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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,

Word count: 16k

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Tags: Attempted thigh riding, semi dry humping, lots of teasing, JK and MC can’t keep their hands to themselves, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, thigh riding, dirty talk, dom!kook, sub!mc is anyone surprised? Heavy degradation, light spanking, MC has a big praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lots of cum, JK is soft with aftercare :(

Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter presents them.

Weeks had flown by, and before you knew it. You had been working at Cherry Bomb now for a little over two months and thankfully after your last altercation with Jungkook, your relationship with him had taken a turn for the better. Things weren’t perfect by any means and you still argued and bickered a fair bit, but nothing had ever lasted more than a few hours at most.

Performing had also gotten better as your confidence grew, unfortunately God just couldn’t let you have one victory without a major fail in the process. Your first private dance- went horrible.

Even weeks after the event you still cringed at the memory, you had a bad stomach bug at the time but insisted on working that week- to be fair it just ached most the time! You couldn’t even consider yourself sick! ...Unfortunately you had been incredibly nervous that day and the stomach bug you had made it even worse...the early dinner you had that day made its way up during your lap dance for the client….

You cried for over three days after it happened and just the thought made you burst into tears from pure humiliation. Jungkook had started cracking up when the client had went directly to him afterwards, covered in pile and his face twisted into the most vile and pissed expression you had ever seen, the client then proceeded to give him a full, long listed complaint as to why you were a horrible dancer.

He found it hilarious and the client ended up storming the building threatening to sue though it never happened- Jungkook was a laughing mess until he saw you were in tears and had since tried to be sensitive with the topic, though occasionally he still can’t help but let a snicker escape at your misfortune.

You’ve been sparse with your private dancing ever since, still scarred over the experience despite the countless times Jungkook coddled you saying ‘he just had his balls in a knot’ and your dancing was perfectly fine, as he’d also remind you accidents happen all the time.

Regardless you had still been reluctant to take on a ton of private dances still not quite gotten over the fear of it Jungkook had told you it was just bad luck and they’ve all had a few bad experiences with private dances and you shouldn’t let it stop you. But regardless you still had a few reservations.

Sweat had currently beaded down your neck as you finished your routine, laying on the floor as you sighed, pushing the strands of frizzy hair away from your head in frustration, why couldn’t you just get into the feel of the music? This was the fourth time you had tried and you still couldn’t get into the rhythm of it.

It was currently July and you were on break from college which allowed you to dedicate all of your time to Cherry Bomb but even now, you still seemed to struggle.

You thought for sure when you finally got the time off to dedicate yourself you’d become better but you still felt stiff in your movement and fillers had yet to get off your back about it, maybe you could run it again? Maybe then you’d finally channel your inner sexy stripper.

“Babygirl it looked fine,” Jungkook called from his spot, his manspread open and hands resting on his thighs, he had been patient enough to watch each time while giving corrections but now even he sighed not understanding why you were being so critical of yourself when you danced just fine, “Stop pushing yourself so hard, that’s my job.”

Groaning you sat up before scooting to the edge of the stage, letting your feet hang off it’s edge as you frowned, “I’m never gonna improve if I don’t, besides you used to make me go through it all the time.”

Jungkook clacked his tongue at you, not looking particularly sold on your words as you hoped he would, “That was back when your form needed heavy work and you weren’t used to sexualizing choreography.” He stood up as he walked up to the stage, grabbing your waist as he pulled you down before turning his chin down to look at you, “And furthermore I know when you need to be pushed and when you need a break. All you do is push yourself until you can’t go anymore, that’s not healthy baby.”

You were already rolling your eyes as you pushed past him mimicking his words silently with a childish expression, “Healthy my ass you’re the one who smokes half a pack of cigarettes anytime you make less the seven hundred a night!” You knew he had a point but that didn’t change the fact that you also had a point, improvement only came from hard work, that had been hardwired inside you long before you ever started working at Cherry Bomb, it was just who you were.

Jungkook unhinged his jaw in offense as he raised his brows, quickly hightailing you because he was never about to let you run your mouth without a fight of some sort, just as he told you when you first signed the contract, he wasn’t about to deal with a brat, “I could smoke a whole pack if I wanted too but I don’t baby! It’s called self control and that doesn’t have anything to do with my point!”

“Self control!?” You shouted whirling around. Nearly everyone in the room more interested in your bickering as they turned their heads back and forth between you both, “Smoking a half pack instead of a whole isn’t something to be proud of- the fuck!?”

You had only recently found out Jungkook was a stress smoker and had been on his ass ever since about it. Even if he didn’t have an addiction it wasn’t healthy and he could very easily become addicted if he wasn’t careful. You couldn’t help but worry about his health. But in another way you didn’t feel sorry for him given you were lucky if you made 200 in a night, let alone less than 700.

Jungkook’s lips puckered as if he had sucked on something sour and his eyes squinted into an irritable look as he huffed, “Don’t make this about me babydoll, this is about you being a perfectionist, push yourself any harder and you’re bound to pull a muscle- potentially rip one, or end up collapsing on stage from exhaustion and I am not letting that happen. So sit your little ass down and take a break this isn’t up for debate.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times, an indignant expression twisting on your face in offense as he raised his brows, daring you to put up a fight before you ultimately stomped your foot sending him a pouting glare before sitting between Rosé and Jimin.

“He isn’t lying Y/n,” Rosé hummed as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving it a comforting squeeze, “You’ve improved a lot over the past few months, but things take time don’t worry about it. Honestly, if you keep it up you’ll probably get picked for Seasonella.” She sent you a wink making your lips quirk up though you weren’t sure what she meant.

Furrowing your brows despite your smile you tilted your head, “What do you mean?” You had heard the term thrown around a few times in the past but more and more recently the name Seasonella had started popping into filler conversations you had overheard.

Jungkook had a large frown on his face, a harsh line between his brows with an unappreciative glare towards Rosé making you all the more curious from his look, was Seasonella something bad? “Rosé don’t.”

She curved a brow at him as she scoffed, obviously both annoyed at his expression and not feeling threatened as most would in her shoes, if there was one person who never cared about Jungkook’s moodiness or glare’s it would be her, “What, don’t tell me you seriously don’t think they’d pick her.”

You glanced between them both, even more confused than before as you frowned, what did they mean? Why would you be picked, and what for? Was it some sort of competition like SSU?

“Oh I don’t doubt she would be picked but that doesn’t mean she’s actually ready,” Jungkook replied, an odd defensive note in his voice before he turned towards you, his shoulders relaxing a little as he continued, “Beside’s we’re aiming for SSU, right babygirl?”

The Solo Step Up, was a competition held every year to pick a new soloist and was won through crowd favor. It gave everyone a fair chance though you had learned that wasn’t the only way to be moved up. The competition was still well over two months away but that didn’t stop people from already prepping, you included.

Jungkook and you had equally agreed it was an attainable goal, you weren’t necessarily set on winning. As the only person who had ever won in under a year was Jungkook himself which was how he had earned his title as the King. He had pure, raw talent honed with technique from Namjoon, you doubt you could replicate that, let alone in less time than him.

Jungkook had agreed you’d most likely need more time but winning crowd favor, even if it wasn’t enough to win, was still a good plug for yourself and would make chances of winning next year close to unbeatable.

That being said, perhaps that was why you had been pushing yourself so hard. You wanted to come across as desirable as you could and win as much of the crowd over as possible. Chan Hee, had been absolutely dominating the stage and even you couldn’t deny that. She always made things difficult when you got paired in group dances together and often times, you’d make even less money a night because of her.

Not only did she have the body to flaunt but she was inherently sexual, which wasn’t a bad thing, clearly, but she had a much easier time with it than you. Rather then vehemently denying her talent like a lot of other fillers, you had found yourself often studying her, trying to figure out how she did it. But you always ended up coming to a dead end, she was just a natural and would definitely win by a long shot.

“Yeah, but- what’s Seasonella?” Jungkook groaned at your curiosity as you tilted your head once more, glancing around everyone as you shrugged, “Well I’ve just heard a lot of the other fillers talking about it, seems like a big deal.”

Jimin was the one to speak up as a smirk coiled on his face, “Well that’s because it is- for fillers. Seasonella is kind of like a big VIP party one of Cherry Bomb’s biggest clients and sponsors throw in Las Vegas USA every year. Soloist’s are automatically on the ‘list’ of entertainment, so it’s just another job for us. The client and his son come every year though to hand pick some of the fillers they want to work the party as well, outside of SSU it’s another really good way of getting recognized by upper management here and possibly promoted.”

Your lips parted in almost delight at the idea. You weren’t honestly sure why Jungkook thought you couldn’t handle it. You wouldn’t question him though mainly because you were still stuck on private dancing even after two months and you still only made 50 a night any time you danced next to Chan Hee, the reason he didn’t want you to go was obvious. Even if it was a good way to get recognized and despite Rosé’s words. You just didn’t see that happening for you, realistically speaking.

Not only that but you’d agree you didn’t necessarily feel ready for anything big like a VIP party for Cherry Bomb’s biggest clients and sponsors. Talk about pressure to perform well. Jungkook only frowned as he leaned back on his hands, “It’s a good way to get recognized but half the fillers don’t know what they’re signing up for. Baby if I’m being honest, it’s not even your dancing I’m worried about,”

He looked as if he wanted to explain himself briefly, as if not wanting you to assume he doubted your ability though that wasn’t even your problem, “Strippers are bought there and even though it’s technically your choice, you don’t really get a say so. Not to sound like an asshole but…” He glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighed, eyes looking a little hesitant, “You don’t have the sexual experience or personality to handle being thrown into that your first year.”

You could tell he had no intentions of offending you as you watched the concern wash in his eyes, if anything you could feel your cheeks burning up at his words. Did he...really think you were that inexperienced? Sexually? That wasn’t even his point, but you were stuck on those words in particular.

For the first time, you found yourself not wanting to be seen so childishly. You glanced away from him, struggling to keep your face from showing any emotion as you replied, “No I get it- It’s not like I really wanted to go anyways, I was just curious on what it was.” It was the truth, you had no plans of going against him on that but still...Inexperienced?

For the first time in your life, you found a fire burning inside you wanting to desperately prove him wrong. Maybe that would be your motivation tonight.

Jungkook stayed up by the bar thumbing the ring around the beer he held as he sat on the bar stool, having got off an hour ago, but he couldn’t help himself to stay longer just to watch you dance. Eyes focusing on the performance ahead, you where in the last half of your dance as you turned your back to the audience, pushing down the shorts you had been teasing the crowd with the whole time to reveal the black lace cheeky panties.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight as the whistles rang out in the crowd, money being thrown at you left and right as he shook his head.

If only you could see how much progress you genuinely made compared to your first week and now. He clacked his tongue, the small proud smirk coiling on his face as the bright smile adorned your face as you left the stage, dancing through the audience, nipples perked at the air of the room and your pretty hair messily over your shoulders.

The one thing that had changed the most about your performance, in Jungkook’s eyes, was how much you seemed to enjoy it now, compared to when you first started. And from an outside perspective no matter how sexy a filler was, it just couldn’t compare to that bright smile on your face when you’d slut drop down before sticking your ass out right in front of the clients chair. The money almost hurriedly shoved into the hem of your stockings as you quickly turned to the next chair.

It had took him forever, but Jungkook had finally figured out what your strong suit was when it came to stripping. Everyone had a strong suit needed to be played up. And after last month he realized what yours was.

You probably didn’t even realize it but you loved teasing the audience. Those semi shy smiles but they had a coy cool tone to them compared to normal, the winks you’d throw their way while running your hands over your body. Your whole disposition changed, you had fun on the stage and it showed. That’s when Jungkook started catering choreography more towards your strong suit, making sure your costumes suited your stage personality. And that’s when real progress started being made.

The rest had been history. You were good, you just didn’t see that yourself yet.

Heading to the stage you couldn’t keep the grin off your face as you collected the money, so many ones laid all over the ground and you knew you had done well tonight. There had to be over a hundred at least tonight. Piling them up you pulled them into a messy stack as you pranced to the staff area ready to count your earnings for the night.

You had been looking forward to tonight as it was Jimin’s birthday and he wanted everyone over to celebrate and there was no better way to end a day of work like having a hands filled with cash.

What you hadn’t expected though was the person who called out your name, “Y/n.”

Freezing where you stood you felt your heart rate spike at the sound of the voice as your lips quivered, turning around you had never felt more exposed then the moment you turned around to meet the hellfire gaze of your ex boyfriend, “Hanjae?” How in gods name did he even think to come here, of all places to look for you?

You knew it didn’t look good, you were in nothing but cheeky panties and a pair of clear stripper heels, piles of money in hand as you skittishly backed away, self consciousness suddenly lighting through your veins like wildfire at his disgusted, sneered glare, “So this is what you’ve succumbed to huh?” Hanjae snapped out, stalking closer to you as you feebishly backed away, “Dancing like a whore for money? God what the hell happened to you Y/n? You used to be so innocent and you’ve let the wrong people fucking ruin you.”

He sounded as angry as he looked before suddenly grabbing at your arm in an iron hold,pain shooting against your skin as you winced, his voice steel and low as he spoke, “Come on, get dressed, if you needed money that bad you should’ve told me instead of trying to push me away and sell yourself.”

“I-I…” You were in shock at first before quickly pulling away, anger flooding your body as you felt a pang an indignant pang in your stomach, “I’m not selling myself you dick!” You had never seen Hanjae’s brows shoot up the way they did at your uncharacteristic words before you gave another tug on your arm in an attempt to pull away from him, “This is my job and I’m not going anywhere with you! Now get the fuck out of here before I call security.”

How dare he! Just because you were a stripper didn’t make your work any less hard, your feet were scarred with blisters, had bled from them digging into your feet, you couldn’t count the amount of pulled muscles you had gained and the amount of creeps you dealt with on a day to day basis. Being a strip worker didn’t make your job or you any less valid! How dare he insinuate that it wasn’t!

Hanjae’s glare sharpened as he squeezed harsher on your arm, a pained whimper escaping your lips and tears threatening to sting your eyes at the throb in your arm as he snapped, “This is not your job, you’re making yourself so easy for men and that’s not who you are. Get a fucking hold of yourself.”

You had parted your lips once more to snap back at him but before you could even say anything Hanjae was suddenly pulled away from you, hauled up into the hands of Jungkook’s tight knuckled grip on his shirt, his broad back facing you as he growled, “Listen here you little freak, if I ever fucking see you touch her like that again, I will personally break every finger on your hand. Now you heard her, get the fuck out of her.”

Jungkook had let go of his shirt, intending to turn around to check on you before he was suddenly shoved back, “Oh, I should’ve known you were the cause of this, what are you?” Hanjae sneered, “Her little fucking puppy? You know she doesn’t love you, right?”

You swallowed thickly at the way Jungkook’s shoulders tensed and before you could even reach out to calm him down his knuckle had already curled into a fist that was sent directly into Hanjae’s path and just as you had seen countless times, Jungkook never missed his target.

Everything happened so fast, Hanjae had stumbled back and before he could even recover Jungkook had already hauled him up, shoving him against the wall where another punch was thrown, and another, and another one after that.

Before you knew it security had hurried over and it still took Hoseok pulling Jungkook away to get him to stop, his knuckle swollen and blood trickling down your ex’s face but Jungkook didn’t relent as he growled, “Next time I see you, you’ll be fucking lucky to have them stop me.”

“Next time you’ll be the one eating dirt you whore fucker.” Hanjae sneered out, Jungkook was quickly riled up again as he struggled to lunge back at him, Namjoon had already been hurrying over, quickly grabbing Jungkook as well to hold him back while Hanjae tried to reach back for him, the security hauling him away as he thrashed.

“Easy Jungkook, cool down.” Namjoon sighed, both him and Hoseok still struggling to keep him back as he glared holes into Hanjae’s figure. Jungkook quickly snapped at them both to let him go, and reluctantly they did so as his eyes quickly locked onto your figure, anger residing briefly before concern took over, “Are you okay babygirl?” He quickly pushed away from both friends as he gently grabbed your forearms, eyes washing over your body to check for any marks left behind, “Did he hurt you?” His words had a sour tone now, as if pissed at just the idea making you swallow before quickly shaking your head.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look at me,” You quickly grabbed his attention that was now redirecting to where Hanjae had been dragged off too, “I’m fine Guk, it’s fine.” He still didn’t seem sold on your words, his jaw still clenched and his eyes lingering on the exit, almost looking as if he wanted to follow just to continue beating the life out of your ex.

He huffed before glancing back at you, his grip on you opposite of his sour gaze, “Come on, get dressed in my room, that was your last dance right?” You nodded as he quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along back into the staff area of the building.

You had gathered your bag, packing up before pulling on the robe and making your way to his dressing room. Opening the door you peaked in before coming in fully, Jungkook had been pacing, running a hand through his hair, still huffy at what had happened as he glanced at you briefly, “Honestly Y/n, how could you ever be with such an asshole?” He huffed, jaw clenched as he collapsed down on the couch, almost looking like a brooding child as he tucked his tongue into his cheek, “What a fucking dick, why didn’t you come get me?”

You clacked you lips, raising your eyebrows as you set your bag down on his vanity, taking off your robe as you sat down and began to get changed, “Jungkook you got off shift an hour ago, how was I supposed to know you were still at Cherry Bomb?”

You glanced in the mirror to watch his lips part and close several times, wanting to object before his face soured again, looking away from you as he huffed once more, obviously knowing you were right before he muttered, “Still, he’s lucky I didn’t break his jaw right there. Has he been stalking you?” He suddenly demanded, as if fired up again at the idea, “We’re going to get a restraining order if he keeps this shit up.”

“Yeah, yeah okay,” You replied dismissively, more focused on your stockings you unclipped from your garter belt as you pulled them off, “I’m being serious!” Jungkook snapped though his tone held no real bite, you only waved a hand, making his lips part indignantly at your dismissal. Sighing you stood up as you faced him, “Jungkook it’s fine, really, outside of the occasional wall of text he sends me he hasn’t tried to get into my apartment-”

“I’d hope to fuck he hasn’t!” Jungkook cut you off with a growl, as he shifted around in his seat. You had learned to never take him completely serious when he got like this, thus your dismissal though you’d admit. Hanjae finding you at work did have you a little spooked. Jungkook had changed the lock out on your door after the last incident two months ago and since then you didn’t have a problem.

Occasionally Hanjae would find you out in a diner or at the mall but he’d never actually had the chance to really argue with you. Sighing you grabbed the bra from your bag before hooking it and pulling it over your shoulders, “Jungkook!” You chided him making him look away from you, refusing to let his broody expression go, at times, he truly was like a child, “Look at me, I’m completely fine. I was just taken aback at him being here, that’s all. Besides I doubt he tries anything after what you did.” You adjusted the bra before pulling the sweat pants out of your bag.

“He’s lucky Hoseok got there when he did,” He replied lowly, eyes now casted on his knuckle which was red and appeared a little swollen, “Would’ve did a lot more than that if they had let me. Little bitch deserves it.”

Sighing you pulled the shirt over your head before walking over, taking a seat on the couch beside him, he still refused to look at you, not wanting to let go of his broodiness which truly did make him look like a toddler, “Koo,”

“I told you not to call me that,” Jungkook turned away from you, his brows furrowing making you snort a laugh which made his shoulders more tense, obviously still not over the situation.

Sighing you let your gaze soften slightly before scooting a little closer, “Look at me,” He still refused making you clack your lips before delicately grabbing his jaw, feeling his warm skin beneath your touch and the tension that held in his jaw, “Come on, look at me I’m fine,” You pulled his gaze towards you, his broody expression threatening to drop as you cupped his face, letting your fingers graze down his jawline, “You already threw hands with him, you stopped him from hurting me, what more do you want?”

Jungkook tried to sport his brooding expression but couldn’t at the feeling of your small hands practically petting against his jaw forcing it to relax against your touch, “Maybe a thank you,” He replied with a murmur, though you could tell he was just using that as an excuse to keep being huffy, laughing you gave a nod before crawling up into his lap, hands suddenly wrapping around you as you buried down into the crook of his neck, pressing a shy kiss against his skin as you smiled, “Thank you Guk.”

You felt his nose bury down into your hair, his body finally relaxing as he murmured, “Always babygirl.”

“Come on, don't be a little bitch,” Jimin tried to coax you as you laughed shaking your head as you held your arms in front of you. Most people usually went out partying for their birthdays, but given you and all of your friends worked in a strip club the inclination was not there.

Instead everyone was in comfy clothes or pajamas, a bottle of half drank whiskey was out and a movie had been running in the background, it was perfect.

The vanilla cake with buttercream frosting had been cut into and admittedly, you were part of the reason it was nearly gone, and already working on your third slice as Jimin tried to coax you into a line of shots, “I’m a lightweight Jimin once I start I won’t stop.”

“Oh so you’re basically Namjoon but smaller?” Seokjin snorted, taking the bottle to put more in his cup of soda as Namjoon shot him an unappreciative glare, “Come on live a little Y/n, Jungkook can take you home if you get wasted, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you drunk.”

Drinking together had happened quite often, so you’d give him merit to his words. You weren’t a drinker yourself and always suffered terrible nausea afterwards, thus forcing you to not partake as you always had a bad hangover the day after.

You pouted before sighing, watching Jimin throwback another shot, his cheeks already flushed and you could tell he was beginning to walk the fine line of sober and drunk, “I’m not going to force Jungkook to be my babysitter while we aren’t at Cherry Bomb, I’m cool just eating cake,” You pointed at your half ate slice before smiling, “In fact, I’ll probably go for a fourth here soon.” Plopping another piece in your mouth you gave a smile. Namjoon sat down beside you as he pulled an arm around your shoulder, “Not all of us have to get wasted to have fun.”

Namjoon was usually the only other sober person besides yourself and Jungkook and therefore you had shared the bond of the few sober people left, Jungkook, you had found out wasn’t particularly fond of drinking either, though according to Jimin he wasn’t a lightweight.

“Alright that’s it,” Seokin stood up as he grabbed an empty shot glass, making you instantly object as he poured the contents into it, walking over as he put the shot in front of you, “It’s my personal task to get you to loosen up and get wasted tonight.”

Your expression puckered into a sour one as you glared down at the shot, you could hear Seulgi laughing near the couch with Hoseok as she called out, “Y/n never cuts loose, that’s a lost battle Seokjin.”

Whipping around your lips parted, slightly offended at her words. You could relax! You just didn’t need to be wasted to do so! Huffing, you could tell Jungkook had been rubbing off on you as the need to prove her wrong rose in your stomach. You could drink, just because it wasn’t your go to didn’t make you any less fun. Clacking your lips you suddenly grabbed the shot before knocking it back.

Your face distorted at its taste and your throat burned but you took it like a champ before waving Seokjin for another round, his grin brightening as he brought the bottle over and Jimin was already cheering you on, “Uh are you sure Y/n?” Namjoon asked, a little concerned for you as Seokjin gave less than two shits and preferred enabling you.

You gave a relaxed nod as you smiled, “I’m fine! I know what to call it quits.” You cheered your shot towards him before taking a second one, you could relax perfectly fine. Maybe they were right, it had been forever since you drank anyways and tomorrow was Sunday anyways, one of the few precious days off to sleep in.

“Look this is important to me okay?” Jungkook raised his brows as he sat out on the bed, having been pulled aside by his bestfriend who was pacing around the room, that signature anxious look on his face he only dawned when it was about his lover.

Sighing Jungkook shrugged before asking, “Okay? What’s up?” He knew he was in for the long haul when his best friend sighed, pulling out the black velvet box from his pocket, Jungkook’s eyes widened as he spoke, “Oh shit, you were serious?”

Taehyung had been debating the idea for countless hours to him about proposing and honestly? Jungkook didn’t really care but he’d be supportive regardless of his friend’s decision, but to see the pretty diamond ring sparking in it’s holder still had him a little taken aback, Taehyung only groaned at his expression, wondering why he expected anything less, “Of course I was being serious. I love her man, I just, we’ve been living together for awhile now and I figured, let’s just tie the knot, y’know? Yeri’s cousin just got married recently and she’s been talking non stop about when we do one day, I just figured...Why one day when we can now?”

Sighing Jungkook leaned back against his hands, still apprehensive about the idea, he had been an ass when they were younger sure and he gave Yeri a hard time definitely, he could always owe up to when he was a dick. But still, marriage was a bit...Maybe he just didn’t understand? Shrugging he decided to give as neutral of a reply as possible, “Sure I guess.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, irritated at both Jungkook for his lack of real opinion and himself for expecting more of an answer, Jungkook only gave a hum as he shrugged again, watching his best friend pace back and forth before running a hand through his hair, “Dude can’t you be a little more helpful?”

Holding up his hands Jungkook raised his own brows before scoffing, “You think I know shit about girls let alone proposing? Just ask Y/n, she’d probably be more help than me.”

“Just you wait you little shit,” Taehyung huffed, running a hand through his hair once more as he rolled his eyes, almost daydreaming about the day Jungkook wouldn’t be such an emotionally constipated idiot, “You’ll be in my position eventually.”

Clacking his lips Jungkook mirrored his expression as he rolled his own eyes, just the idea made him shudder and everyone knew he was not about that kind of life. Opening the door to the closed room as they both began to walk down the hallway, “Doubt it, you know how I feel about marriage.”

Snorting Taehyung glanced at him in disbelief, “What the one where you actually wanna get married and have a traditional wedding because you’re that guy?” Taehyung placed the small box back in his pocket, a small anxiety still in his heart unsure of when or where the right time would be to pop the question.

“The one where I doubt I’ll find a girl to even marry dipshit,” Jungkook replied, sighing as he gave a careless shrug as they walked down the hall, “Besides I have too much baggage for anyone to want to deal with anyways. I don’t see the big deal, just ask her, she’d say yes regardless.”

Taehyung glared at him briefly, “You can’t just ask a girl to marry you Jungkook-”

“Hell yeah you can,” Jungkook snorted back, a dumb grin on his face that made Taehyung glare at him with the strong urge to punch it right off his face, ignoring his friends over dramatization Jungkook jabbed him with his elbow, “Imma fucking propose while eating my girl out just to prove your ass wrong, just you wait.”

He only facepalmed as Jungkook laughed, patting his back reassuringly before he continued, “All jokes aside you’ll know when the time is right, don’t rush anything, it’s not like you guys don’t have forever.”

Sighing Taehyung looked a little downcast but nodded his expression however, quickly twisted into mild shock as his eyes suddenly perking up as they entered the living room, sighing as he muttered, “Oh jesus christ.”

Confused Jungkook glanced up as well, eyes widening to saucers at the hot mess the living room had become under the twenty minutes they both had been gone.

Yeri had long since become drunk, sniffling in front of the mirror as Rosé continuously gave her an empowering speech, though her own words were jostled and slurred as Yeri cried while nodding in the mirror. Hoseok had already been passed out on the couch and Seulgi was on her way out as well.

The more horrifying sight was his own trainee on the barstool straddled in Jimin’s lap, his lips attached to your neck but your focus was on the near empty bottle of whiskey that you shakily poured into your cup, accidentally spilling most in the process, “M-mm!” You whined with a hiccup, his plump lips working down your neck as you closed your eyes, finally dropping the bottle on the counter as it’s contents spilled out.

You couldn’t even remember how many shots you had took and your mind was hazy, body burning up and wetness pooled between your legs at the feeling of Jimin’s swollen erection in his own sweatpants that brushed against your thigh.

Jimin placed his hands on your hips, encouraging you as you bucked against him, giving another whimper at the friction that pressed into your clit, your mind hazy and not even properly realizing what position you sat yourself voluntarily in. You gave an even bigger whine at suddenly being picked up, the pleasure you had been chasing after quickly disappearing, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook growled between you both as he held you close, his grip tight and had you been sober you would’ve noticed both the protective and jealous leer in his expression.

You however, weren’t sober at all and therefore struggled against him uselessly in attempt to sit back in the warm lap that made you feel so good. Jimin’s cheeks were flushed as he drunkenly stood up, swaying a little before poking Jungkook’s chest though he himself looked more affected by it as he laughed, “Jealousy isn’t a good look of you Guk (hic) you should get that checked out.”

You let out a small whine, kicking to get out of Jungkook’s arms but he didn’t relent, in fact, it seemed to make him only squeeze you tighter as he glared down at the blonde, “Fuck off. We’re leaving Y/n.” Your lips parted several times at the use of your name before pouting, letting him grab your phone before saying goodbye to Taehyung and Namjoon, the only two sober people left before making his way out of the apartment.

Jungkook set you down, swaying you suddenly giggled, taking a wobbly step forward, the world around you seemed to be spinning yet it only seemed to make you laugh, what a strange world! “(hic) Why is the floor spinning Koo?” Accidentally leaning too far back you almost fell down before Jungkook quickly herded behind you, catching you as he sighed, maybe he shouldn’t of been surprised but he didn’t honestly think someone as tiny as you could actually get so wasted in such little time.

But clearly you weren’t lying all those times you told him you were lightweight. But this? No this was featherweight. Sweeping you off your feet he carried you with ease as he glanced down at your figure, “Fucking hell baby, how much could you drink in twenty minutes?”

“Mmm,” You ignored him, your eyes glassy and dilated, looking spacey and more interested in the bulge of his muscles that proudly flexed while carrying you so effortlessly, your arms happily wrapped around his neck before pressing your nose into it’s crook as you swung your feet, “You’re so (hic) strong Koo.” he sighed at the feeling of your soft lips peppering his neck in kisses with another little hiccup, “Are we (hic) getting food?”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose as he carefully walked down the stairs of the apartment complex, making sure to hold onto you a little tighter (much to your delight) as he sighed, “No babydoll, you need some water and sleep.”

His words made your mouth gape before twisting into a big puppy pout, you kicked your feet around before whining into his neck, Jungkook didn’t relent though despite your childishness, not wanting to have to clean up the bile that you would undoubtedly throw up if he took you out to eat, “No buts, you already had way too much cake, you’ll be lucky to keep that down on the ride back home.”

You were already whining again, your grip on his neck tightening as you begged, your tummy rumbling though you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, eyes watery as you whimpered, “But…! I-I’m- (hic) but I’m hungry!” Jungkook paused at the bottom of the stairs, closing his eyes as he inhaled through his nose, feeling the wet substances of tears trickling against his neck, “Guk!” you cried softly before giving another pathetic little hiccup that had been breaking your voice anytime you spoke, had he not been so focused on taking you home he would’ve found a moment to laugh and address how cute it was.

Jungkook felt a piece of his will chip away at your tears, mainly because he couldn’t stand to see you cry, even if it was because you were completely drunk and just wanted to impulse eat, “Baby no,” He concluded softly, walking towards his car as he shifted his grip on you to one hand briefly to pull his keys from his pocket, “You’ve had too much to drink, we can get something to eat in the morning.”

He almost wanted to groan at the sob that emitted from his neck, your hands now coiled around him tightly as you threw a fit, Jungkook let out a silent sigh, feeling as if he should’ve known you’d be ten times more melodramatic than when you were sober when you didn’t get your way. Unlocking the car he set you down in the passenger side, struggling to get you to let go before he paused, kneeling down “Hey, look at me baby.”

Hiccuping you finally looked at him, your eyes bloodshot and pupils dilated more than normal, you looked like a sad little puppy with watery eyes and fat crocodile tears running down your cheeks as he cupped your face, “You can’t eat baby, you’ve had a lot of cake already and I don’t want you getting sick,” he explained softly while wiping your tears as you let out a string of ‘But’s’ along with another hiccup, “Shhh,” He hushed you as you softly shed a few more tears, “We’ll get something to eat in the morning, but we need to get home baby.”

Letting out another gentle sob you finally let go of him while defeatedly curling your knees into your chest, shutting the door Jungkook groaned, running a hand through his hair. He left you for twenty- not even twenty it had to be fifteen minutes and they...He forced his jaw to relax as he sat in the drivers side, deciding to not think about it or else he’d go back in there and find out who put you up to drinking.

The car ride had went smooth for the most part, after three minutes you had forgotten why you were crying to begin with and had happily talked about dogs almost the whole way home before you started crying again, mainly about dogs and why you were allergic to them and how life wasn’t fair. Jungkook couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips in the process, which caused an ocean of tears from you making him hurriedly attempt to soothe.

You were half passed out by the time he got you out of the car, pulling out the key to your apartment before unlocking the door and carrying you inside, letting out a sigh he laid you down on your bed as you murmured in a sleepy, small voice, “(hic) you aren’t leaving me. Right?”

“You need to get some sleep babydoll,” Jungkook tried to stand straight but your grip on him coiled suddenly babbling about how men were heartless and women should create a harmonic society like amazons where women would never have to deal with men again, all because he said, you. needed. sleep.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Jungkook sighed, making you scoot over excitedly, your grin was hard to deny as you bounced in your spot as he laid down, almost immediately crashed down on top of him, nuzzling into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, “You’re a handful you know that?”

Fumbling you placed your hands on his chest, propping yourself up a little to look at him as you replied, “But I’m (hic) your baby, I’m worth it.” You flashed him a closed eye smile.

Jungkook couldn’t resist the urge to laugh as he rubbed a hand down your back, his gaze soft and affectionate at how silly and cute of a drunk you were, unable to deny your words he let a small smile pull on his lips, “My baby huh? Still doesn’t make it easy for me.”

You wiggled against his touch, looking like a stretched out cat who’d be purring by now at the affection he showered you in, what Jungkook hadn’t expected was your legs to slot on either side of his thigh before wiggling your hips, giving a little whimper in the process, “What do you think you’re doing babydoll” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, unable to keep the smirk off his face as he let his hands find their way to your hips.

He watched for a moment, almost mesmerized at the way your hips so fluidly rode down against his thigh even while drunk, letting out a soft moan at the friction in your clit building up, heat pooling between your thighs and the lacy panties you wore ruined by wetness, “Mmm! Feels so good daddy.”

You dragged your hips down his thigh with a soft whine, it took nearly every fiber of strength Jungkook had to lay still before groaning, the feeling of your little, messy, wet cunt spread open while riding along his thigh almost too much to bear, those pretty cheeks dusted red and those watery eyes could have him on his knees in seconds as you let out a soft whine, “Daddy, touch me.”

Before you could even beg Jungkook suddenly grabbed you, flipping you onto the bed. You body flooded in excitement at being underneath him, what you hadn’t expected though was for his crushing weight to be on top of you rather then hovering over you, “Guk!” You cried out, your body begging and burning up in need of friction, making you frantically try to rub your hips into his but his weight prevented you from doing so, the only thing you could feel was his hardened length teasingly pressed into the top of your thigh.

“You’re way too drunk for this babydoll, get some sleep.” He pressed his nose into your neck while closing his eyes, ignoring your pleas and cries as you tried to shuffle underneath him,

“B-but! I’m so wet! I need you, now!” You whined out with another hiccup, tears trickling down your face again at being unable to sate the crave your body burned for as you begged, “A-and you’re so hard Guk please, please, (hic) please! I need your cock inside me so bad daddy.”

Jungkook assumed when he got you home it would get easier, now laying in bed with you begging for his dick he realized that obviously wasn’t gonna be the case. Sighing he ignored the drunken filth you’d be mortified at on any other occasion, “Tell you what babydoll,” he lifted his head to acknowledge you, secretly hoping you’d stop because his dick was beginning to throb in pain and at this rate he’d just have to blow a load in the bathroom by himself once you fell asleep, “If you’re really that horny in the morning you can ride my cock before I even wake up, sound good?”

You stayed quiet for a moment, almost looking adorable before murmuring, “But I want it now…”

“Well too bad,” Jungkook replied, snuggling back into your neck, your perfume now competing with the smell of alcohol, “You’re just gonna have to be a good girl and wait baby.”

You had never ran into the bathroom faster in your life, your head was pounding, stomach churning in the most disgusting way, the way when you knew you were gonna throw up and it was a race against time to reach the toilet. You didn't have time to question why the hell Jungkook was in your bed when the strong waves of nausea hitting you were enough to drown in.

Your eyes were near glossed over by the time you finished throwing up, groaning as you coughed, spitting out as much of the disgusting taste as you could before brushing your teeth a good three times, tongue and all before sighing. God you felt like such shit, why did you even consider drinking? Rubbing your eyes you let out a groan before adjusting to the light fully, your lips instantly parting in horror at the bruising purple marks on your neck.

“Jungkook what the fuck!” You shouted not caring what time it was or if he was asleep. This man had hell to pay! You didn’t care what the circumstances where, you weren’t even sober enough to remember doing it! You didn’t actually care that he did it, he was your mentor and you trusted him but…! Fucking hell could he have at least waited until you were a little more sober, sober enough to at least have some memory of it.

Walking back into the room you crossed your arms with a growl as Jungkook shifted, eyes lazily opening as he yawned, “The fuck did I do?” He asked quizzically yet not actually caring, grabbing your pillow cuddling before it close, closing his eyes once more while nuzzling his nose into the material.

You would’ve thought it was a cute gesture on any other occasion had you not just seen the hickey marks on your neck, “The fuck did you do? What the hell is this?” You pointed to your neck in accusation, cheeks bright red and embarrassment washing over you, you didn’t even remember how you got home or how Jungkook got in your bed. What the hell happened?

You both were dressed, which eased your nerves but you were still on edge, Jungkook only rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist to pull you down into bed making you yelp, both of you wrestling for a moment before Jungkook forced you beneath him, “I left for fifteen minutes and suddenly you were eight shots of whiskey into Jimin’s lap,” You groaned under his weight as he laid his head down on your chest, “You cried almost the whole way home, and then got even more pissy when I wouldn’t let you thigh ride me, any more questions?” He heard an indignant huff from you, one that was usually from embarrassment that made him smile, closing his eyes again.

“Shut up.” You muttered, shifting beneath his weight before letting out a small groan. Rubbing your forehead that pounded as you let out a small whine, not wanting to even think about what Jungkook probably had to endure, you were always embarrassing when you drank. God only knew what you did this time.

It was quiet for a moment, your head still aching and you closed your eyes but the irritation persisted before you felt the weight of Jungkook’s body lift, hands on either side of you as the familiar smirk coiled on his lips, “You still in the mood to ride me babydoll?”

“The fuck!?” You yelped, quickly squirming underneath him despite his hands still caging you into your spot, your cheeks bright red at the realization you definitely became a little too horny last night, it was both a surprise and yet not at the same time to know he had the restraint to not jump your bones last night.

Jungkook had already let his lips press down against your neck making you whine, cheekings burning in embarrassment as he spoke, “You know how hard it was to ignore you?” You let out a small breath at his hands grabbing onto your waist, squeezing tightly as he licked a strip up your neck, “You were begging for daddy’s cock last night while riding that needy little pussy over my thigh.”

“Jungkook!” You cried out with a whimper, your cheeks bright red and your head throbbing more, you had already began to rub your thighs together, heat pooling between them as he sucked gently against the skin right above your hickey.

His hands slid under your shirt, petting down the sides of your body as he huffed, “I didn’t realize you were such a horny drunk, you were all over my dick last night babygirl,” You whined in frustration, letting your head knock back against the bed as you kicked your feet, “So needy,”

Jungkook clacked his tongue, a little half smirk pulling on his lips as he cupped your heat making you jolt with a whine, hips instantly rocking into his hand, “God even hungover you still want my fingers, isn’t that right baby?” He cooed out, his fingers brushing up your dripping folds, your panties ruined as he pressed little circles into your clit, the sudden cry escaping your lips as you squeezed your legs together, “Right baby?” He teased, asking you once more.

“Y-yes!” You finally relented with a rapid nod, your body's need bigger than your dignity at the moment, “Please!” you whined with a plea, Jungkook let the pad of his finger pressed down harder against your sensitive nub in reward as he rubbed it in circles.

“What a good girl,” He cooed out making your hips buck into his hand once more with a frustrated whine, pleasure rolling through your body at the way his single finger instantly found your sweet spot, “You’re so wet baby, you’re making a mess,” He clacked with a small laugh, and he was right of course, your wetness had seeped through your panties, creating a wet spot on your sweatpants making your cheeks burn as you whined, “Does baby wanna cum?”

Your hips were rocking in sync with his fingers that prodded along your clit sending little flickers of pleasure through your body as you let out a breathy moan, your orgasm building as you nodded, “P-please! Please!”

Jungkook let his fingers speed up causing your thighs to quiver and moan to brokenly leave your lips, “You really wanna cum babydoll?” He teased, eating up your little gasps and whines, your body rocking into his hand needy for more of the friction he gave your little clit, nodding you spewed out another string of pleas, your body unable to take anymore teasing as you felt your orgasm ready to snap, “Well too bad.”

A near sob escaped your lips as Jungkook replied casually, pulling his fingers away from you as he sat up with a stretch. Kicking your feet you let out several breathes and whines as he started laughing. Opening and closing your lips a few times as disbelief glossed in your eyes making him laugh harder, “Don’t give me that pout babydoll, I’m just doing to do what you did to me last night.”

“I was drunk!” You shouted with a cry as he got up dismissing you with a wave of his hand before leaving the room, sulkily you threw yourself back down on the bed as you kicked your feet, what a rude ass! Your body was sensitive from being edged and denied, glancing at the door to make sure he hadn’t returned you dropped your hand back down your body before letting it trail to the hem of your pants.

“You better not be touching yourself in there,” Jungkook called from the kitchen making you whine as you flopped onto your stomach, he teased you relentlessly and now you couldn’t even finish yourself!? Your head ached in dull pain and you felt even more like garbage then before as you buried your head under your pillow.

Footsteps padded through the room again as Jungkook snorted, “You are such a baby, take your medicine and remember to drink some water, I doubt hangover sex is the way you want our first time to go.”

“You don’t know that.” You sulked from under your pillow, this wasn’t the first time this had happened. Being teased, aroused, then edged and denied your release only for him to casually take his leave, it wasn’t fair! He had plenty of girls to go to and all you had was him and your fingers which in comparison weren’t cutting it anymore,

Jungkook let his hand pet down your waist as he replied, “Oh but I do babygirl, I do. Anyways I have to prep for that bachelorette party at Cherry Bomb scheduled for later today so you probably won’t hear from me until tonight.”

Ah yes, apparently some rich clients threw their money together and rented out the whole damn building and hired on all the male soloists for one of the client’s bachelorette party. You only shuddered at the idea of having to work one of the few days you got off. You waved him away with a groan, making him give another laugh as he left, obviously successful in his tease attack on you. You were gonna kill that man.

You couldn’t keep the dumb smile from your face as you curled back up in bed, letting the soft fuzzy blanket rub against your warm cheeks as you stared at your phone. You thought Koo was the cutest nickname and knowing he’d tolerate you using it made you all warm and fuzzy inside.

Stretching out you turned off your phone before honing in on the show you had put on.

“You’re awfully happy,” Yeri who was sprawled out on the foot of the bed took note in your beaming expression, a lot of nights when Cherry Bomb had been booked for the boys Taehyung would often have to work the bar leaving you and Yeri alone and bored most of the night.

To cure the problem she had offered one time if you wanted to spend the night, it had become routine ever since when they were at work.

It wasn’t like you minded, in fact, you had been considerably more upbeat the last few months as Seulgi always had other friends and didn’t necessarily have time for you most days, having both Yeri and Rosé to keep you company when any of your male friends were busy left you bright and happy.

Rosé who was also bored with nothing to do that night had also stayed at your house, mainly complaining that those ‘three headed wenches’ stole Jimin from their movie night and left her with no other plans but never not in the mood to drop in to visit with you. She even gave a pout when she found out you and Yeri had been getting together with out her on your newly appointed girls night.

She was currently on the floor, feet spread out in front of her as she continued to paint her toenails, clacking her tongue she gave a knowing smile, “Koo is Y/n’s nickname for Jungkook,” she gave a sing song tone making your cheeks flush, she didn’t have to say it like that! “He said she’s the only one he’s okay with calling him it.”

Yeri gave an ‘Oh’ making your cheeks flush further as you grabbed the pillow from your side, cuddling it close as you nuzzled your nose into the soft fuzzy fur, “Shut up guys.” You whined making them both laugh. You knew what they were hinting at but didn’t want to confide anything.

It wasn’t necessarily them, but it was yourself. The main reason you had yet to jump into anything with Jungkook was simply because you wanted time, making sure you eased out of your breakup with no strings attached or any regret. Jungkook being who he was, wasn’t about to pressure you into anything, especially after you told him you just wanted time to recoup from your break up, understably, it was also the main reason he held off from any advancements on you, physically and...you supposed romantically. You swallowed at the idea, making your cheeks burn hotter.

You couldn’t help but feel a little excitement rush through you at the thought, you supposed, you had developed a little bit of a...crush on your mentor. But it was hard not too, all the petnames, cuddles and affection, he’d take you for breakfast most days and endured your delicate temperament, it would be hard to not have at least a tiny crush on him.

It was why you avoided the group chat so heavily, you didn’t like being taunted by all of his one night stands even though that was never his intention in the first place. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Jungkook had a high sex drive and to be fair you did want time on your own, no relationships or beneifcal friendships. But still. Maybe, just maybe, he liked you too?

You rubbed your cheeks as Yeri gave a hum, “When do you think they’ll get in? You said Jungkook left here around twelve right?”

“Mhm,” You shifted against the soft pillow with a nod, “He went to Cherry Bomb earlier to get everything set up, probably stopped by his apartment and got showered first though. Pretty sure it didn’t start until around three I think?”

Rosé nodded as she dipped the handle back in the nail polish bottle, “Mhm, those girls have to be wasted by now, hopefully they didn’t get any of the guys to drink too much.” You couldn’t help but let your face scrunch slightly, that had also happened before and was never a pretty sight.

Not as though you had to deal with it for very long, you had never even seen Jungkook drunk before but he was also extremely adamant about it and had simply told you he didn’t need to be wasted to have a good time. You weren’t about to complain when Jimin and Hoseok had been up on the bar attempting karaoke, shockingly enough, they were actually pretty decent.

Yeri sighed as she curled up on the bed, the poor thing obviously wishing her lover was with her as she circled patterns on the soft comforter, “I can only hope.” You gave her a tiny, sympathetic smile, you could understand in a way. On nights like these you’d prefer to be lounged out with Jungkook annoyingly eating all of your chips, though you secretly loved it, while you browsed on your laptop.

It was the little things you enjoyed the most.

“You know what,” Rosé clacked her lips, opening her phone as she gave a hum, “I'm gonna see if I can yoink some selfies from them.” You groaned, curling into your pillow you held, they often had a weekend ritual of sending borderline nsfw selfies into the chat, or sometimes they were nsfw.

Just as she finished her message your phone buzzed, curiously Yeri crawled over to you as you let go of your pillow, letting her look over your shoulder as you facepalmed.

Yeri and Rosé were wheezing as you whined, throwing your phone on the bed as you cried out with a loud whine, burying yourself in the piles of blankets. Your cheeks on fire and a whimper escaping your lips from embarrassment. God why did you ever think taking that photo was a good idea?

You had just gotten out of the shower yesterday morning when you took that photo, feeling cute and just taking it to take it without any intention of ever letting it see the light of day for someone else's eyes. Just the idea of Jungkook seeing it made your face blush wildly and your humiliation want to dive off a cliff.

“Why did you even have that on your phone if you didn’t wanna send it?” Rosé howled out, standing up as she waddled over to the bed, careful to not ruin her freshly painted toenails, “Was it for someone else?”

“No!” You cried out making them break into a whole new fit of laughter, “I-I just! I felt cute that morning!” It was the truth, you had thought maybe it would help your esteem by taking a cute panty picture but now all you felt was embarrassed. It was dumb given your friends had all seen you in even less then that before, on a daily basis. But this was different, it was private, for your eyes only.

It wasn’t a big deal, and it was your own fault but still. You wouldn’t deny the stir between your thighs at Jungkook’s messages though, obviously riled up at the ten second glance he gained from your picture. If your cheeks weren’t red before they definitely were now.

Sighing you ignored their laughs as you crawled out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom in an attempt to recompose yourself. Shutting the door you sighed, dropping your head against it before letting out a whine, note to self: delete those pictures.

At that thought your phone buzzed making you jump, not sure if Jungkook stole someones phone to text you or- Oh.... you sighed in relief at the text from your mother, they had been talking about taking a trip to visit you here in Seoul next month and honestly? You had been happy to know, you had been so buried between class and work that you rarely had time to talk to your mom anymore. Knowing they’d be visiting next month made you all giddy and excited, steering your embarrassed thoughts away from what had just happened.

Taking a moment to recollect yourself and text your mom back you took your time, getting ready to open the door when it suddenly rapped from the other side, “Y/n!”

Opening the door your heartrate spiked at Rosé’s fretting tone, confused you glanced between her wide frantic eyes and Yeri who was putting on her shoes, “What’s up?”

“Jimin just called, Namjoon took a bad fall from the stage, they’re on their way to the hospital right now.” She had already turned to put her shoes on as you quickly followed suit. A bad fall? What was that supposed to mean, did he hit his head? Was he okay? Had he overworked himself? They did have a lot of numbers for that bachelorette party. Wasting no time you put your shoes on, grabbing your cardigan and keys before heading to the car, looks like a day off just didn’t exist anymore.

It was nearly two AM and your eyes had that familiar sting of tiredness in them, it hurt to blink and the bright fluorescent lights of hospital almost made you squint. You had been curled up against the familiar side of Jungkook who had an arm around you, looking tired himself as he yawned, running a hand through his hair, “Didn’t think it would take them this long to get xrays done.”

“He’s probably giving them a hard time with how much he drank,” Jimin snorted from the other wall, Rosé long past out on his shoulder with a small snore, “We still have training tomorrow and Cherry Bomb’s a fucking mess, Seokjin is still on the phone with Sejin and hell- maybe even Bang, might get the day off but who knows.” He stretched out as much as he could without disturbing Rosé, his eyes also tired and honestly you were surprised Jimin was the sober one given how often he drank too much.

“Was Yoongi not there tonight?” You asked quietly, rubbing your eyes as you let out a yawn yourself shuffling in Jungkook’s grip as he pulled you closer, usually you’d still be fairly bright eyed at Cherry Bomb but it was different when you were in sweats and a t-shirt compared to a bodysuit with a margarita in hand.

You felt the urge to shut your eyes when Jungkook ran his hand against your arm, “No he’s visiting family in Daegu for the weekend, he won’t be back until tomorrow evening to cover regular shift. I can head back over and clean up, I doubt we’ll hear anything about Namjoon until the morning.” Jungkook stood up making a muffled whine escape your lips at the loss of heat his body served as your own personal heater, his lips quirked into a small smirk as he glanced down, “You wanna come help baby?”

Groaning you sunk into your seat, not at all appealed to the idea of spending your night, the one you where you should’ve been in the warm covers of your bed, at Cherry Bomb once again, except cleaning up a room that looked like a frat party no doubt, “Oh yeah just how I wanted to spend my day off.” You sighed as you stood up, rubbing your eyes as you bidded everyone goodnight, following behind Jungkook with another yawn.

Cherry Bomb, just as Jimin said, was a literal wreck.

Bottles scattered over the floors tables had been put up and chairs littered the main floor, glitter and holographic confetti covered the floor and splatters of white substance...presumably cum- stained the floor, god you hated bachelorette parties, “This is so disgusting.” You groaned, ignoring the white substance as you continued sweeping up the confetti.

“Hey I kept my dick in my pants the whole time, blame Seokjin for half of this.” That was the last excuse you even wanted to hear as Jungkook defended himself, “You should’ve seen it, almost three of them got in a fight to suck his dick.” Closing your eyes you inhaled sharply as he laughed at your expression, “Speaking of…”

You felt your face flush as you flashed him a warning glance, focusing down on the floor as you continued to push all of the litter into a pile, “Were those new panties? I’ve never seen you in them before.”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You snapped out turning around, stomping your foot in embarrassment, your face bright red as your free hand curled into a fist making him laugh even harder, “I don’t wear all of my underwear at work!” In any other situation and setting, you were dully aware it would’ve been a weird statement, however you were in fact, strippers and that was a perfectly valid statement, you had come to appreciate wearing pretty panties and didn’t like showing all of the ones you owned off where you worked.

“Oh so you won’t mind showcasing those for me privately then?” Jungkook raised his brows, his smile cheeky as he leaned back on his feet making the scowl twist further on your face, he really did get on your nerves some days...“What’s with that look babydoll? Am I not allowed to be curious?”

Stomping your foot once more your lips quivered into a pout as you angrily swept the floor, “You aren’t curious, you’re shameless!” He really was and the fact that he knew it, even proudly flaunted it made you all the more embarrassed and angry.

Jungkook exasperatedly clacked his tongue as he propped himself up to sit on the edge of the stage, “Me shameless? You were the one that sent your cute little ass into a groupchat- who was it for?” You furrowed your brows at the sudden edge in his voice.

“What?” You turned around at his words, not expecting the abrupt question nor the slight change in his tone, leaning against the broom as Jungkook curved a brow, mildly annoyed as if he didn’t like having to go in more detail, “Who was it supposed to be for if you didn’t mean to send it into the chat?”

Your lips quivered into an even bigger pout, cheeks flushing as you turned back to the path you had created, flustered at just the idea of ever sending something like that to someone, “No one Jungkook. I just thought I looked cute yesterday morning, it wasn’t meant for anyone.” You weren’t sure if you were embarrassed at his question or your own answer. You didn’t have any booty calls like the rest of your friends and you weren’t sure if you even wanted any.

Leaning back against his hands Jungkook hummed, shoulders relaxing as he replied, “Feel free to send them to me babygirl, I’ll put them to good use.” Your nose wrinkled at his purred words, cheeks burning as your refused to glance at him.

“Jungkook,” he hummed as you finally turned around, unable to hide his grin at your quivering lips, big puppy eyes and red cheeks as you murmured, “Please shut the fuck up.”

~~~~~

You felt oddly well rested, taking in a big breath before nuzzling in closer to the mass of heat, legs tangled together and you loved when you woke up to your hair being played with just like today. Things felt too comfortable though.

You were well aware it was Jungkook who had accompanied you in bed, he insisted on staying the night and before you could even put up a fight he had crashed down on your bed, sprawled out with a sleepy smirk, the one he always wore when he was tired and ready to drown you in a warm cuddle you just couldn’t say no too.

Letting out a soft breath you shifted in his grip as you yawned, grabbing your phone before your eyes almost popped out of your head, “Jungkook it’s almost 9!” You were two hours late to practice and he just let you guys sleep in!? You had barely shot up before you were forcibly pulled back down, standing no match for the muscle pig that pulled you back against him, “Calm down baby, we got in late last night,” His voice was a note deeper and raspier against your ear setting an uncomfortable warmth between your thighs, “I figured you’d be happy to sleep in.”

“We didn’t get in any later then we usually do!” You huffed as you struggled to get out of his grip, Jungkook held you firmly though, not even looking affected by your efforts as he kept his eyes closed. In admist your struggling though you paused when he let out a small moan, “Fuck… would you stop that?”

That's when you felt the prominent hard line of his boner pressed snuggly against your ass making you let out a whine, trying to keep your thighs from rubbing together at the feeling as you whined, “Let me go! We need to go get ready for practice.”

“Five more minutes,” Jungkook replied, burying his face in your neck, “God I didn’t realize how much you enjoyed practice for as much as you complain.” You jumped at the feeling of his hips slowly grinding into yours.

You tensed as you bit your lip, arousal flooding your body as it stuck uncomfortably to your panties, “Stop rubbing your boner against me.” You huffed flusteredly, suddenly letting out a whine at his hips thrusting into yours, his deep sleepy moan in your ear.

Jungkook only wrapped his arms around you further, hands playing with the band of your sweat pants as he let his lips drag against your ear, “Take off your sweats.” You had already been turned on before, but hearing him command those words, sounding half asleep and that raspy tone working your body all on it’s own had made you quickly push them down, “Mmm good girl.” He inhaled against your neck as you whined, your panties embarrassingly wet as they clung to your folds, body unable to keep still as your ass nudged against his cock that throbbed in his own sweats, “Now take off your shirt.”

You let out a shaky breath, your cheeks on fire as you quickly obeyed, his arms letting go of you briefly as you pulled the material over your head, your tired gaze on the floor as the fabric of your comforter brushed against the skin of your breasts, “Ah fuck, such a good girl.” Jungkook praised, his eyes still shut as his hands roamed over your body, “Are you gonna be good for daddy?”

Your body burned with need as you whimpered a yes, his cock rubbed against the cheeks of your ass, You could feel Jungkook’s smirk on your skin before pulling you on top of him, “Then show daddy what a good girl you are and ride his thigh.”

You were straddled against his stomach, cheeks bright red as your nipples hardened, arousal soaking your panties as he cracked his eyes open, drinking up the sight before him as he let out a breathy laugh, “You’re already soaked babydoll. Look at those wet panties, such a messy baby.” He clacked his tongue as you dropped your chin down, staring at his chest as his hands squeezed against your sides, “They have to be uncomfortable against that pretty pussy, you wanna take them off?”

You didn’t think it was possibly to become anymore aroused, shaking your head he let out a laugh, grabbing your hips as he forced you into action, pulling between his thigh as he let out a soft moan, “Such a pretty baby, go on, make a big mess over daddy’s thigh I wanna see my baby cum.”

Letting out a breathy moan you placed your hands against his stomach, feeling it’s chiseled muscles tense beneath your fingers as you testingly rubbed your hips down his thighs, a sudden whimper escaping your lips at the feeling of your clit rubbing into his thigh, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, “Fuck you look so hot, such a needy baby, your cunts practically dripping.”

His filth instantly made your hips buck, any reservations you previously had gone as you harshly pressed your hips into his thigh, your clit rubbing in delicious friction between your panties and his sweats, a big wet spot quickly growing as you whimpered, “F-fuck- Daddy…!” You felt dirty for whimpering those words but your body only grew hotter as your orgasm quickly approached.

You nearly choked on your own spit when Jungkook’s hand came into sight, hand palming his hard, aching cock in his sweats as you whimpered, “What baby?” Jungkook let out a sadistic smile, “Want daddy’s cock?”

He watched your hips buck into his thigh faster, another high pitched moan escaping your lips as you nodded. Your lips parted as he pushed his sweats down just enough to release his swollen cock, it was so big his shaft was thick with a protruding vein, slightly curved and his bulbous head beaded with precum and was such a pretty shade of red.

You jumped out of your skin at the feeling of Jungkook’s hand entering your panties, nearly moaning as he palmed your clit, a cry escaping your throat as you whimpered, “Please daddy! I’ll be a good girl, please!”

Your juices messily spilled all over his hand, your hips pressing harsher into his palm to rub further against your needy clit as you leaned forward, tits bouncing and hair slanting view of your face as you whined, desperate for his cock to fill your aching body.

“Fuck thats hot.” Jungkook muttered, eyes fixated on your hips fluidly pleasuring yourself against him, you let out a loud whine as his fingers dragged up your soaked slit, teasing past your clit as you nearly cried out, “P-please! Fuck please!”

Instead of rubbing your clit like you had hoped he only used your arousal for his cock, grabbing it as he began to squeeze against his base, “You have to earn daddy’s cock, make me cum without doing anything and I’ll consider it for next time.”

Your eyes glossed at his words, ready to cry despite your hips rubbing for more friction, unable to take your eyes off his swollen cock that he held in his hand, pumping it at an eased paced that made you clench around nothing but the thought of his fat cock filling you up, “You said you were daddy’s good girl right?”

You threw your head down at his words, you thighs squeezing against his with a whine, Jungkook managed a breathy chuckle as he hummed, “Oh so you like being a good girl?” You let out a whine, your cheeks on fire as your orgasm began to build, “You like being told how much of a good girl you are for me, how well you ride daddy’s thigh? You gonna be a good baby and cum for daddy?”

His words were almost too much to bear, your hips beginning to stutter as pleasure began to bloom throughout your whole body, “F-fuck! I-I wanna be daddy’s good girl! I wanna make daddy’s cock feel so good, wanna be stuffed full and fucked until my pussy is dripping.” The words fumbled from your lips as your pace became more messy, pleasure suddenly twisting and snapping in your body as you cried out, “Mmm! Fuck me daddy! Please! Please! I need your cock so bad I want it splitting my pussy open and stuffing me full, please!”

You couldn’t keep the filth from pouring out of your mouth as you breathed heavily, crying out at the orgasm that snapped throughout your body, whimpering at the sharp twist of pleasure filtering through your body as you shakily held onto his stomach, barely registering Jungkook’s breathy moans, “Be a good little cockslut and stay still,” He suddenly growled making you whimper, obediently forcing your trembling body to lie still as he quickly pumped his shaft, his tip aiming at you, licking your quivering lips at his daunting bulbous tip aimed directly at you as you whimpered, “Pl-please just let me suck it, I’ll be daddy’s good girl and-and take it,”

Jungkook squeezed against his shaft, another moan escaping his mouth as he tucked his tongue into his cheek, dominance rolling off him in waves at the sight of you trying to keep still against his thigh, panties completely soaked with those pretty tits on display, it was your face that got him the most though, the way your cheeks burned bright red and your pupils blown out and eyes doe like, “I said: No, you fucking cockslut,”

You let out a quiet whine, eyes dropping back down submissively to his throbbing cock that he held with a tight grip, his palm roughly squeezing his head as he growled, “You haven’t earn the right to suck daddy’s cock. Now be a good girl and keep riding my thigh.”

“B-but...” Your body was so hypersensitive already your hips were trembling at just the idea, Jungkook used his free hand to suddenly strike your thigh making you give a loud yelp as he snarled, “Ride my thigh you slut, don’t make me repeat myself.” He bounced his thigh up to your aching core, making sure to hit your clit as you whimpered a moan, “If you can take daddy’s cock you can take daddy’s thigh.”

Letting out a shaky whine you obediently let your hips drag back down his thigh with a whimpered moan escaping your lips, “D-daddy it hurts.” Despite the oversensitivity your hips were quickly bucking further into his thigh, your clit throbbing in pain and pleasure as the need for his skin to be in contact with your clit burned in you harsher.

You cried out at his hand slapping over your thigh once more as he growled, “Then why are you still going huh? Don’t pretend like you don’t like using daddy’s thigh you slut,” His degradation was making your folds practically drip but you couldn’t feel an ounce of shame as you moaned, “Look at you getting off on daddy’s thigh while begging like a little whore for his cock, are you daddy’s little whore?”

You whimpered, nails dragging down his abdominal, having never been spoken to with so much degradation yet your body was begging for more as your face burned brighter, “I-I love being daddy’s whore, pl-please daddy,” You tugged at the band of his sweatpants that had been pulled past his hips.

Jungkook let the wide smirk pull on his lips, “Such an obedient baby, you wanna ride the skin of my thigh don’t you baby? Pull them down further.” You nearly jumped for joy at his permission as you quickly shifted to pull his sweats to his knees. What Jungkook hadn’t expected was you to pull your panties to the side before quickly lowering down to the warm skin of his thigh, letting out a long shaky moan in relief.

Jungkook nearly lost it in that moment, forcing his hand to stop to keep himself from cumming at the feeling of your dripping wet cunt split and dragging over his open thigh, now wet and messy covered in your juices, “Look at my needy baby,” He cooed out, voice finally relaxing as he let his throbbing cock rest on his stomach, “Such a good girl,” you let out a shaky moan, hips stuttering as you pressed your clit down against his warm skin, dragging it down his thigh as your slick arousal glistened against his tan skin, “Does babygirl need my fingers?”

He let out a breathy chuckle as you whimpered, “P-please daddy! I’ve - I've been so good!” hips quickly bucking into his thigh as he let his hand slide down making you whimper as he let his pads drag in little circles over your clit, “Mmm! F-fuck it-it hurts daddy.” Your lips quivered with a moan.

Jungkook only grabbed his cock with his free hand, pumping it with ease as he let out a breathy moan, “If you’re daddy’s good girl then cum again, be a greedy little cumslut for daddy and make a big mess over his thigh.” You let out a high pitched moan as his fingers dragged over your swollen little nub, finding it’s sweet spot as he pressed down into it, quickly letting his fingers pace pick up as he rubbed into it.

“Go on babygirl, cum on daddy's thigh, are you gonna be a good girl and hold still to take my cum?” He let a haughty smirk pull on his lips as you cried out, rapidly bucking into his hips as your thighs squeezed against his, your second orgasm nearly taking all of the energy out of you, every little touch of his thigh on your clit had you whining and whimpering as you tried to stay still, “Y-yes...I’m daddy’s good girl…”

Jungkook finally relaxed, letting out a deep, raspy moan as his orgasm finally broke inside him from your words, pleasuring streaming through his veins as the spurts of cum shot out covering your body in the pretty white substance, and you were such a good girl, staying still as he covered you in his cum. Jungkook pumped every last drop out, making sure it all splattered against you as you let out a soft whine.

Flecks of white covering those pretty red cheeks as your body trembled gently, your breaths shallow and refusing to meet his, “Mmm such a good girl,” You jumped a little at his hand that placed on your cheek softly, thumbing the cum away from your cheekbone, “Not bad for a little masturbation play. Come let me get something to clean you up with.”

Jungkook sat up, intending to go to the bathroom but paused at the sound of your soft whimper, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you buried into his nose, a little sniffle escaping you as you let out a small whine, “No! Please don’t go.”

“Baby I’m not going anywhere-” You let out a soft sob, legs wrapping around his waist, afraid he’d leave you just like he did all of his other one night stands even though the rational side of you knew that wasn’t the case, fear had took over as you held onto him as if he’d disappear.

Jungkook let out a soft hush as he wrapped his arms around you, “Shhh, I’m not going to leave babygirl.” He shifted to lay back down, letting you rest on his chest as you gently sobbed into his shoulder, little tears trickling down your cheeks at the idea as you held onto him tightly, “You were such a good girl for daddy, was I too rough?”

He sounded a little worried, Jungkook had experienced a lot of different reactions from both subs and littles after sex but to have one crying afterwards was not something he ever thought he’d experience and he definitely wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. You only let out a small sob as you shook your head, tightening your grip on him as you buried your nose into his neck.

Jungkook only soothed you, rubbing your back gently as he pressed small kisses into your kiss, “Shh, I’m not going anywhere babygirl. What’s wrong?” You only sniffled further, rapidly shaking your head as you nuzzled further against him. Letting out a soft sigh Jungkook pressed another kiss into your skin, soothingly rubbing the bright red mark on your thigh from his hand, his free hand tangling in your hair to stroke it as he held you close.

Eventually you came down from your high of sex, body no longer trembling and your cheeks still stained from tears yet all you felt was embarrassment, you had never had such an episode of fright after sex let alone one that would push you into tears, “We’re late…” You finally rasped weakly, and much to your surprise Jungkook snorted a laugh.

Hesitantly you propped yourself up on his chest, cheeks beginning to flush as he looked up at you, both amusement and haughtiness on his expression, hands gently rubbing against your back as he asked, “I’m sorry but you just bawled your eyes out for twenty minutes, and that’s your first concern after? Are you okay baby?” Your lips quivered into a pout as the concern that drew in his eyes, “Was the degradation too much? I should’ve probably asked first, some girls get extremely turned off by that- or was it the spanking-”

“Jungkook,” You cut him off, rubbing the sticky cum from your cheeks as you shyly shifted off of him, curling your knees up to your chest, “I’m fine, if I didn’t like anything I would’ve told you, I just...I don’t know why I cried okay? I just....” your cheeks burned heavily as your lips trembled once more, “I don't know!”

Jungkook gave a soft laugh, sitting up as he tucked his members back into the confines of his boxers before fixing his sweatpants, “Alright baby, no need to be so defensive, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you. Unless you’re just upset I didn’t actually fuck you? If that’s the case then just give me ten minutes I-”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” He laughed even louder as you pressed your hands into your ears with a whine, standing up as you waddled to the bathroom, to get a washcloth, “Like I said, we’re late!”

Jungkook groaned as he stretched out, following you inside the bathroom before casually shrugging, “Oh yeah forgot to mention practice got cancelled today,”

“What!?” You hissed out, whipping around to glare at him, he couldn’t have told you that before he whipped his dick out!? You glowered sulkily, making him laugh as he ruffled your hair making you stomp your foot, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jungkook began fiddling with the knobs of the shower, brows pressing together a little in confusion as he tested the water with his hand, “Well you didn’t give me a chance babygirl, y’know if you just said fuck off when I told you to take off your sweats I probably would’ve told you then.”

Your lips tugged into an angry pout as you glared at his broad, muscular back that was revealed as he pulled the shirt over his head, your mouth suddenly gaping as your cheeks flared, “What…! What do you think you’re doing!?”

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder as he let the half smirk curl on his lips, “Showering?” if he had told you to get on your knees that very second, without a doubt, you would’ve did as told. The idea made your own knees weak as he ran his hand under the water once more, “You practically covered me in cum, kinda gross to be honest.”

You gaped like a fish before stomping your foot making him laugh as you pointed an accusing finger at him, “You…! You were the one who covered me in cum!”

You couldn’t even hold your ground though as Jungkook strode towards you, suddenly hauling you up by the thighs as he set you on the bathroom counter, “Oh hush you were the one who was practically begging to suck my dick. On god, I’ve never seen a girl look so happy to be covered in cum,” you whined for him to stop, feeling your cheeks flush at the chaste kiss he pecked on your neck, grabbing at the band of your panties before pulling them off in one swift motion.

Embarrassed you squeezed your thighs together, still hypersensitive and cautious making him pat the side of your thigh, “You’re so adorable,” your lips pulled into a big angry pout once more at his finger that bopped your nose, his eyes crinkled slightly with a smile, “Now come on let’s get showered, Namjoon wanted to talk to you at the hospital, it’s pretty important.”

You furrowed your brows at his words, tilting your head before nodding, hopping off the counter as you waddled into the shower, ignoring the arousal that slid down your thighs. Not before complaining about how hot the water was, “What’s it about?”

“Ah…” Jungkook gave a hum, pulling off the rest of his clothes before he shrugged, “It’d be easier to just let him do the talking,” He stepped into the shower with you, being in such close proximity of him made you slightly sheepish as you curled against yourself.

Feeling arms wrap around your waist you let out a soft whine as Jungkook nudged his nose into the crook of your neck, “Hush, I see you nearly naked every day. Now let me take care of my baby.” your cheeks had to be rosey at his words but you weren’t about to stop him when his fingers massaged into your scalp. Exhaling softly you finally leaned into his touch as your muscles relaxed, you had to admit, this was nice.

~~~~~

“What?” You were sure if you had even heard Namjoon right, everyone sat around in chairs, he looked definitely hungover and in an itchy looking hospital gown, hair ruffled and his foot wrapped in a splint. He had definitely seen better days and in light of the situation you could tell no one was going to let him live this down.

Namjoon couldn’t help but give a soft laugh at your shock expression as he explained, “I have a hairline fracture in my ankle, Doc said it might take up to 8 weeks to heal and given how much I’m scheduled at Cherry Bomb for this and next week, we really can’t afford to have gaps in the shows,”

“And trying to throw a shit ton of choreography at the girls would be a nightmare,” Jungkook chimed in, arm loosely draped around your shoulders, “Not to mention taxing for us.”

You could understand where they were coming from but still couldn’t quite believe the situation, almost surreal and any other girls dream come true. Or strippers dream come true.

Namjoon nodded in agreement with him as he directed his gaze back at you, “It’s up to you of course, but I think you’re ready. And it’s only temporary, just for the next few weeks so we have time to get the girls put on for extra dances.”

You nibbled on your lip, fidgeting with your fingers as you frowned, “Are you sure you don’t want someone else to do it?” This was a big leap from just being a trainee and you knew for a fact, there was a lot of other girls who’d probably do a better job than you, not to mention you’d be given shit from absolutely everyone within the next few weeks if you took this on.

Namjoon only smiled encouragingly, “No I’m pretty sure I want you to take my place Y/n, you’ll do just fine. Beside’s like I said, it’s only temporary and it’ll be good experience under your belt.”

The moment felt so surreal to hear, Namjoon really thought you’d be able to pull it off as a temporary soloist, swallowing thickly you finally gave a bashful smile, “Well, it's not like I can really say no, where do I begin?”

Letting his hand drop to your waist Jungkook gave it a squeeze as he gave you a confident smile, “You’ll wanna find some music first, soloist’s choose their costumes, choreography and music so you have your work cut out for you baby, if you need any help you know I’ll be there. Better get to work.”

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soft-dyke-omo · 4 years

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Omovember in August - Day 1: Desperate In A Vehicle

Pairing: Supercorp

If you’ve somehow stumbled upon this fic not knowing what omorashi is despite me not tagging the pairing - it’s about Lena pissing herself. Twice. Don’t look.

As she sat there, stewing in her own misery and the awkward silence that permeated the car, feeling another sharp pulse from her bladder that decided that actually, it hadn’t had enough the first time it emptied into her pants about ten minutes ago, Lena felt it was safe to assume this was one of the worst days of her life.

Certainly the day hadn’t begun as awful as it ended – it had begun rather serenely, with Kara sprawled halfway across her chest, snoring gently. Her girlfriend had always been a starfish sleeper. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to wake her for a good thirty minutes – not after all she’d been through the day before. Non-stop emergencies, rogue aliens, blowing out her powers...when Alex had told her to make sure Kara gets a nice, stress-free day to recuperate or die trying, she hadn’t hesitated a second to swear to do so.

And so Kara and her had compiled a list – things they’d always wanted to do, but hadn’t yet been able to because of superpowers or a strict Luthor upbringing. Truth be told, it was mostly Kara supplying the ideas, and Lena trusting her, completely, because even if the experience of laser tag sounded a lot like “sweaty people playing with toy guns in the dark” and she failed to see the appeal of it, she’d always say yes to spending more time with her girlfriend.

So they took Alex’ car for the day (“not a dent, Alex, I promise!”) and they were off to the races.

And Lena was ready to admit that maybe she’d judged Kara’s ideas too harshly. There was something about just letting go for a day and letting Kara win her stuffed animals at a fun fair, consuming copious amounts of slushies (maybe too many, but what was a lesbian to do when Kara insisted on kissing it better every time she got brain freeze) and giving into her competitive streak to absolutely eviscerate an unpowered Kara at laser tag.

Maybe she should have known better. Because “best of three” quickly turned into “best of five”, and then “please just one more round Lena”, even though the slushies in her bladder definitely started making themselves known by now.

“One more round”, she agreed, shifting her balance from foot to foot. “But then we need to go.”

Then I need to go.

The one more round turned out far harder than it had seemed at face value, because now Lena had to deal with getting distracted by the insistent signals her bladder kept sending. Normally it was easier to anticipate Kara’s next move, her being the type to charge in heroically and ask questions later, but now she had to factor in regular breaks to cross her legs and compose herself. Why on earth did she let it get so bad in the first place? Okay. She had to concentrate. The laser tag arena was littered with brightly coloured obstacles to crouch under or take cover behind, broken up only by one main lane straight down the middle and two smaller lanes circling around the area in its entirety. Usually these smaller lanes were where Kara liked to attack from the most, but during their most recent plays she’d started to branch out a bit more. Lena had to be on guard.

There! A flash of blonde hair, about 15 metres away. Her girlfriend was keeping lookout with great concentration, even from so far away Lena could see the furrow in her brow. She was also slowly stalking her way over to were Lena was ducked behind cover. Immediately she threw herself into the shadow of a larger object that would give her a better chance at ambushing Kara – she regretted her decision at once as the impact jostled her bladder and she felt herself leak for just a fraction of a second.

She blanched, drawing her knees to her chest and holding herself with one hand as her bladder continued to pulse painfully. Shit, please not again. She wasn’t keen on reliving the incident of her first date with Kara, where she’d wet herself at the dinner table. She cringed in humiliation at the memory, even though Kara had assured her time and time again that it was okay, and she didn’t think any less of her for having an accident. Well, Kara might not, but Lena definitely did. And the prospect of a second accident so soon after the first chilled her to the bone – God, Kara would think her incontinent.

Lena grit her teeth and rocked against her hand as subtly as she could until the urge subsided enough for her to trust herself to take her hand away. At least she couldn’t yet feel a wet spot on her pants. Now she just had to get her head back in the game-

“Gotcha!”

Lena jumped in surprise when she saw Kara towering over her, triumphant, pretending to blow smoke off of the toy gun, Lena’s vest beeping to signal she’d lost this round.

“I told you I could do it! You should have seen your face!”, she cheered, and, as Lena still hadn’t gotten up yet, added: “Are you okay, baby?”

Lena swallowed dryly, thanking whatever gods were looking out for her for not having lost complete control because of the shock.

“I’m fine, darling, I just fell on my ankle awkwardly.”

Liar! She didn’t know why she kept doing this to herself. Why was it so hard to just ask Kara to take a break so she could go to the bathroom?

“Are you okay? Do you want me to have a look at your ankle?” Kara asked, before remembering that she didn’t have X-Ray vision. “Or, well, have someone else have a look at your ankle.”

“I’m fine, darling”, Lena assuaged, despite her continuously mounting panic. “Help me up?”

The worry didn’t leave Kara’s face as she extended a hand to pull her girlfriend to her feet, especially not at the hiss that escaped Lena’s clenched teeth – not from pain, as Kara misconstrued it without a doubt, but from the effort of stopping the second leak she lost the moment Kara hoisted her upright.

“Do you need me to help you walk?”, Kara asked.

Lena gave her her best approximation of a smile while clenching her thighs against the pulsing ache of her bladder.

“I’m sure I’ll make it to the car on my own”, she said, but in truth she was unsure whether she’d make it to the car at all. Kara nodded, and hand in hand they made their way out of the arena. Every couple of steps Lena could feel another leak, and she was grateful for the black jeans she was wearing because she was sure that by now she must have saturated her underwear. Her heart was beating in a wild panic that for once in her life Kara’s dampened powers caused her to be unaware of her girlfriend’s plight. This couldn’t happen again, not so soon after the first time she’d disgraced herself. Kara dragged her more through the lobby than she walked, and the spurts she was losing kept growing larger and larger and this couldn’t be happening…

“Actually...I need to use the bathroom before we go.”

She couldn’t stomach looking Kara in the eyes. She could only imagine how Kara must be seconds away from praising her for voicing her needs in time or something equally embarrassing. Her voice already echoed in her head: See, we’re making progress already!

She turned without a further word and made her way to the bathrooms as quickly as possible without outright running, but when she arrived her heart sank once more: The queue was dishearteningly long and moving at a snails pace, while the painful pulses of desperation kept building and building. At least being able to stand still and cross her legs gave Lena some reprieve. She snuck a hand between her legs to check the wetness on her pants and froze when she felt the damp patch expanding to the size of a fist over her right thigh. Lena caught her self chewing on her lower lip, an anxious habit she’d long since thought she’d kicked. She surreptitiously tried to check the stain, she’d thought it fairly invisible until now, but in the harsh, flickering neon light she suddenly wasn’t so sure. God, what if someone saw – what if someone recognized her?

The thought alone made her nauseous with anxiety. She could already see the headlines in front of her mind’s eye:

Luthor’s Little Accident: Luthor Heiress Wets Herself In Dingy Laser Tag Arena Bathroom.

Her breath is coming in short, panicked bursts now, the queue still hasn’t moved an inch and to make everything worse she can feel a new burst of wetness creep down her inner thigh.

It’s too much. She feels like there are dozens of eyes on her, she can feel hot tears welling up and she can’t breathe, she has to leave, now.

She turns on her heels and pushes past the women that have already queued up behind her, keeping her eyes to the ground.

“Good to go?”, Kara asked her, cheerily, as Lena rejoined her in the lobby. The joy quickly drained from her girlfriend’s face when she saw Lena’s expression, and the CEO didn’t miss the fact Kara’s eyes flitted down to her pants to catch any signs of an accident.

“Queue was too long, let’s just go home.”, Lena hissed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure!”, Lena snapped, and immediately regretted it.

“I’m sorry, darling, but can we please hurry?” She hated how desperate she sounded, hated the open pity Kara regarded her with.

“Of course”, Kara murmured, taking her hand again and leading her out onto the parking lot. Lena followed behind, every single muscle in her body tense, and yet she kept losing the fight. She could feel dampness all the way down to her mid-thigh now, cooling rapidly in the late summer air outside, and even more pathetically, tears were leaking down her face from the effort, the pain, the humiliation of it all…

“Hey, hey Lena.” Lena sniffed, trying to put on a brave face. She couldn’t pretend anymore: There was no way she’d make it. She couldn’t even see anymore, tears blurring her vision. The sudden warmth of being enveloped in a firm embrace by her girlfriend. “Kara”, she cried out, an exclamation somewhere between let me go and I can’t hold it and help me.

“Lena, it’s okay. It’s okay.”, Kara murmured into the crown of her head, and Lena wanted to argue, to fight, to tell her that it was anything but okay, but her body seemed to take Kara’s permission and run with it. With one final sob her muscles gave out, her saturated underwear not doing anything to stop the steady stream soaking her pants and filling her shoes, puddling at her feet. And still, despite the horrid situation she’d found herself in, she couldn’t fight the effect that Kara’s voice still crooning soothing words into her ear had on her, she felt herself close her eyes and relax into the relief almost against her will, sagging heavily against Kara’s frame. Distantly she was aware of Kara gently manoeuvring them, shielding Lena from view with her body on one side and Alex’ van from the other. The gratitude that washed over Lena was almost, almost enough to eclipse the burning shame at pissing herself on a date with Kara again. Eventually, it was all over, and Lena disentangled herself, blushing furiously as she was faced with the evidence of her accident she’d left on Kara’s pants. God, she’d pissed all over her girlfriend!

“Kara, I’m so, so sorry -” she told the ground. The mere act of looking at Kara seemed an impossible task to her. Kara, of course, knew her all to well. Gently, she took Lena’s chin in a butterfly-soft hold.

“I told you it’s okay, baby, You couldn’t help it, it’s not your fault the line was so long.” She mercifully emitted the fact that Lena could have requested a break hours ago before waiting a few minutes in line would even have been a problem.

“Hold tight, I’ll see if Alex has any plastic bags for us to sit on.” Kara gave her one last kiss to her forehead before scurrying to the back of the van to rifle through the trunk. Lena leant against the side of the car, so exhausted by her struggle her knees didn’t support her weight anymore.

“Fuck”, she breathed out, burying her head in her hands. “Fuck.”

Kara procured two plastic bags only moments later, and Lena tried to ignore both the squelching of her shoes with every step she took towards the passenger seat, as well as the crinkle of the plastic bag protecting the seat, and the sour smell of urine that clung to her. She let her head loll back against the seat. At least it was over.

Ten minutes later, and it was far from over. Just her luck. The ache came back, suddenly and with force, as if she hadn’t gone at all. And the urgency grew fast, faster than Lena thought possible. She must have really overtaxed her muscles this time. She forced herself to breathe deeply, calmly, slowly fanning her legs.

Kara took her eyes off the road for a second to shoot her a sympathetic smile.

“We’ll be at your apartment soon, and then you’ll get out of these clothes. Don’t even worry about it.”

Lena had no fight left in her to even lash out. She’d wet her pants twice in Kara’s company, there wasn’t much dignity to be saved.

“It’s not that”, she said in a small voice. “I – I have to go again.”

“Again?”, Kara blurted out. Embarrassment displayed itself hot and bright red on Lena’s face.

“Sorry”, Kara mumbled sheepishly. “I don’t think I can pull over anywhere, we’re in the middle of the city, but I promise it’ll only take ten more minutes until we’re there.”

Twenty, with this traffic, Lena thought bitterly.

“Hey”, Kara said, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Lena’s thigh, not even flinching at the sodden state of the fabric. “You can make it.”

Lena didn’t answer. She threw dignity to the wind and buried both of her hands in her clammy crotch, grinding against them to somehow persuade her body to just hold out until they’ve reached the privacy of her apartment. She couldn’t help the desperate sounds escaping her lips, hunched over in her seat because every wave of desperation brought a stabbing pain and -

“Baby, don’t hurt yourself.”

Lena couldn’t answer, couldn’t take an ounce of focus away from keeping Alex’ seat dry.

There was a sigh that carried a hint of exasperation with it, then Kara’s hand returned, her touch moving from a gentle reassurance on her thigh to soft, but insisting pressure on her abdomen. Immediate panic gripped Lena with an icy grasp. She frantically tried to push Kara’s arm away, but the second she moved her hand from between her legs an uncontrollable stream escapes her, warmth blossoming through the cold and wet material. With a whine, she shoves her hands back again, managing to stop the impending disaster just so.

But the gentle pressure on her abdomen returned, increasing.

“Kara, don’t, I’ll wet myself!”, she cried, but Kara shushed her.

“Better than hurting yourself.”

Lena knew she was fighting a losing battle, infrequent leaks turning very, very frequent, having long since completely re-saturated the seat of her pants, but that didn’t mean she was done fighting. She couldn’t ruin Kara’s sister’s seat, how would Alex ever look her in the eye again without seeing the same woman who wet herself twice in one day?

Kara started pushing harder against her bladder, and to Lena’s horror no amount of clenching and grinding could prevent the inevitable from happening.

“Kara – Kara I can’t-” she choked out, urine now steadily spilling over the seat and pattering onto the mat below.

“I know baby, I know. Just let it out”, Kara hummed, and it was over.

“’M sorry”, was all she could say before finally, her body relaxed, hot liquid streaming through her fingers she hadn’t had the presence of mind to remove. All in all, she had barely more than 5 seconds of urine left in her, and somehow, this made her humiliation even worse. This was it? And still she couldn’t hold it for ten more minutes?

“Lena, you’re doing it again.”, Kara chided softly. “Don’t beat yourself up over an accident.”

Lena nodded, not trusting her voice to respond, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her shirt and cringing when she noticed how she’d wet them from the wrist to mid-forearm in her desperate attempts to hold herself.

“Tell Alex I’ll pay for cleaning.” There was no way to hide it from even her girlfriend’s sister anymore.

“Alex?” Kara asked, as if only now remembering whom the car they were sitting in, that Lena just soiled, belonged to.

“Oh, don’t worry about Alex. I’ll just tell her that I misjudged my human holding abilities and it got so bad you had to drive me or I would have crashed into the next wall. Still didn’t end up making it.”

Lena balked.

“Kara, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem! Alex would be far more likely to believe I’d had an accident because of having burned out my powers anyway – it’s not the first time it’s happened.”

Lena turned to regard her girlfriend who was now fully focusing on the road again. There was not a hint of embarrassment on her face, almost as if what she’d been saying again and again was true:

That it wasn’t that big a deal.

For once in her life Lena could almost believe it.

#omorashi #fictomo #omocute #omovember #but like in august #and probably many months afterwards cause my speed is sloooooooow

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The Wilderness – Colby Brock x Reader 1/4

*Text*

Uncle Elton – Colby, do you think you and Sam could come over sometime today? I have a TFIL video idea that I want to walk through with you guys.

Colby – What time? We’re just editing today.

Uncle Elton – Kian and JC are going to be here around 6.

Colby – What?? I’ll go talk to Sam. We’ll be there.

“Sam!” Colby called, walking into his apartment. “Elton wants us to head over to his place in like 2 hours.”

“What for?” Sam asked, hearing Colby climb his spiral staircase.

“He said he’s got a video idea, but Kian and JC are going to be there too.” Colby explained. “I have no clue what he has planned if he’s bringing other youtubers into it.”

“Ooo, he’s been talking about doing that ‘survive the wilderness’ series.” Sam reminded him. “Maybe he’s trying to hammer out the details.”

When the boys walked into Elton’s house, they noticed a couple people they knew and a few people they didn’t know.

“Hey, hey, hey!” JC called, walking up to the boys and partaking in the usual handshake/half hug. “We need to collab again, boys.”

“Hell yeah, brother.” Colby replied, walking past JC to find Elton.

“UNCLE ELTON!” Colby yelled, hearing a call back from the back yard. “What’s going on?”

“Give me a hand bringing this shit to the garage and I’ll tell you.” Elton bribed him.

When the two of them made it to the garage, Colby saw Elton’s whole plan charted out on one entire wall. “Holy shit.” He said, dropping the boxes Elton had him carrying. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Well, I was supposed to do it a few months ago, but Kian and JC were doing their reality series and we didn’t want to compete with each other.” Elton explained. “So, I decided they could go first as long as they competed in mine.”

“Dude, is this like survivor?” Colby asked, looking at all of the stuff Elton had laid out.

“Kind of. I want to have like 10 pairs of YouTubers see who can live in the wilderness the longest. The winning pair gets 10 thousand dollars for themselves and 10 thousand dollars donated to whatever charity they choose.” Elton started explaining, pointing at some plans and illustrations on the left of the wall. “We’d start out with 10 and everyone would get to bring ONE Rubbermaid bin each full of whatever they wanted.”

“Can’t you cheat, then? What are we allowed to bring?” Colby asked, trying to think of what he would bring.

“It could be 100 usb batteries to charge your phone or it could be 50 Pop Tarts. It doesn’t matter. Every individual person gets to bring one bin full of whatever they want.” Elton explained. “I’ll pair people up before they pack so they can talk about what to bring.”

“So, Sam and I are a team? I assume Kian and JC are a team, too?” Colby asked.

“Not exactly.” Elton replied, sounding a bit suspicious.

“Wait, who are the teams?” Colby looked over, hoping he was still paired with Sam.

“I want pairs of girls and boys.” Elton said. “Kian and JC are bringing their girlfriends. I’ll have Sam invite Kat.”

“Who am I supposed to bring?” Colby sighed, glaring at Elton.

“Well, you know Y/n is out there with Kian and JC.” Elton raised his eyebrows. “She wants to compete.”

Colby’s face immediately flushed pink. “I don’t think she’d want me on her team.” He said, ducking his head. “I kind of fucked up the last time we hung out.”

“Ummm, she told me she hopes she gets paired with you, so I don’t know what the fuck you think you did.” Elton gave Colby a confused look.

“Really?!” Colby asked, surprised. “I didn’t think she ever wanted to talk to me again.”

“What did you do?” Elton laughed, shaking his head.

“I was suuuuuper drunk and I kissed her.” He said, covering his face with his hands. “But the fuck up was freaking out afterwards and telling her I didn’t mean it.”

“So, what…you just stopped talking to her?” Elton asked.

“Not exactly. Kind of? It happened like 2 nights ago.” Colby said, looking up at Elton.

Elton walked to the door that led to the house. He opened it and yelled inside. “Y/N! Come to the garage!”

“What are you doing?” Colby whisper yelled, looking for the button to open the garage door so he could bail.

“Oh, don’t be a pussy.” Elton laughed.

“What’s up?” You said, walking into the garage. When you saw Colby looking flustered in the corner of the garage, you walked up to him. “Hey, you okay?” you asked, pulling him into a hug.

Colby hesitated for a second before wrapping his arms around you. “Not really.” He said, hiding his face in your neck.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling Colby tighten his arms.

Colby looked up and realized Elton had left the two of you alone. “I, uh. I really fucked up the other night and I was nervous you’d never want to talk to me again.” He explained looking down at you.

“Because you kissed me?” you laughed.

“Well, more because of how I acted afterwards.” He said, cringing at the memory.

“Colby, we’re fine.” You smiled up at him. “You were wasted. I’m shocked you remembered any of it at all. I was actually trying not to laugh at you and make you feel worse.”

“Oh, god.” He said, ducking his face back down into your neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Want to make it up to me?” You asked, playing with his hair. You could feel him nod his head. “Be my partner in Elton’s crazy Hunger Games scheme?” you laughed.

Colby lifted his head and laughed. “They don’t stand a chance if we’re on the same team.” He said, kissing your forehead. “We’re gonna win this bitch.”

When Elton had finally found enough youtubers to fill all of the spots, he sent everyone an email explaining the rules.

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-No drugs

-No alcohol

-No one from outside the competition is allowed to bring you anything once it starts

-No switching teams

-No violence

-No stealing

-No destroying other teams’ property

-No bribing other teams with money or shout outs or anything outside of the competition

-You ARE allowed to make deals with other teams

-You ARE allowed to bribe other teams with supplies brought into the competition

-You ARE allowed to trade skills, supplies, etc

-You must check in every morning and every evening on the walkie talkie

-You must keep your walkie talkie on at all times and you will be given a supply of batteries only to be used for the walkie talkies

-You will have multiple SD cards and batteries and you are to use the walkie talkie to let me know when you need to switch out your batteries or SD cards.

-You must film your activities often. Not constantly, but enough to keep the audience updated as we move through editing.

-bribes/trades/deals

-building shelter

-cooking/meals

-interactions with other teams

-at least 3 daily update/diary entries

-trips you take away from your camp

-any talks showing progress or setbacks

-keep the viewers informed of where you are and how you’re feeling

Everyone will be updated when a team quits. An announcement will go out on the walkie talkies, but you will not find out who quit. If you happen to know who quit, it is up to you if you’d like to share that information with the other remaining teams.

You can set up your camp however close or far away from the RV as you’d like. You are not required to interact with other teams during this competition unless called to the RV for mandatory meetings/events. There is a ‘private property’ fence that surrounds about 28 square miles of land. You are not allowed to cross this fence for any reason.

Please note that I will be editing this series entirely by myself and that any nudity filmed will be blurred or edited out. For any of the women in this competition, if you know that something was filmed that you would rather a female sort through/edit, please just inform me of this. That is not an issue at all.

I would like you guys to feel comfortable filming your conversations. As I’m editing these videos, I will send out messages to people asking if certain names or information needs to be bleeped. On the same note, if you know you mention someone that you want bleeped or talk about something you want cut out, tell me.

Remember you can work with other teams. You can trade goods within the competition. This includes skills. If someone wants help setting up their tent and wants to trade food or other supplies for it, this is fine. Just film it!

The competition starts in exactly a week. You’ll need to meet at my house at the time and date specified where a bus will take you and your supplies to our camping space.

Emergency protocol and such will be explained on site.

Everyone has been given the same size lidded tub to fill with whatever they want to take with them. Each tub has a pull handle and two wheels so that it’s not too hard to drag it through the woods. These items and the clothes on your back are the only things you will have in this competition. If you want a tent, bring a tent. It must fit in your tubs. I’ve sent everyone a list of SUGGESTIONS, but you are allowed to bring whatever you want. You are not allowed to fill additional backpacks or bags.

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Colby – Hey, did you get the bin and email from Elton?

Y/n – YES! I’ve been researching all morning. I’m trying to be the smartest with our space. Do you want to come over and we can plan?

Colby – I’ll be there in 10.

The two of you spent the rest of the day and the entire next day planning out your supplies.

-You decided that you would be sneaky and wear as much of your clothes as you could so that they didn’t take up space in your bins. That included multiple undies, leggings under jeans under sweats, multiple pairs of socks with your vans, tank tops under t shirts under hoodies, and both of you wearing beanies under hats. You also both wore two belts knowing that they could just come in handy if something broke. You made the both of you a few paracord bracelets, as well.

You used vacuum bags to flatten out the rest of your clothes, 2 sleeping bags, and 4 blankets so that they barely took up any space in the bins. You bought a new tent since it would be pre-packed as tiny as possible and put it in one of the bins. You each packed a spare set of sneakers and some toiletry basics. Bar soap took up the least amount of space and you two could share a tube of toothpaste. You packed a first aid kit in a Ziplock baggy so that the case didn’t take up extra space. You decided you weren’t going to bring your phones at all, so you didn’t pack any chargers or usb packs. You packed bug spray, loads of high calorie protein bars, crackers, trail mix, nuts, and a few gallons of water. You threw in a few packets of sports drink mix in so you’d have some extra calories and you wouldn’t get dehydrated. You filled all the little holes between the other items as you went down the list including as many smore supplies as you could cram in the bin. You made sure to pack quite a few 5 hour energy bottles and some candy so that you wouldn’t go crazy eating the bland protein bars. You’d packed some supplies for a fire, 2 rolls of toilet paper, a notebook and pens, some playing cards, a LifeStraw water filter, a few other toiletries, trash bags, extra Ziplock baggies, baby wipes, lighters, flashlights, and some other random things you weren’t sure would fit until you packed out your bins. You’d both packed a few things the other hadn’t seen.

When the day finally arrived, the two of you weren’t really nervous.

“That’s not allowed!” Corey whined, pointing at you and Colby.

“What isn’t?” you asked, acting like you weren’t wearing 4 layers of clothes.

“Elton!” Corey yelled, walking over to you guys.

“They didn’t pack an extra bag and I said you were allowed the clothes on your back…I’m pretty sure they’re within the rules.” Elton said, smirking at Colby.

Colby stuck his tongue out at Corey. “Yeah, Corey. Don’t be a whiner baby!”

“Plus, we aren’t the only ones!” you laughed, pointing at JC and Chelsey.

“Ayy, looks like we had the same idea!” JC walked over to us, giving us hugs. It was pretty funny to watch since we were all wearing so many layers.

“See, Corey. You just didn’t think it through.” You chuckled, posing for a picture with Chelsey.

“OKAY GUYS!” Elton yelled, getting everyone’s attention. “We’re about to load up the bus to head out. We’ll have our introduction to the competition once we’re there, but I want each of you to walk up to someone with a camera and film your personal introduction. Let the viewers know your name, talk about how good or bad you think you’re going to do, and then make an actual guess as to which team you think is going to win.”

You walked up to one of the cameras and filmed your introduction. “Hey! My name is Y/n and I’m paired up with Colby Brock. We’re both pretty competitive so I think we’re going to do pretty well. Plus, we’ve been friends for quite a while. I know we’ll keep each other sane.” You laughed. “I honestly think we have a good chance at winning this. We’ve been scheming all week.” You made a cocky face at the camera, drumming your fingers against each other like an evil genius.

Colby walked up behind you, scaring you. “Did you finish your intro?” he asked.

“Yup, your turn.” You tried walking away, but Colby kept his arms around you, holding you in front of him. “My name is Colby Brock and we’re not leaving the forest until every other person quits.” He said confidently into the camera.

“I think we’re gonna win, too.” You said, half turning your head to look at him.

“Who do you think our biggest competition is?” He asked you, the cameraman still recording your conversation.

“Hmmm, Sam and Kat. We’re all super stubborn.” You laughed.

“Who do you think is going to give up first?” he continued.

“Kian and his girlfriend.” You said with a guilty look on your face. “I guarantee you they had no clue what to pack for this.”

Colby laughed. “I think I agree with both of your answers.”

Everyone piled into the bus, small team alliances starting to take place.

“Sam!” Colby yelled, calling Sam and Kat to sit with the two of you in the back of the bus.

“Are you guys nervous?” Sam asked, sitting next to you guys.

“Not at all.” You answered, looking to Colby.

“Me either, actually.” He answered. “I’m kind of excited. It’s like a little vacation.”

“How long do you think this is going to last?” Kat asked.

“Colby and I have 2 weeks worth of videos done for our personal channels and we don’t leave for our next series for almost 3 weeks. I doubt anyone would last that long, though.” Sam answered.

“I’ll stay out here until we actually need to fly out for that trip.” Colby said, sounding confident.

“I don’t think I could last that long.” Kat said, looking to Sam.

“I don’t want to be out here for 2 weeks.” He shook his head.

“We took a few pictures this week my friend is going to post for us on our accounts.” You said, leaning your head on Colby’s shoulder. “She’s got some tweets written out, too. She can post them as our weekly videos post just in case we really are out here that long.”

“You’d really stay out here that long?” Kat asked with wide eyes.

“I’m in it to win it.” You said, closing your eyes. You hoped to nap on the 2 hour drive.

“We don’t even have enough supplies to last that long.” Sam said.

“I think we do.” Colby laughed, looking down at you. “Come here, sleepy.” He said, putting his arm around you so you could snuggle into him.

You never quite fell asleep, but you definitely got to rest a bit. About halfway into the trip you heard Sam and Colby talking.

“I’m glad you two are okay.” Sam quietly said.

“Me too.” Colby said, his arm tightening around you a bit. “I really thought I’d fucked everything up.”

“Did you tell her you like her?” Sam asked. You weren’t expecting that question. You thought Colby’s mistake had been kissing you, not saying that it didn’t mean anything.

“No.” Colby sighed. “I’m hoping it’ll be obvious during this whole Survivor thing.”

Kat smiled at the two of you snuggled up. “I think it’s pretty obvious she likes you, Colby. You should definitely tell her.”

“We’ll see.” He answered.

When you finally arrived at the RV, everyone piled off of the bus and grabbed their supply totes. Elton was stood on the RV as everyone else gathered around it. “Welcome to The Wilderness!” Elton said through the megaphone.

Everyone cheered as the cameras moved around to capture the whole introduction.

“You guys already know the rules. If at any time you want to quit, you’ll use the walkie talkie you’ve been given to let my team and I know. There is a list of channels and what to use them for attached to each team’s walkie talkie pack. I’ve also attached some other helpful information, as well as a copy of the rules, to the same pack. When not in use, make sure everyone turns their walkie talkies to channel one. It’s where you’ll hear announcements and such from us. I have no clue how long this is going to last. I know some of you are in this for the long haul, but I kind of expect one or two of you to quit pretty quickly.” He laughed. “We’re going to be staying here in the RV. I’m going to be sorting through footage and editing this as we go so everyone please check in once they get their base set up. I’ll send someone out to grab your first SD card and mark where you’re staying on my map. I’ll be using drones throughout this series to keep track of where everyone is at and who is left. I don’t really know what else to tell you guys, so with that…Go set up your camps!”

You and Colby stripped out of your extra clothes and put them in one of the trash bags you’d packed. Sam and Colby decided that you and Kat would wait by your supplies while they hiked a bit to find a good spot. They wanted everyone else to get settled first so you guys could camp together away from any other teams. Colby also wanted to see if he could find a water source to stay by. They got back about an hour later having picked out the perfect spot.

Colby pulled the tote that had the water in it since it was the heaviest and you pulled the other one. “It’s like a 20 minute hike this way” he said. Telling you to follow his footsteps so you wouldn’t get hurt.

“Yeah, Colby found a little lake and no one else is camped anywhere near it.” Sam said, following behind Kat who was following you. He had a camera in one hand to record the trip to the campsite.

“Ooo, perfect!” You said, keeping pace with Colby. “Everyone we watched stayed kind of close to the RV.”

“Kian is literally camped in the field by the RV.” Kat laughed.

When you finally reached your camping spot, Sam ended the recording and started a new one. He set the camera down on the edge of the spot so it could record you guys setting up your space.

Colby set your tent up pretty quickly before helping Sam finish theirs. He had you and Kat gathering firewood and kindling for the fire. After the tents, him and Sam gathered some larger stones to make a circle for the fire. He set up the firewood and grabbed one of the lighters you packed and had the fire going a few minutes later.

Your tents were set up on opposite sides of the fire, each about 10 feet away from it. You dragged your supply totes to your tent and started setting up camp. You emptied out the bins so you could grab the sleeping bags. “Hey Colby!” You called from inside the tent.

He popped his head in the zipper door. “What’s up?”

“Do we want to use the sleeping bags as actual sleeping bags, or do you want me to open them and lay them down on top of each other so it’s softer to lay on?” You asked. “We could just share the makeshift mattress and use the blankets on top to stay warm.”

“Definitely option two.” He said, crawling in the tent to help you lay the open sleeping bags down. “This is going to be so much more comfy.”

“I agree.” You said, thanking him for helping you lay them out. “I’ll keep setting up in here.”

“Just call me if you want any more help.” He smiled over at you before leaving the tent.

You pulled one empty tote inside the tent to store stuff in and told him to pull the other one to sit by the fire like a bench. You folded your clothes and stacked them in one side of the bin, tucking your extra shoes next to the clothes. You put all of your toiletries in a gallon baggy so they’d be easy to use and keep clean. You put the food, drink mixers, 5 hour energy bottles, candy, and snacks in the tote next to the clothes and put the multiple gallons of water along the inside of one of the tent walls. The bug spray, LifeStraw, and emergency kit were right inside the door so they’d be easily accessible. You grabbed a gallon baggie and put one of the packs of baby wipes, a roll of toilet paper, and a flashlight in it so bathroom trips would be easier. The other flashlights sat next to the emergency kit and the extra batteries were with the food in the bin.

You sorted the other fire supplies, lighters, and a few outdoorsy supplies into gallon baggies and walked them out to where Colby was sat by the fire. “Hey, can you put these in the tote you’re sitting on?”

“Of course.” He said, grabbing them from you and standing up to open the tote. “How’s it going in there?” he asked, nodding towards the tent.

“Almost done.” You smiled at him, turning and walking back to the tent.

There were only a few things left lying on the sleeping bags. A blue bag Colby had packed inside one of the totes, the notebook and pens, the playing cards, a baggie full of trash bags, the paracord, a baseball bat Colby had insisted he pack to keep you guys safe, and a little bag you had packed with some ‘just in case’ supplies like condoms, tampons, your Epipen, some Benadryl, etc. You’d also packed some fun stuff like face masks and nail polish just to pass the time.

You grabbed Colby’s blue bag. When you opened it you saw a small camping knife, a whistle, a compass, a few other camping supplies…at the bottom you saw a box of condoms. You laughed, seeing that he had prepared like you had. I mean, you never know, right? Better safe than sorry?

“What are you laughing at?” you heard Colby ask, crawling into the tent.

“Oh, nothing.” You laughed, tossing him his bag.

He looked at you suspiciously, chucking his bag to the side. “Really. What were you laughing at?” he asked, smiling at you.

“Nothing!” You said, laughing again.

“Y/n, I’m gonna throw you in the lake if you don’t answer me.” He said in a playfully threatening voice.

You saw him creeping towards you, but you couldn’t jump out of the tent before he had tackled you against the comfy makeshift mattress. “I don’t want to answer you.” You laughed, trying to wiggle out of his arms.

He pinned you down with his knees on each side of your hips. His hands pinned yours above your head. “Tell me.” He laughed.

“Let’s just say we think alike.” You smirked, feeling the tension grow.

“In what way?” he asked, dipping lower towards you.

“Colby! Y/n!” You both heard Sam call your names.

“This isn’t over.” Colby laughed, climbing off of you.

“What’s up?” You asked Sam and Kat, climbing out of your tent. They were both sat on one of their totes on the other side of the fire.

"We’re getting ready to use the walkie talkie to let Elton know we’re finished setting up camp.” Sam said. “Are you guys done?”

“Just finished, actually.” You answered.

“Can I see in your tent?” Kat asked as the boys talked to Elton over the walkie.

“Of course.” You said, walking her over to it.

“You guys are way more prepared than we are.” Kat laughed, laying down on top of the blankets.

“Oh, god. I need to see your tent now.” You laughed, laying back against the blankets.

After a few minutes of you two just talking in your tent, Colby called you back outside.

“Someone already quit.” Sam laughed, putting his walkie talkie back in his tent. Colby sat yours on the ground next to the outside tote.

“How?” Kat asked, walking towards Sam.

“We don’t know.” Colby said, sitting down on the tote. “We don’t even know who it is, we just know there’s now 9 pairs left.”

“Damn” you said, sitting on the edge of the tote.

“Here.” Colby said, patting his lap and opening his arms instead of moving over.

“Just move over, dork.” You said, practically falling off of the bin.

“Nope, There’s not enough room. Just come here.” He gave you puppy dog eyes and held his arms open.

“Is this what it looks like when Colby Brock makes a move?” you teased him, sitting sideways on his lap.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He answered, wrapping his arms around you. “Someone should be here to map out our camp site and exchange SD cards in about a half hour.”

The four of you passed the time by talking about your plans for at least the next few days.

“They’re probably going to be recording when they come to switch this out.” Sam said, looking at the two of you and holding up the SD card.

“That’s my cue.” You laughed, moving to get off of Colby’s lap.

His arms stayed firmly around you. “Would you actually care if people saw you sitting on my lap?” Colby asked.

“No.” You answered honestly, smiling at the odd expression on his face. “But…”

“You think I care if people see you sitting in my lap?” Colby asked.

“Yes.” You answered honestly, again. “You are never touchy feely on camera.” You shrugged.

“With women.” Sam added, teasing Colby.

The two of you chuckled. “I don’t care if this is on camera.” Colby said, his arms shaking you a bit. “I’m worried some of my crazy fans are going to freak out and send you hate.” He admitted, sighing.

“I’m not.” You shrugged. “Drama always passes, Colby. You can’t let it make decisions for you.”

“Then stay.” He gave you a soft smile, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded, blushing a bit.

PART 2

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #Colby Brock x Reader #colby brock smut #colby brock oneshot

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luvdsc · 4 years

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tag games ;

tagging :: @eggyukhei ; @jaemericano ; @aqiaquas ; @forehead-enthusiast ; @choerrypuffs ; @latetaektalk ; @winetae ; @taeyongtime ; @nochanchu 🌼

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TAG GAME ONE

tagged by :: @njmin thank you, lovebug! ✨

— tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

omg ok it was april 2014, and I was procrastinating on homework and scrolling through youtube. shinee’s lucifer mv was recommended for some reason, and I was intrigued, so I clicked on it. From there, it just spiraled out of control. I was blown away like there’s this one dance move where they all lined up and taemin does this hand motion so fluidly and I was like “this is it.” More shinee mvs were recommended after I clicked that one, so I kept going and watching all the other ones until I watched them all. Their music is just so different and unique, like even after all this time, I can’t find another kpop group who mimics the music style of shinee. and all their solos are absolutely god tier, too!!! they really are gonna be my first and last kpop group. shinee withstood through my stan eras for other groups. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being their fan.

I also found snsd through shinee because their mvs were recommended after I clicked lucifer too. the first one I saw is the iconic gee. taeyeon stood out to me in those mvs. her voice is so distinct, and I’ve been a fan of her ever since. She didn’t have a solo then, but I searched up all her drama osts, song features, everything because I loved her voice so much even back then. so yeah, taeyeon and shinee will forever be my faves, and I love them a lot 💓

TAG GAME TWO

tagged by :: @latetaektalk thank you, linh !! 💖

rule :: answer the ten questions and write your own!

— how are you today?

I’m doing really good! I’m enjoying my summer, and my day is pretty lax. I’ve been facetiming friends, watching chopped, making banh bao with my mom, and doing my daily cardio ✨

— what book has had the biggest impact on your life?

the princess knight by cornelia funke. my elementary school did this thing where your parents can buy a book to donate to the school library under your name for your birthday. this was the book my sister chose for me when I was in kindergarten. I loved that book; I borrowed it so many times and kept rereading it. It’s a children’s picture book about a princess who secretly learns how to joust. the king tries to give her hand in marriage to the knight who wins the competition, but she defeats them all and chooses to marry the gardener’s son who she loves 💕

— what is something you think everybody should have done once in their life?

Travel. There’s just something so wonderful about going to a new place, whether that’s halfway across the world or just the town a few states over. It’s a lovely feeling embarking on an adventure to a place unknown to you where you can meet new people, try new foods even if it’s just a random dish at a restaurant you’ve never been to, and make memories with strangers that no one back home ever has to know about. There’s just something intriguing about being able to go somewhere else and be someone else for an hour or a day or a week before you return back home.

— what story are you the most proud of and why?

on my previous blog, I wrote a fic called the universe of us, and it’s 21k+ wc. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that fic, and although I can’t read it now without cringing, I really am super proud of myself for pulling through and writing that. The concept of it was unique, in my opinion, and I would love to rewrite it someday! 💫

on this blog, I am most proud of the dumbing down of love. that fic is personal to me because it is literally comprised of my college experiences in written format and the characters embody my friends. I wrote that over the span of 3-4 nights, and that’s the fastest I’ve ever written a fic of that length. the words just flowed so easily for that fic, and the quesadilla scene was the first thing I wrote, and I’m quite proud of that scene!! 💓

— what has made you really happy recently?

I graduated uni!!!!! 💛💛

— what is the first thing you want to do after this whole pandemic is over and it’s safe to go out again?

I want to eat sushi LOL I haven’t had it in four months, and I’m craving it so badly.... I also want to go out with my friends again! I miss being able to see them everyday and our late night shenanigans ):

— if you had to make a soundtrack/playlist based on your life, how would you call it and which songs would you include?

honestly, these are just a bunch of my favorite songs throughout my entire life. some of them don’t relate to me personally, but I remember listening them on repeat, and I still know all the lyrics to them 💘

title: cue the soundtrack of my life

songs: complicated ⋆ avril lavigne ⋮ check yes, juliet ⋆ we the kings ⋮ the way i loved you ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ a daydream away ⋆ all time low ⋮ that’s what you get ⋆ paramore ⋮ i won’t give up ⋆ jason mraz ⋮ holy ground ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ lucifer ⋆ shinee ⋮ don’t go ⋆ exo m ⋮ 1000 years ⋆ shinee ⋮ breathe ⋆ taeyeon & jonghyun ⋮ coffee ⋆ bts ⋮ you are in love ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ walk you home ⋆ nct dream ⋮ i ⋆ taeyeon ⋮ tell me what to do ⋆ shinee ⋮ mad city ⋆ nct 127 ⋮ gravity ⋆ taeyeon ⋮ blueprint ⋆ stray kids

— what is your favourite breakfast food?

omg it’s this one dish that I order every time I go to the diner near my university, and it’s a smoked salmon eggs benedict with hollandaise sauce and hash browns 🤩🤩

— how did you get into writing and is it something you would like to do as your job?

I’ve always enjoyed writing, and my teachers sent me to the young authors’ faire every year from kindergarten to 8th grade. You don’t really get to write creative stories in class when you’re older though, and I stumbled upon fanfiction, and here we are. It’s not something I want to do as my job though. Writing is simply a fun pastime and hobby for me!! If I was forced to write or profit off of it, then that’d take fun out of it ):

— did you remember to drink enough water today?

yes, I did!! I make sure to drink 6-8 large cups of water a day :’) stay hydrated!!! 🤍

my questions for you:

what’s your favorite jelly bean flavor?

if you hated your child, what name would you give them?

do you pour cereal first or milk first?

do you like pineapple on your pizza?

if you could be a celebrity for the day, who would you be and why?

what are three dealbreakers for you in a relationship?

what’s your favorite word and why?

would you rather punch your ult bias in the face full force or lick the porta potty that hasn’t been cleaned after Coachella weekend?

which song(s) would you cut out from nct’s discography?

what’s the most unique/interesting food you’ve ever eaten?

TAG GAME THREE

tagged by :: @pwarkhans ty, sweetpea! 🌸

rule :: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

#tag games

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years

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Winner

Title: Winner

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Platonic-ish)

Word Count: 1586

Square Filled: Beer

Summary: Playing cards with friends is one thing. Playing cards with ONLY Dean Winchester is a whole different thing, especially when one of his favorite card games happen to be strip poker. Mix that in with a little beer and nudity, and you have yourself one very entertaining night!

Warning: 18+ ONLY BLOG!

Written for: @spndeanbingo

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: This was inspired by @covered-byroses’ fic, Poker Night. It’s so good, and you should definitely give it a read! In fact, read all her stuff. It’s all amazing! For my fic, the theme is similar, a line is similar (prompt), but everything is still completely different. I’ve talked to her and asked for permission, also gave her the opportunity to check it out first to see if it was okay, and she gave me the pass! So I’m glad about that. Anyways, read mine then read hers, or vice versa. You won’t regret giving her fic a read! I PROMISE! Happy Reading!

It was that kind of night. Beer and a little poker.

There were empty beer bottles littered atop the war table and it had been hours since Sam had gone to bed, but you and Dean were too competitive to stop now. You were determined to win back your lot, and Dean was just having too much fun taking all your money and giving up all of his chores.

“Three aces,” you displayed your cards on the table, confident in your hand as you took a sip of your beer.

You noticed Dean’s lips tighten, knowing that was a tick of his when he knows he’s lost, but suddenly that twitch turned into the smallest of smirks and you knew you were done. Before he could even show you his cards, you were already groaning in defeat.

“Read it and weep it!” He sang, snagging your beer from in front of you and taking a sip. You and the Winchester’s were best friends, so sharing wasn’t uncommon. In fact, you almost shared everything other than your clothes, toothbrush, and Dean’s pie. When it came to pie, it was always off limits.

“This is bullshit!” You whined, taking back your drink before falling back on your seat and sinking into it a little. “You’ve got to be cheating!” You pouted as you drank the rest of it.

“Sweetheart… I don’t cheat. I’m just that good,” he smirked. “Anyways… baby needs an oil change tomorrow,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re ruthless! First I have to clean the bathroom, dust the archives room, make dinner for a month, do your nasty laundry for a week, and now change Baby’s oil?” Dean couldn’t help but grin at your use of his precious car’s name. “Why couldn’t you come up with something like, a foot massage, or I get the couch on the next hunt? You know something not so laborious. Something simple! Why couldn’t I just buy you a pack of beer?”

“Fine, how about this,” Dean started, “if you can beat me in the next game, I will trade all of the chores in for that foot massage… but if I win, then we play another round however… we’re playing strip poker.” He winked, sending heat to surface all over you body. “Unless you’re too chicken?”

It was lame and immature to be provoked by something as childish as being called a chicken, but you were so adamant on getting your life back that you were willing to do anything. You’ve beaten Dean a handful of times, so it wasn’t impossible. You just hoped that God was on your side for once.

“Game on, Winchester!”

“Atta girl!” He cheered, rubbing his hands together before scooping up the cards and shuffling them several times. When he felt they were properly mixed, he let you cut the deck.

Dean grinned at you the whole time he dealt the cards. You returned his stare with a hard glare of determination. You were going to win this round. You had to win this round other wise, you’d have to do all those chores! And you knew that when it came to that damn Impala, Dean would be breathing down your neck, complaining and constantly telling you how to change the oil in his car, which was incredibly infuriating. You knew how to change oil! You knew how to fully service a car, yet he still insisted on going on and on how to do it. The last time, you threw a wrench at him!

As you rearranged your cards in your hands, you thanked the heavens for the possibility that they were on your side and that you could actually win this. “Full house!” You spread your cards on the table.

“Ooh, damn! Shit, all I got was a… four of a kind!” He cooed, doing a little awkward dance with his arms and hands.

“What?!” You gawked. “Ugh!”

“So… ready for some strip poker?” He teased, his stupid cocky grin plastered across his face.

“I need another beer. No I need two beers. Actually, I need to be shit-faced for this,” you mumbled, getting out of your seat and into the kitchen. You came back out with a full pack to share with your opponent.

The game, like most of all the previous games, was not turning out for you. At this point, you were feeling a slight buzz from the bitter drink. Dean was left in a white shirt and his jeans, while you were down to your crop top shirt and panties, currently wishing you had worn more layers.

This time you dealt the cards, making sure you shuffled the them well enough that Dean wouldn’t be able to get a decent hand. You watched as his face remained stoic. When you saw your cards, you literally had nothing. All you had was one Queen of Spades.

“Alright, shoot,” you told him, anxious to see what his hand was.

“Ladies first.”

“How about we reveal it together?” You bargained.

“Okay. Let’s do this. We’ll both show our cards on three,” Dean suggested.

“Fine,” you agreed.

“One. Two… Three!”

You and Dean counted in unison and then flipped your cards at the exact same time. “Highest card!” The two of you shouted in unison. Scanning over your cards, you noticed that he had beaten you by a higher card. The damn guy had a fucking King of hearts!

“Are you kidding me!” You shouted while Dean laughed, pumping his fists in the air and stomping his feet.

“Go on. Take something off! Take off the shirt!” He chuckled.

You tanked the rest of your beer for some sort of relief, comfort, or maybe some ample amount of confidence, but when nothing changed, you cringed. “I can’t,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around your chest.

“Oh c’mon. It’s just a bra. I’ve seen you in your bra before,” Dean confessed.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the man incredulously. “When?” You demanded to know.

“Uh… that’s not important. Now, are you gonna take off an article of clothing or are you admitting defeat right here and now? Because if you are, I’d like to throw in a foot massage in addition to everything else.” He taunted, knowing how easily you got riled up. Your competitiveness was too easy to manipulate.

“I don’t have a bra on,” you mumbled, cheeks flaring up.

“What?” Dean asked, unable to understand you clearly.

“I don’t have a bra on!” You annunciated every words a little louder, embarrassed and irritated that you had to say it again. Dean’s forest-green eyes widened as they subconsciously fell to your covered chest. “Dean!” You scolded, shielding your arms over your breasts.

Shaking his head to rid his lewd thoughts, his eyes caught yours again. “How about this; if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine?” he grinned. “But then again, if you’re too chicken, I get it. Not everyone got big enough balls to play and finish strip poker.”

You glared at the green-eyed hunter, snatching the rest of his beer and swallowing it all down. “Bite me, you prick!” Your snarky comment made him chuckle, but his eyes never once left your form. He knew he could get you to do it and without him knowing, you actually kind of wanted to. You wanted him to look at you, drool over you. You wanted him to remember this moment; have it etched into his memory so that he could tuck it away and think about it later, during those lonely, frustrating, nights.

Slowly, you reached for the bottom hem of your shirt, taking a deep breath as you lifted it up. Dean’s mouth went dry, his eyes soaking up every inch of skin that was being revealed to him. He was about to see you topless, which made you both nervous in different ways.

Once the shirt slipped passed your head, hair falling from the neck hole, you noticed the way Dean just stared. He didn’t try to be modest about it. He just stared, mouth slightly hanging open before he licked his lips.

“Now those are nice,” he complimented, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours before winking. “Think I can take a picture for later?” he teased.

“Dean!” You chide, wrapping your arms around your twin mounds. “I thought the deal was if I showed you mine; you’d show me yours. Now get on with it!”

Dean chuckled, lifting his hands up in defense. “Alright, alright! I’ll show you mine. A deal is a deal. But first close your eyes,” he instructed.

“Dean…”

“Just close your eyes. So I’m a little shy, shoot me.” You rolled your eyes before closing them, missing the smile on Dean’s lips. Dean wasn’t shy at all. Seconds later, Dean spoke. “Okay, open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes to see Dean lifting his shirt up over his chest. “What?” You questioned, thoroughly confused.

“You showed me your chest so now I’m showing you mine,” he sputtered, leading into a thunderous roar of laughter.

“DEAN!” You shouted, grabbing your shirt and hitting him with it, while keeping your other arm around your breasts. “You’re an idiot! That’s not how this works! Take off your pants! Take off your pants!”

Dean couldn’t help but let his full body laughter take control. There was no way he would be forgetting this night. And there was no way in hell he’d ever let you live this down. Dean was a winner!

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ahgastae · 5 years

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Fashion Don’t

Minho x Reader

Crack/Fluff

Word Count - 1.6k

“You are my only competition for this ugly sweater party, but I’ve won the past two years and you will not end my streak.”

“Han Jisung, when I find you, you are dead.” I receive a few concerned looks as I dodge and weave through the sea of party goers, mumbling threats to my best friend under my breath. When he said he didn’t want to be seen with me at the party, I didn’t think he was going to disappear within two seconds of us setting foot in the door. Besides, my sweater’s not even that bad this year.

Speaking of...

I glance down at what Jisung refers to as, “the bane of his existence”, adjusting the knitted sweater on my body. I’m quite proud of it this year. Not that I’m not every year, but this year, I think I finally managed to outdo myself. It wasn’t easy finding yarn in this specific shade of snot green, and the cashier at the crafts store looked at me like I was crazy when I bought up their entire stock of tinsel. Clearly, I am the only one who appreciates my craftsmanship.

Finally, I spot Jisung through the crowd, nestled away in the corner of the room with Felix and Hyunjin. I should’ve known he’d be with those two. I don’t even try to hide my approach, marching up to them with the bells on my sweater jingling loudly with each step. The boys look up in surprise, and I see Hyunjin’s eyes widen as Felix immediately bursts into laughter.

“Oh my God!” He chokes out. “Y/N, that’s-”

“Absolutely disgusting,” Hyunjin’s lip curls up in distaste. He squints his eyes, holding a hand in front of his face. “God, you could decorate an entire house with all the lights you’ve got on that...thing.”

“Yeah, I know,” I smirk, pointing to the letters sewn across my chest. “That’s why I’m...”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Too lit to quit!” Felix descends into another fit of giggles, while Jisung rolls his eyes and Hyunjin visibly cringes.

“See?” Jisung sighs. “This is why I ran away from her.”

“Ah, you guys are just jealous,” Felix wipes a tear from his eye, shooting me a thumbs up with his other hand. “Y/N, I’d say you got first place in the bag again.”

Hyunjin shakes his head, taking a quick sip of his hot chocolate, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I think you’ve got some real competition this year, Y/N.”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you saying there’s someone dressed worse than her at this freaking party?” Jisung’s voice is laced with disbelief.

“I didn’t say he was going to beat her,” Hyunjin shrugs. “Just that it might not be an easy win like it was last year.”

“And the year before that,” Felix chimes in. “C’mon, guys, Y/N’s the ugly sweater champ at Woojin hyung’s Christmas parties, she’s not going to lose to some newbie.”

“I’m not going to lose, period,” I cross my arms, staring Hyunjin right in the eyes. “You know who it is, don’t you?” He audibly gulps, glancing between the other two boys helplessly. I narrow my eyes, reaching to turn on the speaker in my sweater when he caves.

“Okay, fine! I do!” Hyunjin exclaims. “It’s Lee Minho!”

“Isn’t he Chan hyung’s friend?”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin sighs. “This is the first year hyung’s actually been able to convince him to come.” I nod my head pensively, stroking the imaginary beard on my face. So this ‘Minho’ is Chan’s doing...

“Mayhaps, I should have a talk with Mr. Bang...”

Jisung rolls his eyes, but waves me off nonetheless, “Just don’t go too crazy, okay? I don’t wanna have to bail you out for holiday vandalism.”

“No promises!”

I wink at the boys, and turn to skip off back into the crowd I came from. My eyes scan the room in search of the black hoodie I know Chan is wearing (because it’s what he always wears, despite Woojin’s requests and complaints), but something else catches my attention. Or should I say, someone.

Standing over by the refreshments table, I spot a boy wearing the most atrocious sweater I’ve ever seen in my life. The base of the sweater is a bright purple, and the neon yellow ruffles going down his sleeves are a total eyesore. He’s facing away from me, but the black felt cat butt sewn onto his back tells me I’m dealing with no mere novice. This is definitely the boy I’m looking for.

I steel myself, ready to walk over and show him that my ugly sweater crown is not to be trifled with when he suddenly turns around.

And he’s absolutely beautiful.

My eyes lock with his, and I stumble, tripping over my own feet and almost sending myself sprawling onto the floor. Almost because two arms wrap around my middle, and adjust me back upright before I can even blink.

“Woah, there,” Sweater boy smiles, and I have to remind myself that his cute face does not negate the fact that he is the enemy. “Are you okay? I’m Minho.”

“You!” I narrow my eyes, pointing a finger in his face. “What business do you have showing up dressed like that, Lee Minho?”

Minho raises a brow, looking around my finger to meet my glare, “It’s an ugly sweater party? And I wanted to participate?” His eyes glance down at my own sweater, and he smirks. “Apparently just like you did. How did you get those ornaments to stay like that?” I falter, hand falling lamely back down to my side as I gape at him.

“I...What?”

“I wanted to put more glitter on mine, but Chan hyung told me he’d make me ride in the trunk if I did, so,” Minho rolls his eyes at Chan’s obvious irrationality. “I’m blaming him if I lose the competition because of it.” My ears perk up, and I suddenly remember why I’m talking to him in the first place.

“You’re trying to win the competition?” I cross my arms, trying to appear nonchalant in my curiosity.

“Yeah!” He nods, and the cocky smile returns to his face. “People have been telling me I have a good shot, but to keep an eye out for the reigning champ. Apparently, she’s known for going like, all out.”

“Is she now?”

“That’s just what people have said,” Minho shakes his head confidently. “I’m sure I can beat her, though. I mean, the only person I’ve seen with a sweater that’s not totally boring or unoriginal is...” He trails off, eyes flicking down to my sweater as his lips curl into a catlike smirk once more. “You.”

“I would take that as a compliment,” I try not to blush when his gaze returns to mine, “but I think that’ll just make it all the more painful when I crush you into second place.”

“Damn,” Minho laughs. “They weren’t kidding when they said you don’t play.” He leans in closer, grinning when I instinctively take a step back. “Well, neither do I, sweetheart. So how about we skip the trash talk and make this a little more interesting?”

I cross my arms, eyeing him warily, “What do you mean?”

“Simple,” He says. “We make a bet. If you, somehow, manage to win first place, I’ll back out of the competition forever, and you can keep your crown as queen for years to come.”

“And if you win?”

“You’ll see.” Something twinkles in Minho’s eyes, but between the arrogant look on his face and my stubborn competitiveness, I don’t think twice before holding my hand out for him to shake.

“Deal.”

“Hey, Y/N, don’t be sad,” Felix coos, patting my back in . “At least you got that sweet gift card out of it.”

“Gift cards aren’t first place, Felix,” I grumble, crossing my arms and sinking further into the couch. I toss my stupid consolation prize on the coffee table, “Besides, I don’t even like Starbucks that much...”

“Oooh, does that mean I can have it?” I wave my hand dismissively, and Felix gleefully scoops up the gift card for himself. “Awesome, thanks, Y/N! But, uh, sorry that you lost and everything.”

I sigh, running a hand over my face, “It’s fine. Second place isn’t completely losing, I guess...” The memory of the announcement of the winner flashes in my mind, and I throw my arms up in exasperation. “But how the hell did he make the choir of cats on his sweater sing the entirety of All I Want for Christmas?!”

“The same way you managed to be brighter than a Christmas tree,” A familiar voice trills. “With skill.” I look up to find Minho standing in front of us, signature smirk on his face and first place trophy under his arm.

“I, uh...I’m gonna go.” Felix, the coward, scurries off before I can stop him, leaving me alone with my new public enemy #1.

“Mind if I sit?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, plopping down in Felix’s old seat, and setting his prize on the table. “You know what that means, right?”

I roll my eyes, “That you won the competition?”

“Yes, it does, but what else does it mean?”

“That I lost the bet.” I force the words out through gritted teeth, and Minho grins beside me. “What do you want me to do, Lee?” Minho smirks, biting his lip as he leans closer.

“Go on a date with me.”

I blink, definitely not expecting that to come out of his mouth, “What?”

“Go on a date with me,” He repeats with a shrug. “I want to know more about the queen of ugly sweaters, even if she’s been decrowned.”

“Fine, Minho, you’ve got a date,” I can’t help but smile at the excited look in his eyes. “But don’t think I’m not kicking your ass next year.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Minho laughs, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “Unless, of course, our sweaters are matching.”

#minho x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know x reader #stray kids minho x reader #stray kids xmas!!

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thequeenofcronuts · 5 years

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Uncertainties - Tales of the Past Flashback 1

Tales of the Past Flashback 1 - Flashback to the group during Spring Term at USC

AU Summary - Career life is busy for a group of six friends when they meet a captivating woman with a beautiful soul. New friendships are forged and new romances revealed. All the while hearts are torn and closets are cleared of skeletons. True love always wins in the end, right?

AU Warnings - This Stand Alone will include the following 18+ subjects: Language, NS*W, Verbal Abuse, and Abortion. If ANY of these subjects will cause pain or hardship in reading, please skip reading Uncertainties. That being said, each chapter will include its own specific warnings.

AU Uncertainties Pairings and Characters: Drake x Riley / Liam x Riley / Liam x Olivia / Drake x Olivia / Maxwell x Savannah, including Hana, and Madeleine, and OCs

Tags @client-327 @dcbbw @carabeth @drakesensworld @purplegreyshrimp

Tales of the Past Flashback 1 Summary - Take a look back at memories the group share from their Spring Term, Freshman Year at the University of South California

Tales of the Past Flashback 1 Warnings - NS*W, Language 18+. By reading this you consent that you are 18+

Chapter Word Count: 5,000 give or take

**All characters from the Choices Book: The Royal Romance are owned by Pixelberry Studios (Any other characters are the product of my brain…I probably should apologize now. 🙃😉)

Olivia and Liam are sitting out on the grass in the quad, soaking in the sunshine, while studying for their Spring midterms. Well, she's studying for her last exam while Liam is writing an essay. “I can't fucking believe for a History course your midterm is not an exam but writing an essay.” Liam gives her a wry smile. “Not my fault you chose to take Hell- manities, aka Humanities, this semester. You know that prof’s intention is to make as many of his students fail as he can.” Olivia scoffs. “My guess is the old man takes it out on us because he’s not getting any. His cringe worthiness is like a 20 out of 10, while his sexual attraction is so low it can't even be measured. Liam is lost in a sea of laughter while he falls backward onto the grass. “True enough, Olivia. From what I’ve heard from Drake he hates the prof as much as you do.” “Walker is a dumb ass, but for once he is correct in his description of the prof as the ‘Professor of Rapacious Evil’. I would feel sorry for the prof’s wife, but I don't have it in me. Her choice after all.” Liam looks up at the blue sky. “You know Olivia, we really can be big assholes.” “Meh,” Olivia shrugs, “It’s all apart of the college experience.”

It's quiet between them for awhile, campus life swirling around them, when finally Olivia clears her throat causing Liam to look up into her deep emerald eyes. “So Liam. I kinda need to tell you something and I’m not sure how you’ll react.” She takes a breath. “During the Midterm party at your guy’s frat house I slept with someone.” She looks trying to read his expression but gets nothing. After a moment Liam does a very tiny shrug. “Well I’m not saying I’m thrilled, but we have agreed not to be exclusive, and we’ve only been together since a few days before Thanksgiving Break. And come on, Olivia, it was a frat party after all.” Liam quirks a brow and chuckles, but she lowers her eyes. “Well, there's a bit more. The rest of the story is it was with Drake. I really fucked up Liam.” She pauses. “Ok, maybe that was the wrong phrase to use. Anyway Liam, how pissed are you?” Liam does swallow hard before answering, “Ok, so now I’m really beyond not thrilled at this point, but I know you two were…active most of last semester.” He looks back up the sky for a minute.

“Olivia, the six of us have only known each other since the beginning of the year, which obviously isn't that long, yet we all have become rather close quickly. We do spend all of our free time together. Hell, I think Maxwell and Savannah may actually be very serious already. If we were in a different stage in our relationship then this conversation is quite different. Right now you're not leading me on and Drake and I aren't in some backstabbing competition.” Liam leans up and gives her a sweet kiss on the cheek. She can finally look him in the eyes. “You know Liam, I’ve honestly come to hate him over these last couple months. He's an egotistical jerk who acts like it pains him to be around, I guess, anything.”

She looks out over the quad with a frown on her face. “I can see your point,” Liam lays back on the ground again as he plucks a blade of grass turning it over in his fingers, “but as Maxwell and I are getting to know him more it seems that it might not be his ego so much that holds him back. There may be something else.” She gives him an over exaggerated sigh. “Well think what you want, I’ll just keep on hating him, a lot.” He laughs at her matter of fact tone. “What's so funny over there, Rys?” “Olivia, you find so much joy in pushing all of Drake's buttons. You really are a certain brand of evil when it comes to him, and if I wasn't getting to know you better, I’d be scared.” She flops down on the grass next to him and takes his hand, he chuckles as their eyes meet and gives her hand a gentle squeeze. “"No matter, Liam, I blame what happened during party on alcohol. Lots, and lots of alcohol.”

A few days later Olivia and Liam are in the dining halll for lunch. “Olivia,” Liam said over the chatter of the dining hall. “The Humanities exam is only three days away. You're going to have to put your pride aside and ask him to help you study for this exam. Only you two, out of the six of us, are in Humanities this semester. It could be, ummmm, let me think a moment.” he shoots her a devilish grin. “It could be a very….cathartic experience for you and this certain Humanities classmate.” As he finishes her eyes spit daggers into his soul and she hisses, “You know, you’ve been finding way too much joy in toying with me about all this.” Liam cocks his head, “Well, my minx, can you blame me? You have to admit we both benefit immensely when you’re all riled up.” He wiggles his brows at her. “Fine. Yes it is hot and amazing when I’m riled up.” He kisses her with a growl while those around their table look up and stare. “It seems, Liam, we agree on our stance when it comes to PDA, but back to the matter at hand. It's not all about pride in needing help for the exam. Around our small group of friends he’s using innuendo as his ammo to push my buttons all the time now, and it sucks.” With her arms crossed, and jaw clenched she looks expectedly at Liam for his response. “Well Olivia, what can I say? Karma’s a bitch. Look, just study together and pass your exam, okay. You need your GPA this semester to be better than last, or my little minx won't still be on campus with me Sophomore year.” His kisses her on the cheek and spots Drake, he waves him over.

“Hey Drake, we were just talking about you. Come on over and sit with us.” Olivia kicks Liam hard under table as Drake looks at them both, shrugging, while turning his eyes to Olivia menacingly. “Heh, sure, thanks. So what's up with you two on this fine afternoon?” Drake asks as he sits. Liam glances at Olivia out of the corner of his eye as he answers, “Oh not much. We’re just sitting hear eating lunch and talking about midterms, especially Olivia's Humanities exam.” She would have Liam incinerated into ash that very second, just by one look, if at all possible. “Thank god all I have left that Hell-manities exam.” Drake looks at the textbook next to him and winces.

“Yeah, Olivia was talking about needing a study partner for that one, thinking two classmates getting ready for the exam would help out both.” Her eyes bore into Liam while Drake gives him a smirk as he replies, “Why the hell not? It's going to be a bitch of an exam, so sharing notes sounds good. My night class tomorrow doesn't get out until after the library and Student Union close. We can study in the lounge of our frat house. Those sorority girls in your house can't ever stop squealing or squeeing or whatever the hell you all call it.” Drake takes a bite of his burger and Liam slaps him on his shoulder. “Sounds like you and Olivia have a plan. Well, we’re off. See you later Drake.” When Liam and Olivia reach her sorority house she grabs him by the arm yanking him to halt. “So help me Liam, if you weren't so sexy and good in bed I’d wrap my hands around your neck and choke you hard right here.” Liam chuckles. “Oh Olivia, promises, promises.

The next night she is sitting in the lounge of the guy’s frat house simmering heading quickly into full on fuming. All the pool tables are being used by drunken guys and girls, liquor flowing, and couples are making out everywhere. Included Maxwell and Savannah which causes Olivia to visibly cringe. Finally Drake shows up finishing off some fries. “You went on a stroll for food after class while I’ve been sitting here in an ocean of morons?!” “Hey, the body and brain need fuel. So, shall we?” “Fine,” she sighs. “Let's just get this over with as fast as possible.” “Well, well, Olivia,” he pauses for effect, “I’ve never heard you say that to me, ever.” He raises an eyebrow and smirks. ‘I so want to slap you right now’. She stands to leave when she remembers, ‘I have to pass this exam, it’s almost fifty percent of the entire semester grade. Fuck.’ “Walker, just shut the fuck up and study.”

With that she takes a seat again while they pull out their notes. Not long after Olivia realizes that Drake is actually smarter than she had originally pegged him to be. Definitely takes better, more detailed notes. ‘Shit, I really am going to need his damn notes and explanations for this exam.’ After about a half an hour later they can't even hear each other thanks to the college night life buzzing around them. So Drake nods to upstairs with Olivia shaking her head vehemently. ‘But…Shit, I really need to pass this course. My GPA has to be better to stay in the Sorority House next year. Fuck.’ They reach Drake's room. “Door.stays.open. Walker.” Drake throws his hands up in surrender. “That was my plan.”

Studying for about forty-minutes the antics out in the hall are just as bad as they are downstairs. Drake gets up to shut the door but before he latches it closed he turns to her, “Would you rather leave?” ‘I so hate myself right now.’ “No. I’ve noticed how shit my notes are.” He shuts the door and she eyes his every move suspiciously. “For gods sake I’m not a jackoff. I never have nor ever will take advantage or force something on anyone. You even told me you remember your ‘yes’ this past party.” Drake says wholeheartedly meaning it all, and she knows it's true. He wouldn't ever. “I know it, Drake.” But he does decide, however, to use this time to pay her back for the comment she made about him yesterday loudly in the crowded Student Union. “You just forgot I know how act appropriately with ladies because you never, ever told me ‘no’. You only screamed ‘yes’.” Her jaw clamped. “Is it not true, Miss?” ‘Oh I hate him.’ “That was low. I really do hate you Drake Walker. Actually I hate you even more.” “Guess that answers my question.” ‘After what she had said yesterday and the look on her face right now, yep. Worth it.’

She takes a few minutes to string together sentences of all curse words she can think up directing them at him, then sits back down. ‘Oh so totally worth it. Epic win. Put one the scoreboard board far Drake Walker.’ It takes her a bit, but she finally listens as he describes various art techniques and their major time periods. ‘How does remember all this?!’ “When in the nine hells did you actually get smart, Walker?” It has to be some sort of accident. Did you get your head pounded by another frat guy and it resulted in this miracle?!” Seething, “I’m not just a dumb piece of shit, you know Olivia!” ‘Hmmm, his intelligence, that was a fun button to push. I’ll remember that one.’ “Oh just shut up Olivia. Let's finish the art section and skip the western culture section. Then you can show yourself out.” “Fine.” She yelled. “Fine.” He yelled back. And before either knew it their lips were crashing together with Olivia’s hands grasping his shaggy brown hair. Like so many times before he slid her onto his lap first, as their tongues danced, his hands sliding up her thighs landing on her waist. And like every time before he stopped to asked her. And like every time before she answered with a yes.

He trails kisses from her shoulder blade, up her neck, across her jaw and their lips met again. She runs her tongue along his bottom lip, and as he opens his mouth his hands started to wander under her shirt moving up her stomach going up to… and then she goes tense and completely froze. Drake immediately stops looking at her for an answer. ‘I will not be some girl flitting between men. Especially when I actually care about a really good man. Done. Over.’ “No more. Not tonight, not ever Walker. I’m done. So many months wasted on you. Those months were all about living the freedom of college in my first semester. But that's it. That's all it was and ever will be, nothing.” Olivia gets up and gathers her things. ‘Fuck. Ouch Olivia. That was all it was? Damn.’ “Whatever Olivia. Whatever makes yourself feel better. Funny how it meant nothing, oh how many months later!” Drake is yelling while Olivia walks to the door. With her hand on the door nob she looks back. “What the hell has been wrong with me all these months.” ‘Oh no, you don't get walk out the door with that being the last words.’ Drake shrugs. “Great sex is great sex, friends with benefits?” They both look at each other for a long time, having an unspoken escalating argument. Finally Drake spits out, “See you Friday night when the group celebrates the end of midterms.” Olivia rubs her temples and answers in complete frustration. “Yes. See you then. We both care about all of our friends, Drake.” ‘Unfortunately, Walker, you have to be there.’ One last glare at each other. “But you and I, Drake, we will never be friends.” ‘Couldn't agree more.’ “Neither one of us would want to. Now get out of my room.” Olivia stomps out and slams the door.

As soon as she's out of Drake's room she heads down the hall to Liam's and pounds on the door. He opens it and she shoves him hard back into the room. He can't help but laugh at the look on her face. “I take it the study session went well?” Not saying a word she drops her things to the floor and slams the door shut. Liam quirks an eyebrow and before he can move she pushes him down on the bed crawling on top of him, straddling him as she immediately starts to unbutton his shirt tugging on it until she unfastens the last button. Liam sits up to shrug it off while Olivia grabs the hem of his undershirt pulling it off before he's even gotten the first shirt off. She pushes him back down, while he starts to speak, “Trust me, I’m not complaining but wh-“ Her lips are on his before he can finish. Her nails dig into his shoulders while his tongue runs over her bottom lip. She invites him in, soon tongues wrestling for dominance. Liam grabs her ass squeezing hard enough she yelps into his mouth. He loves that. His hands travel slowly up her hips, up her stomach and cup her breast while she begins to grind her hips on his. She pulls herself back up and throws her shirt to ground while he unfastens her bra which hits the ground as well.

Liam lavishes one breast nibbling and sucking on its bud until it's a hard peak, while he massages and twists the other. A moan rolls off her lips and he takes it as a sign to move to her other breast. Her taste drives him to wanting so.much.more. In an instant Liam is making quick work of the button and zipper of her jeans, sliding a hand down her pants rubbing her folds trough her panties. “You are so fucking wet for me.” Her eyes meet his as she responds in authoritative tone, “Up now. Time to get these pants off.” They stand and he slides her jeans and panties down while she uses his shoulder for balance kicking them off. She unbuttons and unzips his jeans then stands back, watching him pull them and his boxer briefs off.

Liam’s eyes rake her up and down, “Damn you're sexy. I can never get tired of seeing you like this.” Olivia just gives him a wicked grin as she slowly drops to her knees in front of him placing her hand around his hardened length, stroking it a few times before taking him into her mouth. “Shit.” Liam's head falls back as her tongue circles around his tip tasting the little bit that's already escaped him. He grabs a hold of her hair as her lips firmly surround him while moving him in and out. She lets out a deep moan against him as she moves. “Fuck, babe!” Liam begins to buck his hips while she takes him in fully. He feels himself hitting the back of her throat, while in his mind cursing and thanking at the time. ‘Not going to make it much longer if she doesn't stop this.’ He looks down and barely gets out with a husky voice. “Olivia, I,” he moans “You have to stop.” She looks up at him trough hooded eyes and he knows she isn't planning on stopping.

He gently starts pulling her back. She sighs against him one last time and lets go with a pop. “Liam, if you're stopping me from this you better do one hell of a job.” He whispers back, “I accept your challenge.” He grabs a condom while Olivia makes the decision to rest on her knees with her elbows down on the mattress. Liam turns and lets out a primal growl as his tongue meets her folds. Her breath hitches as he licks up to her nub while pushing a finger into her dripping wetness. He nibbles the sensitive spot with gentle pressure and circles it with his tongue. He slides in a second finger and moves them both back and forth. “Shit Liam, more! Now!” He sucks her harder as his slides in the third finger curling them just right reaching that spot which makes her knees weak. She arches her back and pushes herself into him. “Fuck! I’m…C…“ She yells his name and it's the best sound in his life. He gives her a moment while rubbing soft circles on her back. “Enjoy, a breath for a minute baby. We’re not finished.”

Waiting he licks and sucks his fingers clean as he strokes himself a few times before grabbing her hips sliding in his solid length. He waits a second as they adjust saying each other's name then he immediately starts with a hard thrust. He hears her throaty voice, “My, my. Impatient aren't we?” That’s all it takes for him to grab her hips firmly and thrust harder rocking back and forth as she moans his name over and over. They hit their rhythm and she pants “Harder Liam! Give me hard now! I need more of you!” ‘Shit, I’m barely hanging on as it is.’ Their skin slaps together as he reaches one hand around to wet his finger drawing tantalizing circles around her nub as he continues to thrust harder and harder. “Fuck Liam! Just…a…little…more...I’m, I’m-“ he begins to feel her grip around him start to tighten. “Liam, oh fuck. YES!” He sloppily thrusts twice more while she completely unravels. He stops holding himself back finding his own release. He smirks proudly as Olivia screams his name once more while they both ride out their waves of passion.

Soon they are falling onto the bed. Olivia grabs him close and lays her head on his chest as they work to slower their breaths while laying in their euphoria. “So, did I do one hell of a job? Enough to win your challenge?” Liam chuckles kissing the top of her head. “My god yes! I’ll happily lose that challenge to mind blowing sex any day. But, I don't lose other challenges.” He laughs as she kisses his chest and begins mindlessly running circles around his strong abs, while he looks at the ceiling twirling a piece of her long vibrant red hair around his fingers. Suddenly Olivia remembers the words she heard earlier “…Great sex is great sex. Friends with benefits?…” She raises to an elbow looking deep into Liam’s crystal sea blue eyes. “You know Liam, mind blowing is far superior to great.” He looks at her completely confused. “Just trust me here, babe. Mind blowing is so fucking superior to just great.” She smirks as she lays back down again resting her head on his chest. “Liam” she says into his chest with a kiss. “Yes babe?” “I think we should start seeing each other exclusively.” A few seconds later he kisses the top of her head and she can feel his smile. “Mmmmm, I like this decision of yours. A lot.”

A few weeks later after Spring Break, Maxwell, Olivia, and Drake are sitting in the Student Union waiting for Hana, Savannah, and Liam to show for their night out to celebrate the group’s reunion. While hanging out there Maxwell tilts his head to Olivia and wiggles his eyebrows, “I hear you and Liam are officially exclusive. Awesomeness!!! Now you guys can double with me and Savannah!” Olivia rolls eyes and flatly responds, “Oh, yay.” Maxwell smiles, “I know, right? It will be epic!” Drake sits back somewhat amused by the interaction. “Yeah, you four should start planning your first double date tonight.” Then he mumbles something about someone under his breath as quietly as he can, but Olivia notices. “Why Drake, are you jealous?” He is completely unfazed knowing she's just trying to push his buttons. Maxwell, on the other hand, grins from ear to ear. “Oh trust me Olivia, and let me assure you, he is most certainly not jealous. If Drake was actually under any kind of spell of your’s it's been bro-“ Drake snaps at him, “Beaumont! Why the hell are we celebrating tonight being back here for just more classes? Only you would think of something so ridiculous.” Maxwell looks over shaking his head, “This is about the six of us being back together after spring break, man. We gotta catch up.” Drake tilts his head backwards and shuts his eyes. “It was only a little over a week for gods sake.”

Olivia catches the extra sour tone in Drake’s voice. “I didn't know you could get any grumpier, Walker. What exactly is your extra problem? Are you going to continue to be such an ass all night? Staying away while radiating your extra bit of chilly venom.” Drake doesn't answer, but yet again Maxwell does. “He’s just pissed on an missed opportunity. Possibly a chance of a lifetime.” Maxwell is so focused on Olivia he doesn't register the rising anger on Drake’s face. “Ok, Olivia, so check this out. So you know how Drake stayed here over break and I got back a little earlier than the rest of you? We were in one of campus books stores, you know this campus has way too many all over the-,” “Focus Maxwell, and get this Walker story over with as fast as possible.” Olivia crosses her arms. ‘Ok, focusing and speed talking initiated. So me and Drake we’re chilling out in the book store when I see my old pal here intently staring off to something a few aisles over. I follow his line of sight and saw what he was checking out. His eyes were completely locked on this girl. I mean not blinking, breath hitching sort of thing. Anyway, while we all know that I have the lady love of my life, I’ll admit she was quite stunning. Long raven black hair, porcelain white skin, and these really deep piercing blue eyes. Drake's feet were glued to the floor when she moved to us and starts to look at the books next to him. I of course step out of the way, but not Drake here, he still can't move. So he’s standing like crazy still as she looks up to him to say excuse me or probably something like that, except she stops and stares at him. Complete radio silence. Eventually, I clear my throat and they snap out of their trance while I smoothly walk away, as you know how I do. So I buy my stuff and head outside to wait for Drake. While waiting I see the girl walkout with this huge smile and this dreamy look in those piercing blues. Suddenly, though, she stops in her tracks looking back to the store bewildered. I thought maybe she just forgot something, and I didn't even really think much about it as she leaves. She's gone when Drake walks out and I see he has nothing in his hands, totally forgotten to get what he needed to buy. Except Drake had a gigantic smile on his face. For real, Olivia, I had no idea a shit-eating grin was possible for our guy here. I figure he at least he found something in there, even if he forgot what he needed to buy.” Maxwell winks, “So I asked him to spill. And get this Olivia, come to find out he was so lost in her beauty he totally choked, like in the worst way. No name, no phone number, no dorm or sorority information. He was so lost in loveydovey-land all functioning abilities went out of his mind. He’s been extra grumpy, brooding, and not going anywhere or talking anyone since. He’s got it bad for her, but we have no idea who she is. But he did tell me that they’d talked the whole time after I left, feeling like there was mutual interest, and from what I saw when she walked out that store I’d completely agree. I’m a believer in love at first sight, enter my lady love into the story again, but if this girl had just stood there like a minute longer or if he had walked out a minute sooner, bam. He’d have a different story to tell right now.”

Drake was sitting with arms crossed, jaw clenched, and his lips pressed in a hard thin line. Finally he spoke, “You know I’ve actually been sitting here the whole time Maxwell. And furthermore, Beaumont, do you ever take a breath when talking, or even better yet, do you ever shut the fuck up?!” Olivia looks at Drake shaking her head. “Way to go dipshit. Try to find her again on a campus with around 20,000 undergrads, and that doesn't account for the number of graduate students either. Good luck with what sounds like the screwup of lifetime. She's the one that got away before you were close enough for her to get away.” Maxwell cuts in with, “Well, with what I saw, I’d venture to say he stared long enough he could definitely pick her out of a lineup, or better yet work with one of those sketch artist for a ‘Have you seen this girl?’ poster.” Olivia can't stop herself, doubled over in wild laughter, while Drake stands up with a force so intense the big bulky armchair he was sitting in moved a bit across the floor. Then shoving his hands in his pockets he picks a wall to sulk against.

Finally Liam, Savannah, and Hana show up; along with another girl. Hugs and kisses were given all around, except for Drake. They all felt an aura of something between rage, frustration, and “leave me the hell alone” radiating strongly off him. Hana introduced everyone to Allison, who she was set up with for a blind date over break. With everyone finally there Maxwell directs the group onward to his club of choice, and once there the couples hit the dance floor as Drake finds a table in a corner for the night. He never was one that went out of his way to dance, but he definitely would with any girl that caught is eye. Uncharacteristically, though, this night he wasn't looking for any random girls to dancing with, and he wasn't there too long before he let his friends know he was heading back to campus calling it a night. Which of course Olivia took advantage of and starting to call him “grandpa” at every chance she got everyday afte

A few months later, Spring Term is finished, bringing the group the end of their Freshman year. They all decide to stay on campus together for the Summer Semester to have a stellar time doing everything college kids can think up to do. And damn did they make the most of their freedom. Liam and Olivia had taken a short trip right after exams were over, but back in a few days. Maxwell and Savannah basically lived together most of the summer, while Liam and Olivia out right lived with each other. Hana and Allison were adorable together and Alli fit in with the group extremely well. Most surprising to everyone though was that Liam and Olivia actually enjoyed spending time with Maxwell and Savannah. Savannah was so much fun and just lovely, but if Maxwell were to survive the summer, Olivia could only take meeting up with them in small doses.

Drake, however, chose to take a course over the summer which everyone else thought was crazy, but it kept him busy. With his course work he wasn't around the group as much, but he did join them for their antics when he could. They all noticed, though, that he hadn't gotten out of that funk he’d been in since spring break; but honestly he had always been the curmudgeon of the group.

And like that, Sophomore Year found them.

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storiesbeyondthestars · 6 years

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An anonymous person requested board game night with Team Voltron + Matt, Krolia, Romelle, and Kosmo for @fluffbingo

In the future, let’s try to keep the character amount down please and thank you :D. This was kind of hard to write, and I think I kind of cheated a bit?

It’s technically post series all together, since they’re older? Also, this ended up being borderline crack, but I had fun with it!

Check it out on AO3.

Thank you to @corancoranthemagicalman, @foxwithabunnyhoard, @guardianofzing, and an anonymous person for giving me ideas for this!

Back when the Paladins lived in the Castle of Lions, they started a bit of a tradition. Once every movement, they would sit down with out another and play whatever games they found around the castle, or whatever games they could create from memory. They first convinced Allura and Shiro that it was a good bonding activity, pointing out that even Keith participated in them.

Fast forward beyond fighting Zarkon, Lotor, Haggar, and so much more, they still made a point of having game nights with one another. They were set for every two weeks now (more if possible but definitely two no matter what), whether they were in space in their lions, or on Earth in their homes. When they were on Earth, they each took turns hosting their game night.

Somehow though, it seemed like Lance and Keith ended up hosting their game night more than any of the others.

“Well yeah,” Pidge said one time. “Each person hosts it. You two live together, so that means Lance gets to host, then Keith. It just happens to be the same place.”

Keith firmly called bullshit on that, because he never planned it. Training, he planned. Missions, he planned. Game night? He most definitely pawned that off on Lance. But wasn’t that what husbands were for? (Yes, yes they were.)

As it was, they didn’t even have to plan that much. Coran, apparently, came across a great board game in their travels that he wanted to share with them. He had only informed Lance and Keith of this, and both of them were rightfully a bit wary.

“Don’t worry,” Keith assured him. “I’ve got the fire extinguisher, a first aid kit, a water pump, and a defibrillator.”

Lance stared at him seriously as he finished dumping the last bag of chips into one of their many mismatched bowls. “But is it enough?”

Keith wasn’t sure, but he felt woefully unprepared.

…

Coran was positively shaking with excitement as he held a rather ominous black box.

The little apartment was pretty crowded. Of course, Keith and Lance were both there along with Kosmo, it was their apartment. Along with them and Coran, was Allura, Romelle, Krolia, Shiro, Hunk, Pidge, and Matt. Ten was the exact number that they needed for this.

“I thought it was Keith’s turn to plan and pick game night,” Matt whispered to Pidge, eyeing the box with interest.

“It was,” she answered warily. Matt didn’t understand why he should be so fearful, not even after all this time. They all loved Coran to pieces, but his ideas were nothing short of insane and wild.

The man in question cleared his throat and said, “Now, I know that we normally play board games on game night, but I very recently found this game in an Unilu swap-shop and had to get it.” Coran opened the box and pulled out a very colorful game board that came with absolutely no pieces to play with.

There was, however, a name on the middle of it that shifted and changed until they all understood it.

Garfle Warfle Snick – Boring Edition (No snick included).

Shiro, Matt, Krolia, Romelle, and Coran didn’t seem to have a problem with that, but Allura, Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge were terrified. Kosmo tilted his head and observed curiously.

“No!” Lance cried out as Coran touched the board, but it was too late. Suddenly, the entire room seemed to change around them, and they were in a frighteningly familiar game studio. He looked around wildly, seeing Keith on one end, followed by Pidge, then him, then Hunk, and finally Allura. The exact same as the first time they encountered this. Unlike then though, the second team, consisting of Shiro, Matt, Romelle, Krolia, and Coran were across from them.

“Welcome to Garfle Warfle Snick!” a familiar voice cried out. Bob appeared on his little hover chair, holding his arms out to an audience that actually wasn’t an audience, but a rather just a bunch of random shapes and colours. It was honestly kind of unnerving.

“Coran!” Allura yelled at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a game based on the legend of Bob. It’s a simulation, though the only way out is for someone to win the game. I had to upload information into the game to allow it to come up with questions and answers involving our lives or things we’d know,” Coran explained. “It’s a lot more like your Family Feud. I do enjoy that show.” Coran enjoyed most Earth shows, from soap operas, to game shows, to sitcoms.

“No snick?” Lance clarified.

“That is correct!” Bob said, waving an arm in the air. “This is the boring edition of the game with a simple question format and no snick. The game as three rounds, and the team that wins gets to go to the fast snick round – without the snick! Lets get the Team Captains up here first!”

Shiro and Keith both cried out in alarm as they were dragged out to where there were two podiums. Keith eyed it suspiciously. “I swear to god if he shoves another pacifier in my mouth, I’m shoving whatever I can get right up his—“

“And the way this works is that we generated a survey and answers. We put the top five answers on the board. To win, you have to get all five, but if you get three strikes, the second team gets a chance to steal all of the points you’ve earned. At the beginning of each round, we have a person from each team up here. I’ll read the question, and the first person to hit the buzzer gets to answer first. If you don’t do it quick enough, I would normally feed you to the snick, but I can’t do that here. So the other person gets to answer. If the second person gets a higher ranking answer, they get to choose to play or pass. Got it?”

“So we’re playing Family Feud, got it,” Shiro said with a nod of his head, looking at Keith with a competitive stare. Instantly, Keith felt something flair up in him and he stared back.

“Let’s go.”

Bob nodded excitedly. “Top five answers on the board! We interviewed 100 people from another dimension who are obsessed with you, and asked ‘what is their favourite Voltron romantic ship’.”

Everyone glanced at Coran oddly.

“To be fair, fair I used the Atlas to program it so there are many things that could have happened,” he explained with a shrug.

Meanwhile, Keith slammed in hand on the buzzer first, but then instantly started to panic as nothing came to mind. “Uh…I…” A few seconds later, a loud buzzer ran through the air.

“Too slow. Shiro?”

He glanced at Keith quickly before saying, “Uh…Keith and Lance?” There was a dinging sound as the number one spot flipped over. “What? Really?”

“Yes, really, your own little brother,” Bob said dramatically. “Now, play or pass?”

“Play,” Shiro said, before yelping as he and Keith were both yanked back to their teams.

“Really?” Lance asked, leaning around Pidge to glare at him. “Babe, come on! We’re married! You didn’t think we were number one?”

“I panicked!” Keith looked at the board. “Also, Laith? Why does your name get to be first?”

Ignoring this, Bob went to the other team. “Alright, Matthew! Give us an answer?”

Matt blinked before his eyes darted to Hunk. “Oh! Hunk and Shay!” He cheered when the number three spot spun around, revealing Hunay. “That’s an adorable ship name!”

“Uh…” Romelle looked around unsurely. “Allura and…Lotor?” She cringed as the buzzer rang through the air, a big X appearing on the screen. “I am both disappointed and relieved.” Allura’s face said that she felt the same way.

Krolia observed the Paladins before nodding slightly. “Hunk and Pidge.” A small smirk appeared on her face as the number five spot revealed Punk. “They do make a great team.”

“You know, we do,” Hunk said with a shrug.

“Team Punk for the win!” Pidge reached up and high-fived him. “But also, shipping? Romantic ships?”

“Yeah, no. Sorry Pidge.”

“We’re cool.”

“Hmm…” Coran regarded the board. “I’ll say…Allura and Lance!” The number four spot revealed Allurance, leaving on the number two spot empty.

“Now, no hard feelings guys,” Lance said dramatically. “Don’t get jealous or fight.”

Keith leaned forward so he could see Allura with a raised eyebrow. “You can have him if you want him.”

“I’m okay,” she replied with a shake of her head. Lance groaned and slumped on his podium.

“This is so strange,” Shiro noted as Bob came back to him. “I have no idea. It’s not something I think about. Uh…Keith and Hunk?” Another negative buzzer went through the air.

“To be fair,” Keith spoke up again, “Hunk is super shot.”

“Aww, thank you, Keith! I’d hug you if I could reach you!” Hunk said with a big smile.

“You know what?” Lance said as he stood up straight again. “I can’t even be mad, it’s true.” Hunk was close enough to squeeze him in a hug.

“You need one more answer and you only have one chance to get it right, Matt. Give us a ship!” Bob said, leaning on Matt’s podium.

“Uh…Allura and…” Matt looked around unsurely. “Keith?” Another buzzer and he groaned. “Sorry guys.”

“Alright!” Bob flew over to the other team. “You get one chance to steal. Pidge, what is their #2 favourite Voltron ship?”

“Well,” she said seriously, “judging from how people ship characters in our world, and applying that logic to an alternate universe where we’re characters that can be shipped…” She looked at Keith. “I’m so sorry. Shiro and Keith.”

The number two spot flipped around, and everyone on their team but Keith cheered. Keith looked downright horrified. “Shiro is my brother. Literally was my guardian. My teacher. I was a child when I met him and he was an adult.”

Shiro, for his part, looked just as horrified. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

Bob looked at him sinisterly. “You don’t escape the game board until someone wins.”

“Okay,” Shiro squeaked out.

Bob smiled warmly. “Great! Pidge, Matt, come on up!” The two both yelped as they were pulled to the front ones. “Now, we asked 100 Arusians, who gives the best hugs?”

Pidge slammed her hand down hard and yelled, “Hunk!” The number two spot spun around.

Matt looked confused before saying, “Uh…Shiro?” The number four spot spun around.

“We’re gonna play!” Pidge yelled before Bob could even ask, and they were both whisked back to their spots.

Bob moved over to Hunk to look at him. “Hunk, you huggable boy…who gives the best hugs?”

“Uh, Lance?” he asked, wincing at the negative buzzer. That was also to point out that Bob skipped Lance for some reason, but apparently that didn’t matter.

“Coran?” Allura guessed when it was her turn, also grimacing at the buzzer.

Keith glared at Bob fiercely, as if daring him to say he was wrong, “My mom.” There was another loud buzz, and he yelled, “That fucking thing lies! My mom and Lance give the best hugs ever!” He genuinely looked like he was going to climb over the podium to fight the simulated alien.

Bob zoomed over to Krolia. “Well, it seems your son thinks you’re the best hugger, but what do you think, Krolia?”

She hummed thoughtfully and then, “Kolivan.” The number one spot swung around.

Keith’s mouth fell open. “Mom…what the fuck?” She just shrugged.

“This is a difficult question, but I do have an answer. A controversial one though,” Coran admitted, stroking his moustache. “Zarkon!” The number three spot spun around and everyone stared at him. “He was great at hugs eons ago.”

“What kind of hell programming was made to create this?” Pidge asked as Bob went back to Shiro for the last answer.

Shiro, clearly panicking, blurted out, “The Black Lion!” Much to everyone’s shock, the fifth spot spun around, meaning they won the round. “What?”

“Yeah,” Hunk said, “if anyone thinks Black’s a good hugger, their programming is faulty.”

“Oh, come on! Everyone knows that Red’s the overprotective one!” Lance yelled out while waving his hand around.

Bob moved to the center of the stage again, “And now we have our final round. Whoever gets this, will go onto our fast points round! Give me Lance, give me Romelle!” The two both yelped as they were yanked to the front. “Top five answers are on the board. We asked 100 aliens, what is the one planet you’d love to visit.”

Lance moved fast. “Earth!” He cheered when it came up as the right answer. “Alright, we’re playing!” He glanced at Hunk as he was whisked back. “Come on Hunk!”

Hunk shifted nervously. “Uh, the Balmera?” The buzzer went off. “What’s wrong with the Balmera? They have amazing people and amazing crystals!”

“It’s okay,” Allura patted his arm. “Uh…normally I would say Altea but I assume these have to be current…maybe Arus?” She grinned boardly as the number four spot spun around.

Keith looked unsure, and shrugged. “Oriande?” The buzzer went off again. “I still wish I had seen some of it.”

“Yeah,” Pidge toned in sarcastically, “because suffocating was so fun.”

“We survived in the endless void of space with those for days. Did no one put on their helmet?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

Everyone around him froze for a moment. “Shut up, Keith,” Pidge pouted and looked at Bob. “Olkarion.” The number two spot spun around. “Yes!” She cheered and high-fived Lance when it popped up in the number two spot.”

Lance calmed himself down and then looked completely unsure of what he wanted to say. “Uh…Senfama?” The buzzer went off and everyone stared at him oddly. “What? It seemed okay for a place with a giant canon, and I also couldn’t remember the world with the mermaids.”

“Too bad!” Bob went over to Matt. “Now, you have the chance to steal, but if you get it wrong, they get their points and win the game!”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “Reiphod.” He groaned when the buzzer went off, and the other team cheered loudly. “What the hell? What were the other two?”

Bob waved his hand at the board, “The number five answer is Thayserix! The number three answer is Naxzella!”

“Who would want to go to either of those places?” Coran wondered. Maybe the programming was off. It didn’t matter though, because the next thing their team knew, they were in the front row seats of the audience.

“And now for our fast points round!” Bob cheered. “I will select two from the team to answer six questions quickly in 20 seconds. They cannot see each other’s answers.” Keith, Lance, and Allura looked towards Pidge and Hunk. “No, I don’t think so. Give me antisocial Keith, and dumbdumb Lance.” Lance appeared beside Bob, and Keith vanished altogether.

“Why is it always us?” Lance asked.

“We’re in your house, of course,” Bob answered. “now, if you don’t get enough points, no one can leave the game!”

“What?” It was a sentiment shared by everyone.

“Ready to go?” Bob asked, not letting Lance answer before yelling, “Put 20 seconds on the board! Lance, we interviewed 100 aliens, try to five us the top answers…A name that Captain Shirogane goes by.”

“Shiro,” he blurted out.

“Pidge’s favourite thing.”

“Peanut butter!”

“Name an Altean.”

“Allura!”

“A Voltron Lion.”

“Red?”

“A Galra?”

“Zarkon?”

“Things Lance Denies?”

He hesitated but then said, “Height!”

“Alright, let’s get Keith out here!” He waved his hand, causing Lance to appear back beside Pidge.

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to tell us if his answers are right?” Hunk called out, but Bob ignored him.

Keith appeared beside the alien. “Alright, Keith. Lance gave us some good answers. I’m going to ask you the same questions, but you cannot repeat the answer. If you do, I would normally feed you to the snick, but I can’t. Instead you’ll get a violent shock through your body.”

“What?” Keith asked him.

“Put 25 seconds on the board! Keith, we interviewed 100 aliens, try to five us the top answers…A name that Captain Shirogane goes by.”

“Shiro,” he immediately said, and yelped loudly at the shock that went through him. “Son of a bitch!”

“Pidge’s favourite thing.”

“Wait, that wasn’t my…uh…Green Lion!”

“Name an Altean.”

“Allura!” Another shock. “Fuck! Coran!”

“A Voltron Lion.”

“Black!”

“A Galra?”

“Krolia.”

“Things Lance Denies?”

Keith’s eyes swung around towards his husband, narrowing a bit. “Having a bonding moment.”

Somehow, that seemed to be enough to make the game around them disappear, and the ten of them found themselves back in Keith and Lance’s living room, the game board sitting innocently on the table.

Everyone stared at it, before Coran clapped his hands together, “Well, that was fun!”

“I mean, the idea’s fun, going into a real game like that, but uh…never again?” Shiro said. Everyone else agreed on that.

“Nonsense, we—no! Bad cosmic wolf!” Coran cried out as Kosmo appeared, grabbing the game into his sharp teeth, teleporting to the other side of the room, where he proceeded to chew it to pieces. “Drat.”

“So,” Pidge spoke up. “New rule for game night. Coran doesn’t pick anymore.”

It was something they could all agree on.

…

BONUS:

“Are you still on about that? We’re married!”

“Can’t remember, didn’t happen.”

“Keith!”

#fluffbingo #klance #laith #keith #lance #pidge #allura #hunk #shiro #matt #krolia #romelle #coran #bob #kosmo #my fanfiction #prompt: board game night

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Sophrosyne |2|

Pairing: Reader / Taehyung ft. other members

Genre: Greek Mythology!au, high school!au, Fluff / Slight Angst

Length: 2.5k words

Warnings: Language

Summary: You had a pretty normal life. Well, normal for someone who’s half human-half god. Yeah, like the one’s you’ve heard of from the books. All you’ve wanted was to be considered as normal. The world outside your mythical school might’ve seen you as normal since it had no idea who or what you were, but you still felt that sense of alienation from society. And the help you were given? A group of mischievous boys that caused you mayhem and chaos until you learned to accept yourself.

[Character List] | 1 | | 2 |

“We’re playing volleyball…again.”

“Hey, at least the teams are fair. Wouldn’t want Y/N and Jungkook on the same team, now would we?” You heard Lisa, a girl in your Conjurations and Catholicons class, tease.

You and Jungkook were two of the most athletic students at your school, but you certainly weren’t the only ones. There were plenty of students known for their athletically talented parents. But you two, no, you two were different. You two were both very competitive with each other, yes. But together? Man, you two were hard to beat. You were the fantastic duo; no one could beat the two of you as long as you were on the same side.

“Y/N can hear you, Lisa,” You sang, poking your head from around your locker for Lisa and Jennie to see you.

Giggling, Lisa and Jennie waved to you. “Gonna beat your brother and his team’s ass today?” Jennie asked with a raised brow.

She was the daughter of Eunomia. Jennie always had that ‘good conduct’ aura that surrounded her. After all, she was the student body president. Everyone was intimidated by her at first, with her mother being the goddess of law and legislation. After a few weeks of having her, however, the student body learned how deep down, she was a big softie and had a big heart.

“Oh, definitely. I just have to distract Taehyung enough to get him to start talking to Jungkook and we’ll be solid,” You smirked.

“Aw, Taehyung. Have I ever mentioned how cute you two are?” Lisa placed a hand on her heart and sighed.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shook your head, “No…Why do you say that?”

Jennie nudged Lisa and whispered harshly, “Get over it, girl. They’re not dating. You can’t play Cupid all the time.”

Lisa was the daughter of Eros. She was the love advice giver of the school; Everyone came to her with their love problems and she was happy to answer. Along with giving advice, she was the chief matchmaker. She looked at two people and knew if they were compatible or not. Some times, she didn’t even need to know the people to determine whether or not they worked.

Although she was the master of love at your school, she was blind to all the hearts she caught. She was so damn oblivious and sometimes others had to scream it out for her in order for her to understand.

“Woah, woah! Dating?” You asked, bewildered. She had thought you two were dating? How would she get that idea?

Whining Lisa, frowned, “You two would be so cute together! Wasn’t he, like, your first kiss?”

Putting your hand up, you shut your eyes to stop from cringing at the memory. “Please don’t mention that. We were seven, okay?”

“Still cute,” Jennie shrugged.

“Okay, okay. Let’s not have this conversation. We have a game to play, right ladies?” You linked arms with them and you walked in the direction of the gym.

Entering, you smiled at the sight of the long net hung on both sides of the floor. When they caught sight of you, Taehyung and Jungkook cut their conversation and shot you smirks–Well Jungkook did; Taehyung threw a playful smile.

“Y/N, you’re ready to lose?” Jungkook challenged.

“I should be asking you that.”

Jungkook scoffed, “We’ll see. You’ll be crying like a baby. Right, Tae?…Tae?”

Taehyung’s eyes were scanning around the gym. “Hm?” He broke out of his gaze. “Oh, yeah. Sure.”

“What’s got you so distracted?”

“I’m looking for the guy Y/N likes!”

“Tae!” You whined, lightly shoving him.

“What? As a concerned best friend, don’t I deserve to know who managed to steal my little Y/N’s heart?”

“Nobody has!” You denied, throwing your hands up.

You heard a whistle blown and you all took your spots on the floor.

“Good luck, Y/N,” Taehyung smirked–gods, you hated that smirk–from the other side of the net. The net was the only thing between you two and you stared back at him with a confident smile. “Hm, no. I should be wishing you luck,” You smiled sweetly. “So, good luck, boo.”

“That was not a fair game. We were short a player,” Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms.

“Aw, who’s the baby now?” You taunted, poking one of Taehyung’s cheeks. Pouting, he waved you off with his hand.

“Shut up,” He mumbled.

“See what happens when you’re cocky?” You teased, looking toward Jungkook.

The game was a tie and admittedly, you were disappointed. What made you feel better was the look of pure frustration on your brother’s face. Being competitive with each other meant everything was a competition between the two of you. Absolutely everything. Therefore, winning was very important to each of you.

“You were cocky, too! Plus, he was talking to me the whole game!”

“Hey! Don’t blame me! Y/N asked a very thoughtful question: Why is the word for ‘fear of long words’, Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, so long?”

“Dude, it took you about thirteen tries to say the word correctly. And why do you think I know? I may be smart but I don’t know the reasons why things were made the way they are.”

You stifled a laugh at your brother and best friend before straying from them and going back to the girls’ locker room.

“Even though we didn’t win, Y/N I have to admit: It was funny seeing Tahyung’s reaction and bugging your brother with questions,” Jennie smiled.

“Even I was laughing!” Jisoo, who was on the other team, giggled.

You changed back into your regular clothes and waited for the bell to ring. You sighed in relief at the thought of not having a class next period. While others would be sweating in their math or science class and being forced to think, you’d be able to cool down in the library without the obligation to do work. The bell rang, loudly, and we adjusted the backpack hanging off your shoulder and started on your way to the library where Jimin and Namjoon would usually be waiting for you.

Entering the library, you plopped the stack of books you were carrying on the table Namjoon and Jimin were sitting at. The library was very old looking, you’ll admit. Along the walls were beautiful murals of all of your histories tied into one. On one side, you could see the heroes and gods of the sea which interconnected to the gods and goddesses of the sky towards the top of the walls. Your mom was painted near the war stories in the back of the library.

You loved the way your mom appeared in the painting. Fighting alongside other gods, she rode her pegasus, Angelo, wearing her battle gear. You’re mom was always determined and knew what she believed in.

But you?

You weren’t even sure about yourself. What were your beliefs? Everyone else seemed to know what they wanted to do after high school. Hoseok, for example, he was going to venture out into the world and discover so many things man doesn’t know about yet. Where were you going to go?

Upon your arrival, Namjoon and Jimin stopped talking. When you first entered, they seemed to be immersed in a deep conversation. Mentally shrugging, you offered a warm smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” Namjoon greeted. You waved, still out of breath from your previous class.

“Did you win?” Jimin asked, curiously. Jimin knew your schedule like the back of his hand. This was the first year you weren’t in ever single one of each other’s classes. In fact, being in each other’s classes were how the two of you met.

“It was a tie,” You grumbled, looking down at your stack of books.

“Eh, you’ll beat your brother next week,” Jimin stated confidently.

“Let’s hope so. We’re still tied on games won against each other.” You and Jungkook had a mental tally chart in your heads against each other with games you’ve played, board or sports. You were tied at 4,877 games. It went back and forth. You’d win a game, then he would. Your friends gave up on your competition, believing that it would go on for eternity, but neither of you gave up on it. “So what about you? Anything going on?”

“Jimin was asked–again–to the Gala,” Namjoon eyes gazed at a flustered Jimin. This sparked at your interest.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, grinning. Jimin was always a shy one to be around, so learning he could have a potential date to the gala was a big deal to you.

“He said no,” Namjoon spoke in a monotone. Mirroring the look of lethargy Namjoon gave you, you turned to Jimin. “You said no.”

“Mhm,” Jimin looked anywhere but at the two of you, his eyes scanning the bookcase behind you.

“Jimin,” you whined, patting his arm, frustratingly. “Why do you keep shooting down these girls?”

“Because they’re not my type,” He shrugged, the side of his lip curving up slightly.

“With that attitude, you’ll be forever alone,” You stated, bluntly.

“Hm, I think I can live with that. Besides, dating’s overrate–”

“Hey, guys,” A glum Yoongi trudged into the library and sat next to you. He dropped his books with a loud thump against the desk, causing one of the Graeae to shush him. Shuddering at the sight of her, you looked away. At least she was the one who has the eye in her head, you thought.

“Sorry,” her murmured, slumping in his seat.

“What’s wrong today, Yoongs?” You tilted your head toward him and pouted.

“Everything.”

Rolling your eyes at your dramatic friend, you lightly shoved him. “Care to elaborate?” You asked.

“Not really,” He remained slouched in his seat, a permanent pout on his face.

“Hey! To cheer you up, maybe we should come over later! Let’s have dinner!” You suggested, pinching on of his cheeks. Yoongi would never admit it aloud, but he loved company. As long as he was near one of his friends, he was not as gloomy as he’d usually be.

“My house is a mess.”

Your school was connected to a few buildings of dorms. It was practical; Where were descendants supposed to stay when they couldn’t stay at Mount Olympus or with their human parent?

You and Jungkook couldn’t stay at your dad’s since you didn’t even know the guy. And Mom was always busy up there and was afraid of not being able to nurture and care for you. That was the real reason she sent you to your particular school. Instead of going to a typical high school with other humans, your mother would rather put you in the hands of those she trusted at Amaranthine Academy.

There were some students, however, who did stay with their parents. Yoongi, for instance, stayed with his dad in the Underworld. His dad, Hades, supplied enough money for an elevator, or hellevator as you and the boys liked to call it, from your school to the Underworld. Yoongi did love his own home more than the dorms so he was grateful for the idea.

“Don’t you have a million servants?” Namjoon asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Dead servants, sure.” He shrugged.

“Oh come on, Yoongi! We’ll all come. We’ll have a fun time and get you out of your mood,” Jimin piped with a comforting smile. Yoongi looked up at the two boys across from him in deep thought.

Yoongi usually had these moments of gloom. Especially around the beginning of winter, Yoongi had his head down and wasn’t very outspoken like he usually is, which still isn’t a lot. Some blame his mood because of the weather change from warm to cold. That was a reasonable belief; Yoongi’s fire-y nature did reflect well on warmer weathers. He lived in the Underworld, after all.

However, you and your friends weren’t just some people with an idea like that. You knew exactly was wrong with Yoongi and during this time, you all treated him like a delicate statue, much like the ones which stood in front of your school.

Nodding with a sigh, he begrudgingly accepted the offer.

“Fine. But my dad better not be home,” He grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Oh, come on. Your dad’s awesome!” Jimin rolled his eyes with a smile. Scrunching his nose up in distaste, Yoongi shook his head.

Smiling at the interaction, you opened the book in front of you. “Believe me, Yoongs. You’ll have a great time. We know how much you secretly love our company.”

“You’re going,” You scolded your brother as he stomped his foot.

“But I was planning on asking–”

“No, you weren’t. You were planning on spying on her and her friends’ archery practice,” You raised an unamused eyebrow. Sighing in defeat, Jungkook nodded.

“You know, if I end up alone, I’m blaming you. In fact, I’m blaming the both of you,” Jungkook pointed to Taehyung who was crouched beside you picking dandelions from the ground.

“Me?” Taehyung looked up with innocent eyes.

“You manage to embarrass me in front of everyone I’m interested in.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you do that on your own,” Taehyung shook his head. He brushed his pants off and stood up beside you. “You’ve got plenty of girls that like you. You’re just too oblivious to see it.”

Without waiting for a reaction, Taehyung linked arms with you and started on your way to the elevator. You heard Jungkook groan in frustration and you slyly smiled at the sound of feet crunching against the grass behind you.

“We have to be there for our friend,” You sang.

“Right! It’s not like I was just going for the pets or anything,” Taehyung chuckled nervously. You turned to give him a flat look which he responded with a wink and cheeky smile.

Stopping in front of the elevator, you smiled. The elevator was a bit rusty and beat up but that only added to its classic charm. “The boys are probably there already,” Jungkook declared, leaning against the door.

“Well then, what are we waiting for?” The three of you entered into the small space and pressed the button with a skull and cross bones on it. Along the walls of the elevator were carvings and messages. It was mostly the typical ‘STUDENT wuz here’ and other messages. Even on the ceiling of the elevator was some sort of star symbol. It wouldn’t be a surprise if someone felt like conjuring up a demon or someone from down below for shits and giggles.

Rolling your eyes at the high school behavior, you waited for the elevator to fall. Yeah, the elevator doesn’t go at a leisurely pace. No, it literally falls at a hundred miles per hour. The bell above the door of the elevator dinged and you clutched you best friend’s and brother’s hand, shrieking the entire way down.

THIS HAS BEEN LONG OVERDUE BUT HERE IT IS!!! PART TWOOOOOO!;))))) How was it? I hope it isn’t going in a bad direction aahahah;;;

Chapter 3?

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looselucy · 6 years

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February

Somehow, I had grown accustom to seeing Harry’s face when I awoke over those past few days. It was familiar, even comforting, in a strange way. Since Monday, every day that I had woken, Harry had been there too. Waking up without him there, was rubbish. And fuck, I felt awful.

Memories of the evening before slipped easily back into my mind, and I cringed right away. One, because of the whole drug thing, which was so out of character for me I could barely believe it. I didn’t regret it or anything, it was just weird. I then thought about the near kiss between myself and Harry. I wasn’t even sure it could count as a near kiss. What it was, I decided, was Harry being the lad he was. He hadn’t wanted to kiss me, he just wanted to know that I would kiss him. He just wanted to fuel his ego. Of course he did. It was fucking Harry for god sake. I might have had a slight change of heart towards him over the week we had spent in his hometown, but he remained the same boy I knew at university. The worst part, for me, was that it had worked. I was so in that moment. If Harry had opted to close that gap between us, then I would have kissed him, and I would have kissed him hard. God knows why, but I would have. No doubt in my mind. But during the aftermath, I felt completely ridiculous. Especially waking up and seeing he wasn’t even there with me. “Just don’t mention it.” I whispered to myself. “Just pretend none of it ever happened. Don’t even give him the satisfaction.” I got out of bed with an ache in my back and my head, cursing to myself, still my outfit from the night before, which I figured needed to change pretty quickly. I went over to my suitcase on the floor near the window and routed for the most comfortable looking thing I could find, settling on some fluffy pants and a long-sleeved crop-top. I got changed in a hurry, and then opened Harry’s bedroom door, cautiously sticking my head out of the gap, hearing a sizzling sound coming from downstairs. It was time to face the music. I tried to act as confidently as I physically could as I walked down to him and into the kitchen, acting completely nonchalant, but internally, I was freaking out. I had never been good at acting normal in such situations, not that anything like that had ever presented itself before. Even so, I knew I would be no good at dealing with it. Harry was stood facing the oven, as sausages sizzled on the hob. A jumper he had worn whenever we were in his home relaxing over the week had been carelessly abandoned next to the sink, leaving his torso completely on show, butterfly tattoo and all. It was like he did it on purpose. He probably did. “Mornin’.” I was proud of myself for speaking first. Very proud. He whipped his head around, smiling like an idiot. “Hey!” He chirped. “I was gunna bring you breakfast in bed.” “I’m terrible at eating on a hangover.” I complained, sitting down. “This isn’t a hangover though, this is a comedown. And trust me, you’re gunna appreciate this sausage butty more than you’ve ever appreciated any meal in your life.” It would seem, Harry was choosing to ignore the evening before, too. I guess I was happy with that. Not acknowledging whatever the hell had happened between us that night was much easier than admitting it. Harry probably had a great sense of achievement thanks to the fact I had caved to him so easily, that’s probably why he was in such a good mood. But as long as he didn’t mention it, that was okay. I guess. Maybe not. I didn’t know. My head was a mess, but I was more than willing to pretend it wasn’t. “You sure? I’ve gone the whole week without throwing up and I don’t want to do it now. We’re heading back tomorrow and I’m really proud that I’ve managed.” “You won’t vomit, I promise.” He chuckled. “And if you do I’m going to take is as a personal offense.” “Okay.” Harry moved to the tall cupboard next to him and grabbed out a loaf of bed and threw it to me, before going into the fridge and getting butter and ketchup out, throwing them too. Thankfully, I caught everything. “Will you butter some bread?” “I should have stayed in bed.” I sighed, grabbing the loaf. “You should.” He laughed, going back to the sausages. “Can you grab the mayonnaise?” I asked. “Mayo on a sausage butty? You’re sick in the head, woman!” “Don’t knock it til you try it.” I told him. Our teamwork was perfect. As soon as Harry was done with the hob, the bread had been buttered and I had gotten out two plates, and grabbed the mayo myself since Harry was so disgusted with the mere idea of it. Although there were four seat option, Harry plonked himself on the chair right next to me as we tucked in, his tense arm brushing against mine, my eyes wandering down to his body for a brief second before I went back to my food, trying to ignore his tan and his frame and that bloody tattoo, which I had once thought was a mess, and I now thought was ridiculously nice. “How you feeling?” He asked. “I just feel exhausted.” I said after swallowing a bite. “I think I was so awake and eager last night after taking the... stuff... it’s taken all of today’s energy out of me.” “So innocent, Pip-Squeak.” He mocked. “Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes. I felt this sudden urge to say something about what happened. Don’t ask me why. There isn’t a logical explanation as to why on earth I would ever want to bring up Harry rejecting me in the way he had. It was one of the rashest and most misguided ideas that had ever entered my stupid little mind, so I just kept my idiotic mouth shut on the matter. I mentioned something else, quickly. “What’s your tattoo about?” Still chewing, he looked down to the bug on his stomach like he had to look at it to remember what it was, what it meant to him, why he had gotten the creature scarred to his skin for the rest of his life. He took a deep breath in, but then just shrugged. “It’s just a butterfly.” I felt like he was lying, which I found a little bizarre since we had been so open with each other all week, but maybe the butterfly meant more to him than just a story, more to him than something he could just utter out in one sentence. Maybe it was too much, maybe the feeling was too much, the sentiment was too much. Then again, maybe it was just a butterfly. “Do you want more?” I asked him, still eating as he finished up. “Maybe. I’m not sure yet. Worries me a little, with jobs and everything.” “But you want to be a photographer?” “Yeah well, I’m a realist. It’s what I want to do, but that might not be how things pan out. It’s risky, innit?” “Well, let that be your drive. Cover yourself in as many tattoos as you fucking want so your only option is to do exactly what you want. Be you. Do your thing.” “Easy to say that.” He huffed. “Not as simple when it comes down to it. What do you wanna be, anyway?” “When I grow up?” I gulped, nervous about even the idea of it. “When you’re older. You’re already grown up.” He smiled, looking down to me. “In a couple of years, you’re going to laugh at yourself, for thinking eighteen is grown up.” “Are you trying to avoid the question?” He smirked. “When’s your birthday?” “You’re trying to avoid the question.” “So are you.” By that point we were staring into one another’s eyes so intensely, like this little fuelled conversation was a competition and I wanted to win. I also really didn’t want to talk about my future plans, since the whole thing was a blur. “My birthdays on March the third.” He bit quickly. “Are you kidding?” I gawped. “No. What about that was funny?” “That’s my birthday!” I yelped. “Are you serious?” His eyes went wide. “I’m deadly serious!” “What the fuck!” We were both so impressed by the benign fact for some reason, but it just felt so strange, because during the past week, we had realised how weirdly similar we were, and that was just another thing on the list of oddities. Suddenly I grinned wide. “We’re gunna have the best party ever.” I said proudly. “Damn right.” Harry grinned and looked me up and down, before getting to his feet again, clearing up our plates and taking them over to the dishwasher, seeing it was full to the brim. Harry was very displeased that he would have to wash them by hand. “So, what do you want to do when you’re older?” He refused to drop it. “Honestly?” “No, lie to me. Of course honestly, you idiot.” “I don’t know what I want to do.” “What about photography?” He said, running some water. “I’ve spent almost a year trying to just forget about photography altogether.” “Why?” “I just don’t want to let my family down. My mum and dad would be so disappointed if I did anything like that.” “I don’t think they would.” He sighed. I hated discussing it. I knew I needed to grow up and just get over it, but the whole topic just made me so uncomfortable. It wasn’t even worth discussing. It was done. “You’ve never even met my parents, Harry.” “No, I know, but… I just think they didn’t want you to study it an uni because they worry about you. It’s hardly a fall-back subject, is it? They probably wanted you to do something a little more… sturdy, if that makes sense. I don’t think it means they don’t want you to take photos full stop.” Harry didn’t know my parents. Harry hadn’t heard the discouraging words. Harry hadn’t seen the disappointment in their eyes or heard the doubt in their voices. Bless him, for trying, but there was no point. He turned around, waiting for an answer, but I couldn’t give him one. I just shrugged. One of the things I liked about Harry, was that he knew not to push it. He might have tried to get me to talk about something I was clearly not all that happy talking about, but he wasn’t about to force the conversation down my throat until I was choking on it. He knew I was done. So he didn’t say anything else about it. Instead, he let out a little chuckle, and said, “I can’t believe we have the same birthday.” + + + It’s impossible to feel wide awake on a Sunday. You could have had the best night’s sleep ever, it doesn’t matter. On a Sunday, you’re bound to be completely worn out. It doesn’t matter the circumstances. Sunday’s are made for being exhausted. It was barely 6pm, and Harry was nodding off, stretched out on the opposite sofa to me in his living room. He had the jumper he had abandoned earlier now loose on his body, denim shorts on, and thick, fluffy socks. He was stretched across the whole thing, and I couldn’t help but watch as his eyes kept dropping shut, trying his best to watch the tele but absolutely failing. A couple of minutes later, he was done, his eyes not opening anymore. I smiled, because he seemed so peaceful. I wondered, for a moment, if we would go back to uni and not be so close anymore, if he would annoy me again. I couldn’t imagine it, it was just seeing him at home felt so different. All week, it hadn’t mattered that I was there. He had been completely at home, completely relaxed, a sense of tranquillity and serenity. It wasn’t like he had a guest there. I was glad of that. It’s not like he changed, it wasn’t like he wasn’t himself at university or anything like that, he just wasn’t quite the same. He wasn’t quite so at home. I liked Harry at home. I hoped I would like Harry back at uni, too. I was sure I would. I heard the front door open around half an hour later, and Kev cautiously poked his head through the door, like he already knew Harry was asleep. Maybe he had spotted him through the window, or maybe it was just fatherly instinct. “Hi.” He whispered. “We’re going to put the kettle on and order a Chinese. You want some?” “I’d love some.” I whispered back, rising to my feet. I quietly exited the room, shutting the door behind myself and following Kev into the kitchen, where Ben was routing through a kitchen drawer completely dedicated to takeaway menus. We had one similar in my family home. Kev went over to the kettle as Ben ushered me round to him, setting out the menus for the local Chinese takeaways. “Which do you think looks best?” He asked. “I honestly don’t mind.” I said, looking over his shoulder. We were still whispering, for some bizarre reason. We had shut the door in the living room and the door leading to the kitchen, but we were still being as quiet as we physically could, just to be careful. “We’re just going to get a mixture of things and share, is that okay with you?” “Best way to do it.” I replied. Ben grabbed the most tattered looking menu and swayed off into the extension room at the back of the house, his phone already in his hand. I figured it was the most trustworthy takeaway we had as an option, due to the state of the menu he had taken with him, and I was looking forward to sitting down and eating with them all again. “How’s your day been?” Kev asked, not opting to whisper. “Quiet. Nice though, relaxing.” I raised my tone a little too. “You looking forward to getting back to uni?” “Mixed emotions.” I confirmed. “Looking forward to seeing everyone and being back in that atmosphere, but I’ve really enjoyed my time here. I honestly don’t know how to thank you enough.” “Don’t mention it.” He wafted his hand as the kettle clicked. “I can’t blame you for not wanting to be at home at a time like this. Besides, it’s been a pleasure to have you here. You’re an ideal house guest.” I was awe of that fact he thought that. Kev wasn’t the type to bullshit anyone, and if I had been a pain in the arse to have around he would have just brushed it off, not saying anything more about it. I was flattered he had chosen to say that, and happy he felt that way. He made the drinks, including one for Harry, just in case he awoke, as Ben walked back into the kitchen, collecting all the menus and tucking them back into the drawer. “I just ordered pretty much everything on the menu. I’m starved. They also had tubs of ice-cream so I got those too, as a treat, since you’re leaving tomorrow.” “You’re making me want to stay forever.” I snickered. Kev placed the mug down in front of me and then sat himself down, Ben routing through some more cupboards and drawers for something or other. “I have a question for you.” Kev breathed. “Me?” I gawped. “Yeah.” “Okay.” I swallowed. “How have things been with you and Harry? I know you weren’t on the best of terms when you got here, and I was wondering if you’re better now, or if you’ve just... coped with one another?” How was I supposed to explain what had gone on with me and Harry in just under a week? How was I supposed to word any of it? We hadn’t coped with one another. Nor had we simply become friends. We had bonded. We had shared and spilled and completely opened up. We had gone from hating and ignoring our similarities, to loving them and wanting to find more. In every single way possible, we had grown together, and discovered things, to the point where I couldn’t believe there had ever been a stage where we didn’t get on. That made no sense whatsoever. I didn’t know how to explain that. I cleared my throat, not able to look at either of them as they leaned closer, eagerly awaiting my response. “I... I think your son is an amazing person. A credit, to both of you. I don’t really know what else to say. He’s amazing. I can see our... friendship… lasting now. I haven’t just coped with him… I-I’ve loved spending time with him.” Kev grinned, clearly happy for me, and Harry. Whereas Ben looked like he was about to burst into tears, so overwhelmed by the compliments I had just given to his son, and him, and his husband. I couldn’t imagine that feeling. I wondered how intense it was when they had taken Harry in just before he turned eight; suddenly having a child who already had a name and a personality, who already had a life shaped for himself, but a life that was dark. It was a complete credit, how Harry had turned out, Harry’s entire outlook on life. They were the people to thank for that. “Don’t get upset.” Kev said to Ben with a pout. “I know, I’m sorry, I’m just so proud of him. I worry about him so much, Pippa. When you got here and said you weren’t getting on... Well, we all know he can be a little arrogant at times, but I was so worried he’d gone off and become a complete twat. I’m so, so grateful that’s not true. He’s my son, you know? I’m just so proud of him.” “You should be.” I nodded. Kev got up to his feet and wrapped an arm around Ben, tucking him into his firm body as Ben tried really hard not to cry, frustrated that he had ended up in that state. But it was nice, seeing them so overwhelmed with pride. They should have been. Harry had an awful start to life, but you would never know. He spoke so highly of the two of them, so fondly, he barely even associated himself with the woman who had given birth to him. It was lovely. “Thank you, Pippa.” Ben finally spoke, once he was composed. “I feel so much better. Thank you.” “I’m just being honest.” Ben pulled himself together, rolling his shoulders and then going back to routing through the drawers, still searching for something, trying to pretend he hadn’t gotten so upset. That’s when I realised I was genuinely going to miss them. I was going to miss spending time with them in their home. “It’s been nice to meet you.” He choked again. “If you’re an example of the people he’s friends with at university then that’s a good sign.” “Trust me, I’m the worst one, too! Wait til you meet Zayn.” I constantly felt like I was singing Zayn’s praises, but it was hard not to when he was so blatantly amazing. I was missing him like absolute crazy. I couldn’t wait to just be across the hall from him again. “HERE WE GO!” Ben yelled excitedly, finally finding what he was looking for. “Pippa, this is for you.” He passed me a thick piece of A4 paper, with a dark print on, of the sky and stars and trees. My stomach dropped, because I knew. “Is this-” “Harry asked us to print the picture you’d taken and to give it to you.” Ben smiled. It looked amazing. That print, on the ideal paper for it, perfectly produced and shaped and completely unedited. It was pure; it was just the picture I had taken, but brought to life in a way I had never seen before. My stomach was aching, just looking at it. It was like a weird sense of longing, just one snippet of looking into something I loved, something that I had done thanks to Harry. I was a mess. But I had to hide it. “Thank you.” I shuddered. “Don’t thank us. Thank Harry.” So I waited. It felt like I waited a damn lifetime, but I knew it would be best to wait until the food was there to wake him up, because at least then I had an excuse. At least I wasn’t just waking him up to say, thanks for printing my photo and thinking of me. Finally, my moment came. The doorbell rang in the hallway, and as Kev got the money out of his wallet, I shuffled into the living room, seeing Harry still fast asleep. I bent down in front of him, smiling at his slumbering frame for only a second before I tapped his nose and blew soft air into his ear, which made him jolt awake. “The fuck, Pip-Squeak?” He grunted, still half asleep. “Foods here.” “What food?” He closed his eyes and rolled away from me so I couldn’t see his face. “We ordered Chinese food.” “Did you get salt and pepper ribs?” He cried. “I don’t know.” “I’m not coming unless you did.” I heard the front door slam shut and my stomach grumbled. I couldn’t wait much longer for Harry to decide if he wanted to bloody join us or not. “Oi. Styles.” “What?” “Thanks for getting my picture printed.” He turned back around, opening one eye and looking at me intensely. I noticed again how green they were, which shook me up and took me back to the same moment of realisation I’d had the evening before about the colour of his eyes. They were like spring, I thought, like the signs of life were coming back from winters depth, and creating the world anew again. “I wanted you to see how good you are.” He whispered. I was glad he said that. Because I wanted myself to see the same thing. + + + “I’m wide awake now.” Harry grunted, staring up to the ceiling. “Well you shouldn’t have had that nap earlier.” I groaned. I, personally, was exhausted. I rolled away from him and tucked the sheets a little further up, wishing I had the energy to get out of bed and turn off the lamp on his desk, but there was no way in hell. I didn’t need that light to be off to fall asleep, anyway. It was still pretty dark with it on, and if anything, it made me even sleepier. “Can we watch a film?” He begged. “Urgh. Harry!” I complained. Harry tucked up behind me, his lips close to my ear and his body fitting into the back of mine as he taunted in my ear. “We could watch The Princess and The Frog!” “But I’m tired!” I cried. He placed his hand on my waist and I swear my stomach flipped. I blamed it on the near kiss the evening before, and how it felt like I had been so rejected by him. His hand had been on my waist a few times throughout the week, and not once had my stomach reacted in such a way. “Pleeeaaaaase!” He tried. I squirmed and moved until his hand was off my body because I could barely cope with it. I needed him off me and I needed him to stop being playful. I just needed to feel normal around him again, and he really wasn’t helping. “No!” I cried. “Please. I’m tired.” “Urgh. Fine. Whatever. You go to sleep and I’ll sit here in silence.” “Thanks.” I huffed. Without another word, Harry got out of bed and went to turn off the lamp I had been longing to turn off myself, leaving me satisfied, warm and snug as he clambered back over to his side of the bed and tucked himself in. I lay in silence and closed my eyes, ready to greet slumber once again, but Harry was still having absolutely none of it. Every now and then, he would tut, or grunt, or sigh, or sniffle. I knew exactly what he was doing. Me and Harry were practically the same fucking person, of course I knew what he was doing, why he was acting like that. I decided to just give in. “Put a bloody film on.” I groaned. “Just don’t be offended when I fall asleep.” “YES! You’re a legend, Pip-Squeak!” He jumped out of bed, and I cursed myself for just watching him nod off earlier. I should have kept him awake and annoyed the hell out of him just so we could go to sleep at the right time. It was even worse because I knew when we were driving back the next day, Harry would complain about how tired he was. The whole thing was just not what I had in mind. Harry stood tapping his foot up and down as he eyed up his film collection. The bloody idiot must have been there for five minutes before I finally snapped. “Holy shit, would you just pick a fucking film? I’m tired.” “Tired and grumpy, it would seem.” He cocked his brows. “Why are you still the most annoying person I know?” “The more you keep talking, the longer I’m going to take to pick a film, Pip-Squeak.” With that I shut up, because I didn’t want Harry to think I was joking for a second. I was genuinely exhausted. He turned around to me, I noticed, as I pretended to have my eyes shut. He was kind of waiting for me to make some remark and fire back at him, but I gave him nothing. I liked the look of disappointment on his face. It proved to me how much of a thrill Harry used to get from our arguments, it was obvious how much he had liked them. That was one of the places we differed. The only thing arguing with Harry had ever done for me was give me a headache. He eventually picked one, and set everything up before he jumped back on the bed, literally jumped, to the point where my body shook. He’s doing this on purpose. He’s such a dick. I didn’t even want to react to him, because that was exactly what he wanted. I noticed he didn’t lower the volume of the film, and I also noticed he continued to clear his throat and choke on nothing. I had been pushed to the edge. “For fuck sake!” I cried, sitting up and turning to him. “Have I hurt you? Do you hate me? Have you been pretending to like me all week just so you could piss me off even more?” “What?” He gawked, bottom lip out. “I told you I want to sleep!” “Well, maybe I want you to stay and watch the film with me.” “Well that’s not fucking down to you, Harry!” I yelled. I flung back around so I didn’t have to look at his face, and sunk back into the bed, actually wound up. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was tired, because he genuinely was annoying me, because of what happened the night before? All I knew was that I was genuinely pissed off. But I didn’t mean to yell at him, not really. He turned the volume down. Christ, he even turned the brightness of the screen down as I lay there sulking, but feeling guilty. I hadn’t meant to snap at him, and I really didn’t want us to end our week together that way. I opened my mouth to apologise, but something entirely different came out. “You embarrassed me last night.” I wanted to start panting, but that would have made it too obvious that I was going totally insane. So, instead, I bit back my breathing and tried to act like I didn’t depend on it. I was so glad I was facing away from him. It meant he couldn’t see my wide eyes. “What? When?” He choked, oblivious. “I feel shit enough about myself thanks to the whole Louis thing without you taking the piss out of me.” I felt him sit up, alarmed, but I still didn’t turn to face him. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. We had gone the whole day without acknowledging the evening before and I was happy with that, I had wanted to ignore it. I couldn’t make any sense of why I was mentioning it. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He shot bitterly. “Saying you wanted to kiss me just so I would say it back. It’s embarrassing. Why would you say that if you didn’t even want to? You’ve made me feel like such an idiot.” “Pip-Squeak, sit up and talk to me properly!” He yelled. I pulled the sheets down with force and sat up, only being able to glance at him for a single second, catching the obscure look of confusion on his face before I was looking down in front of me. “Look, I didn’t even want to kiss you.” I gasped. “It was just the drugs.” “See, that’s exactly my fucking point!” He slammed his fist down. “That’s exactly why I said no!” “Why?” I cried back, whipping my head round. “Do you really think I want to kiss you like that? When you’re off your face? Do you really fucking think that’s how I wanted it to go?” We were both so angry, it was weird. It was a strange topic, that was a given, but I couldn’t really grasp why we were both so furious about it. “You didn’t want to kiss me at all!” I yelped. “How the fuck do you know what I want?” He scoffed. “Well you said no, didn’t you? I took that as a pretty clear sign.” “Oh just shut the fuck up, Pip-Squeak. You’ve got no clue what you’re talking about, as usual.” I felt like screaming. If I was at uni, or at home, I would have. I would have screamed and torn at my hair because that’s how genuinely infuriating I found the boy. But I didn’t, because I couldn’t. My only option was to get a breather from the entire situation before I actually went insane. I didn’t have any time to listen to him drag on. “I’m going to get a drink.” I huffed. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up as quickly as I could, marching towards the door. I wanted out of his company. Even if it was just for a few minutes. I found my fingers gripped on the handle before I felt a tug on my wrist, turning round to tell Harry he needed to back off and give me a minute, but it I had no time. Harry pushed me by the waist so my back slammed against his bedroom door, and he forced his lips on mine. I gladly welcomed them. Within a split second, my arms were wrapped around his neck, like I had been expecting it. Harry was kissing me. And I was kissing him back. He licked his tongue into my mouth almost immediately, finally letting me adore his taste, his hands gripped tight on my side as he grunted into my open mouth, clearly still full of rage but having to prove me wrong. I had never felt a kiss so desperate, I had never felt like it was so obvious that someone wanted to kiss me so much. I panted and moaned as my fingers landed on his butterfly, pushing my hips up to him for a split second before his grip intensified and his strength tightened, picking me from the floor so I could wrap my legs around his hips and he could slam me against the door one more time before he turned us around, leading us over to his bed. He dropped down on top of me, between my legs, pushing up to me with his bucking hips, making sure I could feel exactly how much he was enjoying our first kiss. “I’ll show you how much I want you.” He groaned. Within seconds his fingers were crawling up the inside of my legs, exploring my thighs as his tongue fucked into my mouth again, my back arching as Harry lifted his body from mine slightly, like I couldn’t cope with the distance. I wanted him all over me, constantly. He bit at my lip before moving his kiss to my jaw, his fingers now toying with the hem of my pants before he tugged at them, clearly wanting them off, and I wanted the same thing. He pulled them down as much as he could without ever letting his lips leave my weak, pale skin. I kicked off my pants the rest of the way, left in my knickers and my crop-top, shuffling my hips around, just waiting for him to touch me, to feel me. “Please.” I gasped. He moved so his hand could slip perfectly down the front of my underwear, and his fingers brushed gently over my most needed area, jolting the nub back and forth tenderly, cursing into my ear before his lips went back to mine, his tongue licking at my bottom lip. I let out a whimper of agony as his hand moved back upwards, only for it to soon snake round to my front, pushing my knickers to the side as two fingers slipped into me so easily, it was completely satisfying, opaquely obvious how hot I was for him. His thumb tickled up so he could rub me in hard circles as his fingers pushed up into me. He moved his head, his lips hovering a few inches from mine, halting our kiss. At first, I didn’t know why, but it soon became clear he’d distanced so he could concentrate more on what he was doing to me, and he could watch in complete admiration as I unwound under his traces, writhing about on top of the sheets as his hand fucked me ten times better than any boy ever had before. “Fuck... Pip...” He gasped, still staring at my face. I looked into his eyes as his fingers curved in me, searching for every peak he knew he could hit, a smug, adoring look on his face, his mouth open, his tongue struggling between his teeth as his thumb began moving a little quicker. That was it. That was all I had needed. I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer as my head lolled back and my mouth dropped open, panting and trying not to scream, having to bite my bottom lip and simply whimper out my orgasm, feeling Harry’s hand slow down and his fingers escape me as he rubbed over the juices that had left my quivering body. He was still staring at me. I panted out the aftermath of my orgasm as Harry flopped back to his side of the bed, seeming just as exhausted as I was. I turned my head to the side to watch him. The TV images flickered over his face, eyes shut, head back, Adams-apple nudging up and down his tanned skin. “What the fuck.” I gasped, still breathless. I watched as he smirked, before he whipped his head and opened his eyes so quickly, he caught me out. He caught me gazing fondly at him. “Now I’m tired.” He chuckled, biting his bottom lip. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, the only light now coming from the moon that poked from his thin, white curtains, turning back to find that I was still looking at him. There were a few moments silence, where we just looked at one another, saying nothing, barely even thinking, until I found that my eyes were closing all by themselves. I was tired before the workout. This had tipped me over my edge. “You did want to kiss me.” I smiled through a whisper, nodding off. “Of course I did.” He whispered back. Before I completely dropped off, he came to me, pushing the front of his body to mine, so close the tips of our noses touched. I draped my leg over his hip, and played with the lobe of his ear before I fell asleep. I’m almost sure he watched me the whole time.

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