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hwangsies · 3 years

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GALVANISING GREEN

(definition: galvanising (adj): to be affected by something as if by electricity)

pairing: slytherin!hyunjin x slytherin!reader

summary: hyunjin convinces you to break into professor longbottoms greenhouse with him at night, however he didn’t expect you to snoop around and get intoxicated by a plant that doubles as a strong aphrodisiac.

warnings: light angst, bad attempt at lining this up with the generation of harry and co’s children lol, somewhat involuntairy intoxication?, hyunjin is cocky, long flashback again(shocker!) smut as in: implied oral (f receiving), fingering

6.2 k words,

enjoy <3

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(read part 2 here)

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"Psst" you furrow your brows as you concentrate harder on the essay you’re writing for your herbology class.

"Pssst" you hear from your right again as you shake your head.

"Pssssst"

"what??" You snap your head to the right to meet victoires green-turqoise eyes before she flicks a piece of paper at you.

'Open' she mouths to you before giggling inaudibly.

You roll your eyes at what your gryffindor best friend might've just wasted 1 good minute of your time on.

Normally you arent this persistent on getting things done instantly, but you know herbology isn’t something you’re talented at.

If there was a word to describe the opposite of a green thumb, you would use it to describe your talents in herbology.

Every plant you try to be nice to (ranging from harmless to deadly), has either died, attacked you or did nothing good for your grade.

So, already slightly pissed off, you open the neatly folded piece of paper.

Her handwriting is awful, and because she hexed it, the font dances around so it takes you a second to decypher what she had written.

Hwang keeps looking at you like you're his next meal, babe!

Once you read it, a scribbled version of the heart eye emoji appears below the words, slowly opening its mouth to have little drops of animated drool rolling down the paper.

You feel the blood rushing up your neck as you look up, across the long table you were sitting at and to the one next to it, where yours and hyunjins eyes meet.

His lower lip is trapped by his teeth, when he realises you are looking back at him, he releases the rosy flesh and chases it with his tongue before trying , yet failing, to hold back a grin.

You look at victoire next to you.

She grinns widely and whispers, almost completely inaudibly "attagirl"

At which you hastily shake your head and stick your tounge out at her before quickly gathering your things and leaving the big hall with victoires quiet snickering still in earshot.

If she only knew, you think to yourself as you rush down the hallway , pressing your books tighter to your chest.

~flashback to three days ago~

You groaned and let your forhead fall onto your herbology book.

'I hate this' you muttered to yourself in a , what you felt like, never ending loop.

"I feel that" you got startled and whipped your head up as a yelp slipped past your lips.

Hyunjin grinned at you before draping a cloak over the chair and taking a seat across from you at a small table in the slytherin common room; his own books in his hand.

You chuckled embarrasedly as you ran your hand through your hair, trying to make you look somewhat presentable for the handsome boy.

"Dont worry, i dont judge you" he smiled and plopped his books on the table as well "stuck on herbology too, huh?" He peeked over.

"Yea, professor longbottom is going to behead me" you joked "i dont get it, how am i supposed to write an essay about my experiences with magical plants when all i ever get them to do is...die, or nothing at all" you shook your head in defeat.

He giggled cutely as he gathered his chin-length blonde hair in a low pony.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, the way the yellowish lights of the doungeons illuminated his features was too perfect.

The feline eyes ,the blunt nose and his thick lips. In combination with his sharp jawline and dark eyebrows, it was easy to be intimmidated by his looks.

You kind of had a thing for him for a while now, but then again so had almost every girl in your year. Him and his best friend james were by far the most good looking guys in your year.

The difference between hyunjin and his best fried however was that his friend knew he looked good and liked it to be known and acknowledged.

Hyunjin was open-minded and sweet, aslo a little shy from time to time, but he also had his cocky moments, especially with girls.

So they weren’t that different, both being players and heartbreakers to a certain extent.

They were popular due to their success in each of their quidditch teams, hyunjin being the seeker for slytherin and james for gryffindor, following in the footsteps of his famous father.

They started out as rivals but became inseperable over time, successfully breaking the stereotype that gryffindors and slytherins couldnt be friends.

Nowadays the only things they’d get competitive about was quidditch and girls.

Even though hyunjin and you were in the same house and year, you didnt have that much to do with each other.

Due to him being more popular and, well, more talented in everything he did; but also because your friendgroups rarely overlapped.

There was this one time in the 5th year where you two were close to becoming friends.

He had asked you for help with his little cousin who had started dating someone you used to be friends with, around that time you noticed that you liked him for the first time.

In the end, his cousin broke up with said boy and you somehow lost sight of each other again.

And so the crush on him kind of faded into the background, it wasnt something you were always thinking about, but you knew it was there when you spoke to him or when he was too close.

But the stories that you heard from other girls kept you from imagining more with him.

"I dont even know what the last plant was that he showed us in class, i always feel like sleeping" he said laughingly, before opening his book and opening his pot of ink as well.

You chuckled softly in response.

You watched him for a few seconds, reading his book, scratching the back of his head and furrowing his brows while his lips pushed fowards in a pout so cute, you would be insane if you didnt want to kiss it away.

After what felt like an eternity, you looked at the clock to see it was already past 11.

Since it was a friday and you didnt have class the next day, you didn't jump into bed immediately.

"This is bullshit" hyunjin muttered and looked up "what the hell do i know about what this plant looks like, i dont even know how to pronounce the name" he groaned, slightly frustrated.

He pointed to the name written in his book and showed it to you “look”

"Oh, i think i've seen this name on a pot in professor longbottoms greenhouse" you recalled.

"Yea?" You nodded at him.

"Okay" he closed his books and stood up "lets go"

"Huh?" You looked up at him confusedly.

"Lets pay the greenhouse a little visit" he grinned.

"Have you gone mad? No way, do you know in how much trouble we could get into?" You asked rethorically.

"Chill, james lent me this" he held up a dark brown cloak.

"What is that?" You asked, just as unbelieving as before.

"His dads invisibility cloak" he answered quickly "come on, we'll stay there 10 minutes tops, i just want to see what that plant looks like"

"Okay, well have fun doing that, alone" you retorted.

"Noo, y/n i need you to show me to the plant, you know where it is" he pouted.

"Please" he was definetly using his charms, which is why you felt so stupid when you sighed an ‘okay’ after he begged a few more times.

You closed your books and got up as well, hyunjin quickly draping the cloak over the both of you.

"You go in the front, you're smaller" he commented.

"Allright" you muttered and moved in front of him.

"We have to be quiet when we go outside, or the fat lady is gonna snitch on us" you felt his breath over your ear.

"okay" you said shortly, getting nervous over the fact that he was this close behind you.

Once out of the commonroom you walked up the stairs managing to do so without tripping over each other and blowing your cover.

Once you arrived on the ground floor, you headed for the back door, which brought you to the garden and the greenhouses.

The moment you reached out your hand for the door handle, it got pushed open slowly.

Hyunjin pulled you back instantly and pressed himself with his back against the stone wall as he gripped your waist with one hand and held the other over your mouth because somehow he sensed how close you were to yelp out.

What he didn't know was how he made the situation worse for you because your back was pressed against his firmly built chest and your lower back against a certain bulge.

"shh" he breathed against your ear, so quietly you almost didn't hear it.

Mr filch groaned as he stumbled inside and fumbled at the doors lock, the door itself still wide open.

You felt hyunjin push against your waist slightly from behind to get you moving, so you complied.

Quickly rushing outside, you got startled at the loud bang of the heavy door falling close behind you two.

He removed his surprisingly soft hands away from your face, his body however didn't move an inch.

You slightly turned around to him in disbelief.

"now what?" you started freaking out, because how were you going to get back inside?

"what?" he asked back.

"how in the hell are we going to get inside again smartass? He locked the door" you gestured with your hand.

"alohomora?" he answered cockily, at which you flicked his forehead.

"you've been here for 7 years and don't know that that doesn't work on the main doors?" you asked infuriated.

"okay, chill. I know some other ways" he said calmly, still rubbing his forehead.

"what do you mean chill?? What other way-" he cut you off.

"just trust me alright?" you couldn't see him well but his eyes still sparkled in the dark.

So you just sighed.

"come on" he carefully pushed you forwards by your waist; you were pretty sure he would remove them after a few seconds but they stayed there until you entered the greenhouse.

He quickly discarded the cloak and threw it onto the big wooden table in the middle of the spacious house, next to a big book on 'advanced herbology'.

"lumos" you said, making the tip of your wand light up; hyunjin mimicing the same thing.

"now, where did you see this plant?" he asked you.

"uh, I think it was over there in the corner" you pointed to the other side of the house.

"okay" he mumbled and made his way over there.

You looked around yourself and looked at some of the plants, when you heard a thump of some sort.

You whipped your head around to look for hyunjin, you spotted him rubbing his forehead.

"nothing happened" he raised his hands playfully.

You sighed in relief "hurry up, and try not to kill yourself"

"why?" you could hear his grin "cause you'd miss me?" he snickered.

"no, because I’d wanna do that myself if we get caught" you retorted, at which he chuckled.

"ah, got it" he said, holding his wand closer to the plant in the far right corner of the house to get a good look at it.

Turning around, a shimmering dark green flower caught your eye, it shined as if it was reflecting the light from your wand.

You took a few steps towards the window sill, the mysterious flower was standing on, in an equally green pot, on which in a deeper green the words 'galvanising green' were engraved on.

It was sparkling, yet there was a glass dome over the flower; which was weird because no other plant had anything of that sort placed over them.

You thought it was so pretty: the way it sparkled, some sparkles leaning more into a teal color, others more in a deep grass green.The stigma, which was protruding out of the petals was pulsating in a dark ocean green, it was as if it hypnotized you. inviting you to free it and take a closer look.

Slowly you lifted up the dome.

"okay lets go" you heard hyunjin speak somewhere in the distance, but it was uninteresting because the flower was drawing you in and nothing else mattered.

"y/n what are you doing" he seemingly came closer, making his way through all the pots and plants standing around.

After placing the small dome on the window sill, next to said flower; you got closer to it with your face.

"y/n!" hyunjin sounded stern "you don't know what that is, stop it"

Still, you took a whiff of the sprakling plant and it felt like a punch against your chest as it flooded through your lungs, throwing you back instantly.

You gasped for breath as you stumbled backwards, right into hyunjins embrace as he leaped fowards to catch you from falling.

"shit" he slowly sat you down on the ground and got in front of you "fuck y/n" he patted your cheek lightly when you coughed.

He looked up at the plant and quickly got up, placing the small glass dome over it again, holding his cloak covered hand over his nose and mouth.

"galvanising green?" he muttered, reading the inscription on the pot before looking back at you sitting on the ground and holding your chest.

Crouching down to you, he held a hand onto your forehead "are you okay?"

You cleared your throat a few times "uh-mh- yea I think so"

He nodded, carefully holding up his wand to look at your face a little better; your cheeks were a little rosy but other than that you looked normal.

"normally we should go to professor longbottom if something like this happens, but he would kill us right now" he chuckled worrily before his gaze fell onto the big book on the table in the middle of the house.

"I'll just check out the plant to be sure okay?" he said, you nodded, smiling embarrassedly.

He got up and quickly got his hands on the thick 'advanced herbology' book, opening the heavy sides and turning the pages.

"I don't even know why I did that" you spoke softly.

"its okay" he said genuinely.

"no, I'm serious, it was as if it controlled me or something" you kept going.

"hmm" he hummed, clearly to busy looking for said plant in the huge book and not listening.

"phhuuuh" you breathed out after a minute of silence and started fanning yourself.

"is it getting hot in here?" you inquired.

"green...green" you heard hyunjin mutter "there it is!" he said.

Tracing his finger under the lines he was reading, his eyes widened.

"fuck" he mumbled to himself and looked over to you, you were plucking at your shirt to get more air onto your body.

"hyunjin" you gasped "im so hot" your breathing getting shallower.

"okay, uhm okay fuck" he repeated himself and reread the little part of the page again and again.

The Galvanising Green plant is a type of flower, first analyzed in 1987, this plant is very rare in Europe.

Its effect on humans is easy to depict. For women it is a strong aphrodisiac where as for men just a small amount of the pollen can lead to severe headaches and diarrhea.

Part of him was glad that he didn't have to go through headaches and diarrhea, but a different part of him would've preferred it; because now he had to handle an extremely horny version of you?

As if the normal you wasn't enough to make him feel some type of way.

He read a little further than that before coming to your help again.

"jinnie" you mewled as you started to take off your slytherin coat.

"stop" he held it up your shoulder "listen" he placed one hand on your cheek as he brought his wand up to your face.

Your pupils were blown and your cheeks were now completely flushed.That, and your continuous ragged heavy breathing told him that you definitely inhaled more than enough pollen to trigger this response from your body.

"what?" you breathed.

"it's a really strong aphrodisiac, that's why you're feeling like this" he tired to stay calm.

"huh?" your eyes widened "oh shit" you let your head fall back.

"how do I make it go away?" you asked breathlessly, grabbing onto his bicep.

"the book says you have to work it out of your system otherwise your body will go into a shock state because of all the pollen and hormones it produces" he tried explaining to you.

"huh?" you sounded again.

"come here, get up. We'll go inside first" you complied.

"what do you mean 'work it out of my system'??" you asked him as you left the greenhouse on shaky legs, hyunjin wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling.

"well" he blushed as he looked down at the invisibility cloak, he had grabbed in the last second, draped over his arm "are you seeing someone at the moment?"

"uh-n-no?" one of your feet gave out for a millisecond but hyunjin caught you before halting you in your steps.

"was that a question or an answer?" he locked eyes with you as he draped the cloak over the both of you.

"a-mh- answer" you stuttered.

"okay uhm" he kept his eyes trained on the secret path back into the castle, james had told him about.

"I'll bring you to your chambers and you'll have to do it alone then" he mumbled.

"alone? What? Do what?" you breathed heavily, suddenly you felt a rush of warmth in your nether regions at which you whimpered.

"you have to..." he cleared his throat "well... work it out of your system" his eyes widened and his head snapped towards you when you moaned.

"y/n? you okay?" you had buried your face in his shoulder.

"shit" he mumbled "here we go" he pointed to a wooden door "just a minute and we'll be inside okay?"

"hmm" you whined.

You walked through said door into a tunnel you'd never seen before; normally you would've scolded him as to why he knew these kind of things but you had other problems right now.

Not a minute later hyunjin tapped onto the wall, which indicated the end of the tunnel, with his wand in a weird pattern.

But somehow it worked and another door appeared, leading the two of you into a small broom closet.

"you have to be quiet now" he whispered, you nodded your head as good as you could and bit your lower lip.

Leaving the broom closet, you stepped into the hallway of the seventh floor of Hogwarts.

"hyunjin, you cant just leave me alone" you whispered desperately when the same tingling warmth returned.

The pollen of the plant overtaking your brain so much that you didnt even care as to how that weird door brought you into a broomcloset that connected to hogwarts again.

"shh" he shushed you before speaking as well "y/n I don't know how else to help you"

That was a lie, of course he knew what he could do.

But that would be unethical; he didn't want to take advantage of you like that.

"you have to help me" you clawed at his coat "please" you whimpered and it went straight into his pants, which he felt guilty about.

Suddenly a door appeared a few meters in front of you, just a second after he'd spotted it, he heard footsteps from behind.

"shit shit, fucking shit" he ushered you to walk faster before quickly opening the door and rushing inside.

When he looked at the door from the inside, it disappeared; leaving only the brick wall.You had already ripped the invisibility cloak off the both of you.

Looking around this mysterious room, he spotted a luxurious king sized bed with nightstands on each side and dimmed lights; that's when he knew where you two were.

"no fucking way" he mumbled, having never before seen the room of requirement.

"hyunjin" his thoughts got interrupted by you dragging him at his coat and stopping right with your back to the bed.

"please help me" you looked up at him with big teary eyes, he could hear your heartbeat, that's how affected you were by the plant.

You discarded your coat, before pushing his down his shoulders as well.

"y/n no" he said, but his coat already laid on the ground.

He caught your wrists when you reached for his belt "y/n you cant think straight, you don't really want this"

"yes I do" you stomped your foot on the ground "I really do" you said quieter as you came closer.

"please jinnie" you freed your wrists from his grip and peeled off your plain black tshirt you always wore under the coat “this is your fault to begin with!”

His eyes stuck to your lacy black bra as you undid the button of your jeans and pushed them down your legs.

He felt his cock stir in his pants when your matching cotton panties were revealed and you stepped out of your jeans, kicking them to the side.

You took advantage of his slow reflexes and looped your arms around his neck "please" you whispered before attaching your lips to the skin under his jaw.

He swallowed hard "fuck y/n" his hands grabbed your waist, making you push yourself against him more flush.

"okay okay" he sighed in defeat, you looked up at him "I'll help you, but we're not going to have sex!"

"hyunj-" you started again.

"y/n I'm serious I don't want to take advantage of you" you swallowed and nodded, eyes big.

"okay" he ducked down a little and plucked you up from the ground by the backs of your thighs.

You squealed in excitement.

"Kiss me" you pleaded after he laid you on your back and slotted himself in between your legs.

His lips were slightly parted as he looked down at you, eyes scanning over your features.

"Okay" he whispered before pressing his lips to your.You instantly moaned into his mouth when his togue pressed against yours.

The next thing you did would've never happened if that plant hadn’t make you hornier than 10000 bunnies.

You took one of his hands and brought it down to cup over your core, mumbling a whiny 'please'.

Hyunjin hissed through his teeth when he felt how soaked your panties were.

He palmed your throbbing cunt roughly, shooting a spark of pleasure up your spine aa he encouraged you to rutt your hips against his hand.

"Oh my- hyunjin" you yelped out after he had discarded your panties and slipped a finger into you.

“okay?” he asked when feeling how tight you were, at which you nodded agressively.It was almost embarrassing how excessively aroused you were ; hyunjin however didnt have alot on his mind in that moment.

All he could focus on was how pretty your flushed cheeks were and how lost you were in the pleasure he was providing you.

His thumb found your aching clit and drew circles over it while pumping his middle finger into you.

"thats it baby, you like that?" He asked a little hesistantly, not sure how you felt about dirty talk, but seeing your chest arch up and hearing your whimpers only spurred him on.

"Hmmmh" you whined "fuck-oh" he looked down at you in awe when your pretty lips shaped into an o form.

"Fuck i'd love to taste you right now, so desperate hm?" He hummed into your ear, it sending straight into your core.

Your back arched off the bed and you clawed at his soft black shirt when his lips found your neck.

"Yes-yes fuck hyunjin-" you cried out when he started sucking at a particular sensitive spot, coming apart shortly after with yelps of his name, clenching around his finger furiously.

"Better?" He asked after a minute, looking down at you, you chest was heaving and a light sheen of sweat covered your body.

"A little" you said quietly.

"Need more?" He asked like the gentleman he was, gently letting his finger slide out of you.

You nodded poutingly as you ran your nails through his hair at the back of his head.

"What you said about tasting me..." you looked up at him shyly "w-would you?"

His eyes widened, would he?

He wanted to, really badly.

So, he heard himself stutter a "yeah" as you unclasped your bra.

The low moan that slipped past your lips when he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth made his cock stir in his boxers.

"you're so sexy" he mumbled against your stomach before suckling at the skin just over your belly button.

"take off your shirt" you pleaded, to which he grinningly complied

You moaned when you felt a new heatwave wash over you at the shight fo his toned torso; gasping when the blonde haired boy reinserted his finger into you.

"arh yes fuck" you groaned, grasping his hair when he started leaving wet kisses on the junction of your legs.

Feeling your arousal being at a height as if you didn't just get off again, you whimpered, realising he was teasing you as he switched between thighs.

"please don't tease jinnie" you pouted, he grinned at the nickname, he loved it but would never admit it.

"mmh- what do you want me to do?" he grinned up at you, his fingers moving too slow inside of you for your liking.

"use your mouth" you begged "please" he almost felt guilty for how much he liked hearing you beg for him.

"how could I say no to that pretty pout" he teasingly nipped at your thigh making you squeal.

-end of flashback-

Just as you speak the password to the fat lady and the door opens, you hear running behind you and a voice "hey! l/n"

Of course you recognize the voice, so you sigh and turn around "hwang" you say, plastering a fake smile on your face.

"you've been avoiding me" he grins as he catches up and steps into the slytherin dungeons at the same time.

"hmm have i?" you mumble, not looking at him directly.

"yea, even though you so clearly couldn't get enough of me two nights ago" he bites his lip and raises his brows cockily when you stop and look up at him.

"listen, I was drugged by a fucking plant okay?" you argue "and you even promised me to never bring it up again, so what the fuck do you want?" you ask.

"never bring it up with anyone else babe, I thought we could talk about how much fun we had together?" he reaches for your waist, at which you slap his hand.

"would you not?" you whisper "there are people here" he just chuckles at the way you blushed slightly.

"okay, I'll make it easy for you hwang, what do you want?" you stem you free hand on your hip sassily.

He breathes in as his eyes wander over your face before his lips curl into a smile and he reaches for you hand "come with me?"

You huff but don’t fight his hand enclosing yours "where?"

"somewhere we can talk in private" he states calmly.

So you follow him out once more, you should've known where this was going but only really realise it when he pulls you in a broom closet.

Books still pressed against your chest with one arm, you hiss "what the fuck? I thought you wanted to talk"

"chill miss goody shoes" he giggles before his eyes fall onto your books "gimme those" he mumbles, taking them from you and plopping them on the ground behind him.

"hyunjin!" you exclaim, mad that your books were getting dust all over them.

He just snickers before coming closer.

You involuntarily press your back against the wall because he’s closing in on your personal space.

"what do you want?" you ask him for the nth time, a little quieter this time.His hands find your hips as he wedges a strong thigh in between your legs.

"I missed you" he says quietly, the lighting in there is bad but you can see that his eyes are fixed on your lips.

"huh?" your breath was shaky.

He grins before leaning in slowly, giving you the opportunity to stop him, and when you don't, he presses his lips against yours.

You kiss him back without thinking, your hands finding their home in his long hair when he gently rolls his tongue against yours.

The grunt that comes from him shoots straight into your pants, you feel how he presses his body into yours; the thigh between your legs getting pressed into your sensitive core.

Moaning against his lips at the new friction; he pulls at your bottom lip with his teeth before moving down your jaw with his lips.

You let out a shaky breath when he reached that one spot on your neck, directly under your jaw.He smiles against your skin before sucking on the soft spot at which another moan leaves your lips.Growing desperate, you start rocking your core against his thigh more obviously.

Hyunjin releases the soft skin from in between his lips, grabbing your jaw with one hand as he looks down at you ministrations.

"need something, pretty girl?" he grins, the nickname has you keening; the friction provided by his thigh being nice but nowhere near enough to get you off.

"please" you just mumble before he kisses your lips again.

Together, you undo the buttons of your cloak before he unzips your jeans and slips his hand into your panties.

"w-wait, hold up girl, you're telling me you haven't had sex yet?" victoires gaze bores holes into the side of your face as she sits down across from you on your bed.

There was no way you couldn't have told her about this whole situation you had gotten yourself in.

"no!" you snap your head towards your best friend "we just did a lot of other stuff" you cross your legs to sit more comfortably.

"but I don't plan on sleeping with him anyway" you shrug your shoulders.

"why?" your best friend grins "I thought you were sick of being a nerd and a virgin"

"bitch" you tsked and smacked her calve that was closest to you "you're a nerd as well"

"yea" she snickers "but im not a virgin because I don't feel the need to only do it with someone I'm in love with"

"hmpf" you let yourself fall back onto your back "whats so bad about that though?" you ask more quietly.

"nothing" she lays down next to you "I'm just kidding...but does he know?" you shake your head.

"no, I feel like he'd just call me a prude or miss goody shoes if I told him" you mumble.

"well then he's definitely not the right one to do it with" victoire comments, you just nod.

The next morning you’re sitting in the big hall, chatting with victoire as usual, as breakfast was being served.

Suddenly you felt a woosh of air on your right as someone sat down in a hurry.

"hey l/n" you glace to your right to see hyunjin "hey weasley" he nods at victoire opposite from you and him.

When you look over at you best friend you see that james had sat himself next to her, grinning just as big as the blonde boy next to you.

"uh hi?" victoire speaks for the both of you.

"listen up, we graduate in a few weeks and graduation ball is soon as well..." hyunjin starts, still grinning from ear to ear.

You frown, victoire mimicing your expression, both of your gazed flickering between the two boys.

"..so??" she gestures with her toast in hand.

"so...how bout it?" james continues "let’s go to the ball together" he turns to victore before gesturing to you and hyunjin "and those two"

You giggle when seeing victoires face scrunch up in disgust before she flicks james forehead.

"eww potter, I'm not going to the ball with you, that'd almost be like incest. Plus I'm trying to get laid afterwards" you laugh at james shocked expression to your best friends words.

"what do you mean incest babe? Just because we've known each other for so long doesn't mean..." he keeps on rambling to your best friend as she stands up and turns to you.

"excuse me" she exhales annoedly, you chuckle and nod before she walks away, james at her heels, still talking.

"so what about us?" you flinch a little, almost having forgot about hyunjin next to you.

"uhh, I don't know" you say, looking down at your plate.

"why not?" he nides your arm with his elbow "we like each other" he scooches closer "we have fun together" lifting his hand and softly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he speaks.

You move away from him "yea about that, I think we should stop" you quickly say before getting up to make your way out of the hall as well.

"hey" he catches up with you quickly "why? did I do something wrong?" you roll your eyes as you keep walking.

"I didn't tell anyone about us! I swear! A- and I think y-you know, you're hot, I'm hot; I think we'd look really good toge-"

"can’t you accept a no?" you suddenly stop in your tracks, frowning annoyedly as you tell him off.

"woah- hey I just wanna know why you hate me all over sudden" he looks hurt.

"I don't hate you hyunjin" you sighed "but I also don't like you; you play with girls like they're dolls and when you had your fun you throw them away and I don't want to be thrown away, no matter by who" you breathe in.

"okay okay" he holds up his hands in defense "first of all, everything I had with 'all of these girls' you are talking about" he quotes you, gesturing air quotation marks "was two- sided! They knew what they were getting into, I never lead a single one of them on"

"mhm I'm sure that's why they like you so much now" you speak sarcastically while crossing your arms infront of your chest.

"you're making it seem like I slept with the whole school y/n!... I didn't! just to be clear..." you roll your eyes again.

"Its not my fault when-"

"when what?" you feel yourself get angry "when they fall in love with you?? because you're sooo irresistible??"

"is it so hard for you to believe that I'm not that interested in you? Is your ego that big?" you caught yourself before you got too loud, staring into each others eyes for a few seconds.

When he doesn't react to your statement you turn on your heels, ready to walk away again.

"I kinda hoped you were actually" you stop, turning around to him again when he continues "because I actually like you"

"so that's what you call not leading someone on, yea?" you ask rhetorically.

"I'm not leading you on y/n I'm serious" he walks up to you again.

"you're only interested in me because you haven't actually fucked me yet, hyunjin" you deadpan and walk away for good this time.

"girl" victoire exclaims as she walks into your chambers, you look up from the homework you’re doing on your bed a few days later.

“how do you always get in here?” you ask, reffering to the fat lady being very strict with non-house members in the chambers.

“the fat lady loves me!” she shrugs her shoulders, plopping down on your bed.

"alright, what is it?" you look back down to finish writing your sentence.

"I just saw hwang in the hallway, he looked beat" she huffs "and with beat I mean way way worse than the last few days" she eyes you scribbling something onto your paper.

"hm" you respond.

"what did you do to him?" she asks.

"what do you mean? I protected myself from being just another girl on his list" you continue writing.

"are you sure?" victoire persists "I mean whenever you sat next to each other in class, even after the plant incident...he seemed genuinely happy with you next to him"

"well, sucks for him I guess" you mumble, not looking up, instead turning some pages in your book.

You did feel sorry in hindsight, you shouldn't have talked to him like that. He had always shown you respect and you didn't reciprocate it.

It is just really hard to believe that he'd actually be interested in you, since he was well...kinda perfect at everything and you were just very mediocre at everything.

He is so good looking, and even though he calls you hot and pretty you yourself don't really believe it.

Like,... what do you have that he can’t find in a prettier girl?- "y/n?" victoire speaks up.

"huh??" your head snaps up at her.

"I said... are you sure that you didn't just push him away because you're scared of the fact that you may like him back?"

(a/n: i was inspired by this jungkook fic i read on here like a year ago but i couldn’t find it for the life of me, all i remember is that it was called ‘golden hour’ so if anyone knows what im talking about please tell me so that i can give proper credit! thank u!...also i know the fat lady originally guards the gryffindor common room but i couldnt think of anything else loolll...)

#ik halloween is over but fall is the most hogwarts season there is for me loll anyways..#i left it open for a part 2 if yall are interested #wont be mad if not tho kk #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz #skz smut #skz hogwarts!au #stray kids hogwarts!au #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #slytherin!hyunjin #slytherinhyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin hard hours #skz hard hours #galvanising green

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stellaestra · 3 years

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how would stray kids interact with mc in high school if they ever met? // high school au headcanons [stray kids/reader]

pairing: skz hyung line + mc [reader]

description: who would mc interact with in high school if they ever met? what kind of interactions would they have? // bulletpoints headcanons + small snippets

genre: platonic, high school au, friendship, humour, hurt/comfort

author’s note: this could be a stand alone or not, the mc is the same bodyguard/intern au!mc...it's just a "what ifs" kinda thing, fellas

p.s. some of the scenarios are based off real life events that happened to me in high school but i overly exaggerated some of them for the shit and giggles,, tell me which event actually happened to me in the askbox lmao I'm curious

pls I'm funny i swear

cw: minor swearing, just teenagers being teenagers, idiots, mention of blood (?) uhh mentions of violence (??)

unedited

// no beta read, we’ll die like men

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bang chan

mc is a '00 liner,

she doesn't interact with her seniors pt.1

to interact with them; it would have to be a school event or a collab project between the seniors and the juniors

possibly would be approached first by chan during sports day or a school festival for something

he thought that she's a pretty decent track runner when he saw sprint during the sports day track event

after that incident, chan would greet her in the hallways or wherever if he ever comes across her

mc would always awkwardly greet him back

“hey! you’re that really fast track runner, you did great that day!” chan complimented her in the hallways. out loud.

mc prays to whoever above there that chan would stop talking so loud as she could feel her face burn when she felt eyes on her.

cue to her awkwardly smiling at him and nodding, “yep, that’s me, yes, alright, senior chan.”

chan finds her adorable ever since that first few encounters

he also found out that she hangs out with felix just as much as he does

(love rivals (for felix) arc when)

he doesn’t know who to be envious of

that mc gets to spend so much time with lix or

felix being able to spend so much time with her

the never-ending saga

(love rivals (for felix) arc turned into possible rivals to friends arc)

(okay, im joking)

their respective friends group made a running joke

about how chan and mc are love rivals for felix

(it eventually became theirs as well)

(it's funny)

once he made her go off-tangent about felix

she was really passionate about his freckles and smile

for a moment

he really did think that she has a crush on him

no surprises there tho

felix IS absolutely cute

(friends arc?? omg, all for felix, HA)

he really really finds her adorable

he could go on for days

esp her little habit of covering her mouth when she speaks

sweater paws bc he almost always sees her with a jacket on even if it was a hot day

it's like a second skin on her

he once asked her if she ever removes her jacket

“only when im on school ground or during school events like assembly, i’ll take it off, senior chan.”

“eh? don’t you feel warm underneath that during a hot day?”

“...i do remove it sometimes, i guess...but i like wearing it bc it’s comforting.”

one time chan saw her without her jacket and wears short-sleeves uniform, he really wanted to shower her in his affections n also it’s such a rare sight that he almost couldnt recognized her

“haha hey, you didn’t wore your jacket today!”

“they’re in the laundry and...today’s a hot day...unfortunately, haah.”

he once tried to ruffle her hair but found her dodging his hand so fast at breakneck speed

that he was kinda concerned

she told him that her hair hasn't been washed yet so it's dirty

but the thing is: she told him every time he tried to ruffle her hair

“you’re not letting me pat your head on purpose.”

“senior chan, i wouldn’t do such a thing.” he noticed the little teasing smile before it disappeared.

he wondered briefly if she has always been this playful and cheeky with others her age

chan is aware that she speaks formally towards him out of habit though so he lets it slide and let her take her time growing comfortable with him.

he knew she was lying but let's her be anyway

bc she's his cute little junior

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lee minho

another case of mc's "no seniors juniors interaction"

minho’s very attractive so mc will definitely avoid him at all cost

plus, he looks intimidating to her so bye bye

to not step on any of her classmates' landmines that has the hots for him

drama isn't her thing, she already witness a handful and even got thrown into the fire as fuel before

no thank you she liked having her life in high school as peaceful as possible

mc would make her conversations with him very short n blunt

she's not gonna catch anyone's hands today, my dudes

really, she doesn’t

minho thinks of her like a small kitten that needs to be taken care of

bc of how she always scutters away from chan whenever he’s with him

if they ever interact

it would be when the juniors have the collab with their seniors

like a science fair, where the students have to come up with things to showcase

his class coincidentally collabs with her class for that particular event

he told chan about it and he have never seen chan pout and deflate like that

the only person he does that to is felix...if not, it’s jeongin.

chan sure adores this little junior other than felix huh…

then again, felix and mc does hangout a lot and so does jisung and her

so he took this chance as to know more abt her

coughs because jisung seems to be talking a lot about her coughs

(minho + mc love rivals (for jisung) arc pt. 2 when)

(mc really about to fight 2 seniors because she's stealing their respective juniors huh)

(the never-ending saga of love rivals)

he approached her inside that shared classroom for the collab event

she looked constipated when he approached her group of friends

even more so when he directly asked for name and whatnot

it kinda made him want to tease her even more now

he found out her name and what they were planning to do

heard her cursing under her breath

he decided to join their group on the whim

found out that mc is just a little shy whenever he approached her

her friends are somewhat protective of her

he got glared at by one of them once when he wanted to greet mc in the hallways

and mc kind of hid half of herself behind them

so whenever she’s on her own, he would try to approach her as slowly as possible

like. dealing with a cat and you’re a stranger trying to gain their trust

what he never will forget nor stop teasing her was about

her spinning on her heels to walk into the direction she was previously coming from

just to avoid him

he couldn't help but find it hilarious

he won her over when he brings the topic of cats wandering around their school campus

saw how her eyes lit up brightly

“the stray cats here are fun to play with, right?”

“yeah, me and friends decided to name a few of them too!”

he mentioned it to her because he saw her playing with the cats when she was waiting for someone or when she has time to play with them during recess

and the ramblings of a high schooler about cats commences

he wasn’t bothered about how much she talked

would nod along with what she says

because wow, shes really passionate about cats

that's a huge bonus for minho

and that was how minho adopted another kitten

whenever they weren’t busy with their own things, they would play with the cats together

playdate with cats <3

she would tell him that one particular grey cat was called

“this cat’s name is miss universe! they’re so cute, right?” she picked the cat up and cuddle with it, eyes sparkling with joy

“why did you guys name them that?”

“because why not?”

“fair enough point.”

and she laughs

he was glad that she stopped being so cautious around him if he was being honest

since the way chan was talking about her so affectionately made him really curious about her

casually mentions that jisung talks about her a lot

expected her to be bashful about it

but all she does was

“oh, cool, what did he say? I’m a weeb? Hah, he’s the same as I am” + "he should've said to it my face, senior minho, hmph"

so making her flustered backfired on him

poor minho

here’s your “you tried” star

mwah

so yeah, minho adopted a new cat (his little junior)

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seo changbin

same case as the two above, unfortunately

if they do ever interact, it's short and pleasantries

mc does kinda find him intimidating to certain extent

she's not good with dealing with intimidating looking people

but when he smiles, her shoulders feel less tense when she interacts with him

thinks of him as a pretty cool senior

he made her listen to his rap once n she told him that he's so cool n that stuck with him for days

imagine a junior telling you that you're so cool with that starry-eyed expression

your ego would go off the rooftop

after that, changbin would make it out of his way to greet her in the hallways

RAP MUSIC BUDDIES???? POTENTIAL

pat her on the head occasionally

if she doesn't dodge like hell away from his hands

“why do you keep avoiding them”

“no, don’t pat me, you’re treating me like a cat”

“I’m not?” lies, ever since minho told him that she reminds him of a cat, he really thought about it more

“you have that same look minho gives me when he tries to pat me…hyung…”

“we’re really going to make you call us oppa one day, watch us”

“um, yeah, no.”

“let your cute senior pat your head!!”

“im gonna run away!”

he knows that the younger ones in their friend group do interact with her

esp felix and jisung

for innie’s circumstances, that’s different

she does comes to him every once in awhile to abuse her title of his cute little junior to get a chance to listen to a teaser of his raps or songs he composes

found out that she does like rap songs! a lot more than he thought

they became those friends who shares new songs they found out and share it with each other

even at ungodly hours like 2am in the morning

that would not stop them

“this song reminds me of you”

“hey hey hey listen to this, psst”

“This shit SLAPS, go listen or else im gonna fight you in the school hallway, coward”

he became smug about it and boast about his knowledge to 3racha

jisung complained that he thought she only listened to anime songs or soft indie songs because he saw her playlists before

changbin told them that she has other playlists that’s for more “intense and aggressive” songs

they were floored and the conversation starts like this,

“what do you mean she likes listening to yours and ours music and raps?”

“im not kidding, she does! she even showed me her playlists that were filled with rap, rock and metal songs!!”

“my little mc? likes those songs? are you sure you’re not dreaming?”

“it’s a public playlist, i even followed her playlists”

“If you’re wrong, hyung, im really gonna fight you on this! bc I KNOW her first”

“doesn’t mean that you know her BETTER”

lots of petty bickerings

chan and jisung has a big revelation about mc that day at school

(there goes mc’s little rep within their group of friends)

he did warned them to not tell her that he told them about it and

that they actually are aware of her music taste

or else

she tried to rap really fast one time, trying to rap like how he does

he had to witness her biting her tongue live

changbin would never think someone like her would have

such a vulgar language

every profanity he knows came out of her mouth

he quickly got her something to soothe her wounded tongue

after fretting over her though, he started teasing her

relentlessly

she threatened to sue him

"I'll sue you"

"with what money?"

"my 2 fucking dollars lunch money!"

"that's not enough to pay anything, not even your attorney!"

"fight me!"

he’s that older brother figure that mc would come to whenever she has no one to tell her woes to

their relationship turned out to have lots of playful banters and teasings

he gives very comforting hugs and pats

mc doesn’t want to admit it tho

well, until, changbin caught her snuggling into his hugs one fine day

“admit it, you like them, you like my hugs”

“okay, fine, i DO like them, they’re great hugs, don’t let it go to your head.”

“I KNEW IT”

“You’re so loud, shut up, hyung!”

“OH MY GOD, YOU FINALLY ADMIT TO IT, IM GONNA TELL THE WORLD-KSDFNKSDNF-”

"FUCK- I SAID, SHUSH"

rip in peace, changbin

he didn’t expect someone like her would have so much strength to smother his mouth with her hand and shut it

the more you know

curiousity killed the cat????

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hwang hyunjin

avoidance at all cost (pt.2) despite being in the same year

why? exhibit a: he's considered very attractive in her year and that her classmates n batch mates have crushes on him

coughs one of the school princes coughs

their batch year prince

she's really gonna swerve away from him

interactions will be kept at a bare minimum

one time hyunjin n some others wanted to borrow a textbook from their class because they have forgotten theirs n he chose hers

she could feel cold sweat forming as she feels the death stare of some of her classmates

that gta [wasted] sfx whenever ur character dies

yeah that's mc

that was probably the last time she would even think about it

when he returned it back to her, he smiled at her, the really cute eye smile and she felt like she made the target on her back bigger lol

goodbye mc you've lived a good life

your friends will definitely will play never gonna give you up during your funeral (it's a promise)

jokes aside

hyunjin would probably noticed the panicked look in her eyes and wondered why

since his friends like felix and...jisung...and seungmin are like on good terms with her

he probably wondered about it a lot

borderlines on overthinking since both felix and jisung are particularly close to her

so she should know that he’s friends with them

ever since that encounter, it would come across his head whenever he saw her hanging out freely with felix or jisung or both of them

or when he come across her in the hallways

sometimes he wants to greet her but it feels like it would scare her away

esp when she looks ready to run into the opposite direction

if he ever made eye contact with her

so his plan to befriend mc has started

tried to join into the trio hangout; jisung, felix and mc

mc never did protest his presence like at all

but does occasionally look stiff when he's near her

eventually shes comfortable enough with him

but not enough to actually hang out with him alone though

that thought kind of made him feel envious towards the other boys

and a little left out

as a teenager, he has too many emotions to handle so

jisung and felilx caught the idea and told him to let her

take her time because she kinda. shy. (???)

that didn't stop him from mulling over it tho sometimes

one day he found her waiting at the bus stop

it was in the evening, she was still in her school uniform

he was kinda on an errand run too

kinda didn’t want to sit on the same bench as her

afraid that she might run away

she noticed him standing there eventually albeit very anxiously and kinda awkward

a casual greeting slipped past her lips which shocked hyunjin to his very core

he splutters back a reply

“on an errand run, errand boy?"

"huh?"

“uh, um, pretend that i didn’t say anything.”

“right, sure, but may i sit next to you, the bus seemed to be late and my legs are kinda tired.”

“oh, uh, yeah, sure, but you didn’t have to ask, y’know?”

“well, didn’t wanna scare you off…"

“it’s nothing personal, if that’s what you’re worried about,” + “it’s just. didn’t wanna step on a landmine and the girls in our batch seemed to adore you a lot and me being close to you might set off the wrong signal…?”

“that’s absurd, you’re...being unreasonable..i mean, its none of their business-!”

“i know, im sorry, my bad, it’s not your fault either, it’s not anyone’s fault, to be honest.”

for a moment, he found her reasoning to be petty and unreasonable until it finally clicks inside her head, from her point of view when he really thought it through.

“...no wait, im sorry, i think, i kinda get why when i really thought about it.”

“yeah, it’s no biggie, don’t worry, im sorry too, we’ll both get over it”

“...um, we’re friends, right?”

“...i suppose so, if you dont mind, dummy.”

a giddy smile crossed his face while mc struggles to not stare at him looking so cute like that as she coughs into her hand, avoiding eye-contact

pretty boys have too much power in their hands

and she’s one of their fallen victims towards their charms

this isn’t fair for her heart

so when the bus arrived

they sat beside each other on the bus

hyunjin did most of the chattering while mc listens

he was so glad he cleared smth up with her

if she allows it, he would definitely tried to hug her

until he remembers that one time changbin told him he almost got punch in the face by her

when he tried doing it the first time and startled her

yeah no not now

maybe sometime in the near future, a long-awaited hug would be great

(if he was honest tho, he really wanted to cry when she told him the truth)

(it felt like a heartache)

but it’s okay now though

they’re friends now (somewhat) and that’s all that matters

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bts-bay-bee · 4 years

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Jungkook’s NSFW Alphabet

Word count: 2649

Warnings: smut (obviously), a little mxm? sex toys

A/N: hi guys :) so this basically marks the end of my little hiatus. please let me know if you enjoyed this! i appreciate any and all feedback. also this is for kookie because it’s his birthday next week <3

(not important but quite possibly my favourite picture of kookie ^.^ // i also do not own this picture or any pictures used in this)

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

⭬ After sex Jungkook is very attentive to your every need: he’ll get you water, snacks, whatever you want. He enjoys being able to relax with you after a rough couple of rounds, just talking about nothing. He loves nothing more than trailing his deft fingers over your slightly sweaty skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, only to be slowly kissed away by his soft, slightly swollen lips. Eventually, after kissing each any every bruise he had marked you with, making sure that you weren’t hurt, he’d engulf you in his arms, not caring about the outside world, then fall asleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of their partners)

⭬ This boy lives for your legs. When you’re around him, he’ll practically pant with lust if you’re wearing a skirt or dress. He loves running his hands up and down the expansive of your skin, loves the way he can force you to keep your thighs spread by grabbing fistfuls of your outer thighs when he’s going down on you. Whenever he could fuck you, his primal instinct was to throw your legs over his shoulders, pounding into you until you’re completely fucked out, stopping his grunts and groans by biting down on your fleshy calves, marking you in the process.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

⭬ Do you know what’s his favourite part when he’s fucking you? Painting your body with stripes of his cum. He doesn’t care where: it could be your stomach as he finished himself over you, hands working furiously, it could even be on your bare tits and face, making you swallow every single drop when he was satisfied with how laden you were with his cum. But the best way to cum was inside you: he usually found his release after you convulsed around him too many times to count, so why would he willingly leave your wet, warm cunt? He loved finishing in you, squirting hot cum on your walls as you milked him for every drop. He especially loved when he came in you during a semi-public quickie, forcing you to put back your skirt on and holding his cum in you. More than once you had to leave a dinner party or outing because he just got too turned on by knowing that his essence was probably running down your thighs.

D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

⭬ He’ll never admit this to you or anyone, but he often fantasized about watching you get fucked by someone else, having you watch as he got fucked by someone else, or just a threesome (or foursome). Obviously, it would be someone exceptionally close to him, like Taehyung or Jimin, but he just didn’t know how to approach the topic with any of you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

⭬ Seeing as he was a part of one of the biggest bands to have ever existed, who came from a pretty strict company, he had not been very experienced when you had first started dating. He wasn’t a virgin – not with the amount of men and women who continuously threw themselves at him – but from watching numerous tutorial porn videos, and with the help if his Hyungs giving him advice, he quickly learned how to make you see stars.

F = Favourite position (pretty self-explanatory)

⭬ As boring as it may sound, Jungkook doesn’t necessarily have a single favourite position: as long as he can bury himself deep in you and watch you fall apart, that’s all he needs. One of his favourites is when he’s holding you against a wall (or door, or mirror) and you’ve got your legs wrapped around him. (I had gifs here, but it got flagged, yay.)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

⭬ Everyone knows that he’s basically an overgrown child, so a couple giggles here and there are bound to happen. Jungkook could have you laughing from some stupid joke to cumming with tears streaming down your face is seconds.

Let’s be real, with someone as cute as this, you’re not going to be mad about being goofy during sex

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

⭬ The stylists never allow a single hair to be out of place on his beautiful head, so why would the rest of his body be any different? Despite people thinking that waxing is uncomfortable, or straight up painful, he’d much rather feel half an hour of discomfort to make being buried in you just that much better.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

⭬ Despite him thinking that he’s terrible at intimacy, Jungkook can easily turn any situation into a romantic one. He enjoys being able to gaze into your eyes, something that used to make both of shy, and be the one who’s forcing those pretty sounds out of your parted lips. On the rare occasion that you have a bad day, he’ll run you a bath, light a couple candles and just slowly make love to you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

⭬ With his job requiring him to be so far away from home, and so obviously you as well, he’s kind of forced into the situation. Despite being as hard as a rock with his tip dribbling rivulets of precum, he just cannot find it in himself to get off without at least hearing your voice. On more occasions than you can count, you received a phone call from a breathless Jungkook, his low, sultry voice immediately letting you know what the situation was. You tried to not picture how good he looked when his cock stood to attention, tried not to picture how delectable he looked hovering over you as he repeatedly pounded into you, making you reach places that no one has ever taken you to before, but it was just so hard not to. After hearing his moans and soft curses, you couldn’t help but get turned on yourself, eventually joining him in touching yourself until you both reach your climaxes.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

⭬ God, it would be easier to say what kink he doesn’t have. He enjoys breath play to a certain extent: he would much rather prefer to choke you with his dick rather than his hands though. Many people think that they’ve got a clear read on him: either pegging him as a submissive or a dominant, yet very few people see both sides to him. On the rare occasion, he’d let you have your way with him, allowing you to edge him as many times as he could physically handle, riding him hard, before abruptly pushing yourself off of him and deepthroating him, trying to swallow the torrents of cum pulsing through his red, almost painful looking cock.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

⭬ After a long day of being at the studio or learning their newest choreography, he’d almost moan out aloud when he sees you in nothing but one of his oversized shirts and your tiny thong, cooking dinner for both of you. On many occasions you ended up ordering takeout because he’d bend you over the kitchen island, fucking into you so hard that you forget that there was food on the stove. A few more favourites are the lounge, as well as the shower: the many positions he could put you in seems to be endless in his mind. One place that he really wants to try to fuck you in is the practice room: the thought of rutting into you as he forces you to look at yourself cumming is enough to make him rock hard. It doesn’t help that at any moment, Taehyung or Jimin might walk in, feeding into his dirty little fantasy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

⭬ One pretty easy way to turn him on his by wearing lingerie: show him, or even hint at the idea, that the only thing covering your pretty pussy is a scrap of lace and he’ll all but rip it off of you. The number of panties that he’s ripped is probably a worrying amount. Another rather innocent way to rile him up is by slipping on some heels: the higher, the better. Of course he’s no misogynist, and he’ll never force you to wear anything, but the fact that your legs just look so amazing in them turns him on to a point where he won’t even be able to take off any of yours or his clothes before fucking you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⭬ Jungkook will never judge anyone on their kinks – he gets turned on by thinking about having someone else fuck you, for God’s sake – but one thing he just cannot grasp is extreme age play. He’ll never want to do anything if it involves little space.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

⭬ He would much rather go down on you than you go down on him. The thing is: your oral skills are just too good. When you suck him off, he is for sure going to cum before he can enter your tight, wet cunt, and why wouldn’t he want to bury himself in you? He’d much prefer eating your pussy, making you cum on his tongue, then fucking you into the mattress. Or kitchen island. Anywhere really.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

⭬ There are days when you both have time and energy to take it slow: it’ll start off by a quick, innocent peck, which turns into a full-blown making out session, complete with you grinding and whimpering on his lap. He’ll strip both of you at his own leisurely pace, then slowly make love to you, running his fingers along your skin, making you moan into his ear… The only problem with this is that it’s not very often that you both have the time for this. On more days than not, you’re wrapped up in his fiery embrace, impaled on his cock while he rubs your clit in tight, fast circles. Days like this guarantees that you’re both completely spent after climaxing, barely finding the strength to move after such a rough and fast-paced session.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

⭬ Listen. If you’re going to be dating Jungkook, you’re going to have to be okay with having quickies, all the time. He doesn’t differentiate between quickies and ‘proper sex’, and honestly, neither do you. Despite how movies paint sex to be slow and romantic, it often isn’t like that in real life; I mean, no one has the time for an hour of foreplay. But you need to relieve yourself, so when Jungkook comes to you with his eyes darkened and his pants tented, you all but jump at the opportunity.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

⭬ As I’ve stated before, Jungkook really has a lot of kinks, so there’s very little that he wouldn’t want to at least try. If you want to try bondage, he’s game. If you want to try a sex swing, he wouldn’t even batt an eyelash. If you want to try pegging, he’d get you the, uh, equipment needed. Point is he’ll experiment with everything at least once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

⭬ So, you know how we’re always comparing him to a bunny? Let’s just say that the analogy is for more than just his looks. With all the cardio and exercise he does, it’s almost a given that he can last a long time. Paired with the horniness of a man his age, sex with him can go on for hours on end. Many a times you have ended up with numb legs and a sore pussy, the results of a horny Jungkook.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

⭬ He loves toys. Yours and Jungkook’s sex life is anything but boring, and he vows it will never be. Between the two of you, you have an assortment of vibrators, cock rings, handcuffs (not the fuzzy kind – real handcuffs), a strap-on or two, and a lot of other things. The toys aren’t just meant for one of you: the vibrators can be used on your clit as well as on his cock or prostate, and the handcuffs are regularly used by him on you, but now and then you itch to restrain him and have your way with him. The only toy that Jungkook uses by himself is his fleshlight, which is exclusively used when he’s on tour.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⭬ The only way that he’ll ever tease you is by sexting. He’ll text you all the sinful things he wants to do with you: the positions he’s going to fuck you in, the way he’s going to paint your body with his cum… But all his teasing words just get you horny, and wet enough that you’re ready for him to slip into when he finally sees you again. Jungkook could tease you the entire day, enough to have you dripping and soaking your panties, but the moment he sees you, he won’t deprive you (or him) of the delicious feeling of one another.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

⭬ With a voice like his, you’d practically beg him to be as loud as he can, but this flusters him for some reason. Although you continuously reassure him that it turns you on in unimaginable ways, he’d much rather hear your moans and pants. But sometimes he just can’t help himself: not with the way you’re clenching around him, gripping onto him so tightly that he can’t even think straight. (this is what I think he sounds like - USE HEADPHONES)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

⭬ Let’s say that one day, Jungkook either gets the balls to ask you to allow other people in the bedroom, or he drunkenly tells you about his dirty little secret… It ends up with him handcuffed to the bed, his mouth stuffed with Taehyung’s dick and ass stuffed with Jimin’s cock, while you bounce on his dick, a cock ring preventing him from climaxing. Tears streaming down his face, either from choking on Tae’s cock or from the overstimulation and need to cum from your pussy clenching around his dick while Jimin continuously hits his prostate. Taehyung pulls out from his mouth, leaving him gasping for air, instead turning to you and cumming on your clit and Jungkook’s toned stomach, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. (God, I’m editing this and why did I do this to myself, now I can’t get this idea out my head, smh)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

⭬ I have nothing to say, except

s t r o n g p o w e r, thank you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

⭬ He’s a man in his early twenties, I’m pretty sure he’s horny 24/7. He gets turned on way too easily; you could just stretch your back and he’s pinning you on the couch, already pulling down your panties and wrapping his lips around your clit. Every day, you wake up with his morning wood pressing into you, signalling just how needy this sweet bunny is.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⭬ Jungkook typically falls asleep fast, even without expending all that energy to fuck you until you’re screaming, so don’t expect him to stay awake for more than about twenty minutes. After he makes sure that you’re well taken care of, he pulls you to his chest and almost immediately begins snoring.

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagines #smut #bts #jungkook fanfiction

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open! Could you do something where Mc comforts Mammon or Asmo when they are feeling particularly bad about themselves? Kinda angsty and fluffy? Love your writing!

I'm feeling this right now so it's time to tackle this mess. Mammon is a fan favorite but I thought Asmodeus might be more interesting

Warning: angst, a lot of self doubt.

Sometimes You isn't Enough ( ASMODEUS X GN!READER )

You had never seen him like this. So secluded. So gloomy. So introverted. It's kind of sad, really. The usual bubbly demon was turned into nothing more than a glob of sadness and the worst part is, no one knew why. He didn't try to openly show it. He still made jokes and looked cute, but when he thought people looked away, even just for a second, his facade immediately dropped and it was hard to be picked up again. Like a mask that was sitting too heavily on his face.

Satan had said that he's probably depressed because someone won a beauty contest and that someone wasnt him. But really, you couldnt just brush it off as that. Asmodeus' feelings cant just be hurt from things like that. You're certain there was something else behind it. Something more. Bigger. Unexpected. But of course he would never openly talk about these things. As long as he put on a smile, the world was fine and no one needs to worry. Thats what he always says. Or at least thinks. To an extent, you understood that mindset, and you knew all too well the urge to bury it deep inside and never speak of it; the urge to be silent and deal with it yourself. But it's hard. And at some point, anyone bursts.

"Asmo?" You knocked on his door, determined to get it out of him. To get him to open up, because as much as you wouldn't want to bother anyone, you also know that you cant keep it inside forever because it kills, slowly, but surely. "Darling!" He seemed way too happy opening the door but you quickly noticed his grin didn't reach his eyes. You gave a quick smile and brushed past him, not bothering with formalities or beating around the bush. "Asmodeus. Talk to me." He looked at you, raising an eyebrow and slowly closing the door, "I'm always willing to talk to you, you know that." "do I know that?" You flopped down on his bed, patting the space next to you, "come sit with me." "Just sit?" He winked at you and for a moment, things seemed normal; they seemed easy.

"Just sit and talk." You turned to him, trying to take him in. He didn't carry himself as well as he usually did and his posture was actually kind of slumped over instead of the elegance he usually carried. "Asmo... You don--" "I know." He was still smiling, taking your hand in his, "I know what youre thinking. I dont look or act the same. I'm not, but I'll be fine. Dont worry." You frowned in response, knowing damn well that he's far from fine and that it will take longer than a night to sleep it off, or whatever.

"No." Now he was frowning. "What?" You pulled your hand back, crossing your arms over your chest, "I said no. Youre not fine and you probably wont be for a while. This has been going on for weeks, Asmodeus. Do you really think no one notices? You're not fine and i wont accept you brushing me off like that." It was silent after that, both of you just staring at each other although you noticed his eyes getting sadder and sadder. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and threw you back on the bed, burying his face in your neck, "A-Asmo!! This is not the tim--!" "I cant tell you. Or anyone. You'll think I'm silly, or dumb, or its unjustified. You'll think I'm another Levi with body and personality issues. I cant tell you, especially you (Y/N), because I don't want you to see how much I'm crumbling inside. " he took a deep breath, pushing his face closer against your skin, which was starting to heat up from the close proximity of him against you.

"I dont... Feel good. About myself. I haven't for a while now. At first i thought I just needed a wardrobe change, you know? Some cute new clothes, some sexy lingerie to spice things up..." He laughs quietly at himself, feeling the years start to form, "b-but... It's not that. I dont feel good in my soul. Funny thing to say, huh? A demon and his soul... I dont look in the mirror and get impressed. I look in the mirror and compare. I look at Beelzebub's body and get jealous of how he looks, or Satan's intelligence and realize how truly dumb I am. I look at all of my brothers, doing these amazing things, and realize I'm falling short.... What do I have? A plastic personality with a narcissistic disorder..."

You heard him get quiet, clinging tightly to you as he hid the tears that started falling in your hair. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, pushing him closer against you. "I'm nobody, (Y/N).... I dont have what they have... Im useless to my family, to you... To myself..." You squeezed him tighter at that, stroking over his back and feeling him start to shake.

"You're not--" "i dont want you to tell me I'm not... I just want you to... Hold me..." You nodded silently, staring up at his ceiling while you caressed over his back. You get it. Its not always words that you need and you know all to well that the people that held you were far more precious than any words you ever heard. So you held him, your mind racing with things to say because you needed him to know, and believe, that hes so much more than that. He wasnt okay and he most likely hasnt been for a long time. All these things build up inside of him over millennia and you could only imagine how much pain it has caused him. He's not okay. But you hoped he will be.

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salandition · 4 years

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maybe something about getting your mail at the same time?? like you're apartment/house neighbors with Leon and/or Raihan & at first it's just coincidence, but then they start waiting for you to get your mail so they can come talk to you?? & then eventually you both always wait until the same time to get the mail each day to talk to each other?? idk just something cutesy and slice of life-y, i love your writing!!

A/N: Decided to make this a mini-ficlet for both. The idea is a bit hard to diversify so hopefully I’ve done a good job making the scenario unique for both of them! I put it under the cut for 5 seconds before I had to edit it on my phone, and doing that erases the link cut (hooray for our shitty app! Hate it), so now there’s no longer a cut! Hope you all don’t mind the long post for now, I’ll try to edit it in the morning !!

Leon ☆

He rolls on the balls of his feet as he waits, hands in his pockets and digging deep into the cloth.

It’s a bit embarrassing to wait for you- even more embarrassing to admit it, even if it’s just in his head. It’s shameful to admit the times he’s fastly raised his head, raised his shoulders in anticipation only to drop them when he sees the person who entered the building wasn’t who he was waiting for- and to pull his hat down further on his head as the apartment tenant just trying to get their mail notices him lurking around the corner and gives him a strange look. Add that one to the pile of looks he’s gotten today from waiting around for you.

But surely- surely you will be coming soon. So all this awkward flustering and waiting around will end and be worth it for- what- a brief conversation? Something that might barely last five minutes if Leon insists on it?

He starts to chew on his lip and doubt this silly thing that he’s doing. It’s kind of creepy- definitely weird. If you come to get mail today on Tuesday, just like you do every week- just like Leon does- then surely you’ll just want to pick up your mail and leave. Maybe you don’t even have any this week! That’s also possible. So maybe waiting around is possibly very stupid and he should just head up to his apartment now-

Then the door opens again, and Leon looks up one last time. And of course it’s you- of course it is. His heart jumps.

...He’s not sure what to do now. Hm.

Right as he’s starting to doubt this idea once again, your eyes meet his. And you smile at him- happy to see him- making Leon bless Arceus as he smiles back. Maybe a little too eagerly, but oh well.

“Mail?” He asks lamely, and nearly curses himself out for such a dumb introduction, but you laugh anyway as you nod at him and head to your mailbox.

“How’d you know?” You tease lightly, opening your drawer and taking out the contents inside, tucking it under your arm. “It’s interesting how we check mail the same day. Why Tuesday for you?”

Leon hums, acting casual as he leans against the wall in a very cool way. “It’s the same day I do my laundry. You?”

You raise your eyebrows at his reply. “That’s a non-answer. First you’ll have to give me your reasoning for doing your laundry on Tuesday.”

“Ah, well that’s because it’s the same day I check my mail, of course.”

Your expression lights up as you bark out a laugh. “Alright, keep your secrets!” You snicker. “But I’m not telling you my reason, then.”

“Mm, you shouldn’t. It keeps you mysterious, and therefore alluring.”

“So I’m alluring to you?” Oops, perhaps he shouldn’t have said that. You look a bit smug now as Leon opens his mouth, fighting to find a different adjective, but none are coming to mind fast enough. You hum, “good to know that the great ex-Champion finds me alluring.”

He pouts. “Well now, you didn’t have to add the ex part.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. I’m a stickler for truths, as harsh as they may be,”

Leon straightens up his posture as he leans off the wall, taking in the new information about you and putting it in a little folder in his mind for later thought. “Good to know,” he says, and taps his own mail against his thigh. “I should be off now, but I appreciate the new information about my neighbor,” As he heads for the doors, you follow him out, and Leon tries not to skip at that.

“As do I. It’s always good to know I’ve got someone around that’s willing to give me a cup of sugar,” you smile, “or go for a late night skinny dip in the pool for pure adrenaline rush reasons, who knows,”

He spits, and you laugh at him.

“You shouldn’t tease like that!” Leon coughs, but he can’t help the laugh that escapes him either as he tries to rub the smile off his face, along with the blush that’s festering on his cheeks. “But you have my number. House number, that is. For sugar reasons only.”

“Well, that doesn’t exclude the skinny dipping then, because depending on your description of such events, it can be pretty sweet.”

“Stop!” Leon laughs and risks shoving you in a playful way, and thankfully you just giggle along and let him push you.

“Okay, I’m done, I promise,” you snort and slow your walk as a split comes in the sidewalk. Ah, yes, the dreadful split. Where Leon goes right and you go left, to your respective buildings. When you look up at him and smile again, Leon almost sighs- it’ll be a long week before he sees it again. “Unfortunately I have plenty of sugar at home, so I’ll most likely see you next Tuesday if fate allows it.”

“Yes, fate,” Leon agrees, and the two of you go your separate ways. Surely it was fate that had you both checking mail at the same time, Leon thinks... And he groans as he flusters at the thought, lowering his cap on his head again and letting the material rub harshly on his forehead. Of course it was fate, and not at all was it because Leon can’t stop thinking about you and how he waits for you every Tuesday on purpose. Definitely not.

Raihan ☆

The day you had moved into the house next to him was a day Raihan will remember- and usually he doesn’t remember such mundane, unimportant things- but you had left an impression that day. And you hate it, too, so that makes him remember it even more, grinning as he brings up the incident whenever he can.

It was a simple mistake, of course. And it was quite cute, as well, which Raihan also tells you, and it just makes you hit him on the arm, which is also very cute. You had moved in, several Corviknights out in your yard that carried your boxes. They hopped around in boredom, rolling around with each other and such as you unpacked, but otherwise not causing a disturbance of any sort. It was while you were packing that you had decided to introduce yourself to your neighbors- because you were definitely in need of a break from hauling everything around after a few hours. That’s what brought you to Raihan’s porch, which you had no idea was Raihan’s porch, and knocking three times on his door.

And that’s when Raihan had opened the door, surprising you not only with his mere presence but also because he was clad only in a towel that hung low around his lean hips. It was an image that had you at a loss for words-

“Holy hell-“

Well, at a loss for eloquent words, that is.

Raihan had raised his eyebrows at your statement, but otherwise said nothing- obviously waiting to see why you were on his property. And you, unfortunately, couldn’t even breathe, much less tell him that you were his new neighbor as you ogled at his wet and naked body.

“I’m. Next door. If you ever want me-“ no, that’s not right! “-need me.” That wasn’t better? “None of those things. You don’t- no- alright. I’ll be next door. I live there now. ...Farewell.”

And after that fucking mess, you quickly left, and you were quite positive in your decision to never speak or look at Raihan ever again. Even on the telly. But he had ruined it when sometime the next week, after you had finally gotten the post office to register your new address and stop sending all your mail to your poor old gran- you hopped over to your mailbox.

Only for Raihan to be there too. And boy, was he just staring at you, grinning and everything. You immediately froze when you saw him, and that just made him grin wider as he leaned on his mailbox.

“Pray tell, neighbor,” he said, “what’s your name? I want- no, I need to know, so I hope you’ll tell me.”

Never had your face gotten red so fast. Except maybe that one time- that you saw him half naked. Yeah.

Since that awful, awful introduction- you were able to thankfully move past it and become good aquatintes of a sort with your neighbor Raihan. And he moved past it with you, but only to a certain extent. Because of course he brought it up every other time he saw you to tease you- but it’s becoming less frequent after you told him that the joke will lose it’s affect the more he uses it. So now he’s spread out the teasing quite a bit.

But whenever you go to get your mail, you see how he basically bursts out of his own home and skips down his steps to meet you there. He says he simply needs to get his own mail- which he does, and he’s always got loads of it (unsurprising), but you know it’s also because he’s just waiting for you to humiliate yourself again.

And eventually, you do just that.

You’re just trying to peacefully gather your mail again, and of course Raihan is there, chatting away before once again mentioning how you were so embarrassed by his body- and you finally snap. “What?” You ask him, abruptly. “Would you not be?”

“Not be what?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, and you gesture wildly with your arms.

“Embarrassed! Like, be honest- if I came down suddenly one day in a towel and I was wet and dripping and all that- I mean, that would be- kind of embarrassing... for you, probably?” You lose confidence the longer you talk, unfortunately, because you’re suddenly aware of what you’re saying.

Raihan’s eyebrows have successfully disappeared beneath his beanie as he stares wide eyed at you, and then he asks- “is that an offer?”

Because of course he asks that.

“Stop stalking me when I get mail!” You yell at him instead, face successfully red and hot- and Raihan explodes into a fit of laughter as he doubles over on his mailbox. “I mean it! You’re going to ruin me- I could testify to the police that it’s harassment!” Of course you don’t actually mean this, but you’ve had quite enough. You’re not sure how much more of a beating your poor heart and soul can take from this man.

Raihan just keeps laughing.

“For Arceus sake,” you curse under your breath and turn on your heel, heading back to your house in quick steps. You make it to the door when he finally calls out your name, and you consider ignoring him- but he pleads, even if it’s laced between giggles.

“Wait- wait! I mean it, you left this behind- come on!”

His voice gets closer, and when you look over your shoulder, he’s on the stairs of your porch with mirth in his eyes as he holds up a package. You purse your lips. “Come on now, take it and I’ll leave you alone.”

Quickly you swipe it out of his hands.

“For now.”

Of course. Shouldn’t have expected it’ll be so easy. “Goodbye, Raihan,” you tell him tiredly and he barely waves as he watches you disappear into your house. You’re already dreading the next time you get mail- maybe you’ll train your Pokemon to do it for you...

Pssh. Yeah, right.

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Okay but an imagine about your typical morning with Niall is a CONCEPT 😩

oooooh, i hope you found this as cute as i did anonnn :)

NOTE: this imagine contains 1.5k words, which calculates to 92% fluff and 8% smutty undertones (that’s like 165%!!!)

Breakfast in Boxers - N. Horan Imagine

There is actually an unspoken race between you and Niall of seeing which one of you wakes up first in the morning. It goes back and forth often, considering your varying schedule due to his hectic one. And the person who does wake up first makes it their obligation to journey to the kitchen and make the other a nice breakfast.

Today it was you who greeted the day first, and your insides were jumping in excitement seeing Niall’s eyelids still shut and chest still rising and falling evenly. He would be suffering major jet lag from the flight he just landed from last night, so there was no better remedy than a nice breakfast from his other half. But just for a moment, you say to admire the dawn highlighting his skin, making it glimmer. You missed the man in front of you to such a great extent that last night you two never broke contact upon him entering the front door. So many “I love you’s” were exchanged through the night you lost count, but it was one of the best losses to have.

Slipping out of the still arm which was pressing you against his inert figure was not a difficult task. Especially with you having done it so many times, you knew today’s surprise breakfast was going to be the easiest one yet.

You enter the kitchen with your curved lips already basking in your face. As quietly as possible you gathered all of the ingredients and utensils you seemed to have memorized over time. You could say it had become routine, but the word held such a negative connotation you chose not to think of it like that. More of privilege was it to treat your man to the best meal of the day.

But what you thought was a seamless getaway this morning, was not. At least, not to Niall’s arms which lie empty in bed. And definitely not to his bare chest which was no longer warm with your head pressed against it. Even after numerous tours, the man was not afraid to admit to you he still found trouble sleeping without you beside him. Little did you know that you give him just as much comfort as he does you.

When you slithered away from his grip this morning, a mischievous giggle left your lips that made Niall’s lips twitch upward in response. It was purely subconscious and the boy could not refuse the fact that he loved hearing your laugh so much. Luckily, you didn’t notice, as you were too confident in yourself that you slipped away without him realizing.

Something you did not know, was that it always went like this. In the beginning, it was normally just Niall who cooked for the two of you as you were not the most experienced in the kitchen. The boy did not mind, even after having you over so many times, the pure adoration he held in his eyes as you practically moaned with his creations in between your teeth never left him. But it just made you feel guilty. So, after days of studying him cooking breakfast, one day fate gave you the advantage to slip out of bed before Niall could and you followed the recipe off of simple memory. And Niall would be damned to say that it did not come out delicious. Then again, it was his recipe but the fact that you were so adamant in compensating him for all of the food he slaved over a stove to make for you did warm his heart.

So he did let you slide by some days during the week. You were not keeping track like he was, but that was okay. He knew he was winning the little game, and as long as you do not pass him, he is fine with letting you take a few wins here and there.

After he heard the bedroom door shut with the hushed click, his blue eyes opened to the world and he rolled on his back, a hand reaching behind him as a temporary rest for his head. He tried listening for any clatter or noise through the walls (because boy did you make some, in the beginning, trying to figure out the layout of your boyfriend’s kitchen) but it almost felt like he was the only one present in his house by how quiet you had grown.

It was when his ears barely caught a small humming that he had decided to make an appearance. Standing up, still bare-chested and clad in—oh, nothing.

Flashes of last night’s events come back into his head which has him chewing his bottom lip until he feels it’s red and swollen like you left it last night. After his eyes scanned the bedroom floor, he took notice that his boxers were not present. However, your lace underwear, torn and disheveled was available to his eyes. Well, Niall thinks to himself, mystery solved. He knew exactly where they were, and after a fresh pair of boxers and a few eager steps into the kitchen later, his hypothesis was confirmed as his eyes drank in your figure, adorned in a tee-shirt with his boxers squeezing your hips in (Niall’s opinion) all the right places.

The humming and slight shimmy of your body carried on, a sign that you were clueless to his entry. He took the opportunity to sneak up behind you and press his front against your back. A small gasp left you before recognition of his hands on your sides had the sharp intake leaving you. “Hey,” you greeted, hands setting down the spatula for a moment to glide to his hands. Niall accepts the intrusion of your fingers through the gaps between his own, and you let them lace together.

“Mornin’…I believe you owe me somethin’.” Taking a moment to ponder his statement, you let a small “oh” slip from your lips before turning to press a kiss to his lips. He shook his head after, humming “mm-mm” and letting his fingers pinch the waistband of his boxers before delivering the fabric a small tug from your body. The cold air hitting your hip made light shivers.

“What, these?” Your hands keep his on your hips as you take a glance down at the boxers yourself. “I don’t see your name on them.” You remark, before twisting back to flip the turkey bacon sizzling in the pan. You had flipped the final piece in perfect time, as Niall spun your body around to face his yet again, his body pressing against you just as close as this morning, and just as hard as last night.

“I didn’t even know you wore boxers.” Niall teased with a small tilt of his head. You send a cheeky smile back when you reply.

“Only my boyfriend’s.” You were being snarky, which was nothing new, but it was having a certain effect on Niall, and he knew you were doing it with intention.

“Oh, yeah?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he picked you up to set your bottom on the counter beside the stove. He was precocious and shut the stove off as the first whiff of smokiness filled his nostrils. The bacon was not burned, just a “little toasty”, you would argue later at the table.

“Yeah…” you play along, letting your hands run up and down his muscular arms. “But I haven’t seen Zac anywhere, have you?” It took every fiber of your being to not combust into a fit of giggles, but it was near impossible when Niall’s face dropped.

“Zac? Efron?” Niall asked for clarification, but the laughs you were trying to choke down made it difficult to reply. Eventually, they all floated into the air and resonated throughout your kitchen at the sudden fingers prodding and exciting the nerves on your sides. The sound entered Niall’s ears like a song he never wanted to stop listening to. Finally, his fingers relented at tantalizing your skin at your cries that “I was…I was j-just…j-joking! I’d only ever wear your boxers!” Your cheeks were tinged a deep red as breathing became more difficult with every tortured cackle that left you.

It was certainly something you would not hear in any other household at nine in the morning.

After composing yourself, both your and Niall’s laughs died down together, his hands migrated to your thighs on display and rested them there.

“It’s a shame you had extra pairs here, I was hoping you’d just walk around naked all day for me.” You commented at the clean pair of boxers on his legs, the sides of your face remaining a deep crimson because of it.

“Well the red lace panties I had planned on wearing were shredded, and apparently these are the next best thing…” The two of you found yourselves swirled in yet another tornado of undying laughter when you gave a small smack to Niall’s chest as a message to stop the agonizing teasing.

“I didn’t know you wore lace panties?” You fire, placing a hand on his cheek that had a mild amount of stubble growing from it. On of his own hands comes up and blankets yours as he replies:

“Only my girlfriend’s.”

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peachy-inserts · 4 years

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bakugou falling for someone/relationship hcs

request: Hawks, kirishima and bakugo falling for someone/relationship headcanons pwetty pwease? *pleading bird eyes"🐓 warnings: Cursing a/n: here’s the blasty boys part, since it’s his birthday!! im also trying a new style of formatting, i hope this is easier for you guys to read and more pleasing to the eye

The hardest part for Bakugou when catching feelings is admitting it to himself. Most likely, you’ll notice before he does; when he’s crushing on someone, it’s visible to everyone but him. He struggles with coping with his own emotions and tends to ignore them out of fear of stepping out of his comfort zone and being rejected

Some may think it would be easy for him to confess to someone, what with his cocky attitude and ‘better than you’ demeanor, but it’s the exact opposite. He’s such.. a broken, messed up person. He uses that exterior to hide and push down how he truly feels so that he can focus on his goals, which are really just another distraction. He’s so bothered on the inside and emotionally just totally fucked up. It’ll take a close relationship with him to develop a romance

Bakugou would certainly fit best with someone different than him, someone who knows how to communicate and help others. It’ll take someone who can give him a little healing therapy and slowly pry him open, all while wearing their heart on their sleeve just to show him how

Bakugou while crushing on someone would be like a whole new side of him. He’d make an effort not to scare you off, offering you help when/if needed and refraining from yelling. It’s almost like a subconscious effort, and comes off surprisingly natural from the hot headed boy

He would certainly try and make conversation with you, trying to ask you questions about your personal life and let you know he doesn’t have any harsh feelings, worried that you may have gotten the wrong idea

The fact that everyone sees him as such a hostile person has really affected his own self image and caused him to feel bound to that persona, scared that he’ll only make things worse if he tries to prove to everyone the person that he really is

Bakugou also would be spending an increased amount of time with you and becoming protective. He’s possessive to a certain extent, and may even linger over you to the point of it becoming uncomfortable. Tell him about it, and he’ll apologize and make an effort to try and back down after a few days of trying to hide from you out of embarrassment

The way I picture Bakugou coming to terms with his feelings is in a sudden moment of revelation, all the pieces finally clicking into place and making sense. I imagine him being someone who falls in love with a close friend over time, instead of jumping into a relationship without any true feelings

The way he would confess would be emotional to say the least. Not an awkward or tense moment, nothing planned, but out of pure circumstance. Maybe someone got hurt, maybe you’re scared, or maybe he’s being comforted. Show him some special attention and affection and it’ll slip out so spontaneously you’d almost think he was joking, but you’ve never seen him looking so heartfelt or speak so genuinely

The early stages of your relationship would be strange, to say the least. Neither of you are really sure what to do, since most people tend to become comfortable as significant others before confessing their love for them

He tries to cover the basics with you, going out on dates and precariously planned outings, but eventually you both realize that’s not the move for you. He’s more of a secretive person when it comes to personal affairs, and is confident that you don’t need to be wooed to care for him

Besides, he pours all of his trust and effort into your relationship. If going out on a date matters more than any of his other feats, then you’re not the person for him. He has high, cliche standards when it comes to love

I’ve said this once before but he really does devote his entire self to you. He’ll give you his everything and more because he’s confident that you would do the same for him, and would go to great lengths for any period of time for you because of it; he’ll become the most reliable and loyal person in your life

He feels guilty for talking to other people sometimes simply because of how jealous he can be; let him know you trust him and that it’s alright

Speaking of jealousy, he’s so fucking bad about it holy shit. So much as someone shaking your hand makes him tense up and suddenly be in a pissy mood. He’s an angry man when he’s jealous, but never towards you, of course. It’s *other* people he doesn’t trust

Not to mention, his own insecurities holding him back and choking him. His greatest fear is that you’ll suddenly realize that so many other people could treat you way better, make you so much happier-

When he gets possessive, don’t be afraid to knock him down a few pegs and then get to the root of the problem. This is when he’s the most vulnerable, so take advantage and let him know everything is alright. Coddle him, reassure him; he more than deserves it

So not afraid to literally punch someone in the face if they’re making you uncomfortable, or God forbid laying a finger on you. Is by far the most protective lover who won’t hesitate to take any necessary measures to guarantee your safety. You’re the best damn thing to happen to him, and nobody will take that joy away from him

Would certainly, regardless of your gender, size, or whether or not you’re another hero, buy you things like pepper spray and tell you to bring it with you everywhere. A ‘text me when you get there’ kind of guy (even though he himself drives like a dumbass)

I literally get sooooo pissed off when I see people writing about Bakugou and him calling his s/o names, cursing at them and such. Fuck that, that is an abusive behavior and he’s well aware of it. Katsuki Bakugou would never even dare to call you a foul name, not even jokingly. He’s 100% all over sticky pet names like honey and darling

Not a big PDA guy but if he’s jealous, which he literally always is, then he’s all over you. On a regular day he’s a hand on your waist, arm over your shoulder, but when he’s feeling threatened he has no qualms with giving you a deep kiss in front of everyone

He would be so, so, so fucking proud. Hell yeah, that’s his baby; he landed that! While he doesn’t talk about you a whole lot, whenever you do come up he goes off, to the point of annoying his friends. Everyone has to know just how lucky he is, because you truly are a blessing in his life

Put him in his place when he’s being a little too aggressive, show him you aren’t afraid to stick your nose out and are strong enough to stand up for yourself. He’s a great boyfriend, but like anyone else has his flaws and needs to be corrected. Be the person he’s too weak to be, someone he can look up to without rivalry

Bakugou can act like he doesn’t really care, but it’s really important to him that you like his friends and that they like you (although it would be almost impossible for them not to, what with all the great things that he says about you. I can see them being relieved that he has someone to care for him so deeply and someone that he can honestly be open with)

He’s the type of person to see something you might like and randomly get it for you. Not to the extent that Hawks does, because Bakugou is more genuine when it comes to gift giving. It’s about you, not him.

If you mention off hand that you like something, need this replaced, or think something is cute, then he would surprise you with it no matter how big or small

Dates with him are all or nothing, and don’t happen that often. He prefers staying in with you and enjoying time alone, but still feels like it’s important to treat you every once in a while. Going out with him means you’ll be dressed to the nines and spend the entire evening out in high society

Listen his mom’s a fashion designer, if he wants to help you get dressed or buy you clothes let him! Not only is he good at it, but it means a lot to him that he can share something with you that he excels in

One of his favorite things to do is cook for you, speaking of being good at things. He can communicate his love for you in a way where he doesn’t have to spend money or use his words and still please you. Food is important to him, and used as a comfort between the two of you

Please be patient with him when it comes to telling you how he feels. No matter how long you’ve been together, he’ll always be a man of action rather than words. He proves his love in ways other than romantic speeches, and although he tells you constantly that he loves you, it’s short and brief

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nejiraez · 5 years

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CAN I REQUEST FOR BAKUGO / SHOUTO / SHINSOU BEING WHOLESOME BFS (separately uwu

see! sliding in my askbox ain’t that bad i promise SORRY IF THESE WERE SHORT AF

Bakugou Katsuki

you know how in our childhood where children would say “if he teases you then he likes you”

^ yeah, that’s bakugou

he’s on your case for every single thing and is your “day 1” (who would’ve thought I’d be using that term, Jesus)

bakugou is like your best friend who you happen to kiss and what not

he tells you shit how it is without sugarcoating it because he wants the best for you

he only allows you to hold his hand when it’s cold outside because he worries over the fact that he might accidentally set his quirk off

even when it is cold outside his hands do get a tiny bit clammy because he’s lacking a bit when it comes to pda

will he tell you that? no, fuck off he’d rather eat chalk than to admit you make him nervous

because when he does he won’t hear the end of it from your end

his friends are automatically your friends, and your friends... he tolerates... to an extent

if you date bakugou for a long time, you pick up his humour and his unconditional trust

you two are tight and as close as one can be, that even his parents fw you. you call them by their first names

they are very happy (and grATEFUL) that you chose their son out of all the other people you could’ve dated, like god bless u

bakugou’s nicknames for you are: (your nickname) of course, dumbass, idiot, babe;), and “you”

Todoroki Shouto

dating todoroki for the first few months goes by really slowly... like really slowly

by month two that’s when he felt confident enough to start holding his s/o’s hand

he is the most caring, patient, boyfriend ever like holy shit

he waits for you outside of classes, walks you to and from classes, eats lunch with you every single day, helps you with your homework, etc

if he can’t walk you home he’ll always say “text me so i know you reached home safely”

he’s the type to send you good morning/night texts

he doesn’t like going out much, he prefers more quiet, private dates, but if you wanted to go to coachella to celebrate your first year anniversary with him, my goodness he’ll hate it but he’ll do it for you

his face may not show it since he’s very aloof and passive, but just the mere thought of you makes his heart beat a bit harder

his nicknames are: (y/n), (n/n) angel

Shinsou Hitoshi

he’s one of those genuinely funny boyfriends and is a good mix of the qualities of what bakugou and todoroki have

he’s the type to hold your hand and then the next moment he’d comment on “your hand is tiny as hell”

other ways of him lovingly teasing you include:

“shinsou, i love you” “thankyou-” “stoP”

he adores you, a lot, he just does that to annoy you

and it works~

he likes teasing you because your reactions are amusing and cute to see

when you’re talking he gives you his whole, undivided attention

he’s good at remembering certain factoids about you, mundane things you thought he’d forget

such as your hometown, your favourite foods, music interests, that one person you hate, etc etc

the amount of inside jokes you two share with each other can make an entire book series, and y’all love to flex on people with how deep your relationship runs (as one should😌)

he likes when you call him in the middle of the night

he’s your number one confidant and you’re his

shinsou is unmistakably happiest when he’s with you

in the future he plans on raising a cat with you,,, that’s saying something

his nicknames include: (n/n), (y/n), literally anything

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader

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whale-shark-queen · 3 years

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Also I wanted to make a post talking about this

N is such a lanky skinny lad. You find a rare candy on the floor in his room but otherwise just from that and how Ghetsis is with him one could probably glean Ghetsis probably kept him on a strict diet to maintain this idea of an ~ideal king~ who was free of worldly wants other than the stuff in his room that clearly must have sufficed for the nearly 20-or so years N was locked in there to keep him 'innocent' and child-like, and that rare candy was probably the one treat N would be allowed as a reward. Or of course, he was keeping it there for his Pokemon friends. But I like to imagine the former, and that N secretly has a HUGE sweet tooth.

I... really think N would be the type to gain weight from getting to eat a lot. And I'm saying this as a chubbo myself who is quite on the fence about fat characters who are shown to love food--

I both hate when anime/anime style games have skinny characters who get to wolf down massive meals and are seen as cute for it despite staying skinny while the fat character has constant food and fat jokes made around them (looking at you, Danganronpa 2 and also Genshin Impact to an extent) but at the same time I adore the 'chubby soff chef/baker' trope (NOT looking at you, Danganronpa 2, my heart is for Twogami only) and the idea of a character who is normally skinny and very active getting to 'settle down' after the rush and adventure of the main story, getting to relax and indulge in their favourite food and snacks without having to worry and getting some pudge, or 'going domestic' if you will. I haven't watched any of the Avengers films past the first and a few clips of others but I'm guessing this is partially what happened to Thor. At the same time I realise, why should I have to justify it? Can fat people not simply be allowed to enjoy food? Can skinny people not simply be allowed to enjoy food without having to 'worry' about gaining weight as if it's a bad thing? And to that I say, yes, of course they can, and fuck the stigma attached to it.

Anyway, I just LOOOOVE to imagine N finally trying out new food on his adventures, or maybe even after he reunites with the TouTous, unlearning the strict ways dear old Dicksis instilled into him and gettin chubby. Like it could go two ways;

On his own he might initially feel too stuck in certain ways and be a bit intimidated seeing so many options and stick to what he knows; fruits, veggies, whatever his Pokemon friends and partners would have; very green and healthy but at the same time very simple, boring and bland. He'd most definitley be intruiged seeing the kind of food other people eat but initially would feel he'd have to resist the 'temptation' and avoid cafes/restaurants all together until he finally reunites with the TouTous who are worried sick about him and see he's all scruffy from living as a hobo for 2 years and probably had absolutely not had a good meal in forever so they sit him down at whatever diner they come to first that's open at 3am and order him a big thicc stack of pancakes (vegan for him, of course, guessing his food preferences as such just to be safe) and start bombarding him with questions about where he's been and how he is and WHY DID HE DISAPPEAR only to pause when they notice him poking it and staring at it rather nervously. How does one even EAT this 'panned-cake'? And surely it all can't be for him!

Of course it's for him, he looks practically starved to death, so he takes a bite and a whole new world has opened up for him, it melts in his mouth and makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside, bringing a huge smile to his face, and he inhales the entire stack, excitedly talking about his adventures and catching up with the TouTous. Of course this would go on for a long time and N would probably timidly ask for any other food recommendations while they're there and even though it's probably just cheap 'nasty' stuff they'd try a little bit of everything together and N feels like his mind has been BLOWN. He's missed out on so much!! He's gotta try more! So the TouTous help broaden his horizons by introducing him to all sorts of delicious meals and snacks and N learns to loosen up, enjoy himself and learn it's okay to indulge!

The other way it could go is if N gets the courage to straight up go for it and discovers new food on his own. That same moment of bliss where he tastes something brand new that lights up his tastebuds and makes him realise how much he's missed out on. I've always imagined he probably has money from Ghetsis squirreled away somewhere so as someone who discovers his enormous sweet tooth and loses all self restraint he'd most definitley buy one of everything from some Kalosian bakery and sit in a forest clearing trying EVERYTHING with his Poke-pals and just having a grand old time

Fast forward to reuniting with Touko and Touya where they notice he's plumped up a bit and-- let's be real, on his own N would try to learn all about human views on pretty much anything and would probably feel some anxiety about his weight at some point -- even though it's perfectly natural for Pokemon to do it while hibernating and to keep safe for winter, human society views gaining weight as some kind of moral failing, but of course the TouTous would be more than happy just to see him and would obviously think he looks super cute with a fluffier body they can hug and squish like a tol marshmallow

Just !! AAAA either way the TouTous would 100000% be supportive as well as Cheren and Bianca (who I also hc as a chubby ball of sunshine) who all suggest new stuff for him to try as well. I also like to think N would love to get into cooking himself as well, since he can apply his love of maths and equations to it to try and find the perfect combinations of ingredients to make the most delicious dish that he would also love to share!

Except for that 'mathematical bagel'. It just makes everyone angry looking at it.

(On a slightly serious note, at that point he'd probably lose a bit of the pompousness (which he does have a tiny bit of in bw1) of some of his concepts of 'elegant vs ugly formulas' when it comes to his opinions of a good meal, as in he'd value a simple dish he may have previously considered 'ugly' for being 'basic' and dislike how arrogant and pretentious 'fancier' dishes can be. Like what the fuck is the point of a deconstructed cheesecake, or deconstructed anything! That's just a gentrified version of being a kid who eats all the lunchable bits separate!)

But yes tldr; let N enjoy food! Let N be chubby! Let chubby N enjoy food and cooking!!! Let him be a soff boy who's perfectly squishy to hug and would 100% love to learn how to cook great meals to share!

#n harmonia #natural harmonia gropius #monochromeshipping #vuvuzelashipping #a little bit #pokemon #chubby n #god i love him #precious innocent floofy green baby #angry floff poff #still need a tag for touko #sunshine marshmallow bab #cherry #i really should redo those tags but yeh

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NSFW A - Z ㅡ Jaehyun (M)

A/N: DOn’t like don’t read~

A - Aftercare

Initially he’d take a minute to himself to collect his breath and roll over onto his back, but after that he’d be super cuddly and all of a sudden you’d feel a leg drape over your hip and arms encircle you as he nuzzles into your neck or hair. He’d sort of expect you to tell him if you needed or wanted anything.

B - Body Part [ their favorite body part on their s/o and/or on them ]

Eyes. Intense eye contact is real. So much can be conveyed through eyes- Not to mention you just have beautiful eyes, the shape is cute and the color is awe inspiring, he could look at them for hours. Not to mention when you flutter your lashes his heart flutters.

In a less sentimental approach maybe breasts.

C - Cum

It’s a bonding agent for sure. Using condoms doesn’t allow for the chance to often see his release, but the chances he has to see his release on you are very special to him. Sort of like marking you, but he wouldn’t explain it like that.

D - Dirty Secret

He likes it when you dress like a slut. It a sense, it’s dressing up, hair make-up, dress, heels, jewelry, the whole 9. Some guys don’t like when their S/Os wears ‘too much’ makeup, or shows midriff in short skirts. In his mind he thinks he shouldn’t enjoy it so much, especially if you’re in public for say a birthday party at a club or smthng, but he loves all of it and the attention it brings both you and him. He’s confident, so his first reaction is not jealousy, and rather he feels proud to parade you around. So when you ask him which top you should wear you’re always surprised that he chooses the most revealing ones.

E - Experience [ how experienced they are ]

I think pretty well. But, being with a different partner can feel as if starting over in experience- ie; constantly asking if you like this or that, hesitant sometimes because he thinks maybe it’s not your style, etc...

F - Favorite Position

Perhaps missionary because most of the time he wants to look at you and be as close as possible. (Assuming this is love). But I don’t think there’s any position he doesn’t like.

G - Goofy

I think he tries to be sexy and seductive, but eventually lets his goofy nature shine through in the moment. He’s kinda dorky and can’t help it when you make that face.

H - Hair [ how well they manscape ]

Kind of minimal, he feels it’s a manly look, so he doesn’t do that much.

I - Intimacy [ romance-wise ]

Super romantic, you already know bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbie Oki, but to be real, there are also times when you wish he could be more romantic, like a quick fuck and then he’s tired and quiet. Sometimes it can just feel like he’s hiding his feelings. But when he’s feeling lovey it’s lov-E

J - Jack Off

I don’t see him as someone who constantly needs to like a juvenile, but what to I know. Probably shower is safest for easiest cleanup, etc...

K - Kink

Maybeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Roleplay~ Cheesy stuff like police officer or whatever you are for Halloween. To an extent, he won’t try that hard lol, but he won’t want you to break character. I don’t think he started out into ‘daddy’ but I think jokes surrounding it, both inside and outside the fandom on social media has sparked an interest in it. Not something that comes out often, but he might every once in a while drop something like ‘you like when daddy does that?’ ,,,,which sounds corny, but it’s not when it comes from him. Marking and biting also, both giving and receiving. Brat-taming.

L - Location [ their favorite place to have sex ]

Home. Freedom to make noise, do it wherever, for as long as you want, etc... In the home I don’t think he cares, bed, sink, couch, floor, shower, etc...

M - Motivation [ turn-ons ]

Almost everything. There can be just certain looks you give them that instantly have him reading your every move as flirtatious. Dirty talk for sure.. Or even just dirty little secrets that get him feeling naughty like that you have a Victoria Secret bag in the corner of your room. Or that you covered your eyes during a steamy movie scene embarrassed.

N - NO [ turn-offs ]

No other parties involved in sex. This one also, I don’t think is a turn-off necessarily, but would be something he wouldn’t be okay with in my opinion. That’s using jealousy as a teasing tactic, flirting with other members or ignoring him in order to make him jealous. I think jealously sex could happen sure, but I think it’s really dangerous to play with him like that and after the fact would negatively effect the relationship and lose trust which would ultimately be a turn-off.

O - Oral

Giving: As much as he likes to tease and taunt, he’s a giver. He always gives you what you want and more. It’s never half-assed with him, even if he’s tired. He’s in there, very passionate, not minding getting a little messy. Receiving: Groans galore. I’M srry I just imagined it- The type to cradle either the back of your head or nape of your neck. Kind of dictate your pace and sometimes end up trusting into your mouth. But,,, if you pull back or feel panicked by that he’ll ease off and just put his hands elsewhere and take what you give.

P - Pace

HE got rhythm 4sure. Fast n hard bb. Even if he starts out slower, it always ends up like that.

Q - Quickies

He’d prefer to wait for more time. But if there’s not another opportunity in the foreseeable future he’d be fine with it, but wouldn’t do it if was a public space such as a closet.

R - Risk [ comfort zone ]

Not a risky one in most cases. But every once in a while surprises you, which is how you can tell his suave exterior is a facade and he’s desperate.

S - Stamina [ another round? ]

As long as he could have a break in between (20 min?) he could keep going.

T - Toy [ their favorite toys ]

I see him as pretty vanilla and not into using toys on you; I can see him using handcuff and blindfolds, but by making them himself with stuff on hand like a scarf or tie. His S/O using them on themselves tho is a different story as long as he can see/watch. He’d probably like vibrators best just because he enjoys your reaction so much and might eventually want to take over.

U - Unfair [ how they enjoy teasing & being teased ]

He a tease... Act surprised. He’s teasing in both words and actions. Getting you all hot and bothered and then acting coy and oblivious to your plight. He’ll always eventually give you what you want and more though, so there’s no real concern. He finds it intriguing to be teased himself... And thinks you have some big balls to act like you won’t let him have you right there.

V - Volume

If being loud is not an acceptable option I think he can stay pretty quiet with lil grunts here and there, but if at home or a hotel where volume is okay...... Maybe pretty vocal. And the kind of vocal in that he’s responsive to your vocal-ness... He could have a finger inside and moan simply bc he unconsciously is mimicking all your sounds.

W - Wild Card [ authors choice ]

His eyes notice everything. The line the panties make on your ass when you where pants a tad too tight, how your nails thrum against his forearm leisurely, how you pop your lips after applying lip balm, how your eyes flicker down to his waist momentarily, etc. He catches everything and can’t help but process it positively, finding whatever he finds cute or sexy and focusing on it. It can make for some sudden intense sexual tension.

X - X-Ray [ what kind of package ]

Your guess is as good as mine, but he has BDE

Y - Yearning [ sex drive ]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm He doesn’t want to seem desperate or a horn dog, but it’s on his mind a lot. If there’s opportunity he’ll want to do it. Even if the opportunity is risky, with a limited time constraint or member in another room.

Z - Zzz [ after ]

I’d maybe guess,,,,, he’s out pretty quick. After cleaning up, getting a drink, slipping back in bed to cuddle, etc...

#nct #jaehyun #nct u #nct 127 #jaehyun smut #nct smut #nct imagine #nct a to z #jaehyun a to z #jaehyun imagine #nct scenario #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun fluff #nct fluff

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nev3rfound · 5 years

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accent : p.p

brief summary: whilst on a mission with peter, he learns about the little quirks that appear in your accent when your emotions get wiled up

word count: 1k requested: yes! by @loelizabeth100 (i am sorry for how long it has taken me) warnings: some swearing, but nothing really

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Over the years, your accent has definitely subsided to a certain extent. However, there are some occasions where you simply can’t help but hear the little quirks in your voice pop up, especially when your emotions come into play.

You knew this mission was going to be testing, but it was something you were willing to deal with for the sake of those civilians that are at stake. When you volunteered, you watched heads turn and a series try to prevent you from going. After all, you were still fairly new, and just a year older than Peter.

In the end, the team only allowed you to be apart of the mission if you stayed with Peter and were to be the lookout. It wasn’t what you wanted, but it was better than doing nothing all day in the compound.

Obliging to the deal, you turned to Peter who seemed to be zoning in and out of the conversation. Rolling your eyes, you click your fingers in front of his face, watching him snap back into the room as a rose pink crosses his cheeks followed by a shy smile.

“Sorry, what’s the plan?” He asks, looking around and everyone quietly sighs before turning to Tony who rises to his feet.

“This sucks.” You sigh loudly as you pace around the roof whilst Peter remains seated on the ledge, his legs dangling over the building as his eyes wander the civilians below. “I don’t get why we can’t fight? What makes them any better than us?”

“Scientific enhancements, unique technological suits, badass powers and the ability to take a punch and not lose their minds.” Peter smiles to himself under his mask as he glances back, watching you scoff and cross your arms over your chest.

“You make us sound ordinary.” You complain, and Peter quickly shakes his head before walking toward you.

Looking around, Peter lifts his mask up to show you his face and reveal his eyebrows knitted together in regards to your comment. “I think we both know, we’re far from ordinary.” He tells you with a smile playing on his lips and watches yours mirror his seconds after. “There’s that smile.” His arm nudges yours lightly before he pulls his mask back down and returns to the ledge. “You joinin’?” He turns and you silently walk over, sitting down beside him as your legs hit the edge of the building.

The pair of you remain in comfortable silence for a while, simply watching the world go by as you listen to the action-filled conversations in your comms. “Is it because we’re younger?” You think aloud, glancing over to Peter who keeps his head lowered and focused on the sights below. “If so that’s bullshit.” You huff.

“Language, Y/n.” You hear Tony mutter through your ear, and the sound of Steve laughing to himself.

“One time.” He adds before cutting out.

“And no, it’s not because you’re young, someones gotta babysit Spidey.” He jokes and you hear Peter exclaim beside you.

“Mr Stark I don’t need babysitting, I’ve been to space and and I know what I’m doing.” Peter stammers, but you smile at the sight of his stumbling over Tony. “Y/n is great, she doesn’t need to help me up here, she’d be better suited down with you guys.”

You can feel your heartstrings tugging as Peter carries on, trying to convince Tony that you’d benefit more helping with them that hanging out on the roof. But despite Peter’s best efforts, there is no changing Tony’s mind.

“I get it kid, you like Y/n,” Tony knows that only Peter can hear this. “don’t deny it either, I’ve seen the looks.” He mutters and Peter turns his head, seeing you play with your powers as balls of energy play in your palms. “I just don’t want her getting ahead of herself, and you to react.”

“Okay.” Peter quietly replies to Tony before he cuts off, leaving you both in each others company. “Mr Stark thinks it’s best we stay here for a while. Not to get ahead of ourselves.” Peter swallows the lump in his throat as he watches your smile falter back to annoyance.

After an hour passes by, you can see the clouds darkening above you. The sky is growing with concern as the sun begins to set, yet there’s been no word from anyone below. “Do you think everything’s okay down there?” You speak up and listen as Peter hums to himself.

“I’m sure it is, they do this all the time.” He tries to ease your thoughts but knows there might not be any use. In the time Peter has known you, he’s learnt once you get an idea, you don’t give up on it easy.

You shake your head as you chew the inside of your cheek. “I don’t know, I think I should go check.” You mutter as you rise to your feet and near the door to the stairs.

Thinking on his feet, Peter swears under his breath before shooting a web on the door handle. “What the fuck, Peter?!” You groan loudly, turning round to face him as he remains silently stunned. “Why won’t you let me help our friends? After all this time, I thought you would understand that I can’t sit on the sidelines, that I need to help.” You can faintly hear the quirks in your accent slipping through as aggression rises in your tone.

Peter can feel his mouth slowly dropping as he hears your accent, something that hasn’t slipped out like this before.

“For the love of God, Peter say somethin’!” You yell, and Peter stutters to himself before stepping closer.

“Your accent?” He mutters, standing right in front of you as he slips his mask off, giving you a half-smile. “It’s cute.” He comments, glancing to your eyes as they roll to the back of your head.

You pat his shoulder playfully before using your powers to melt the webbing from the door and force it open. “We can talk about it later, Spidey,” You tell him as you run down the stairs. “we’ve got work to do!”

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multisugars · 4 years

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𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 — my whole world

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬// 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

decided to step out of my comfort zone and write something a little darker...hope y’all like it!! :)

even the most fragile people succumb to the greatest tragedies. as you anxiously strolled through the empty halls of the hospital your mind couldn’t stop thinking about how much pain and suffering the kindest people experience in their lives. especially when they don’t do anything to deserve it. you thought about how much johnny has been put through specifically. abuse. hatred. abandonment by the only two people in this world that should be the ones wanting to protect him from harm and offer him unconditional love. your heart shattered when you realized that the only true family he’s ever known is the gang....and you. tears welled in your eyes as you stepped into the hospital room. it had been hours since you’ve last seen him. the nurses wouldn’t allow you back because you weren’t considered biological family. but right now you’re all he has. at least, until the rest of the boys show up.

so much had happened in the last few hours and you just wanted to see johnny. a part of you always felt empty without him.

he smiles at you when you finally lock eyes. like he does. even when something is wrong. you’re always telling him how much his smile makes the world more beautiful. the nurses are just finishing up the rest of his stitches. his facial expressions changing every now and then depending on the nurses actions. you reach over and place your hand on his shoulder, not wanting to touch his busted up hand in case it’s still sore. just as he’s about to say something you hear a knock on the door behind you.

as you turn your head it’s no surprise who you see first. dally. of course he’d be the one to show up first. you were always thanking dally for caring so much about johnny, it gave you comfort knowing that the one and only dallas winston had his back, along with everyone else. behind him stood the rest of the gang. two-bits shirt is still covered in blood. your blood.

it all happened so fast. one second you were going to meet johnny at his house and the next you were caught in the middle of a fight between johnny and his parents. your mind went blank, you lost time after you saw his dad violently throwing him to the ground, kicking him as his mom stood watching. you were so furious all you wanted to do was protect him. the next thing you remember is laying on the ground barely able to move, you could faintly make out a few figures running towards you and johnny.

two-bit crouched down beside you, lifting the bottom half of his shirt to your bleeding mouth. you were confused at first because you couldn’t feel any pain. but then you looked down and saw how much you were actually bleeding. but from what? that, you couldn’t remember. sodapop and darry picked johnny up from the ground and carried him over to the car. dally helped two-bit with you, lightly grabbing onto your arm to help you to your feet.

“damn kid you took a hell of a punch,” dal said reaching his hand up to turn your face so he could see the full extent of your injury. “it’s bad but nothing you’ll loose teeth over.”

“she’s bleeding pretty bad though,” two-bit says. “probably from her lip?”

dal nods and you make your way to the car. they put you in the back with johnny and the rest hop into a different vehicle. once you started to come to you were more worried about johnny who had barely even said two words since they moved him.

“his daddy was beating him pretty good, i tried to stop him but i think he hit me before i could even do anything,” you told.

“yeah he knocked ya out cold,” two-bit adds. “we was pulling up right as he went for ya.”

“i just hope he’s okay,” your hand brushes gently against johnny’s bruised cheek.

the car halted in front of the er entrance. you got out so they boys could pull out johnny easily without hurting him even more. the rest of the boys rushed over to you, concern washing over their faces as you turned to them. your injuries weren’t bad. only one hard punch to the face, but it was definitely enough to leave a mark. you could feel your lip was swelled and your blood was beginning to dry around your mouth, leaving a metallic like taste behind whenever you talked. you haven’t seen yourself yet but from the looks you’re getting it can’t be pretty.

the next time you saw johnny was at this moment. he looked so much better. there wasn’t any more blood covering his face and his cheek is all stitched up, it’s looks painful but you’re glad he’s here getting the help he needs. you know if he wouldn’t have been knocked out he would not have agreed to come here.

he didn’t seem upset though, more hurt than anything. sadly this wasn’t the first time he’d been brought here because of his parents. but you were certain it was going to be the last. the rest of the guys approach you and johnny, darry hands you a cute teddy bear that he picked up at the gift shop. two-bit and pony must have stopped by your house as they hand you a clean pair of clothes.

“thanks guys,” you say as softly as you can so your lip doesn’t start to ache.

you head to the bathroom that’s in the back of room. locking the door behind you, quickly changing. it wasn’t something you would picked out for yourself but you knew they were trying and you appreciated the effort. you pulled your hair up in a messy bun, cleaned the blood off your mouth and chin, and put some ointment on your lip before returning back to the boys. johnny seemed to be in better spirits.

“hey y/n..i’m really sorry,” he said as he looked down the floor. “you weren’t suppose to get hurt.”

“johnny...” you sat beside him. “it was my choice okay, i thought i could somehow help the situation but i guess i made it worse,” you shake your head.

“hey now y/n,” darry steps forward. “what you did was brave. there aren’t a lot of people in this world who would jump in the face of danger for a friend,” he pauses. “good on ya kid.”

you smile for the first time that day. dal walks up beside you and gives you a comforting pat on your back before doing the same to johnny. he wasn’t much for hugs or attention in general, but this small gesture spoke volumes.

“okay so i know johnny isn’t about to go back to that hell house tonight, right?” steve adds. “i mean look at the kid.”

“no he’s staying with us,” ponyboy chimes in. “forever if he wants to.”

johnny’s face lights up, his eyes are glassy, almost like he’s holding back tears.

“really darry, ya don’t mind?”

“nah you’re pretty much at our place more the yours anyway and i’d feel a whole lot better knowing that you’re safe.”

johnny gets up from the bed and gives darry the most heartwarming hug you’ve ever seen.

“it’s not like my parents would notice anyway,” he joked.

after you all get your stuff you pack up and get ready to leave. darry somehow convinced the hospital not to contact the police. you were confused as to why at first, but then dally explained if his folks went to jail then there would be no one to look after him, and with him being a minor and all he’d most likely just be sent to a boys home. so the plan was for johnny to stay at the curtis house as much as possible. you offered to go over to johnny’s house tomorrow to pick up any clothes or anything else he needed, but the boys said they’d take care of it.

everyone went their separate ways outside, dal went to bucks, two-bit went home and steve followed. the rest you piled into the car so darry could drive you home. you weren’t looking forward to explaining the fat lip and bruise to your parents but if you told them what happened you knew they’d have some compassion. the drive was about 15 minutes from the hospital to your house. it was silent for the most part. you think to yourself how they must be handling the situation that unfortunately consumed your day. you wish you could start over, but only in a dream is that possible.

darry pulls up into your driveway, you could see your parents light still on. you say your goodbyes one last time before exiting the car. darry waits for you to get to the front door but before you can open it you hear footsteps from behind you. you turn quickly and see johnny. he has his hands stuffed down in his pockets, you could see his breath float into the air from how cold it was outside.

“johnny? something wrong?” you ask concerned.

“no nothing,” he smiles shyly.” i just wanted to to talk to ya.”

he takes a couple deep breathes before stepping a little closer to you. your heart rate beating inside your chest at what feels like mile of minute. he looks up at you his brown eyes glistening from the moonlight.

“i just wanted to say how much i really appreciate you tryin’ to help me today, i know it couldn’t have been easy but you did it.”

“it’s no problem johnny.” you reach over interlocking your fingers with his. “and i’d do it again.”

he looks up at you, clearly in shock that someone would be willing to put themselves in danger for him. his eyes keep going back and fourth from your lips back to your eyes. he wants to kiss you but with your busted lip he decides not too. instead he leans forward kissing your cheek in the most precious way you could ever imagine.

with one last glance between you two he makes his way back towards the car, where you could see the curtis brothers with the biggest smiles of their faces.

before johnny gets back into the car he can’t help but whisper something quietly to himself...

“she changes my whole world...”

#the outsiders imagine #johnny cade #the outsiders #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #stay gold #se hinton

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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Queen of hearts.

Summary: Being tied to the mob was hard...loving someone who was on a side you were fighting against made it even harder.

Warnings: SMUT! Please do not read if you are under 18! Swearing, drinking, male receiving, very slightly dom!reader and sub!brian. He's very sweet in this part. Lil bit of angst.

A/N: Wowowooww! Thank you to everyone who liked the first part!! Again huge shoutout to @borhap-socials for the mob!au idea! Also I just downloaded 'Wasteland, Baby!' So that's why Hozier's songs are in this fic because I have been listening to nothing but that album the past few days. Lyrics are bold italics. Enjoy!💖

Part 2.

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"Do you know much about Brian?" You asked Mary while laying on her bed with your head resting on your hand that was being propped up by your elbow. You had been seeing him for a little over five months now. After meeting him at the party and then through to Monday, you had both texted each other constantly. But those virtual words could never compare with talking to Brian face to face. While walking through the museum with him, you watched as a smile appeared on his face, his nose crinkling and then witnessed his eyes light up. It was heart-fluttering stuff. After five months of being around each other- you now both knew a lot about one another but avoided talking about your families. When the topic came up, both of you would try to quickly move onto another subject. "Aside from what I've told you. Has Freddie told you much about him?"

"I really should be the one asking you all about Brian- not the other way around!" She teasingly giggled and tossed herself down on the bed beside you. "Freddie hasn't said much, I only know they've been friends for a while and that they work alongside each other." You sighed, sitting upright with her and she placed a hand on your lower arm. "I can see that you want to tell him...tell him everything." She was right. Mary knew the true extent of what your father did- it was good having someone to talk to about it when the pressures of having a father that was part of the mob got too much for you. "From what I've heard, Y/N, Brian is very loyal and trustworthy. Now I know there will never be a good time to tell him what you're linked to, or what your family have done for a living all these years but maybe he'd understand?" She smiled. "He might get so nervous that he'd run for the hills however!" She joked and you managed to crack a smile. "But he seems like the type of man who would stand by your side through anything." You nodded and pat her hand, silently thanking her. "Has he told you anything about his family?"

"No, not a thing. I think they know that he's seeing someone...I've told my dad a tiny bit about him but not a lot- I don't want him hunting Brian down and interrogating him so I didn't even tell him his name! I did explicitly warn him to give me some credit and for him to let me try and have a normal relationship with someone without him butting in." You explained. You remembered the day you first told him a few months ago, after Brian had made it official and asked you to be his girlfriend. You were almost certain that time had frozen he had such a quizzical look on his face for such a long time. "I mean- I'm not one to critique because I haven't talked about it either to him...suppose I'm a bit of a hypocrite actually." You dismally huffed, returning to the lack of chat about your respective families. "Maybe I'm just over thinking this whole thing- and maybe you're right." You ran a hand through your hair. "I mean, I don't talk about my family and their background so that might mean he doesn't want to share stuff about his. I hope he doesn't think what we have is one sided..." you worried. "I really like him, Mary. He makes me feel so good about myself and so safe...so normal," you whispered. "I want to be with him. I want him."

She widely grinned "I can see how happy he makes you and I'm so glad you have someone that makes you feel that way!" Mary leaned forward "Speaking of feeling 'so good'..." she suggestively wiggled her eyebrows and you groaned with a grin on your face, falling back on her bed while she did the same only she was giggling. "Have the two of you finally...you know." She jabbed your sides and you flinched.

"We don't want to rush anything, Mary!" You tickled her back. "But I've got my best on underneath my outfit tonight just incase..." you bit down on your lip and she squeaked, clapping her hands. "Talking of tonight...I need to get going. I said I'd meet Brian outside the venue so I better head. I think he's pretty apprehensive about going to a Hozier gig because he doesn't know any songs. He's so cute." You sillily smiled and pecked Mary's cheek before grabbing your coat. "Meet you at the weekend for lunch?"

"Can't wait!" Mary grinned "I'll be expecting all the sweaty, sin-drenched details!" You shot her a glare before heading to the venue. It wasn't a huge gig- your dad had managed to get you tickets for your birthday. You had decided to take Brian who didn't know a single song but he'd go anywhere if it meant spending time with you.

He was was waiting outside for you, constantly glancing up and down from his phone to the street to see if you had arrived yet. "Hey!" You smiled and jogged a little, giving him a quick peck on the lips before you both headed inside hand in hand.

"Missed you," he smiled down at you and you gently squeezed his hand. "You want to wait here and I'll get us a drink?" He asked and you nodded, remaining on the spot while he briefly disappeared. Little did you know that Brian had a conversation very similar to the one you had with Mary, only he confided in Roger.

Brian was worried about messing everything up with you. He had never felt so happy in all his life. You truly understood him as well as he understood himself. He got the drinks but stopped and squinted his eyes when he saw you snapping at someone, pointing your finger at them in warning.

"If you ever touch me again I swear to god it will be the last thing you ever do on this earth..." the man gulped and backed off. The mention of your fathers name was like he had signed his own death wish but then he had to endure your wrath. You made sure he left the place and then turned, gasping slightly when you saw Brian.

"Everything alright?" He asked handing you a bottle of beer.

"Some creep getting handsy...he certainly won't do it again." You said and glanced up to Brian who was looking at you with a twinkle in his eye. "I hope I'm not turning into my father..." you grumbled. Tossing threats was his forte. "He's rather protective." You were barely dipping your toe in the water with the small mention of him.

"I'm not surprised...you're precious." He grinned at you like you were the best dream he had ever had.

Your bashfully smiled but your eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly seeing him just look at you, the twinkle wasn't disappearing. "What?"

The minuscule amount of power radiating off you sent his emotions into overdrive. And that wasn't even you letting it all out. "Nothing...nothing it's just- no one fucks with you, huh?" Knowing you could handle yourself and witnessing it firsthand did something for Brian. He had never seen anyone do that before- most relied on him to do the heavy lifting and fight and defend. He would do it for you in a heartbeat- but hell! He'd probably be asking you to defend him soon if you were like that or ten times more riled up.

You smirked and let Brian hold you against him, one of his hands found their way into the front pocket of your jacket while his cheek was pressed against your temple, your free hand softly securing his arms to you. "You're damn right they don't," you said but slowly turned your head and looked up to Brian. "Unless I want them too..." he gulped hard and squeezed his bottle a little bit. What made it even worse that the first song sung was 'Nothing Fucks With My Baby'. A fitting choice, he thought. Brian almost melted on the spot feeling you sway against him to the slow tempo. You saw his lips moving, he was singing the lyrics. "You know the song?" You asked, shock apparent in your voice.

"Yeah," Brian leaned forward to speak in your ear, both of you now focusing your eyes on the stage. "I know you like his music so I tried to learn some songs before the show so I could sing along with you."

You swore your heart stopped. You had to blink away tears in your eyes. You fully turned to Brian and hugged him "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," you pulled back and cupped his cheek, his hand resting on the bottom of your back. "Thank you." You both shared a small, sweet kiss as one song transitioned into another. The lyrics 'Be like the love that discovered sin' floated around the both of you as the music briefly suspended itself in the air and you both held each other a little tighter- sharing a longing look before you both sang out the lyrics together, belting them out at the top of your lungs.

"Which side of the war will suffer that cost? Oh lover, be good to me!"

You both didn't know how poignant those words would eventually be. But what mattered was the now. You laced your fingers with Brian's when he turned you around to face the stage and held you against his chest again. Every so often his lips would press to the back of your neck or just below your ear. It sent a chill down your spine each time. When the gig was dwindling down you tilted your head so you could face Brian and looked at him with a glint of lust in your eyes. "Are you going to take me home to yours tonight? Because I'd like it if you did."

He did.

Brian took you to a flat he had bought a few years ago. It was reasonably roomy but still felt cosy yet also otherworldly when the curtains were drawn back and you could see most of London. It looked like space when night fell. All the little dots of light looked like stars. He used the place to escape from his reality- when he needed a breather he'd go to the flat and play guitar until his fingers bled. "Y/N..." Brian spoke your name like he had been challenged with the task of holding the words most expensive and delicate vase his voice was so tender and soft.

His flat was filled with a hazy yellow glow from the lamps he had turned on. You leaned your back against the wall and held your hand out, motioning him to come closer. He kissed you with such dexterity that it almost seemed that his life depended on it. Your middle and index finger trailed over the side of his neck and jawline before you brought them around and placed the two on his chin, pushing him back the tiniest bit. His brows furrowed in confusion. "I want to savour this..." you whispered and let your fingers fall down the column of his neck and then the top of his chest where it was on show for everyone to see because Brian had left his shirt slightly unbuttoned. With closed eyes, you leaned forward and pressed an innocent kiss to his chest. Your lips tingled from the vibrations when he hummed contently. His head fell back a little and your eyes opened. "I want to take my time with you, Brian..." you softly spoke and grabbed some of his curly hair, tugging it and pulling his head further back. You knew he loved that. A loud moan escaped Brian's barely parted lips as you kissed his exposed neck, he whined uncontrollably and desperately under his breath at how benign you were being.

"You don't have to, we have all the time in the world to do this as many times as you want. You don't have to be gentle with me...I'm not a China doll, Y/N." Brian's voice sounded tight and hoarse. His hands rubbed up and down your arms as you continued kissing him. "You can be as rough as you want. Ruin me. Wreck me." You stopped kissing and pulled back, slowly releasing the grip of his hair. You looked at each other intently for a split second before doing just as he asked. You attacked his mouth with deep, wild kisses while your teeth nipped away at his lips until they were bright pink and slightly swollen. When you brushed your tongue over them it eased the tantalising, dull ache. You both made it to his bedroom, Brian fell down on his bed and propped himself up with his elbows. You bit down on your lip seeing the bulge in his jeans.

He apologised profoundly with a blush spread across his cheeks, thinking he was going to fast for you. Brian, bless his heart, even tried to sort himself out but you grabbed his wrists. "Don't apologise. I'm glad I have the effect on you." You winked and moved your head forward, pressing a soft kiss to his clothed cock before applying more pressure and making him squirm under you. "Do you want to me help you with that?" You asked and Brian frantically nodded, already clashing hands with you as you both tried to remove his belt and trousers. He lay in bed wearing his boxers and the shirt he was wearing, it was starting to cling to his body as he started to sweat. Especially when you began to strip off before him. He groaned seeing the red and black number under your clothes.

"You had that on all night?" His breaths were more like pants at this point. You nodded with a cheeky grin before helping him out of his shirt. "God you are so, so gorgeous, baby." You pinched at the material of his boxers and looked at him in the eye, a silent ask if it was alright to pull them off. "Go ahead," Brian encouraged and you slowly pulled them down, moaning a little while taking in Brian and all his glory. You began kissing his chest, making your way down towards his stomach, at that point Brian ran his hand through your hair and kept it there. You reached his hips and sucked at the sensitive skin just under his hipbone and he cried out in sheer pleasure when you bit down on it, leaving a small little mark there and reminding Brian for the next few days that your mouth was a very powerful thing. But what you did next would remind him of that for the rest of his life. "Fucking- J-Jesus! Fuck!" He moaned and gripped your hair harder along with your shoulder as your mouth took his entire length. His cock twitched slightly feeling the warmth and wetness of your mouth surround it, moaning even louder when he heard you gag a little on his length. "Oh fuck, like that!" Brian's back began to arch and his shoulders drove themselves into his mattress as you began to bob your head up and down. You pulled back and brushed your tongue over his balls while your hand gripped onto his cock and you began pumping him. His whole body jolted with pleasant surprise. If this was you just getting started then Brian couldn't wait for what was going to come. Although he had a funny feeling it would be him shortly if you kept up with what you were doing. "Holy fuck, Y/N," he brokenly cried and screwed his eyes shut. He held his breath feeling your mouth engulf his cock once more and then released that breath along with a moan and streams of hot cum down your throat.

You slowly and gently sucked him off as he came down from his body-trembling high. "Did that help?" You innocently asked and Brian tiredly laughed. He opened his eyes and sat up against the headboard. He stretched out his arms and you settled in his lap, softly peppering kisses to his lips and vice versa, hands tender caressing each other from the shoulders upwards. Brian's hands made a small detour and unhooked your bra. He carefully removed it and tried to hold back a moan but completely failed and pathetically groaned at your bare chest.

"You're the most beautiful thing in the whole universe..." he cupped your breast with his hand and began to knead and squeeze it. You gently moaned feeling him caress your body with those huge, soft hands of his. "Louder for me baby," Brian's tone of voice jumped between a beg and a command. His mouth attached themselves to the nipple of your other breast and you let a moan rip through your chest as you leaned back a little to let Brian have better access to you. "You sang so loud earlier...I'm going to make you sing even louder and more sweeter than before." He gave you a small kiss and you jumped off of him for a moment to swiftly remove your underwear, he watched you and stroked himself seeing you standing in his room with nothing on before you straddled his legs again.

Both your hands rested on his shoulders, your fingers gently tickling his skin. Brian's chest was steadily rising and falling deeply. His eyes were taking in every part of you. "Do you have...?" You trailed off and Brian caught on to what you were asking. He held you with an arm while reaching across to grab a condom from his drawer. He flustered as he tried to get it open "Let me..." you offered with a smile and took it off of him, then kept your eyes locked to his as you rolled it down his length. Brian couldn't help but moan- he was always in control but seeing you taking the wheel was a exhilarating change for him.

"That is so fucking sexy," he growled and you shyly smiled.

"Ready?" You whispered and Brian nodded. You lowered yourself on him, gasping and gripping at his skin feeling him fill you up.

Brian let out a loud whine- he was on cloud nine with your mouth around him but your soaking heat had taken him to heaven. You remained stationary for a moment and met Brian's gaze. You softly smiled and gave each other a sweet kiss before you began bouncing up and down. Brian tightly held your waist as he watched you move in awe. Your hands moved to the headboard and you tightly gripped it as you moved faster and faster, letting loud whimpers and moans leave your mouth. Brian leaned his head back against the headboard and admired the view of your sweat kissed body and bouncing tits. You knew what you wanted and Brian loved watching that unfold right in front of him. "Ah! Fuck!" Brian groaned and squirmed under you as your mouth pressed a line of kisses from his upper chest to his neck before you hovered your face close to his. "Please..." he softly begged for another release.

"Bri...Bri...I'm so close!" You panted and a hand wrapped around the back of his neck as your mouth opened and you let out a high-pitched moan, holding him as close as you could to you. Your whole body shook and you had to stop moving momentarily as an orgasm washed over you. Brian picked up from where you left off and thrusted his hips against you, the sound of skin slapping together mixed with the moaning of names was enough to bring take him to his high again. You held his head in your arms, his chin pressing against your chest for a moment as he loudly cried out in pleasure before you moved back to take a good look at each other with tired smiles.

You knew you both eventually had to move so you pushed yourself off of him by placing your hands on his thighs and getting up. Brian let out a deep sigh feeling the lack of heat around him. You both quickly cleaned yourselves up, Brian gave you an old top to sleep in while he just opted for a pair of boxers. You lay on his bare thighs when you got back into bed, mindlessly tracing your finger over his skin while he looked down at you with a ghost of a smile on his face and a hand stroking your hair. You glanced up and you both watched each other for a few moments.

"I love you."

Your voice was layered on top of Brian's. You had both uttered those three words at the same time as each other when you were somewhere in between post serendipity and sleep. You sat up and placed your head on the pillow beside him. The pair of you were completely and utterly off your heads with pleasure and joy. It was just the both of you- no family problems hanging over either of you right now.

No one would ever know how soft and submissive Brian was, he had a reputation. Only you would know that side of him.

No one would ever know how wild and passionate you were, you had a persona to keep up with. Only Brian would know that side of you.

Only the two of you would ever know what you were really both like.

You fell asleep holding each other. You were slightly disappointed when you didn't feel him beside you the next morning. You hadn't opened your eyes yet as your body adjusted to a new day but you could hear the mellow plucking of a guitar. You turned in the bed and smiled seeing Brian sitting on the chair next to the bed, drenched in hazy sunlight pouring through the curtains as he serenaded you in your sleep. Now that you were awake, he could play a little louder. "Morning..." he sang and you widely grinned, rubbing your eyes and stretching out your limbs. You wish you could wake up like that every single day.

"Good morning," you pulled the sheets to your chest and buried yourself in them while watching Brian play guitar in his boxers. "You're rather good..." you tiredly grinned. Brian had never seen so many beautiful sights in such a short amount of time. All of them you.

"At what?" He strummed the strings before putting the instrument down and leaning forward to give you a long kiss.

"Everything..." you whispery breathed out with a suggestive undertone. Your fingers brushed over his jaw "I really do love you..." you confessed.

"Good, because I really love you too." Brian kissed you. "Let me make you some breakfast before you head home, love." You didn't refuse that and watching Brian cook in his boxers was something not to miss. In fact, you liked it so much you managed to snap a photo of the sight on your phone. "When will I see you next?" He asked and you pondered for a moment.

"Probably Tuesday," you sat down at the table, tucking your leg underneath yourself. You thanked him as he placed a plate of pancakes in front of you and pressed his lips to your temple. "Said I'd meet Mary at the weekend and then got some stuff to do with my dad..." you looked at Brian between your lashes. You were dipping your toe again. You didn't want to tell him like this so you decided to change the subject, mentally scolding yourself for doing so but the morning was too good to talk about what your father does. "I like the way you've decorated the place." You said, glancing around at all the little bits and bobs that suited Brian. Brian nodded with a tight smile. He was about to take the plunge and explain what his family did for a living but you moved on before he could. Not like he would have done anyway...he felt like the morning was too perfect to spoil.

•••

Tuesday was closer than either of you thought, not that you or Brian minded. You had met with Mary at the weekend and told her some details of what happened.

She choked on her cappuccino when you told her that both you and Brian confessed your love for one another...at the same time. She screamed into her beverage with every sentence you spoke. You couldn't help but smile and laugh at her reaction.

The next day however, your day was dampened with the fact you had to be in meetings all day with your father as he discussed deals and tactics. He considered you his advisor. Your father had warned you in advance that a dinner had been arranged on Wednesday evening between your family and your rivals in attempts to cool the burning feud and come to some sort of agreement. And you were ordered to attend with him.

Brian also had to deal with business on his fathers behalf. He had spent half an hour trying to get blood out from under his fingernails and were it had dried in on his shirt. He hated the life he was made to live. He wanted the life he had when he spent time with you. Just lots of love, normality and soft music.

You had picked up dinner on the way to Brian's house, he was thankful that you brought something in because he was far too exhausted and drained to make anything. After dinner you both snuggled up on the sofa and watched a movie. Your eyes wandered around his house again and you found a pack of cards on his table along with some magazines and scattered plectrums. You leaned over picked them up, mindlessly shuffling them. "Do you like poker?" Brian asked, intently watching you.

You looked around to him and proudly smirked "I am the queen of poker!" You sat back and Brian wrapped and arm around you.

"Let's play then," he kissed your cheek and sat on the other side of the sofa to clear a space for the cards to go. "Let's see how good you really are! I bet you won't win a single game against me!" Brian challenged with a wink.

You sinfully smirked "If you're so sure of yourself then let's make it interesting..." Brian raised a curious brow. "Strip poker."

He let out a small chuckle "Alright- you're on!" He was eager to play, after all, he'd be the one looking at you lying naked on his couch while he still had everything on and had all the power for a change. You won the first round but after winning continuously round after round, Brian soon found out that you really were the queen of poker.

"Royal flush," you grinned and placed the cards you had down in front of you. The pair of you had moved the the soft, shaggy rug on Brian's floor. His clothes draping off the sofa and other bits sprawled over the floor. You had yet to lose a game. "Ace of spades and queen of hearts." You winked "Brian!" You said his name in a sing-song voice "You've still got one more piece of clothing on..." you teased.

Playfully rolling his eyes and standing up with a defeated sigh, he stripped off his boxers. You swallowed hard and bit your bottom lip at the sight of him while your fingers gathered up the cards. Brian glanced down at himself when you started dealing another game. "What am I meant to do if I lose?" He gradually sunk to his knees with a confused look washed over his face. "I'm not wearing anything." You looked up to him, he felt completely exposed.

"Then you can start stripping me."

Brian swore he died right there and then hearing how dark your voice sounded. As if it was an order rather than a playful remark. You dealt out the cards and this time Brian won. You smirked and removed one of your shoes with a cocky smile on your face.

"That's it!" Brian pounced on you and you giggled against his lips while the feverishly kissed you, his nimble fingers starting to remove articles of your clothing. You could feel how hard he was through your jeans.

You raised a brow at him and gently grabbed his hands. "You didn't win."

Brian looked at you up and down with eyes and a heart full of love. "Oh believe me...I've won." He pulled you up off the floor and lead you to his bedroom.

•••

"Can you play a song for me before I get out of your bed?" You asked Brian at ten the next morning. He grinned and got out of bed, giving you a long, soft kiss first.

He grabbed his guitar and finely tuned it a little. You watched him, cozily curled up in his sinned sheets. He tucked his hair behind his ears and it made you smile. When he did that it showed the purple bruises blossoming on his neck. It was a reminder of last night when he begged and pleaded you to bite as hard as you could and never stop.

You began blushing at those thoughts but they were disrupted when Brian started talking. "I've been practicing the one you like...'Movement'." Brian's eyes flickered up to you for a split second before he started to play and sing. He emphasised certain lyrics- indicating that it was all for you. "When you move, I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be. When you move, I could never define all that you are to me..." that made you tear up a little.

Before you knew it, he had finished and as much as you'd both like to spend the day like that, you had to leave and go home to get ready.

You handed Brian his discarded shirt and narrowed your eyes at the dot of blood on the collar. "Cut yourself while shaving?" You asked and showed him. Brian didn't know what to say so just nodded yes. You placed a kiss to a spot on his face "Be careful...although I suppose I could kiss it better." You smirked and Brian just about managed to crack a smile. After dozens of 'I love you's and 'goodbyes' and kisses- you finally left Brian's flat. An hour later, he headed back to his parents house and was told that they were going out for dinner. A business dinner.

•••

"I don't think this is a very good idea..." you told your father while getting out the car at the restaurant to meet with the rival family. You sent Jim, your chief guard, a small smile when he shut the door behind you. You adored Jim, he was a huge help and always kept an eye out for you. He was more like a close friend than a guard.

"What could go wrong? Mutual ground for both of us. It's just that idiot in there that needs to start backing off-"

"Dad..." you lowly warned seeing him get so agitated and angry already. He wasn't even in the damn building yet.

"I've done nothing wrong!" He defended and you raised an unconvinced brow in as if to say 'Are you sure about that?'

You walked behind him to the table and heard murmurs of introductions being tossed back and forth. You looked up from your feet and froze. The person you were looking at did the same.

Now this was the definition of sleeping with the enemy.

"This is my daughter, Y/N." Your father introduced you.

The man standing across from you pushed a tall, lanky, curly haired boy forward. "And this is my son, Brian."

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irwintry · 5 years

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Garden Guru

Warnings: swearing

Author’s Note: i should rly work on some new stuff

Word Count: 6k

You didn't understand your mother's love for Gerber daisies. Personally, you were a petunia gal yourself. The yard had plenty of each, along with a million other flowers that had been purchased in spurts throughout the year. Ever since you could remember, the garage of your family home never housed cars, but pots and planters instead to contribute to your mother's love for gardening.

This "love" spread elsewhere by the time you were fourteen. She'd gathered enough money to buy out the old abandoned fresh food market on Locust Ave, and in under a year, the final renovations revealed a spectacular flower shop made with all kinds of love. The porch was filled with annuals and perennials, even succulents that you talked her into ordering. She asked you to paint the great big sign that would dangle from the entrance, and even though you've never been much of an artist, you complied. Betty Bloom Florals was now open.

While you were away at college, your mother ran the shop all by herself. She felt thankful for summers especially; sales were out the wazoo and you were there right by her side. When she wasn't managing Betty Bloom, she was offering herself off as a gardener for anyone willing to pay the fees. Her background in landscape landed her roles through the Parks and Recreation department of the town, which made it harder for her to "be the boss". Though she didn't necessarily sell Betty Bloom, it opened under new management. Now, she owned but never operated.

The yard of your childhood home was your favorite landscape design of all time. The patch of green by the back fence housed a willow with a tire swing younger Y/N used to love. To its left, a fairly large greenhouse (for a backyard, at least) sat, filled to the brim with flowers, fruits, and veggies. Just off of the porch, a stone path hugged by two ginormous flower gardens led back to the greenhouse.

The garden your mother created was the love of your life. When she couldn't tend to it, you took charge. She wasn't picky per se, but often, she'd tell you what she would have preferred. Nonetheless, she never complained. It wasn't just her garden; it was yours as well.

It was the summer before your senior year. Working was going to be the same as every year had been since you started high school, but those plans fell short when your mother asked you to help out with landscaping instead. You jumped at the opportunity; however, that meant more days cooped up at home in her office while the two of you tried to agree on many, many decisions.

You loved being the daughter of a florist/ gardener because most of the time, life felt so simple.

"Y/N?"

You hummed, stirring in your sleep as you dreamt about what you would be doing now if you had gone to Hogwarts. Would you be an Auror? Okay, maybe not. They're, like, the elite... You've got to be really good.

"Y/N!" That voice was no longer a whisper, and you were no longer thinking about wandering through the Ministry of Magic and glaring at the certain wizards you disliked.

"Hmm?" You blinked your eyes open, but they had nothing to adjust to. It was still pitch dark in your room. Maybe you were hearing things. You closed your eyes again.

"Y/N." It was your mother's voice. "I think there are kids in our backyard."

"Mmm kay."

"Y/N."

"What?"

"There are kids in our backyard," she repeated.

Your eyes shot back open, and you nearly sprung out of bed to take ahold of her arms. "The flowers!"

"Yeah, the flowers," she mocked, folding her arms meanwhile freeing herself from your tight grip. She glanced toward the window that faced the backyard and nodded towards it. "Maybe you can open your window and listen in."

"Won't they hear me?" you asked. Your stomach began to hurt; you had gotten up way too fast.

She shrugged. "Yeah, and? I think they're drunk. And, they're ruining our garden."

You liked that she said our garden, even though most of the gardening had been done by her before you came back from school. You huffed and stomped over to the window, kneeling down so you could get a good angle to open the window. You tried your best to keep quiet as you did so, but apparently, they hadn't heard a thing.

"Have you fucking found any?" one asked after a long moment of rustling.

"I can't see jack shit, Luke," another replied. "Get off my butt."

You looked back to your mother, even though she was barely a visible silhouette. The kids below had flashlights – off of their phones most likely, and they were shining all over the place. There looked to be about five or six separate people darting around the yard.

"I think I found so– Nah, sorry, it was an actual weed."

Behind you, your mother huffed. "I don't have weeds."

That was when it hit you. They didn't happen upon your yard randomly while trying to sneak out somewhere, they were trying to find pot. That was also something your mother didn't have (to the extent of your knowledge), so naturally, these drunk boys were trespassing for no real reason at all.

"That's what they want," you whispered.

"What?"

"They're looking for weed," you said. "Not weeds." You shut the window slowly and began in the direction of the stairs to the first floor. "You don't happen to grow pot, do you?"

Your mother gasped as she followed you. "Oh my gosh, you're kidding me! That's what they're looking for?"

"Yep."

You opened the sliding glass door with a loud bang, and immediately a bunch of distressed swears followed. A second later, you had switched on the light. Both you and your mom stood with your arms crossed, but when the light illuminated your backyard, only one perpetrator could be found. The tall blond boy was staring at the two of you, his eyes wide and watery, his mouth hung wide open. His hands were shaky as he held them up, meanwhile shining you right in the eye with his flashlight.

"I-I-I'm– I'm s-so– "

"What's your name, sweetie?" your mother questioned slowly, her tone sharp yet calm.

He swallowed, hardly moving anything but his mouth or head. "L-Luke."

"Ah," you chuckled. "You're Luke. Did you get off of that guy's butt?"

It would have been a better joke if Luke hadn't looked so damn terrified. A part of you wanted to shrug and tell him to get the hell out; he looked too scared to be guilty of anything. But then, you took a look at the garden. Your mother seemed to be on the same page, for she had to sit down on a patio chair to keep her heart from racing too hard.

"We're calling the police," you said, trying your best to sound stern. In reality, you wanted to go back to bed. You wanted to curl up under your sheets and go back to dreaming about live in the wizarding world, but now you were having to deal with a cute trespasser with drunk intentions just to find weed.

He began shaking his head, and even from far away, you could see his lip trembling. "Please, I'll– I'll do anything."

"I'm sorry, but– "

"Anything?" your mother asked. The question itself sounded as sketchy as it was written. She uncrossed her legs before standing up, her arms still folded while she stared this Luke guy down.

He nodded. He still hadn't moved otherwise.

"You've torn my garden to shreds for what– weed?" She had a way of scaring people without yelling, something you realized early on when you were a child. It was her discipline tactic. "Gardens don't take minutes to plant and grow, so my proposition for you is– "

"Anything," he said. "Promise." This poor Luke needed a break.

"I'll give you the tools, and you fix my garden back up just the way I had designed it." Your mom walked back to the sliding door. "Come back here tomorrow at nine in the morning. You're pulling everything."

"I-I... I don't know how to garden."

She shrugged. "Y/N will show you."

You had been nodding along, and the sentence almost escaped you. Your eyes widened as your head snapped in her direction. "What? No. This is all his fault." And his other friends' of course, but if you knew guys any better, you knew that there was no way he'd be able to get his other friends to help. They weren't in the kind of trouble he was. Surely, he was going to be pissed at them.

"You work for me, so I'm asking you to help him out," she whispered to you. "Look at those eyes. Maybe you'll fall for the felon."

You sighed and glanced back at Luke. His arms were starting to lower back to his sides, but his sad eyes were as large as Jupiter. You didn't want to admit that your mother made a convincing argument; now that you'd gotten a better look at him, he was as cute as a button. And, he was so freakin' tall. How on earth a normal human could look like the embodiment of Gumby, you had no idea.

You glanced around at the stirred-up hell he and his friends created, the anger bubbling in your stomach at the thought of the hard work you and your mom put into the garden. Now, you had to do it all over again, this time with a stranger that caused it all. But, your mom was right; you work for her.

"Fine," you said. "Nine tomorrow. Bring money. We've got a lot of shit to buy because of you."

He nodded, holding back a gulp as your mother prepared to head back inside. "Thank you." His voice had strained confidence in it, almost as if he was now trying to sound less-wimpy.

Truly, you didn't think he was a wimp. If you had been in his shoes, you would be terrified of getting arrested as well. The thing was, you liked the fact that he was scared. He deserved it for the mess he made.

You gave him a smile. "Don't thank us yet, Gumby."

You half-expected this kid to show up twenty minutes early (mostly because he looked so damn scared the night prior, so you figured he'd do anything to make it up to the both of you), but when he arrived at 9:30 in a flannel and jeans, you couldn't help but laugh. This was what you had to work with, someone who showed up late and in inappropriate clothing for the job.

"Are we going to like, Lowes or something?" Luke asked as he approached you on the front porch. He looked hungover and exhausted, but he was no longer in shock like he had been last night.

You slung your small backpack over your shoulder and brushed passed him without a second glance. "Sammi's Greenhouse. I hope you got a nice dandy playlist for the hour-long drive."

"Hour?" he questioned. He hadn't moved from his spot on the path to your house while you were now getting in the driver's seat of your car. "What the fu– "

You shut the door and turned on the ignition. When you looked back at him, he was rolling his eyes and finally making his way to the car. So, what? He was annoyed? You were dreading this now, and you were definitely going to text your mother a super long message once you arrived at Sammi's. By this rate, you were sure this garden would take the entire summer to manage. It would be too late by then.

"What are we going that far fo'?" he asked as he slid in the passenger seat. He made a face as he took in the interior of your car. Sure, it was somewhat messy, but Betsy had been through hell and back with you. "It's gonna take us all fuckin' day to get this dumb garden fixed."

"Listen, Gumby– " You took a breath as you began backing out of the driveway. "Clearly, you don't know shit about gardening, so how 'bout you start off by not speaking at all. Okay? You're damn lucky we're not reporting you. Suck it up and follow everything I do. You're already a pain in my ass and we haven't even left the neighborhood."

"Jesus... fine," he whispered as he began playing with the rings on his fingers.

"And, I hate to break it to you bud, but this dumb garden is going to take a little longer than one stupid day to fix," you continued. You were trying not to make your nerves known through your tone.

"What?"

Your eyes widened; his "what" had been so high and loud, you nearly slammed your foot on the brakes.

"How long's this gonna fuckin' take?" Meanwhile, as he spoke, he slipped on a pair of sunglasses that looked way too expensive to be worn in a car like Betsy. In fact, he looked way too expensive for Betsy. It made you wonder why he was scavenging around your garden for weed when he could most likely get as many grams as his dumbass wanted.

"Well," you said with a sigh, "to plant... maybe a week. Which, in all honesty, is the minimum approximate time I can give you. It's a big garden, and everything needs to be perfect to satisfy my mom. If one marigold is where a petunia should be, then I wouldn't be surprised if she threatened the police on you again. I mean, hell, Gumby, you all fucking dug up almost the entire garden."

"How do you know I didn't work alone?" he questioned, surprise lacing his tone. "Also, why do you keep calling me that?"

"What? Gumby?" you asked innocently. "You know Gumby, right?"

"That clay dude?"

"Yeah, you look like him," you said. You turned down Locust Ave.

"I do not."

"Hm, kinda do."

"No, fuck you, I– "

"Anyway, my mom and I heard you all from my bedroom." You didn't want to bicker with him at this early in the morning. "You guys weren't necessarily trying to be quiet."

"We were drunk." Luke had his entire body facing away from you as he watched the buildings go by outside. His fingers were drumming along the side while he spoke.

You chuckled. "Yeah, we know, dumbass." You took a short pause before continuing on with your previous thoughts. "But... not only are you going to help plant the garden, but I'm assuming my mom wants you to help tend to it too so you can count on being at my house a lot more than just a week, that's for sure."

"What the fuck," he muttered under his breath.

"Get some tunes ready, sweetie," you said. You certainly didn't like being around Luke, but you hoped to at least get along with him eventually. "It's gonna be a long road ahead."

Luke groaned but pulled out his phone nevertheless.

"So..."

"So?"

"You got a Pokey, Gumby?" You couldn't stop smiling.

He huffed. "Fuck off."

You knew the flowers your mother liked to plant off the top of your head, but apparently, it would have been helpful if you had written things down. On your own, shopping would have been fine; however, you were with Luke who had no idea how to tell the difference between hydrangeas and dahlias (which, quite honestly, you weren't that peeved about considering the fact that they were placed right next to each other in the greenhouse and the blooms were the same color).

"What do you think of these?" you asked as you glanced around at the pansies. It had already been about an hour since you arrived, and Luke was certainly having the time of his life as you took ten minutes picking out which flowers you deemed perfect. "My mom is kind of lenient sometimes when it comes to the flowers I prefer. Orange or blue?"

"Look, I literally don't– "

"Orange or blue?" you repeated, now agitated. He had been pissy ever since you arrived – well, he had been pissy all damn day technically.

"Blue," he replied. "How much is this all gonna be anyway? I don't need my bank callin' and askin' why I purchased a thousand dollars' worth of fucking flowers."

You shrugged. "Maybe they'll just assume you've actually found a passion for once in your life."

Luke clearly did not like your response. Not only had you avoided his question about the price, but you had also insulted his personality in a way. Granted, you knew nothing about him, so it was rude to assume he had no passions. Maybe he wanted to be an astronaut. He'd have to behave a bit better to get there.

"I'm in a band," he seethed. "I'd honestly rather be in jail right now than be here with you."

You laughed, but it stung. Laughter was your coping mechanism. Humor – in general – made you pretend to feel better about a lot of things. "'m sure bail is much more than this garden will ever cost, sweetie."

"Okay, don't call me that," he said. "Again, how much is this going to be?"

You tried to think back to previous years while you eyed the impatiens. According to your mother's garden plan, you needed a lot of those. You hadn't gone shopping with her since before college, and now you were nearly about to start your last year. Her garden designs had certainly changed since then, but you couldn't imagine the prices being too terribly different.

"A few hundred," you answered honestly. "Not more than five, I believe."

You couldn't tell if he believed you, but he stayed silent for the first time since the two of you met completely sober this morning. Luke rubbed his eyes and pushed the cart closer to you so you could begin loading a few plastic pots. Poor old Betsy would not be able to handle this load, so, like in years past, you would have to get Peter to transport a few as well.

Peter was a friend of your family's. He had been working at Sammi's for as long as you could remember, and ever since you and your mom became garden goddesses, he had been helping you out. Most often, he'd take the heavy load of flowers or bushes in his pick-up, and then you'd give him a generous tip at the end. Even though Luke was paying for the whole purchase, you were going to give Peter the tip for personal reasons.

"'m not sure this is even legal," Luke mumbled after a few quiet minutes.

You winced; you had been hoping for more silence. "What?"

"You should've taken me to court," he said, "and then you could've given the judge an alternative. According to the law, 'm not sure you and your mum can make the rules."

"You scratch our back, we'll scratch yours."

"Don't think that's the case, darlin'," he replied, and he even cracked a smile. That was the first time he had given you a genuine smile that wasn't a fake or mean laugh of some sorts.

You put one foot up onto the cart and began pushing with the other so you could ride with it. The weight of the many flowers kept the whole thing from tipping over with you. Behind you, Luke muttered a "Jesus" under his breath, but he laughed anyway.

"You do it, too, Gumby." You nodded towards his own cart – also full of flowers. It was most likely time to start loading the car before coming back for more. "Make fun of this escapade."

He simply shook his head as he unbuttoned his flannel one or two times. "There's nothing fun about this escapade. I wouldn't even call it an escapade. And, dunno if ridin' a damn cart like a four-year-old will make it any better."

You shrugged again. "Not with that attitude." You were kind of surprised with how well you and Luke got along, despite the fact that it appeared you two disliked each other strongly. Truthfully, you were starting to like bantering with him, and you could tell he was lying about not having fun. At least you were having fun. "Hey, can I ask ya somethin'?" You sped down an aisle, kicking the concrete as if you were riding a scooter.

Luke trailed slowly behind you as he said, "you just did."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, stupid. Whatever. Why were you and your friends in our yard anyway? Why did you think we had weed?"

"Someone pranked us, I think," he answered and pulled his cart up next to you. "Need geraniums?"

"Yes, thank you." You eyed the many colors and began picking the pots up one-by-one.

"Mhm."

"Pranked you?" you asked, picking up a pot of lavender-colored geraniums and putting them into your very full cart. "How so?"

Luke let out a cough. It sounded like he was clearing his throat, but it came out much louder than he probably suspected. "We were tryin' to find some at this party because my friend Cal's dealer didn't show, and this one dude gave us the address to your house because he said the owner's – you and your mum – grew some. Think he just knew you both loved gardening 'n shit. I do feel terrible."

"'s quite a story," you said. "Ya looked fucking guilty last night, so I get you're sorry. Sorry you have to endure all of this with me."

He chuckled softly. "You're all right, I guess. I just don't know shit about gardening."

You set one last geranium into your cart and turned to Luke with a great big grin. "I'm the garden guru, sweetie. Just wait, by the end of this summer, you'll know everything there is to know about gardening."

"Again, don't call me sweetie."

You sent him a wink. "Let's get ready for round two, sweetie. Time to buy some bulbs."

The first week went better than you had imagined it to. Luke finally knew how to dress appropriate for gardening and hot weather, and the two of you no longer sent each other glares when the other said something wrong. At least, by this point, you both knew what not to say.

You were glad a portion of the garden had been salvageable. Some of the perennials were still a-okay, so you didn't have to buy as many bulbs as you did with buying pots of annuals. However, you did have to buy a shit ton of soil because your mother insisted that the other was soiled. She joked about it, but you were somewhat annoyed because that was more work than needed.

So, the garden was looking... better.

Luke could only work in the mornings due to his actual job in the afternoon, which meant that not a lot would get done. On the days he was late, his presence felt pointless. It took over a week to actually get one thing planted. He and his friends had unrooted nearly everything (aside from that one portion), plus the greenhouse was a fucking disaster.

As a token of your mother's gratitude, she offered you up to make Luke lunch on the days he was working. While you weren't happy about it, you did it nevertheless. He hadn't put up a fight since the proposal was offered the night he trespassed. His attitude surely sucked sometimes, but he did want to make it up to the both of you. The least you could do was feed him.

He met your dog Bubbles on a Tuesday. Your dog was nervous around people, so it was a slow introduction that ended in Luke being attacked with kisses. It shocked you at first. In all of your years of owning Bubbles, he had never once been fond of any of your friends. You hoped he liked Luke solely because you weren't friends.

"Why do you have animal crackers?" he asked on a Friday morning. It had been two weeks since he began helping to fix the garden. A lot of things had been planted, and the next plan was to figure out where to get replica items for your mother's old fairy garden. "And, what are Whales?" Luke tossed you the box of Cheez-It's you had asked him to reach for you since he was standing, and the food was in the top cupboard. "Why do you need these many crackers?"

"Stop being mean," you whined with a pout. "Those are the frosted animal crackers, and they're good. And, you have to try Whales. They're like better Cheez-It's."

"Then why are you eating Cheez-It's?"

"Shut it, Gumby."

Luke mocked your tone with incoherent words but he still opened the box of Whales. You watched as he took a few in his mouth, and you waited for his reaction after he finished chewing.

He hummed. "Not bad. Not better than the white cheddar Cheez-It's though."

"Oh no," you gasped. "You like white cheddar? Have fun in jail."

"Ha-ha." Luke turned to the fridge, but before he opened it, he examined the magnets and pictures on the front. "Is this you?"

"Hm?"

He held up the picture of a little girl – you – holding up two lollipops with a cute grin on your face. You were always told that you wore your happiness well as a child. You had been so excited to win lollies in school that your mother actually kept the picture.

"I won a spelling bee," you said. "Got two lollipops as a reward."

"Huh, cool."

"The final word was knives," you chuckled. "I don't know why I remember that, but I also remember feeling confused as to why the other kid didn't know how to spell it."

Luke set the picture back under a magnet and opened the fridge. "You were cute," he said as he pulled out a yogurt. "Can I have this?"

You nodded. "Did you just compliment me, Gumby?" You pretended to be shocked, even faked a gasp, but you actually were kind of surprised he had said that.

"I said were, darlin'," he replied with a smirk. "Why would I compliment someone who calls me Gumby?"

"It's endearing."

"Not one bit, Pokey."

You let out another gasp, except this time, this one was as real as climate change (which is very, very real). "I'm your Pokey? I'm so honored."

Luke rolled his eyes as he peeled the film lid off of the yogurt. He didn't reply, but he smiled. To you, that said enough.

You started noticing your feelings right when the two of you were finishing up planting. The garden wasn't flourishing as of yet, but for the most part, the dirty work had been done. Now, all Luke had to do was visit in the mornings to water. You honestly believed that he enjoyed this work now. He no longer complained, nor did he whine or groan when he had to bend over. He even stayed longer into the afternoon even though you were positive he had another job.

He laughed at your jokes. Your dry, corny humor couldn't please a child, but he laughed, and it felt genuine. His eyes would crinkle, and the harder the laugh, the higher the pitch. It made your heart swell. It was because of his laughter that you were able to recognize the feelings it gave you. And, it sucked.

Most of all, it sucked because your mother was right.

You were falling for the stupid felon.

"Did you ever tell your friends off for leaving you that night?" you asked. You were nibbling on a granola bar while Luke was turning on the hose. "If my friends did that to me, I'd probably– "

"No," he said sharply. He began watering right away, his hand tight against the handle of the spray nozzle he had been forced to purchase. Somehow, someone had snapped the handle on the old one the night of the trespassing. "'m not very good at talking to people about stuff that upsets me."

"Does that upset you?"

"What, that I can't talk to people about what they did wrong?" he questioned.

You nodded.

Luke shrugged as he wandered over to the bushes by the fence. "I guess."

"Well, there ya go!" you exclaimed. You set down the granola bar wrapper on the table nearby, and afterward, you nearly tripped on his glorious stonework on your way over to him. "'s solved. Now you can address it."

He sent you a playful glare, and you could tell it was playful because of the small smirk that had adorned his face. He had a beautiful smile, you had to admit. It was accompanied by a damn good pair of lips as well. You especially liked making him smile.

"'m not good at anything, really," he mumbled. "Singing... I guess. Shit at gardening and shit at feelings."

"Okay, first of all," you started, "you were shit at gardening. You had me so you're pretty damn good now, I would say. I can officially give myself a pat on the back for that one." You were beaming. Talking to him made you happier than you wanted it to.

Luke pushed his curls back from his forehead, giving you a perfect glance at his ring-clad fingers. He even had his nails painted a dull red. The color had started to chip, but it suited him nonetheless. "You givin' me a compliment?"

"Oh, no," you said, shaking your head. "I'm giving myself a compliment."

Luke shook his own head as he started to cackle quietly. Suddenly, he had the hose turned on you, and you began to shriek as his laughter became the cute squealy laughter that made your insides burn.

"Fuck, fuck!" You started to run around, but Luke was hot on your tail as he changed the settings on the nozzle. What had been the shower setting was now the jet setting, and you were being pelted. "Ow, you dummy!"

His giggles only got louder as he hit you with the cone setting, and at least the water on that one hurt less than the fucking jet. "Slow down!" he shouted after you. "I've missed a spot on your ass." He cornered you by the greenhouse, and just as he thought he had gotten you good, you were able to grab the hose from his slippery grip. Luckily, the hose was long enough to reach this far back in the yard.

"Payback, bitch," you said with a grin as you sprayed him. You expected him to run away as you had done, but instead, he stepped closer to you.

His laughter died down only slightly, yet you hardly noticed the change before he closed the space between the two of you. The water hit him directly in the stomach as his hand found the back of your neck to pull you into him. Your lips met in a sloppy yet comforting kiss, the kind of first kiss that people talked about for years. It was like kissing in the rain, but also completely different at the same time.

He pulled away almost as fast as he had initiated the kiss. His hair was hanging in his eyes, the strands dripping wet as he wiped the water off of his nose. That only caused you to aim the water at his face as another fit of giggles erupted through your body.

"Gonna fuckin' get you for this," he muttered, taking you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder.

"No, no, no!" you shrieked, hitting his back and spraying his butt with the jet setting.

"Hey, that's inappropriate," he whispered into your ear.

You lifted the hose again, hitting him in the face once more. "Eat my butt, Gumby."

You did not mind falling for the felon one bit.

You saw Luke less after that. It was partially due to the fact that the garden had been finished, and all he needed to do was stop by and water them. But, he never stayed to talk. This not only crushed you but made you resent letting yourself open up in the first place. The steady banter had been comfortable, and you should have kept it that way. You let yourself fall for someone who wasn't ready for anything in the first place.

You wanted to believe that you spoke too soon the day he pecked your lips goodbye. He made sure to wink and wave on his way out, yet somehow, your heart fell deep into your chest. Someone who didn't want to give you everything wasn't worth your time. Luke said had a tendency to avoid talking about things that upset him, but you weren't going to let yourself do the same.

"Hey, Gumby," you said, your tone a little too harsh as you approached him one morning.

He had taken his shirt off due to the incredulous heat index of the day, and it was only ten in the morning. He turned as soon as he heard your voice. "Hm?"

"Do you have feelings for me?" you questioned. You weren't going to sugarcoat anything. You wanted the answers as straightforward as possible.

Luke released his grip on the handle of the nozzle. "What?" His eyes had widened slightly, and if he hadn't already been red due to the heat, you would have assumed the question made him blush.

"Do you like me? Are you into me? Would you fuck me? Just let me know."

He blinked rapidly. "Why are you asking all of this?"

You shrugged, but you knew why you were asking all of this. You let out a laugh before you continued. "Because you fucking kissed me, you dumbfuck. You kissed me twice, and that was it! You've hardly talked to me since. Were you just doing it because you knew I liked you? Or do you actually fucking like me back?"

Luke dropped the hose and ambled towards you, his long legs taking him to you in under a second. Both of his hands grabbed hold of your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss grew heated in a matter of milliseconds. His tongue slipped in between your lips before you could register what had even happened. You felt warm all over, and it wasn't because of the hot air.

His lips left yours a moment later, slipping away with a filthy pop before he began kissing along your cheeks and forehead.

"What does this mean?" you whispered lowly and gripped his wrists loosely.

Luke retracted, looking right into your eyes so he could say exactly what he wanted. "It means I like you back," he responded. He swallowed thickly and pressed another quick kiss to your lips. "And, I'm bad at feelings," he whispered, "so I'm sorry I did that to you. 'm really sorry."

His hands found your waist as he started kissing you again. You wound your fingers in his long blond curls, not even worrying about how sweaty they might be. You couldn't find it in yourself to worry about anything but how well you were kissing him. Your lips were numb as he pulled away again, and you found yourself glancing down at his exposed chest so you wouldn't have to look into his eyes.

You were too giddy, but looking at the hairs on his chest was not helping your case one bit.

Suddenly, Luke was bending over and reaching for the hose, quickly turning it back on and spraying you like had done a week or two prior. His loud giggles filled the air, and even though you were screaming for dear life, you had never felt happier.

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What We Protect ~ Chapter 2 ~

Word count: 2.5k

Pairing: BTS x reader

Genre: mafia, somewhat mystery, romance

Warning(s): just some swearing. and snooping

(Not my gif, credits to owner!)

Most people have a backstory. Most people have secrets, something to hide. Whilst some of those may be small things that a person feels uncomfortable sharing with their everyday world, others can be more drastic. Dangerous. A risk to everything you’ve ever loved. What would happen if these secrets were to be revealed to the world? Who would they hurt? What if they were only trying to protect those close to them? Of course, one would never know unless they come clean, but it could be too late to realise that more damage had been done than good. As much as I wished that the secrets I keep to myself were small inconvenient ones, the events that had occurred over the course of my life just never seem to want to give me a break.

Some people may not have anything to hide, but everyone has something to protect.

The next morning starts out the same way as any other. Waking up, dragging Jun out of bed on what seems like my fifth attempt, eating our breakfast together and then heading out for the day. When we reached the school, I suddenly remembered about last night and how Jun claimed not to know who Yuri is. Figuring it just slipped his mind, or he just forgot her name but would recognise her face, I left it and decided to deal with it when we saw Taehyung again.

Standing next to a young girl further ahead, was the familiar face I had gotten acquainted with yesterday, and I brought Jun over with me for introductions.

“Morning!” I smiled as we came to a stop in front of the two.

“Ah, Y/n, good morning! Nice to see you again,” he returned the smile before averting his gaze to Jun, “and this must be the almost birthday boy” he greeted, kneeling down to his height. I watched as him and Jun shook hands and turned my attention to the quiet girl gripping onto Taehyung’s other hand.

“Hi sweetie,” I grinned, “you must be Yuri. I’m Jun’s mum, Y/n. It’s lovely to meet you.” I introduced myself. She waved back and shyly smiled, moving to hide behind her dad. I had to contain myself from squealing at her cuteness.

Taehyung stood back up and I figured now was the best time to ask him.

“Hey, you did say Yuri’s in class 3F right?” I questioned.

Before he could reply, a quiet voice answered for him.

“I’m in class 3E, dad how can you get it wrong again?” she complained, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at him.

He sheepishly smiled and apologised, “Sorry baby, you know I can get confused sometimes.”

“See, I told you I wasn’t imagining things!” I claimed, gently swinging Jun’s arm.

He simply rolled his eyes, “But still, she isn’t in my class” he retorted.

The day of the party came around quick and I had just finished with the last of the decorations as the doorbell rang and the first influx of loud kids arrived. Jun ran straight past me and opened the front door, despite my shouting at him to never answer the door. But anyone on this side of the door could hear that it was excited children from the shouting that had already started. Boy, would I be in for a hectic day.

An hour later, the house was full of Jun’s classmates and their loud screaming and shouting radiated their excited and sugar fuelled energies. Some of them were inside, stuffing more sweets in their mouth when they thought an adult wasn’t looking, and the other half were playing outside on the bouncy castle. Feeling satisfied with the running of everything, I made my way back to the kitchen after having refilled the drinks stand.

“You really went all out for him, he must be having the time of his life!” another parent, Jisoo, beamed.

I smiled at her and answered, “Yeah I felt kinda bad that his party wasn’t all great last year. We’d just moved here, and he hadn’t started school yet, so he didn’t have any friends to celebrate with.” I guiltily recalled.

Insisting that I wouldn’t be able to handle all the children by myself, Jisoo, Naeun and Suho offered to stay and help during the day after arriving with their own kids. I felt relieved that they stayed because I knew that if I was the only adult here, I would end up going crazy. When one of us wasn’t running in the garden to make sure nobody wasn’t falling out of the bouncy castle, we were all sitting around the kitchen island, just talking.

At first, I did feel out of place, to a certain extent, given that I was the youngest parent there and still in a graduate job whilst the others had at least 2 children and were practically middle aged. Any fears I had about the conversations revolving around things like work, bills or school soon flew out of the window as we soon immersed ourselves in topics surrounding what our own teenage years were like, and how fast the children were growing up.

“No way, I can’t believe you used to be in a band! I just can’t imagine you going wild in front of a crowd, you seem so…office like” Naeun laughed, after hearing Suho’s story about his best childhood accomplishment.

“I totally agree” Jisoo added, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Should I be offended?” he feigned hurt, placing his hand over his heart.

“I’m sure, you know, they mean well? Even though I’m not sure what office-like even means?” I asked more than reassured him, laughing along with the two other girls.

“Not you too, Y/n. Look – you guys just haven’t heard me sing yet.” He hastily placed his coffee mug down on the island and rubbed his hands together.

“Brace yourselves, ladies” Jisoo joked as Suho began clearing his throat. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the doorbell rang. I jumped out of my seat and quickly made my way to the door, giggling as Suho let out a groan of annoyance and muttered, “One day, I’ll prove you wrong.”

I opened the front door and was greeted with the faces I’d secretly been anticipating showing up for the past twenty minutes.

“Yuri! Taehyung! You guys made it, come in” I happily greeted as they made their way through the door.

“Sorry we’re a little late, Yuri took forever deciding what to wear.” Tae claimed, taking off his coat. I looked at Yuri’s outfit and gave her a smile of approval.

“Well, she made the right choice, she definitely has an eye for fashion.” I admitted, admiring her style.

“Yeah, she gets it from her dad” Taehyung boasted.

“I’m sure she does,” I rolled my eyes and teased. Yuri began taking off her shoes, but I stopped her. “Hey, you can keep your shoes on and go straight into the garden to the bouncy castle!” I quickly told her.

“Bouncy castle?!”

And with that, she took off running towards the sound of children shouting in the garden. I gestured Taehyung towards the kitchen and we started to make our way there, following the trail of a very excited Yuri.

“So, you gave into the bouncy castle then?” his amused voice asked.

I chuckled and replied, “Yeah, I couldn’t resist it. I’m way too much of a soft parent.” I admitted as we stepped into the kitchen. We were met with stares from the other three who stopped mid argue about Suho’s singing talents. I was confused at their sudden silence before I remembered that they probably hadn’t met Taehyung yet.

Before the awkward silence could continue, I quickly spoke. “Guys, this is Taehyung. Taehyung, meet Jisoo, Naeun and Suho. Taehyung just moved here with his daughter, Yuri, who now goes to the same school as our kids.” I explained, moving out of the way slightly to let them get a better view of him.

“Nice to meet you all” Taehyung greeted.

“Take a seat, I’ll make you some coffee” I offered, and pulled out the chair I was previously sitting down on.

“Thanks” he quietly muttered and smiled at me, before filling the empty spot next to Suho.

As I moved to boil the kettle again, I could see both Naeun and Jisoo staring at me from the corner of me eye, so I met their gaze and glared at them as they both began wiggling their eyebrows behind their mugs. I should have expected something like this as they had been constantly on my case about reopening my love life. Any man they see me talking to, they insist I date. It seems that half the time, they forget that the only men I come into contact with these days are married fathers! But that doesn’t stop them though, they’ve even gone as far as setting me up on a blind date with another single parent, who I found out through his obsession with talking about his ex-wife, that we weren’t compatible. At all. Man was it awkward whenever we had the misfortune of crossing paths at the school.

A little while later, we had fed all the kids who were yet again excited about having Pizza for dinner. Then the time came for cutting the cake, and I had to stop myself from crying in front of everyone as I watched Jun blow out his candles. Once the children had clapped and cheered to their hearts content, Jun declared it time to open his gifts.

Sitting in a circle, the children began handing their gifts one by one with the assistance of Naeun, whilst Jisoo and Suho took duty of handing out cake slices to everyone. As I sat next to Jun, collecting the rubbish from the wrapping paper, I looked around to see that Taehyung wasn’t anywhere in the room.

TAEHYUNG’S POV

I was leaning against the door frame of the small living room that had just about managed to fit everyone in. The atmosphere in the house was an inviting one, anybody could tell the children had let the excitement from playing games and eating junk food all day go straight to their heads as they cheered and hugged the birthday boy when he was opening his presents. All focus was on Jun, nobody seemed distracted in the slightest so I took this as my opportunity to slip away.

Making my way back towards the direction of the kitchen, I quietly closed the door behind me and let the sounds of music and cheering become muffled. Quickly switching to alert mode, I made my way over to the island where Y/n’s laptop was sitting. I had seen it here earlier and was itching to get my hands on it, but I had to wait until nobody was around. Now I had the perfect chance and was desperate to find any ounce of information that I was looking for.

I turned the laptop on and saw it was locked with a password. Of course, there’s a password. What was I expecting? There was literally nothing I could think of to try and put in, because I didn’t know anything about Y/n. I was growing anxious by the second and became increasingly aware of the fact that somebody could just walk through the kitchen door any second and catch me snooping.

My hands became sweaty and I kept wiping them on my jeans, I was becoming nervous and paranoid. I knew I wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing and if I had any other choice, I wouldn’t be in this situation right now. I was close to a nervous breakdown when the sound of one of the children screaming, “Happy birthday Jun!” came through the door and it hit me

I typed in todays date, feeling like it was the only chance I had at guessing the password and sighed with relief as it worked and unlocked the laptop. Shaking my head, I focused on what was in front of me and narrowed my eyes on what I found. Y/n had left open a page full of apartment listings in a different city, it seemed you were planning on moving to a new house.

Shit, this is bad.

I glanced up at the other tabs open and saw they were all the same, some of them were emails to agents, expressing your interest in some properties.

Fuck, this is really bad. If she leaves, I’ll be at risk. I won’t have a job. Shit. I can’t keep an eye on her. I-I’ll be in trouble. Big trouble.

Hit with more nerve-wracking anxiety, I shakily pulled out my phone and snapped pictures of the places and areas you were looking at, making sure to get the addresses. If anything would help at this point, it would be knowing where you’re planning to go. I was cut short taking the photos as soon as I heard your voice trailing towards the kitchen, and dropped my phone fearing I would get caught.

I quickly pulled down the lid of the laptop and moved down behind the island to pick my phone up off the floor.

Y/N’S POV

I excused myself from the room to go and get my present to give to Jun and weaved my way through the children. Walking towards the kitchen, I was confused to see the door closed.

“Why is this closed?” I muttered to myself, opening it and peering inside. I wasn’t expecting to see anybody in here, but I spotted a tall figure in the corner peering through the cupboards.

“Everything okay, Taehyung?” I asked, eyebrows raised. I fully stepped into the kitchen now, keeping the door wide open. He quickly whipped his head around, eyes wide and hang gripping his chest.

“Shit, Y/n, you scared me” he gasped. “I was just looking for a glass.” He said, moving away from the cabinets.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said, immediately feeling bad. “But, you’re not going to find any glasses in the cereal cupboard.” I walked over to the opposite side of the room and pulled out what he was looking for, noticing that his eyes were closely following me. “What would you like to drink?” I asked, opening the fridge.

“J-just water please.” He shakily said, moving to sit down on one of the stools. I nodded my head and poured the cold water in the glass and handed it to him.

“Damn, you must be easily scared. You’re practically shaking.” I said, feeling worried.

He quickly downed the water. And took a deep breath. “Yeah, sorry I’ve always been easily scared.” He admitted.

“No need to apologise,” I warmly smiled. “Come on, we’re just about to finish opening the presents.” I said, remembering why I came in here in the first place. Opening the pantry door, I retrieved the hidden present and turned back around to see that Taehyung had already left the kitchen to go back inside. I blinked in surprise at the empty kitchen and shrugged my shoulders, thinking he was just excited about opening presents. I was about to leave the kitchen when I noticed my laptop was slightly open on the counter.

Weird. I could have sworn I kept it closed earlier.

I made my way over to shut it properly and then back to the room to give my baby his birthday gift.

If only I had known the real reason behind why Taehyung was so shaky.

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