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lesbianrobin · 1 year

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lesbianrobin fic scraps #1: kaleidoscope

(the first in what may or may not be a series of abandoned WIPs that i share because maybe someone will still enjoy them or get inspired <3 no context baby figure it out)

"Are you, like, really itchy too, or is that just me?"

Robin squirms as she sips at her Coke, kicking her legs lazily back and forth as they lounge on the food court countertop.

Steve has been feeling a lot of shit in the past few hours, so it hadn't really registered among the various throbbing pains and stabbing pains and warm, sticky blood, but now that Robin mentions it he's suddenly terribly itchy. "Yeah, actually. Think it's the drugs?"

"Or forty-eight hours of sweating in polyester."

Steve frowns. "I have an undershirt. Don't you have an undershirt?"

Robin furrows her brow. "Why would I have an undershirt?"

"Because of the polyester."

She rolls her eyes. "Well, it didn't do you much good, did it? We're both itchy."

Robin suddenly goes still, eyes widening. She turns away from the spectacle of their ragtag band of nerds preparing for battle to look Steve in the eye.

"Steve," she says.

"...Yeah?"

She smiles, and fuck, Steve loves her smile. He can love her smile as a friend, right? It's not weird. He loves Dustin's smile, too.

Her eyes have a manic energy. "We're both itchy."

Oh. Oh, holy shit.

"Oh, holy shit," Steve says.

His brain isn't working too quickly right now. Sue him.

"Where's yours?"

"On my back," and Robin's yanking his shirt up.

"Turn around, turn around, oh my god," she urges, trails her ice-cold fingers across his skin, and they gasp in unison.

"Holy shit," Robin whispers.

"How's it look?"

"I…" Her voice wobbles. "Well, I can't be sure, because I think some of it's bruising, but, uh…"

Jesus, her hands are cold. From the can of Coke, he figures. If only she'd press her freezing fingers to the worst of his aches. As it is, she only grazes over his skin, maybe afraid of hurting him, maybe afraid of touching him so intimately.

"It's a little bit of everything," Robin says, "It's… It's your whole back, Steve, like, even…" She tugs his shirt up higher, until it's all bunched around his neck, and Steve slips his arms out of the sleeves and lets the ruined sailor shirt hang around his neck like a scarf.

"Even your shoulders."

Robin's less afraid here. She presses her hand against his right shoulder blade, and the itching sensation ceases at her touch.

"But, shit, you should probably see, like, a real doctor if the flesh monster doesn't get us, because you're so bruised up. Shit, look at mine, though, what's mine?"

They shuffle awkwardly atop the counter, Steve unable to hold back an embarrassing groan at the ache in his abdomen. Robin is already pulling her own shirt up, almost off of her head, and Steve can see her bra (and it's just that plain tan color, no cute patterns or anything, but the sight of it makes Steve feel warm somehow, like when he first saw Nancy's teddy bear or Dustin's little collection of oddly-shaped dice), so he reaches out and grabs at Robin's shirt before she can yank it off entirely, pulling it down to cover her chest.

"Jesus Christ, Rob, there's thirteen year old boys here. And that creepy guy in the tank top."

"Right, sorry," she laughs, "That's, like, unfair, though."

Steve shrugs. "I mean, you can take it off if you want, but I figured I'd remind you."

"No, yeah, you're right." She pulls her legs up and crosses them, turning her back to Steve. "Here, you do it, I'll hold the front down."

He pushes her shirt up slowly.

Even with only an inch of skin showing above her shorts, Steve sees the colors. Each inch of skin reveals a dozen new shades, and Steve can't help pushing her shirt up as high as he can, because the colors spread from her hips up to her shoulders, and it's like…

"What is it?"

"...It's a little bit of everything," he settles on.

"We match," Robin breathes, and Steve should let her put her shirt down now, but he keeps the polyester bunched up by her shoulders, because he's never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

"I didn't know they could be like this."

Steve has never been artistic. He took art classes all through elementary school, though, and he took Beginner Art freshman year as an elective because he figured it would be an easy A, and he could barely draw a straight line, but he loved the watercolors because they let him dream about soulmarks. His favorite thing was just letting little droplets of different colors fall from his brush to his paper and watching how they'd seep across the blank surface, eventually meeting one another and mixing to create dark purples and greens and, quite often, browns, but he never had any colors of his own, and he liked to look at the paper and dream about how those colors might one day stain his skin forever. When their teacher let them do whatever they wanted, he'd always make some watercolor mess in the corner while the artsy kids did real work.

Robin's skin is the most incredible watercolor mess he's ever seen. Deep reds seep out from her right shoulder, blending into purples and oranges and pinks and a warm, earthy brown between her shoulder blades. Her left shoulder is a bit bruised, he thinks, or it's just dark blue and black and purple seeping into every color of the rainbow plus a dozen more moving down, a streak of brilliant pink that nearly dips below her waistband and a pool of various blues, turquoises, periwinkles, every beautiful color he's ever seen wrapped in deep green ribbons and Jesus, it's fucking incredible. There's a few spots of that same earthy brown scattered across her back, like specks of dirt, or maybe freckles and moles. Maybe those were there before. It doesn't really matter.

He lets his fingers trace one of the ribbons. Robin lets out a hysterical laugh. "I think we might be, like, the most soul connected people ever in the world."

Steve snorts, but he can't bring himself to disagree. He's never seen anything like this before, not even in the most dramatic romantic movies, not even in his wildest dreams.

"Everybody else should just get drugged together too, I guess." It's probably rude, but Steve asks, "Can I move your bra a little to see?"

"Yeah, go for it."

He slips a finger under the band of her bra and lifts it up to see what colors are underneath. There's golden yellow, bright sparks of pure white. He's never felt so warm in his life.

"Never thought I'd have a boy taking my bra off."

He removes his finger and lets the band down, but he snaps her right bra strap against her skin because he can do that now.

"Ow! Asshole."

"I wasn't taking it off, you jerk." Steve gently tugs her shirt down and pats her shoulder. "Sorry. It was really pretty under there. Like white fireworks."

Robin spins around with a big smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "Let me look at yours again."

She shoves his shirt up just as urgently and her fingers trace some unseen pattern near the center of his back.

"Like here?"

Before Steve's painfully slow brain can figure out what she's asking, someone clears their throat.

Steve turns to find Dustin with a smug grin on his face. "Super happy for you guys, but we have a plan."

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3rensgf · 3 years

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rent a gf - two eren yeager x reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of sex, talks about "getting bitches", eren is an idiot, fuckboy!eren implied, tatbilb mention, uhh fluff idk theres not much to warn abt in here, not beta read

notes: chapter two is out! i'm really glad a lot of people are enjoying rent a gf. it really means a lot! i see some people commented on the previous chapter, and i would love to reply to them, but i'm not familiar with tumblrs commenting system D: if you wanna leave a comment for me to just read, that's fine you can still keep commenting here on tumblr. but if you would like me to reply to it, you can comment on ao3, and i will reply! happy reading :) p.s, waffles w whipped cream r so much better

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In the early hours of Saturday morning, you felt a hand shaking your shoulder to wake you. Groaning and mumbling, you sleepily swatted the hand away and pulled the covers over your head. No one should be forced to wake up early on the weekends. It was Saturday, for fucks sake. Not to mention your hangover due to last nights mistakes was making your head throb.

The hand rested on your shoulder once more, shaking you gently. “(Y/N),” Mikasa said softly. “Your alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes. Wake up. I have water and Advil.”

“Nooooo,” you moaned, snuggling deeper into your bed. “Don’ wanna.”

Mikasa stopped bothering you for a moment, and you let your guard down. Finally you could sleep. When it was time to wake up, you’d wake up.

Right as you were about to pass out again, your blanket was roughly tugged off of you. “Mikasaaa!” you whined, covering your face with your hands. “What was that for? I was trying to sleep.”

“Get up. You have to shower and get ready for lunch with Eren today. Breakfast is almost finished,” she explained, setting down the pills and water on your bedside table. “Go brush your teeth and wash your face so you can eat. Now,” she instructed sternly, moving to your window to open the curtains. The bright sunlight hit your still half-asleep face, making you hiss quietly.

She left the room moments after, probably to check up on breakfast. Honestly, you didn’t know how she could function this early in the morning despite having partied all night last night. Curse her and her inability to get hungover.

Grumbling to yourself, you adjusted your sleep clothes that had gotten disheveled overnight to make sure you looked decent. Your sleepy gaze wandered over to your nightstand to see two Advils on a napkin beside a glass of cold water. Thanking every higher power for sending Mikasa to you, you downed both pills and the glass of water. Even though you might bitch and moan to her constantly, you really weren’t lying when you said you’d die without Mikasa.

After sitting down at the edge of your bed for a few moments, you eventually shuffled into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your morning routine. It took longer than usual thanks to your sluggish and tired movements, but you got done nevertheless.

A wonderful aroma came from the kitchen when you left, stomach grumbling in anticipation for the wonderful food you were about to scarf down. Mikasa was in the process of setting down both your breakfasts on the island, sitting down on the stools when you walked in. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” she greeted, resting her chin on her hands.

“Morning, sweet angel,” you replied, sitting at the stool beside her. In front of you was a plate of Funfetti pancakes with whipped cream instead of maple syrup (syrup was for pancakes only). There were a couple of cut up fruits beside them, too. “Where did you get these?” you asked, picking up your fork to take a bite of your breakfast.

Mikasa dug into her own breakfast of oatmeal as soon as you started eating. “Went grocery shopping and saw the mix in the baking aisle. I thought you’d like it,” she explained, taking a bite of her food. “Good?”

Your response was a moan, tilting your head back as you chewed. “Insanely,” you said, cutting up another bite. You stabbed the piece with your fork and guided it to Mikasa, keeping your hand under it to catch anything if it dropped.

She finished her bite and leaned in to take the bite, humming in satisfaction at the taste. “Good,” she nodded.

“They put like crack ‘n this shit,” you said through a full mouth, shoveling forkful after forkful into your mouth.

You could feel Mikasa's judging gaze for eating like a pig, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was eating these crack laced waffles as greedily as possible. “What time are you supposed to meet Eren today?” she asked to make conversation.

You remember drunkenly slurring to her that Eren was supposed to take you out for lunch today while she was trying to put you to bed. All she did was nod and dodge your flailing limbs while she tried to change you into your night clothes.

“Uhhh,” you trailed off, “I dunno actually. I think he’s gonna text me when.” The familiar notification from your phone indicated you had a text from Eren. “Right now.”

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:04 AM picking u up at 12 dont be late

you - 9:04 AM k

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:05 AM dont use k with me that makes me sad :(

you - 9:05 AM k

“He says 12,” you told Mikasa, setting your phone back down on the table. You went to go take another bite of your waffles, only to be met with stray bits of whipped cream and waffle crumbs. How disappointing.

“You have time to get ready then,” she said, finishing up the last bit of her own breakfast. Holding her plate, she got up to go put it in the sink, taking your plate for you as well. Literally an angel.

Suddenly, she leaned in to sniff you like the weird English professor you had your freshman year and cringed. “You’re gonna need all the time you can get. You stink.”

Never mind, not an angel.

Grumbling and cursing under your breath, you got off the stool to go take a shower. “And here I was about to offer to get you something for lunch while I was out.”

“A burger from the joint I like would be nice. So would a Coke and side of onion rings.”

“Size?”

“Medium for both.”

You would’ve caved in and bought her something, anyways. Might as well know what she wanted in the first place.

Showering took longer than expected. Most of your time got wasted by you standing under the shower stream and soaking in all the warmth. It wasn’t until Mikasa knocked on the door asking you not to use up all the hot water that made you actually start going through your routine.

The clock read 10:09 when you got out. You still had more time to kill until Eren came, so you elected to sit on your bed in your towel to scroll through social media. At 10:45, you started to get ready for real now.

Your makeup was just enough to cover any imperfections on your face, and your outfit cute enough for a lunch outing with your friend-fuckbuddy.

At 11:50, you stepped out into the living room with your belongings in hand to lounge around while you waited for Eren. You would’ve gone to bug Mikasa, but she had just stepped into the shower minutes prior.

12 on the dot, a rhythmic knocking was rapped on your door, meaning Eren was finally here. Skipping over to the door, you opened it to reveal him while slipping on your shoes.

“Hey,” he grinned when the door opened. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips after you’d straightened up from putting on your shoes.

A grin found its way on your lips during the kiss. It only lasted a couple of seconds, ending with you pulling away with a quiet smack. “Hi,” you greeted back.

“Ready to go?” he asked, one hand leaving his jacket pocket to jut his thumb down the hallway towards the elevators.

“Yup, ready,” you said. Over your shoulder, you yelled into the apartment to say goodbye to Mikasa and locking the door once you closed. “Okay, ready for real now.”

There was a new hot pot restaurant near campus, Eren told you, that he so desperately wanted to try. He overheard some people talking about the place in his Stats class, and he’s been wanting to go ever since.

“So, about what I told you last night,” he said, leaning on the table close to you after giving your orders to the waitress. “You said you would help me get Mina.”

“I said it was a bad idea,” you countered, taking a sip of your drink.

“But you said you would help me. For a price.”

“That I… did say,” you sighed. “What’s your plan?”

Smiling, he opened up his jacket and dug into the inner pockets, getting out a small notepad and a pen. Your eyebrows raised at the sight of them. “Okay,” he started, flipping through his notepad. “So I was thinking about it this morning, and this is what I have down so far.”

Sliding it towards you, he waited impatiently for you to read what he had.

Your lips pursed to prevent giggled from leaving your lips. Well, it was a plan, alright. Written in Eren’s chicken scratch of handwriting were a few very simple steps.

eren yaegers fool proof plan to get bitches get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. talk to mina to get her interested in you ✓ 2. get hot girl ((Y/N)) to pretend to be your gf and show you can be a good bf 3. get mina jealous so she wants you even more and not poopy thomas wanker 4. “break up” with (Y/N) and pretend to be sad 5. get mina to comfort you 6. get bitches make mina your gf 7. pay (Y/N) for her services 8. ta-da!

When you looked up from the notepad, you saw Eren waiting for your answer. “Well? What do you think? Is it any good?” he asked.

“Were you high when you wrote this?” was the first thing you asked him. Eren shook his head innocently. “You’re 100% serious?” He nodded.

You bit your lip, deep in thought about Eren’s supposedly fool proof plan. “What makes you think it’s gonna work?”

“I know girls and how they act. If Paradis University let me major in women -- don’t get smart with me I don’t mean Women Studies -- I would be passing all my classes with flying colors. I know it’ll work, trust me,” he said cockily, leaning back in his chair.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do. I know you. I know everything about you, (Y/N). I even know how to make you scream my name in--”

“Okay!” you cut him off, not wanting the strangers around you to know the intimate details of your sex life with Eren. “Okay.”

“I knew you were gonna do that. See, I do know women.”

A moment or two passed, both of you staring at each other. You with a deadpan expression, and him with a proud one. You were the first one to break the silence with a heavy sigh. “Okay, say I agree to this. What do I get in return?”

“Anything you want,” he said. “Within reason, of course. Please don’t ask me to like, hide a body or something.”

Ignoring his last comment, you continued speaking, “You’re not allowed to back out of whatever I ask you to, right? If this plan fails or succeeds, you still owe me whatever you promised.”

Eren nodded. “Of course. I swear on it.” He shifted a little so his elbow was on the table, holding out a pinky. Instinctively, you held out your pinky as well and intertwined the both of them. Pinky promises were something you and Eren had been doing for years now. It meant that the other was dead serious on their promise.

The waitress came back with your broth and dipping ingredients, setting them on the table for you right when your pinkes left each other. Thanking the waitress, the two of you talked some more while you waited for the broth to heat up.

“We should make it official. With a contract and set of rules,” he said. “Like that one movie you forced me to watch with you. The Boys I Loved or some shit like that.”

“To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before,” you corrected.

“Yeah, that. They’re kinda doing something like us, yeah?”

“Guess so,” you shrugged, picking up your chopsticks and a sice of pork belly when the broth started to boil. “After we eat though.”

Idle chatter was shared between the two of you as you ate. Even though you saw each other nearly every day, you never ran out of things to talk to. You could be talking about complete nonsense or how quantum physics made no sense, and you would still have the best time of your life.

By now, the broth had been drunk up and the table had been cleared out to be replaced with banana milk and ice cream. Eren brought out his notepad again to write down the set of rules for your fake relationship while enjoying your desserts.

Good progress had been written so far on the notepad. Both of you had given input and criticism on each rule made. In the end, you finally had a good set of rules written down.

(Y/N) and erens contract and rules for eren yaegers fool proof plan to get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. act normally. eren and (Y/N) act like a couple already. just double the pda a little more 2. don’t tell anyone about the deal. the more people who believe in the relationship, the more likely it is for the plan to work 3. post each other on ig a lot. maybe add names and a date to bios to make it more believable 4. date night every saturday (go out or just hang out) 5. go to parties together 6. walk each other to class if you can 7. call each other cute pet names 8. after breaking up, the couple act has to stop including the sex 9. DON’T SLIP UP

payment for (Y/N):

Eren tapped a beat on the notepad, reading “payment” over and over again. Eventually he looked up at you, deep in thought. “Have you thought of anything so far?” he asked, clicking the pen to write what you wanted.

This was a tough decision. Eren was ready to give you anything to help him get Mina. You had to be wise and pick something big to take advantage of him. Something you were sure you wouldn’t ever regret getting.

“How about,” you started, trailing off, “you do my laundry for the rest of our time at ParadisU, buy me lunch every Wednesday even after we break up, recommend that godsend of a tutor you keep gatekeeping to help me too, and…”

“And?” Eren asked, looking up from his writing, waiting for your next words.

“All the orgasms I want during our relationship,” you finished, satisfied with what you chose.

“Is that all?” he asked, writing down the last of your words. “That’s a lot.”

“How about I let you know if I wanna add more,” you said. Eren nodded in response. His head hung to look at the notepad again, writing something down. Once he was done, he plaed the pen on the pad and slid it to you.

“Sign it so it’s official,” he instructed.

There were two lines beside each other, one already with Eren’s signature. Without hesitation, you signed your name neatly on the paper, giving the items back to Eren once you were done.

payment for (Y/N): eren has to do the (Y/N)’s laundry for the rest of university, buy her lunch ever wednesday, get tutor to help her and give her as many orgasms as she wants during the course of the relationship

signed x eren yaeger x (y/n) (l/n)

The two of you shook hands when Eren put away his things, to seal the deal again. The waitress came by again to give you the bill and collect your dirty dishes. Eren set down the cash needed to pay along with a tip in the check presenter before the two of you left.

You walked hand in hand back to Erens car before you realized you missed something. “Wait. What do we tell people when they ask how we got together?” you asked, pausing in your tracks.

Eren stopped with you, turning to look at you. “Um, you can say I confessed after lunch, and that this is technically our first date,” he suggested, tugging your hand to walk back to the car.

“Huh. Okay. That works,” you nodded.

The two of you got into the car a little bit past 2:30 in the afternoon, ready to go home. “Wait,” you said again, making Eren pause. “Mikasa wanted a burger from that one joint near our apartment. Could you take me there first?”

Eren smiled and nodded, starting the car. “Of course. Burger with medium Coke and onion rings?”

“How did you know?”

“She always gets that when we go there.”

“Huh… I guess you’re right.”

“When am I not?”

"Always."

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Peter Hayes x Reader || Oneshot

Title: The One and Only

Notes:

This is set after the Allegiant BOOK. So, SPOILER WARNING, Peter has used the memory serum.

I love this boy. And his lack of fanfiction is a PROBLEM.

Plot: For whatever reason, you were in love with Peter, and he was with you. But... now he’s gone. And you have to try and forget. Which is hard to do when he’s still around.

Finally, he wants to remember again.

Warnings: There is SMUT. Its indicated where though, so you can skip it if you like ^^ But there is a bit of plot in the middle. Also, swearing.

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“Hey, Y/N!” Without my permission, my heart does a little jump, but it’s not for the person who said hey to me. Sighing, I take my hands from my laptop and straighten my back, turning to smile at Peter as he comes over to me and takes a seat on the bench right by me. I’m sitting sideways on it so my laptop can be set on it as well, so now I’m facing him without turning and trying to notice how differently he sits down, to how he used to. It’s like he completely started over, which he kind of did. His whole life, “Wiped away by chemistry,”. Including the way he walked, talked, and everyone who loved him. Well, person.

Me.

Which was a total dick move on his part, which was the last completely in-character thing that he did.

But, I can’t be mad at this boy in front of me, even if he looks miraculously similar to the dick in question. From his shiny hair to the tips of his greedy fingers. “Hi, Peter, what’s up?”

“Just finished another recall lesson. Still nothing,” He shrugs, uncaring. I already told him that this is what he wanted by taking the serum, to forget everything. So, he doesn’t really try in these lessons that he’s forced to attend, by government law. He believed me right away, weirdly. And has been acting so aloof about it since like somehow, he understands, which of course he can’t. Because he doesn’t know anything about himself or what he did to cause his old self to want to erase his memory! The whole thing, his whole response to this life changing event is aloof, and its infuriating. It’s the main thing that hasn’t changed at all about him, along with his appearance and his firm aversion to sprouts. He’s still really, really annoying.

“You know, I’m glad you’re respecting his wishes to not remember, but maybe you should try and remember some things. I mean, the techniques are working for some of the others, right? You said, uh… Katie, remembered something? Her choosing ceremony?” I watch, expression changing from thoughtful to deadpanned as he takes my can of coke and swigs from it like he spent 3 dollars on it. Once he’s done, I snatch it away from him and set him with a glare as I put it down on the other side of the bench, away from him. It causes a mischievous grin to pop onto his face and a laugh, and I try to forget the other times he’s made that face at me before he took the serum. Because that Peter’s dead, and I need to let him go like Four’s letting go of Tris. It’s not fair to this Peter.

In response to what I said, he just shrugs his shoulders again and look away to across the park- where Caleb is taking some photos. We drove here together, him and me. In fact, we’ve been doing a lot together. As two of the only ones from the original group who knows everything that happened, we have a connection. Peter’s next words rip my attention from Caleb though and makes me want to blurt out no, immediately. “Nah, I mean old me wanted this for a reason, right? I mean, I do kinda wanna know why he wanted this, but I figure he was some kind of depressed loser with self-esteem issues. That’s good enough for me, to keep going like this. Don’t wanna be that.”

Words have escaped me. I guess, I figured he thought something like that the whole time, but… hearing it out loud, in such a certain tone, hurts. My heart fights for me to tell him he’s wrong, at the very least, but my brain tells me to let him go on. Don’t interfere. He told you, before he took the serum, to let him go. Still be friends but let go.

He was being unfair, but that’s nothing new is it? The asshole.

I press my lips together after I get over the shock and horror and kiss my teeth. Deciding this has been enough ‘friendship’ for today, I quickly save my work and shut down my laptop, closing it. “Yeah, um, Peter. I gotta go. Caleb! Caleb, are you done? I’m having an Old Peter moment, so we have to go now.”

It’s not exactly a code, but it is what he or I say when we’ve had enough of new Peter or we’re remembering too much and need to get away. We use it for Tris, too. Even though she really isn’t here anymore. Caleb immediately starts putting his camera in its bag and walking over, without a word.

Peter himself looks unruffled by it, having come to accept it easily that I won’t always be able to handle this. He isn’t exactly cold about it… in fact, he’s understanding. Nearly nice. It makes me feel even sicker. “Oh, by all means, go. I’m gonna stick around a while, see you guys later.”

Caleb nods to Peter, reaching us and turning to me. “See you, Peter. Y/N? Are you oka- Oh,”I pick up his wrist and start dragging him to the car. As soon as I’m in the front seat and I’m buckle din, I look back over to the bench Peter’s sitting at, and catch him watching me. Trying not to scowl at him, I turn back to the steering wheel and turn the ignition. “It’s never going to get easier, is it?” Caleb asks from the passenger seat after a while, looking up from his camera on which he was flicking through the pictures he took.

I shake my head, immediately, heart still clenched in annoyance and ageing heartache. I risk a glance at him, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Nope, don’t think so.”

With that, there isn’t else to say, so we just hold hands. Tightly.

~~~

At dinner later in the community dining hall, I sit with Four and listen to him talk about work for a while. It’s a little awkward, and a lot strange seeing as we don’t talk at all, most days. Not since Tris died, but we’ve never acknowledged that and it’s been months. We were never close in the first place, but once you’ve fought a revolution with someone, you become attached. He’s a staple in my life just as much as I am his, and that’s why our relationship is so strange.

Nodding in agreement to something he said about how ridiculous milk prices are at the moment and how frustrating that is as I skewer a piece of broccoli and place it in my mouth. I don’t foresee Four’s and my relationship ever changing, seeing as we’re so different and have very little common and I don’t particular want to be best friends with him -acquaintances with a non-personal past is nice. Comfortable, without any expectations but still the understanding that we’re here for each other. I like it, - so there isn’t much in thinking about how strange it feels, I just thought I would mention it once to myself. “Also, the toilet paper, you seen that??”

He groans, in response, causing a bubbling laugh to travel up my throat from my chest. “It’s killing me.”

“Killing you! I have a lower paying job then you, I’m gonna have to start using the cardboard rolls soon!” He shakes his head, the tiniest grin on his lips as he looks back down at his food. I feel triumphant. “It won’t be good!!”

“Oh, jeez… “

“Hey, we’re gonna have to rig Secret Santa so you can buy me some, okay?” I point my fork at him conspiratorially. “I’ll get you milk.” He chuckles this time, making me smile.

For the rest of dinner, we continue like that. Talking about our shared financial issues and even switching over to Caleb at one point and how he’s sitting so pretty on his high paying job and his stockpiled toilet paper. God damn Brainiac’s…

It’s a good distraction from Peter, a few tables away.

~~~

When I finally get home, after hanging with some other friends after dinner just outside the community centre, goofing around I nearly suffer cardiac arrest as soon as I walk through the door.

Peter is not usually a menacing presence. But when he’s sitting in my dark apartment in the middle of the night and I had no idea he would be there, that fact changes! I don’t let myself scream, though. I hold my breath until the urge disappears.

After a moment, I let out the breath deeply and turn fully to him, dropping my scarf and keys on the hallway table before moving further into my home, past him. “Peter… “I growl, annoyed at him instantly. I don’t catch the mischievous smirk he sends my back, but I do feel it. “What the bleeding hell?!”

“Sorry if I scared you.”

“Oh, you are not.”

“True.” His cheeky tone puts my senses on high alert. Both because a cheeky Peter has always and will always be something to worry about, and because it used to turn me on. Still kinda doe, but that’s not something I’m about to admit to this version of him. We haven’t established that kind of relationship, nor will we ever. Sighing as my heartbeat slows down to its normal speed, I check the battery level on my pheon before putting it on charge. Then, finally, I sit down at the kitchen table across from Peter and settle into figuring out why the hell he’s here. And… also… how he got in??? The door was locked??? “Key was under the mat, Y/N. You should probably find a more secure hiding spot. Or at least more creative, jeez.”

“… okay… “I roll my eyes. He has a point. “So, Peter, uh… why are you here?”

“Well, I… “I watch while he suddenly droops in confidence and draws something on the table with his finger. These moments are really weird for me. Peter was always so confident before, even when he shouldn’t have been. Its cute, but so, so weird. He draws the thing, whatever it is, then looks around the room, making me remember that he’s never been in here before. An attempt made by me to keep him at a distance, which I guess now has been turned to shit. His shy moment ends, and one corner of his mouth perks up in a half smirk. “I like your place, could get used to it here. I wonder… why haven’t you ever brought me here before?”

“To keep you at a distance.” I say, bluntly. Theirs a slight shift behind his eyes at it, making his mouth turn down a bit in a tiny scowl and his green eyes look cold.

“Has Four been here?”

“Uh… yeah.” I don’t know why I should lie, or why he would look so serious about it. Before the serum, this was his murderous face, but I’m assuming it must be something different now. New Peter doesn’t have an evil bone in his body. “He has, but not for long. He just came to help me move in, hasn’t been back since though… why? Uh, you know what, I don’t care. Why are you here?”

His serious face intensifies. “I saw you with him tonight, and it brought back some feelings. So, I have a question.”

Making a confused, and slightly frustrated face, I shrug. “What kinda feelings?”

“Jealously.” Oh, he’s playing blunt too.

That does make me think, though. Whether this is unwanted memories coming back, or just a glimmer, a shadow of the old Peter coming back for a second. Because, yes, this is exactly something that he would feel before the serum. Any time I was with another guy, especially Four due to his particular dislike of the tattooed, ex Dauntless, he would get so jealous. Usually, it ended with that guy receiving some kind of punishment or dirty look, and me getting Peter attached to me for the rest of the day. Now, though, I should just tell him to ignore it.

But… “So, what’s your question?” I can’t pass up the chance he’ll become a little more the Peter I love. Even though I shouldn’t.

He looks dangerously focused into my eyes, which is also very Old Peter-like. “Were we a couple, before?”

Ahhhh, whoops. I don’t know what I thought he was going to ask, but for some reason this didn’t occur to me. If I tell him the truth, he might remember more then he should. Not to mention the fact that it’ll ruin whatever relationship we have now. And if I tell him a lie, he’ll know. “Umm, well… uh, yeah.”

I hold my breath, as soon as the last word escapes my lips. Have I ruined it? Will he remember, and hate me? He’s silent for just a moment, not giving me enough to time to think of a plan if he does remember, before he leans back in his chair, muscles relaxing.

“Well, that’s news.” Well, that’s not the reaction I expected or one I wanted! At least be sensitive to my situation, Peter! He looks away from me and to the side of the room, and I watch. How will he take this? Will he leave? “Thought I felt something. No wonder I wanted to be with you so bad.”

“Hm, and I thought the new you was just annoying.” I get up from the table and head for the door. “Well, you better go, before you remember anything else,”

“Well, I kinda want to now.”

Don’t be serious, don’t be serious, don’t be serious…

“No, you don’t.” You didn’t want to remember before, you’ll hate yourself even more if you miss out on your one chance to change yourself easily. You’re already doing so well! Don’t do this to yourself, please. “Just trust me, telling you that you don’t want that.”

He looks at me again, and his green eyes change again. He gets up from his seat and comes over to me, a little too close. Oh, no. he doesn’t think just because I was with the other him that he’ll get any action, does he? The jerk. I look up at his face, craning my neck since he’s so close, and feel my heart plunge to my feet. He’s made up his mind, he wants to know. I shake my head at him, he smirks. “Come on, Y/N. Haven’t you missed me?”

I groan, and push him away. “Nooo… I mean, yes. But you’re not him. And I won’t take away your chance, to- “He brings me back to him his familiar hands on my hips. It’s like trying a drug that I long gave up… but still feels so good. Stubbornly though, I pick his hands off of me. I have to try to avoid his eyes. “Peter, go home.”

“No.” The resolve and the determination in his voice shocks me and I look up quickly at his face. He would’ve never refused to leave me alone like that earlier today. Already, his old self is coming… oh no. Groaning again, I turn to open the door and force him out. This is not good. We were doing so well! We were nearing our 6-month mark! It was going to work! And now… now… well, it can still work! It will. I just need to get him out of her- His hands are on me again, oh no. That feels good.

“Y/N… “He tightens his grip on my waist nearly painfully, so familiar and demanding me to give in and enjoy it. You know, before the morning comes and he remembers everything and shuns me. But I wont give up, and I put my hands on his again to try and peel them off, before his breath hits the side of my neck and his voice, dark and with that ever-joking way about it, causing me to pause. The asshole tone. “I want to remember, now. And you’re my ticket. Plus… you’re mine, right? I have some punishment to implement for talking to Four. For some reason that really pissed me off.”

My body’s ahead of my mine, in this. Already leaning back and feeling the warmth of his chest against my back while my mouth still talks about him leaving. “You’ll regret this.”

“Hell I will, now come on.” I turn around to face him, causing him to flash me a bright, Peter smile before he much too soon since I wasn’t really expecting him to ever do this again, kisses me, and it feels so good my resolve melts away. Of course, its still hanging around back there in the back of my heart, but now all the time I wasn’t touching him, wasn’t thinking about him this way has taken over. Not to mention pure, dumb, human sex drive.

SMUT FROM HERE ON

Kissing is nice for a couple minutes, at least. Everywhere his body touches mine, from our chests to our lips and our tongues to my arms over his broad shoulders and his hands holding my hips against his feels solid and exciting. The way he kisses me can only be described as being carnal. Purely animalistic, wanting to taste, and the way I’m kissing back isn’t different at all. I can’t help sucking gently on his tongue when his lips part, causing a lascivious groan to come from him.

In fact, in response, one of his hands comes up to cup the back of my neck and hold my head in place so he take control of the kiss entirely, the other arm hooking around my lower back and compressing me against him. I don’t know if it was his goal, but now I can feel clearly the wicked, familiarly full way of his pants when he’s turned on. Which he is, right now. Truly.

It makes me think for how long he’s been waiting for this, if he’s gotten so stiff so quickly. I can’t say though that I’m in much a different situation. My keenness for him is so that my core is dripping in wait, wanting to be filled by him. Impatient, I break the kiss and nearly give in to it again when his lips nearly follow me but stay strong. “Peter… “Oh god, oxygen. Breath, need it. He’s so hot. His hair’s a mess of brown surrounding his head, scar on his neck is calling out to be sucked on, and his eyes are beautiful. Green, and mesmerising, and tempting as ever. Giving in feels a lot like freedom.

“Yeah?” The word comes out as a breath, quiet with just a hint of his voice peaking around.

I trace my hands down from his shoulders to the rest of him, enjoying the feel. “Sit down, I can’t ride you standing up.”

“Oh, right.” Once he’s sitting down, I can clearly see his erection straining defiantly against his pants before he takes them off, his underwear going to the same place on the floor. I want to sit on it so badly, my legs shaking uncontrollably with arousal as I get rid of my own lower garments. When he sees my shining, wet pussy, he embarrassingly zeroes right in on it, an unstable smirk on his lips. Good, then. I like it when he’s unstable. Never know what he’s going to do to me. “C’mere, baby.” Tentatively, hoping I don’t trip on the way because that would be embarrassing as hell, I do as he says. As soon as I get a foot from him, he gets off the chair and kneels in front of me. Oh, god, if he starts anything here my legs won’t keep me up. “Hmmm, I think I remember you wetter,” I struggle to breath for a moment when he, without warning or even looking up at me, swipes a finger up between the slit of my lips. My hands snatch his shoulders, so I can stay up and I open my legs more, ready. “I think I missed this. Can you tell? My fucking cock feels like its going to snap off if I don’t get to have you.” He glances up at me for a second, then does a double take and looks back at my face again, focusing on it. I wonder what’s going through his head. The old Peter would have told me right away, just to see me go red and squirm. He is becoming that one, slowly, but still this Peter just grins devilishly at me, hooks his hands around the back of my knees and nudges me towards him some more. My body moves on its own, reacting to his hands and shuffle forward.

Then, looking into my eyes, he does something that puts me in the palm of his hands. He licks a long stripe, as if I’m an icy pole, deeply through my lips. It makes me rigid, and moan out in bliss, my eyes falling shut. Not one to be dormant though I really want to, to just let him do whatever he wants to me, I take my right hand and entangle my fingers through his soft, hickory hair and grip his shoulder with the other, swinging my leg over his right shoulder before opening my eyes and peering down at him again. He looks surprised, in awe. I feel freaken powerful. “You… you just going to stare at me Peter, or finish what you started.”

Its not a question, it’s a demand. He needs to do that again.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He flashes me another Peter smile, then gets to work. And man, did my move make a difference. It felt good before, but now I really do think I might lose in my legs, especially since I’m only one! And, god, he looks good eating me out. Like he’s kissing me, taking generous gulps every time his tongue scoops some more of my essence, getting deeper with every plunge until I’m trying desperately to distract myself by playing with his hair. Simultaneously though I’m pressing my heat into his mouth.

In the end, it’s the sucking that pushes me over the edge. Just as I’m getting used to the pleasure, he abruptly puts his mouth over my cunt and sucks, causing shock to rush through me and my eyes to widen. ‘Peter!” I gasp, tightening my grip on his hair, as cum explodes from my core. He doesn’t drink it, just leans back on his heels and watches it drip down my thighs in satisfaction. After a moment, he looks like he’s in a trance as he watches, and I reel from the extreme pleasure.

“It’s going to feel so fucking good in there. I missed this.”

“How can you miss something you don’t remember.”

“I remember Capture the Flag,” He says it off-hand, before either of us can realise that he shouldn’t remember that. I remember. Eric had picked him second for his team and me last because it was either me, or Christina and they didn’t have a good track record with her. I found Peter shortly after he got ‘shot’ with those neuro stim guns, and we stuck around that old carnival after everyone else left. He created a really dumb one liner, entailing that it’d make him feel better if I kissed his wounds. We didn’t get back until the early hours of the morning, getting probably near 2 and half hours of sleep. But he shouldn’t remember that.

My eyes snap down to him and hop down on my knees with him, looking into his eyes. Of course, I can’t tell just by looking at his eyeballs if he’s back, but maybe if I stare hard enough, he’ll tell me. After a moment, he just shrugs a little a smiles, blankly back at me. Then leans across and gives me a deep kiss. He pulls back and grins. “You’re the ticket, sweetheart. I knew it.”

Sighing, having let my hopes raise just then that he would be back, and wrap my arms over his shoulders and play more, softly with his hair. Looking at his lips, then his eyes. “Then maybe you should hurry up and take it.” I lower my voice, my heart bleeding to tell the secret I haven’t dares to utter to anyone, since Peter disappeared. “I want you back. I miss you.”

“I want to be back.” He leans towards me, curling an arm around my back so he can carefully lay me back on the floor. “Hey, when he’s back. Tell him for me that he owes you something big, for putting you through this.”

“Peter, are you making a dirty joke to me right now?” I giggle, looking at the ceiling now as he ready’s himself. He laughs, too.

“No, I actually didn’t hear that until you mentioned it. Really.”

“Really,” I roll my eyes, disbelieving.

“Absolutely Y/N! Now, let me concentrate.” That brings me back to the present. I realise I’m still dripping with cum from before, and when I look up at him above me ready to power into me fully, I realise I still fucking want him. He’s so tall, and strong, and I intend to give him a hickey on that neck scar if it is the last thing I do tonight.

Hooking my legs up and around his waist, I meet him in the middle for the first delicious thrust. I watch curiously, his face as it changes from mischievous to delighted, in an enticingly smutty way. That makes me grin, but then the pleasure hits me and a surprisingly, nearly embarrassingly amorous moan comes from me, as his cock powers through me, rubbing against my inner walls like static. In reaction the pleasure, I arch up into him, and pull him by the hair down to my mouth, pressing a slow, careful kiss to his lips first before moving on to that neck scar.

While he pounds into me, he also feels my ministrations on his neck. I lightly trace the tip of my tongue up the long line, then kiss the middle and start nibbling and sucking there to my liking, taking my time to enjoy it. And I know he does, too, because he mumbled a very sexy, guttural curse at one particular lick. It sent trickles of pleasure all the way down to my core.

This ecstasy goes on for who knows how long, I certainly wasn’t watching the time, before he lets himself go and I watch through half lidded eyes as he comes apart inside me, the stuff leaking out from around his dick and dripping out of me in warm spurts. I gives one last, hard thrust and I come along with him, a sigh escaping me and a sentence of curses from him. Carefully, he disconnects himself from me, and I get up and help him to his feet, beyond sleepy now. “… okay. That was nice, now… sleep?” I giggle, at the understatement and at his cute weary look.

“Show the way,”

“Yes sir, come on.” I lead him by the hand to my bedroom. Quickly we clean ourselves up, and then we hop in and the bed is so, extremely comfy after the floor. “Can’t believe we did that on the floor when this was here… “I mumble, tiredly.

“Wouldn’t be the weirdest place.” He pulls me toward him and I entangle our legs, almost subconiously. I’m so tired I don't pick up on that hint.

Snorting, I shake my head as I start to fall asleep. “No, guess not… “

~~~

In the morning, I wake up to peter already awake. He hasn’t moved much, just… you know, rested his head on his fist and is watching me sleep.

I squint and push my head back further into my pillow and away from him suspiciously. “… Goodmorning.”

He flashes a wicked grin. Wide smile and dull eyes, like he wants you to think he knows something you don’t. Or worse, he does. Very Peter-like. “Morning, beautiful.”

Even more suspiciously, I try to figure out first on my own what’s up, because something surely is. All I remember is what we did last night, and shame washes over me. Oh, lord… it’s too early for this. “What?”

“Told you, you were the ticket- “That makes me gasp, and sit up immediately, hitting my forehead on his and causing pain that I ignore. He rubs his forehead, but doesn’t seem mad. Just cheeky, and a little evil. “Christ, Y/N, I guess the honeymoons over, huh??”

I clench the sheets under my fists and chew on my bottom lip. “You’re… back?”

He just gives me a look, like ‘Well, obviously’.

No, no. I need a real answer. Does he realise what he’s put me through?? Probably. He is a jerk after all. “Peter?”

“The one and only.”

#Peter Hayes x Reader #Oneshot #Smut #Lemon #Divergent #Caleb Prior #Tris Prior #Four #Peter Hayes #Book Events #Divergent Imagine #Divergent x Reader #Allegiant

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SeXd (sex ed) pt.2

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut, non idol Au Warnings: some heated making out Words: 2993 A/N: At first I tought about adding more sexual things into this chapter but then i thought ‘‘Hey the reader is so new all to this so lets take it slow at first.’‘ IDK if the part 3 will be published as fast as two first ones. Summaray: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing. If you want to be tagged msg me or send ask. Starting from this point I won’t add you if you ask to be tagged in comments.

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You are tapping the table nervously while looking out from the window. You are waiting for Jungkook at small cafe who is supposed to take you to your first date. You have no idea what he had planned for you but he had said that you should wear something casual. After long debating between yourself you had ended up with blue hoodie and pair of jeans. Your hair was on loose ponytail and you had added only slightly make up, you were after all going for that natural look. The cafe is empty except three other customers which you are grateful for. In your small meltdown its better that there isn't many witnesses. You felt excited and scared at the same time. There was seven amazing men and one plain you. Sometimes you wondered that did they see same person which you saw every time when you looked into mirror. You look impatiently passing people trough the glass and sipped your almost empty drink. You weren't huge fan of coffee so instead you were drinking mug of hot chocolate. ''I'm sorry that I'm late.'' Familiar voice startles you from your side.

Jungkook had entered the cafe while you were looking out of the window deep in your thoughts. He looks unfairly good in his simple clothing. He is wearing black leather jacket over white v-neck shirt and pair of black jeans where is zippers on the sides. On his feet is plain black sneakers and lonely silver earring is hanging from his ear. ''It's okay. I haven't been waiting for long.'' You smile softly and Jungkook sits opposite of you. ''Good. It was kind of hectic at my workplace. My boss was breathing for my neck about some missed deadliness which I'm sure he hasn't even mentioned before.'' Jungkook sighs. Jungkook works at small accounting company and his boss is known his demanding nature. ''So, do you want to anything to drink or what you are planned for us?'' You ask while spinning your spoon in your mug nervously. ''There is no need. I will eat on the site of our date.'' Jungkook grins excitedly and rubs his hands together. ''We have one hour before we have to be there so take your time with your drink.'' You phone dings and you pick it out from your pocket. ''Do you mind if I look what was it?'' You gesture towards your phone. ''Go ahead, I don't mind.'' Jungkook assures you. You smile for thanks and open your message app to only notice that you have message from Jimin. Jimin: *I hope that you and Kookie will have good time :)* You: *Thanks, I'm kind of nervous.* Jimin: *Don't be, everything is going to be fine and if it isn't just message me anytime. If kookie even looks you wrong give me a call and I will come to rescue.* You: *Haha, I'm sure that its not going to that.* Jimin: * Just making sure that you know I'm there for you* Jimin's last message makes you blush and Jungkook looks you curiously. ''What was it? Something nice?'' ''It was Jimin.''You admit smiling shyly. ''Oh, I see. I hope he didn't spoil anything to you.'' ''So he does know where we are going?'' You are turning more curious. ''Yep. Did you finish your drink?'' Jungkook asks and you take one last sip from your hot chocolate. ''All done.'' ''Good, let's get going then. We need to get a taxi so we be on time.'' Jungkook stand up and waits you to collect your jacket and purse. When you exit the cafe you are simmering for excitement. Luckily you are able to get a taxi quite fast and you sit into backseat. Jungkook gives the driver an address that sounds familiar to you but you can't still pinpoint where you have heard it before. Jungkook glances you nervously but sighs on relief when there isn't expression of knowledge on your face. The back seat feels small and it doesn't help how Jungkook's thigh rubs yours time to time. You are relieved when you finally get out of the car and into fresh spring air. Jungkook pays for the driver and you look curiously around. You are on the parking lot of the sports stadium. There is cars parked everywhere and mass of people is heading towards the doors. ''I hope that you like basketball.'' Jungkook smiles shyly when he sees your curious face. You spin around and face Jungkook who has came to stand next to you. ''I used to go watch my little brothers basketball games on his high school. I'm not expert of the sport but I found it quite enjoyable.'' You give Jungkook assuring smile and he seems relieved. ''Shall we go then?'' Jungkook asks and offers his hand to you which you instantly accept. You end up following steam of people and waiting your turn on the line. Jungkook's hand is much larger and warmer than yours, his hold has calming effect to you and feel like your insecurities are slowly fading into back round. When it is finally your turn to get in Jungkook hands your ticket for the man by the door. The lobby is full of excited people who are wearing merchandises of their favorite team. You frown when you notice that you and Jungkook are almost only ones who isn't wearing colors of their team. ''Don't worry. I left all my fan goods at home so I wouldn't ruin the surprise for you. If you like we can by something to support our team.'' Jungkook tells when he notices your glances towards the other basketball fans. ''Really?'' You ask excited. ''Wait which one of them we are supporting?'' You add soon awkwardly. Jungkook tells you the team's name and you head into line where you can buy items to support your choice. Jungkook buys scarf for you and pennant for himself even when you insisted that you could pay yourself. When you are done Jungkook lead you to your seats which are located right in front row. The noise of fans cheering for their favorite teams is deafening. ''Wow, I think that I have never had this good seats in any event.'' You are thrilled. ''Thanks for it belongs to my boss, as much as he can be ass sometimes he is good with his bonuses.'' Jungkook rubs his head awkwardly while blushing. ''Aww, you are so cute.'' You coo and his blush deepens. Jungkook coughs and changes the subject. ''There is about fifteen minutes before the game begins. I was thinking that we could go buy something to eat when half time comes. I know that hot dogs aren't the most fancy food, but I hope it is okay.'' ''Hot dogs sounds fine.'' You assure Jungkook. The audience has finally found their seats and chanting to their teams to come out. The stand darkens and loud music begins to play. Spotlights sweep on the ground when the teams come out followed by loud cheers. Even you and Jungkook join the screaming mass. You don't know what you had hoped for your first date, but you were pleasantly surprised for Jungkook's choice. A Judge blows the whistle and the game begins. The game pulls you's and Jungkook's attention completely and you cheer and boo in all the right parts. Even one point when the opposite team makes a score you both scream with red faces. You are having so much fun that you forgot to be nervous. Finally the half time comes and you and Jungkook head for the food stand. The line is long, but at least it moves fast. ''Do you know what you are going to get?'' You ask while standing on your tiptoes looking for pictures on top of the stand. There is basic hot dogs, sodas and other fast food options on display. ''I usually take the same thing, hot dog with spicy sauce and cucumber salad.'' Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. ''Maybe I should try it too.'' You agree and Jungkook grins widely to your words. ''I'm sure that you are gonna love it.'' Soon is your turn to order and you take bottles of coke with your food. You find free stand table and head towards it. You put your hot dog on the table and sip your drink. You take a first bite from your food and began to cough. Your mouth is on fire. ''This. Is. So. Hot.'' You wave your hand in front of your mouth even though it doesn't actually help you. ''Are you okay? Is it too spicy for you, I can get something else for you if you want...'' Jungkook frowns his brows worriedly. ''No, its okay. I was just surprised that all. I knew that the hot dog would be spicy, but not this spicy.'' You grin. Jungkook looks you insecure at first but his frown turns as smile when you keep assuring him. ''I'm glad that Jimin was right when he told me that you like basketball.'' Jungkook says and takes a bite from his food. You don't know how someone eating can turn you on. You look enchanted how his mouth moves when he chews his food or how his lips turn even redder caused by the spicy food. ''Y/N, did you hear what I said?'' Jungkook smirks, he surely had noticed your stare. You blush and clear your throat. ''I didn't know that he had told you about it.'' ''well I asked what kind of interests you have so I could plan an evening which you would enjoy.'' Jungkook tells shyly. You feel so happy, never has a guy gone so far that they would have tried to get to know you better, at least not intending to make sure that you are enjoying yourself. You smile widely and reach for Jungkook's hand which is resting on the table. ''Thank you.'' You smile gratefully. Atmosphere is changing from light and happy for something entirely different. You never knew that someone being thoughtful towards you could be huge turn on. ''Do you want to learn something new today?'' Jungkook asks his voice low. ''What you want to teach me?'' You are curious. Your first tough has that he wanted to tell something about basketball but his eyes were telling a different story. ''I will teach you how to kiss properly. I know that you kissed Jimin, but you both were drunk and I doubt that you did it correctly'' You feel heat rising inside of you when you quickly agree to his offer. Jungkook leads you towards the restrooms and you look him surprised. When he sees your confused face he explains. ''Half time is over soon and everyone will be focused to the game so there wont be people hanging around the restroom.'' Indeed every person who you are passing by is hurrying back towards their seats. Jungkook pulls you inside of ladies room, which is empty for your luck, and heads into the furthest restroom booth.Luckily there isn't stalls where everyone could look under or even over if they were tall enough or standing on toilet seats. Instead the restroom was full of those small rooms where was small sink alongside of the toilet seat. Jungkook pushes you in gently and locks the door behind of him. The booth is small and you both are barely able to fit in at the same time. And still Jungkook is capable to spin you around and pull you to sit top of him on closed toilet seat. You are so close to him that you can hear his beating heart. You are glad to know that you aren't only one who is affected. ''So, what I do next?'' You finally break the heavy silence. Jungkook seems to shake himself from his thoughts before he answers. ''At first put your arms around my neck.'' You obey him fast, at least the first step is easy. ''Lean closer, good. Then tilt your head little on to other side and... well its best that I demonstrate the next part.'' Jungkook takes hold of your hips and tilts his head to opposite way which you are. Jungkook comes closer and the distance gets even smaller between you. Your hear is beating faster and your hands are getting sweaty. His breath smells like cherries when he finally kisses you. The kiss begins slow and Jungkook moves his lips softly against yours. You are insecure what to do at first but try to mimic his lips movements. You seem to be doing quite well when his hold on your waist tightens. Jungkook parts from you and looks you with indecipherable eyes. ''Second step is when I'm going to kiss you again, open your mouth slightly.'' Jungkook pushes his lips back to yours before you are able of answer. You can hear cheers of basketballs fans somewhere in far distance. You part your lips like Jungkook told and his pink tongue comes to explore your lips. He licks your lower lip and your breath hitch on your throat. For your surprise Jungkook's tongue slips inside of your mouth. Surely you know hot to kiss in theory, but still his actions caught you of guard. His tongue explores your mouth following your teeth and searching trough your mouths roof. You feel Jungkook hardening in his pants. You are first to pull away and look him with wide eyes. Sure you felt already hot and bothered, but Jungkook hardening under you came in shock.

''Don't worry we don't have to do anything to it. I would never force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.'' He assures you when he sees your worried eyes. Jungkook pushes curl of hair, which has escaped from your ponytail, behind of your ear. Even though his face is hungry his movements are slow. ''Is there any other steps that I can learn about kissing?'' You ask shyly by Jungkook's surprise. ''You can always do the actions to your partner which I have taught you, but there is one another step we can try.'' His cheeks are covered in light tint when he says this. Opening bathroom door surprises you and soon nearby bathroom stall's door is shut. Someone is in the bathroom while you two are practicing kissing. You freeze and Jungkook notices your distress. ''Or we can stop here and return to watch the game. I believe that there is at least twenty minutes left.'' ''What the last step is?'' ''Are you sure? We can stop Y/N.'' Jungkook looks you worriedly. You are tired of not knowing anything and you don't surely want to stop on half way. ''I'm sure.'' You look back to Jungkook with so much of determination that he finally agrees. ''Last step is making out.'' He finally tells. You hear someone leaving the bathroom booth and washing their hands. ''How making out is different from kissing?'' ''Well Kisses can be quite innocent, but when it comes to making out it usually includes lot of touching. I'm not talking about gentle sweeps of other person's cheek, I'm talking about hot hands wandering along others body.'' Jungkook words makes heat rise to your face and you feel more than slightly turned on. ''I want to try that.'' You admit quietly. ''O-okay.''Jungkook is turning red as well. ''So basically we kiss like I did teach to you and touch each others bodies. If I make you uncomfortable at any point let me know.'' Soon you are kissing again and this time you follow Jungkook's lips with your tongue. He parts them gently and let's you take a lead. You slip your tongue into his mouth when his large hands starts to wander on your body. At first his actions are rather innocent and his hands move along your sides. You pet his neck hair with your fingers which are still dangled to his neck. You deepen the kiss and then Jungkook grins against your core. You gasp out loud but don't stop kissing him which Jungkook takes as a green light. He repeats his actions and soon his hands find hem of your shirt. His hands feel warm against your skin and you tighten your grip on his hair. Jungkook moans gently when you tuck his hair too hard by accident. Interesting that he has a hair pulling kink you note to yourself. Jungkook's had reaches higher and soon his fingers touches hem of your bra. You pull apart panting for air and you look each other breathing heavily.

''More.'' You demand filled with lust from the man. ''More what?'' Jungkook struggles little when he tries to find his voice. ''Touch me more.'' You pull himself again into another kiss. Jungkook obeys and soon he squeezes your breast top of your bra. Your hand begins to slide along his torso and small gargle sound leaves from his throat. Jungkooks free hand starts to wander towards your pants and when he is about to open the button of your pants loud cheering disturbs you. ''I'm so happy that we won.'' Cheerful female voice says and soon the bathroom is filled with chattering voices. You part away with wide eyes. The game must have ended.

Jimin is laughing his ass of to your story. ''So you had to wait basically and hour in small restroom booth until you were able to leave.'' ''It's not so funny. I was scared to death that someone will break in and find us in such situation.'' You sulk and poke your salad with your fork. You are at the theaters break room during your lunch break when Jimin has insisted that you tell him about your date. He had hear some details from Jungkook but he wanted still hear your version. Jimin leans closer to you and you can't help but glance towards his lips. ''So did you learn anything?'' He asks with low voice. You are sure that he knew but wanted you to admit it yourself. ''I learned proper way of kissing.'' You admit whispering. You and Jimin gain few curious stares from your coworkers when you are so close together but you both ignore them. ''I'm sure that there is going to be other thing to learn on your next dates.'' Jimin smirks and pulls away. ''Like what?'' You are curious. ''You'll see, you'll see.'' Jimin refuses to let anything on.

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