#i didn't even touch on the 'angry' bit in that quote but the afraid bit is so. so much

[dvrast]

a thing about jesper is that he is constantly afraid. angry and frightened— that's what the fjerdan had called him. what had matthias and inej seen in jesper that he didn't understand ? / [ stop treating your pain like it's something you imagined. if you see the wound is real, then you can heal it. ] / you taught me to lie. [ to keep you safe. ] i had a gift. you should have let me use it. [ it's not a gift. it's a curse. it would have killed you the same way it killed your mother. ] i'm dying anyway, da. i'm just doing it slow. it's a genetic disease, father to son. inheritance. power, from his mother. fear, from his father.

it was one thing to be born zowa in his father's house, a weight impossible to tip - toe around with the old farm floorboards creaking under every step, something reaching deep down in his chest to hold his breath from a young age. it was that easy, as breathing, as long as it kept the fear off his father's face ; even easier, whispering truths like pearly whites tucked inside unassuming seashells with his mother. she was brave, braver than the both of them, and she made it easy, until she couldn't. after her death, colm's fear deepened, widened, and it swallowed jesper whole.

the world was always too small for jesper, too big, for grisha of any kind, an open range with traps and snares littered every few feet like landmines. you're born as prey animals native to every continent, or trained into predators in ravka. there isn't a single hill or meadow that's safe, not really. this is a part of why he leaves for ketterdam in the first place, no matter how afraid he is to leave his da, alone in a haunted house. but he can't stay there, not when it feels like the same thing that killed his ma is lurking under the floor, hiding in the rafters, breathing down his neck. but it wasn't the house. it was a part of him, some heavy, extra organ, and he takes it with him wherever he goes. it begins to feel like some kind of birth defect, something somewhere just a millimeter out of line, killing him slowly with every too - fast beat of his rabbit heart. sleeping, waking, this inescapable, primal paranoia. it'll kill him, just for being born.

jesper has what we would call generalized anxiety disorder on top of his attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, and it's at its worst once he realizes this feeling isn't something he can leave back home in his father's house. one could go mad with it, not a single place in which you can feel yourself, safe, whole, and he feels a little mad, at first, digesting this revelation ; this is his life, a blessed death. this is what it means to be zowa, his mother's son, his father's prodigal, home or far from it, everywhere, anywhere in the world. he can't ever catch his breath in ketterdam, since before even that, light and heavy all at once, a freedom you can only feel from falling. he feels like a dead man walking the streets, less to lose than even that, and it's easy, easy as breathing, to lay down what little money fit in his pockets with or without the promise of it earning any of it back. ketterdam is alive, though, and he learns quickly how fear is in the very air, but with it, an immunity in its people. something fearless in the water. it was almost inevitable, then, that the most fearless creature in the barrel is who jesper finds himself drawn to even more than the promise of a light burning brightest before it goes out, like a moth to flame. kaz brekker makes him feel like he could be brave for the first time since his mother. like he could survive.

fear is a lot easier to face if you don't ever look away in the first place. if you never come down from the high, there's never any crash - landing, and life with the dregs is a rollercoaster of ups and downs to simulate a freefall that's in his actions instead of his bones. joining the dregs, joining kaz, it gives a name to the grip in his chest— a false one, but a name all the same. he can't be afraid of living if he's dodging death left and right. this fear he has is for a bullet in his head, a knife in his back, dime lions or black tips or stadwatch or debt collectors instead of slavers or drüskelle or ravka or poisoned little girls in need of saving or his father's scared, scared eyes— ketterdam is where taking a deep breath could get you killed anyway, and it's the first place he feels he can live in. the first place he feels he could survive, because living in ketterdam demands it.

#study. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽⠀:⠀jesper fahey #under a read more because it is A Lot #i didn't even touch on the 'angry' bit in that quote but the afraid bit is so. so much #like his entire life is one massive coping mechanism... #he's trying to make peace with his very nature being a threat to his life inherently inescapably #because it feels like it could kill him for real if he lets himself feel as afraid as he is #as afraid as he is Always whether or not there's an imminent thread or promise of danger #he doesn't know how to live like that he Can't so he has to dress it up in a costume and call it something else #okay alright enough!!! enough. i could talk for days about it yeah

[iwanttofuckereh69]

To properly celebrate @hornyimpulsivity's birthday i decided to inflict emotional damage onto everyone with both an illustration and a fic. Happy birthday bestie <333

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Draken (Ryuguji Ken) x Hanma Shuji

Rating: T

Word count: 1k

Content warnings: angst, breakup, mentions of smut

Summary: It's been twelve years since Tenjiku. Draken and Hanma met again when they both were at their lowest. One thing led to another and what was supposed to be a one time thing, started to become more scary than any of them was willing to admit. Now Draken is struggling to tell Shuji the truth. He is after all more afraid of losing him than anything else.  

A/N: Hello, this is a short scene pulled out from a bigger thing so probably not everything makes perfect sense without the context. Artwork by me, and the story is a group effort between me and @hornyimpulsivity. Enjoy! PS. dialogues are written with "-" instead of quotes marks because im polish and stubborn

Shuji didn't laugh. He didn't mock the Dragon for being a pussy that’s whining over a few burned photos. He didn't say anything borderline insulting, trying to be funny, like he used to. Instead there was warmth. A bit of kindness the Dragon desperately needed. A compassion he wasn't expecting. And surprisingly wise words he should probably consider actually listening to. The Reaper was right, placing his hand on top of the Dragon's heart, pointing to right where it hurt. Where all those memories still were, just like he said, as vivid as ever, despite the photos that captured them being gone. Those weren’t just frames, still images frozen in time, fading on the crumbled pieces of paper. He could still hear all their voices. Their naive laughter. Their youthful playfulness. The smell of the beach in the midst of July, the smell of gasoline and the roar of engines. The sweet perfume Emma used to wear. And even Shuji was there somewhere amongst all the others, an annoying brat from a long time ago, with ugly ass hair and lame leopard print on his bike. The same Shuji that could punch the living shit out of Draken when nobody else dared to come close to him. The same one that now held him, keeping him from falling apart.

Draken smiled softly, looking up at him, in those beautiful eyes of his, glistening as if they were pure, liquid gold. It wasn't the first time Draken couldn't tell what twisted emotions filled those eyes of his. But it wasn't the first time either, when he felt nonetheless utterly fascinated by them. And it sure as hell wasn't the first time he just couldn't stop looking.

He wanted to tell him so many things. Make so many stupid, cringey confessions. But before he managed to open his mouth, his lips were already occupied. The kiss was sudden... and yet, funny enough, expected. So many times Ryuguji caught Shuji's curious eyes wandering across his smile. So many times he himself shyly gazed at his lips. He was scared of this longing, he was scared of the feeling it brought along.

He didn't protest, however. Quite the contrary. He entangled his fingers into Shuji's hair, pulling him closer, as close as he could possibly get, angry at the stupid clothes that kept their skin from touching.

Draken lost his balance and leaned over the wall, pushing Shuji against it, kissing him as if it was their last kiss.

(It was.)

It was different from all the kisses they shared so far. This time it wasn't about fucking, it wasn't about satisfying that primal, filthy desire. It was much more meaningful. Much more scary. Because they shouldn't be kissing like that. They shouldn’t be feeling like that. They were never meant to… And yet they found each other somehow. 

- That's gonna be a memory I'm going to hold onto most desperately - he whispered into his lips, holding Shuji's face close, not ready to open his eyes, not ready to confess that it was probably their last kiss. - The one i will probably cherish the most - he added.

He wasn’t ready to let go of him, scared that Shuji would disappear. 

- I'm not just a memory yet, my Dragon. - Hanma whispered softly and smiled right into Draken's lips, before allowing them to connect once again. 

One of Shuji's palms quickly ended up on the side of Draken's neck, caressing it with fondness and occasionally sliding his thumb across his jaw and cheek. The other one eventually found its way to the Dragon's hip. Soon, Hanma's curious fingers were wandering up Draken's body, reaching his waist, and to his backside, squeezing his buttcheek in quite a playfull and weirdly affectionate manner. 

Not yet. But soon. 

Draken’s lips trembled when he felt Shuji kissing him again so impatiently it hurt. It hurt somewhere inside his chest, somewhere where his heart was, his heart that was beating so fast it seemed like it was about to tear apart his chest. 

Ryuguji gasped, feeling his touch. Impatient as ever and yet… intimate. Affectionate. Tender. Shuji’s palms knew Dragon’s body so well, as if he had touched him a million times before. And maybe he did. In this life, or another. He just seemed to know all the curves, all the crevices. Like a lover would. 

Is this what they became? The unintended lovers? That was supposed to be a one time thing. A brief encounter, a chase after bodily pleasure, nothing more. But it became more. Yet Draken couldn’t even pinpoint exactly when that happened. It just stopped being brief somewhere along the way. It stopped being simple and just horny. 

They were supposed to be just friends with benefits. Buddies that fuck sometimes. It’s not like Hanma would ever even consider them to be something more than that, right? Right…? 

And yet, here was Kenny, struggling to say whatever he was about to say out loud, as if those few words would break his own heart. As if those would break Shuji’s heart as well. That was probably the most horrific of things. He cared about that pretty boy, obviously he didn’t want to hurt him. The situation just… got out of hand. But he couldn’t let it continue either, it wasn’t fair. 

- Shuji - he whispered softly, trying to stop all those tender, affectionate kisses the Reaper was placing all over Ryuguji’s lips. He moved back and gazed at him as Shuji took a big draw of a half burned cigarette. Damn he was pretty. Inside and out. He deserved the fucking world. But Draken couldn’t give it to him. 

- Hm…? 

- I… I got back together with him - he said, so quietly that only his Reaper could hear it. He wished he didn’t say it at all. There was that tricky, malicious part of his brain that was telling him to not say a word. But it wasn’t fucking fair. 

#tokyo revengers #draken x hanma #tokyo revengers fanart #tokyo revengers fanfiction #angst #my first published work in color wow #never again :)))))) #also i was adamant on never publishing anything from that ff we've been writing for over a year #and yet here i am #be nice #im not native english speaker so its probably super bad #but its worth it for the pain #digital art #tr fanart

[toournextadventure]

the latest chapter is giving me /feelings/ and I am loving it

[you, who was looking at her as if you were afraid to lose her] + ["you can stay"] Wednesday not only noticing how Birb is feeling, but allowing herself to appreciate her proximity? *chef's kiss* also the way Birb backed off quickly when Wednesday mentioned disliking touch, and you know it's 75% being considerate and 25% refusing to test boundaries because she's sure there has to be some limit, some condition for Wednesday's affection

["you certainly know how to pick 'em"] + ["don't I?" She said breathlessly] thank you Uncle Fester, for being chill enough that Weds is willing to be openly adorable

["and the only Addams I want haunting me is you"] + [I want you haunting me too] I am a sucker for haunting as a love language. no I will not elaborate.

[she was an Addams by marriage instead of blood, much like yo-] + the exchange between Gomez and Morticia = YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS cute as fuck

[Thing was on your shoulder with a pair of scissors] not gonna lie, my first thought was wondering how much Birb might be panicking because of Sharp Objects near her Wings. But I suppose her familiarity with Thing and the general vibe of the Addams family helped keep her mind off of past experiences

[your hand moved from her waist to the small of her back and you were looking at her. Only at her. Didn't you know others were watching?] Birb is a simp and we love her for it

Everything about Wednesday's confession is just mwah! perfect! mildly amused by the fact that her merely saying she feels Something is significant enough to excite Birb! but, like, understandable. Weds keeps her feelings to herself whenever possible, this is an adorable and dorky milestone for her

[after what she had just seen, your kindness and gentleness made no sense.-You weren't furious? Didn't you want to take it out on everybody until you felt better?] sometimes pain makes us kinder, because we cannot bear to see someone else go through what we did. and sometimes that kindness is fueled by the overwhelming desire to never be hurt again- we want to be useful, and pleasant, and worth every bit of space we take up. somebody hug birb

[*the entire kiss sequence*] crying, sobbing, grinning like an idiot because of these dorks, I love them so much asdfghjkl. also, like, good thing Weds went for that kiss, because otherwise it might've been hard to shrug off the whole Vision thing. the kiss just reset Birb's entire train (depot) of thought(s)

[in books and movies, everyone says the accidents happen in slow motion - There was nothing slow or poetic about the way you shook so violently she swore your feet lifted off the ground] this paragraph invokes such a clear image in my mind, I will be laughing about it for several days

11/10

-signed, your friendly neighborhood crow

You guys have GOT to quit quoting the story because I WILL blush

Birb is so hyperaware of other people's boundaries, and she's so terrified that if she even thinks of overstepping then that's it, that's the final straw. It's conditional, and things are going so well, she's not going to ruin it by pushing a boundary

Oh don't worry, Thing with scissors? Oh you know there was a panic attack in that closet. Familiarity or not, it still triggers that fight-or-flight. But that's where part of the dilemma comes in, she also refuses to let anyone know when she's freaking out, so that panic turns into a different emotion, in this case frustration and scolding Thing and Fester

Wednesday: I... feel Birb: !!!!!!!!!

Birb has seen firsthand what happens when someone lives being angry. She knows what it does to everyone, including the angry person. And we haven't seen it yet, but she is angry, she does sometimes want to make people hurt the way she does. But she knows. It's a very difficult conscious decision to be kind, if for nothing else than to not become her parents. She refuses to be like them, and if that means being kind, then goddammit she's going to be kind

#answered #wednesday addams x reader #everyone but her au #your friendly neighbourhood crow

[hazbinhotelandchill]

Hi I'm Bambi and I can't stick to a word limit. I feel like this one is so long and I want to apologise for that but also I feel like you thirsty thots don't mind at all so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I'll be closing my inbox after tonight, so make sure to send in any requests you may have! Here's the link to the smut prompts, but you're absolutely free to send in anything else you may want!

Edit: Forgot to mention that I edited the quote a bit. Hope you lovelies don't mind!

41. "The only way you are getting off is on my thigh."

54. "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I've finished working."

It was late at night when you awoke, groggy and confused. Darkness hung heavily in your room, enshrouding the world in shadows. All around you there was silence, not a sound to be found. So what had woken you up?

Dry. Your mouth felt like a desert, and with a groan you sat up. That must have been what had woken you up, so begrudgingly you made your way out of your room and to the kitchen.

Walking through the darkened halls of the hotel, you started to notice a twisting in your gut. It felt... Strange, foreign. But it was persistent as you made your way down the stairs, lingering.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed a light on down the hall. Curious, who would be up at this hour? Ignoring your thirst, you made your way towards the light.

The room was a small library, filled with books of all kinds. You didn't even realize the hotel had a library in the first place. Looking around, you saw the light was coming from a corner, a little reading nook with a chair, and in that chair you were surprised to find Alastor, quietly reading to himself.

You're relationship with him was... Strange, to say the least. You knew you had feelings for him, and assumed he had feelings for you as well by how he treated you compared to the others, but you were never quite sure. Not to mention, despite your feelings, he still unnerved the hell out of you. He was a frigtening individual with seemingly limitless power at his disposal. He could destroy you with a snap of his fingers if he wanted to, so you were always cautious around him.

The twisting in your gut seemed to intensify at his presence, and a frown laced itself across your lips. He didn't seem to notice you- or perhaps he just didn't care. You pondered leaving him be, as that was the safest option, but before you could his attention snapped to you, his smile seeming to warm at the sight of you. It only strengthened the strange feelings swirling at your center.

"Trouble sleeping my dear?" His glowing eyes regarded you with curiosity, placing the book on his lap to better give you his attention. His eyes on you sent a chill down your spine, a heat beginning to course it's way through your body.

You stuttered, looking away from him awkwardly. What was happening to you? Why did you feel so strange? Rubbing the back of your neck, feeling the heat that was radiating off your skin, you cleared your throat. "I was just getting a drink of water when I saw the light."

He hummed, head tilting to the side. His eyes narrowed slightly, and under the scrutiny of his gaze you felt your heart begin to speed up. You wanted to leave, to get the drink you had left your room for, but something kept you rooted to the ground.

After a moment, Alastor picked up his book and gave his leg a pat. "Come here darling." His words caused your eyes to widen. At first you couldn't really comprehend what he had said, what he had insinuated. So you didn't move, watching as Alastor went back to reading, holding the book in one hand.

It wasn't until he looked back at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised, did your brain start to process, and then you glanced away from him. "I'm sorry," you said, awkward laughter in your voice. "But you want me to..." Your words trailed off, your hands motioning towards him trying to finish your sentence. He laughed, and then motioned for you to come towards him.

"Come, you may sit on my lap until I've finished reading." You swallowed, giving your head a small nod. Slowly your feet moved, unsure, taking each step with care. Alastor watched for a moment, before returning to his reading, carefully flipping the page. When you were in front of him, you took a quiet, steadying breath. You saw him look at you from the corner of his eyes, waiting to see what you'd do.

It took you a short mental pep talk, but eventually you turned your body and sat down on his lap. You heard him hum, pleased with your decision, and then you felt his free hand lift up and rest itself on your head, his long fingers running through your hair. The sensation caused your entire body to shutter, and Alastor immediately stopped, hand still resting on your head. Silence lingered between you two; you couldn't look at his face. Your cheeks burned red.

"Darling..." His voice was lower, deeper, the radio static less intense. You could feel him shifting beneath you, saw him close his book. Your heart was racing as his hand slowly moved down to your neck, his nails scraping carefully across your skin. You couldn't help but shutter once more. There was a spring coiling in your gut, tightening itself to it's limit. "You're so warm. Are you feeling alright?"

You nodded your head, still not looking at him, still trying to calm your racing heart. You felt one of his nails on your chin, and it forced your head to turn to him. His eyes were half lidded as he took in your flushed expression, his lips curled in that ever present smile. "I think you're lying to me." There was danger in his words, laced tightly to each syllable. It made the coil tighten more.

"I don't know what's wrong," you admitted, though you were starting to get an idea, one that you really didn't want to admit to. "I should go." But before you could even move, you felt Alastor's hand go to your throat, and while it did not tighten you knew he would not hesitate should you move. Your breathing hitched as his face grew closer to yours, noses nearly touching.

"So soon?" He asked, words dancing across your lips. You felt his nails scrape across the sensitive flesh on your neck, likely leaving behind angry red marks. "But you just arrived." His hand wandered down your neck to your shoulder, caressing your skin in such a way that you could barely surpress a whine. Between your thighs a heat was beginning to rise, and the pressure of Alastor’s thigh wasn’t helping.

You needed to leave, but there was a part of you that didn’t want you to. It wanted you to stay, to see where this would go. But that was dangerous, and you didn't know if you could risk it.

"You seem awfully flustered my dear. Whatever could be the matter?" His fingers danced along the collar of your shirt, causing you to tug at your bottom lip. He was still so close, the glowing red of his eyes reflecting off your face.

You tried to swallow, tried to speak, but your throat was still dry and your tongue felt like lead. At your silence, he began to dig his nails into your skin, slowly dragging them across your collar bone. You whimpered, shutting your eyes at the sensations of pain, fingers curling into the fabric of your pants. "(Y/N)." His voice sent chills down your spine. "Why aren't you answering me?"

You stuttered out an apology, fear wrapping itself tightly around the coil in your gut. He hummed in approval, nails exiting your skin; you thought you felt something drip down your chest. "Open your eyes." You did as he said, afraid of what would happen should you disobey. His smile seemed to widen at this. "Very good, my dear. Now, do you want to know what I think?"

Slowly his hand began to move down your arm, nails scraping at your skin lightly. "I think you know exactly what's wrong." His other hand placed the forgotten book on the arm rest of the chair, and then made it's way to you. "You just don't want to tell me." You felt him shift underneath you as both of his hands settled on either side of your waist. "It hurts me to know you don't trust me, darling." Suddenly, he pulled you back into him further, angling you in such a way so that you were straddling one of his thighs.

No longer facing him, you felt his lips close to your ear as he chuckled. You whimpered, trying to pull away from him but his hands on your hips kept you firmly in place. "Al." Your voice was a whisper, hardly even audible. "I have to go."

"Shh." His lips traced the curvature of your ear, causing you to shiver. "We can't just leave you like this. However-" his grip on your hips tightened. You felt him slowly push you forward on his thigh, grinding your most sensitive parts against him. You gasped, shuddered, clutched desperately wherever you could. You were already so aroused, and you wondered how much twisting the coil in your gut could take. "The only way you are getting off is on my thigh."

Your eyes widened, you spun your head to look at him. You couldn't believe what he had just said. Alastor just gazed back at you expectantly, waiting for you to move. However, when it became apparent that you weren't going to, his eyes narrowed, his nails digging into your skin once more. "My dear," he said, grinding you harder into his thigh. "It wasn't a suggestion."

With a face flush red with embarrassment and shame, you slowly began to roll your hips against him, steadying yourself on his knee. You couldn't look at him, instead focusing on the ground beneath your feet. At first you were awkward, uncomfortable, but as you moved, as the pleasure began to build, you began to care less about what was happening, and more about how it felt.

And it felt damn good; with each motion of your hips you began to feel lighter, warmer, tighter. Your eyes eventually fluttered shut, your lips parting as your breaths began to come out heavier. You felt one of Alastor's hands make its way up your back and into your hair. It was gentle at first, rubbing soothing circles along your scalp, but then you moaned; quiet, breathy, but audible and you heard a static filled rumble from behind you. Then his fingers were pulling your head back by your hair, bending you in such a way that your back arched.

"How close are you, I wonder?" He murmured in your ear, static playing across your skin. It made you whimper, body trembling. "Will you be able to last much longer?" His lips trailed down your skin- sensitive, you were so sensitive. "I can't wait to see you come undone."

"Alastor," you moaned his name, moving faster against his thigh. His teeth scraped dangerously against your neck, far too close to your jugular for comfort, but you were too far gone to notice such things. All you could focus on was the building pressure in your core.

There was the smallest part of you that was screaming obsenitites at you for being so stupid. You were getting off on the leg of one of the most dangerous beings hell had to offer. But a much larger part was keeping it quiet, because you weren't about to stop.

With your climax nearing, your moans became more frequent, slowly increasing in volume. Alastor had yet to let go of your hair, keeping you close to him as his lips and teeth toyed with the flesh on your neck. Until your motions started to lose rhythm, the roll of your hips becoming sporadic. Until you started whispering his name, begging to finish between curses. Then Alastor pulled his lips away, keeping his eyes trained on you.

You came undone on his lap with a cry of his name, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his pants.

It took you a few moments to come down from your pleasure high; Alastor had let go of your hair, allowing you to bow your head as you tried to regain control of your breathing. What you had done had yet to sit in yet as you sat there, but it wasn't long until realization started to kick in, dread beginning to pool in your gut.

You didn't want to look back at him- in truth, you wanted to run as fast as you could back to your room. But something told you by the way his one hand was still holding onto your hips that he wasn't likely to let you go that easily.

Building up your courage, you finally dared a glance back at him. Unsurprisingly, his eyes were trained on you, but what caught you off guard was the way in which he regarded you. There was something akin to warmth in his gaze, as if he were admiring you. The sight made new sensations arise in your stomach, ones more alike that of a butterfly's wings.

In response you turned away, face heating up once more. Now you really had to go, and you took your chances with standing up. Alastor let you, watching as you frantically spun around, stuttering over words. "I-I should really go." He simply looked at you, head slightly tilted, amusement glittering in his eyes. You nodded your head, glancing from him to the doorway. "Yeah... I'm gonna go."

He said nothing as you walked towards the door, nor did he speak when you nearly tripped over your own two feet, just watching as you awkwardly laughed it off. It wasn't until you were at the door did he speak up, his voice filterered through radio static reaching your ears before you could completely leave. "Have a good night, darling"

You paused for a moment, hand on the doorway, before muttering a quick "you too" and rushing down the hall, long having forgotten what you had originally gone downstairs for in the first place.

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lemon

[kinksvt]

→ pairing: wonwoo x reader

♕ summary: you and wonwoo had veen friends for a while but after some unknown tension, that changes.

✱ genre/warnings: friends to lovers!au, kissing

✱ word count: 1.8k

part one / part three

"how about truth or dare?" jihoon suggested.

"what are we, eighth graders?" jeonghan complained, rolling his eyes.

"got a better idea?" jihoon snapped back.

"yeah, actually," jeonghan paused, "anything but that."

"you're just scared that someone will give you a dare that you don't wanna do." jihoon pressed at jeonghan, wanting him to give in.

he scoffed in return, "scared? no way, i just don't wanna play that dumb game."

"then suggest a better one, yoon." minghao butted in, stopping the two from fighting.

“hmm, how about spin the bottle?"

"how's that any better than truth or dare?"

"you really want to have the chance of kissing one of the guys?" you laughed at the ridiculous game that angsty teens like to play just to get with their crush at a party.

"no of course not." jeonghan turned around towards you, "i wanna get the chance of kissing you of course." he threw a wink towards your way and you feigned a puking noise.

little did you know, wonwoo was giving jeonghan a serious death stare, getting jealous.

"fine. i guess we'll play spin the bottle." jihoon agreed and got out an empty beer bottle that one of them finished earlier before.

"how about we make this more interesting?” wonwoo started.

"we're listening." jeonghan replied, leaning in.

"you have to last a minute kissing, and you can't touch the other no matter what." wonwoo told his challenge to everyone.

"oh my god."

"i don't wanna kiss one of you dicks for a minute!"

"take it or leave it. if you lose, remove a piece of clothing."

"WONWOO WHAT THE HELL?"

"alright." jeonghan piped up, "i wanna get the chance of seeing y/n naked."

"shut up." you couldn't hide the blush that began forming on your cheeks.

and wonwoo didn't like that.

jihoon leaned into the circle everyone made with their bodies and spun the bottle.

everyone's heart began to beat a bit faster as the neck of the bottle passed them until it began slowing down.

landing on wonwoo.

"fuck that. what if we don't want to kiss them??"

"then you remove two pieces of clothing." you suddenly said before thinking.

"fine with me." jihoon took both his socks off.

“oh please, kissing me isn't that bad." wonwoo only said in reply.

"to me, it is. go jeong"

jeonghan was on the right of jihoon. following the younger's actions, he leaned in and spun the bottle.

you were suddenly the most nervous out of the group. but also a bit excited. the thought of being able to kiss jeonghan wasn't something you were totally against.

"minghao!" jihoon exclaimed.

"nope." jeonghan shook his head furiously and removed his socks, mimicking jihoon's previous choice.

"this isn't going to be any fun if you all just skip your turn." you complained.

minghao was next, he stretched and spun the bottle.

"jihoon."

"will one of you fucking kiss already? this is so boring." you didn't want all of the boys to wait until they landed on you, since you were the only girl. jihoon rolled his eyes while minghao scooted over to him. "how long do we have to last?" the youngest in the group questioned.

"one minute." you said, getting your phone out to time. "ready, set..go."

after clicking the timer, the two boys leaned in, connecting their lips. no one dared to even breathe. both of them had their eyes closed, lips not moving. only a few seconds passed and jihoon pulled back slightly and went back in. they started to disconnect and reconnect their lips. minghao had moved closer to the older, the kiss getting hotter by each second. literally.

"time.." you said in a trance once the timer went off, your eyes focused on the two. they pulled away slowly, faces flushed.

jeonghan, wonwoo and you looked at the two, wondering what the fuck just happened. minghao coughed, "s-so, uh, y/n, your turn!" he quickly shuffled over to his spot next to you.

your heart began to beat a bit faster as you took your turn. watching the bottle spin around the circle of you five.

"jeonghan!"

you made eye contact with jeonghan, seeing him smirk lightly. he patted his lap, "come to daddy." your eyes widened at jeonghan's nickname for himself.

“gross. please don't say that." you mocked, but deep down that had turned you on slightly.

wonwoo stared at jeonghan, wanting to murder him. you made your way over to jeonghan hesitantly.

"ready?" jihoon used your phone for the next timer, "go."

slowly but surely, jeonghan turned his head to the right slightly and leaned in, your lips connecting.

the whole moment—the whole situation—felt unreal. his lips were soft and you could slightly taste the alcohol he had from earlier that night, slightly mixed with faint cherries. your heart began to race faster as jeonghan bit your lower lip, forgetting there was three other people watching you. jeonghan didn't care though, he was glad to finally be able to kiss you and feel you against him. he wanted more of you. he trailed his tongue on your lower lip, asking for entrance, which you allowed. he didn't waste anytime before delving his tongue into your mouth, catching yours.

you didn't know what you were doing. you were sitting in a circle, with three other guys watching you and jeonghan make out. one of them being the guy you supposedly have feelings for. so why were you kissing jeonghan? you had absolutely no idea. maybe it was the situation or the situation mixed with the alcohol still in your system. but with the movie getting your hormones and needs up, all you wanted was to kiss someone. even if it was jeonghan and sadly not wonwoo. jeonghan's hands gripped his own thighs, holding back the urge of wanting to pull you closer and run his fingers through your hair. your tongues danced in unison, making quiet sloppy noises in the dead silent room. you felt yourself getting even wetter—which, at that moment, you thought was impossible. boy, was that man good with his tongue. he kept brushing his muscle against your own, like he was in his own world with you and three other guys weren't staring the two of you down.

"time.." jihoon said, but you couldn't hear. your hearing was filled with a fuzzy buzz from the amount of euphoria running through your veins, just from jeonghan.

he couldn't take it anymore. he removed his hands from his thighs and pulled you closer to him. you decided to break the rule yourself and make a mess of his hair between your fingers. you pulled on his hair slightly making him moan into your mouth.

"time!" jihoon repeated, obvious you two didn't quite hear him the first time.

wonwoo was beyond furious. he couldn't believe that the mouth he has been wanting to feel on his own for so long was mouth fucking with another guy. and it wasn't him. he clenched his jaw, seeing jeonghan's hands move all around your back. his hand traveled lower and lower-

"HE SAID 'TIME!' GODDAMN IT."

the room fell silent. you and jeonghan stopped what you were doing and pulled away from the other, a trail of saliva connecting your lower lips. your cheeks turned a bright pink, a wave of heat engulfing your entire body. jeonghan smirked as he watched you get up and head back to your spot next to minghao. he licked his lips while seeing you so bothered by the kiss between you two. wonwoo sat back down, too angry to even look in your way. but the thought poked at the back of his mind, why should he be mad at you?

"i-i think we should uhm, s-stop here.." minghao said in a quiet voice, afraid of wonwoo and his outburst.

"agreed.." jihoon chimed in lightly.

suddenly, there were loud footsteps and a shirtless seungcheol entering the living room. "the fuck's going on??" he must've heard wonwoo's yelling.

"n-nothing.." minghao stuttered.

the oldest saw the bottle in the middle of the room. "are you 14 year olds seriously playing spin the fucking bottle?"

jeonghan nodded, smiling innocently.

"and you little shits didn't even bother to invite me?"

"we didn't want to interrupt your," jihoon paused for dramatic effect and raised his fingers, "nap." using air quotes.

"shut up, jihoon." he ran his fingers through his damp hair. "anyways, why the hell did wonwoo yell?"

minghao laughed slightly, making everyone look back at him.

"what's so funny, hao?" wonwoo asked, not laughing nor smiling.

"n-nothing. nothing's funny, wonwoo."

you mentally face palmed yourself. you totally forgot you basically confessed your feelings about wonwoo to minghao.

there was an awkward silence that quickly filled the room.

"s-so, should we watch another movie?" minghao suggested, trying to change the subject and fill the quiet room.

"you guys can, i'm actually gonna head to bed." jihoon said, getting up.

"and you plan on going home to sleep?" seungcheol stood in front of jihoon, blocking him from going up the stairs.

"cheol, you literally have like four guest bedrooms." the smaller one complained and rolled his eyes. "now, move.”

seungcheol ended up moving and eventually, everyone went to bed. or at least to seungcheol's guest bedrooms.

you couldn't help but think back to the steamy kiss you had with jeonghan. you didn't know that such a pretty boy could be so rough and needy. especially with someone like you. you couldn't sleep. you couldn't get jeonghan, nor wonwoo off your mind. you felt like you had cheated on wonwoo with jeonghan. even though you two weren't even together. hell, you still didn't even know if he felt the same way about you. with an exhausted and tired sigh, you twisted and turned in the bed that seungcheol had offered you. you didn't feel like going back home. the room was pitch black, whole house silent. probably because everyone was asleep considering it was almost 2 am already. you turned on your back and stared up into the darkness.

little did you know though, wonwoo was awake as well, not being able to get you off of his mind.

he was so unbelievably angry at what you and jeonghan had done right in front of him. he felt betrayed, not only by the girl who he wants to give his everything to, but by his own best friend as well. jeonghan knew—or at least had a feeling—that wonwoo liked you and for some reason, making him jealous by having his tongue in your mouth right in front of him, gave him a sort of power over him. he didn't know why or what it was about you that made him get a feeling that wonwoo gets as well. but wonwoo wasn't going to let jeonghan try to take you away from him.

hell no.

over his dead body.

a/n: THIS IS VERY SHORT IM SORRY BUT THERES SMUT IN THE NEXT PART GET READY YALL

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