#good for him i hope that show treats him right
FUCKIN’ ROUND WITH YA — lee jeno.
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PAIRING ▸ nerdy! good boy!lee jeno x reader
GENRE ▸!fluff, !nerd! au, !high school! au, !crack, !angst, !smut, kind of !bad girl!au, and a little !enemies to lovers! au
WARNING/S ▸ cuss words, angsty hehehe, smut, masturbation, bullying, slut shaming, parties, dirty talk, sexual jokes, a very much horny Jeno and I don’t know why, mentions of broken families, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (safety first please)
WORD COUNT ▸ 6.91k
PLAYLIST ▸ All I Wanna Do (Jay Park ft. Hoody and Loco), Ayo (Chris Brown and Tyga), Forever (Justin Bieber ft. Post Malone and Clever), One Day (Monsta X), Yellow (Coldplay), Guess That’s Love (Ryan Mack)
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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I am NOT happy with how this fic turned out to be but I guess it’s fine (?). It’s really your choice. Anyways, this really have adult themes and I do not recommend minors to read this whole story. Minors, you may check out the others— just not this, trust me.
❝ Jeno, let’s not see each other in the morning. ❞ You say in a voice that shows a little hope, knowing very well that was what he wanted even if you wished he would deny. The male was silent for a few seconds before glancing up to your side, ❝ Sounds good, Y/n. ❞. Your heart cracked up a little, not actually believing he would agree just like that. But your the one who offered, so who were you to complain?
Honestly, Jeno couldn’t really understand why people treat him like he’s an innocent child who knows nothing about the things around him and that’s because he’s not innocent at all. He had touched his dick a couple of times, watched porn and camgirls when he feels alone at night.
Was it his smile? His love for studying? His glasses? All those could be factors why he’s claimed as the nerd of the school. Jeno still feels a lot offended that just because he acts nice to everyone, people already gave him a title that doesn’t really come up with him.
“I’m going to Lucas’ party, you commin’?” His best friend, Haechan asked while placing gel to style his light purple-dyed hair. Jeno stopped scrolling down his phone and lifted his eyes to stare at him, “Huh? There’s a party?”.
“It’s Friday night, of course there is,” Haechan implied as if it was the most normal thing to do in Friday nights and grinned, checking himself out in the mirror then asked out loud, “How do I look? Good right? Damn, girls are so going to be all over me later.”. Jeno could roll his eyes but chose not too, “If you’re going to the party to get laid, then I’ll stay here. There is just no way I’ll be left in crowds of sweaty people.”.
“Jeez, please don’t say ‘laid’ ever again, It doesn’t suite you. And you should be thankful that girls are a sucker for your ‘good boy’ and ‘gentleman’ image.” Haechan frowned and grabbed the condoms hidden on the drawer near the TV of their shared apartment. Wait...girls? a sucker? for him?
“Adios! I’m gonna leave now before all the pretty ladies get taken for tonight!” Haechan didn’t even bother waving goodbye, just screaming to acknowledge his exit.
Now that Jeno is all alone, there is nothing to do. He finished all the needed assignments, done studying in advance for future purposes, and even cleaned the apartment. So what’s a man gonna do? Of course jerk off.
Biting his lips, he inserted his earphones on each of his ears and opened a porn site to enjoy himself with. He placed the volume in a low setting in case Haechan decides to suddenly come back for any reasons, then finally played his favorite video. After a few minutes of the sounds of the woman’s soft whimpers and gasps, his cock was already half hard. Jeno undid his shorts and lifted his hips to pull his dick out, hissing when he pressed his thumb on his tip.
Precum slowly dripped off and it didn’t take that much long for him to get fully hard- especially when the pornstar groped her breasts together. Jeno imagined running his thick cock between the valleys of her chest, her looking at him with innocent puppy eyes and his grip got tighter. The male let out a sudden chocked moan and moved his wrists in circular movements, faster and faster, harder and harder.
“S-so c-close...” He groaned and his eyes fluttered shut, listening closely to the girl’s moans and his other free hand went down to squeeze his balls- and that’s all it took for him to reach his breaking point. When Jeno came down from his orgasm, he opened his eyes and panted, staring at his dirty sheets and dirty hands with his cum smeared everywhere.
Now Jeno had something to do, clean up all the clues of his sinful activity before his roomate could catch him and tell the whole school about the ‘good boy’ jerking off. If what Haechan said was true about girls being a sucker for his current image, then he better do something about it. Being a virgin sucks especially if your best friend is pretty much getting his dick wet every week.
It was the next morning when Haechan came home.
“Owww, shit.” Haechan cursed to himself, massaging his forehead while coming in through the door, hair all messy and clothes all wrinkled with and not all it’s buttons are closed. Jeno snorts seeing him enter and placed his spoonful of rice in his mouth, looking all amused but not surprised anymore, “Was she good? Or is the hangover really bad?”.
“Both.” The tanned man managed to croak out and stumble to take a seat in front of his roommate. Jeno didn’t feel bad or worried for him at all, but he very much predicted something like this would happen and prepared hot soup to help his friend’s headache to soothe a bit. “Thanks, Jen. You’re the best” Haechan’s voice cracked as he slowly began devouring the delicious dish. “I’ve been told” The other man chuckled and took his glasses from the table to wear them once again before cleaning up the dirty dishes.
“Can’t you remove those glasses? You look better without it.” Haechan groaned and reached to get water. “Can’t see without them.” Was all Jeno muttered out while washing the used plates and utensils. “That’s a lie! You technically could see, but you’re like, so attached.” His friend slurred.
That’s true, he didn’t need the glasses at all anymore. By the age of seven, the doctor advised his parents to let him wear glasses to correct his sight- and it did. At thirteen, he was free to throw them away, but Jeno refused too. He loved those glasses, it grew a really much special part in his heart. Plus, without them, he didn’t look as ‘nerdy’ as everyone claimed him to be.
Choosing to not answer, Jeno just hummed as a response and started getting ready for school, taking a minute to ask Haechan, “Hey, are you gonna attend classes today?”.
“No. I need to rest.” He answered him, still looking all in pain and a mess. “I wonder if the girl you’ve fucked is having the same hangover as you or the alcohol really just got into you” Jeno chuckled, grabbing his bag and swinging it on his right shoulder. “I’m a pro at drinking! You just never saw me!” Haechan tries to make him change his mind.
Hey, maybe Haechan was right, Jeno thought. He really is that popular when it comes to girls. His innocent atmosphere naturally attracts woman’s attention and his kindness immediately makes one fall in love with him for being such a gentleman. He can’t believe his best friend is actually right. fucking right.
Forget about hating that everyone misunderstood him, because now Jeno loved the attention and lowkey lustful looks girls give him whenever he passes by- as if he’s a snack that’s ready to be eaten anytime. But now that’s where they’re wrong, Jeno loved being in charge. Top. He doesn’t really understand why he feels so aroused whenever he sees someone submit towards him.
Jeno raised a brow, finding the voice that called for him familiar and he’s much surprised seeing Haechan run to him, still looking like a mess but at least a little more presentable then how he looked in the morning. “Hyuck? What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to rest.” Jeno asked in confusion and also half in concern knowing how his friend’s head must hurt.
“I was about too, but then I saw in the class’ group chat that a new student is coming and she’s a hottie.” Haechan answered, still panting and desperately catching his breath. Oh. Wait, there’s a group chat?
“A group chat?” Jeno’s eye brows creased, growing confused. “Our section has one, silly. Everyone is included—,” Haechan stopped himself from speaking when he took his phone and scrolled to look for Jeno’s username inside the group chat when he saw none, “—except you.”. One disadvantage in being the known nerd even if you’re not one: people think your a party pooper who’ll spill all the beans to the teacher and get everyone in trouble to be some kind of hero. “Can you add me?” He sighed, tugging his glasses out to clean their lenses using the cloth of his shirt. “Yeah, yeah. Sure buddy.” His friend nodded and did as he was told.
“Sorry for not adding you sooner, Jen. I only realized now.” Haechan passed him an apologetic look before wrapping one arm around his shoulder and dragging him to class before the bell rings. “Wait, shouldn’t I be the one dragging you?” Jeno scoffs, finding the irony quite funny. “I’m excited for class, shut up nerdy boy. I need to fuck this chick.” Haechan jokingly says.
“Just don’t fuck while I’m home, please. Not and never again.”. Jeno mumbled in a plead— both to his roommate and to whoever was listening to his prayers from above. The last time Haechan bought a girl to fuck, the sounds got him hard and he had to jerk himself off while shamelessly listening to the loud moans and skin slapping— yeah, not happening again.
“In my defence, I just put my big dick to use. What about yours?”
“I’m not quite sure if you want me to tell you that my dick is also huge or if you want me to tell you how I use it.”
The moment they got in class, the teacher was already there preparing her stuff. Jeno took his time greeting her and passing an apple inside his backpack, knowing how much it’s her favourite. “Oh my!”, she gasped, visibly thankful as she smiled and grinned at him, “You’re really kind, Mr. Lee. You don’t have to give me apples everyday.”.
“You know what they say, Mrs. Lim. ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away’ and I really don’t want the most beautiful teacher to be sick.” Jeno let out a smile that reached his eyes— if only he wasn’t angel like, then he would be the perfect fuckboy. Mrs. Lim giggled at this and instructed the students to take their seats so she could start the classes. “Damn, smooth.” Haechan wheezed under his breath, amazed by how his friend is.
“I call it being nice.” Jeno corrects him, although he’s pretty sure that he was being a little too nice. Mrs. Lim may be married, but she’s hot anyway. If she’s the one to take away his virginity, he won’t be complaining at all.
“Attention class! We will be having a new student and I want all of you to behave and welcome her. She’s the principal’s granddaughter and I do will not tolerate any bullying or whatever drama you guys have. Our principal has entrusted our class to take care of her, and we will. Does everyone understand?” Mrs. Lim eyed her students, strict and stern with her words but not even half of the students were interested. Well, at least not as interested as Haechan looked like.
“Ms. Cho, please enter the room.”.
Normally, Jeno would be welcoming, be the first one to greet the new student. But the moment he saw you enter— he felt all the bubbly feeling of his chest be replaced by something else. You’re…different from what he expected as the principal’s granddaughter.
“Please introduce yourself, Ms. Cho.” The teacher smiled at you, leaning back a little.
You licked your lips and wasted a couple of seconds just staring at your new classmates, sighing heavily and shrugging, “Y/n. Cho Y/n.”. Mrs. Lim waited if ever you wanted to add more to your introduction, but then she realized you were done, “O-oh, I thought you wanted to add some things. Welcome to our class, Cho Y/n. You may take a seat anywhere you want.”. Not even mumbling a thank you or glancing at her, you chose the seat farthest from the front— unto the very back near the window. Jeno watched you pass by him and his eyes unconsciously looked down on your uniform’s short skirt, biting his lips and feeling his cock twitch.
The bubbly feeling in his chest was replaced by something called…lust. Huh, he didn’t know he was into girls like you.
“You were staring at her ass.”
“What?” Jeno looked up to Haechan with an unfazed look, poking his tongue inside the right side of his cheek. “You were staring at Y/n’s ass a while ago at class. Dude, if you want to check someone out, don’t make it that too obvious that it’s your first time feeling turned on.” Haechan says while munching on his lunch. “Okay, I do not stare at someone’s ass because that is rude and it’s not my first time to be turned on, you know. I’m a man with a dick too and we have feelings.”. Jeno simply glared at him.
“You just did not prefer you and your dick ‘we’.”
“Just shut up and finish your food. You need energy.” Jeno shuts the conversation down, but of course, Haechan didn’t let him, “Y/n’s hot right? I mean, she’s like a bad girl. Damn, I would kill just to brat tame her.”. The other man’s grip on the table turned tighter as his muscles tensed up. “Do you think she’ll be a sub or a dom? But both ways, she’d still be a goddess.” Haechan continued, trying to find his breaking point.
“She’s fine.” Jeno deadpanned, trying to refrain his mind from thinking how good a bratty sub you’d look like. “Fine? Just fine? I doubt that—“.
Haechan’s eyes widened at the deep voice Jeno let out, taken back himself before smirking a bit, “So, the school’s good boy lost all the goodies inside of him, huh? And all it took is the principal’s daughter.”. Jeno’s jaw clenched, but it was too late. His dick is now half hard, his mind couldn’t stop imagining himself fucking into you so good that you’ll be drooling over his bed.
Such a hormonal teenager, that is.
“Holy shit did you just get a boner over me talking about how good Y/n’ll look like during sex?” Haechan asked, amused as fuck. “I gotta use the bathroom.” Jeno said, barely a whisper with his ears and neck all red from being embarrassed that he’s been caught red handed. “And I’ll tell our next teacher that you’re sick in the clinic. Enjoy screwing yourself bro, congratulations. Wow. I still can’t believe you’re the same innocent Lee Jeno everyone says you are.” His best friend says, dramatically wiping an imaginary tear from his cheek.
“Right, I know you might feel embarrassed and shit, but we’re both men. I have a dick, you have a dick—“
“Right at ya’ pal.” Haechan shivered at how deep his voice is and pats his back, grabbing his bag and walking right to the next class. Jeno shakily sighed and grabbed his own bag, placing it in front so it would cover the obvious tent on his school pants. Jesus Christ, he couldn’t believe he’s about to touch his dick inside of the men’s public bathroom where it’s risky for anyone to hear. Jeno almost stumbled himself while locking the door, throwing his things to the side and removing his belt. He slowly pulled down the zipper and boxers and released his leaking tip.
“Goddamn it.” He cursed in a hiss, wrapping his hands around his huge cock and looked down on it with hooded eyes, picturing you sucking him off and teasing him like the bratty sub you look like. Jeno’s breaths started to grow heavier and heavier when he bit his lip, hard, so he could tone down his loud moans. “Good girl…such a g-good, good girl,” he sighed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
No one was with him, yet he couldn’t help but spill out some dirty words that he knows no one would have expected from him. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum, baby. Just li…l-like that—shit.” He growled when his thumb touched the rim of his buttocks, hole clenching around nothing as he comes undone just like that. Much to Jeno’s dismay and sadly, Haechan was once again right.
You are a perfect bratty sub and Jeno would also kill just so he could brat tame you. He’s fucking screwed.
Gulping, he sniffled and started fixing everything, trying his best to look presentable and like he never just jerked off in the men’s bathroom in school. Jeno took a deep breath while staring at himself in the mirror, removing his glasses and cleaning them on the cloth of his shirt once again then wearing them so he could finally go to class. Now Haechan knows his little secret, and he hopes the shit could keep it to himself.
When he exit the door, his movements paused and his body froze seeing you there by the hallways, having your tongue swirling around a red lollipop. “Class President skipping classes? Now that isn’t something you see everyday.” Smirking dangerously, flattening your tongue and chuckling. “I-I’m not class president and I had to use the bathroom. How about you, Ms. Cho? Skipping classes and loitering around the hallways. Aren’t you the principal’s granddaughter?” Jeno tried to not stare at how you suck on the candy and get himself all horny again, instead trying to look intimidating with his arms crossed.
Without replying back, you took steps towards him, having less then a meter between the two of you. You looked at him up and down, biting your lip, “Call me whenever you need to use the bathroom again. I could help you.”, then walking pass by him like nothing just happened. Jeno stayed on his place, unable to move and his mind unable to process. You heard him. You fucking heard him jerk off. Fuck. And now you know too. He’s double screwed.
“Dude! Dude! What the hell?!”
Jeno looked at Haechan, confused, “H-huh?”. The other man groaned and threw the controller on the other side of the couch, “What have you been thinking man? We’re at the same team yet you killed me!”. Trying to comprehend what he said, Jeno realized that they were at home, playing video games, and that he really did just kill someone from his teammate instead of the enemy. “I was thinking of the math homework. I feel like I have some mistakes and the guilt has been messing up with me.” He lied, knowing Haechan didn’t need to know what was the images flashing in his mind.
But Haechan didn’t seem to believe one bit, “Stop acting like a good student. I know you’re a pervert imagining the principal’s granddaughter. No need to be defensive, Jen. Even I think of her at night and masturbate.”. Jeno didn’t really like hearing that other guys was in the same state as he is when it comes to you, his own fist closing tightly as he grunts possessively, but not to obvious, “Let’s just play again. I promise I won’t kill you this time.”.
“You better not, because I swear to God, Lee Jeno, I am going to haunt you down.”
Jeno hates you.
He hates how you got every boy wrapped around your finger, or how he isn’t the only one you offered to help out. Were you a fuckgirl? Someone who thinks toying with him is all fun? After just a week when you introduced yourself to class, rumours already has it that you had fucked all the hottest boys in school— and even Lee Donghyuck, his best friend.
You and Haechan fucking is the most that made Jeno furiously pull on his cock and rut his hips into his hand, thinking how much of a slut you are. Ever since the incident at the school’s hallways, you never even gave him a look or a touch, acting like he never existed and it only adds to the fuel.
Jeno wants to fuck you too. He wants to punish you and manhandle you like your some rag dall. And every single day is just another day of his desires growing and growing. Exams are coming up and it is not helping him at all. Instead, it also makes him more hungry for some kind of relief. Jeno is stressed both at school and at sexual desires— he needs you now.
And that’s how the known innocent boy found himself approaching you. Your eyes opened and stared back at his, saying nothing but your right eye brow raised, as if asking him what does he want. “You.” Jeno called out, low enough for only the both of you to hear. It was obvious at how taken back you were, with your eyes widening and your jaw slightly dropping, but then you snickered and stood up, “follow me then.”. So he did.
“I never imagined you would be coming up to me and asking me to fuck you like some kind of—“
You were immediately cut off with Jeno pushing you to the wall and placing his lips on you, roughly kissing you and successfully shutting you up. With the force of his body, you were forced to take steps backwards up until your back hit the wall harshly. This was his first kiss and he couldn’t believe he’s wasting it with you, biting your bottom lip then proceeding to suck on your tongue. Saliva messily dripped on both your chins yet his hands still remained politely on your hips. “Touch me,” You whispered, heavily breathing, “I know you want me. Your friend told me all about you while ramming his dick inside of me.”.
Jeno groaned at your words, his hands travelling up to your neck, choking you slightly, “Fucking yourself on different dicks must’ve felt good, huh? They must have not pleased you enough, maybe that’s why you want me too, huh?”. Moaning, you nodded and desperately breathed for air to enter your lungs once again. “Such a slutty bitch.” He snickered, examining your figure all a mess even if he just had kissed you and didn’t even touch you that much yet.
The smirk on his lips was enough to show you that he was enjoying this as much as you are, and it was also enough for you to rub your thighs together and create friction. “Babygirl heard me at the bathroom, hmm? Wanna know what I was thinking about?” He asked in a lazy mocking voice, his right hand trailing down and pressing on your right bud, making you suddenly jolt. “D-Daddy’s thinking of me, right? Wishing I was there to make you feel good. Haechan told me everything, Jeno. You ain’t fooling me with those glasses and innocent smiles.” You managed to let out.
Jeno licked his lips, not surprised how Haechan told you and isn’t even disappointed anymore. His painfully hard cock is begging for some kind of release so he pulled you down on your knees up until your face to face with the bulge in his pants, “Well? What are you waiting for now, then? Make daddy feel good.”.
Not even hesitating, you immediately sucked him though his pants and Jeno’s hips jerked forward, amazed at the new feeling. Looking up to him with mischief in your eyes, you pulled his pants and boxers down and moaned seeing his size, feeling more wetness drip from your pussy. “Suck, slut. Do it before I make you.” He demanded, voice lowering and deepening from the amount of arousal. With a sly smile, you kissed his thighs, purposely avoiding his length.
Having enough, Jeno grabbed your hair, making you yelp in pain and he shoved his cock right into your mouth at the timing, moaning in delight feeling how warm and tight your throat is. Your eyes start to turn teary as you gag, not expecting him to be so rough on you. “F-fucking h-hell.” His eyes roll at the back of his head, starting to feel addicted with this new found pleasure. When you finally collected yourself enough, you started swirling your tongue around him, sucking him fully until your nose reaches his stomach. Your free hand squeezed his balls and massaged it, making the boy whine loudly.
“Pretty boy acting like he’s in charge but whinnies loudly like a baby.” You scoff once you popped his dick out of your mouth and gave him the best handjob he ever had. “S-shit, s-so, so close, baby. Wanna cum in your mouth” He panted, looking at you through hooded eyes. You placed him back in and sucked on his tip, pressing your tongue and wiggling on it. The action made him cum in an instant, and you swallowed every drop. Jeno took a couple of minutes to breath and get over his orgasm while you stared at him with a cocky grin.
Jeno rolled his eyes and pulled you up, turning you around and pressing you on the wall, his chest squeezed on your back as he chuckled lowly by your ear, “Where’s your confidence now, princess? Imagine, your old man finding his granddaughter sucking cocks like it’s the lollipop he gave you.”. Your lips trembled as you tried to wiggle your hips to get some kind of relief, feeling more wet at his dirty words. His fingers slipped inside your skirt, tracing your folds over your underwear and smirked, “So fucking wet…”.
“D-Daddy…” Mewling, when you felt him push your panties to the side and his fingers teasing your entrance. “I’m the top baby, I’ve always been. If you want me, then you better beg and please daddy.” Jeno says, suddenly tapping your clit harshly then biting your earlobe when you let out a loud moan. Then, he pulled away from you and licked all your juices from his fingers, cleaning up and acting as if you aren’t glaring at him or how your visibly all wet and frustrated you are.
“Y-Yah! At least finish me off!” You screamed, trying to taunt him by lifting your skirt and touching yourself— yet Jeno seemed uninterested as he only watched you, “I still have classes. Good luck with that though.”, and this time, he’s the one who walked pass by you with a smug smirk resting on his face with his glasses sliding down to the bridge of his nose.
“Asshole.” You muttered, trying to get yourself off.
“Jeno, I thought you’re already over your stage and fucked the hell out of Y/n. Why did she call me saying that she needs me to make her cum?” Haechan asks, tying up his shoes and getting ready to leave. Jeno looked up at him in amusement and he smirked, his pride growing from how desperate he made you feel, “I didn’t need to fuck her. I just wanted to feel some relief.”.
“Hey— it’s not wrong being one! Besides, I love teasing her. I’ll fuck her one day, but now, you better make her cum hard. Trust me, she deserves it.”
“I always make a girl cum hard.”
When Haechan left, the smile on Jeno’s face disappeared through thin air. Of course you just had to call his best friend, not just some other guys. Are you trying to get into his nerves? Because if you are, then it’s working.
Not now though. All Jeno wants to do at the moment is to relax and watch Netflix all day. He spent all his energy studying and reading for the exams.
“Fuck, did all of see the video?” A guy laughed, showing his friend the video playing in his phone. His friend laughed loudly and nodded, “Yeah, I did. Damn, Cho Y/n’s really a spoiled brat, isn’t she?”.
At the mention of your name, Jeno tilted his head to look at the two men sitting not so far from him. Curiosity got into the best of him as he approaches them “Hey..uh, what about Cho Y/n?”. One of them greeted him and grinned, “Wait you never saw the viral video yet? Here. Someone saw Y/n’s old video from her past high school. Look how spoiled and mean she is.”, he passed him the phone and Jeno stayed silent.
It did show how mean you looked, slapping another woman and screaming at her. The two men with him whistled and laughed to themselves, finding the clip fun to watch. Jeno ‘accidentally’ dropped the phone, making the owner shout, “Yah! Why did you do th--”.
“Oops, I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll pay you back. Sorry again.” Jeno let out a fake guilty expression, bowing at them and picking the item up to give it back. “O-oh, uh, it’s fine?” He stuttered, thinking it really was an accident.
Jeno needed to find you, and he didn’t know why. But after watching, he just know that you need someone right now.
It wasn’t that much hard to find you. He saw your slumped and sobbing figure by the place where you also sucked him off, this must be your secret room or something. Jeno didn’t say anything. Instead, he sat beside you and slowly wrapped one arm around your shoulder. Flinching away, you looked up and was surprised to see him.
“W-what do you want?”
“Use me as your napkin or as a personal teddy bear.” He offers. “I don’t need your pity, Jeno.” You scoffed, trying to stop yourself from sobbing yet it was no use. “I don’t pity you. I hate you, Cho Y/n, but let me be nice for now” Jeno corrects you, trying once again. Not having any energy to push him away, you complied and snuggled your face on his shoulder, sighing deeply.
“Grandpa’s obviously gonna kick me out.” You said, playing with your fingers that are placed on your lap. “You fucked his students, what did you expect?” He snickered.
“I mean, I did, but only one student, Haechan. Just because I wear short skirts doesn’t mean I’m a hoe who sleeps with anyone else.” You confessed, lifting your head up to look at him. “Why Haechan then?” Jeno asks, looking back at you.
“Because he’s your friend.”
Jeno’s heart thumped. He continued staring at your eyes and looked away, gulping. “Are you trying to get into my pants?” He asks, feeling shame in his bones from asking such a straightforward question. “No. I didn’t want to fuck Haechan at first, I just tried to befriend him too. But things got out of hand and before I knew it, I woke up in his bed. His girlfriend or fuckbuddy or whatever she is saw me and started rumors about how I slept with everyone”.
“You slept with Haechan? In the apartment? Where the hell was I?”
“In the library. That’s what he said.”
“And the video?”
You seemed hesitant to explain, but if everyone turned their backs on you, it’d be great to have at least one person who doesn’t, “She’s my stepmom.”. Jeno didn’t react at first, even if he found it quite odd since the girl you slapped looked the same age as you. “
“Also my ex-bestfriend. Behind both me and my mom’s back, my dad has been fucking her every time we had a sleepover at my house. When I knew, I got so angry that I marched up to her and slapped her as hard as I could. But hey, everyone who saw the video called me a bitch and a spoiled brat.”
“Why keep up with the bad girl look and attitude then?” He pinching your cheek to refrain you from frowning. You swat his hand away and glared at him, “People knows me as one, so why not be one instead? How about you? Why be known as the kind innocent boy when you literally pulled my hair and left me alone to deal with myself?”.
“Same as you, I guess.”
Both of you let out an awkward chuckle, not fully sure on what to do now. You just told your own life story to him so it did feel weird for you— yet again, it’s also feels good that he seemed like he does believe you.
The smile on your face left as you pinched his side, “What the fuck, Lee Jeno? What is wrong with your hormones? Are you that horny every single time in your life?”. Jeno winced and giggled, removing his glasses and placing them to the side, “Is it going to be weird to say I’m turned out by how your crying?”. You gave him a disgusted look but sat on his lap anyways, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Yes and I am never asking you anymore questions anymore.”. He rested his hands on your thighs, grinning, “Let’s fuck”.
And just like that, Jeno kissed you but a lot gentler then before. You kissed back at the same force he did, tangling your fingers around his hair and tugging on it making him grunt. “You know, I think I had a stupid crush on you.” Jeno suddenly says, his kisses traveling to your neck. “R-really?” You squeaked out, heart hammering by your chest when his soft lips pressed on your sweet spot. He hummed and sucked on the sensitive skin, chuckling when you whinnied breathlessly, “Yeah, I did. But don’t worry, It’s just a stupid crush.”.
Giving him a teasing look, you wiggled your eyebrows, “Oh? I don’t think it’s stupid, now that you’re holding me like this.”. Jeno growled and captured your lips once again, his hand working it’s way inside your panties, “Don’t flatter yourself, Princess. I just want to get out of what Haechan calls ‘my stage’.”.
“Being a virgin is a stage now? The fuck? I love that man.”
“I could tell he loves you too. I never saw him fuck any other woman ever since you sucked his dick, I guess.”
“You serious?” You pulled away from him, brows furrowed. Jeno admired you for a couple of seconds, love bites all over your jawline and neck, lips all swollen from the kisses. “Yeah,” he breathed out, smiling lazily and pulling you back to him. Teasingly, he ran a finger up your slit, purposely adding pressure on your small bundle of nerves making you gasp out loudly. Your tempting sounds made the male’s eyes turn darker then they already are and he finally, finally entered a finger inside your velvety walls.
“F-Fuck baby, s-so tight and wet.” Jeno moaned, looking more affected then you are. It’s his first time touching a woman like this, and he’s regretting why he had missed this all out and never done any of this sooner. “D-Daddy, more…please…” you begged, rocking your hips and sighing in content. He listened to your plea and added another finger, and started scissoring them, his thumb harshly pressing by your clit in the process.
“O-Oh Jeno, oh my God! Jeno! J-Jeno!” Your moans turn louder and louder, mumbling out phrases that probably doesn’t make sense when he started to pick up his pace and add a third finger. “So hot, baby. Creating a mess just for me and just because of my fingers? Oh my, Princess, how could you handle my cock then?” Jeno hummed out, addicted to how you feel like this. “Mhmm, y-you’re a v-virgin, Jeno! I-I should be the o-one asking you— fuck— that!”
“What did you say? Didn’t quite hear you.” He laughed, his pace going faster then before. Although his wrist started to hurt, he didn’t dare stop. “C-cum— c-cumming!” You gasped out, eyes going teary as the coil in your stomach snaps. Jeno removed his fingers and was in awe seeing the white substance covering them, he gripped on your chin to make you watch him while he sucks them clean. You moaned weakly, leaning in to kiss his soft lips, “I wanna be your first daddy, wanna be so good for you.”.
Jeno pushed you off him only to unbuckle his belt and push his dick out, tip already leaking with precum. “Ride on it, then Princess. Make daddy feel so good”.
Were you needed to be told twice? No, not at all. With shaky legs, you hover above his cock, kissing him again and circle his tip on your walls, stopping a bit when you realized something, “wait…condoms.”.
“Shit, I don’t have one.” Jeno groaned, frustratedly banging his head on the wall behind him and sighing, “So does this mean we won’t get to fuck? Next time the— Jesus Christ!” He calls out, eyes almost bulging out of it’s pockets when you took him by surprise and drop on his fat cock. The tears fell from your eyes, his length reaching places no one ever did. “S-so b-big— ahhh…h-hurts.” You sobbed, uncomfortably shifting on his lap.
Although you were in pain, Jeno was having the time of his life. His eyes closed tightly and his cock twitching, the pleasure blinding his senses. He wanted to cum so bad, having you around him was enough for him to reach his peak— but that can’t happen, of course. The pain was still there as you start in slow movements, still trying to get used to the feeling of his dick inside of you. Jeno’s toes curled, trying his best not to burst that fast and easily as he placed both his hands on your hips, urging you to move faster.
“S-shit, shit, shit, shit.” He chanted, not meaning to rut up on you, but it seemed like his hips has it’s mind of own. “Daddy!” You squealed, clenching around him tightly and sobbing by his lips, babbling how much you love his cock.
“Y-y/n I-I c-can’t— I-I can’t—“
“C-cum in me d-daddy,” you whispered by his ear, slyly moving your finger down and circling his nipple by his shirt. “Fucking— Shit!” Jeno chocked out, moaning turning in higher pitch before he finally released his heavy load, filling you up to the brim. You continued your movements until he had to stop you, the pleasure turning to pain, “I want to taste you”.
Jeno changed both your positions, him laying down as he pulls you to his face. His hands squeezing your ass and he wastes no time licking a stripe on your cum filled pussy. You moaned, grinding down his tongue, feeling all high and drunk by no absolute reason. Jeno pulled you closer, letting the wet muscle wiggle it’s way inside of you, eating out both your juices and his own cum. You feel so, so close. When he moved up and sucked on your clit harshly, that’s it.
You cum dripping by his chin and face, yet he still never let you go, continuing on eating you out like your the only meal on earth. “J-Jeno, e-enough!” You tried to push him out, but the grips he has on your thighs was impossible to escape. Unfortunately, to his delight and to your dismay, he was able to pull another strong orgasm out of you in no time. Finally, Jeno showed you mercy and let you go, sitting up and breathing heavily.
Both looking very much sinful and filthy, covered in sweat and cum. “That was the best thing in my life, holy shit.” Jeno laughed, still not over the fact that he’s finally not a virgin anymore and never will be ever again. “It would have been the best if you didn’t overstimulate me.” You mumbled, weakly snuggling to his side with your legs still shaking for some reason. He smirked and rubbed your side in small circles, “Hey, not my fault you looked so hot!”, he defended himself.
For a moment, you two stayed in each other’s arms, savouring the feeling of the warmth and the comfortable silence. Then, you decided to speak.
“Jeno, let’s not see each other in the morning.” You say in a voice that shows a little hope, knowing very well that was what he wanted even if you wished he would deny. The male was silent for a few seconds before glancing up to your side, “Sounds good, Y/n.”. Your heart cracked up a little, not actually believing he would agree just like that. But your the one who offered, so who were you to complain?
“Thank you for listening to my story.”
“And thank you for taking my virginity.”
If Jeno was ever honest, then he would have just admitted that he never had a stupid crush on you— at all. He just wanted to fuck you so bad and make you do it with him, so he had to say a few lies here and there. All that’s in his mind is how Haechan turned out to be wrong at one thing: you were a great sub, not a bratty one. All the sex and everything was good with you, and that was all he needed. Now that you seem nothing to him anymore, your memories will be by the trash at the time he gets home, along with his glasses.
Lee Jeno is the ‘innocent’ man who gives an apple to their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Lim everyday, but could also be the most cruel at heartbreak. Like at said, he never saw any trail of you the next following day at school.
Loving ‘good boys’ hurt more then loving ‘bad boys’ , they just do.
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Fifth Time’s the Charm
Pairing: Fives x female reader
Rating: M/E Explicit
Warnings: swearing, SMUT with explicit depictions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (be safe in real life people)
Author’s Note: This is a joint project with the amazing @samrubio The art is her spectacular work and the writing is mine. I hope you all enjoy!
Fives Tinder Profile - Art by samrubio
ARC Trooper, Grand Army of the Republic
You know baby, once you go clone, you’ll never be alone 😉
1 parsec away
Books | Museums | Foodie | Animals | Dancing | Fitness | Holofilms | Grab a drink | Pod racing
1.83 meters tall
Hello beautiful! I’m a fun-loving guy who’s excited to meet you. When I’m not working hard to keep you safe from the Separatist threat, I’m ready to show you a great time. I spend so much time surrounded by my brothers that it’s always a real treat to spend time with a lovely woman. I love having new experiences and I hope you’ll be interested in showing me the places you like to visit. I enjoy a night out on the town, twirling you around a dance floor just as much as a quiet night in, cuddled up on your couch. I’m a true giver, your enjoyment is my enjoyment. Swipe right, sweetheart and I promise you won’t regret it!
Favorite Song: Butter by BTS
“Come on General, you promised to help me, you’re the only guy I know who’s got a woman, you know I just wanna find what you and Padmé have, you must have been a slick one to win her heart,” Fives cajoles.
“Alright fine, Fives, only because getting you a date will get you out of my hair,” Anakin agrees and plops down next to Fives where he’s sprawled out on the floor next to his bunk, comm in hand as he creates his profile.
“Ok, first, how old are you?” Fives inquires.
“26, wait, why do you need that?” Anakin looks at him exasperated.
“Well, I can’t put down that I’m 11 now, can I? But we look like we’re the same age so that’ll work,” Fives explains, “Ok, next, what are hobbies that women like?”
“Um, well, Padmé likes to read, she has a ton of books, oh, museums, she always wants to go to museums, and um, food? She always has these elaborate menus planned when she entertains,” Anakin looks a little sheepish as he can’t really admit to Fives that he has next to no experience with women.
“Oh, put down ‘animals’, women love it when you say you like cute animals,” Jesse pipes up, “You know I took that picture with a tooka and women can’t get enough of it.”
“You’re supposed to put down what you like to do Fives, not just what you want women to hear,” Dogma jumps into the conversation too.
“Oh, ok, ‘dancing’ because I’d like to take her to 79s and uh, I like to workout so how about ‘fitness’?” Fives suggests, as he receives several nods, he puts those into his profile too.
“Put ‘holofilms’ and ‘grab a drink’ because those are good dates,” Tup has wandered over to help out too now.
“Hey, put ‘pod racing’ too, Padmé loves watching me pod race,” Anakin states proudly.
“Ok, I think that looks like enough,” Fives says, “Now for the ‘get to know me’ part, I wanna sound fun but not too douchey.”
“Good luck with that,” Jesse laughs and thumps Fives’ shoulder.
“Shut up!” Fives lobs a boot in Jesse’s direction.
“Alright so I wanna have some compliments, let her know I’m up for letting her pick what we do… um, what else?” Fives wonders as he types.
“Oh, the letting them pick what to do is good, women just want to tell you what to do, mostly,” Anakin agrees, thinking of how Padmé shot down his last three ideas for a romantic date night. Who’s to say that watching a Gamorrean wrestling match isn’t romantic?
“You gotta put in something that alludes to sex but doesn’t actually talk about sex,” Jesse tells him.
“What? Like a code or something?” Fives isn’t sure what he means.
“Nah, like something that’s a little suggestive but could be interpreted in a couple different ways,” Jesse wiggles his eyebrows as he says this.
“Ah, gotcha, hmmm… Oh! I know!” Fives types some more, “Who knew you were so good at this?”
Jesse just looks smug, “Hey sometimes you just got it.”
“Lemme see what you have,” Anakin reaches for the comm and reads it over carefully, “Ok, yeah, this is good.”
“So hit submit already and let’s see these ladies,” Jesse tells the general.
“Hey, we’re finding me a date, not you,” Fives retorts, getting his comm back from Anakin, “Alright, here goes nothing.” He hits submit and hears a celebratory ding as his profile has now been added to the app.
He starts to review the different profiles that pop up, he has a wide smile on his face as he looks at each one and then swipes right.
“Are you just picking all of them?” Anakin asks, a little taken aback.
“They’re all so beautiful and they sound so sweet, so yeah,” Fives says.
Tup has been looking over his shoulder the whole time, “They are really pretty, maybe I should make a profile?”
“Do it and we can double date,” Fives urges
“Oooh, look at her,” Jesse points to the comm at another woman whose profile is now displayed.
“She’s gorgeous, and she’s a page at the senate so you know she must be smart, oh but she sounds friendly too, and look, she likes a lot of my same hobbies, she’s perfect,” Fives gets a goofy smile on his face as he reviews her profile. He touches the star symbol, “Definitely a super like!”
You hear a ding on your comm and see the notice that you have a super like on Tinder. Intrigued, you decide to open the app and see if you can figure out who it might be. So far, this app has been more of a disappointment than you originally hoped. You’ve had four dates from here, all of them disastrous. Yet still, your hopeless romantic heart keeps you on there, still trying. You scroll through the usual group of politicos and administrators that you always seem to match with thanks to your job with the Galactic Senate, but then you land on a clone trooper profile and see the little animation indicating that he’s your super like.
“Ooh! Who’s that? He’s hot.” Your roommate Lila glances over your shoulder at your comm.
“A clone trooper named Fives, according to this we’re a perfect match,” you tell her, a little skeptical sounding after your other results with Tinder.
“Not just any trooper, an ARC trooper, that means he’s top notch,” Lila points out.
You peruse his profile more carefully; he sounds a touch cocky but sweet underneath it all. And as for his holos, whew, he definitely has it in the looks department. That one of him with just his helmet has your jaw dropping open to say the least.
“I’ve never dated a trooper before,” you mull it over, “But might be a nice change.” Deciding to take the chance, you swipe right.
Almost immediately a chat notification from Fives pops up on your comm.
Thanks for swiping right, beautiful!
You’re welcome, thanks for the super like.
My pleasure, it’s so nice to meet you.
It’s nice to meet you too. So, you’re an ARC Trooper? What does that mean exactly? Also thank you so much for your service to the Republic. We all owe you so much.
It stands for Advanced Recon Commando, it means I go on the more dangerous or challenging missions. And thank you, sweetheart, that’s so nice of you to say.
Wow, that’s impressive!
Thank you, but it doesn’t sound as impressive as working for the senate. You must be really smart. Smart and gorgeous!
Awww, thanks, you’re making me swoon with all those nice compliments.
I’m glad, sweetheart. So, is it too soon to ask you out? I have to be honest this is my first time on here and I don’t know how this usually works.
No, it’s not too soon, honestly, I think I’d rather meet in person sooner anyway, see if we have chemistry in person.
That’s great, I’d really like that. Are you free tonight? I’ll take you anywhere you’d like to go, honey.
You pause for a moment, doubting yourself. Is it too soon? Should you talk to him for a bit more first?
“Oh, come on, what are you waiting for? Go out with the guy, besides who knows how long he’ll be here on Coruscant? You don’t want to miss your chance,” Lila has been hovering the whole time, making encouraging comments during your whole back and forth with Fives.
“Where should we go? I’m so hopeless at this,” you tell her.
“There’s that page party,” she suggests.
“Eh, that might be too loud for a get-to-know-you date,” you shrug and try to wrack your brain for ideas.
“Take him to Café Momo, Jax and I are going there tonight, and we’ll be your stealthy backup just in case,” she replies.
Do you know Café Momo? Do you want to meet me there at 19:00?
That’s perfect! I’ll see you there. Until then, beautiful 😘
“Yay!” Lila does a little happy dance around the room.
“I’m glad you’re so excited,” you laugh at her enthusiasm, although inside you’re feeling just as thrilled.
“I am, it could be the start of something great!” she declares.
“I guess fifth time’s the charm, eh?” you joke.
“Ha, because he’s Fives? You’re a riot,” she dissolves into giggles.
“Come on, help me pick out an outfit!” You tug on her sleeve as you drag her into your room.
“Success!” Fives punches the air, excited.
“I can’t believe how fast you got her to say ‘yes’,” Jesse sounds impressed.
“Hey, some of us have got it and some of us don’t,” Fives responds, smirking at his brother.
“Whatever, idiot, better go scrub that ass of yours so she doesn’t get repelled by your stink,” Jesse retorts.
Fives sniffs at his blacks, “Hmm, good idea.”
You arrive at the café with Lila and her boyfriend, Jax, but you wait five minutes outside after they enter so it won’t look like you brought friends with you to your date. No reason to make Fives feel intimidated right from the start. When you’re ready, you take a deep calming breath and say a little prayer to the Maker before going in. You spot Fives right away. He’s in his uniform with his helmet sitting on the table in front of him and he’s clutching a bouquet of pink flowers in his hand. He looks charmingly nervous as he spots you and stands up.
“Hi, beautiful,” he greets you with a wide smile, “These are for you.” He thrusts the flowers in your direction and winks at you. He’s even more good looking in person and that has to be the nicest smile you’ve ever seen.
“Wow, thank you, that’s so nice of you, no one’s ever actually brought me flowers on the first date before,” you tell him, taking the bouquet and returning his smile. It’s a sweet old-fashioned gesture and one that you appreciate more than you thought you would have.
“Really? Well, I’m glad I’m the first,” Fives steps close to pull out a chair for you to sit down. You wonder if all the clone troopers are this well-mannered, did they have etiquette lessons on Kamino?
After a server droid comes by to take your order, you settle in and make the usual first date small talk with Fives. It all seems to be going well, until you realize you’ve been doing almost all the talking, telling him about where you grew up, your friends, and your job. You figure you shouldn’t let the conversation be too one-sided so you decide to ask him about the hobbies from his profile.
“So, are you reading any good books?” you ask, hoping to see if you have similar literary tastes or to see if you can get a good recommendation for something new.
“Oh, um, nothing right now, it’s kind of hard sometimes to keep up with a book with my missions and all,” Fives looks a little sheepish as he tells you this.
“Oh, sure, I get it. Well, do you have a favorite book or author?” you try again.
“Uh, I like mystery books? I’m not good with titles, what about you?” he seems a touch cagey as he answers and then appears relieved when you start talking about your favorite romance writer. You’re a little disappointed in his lack of a good answer, but he’s listening to you very intently as you describe your favorite series, and he asks several questions about it so at least there’s that.
“I’ll have to check out those novels, they sound very romantic,” he tells you, and he looks so sincere that you believe he really will.
“Well, what’s something else that you enjoy, oh, I know, you mentioned museums in your bio, are there any in particular that you like?” you look at him expectantly.
Fives gives you a slightly panicked look as he replies, “Art? museums?”
“Are you sure about that?” You’re not quite sure why he seems so nervous talking about his hobbies.
Fives nods and smiles again.
“Well, is there a type of art you really enjoy?” You’re starting to feel a bit annoyed; it shouldn’t be so hard to get him to talk about himself.
“Paintings are nice,” he tells you. You wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t say anything else. You sigh internally and think of what else you might talk about.
“O-K, um, what else… uh, what about holofilms, have you seen anything good lately?” you ask, searching for something relatively easy to talk about.
“Oh, yeah, uh… there was that one about the girl and her boyfriend… uh, you know?” Fives looks at you almost desperately as he describes what has to be the most generic holofilm ever.
You let out an audible sigh now, this isn’t going well. You can’t tell if it’s him or if it’s you. Maybe he doesn’t really want to tell you anything about himself. He might just be looking for a quick hook-up like so many others on the app. This is starting to feel like your other bad dates, and you look away for a moment, trying not to show him your disappointment too directly.
Fives watches your face and can see you’re totally frustrated with him; he’s blowing it and he’s not sure what to do. The whole reason he wanted to try dating for real was to find something more than the usual one night stands he’s had in the past. Those were basically random hook-ups with any woman who gave him the right look in 79s. But you seem different, you wanted to go out with him not just because he’s decent looking but because you thought he shared your interests. Before he knows what he’s doing, he just blurts out,
“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I have no idea how to act on a first date, I had my friends help me write that bio because I wanted to meet a woman who liked to do all those things, because they sound like a lot of fun, and well, I haven’t had a chance to do that kind of stuff, it’s just my life is all GAR and the war, and I’m great at my job, but I want more, you know, I want someone who can show me that stuff, I wanna find someone who likes teaching me about it all, someone who can show me that it’s all worth fighting for.”
After that monologue, Fives looks at you with an open and honest expression that makes you want to tear up. All of your earlier frustration with him is gone, instead your heart breaks for the man in front of you who just wants to have a little fun in his life, and he seems to want to do it with you. Gently, you place your hand in his and you give it a little squeeze. He looks at you with hopeful, puppy dog eyes.
“Fives, why didn’t you just tell me that from the start? I like what you said just now, and all I really want is for you to be honest with me,” you reply. You smile at him, and your eyes are softer now.
“I figured you wouldn’t be interested if I didn’t have hobbies that you liked and I don’t even know if the app would have shown me your profile if it didn’t consider us a ‘good match’,” he looks a bit ashamed and he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “I just wanted to go on a real date for once with a smart and pretty woman, someone really special, like you.”
“You think I’m really special?” you ask, touched that he thinks so.
“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Fives tells you and he squeezes your hand to punctuate his words.
“Thank you, Fives, that’s very sweet of you to say,” you pause as your throat is feeling a little tight, “No one’s ever said anything like that to me.” You smile at him and look into those gorgeous golden-brown eyes of his.
“Well, it’s about time someone told you so,” Fives gives you a wink and another million-credit smile.
“I think you’re special too,” you say, feeling your face heat slightly as you look at him.
“Yeah, there’s only one of me in three million, sweetheart,” he chuckles.
You laugh with him, and you think about how much fun it could be to show this sweet soldier around Coruscant, let him experience your little slice of life.
“Do you want to do something else tonight?” you ask.
“Sure, what did you have in mind?” Fives looks eager.
“Well, there’s this late-night art museum we can go to,” you tell him and watch some of the eagerness slide from his face.
“If that’s what you’d like to do, I’m happy to take you there,” he responds politely.
You laugh again, “I’m joking with you, silly, just wanted to see your face.”
“I’d still take you if that’s what you want to do,” he insists, sweetly.
“I think you would, wouldn’t you?” You give him an appraising look and smile, “Nah, you wanna go to a party instead?
“Yeah, I do!” His enthusiasm is back and with a subtle nod to Lila and Jax, you collect your things and head for the door.
The party is your typical overcrowded apartment bash with no food and too much alcohol. People are here to just let loose and relax after a long week at work, and thinking more about what Fives told you, you’re glad you decided to bring him here. In his uniform, Fives is an automatic celebrity, and everyone is thrilled to meet him. He kindly poses for various holos for people’s social profiles. You watch him amused as he seems tickled by the attention; you suppose he’s not used to being a novelty. After shaking hands and doing several shots with his new fan club, you decide you’re ready for some one-on-one time with your date and you ask him to dance.
“Oh yeah, I’d love to, honey!” Fives takes your hand and leads you over to the area that has been designated the dance floor. It’s crowded so you’re dancing really close to him. He puts his hands on your hips, guiding them slightly to move with his.
“You have good moves, Fives,” you lean in closer so you can speak right into his ear. He takes advantage of that to put his arms around your waist and hold you tight to his body. Even pressed up against his armor you can feel the strength of his body beneath it.
“So do you,” Fives tells you and he lazily grinds his hips into yours.
You smile up at him and see he has this sexy little grin on his face, a bit cocky, but the confidence he has is attractive.
“You have a great smile, Fives, and you’re really handsome too.” He’s been so generous with the compliments to you tonight, you feel like he should get to hear how attractive you find him.
You swear you see a slight flush cross his cheeks as he replies, “Thank you, gorgeous, I’m glad you think so.”
Fives is having an incredible time, after he was so sure this date was heading towards disasterville, it’s now turning out to be better than he could have imagined. He chalks it up to you being so sweet and understanding. Thank the Maker you were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt! He holds you close as you dance and he’s subtly moving you over to a darkened corner of the apartment. With as crowded as this party is, it’s easy for him to get you backed up against a wall. He looks down at you and he leans in, resting a hand next to your head while the fingers of his other hand trace your jaw to your chin.
“I’d like to kiss you,” he says, his eyes darting to your lips before they look deep into your own.
“I’d like that too,” you reply, a touch breathless already as he looms over you all big and broad, and you tug him in closer with a hand on his waist. Fives closes the distance between you and captures your lips with his. His kiss is soft and tender at first, but when his tongue brushes against your lips and you open your mouth, the kiss quickly turns fiery. When you finally break apart, your face is heated, and you feel almost drunk from the passion of his kisses.
“Do you wanna come home with me?” You hear yourself ask him.
“I’d love that, if you’re sure?” Fives cups your cheek in one of his large hands as he looks at you to be certain this is what you really want.
“Yes, I am,” you tell him, and you kiss him again, showing him how much you want it.
During the short airtaxi ride to your place, you and Fives share a few kisses and you both let your hands wander a bit. Normally you’d be embarrassed to be so forward in public, but there’s something about Fives that makes you not care at all. It’s fun and sexy and you just want to enjoy it.
When you finally get into your apartment, Fives wastes no time in pushing you up against the door as soon as it’s closed so he can kiss you more passionately now while also trying to find the entrances to your clothing. You put a hand on his chest and pull away from his lips for just a bit.
“Hang on there, trooper, we just got inside, let’s go to my room, first,” you tell him with a soft chuckle.
He nudges your nose with his as he kisses you once more and then says, “Can’t help it, you’re just so sexy.”
You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom, this time though you both take a moment to look at each other. His eyes are shining at you, and he looks so handsome with his lips slightly swollen from your kisses.
“You’re so beautiful, and smart and funny, I’m just so happy to have met you, thanks for giving me a chance,” Fives says as his hands cup your face.
“Thanks for giving me a chance too, Fives,” you reply sincerely.
Fives kisses you again, softly this time, before he steps back so he can remove his armor. You watch with eager eyes and a small smirk pulls up at the corner of his mouth.
“You like what you see, sweetheart?” he asks as he slowly peels his skin tight black undershirt from his body. You gawk openly at his well-muscled chest and defined abs.
“You’re the most incredible looking man I’ve ever seen,” you tell him and without thinking your tongue comes out to wet your lips. You can’t tear your eyes away from him as he shimmies his pants from his hips, and you see him in all his well-endowed manly glory.
“I’m surprised your helmet was big enough to cover you,” you quip at him.
Fives laughs at that, and then winks at you, “Just barely, baby.” He looks you up and down suggestively.
“Do you want me to make love to you with your clothes on or do you think you might take them off too?” Fives jokes with you and your mesmerized expression. You laugh at your own thirstiness and then make quick work of your own clothes until you get down to your bra and panties and Fives catches your hand stopping you.
“Let me take these off,” he says, his voice sounding huskier than before.
With practiced ease, Fives unhooks your bra one-handed and then slowly slides the straps down before removing it all together. He leans down and kisses across the tops of your breasts as his hands come up to cup you. Tenderly his kisses trail down your chest until he sucks one nipple into his hot mouth while his fingers brush over the other, working it into a tight bud. Your fingers card through his hair and you let out a soft moan. Fives nibbles lightly on your delicate peak before switching to the other and repeating the same delightful stimulation. His free hand has started making its way down your body, and when he slides his fingers into your panties and gently rubs light circles around your clit, you let out a mewling sound and your legs wobble from how amazing it feels.
“Maybe you should lie down for this next part?” Fives suggests as he drags your panties down your hips and off your legs.
Eager for more of his wonderful touch, you climb up on the bed and spread your legs to make room for him in between. For a moment, Fives just stares at you and then he crawls onto the bed, slotting his shoulders between your legs so his face is right in front of your pussy. He smiles up at you, giving you another wink before diving in to lick a path from the bottom of your damp folds to the very top where he swirls his tongue around that sensitive nub. You let your head fall back and another moan passes through your lips. You swear you can feel Fives smile against you as his mouth explores every inch of your cunt. His tongue, lips, and teeth move against you in such a way that you are trembling from the sheer pleasure of it all. And when he sucks your clit into his mouth hard, you arch your back and whimper loudly in your pleasure.
“You taste so delicious, sweetheart, I can’t get enough of you,” Fives tells you before flicking your clit with his tongue. While all you can do is moan his name in response, he starts circling your entrance with his fingertip. Gradually, he slides one long digit into your tight passage, pumping it deep, before he carefully adds a second finger.
“Mmm, you’re so wet for me, I’m going to get you nice and ready to take me.” His fingers are moving faster now, and you can feel your pleasure mounting, his fingers and mouth pushing you closer and closer to your climax with each movement. Finally, Fives sucks hard on your clit again and curls his fingers to brush on that special spot and you’re falling apart for him. You tug hard at his hair as you cum and cry out his name so loudly the neighbors are sure to hear it. Tenderly he licks at you as you return to yourself and when he pops his head up to look at you, he looks almost drunk with pleasure himself.
“That was amazing, Fives, I’ve never had it feel so intense like that with someone for the first time,” you confess, and then you grab at him, “Come up here, I wanna make you feel that incredible.”
He scoots up the bed until he’s lying next to you, he props himself up on one arm to look down at you with a lopsided smile, “You’re already making me feel incredible, sweetheart, just seeing how responsive you are to me makes my night.”
You’re about to scoot down the bed to return the favor, but he’s already rolling over on top of you, caging you in between his large arms. He dips his head down to kiss you again before moving to kiss your neck. You can feel him hard and throbbing against your thigh. You slide your legs up around his hips and tell him, “I want you, Fives.”
Fives groans as he finally pushes himself into your hot, tight, wet heat. He goes slow because he knows how large he is, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Maker though, you have him so hard and excited he has to grit his teeth to keep from embarrassing himself like a shiny. He closes his eyes just for a moment as he eases back out of you, and then opens them to look into your beautiful face as he works his way into the hilt. When he’s all the way in he holds himself there letting you adjust to him. You look overwhelmed so he softly kisses you again distracting you. “You’re doing so well, honey,” he praises you before kissing you again.
The feeling of Fives stretching you open is sublime and you gasp as he’s finally all the way inside you. You wait for him to start moving, but he just stays there, kissing you. You listen to his tender words and then you rock your hips against his and squeeze your inner muscles tight around him. When he lets out a low groan, you feel a surge of feminine pride.
“You feel so good, Fives, but I want you to move, please,” you implore him.
Fives responds by gliding back out of you slowly, keeping only the head of his cock inside you before he thrusts back in, faster this time. When you moan out in bliss, he smiles wide and starts to set a steady pace.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re so good, take me so well, and so damn pretty too,” Fives sweet-talks you the entire time he’s pumping into you. It’s like he knows exactly how to touch you and what to say to make you swoon for him, the way he angles his hips has him hitting the perfect spot each time and he keeps whispering the sexiest things in your ear. When his fingers find your clit again, you’re throwing your head back into the pillow and arching your neck. Fives takes advantage of that to nibble and kiss your throat all while continuing to thrust into you.
“Fives! Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum again,” you cry out to him.
“Good, that’s it, honey, let it happen, let yourself go for me,” he tells you as he watches you.
As much as he loved pleasuring you with his mouth, now he has a front-row view to see your lovely face as your orgasm overtakes you. He watches every little expression cross your face and he’s simply mesmerized by it. He’s so far gone in watching you that his own climax is almost a surprise to him. His hands grip your hips tightly and he holds you close as he fills you with his release. He feels a sense of total contentment flood his body and he gently rocks his hips riding out the last flutters of your orgasm.
“Fives, that… was… phenomenal… you’re phenomenal,” you’re still panting as you drift back down from your high. He stays deep inside you as he rolls to his side and clutches you to him.
“You are the phenomenal one, sweetheart,” Fives says before he kisses you again. He stays wrapped up in you for a few minutes before carefully pulling away and heading to your ‘fresher. When he returns, he has a warm, damp cloth and he tenderly cleans between your legs as he continues to tell you how wonderful you were.
When he comes back to the bed, he hesitates for a moment until you motion for him to get back in. He lets a happy sigh out when you snuggle up to him and place your head on his chest. Your fingers are absentmindedly drawing little patterns on his skin.
“Would it be alright if I stay the night?” Fives asks, his voice hopeful.
“I’d like that a lot,” you tell him.
He beams at you and starts to play with your fingers, “I really like you, and I don’t want this to be just a one-time thing, I want to spend more time with you, if you’d let me.”
“I feel the same way, Fives, how much time do you have here on Coruscant?” you ask.
“Three more days,” he says.
“Well let’s make them the best three days ever,” you vow to him and kiss him sweetly before you drift off to sleep.
Four days later, you’re standing in a GAR hangar trying to say good-bye to Fives. You’ve had an incredible time with him, and you can’t believe all this happened because of Tinder. You feel like one of those urban fairy tales that girls always tell each other. He even made a show out of deleting his profile in front of you so you would know he was serious about you.
“Remember you’ll send me a comm at least once a day if you can, right?” He’s asking you.
“Yes, of course,” you promise.
“And don’t be shy with the holos,” he tells you too with a cheeky wink.
“Same to you, handsome,” you reply, “Besides now that your profile is gone on Tinder, how can I see all those great pics?”
“Oh, didn’t you check my contact info in your comm?” He raises an eyebrow at you.
You open your contacts and scroll to his. Not only has he added a bunch of photos for you, including those original ones, he’s also made some changes to the contact text. It now reads:
Fives, ARC Trooper Boyfriend
Notes: Hobbies include hugging, kissing, touching, and loving you
As you let out a happy ‘aww’ sound, he pulls you to him, bends you over his arm, and kisses you passionately.
When he breaks the kiss, you tell him, “You know, Fives, I think this is going to work out perfectly, according to your hobbies, we have so much in common, we're a super match.”
“Oh, you know it, sweetheart!” He laughs and kisses you again.
Thanks for reading!
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i have a request, if you have time of course ! i would like to request some angst to comfort drabbles with diluc? like for example, the reader had a very bad day, and he comforts them
OH MY GOSH TYSM FOR MY FIRST REQUEST!! and of course, I hope it's to your liking ♡
The archons were against you today.
From early in the morning, you should've known to just stay in. The minute you opened your eyes thing started to go downhill, which caused another thing to topple over and another and another and another until you dumped all your plans for the rest of the day and just trailed back home, knowing that staying wouldn't improve anything.
So why not something to cheer yourself up? To treat yourself, since Diluc usually came back home late on days he went out. You never blamed him though, knowing how much he cared for the city behind the scenes, and you wanted to do what you could to support him. So perhaps this would benefit both of you, as a break of sorts.
A dinner. That's all you wanted. You could be finished with cooking by the time he got home, and maybe you could end this day on a good note.
Oh how naive you were.
First, the knife cut your finger. Fine. You could deal with it because accidents happen all the time. Then, it was the fish. Too occupied in nursing your cut, you failed to remind yourself of the scorching salmon on top of the stove, being burn to a crisp by the second. Now you were frustrated. Maybe setting the table first would be a good idea? Absolutely not. Now the expensive wine was staining the clothes Diluc had gotten you not even two weeks ago. You couldn't tell which was worse.
Eventually, the tears began bubbling at your eyes. You swiped at them desperately, scolding yourself for what seemed to be the eighth time today, but the fat streams of helplessness fell and soon you were crouched against the counter.
You were all too occupied to notice the door creaking open at your sniffles, and a slow step approaching you. By the time you realized, he was already in front of you, lowering on his knees to meet your eyes.
"Did someone hurt you?" Despite his gentle gestures, Diluc's eyes flickered with anger---not to you, but to whoever this imaginary culprit was.
But when you shook your head, it died out. Instead, it quickly overflowed with concern as he tilted your chin to look him in the eye, his features softening. "Bad day?"
You nodded. "I spilled your wine."
"You know I don't care about that. Especially when you're like this." Carefully, he wiped your tears with his thumb and lifted you into his arms. It was embarrassing and you almost squeaked, but he ushered you into the bedroom and lowered you onto the bed before you could even protest that you were capable of walking.
He sat down beside you. "Would you like to talk about it?"
"No, it's just all trivial stuff, really," you mumbled. "It was just overwhelming."
When you showed no signs of wanting to continue, he obliged and tucked your head under his chin. You could hear him breathing in your scent, his shoulder relaxing from the usual tension. His own scent of firewood and grape juice soothed your worries, and the tower threatening to crash in your head slowly eased. He was warm. He always was, and his Pyro vision made him even more toasty. So much so that you practically melted into him.
"I know it's overwhelming now, but it'll be over by tomorrow, love, I promise."
You buried your face into his chest. "I'll need compensation if you're wrong."
He raised a brow. "Anything."
He smiled down at you, making your chest swell. "We can do that today."
This made your frown twitch upwards, signaling for him to continue. "Steak or pasta? We can order too if you'd like."
"Not right now," you hushed, falling to the mattress and pulling him with you. You wrapped your arms around his torso and sighed in content. "Let's stay like this for a while."
He only ran a hand through your hair, pressing a light peck to your forehead. "As you wish."
pls don't be afraid to send more requests I love them ♡♡
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Uhm, so I just finished YOU season 3 and my mind is overflowing with yandere ideas. Especially for Itachi... Unlike my all shitty incomplete stories, I will write this one regularly I promise LMFAO. The credit of the art belongs to the artist.
You're mine: Yandere Itachi x Reader (I)
Warnings: Gaslighting, manipulation, yandere tendencies. Based on non-canon AU in the normal 21'st century. (Inspired by You; Netflix)
Summary: Y/n meets the charismatic and attractive bookstore library owner Itachi and they are friendly acquaintances. Bad move because he's found a new prey to be obsessive about.
The very first glance of you triggered something in him, the way you confidently walked in, into the vintage books section, owning the library and not glancing what was near you, what was around you.
You, who are you? Welcome, it's not every day that I get to behold such a sight.
Jane Austen? Are you the feminist type? Want women to be treated equally is that why you dress so modestly? Or... Does the vintage world attract you?
Are you looking for your Mr. Darcy already? (Itachi's thoughts broke for a moment, glancing at your fingers to find no traces of a wedding or an engagement ring) Well, apparently not yet. Good for you.
Maybe Mr. Darcy was only considered a good lover because it was the 19th century.
What is your name?
What are you studying... A laptop, a laptop in your hand, are you currently doing a job? Are you-
A gentle thud on the reception table snapped him out of his thoughts, you looked at him and gulped, almost choking on your saliva. Words can't comprehend how gorgeous he was. A tinge of black kohl on his lower lashes, a messy bun for his long straight hair, a transparent pair of glasses that only accentuated his glorious features. His gentle stress lines and fuck- his charming smile that almost swept you off your feet.
"Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Emma...(He looked at you and quirked a brow) Didn't take you for such a die heart Austen fan." His fingers were swiftly typing on his laptop, eyes fixated on you. Black eyes, with no tinge of impure brown, or any other color. They were terrifying in a way, but still, something about them was enough to lure you in.
"Never seen a librarian get so intrigued." You flashed a flirty smile, winking at him.
You are flirting with me, aren't you? It's given that I don't look bad, handsome even...
But are you the type who wants to just have sex and continue with your day?
No can't be, you're reading hardcover books in an era of stupefying kindle.
Well, I'm not stepping back either, just you see.
“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” Itachi smiled softly, it was barely a half-smile, a faint sign for self-proclaimed victory.
"Northanger Abbey- You read Austen too?" You slightly leaned on him, it was something you had no control on. He was handsome, just the right amount of broody, and also consumed lit like meth. "Sometimes" I can't appear too game now, angel face. Itachi's thoughts were starting to go haywire.
"I'm Y/N" You extended your hand towards him, hoping for a friendly handshake.
"Itachi" He smiled back, gently shaking your hand and giving it a firm squeeze.
Oh, you're wearing one of those E-watches? Come on Y/n, before I could appreciate and worship your name in my head, you showed me a- Oh wow- It's buzzing, 'You' have somewhere to go. (HIs eyes watched the watch screen light up, a reminder for going to the Museum in 1 hour flashed) A museum-type too huh? Do you love art that much y/n? Does it make you feel something? In the wretched anomalies of this filthy world, do you prefer the scenic beauty of writing and art?
"Nice to meet you Itachi, see you the next time I come here." You looked at your watch, tilting your wrist and sighing. God how you wished canceling all your plans and just staying here. Looking at his beautiful face, you could almost imagine his voice tenderly reading it to you. Fuck what was it with his electrifying presence.
You, feel it too. Definitely, I'm not the only one that's feeling it. That's even more wonderful y/n. Looks like we 'are' definitely meant to be. How poetic in itself, meeting at a bookstore library in the middle of the labyrinthine that's this town.
He nodded, handing you over the receipt of this book. "Of course, I hope I am here the next time. I own this library, but I got other things on my plate, y/n"
Perfect, now you know that I am the owner here. Now, I'm giving you the full opportunity to have access to me, to reach me- come on y/n shouldn't you do the same?
No worries, I'll find out everything about you, on my own.
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It seems a few of us in the fandom have had the same idea after getting the release date lol. Here are some things I want to see in Camp Cretaceous season 4:
•More of Darius and Kenji’s conflict, them reconciling and ultimately growing as friends and individuals.
•Yasammy. More development, more cuteness, maybe making them official but at least taking steps in that direction.
•Ben and the group missing Bumpy. I know they resolved that plot point last season but that’s really not how losing a pet/friend works. You don’t just say goodbye and never think about them again. I’m not saying make it a huge deal, just a line here or there will do, but I hope they don’t just forget about her.
•More about Brooklynn. We literally do not know the girl’s last name. We know nothing about parents, siblings, friends…NOTHING. The general vague idea floating around the fandom is that Brooklynn’s parents are kinda sucky (they for sure are, anyone who lets their kid get internet famous at her age sucks major ass, I don’t care if the show decides to try a different angle) but it would be interesting to explore the degree of suckyness and if it’s just stupidity or them using her for money/fame.
•The other campers’ families. Ben and Yaz don’t need much I think, just some confirmations on what their parents or siblings if they have any are like to make them feel more fleshed out. Sammy’s already pretty good but could have more. I really want to know about Kenji’s mom but it’s also not super important, since his main parent that he struggles with is his dad. I think it IS kinda important to find out more about Darius’s mom, and also Brand. I want more emphasis on the fact that Darius is still very much a kid, and what better way to do that than exploring his older family members? On that note…
•Darius catching a break. Poor kid’s been running around taking care of people who are in Yaz and Kenji’s case three years older than he is. They touched on it in season one, but that was one scene and a lot has happened since then. I want a whole subplot about him being stressed and overwhelmed and not wanting to be in charge, especially since clearly their escape plan will go wrong somehow and he‘s fighting with Kenji, who’s been pretty much his biggest supporter
•More shippy stuff. Yasammy is about as on its way to being canon as a queer ship in a kids show can be (I stg if they change their minds at the last minute and say they were just friends the whole time…), but what about the other two? I think this next season is really going to be the deciding factor on whether or not they’re happening. I want to say they will, but Darius and Brooklynn are a bit young and Kenji and Ben got practically no focus as a potential couple in season three so idk.
•Mantah Corp shenanigans. I don’t even know what to put here since we know so little about them and where that plot point could be headed. That should probably change.
•More dunking on Wu. He probably won’t be in this season, but Brooklynn can roast him behind his back a bit
•More Brooklynn being a sassy little shit to incompetent adults actually, that was fun
•Outfit changes!!! I don’t know where, I don’t know how, but I want Yaz to wear her original concept outfit right noooowwwww!!! Seriously, their old stuff has got to be DISGUSTING at this point, not to mention everyone should be growing out of theirs
•Sammy processing her trauma from the whole getting poisoned thing
•Ben properly processing his trauma from literally everything in the last few months
•Actually all of them have a lot to deal with. Group therapy!
•I liked that Yaz’s ankle started acting up again in season three, that’s realistic for sprains, more of that please!!! Maybe not Yaz specifically, I don’t just want her to suffer, but Ben probably has a few injuries that never got treated properly and Sammy just got stabbed. The poison was obviously the big problem but she did very much get mildly stabbed and hasn’t had any treatment for it
•Another injury of some kind on the same level as Yaz. Someone else messes up an ankle, someone falls on a wrist, maybe a wound or something, idk, but I feel like if they want to keep up the stakes they should remind us that even though the kids can’t die, they‘re still not safe. Probably Brooklynn, Darius, or Kenji since the others have already been hurt in some way, and also any one of them getting injured would further develop Darius and Kenji’s argument
•Trouble finding food. Tiff and Mitch’s boat probably has some stuff, but sooner or later they’re going to run out and then it’s time for scavenging on an island that they’re unfamiliar with the vegetation on. That could go badly
•Darius and Yaz bonding. They’re literally the best friendship dynamic in the show. More of them PLEASE. Also a dynamic that has the benefit of letting Darius be a kid
•More Brooklynn and Darius being friends! Their friendship is so precious, I honestly don’t even care if they get together or not bcs I love them so much just the way they are
•More Ben being friends with the other campers. I might’ve simply forgotten, but has he ever even exchanged meaningful words with Brooklynn and Sammy? I still believe their friendship, so kudos to the show there, but just seeing them interacting would be nice
•Just…more bonding between people who aren’t a the gyrosphere pairs and Darius and Kenji/Darius and Ben! But also…
•More bonding between those exact people!!! I just want everyone to spend time together damn it!
•*chanting* Dave and Roxie! Dave and Roxie! Dave and Roxie!
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How will the staff react once they manage to get to Kyuu human world?
You have my sincerest apologies, visitor, for not getting around to this prompt of yours at an earlier date! Admittedly, I had never considered what might transpire if Kyuu had the means to return to her world made available to her.
(I legitimately made myself cry when composing these.)
Our headmaster, in a manner both stiff and officious, would ask her several times to confirm if truly, in her heart of hearts, her decision was the product of a sound mind and honest deliberation. Once it becomes apparent her choice is final, his shoulders sag in surrender.
All she can manage is a bittersweet smile: their relationship, while one-sided and exasperating at times, had become something quaint and tender in its own right over the years. He gathers her in his arms and whispers into her ear a final goodbye.
As soon his dear intern crosses the threshold to her world, he turns his back in a noble effort to set an example to the rest of the staff. This is of course a shoddy act to those who know him: all somber, with none of his usual theatrics... as a man of aspirations, unafraid to put himself or his beloved establishment before others--how was a mere unremarkable human able to become something so endearing to him?
If one were to look closely, they'd find none of the trademark glimmer of assurance often seen in the alchemy professor's ashen gray gaze. His last hours alone with Kyuu are spent focused on her appearance: henpecking the creases in her in her clothes, fixing flyway locks from her ponytail. She can't rightly show up before friends and family looking slovenly and unkempt, he quips when she fusses under his touch. The nostalgic lilt of his statement is enough to silence her and stifle some tears.
When it is time for them to go their separate ways, Crewel smoothly seizes her hand and brings her face to his collar. He pats her on the head, breathing a sigh before taking a step away. His countenance is unreadable.
“You have so much potential. Your unique glow... never allow others to stifle it.”
The days that follow her departure pass uneventfully; a disappointing blur of unremarkable happenings. He wanted so much to help her more, he laments over lukewarm espresso one morning.
He hopes for the best.
Lucius is far more direct and vocal at expressing his upset than his counterpart when news of Kyuu’s plans reaches them. Beforehand, the history professor himself takes pains in avoiding her whenever possible; he’s loath to see her go, though he knows it’s for the best, there’s this anguish in the depths of his heart. He only relents when she requests they have tea together one last time the morning of her departure. The occasion is a heavy, bittersweet one: it passes largely in silence, with Lucius seeking constant attention in the form of pets and treats from the ex-intern. The professor knows that if he allows himself to speak his mind, there’s a good chance he’ll cause Kyuu regret or misgivings--as a father and an educator, he knows this is no time to be selfish.
He adapts as a mantra as tried and true adage: ‘If you love them, then set them free.’
And set her free he does. Kyuu’s heart nearly breaks when she catches a glimpse of his sorrowful visage when she steps out of his embrace, towards the portal to her world. Tears form in her eyes, clouding her vision. There’s so much she wants to tell him, and for a moment she falters, wondering if she is making the right choice.
“Go,” he smiles. “Take what you have learned and do us proud.”
She returns the gesture with one of her own, nodding. Her hushed reply is brimming with warmth, sincerity, and love:
“Thank you for everything.”
Our dear coach is quick to tears, making no effort to conceal his dismay. He’s a man of many passions; not at all uncaring like his colleagues seem to be. To hell with bravado, he thinks in passing as he charges straight at the ex-intern to wrap her in a mighty (and nearly crippling) bear hug. She winces and wheezes in his grip... just who, exactly, is supposed to be consoling whom on this occasion?
Well, his frank approach is plenty heartwarming in its own way. She returns the hug as best she can.
“Kyuu,” he sizes her up a final time. The smile he wears is jubilant but tinged with grief. “You’ve really come into your own here. Promise me... you’ll start taking better care of yourself and work out daily once things are back to normal back home.”
She nods after a moment’s hesitation.
Vargas is unusually serious for a good month after that fateful day. Even on his off-hours, he’s nigh unapproachable.
The proprietor of the Mystery Shop is all grins and nudges in jest, but there’s a contrived quality to his usual happy-go-lucky, sunny disposition. He knows well that their intern longs for home and that her departure was eventual. Although he’s of the opinion hers is a dull place, it is all the more beloved because of its familiarity.
He shakes her hand, making every effort to stay professional. He discreetly presses a minute trinket--a necklace--into her palm.
“Experience is what shapes us; you’ve seen plenty of that change yourself, banshee. You’re sure to surpass others’ expectations.”
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Better Together - Part 1
Jun-Ho arrived home late. He always did, but tonight was different, after days looking for his brother he finally had a lead. A billion questions ran through his mind while he took off his shoes and coat. He moved to sit on the couch while looking at that weird card, thinking of that man and the possibility of all being true.
-Hey there, stranger. – You said, sleep in your eyes as you were woken up by the door.
-Hey, baby. – Jun smiled at you, it was clear as day that you were exhausted, he felt a little bad for waking you up but was happy that you were there.
You turned on the lights, walking to sit on the couch, legs stretched out on your boyfriend’s lap. As you made yourself comfortable you heard him scoff.
-Why do you still wear that? – mentioning to your oversized shirt.
-Because I love Jimin, that’s why. – you had a lazy smirk on your face, thinking of the day you got that ridiculous shirt.
-Juuuuuun, I’m home. – you declared while holding your jacket closed as you moved to the living room, where your boyfriend was watching tv.
-Hey, how was your day out? – he asked, motioning for you to sit on his lap.
-It was good. But I have a surprise! – you had that look on your face he loved so much, the one which you had when you were about to prank him or tell a bad joke.
-Does it have anything to do with the fact that you’re still with your jacket on? – he asked, looking at you with his detective look.
-Yes! Ta-dam! – you said as you opened your jacket, showing him the photoshoped picture of you and Jimin kissing you had printed on a giant white shirt.
-No. You are not wearing that. – he said while trying to get the shirt off.
-Why not? I love him! – you exclaimed, trying to keep the shirt on.
-Because I don’t want to see anyone else touching my girl, besides you have me. – now he was just tickling you, trying to get your hands away.
-But you don’t even kiss me as I get home! – you were laughing now.
Your boyfriend stopped, with a look of fake hurt. One that he knew you’d always fall for, your caring nature never lying, one of the many reasons he fell for you.
-No baby, it was just a joke, it’s okay. – you said, looking at him now with no smile, just him sitting on the couch.
In just one second he grabbed you by the hips, making you sit on his lap facing him.
-It’s ok, because I’m the only one who can do this. - he said while actually kissing you.
The shirt after that was never touched again, sitting in a drawer. You put it on today just for the joke, hoping Jun would get home earlier.
-What’s that? – you asked while picking the card from his hand. – A phone number?
-It’s a lead on In-Ho. – he answered, sighing heavily.
-Where did you get this? – looking at him, waiting for him to explain.
In one rushed monologue he told you everything, from In-ho to the weird man called Gi-Hun, to all the game. Thinking of it, you hugged your legs close to your chest, resting your head on your knees.
-It can’t be true, Jun. Even if it was, then the guy would have to go back to the game, right? If everyone had such life-ending debts, then many people would agree to participate for money, hope is naturally human. But how would they get people willing to obey every command? If it’s real then there has to be a leader, if not this whole thing could go wrong. Also, they wouldn’t be able to get away with so many missing people. – you stated.
After years in the police it was easy for you to understand how criminal organizations worked. You were a profiler, not one to get in the middle of action, preferring to use your brains. You could go and get inside an investigation but with no muscle built and being a woman, the other officers didn’t like the idea, besides you never liked violence.
The only one who treated you like an equal was Jun-Ho, something you appreciated. And after so long with flirty conversations, Jun-Ho asked you on a date and everything escalated from that.
-I know, but I have to be sure, if my brother is in there…- he didn’t need to finish, you knew how important his brother was to him.
-Go take a shower and sleep, when you wake up we’ll discuss what to do. – he hummed in response, getting up and heading to the bathroom. When you heard the water running, you picked your phone up, dialing the number written on the card, your thumb hovering over the call button. After much deliberation in your head, you thought of In-Ho, of Jun, you knew that he’d go no matter what and you couldn’t let him go alone, so you pressed the button.
The voice was strange, robotic with no emotion as it asked for your information. You gave it and hung up, letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
-What did you just do? – Jun asked, now with a towel around his hip and his hair wet.
-I got in, so we can both search for your brother. – you said, not looking at him.
-And what if all of it is true? What if you play the game and get hurt? Or killed? I can’t help you in there! – he exclaimed, nervous.
-It’s for the best, I go in as a player and you find another way in, that way both of us can search in different places. – you looked up and could see that he knew you were right, it was logical, but he couldn’t help but think of you hurt. – I’m going to be fine, Jun, if we work as a team, we can pull it off. If Gi-Hun was telling the truth then when they come to pick me up you can get in the car or follow it somehow.
He went to the bedroom and after ten or fifteen minutes you followed suit. He laid on the bed, back to you and you did the same. A little after you felt his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, he kissed your shoulder and whispered – I love you, we are going to finish this.
You smiled as you put your hand over his, closing your eyes to drift off to sleep.
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tickletober day 16/nope: treat
shhh time is soup and i just really wanted an excuse to write lee!Molly before tomorrow
Molly’s not sure what it says about him, that his instinctive reaction to meeting someone interesting is to press himself up against them like he can soak up all that liveliness through his pores. Doesn’t much care, when Jester is right here next to him sketching some very fancy dicks onto his coat in chalk so that he can embroider them in later.
He should probably be planning out colors to match the gaudily appointed sunburst next to the new pattern. Instead, he pushes his head a little more firmly against her bent knee and tightens the arm slung lazily around her waist - perfectly positioned to sneak some fingers underneath, if she was so inclined - and purrs as he sends his tail to wind mischievously around her wrist. “Make that one bigger,” he snickers. “Gonna dedicate it to Beau, so it needs all the dickishness it can get.”
“Mol-ly,” Jester giggles back. “Let go, I have to finish!”
They don’t even last a second of eye contact before the both of them burst out laughing. “Won’t,” he protests, looping an extra coil around her thumb. “Just… draw harder, why don’t you, it’s good exercise.”
She scoffs through one last snort of laughter, reaching out to flick one of his horns. “You really want attention, huh? Attention… and snuggles…”
A hint of fang peeks out. “And tickles?”
See, this is why Jester’s his favorite (shut up, it’s Yasha, of course it’s Yasha, but he’s allowed to be fickle) - Molly sprawls a little further, stretching his arms expectantly above his head, and waits.
Except Jester doesn’t tickle, just grabs his tail with her free hand, and - okay, he’s had his tail pulled before, kind of likes it in the right, ah, situation, but it’s not what he wants right now.
Molly opens his mouth to ask for what he does want. Closes it. Settles for wriggling aggressively and pouting up at her, just in case if she’ll take pity on him before he actually has to say it-
He’s just in time to catch Jester smoothing a fingertip over the underside of his tail, right above the spade, and - ah, that’s a feeling, shooting up every muscle and right to the back of his neck and the roots of his lungs-
“Ha - oh - shihit-”
He forgets sometimes that Jester worships a chaos god - at least, until her eyes sparkle like that. “Aw, you didn’t know your tail was ticklish? Oh, Molly…”
He can practically feel his pupils blowing wide, flushed and giddy like a tyke with a new treat. “I - dear-”
Jester shimmies excitedly and starts to tickle her way up the slender whip of muscle. “See? Mamma showed me, it’s a tiefling thing, and if you go just along here-”
Molly loses the rest of the sentence to frantic cackling, slapping helplessly at her with his palms. A mistake, drawing attention up there - the blunt tip of Jester’s tail sneaks up his ribs and into his armpit, and that tickles even worse. “Ahahah - oho - wait, not there too, just - wahahait!-”
Jester’s purring, her whole body vibrating with it nearly as badly as his own laughter’s shaking him. “Wait? How come? Didn’t you want to be tickled so, so much, Molly?”
He’s a little past wanting at this point, thoughts slipping like soap dunked in the splashes of sensation flooding up his chest - he curls in on himself, weakly clutching his arms against his chest and stuffing as much of his tail as he can get under his knees and somehow still desperately hoping that Jester will be able to pry him back open and tickle even more.
There’s a flash of relief as Jester’s cool presence thumps against a span of heated skin - and then she’s reaching over to scribble at the small of his back, just above his traitorous, horrible tail, and he howls. “Nohoho - ha, ahahaaaa, eheee!!!”
His muscles melt under the assault, and then she’s digging into the gap between his knees and chest and tickling everywhere, and he-
For once, it feels like he’s just close enough.
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hello rosie! it's always nice to see more enstars writers on here — i'm wishing you all the best for your new blog!! if it's alright, may i request some hcs for rei and a childhood friend s/o? i'm a sucker for these kinds of dynamics haha. thanks in advance! ♡
hi!! thank you very much anonnie ♡♡ rei is (as expected) one of my dear favorite so i was pretty excited for this one, hope it turns out well!
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Rei x childhoodfriend!S/O
oOo. i think we all agree that Rei in general is a doting and clingy boyfriend. there won't be a day without his nags and touches. if there comes a day where you or both of you were busy, get ready to be served with Rei being dramatic over not being able to get lovey-dovey with you the whole day.
oOo. being a childhood friends, means Rei is already part of your family. i think your parents would love him very well! they treat Rei as if he were their own son (they love to bring him sweet snacks or their own signature dish when he performed as a way to show their love) and maybe constantly asking you two to get married already.
oOo. that being said, you were also part of the Sakuma household. Ritsu might even have a favoritism towards you as his sister (or future sister-in-law i suppose?) rather than his brother which makes the old man sad. you will have to comfort him though, he's currently laying down in his coffin. good luck~!
oOo. childhood friends means you two were there for each other for almost your entire life, right? that means you have a lot of weapons to obtain your desired reaction from the Rei Sakuma! normally it'd be hard to have him flustered but with you knowing all his weaknesses and old embarrassing memories he wishes everyone forget? even he has to admit defeat.
oOo. though, not really. executing a sweet revenge is as easy for Rei since he also has all the informations he needed about you. even without that, Rei was (almost) always able to trick people into reacting the way he wants to. so he has double or even triple the power towards you.
oOo. i have this image of you two cuddling up on the couch warmly until one of you brings up old memories. it caught the other one off-guard but quickly recover to do a fight back. and thus the peaceful and warm cuddle session ended up as a teasing-war. hold your composure, Rei isn't an easy opponent!
oOo. aside from the teasing and all that, being a friend since childhood means that Rei knows every little sign if something's wrong, he knows places you go to unwind whenever life is becoming hard, he knows when all that you need was a cup of hot chocolate and hugs. and of course he'd serve it to you whenever he sees you need it.
oOo. that applies to you too, since you were a living witness to his life, you'll know it that even the Rei Sakuma also needs comfort and emotional support. you'll be able to see and notice the sign when he needs to be doted and loved. please give it to him, the old man is unknowingly fragile on the inside so you shall shower him with your love.
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Howie, maybe it's time you went back to work. I would help take care of Jee-Yun, and I know Anne and John would, too. They said so.
requested by anonymous (x2)
Image ID: gifset of a scene from 911: Season 5 Episode 4, Home and Away
gif 1: Chim is sitting on the couch in the living room talking to Albert via videocall while he opens his bills. As he opens his bills, Albert says, “It's been months. Uh-huh. All I do is roll hoses, I make coffee, I clean. This isn't being a firefighter. I-It's being a maid.” Chim responds without looking up, “I could use a maid.”
gif 2: Albert is using his phone for the call at work. He responds, slightly annoyed, “Okay, what is so interesting about your mail?“
gif 3: Chimney looks at the screen and says, “Seeing as how you've never actually lived in a place where your name is on the lease,” As he talks, he reaches to his side to grab another bill.
gif 4: On Albert’s screen, we see Chim hold up a bill as he says, “this is called a bill. You pay them.”
gif 5: Albert looks away, and says, “ha ha ha” in an unamused tone.
gif 6: Chim continues holding up bills, “This one keeps the lights on. And this one makes sure your niece doesn't freeze at night.“
gif 7: Albert responds, “I forgive you for being snappish. I know you're not irritated with me.“
gif 8: Chim makes a gesture that indicates “you sure about that?” as he opens another bill and says, “I don't know. I've got plenty of irritated to go around.“
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dont you play with my heart
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I’m dying to gif Debris and type out all the ideas I have for it but my hands are doing their thing so I’m just stuck in my head and so, so grateful to all the other people discussing it on here because a) you have wonderful brains and pay so much attention to detail and b) it’s really nice to see other people excited about it too
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I've never read a manga this fast. the action just yanks you along by the throat. exhilarating
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Okay, changed my icon last night for obvious reasons (thank you, Lydia, for making me both options).
It’s a beautiful day to remember that I need to prepare for the return of Veronica Mars, Stranger Things, and The Rain.
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i just watched the shameless season final and it left me super emotional! carl’s outburst of self-doubt? heartbreaking. debbie prioritizing carl’s needs? heartbreaking. ian and fiona’s goodbye scene, with ian providing emotional support and reassurance? heartbreaking. fiona’s quiet departure to somewhere closer to the equator? heartbreaking.
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My opinion on Squid Game Characters
This is very diferent from my regular content but I watched this show 3 days ago and I enjoyed the fuck out of it so here we goooo!!
Why the hell is the main character of the show underrated??? I literally don't get it.
He is the most realistic character in the show.
I know for a fact that if he is one of your favorite characters, you have daddy issues. Saying this from my own experience.
He is literally so sweet and huggable?? I love him so much<3
He cares so much for the people around him.
Extremely emotionally intelligent.
He struggles a lot, but deep down hes a good person because of his love for his daughter and his upbringing.
HE LITERALLY HAS THE WARMEST LOOK!?!? HIS EYES ARE SO KIND AND HIS SMILE IS SO SOFT.
once again I question.... Why the hell is he underrated??
The people who stan him are the coolest istg.
Am I the only one who has this internal struggle of sometimes seeing him in a fatherly way and other times simply finding him hot?? Maybe I have issues but whatever ig.
His dynamic with Sae-byeok is so sweet, he defienetly became a father figure of sorts for her.
Sang-woo didn't deserve his friendship with Gi-Hun.
I will defend this character with my life.
She rightfully gets the attention she deserves.
I literally fell in love with her at first sight, she is so pretty.
I love her to pieces.
Shes my literal girlfriend.
I love her character development so much.
HER HAIR?? I LOVE HER HAIR SO FUCKING MUCH IT LOOKS SO FLUFFY.
She had some great badass moment throughout the show, especially in the beggining.
Her motivation was one of the most valid one out of all of them.
My girl just wanted to bring her mom back from North Korea and for her brother to get out of the orphanage.
I'm happy she managed to survive many of the games but she deserved to win alongside Gi-hun.
Someone give this girl a hug.
I wish Gi-hun could've reasured her about the promise.
It makes me so sad that she got killed by a calculated and cold person. I wish that she could've died peacefully.
We all saw her in that suit right??? She looked gorgeous.
I also am so glad that her character was never wierdly sexualized in the show.
She deserves the world.
For starters, I absolutley adore this man.
He was so hard-working and dedicated himself for his little family. His boss was a dick who treated him horribly.
His hair is also extremely fluffy I love it sm.
He is extremely loyal and has a heart of gold. Sadly, that was what eventually killed him.
He was too much of a good human being for this cruel and selfish game.
His introduction was so cool!?!? He single handedly saved Gi-hun's life.
He was strong enough to survive 3 very hard and life-threatening games, it's sad that his good heart and pure trust was what killed him.
The actor did a fantastic job with Ali, I hope to see him in other projects soon.
He loved his family so much.
Ali was so considerate of other people??for example, when Sang-woo wanted him in his team, Ali looked at Gi-hun first to make sure that it was okay for him to accept without hurting anyones feelings.
The only flaw this man has was being too naive.
He is so pretty I love him so much.
He was literally such an easy character to get attached to.
I also loved the South Asian representation in K-drama media!?!? I am not South Asian myself but I personally believe it was very strong rep compared to other K-dramas!!
I literally cried so much when he died, I was full on sobbing. My mom kept calling me dramatic for it lol.
He should've won in the marble game.
WE ONLY GET TO KNOW HER FOR TWO EPISODES BUT I IMMEDIETLY LOVED HER.
She is so fucking cute.
I love her hair and make-up sm.
She has such a carefree attitude I loved it.
Is it kind of concerning that I relate to some aspects of her backstory....?
Her commentary on religion was chefs kiss.
I wish we got to see more of her before her death.
She deserved to have a normal family and childhood.
I love how she spoke her mind with ease, including contreversial topics.
She didn't deserve to be in jail for killing her abusive father who literally killed her mother!!!
"Thank you...! For playing with me..."
Her and Sae-byeok deserved to go to Jeju island and have a girls night.
Can we talk about how selfless this girl was? She literally sacrificed herself for a person she met a few days ago.
Her smile right before she died made me cry so hard.
He is so attractive... that was literally the first thing I thought when I first saw him lmfao.
Nah but besides that he is also very cool!?!? The way he infiltrated the Squid Game facilities with such ease was very intresting to watch.
The moment between him and the vip made me gag, the vip was so gross for that and im glad Joon-Ho put him in his place.
HOW TF DID HIS PHONE BATTERY LAST SO LONG WHEN HE NEVER EVEN CHARGED IT!?!?
His character was done so dirty in the end, he tried so hard to bring his brother back just for his brother to shoot him.
Call me delusional but I still do not think that he is actually dead?? We didn't actually see him die and there is a possibility he could've survived the fall since it was in the ocean and he only got shot in the shoulder.
He was strong asf, both mentally and physically.
I really enjoyed how he was pretty awkward at first when he was undercover but then he managed to adjust better overtime.
In general I hope we get to see more of him if we do get a season 2.
Most of his stans annoy me, im sorry.
I hate how their argument to justify his actions is that he is "realistic".
Just because a character is selfish and a bad person at core doesn't make him realistic... Sheesh y'all make me loose hope in humanity sometimes.
Sang-woo has been selfish from the very beggining, he literally stole money from clients!!
Theres nothing realistic about setting up your bestfriend to certain death in the second game like....? He was willing to go that far already?
He killed Ali without feeling any sort of guilt. He literally only flinched and acted like nothing happened, which could be blamed on the writing, but it also shows where his morals lie.
There was seriously no need for him to kill Sae-byeok, she was already injured enough, what was the point of killing her so cruely?
He literally killed the man who helped him in the glass game the moment that he wasn't any use of him.
I actually found him much more dangerous than Deok-su who was atleast transperant about his actions.
The actor did an amazing job and I love the guy who plays him!
ALSO I HATE HIS CHARACTER BUT I WILL SAY THAT HE IS ATTRACTIVE.
And I must admit the character is a very well-written and intresting one, but he is someone whos actions cannot be fully justified, or even fully understood.
Do I hate him? Yes.
Do I think that without him the show would be less engaging? Yes.
I find him a very intruguring character, I actually see him as a reflection of Sang-woo of sorts.
We do not talk about the bathroom scene.
I found his relationship with Mi-nyeo funny, im sorry my humor is literally that bad.
The actor actually played the part perfectly! I actually appreciate the amount of work he put into this character.
Also the actor is literally a sweetheart who posts fan edits and pictures of his cats. If you send him any death threats I swear to god-
HE HAD HIS FUNNY MOMENTS ALRIGHT?? HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS WERE ALWAYS ON POINT.
But in general, his character was obviously someone I heavily disliked but also someone who was enjoyable nonetheless.
Annnnd thats a wrap for the characters I wanted to talk about!! Thank you for sticking with me til the end. Who is your favorite character in Squid Game and why? I would love to know!<3
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headcanons of baji mitsuya hanma mikey and draken after a fight? how they get you to forgive him or apologize 🥺 thank you ❤️
𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, baji keisuke, mitsuya takashi, hanma shuji
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i just make up characterizations as i go like every day they’re different people ndjsjdjd but oh well
✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 knows that times like this are ones he needs to mature in, that he owes you more than a simple apology he offers through a smile. it’s quiet, and he holds his breath when he sits next to you, heart dulling when you tense and scoot away slightly from his presence. and it hurts, it stings to know that you could find someone who does all the right things, who gives you more, but he needs you here—even if that makes him selfish. “i’m sorry,” he mumbles, eyes downcast as he adds “i didn’t mean it.” and when the silence thickens, it screams at him that this is the end, that this is where paths part and his heart splits in two—but your arms wrap around his torso. and the tears prick both of your eyes when you whisper “quit being mean,” through a pout. with a watery chuckle, he wraps himself tightly around you, a firm kiss to your forehead that he hopes you can feel his promises through. “i will, baby,” he hums, bringing you as close as he can.
✿ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 doesn’t meet your eyes, he doesn’t know what to say or how to fix what he’s started as he slouches in front of your door, shoulders slumping at the narrowed gaze you send his way. he’s not good with words, can’t open up and tell you all the things he wants you to know so desperately. so he shows you—but now, he thinks, now it seems he can’t even do that right. “i’m…i was out of line yesterday,” he whispers, offering a shaky “i’m sorry.” you raise your eyebrows, and his heart crumples, burning in his chest and spreading through his body, setting him ablaze from within. he doesn’t know how he’ll spend his days without you making them a little bit brighter. “oh, are you?” you ask with pursed lips. he nods slowly, eyes panicked at their depths, and slowly, you reach forward and wrap your arms around him with a heavy sigh. he’s never gripped you so tightly before, not letting himself offer you a chance to slip away. “yeah, i really am,” he promises, wobbly smile on his face when you rub his back soothingly.
✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 feels his heart shatter at the first fall of your tears, eyes widening and shoulders sagging in defeat. he’s not meant for love so gentle, he thinks, not meant for someone as sweet, as careful as you—someone who’s always treated him like he’s precious. he wonders if he’ll ever be able to reciprocate the same, but he knows he’ll never stop trying. with a hesitant hand, he reaches forward, voice considerably softer from the earlier shouting as he whispers “hey, it’s…it’s okay, don’t cry. ‘m sorry.” he expects you to flinch, to pull away, to turn and walk out and never come back—and he thinks you should, but you don’t. instead, you lean forward, surprising him as you clutch his shirt and lean into him, whispering “‘s okay, keisuke.” a breath of relief escapes him, and his own hands fist your shirt too, desperately hoping you don’t disappear, ever. “shouldn’t cry over someone like me, babe.” you sniffle, delicately kissing his jaw, and he promises he won’t be the cause of your pain ever again.
✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 isn’t sure how he’d let himself get so harsh, how he’d let himself talk to you like that, but his heart is sore, it aches at the thought, and it’s clear in his demeanor. his hands clutch your wrist tightly as he stares at you with wide eyes. they’re filled with fear, with regret, with doubt as he pleads “don’t leave, okay? i’m…i’m really sorry.” and his grip tightens a bit when you sigh, breath coming out shaky as your hand comes forward to cup his cheek. he hastily meets you halfway, leaning forward and savoring in the touch that he’s now come to consider as home. “i’m not leaving. was just gonna clear my head,” you reassure, planting a kiss to his forehead, making his eyes close and grip loosen a bit. with a small tug, he pulls you close and buries his face into your neck, murmuring promises of how he’ll be better—and he will, you know he will, and you show him that with the soft kiss to his temple.
✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 groans when you pull away from his touch, clenching his jaw as he realizes you’re still not over last night. he thought a bit of time should’ve fixed it, but it’s apparent in the way you’re seated away from him on the couch, the way you don’t let him touch you that it’s still fresh in your mind. but his scowl falters a little when he sees the look of pure disappointment on your face. it makes him tense a little, doubt flooding his mind instantly. he doesn’t think he can handle being something you come to regret. “hey, ya still upset over last night? come on, you know i didn’t mean it,” he pokes your arm, mumbling a quiet “kay, i’m sorry, you know,” when you don’t answer. the moments pass, and he’s almost hallow, everything slowly turning dull without your smile, and he’s slowly losing himself to panic as he sits. “you should be, jackass,” you huff after a bit, though you don’t argue when he pulls you into his lap. he presses his lips to yours a little harder, kisses you a little needier, the tenseness in his shoulder loosening only when you stroke his hair, hugging you to his chest when he pulls away. “already said i am,” he grumbles, flicking your forehead affectionately.
𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!
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ribs , bucky barnes
— (fem!avenger!reader x avenger!bucky)
summary; When Bucky arrives at the compound after years of loneliness, the person he finds comfort in is you.
warnings; fluff, angst, kissing, fools falling for each other, mentions of trauma, some medical stuff, reader likes to steal things.
word count; 2,037
a/n; okay, i had so much fun writing this piece, it’s my baby. enjoy <3 - stellie
“Hey,” Steve lightly knocked on your open door.
“You’re back,” you set your copy of Frankenstein to the side. It had been a gift from Banner for your birthday.
Steve leaned his broad frame against the wall. “I need you to stay up here for awhile, we brought him back.”
There were a lot of him’s that Steve could have brought back. Hostages, fugitives, ghosts that the government had long forgotten.
“Bucky,” he clarified. “He’s in medical.”
You knew who Bucky was. Former sergeant of the 107th, Steve’s best friend, and recovering Hydra assassin, among other things.
Steve and Sam had been looking for him for months, scrambling and chasing after him to get him to the compound. You were convinced that Bucky would consistently outrun the two for as long as he could, and the government would just catch him first.
“Is he here legally? He’s a wanted criminal,” you looked at Steve like he had five heads.
“Might’ve pulled some strings,” he shrugged. “Just don’t come out of your room, he’s unstable.”
Were they always going to treat you like you couldn’t handle anything around here?
“Rogers,” you huffed as he began to walk out. “I have some of the best medical knowledge in the compound, and you’re makin’ me sit here?”
“Yup,” his feet padded softly across the floor, and you watched him disappear down the stairs.
You flopped onto the bed like a starfish, making a mental list of things you could do to entertain yourself. Nothing really, that was your answer. You should be down there helping the medical team with any wounds Bucky may have, but Steve will scold you silly for leaving your room as soon as he gets the chance.
Well... Steve would get over it.
Thank god you were a trained spy, more or less, because the compound was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Medical would be crowded when you walked in, you’d bet the knife you stole from Nat’s collection that Bucky was strapped down to a bed as someone tried to bandage his nasty cuts.
Your instincts proved right.
Bucky was groaning, calling out for something you didn’t understand, legs and arms strapped down. He’s unstable, that’s what Steve said. Steve has a hand on Bucky’s shoulder in a weak attempt to comfort him as the medical personnel rid him of the caked dirt and blood on his skin.
You should be slapped over the face for being so curious, but Bucky has always fascinated you. Sam is in the corner of the the room with his head down, and you remember looking over Bucky’s records with him late at night, or that trip to the Smithsonian to see if you could catch Bucky lurking at his own memorial.
Something about Bucky was beautiful. Broken, but still beautiful. You can’t register it now as hot tears streak down his face, but it clicked with you when you read about him, or when Steve told stories.
“What did I tell you?” Suddenly Steve was stood over you, arms crossed.
“Oh... Captain,” you shoved your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. “I was just—“
Bucky groaned and cried out in pain. Sam tried to do what Steve had done, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. He didn’t seem like the touchy-feely type.
“He could lash out at you,” Steve blocked your view of the hospital bed. “He doesn’t know who you are.”
“So? I’m the only person that can really help with his stitches. He’s hurting.”
“Fine,” Steve said through gritted teeth. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
You walked through the small crowd of nurses tending to Bucky, and naturally, they let you through. A prodigy, that’s the word they liked to throw around, with an organic understanding of human anatomy. The whole compound was surprised you had never gone to med school, and that you just preferred to play checkers with Wanda or help Sam on a mission.
“It’s okay,” you whispered, observing the deep gash down the inside of his right arm. “Can I touch you?”
Bucky thrashed around again, and Sam backed away. “Y/N, he’s having a moment. I wouldn’t go near him.”
“Sam, I have to seal that up,” you disregarded the danger you were in. “He’ll get an infection.”
The infamous Winter Soldier, and he just stared up at you with glassy blue eyes and fearful expression. He mumbled incoherent things under his breath, you wanted nothing more than to understand him.
It seemed like he hadn’t been understood in an awfully long time.
You grabbed all your things from the table to quickly mend him, holding a bandage between your teeth. He fought you, his metal arm tearing one of the restraints, but Bucky eventually let up.
“Relax, Buck,” Steve urged him from behind you.
“All done,” you smile and step away. “Everything else looks fine, you can handle it?”
Steve simply nodded, and you went back to your room.
A week had passed by since Steve brought Bucky to the compound. The air got cold and it rained almost everyday, which meant morning runs were no longer on your daily agenda.
You hadn’t seen Bucky come out of his room. It wasn’t surprising, Sam mumbled a few things here and there about him having a hard time adjusting, that he still got erratic. Being used as a human weapon for over half a century will do that to you.
Being on a mission would’ve been ideal right now. You’re bored in the compound, like a sad princess in her ivory tower. A knock on your door stirred you out of your haze.
“It’s open,” you flipped to the next page of your book. It’s about surgical history, you figured the medical team downstairs wouldn’t miss it from their decorative bookshelf.
Bucky stood in your doorway, looking slightly less upset than the last time you saw him.
“Steve told me this was your room,” he swallowed. “I’m across the hall.”
“I know,” you stared at him for a bit too long. It was strange, hearing him speak.
He pulled his shirt sleeve up, showing you the stitches you had made not long ago. “Can you check these?”
“Of course,” you patted the space on the mattress beside you. “Sit for me.”
Bucky sat down, eyeing his arm where the stitches were. His dark hair fell in his face, and you wanted so badly to push it behind his ears, to see him.
You checked the area around the stitches, making sure they were all intact and that nothing was infected. You had told Steve to make sure Bucky puts Neosporin around the wound every night, and it looked like he had been doing just that.
“Looks fine,” you took your hand away from his arm. “I can take them out soon.”
“Thanks,” he pulled his sleeve back in place. “I hope I didn’t bother you.”
“Not at all,” god, the way you wanted to reach out and touch him.
Bucky’s eyes shifted to yours, glimmering blue.
“When can I come back? For you to take them out?” He asked.
You let out a breath. “Three days.”
He stayed like that for awhile, just looking at you. Maybe he’s searching for something, perhaps fear. You’re not afraid of him.
Your hand moved to his face. That could be considered a calculated mistake. Bucky flinched, his metal hand balling in a tight fist. You brushed the long hair out of his eyes, tucking it behind his left ear.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” you whispered.
His face warmed up a little bit. “What if I hurt you first?”
“I’ll try and calm you down. I’m not hurting you back.”
“That’s a bad idea.”
“Doesn’t matter,” you sighed.
Bucky nuzzled into your hand that was cupping his jaw. “I should go back to my room.”
“You can stay.”
No one knew why you and Bucky held hands all the time, so no one said anything.
Steve thought he had the right to know, and that maybe he could press his best friend for some answers. Was it a thing? No, you did it for solace. Bucky liked having something to hold.
Bucky Barnes had been a constant in your life for a few weeks. He enjoyed your company just as much as you enjoyed his, it probably had something to do with your lone wolf personalities. You were happy to be a part of his recovery, even if you found he didn’t say much.
“They healed really nice,” you ran a finger over where his stitches used to be.
His eyes looked more innocent than you’ve ever seen before. He was focusing on not flinching, you knew that. Bucky was still getting used to you touching him so often.
“If I ever need them again,” he squeezed your hand in his. “Can you do it for me up here?”
You nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t like seeing you strapped down to that bed.”
He wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. If he ever got treated like that again, you’d lose your mind.
“Why aren’t you a doctor?” Bucky squinted at you in curiosity.
“I wanted to be a surgeon,” you answered. “But being a spy paid more, I guess. Now I’m here.”
He didn’t have a counter for that, just listened. You liked that about him, he’s a good listener. He listened to you read books aloud so he could fall asleep to the sound of your voice, he listened to you talk about your favorite things even though he didn’t always understand them.
When Bucky first came to the compound, he was covered in bruises and cuts. Now, almost a month later, he looked a lot more at peace, physically and mentally. It’s like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
“It feels nice, being here with you,” his metal hand came up to stroke your cheek. “I was thinkin’ about staying locked in my room forever.”
You chuckled. “You’ll get used to everyone else.”
Something inside you ached. You just wanted to be close to him. There was that pang of guilt inside of you, telling you no, that he’d get scared if you did such a thing and it would be all your fault for wrecking his progress.
You moved closer to him so your nose was touching his. “I kinda hope that I’m your favorite.”
“You are,” he hummed, lips brushing against yours and giggling. “Don’t tell Steve.”
There’s nothing you’d rather do than hold him for the rest of your life when he giggles. It’s the most precious thing on earth, he’s letting himself be free.
“Bucky,” you buried the side of your face into your pillow. “Are you feeling okay?”
No answer, just his chapped lips pressed to yours. It felt inexperienced and static, but butterflies filled your stomach nonetheless.
“I wanted to do that with you,” he admitted.
You brought him back into a deeper kiss, still chaste, but more like what you believed he was striving for. He vaguely remembers the feeling of someone’s lips, back in the forties. His body is perfect, molding against yours like you were made for each other.
It’s so nice and warm that your toes curl a bit. The kind of long, sweet kiss that makes your brain reduce to mush, that’s what it was. You really don’t want to come up for air, he is air, that’s what you think.
You did eventually have to breathe, and you just held him for awhile. You stared at him too, shamelessly. That’s a perk of getting to be alone with Bucky.
“Thanks for letting me in here,” you poked at his chest.
He didn’t understand. “Where?”
“That big heart of yours,” you blushed.
Bucky wrapped his big arms around you tighter. He wanted to cry, or melt, but in a good way. He was still working on conveying his emotions. “Thanks for being my friend.”
“I don’t think we’re just friends anymore.”
A goofy smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkling at the sides. There was nothing more beautiful in the entire universe.
And he’s in your arms.
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The Very Secret Diary of Miss Tatiana Lightwood
Dear Diary, I am inconsolable. As planned, I importuned Papa to beg him for mercy. It was my last-ditch attempt to be permitted to stay home tonight rather than to attend the ball at the Institute. It was a bad plan, I recognize now. He was in his private study, and he hates to be interrupted there; when I came in he had only an unfriendly look for me, and I should have retreated right then. Lessons learned, I suppose.
The upshot is that I, quote, must, unquote, attend the ball at the Institute tonight, as—so I am told—the Name of the Lightwoods depends upon it. I told him that if Gabriel attended — as Gideon has abandoned us for Spain — this would surely be enough to show the Lightwood flag. But he only shook his head, muttered something about how “tongues would wag,” and waved me away. I suggested that I could be reported to be unable to attend due to temporary illness of a non-specified womanly nature. For that suggestion I was cast out of the study immediately, of course.
The name of the Lightwoods! What care I for the name of the Lightwoods? What good has the name of the Lightwoods ever done for me? My only purpose in life, after all, is meant to be to find a better last name to replace it with. And what a grand entrance I will make at this party towards that purpose, attending the ball on the arms of my disgusting brothers, my escorts of last resort.
Not that I will find any sympathy in this house. Gabriel seems perfectly happy to attend the ball without escorting any lady besides his sister. He does not understand, being soft of brain and even softer of heart, that the favor of our father is bestowed easily, carelessly, upon him, because he is a boy, whereas I must work ten times as hard for less than one-tenth the approval. By the Angel…Gideon abandoned the family to drink wine and sun himself in Spain, and Papa still treats him better than me. His travel year! As though it is some unbreachable commandment handed down by Raziel himself. It is tradition and tradition is happily broken for the sake of family. We need Gideon here—Papa needs Gideon here. I will never forgive him for having left us, the great lummox.
Gabriel, of course, only grows worse in the absence of his personal hero Hideous Gideon. He wishes to be taken seriously now and so he acts like Father, and it is like watching a dog try to walk on its hind legs. An embarrassment of pomposity and egomania the like of which is, I daresay, a black mark on the Lightwood name far worse than any harm I could do by staying home from a party.
I go now to dress for the ball, weighed down by the burden of my fate.
Dear Diary, I know I am not in the habit of writing more than once in a day but I had to take you up immediately upon returning from the party because a miracle has occurred. I have met a boy—no, a man, a wonderful man. His name is Rupert Blackthorn — though he is not one of the tedious Blackthorns from the Cornwall Institute. He usually lives in Leeds, but he is here visiting family friends. He is the most beautiful man ever to have lived. His hair is deep black as midnight, and his eyes are emerald orbs that gaze into one’s soul. Every girl in the Institute was watching him, hoping he would give them a dance, and he came right to me, without hesitation, and smiled at me and asked me. And I danced with him and it was glorious. Even better yet, he had no interest in anyone at the party but me. I do believe he even gave Gabriel the cut direct when Gabriel tried to start talking about himself, at one point. I am not entirely sure; it was quite loud and he might only not have heard. But I choose to believe it was a deliberate snub. From the most desirable boy in the whole detestable building.
When I wrote earlier I was the lowest of the low in this house, but now I am raised up triumphant. I danced with a beautiful dark-haired man who said my name as though it were poetry. The name of the Lightwoods indeed! Take that, Will Herondale!
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pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader
rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)
warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much
author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!
You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.
You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.
Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.
'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'
You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.
'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'
But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.
'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'
That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.
The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks
"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."
Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.
"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."
She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"
"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."
"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"
"Nipples. Like, one of them."
Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."
The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.
Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.
"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.
He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?
"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."
September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.
Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.
So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.
"It's fine. I can do it."
Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.
"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."
Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.
"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.
Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.
Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.
It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.
Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.
And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.
He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.
He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.
"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.
You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.
Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."
So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-
He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.
"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.
Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.
Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.
"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.
You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-
"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.
"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.
"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.
"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.
"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-
He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.
Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.
"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-
He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."
He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.
"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."
But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.
"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."
"Let me see!"
It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.
When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.
But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.
Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.
You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.
Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.
So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.
So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.
But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.
But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.
You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.
It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.
And oh, did it react.
He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.
There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.
You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.
And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'
You swear you almost came right on his table.
And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.
So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.
"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"
"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."
At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"
"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."
There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"
You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.
"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."
Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.
You know he's here.
Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.
It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.
You don't see him, but you feel him.
You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.
You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.
You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.
To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-
Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.
You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.
"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.
"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"
Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."
When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.
The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.
"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.
Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.
Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.
"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.
"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."
"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"
"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.
Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.
And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.
"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"
You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.
"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"
"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."
"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.
"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.
He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.
His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.
Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.
Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.
Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.
Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.
"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.
"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.
"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."
Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.
Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.
He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.
He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.
He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.
So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.
He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.
You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.
He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.
"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.
"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.
"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"
Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"
"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."
Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.
"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"
"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"
He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"
Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"
"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.
"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"
"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"
Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."
"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."
"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"
It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."
You've made up your mind.
And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.
It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.
Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?
You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.
You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.
But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.
So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.
And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.
"I know right? Fuck him!"
"No. I mean, fuck him."
And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.
"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"
He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.
"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."
Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.
He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?
"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.
He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.
How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.
But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.
He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.
It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.
It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.
You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-
"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."
To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.
He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"
Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.
You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.
You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.
To your surprise, none of that happened.
The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.
There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.
It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.
"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.
Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.
"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.
At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.
"I'm sorry, by the way."
"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"
"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."
A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."
tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.
At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.
But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.
It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.
"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.
You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.
"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.
"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."
There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.
"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.
You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.
"You have to stop saying my name like that."
With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.
"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.
"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.
But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.
The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.
He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.
"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.
"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."
"And you came before the ride was over."
You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."
She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.
"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"
There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."
There's another pause, and then-
"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"
You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.
Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.
It's not that you're mad.
Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.
Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.
'Next time, maybe.'
And there hasn't been a next time.
The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.
But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.
It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.
Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.
'you free on saturday?'
You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.
So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.
And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.
You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.
You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.
A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.
"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.
Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.
"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.
Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.
Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.
You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.
His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.
"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.
You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.
It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.
"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.
Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.
"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.
"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.
"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.
There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."
Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.
At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.
Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.
"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.
He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."
You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"
"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."
"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"
"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.
"Okay, fine. Why?"
"You're boring and basic."
You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."
You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.
You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.
The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.
It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.
It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.
It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.
It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.
Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.
But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.
You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.
Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.
Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.
It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.
He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.
He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.
And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.
Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.
He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.
"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.
"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.
"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.
"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."
Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.
"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."
"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"
You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.
Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.
There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.
"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.
"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."
You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.
He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."
"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.
"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"
"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"
"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"
You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"
He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"
"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."
Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.
You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.
"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"
"Please, don't laugh."
That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.
She doesn't laugh at all.
"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."
"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."
"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."
"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.
"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.
"I know. I'm just sad."
"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."
There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.
"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.
It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.
He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.
He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.
He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.
You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.
'You're crazy about him.'
Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.
You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.
'And he's cazy about you too.'
Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.
That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.
The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."
You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"
"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.
"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.
She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."
Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-
He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"
He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.
"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.
"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"
"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."
Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.
You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."
"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."
You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"
"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"
The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."
He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.
He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.
The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.
This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.
"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.
"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.
Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.
"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.
"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.
Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.
He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.
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