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secretivemessenger · 1 year

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★ [ A Present For The Birthday Boy ] ☆

Happy birthday beloved - { @gaybitchfx } - your gift

Illumi x top male reader

Warnings: OOC! Hair pulling! Breeding! Face fucking! Degrading! Use of sex toys! Fingering! Nipple play! Sounding! Overstimulation! Orgasm denial! dumbification! Eating out! Sir kink! Choking! Cuffs!

It’s the day you literally waited a whole year for. The long awaited day, your birthday.

Yes it’s your birthday. But thats not the reason you were so excited about. Not that or the gifts that you’ll be receiving from all the people. But the best surprise that your lover promised you of.

Once he told you that he prepared a gift for you personally, you’ve waited for this day to hurriedly come and find out what he had in store for ya.

You had some guesses on what it might be, but you could’ve never guessed that it’d be something like this. But are you complaining? Absolutely not.

Finding illumi laying so beautifully for you on top of your shared bed was a sight you never imagined seeing. His hands were cuffed on top of his head as his naked body presented itself so elegantly for your eyes to admire.

You didn’t even know where to begin, or what to say. You were left completely speechless. So illumi had to talk instead.

“Happy birthday,” he said in a hushed tone as a very light shade of pink dusted his cheeks. You were taken by another surprise as you weren’t used to him being like this. You almost doubted that he was the same man that threatened you yesterday by saying he can kill you off at any time he pleases. All because you called him cute.

Soon enough the soft tone turned to a cold agitated one “for how long are you planning to keep me waiting?”. He said it completely snapping you out of your thoughts. A small chuckle left you at his behaviour. But this was your special day, you cannot just let him act so greedily when you should be the greedy one.

“Is this all you got me?” A raised brow is what you received “I am allowing you to do however you please to me, is it not enough?” You chuckled again before responding “anything I want you to say?” “Yes anything, I never back down on my words” your chuckles died down “alright. Give me a second” “huh”

You reached down into the closet near the bed and pulled out a medium-sized box. From the way you were struggling illumi could tell it was quite heavy.

You placed it onto the bed next to him before positioning yourself between his legs. “What's that?” He asked with curiosity filling his eyes. “You’ll find out soon. Now, let's get you ready first” you said with a smile that the other deemed to be very suspicious.

Until suddenly taking a hold of his pale thighs and pulling him up till his twitching hole was inches away from your face. Upon your breaths against his rim, it sent an overwhelming shiver through his body.

Lolling your tongue out till the saliva dripped down onto his hole teasing him with the wet sensation. Legs already shaking no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. His pride couldn’t be scratched more than this. But he has to hold back, he did say you could do whatever you want, and he never goes back on his words. But nothing could prepare him for what to come.

You gave a few licks to his rim before shoving your tongue inside his ring of muscles with ease. “AH-” a surprised scream left illumi as you worked him open with your tongue. Soon enough his whimpers and moans that he tried to cover up so badly spread in the room.

You added two of your fingers alongside your tongue catching him by surprise. “Hey. Wai-” gasps of pleasure echoed in the room. As you spread up his hole with your fingers, allowing your tongue to venture deeper into his rim. Easily pressing against his prostate which resulted in even louder moans. All the while fixating your eyes on his face, watching it twist and turn with every thrust of your tongue.

You could tell he was about to come from the way his body shakes. But you weren’t just gonna let him cum that easily. This was your birthday after all, you’re the one who should be enjoying yourself. So you stopped which resulted in a whine and a cry. “C'mon now, we can’t just end it now. There’s still more things I wanna do to you.”

You felt yourself rock hard but didn’t wanna put it in yet, you had other plans up your sleeves. “First, how about a change in position. Hmm?”

You sat him down infront of you with his back pressed against your chest, while his hands still cuffed infront of his body. you spread his legs open using your legs.

Grabbing the box from near you. You opened it and flipped it making all the stuff inside spill infront of him. You watched as his expression changed from curiosity to that of surprise, and unsurprisingly arousal. As a bunch of toys, sex toys laid right there. All kinds and all sizes.

Oh, he was sure in for a long night. Well, he can’t start complaining now, he signed up for this after all <3.

“Are you sure you’re that well-known dangerous assassin? Because all I'm seeing right now is a cock hungry needy slut” you whispered near his ear but he was barely able to hear whatever you said. Too busy being consumed by all the pleasure hitting him all at the same time.

He felt incredibly stuffed with only two bullet vibrators inside his hole, vibrating at the highest setting. It made the infamous assassin completely dumb. He barely knew the difference between right and left. All that and your cock wasn’t involved yet.

Not to mention the weighted nipple clips you placed on him. Making sure to pull hard at them, making them even more red and puffy than they already are. Drawing more moans out of him.

you almost wanted to laugh at the “funny” state he was in. The way he cried out made you almost feel bad for him. Wanting to just stop and start pounding into him already. Make him cum because of you over and over again. Yet there is still one more thing you want to try out.

You reached your hands into the box and pulled a Beaded Urethral Dilator. Catching illumi’s interest. But you reached your other hand and started to intensely pump his pre-cover cock. Distracting him from the object at hand.

He threw his head back from pleasure, resting it on your shoulders. Body shaking violently. He closed his eyes trying to calm himself down as he feel his long Awaited orgasm approaching.

“Huh-” voice cracking he moved his head back straight after feeling the strange object near his tip. Confusion turned to horror as you positioned the tool near his tip.

Waiting for no complaints you pushed the metal piece past his tip. Going all the way down. A loud scream shook the place as his body moved uncontrollably before he started to pant like an unhinged dog.

“Was that- a dry orgasm?” His mind feeling too lost to even understand your words. You couldn’t help but laugh, after all, you just witnessed the feared assassin have the most pathetic orgasm ever. “I just inserted it in and it left you in this state. What would happen to you if I do this?”

With no time to react. You started pulling up the metal just to push it back in place, then roughly started fucking him with the metal piece. This sudden feeling added alongside the vibrator turned his mind to mush. As he begged you to stop. But you weren’t satisfied yet. Your cock was still rock hard and neglected.

So you stopped moving your hands and instead turned him around by his hair and shoved him down your clothed crotch. He shook his head, silently asking for a break. “But didn’t you say I can do whatever? Don’t tell your backing down on your words now.” He shook his head again at your words “heh, good”

Undoing your pants to finally let your cock breathe. Taking off your boxer as your cock sprang up right away gently slapped against his cheeks.

He looked flabbergasted you could not help but giggle. “C'mon now, you better get to work.” Upon your words, he took a deep breath and swallowed up his spit before wrapping his soft lips around your tip. You sighed loudly in satisfaction, as your cock finally gets the attention it deserves.

Going down as much as he can illumi tried to take your cock fully in his mouth, but he was soon to gag on it as it reached the back of his throat. He would’ve stroked the rest while he suck what he can, but the handcuffs were an obstacle in his way.

Seeing him struggle to take your cock inside him you decided to give him a helping hand. He widened his eyes once you grabbed his hair roughly and shoved him all the way till your cock went past his throat. Tears gathered in his eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

You gasped loudly from how good and tight his throat felt around you. It made you more anticipated to finally start fucking his hole that you groaned loudly. You were not ashamed to let out your noises and instead, you started moaning and talking about how good of a slut he is for you and how amazing he’s making you feel.

He would never admit it but it felt so amazing having you use his mouth like that. Roughly pulling at his hair as you face-fucked him. Using his mouth like it's a sex toy. It felt even more incredible for you that you could cum on the spot, but you didn’t wanna do it. Not yet at least.

Stopping as soon as you felt yourself close, you pulled him away from you by his hair making him groan. “That was a close call, don’t you think!” You said as all he did is look up at you with confused eyes “what-?” Clearly, the previous action got him so fucked up he failed to process what you said

“Err- nevermind. Anyhow, would you mind turning around for me” “huh?” Not understanding what you meant you sighed in disappointment “can you get any more dumber than that” he barely understood what you said yet he showed an offended look.

Once your patience ran out you grabbed a hand full of his hair and turned him around on his knees as he supported himself with his elbow. you positioned yourself behind him. “Sorry- I just can’t hold back anymore. I want- I need to be inside of you so bad” the sudden change caught him by surprise. Yet you can’t be blamed he just looked so gorgeous. It’s maddening.

You pressed the tip of your cock against his hole before pushing in so easily inside after all the foreplay you’ve done. Even as he was stretched open with your tongue fingers and a vibrator he was still tightening around you hard. Giving you the pleasure that you’ve been craving all this time.

Slowly pulling back before snapping your hips back harshly. Going all the way till you started feeling the vibrators that were still inside of him vibrating against your cock. Gosh, it felt so incredible. “This is amazing,” you said in a breathy tone as you started pounding his poor hole till it was all red and puffy. Determined to keep going till he’s all filled up, nice, and full.

He gasped in surprise when your hands reached to squeeze up his neck. “GAH-” tears stained his pale face, tongue lolling out, every part of his body shook at the incredible force of your thrusts.

The wights on the nipple clamps would rock with every thrust you make. Putting pressure on his nipples. Adding up to the pleasure that illumi felt.

It felt like you would explode at any second, and you’re sure illumi is too. No, he would’ve came at least three times if it wasn’t for the metal piece that settled inside his tips.

“Wanna cum- pleaAH” he begged you in a shaky tone barely making up a full sentence “really? Tell me how much you want it,” you said teasingly “SIR- ple. I want it I want it I want it I want it I wan-” the amount of desperation and desire as he repeated the same sentence was so pathetic that it made you feel like coming right away right then and there. But you held back. “Alright heh- let’s cum together then”.

Upon saying that you took a hold of the metal and pulled it out fast. A scream that would surely be heard by the rest of the family was let out as illumi had the most intense orgasm of his life. His whole body gave up on him but you did not stop. You still haven’t got to cum.

So you continued thrusting up against him. He couldn’t do anything to stop you so he just whimpered and whined as he let himself get overstimulated by your continuous moves. With just a few more thrusts you bursted. Filling him up to the brim. Just from the feeling of your cum overflowing inside of him he came all over himself a second time.

You finally collapsed beside him after you pulled out. Both of you panting loudly trying to catch your breath. Slowly but surely you came down from your high.

Before even getting the chance to relax a pair of eyes that screamed “kill” looked at you. You sweated up before turning around with a smile. You opened your mouth “shut your mouth” you closed your mouth. He turned around and gave you his back.

“Happy birthday”

He said it softly, which was a side you never thought you’d witness. Gently smiling at his words you hugged him from behind bringing him closer to your chest. “Hehehe, you’re so cute” he hummed at you “but my birthday is not over yet” “huh” he looked back at you with a look full of confusion and the very smallest hint of anticipation.

“There’s still lots of other toys I want to try out. So you better start using the assassin stamina that you have because we still have a long way to go before we’re done.”

🏷️: @gaybitchfx @vyloy

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justonemorechapternicercy · 1 month

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I wish a happy, peaceful and stress-free birthday to my beloved @unbeknownstunknown I hope your day will be at least okay, but hopefully as wonderful as you are. (I'm not sure if you still like Nicercy or not, but hopefully yes. 🫣) I love you my dear. I wish you the best, because you deserve it!

Grover knew things. Most people didn't realize that; next to the big Percy Jackson, he was basically invisible. Even after following Pan's footsteps, he was still just a background character. Not that he minded, of course! He'd rather be just a side note than live through what Percy had to experience in all of his life. (He would NEVER want to be a demigod. No way.)

So, it wasn't like he minded being forgotten by people who weren't his friends. It made it possible to see things; to hear things.

To know things.

Like how the Stolls did most of their pranks. Or how Rachel found the loophole in her virginity oath. (That one was not something he wanted to know. Like, come on, girl! With Thalia?! Not something Grover wanted to know about his friends…)

Or how Nico di Angelo has been in love with Percy ever since the first time he looked at him. And how the literal second half of his soul has been in love with Nico ever since the guy saved their asses in the Battle of Manhattan. To be fair… the two of them weren't subtle. (Yet they still didn't realize their feelings. Idiots.)

Usually he stayed out of other's lives. He knew their secrets, but they were not his to spread. He just kept them. Like pretty jewels on a shelf; pretty, but basically useless. He only interjected when it was really important. Like in the battles. When he had to notify Percy about new rumors from Olympus. When there were gossips about Juniper.

But… maybe some secrets were more important to share than to keep.

For years, he saw the pinning grow. How crush turned into love, how suspicion turned into blind trust. Sometimes he suspected he knew them better than they knew themselves. He'd seen them grow up, from naive mortals to battle-hardened almost-gods.

He was the happiest he'd ever been with Juniper; didn't Percy, his soulmate, deserve the same happiness? Deciding to get involved was a scary thought. But not as scary as it was to imagine his best friend settling down with not having the best thing for him. To imagine Grover getting married and having the love of his life for the rest of their immortal lives, while Percy was thinking he wasn't loved, adored and cherished by Nico.

That was unacceptable.

He loved Juniper. He wanted to marry her, to have children with her, to spend the rest of their immortal lives with her. And seeing Nico and Percy laughing with each other, “talking” without any spoken discussion, being so comfortable with each other, yet believing their feelings were unreciprocated… Grover knew.

They deserved to have the same thing he had with his beloved.

Getting the two together was probably easier than expected, but harder than it sounded. He went shopping for Juniper's ring, taking Percy and Nico with him. For moral support, of course.

Not because he knew that as soon as they would get into the store, the two of them would stare at the rings with interest. Nope.

“Nico?” Grover asked. The younger boy raised his eyebrow curiously. “Do you think Percy's and Juniper's fingers are the same size? I forgot to ask about her ring size.”

Nico thought for a second, turning his head to look at Percy. Grover already knew the answer. “Yeah, I think so.”

They looked at the glass, studying the rings under it for a bit longer. Grover imagined how the rings would look on Juniper's gorgeous finger, and he suspected Nico was also thinking the same, except in his mind it was Percy's finger.

The Sea Prince was walking back and forth in the shop, like the ADHD demigod he was, before he walked up to them, throwing an arm around Nico's shoulder to check on their progress.

“Percy, I need your help,” Grover said. “Your finger is the same size as Juniper's and I want to see which ring would fit on her.”

Maybe seeing a ring on Percy's finger, Nico would realize he should put a ring on it.

“What do you think,” he turned towards Nico, “would look the best on-? I mean… If you were buying a ring for Percy, which one do you think would fit?”

His two friends were staring at him, bewildered. Too much? Probably.

“That.”

But it worked. Nico's answer was too quick, his choice was too perfect to hide he was thinking about it before.

“Oh,” Percy sighed. The ring really was perfect. Thin silver band with a tiny blue stone in it; deceptively graceful, just like Percy was.

“I would wear it,” Percy confessed, eyes still on the jewelry, his ears suspiciously red.

“Oh,” Nico exhaled.

“I would…” the Ghost King coughed, light blush pinkening his unhealthy pale skin. “I would buy it. For you. If you want, that's it. From me.”

It was painful to watch. Like a chariot crash. But Grover couldn't look away. It was happening!

“I mean… if it was you buying it, for me… That would be. Uh. I'd love that?”

They were so awkward. It was adorable. Grover felt like he was both the proud big brother of both, and the long-suffering love expert who has been waiting for this moment for years.

“You- really?!” Nico looked so excited; like a puppy. Hellhound, Grover admitted, but a puppy nonetheless.

Percy swallowed. “Yes,” he breathed.

Nico's mouth dropped open a little, as if he was surprised at how easy it was. Well. Probably it was surprising for him. Grover knew.

“Would you- really? Will you… Is it just…”

Percy blushed, redder than Grover ever had seen him before. “I will marry you. If. If that's what you- Was that? I mean.”

“Yes.” Nico was nodding, like one of those little toy dogs in the cars, bobbing his head up and down. “Percy. Will you marry me?”

Grover sighed, not bothering to hide his proud smile. Finally! After years and years and years… It was finally happening.

“Yes.”

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #grover underwood #percico #nicercy #pjo #pjo fic #happy birthday kitty 💙💙💙

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nvmadic · 9 months

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i saw an instagram reel about this and IM REELING THINKING ABOUT IT WITH BEST FRIEND TED.

– you're in high school and it's right after the first time you were really hurt by a guy you'd liked since forever. the boy had tried to take your first kiss without asking and then called you something mean for pulling away and telling him no. so of course, you'd ran to your best friend about it because he was the only person you could trust to tell about it, and he makes you a promise.

”you know y/n, if nothing happens for you or me by the time we're eighteen, you can have all my firsts.” you blink at him a moment and laugh, ”what? all of them?” his eyes never leave yours. ”all of them. i trust you with them.”

then your eighteenth birthday rolls around and ted comes to find you towards the end of the party. ”well you're eighteen. i'm eighteen. remind me, have you given away your first kiss yet?” he smiles, placing his cup of water down on the counter. you blush almost sheepishly, you knew what he was referring to because it hadn't left your mind once since he first said it. ”no teddy, i haven't.” now his smile turns into a smirk and he offers his hand out to you.

without thinking, you place your hand in his and he pulls you closer, moving your hand over his shoulder which moves your chest flush against his. he leans in, but not close enough to be within kissing distance. ”y/n, would you let me take your first of firsts if i give you my first of firsts?” you slowly nod and let your eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours.

the next year on your nineteenth birthday, it's just a small get together with friends, but just like last time, he waits until the party is almost over to say anything. ”y/n, would you let me take your second of firsts if i give you my second of firsts?” despite knowing what he's referring to, you have no clue what he's talking about, at least until everyone is shuffling out of your apartment except for him. with a smile, he walks you slowly back to the sofa and presses his lips against yours, hand moving down to your thigh. for awhile, you just move around the sofa, kissing each other and groping around your legs and his shoulder before he pulls away, leaving you confused.

on your twentieth birthday, you almost forget about the question because you went out for a birthday dinner. but as per his new routine, he waited until you were alone in your apartment to ask you the question. ”y/n, would you let me take your third of firsts if i give you my third of firsts?” the question itself makes you a little hazy because now there's no doubt about what's happening and you nod at him the same way you did two years prior. ”this time sweetheart,” the nickname is new it rolls off his tongue perfectly and it makes you blush, ”i need you to give me a clear yes.” swallowing hard, you whisper out, ”yes teddy.”

he takes his time, getting your shirts off and getting back into your bedroom. kissing you and getting your riled up by letting his hands float over where you need him most. discarding the rest of your clothes and reminding you to tell him to stop if it gets to be too much. sliding the condom on and taking his sweet time opening you up with his fingers. there was even a time you could've sworn you heard him mutter ”m'so glad it's you..” under his breath, but you couldn't be sure with how dizzy you were on his cock.

on your twenty-first birthday, you're out with a group of friends at a bar. ted knew drinking might be the only first you would share with a group and he was fine with it, mumbling in your ear, ”congratulations on your fourth first sweetheart.”

by the time your twenty-second birthday rolled around, ted had acquired a new friend, schlatt, who was happy to provide him with another first you could have.

as per routine, everyone left and it was just the two of you. ”y/n, honey,” god you were going to die if he kept using those stupid petnames. ”would you let me take your fifth of firsts if i give you my fifth of firsts?” you tilted your head at him. ”well uhm, what is it?” from his jacket he pulled out a plastic bag and after about ten seconds of staring, you realised what it was. ”ted, is that even legal?” you'd asked, although you didn't really care, you were just nervous. he laughed, ”in this state, yes.”

before you knew it, you were sitting on your couch with him again. the same couch you'd had your first makeout session with, the same couch your shirts had been discarded on before you lost your virginity, and now the same couch you were getting ready to smoke on. and while ted messed with the wrapper, you realised it had all been with the same guy, and no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you'd only ever be best friends, the last few years had proved otherwise. as ted lifted the rolled cannabis up to your lips, you realised that this was something you didn't want to end after all of your firsts were gone.

THAT ENDED UP BEING WAYYY LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE BUT WHATEVER. (might have to make it a fic now who knows)

saint? hello? to just casually drop this in my inbox and to bless me yet again? please kiss me you gorgeous human being. this is so cute i want this tattooed on the inside of my eyelids so i can read it whilst i sleep.

#screaming withou the s #i love this so much #yall are so fuckin smart #saint #asks #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison #ted nivison hcs #ted nivison headcanons #ted nivison fluff #ted nivision smut #ted nivison imagine #ted nivison fic

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cuttergauthier · 10 months

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Eighteen Years In The Making

I hope you love it🤍

(these photos do not belong to me, this is all fanfiction)

Adam Fantilli x Childhood Best friend

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Adamfantilli Happy Birthday to my Birthday Twin, couldn’t be happier to have known you since the day we were born, the best friend anyone could ever ask for. So glad our mom’s met that day in the hospital🫶🏼 Thanks for always being my #1 fan. I love you so much🤍

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→Yourusername Love you Luca🫶🏼

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→Yourusername Thanks Johnny boy😂🤍

Nolan_moyle A girl?!?!

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→Adamfantilli Wouldn’t you like to know!

→Markestapa WE would all like to know!

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→Adamfantilli Thanks man!!🤍

→Yourusername LOVE YOU RUT

Nolan_moyle You were cute adam... what happened?

→Adamfantilli I hate you!

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Dylanduke You guys are definitely in love!!!!

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Mamafantilli They grow up so fast🥺 Happy birthday you two❤️

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→Yourusername Love you mama Fantilli❤️

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LucaFantilli Happy 18th birthday to my favourites, I’ve watch you two grow up into the persons you are today & i couldn’t be more proud. Also it’s been a long 18 years in the making😉🫶🏼

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Adamfantilli Love you bro, thanks for everything🫶🏼

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Yourusername You also didn’t have to expose us🤦🏼‍♀️

→Lucafantilli Yes i did it’s been a long 18 years seeing you two pine over each other!!

→Rutgermcgroarty He’s not wrong, i’ve been waiting for this since they day i met you both!!!

→Edwards.73 So they are dating?

→Markestapa Looks like it...

→Seamuscasey26 Really thought i had a chance😭

→Lucafantilli they’ve been in love for 18 years, you never had a chance😂

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Yourusername Happy birthday my love🤍 there’s no one else i would’ve wanted to share a birthday with. Thanks for always having my back, I love you more than you’ll ever know🤍🤍

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Adamfantilli I love you so much beautiful🤍🤍

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Lucafantilli Young love!!!

JohnnyOrlando My favourite couple🫶🏼

Dylanduke Awwww you guys are adorable!!!

Nolan_Moyle Heard a lot about you, can’t wait to meet you!!

→Yourusername Same here!!

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Rutgermcgroarty Just so were clear, yes after 18 years the birthday twins are finally dating🥺🫶🏼

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Yourusername You’re lucky i love you rut🤦🏼‍♀️🫶🏼

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prodagustd · 2 years

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I think he knows | myg

Summary: You knew that Yoongi liked the angel costume you were wearing for the birthday party, but he seemed to be too.. into you that night? You could help but asking yourself, was Yoongi jealous?

This is part two of so it goes: series masterlist

—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of? they're in love) to lovers, lots of fluff!!, smut.

—warnings/tags: grinding, unprotected sex, hickeys, riding, dom!yoongi (i guess), emotional constipation, jealousy, oc gets kind of sad 😫. etc etc etc

—words: 11.2k (whattttttt??)

a/note: hiii!! i finally get to post part two of so it goes, I'm so happy to share it but scared at the same time. I struggled a lot writing this so bare with me I wanted to show yoongi and the oc's relationship when they're not alone and to write the oc's feelings, it got this long at the end but give it a chance. I already started writing the next part so let me know what you think about this one, feedback is appreciated :) and again if you want to join the taglist, send me a message or comment this post.

The lights were off, the only thing that lit up the room were the party lights that Nayeon bought to celebrate her birthday party. You were sitting on the couch around your friends when you looked at Yoongi, dressed like Tony Montana, leaned against the wall with crossed arms. He was wearing a whole white suit with a red shirt underneath, you found yourself wanting to take off his jacket, maybe his shirt and pants too, but he looked so good you might as well make him keep them on.

You know him too well, he shot you a look that could only mean one thing.

‘Come. Here.’ His eyes said, but you shook your head just to annoy him.

‘Come get me.’

It's his turn to shake his head in disapproval. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t thinking the same thing as him, you got maybe too intoxicated in his cologne when he arrived at your apartment and he whispered in your ear that he didn’t know if he could control himself if you were wearing that white mini skirt. Yes, you knew that Yoongi liked the angel costume and white corset you chose, you knew he got a little turned on when he saw you wearing fake angel wings and lip gloss, but he seemed to be… maybe too into you that night? He couldn’t stop looking at you from across the room, and when he was next to you he kept his hand on your waist, bringing you closer and closer to him. You saw him walking towards you, he offered his hand and you took it. You both laughed like you shared a secret and guided you to your room as if you didn’t know the way. Then, the question you tried to avoid all night popped in your head once again, was Yoongi jealous?

It all started when he was sitting on his studio chair, his phone rang three times receiving a chain of cryptic messages sent by you.

[Baby]: Friday night, you and me.

[Baby]: My place.

[Baby]: Bring a costume.

[Yoongo]: roleplay?

[Baby]: ????

[Baby]: No???

[Baby]: Nayeon's birthday party, she invited you. I forgot to tell you, you have to bring a costume.

[Yoongo]: i don't have a costume

[Baby]: Then get one, big boy.

[Yoongo]: it's not even halloween ?

He waited for your answer but you didn’t reply. He stared at the “Seen at 4:12 pm” on his phone screen, leaving him talking alone.

Two days passed since you sent those messages when he opened the door of his apartment on a wednesday and you were already there, on his couch watching A Cinderella Story.

“Maybe giving you the key was a bad idea.” Yoongi said, taking his shoes off. Except for that night last month, he thought, when you waited for him on his bed wearing lingerie, but that was a whole different discussion.

Yoongi walked towards you and you made space for him on the couch.

"Did you think about your costume?" You asked, ignoring him, going straight to the point.

"Can I go without one?"

"Nayeon is gonna be pissed at you if you go without one. You would be the only one."

Your flatmate and Yoongi got along pretty well, Nayeon liked him as long as he treated you right and Yoongi had learnt to like her, he couldn't understand how you, two completely different people, were best friends. She was too energetic, almost chaotic, and talked all the time, when you were more quiet and timid. In the last seven months Yoongi got used to spending time with Nayeon when he was at your apartment, and he was fine with it, until that led to him to wear a costume for her birthday party.

"Who's going, anyway?" He asked.

"A bunch of people. Jungkook, Eric, Yongsung, Kevin..." You started to list all of your friend’s names, but Yoongi stopped listening when he heard that name. Suddenly, the idea of going to the party didn’t sound so bad.

"What are you wearing?" Getting closer to you, he put his arm around your shoulder, pressing your body against his.

"I was thinking about an angel costume." You answered, playing with the straps of his black hoodie.

"Mmm... like a Victoria's Secret angel?" He asked, kissing you softly for the first time that night.

"No, but if you wear a costume I can be one for you by the end of the night."

Then, Yoongi started to think of a costume.

Now you were there, just a few seconds away from disappearing in your room with him, but the question still hung in the air.

Earlier that night, he arrived and gave Nayeon the present you bought together. It was just a simple silver ring with a beautiful stone on top of it, but you knew your friend would love it when you picked it. Then, people started to arrive and your apartment started to get full. How many people did Nayeon invite? How were all those people going to fit in your tiny place? She didn’t care, she was already dancing in the living room under the green and purple lights, it wasn’t her fault that everywhere she went, she made a new friend.

Nayeon was your best friend and you loved her, you agreed with her when she proposed to wear matching outfits —she was wearing a red dress and red horns, dressed as a devil—, you helped her with the snacks and to decorate the place. It wasn’t a big deal, you loved doing things for her, especially on her birthday. When she started to move her hips towards you as Super Bass by Nicki Minaj started playing, you tried to draw the line and say no to her. You failed.

“There’s no right way to dance to this, please.” You whined in embarrassment as you tried to follow her steps, she grabbed your hands and brought you closer to her, guiding you to a ridiculous dance. You knew your face was red, but Nayeon’s happy face was enough for you to ignore it.

“I know you loved this song!” She said.

“I love a bunch of songs,” you said over the music. “I don’t dance to all of them,”

That didn’t stop her to force you to keep dancing, her dance moves were ridiculous, but you looked more stupid trying to follow her.

The song was about to end when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, suddenly you were being dragged away from your friend, who looked behind you, faking an upset grin.

“Sorry,” Yoongi’s deep voice resonated behind you. “you already got your share of her. It’s my turn now.”

“But it’s my birthday!” She complained.

“Not in South America.” He replied, making Nayeon roll her eyes. Classic Yoongi.

He spinned you until you were facing him, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. When a slow r&b song started, you remembered one thing about Nayeon: she didn’t know how to make a playlist, let alone a party playlist. It was either have her phone connected to the speakers Jungkook lent her, or pay an expensive dj (that was her excuse). But the song was fine, it worked.

“Is Min Yoongi taking me to dance?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your lower back, making you feel butterflies when he slowly started dancing with you “Are you trying to seduce me?”

You saw his gaze traveling from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again, he lowered himself, you parted your lips just waiting for him, but he pulled back.

“I don’t need to do that, I already did it”

He swung from side to side to the rhythm of the music, grabbing your hips so you could move alongside him. Neither you or him were the type to dance at parties, both were too aware of people around you, but maybe if you pretended that it was just you and him, it wasn't so bad.

Yoongi was taller than you and most of the time, when you were that close to him, you had to lift your head to look him in the eye. If you didn’t, the only thing you could see was his chest. And in that moment it was hard not to think of it when it was right in front of you.

You tried not to laugh at the thought, if you told Yoongi all the tiny things about him that turned you on he would laugh too, he would tease you about it every time he had the chance. You liked to think that you keep those things as a secret, from his exposed chest to way he pressed his fingertips on your hips, the kind of things that weren’t necessarily sexual but made your stomach flip. You liked when he stroked your hair a certain way and how deep his voice got in the morning, when he was driving or when he lay down on the bed and put his hands under his head, flexing his arms.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his hands on your face, making you look at him. You could notice that it was hard for Yoongi to make eye contact, and you liked looking at him until he ran away from your gaze. Sometimes you think that Yoongi doesn’t like eye contact because maybe if you looked into his dark eyes for long enough, you would discover a secret. In that moment, you thought that you were about to do it.

“You look hot.” You confessed to him, but he scoffed at the compliment.

“Do you think?”

“Yeah, I thought you weren’t going to make an effort. Like Jungkook.”

You looked at your best friend as leaning on the wall, dressed in blue boxing shorts and a black tshirt, his blue boxing gloves hanging around his neck. That wasn’t a costume, that was just Jungkook on a tuesday.

“What’s up with him, by the way?” He asked, whispering in your ear in case your best friend might hear him. “I saw him glued to his phone since I arrived.”

“Oh you know…” you sighed “ladies problems, I think.”

“Is he fighting?”

Yoongi was one nosy bitch.

“Not at all, I think he wanted to invite her or something, but he didn’t.” You ran your fingertips on the hair of his neck, watching how a little smile appeared on his face as he observed Jungkook typing on his phone. “Don’t you dare…” You warned him, making him pay attention to you again.

“What?” He asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t tell him that I told you.” You clarified. Sometimes it seemed like Yoongi’s only purpose in life was to tease poor Jungkook.

“Why do you always think bad about me?” He whined, his lips forming a pout.

“I don’t! But I know you want to. You’re gonna get me in trouble.” Standing in your tiptoes, you kissed away that ridiculous pout on his mouth.

When the room started getting too hot, you took Yoongi to the little balcony your place had. It was small but it had a view of the campus and the dark sky. Then again, for the second time that night you felt Yoongi’s arms hugging your back.That was maybe one of the first clues you got that night, it was rare for him to do things like that in public. Usually, you were the one who showered him in kisses or hugged him in places that weren’t his bedroom. A tiny you was dancing of happiness in your stomach, wanting to turn around and steal a kiss from his lips. But the other tiny you, the rational one, was telling you not to get used to that kind of stuff, they never lasted for you.

You tried to shut her up, turning around to see Yoongi’s smirk plastered on his face.

“You are going to ruin my wings if you keep doing that.” You warned him.

“Okay… I prefer you like this anyway.” He leaned forward to leave a short kiss on your collarbone. It was a cold night and you weren’t wearing much clothing, but that wasn’t what sent a chill to your spine. “And I like your wings.”

“They look good, don’t they? The lady in the store thought they were for a kid! I didn’t tell her they were for me.”

“If I have to guess, she supposed that because only kids dress up?” He tried to annoy you, still opposed to the whole costume party thing.

“Don’t you know what fun is, Sir?” You teased him, tilting your head.

“I know what fun is. I am a fun guy.” He defended himself.

“Debatable. But you showed up today and I must say this, no because of the nature of the relationship we share, but because I mean it, you must have the best costume tonight.”

“Wait, what’s the nature of our relationship?” A cocky smirk tugged from the corners of his lips, pulling you closer, if that was possible.

“Shut up, that’s why I can never compliment you.”

“Tell me baby, will the nature of our relationship get me a pass for going to sleep instead of cleaning tonight?” He asked.

“Don’t even think about it” You said, shaking your head. “You get no privileges, you and Jungkook are helping me. God knows how drunk Nayeon will get.”

Yoongi laughed and didn’t argue with you anymore, but his question stayed in your head for a few seconds, and the word ‘relationship’ almost vanished into thin air, creating a cloud above your head, you blamed yourself for using it.

Sometimes you thought you were so awkward, you didn’t know how Yoongi was never capable of seeing it. You said things and then immediately regretted it, wondering if he thought you were getting too attached to him.

You hardly ever lied to yourself, you could never escape the giant monster of your thoughts and you always had to deal with the truth. It was difficult to accept it, but carrying with the feelings you had for the man in front of you was worse.

Seven months after meeting Yoongi you found yourself in this place, with his arms wrapped around your waist at the birthday party of one of your best friends. Almost all your friends knew him, all of them liked him, and you were happy to say that all of his friends thought the same about you.

For a second, you asked yourself how was the image that he had of you, did he really think you were built for that? You saw yourself as a person who could never go against her own feelings, you knew that if you feel something it’s better not to suppress it. Since the day Yoongi kissed you in his car you knew that if you developed feelings for him, you were screwed.

And screwed you were.

The human being is not so complex, and you thought that you were the least complex human being to ever exist. You saw yourself as weak and if someone was staring at you the way Yoongi was doing right now, you would fall.

You tried not to melt at his fond dark eyes, he was way too close to your face, making you nervous. Why was he making you nervous? Was it his gaze or the way his hands were tied together on your lower back? Or was it the way you were caged between him and the urging feeling to spit certain three words on his face?

Lately you felt like you and Yoongi stared at each other from across the room like you share a secret together, and it was a matter of time until one of you screamed it. The thing was, you believed your secret was not the same as his.

“What?” You asked when the silence and his gaze upon you were too much to bear.

“I have something for you.” He confessed.You watched his eyes fly to another place that was not your face, escaping from it.

“Like what?” His eyes come back to you to stare at your rosy cheeks and glossy lips curved into a tiny smirk, almost inviting him to bite them. Instead, he bit his own, holding himself back.

“Like a present.” Yoongi answered like it’s nothing but you knew he expected you to be surprised. You lift your eyebrows, satisfying him. “What is that face? Is it impossible to believe I wanted to give my girl a present?”

Then, your stomach turned upside down, you were sure your cheeks were burning red and the tiny you (the one who didn’t give a fuck) screamed so loud that you were afraid he might have heard her.

“No, I just thought you were going to say something inappropriate.” You tried to play cool. You failed, making Yoongi throw his head back and laugh at you, shaking his shoulders.

“What did you say?” He teased you “Inappropriate? Do you think I say inappropriate things?” He made emphasis on the word every time it rolled out of his tongue.

“Oh my god, shut up!”

“I don’t think you thought I say inappropriate things the other night when you told me… mmm, what was what you told me?”

Your eyes popped open when you realized what he was trying to say, putting a hand on his mouth before he could answer his own question. “Stop it…”

“I don’t want to.” He whispered, almost daring you to make him say whatever he was going to say next. You were wrong, Yoongi’s only purpose in life was not just to tease Jungkook, but you as well.

“You’re mean. I want to know what it is.”

“Just for that you have to wait.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “But I like when you use funny words.”

Breaking news: Yoongi was soft. Was this a secret? Not to you at least, but you could tell. Not only because he bought you a present, not only because he grabbed your face and left little pecks on your lips until he thought they were enough.

You didn’t make Yoongi vulnerable, you just showed him that it was okay to be vulnerable with you.

Between giggles and short kisses, you felt like you were alone again, until Jungkook entered the balcony with a bottle of beer in one hand. He stared at both of you, not really looking guilty for interrupting the moment.

“You guys should get a room.” He joked as he leaned on the railings of the balcony. “No funny business in public, that’s what I say.”

“What’s up, kid?” Yoongi asked him, not taking his hands off you. “Are you jealous because your girlfriend couldn’t come?”

Your eyes snapped at Yoongi the second the question slipped out of his mouth. You hit his shoulder, regretting ever telling him about Jungkook’s not-girlfriend. Jungkook’s eyes moved like ping pong balls, they went from you to Yoongi and back to you again.

“What? Did you tell him?” Your poor friend looked at you like you betrayed him. You felt guilty for a second, but to be honest, he was a little bit… dramatic, and Yoongi laughing in the back knew it.

“It was an accident! You never told me not to tell anybody.”

“But you should have known!” He argued.

“How could I!?”

“You just… should have?” Jungkook’s expression changed to a calm one, realizing you are right, he never told you to keep the secret, but he can’t help to be a little upset at Yoongi for reminding him that his not-girlfriend was at her house instead of being there with him.

“You are like two old ladies.” He said drinking from the bottle “Always gossiping.”

You and Yoongi gasped, looking at each other like Jungkook insulted the both of you.

“We weren’t gossiping!” You tried to defend the man beside you and yourself “I mentioned it to him and he didn’t know.”

You were totally gossiping.

“Anyway…” Jungkook said, sighing in defeat “I didn’t know if she wanted to come.”

Yoongi and you share glanzes, knowing it was really easy to make Jungkook talk, it was really easy to make him forget that you told Yoongi at least.

He couldn’t be mad at that though, in the back of his mind he knew that telling you something automatically meant that he was telling Yoongi too.

“Why do you think that?” Yoongi asked,

“I don’t know, what if she is not interested in meeting my friends?”

“Oh my god, Jungkook. She’s probably right now at home wondering why you didn't introduce her to your friends already.” You said like it was obvious. Been there, done that. But it didn’t seem obvious to him, Jungkook snapped his eyes at you like he just remembered you were a girl too. In that moment, his mind made a strange connection; if you were a girl, you must know every girl’s secret.

He took a step forward, now interested in the conversation.

“How do you know that?”

It was difficult to make a guy understand that kind of stuff, so you took a second to think about it.

“Think it this way, okay?” You started, now you had two pairs of eyes paying attention to you. Yoongi listened to you like you’re about to reveal a code from the secret book of girls. “Imagine it’s friday, you don’t have any plans except for playing games until you pass out. You text your girl, ask her what is she doing tonight and she tells you she’s going to a party. She tells you everything about it but doesn’t ask you to go with her, you stay at home playing fortnite with… Seokjin? How would you feel?”

“Terrible.” The answer that came out of Jungkook’s mouth was automatic, his eyes were filled with horror. Again, Jungkook was dramatic after all.

“Well, I don’t know her to say that she would feel terrible, but I would be kinda bothered.”

“Would you?” Yoongi asked. You looked at him, trying to imagine a scenario where that situation happened to you. You think of the Yoongi of the past, and the way all the pretty girls throw themselves at him at parties. But you also think of the Yoongi in the present, the one whose arms are wrapped around your waist. Mmmm… You would be bothered anyway.

“I mean… Yes, I think so” You answered. He just nodded, looking like he just did a mental note. “Next time, invite her.” You said now to Jungkook.

He answered a short “I will” and started typing on his phone again, his presence becoming unnoticeable. Yoongi’s lips were curled in a tiny smirk when you body returned to his arms.

“Are you sure you’re not majoring in psychology or something?”

“Are you implying that next to him I look like a psychology major? That’s kinda rude, bubba.” You said, making him laugh. “But no, men are too dumb to notice what’s in front of them sometimes, especially Jungkook when it comes to girls.”

You remembered the first time Yoongi introduced you to his friends, you had already met Hoseok and Namjoon, met Seokjin at an event that Jungkook invited you to, but you never met his other friends, the ones who weren’t from work or famous.

One night he invited you to meet two of them, Minho and Jinyoung. You thought about the way he introduced you, just saying your name, not “this is my friend” or “this is my girlfriend”, just your name. You never expected him to give you a title, at that time it was okay, and his friends never asked about it. They were friendly and they seemed to like you. Yoongi cooked for the four of you and throughout the night they kept sharing stories about their teen years, asking you about your years in high school too. Yoongi couldn’t erase the smile off his face, he was happy and so were you. By the time they left his apartment he was a bit drunk, so you took him to bed and said goodbye to Minho and Jinyoung. When you were on the bed about to fall asleep he slurred a sweet ‘thank you’ and told you that he could tell that his friends loved you.

“Do you think so?” You had asked him.

“Yes.” He confirmed “You’re easy to love.”

Yoongi fell asleep right away, but you stayed awake for another half an hour after that. The warm memory of that night came back like a sweet kiss on the cheek, feeling like you were on top of the world.

Yoongi stayed on the balcony talking with Jungkook, you see him through the glass as you sit on the couch next to your friends. It was endearing to watch them together, when Yoongi took Jungkook under his label he promised all the good things to him, and in a couple months he managed to keep those promises. You appreciated that, before Yoongi, Jungkook tried so hard to make his dream of being a singer come true, but he always found complications along the way, making him come back to square one over and over again. When he told you that Yoongi had signed him, you were as happy as him. You believed that Yoongi saw Jungkook the same way that you did, both of you believed in him.

You were talking with your friend from class, Yongsung, when your gaze got blocked by someone who sat in between you two.

“What do you think?” Kevin asked, making you judge his costume “Do I pass?” He was wearing just a white shirt and black pants, in his collar was tied a short cape and on the corner of his lips there was fake blood, he was a vampire. You and Yongsung analized his outfit, it was simple but it worked.

“Basic.” Yongsung answered, “But you pass.”

“Basic?” Kevin repeated like he was offended. “I’m doing my best here.”

“If that’s your best, I don’t want to see your worst.”

“I think you look great.” You said so you could stop them from fighting “At least you dressed up, I’ve seen some guys who didn’t. Nayeon said that if she saw someone without a costume she would kick them out.”

“Did she?” Yongsung asked.

“She didn’t, but she wanted to.”

You spent a few minutes talking with them, judging people’s outfits like yours weren’t the cheapest thing you could find in the store, but it was fun and you didn’t know most of them, you wondered if Nayeon did.

You were closer to Yongsung, you had known her for a few years and you shared almost all your classes with her. With Kevin too, but he was barely a new friend. You had a suspicion that he didn’t see you like that, but a potential-something-else.

You met Kevin a few months ago, at a time when you felt like you had no control over your mind and heart. It was after you failed an important exam and he offered to help you for the next one. You appreciated it, but the only thing that made the sadness go away that week was a hug from the man in the red shirt outside.

You remember that week, it was the beginning of winter when he gave you his number and a warm smile, promising you that no one died because of a failed exam, it was hard to believe him. Your mind was tired after studying all those weeks, your heart was tired too, but for another reason: you were in love with a man who didn’t want to be in love, how bad was that?

Transitioning those days with only questions filling your mind after admitting the truth to the mirror, wondering what you were supposed to do, tell him? leave him? stay quiet and pretend everything was okay? The last option was the one you thought was the most effective, but it was not. Everytime you looked at Yoongi you felt like you were at home, how could you run away from him? How could you stay?

Yes, Kevin was nice, funny, charming and handsome, but the tiny you inside your mind couldn’t help but scream: He is not Yoongi!

You had already declined the subtle invitations of Kevin to hangout, you liked him but as a friend, were you clear enough? It was like you had the spot saved for another person but you weren’t sure if that person wanted that spot, it felt stupid.

The consequences of your choice of pretending everything was okay were slowly taking over, but you didn’t realize until Kevin started to flirt with you right under the gaze of Yoongi, who stared at you from the balcony: he put his arm on the side of the couch, almost rounding your shoulders, a friendly gesture, but you knew better “You look great, too.” he said in a low voice, like no one was supposed to hear that, except you.

But let’s get things straight: Kevin didn’t know about Yoongi, unlike everyone else, your other friends knew he was your not-boyfriend and that things were… complicated? He was not your boyfriend but you were exclusive? If you were to explain that to Kevin he would laugh, he didn’t need to know, you wanted to keep things private, not everyone needed to know about your sex life, especially not the guy who joined the group two months ago.

It was simple for him, you didn’t have a boyfriend? You were single, how could that be complicated?

“Thank you, I improvised. If it were my choice, I would have chosen another outfit, but Nayeon insisted. You know how she is, she likes to be in control all the time. Her rising sign is virgo.” You started to rant, feeling like he was getting too close to you. It was a habit of yours that you could never get rid of, if you were nervous, you started to talk to fill all the silent gaps.

“Yeah? What’s your rising sign?” He asked curious, Kevin didn’t know shit about astrology.

You never really had a serious relationship until your last (and first) ex, but growing up you had a large group of female friends who shared with you every single thing about their relationships with their boyfriends. If there was a secret book of girls, it would have been written by you. Somehow, you had learnt how to read men, they were basic and all of them reacted the same way to the same things, they said the same things, did the same things, and flirted the same way. It was the first time you perceived Kevin as part of those men, when he got closer and started getting bolder. Was this the same Kevin from class? Or this was the beer taking place instead of him?

“Uh… Cancer…” You said trying to pay attention to anything except his eyes.

Rule number one: Men have this misconception when they’re flirting, they think that if you stare at them long enough, it means you want to kiss them. If you don’t, avoid their eyes!

“What does it mean?” He kept asking.

“I don’t really know, I’m sensitive I think, that’s what Nayeon says, she knows a lot about that stuff. By the way, did you give her a present?”

A tip that can be useful: try to make them remember that you are friends.

“Uh… No… Do you think that I should have…?” Accidentally, you crossed eyes with him again, he was giving you one of the most radiant smiles you’ve ever seen. Kevin was really beautiful, you know he has like a thousand girls waiting for him to take them out, but you weren’t one of them. Sometimes you wonder if your heart would have felt something for him if it wasn’t so in love with another man.

“Maybe you should have, Nayeon loves presents.”

“What did you give her?”

You looked at him hoping that he didn’t notice how your mind flew directly to the day you picked Nayeon’s present with Yoongi, you had the idea and he knew a place. The image of Yoongi standing outside the apartment with the present on his hands earlier that night flashed your thoughts. You smiled, and Kevin wanted to believe you were smiling because of him. You weren’t.

“A ring, she’s into that.”

He nodded, looking at the tiny space in the couch that separated you from him, you were a few centimeters close to make him think that you liked him a bit more than you did.

“That’s nice…” He said, hesitant. You played with your fingers, already choosing the blurt of words you were going to say before he said something you didn’t want to hear. But he was too quick “So, I know you have a few days free, huh?”

Yes, you had a few days free, but they were occupied by Yoongi’s birthday.

The question faded in the air as you connected your eyes with his dark gaze outside. His eyes went from you to the masculine arm resting on your side of the couch. It was nothing, yet, Yoongi could notice.

A light bulb went on in your head when you remembered rule number two: sometimes men will stop insisting when they know you have a boyfriend. Was it sexist? Yes, it was. Was Yoongi your boyfriend? No, he wasn’t. But it could work.

“Have you met Yoongi?” You answered with another question, trying not to feel bad for ignoring him. You invited him inside with a simple hand gesture, Yoongi didn’t hesitate to start walking towards the window, he opened and entered inside, Then, you looked at poor Kevin again, who was waiting for an answer.

“Yoongi?” Kevin repeated with eyebrows furrowed, but his eyes shifted to the man next to you when he noticed his presence.

“That would be me.” He said sitting next to you and grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, leaving his hand in that place for so long that you felt like it was burning through your clothes.

That was another clue.

You could describe Yoongi listing the things that he was and the things that he was not: Yoongi was talented, funny, a little bit grumpy, passionate and kind. Yoongi was not selfish, not picky, not ungrateful, not jealous. That’s what you would answer if someone were to ask you a few days before that night, but now you were a little unsure about that last one.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kevin.” He introduced himself, as his arm dropped from the side of the couch you felt like something in the room shifted.

“Oh, yeah. I think she mentioned you once.”

Yoongi was polite too, but today was the exception. No hello, no nice to meet you, just a “she mentioned you once”, talking like you had to read between lines. Lucky for you, you were an expert in all Yoongi things.

Translator of Yoongi: “she mentioned you once” meaning “She said your name once, but you aren’t important enough to be mentioned twice.”

What you didn’t expect though, was what Kevin was about to say next.

“I see, she never mentioned you” The words came out of his mouth almost hesitantly, like he tried not to sound so bitter but he did anyway. The worst part was that he was right, you never mentioned Yoongi to Kevin.

You expected that he would finish the sentence with something else but he didn’t, that was it. Silence for the longest five seconds of your life. But Yoongi was smart, scoffing at him like he just told a silly joke, the grip he had on your waist became firmer. You feel like you just became smaller between the two men, but most importantly you wonder, what the fuck was that?

The moment passed when Eric and Youngsung saw Yoongi and turned to talk to him. Did you already mention that they loved him? Because they do.

“What’s up Yoongi? Did the queen already judge your outfit?” Yongsung asked him. He looked at you smirking and then back at her.

“Yeah, and I think I won the contest, she told me it was hot.” He said, making your friends laugh, or at least Youngsung and Eric.

“She only said that because she wants to get in your pants,” Eric said “don’t trust women like her. The moment she gets bored of you she will say that your outfit looked like trash.”

He was talking about what you said about his costume, he was the Joker. You didn’t say it looked like trash, you said it looked cheap, but only because he said that yours looked like the kind of halloween costume they mention in Mean Girls, when you were going for A Cinderella Story. In other words, he said you were dressed like a slut. Who wants enemies with friends like that?

“I didn’t say it looked like trash, I said it looked cheap!” You repeated.

“You’re a mean girl in real life, you know?” Your friend said.

“She’s right, though.” Yoongi defended you with a devilish smile on his face, the words of Kevin were almost long forgotten, but something made you feel like they weren’t. You would have paid to know what was happening in Yoongi’s mind.

“You just said that because you want to get in her pants, you’re just like her.”

“It takes one to know one.” Youngsung joined him.

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty, it wasn’t Kevin’s fault that you couldn't talk about your relationship with Yoongi because it was… complicated. It wasn’t Kevin’s fault that you didn’t know how to get out of situations, asking Yoongi to come and save you. You weren’t expecting Yoongi to react that way, didn’t expect Kevin to say that. Now, you were thinking how to make it up to Kevin and how to make it up to Yoongi, wondering if Yoongi even cared about what Kevin said.

A sense of comfort was wrapped around you when you saw Jungkook joining the couch in front of you, thinking that he could save you from the situation you believed you created. You looked at him, holding your gaze and raising your eyebrows, hoping that he understood what you were trying to say. Jungkook looked at Yoongi and the way he was hugging you and then at Kevin, who seemed out of place next to you. Jungkook raised his shoulders.

‘What is happening?’ he tried to say.

‘I don’t know’ you communicated. ‘Save me’

But he can’t help you, and even if he could, he wouldn’t. He crossed his arms over his chest, marking a distance between the two of you. On this side, you were between two men, the one you loved and the one you tried to push away, on the other side there was him, laughing at your situation. That’s what you got for judging his outfit and saying he didn’t make an effort. Jungkook failed to be your best friend tonight, but you deserved it a little after laughing at everyone’s costumes.

Looking to your right you stared at Yoongi thinking of that knowledge in men you thought you had, looking at him in the eyes you realized that Yoongi was not like other men, it was harder to read when it came to those things. You knew how to tell when he was tired, when he was upset, when he was happy. You knew the look on his face when he wanted you to stay the night, you knew the smile that appeared on his face when he was about to say something snarky, but there was a barrier when it came to things like that.

The night passed and he disappeared with Jungkook in the living room to appear again against the wall, inviting you to your room like it was his own.

You walked through the crowded hallway, bumping into people and stepping on crunchy chips, already thinking of the mess you will have to clean after all of them leave, but all the thoughts vanished when you entered the room and he closed the door behind you.

Yoongi pushed you against the wood devouring your lips, introducing his tongue inside your mouth without permission. He sneaked his hands under your skirt, squeezing your ass cheeks in his palms and pressing you against him, he couldn’t bear to be another second away from your body. He kissed you desperately, like he waited for that moment all night. You tried to follow his pace, grabbing his hair in your fingers and making a mess of it.

“Listen,” you said between kisses “stop looking at my boobs, you’re too obvious.” You scolded him, but he just laughed against your lips.

“I can’t.” He confessed, catching your bottom lip in his teeth to bring your mouth closer. “How do I take this off?” You felt his large hands looking for the bow that tied the corset together, but you stopped him, grabbing his hands to guide him to your bed

“No, you can’t.” You tried to kiss him again, but he looked at you confused, furrowing his eyebrows. “It’s hard to take it off and we have to be quick, what if they start singing happy birthday?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes but he allowed you to take his white jacket, exposing his strong arms in that tight red shirt. You put your hands on his shoulders, making him sit on the bed.

“So I can’t eat you out?” He asked with disappointment in his voice, you shook your head. “Let me finger you, then”

“No,” You climbed your bed when he sat against the headboard, straddling him “it’s supposed to be a quickie.”

“I don’t want a quickie” He whined, grabbing your hips and pushing them down to his own. You huffed, looking at the little pout that formed on his mouth about to give in to him. But no, you wanted to sing happy birthday to your friend, so you forced him to play along. Your hands traveled up to his chest and kissed him with urgency, feeling like time was running out of your hands. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips to make you roll them against his crotch, the only barrier between you two were your panties and the thick fabric of his pants.

Yoongi had no problem with fucking any way you wanted, he was happy to do it either way, but he had his preferences. He liked to have his time and to be on his bed, yours was too small. He wanted you fully naked because he liked to be the only one who got to see you like that. He tried to hit it from the back a few times before and it was good, it was always good with you, but it wasn’t the same. He preferred having you right in front of his face, to feel your shaky breath against his mouth and hear your whimpers next to his ear, to kiss you until you were so lost in the feeling of his cock inside you that you couldn’t kiss back anymore.

But when he didn’t have much time he enjoyed it too. The memory of a rainy night on his bed assaults his mind sometimes, one thing led to another and you confessed that you had a current fantasy of getting fucked on his studio chair. Yoongi opened his eyes so big you thought he saw a ghost, and even though it was the heat of the moment and he confessed some pretty nasty stuff too, your words pierced through his mind. Did that mean that every time you were sitting on his lap you were thinking about… that? The thought made him shiver like he was a teenage boy all over again. He remembers how nervous you looked when he confessed the things he would like to do with you, but it took just one confession from you to tear him apart. If Yoongi thought you were wrapped around his fingers he was wrong, you had him ten times worse.

He decided to make your fantasy come true, even if it was slightly uncomfortable and during work hours, even if you weren’t fully naked and not on his bed.

You knew he liked it either way, so why did he want to keep you in your room so bad?

At that point the question was still on your mind, but you wouldn’t dare to ask him, not yet. It only took a second for you to forget about it, when you felt his tongue running d0wn your neck you were already thinking about other things.

“You’re too greedy” You said as you tried to keep up with the pace of his hips, it was enough to forget about Yoongi’s behavior that night but not enough to satisfy you or him.

“You made me like this.” He murmured. His nose brushed the column of your neck and then he trailed wet kisses down again, you closed your fists on his shirt tightly when he picked up a faster pace, a tiny moan left your lips. You felt like you were seventeen on the couch of the guy from school you had a crush on, making out all afternoon but never doing anything. It was different with Yoongi, you anticipated all of his movements and all of his kisses, wondering what he was going to do next, and he enjoyed watching you trying to get off on top of him, helping you grind yourself on him so he could fuck you right later.

Then it came the confirmation that he was jealous, his teeth nipping the skin of neck with only one mission: to leave a mark. It was unusual for him to leave marks in visible places, he preferred your inner thighs or the top of your breasts, he didn't like scandalous things. He was simpler, he enjoyed knowing that you had marks under your skirt but he was the only one who knew about them.

But he was a man too, and men were simpler than simple.

You almost let him do it, you were too focused on the pressure between your legs and the grip his hands had on your ass, until a groan that escaped from his mouth shook you back to reality for one second. You grabbed his round cheeks from the crook of your neck and made him look at you.

“No funny business.”

“I’m trying to fuck you right now.” He whined again, trying to get back to his original plan, but you stopped him.

“I mean it, we have to get back.” You warned him, looking down to unzip his pants, encountering a similar but better surprise: he was pretty hard. You smirked to yourself, quite proud to be honest, getting his pants down.

“Stop smiling like that.” He caught you as his fingers found the strap of your panties under your skirt.

“Why?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“You’re seeing ghosts.”

He squinted his eyes towards you but didn’t answer the question, instead he grabbed your hips and lifted them just enough to slide your panties down your thighs. You helped him to take them off and sat back again on his lap. He wasted no time, his boxers followed his pants and with a swift motion his hands came back to your hips to push them down, pressing your wet core against his dick, making you gasp.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you? Laughing at me like it wasn’t your fault.” You bit your lips, trying to hold back a moan. “Laughing at me like you weren’t dripping right now.”

Yoongi started to roll his hips just like before, but this time it felt ten times better, it showed in your face, and even if he always tried to keep up his dominant mask, it trembled sometimes. He preferred to have you naked on top of him, with your bare tits in front of his face like you were just for him, but there was something about fucking you in you angel costume that was about to drive him crazy, especially in that white mini skirt that wasn’t long enough to hide the way you were rocking against him.

You wanted to answer him, to spit a snarky comment or to laugh on his face, but there was no time for that, his low voice made your stomach flip, your outfit started to feel hot, the two pieces of clothing you were wearing started to suffocate you. A devilish thought was built in your mind in just a few seconds, the tiny you begged you to ask him to flip you over and fuck you however he liked, to eat you out and miss the happy birthday if he wanted, the tiny you didn’t care.

The rational you didn’t exist anymore, she disappeared when Yoongi’s cock started to rub your clit, kissing you softly, a contradictory gesture from the way his palms on your ass were pressing you to grind on his cock.

“Now you’re quiet? Don’t you have something to say?”

“Yoongi... Stop!” You whined quietly, but he didn’t take you seriously, he laughed at you again.

“You’re funny like that, trying to tell me what to do.” He groaned, positioning yourself so your entrance would align with the tip of his cock. Your whole body shivered at the feeling, now you were paying full attention to his words. “Trying to tell me how to fuck you. But guess what, baby? I’m gonna fuck you the way I want, how I want, as long as I want and you’re gonna love it, okay?” He looked at you waiting for an answer, but you just nodded, enough for him to start introducing his member inside you slowly, you bit your lips hard, digging your fingernails on his shoulders. “Now be a good girl and hold your skirt up so we can watch how you get fucked.”

You obeyed, grabbing the hem of your skirt and holding it up against your abdomen, starting to feel the slow drag of his member filling you up. Both of your moans left your lips at the same time, your bodies were aching for each other since your friend let him in wearing that fucking costume.

He grabbed your ass to sink you deeper until you were full of him, his eyes focused on the direction where your bodies connected and then they came back to your face, catching the perfect sight of your face, you furrowed your eyebrows as you bit your lips trying to hold back the sound that was about to come out of your mouth. He slid his hands up your clothed body, traveling up to the white corset to squeeze your boobs. Oh, how he wished to take that stupid corset off and wrap his lips around your nipples until you were creaming his cock. He could do it, he could convince you to throw it away and waste the next hour inside of your room, but if you wanted to sing happy birthday to Nayeon so badly, he would let you.

You waited for him to move first, you feared that if you did it you would lose control of the sounds you would make, and he noticed, not really happy with the idea of you holding back.

“Why so shy, baby?” He whispered, starting to set a rhythm with his hips.

“There’s… people outsid-…ah…” your voice got interrupted by a high pitched moan that escaped from your lips, he smiled satisfied and then, you started to move with him, pushing your hips forward to meet with him over and over again.

“What about it? You don’t want them to hear?” he teased “You don’t want them to know how good I’m gonna make you feel? I think they already know.”

The idea of your friends knowing that you disappeared with Yoongi in your room was embarrassing, but the urge set a pace and fuck yourself on him was stronger. Riding him always made you feel like you hadn’t fuck in months, and the last time you did was just last wednesday, when you woke up in the middle of the night and cuouldn’t go back to sleep.

If the headboard was making any noise as he thrusted into you, you didn’t notice. Your body responded to him like it was second nature and your hands clung to his chest in search of some stability. “S-stop t-that…” you could only whisper but it was useless trying to be quiet, your whines were already giving you away, maybe the headboard too, but you convinced yourself it wasn’t making any noise.

“That’s what you want, baby?” He asked in a sweet tone, leaning forward to brush his lips over yours “You want me to stop?” He slowly stopped his movements, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

You shook your head in denial “N-no, that’s not what I..!” a choked moan slipped out of your lips when he thrusted his hips forward, you felt how your walls clenched around him, begging him to keep going.

Yoongi loved having you on top, he loved watching you trying to set the perfect pace so you could fuck yourself better on his cock. He knew one thing: every time you did it, you did it better. On the other hand, you were sure that riding him was just an illusion of power, there were very few ways to dominate Yoongi (one of them being pink heart shaped handcuffs, but that’s a story for another day), riding him wasn’t one of them. He always found a way to take control of things, now it was to grip your hips and sink you deeper on his cock.

The position made you feel every single inch of him, quickly building a strong feeling down your belly and between your legs. You were a little embarrassed by how close you already were, but he wasn’t much different, the way his adam apple moved up and down gave him away.

“Keep going, please…”

“Are you gonna keep telling me what to do or are you gonna let me fuck however the fuck I want, huh?” You watched the way his lips moved with hooded eyes, regretting the decision of not letting him eat you out.

“Please, just… just fuck me, I’ll stop.” you cried as you got closer to him, pressing your palms over his chest and enveloping his lips into a desperate kiss, he didn’t oppose, he was easy like that. His hands went to squeeze your ass cheeks one more time, thrusting deeper inside you again. He helped you move up and down until you caught up with his fast pace.

How could you have a man like that and not be in love with him? No one ever kissed you with such determination, so sure of himself yet so scared to let you go, like time was about to end every second that passed.

You never had that level of intimacy with anyone, not even with your ex, he never kissed or fucked you like that. With Yoongi everything was passionate, he made you squirm under him during the night and made breakfast in the morning. He told you how pretty you looked when you jumped into his car and listened to the songs you recommended to him. He sneaked you into your own bedroom just because he was jealous and horny.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” God, your ex boyfriend didn’t have a mouth like Yoongi either. He wanted to sit back and enjoy the view of your tits bouncing out of your corset, but if he did he would lose it immediately, he didn't know where to look anymore. You responded with a deep moan, allowing yourself to rest on top of his chest, a clear sign that you were about to cum “Are you going to be my sweet angel and cum for me?” You nodded, his thrusts starting to get sloppy yet faster.

“I-I’m... so close.” you managed to say.

There would be time to worry about your appearance later, but the sight of him lost on his own pleasure, with his eye barely open and messy hair made you realize that you looked as fucked up as him. But he looked so hot like that, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“It’s okay angel, I’m close too.” The nickname rolled in his tongue in such a natural way, in the end Yoongi was not so wrong about the roleplay thing. You found it cute, in his voice it sounded sweet.

You were too intoxicated in the way he was pounding inside you, too on edge of your climax. The worry of being heard left the room a long time ago, replacing it with the dirty sound of your wetness, your cries of pleasure and his deep groans.

“Don’t stop, please” you whined.

“How could I when you feel this good?” You felt his cock throbbing inside you, making you arch your back and press your chest against his “Cum for me baby, want to see your pretty face when you do.” It only took one thrust of him to make you cum around his cock, he helped you ride your high as you filled the room with choked cries and the tortured sound of his name. “Can I cum inside you?” he asked as you tried to focus your blurry gaze, nodding because you didn’t trust your voice. “Okay angel, now lift your skirt again and let me see the mess you made.” His voice came out as a shaky breath, the desperation slipping out of his tongue. You rolled your hips once again to help him to reach his climax, crying out at the feeling of his cum slipping out of you, wondering how the fuck you were going to walk out of this room acting like nothing happened, Yoongi’s low moans were enough to make you forget about it.

You felt like every muscle of your body was on fire, your thighs were shaky and sticky but something made you smile. You rested your head in his chest, feeling his fingers brushing your hair as he sighed. The room became silent, the only sound you could hear was the music outside and your heavy breathing. You stayed like that for a while, he was too content to break the silence.

But curiosity was eating you alive, so you lifted your head and kissed him on the lips, he closed his eyes and kissed you back, having no idea what you were going to say next.

“Bubba, are you jealous?” You finally asked him. He opened his eyes like you just said a forbidden word.

“What?” He murmured, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You laughed

“Baby, I’m still balls deep inside you, do you think this is time for a conversation?”

“Yeah, why not? I wanted to ask.” You said, playing with the chain that hung around his neck, he huffed.

“I’m not, why would I be? Why should I be?” He started questioning, the words slipping out of his mouth like he couldn’t control them.

“Don’t lie to me” You warned.

“Jealous of who?” He asked, avoiding your gaze.

“Of Kevin!”

He stayed in silence for a while, and then his eyes came back home to yours, looking at you with the funniest expression, trying so hard not to snap. For a moment you thought he was about to lie again.

“And what if I am?”

“I knew it!” You exclaimed before he could retract himself “But why?”

“What, I can’t? I don't want other guys to be looking at your tits. Is that so wrong?”

Your hands came up to cover your chest, furrowing your eyebrows “He wasn’t looking at them…”

“He was, baby. I know because I was looking at them too.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi...” You complained, why did he always have to make your cheeks burn red?

“Don’t Yoongi-me...”

“He wasn’t, but that was not the point.”

“What is it, then?”

“That you don’t have to feel jealous of him.” You almost whispered.

“Then why did he say that you never mentioned me?” He asked. In that moment you could see a different layer of Yoongi, one that didn’t use words to hide what he was really feeling, he couldn’t find a way to ask that question in any other way than to be direct.

“I have known him for only two months, bubba.” You explained “He barely knows anything about me, I told him nothing about me. But I’m sure he likes me and said that to upset you, don’t pay attention to him.”

“Only two months?” He asked.

“Yes, he helped me with that failed exam that made me cry. We always talk about school, but tonight was different, I don’t know why.”

Yoongi looked like he was thinking about it, processing your words and changing his mood. You were right, there was no need to be upset. After all, all your friends knew him and loved him. His face softened.

“And besides, I only want you.” He stared at you from above. He was face to face with you and yet he was so blind to see what you wanted. He was the only guy who could have you like that yet he still got jealous of someone you never thought about.

You thought about Yoongi all the time when he was gone. You thought about him when you were cooking, wishing he was there to taste your food. You thought about him when you passed by the music store, when you see a fluffy brown dog down the street or when you hear the sound of the piano in a movie.

You thought he knew all this stuff, but he was unaware of all of it, even if he was the only person you allowed to be inside you and have a conversation at the same time.

“You do?” He asked.

“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, look at me, You know I don’t do these things with other boys.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Then stop pouting!”

He laughed with you and shut you up with a short but sweet kiss.

“Stop scolding me.” He whispered against your lips.

“You need to be scolded sometimes.”

“Get up, let me clean you up.”

You sat on your bed before leaving the room, staring at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were presentable to go out. Then, you remembered something.

“What did you get me?” You asked him. “Tonight you said you got me something.” He nodded, remembering the gift. He stood up from the bed and looked for something in the drawer of your nightstand. He took out a thin but long black box and handed it to you without saying anything. “Did you hide it in my drawer?”

“Yes, when I arrived.”

You opened the box to find a golden necklace with three white pearls in the middle, it was the same necklace you were ogling in the store where you bought Nayeon’s ring. He came back and picked it for you.

You stared at him with the sweetest look you could ever give him and jumped right into his arms to hug him.

“You’re the cutest” You said between giggles “Thank you, it’s beautiful. I love it”

“Of course you do, I saw you in the store about to go bankrupt to buy it. I couldn’t let that happen.” He laughed. He knew you so well.

“And people think you aren’t sweet.”

“Don’t tell anybody about it.” He joked, hugging your waist and pressing a kiss to your lips “No one can know.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect your bad guy reputation.”

Yoongi and you left the room acting like nothing happened, you sang happy birthday to a drunk Nayeon and ate the cake you made for her, everyone liked it, including Yoongi, who ate two pieces.

Kevin didn’t try anything anymore, not after Yoongi kissed you in front of him, he got the idea. Nayeon gave you a funny look when he saw you again after half an hour, like she knew a secret she wasn’t supposed to know.

Everyone left except Yoongi and Jungkook. You decided to clean the apartment the next day. Jungkook slept in Nayeon’s bedroom on a spare mattress and Yoongi followed you to yours to change into his pajamas and prepare to sleep another night in your one person bed.

“I’m gonna buy you a bigger bed for your birthday,” He said, hugging you from behind “we can’t keep sleeping like this.”

“I’m afraid we have to, a bigger bed won’t fit in this room.”

You secretly loved sharing your small bed with him, there was no way for him to escape from you and the only comfortable position to sleep in was spooning.

“That sucks.”

“But I like spooning.” You confessed.

“We can spoon in a bigger bed.”

You laughed, grabbing the hand he had on your waist and bringing it closer to your chest. He buried his face on your hair, attempting to fall asleep, only then you allowed yourself to step inside your mind. The rational you made an appearance and got informed about the events that happened during her absence.

Even pressed against him on the bed you felt like there was an abyss between the two of you and the things you wanted. The rational you did a list of them: firstly, you didn’t do “casual”, you never did, you didn’t like it. Yet, there you were, wrapped around some guy’s arms, waiting for him to tell you he was ready to be serious about you.

You enjoyed the night, you didn’t want those thoughts to cloud your mind, but it’s almost impossible to stop them. A version of you that you never met was created in your head as you allowed those thoughts to wander in it. She looked like a nightmare, like someone you wanted to erase, a version of you who waits for someone to love her or leave her, not really sure what the man she loved was going to choose to do, not really sure of anything at all. You start to feel embarrassed, wondering if this is the view your friends had of you, if Nayeon or Jungkook saw the way Yoongi had you saving a spot he wasn’t sure if he wanted.

You were about to be dragged into one of the deepest places of your mind but then, his deep voice reached your ears, making all those ugly thoughts disappear in a second.

“You know that you’re the only one I want too, right?” He asked, referring to the previous conversation you had. Did you know? You felt like it was news to you.

“Now I know.” You answered. He kissed your cheek and said something before falling asleep.

“Now you know.”

You found it funny how Yoongi was the one to blame for all those thoughts but also the only one who could make them disappear. You fell asleep right after him, deciding not to torture yourself with any more questions, at least for tonight.

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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idk if u write for male reader but i would love to read 3 + royalty tpn ray

# tags: scenario; friendship and also current secret relationship; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of angst; royalty!au; prince!reader and prince!ray; staring at the stars together; imaginary world; sfw

includes: male reader ft. ray {tpn}

author’s note: yes! i am writing for male readers and thank you very much for this. this is my first tpn request!

3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?”

A warm August night, and the day – and at the same time the feast – of Saint Aure’guen was a time when animals spoke with human voices, flowers changed their places and arranged themselves in beautiful patterns, and the stars showed the future to those who dared to look at them. It was a magical moment, celebrated only once a year on the fourth Tuesday of the month mentioned above.

“... It’s beautiful today, isn’t it?” You asked quietly, squeezing your lover’s hand tighter, who timidly nodded his head, looking at the stars arranged in various figures or signs. The moon was obscured by dark clouds giving the opportunity to shine that night to its smaller brothers. “Do you see anything interesting? Has heaven told you a secret or something?”

The Prince of Aquemering looked into your shining eyes for a brief moment, then turned his full attention back to the dark and the flashing dots. He was observant, intelligent, and loved anything to do with space. He was the opposite of you – a boy boy who loved music, painting and fencing. You loved the mundane things, while Rey loved history, the mysteries of the world, the cosmos and the depths of all the oceans that surround the earth, and all the fossils and ancestors of your families.

“The stars warn of a battle between the two of us. We must beware of third parties who will seek to destroy our happiness.” He said quietly, closing his tired eyelids.

As the future king, and also the current prince of Ignitesu, you will certainly be forced to marry a woman whose name you will hear on the occasion of your wedding ceremony in a few years. You will surely become the father of several children, a respected ruler and beloved man of the whole kingdom. But it wasn’t what you wanted. You just wanted to spend your next years, until the day of your death, with a person with whom you share not only love, but also mutual respect, sincere friendship and much more important values than the desire to start a family or exercise power over the entire country. These feelings were stronger than life and more certain than death.

“Ohh, I see. So... Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?” You joked, wanting to lighten the atmosphere between the two of you, but Ray just rolled his eyes, pinching your warm right cheek.

The stars never lie; perhaps your fight will be symbolic – for a piece of baked potato with pepper on a plate – or perhaps it will have a second bottom that will end your relationship once and for all. The stars were never wrong, but they also never said when it would happen; tomorrow, in five months, in eight years, on your seventieth birthday. Or maybe posthumously? Nobody knows that.

Now, however, you wanted to enjoy the Night of Truth and each other’s presence. You didn’t want to think about superfluous things, you didn’t want to talk about the future. Now, in this moment, you valued the present and your current feelings. What will be tomorrow will be tomorrow.

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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prologue

summary— before you, there was no me

pairing— proathlete!bucky x reader

warnings— language, drinking, heart break, tooth rotting fluff and smooches

a/n— thought it was time i share a version of bucky!! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOY SEB!!!

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twelve years ago

“Dude Buck, did ya hear the news?” His very own partner in crime— Steve Rogers spoke. Grinning ear to ear.

“Huh? What news Steve?“ Puzzled and looking at his friend like he grew three heads as he took his seat in the stuffy middle school classroom.

“There's a new girl.” His eyebrows wiggled around and a smirk formed on the word new.

“Yes Steve I did as a matter of—.”

It was one of those breathless moments when he saw you for the very first time. In a stuffy eighth grade classroom in Brooklyn with a dopey boyish smile plastered on his face and steel eyes sparkling a little brighter when he saw you.

Dusty cheeks and light pink colored lips. Cotton candy sunsets and peonies he’d declare as yours. Opium and fresh linen invaded his thoughts as it lingered in the love sick atmosphere.

A smile that he swore was sweeter than Winnie’s homemade cinnamon rolls. He watched as you tucked a piece of hair between your ear and sat two feet from him.

Gold soaring through his chest when your eyes connected with his— dizzy and out of breath. He needed a second to regain his composure, he couldn’t embarrass himself— not yet anyways. How could someone you’ve never spoken to make you feel that way? But that didn’t matter because the moment his eyes fell on you, you were it for him. No other person in the world would matter to him the way you were going to.

The world stopped and the stars aligned. He was love struck. And in that moment his world would never be the same.

“Hi I’m Y/n.” A glow tinted your cheekbones, glossy lips— boy did he wanna kiss you for the rest of his life. And your eyes, were they twinkling? Yeah, no they were, just like the stars on a warm night looking over the bridge. “James, right?”

“Uh— yeah, that’s me James.” Red brushed over his face and his bottom lip coming between his white smile teeth. “Or Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, James or Bucky.” Gentle eyes sweeping across his face as your smile curved into the symbol of night.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” Tongue tied and hopelessly in love. He was living in the golden hour. “James.”

The pause heavy and present “Sorry?”

“I like the way you say it.”

“Alright, James.”

Sunshine on a rainy day. The brightest star in the sky. Now his favorite constellation— the one he would come to know the most about. By far the best planet in the universe. And one day you would be his entire universe. That he was sure of. Promise of tomorrow, he thought. You would be everything he never knew he needed in his life.

James Buchanan Barnes was royally screwed.

ten years ago

Personal space didn’t exist when you were around Bucky. You learned after years of friendship spent with late night conversations under your white sheets, stolen glances and many sporting events where he’d claim he needed to hold your hand. Y’know just in case. It was a romance straight out of movies— best friends fall for one another and boy did you fall hard for the six foot steel eyed boy.

It only got worse when you two started dating. And boy were you okay with all that came with the boyish smile, baseball cap and those two words— my girl.

Always needing to feel you in some capacity— whether it was his hand slotting into yours, fingers intertwining with one another or his bicep wrapped around your neck as he mumbled into your hairline I love you as he walked you to class.

“James— Jamie— you’re gonna get in trouble with Coach.” Managing to mumble out as his lips attacked the column of your neck. Stray kisses adorned your jawline, bruises left in the path of his destruction. His bicep rippling next to your head, the hat he once wore littered on the floor and his palm meeting the small of your back the more he pressed against you.

“Mhm don’t care. Can’t wear this outfit and expect me to be a gentleman around m’girl.” He quipped right back, pulling away for one moment. Breathless and lovestruck.

His head spinning when his eyes trace over you. The glow of your skin, dusty cheeks and your voice delicate and soft when you respond to his antics.

“James you say that about every outfit I wear-“ You mumble out before his lips connect with the corners of your mouth, then connecting your lips with his. Needing to remember the way your lips felt against his, the watermelon lip gloss with a dash of mint, the way you hum in content when he finds home along them. His tongue swiping over yours—begging you to let him in. A craving only getting worse by the second.

“‘S true. Walkin’ around all the time lookin’ illegal. How do you expect me to be a gentleman or for a matter of fact keep my hands to myself. Afterall us baseball boys are good with our ha—“ lips cutting him off, the only way to ever shut him up— he once told you and he smiles into the all consuming kiss.

Bucky knew you better than baseball. It was the little details for him— the dimple on the right side above your cheek, the crease you’d get between your forehead when you thought too vicariously about something, the fidgeting of your necklaces when you were anxious, all of that made him love you a little more everyday. The brightest star in the sky.

Hands pushing him away from you, still engulfing your presence and a pointed look thrown at him, “You have a game to win.” You mutter out, fixing the mess he created— shit eating smirk adorning his face as he watches you.

“Fine, fine, ‘m going but I'll see ya tonight and I expect eight when you get there.” Adam apple bobbing, hands resting on each side of you against the gym wall. But not before he presses one (or a few) more symbols of his love from his lips to your jaw making his way back to your pillow lips. Just one more kiss, for good luck he mumbled against you, before he reluctantly pushed himself off you before he got carried away. On last fleeting look as he catches himself in the door way shooting you a wink and his lips carve eight into the air around him.

“Idiot.” Cloudy colored manicured fingers trace over your lips and glimmer in your eye as you make your way to the stadium to watch your love struck baseball boy.

Today's were his and his tomorrow's were yours, so he thought.

eights years ago

If he could go back and change everything— he would. In a blink of an eye. A snap of his fingers.

It was on repeat. A never ending cycle. A horrible nightmare he couldn’t come out of.

Every word floated around his head, the twinkle in your eyes— disappeared into the night, your fingers turning a part of him— an anxious habit he never thought he’d be the reason for. It haunted him. Living in his mind were the words he spoke to you that made you crumble and break into pieces he knew he couldn’t fix. Bucky never imagined he would be the reason for not only his nightmares but yours. Something he felt everyday for the past eight years.

The goodbye on a cruel loop with a broken button he couldn’t fix.

Blue baseball cap crumbled in his hand, red painted his face, his gaze never left your broken eyes. He watched a tear slide down the place he kissed before each game and held between his hands when he confessed that he was head over heels in love with you.

Your eyes always welcomed him home. Always reminding him that with one look from you, everything would be okay. He was safe. Instead the eyes that once danced with the moon as stars sprinkled in her hair were replaced with something he’d only seen once and hoped to never see again.

Water lined your favorite shade of blue, his six foot self trembled with each breath he took.

“Remember when you said you’d take all the nightmares away?” Her voice cracked after each word— broken like how she felt. Eyes raked over his glassy eyes— one last thing she thought, then walk away.

She was losing herself and it was all his fault. He was to blame for one of the few good things in his life — no the only good thing. His home.

His arms itching to reach for you and shield you away from all the pain— the pain he caused. He couldn’t. Losing that privilege when all those words left his mouth that day.

A meek nod was the only thing he could give you.

“Now I’m living in the worst one and you’re the reason for it.”

Bucky winced, glued to the floor as he processed the hard words and the harsh truth— no longer being able to call you his anymore.

And he had to watch the million reasons follow as you walked away from him for the last time.

That moment still living in the silence between every thought that crossed his mind.

He saw you everywhere. When the sun tucked itself away so the stars would shine a little brighter. In every cotton candy sunset he caught a glimpse of the first moment he laid his eyes on you. But the one place he saw you the most was in himself. Killing him a little bit everyday. If he could he’d go back, undo it all; he’d take you to where the stars kissed the ocean like he once did.

And just maybe he’d have the chance to show you the million reasons within the million moments on why he loved you.

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cheesus-doodles · 1 year

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Why do I feel like Taiju - like Izana - doesn’t give too much of a crap over his kids? (Because mans has a kink he claimed is his christian values of procreation so there will be many baby Shibas running about)

Like maybe he cares marginally in a way that he views them as offspring, his legacy, living proof of your union and whatnot…but like Izana if he had to pick he’d always choose us. Plus he’s not above using them as leverage to get us to behave.

In retrospect there are probably few tr yanderes that genuinely care about their children. I can see Mitsuya, Baji, kakucho and draken for sure in terms of honest to goodness love. The middle of the pack like koko maybe Inui, the Haitani bros…do care but it’s a majorly stems from either a twisted sense of possession or a macabre family portrait. The tail end is where izana, Mikey, kisaki, Haruchiyo come in.

Kind of rambled there, I swear i just was going to focus on Taiju and I spiraled. it’s my take on it, but i would love your opinion on this if it isn’t too much of an ask. Be well and have a great day!

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ahh merry christmas, happy holidays and happy new year to everyone! since christmas just passed you know we gotta give some love to our favourite christian delinquent boy - sorry it took so long to get back to you kind anon!

Actually I think when it comes to their children, Taiju and Izana would be complete opposites as opposed to being on the same side.

Taiju would be the one that would actually make the effort to be a present, loving father to all his little Shiba children. Which yes would be one for the above mentioned reason of Christian values (cough definitely got nothing to be with his kink or rather you'll never get him to admit it cough), and two, getting you pregnant again when you start getting restless helps keep you dependent and pliant. Helps that he loves seeing you round with another kid and having to ask him for help when you stop being able to waddle around the house - which he is more than happy to do so, bridal carrying you everywhere.

I feel that Taiju does love his children to a certain degree, especially since its the ones he had with you even if it is no where close to his love for you, but he isn't 100% opposed to sharing the light of his life with them and does see the value in keeping them on his side. Taking good care of them would mean that they would be more inclined to listen to their father when he asks them to do something for the "benefit" of their mama, plus you wouldn't have to spend so much time looking out of them instead of looking after him. This boy definitely isn't above using your children as leverage when he needs to, and in fact its usually with the cooperation of his children. Having them help keep an eye on you while he is at work, making sure you stay home and out of the public's eyes, taking your breaks as needed, and then telling them to ignore you or send them to their uncle or aunt's place; children come in useful when their father is as charismatic as Taiju, though no doubt they love the affection from their mama more.

Taiju won't see his children as a threat to you, be they male or female - of course he would always pick you over them if it came down to it, but he wouldn't be in any hurry to kick his children out or send them away for school to get them away from you. As long as they keep in line that is, and don't make any attempts to separate him from the love of his life. And Hakkai and Yuzuha help to remind the little Shibas whenever they get the opportunity to - no one is in any hurry to find out what the old Taiju re-emerging would look or feel like.

Others that I feel would also fall into this category would be yes Koko, Inupi and Rindo, but none of them would care to have as many children as Taiju - maybe at most two or three, which would the limits of their tolerance.

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Izana on the other hand is a hell lot more possessive over you - this boy would absolutely give little to zero shits about his kid because he is already your baby, and would only have that one child because he doesn’t like having your attention off of him even for a single minute. Only had a kid because honestly they were a mistake and Izana hadn't realized that babytrapping you was going to lead to you having a baby. Sometimes thoughts just do not pass through his head fully, but at least realizes that you were now tied very permanently to him, and your child would be living proof of your union with him. Gets very jealous very easily, and would insist that you pamper him even more than usual to "make up" for the attention you were giving his kid. Sometimes would take the time and effort to parade his child around to show them off and indirectly show you off to others, though its not unusual for this big baby to sometimes just choose to ignore the fact that he even has a child when he is pouting.

Definitely uses his child as leverage over you, strictly controlling the amount of time you get to spend with your baby. Refusing to let you hold the child for any more than necessary when Izana thinks you are misbehaving (usually when he is clingy and in a meltdown thinking that you want to leave him), and rewarding you with more playtime and even outside time when he is in a good mood. Takes a lot of your effort to finally get Izana to acknowledge and internalize that he has a child, and that is when he finally lets loose a little and proceeds to spoil his kid rotten materially. Still stingy with his affection though, and only ever wants to cuddle with you.

But Izana would 100% be the sort to see his child as a threat to you and his relationship with you the more they grow up. Definitely difference in treatment if the child was a boy or a girl - he'll be so much softer if he had a daughter, since she would be no threat in his eyes, even more so if she was a daddy's girl. But if he had a son, ho boy. Would at most tolerate the kid until he was 15 or 16, and then its sending him off to college as far away from you as possible, and making it damn near impossible for him to come back home unless you force the exception, either through taking away cuddling time or being extra nice to him. Any time you get to spend with your kid is heavily restricted and monitored, Izana would most likely even give his son a job just to keep him away from you.

Others that would fall into this category would be Mikey, Kazutora, Sanzu, Kisaki and even Ran, though only Ran would also differentiate between if he had a son or daughter. Kisaki would keep his child around as leverage no matter the gender, and Mikey, Kazutora and Sanzu would have no qualms banishing their kid as soon as they were of age, be it daughter or son.

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jo-harrington · 7 months

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Jo, give me something fucked up about teeth. Dealers choice.

Oh my love, ask and ye shall receive.

This could be any of our boys...but I think you know exactly who this is. Happy Birthday Meg, my love, my life, my cheeseburger.

Pairing: Some specific actor with (allegedly) fake teeth who shall not be named x Fem!Reader

Warnings: RPF, smut (P in V), teasing, power play, oral fixation, and obviously TEETH.

"Take them off."

"Excuse me?"

"Your teeth." You panted heavily. "Off."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing right now.

You were both in your underwear, playing your little drawn out striptease foreplay to see who could make the other cum first--or beg first, it really didn't matter--without letting it really get to the main attraction. Truth be told, neither of you had time for this kind of game, but you always made the time.

This wasn't a relationship; one could barely even call it an affair.

It was...a fling, a hookup, an every-so-often occurrence that happened at a hotel whenever the two of you were in the same city on business or "coincidentally" had long-enough "layovers" at the same airport.

What began as drinks and conversation shared in some overrated, overcrowded airport lounge turned into the bearing of the soul to another familiar face that lived and died by their travel itinerary, and then the bearing of each others bodies.

And although he might have told you about his...hang-up about his teeth before, he never considered that you'd put two and two together on your own and realize it was a way for him to...tame the beast, so to speak.

Or agitate it, if the right buttons were pushed.

"Take. Them. Off," you repeated again. You stopped and sat back on his thighs and crossed your arms over your chest. "If we're gonna kiss, I don't want to cut my tongue on the bridge of your false teeth."

"We don't have to kiss to have a good time," he pouted and put his hands on your thighs, hoping to tempt you closer and back into a delicious rhythmic friction against him.

This was fun for both of you, why did it need to stop?

" I like kissing and this is my hotel room," you reminded him, barely budging. "And I can make it all worth while for you if you just do as I say, Joseph."

The force behind his name made him twitch.

It was a battle of the wills.

It always was, actually.

He could play important celebrity card, with his managers and pr reps and publicists and thousands of fans that screamed his name no matter how dead it made him inside.

He didn't have to fit you in.

But you also had your cards to play, with your conference calls and pitch meetings and a job that was infinitely more impactful and probably more profitable than his could ever be.

So you could honestly say the same.

But you'd let him win last time, so it was your turn now. Wasn't it?

Still he hesitated as he tongued along the metal bar that lined the backs of his incisors.

This wasn't you playing to his oral fixation; this wasn't you painting the taste of yourself over his lips with the tips of your fingers or stuffing your panties in his mouth because he was in your room and your boss had the next room over. This was you peeling back his defenses and seeing the heart of him, shining a light into the deep and twisted corners of his mind.

Did he want you to stick your tongue in the gaps between his incisors and his molars? Yes. Did he want to bite you hard enough to leave a mark and then see the break in the imprint on your skin? Also yes.

But he also didn't want you to have to see the chip in his armor, one that he'd been made fun of before time and again. The thing that made his first ever stylist cringe when he posed and smiled for a photoshoot.

He'd gone to the dentist with the check from that ad campaign and gotten the fake teeth fitted.

"Don't do that," they told him, words that echoed in his head as he had the impression tray in his mouth. "Don't smile so big. Don't smile at all. You're handsome enough; no one wants to see that."

But now you wanted to see it, you wanted to see him and know him and fuck the him that was imperfect. Consume the part of him that no one wanted. The one that got erased by a careful crafted facade and sometimes an AI filter...by both friends and fans alike.

You both had confessed to one another, after the second or third time you'd "run into each other" that...family and close friends aside...it was hard to travel to all these places and be a name, a job, a reputation...and not yourself.

So he wanted you to see him.

He hungered for it.

And against his better judgement, he forced his tongue against the metal to push the bridge out of his mouth. He tried to be quick to throw it onto the bedside table, but your hand shot forward and you grabbed his wrist.

"I thought you wanted to kiss," he mocked you now. He pressed his tongue flat against the roof of his mouth and felt the familiar comfort that came with fiddling with the gaps. "Needed a kiss so badly."

"I do," you nodded, your eyes locked with the metal and porcelain. "And we will."

"But..."

Your grip on him loosened once you knew he wouldn't wrench his hand away. Your fingers danced up his arm, then over his fingers, until you plucked the bridge from his grasp to inspect it.

He watched, entranced, as you tilted your head and analyzed the dental device.

His hand stayed frozen in the air...until you shifted forward once again and ground down onto his cock, your slickness already soaked through your panties and the Dior boxer briefs that he was obligated to wear, creating a sticky drag that caused him to groan.

You bucked, over and over until he felt like he was about to reach the precipice. Both of you moaned, the truth silent and thick in the air that you were truly just using him to chase your own pleasure, all the while doing all of the little things that made him weaker than you. Made him lose himself before you could.

Your rhythm stuttered purposefully, dragging your clit over his sensitive head, over and over. Rolled your hips up and forward so the softness of your ass rubbed against him, cradled all of him just so.

And the kicker was you did all this by instinct, muscle memory as you pointedly ignored him, ignored his want for your eyes locked with his as you challenged one another, so you could overanalyze the contraption that made him perfect in the eyes of his fans. The lie.

And then you stopped. Right as he was panting and whining and begging without words.

You moved the false teeth to one of your arms and ran the perfect ridges along your skin.

"You know in all the times we've done this, you've never bitten me before," you told him matter-of-factly.

"I...wha--" He was at a loss for words.

"Bitten me," you repeated. You had to repeat yourself a lot tonight. "I thought you would have done it by now."

"Why would I?" he questioned.

"Why wouldn't you?" you retorted. "I think we get into it enough sometimes that...spur of the moment, lack of judgement...just a little nibble."

"First you want a kiss," he huffed in laughter. "Now you want a hickey. Getting needy now, aren't you, love?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, and in a move most unexpected, you shoved the teeth in your mouth. Clenched between your teeth, his bite pattern obviously not a match for yours, but it made for a morbid set of vampire fangs. His cuspids clenched between your incisors.

You then shifted and peeled his underwear back to squeeze his shaft, skin to skin, hot and spit and slick. And it made him see stars, he was close, closer now that you did...all of this.

For the briefest second as you peeled your own panties to the side and sunk down onto him, he questioned everything, questioned his life as the warmth engulfed him and he saw God.

Why would you do this? What had changed? When had two lonely souls sharing drinks and stale bagels and secrets and sex turned into...you sucking on his teeth while you rode him to oblivion.

Then again...he had always been into some wild things. Things that he knew he had to give up since he became a household name. Was this just...did something inside him immediately recognize a kindred soul...slightly lost...slightly yearning for the life they left behind when an immense expectation became too much to bear.

He had wanted you to consume him. Maybe this was the two of you consuming each other...

You grabbed his hand and maneuvered him to pleasure you, to rub and play with you, to get you to the edge that you'd so successfully gotten him to so you could launch yourself into wanton irresponsibility together.

As he moved his fingers, as you shifted your hips, his mouth moved in a similar fashion. Teeth clenching, tongue flicking, silent oh's and ah's that sparked a wicked idea inside of you.

You shifted forward, leaned your head closer to his, breathed heavily through the bridge clenched in your teeth...swiveled your hips, once twice...then you kissed him.

And he came.

#stranger things fanfiction #tw: smut #tw: teeth #for meg #normies stay out #tw: rpf

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jackietorrance · 1 year

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Shinunoga E-Wa

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Jenna Ortega x Reader;

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You met Jenna during your adolescence, when you advanced in class. It was a new school, a new environment, and new people. Let's say, your social skills were not so good, the things you liked were not common around, but there seemed to be someone in that place in the same situation. You decided to go talk to her there was nothing to lose at all. This became the best choice you've made in your life. She smiled gently when you were getting in the way to find something. It was stupid how much you got together after this first day. Your parents were happy to learn that your firstborn would have someone else who would understand you besides themselves, you would come home happy, with Jenna it wasn't so different because she knew you were different from other classmates. It didn't take long to be best friends, go to each other's house, share the same projects, even decided to go to the same college.

In another time, you noticed that she seemed more distant, maybe it's something in your mind. She didn't seem to be angry, her face emanated sadness, sometimes you tried to go to her but when you sat next to her, she wouldn't look at you. You tried your best not to pester Jenna, but you couldn't stand another minute with your best friend ignoring you.

Yes, it was a option. Let's see, when you confronted her, she just backed away. "What's wrong Jenna? Why are you so quiet this afternoon?" you asked her gently. "Nothing, sometimes things just seem to go haywire, wait until your birthday everyone will understand."

You gave her a questioning look but she just smiled. Your eyes got widened as you glanced at a certain guy. "Who's that girl with that guy? Don't tell me he's your boyfriend?" She lightly blushed, "Um, not exactly, he's my brother" You blinked twice, "Wait… you have a brother?" You were confused. For some reason, you have started an argument, you went to his desk and bumped into him twice, and this time you strayed from your own. You said sorry with a sweet smile. She laughed lightly, "Dang, your face was priceless."

The other day, you went to Jenna's house, but what greeted you was the boy who looked like her brother saying that Jenna wasn't there at the moment. You looked curiously into the house but were stopped by the boy's body, which covered the door completely. Your eyes narrowed and a mischievous smile took over your expression. You counted in your head the minutes before he relaxed his guard.

What little you could see were boxes stacked in an empty space. Jenna appeared behind her brother, looking at him and then looking down at you. Her expression fell upon seeing your face, you didn't like to see her like that. Her brother entered the house, you even thought about talking to Jenna but she was faster to slam the door. She wanted to play dirty, you were going to play dirty.

A few nights later, you rang the door, Jenna opened it with her eyes closed. She didn't even realize it was you until she smelled your perfume. She swiftly pushed you out of the door, "Oh, I thought you were an annoying neighbor." "Really Jenna? A neighbor? I know your brother is a bit suspicious but… you have to have a line"

"Shut up, go home"

You ignored Jenna's order and followed her into the house. "He's not here" Jenna said in a whisper. You felt a breath on your neck. A body pressed against yours. Jenna's scent was predominant in that room. You've stopped breathing for a second. You've closed your eyes, you could feel the heat coming from her body, your heart started to beat faster, you were startled by the heat from your palms. You slowly turned around. She looked devastated. You two were almost eye to eye. You tilted your head so you could see her eyes, which were darker than the usual and her body position was much more rigid than your usual posture. Her eyes narrowed, and soon she pushed you in a hug.

"I missed you" Jenna's voice was muffled by your shirt. You lifted the face to look into her eyes . "I've missed you too" you said, smiling and softly touching her cheek. You've missed the beautiful brown orbs. You leaned in to kiss her but something stopped, it was her hands gripping your shirt. "I'm sorry" she said quietly. You were about to ask why, but before you could get yourself to speak the words, she leaned into kiss your collarbone. You closed your eyes and shivered gently. You have the feeling of being drawn into something and caught in her arms, your eyes opened, you saw her closed, your chest pressed against hers. You felt you couldn't breathe, your eyes were covered by her hair, it looked so soft, her lips so soft.

You've felt your cheeks burn, as if it was the first time you felt that. Jenna gently kissed your neck and suddenly sucked on your ear where it was still red, leaving a visible mark. You can feel the legs shaking in your arms. You have lost your ability to think, you have to fight the urge to kiss her.

The feeling that you have experienced before, it was the same feeling running through you now, your heart felt like it was going to grow out of your chest, the burning in your cheeks, that feeling that was like aching and itching.

Don't you feel a bit heavy? Time stood still for Jenna and you, maybe it's because you two were immersed in your own world.

You've locked yourself in a room, and you're kissing. That is it, that is the only thing you did, kiss. That is the only thing you want to do, love her.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #fluff #jenna ortega x gn reader

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youn9racha · 2 years

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The Black Dress

TW// FLASHING/FLICKERING LIGHTS

pairing: bf!han x gf!afab reader

genre: smut

synopsis: your boyfriend's birthday was coming up, and you, typically buying him gifts, lost track of time and forgot to get something. so you had to conjure up something to compensate, and you know just the thing...

warning: rushed smut rip, lowkey pwp, mentions of cumslut, breeding kink/cum play if only you squint, piv, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), implied dumbification and corruption kink, ruined make-up (i think that's corruption as well but it deserves it separate warning), lingerie kink (?), dom!han, sub!reader, mentions of self-conscious reader (no body type mentioned though), degradation, slight spanking, mentions of multiple of orgasm, basically hannie doesn't hold back, open-ended aftercare.

words: 3.3k

a/n: so this is my contribution for hannie's birthday... happy birthday han !!! i made this fic in under four hours so this isn't my best, but its something 😞🙏 well regardless, hope my birthday boy has a wonderful birthday

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

You were screwed.

You were convinced that you were the worst girlfriend in this entire world. Your ever so lovely, adorable, funny, god’s greatest gift of a boyfriend, Jisung’s, birthday was in a few days, and you haven’t had anything prepared. You cussed yourself out when you looked at the date, taunting you and reminding you how close his birthday is, and you haven’t thought of anything to give to him on his birthday. While Jisung wasn’t necessarily the materialistic kind, you still felt bad as he almost always gives you a birthday present on your birthday, and you would do the same.

When you get him a gift, he almost gives you the humblest response;

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have!”

“You really didn’t have to get me anything…”

“What would I do without you?”

Now the chances of you hearing these sweet words were slim and you can’t help but grimace at the fact that you probably won’t get him anything. Until you had this odd idea that you thought had been buried deep in your brain to no return, but it resurfaced once again.

Yes, you and Jisung have sex, as most sexually active couples would do, but often your sex was within the borders of vanilla and quickies. The most extreme you two had done was having sex at the bathroom—in Jisung’s bathroom at the dorms, where his roommates Chan, Hyunjin, and/or Changbin could walk in, but even then, none of them were home at that time. There wasn’t anything wrong, of course, having Jisung’s cock inside was enough for you to enjoy your time with him. However, he has been holding himself back and seemed like he wanted to do more with you but was too afraid that he’d either hurt you or scare you—which you think is a little bit too late, considering that he’d have to do something way too extreme for you to be scared or weirded out. Nevertheless, you thought just the thing that could compensate for your lack of a physical gift within a short time.

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September 14

It was finally that day, the day your favorite human being was born twenty-two years ago, and you couldn’t wait for the gift you were about to give him. Rather than an actual gift, you decided to make him a nice dinner, along with a small cake customized for him for you two to share and eat. Despite his loud and energetic presence, he never liked big loud parties and he expressed so many times that he could celebrate in only two ways; either with you and his members or just with you—no more than that. And it seems that he wanted to celebrate with the second option since he informed you that he and the members will celebrate it a day late, so he and Felix could celebrate their respective birthdays together and instead will celebrate his main birthday with you, which thankfully made your plans much easier.

He was still at work meanwhile you prepared your dinner. You decided to wear the prettiest black dress you own, the one that Jisung often tells you how gorgeous you look in. Although you don’t wear it very often, it has become Jisung’s favorite since he constantly asks you to wear it and thought it suits your body so well. You thought it was just the sheer excitement and horniness he has when he expressed what he said, but when you looked at yourself in that dress and the way it hugged your body beautifully, you understood why he constantly asks for you to wear it.

Doubled by the fact that you were wearing lingerie that honestly did nothing to conceal but more to tease. Through the slit of the dress, your garter was shown, but you didn’t mind, as you knew it may drive him even more crazy. You did your hair and make-up—you purposely wore non-waterproof mascara and non-smudge proof lipstick for the occasion—and you thought if Jisung wouldn’t fuck you as soon he gets into the door, which you doubt, then he’d be a fool for missing out.

You were busy admiring yourself that you nearly ignored your vibrating phone had it not for the rumbling noise annoying your eardrum. You picked it up and you saw it was Jisung’s text.

Jisung: Hey babe !! I just got done with practice with the boys and I’m on my way !!

Jisung: Can’t wait for what you had for me when I walk in ;)

While you knew he was just playing and teasing in the last message, you couldn’t help but feel like your stomach dropped due to your nervousness. You didn’t want to self-doubt yourself; you knew Jisung wouldn’t be mad at you for not getting him a physical gift, but you can’t help but have guilt pile up in your stomach. You shook your head and reassured yourself that everything will be fine and that if he didn’t want this, then you’ll promise him a shopping spree and he can spend all your money on whatever items he wants.

You sighed as you went and prepared your dinner. You cooked up his favorite meal and brought him his favorite drink as well. The cake sat in the fridge as it cooled down, it wasn’t the most elaborate nor the fanciest cake, but it was certainly a pretty birthday cake that has his favorite flavor. You already placed the “22” candle on the cake so when he eats, you’ll light it up and give him the cake before you proceed with the plan.

As you finally finished with the dinner set and lighting up the candle, you heard the door lock being opened and the door creaked as the figure entered the house.

“Hey, babe! I’m home—” Jisung’s voice cut off as he sees the romantically dimly lit room, the fancy dinner set, and then you, you in full beauty and glory. His mouth was opened wide, letting out quick gasps and a smile as he was surprised by the atmosphere. You smiled as he got closer to you, “Happy birthday, Ji…” you kissed his cheek, letting him inhale your natural scent mixed with perfume through your neck.

His eyes went back to you with a flabbergasted smile, “you did all this?”

You nodded back and hummed an affirmative sound, enjoying his excited reaction at the dinner set and looking at the deliciously presented food before his eyes went back to you. He looked like he was about to say something, but he then looked back at the dress you were wearing. His eyes began their trail from your exposed collarbone down to the slit of the dress, which exposed your black garter, making him blush and giggle.

“You’re wearing the dress…” He said, smirking at the sight as he turned his body to you, his arms wrap around your body, and pulling you closer. You only smiled back with a shrug, silently telling, or rather teasing him, that it was just a dress. He pulled you in for a kiss as his hands went lower down your back, it was slow yet passionate, which made you instantly pull away so you wouldn’t smudge your lipstick and not escalate your plan sooner.

“No, Ji, we have to eat first,” you giggled at how handsy he is getting and how your red lipstick stained his lips. He pouted, “C’mon, baby, I’m so tired, and I just want to get to be with you—“ he faked crying and plead as he attempted to get his hand on the garter but you slapped his hand away.

“I know, Ji, I know but I cooked your favorite meal and I want you to have a taste before it gets too cold…”

“Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about, when my favorite meal is standing right in front of me is always hot—Ow!” His flirting words got replaced by an exaggerated exclaim from your lightly punching him in the chest and pushing him in the process. You chuckled and ordered him to sit and eat, which he did so while looking at you affectionately. You sat right across him, observing him and eating him up with your eyes rather than the food in front of you.

You observe how beautiful he is even whilst eating his food, how his full cheeks take in the food, his muscular arm slight flex when used to cut the food, the way his hand wrapped around the drink when he goes in for a sip, you were looking at him as if he was the most beautiful man in the world, and he is in your world. He noticed your gaze, which made him smile at you, “what?”

You scrunched your nose in a smile as you shook your head, “oh nothing… just at how pretty you are.” His brows narrow as he smiles nervously, “what do you have in plan, Ms. (l/n)?” he asked as he saw you standing with a smirk on.

“Oh, nothing too big, just wanting to give my boyfriend the best birthday gift of his life…” You leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, giving him a kiss mark, “don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

And off you went to the kitchen and left Jisung alone with his thoughts. His food was nearly neglected when you left as you left him a mark—literally, but he still doesn’t know that—especially in that damn dress that he admires you in. He remembered the day you bought it; you were self-conscious about the way you looked in it since it was a dress out of your comfort zone, you sighed as you called Jisung for his opinion. When he walked in and sees you in that black fabric, he nearly dropped his phone on his phone as he sees you. You looked beautiful in that dress, and when he sees how you were holding into your arm as if to indicate your uncertainty, he wished he could push away your arms and show you how pretty you looked.

But he didn’t want to push you, so he resorted to kissing you, praising you, and asking about it every time you go out, and thankfully, both of you were glad you ended up keeping it, especially from your side. As Jisung was spaced out, he didn’t realize that you came out of the kitchen until you began singing to him happy birthday, which made him shake his head as he looked at you with surprised wide eyes. Instead of the dress, you showed up with the cake in hand, and in you came with a robe—yes, you hid a robe and the dress somewhere in the kitchen so you could dress up quickly. Once you got closer and about to close off the song, you sat on Jisung’s lap and placed the candlelit cake between the two of you.

You smiled at him sweetly, “make a wish, Hannie…”

It was difficult to close his eyes when your beauty was emanating into the room even brighter than the candle lights. When he sees you raising your brows in encouragement, he closed his eyes and quickly blew the candles letting the smoke disperse into the air in an instant. You cheered as you placed the cake on the table and wrapped your arms around his neck as your gaze met his. Both of you mirrored the lustful yet loving gaze towards each other, but you still didn’t want to feed in yet.

“Do you wanna unwrap your gift or—”

“Yes, please!” Jisung spoke, interrupting your question without hesitation making you laugh at his eagerness, “birthday boy couldn’t for his gift, I see?” you giggled as you ruffled his hair before standing up. The bow you tied in your robe was within his eye level, making him look up to you to wait for your next move.

“Unwrap your present birthday boy.” Your tone was much sultry than your previous maternal voice, making Jisung’s eyes both darkened and gleam in excitement. His hands reached to your bow and his fingers pulled it off, letting the strands fall against your body, as the robe slowly and teasingly revealed your surprise. He looked up at you, and you nodded, encouraging him to proceed with unwrapping you, his gift. When he pushed off the robe there you exposed the lingerie your dress hid perfectly—aside from your garter. It was sheer material, meaning Jisung could see all the parts he had seen previously, but this time in a way he never would have thought of seeing you in real life, and boy, was he glad that his fantasies were becoming a reality.

“Well, birthday boy, are you gonna sit here and observe your present, or are you gonna do something with it and use me?”

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You were glad that you screwed up and forgot to get him something tangible.

The regret, guilt, and insecurity in your face and head disappeared as soon as Jisung carried you into your room, with his lips attached to you. During the make-out, he caught a glimpse of his kiss-marked face from the reflection of the mirror, smirking as he notices why you wore the makeup in the first place. He pulled away from you as he lays you down, and him getting on top of you.

“So, I see you wanted to mark me, huh?” His voice was raspy from his yearning to just take you and ruin you on the spot. Before you could speak, he dragged his thumb across your bottom lips, staining and smudging your lips, the red pigment reached to your chin thanks to his thumb gathering and spreading it across your skin. You’ve accelerated his desire to destroy even more, even shown when he practically ripped your lingerie off but left the garter on you, as he wanted to see you in it as he rams himself in you, and it was a promise he was sure he wasn’t going to break.

And he kept with that promise, as of right now, he placed you on your hands and knees facing the mirror that reflected Jisung’s feral imagination coming to life, with your makeup-stained face thanks to Jisung’s previous sessions that made you cry out in pleasure and ruin your makeup and way of speech.

“You can handle another one, baby, I bet you can…” The way he spoke to you was straight filth, but you mewled at it as you anticipated his cock filling up your walls once again, almost as if your pussy has become more reliant on it the more he inserts it, and the more you came around him. “My sweet cumslut,” he whispered as he slaps your ass, making you yelp out a squeal at the smack.

He snickers at your cute reaction as he began thumbing your swollen clit while aligning his cock against your soaking wet hole, making you throw your head into the mattress as you whine against the sheets. Jisung gripped your hair firmly and made your head face the mirror, showing off your ruined face. He leaned into your ears, making eye contact with you through the mirror, “you better take a look at yourself as I fuck your little pussy… got it?” His voice was low and threatening, especially doubled with the sharp gaze he was giving you through the mirror.

When you couldn’t answer back instantly, he pulled your hair once again, but this time he harshly shoves his cock in you, making you yelp at the sudden action. “I said, look at yourself,” he gritted his teeth as this time he looked at you in the face, trying to see if you opened your eyes. When you did open your eyes and looked at the mirror, if you were in your normal state of mind, you would have thought that you looked like a hot mess. But since your brain was fucked to the point it shut down, all you could focus is worshipping Jisung and his cock.

Jisung let go of your hair and leaned back, slapping your ass once again as he observes the way your pussy was swallowing his cock so well. He smirked before looking back at you, making you look up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he can move in the next second.

“Fuck yourself against me.”

His tone was as sharp as a knife, and you felt it graze against your skin as you felt goosebumps going across your body. “Okay, Hannie,” you spoke in a soft tone as you did what was told. You leaned yourself back and forth, making you whine at the way you pushed your hips against his. It may be because you were weak or maybe because you enjoyed the way Jisung’s moved against yours, but you wanted Jisung to fuck you as hard as he did before.

But there he was, static, as he looks at you menacingly with a smirk, seeing you suffering underneath him. All that whining, moaning, and pouting, as well as pushing yourself even further in the hopes of him moving against you, but he stayed still.

At this point you started to cry, “Hannie… please fuck me… please fill me up once again… you do it so much better…” your pleads within your sobs were pathetic, to say the least, but it nearly broke Jisung and he almost caved in.

“Are you telling the birthday boy what to do?” he taunted with an evil smirk while you shook your head with a sob, black tears started to fall once again from your mascara down your cheeks. “No! No! You’re in full control! I am yours and yours only and only you could fuck me so good!”

Your cries were even more pitiful than the last one, but it seemed to work this time as Jisung gripped your hips, and then he started to gain control over your hips once again. The way your skin slapped against his thanks to the way he rapidly rammed his cock into yours, making the two of you moan at the feeling.

The combination of the wet sounds along with your and his blissed voices could make a neighbor complain about how loud it is, but it was the last thing you two cared about, too consumed from the amazing feeling you two are experiencing, especially with how you felt your peak was approaching from the way your stomach was heating up.

“Hannie… I’m so close—fuck!” you managed to moan out, strings of cusses and whines escaping your lips. With the way his hips started give out slightly, it seems as though he wasn’t far either. “I’m close too, baby… come with me…”

As he spoke, his words broke into high pitched moans, as after a few thrusts, he began painting your walls white with his cum, filling you up to the brim with its white warm contents. Not long after, you too reached your orgasm, making you drop your head and top body to the mattress, panting for air, while Jisung pulled away and laid next to you. After a few minutes of grasping for air, Jisung turns his head to you, places his hand behind your head and massages it.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He softly asked, concern was also laced in the question. You turned your head to him and gave him a dopey smile, “yeah, I feel amazing… what about you?”

He giggled at your reaction, “oh, I feel great,” he responded back, matching your energy, making you laugh. You two then spent in silence, lovingly staring each other, enjoying the silence as you flipped yourself in your back before leaning in to kiss Jisung’s lips.

While the passion and fire were present, it was more chaste and romantic than the previous kisses you two had.

“Happy Birthday, Hannie.” You spoke through the kiss with a smile, adoration present in both the eyes and lips.

Jisung smiled back loving, “Thank you, baby… this was the best birthday present I’ve ever received…”

“Yeah, it better be!” you exclaim, half-jokingly, making the two of you laugh.

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