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starlocked01 · 3 years

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Look Alive, Sunshine

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Dukexiety Week Day 7- Music WC: 1.8K Summary: Remus picks Virgil up from his dorm in the middle of the night to combat an old fear. Content Warning: Swearing, Panicking, references to past suicidal thoughts

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A/N: This is actually in the same universe as When Can I See You Again? which is the first dukexiety story I wrote featuring Soul mark timers, lots of miscommunication and drama, and fun. And fight club. If you've liked this week's oneshots, maybe give WCISYA? a try ^_^ Thank you everyone for reading along and sharing this week <3

Despite Remus' progress with Dr. B. and despite over a thousand nights with no incidents, Virgil still could not shake his fear of the Xs. He hadn’t seen them in years, but some nights Virgil stayed up to watch his soul mark countdown the seconds until Remus could reassure him he'd lost sleep for no reason.

Most of the nights when he stayed up watching with growing anxiety, Virgil didn't even try to text Remus. His boyfriend needed the sleep and would just worry when he woke up until Virgil finally rolled out of bed and answered his reassurances. Tonight was too much. Tonight, not even the steady passage of time promising he'd see his soulmate the next day was enough to allay thoughts of horrific unforeseen accidents.

Tonight Virgil texted his soulmate at quarter to two am and watched as the numbers changed without warning.

00:05:17

Five minutes. Virgil gulped and couldn't help but feel like he'd fucked up. He glanced at his phone several times, bewildered by the lack of an answering text, but mostly watched his wrist counting down.

At about the two-minute mark he finally realized he should probably get dressed and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans to struggle into. He struck his foot on the corner of the bed and bit his lip hard to avoid waking up his roommate. Virgil quickly shrugged on his hoodie and shoes before checking his wrist again.

00:00:10

He laughed to himself at the near deja vu feeling, walking over to the window to watch for Remus’ car in the parking lot.

To his surprise, there was a knock at the dorm door instead. Virgil jumped and rushed over to the door, cracking it open just in time to glimpse his soulmate grinning out in the hallway.

"Remus! What are you doing here?" Virgil asked in a hissing whisper, sliding out into the hallway and shutting the door as quietly as possible, "do you know what time it is?"

"Uh yeah, babe. 2 am. You're the one who sent a distress signal, what was I supposed to do?" Remus answered at his normal, too-loud volume, wrapping Virgil in a tight hug before the smaller man could answer or object.

"You coulda just told me you were alright," Virgil grumbled, hugging his soulmate back tighter anyway, "do I want to know how you got in?"

"The desk worker recognized me and let me in. Don't worry, I would only break in if mildly inconvenienced," Remus grinned, starting to pull Virgil with him down the hall, "so why are you up so late? You weren't waiting for me to croak, were you?"

Virgil started to respond but stopped before he got a syllable out. That was what he was technically doing, even if he dreaded that very thing more than anything. "I- don't make it sound like I would ever want that! I just… got worried."

Remus tugged Virgil closer to his side, "I'm okay. And I'm not going anywhere, worrywart." He waved briefly at the night guard and ushered Virgil outside, "c'mon. We're gonna fix this."

"How? You're okay tonight but what about tomorrow? How do I know you're going to be okay every night? What if-" Virgil gulped, not wanting to vocalize his worst fear.

Remus stopped just outside the door and turned to Virgil, "come on, Virgie. I always call when it's a bad day. And I haven't had one in a while."

"Yeah, but what if-"

"If I had a bad day, I'd call. C'mon. We've gotta get your mind off this," Remus murmured, pulling Virgil towards his car.

Virgil huffed but followed Remus easily enough, sliding into the passenger's seat as Remus scanned through a pile of CD cases.

“Oh my god, you still have those?” Virgil asked, a bit surprised to see his old emo collection.

“Of course I do. One of the best your-birthday presents I’ve ever gotten,” Remus giggled and picked the album he’d been looking for, “I get that you get scared. When I die you can listen to The Black Parade and mourn me, but tonight we are gonna Look Alive, Sunshine.” Remus started the car and fed the CD to the center console before backing out of the spot and zooming out of the parking lot.

Virgil hummed happily, giggling as Remus recited the initial traffic report along with Dr. Death-Defying, “I love Danger Days. Remember how you convinced the DJ at Prom to play this song?”

“How could I not? He only did it because of your pouty little baby face back then,” Remus teased, earning himself a smack on the shoulder, “what? He certainly wasn’t doing me any favors.”

“You’re an ass,” Virgil chuckled.

“I’m your ass,” Remus corrected him, headbanging along as he drove.

“So where are we headed, ass of mine?” Virgil asked just over the music, watching as streetlights and neon signs advertising closed stores flashed by.

“Nowhere special,” Remus replied carefully, pretty quickly turning into an empty parking lot and pulling into a space as far from any lights as he can.

“Yeah.. not kidding about that... Is this a bookstore?”

“Bookstore parking lot.”

“Okay, why a bookstore parking lot?”

Remus didn’t answer, just unbuckled and tried to squeeze between the front seats of the car to the back. Virgil watched in amusement until Remus managed to push himself through and got settled in the back.

“C’mon. You do this for me all the time, now it’s your turn.”

Virgil laughed and turned the key to the battery-only position in the ignition and locked the car doors before following Remus, sliding back to the back seat a touch more nimbly. He settled into Remus’ lap and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” he murmured, settling in as Remus wrapped his arms around him and started singing along with the music.

“If that's the best that I could be? Then I'd be another memory. Can I be the only hope for you? Because you're the only hope for me,” Remus sang softly to Virgil, running fingers through his hair.

Virgil sniffed and sang the rest of the verse, “And if we can't find where we belong we'll have to make it on our own. Face all the pain and take it on because the only hope for me is you alone,” he tried to relax and let Remus’ presence reassure him that neither of them was going anywhere without the other, “is it weird to say I wish you were around more often?”

Remus stopped humming along with the music to hug Virgil tighter, “not weird at all, V. You’ll graduate soon and we can move in together. Then you’ll really be sick of me.” he smiled and kissed Virgil’s hair, “we’re so close to forever, love.”

Virgil sighed and began to sing along again a few songs later, “we can leave this world, leave it all behind. We can steal this car if your folks don't mind. We can live forever if you've got the time,” he buried his face in Remus’ chest, almost wishing they could just start driving tonight and never looking back.

“My pretty little heart attack in black hair dye,” Remus giggled, “you gotta finish school first so I can just kick Roman and Remy out.”

Virgil laughed at that, “as if you’d ever kick your brother out.”

“Easier done than said. I’ve lived with that asshole for far too long already,” Remus replied pointedly, “you know, we can work out transportation if you would perhaps consider moving off campus next semester.”

Virgil sat there silent in consideration. The only thing really stopping him from agreeing was the wall of anxieties over moving in with his boyfriend and living off-campus and paying rent and having to find a job in between homework and classes. It was a lot to figure out, not even considering the implications of actually moving in with his boyfriend. What if Remus did something crazy like suggesting they get married? What if everything changed and he didn’t like it or get used to it? What if nothing changed and he still woke up at 2 in the morning from dreams of Xs despite falling asleep in Remus’ arms? What if-

“Virgil- where’s your head, Stormcloud?” Virgil’s thoughts were interrupted by the question and a soft steady tapping on the back of his neck.

Virgil sighed and shook his head, “sorry. It got away from me. I kinda want this moment to last forever. It’s safe and predictable.”

“An abandoned parking lot is not life, sweetheart. Trust me, I love how safe this is. I love holding you and knowing nothing can happen to you while we’re here. But life doesn’t happen in safety. We can face it together, we always will. But we do have to go out and face it eventually,” Remus spoke softly, letting his voice mingle with the music.

“You’re here now. You’re here and real and not going anywhere. That should be enough. Why isn’t it enough?” Virgil asked in a small voice.

“Because you care. Your love isn’t limited to this moment,” Remus laughed softly, “your love has saved me before, so don’t you dare try to limit it now.”

“I- oh wow, Rem, I am so sorry,” Virgil caught himself and sighed, “I think I get it now.”

“Oh? Figure something out?” Remus asked quietly, continuing to tap on Virgil to the beat.

“I haven’t been trusting your love. I’m an asshole,” Virgil shook his head, “ of course I won’t wake up and find Xs. You love me. I’m so dumb for not trusting that because of course you’re not going anywhere.”

Remus chuckled, “now you’re getting it, V. I know you can’t help worrying, but you’ll at least let me prove it when the worries get too much?”

Virgil sat up carefully, “I didn’t want to bother you with it before. Goodness knows we both need the sleep, but I think next time, I’ll just reach out like tonight.”

Remus smiled and pulled Virgil back down, “you said it yourself. We need sleep. So sleep, mister. We’re not going anywhere until morning.”

Virgil laughed and feebly tried to push away, “nooo not in the car! At least let's go find a bed.”

“Aww but that’s no fun… unless..”

“Sleep. It’s nearly 3 am. We are gonna find a bed, either mine or yours, and go to sleep.”

“Boo,” Remus pouted but reached to unlock the car, not trusting his ability to climb back upfront.

“Love you too, boo,” Virgil grinned and leaned down to kiss Remus properly, quickly getting lost in the contact. Remus pulled him close, willing to spend the rest of the night that way until the second to last track of the album began and his speakers started blaring a distorted version of the American anthem. They broke apart, laughing together at the awkward background music. Then they managed to kiss the whole way through Vampire Money before climbing out of the back seat and back upfront.

“Alright. Let’s go home. Maybe I can convince you to make it home better from there,” Remus grinned and started up the car again, driving off towards the apartment as the CD restarted the album from the beginning.

#dukexietyweek2021 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #WCISYA? story #soulmate au #soulmate timers #mcr #swearing #panicking

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 3 years

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I Can’t Handle You Being Back~Chou Tzuyu x black! fem! reader {3}

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Pairing: Tzuyu x reader

Summary: A few weeks have passed and you’re already set to make your debut with Twice during their comeback for Cry For Me and I Can’t Stop Me. Things with Tzuyu haven’t gotten better, and it’s about to get worse when the company forces you both to do a live together with the other foreign members. Can you and Tzuyu get through it?

Genre: Angst, Idol-Verse, Romance, Slow Burn, Hurt and Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers

Warnings: None, just a lot of tension and awkwardness between y/n and Tzuyu. ya know your usual angst

Word Count: 2, 750

Writer’s Note: Ok, so this chapter gets a bit juicy and there’s going to be a bit of jealously, along with a hint of romance, but that’s all I’m gonna say. Hope ya’ll enjoy it and please comment! I want to hear your thoughts and feedback. This took me like a month to write it, I’m not sure how I feel about it so :/ yeah.

Onces, Netizens and the overall Kpop community in general were lit a blaze with the reveal of Twice’s new member: me. Of course now being in a whirlwind of what is Twice’s schedule, I didn’t have time or the energy to read comments, dms or messages that I’ve gotten from them (thank God). Jihyo was also a factor in keeping me on my toes during long dance practice days, even though she wasn’t as hard on me as she was with the others. They weren’t too hard on me either, usually laughing at my mistakes and helping me if I missed my timing or not. The pressure was on: not only from the Korea public and Kpop community as a whole but because of Tzuyu as well. Her eyes would always be on me, then they roll as she waited for me to fix whatever I did. Even during my photoshoots for the album or promotional media, she’s got her eye on me. We haven’t even talked much since she blew up at me weeks prior. I’m not sure how to fix this really.

I decided now to ignore her, which is easier said than done, due to how close we are during performances. (She literally rests her head against my shoulder during Cry For Me, damn you JYPE!) Right now we’re back stage at Music Bank, awaiting for our rehearsals for our I Can’t Stop Me stage and she’s seated directly to my right, all that’s keeping her from me is my phone, along with Jeongyeon seated between us.

“Y/N, check out this meme,” Jeongyeon said as she practically shoved her phone in my face.

I chuckled lowly; Jeongyeon nudged me.

“That’s the only reaction I get?” she whined. “You always laugh at Chaeyoung’s.”

“Well that’s because she doesn’t use ancient memes,” I said. “The cereal guy is like five years old!”

“So, are you calling me old Y/N!” Jeongyeon said. “That’s disrespectful to your Unnie.”

She nudged my shoulder a few times with a sly grin and furrowed brows.

“No,” I groaned. “Your taste in memes are old.”

“Who’s old?” Nayeon said as she squished herself between me and Jeongyeon. “You better not be talking about me Jeong.”

“You said it not me,” Jeongyeon said with a snicker.

Nayeon didn’t waste any time in smacking her arm, making her laughter rise while I get up to avoid their playful conflict.

“How about you both make out already,” I teased.

The words make both idols separate with the quickness; their faces red as they sit up straighter.

“W-Whatever Y/N,” Nayeon said. “I should be telling you and Tzuyu doing that since all you both can do is eye each other.”

Now I’m the one recoiling, Jeongyeon did the same as Tzuyu’s attention is on Nayeon with a stare. Jeongyeon nudged Nayeon and pushed her back onto her feet.

“Everything was fine until you came along,” Jeongyeon whined. “Also, your make-up’s smudged a bit.”

Nayeon’s hands fled to her face, shock over took it in a matter of seconds.

“Look at your face!” Jeongyeon said as she erupted into another round of heated giggles. I smiled to entertain her, but stop immediately as Nayeon throws us a deadpanned look this time.

“You’re still a grandma,” Nayeon said as she walked away from the couch and towards Mina, Jihyo, and Momo, who held Boo in her arms.

“Ya! If I’m a grandma then what does that make you!” Jeongyeon yelled back. “Great grandma!”

I shook my head and returned back to my phone, my finger itching to open up Instagram yet I’m restrained by soft hands. Tzuyu’s next to me, close but not as close as Jeongyeon was. Her face in taunt, but not in the anger she aimed at Nayeon; this look is of warning.

“Don’t,” she said. “Didn’t Jihyo unnie say not to.”

“I-I just wanted to message someone back,” I said. “You hardly talk to me, why are you doing this now?”

Tzuyu rolled her eyes.

“I just don’t want you in a mood where you can’t focus,” Tzuyu said. “You mess up so easily.”

“Wow, thanks for reminding me,” I said. “I just have to check something with someone.”

Tzuyu pulled her hand away from my wrist, yet she doesn’t return to the other end of the couch.

“Who?” she said.

I side eye her for a moment while I open Instagram; my direct messages are 100 +, forcing my pulse to pound in my ears. The second I tap the arrow that brings up the messages, the swarm hits me:

How come out of all the Sixteen contestants, they bring back the worst one.

You won’t be a real Twice member. This has got to be a PR stunt from all the “cultural appropriation” allegations.

K-Pop isn’t for you, go back to America.

Who told you K-Pop was for you, you black bitch.

The negative messages began to build, and build, out-weighting the small clump of positives ones that came through. My hand tightened around my phone as anger and fear boiled up inside me: angry at myself for taking on this opportunity and fearful because of the hate. I expected this so, why am I feeling this way?

“Y/N?” Tzuyu said as she nudged her shoulder against my own. “Momo Unnie!”

Momo’s head whipped around to the couch, Boo sniffing every where from his position in her arms. Tzuyu’s voice also got the attention of Jihyo, Nayeon, and Jeongyeon as well. They flocked over to us immediately.

“Y/N, are you all right?” Jihyo asked as she knelt down in front of me.

I broke from the trance that the hate comments pinned me in and glanced up at the concerned faces of my bandmates, including Tzuyu this time. Her eyes cut to Momo, as Boo continued to wiggle in her arms.

“Unnie! Could she hold Boo, please?” Tzuyu whined.

Momo blinked at Tzuyu but did so anyway and placed the wiggly dog in my arms.

“Whoa, there,” I said as Boo sniffed down my brown blazer. “Hey there, Boo right? God you’re such a good boy aren’t you? Yeah?”

Boo sunk down in my lap licking my fingers as I pet him with my other hand. Nayeon was right, Boo really is a great stress reliever. Any dog is, gosh it’s been so long since I’ve petted or actually owned a dog.

“Are you ok now, Y/N?” Momo asked. “Boo really likes you, he could barely stop moving when Sana first held him.”

“Are you nervous about the performance?” Mina said as she walked to stand behind the couch with Sana, Chaeyoung, and Dahyun behind her.

“Yeah, being up there with you guys is extremely nerve wracking,” I said. “And I read a few of the comments online.”

“Y/N,” Jihyo groaned. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I know, know but the public’s perception means a lot, right?” I said. “The Knets are already giving me a headache.”

Mina frowned and placed her hands on my shoulders, then gently squeezed.

“You’ve been practicing so hard with us,” Sana said. “You’ll do amazing!”

I nodded, still taken a back by the comments but Boo’s yipping and the encouraging words from my band-mates eased my worries (even if it’s just for a little bit).

“All right girls!” a manager said as he stormed into the room along with my own manager, Miyoung who signals me towards her. “You’re going on in five!”

I rise, Boo whined as I did and Nayeon held her arms out to take him.

“Aww, Boo, Y/N will be back soon. OK?” she cooed.

I handed him to her before stepping over to a free corner of the room with Miyoung.

She gave me a tiny grin as she rubbed my arm, giving me a once over.

“You all right? It seemed like the girls were consoling you over there,” she said.

“I’m getting there,” I admitted. “I’ve been practicing choreography for weeks and I just saw--”

I paused at Miyoung’s face; it contorted in concern then exasperation.

“You read the comments, didn’t you?” she asked.

I glanced down and nodded.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to let it get in the way of the comeback.”

“Hey, no Y/N,” Miyoung said. “You don’t deserve any of that. JYPE’s even taking the legal action against a lot of the comments, surprisingly.”

I blinked at her words.

“He’s actually keeping his word,” I said.

Miyoung nodded.

“And you’ve got a V Live to do after the performance once you return to the dorms,” she explained. “A welcoming type thing with the other foreign members.”

I hesitated at the word foreign, that means being close to Tzuyu. It also means being close to Tzuyu on camera.

“Is that all right?” Miyoung asked.

“Y-Yeah, I just don’t know how this would go.”

Miyoung brought me a bit closer as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

“Well you’ve got Twice in your corner,” she said. “And if anything or any one of them bother you, even another manager, come to me. Brittany insisted I keep an eye on you.”

I deadpan while my mind wondered back to how Brittany was ready to fight JYP in his own office if things grew awry.

“Y/N, c’mon!”

I turned toward the door to see everyone geared up and ready to perform, eyes steady waiting for me; Tzuyu even with a tiny grin on her face.

“Go on,” Miyoung said. “Have fun, don’t think too much of it.”

***

I messed up the shoulder move; I know I did and the playback remained in my mind throughout the drive back to the dorm and as we all settle into our rooms.

“Y/N it’s OK,” Jeongyeon groaned as she slumped against her bed. “You were off by a nanosecond. The only person who noticed was you.”

“Exactly! The Netizens will tear me apart even more when they notice and--”

“And that’s not important right now,” Mina said as she entered Jeongyeon, Momo and I’s room with Sana on her arm.

“V Live time!” Sana sung.

“Good,” Jeongyeon said. “Keep Ms. Worry away for a while. Mina let me play your switch while you guys are live.”

Mina shrugged.

“Sure, but you’re going to have to get it from Chaeyoung,” she explained. “She’s playing it in my room.”

“Ugh, you and your girlfriend,” Jeongyeon said as she rose from the bed.

I perked up at the term.

“Girlfriend? You guys are dating?”

Mina nodded.

“Of course we can’t be official,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “Things aren’t as liberal here as they are in America. I-I can’t believe those ship videos were right.”

Mina blushed a bit.

“That’s the only fan discourse Chae and I keep up with mostly.”

“You kept up with ships Y/N?” Sana asked.

“N-No! I was just curious that’s all! Anyway, let’s go get this live over with.”

Sana giggled as she led Mina and I to her room where Momo and Tzuyu sat in pajamas, holding stuffed animals tightly.

“Y/N! Don’t worry about the performance, you did amazing!” Momo reassured.

“Let��s hope the Netizens agree with you,” I groaned and plopped down beside Momo and Tzuyu on the floor.

“I thought you were supposed to stop worrying about the Netizens,” Tzuyu said. “It almost got in the way today.”

I turn toward Tzuyu and crossed my arms.

“So you noticed my screw up too?” I said.

Tzuyu rolled her eyes.

“Almost is the key word,” she groaned before she reached up from the bed next to us and grabbed a few stuffed animals. “Now which stuffed animal do you want?”

I blinked at the choices Tzuyu presented: a purple flamingo with oval shaped eyes or a pink alpaca with a square shaped eyes and a rather odd expression.

“I’ll take the flamingo,” I said.

Tzuyu handed it off as Sana gasped.

“He suits you Y/N,” she said. “Two cuties and wow, I didn’t know you hung out with Sooyoung Y/N!”

“Who?” Tzuyu asked.

“Joy!” Sana squealed

“Sana what are you talking about?” I asked as she leapt on the bed and showed the phone to us.

We both peered down at the picture in front of us; I remember this one (sort of) from a few years back when I co-wrote a few tracks for Red Velvet and hung out a bit with Sooyoung, we were at a beach some where in LA. I’m sure her fans didn’t pay it much mind but since I’m an idol now along with her, I’m not sure how anymore.

“Look, lot’s of fans speculate you’re both dating now!” Sana said. “So, is it true?”

I’m the one rolling my eyes this time, Sana tossed a flirty grin my way and wiggled her eyebrows.

“No Sana, why are you being so ridiculous right now.”

“Come on Y/N,” Momo said as she nudged me against the shoulder. “Sooyoung is pretty hot. You sure you didn’t--”

“Unnie, don’t,” Tzuyu warned. “Y/N said she didn’t so we should just leave it at that.”

“Tzuyu’s right, we should start the V--”

Mina was cut off by Miyoung and a few other managers step into the room.

“Sorry we’re late!” Miyoung said. “We brought snacks!”

Momo’s eyes grew large. She nearly snatched the plastic bag from Miyoung, pulling out a large bag of BBQ Lays before passing the bag to me. I reached in and pulled out a green tea flavored Kit Kat (it’s been a minute since I’ve had one).

“Thank you, uh are you sure we can eat this on camera?” I said.

“Yes Y/N,” Sana said through a giggle. “Gone are our Sixteen days, plus this is our chill V-Live time, fans love to see us just kicking back and having fun.”

“Everyone huddle in!” Miyoung instructed. “Make sure you’re close so the viewers can see!”

Momo squeezed herself closer, and to my surprise Tzuyu did the same; she hasn’t been this close since Cry For Me dance practice, her perfume is too strong. It made me a bit light headed, or is it just the feeling of her close again? Probably both.

“Here Y/N,” one male manager said as he handed a phone off to me. “Hold this so you guys can keep up with the comments .”

Miyoung rested her phone up on a stand before looking to us.

“You guys ready?”

Everyone nodded, all but me.

“Y/N?” Mina asked as she slipped a hand on my shoulder.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said and put on my best smile.

“That’s all we can ask for,” Miyoung said. “Now, we’re live!”

The moment she pressed record, everyone around me perked up to flash their own smiles.

“Hi Onces! We just wanted to hang out with you guys and welcome our new member to you officially, Y/N!” they said in unison.

I waved and smiled enough to reveal teeth.

“Hi Onces! I’m glad to be here!”

My eyes couldn’t help but flock down to the phone in my hand, even with the other four members reading it as well. There’s a part of me that told me not to, but I had to stop thinking like that. I’m a member of Twice too, no matter what they think or say.

The oncoming comments read:

Hi Y/N!!!

So pretty!!

Hi from Brazil!!

Why is she here? Why couldn’t Nayeon take her place?

She doesn’t belong in Korea with the beauty of Twice.

Do you guys name your stuffed animals?

My heart hammered and thumped painfully hard in my ears; instead of stare blankly I chew on my Kit Kat in silence.

“Well I haven’t named this one yet,” Sana explained.

“Manager-unnie!” Mina called, waving to Miyoung. “We can report this comment here!”

“I got it,” Tzuyu said as she took the phone from my hands.

I watched her through a mouthful of chocolate as her brows stay focused; she turned back to the camera with determination as she handed the phone over to Mina.

“Y/N belongs here,” Tzuyu declared to the camera. “And if you don’t want to watch her with us you can leave.”

I almost choked at her words; I heard that correctly, right? I was dreaming, right? Tzuyu must have picked up on my stress and looped her arm around my own; she didn’t pay it much attention to it as she fell into more easy going questions with Momo, Mina and Sana. I did as well, soon enough.

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staywritten · 4 years

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A Love That Last│Bang Chan

A Love That Lasts │ Chapter Ⅰ

Synopsis: You’ve spent the last two years, helping your very handsome next door neighbor raise his adorable daughter. The two of you fell into a routine before you knew it. And now you had this little family. You couldn’t help but fall for him.

Genre: Parent!Au, Dad!Bang Chan, Fluff, Nonidol!Au, smut in a later chapter

Word Count: 1k

You were coming off of a twenty-four-hour shift at the hospital, and nothing made you happier than finally being able to sleep in your bed. You stopped by your favorite restaurant before heading home, making sure to grab a large bowl of kimchi soup, fried chicken, and a case of beer. After back to back surgeries, and deal with co-running the ER with your irritating co-worker you needed a nice break.

Balancing all of the food in your hands, you climbed the stairs and walked by your neighbor’s doors. “I got dinner~” you chimed, kicking it lightly, before opening your own door, next do it. You set the food down on the table, and your backpack by the door. Before you could even stretch your bones you felt a rush at your legs as your neighbor’s adorable daughter ran in behind you, hugging you tight.

“You’re home!!” she cheered, with the brightest smile. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too Dollface” you kneeled down, pulling her in a warm hug. “You give the best hugs” you cooed.

“I’m so glad you’re home, I was afraid I was gonna have to eat what Daddy cooked” she groaned, exaggeratedly sticking her tongue out.

Chan scoffed, leaning on your doorway. “Hey! I’ll have you know my dinner would have been delicious”

“Sure Daddy” she teased before whispering at you “It was burnt”

You snorted, trying your best to hide your laughter. Seeing the offense on Chan’s face you covered your mouth. “I-I’m sorry” you giggled “But I smelled it when I walked past your door.”

“Well if you two are quite done roasting me, I’d like to have dinner” Chan clapped his hands.

You smoothed down Minseo’s curly hair. “I’m gonna change out of my scrubs, I’ll be right back” You walked into your bedroom, washing your face and staring into your mirror trying to collect yourself from just how handsome Chan looked. It really wasn’t fair for him to look that attractive at this time of night. He honestly had to do the bare minimum to get you going. His messy hair, sweatpants low on his lips, that stupidly attractive dimpled smile. You groaned splashing your face again.

Two years ago when Chan moved into the vacant apartment next door with his three-year-old daughter you thought it was a silver lining in your love life. He was breathtakingly handsome, with the cutest dimples, and the shyest smile. He was single and just trying to navigate parenthood with his daughter. Chan worked hard to give her the world, but he was in way over his head. And there was something about watching him and his friends try to raise her that made you help out.

One favor turned into another, and before you knew it, a companionship was formed. You grew to love Minseo like she was your own. And there was something about pursuing Chan romantically that just felt wrong. You two were friends, and if it didn’t work out romantically then it could make the friendship awkward. It would make it weird for Minseo. She had become accustomed to your routine, and kids were sensitive to a routine so why ruin it? At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

The attraction just remained unspoken.

There was always something there, but neither of you were willing to take the jump and risk it. And you would rather be something in Chan’s life, then risk losing it and being no one in his life.

So for now, this was enough.

You walked out of your bedroom, smiling at your makeshift family. It wasn’t yours to keep, but for now, you could at least enjoy borrowing it.

Minseo beamed up at you, a chicken leg in one hand and kimchi sauce on her cheek. “Our pajamas match!” she gestured toward the red plaid matching top and bottoms that she wore.

Seeing that beautiful smile you knew that you never wanted to do anything that risked losing it. You giggled smooshing her cheeks playfully. “We do match~”

“Daddy got you those for Christmas!” she chimed.

“He did!” you laughed. “Too bad he never wears his~” You sat down next to her, cleaning her face with a napkin and looking at Chan “How was work?”

“Long” he chuckled leaning on his hand, watching you two. A smile never leaving his face. He always loved seeing how bright his daughter got when she was with you, and how that brightness was always mirrored. It was so genuine and warm. “My new client really likes the album so far, we should be able to wrap it up soon”

“Are you remembering to sleep?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out that shy giggle. “Ah, you know me I get restless when I have things to do”

You frowned. “You need sleep” you scolded him before winking “Don’t make me confiscate your to-do list, and tuck you in myself.” His ears began to warm as he looked away shyly. His daughter chiming about how he’s in trouble. “I’m serious Chris, Doctor’s orders”

“I’ll be more mindful, I promise” he smiled bashfully.

After dinner the three of you settle down with a kids movie on Netflix, Chan falling asleep within the first twenty minutes, and Minseo getting so close to seeing the end but she just couldn’t ride out the last ten minutes. You smiled to yourself, gently running your hands through her hair. “What am I gonna do with you two?” Chan’s head resting against your shoulder as he took in gentle breaths, Minseo bundled between the two of you, her little arms wrapped around your arm and the plush blanket.

The credits for the movie ran all the way though and you’d been staring at the Netflix main menu for almost twenty minutes. You tried to bring yourself to attempt to get up. But it was just so warm. Both of them were tangled against you and and the blanket. You looked down at him Chan’s face smooshed against your shoulder, you being close enough to see the tiniest dusting of freckles against his nose or how his cheek dimpled as he moved his mouth. Minseo’s tiny face mirroring his features with those same little freckles, dimple, and pouty lips.

But you couldn’t keep them here forever.

“Hey...wake up sleepy head” you cooed at Chan, your fingers gently grazing his scalp.

He sighed happily “Mmm that feels so good please don’t stop” He watched you sleepily, a lazy smile on his lips. “Did I fall asleep?”

Did he really have to look at you like that? His expression was so open, candid, it disarmed you, and captivated you. There was just something about that little smile, that mischievous twinkle in his eye. Did he really not realize how it made your stomach do this little flip? “You were out like a light” you giggled, continuing to scratch his scalp; Loving how his smile grew.

“In my defense I feel like you put on the most boring movie”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. All I’m seeing is that you took a two hour nap” you grinned watching him stand up. You gently moved Minseo from your arms into his. He propped her up against his hip as she buried her tired face in his chest.

“Hmmm why do I have a feeling you did that on purpose?” he smirked

“Now, Chris. I’m not a magician” you quirked your brow. “But I am armed with hundreds of movies on Netflix Kids and I will use them on you if I have to” you winked at him.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time” he chuckled, walking toward the door.

It wasn’t that Chan hated sleeping, he was just restless. Growing up he was always struck with inspiration in the middle of the night, and as a young parent, he couldn’t exactly rest knowing his daughter may wake up in the middle of the night and need him. There just wasn’t times that he felt comfortable to sleep. He survived on napping well enough but you were one of the few people that completely disarmed him. That he could relax enough long enough to sleep.

You walked him the eight feet it took to get to his door, whispering a good night to Minseo before kissing her hair. You pouted cupping her little cheeks, one last time. “She’s so cute” you smiled smoothing down her dark hair. “And you” you peaked up at Chan with a pout “Please get some more sleep tonight, preferably another six hours” you looked at him, with pleading eyes.

“I’ll give it a shot” he opened his door, ready to walk in but stopped to look at you again. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Just some chores in the morning but then I’m free, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the park with us” he smiled. “Minseo said she missed you”

“Only Minseo?” you raised a brow.

“And... Me too...” he gave you a bashful look, doing that nervous little giggle of his.

“I’d love to go” you grinned. “Goodnight Chris, see you tomorrow”

“Goodnight” he closed the door between you and sighed against the door.

Yeah, he had a crush on you. And he wasn’t going to deny it. Waking up to your beautiful face watching him, his daughter in both your arms. It was like a dream come true. But the fact that he thought you were way out of his league and you two had a delicate friendship. He just didn’t have the courage to chance ruining your relationship.

This was good enough… Wasn’t it?

To be continued...

Chapter II

Hey Friends! ヾ(＾∇＾)

I couldn’t help myself D: I have such a kink for parent AU’s and boy I’d be lying if I said Dad!Chan didn’t get me going. I'm also planning on making this a 5 part story I’m aiming to upload daily.

And ever since Chan pointed out his freckles on the v-live I can’t stop mentioning it

If you guys like it please let me know! :3 your words always encourage me also if you’d liked to be tagged in future parts let me know <3

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Where you should be

Chapter 1: Prevaricate

Genre: Hobi x oc

Warnings: this series contains stalking, blackmail, and similar stressful/fear inducing situations. Also unrequited love, which is perhaps the most terrifying of all.

Word Count: 5.6k

Prevaricate (v.) : to speak or act in an evasive way

Present Time

There’s a reason why I’ve been working under a pseudonym for the entirety of my career at Bighit and never show up in photos that are going to be sent out on social media. There’s a reason why the very people I work for have hardly seen me.

After Bang Si-hyuk met me as a junior producer at another agency and saw that I was hardly working enough hours a week to survive, he gave me a one-time opportunity to prove myself. I would work at my agency in the mornings and then head out to the Bighit building in the evenings to meet up with Pdogg and Slow Rabbit who were more than happy to give me a shot behind the producer’s chair.

In the end, Adora was my biggest advocate. I heard her the day I was waiting for the verdict, speaking firmly with Bang PD in his office.

“If you let her go you’ll be screwing yourself over. I’ve seen her work, she’s a machine. I haven’t seen anyone like her. She’d be an asset to this team and we both know that we need that right now.”

It was the beginning of 2018 when Bang PD marched into Pdogg’s studio where I was working with him and told me the plan.

My contract at the other agency still had six years left on it, there was no way out of it. That had been Bang PD’s main concern, but when he looked at his star studded BTS and saw just how badly they needed a fresh perspective, he decided to go all in. So what did he do?

He bought out my old agency.

Naturally.

Source entertainment, the previous house of GFRIEND, still had their logo and a hand in their decisions. However with Bang Si-hyuk their new CEO they really didn’t have much of a say in my promotion.

Two and a half years later, life is pretty good. Well, besides the fact that I’m still living under a rock.

Let me explain: Source entertainment gladly sold their company to Bighit entertainment...under one condition. They didn’t want anyone to know why they were bought out in the first place. Not being able to keep a hold of a young female producer sounded pretty pitiful to them.

It just so happened that my name was starting to circulate around the different agencies around the time Bang PD took me in, and a few were out shopping for a new producer. Once word got out that I was the one behind “Navillera” things started to go downhill.

Sometimes I really feel like I can empathize with Rapunzel, locked up in her tower. At least my tower has a sweet stereo system. Equipped with a pseudonym and surrounded by speculation, I live an interesting life.

You see, nobody actually knows that I bailed Source for Bighit, although many suspect as much. When ‘trackers’ from other agencies began to snoop around for my whereabouts, Bang PD gave me a choice.

Either work so far behind the scenes that I would never see any action but would stay safe from prying eyes, or adopt a pseudonym and be alert for people showing up at my door offering me a higher salary.

There are a lot of things I wish I’d known before I began my career. However, there is one thing in particular I would have liked to known before jumping over to Bighit: cameras have never been able to capture Jung Hoseok in his full glory, and I doubt they ever will.

Mid July, 2018

“Have you eaten?”

Hoseok’s voice is muffled through my headphones, but I quickly slip them off my head and turn to see him standing in the doorway.

“Me?” As soon as I ask the question I know that it isn’t the most intelligent. The room is empty except for me.

Hoseok doesn’t tease me too much, instead stepping into my small studio that I share with a couple of other producers. “Yes, you.” Producing a giant bag of takeout, he lofts it up in the air. “You’ve been here all day and I’m pretty sure you haven’t left this room once.”

I’ve begun seeing Hoseok more frequently around the company building, he’s taken up the habit of stopping into Slow Rabbit’s studio more often during the day. We’ll make some small talk, talk about work and upcoming plans. But this? Just showing up at my small studio with food? That’s definitely never happened before. We’re not even on a first name basis.

I didn’t even know he knew where my studio was. If we’re ever in the same room together it’s either in a big staff meeting with all the producers or in Slow Rabbit’s studio.

Taking a long look between the food and my workload, I sigh and push some of my stuff away, creating a space for the food. Hoseok hollers and grabs a chair for himself, wasting no time in plopping down beside me and pulling out the cartons.

I must be staring at him like he has three heads, because he’s freezing in his tracks when he catches my eye.

“What?” He asks innocently.

I laugh lightly, hoping that he doesn't misinterpret what I say next. “I just wasn't expecting to see you, much less with food.”

“Oh,” he hesitantly passes me a carton. “Yeah, kind of weird, I know. I just thought you might like something to eat. I know how grueling work can be when you’re just starting out, and you’ve got a lot of competition here. No matter how hard it all gets you can’t forget to eat and sleep, alright?”

I nod slowly, watching as he looks utterly unfazed and begins slurping up his food. That’s when I realize that we’ll be eating together.

It’s oddly quiet in the studio that’s usually filled to the brim with music, but it’s nice. “How did you even know that I’d be in here?”

Hoseok shrugs, glancing my way. “Slow Rabbit said that you haven’t showed up for your usual lunch with him all week; I figured today would be the same.”

He talked to Dohyeong about me? Somehow that thought leaves me feeling a little off-balance.

“Thank you.”

Giving me his award winning smile, Hoseok nods. “Hobi. Just call me Hobi.”

Busying myself with my food, I nod. “Thank you, Hobi.”

“You’re welcome...” He looks at me expectantly and I realize that he’s not interested in calling me by my stage name, Sunny.

“Oh. Ha-rin.”

He nods, satisfied for the moment. Diving into his food again, he clears his throat. “Mind if I come back tomorrow?”

January 2019

Lunch with Hobi becomes the new normal. Whenever he has a free spot in his schedule he just shows up at the studio. Sometimes we have lunch around 12, other days it’s more like 8. Either way, he always sends me a text asking me if he can eat lunch in the studio, and chances are I’m still hanging around. He gives me a tentative time, and I always find a way to say yes.

I don’t think I’ve paid for lunch for six months straight. To be honest, it’s really nice. On the other hand, I feel a little guilty. Whenever I bring it up, Hobi just waves me off.

Nearly on the verge of tearing my hair out as I struggle with the title track of TXT’s debut album, Hobi sends me a text telling me that he’s on his way over with the goods. It doesn’t take him long to show up, plopping down beside me and placing the food in front of me before I can even take my headphones off.

“I’ll order next time?” I ask tentatively. We’ve had this conversation several times already, but I can’t quite seem to win.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hobi says as he continues on in his meal. I glare at him.

“Well, I do worry about it. You don’t need to keep doing this, Hobi.”

Now he sets down his food and turns to look at me. He’s wearing a white t-shirt today, and his hair has been recently dyed with honey-brown highlights. When I first saw him in the doorway of the studio with his usual bag of food, I had to remind myself to breathe.

He looks good.

“Yes I do.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I nearly agreed with him before stopping.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, a little annoyed. “I’m not some pity case that you have to foster until I make a name for myself, you know.”

As soon as I say it I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. Hobi blinks before starting to laugh, applauding my bravado.

“Wow!” He says through his laughter. “You think that’s why I’m here?”

I just shrug, too mortified to say anything else. Heaven knows I’m too high-strung at the moment to be trusted to say anything else.

“I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but you’re not a pity case. Do you feel like you’re a pity case?” Hobi turns what should have offended him into a shovel to dig around my brain a bit.

Shaking my head, I sneak a peek over at him. He’s sitting with his legs and arms crossed, looking at me intently.

“...no.”

I don’t sound that convincing, that much is clear on Hoseok’s face. Leaning forward in his chair, he looks like he’s thinking over something important but remains silent for a moment. I take the temporary silence to eat a bit more of my food, only then noticing that it’s ramyeon.

The thought of Hoseok taking some of the packets of ramyeon from the break room and sneaking down here with them makes me want to laugh and cry.

“Pdogg said you’re working on TXT’s title track. It’s your first big project here; how are you feeling?”

The question takes me off guard, and I slurp up the rest of my noodles before I respond. “Alright, I guess. It’s been a while since I had to start on a track from square one.”

A look of understanding dawn on Hoseok’s face. “That’s stressful. But that also says a lot that you’re trusted with so much.”

Shrugging, I drink the last bit of the broth before tossing my cup in the trash. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think Bang PD is trying to kill me.”

“Really?” J-hope frowns before also finishing off his ramyeon. “I could help you, if you want.”

I shake my head firmly, watching as he laughs as though he’d expected as much. “No, I need to do this on my own. I think I’m nearly there, anyways.”

“So that’s why you never leave the studio these days,” he muses.

“Exactly.”

Normally Hoseok is pretty quick in his visits; we eat and he leaves as soon as he’s finished. I’m honestly surprised that he has enough time to eat with me nearly every day. Today though, he lingers. I can tell that he’s chewing on a thought, and I turn to him, raising my eyebrows.

“Are you about to tell me I can get us food next time?”

He blinks at me, laughing. “No, not that. I know you won’t let me help you with producing; that’s fine. But will you at least let me listen to the track when you feel like it’s good enough?”

Hoseok and I are at a strange crossroads in our acquaintanceship. Are we friends yet? From the consistency of his lunches and willingness to help me, I believe we are. But then again, this feels completely unbalanced for a friendship. After all, isn’t he the one putting in all the work?

“That sounds like work, though.” I fold my arms in front of me. “You already work all the time.”

“You won’t even let me listen to it?”

Looking at him, I see how sincere he is in his intentions. Maybe that’s what makes me loosen up a bit, letting go of my insecurities just enough to let him in.

“You promise to tell me if it sucks?”

He giggles, the sound of his little laugh making me smile. “Oh, absolutely.”

Giving him a curt nod, I grab my headphones, ready to get back to work. “Ok.”

He hesitates. “Ok? That’s it?”

My chair swivels to face him, one side of my headphones off my ear so I can hear him. “That’s it. I’m kicking you out now so I can come up with a track decent enough for J-hope to listen to.”

Cackling at my behavior, he holds his hands up in surrender and makes his way out of the studio. “See you tomorrow, Rin-ah.”

I don’t hear him, my headphones firmly planted on my head. Chuckling to himself, Hoseok closes the door on his way out.

Two weeks later

“I think that one’s my favorite,” Hoseok says as he slips the headphones off. I raise my eyebrows.

“Really?”

He nods, smiling softly as he hands the headphones back to me. I put them on, immediately beginning to toggle with the track before me.

“Really. Why, do you not like it?”

I shake my head, eyes glued to the monitor. “No, it’s not that. It’s just...I think that’s the song I hated producing the most. It was by far the most challenging.”

“I can see why. But it sounds like your hard work paid off.”

I forget to breathe for a moment as he reaches out and gently removes the headphones from my head. Placing them on the desk, he crouches beside me and saves the changes I’ve made before closing down the computer.

“What are you doing?” I ask once I’ve remembered how to expand my lungs again. Hoseok straightens up, patting his thighs as though checking he has everything he needs in his pockets.

“That was the final track, right?”

I nod slowly, not catching on. “Yeah, but I’ve still got to review everything and-”

“No.” He looks serious as he shakes his head. “Not tonight. You’ve been locked up in this studio for over a month, I swear.”

Frowning, I turn my swivel chair in a slow circle, glaring at the wall and then Hoseok. “You make it sound like I never leave.”

“Well, do you? I’ve only ever seen you in a studio.”

Scoffing, I stop spinning and face him. “I go home at the end of the day! I shower! Do you really think I don’t shower?!”

Laughing, Hoseok extends a hand out to me which I stare at. My brain is completely fried.

“Sure, ok. You shower. But you leave here late and come back early. You’re finished - you’re practically finished, don’t give me that look - with the album and if you really want to review it, you can tomorrow. But I’ve listened to all the tracks and you deserve a break. Come on.”

He keeps his hand out, waiting for me to take it. Groaning, I grab my phone off the desk and take his hand. Hauling me up and out of the chair, I realize that his hand is larger than I thought it was. And warm.

“I can’t believe you’re kicking me out of my studio- it’s only 9 o’clock!” I shout as I see the time. I haven’t been out of the studio before 9 in weeks, usually opting to leave around 1 or 2 in the morning. Hoseok chuckles before me, looking at me over his shoulder until he slows down enough to walk beside me.

“When was the last time you were actually outside for longer than it takes to walk to your car?”

I shrug. “I take the bus. Can’t relate.”

“Whatever, you know what I mean.”

Squinting up at him, I curse those honey-brown highlights that are still prominent in his hair. He looks like some sort of model that got lost in the agency building, not my friend that sits with me and offers unsolicited advice.

“I don’t know…” I pout as he opens up the door and we head out into the night air. “A while?”

Laughing, he nods his head. “Yeah, I bet. Here, I’ll give you a ride.”

Stopping in my tracks, I shake my head. “No, that’s fine. I’m ok to take the bus, it stops right in front of my street and everything.”

Hoseok stops with one foot hanging off the curb, ready to head into the parking lot. He tilts his head to the side in that cute habit of his. Struggling to maintain an innocent expression, I watch as he marches back over to me.

“First off, do you consider me a friend?”

I’ve never seen Hoseok’s intense professional side before, but I can see that same tamed fire lurking behind his eyes as he draws nearer.

“I...yes?” I assume that’s the correct answer.

He nods his head before moving on to the next question. “Good. Secondly, I don’t remember saying that I’d give you a ride home. Did I?”

Blinking up at him, I shake my head. “No...but then where are we going?”

In an instant his intense gaze turns into the happy-go lucky expression I’ve come to associate with Hobi. “To celebrate! You just finished producing almost an entire album with only Pdogg for company; that’s a feat in and of itself.” He pauses, looking at me with a soft gaze. “You’re ok with that, right?”

Once I nod Hobi jumps off the curb and leads me to his car. Where I’m expecting a sports car I’m pleased to see a normal, albeit nice, car waiting for us. Opening the door wide for me, he gives me a big smile as I reluctantly get in.

Once he buckles up and starts the car, I turn to look at him. He looks a bit worried behind the driver's seat.

“Are you ok?” I ask. He quickly nods.

“I’m fine...I just don’t tend to drive that often. It’s not my favorite.”

I can’t help but laugh a little at his concerned expression. “Right, I forgot.” He eases out of the parking lot at a slower speed than necessary, but I let it slide. “Why did you drive today?”

He shrugs. “Just felt like it. Are you hungry yet?”

I raise my eyebrows. “I think I could eat again.”

“Great,” Hobi smiles at me before returning his full attention to the road. “I think the boys ordered pizza.”

Heart dropping to my toes, I nearly smack him before I stop myself. “The boys? What are we doing?”

He’s too focused to laugh at my obvious worry, but the ghost of a smile flits across his mouth. “Well, you don’t really seem like the type to hit up clubs and stuff to celebrate, and I figured you’d be tired after everything. So we’re heading to my apartment to eat and maybe watch a movie or something.” He spares me a quick look. “Unless you’d rather go home. Really, I don’t want you to feel pressured. I can just drop you off.”

A part of me wants to shrivel up with embarrassment at the thought of hanging out with the rest of BTS tonight; I’ve only ever seen them at work. Unlike with Hobi who I see nearly every day, I’ve only seen the other boys a handful of times.

I doubt they even know my name.

The small part of me that has kept me up staring at the ceiling and replaying every moment spent with Hoseok; his warm smile and soft eyes, the way he says my name and seems so kind...that part has me smiling at the man in the driver’s seat.

“If you can get us all the way to your apartment without crashing this car, I’m down to watch a movie with you guys.”

His eyes light up with something I can’t quite catch before he’s focusing on the road again.

“Perfect. Here, can you figure out how to call Jungkook on this car phone? Tell him what kind of pizza you want.”

Hobi’s apartment can be summarized in one word: clean. When he mentioned going to his apartment, I thought he meant the apartment he shares with the other six members. Instead, we’re at his own apartment. I didn’t even realize he had one of his own.

I say as much when we pull up.

“I tend to split my time between both apartments,” he says, opening up the front door. “However, the floors are being rebuffed at the shared one. So for tonight we’ll be here.”

The smell of pizza intercepts my thoughts as I kick my shoes off and watch with no small amount of amusement the way Hobi delicately places his shoes on the rack. I make sure to follow suit, grinning as he lets out a sigh of relief when I appear to be tidy.

“Helloooo,” Hobi calls as he leads me into the dining area. Jungkook already has his mouth full of pizza when he spots me.

“Oh- mmf...Sunny!” I smile at the boy I just spoke to on the phone. I guess they remember who I am, after all. “Your pizza is...oh, Jimin’s got it.”

Sure enough, Jimin is opening up a pizza with pineapple, olives, and chicken on it. He raises his eyebrows upon seeing my strange assortment of toppings.

“And this is good?”

I laugh a little at Jimin’s attitude, surprised to see him so at home with me.

Instantly feeling more comfortable around them, I grab one of the plates sitting on the table and make my way over to the pizza. “Of course it’s good. Haven’t you ever tried it before?” Hobi follows suit, looking over the options with a sharp eye.

“Can’t say I have. Mind if I steal a piece?” When I shake my head Jimin reaches over to ease a slice out of the box. “Thanks. Also, congrats on surviving the debut album. Hoseokie hyung said you were crazy busy with it.”

My eyes widen a bit as I look to the man in question. Hoseok gives me a guilty smile before returning his attention to the pizza.

“You talk about me?”

The question leaves my lips before I can stop it, and I once again chalk it up to the lack of sleep, fresh air, nutrients, and peace of mind that I’ve been getting lately. Jungkook immediately starts laughing, nearly choking on his pizza.

Hobi shrugs, giving Jimin a brief look that details his plans for his murder. “I’ve mentioned you a couple of times. It’s been a while since we’ve had a new producer under our roof- much less one that works so hard.”

While the compliment doesn’t fail to make me blush, I also can’t get over the fact that J-hope has told Jimin and Jungkook and probably the rest of the boys about me.

“In his defense,” Yoongi says, striding into the dining room wearing a large hoodie, “we did grill him for questions when he kept skipping out on meals with us.”

“Especially when he was smuggling ramyeon out of the break room,” Jungkook adds.

I’m not sure where to look as Hoseok’s face goes bright red under the chandelier. Either way, I can’t hold in my laughter.

“I was wondering where you got all that ramyeon,” I muse. The other boys chuckle, grabbing the last few things before heading out into the living room. I wait for Hobi who’s currently staring holes into his pizza.

“You coming?”

He jumps a little at the sound of my voice, looking up at me with his mouth in a small frown before smiling. He dips his head to the side in that way he always does.

“Right behind you.”

February 2019

Things slowly begin to change. The debut album is reviewed and accepted, and suddenly I’m no longer eating in my studio with Hobi. Instead, I’m showing up at his apartment after work for dinner.

His schedule has gotten busier since mine has relaxed now that TXT is debuting in less than a month. Unfortunately I can’t just show up on set or in his studio or wherever it is he’s working for the day, so instead I begrudgingly accepted his offer of dining in at his apartment.

He’s never alone, our meals now consist of Jin usually choking on something or Yoongi making sly comments under his breath. Namjoon has only been there once, according to the rest of the boys he’s a workaholic. It doesn’t surprise me at all.

Jimin is a constant at Hobi’s apartment; apparently he’s none too happy about his roommate spending more time at a separate place. Jungkook and Taehyung usually tag along, although Jungkook has a bad habit of wandering about and leaving early.

Dohyeong has come over a couple of times as well, he made sure to make fun of me for no longer stopping in at his studio.

“You’re busy these days,” I say as I try to defend myself. “I don’t want to be a distraction.”

Dohyeong shrugs, completely ignoring the dark circles under his eyes. “We’re not too busy. And you could honestly be a big help to us, if you bothered to drop in.”

I’m in the middle of rolling my eyes when Hobi speaks up from where he sits beside me. “Actually, you really should. I was talking to Bang PD about it and-”

“You talked to Bang PD about me?” I shriek, dropping my spoon in my soup and turning my full attention to the man beside me. “Are you trying to get me fired or something? Jeez, Hobi, you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days!”

Hobi looks like he’s not certain if he wants to run off screaming or burst into laughter at my sudden outburst. He holds up his hands in an innocent gesture. “Hey, all I did was mention the fact that you’ve been working very hard and that you show a lot of promise. If we could get you on a project of ours, it might really open up a lot of doors for you. You know, more than the occasional song.”

I stare at him, the table completely silent as I study out his face. He’s casually eating his food, keeping one eye on me as though waiting for me to start beating him up. He straightens up and grabs a bit of the meat from his soup, blowing on it before extending it out to me.

Glancing between him and the meat, I sigh before leaving forward and biting it.

Later that night, as we’re watching “Inception” and everyone is lounging about the living room, I look over to Hobi who sits between Jimin and I. The light of the movie dances across his face, leaving me a bit starstruck as I mull over his words.

I’ve worked on a few small parts of songs with the other producers for BTS before, but I’ve never headed a project for them. Granted, I’ve only been at Bighit for a short amount of time. I was thrilled to know that Bang PD wanted me to be one of TXT’s main producers. It’s a big deal, especially for someone as young as I am.

So why is Hobi trying to get me to jump onto some project for BTS?

He must sense my stare, because he’s crinkling his nose before looking over at me a moment later. I stare at him with wide eyes, caught red-handed.

Apparently the dark room doesn’t show him how red I am, because he simply looks at me and raises his eyebrows, silently asking me what I’m thinking.

Scooting in a little closer until my head is resting against the back of the couch near his shoulder, I whisper my worries to him.

“It was nice of you to mention me to Bang PD, but I don’t feel comfortable just jumping in on a project with you guys. That feels...wrong, somehow.”

He nods slowly, bringing his arm around my shoulders and giving me a comforting squeeze. “Ok...you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But I really think you should talk with Pdogg or Dohyeong about it. I just think we could really use your help.”

Once I agree to talk with Pdogg about it, Hobi removes his arm and focuses on the movie again. I close my eyes for a moment, fighting the pounding in my chest as I replay how it felt to be so close to him.

Just jumping in on a project with Hobi doesn’t feel right. I know he’s doing it out of friendship, but I also know myself. The world tends to open doors for people based off of who they know, and I refused to use that to my advantage a long time ago.

Looking around the room at the people I’ve begun to call friends, I wonder if I’ve inadvertently sabotaged myself before I could even begin.

♟

After the movie ends Hobi wastes no time getting up and driving me home like he usually does. It’s quiet inside the car, I lean my head against the window and watch the city lights stream past.

I hear Hobi’s intake of breath before he speaks. “Did you like the movie?”

Glancing over at him, I can’t help but smile. He’s nearly buried in his oversized sweatshirt, his nervous eyes flitting all over the road almost as though waiting for a bear to amble out in front of him.

“Yeah, it’s a good one. I’ve seen it before.”

He frowns. “You didn’t tell me that. We could’ve watched a different one, you know.”

I shake my head, eyes drifting down to where his hands clutch the steering wheel. “No, it never gets old.”

He turns onto my street, starting to let off the gas. “If you say so.” Coming to a stop before my apartment building, he turns to face me. “Hey, about earlier...I know it probably seemed really weird for me to just say that out of the blue, but-”

“Lock the doors.”

“What?”

I lean across him to lock all the doors, grabbing his arm out of fear when I see a burly man edging closer to the car. “Hobi…” I whisper, a sudden shot of fear coursing through my veins.

Hoseok catches sight of the man, who has bent over and is trying to see who’s inside the car. We’re both frozen as he comes ever closer, until he suddenly pounces at the passenger side door, making me scream.

“I see you!” He shouts, his hood dropping from his face. “I see you, you little-”

I don’t get to listen to his colorful language before Hobi throws the car into drive and takes off. I’m still clinging to him, staring out the passenger window. Blood is pounding through my veins, making me see stars even as I gasp for air.

“Do you know him?” Hobi asks, keeping his eyes glued to the road. His voice is exceptionally calm, despite the fact that I know he scares easily.

Finally detaching my hands from his arm, I rub my eyes. “I...I don’t know…?” We pass a speed limit sign, and I jump up in my seat. “Hoseok, slow down!”

He doesn't listen to me, and I swear he almost speeds up. I watch people’s faces as we speed by, a few staring after the nice car with a sneer. If it weren’t for the terror in my system I would have been making fun of Hobi. For a man so terrified of driving, he sure does know how to floor it.

Pressing a few buttons on the steering wheel, the sound of a phone ringing fills the car. A glance at the dashboard shows that Hobi’s calling one of their full-time bodyguards.

My jaw appears to be locked as I can’t even bring myself to open my mouth to ask him what’s happening.

“What’s going on?” The bodyguard, Do-yun, immediately asks. It’s rare for him to receive a call this late at night; it can only mean one thing: trouble.

“Do-yun?” Hoseok’s voice is ice-cold as he begins to deliver instructions. “I’m going to send you an address, I need you to stop by my apartment to retrieve a key and then bring some of Sunny’s items over.”

I perk up a little when he calls me Sunny. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him refer to me by my pseudonym. The bright name coming from his lips somehow makes me feel cold.

“Yes, sir. Are you alright?”

I don’t miss Hobi’s gaze as he glances over at me with fire in his eyes. “We’re fine. See you soon.”

When we pull up outside of Hobi’s apartment again, I stare up at his darkened windows with wide eyes. He must sense my confusion, because he waits before getting out of the car. Gingerly unbuckling my seatbelt, his icy exterior melts enough for me to see to Hobi that I’ve grown close to over the past six months.

“Rin-ah,” he starts, and I instantly relax upon hearing my name from him. “Did you recognize that man?”

I immediately begin to shake my head. “I told you, I don’t...I don’t know.”

“Have you seen him before? Even just hanging around your apartment, down in the street or something.”

Looking into Hoseok’s eyes, I can see the unending depths of his patience. But there’s something more there, now. Something I’ve never seen before.

A sharp blade hides behind his eyes, one that I’ve never seen him wield. Watching how his hands curl up into fists against his jeans, I realize that I’m not sure I want to see that weapon at work.

Perhaps I’m at my limit, the memory of that man hurling himself at the car and attempting to claw his way inside too much for me to handle. Whatever it is, something pushes me to do something I immediately wish I didn’t.

Looking straight into Hoseok’s eyes, I lie.

Chapter 2

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You Join Him On A V Live ~ Kim Taehyung

His hand fell on your lap as he turned the camera on, your eyes were quick to fall on the view count that quickly rose, bringing a smile to your face. Taehyung glanced across at you, squeezing your leg as he waved towards the camera and the thousands of fans that had tuned in for his life.

“Hello Army!” He waved, sending hearts to all of the fans. “I’ve got a special guest with me here today, Jimin bailed, so Y/N’s here instead.”

“I’m better than Jimin though,” you chuckled, grinning as all the fans began to respond to your humour in the comments. None of the fans knew you’d be there, but as soon as word began to spread, more people joined to be able to see the two of you together.

The fans absolutely adored the two of you together, with Taehyung being one of the more active members on social media, they were often treated to cute photos of you, sneaking up on you when you least expected it.

“We’re just going to sit for a while and answer some of your questions, have a bit of a catch up and let you guys know what we’ve been up to,” he spoke. Questions soon flooded the screen as you tried to keep up with them all moving quickly along the screen.

“You’re right, I am much better than Jimin.”

Taehyung smiled as you quickly settled in front of the fans, responding to all the comments that were in support of you being on the live over Jimin. You both knew it was all a joke, but it was definitely going to wind Jimin up which was perfect.

Taehyung reached across and scrolled back along a couple, pointing one out to you. “This is quite a nice one, it asks what the two of us have been doing with the time off you’ve had. So, what have we been up to Taehyung?”

“We’ve not been up to much, just spending some time together, visiting a few different places, lots of walks with Yeontan,” he spoke in response to your question. “It’s been really nice.”

“It’s been nice having you home,” you added, glancing to the computer screen once again trying to find another question. “Alright, next question. Y/N, what is your favourite song off the new album?” You read aloud, taking a few moments to ponder.

Taehyung leant forward, resting his head in his hand, encouraging you to give the answer that he wanted. You couldn’t help but wait, watching the corners of his mouth turn up into a wry smile, urging you to speak.

“I’m a big fan of Moon,” you teased, “only joking, obviously my favourite is Inner Child.”

He fakes a laugh, poking your hips several times making you squirm. “Y/N thinks she’s so funny, but she’s not. I think some may say that she’s bullying me.”

“There’s no way,” you chuckled, shaking your head at his antics. The reaction of the fans was brilliant as you scanned back through the comments once more. “Shall we read another question out before we end having a domestic in front of Army.”

He did as he was told, glancing over a few pointless comments before finding one that really made him laugh. “Would Y/N ever get up on stage and perform with you? Or has she ever performed one of your songs before around the house?”

“There is no chance of me ever going on stage, how you guys do it night after night is beyond me. It’s terrifies me.”

“She does sing around the dorms though.”

“Yeah, but we don’t need to talk about that, no one is watching me when I’m alone.”

He shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You thought nothing of it until a video played that he’d taken of you when you weren’t paying attention singing along to Mikrokosmos whilst you were cleaning, unaware of him hiding behind the door frame, recording it all to get his revenge on you at some point.

“Y/N pretends that she’s a terrible singer, but you can see from this performance she belongs on the stage. She’s always doing choreography from behind the camera at rehearsals. One day I’ll convince her to show you all how talented he is,” he assured the fans.

“You’ve got a better chance of me doing a headstand on stage than singing.”

His hand moved along from your thigh to your hand squeezing it gently. “I’d never force you onto the stage, but I think the fans are really missing out in my opinion. Let’s read another question, there is plenty that the fans want to learn from the two of us.”

The two of you sat and went through several more questions, laughing and joking as you retold many of your favourite stories together, whilst letting them all know the fun things you’d been up to and how you were spending your time. They loved any interaction with the two of you, it was amazing for them all to see you both live.

“Maybe we should bring this to an end soon, we’ve got lots of work to be getting on with.”

“And we won’t leave it so long next time until we’re on again,” you added, smiling widely. “It’s nice to be able to talk to you all.”

“Absolutely,” Taehyung agreed, “you guys are all so lovely, and it’s nice for the two of us to be able to do something fun and be able to be with you.”

Soon, the comments started to come, begging the two of you to stay online and chat for a bit longer. It meant a great deal to you that the fans wanted to see you and be able to talk to you, at times you feared the complete opposite, but Taehyung knew they’d love you.

“We’ll say goodbye now Army, stay safe, look after yourselves and continue to cheer for us,” he spoke, waving to the camera for a few moments before switching it off.

Once the screen went black, he turned to face you, wrapping his arms tightly around you, pulling you tightly into his chest, pressing several kisses all over your face making you giggle.

“I love that they love you so much,” he spoke, “it means so much that you’re able to have a relationship with the fans. If we could have stayed on all day and spoken to them, I don’t think they would have minded,” he added, smiling to himself at how well the whole stream had gone.

“It’s just nice that you have such lovely and accepting fans. I couldn’t be happier that they’re happy that we’re together.”

“So, did you enjoy going live then?”

At first you were apprehensive, but as you settled in quickly, with Taehyung reassuring you by your side, it soon became an easy, enjoyable experience.

“I wouldn’t say no to doing another one,” you spoke, looking up at him, brushing his long fringe out of his eyes so you could find his.

“Well, when Jimin isn’t around I know who I can call on to come and do a stream with me,” he smiled.

“I’m still the favourite, the fans said so,” you replied.

“Oh, of course.”

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Trouble ~ Namjoon & Seokjin x Reader [SMUT]

A/N: I took inspiration from the song trouble by RM and Jin but here you go, would love some feed back :) PSA My first time writing a threesome so im sorry if it sucks

⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Mentions of choking, degradation, daddy, pet names, sex without protection ((wrap before you tap, be smart)) THREESOME

⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: SMUT. It’s just….it’s literal smut and I’m not even sorry about it

⏤𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 8.3K

You’re staring at the dress in front of you, the dress that started the small disagreement with you and Namjoon, your boyfriend of two years. You were supposed to be going out to celebrate their comeback tonight, you, the boys and their partners but now you weren’t sure you were allowed to go, Namjoon got into a hissy fit when he saw what you were planning on wearing and told you not to because he didn’t want his band members or anyone else seeing what was his to see, and only his to see, the dress wasn’t even that bad. It was a golden glittered, spaghetti strapped dress with a V-neck line and cut out sides body con. Jimin had helped you choose it weeks ago when he took you out shopping for a weekly catch up and a shopping trip, you and Jimin were close friends, it was how you met Namjoon after all and he agreed to help you find something sexy to wear for the night out.

Jimin picked you up in his car and took your shopping at a nearby mall, promising you that you would find something to wear, both of you were dressed in masks and hats so you wouldn’t get spotted right away and he picked you up from your apartment and not Namjoon’s so he knew no paparazzi would be following you around. You wanted to shop in peace and kept the dress a surprise from Namjoon. Jimin told you he knew the best place to go and insisted on taking you there and once you found the perfect dress you would go and get a drink somewhere or something to eat depending on how the dress shopping went, to sit and catch up. You missed him, he was your best friend after all and since you started dating Namjoon you didn’t get to spend as much time together as you used to do before but Jimin didn’t mind at all, he was happy you and Namjoon made one another happy.

“Jimin don’t you think it’s too much?” You questioned looking at yourself in the mirror, you were in the golden dress, looking at the way it clung to your body and Jimin was standing behind you, admiring the dress he’d picked.

“No…It’s perfect, you look amazing. You have an amazing body and you should be showing it off!” He chuckled, clapping his hands together and nodding at the worker that you would be taking the dress, no matter what you said, you were taking it, you went to go and get changed out of it, slipping back into jeans and an oversized hoodie, one of Joonie’s that you stolen from him and never intended on giving back, ever.

“You know Joon will love it, he loves you in everything,” Jimin said trying to calm down your worrying mind but that wasn’t what you were worried about,

“But what will the fans think? Or the paparazzi Jimin?”

Jimin poked your arm playfully, trying to calm you down but it wasn’t working.

“Look…Who cares what anyone else will think okay. It’s what you think, now do you think you look amazing in that dress, yes or no?”

“Yes But-”

“Do you think Namjoon will want to take you home and fuck you all night yes or no?” You groaned pushing your friend away from you for thinking of your sex life like that but he took hold of you again, staring at you until you answered him.

“Yes.” You mumbled paying for the dress and taking the bag from the cashier who was giving you a weird look, you turned to Jimin and shook your head, why did he have to have these conversations in public where people could overhear everything.

“Now, can we go and get something to eat I’m starving.” You mumbled looking down at your phone and texting Namjoon a quick morning message, he was in the studio all day but you knew he would still want to hear from you.

“It’s not too sexy?” You questioned Jimin later that night on facetime, the dress was hanging up in your wardrobe and you were looking up at it, looking at it on the hanger was intimidating, Jimin groaned rolling over onto his stomach on the bed and staring at you through the screen,

“There isn’t a thing as too sexy.” He said with a smirk, winking at you before hanging up the phone leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Apparently, there was a thing called “too sexy” according to Namjoon, he said you couldn’t wear it out to the club, you could have sworn the vein on his neck was going to explode the moment he laid eyes on the dress, you’d kept it hidden from him for the last couple of weeks, wanting it to be a nice surprise for Namjoon on the night, but the moment you pulled it from the wardrobe of your apartment was a nightmare, he dropped the glass he was holding onto the floor, smashing into pieces as it came into contact with the hardwood flooring and stared at the dress his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of the front of his head and that was before he even said anything to you, when he did finally start talking it was telling you how you weren’t going to wear it as if he was your dad and could decide what you did and did not do, or how you could and could not dress, you were a grown-up who could make her own choices.

The front door slamming is what interrupted your thoughts, you walked over to the window in your bedroom and watched Namjoon get into a taxi, so he was going without you. You scoffed to yourself shaking your head and going over to the dress if he was going to act like that you were going to wear the dress regardless of what he thought, you took it from the wardrobe and headed into the en-suite, getting ready to do your hair and makeup, and to show off the new dress Jimin had picked for you, you even snapped a photo and sent it to Jimin.

“Be there soon, Namjoon hates the dress” Hitting send you locked your phone and started getting ready.

Once you made your way to the club you walked inside, ignoring the paparazzi that were already crowding around the club for a look on what was going on inside, Jimin told you he would meet you by the entrance and he did, he was dressed in some suit trousers and a plain white shirt, all of the boys were dressed the same way wanting to look nice for photos. You smiled at Jimin as you came in, he twirled you around under his arm, wolf-whistling as the dress sparkled under the lights of the club, this earnt looks from everyone nearby inside even though the music was loud, Hoseok spotted you next and patted Jin and Yoongi to look up at you, Jimin smirked before pulling your back into his chest and whispering in your ear.

“Joonie’s at the bar and he does not look happy, what did you do?” He chuckled, you span out of his arms and turned to face him, swaying to the loud music that was playing, clubs weren’t usually your thing or Namjoon’s thing, you preferred staying at home instead of coming out too loud and busy clubs but tonight was to celebrate and you both wanted to celebrate together, though he wasn’t acting like it right now.

“He hates the dress Jimin.” You mumbled, suddenly all of the confidence you had about coming out and teasing Namjoon all night in the dress was gone, there were girls in much less than you everywhere in the club and you started to feel self-conscious, why didn’t he want you to wear what they were wearing, did you not look good enough to wear this? Jimin snapped you away from your thoughts, roughly turning you around so you were facing Namjoon’s back, he was sat at the bar with a drink in his hand he didn’t look happy at all, even though he was supposed to be celebrating the new album that had just come out, it looked like he was ignoring everyone who was trying to talk to him.

“He hasn’t spoken to anyone all night, you need to get your man in a good mood, now go.” He ordered, giving you a small push and making you walk across the dancefloor and over to the bar where you sat on the seat next to Namjoon and ordered a Gin and Lemonade as if you didn’t know he was sitting right next to you, all of the confidence you had back once again as soon as his eyes glued onto your body as you sat beside him, he couldn’t take his eyes off you but he wasn’t about to admit that to you, you’d gone against what he said and that made him angry.

“I told you not to wear that.” He mumbled sipping from his glass, you took yours from the bartender and paid him, drinking from your glass and turning on the seat to face Namjoon smiling innocently at him.

“I can wear what I want, you’re not my dad.” You whispered in his ear, you jumped down from the barstool and he wrapped his arm around your waist so you couldn’t walk away from him just yet, he pulled you to stand between his legs, moving your hair away from your neck and kissing the skin that was exposed to him now.

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” He breathed in your ear, sending shivers up and down your back as he mentioned the previous night you’d spend together, leaving another kiss below your ear, you pushed yourself away from him knowing if you stood there longer you would want him to take you home, you smirked back at him, taking your drink and going to find Jimin in a booth seat somewhere, you placed the drink down on the table and looked at him, leaning your palms on the table.

“Dance with me Jimin.” You pouted looking at the packed dance floor, he nodded at his drink and told you to sit down, saying he would dance later when he’d had enough to drink.

“I want to dance now.” You mumbled sitting down in the booth across from Jimin and sipping on your glass and looking at Namjoon who was already staring at you from over at the bar.

“Ask Hyung,” Jungkook said, standing up with his partner and heading over to the dance floor on their own, you rolled your eyes, sitting back in the chair and looking at the glass in front of you, It was just you Jin and Jimin in the booth now and you wanted to go and dance.

“Have you fought?” Jin questioned when you didn’t get up to go and ask your boyfriend to dance, you nodded stirring the drink in front of you and then up at Jin.

“He doesn’t like the dress, thinks it’s too sexy.” You grumbled rolling your eyes at the thought of what Namjoon had been saying earlier, you glanced over and he got up, going to the bathrooms, he was probably going to ignore you all night now and it was bothering you.

“It’s not too sexy right?” Jin looked you up and down from his side of the booth and shook his head he was a little shocked you’d asked him outright like that,

“I’ve seen women in less than that in here.” You nodded with a smile on your face, finally, someone other than Jimin agreed with you, you took his hand and stood up,

“Dance with me Jin.” You said pulling him from the booth and over to the dance floor, standing near Jungkook and his partner, smiling at them before dancing with Jin, Jimin smirked at you from the booth and you winked at him playfully, he knew you were doing this to tease Namjoon and he loved you for it, you turned back to look over at the bar where Namjoon had been and starting to grind against Jin to the music that was playing loudly.

“What are you doing?” Jin stuttered out, the usually cool and collected older boy replaced with a nervous stuttering one behind you, you held back the smirk that was trying to come onto your lips and just continued to dance, bumping your bodies together, his hands found their way onto your waist and he pulled you closer to him, finally letting go and having a little fun, your butt was rubbing against his crotch you didn’t mean for it to go this far but there was just something about the setting that turned you on, it was turning Jin on too, you knew because of his hard-on that was pressing against you, you smirked to yourself, making sure to grind harder against him.

Namjoon came out from the toilets and spotted you instantly, he looked at his brother who had his hands on your waist, biting down onto his lip as you ground yourself against him, your eyes lifted from the ground and you spotted Namjoon, you smirked rocking your hips harder into Jin and keeping eye contact with Namjoon teasing him was going to be a bitch later but you didn’t care, you were getting wetter with every dance move and the way his eyes burnt into your body wasn’t helping, he looked so sexy when he was mad at you and you loved every second of it. Jin’s hands moved up your sides and to your neck, bending down to whisper in your ear once he noticed Namjoon watching you both.

“This is gonna get you in trouble,” He whispered to you, looking up at Namjoon, both of them having a silent conversation with their eyes, Namjoon was making his way over to you now. Namjoon wasted no time spinning you around and pulling you into his chest, making sure you were grinding your hips against his crotch just like you had been doing to Jin. You threw your arms around Jin’s neck, pulling him towards you so you were grinding against them both if anyone was looking it just looked like you were dancing together but you knew it was more than that, you knew that because of the hard-on from Namjoon that was pressing against your ass you were now sandwiched between both of them and you were enjoying every second of it.

“You’re so sexy tonight,” Namjoon whispered in your ear, kissing and sucking along your neck, pushing your chin up so you were holding eye contact with Jin the entire time as you danced together, Jin’s hands roomed down to your waist again and he ran his thumb along the exposed skin that was peeking through the cutout holes on the side of the golden fabric, you looked up at Namjoon who was holding eye contact with Jin, you glanced at Jin and he was smirking at his friend.

“Maybe you should take her home Joon, looks like she’s had too much to drink.” His hands left your body and you whined at the loss of contact, Namjoon chuckled against you and you pouted out your bottom lip, turning around and dragging Jin’s body back to yours and grinding against him, throwing your head back against his chest, you did not want this to end at all and locking eyes with Namjoon, you didn’t want to stop dancing with them, you wanted them both to stay with you all night but people were starting to stare at you. Jin’s hard-on was starting to get uncomfortable for him and you smirked as you felt him twitch between the fabrics you were both wearing,

“Joonie let’s take him home.” You giggled your hand sliding down towards Jin’s crotch and rubbing softly over his clothes, making sure no one was watching you and that you couldn’t be seen doing this to Jin, Namjoon watched as you teased his best friend right in front of him while holding eye contact with him, he couldn’t lie it was turning him on watching as you did this.

“Fuck princess you’re going to get us in trouble,” Namjoon whispered to you, smirking as you bit down on your lip, turning around to look up at Jin who was blushing a bright red colour now as your hands worked their magic through his trousers, you felt Namjoon’s hands dig into your hips and pull you roughly against him, he was jealous and you could tell by the way he was gripping onto.

“I want you Jinine.” You whined out loud enough for only him and Namjoon to hear you, Joon growled and his grip tightened around you, he pushed you against Jin making sure to press his hard on onto your ass.

“Look at your, grinding back on Jin’s cock like that, impatient aren’t we?” Namjoon teased you, you whined at him pouting out your bottom lip.

“I want you too Joonie…I need you both.” You moaned out as Namjoon’s lips attached themselves onto your neck, glad you’d finally confirmed what you all wanted, he wouldn’t have continued without that, he smirked sucking along the exposed skin, you felt him smirk as the nickname for him left your lips, he looked at Jin with a questioning look and he nodded.

“Let’s give the princess what she wants,” Jin said to Namjoon catching your attention, your head snapped up to meet Namjoon’s gaze and he nodded over at the door,

“Let’s get a cab, Jin you leave after us so it doesn’t look too suspicious.” He said giving Jin a side hug and dragging you out towards the paparazzi, smiling for a couple of photos before putting you into a cab and giving the driver his address, you smirked kissing his neck as soon as you were away from the club, he growled at you and you giggled, loving the fact that he was so turned on and wound up by you.

“You’re such an attention whore aren’t you?” Namjoon quizzed pinning you to the wall by your front door, one of your legs wrapped around his waist, you were whimpering beneath him, he was mad but the good kind of mad, when he put it into use in the bedroom.

“I bet you’ve been gagging for my dick all night and then Jin’s.” He tutted, slapping your ass sharply and smirking when you whimpered under his touch. When Jin arrived at Namjoon’s apartment he let himself in and he found Namjoon pinning you against the wall by your neck, you had a huge smirk on your face as you locked eyes with Jin, he was blushing again so you giggled a little gaining Namjoon’s attention that someone else had entered the apartment, you were still fully clothed and the boys were smirking at you. Namjoon moved to the side and Jin came over to you, attaching his lips to your neck, bringing reality back to the situation that this was really going to happen, you were about to have sex with your boyfriend and his best friend. Namjoon caught that you were thinking straight and smirked, your cheeks were burning up and Jin chuckled pulling away from your neck.

“So shy all of a sudden princess.” He murmured, tracing his fingers over your skin and then up to your cheek, rubbing small circles across it with his thumb.

“You shouldn’t be so shy, you weren’t earlier.” He added you’d never seen Jin like this before, the blushing mess was gone and replaced with a dominating Jin just like Joon.

“I think we should take her upstairs, what do you think Hyung?” Namjoon questioned sucking on your neck as Jin looked at you, you were silently pleading for him to take you upstairs and take you

“Come on then kitten.” You turned around towards the staircase and his hand came into contact with your ass which was exposed thanks to the make-out session you had been having with Namjoon when he walked through the front door.

As soon as you walked through the bedroom door you were pushed onto the bed by Jin who began kissing you roughly, Namjoon smirked as he watched the scene unfold in front of him, rubbing himself through his trousers as his best friend made out with his girlfriend, you moaned out when Jin began sucking on your neck, instantly finding your weak spot, only knowing where it was because of previous long night studio conversations with Namjoon, truth be told he’d been imaging this for months, he’d wanted you in his grasp for a while but he would never do that to Namjoon.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” Jin whispered in your ear, biting down on your ear before looking at Namjoon,

“Isn’t she?” Namjoon chuckled nodding and coming over to you, standing on the other side of the bed as you got onto your knees in the middle, looking from one of them to the other, Namjoon’s lips came onto your neck while Jin’s worked on the other side, you moaned out from the feeling of having two people’s attention on you, Namjoon was right, you were an attention whore and you loved it. Namjoon’s hand ran up your thigh stopping at the top and rubbing small circles on the skin and Jin’s hands worked their way on the back of your dress, looking for the zip, once he found it he was about to unzip it but Namjoon pulled away and stopped him.

“Since the brat wanted to wear it so badly tonight, she should keep it on.” You giggled as he called you a brat which earnt you a swift slap across the ass and you hissed out with a smile on your face, he lifted the dress so it was sitting on your stomach then he pulled the straps down and rolled it so the dress was just sitting across your midway, you were exposed to them both and you loved it.

“No panties? You’re so naughty tonight baby.” Namjoon said as he began to kiss your neck, running his fingers up and down your thigh, his hands gracing across your exposed pussy causing you to take a sharp intake of breath whenever he came close to having any contact, Jin looked at Namjoon as if asking for permission to touch you and Namjoon nodded, Jin’s lips attached to your neck, kissing their way down to your nipples and sucking on the right one while his hands squeezed on your left one, you were a mess already and they’d hardly started.

“You’re so fucking wet princess,” Namjoon said into your ear, grabbing your chin with his free hand while the other rubbed small figure eyes on your clit, you held back the moan that was threatening to escape you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right,

“Do you like this? Two men wanting to fuck your brains out?” He smirked slipping one finger inside of you, you whimpered as he entered you and then cried out when he pulled back out, sucking on his finger and leaving you to suffer.

“I asked you a question, answer daddy.” He said before slapping your already sensitive clit, you let out a moan and he chuckled, he loved seeing you like this.

“Yes, daddy…I love it.” You managed to stutter out, Jin’s lips left your nipple and he laid you down on the bed, making his way down to your clit, hovering his lips above them so you could feel his cooler breath on you.

“Touch me, please…Joonie…Jinine please.” You cried out desperate for one of them to just touch you but they both chuckled at how whiny you were being, it wasn’t until your hand started to make it’s way down to your clit that Namjoon slapped it away and Jin’s lips began sucking on your clit, you threw your head back against the pillow in relief and cried out his name,

“Jin!” You screamed as he slipped one finger inside of you, curling it up to hit just the right spot with every pump of his finger, Namjoon chuckled unbuckling his belt as you cried out,

“Fuck princess you’re so sexy like this.” You opened your eyes to meet Namjoon’s and he was taking out his already hard member and stroking it, you lifted yourself up on your elbows and opened your mouth, you could suck him off all day it was your favourite thing to do.

“Good girl.” He complimented running the tip of his dick along your bottom lip and smirking as you tried to take him into your mouth only for him to move away from you just to tease you that little bit more,

“So needy,” Jin said removing his lips from your clit, adding a second finger cause you to lose the balance you had on your elbows falling back onto sheets.

“Are we sure she can take this Joonie.” Jin teased, before sucking on your wet clit again, your hand reached down and tugged on his hair and he chuckled sending vibrations through you that almost made you come right there and then.

“P-Please Joonie.” You received a smack against your boobs and you giggled, you knew Namjoon hated when you called him that in bed, he loved the nickname any other time but not in the bedroom.

“What did you call me?” You smirked up at him and held back a moan as Jin began to pump his fingers faster inside of you, hitting your g-spot every single time without hesitation.

“Please Daddy.” You moaned out, dragging out daddy to annoy him, he looked down at Jin who was looking up at him.

“What do you think Hyung? You think she can take us both?” Jin pulled away from your clit and you wept you were so close to your release but he just denied it, your stomach was in knots.

“I don’t know Joonie…Maybe we should call it a night, she looks exhausted.” Jin stood up from the bed and began making his way to the door, you were up in a flash and on your knees in front of him, unbuckling his trousers while staring up at him with innocent eyes, you didn’t want this night to end yet, you needed them both now.

“I’m not tired.” You whined taking him out of his boxers and admiring him, he wasn’t as big as Namjoon only maybe an inch or two smaller, your mouth hung open for a second and Namjoon was by your side, dick in his hand and pumping slowly.

“Take him, Princess.” He urged, you nodded and kissed Jin’s tip, before licking from the bottom to the top not breaking eye contact with him for even a second, you wanted to watch as you pleasured him, as soon as you took him into your mouth he threw his head back, moaning out your name.

“I told you she was good.” Namjoon chuckled, you looked over at him while bobbing your head and used your hand to replaced Namjoon’s, pumping him while holding eye contact with him. Namjoon smirked taking hold of your head in one hand and the bottom of Jin’s back in the other and forcing your head down all the way so your nose was pressed against his crotch, you gagged around him and Jin groaned out in pleasure, it had been so long since he’d had any kind of sexual contact with someone else, replacing Namjoon’s hands and tangling his fingers in your hair, starting to face fuck you, he started gently but when you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently he lost it and began thrusting harder into your mouth, groaning out whenever the tip of his dick would hit the back of your throat and you’d moan out around him, sending a vibration through him, you swallowed as much of him as you could manage wanting to please him.

“She’s such a cock whore Jin, you’ll do this all night and get off on it,” Namjoon said causing you to glance up at him and then back up at Jin.

You pat Namjoon’s leg three times as a sign for him to make Jin stop and Jin pulled out immediately, drool was dribbling down your chin and around your face, your makeup was ruined now, mascara running down your cheeks after your eyes began watering when he fucked your face.

“You look so cute like this,” Jin said running the tip of his dick along the drool on your chin, you giggled in a state of ecstasy, neither of them had touched you and you felt as though you were coming down from a high Namjoon looked at you and you nodded confirming you were ready to take Namjoon in your mouth now, his hands replaced Jins and he began to slowly fuck your face just like Jin had been doing, you pumped Jin with your hands while looking up at him, occasionally glancing up at Namjoon who was muttering your name and a series of curse words,

“Fuck.” He groaned holding his dick at the back of your throat, you tapped his leg and he pulled away, smiling at you proudly as you panted for air, trying to catch your breath from the way he’d just had you. Namjoon helps you stand up and you threw your arms around Jin, pulling him into a kiss and pulling him in the direction of the bed, Namjoon watched as you pinned Jin down to the bed and straddled up, kissing down his neck and his jawline,

“Don’t give him all the attention princess,” Namjoon whined from behind you, you giggled at him as his whiney attention-seeking side came out but you continued to kiss Jin, Namjoon slapped your bare ass leaving a red handprint and you bucked your hips grinding against Jin’s member and causing him to hiss into your make-session. You got off Jin’s lap and got onto all fours on the bed, wiggling your ass in Namjoon’s direction he simply smirked at you, leaving another smack across your ass cheek and coming to the front of you.

“Jin’s gonna take you tonight princess.” He whispered, running his thumb along your bottom lip and looking at you, as if questioning if it was okay for Jin to take you from behind, you giggled and looked over your shoulder at Jin biting on your lip and nodding at him, you wanted him so badly.

“Fuck me please Jin.” Namjoon pulls your face back to look at him and he pushed your hair into a make-shift ponytail with his hands

“You’re such a good girl, using your manners.” He said before watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth, you swallowed around him, concentrating on making him feel good you almost forgot about Jin until you felt Jin’s tight grasp on your hips. You were bobbing your head faster around Namjoon when Jin finally pushed forward, you moaned out around Namjoon, finally having some kind of contact, your eyes looked up at Namjoon as he continued to fuck your face, staring down at you proudly as you used one of your hands to pump what you couldn’t fit into your throat and the other hand using to steady yourself on the mattress.

“Fuck Jin!” You moaned pulling Namjoon out of your mouth and crying out, his movements were fast and rough, you licked from the base to the tip of Namjoon’s cock moaning out as Jin thrust into you stopping and holding himself deep inside of you, your back arched as he stayed in place, his tip just touching your g-spot, you could have come from that and you looked at Namjoon, mentally thanking him for letting this happen. Jin resumed his fast thrusts and you took Namjoon back into your mouth, making sure Jin’s thrusts were timed with how you were bobbing your head. You moaned around Namjoon again and closed your eyes, you could feel yourself getting closer to your release again, it was getting harder for you to keep yourself up on all fours, your legs were starting to feel weak and Namjoon could tell you were close because you kept stopping your head movements.

“Focus Princess.” He reminded you, fucking into your mouth, you let out a whine around him and you felt his dick twitch inside of you and you pulled him out of your mouth, crying out in pleasure, denying Namjoon his release like he’d done to you moments before.

“Jin, just like that.” You cried pumping Namjoon with one hand, the pleasure Jin was giving you was too much to continue with Namjoon, Jin smirked at you, bending down and leaving kisses along your spine now hitting you at a deeper angle, you were a mess now, crying out his name and clutching onto the sheets below you, your knees began to wobble and Namjoon knew what was coming, your eyes were rolling back in pleasure and he knew you were about to cum but he wasn’t ready to let you just yet, not after what you’d just done to him, he was so close and you knew that when you pulled away from him.

“Pull out Jin.” He chuckled darkly, Jin wasted no time in stopping and pulling out of you, you could have screamed at Namjoon for doing this to you but he flipped you onto your back pulling your head to the edge of the bed, leaving it to hang over just a little and smirking down at you.

“Continue sucking baby, you don’t get to cum until I do.” You whined out at him but you knew he was serious about this and he really wasn’t going to let you cum until he did, pumping in your hand and Jin got onto the bed in front of you, putting a pillow under the small of your back so you were lifted up a little.

“Jinie.” You whined as he teased you by rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds, you clenched around nothing wanting him back inside of you, you needed him inside of you to feel full again, you felt so empty without him.

“Take him in your mouth and maybe you’ll get my dick, baby girl.” You moaned at the nickname he had for you and opened your mouth so that Namjoon could fuck your face, the new angle a little tricky to work with at first but you got used to it, he leant his hands onto the mattress, he knew if you tapped onto his thigh three times to pull out instantly, his thrusts started slow but once you got used to the new angle Namjoon’s thrusts became rougher, your hand reached down to your clit and you began to rub circles but as soon as Jin saw what you were doing he slapped your hand away and replaced it with his own, slowly sliding back inside of you, you clenched around him instantly and he hissed at you.

“Fuck Joonie if she keeps clenching I won’t last long.” Namjoon let out a deep chuckle and you moaned around his cock sending vibrations through his body,

“I won’t last long either princess, do you want daddy to fill that pretty little mouth?” You tapped once as a yes and he chuckled again. Jin’s pace began to quicken but they were just as rough as before, you could feel yourself becoming closer to your release but you knew Namjoon wasn’t going to let you cum until he did so you took matters into your own hands, moving your hands to his balls and playing with them, you knew how to get him right on the edge of cumming and you enjoyed making him like this, he moaned out your name as soon as he felt what you were doing.

“Y/n.” He said dragging it out, you moaned around him again, you loved when he moaned out your name like that, you felt him twitch as soon as you let out the moan, he pulled out and began to jerk himself meaning he was close, while Jin kept thrusting you giggled looking up at Namjoon and sticking out your tongue.

“You want daddy to paint your tongue?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled at you before he was interrupted by a moan, followed by his hands slowing down and his cum hitting your face in several spots including in your mouth, you giggled loudly using your fingers to wipe it from your cheeks and suck on your fingers while holding eye contact with Namjoon who was now panting and leaning against the bedroom wall staring down at you as you continued to suck his cum off your fingers, thinking about how lucky he was to have you as his.

“That was so fucking hot.” Jin murmured from in front of you, you leant up on your elbows and smirked at him, fuck he felt so good inside of you.

“Fuck Jin I’m so close, please don’t fucking stop.” You head rolled back again and he chuckled, his thrusts were starting to get sloppier and you knew he was closer, you reached down and began to rub your clit, moaning out his name.

“Please let me cum Daddy.” You whined looking at Namjoon but he was shaking his head and pointing at Jin.

“It’s Jin’s decision baby.” You looked back at Jin who was stopping his thrusts with a giant smirk on his face, you knew he was going to stop and you didn’t want that, you needed to cum, you’d earnt it after all.

“No.” You whined wiggling away from him and pushing him down onto the mattress,

“I have to cum daddy.” You whispered in his ear, straddling his lap and holding him at your entrance, slowly letting yourself down on top of him and biting down on your lip, the new position with you on top was helping him reach deeper depths than before.

“Fuck Jin you’re so big.” You choked out, leaning your head forward onto his chest, his hands went to your waist and he began to buck his hips to up meet yours and you cried out, Namjoon came to your side and kissed the side of your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you continued to ride Jin, trying to help you get close again but you didn’t help with that, you were so close but having Namjoon there while another man fucked you turned you on more and more.

“You look so good riding Jin Hyung like that baby girl, is this what you’ve always wanted?” You nodded and Namjoon forced your head down to lock eyes with Jin and you moaned out his name and a string of curse words.

“Jin I’m so close.” You cried out, your hands resting on his stomach, struggling to keep yourself up as you rode him, you never really rode Namjoon unless it was a punishment for something, Jin chuckled as he took over thrusting up into you, your legs tired from barely riding him.

“Cum for me baby.” He said to you, and that’s all it took for you to come undone around Jin, you clenched around him but he continued to thrust through your orgasm, your eyes shut tightly and you cried out his name, throwing your head back, your mind was racing as you orgasm hit you.

“Jin-Ah! Fuck fill me up,” You moaned, clutching onto his shoulders, as soon as he felt you cum around him his orgasm followed swiftly, you felt him twitch and you looked at him, nodding at him to confirm you were serious about him cumming inside and he groaned.

“Y/N.” He moaned out filling you up, his thrusts slowing down to a stop, you stayed on top of him, not wanting him to pull out of you just yet.

Namjoon helped you up, laying you on the bed and going to grab some tissues to wipe you clean, you wiggled out of the dress that was still bunched around your waist and snuggled against Jin’s naked chest, Namjoon chuckled laying beside you and spooning you as you cuddled Jin, all three of your getting covered with the duvet and falling asleep together.

You woke up first the next morning, still entangled with both boys you smiled to yourself, slipping out of their grasp and getting off the bed, picking up Jin’s shirt from the night before and slipping into it before making your way downstairs to make them breakfast as a thank you for the night before

You were swaying side to side to their new album you had playing through the small Bluetooth speaker in Namjoon’s kitchen, you heard the floorboard creak and you looked up to see a shirtless Jin standing in the doorway, you smiled at him and flipped the pancake that was cooking over.

“I’m making us pancakes,” You said turning to look at him again, he was blushing, remembering the night before and now seeing you standing in his shirt.

“I wondered where my shirt was.” He chuckled leaning against the kitchen table, you poured him a cup of coffee and handed it to him, you didn’t know how you were supposed to act around him now but you couldn’t lie, seeing him standing in your kitchen, shirtless and covered in hickeys was making you wet again, you put the pancake onto the plate and looked at him nervously, you made eye contact and he gazed down at his mug again, neither of you knew what was supposed to happen now, how were you supposed to act around each other now. You were in love with Joonie of course but none of you could deny the connection that came from the night before and it left an awkward tension in the air, you moved past him to get another mug from the top cupboard and he came behind you, reaching up and taking the one you were trying to reach for, images of you dancing together came flooding back to you both and you felt him begin to grow against your ass, you stayed like that for a moment, pressed together when you finally turned around and kissed him, your hands finding their way into his hair, he put the mug down on the kitchen side and moved his hands to your waist, kissing you back.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as you dropped to your knees in front of him again, he would never get tired of seeing you like that in front of him, he wanted to stare at you the whole time in case it was the last time it would ever happen, you unbuckled his belt and sprung him free from his boxers, licking from the base to the tip, smirking as he hissed at you, sensitive from the night before.

“Don’t tease baby.” He warned you, you left small soft kisses on the tip before taking him into your mouth once again, making sure to hold eye contact with him the entire time, you wanted to watch as he came undone above you.

“Your lips stretch so prettily around my cock princess.” He praised, you felt yourself becoming wetter by the second and the more he praised you the wetter you became. What neither of you knew was that Namjoon was standing in the living room watching this all unfold in front of him, a giant smile on his lips as he stroked himself through his boxers,

“Fuck I won’t last long, get on the table.” Jin order, you hoped up from the floor bending onto the table and wiggling your hips excitedly, you were inpatient but you didn’t have to wait long before he entered you roughly, you moaned out your eyes fluttering shut as he began to thrust with all his might into you, you were still sensitive from the night before so you weren’t going to last long around him,

“Jin please.” You cried out as his thrusts started to pick up the pace, his hands tangled into your hair, pulling it back and causing you to giggle out a moan.

“Jin right there, right there!” You screamed out as you felt yourself getting closer to your edge, you reached down and began rubbing yourself, Jin’s thrusts were starting to get rougher but slower and you knew he was close, you wanted to be full of him again, you wanted to feel him full you all over again because you could never get enough.

“You want me to fill you up again?” You couldn’t manage a sentence so you just nodded your head at him, he chuckled letting go of your hand and gripping onto your hips so he could hit you at just the perfect angle.

“Shit! Jin!” You screamed finally cumming around him without permission, your clenching sending him over the edge without warning, he came inside of you but continued thrusting in and out of you, you whimpered as he fucked his cum deeper inside of you, you collapsed onto the front of the table, panting out and giggling a little. Jin pulled out of you and Namjoon made his presence known coming into the kitchen and looking at you, you looked up at his smirking face and then down to his crotch, his member already out of his boxers and waiting for you, you jumped down from the table and took him into your mouth.

“So eager aren’t we princess, cumming without permission…Do you just like being full of cum?” Namjoon questioned looking from you to Jin who was cleaning himself up, you pulled off from around him and nodded.

“I want your cum daddy, please.” You locked eyes with him and he growled at you, picking you up from the floor and pinning you onto the table just where Jin had, had you before and you let out a shriek of excitement as he thrust into you right away, you bit down on your hand as you locked eyes with Jin who was smirking at you,

“I bet you love being filled with both of our cum huh kitten?” When you didn’t answer Jin, Namjoon stopped his thrusts abruptly and slapped your across the ass making you yelp out.

“Yes! Yes, I love being filled with your cum.” You cried out, Namjoon began thrusting again and he slid his hand down to the front of your clit and began rubbing fast circles, knowing exactly how to get you close again.

“You wanna cum for me princess? Do you wanna cum all over Daddy’s cock while he spills another load into you?” You nodded while biting down on your lip, not wanting to scream out and cause Namjoon’s neighbors to complain, it wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.

“Tell daddy what you want Princess or you won’t get it.” You groaned out and he smirked above you.

“I want you to make me cum daddy, fill me up like the slut I am.” You giggled, that was all it took. You knew Namjoon was a sucker for hearing you call yourself his slut, his thrusts became faster and his grip on your hips tightened, you were sure it was going to leave bruises now they were both fucking you the same way. Your eyes shut as you leant your head down against the cool table, you were so close to your release and Namjoon knew this by the way you clenched around him, you felt him twitch which meant he was close too.

“Fill me up daddy, make me your cum slut just like Jin did.” You giggled out, that was it, he pulled out of you, spinning you over and pinning your wrists down, inserting himself back inside of you quickly and wasting no time on letting you adjust to the new position, he thrust in and out of you at such a pace you were sure you were going to pass out, your eyes were rolling back and your back arched off the table.

“Joonie!” You screamed the nickname the only thing you could manage to say as he fucked you, his hand went down to your clit and he began to slap against it, it was a new pleasure and you felt yourself tip over the edge, it was so intense, you’d never felt anything like this before, a smug grin appeared on Namjoon’s face as he realised you were gushing around his member, he came inside of you just from seeing you like that and you collapsed back onto the table, panting heavily from the intense orgasm you’d just had, Jin went on the hunt for some wipes and Namjoon helped you stand up from the table, you looked at the floor noticing that it was wet and instantly began to blush, you’d squirted before but never this much and not with other people present, in fact, you and Namjoon had never had other people present while you fucked. Jin came back with a packet of wipes and helped you clean up while Namjoon finished off making you all some breakfast, you went off to change and fetch Jin one of Namjoon’s shirts since his was ruined now.

“I’ll bring it back next practice,” Jin said going towards the front door, you moved out of Namjoon’s arms and took Jin’s hand in yours.

“You’re leaving?” You questioned, your eyes looking at his sadly and he nodded and you shook your head,

“Joonie…Can he stay?” You questioned looking over at your boyfriend who was already looking at Jin and holding eye contact, again with the silent mind-reading conversations all over again, then they both turned to look at you with a smile on their faces.

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request. SEMI SEMI PLS WHOLE ALPJABET FOR SEMI - anon

a/n. YES I MANIFESTED IT LET’S GOOOO THANK YOU ANON

i kinda made him sound like an asshole in this </3

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- warnings. timeskip spoilers

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

↳ he’s not super affectionate, but he doesn’t even really realize that he isn’t, that’s just kinda how he rolls. he loves leaving you cheeky kisses on your neck, so his favourite form of affection are kisses <3

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

↳ he loves that you’re still there to support him and the team even if he’s only setting occasionally and rarely jumping in as a pinch server. he thinks he doesn’t do a good job, but you think otherwise. he’s super doting but he just wants you to do your best

c - cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

↳ absolutely loves whenever you sit on his lap. he’s so cheeky wtf semi date me challenge. he loves tangling his legs with yours and watching your face.

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

↳ ugh YES, it’s a huge dream for him to settle down with someone he loves so much. he’s… okay at cooking and… honestly not that good at cleaning. but it’s okay!! you two like to listen to music while you help clean his messy room tehe

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

↳ he would ask you to meet up and he would be there half an hour early so he can prep himself. he’s about to lose someone he loved, and he hates that.

f - fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

↳ he actually wants to get married as soon as possible. but with his place in his band, he feels like things would be too lonely for you if he’s constantly leaving for a tour. he would probably wait for a hiatus while they make a new album so he can propose <3

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

↳ not that gentle LOL. BUT he will never hurt you. he likes teasing and tickling and picking you up and tackling you and all that jazz. however, if he’s exhausted he’ll whine for cuddles and kisses.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

↳ he likes them, he just doesn’t give them out as often. he teases you for wanting hugs, but his are the warmest. as cliche as it is, his hugs feel the most like home.

i - i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

↳ he waits it out just to see if you really mean business with him. he wants to say it, but if he does, he’s meaning ‘i want to marry you someday.’ he wants you to reciprocate that same feeling <3

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

↳ he’s not jealous, he’s just competitive. he’s already dating you, so why does he feel the need to compete with whoever’s trying to make a move on you? he’s cute, so it doesn’t matter :D

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

↳ not to make semi seem h*rny on main but,,, he loves when you sit on his lap during kisses. it feels so nice when you do, and he loves kissing your lips the most. he melts every single time you kiss his jawline or neck.

l - little ones (how are they around children?)

↳ he’s actually really cool around children. they do make him irritated pretty easily though

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

↳ he likes to sleep in and cuddle. he does set an alarm though just because he doesn’t want to waste the day and waste opportunities to go places with you.

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

↳ he’s also another guy who’s good at skincare!! he loves singing while applying any face masks the two of you want to try together.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

↳ he opens up fairly quickly. he doesn’t want to hide anything from you, so he spills it all out right then and there.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

↳ he’s a hot-head! he’s angered pretty easily, but one look at your calming face and he’s instantly back to his doting self.

q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

↳ he kinda forgets honestly. he tries!! and he does remember if he thinks really hard but he tends to be forgetful :,(

r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

↳ he definitely made a quick song for you a few months into your relationship, and when he finally sang it for you on your one year anniversary, he just about melted from how happy you were.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

↳ he’s really protective. he feels that at any given moment something bad could happen to you and he’d be to blame because he wasn’t there to hold your hand through the bad times. he loves when you’re protective of him and when you tell people off, he finds it super hot.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

↳ he… tries? lol. he would ask you exactly what you want to do for dates, and he would buy you anything he sees that reminds him of you.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

↳ he’s hot-headed. he tries not to get angry at that person, but he can’t help it. he needs to hold your hand to calm himself down :)

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

↳ OKAY SO,,, on his wiki it says that his current concern is that tendou said he looks weird in casual clothes so… he’s forever concerned about how he dresses. (this means shopping dates!!!)

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

↳ i feel like since he’s working so hard both in volleyball and in his band that while he’s busy he doesn’t think about it much. eventually, it’ll all come crashing down that you’re not there, and he has to put it into a song how much he misses you. whether he tells you or not depends on how your relationship ended.

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them)

↳ he wishes people would stop avoiding him because of his r.b.f </3

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

↳ he doesn’t like people who aren’t supportive of anyone but themselves. he finds it extremely selfish, and all he wants is for a support system. he would be yours, so why can’t you be his?

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

↳ he likes to make up random lyrics as he’s drifting off to sleep. he won’t remember them in the morning, but in the moment he congratulates himself for how genius it sounds.

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lemonlushff-iy · 4 years

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So.... SOMEONE cough @clearwillow cough decided to draw an Inu that was just....

And he’s been plaguing me since yesterday...to the point that I’ve done 22 pages and over 7,500 in 24 hours just to give you an idea of my obsession with this piece...

So...here’s a sneak peak to Cinnamon, a MAJOR WIP! A piece named after a song and album that famous musician Inu wrote, named after his manager’s Kagome’s eyes....

@clearwillow @dangerouspompadour @mamabearcat @keichanz @underwater0phelia @britonell

“God we’re a fucking pair, Kagome. The two of us. Wanting to be worthy of the other one...when the whole damn time, we were fucking fine as is. We were just too fucking chicken shit to say anything…”

“I guess we are…”

He sighed and looked at her again, eyes rimmed in red…

He hated it when she cried.

“Well, Kagome? Are you staying...or are you going?”

She stared back at him in silence for a moment, chewing on her lip as she regarded him with those cinnamon eyes.

“What happens if I stay?”

“I’m gonna kiss you, and then I’m gonna fuck you against the table.”

She laughed at that. A real laugh. Not a bitter or hollow one.

It was a Kagome laugh.

“And what happens if I leave?”

“Same thing,” he shrugged, and she laughed again, biting her lip after. “Kagome...I love you...I really do...And I’m not letting you go without a promise of dinner, and a real first date. That’s all I wanted from the start.”

He watched her as she stood there, worrying her lip between her teeth still, as if she were trying to decide what she wanted.

“You don’t have to let her take over for you, unless you really want to leave…” His words were soft, as if he were trying to coax her back to him. “If you want to go because you really want a new challenge, I...I won’t stand in your way, Kagome. It will suck...but, I’ll find a way to adapt. If you’re doing this though because you love me...and you feel like I can’t reciprocate that…”

She closed her eyes, and he knew her mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what she wanted.

“Kagome, I love you. I really do. And if you want to stay...and...give us a try, and still be my manager…”

“We would need to figure out some ground rules.”

He almost choked out a sob in relief.

“Naturally,” he agreed as she took a step towards him.

“And we would need to find a way to keep business and pleasure separate…”

“After tonight, you mean,” he smirked, and he watched her eyes dilate as they took another step towards each other.

“What do you mean after tonight?”

They were just an arm’s length away from each other now.

“I mean...Since you decided to stay...and give us a try at the same time...I’m going to kiss you,” he informed her, hooking a finger under her chin as he closed the distance between them. “And then I’m going to make good on that promise to fuck you on that table.”

“Inuyasha, you can’t be ser--MMM!”

He was really making it a habit of cutting her off by kissing her.

This could be an excellent new technique to use against her when she got too into the weeds with work. But that would go against keeping business and pleasure separate, wouldn’t it?

What the hell was he thinking about that for right now when she was pulling his lower lip between her teeth?

Yeah...that’s right...he shouldn’t be. Not when he finally was getting everything he had ever wanted.

He let out an appreciative moan to let her know that he liked it, and this time she didn’t go running for the hills after. Good. She was setting his blood on fire, and he wanted her to know it. He made a sightly sad sound when she released him before taking her lips again with his, enjoying that taste of coffee on her once more. Her hands made their way back around his neck, back into his hair as she tried to guide him how to turn his head with her hands.

He let her, wanting her to feel like she was the dominant one.

For now.

They hadn’t unleashed the beast in him yet, and he was content to let her think that she had the upper hand before he really did fuck her against the table. Windows. Any surface he could take her against, really. He wasn’t picky at the moment. He just wanted to show her on the deepest, most intimate level how much he wanted her...needed her...craved her...loved her…

But they could make love later. Right now, he just wanted this. The passion building between them...and he wanted to show her that this wasn’t a mistake.

Her nimble fingers found the base of his ear, and he swore that he was about to put a fang through his lip at the feeling.

Fuck!

Had someone told her how good that shit felt? He pulled away from her, panting. Her fingers were amazing...the way they moved across the velvety fur of his ears..it was sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin, and his pants were starting to feel a little too tight.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome pressed uncertainly, and he pulled away from her to look her in the eye. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” he panted, his eyes drifting shut as her fingers found the tip of his ear. Her touch was feather light, almost as if she were afraid she was hurting him. All she was doing was teasing him…

“Why?” he nearly whined, tilting his head further into her hand.

“I...Just making sure,” she blushed, and he decided to not press the issue. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her flush against his body so she could feel the effect she was having on him.

It made those cinnamon eyes darken to that sweet caramel again and he nearly groaned.

“Trust me...I’m more than fine,” he purred, deciding to finally reclaim control over the situation. He wrapped his own hands into her hair, tilting her head up so he could reclaim those coffee flavored lips.

Had he mentioned how much he fucking loved the taste of coffee now?

Kagome mewled against him as his tongue slipped into her mouth, baiting hers to come out and play with him. It didn’t take much, and soon they were both moaning into each other as her hands landed on his shoulders again.

He didn’t realize that she had backed him up against the window until he heard her hands smack into the glass at the same time hsi back collided with it.

Sneaky woman.

He broke away from her, allowing her the chance to breathe for only a moment before claiming her lips again. It also had given him a moment to appraise the situation. He was trapped between her and the windows...her small frame somehow still managing to dominate him, and he liked her fire and spirit.

Ok. If he wanted control, he would just have to work on wooing her and making her lose her mind a first.

Challenge accepted.

Her hands were still on either side of him, keeping him in place…but his…

Inuyasha’s hands were free to roam her however they saw fit...and right now, they decided to start her out slow. Just run up and down her back. Sweet. Subtle. Completely innocent...She seemed to like that, if the renewed passion she was kissing him with was any indication.

Perfect.

She shifted her position to place her hands on his shoulders, snaking in under his leather jacket. Yeah...why was he still wearing that? It was getting pretty hot in here.

He broke from her lips and trailed his up her jaw line, placing little nips here and there...allowing his tongue to snake out occasionally to taste her skin. It tasted like makeup, but he wouldn’t hold it against her. He was sure other parts of her tastes sweeter, and he nearly moaned at the thought. Instead, he took her ear lobe between his teeth scraping his teeth against it.

She shivered, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders.

“You can take it off me,” he murmured into the shell of her ear before tracing it with his tongue. “It’s getting pretty hot in here anyways…”

She pulled away from him, confused, and he smirked down at the flushed woman before him. God he loved the look of puffy, well kissed lips on her.

Only when he was the one doing the kissing, though.

“I...Ok…” she breathed, her hands slowly pushing the leather down his arms, and the jacket caught in the crooks of his elbows.

He wore a plain red deep V t shirt under it - nothing fancy or sexy or anything...but that didn’t seem to matter to her. She bit her lip in desire, and he wanted to take that same lip back between his own teeth and trace it with his fang.

Soon…

He had to remind himself that he could do that soon.

First, he needed to get rid of that jacket.

She seemed to remember the same thing, and she pushed it the rest of the way off when he straightened out his arms. Kagome pulled the jacket away from him and tossed it off to the side. He watched as her hands slid up his arms, coming to rest on his shoulders before sliding back down.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this,” she whispered quietly, and a part of him wanted to laugh.

He was pretty fucking sure he had an idea how long…because he had been wanting to do the same to her for probably just as long.

“Tell me,” he encouraged, weaving his fingers into her hair and gently massaging her scalp.

She closed her eyes as pure bliss washed across her face. Good...He wanted her to feel pure bliss, and so comfortable and herself around him that she just...lost herself.

“Years,” she breathed, and he claimed her lips again, completely distracting to the point where he was able to carefully maneuver them so that now she was the one pressed against the glass of the sky rise. He placed her hands under the hem of his shirt, wordlessly telling her that she could touch more of him as his lips made their way to the junction of her neck and her shoulder. Her heart was pounding so hard, he could feel it.

He drew a fang back up her neck, causing her to shiver before he kissed her, snaking his tongue back into her mouth for a moment before pulling back away from her. A loud, wet pop broke the silence between them and he rest his forehead to hers before kissing it as he caught his breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that to you for years too…”

“Just that?”

His eyes darkened in want.

“I’ve wanted a hell of a lot more than that, Sweetheart,” he all but growled as his fingers splayed across her abdomen. He watched her swallow hard, knowing what he was about to do. He delighted in it. Good. Feel that excitement. Feel that anticipation.

It would only make his hand wrapping around her breast feel that much better...for both of them.

One thing at a time though. He slowly rubbed his thumb across the fabric of her shirt, letting her feel the heat of his hand on her through the soft, almost silken material. She reciprocated the action, and he felt the muscles of his abdomen quiver under her touch.

God it felt so good, and they hadn’t even gotten to anything fun yet. He slowly drew his hand upwards until the tips of his fingers just barely grazed the underside of her breast.

He paused then...looking back up at her face.

It was a last chance.

If she wanted to back out, this was the time to say something, because if she didn’t…

“Tell me to stop, if you don’t want this Kagome. Because if you don’t I meant it. I’m gonna fuck you against that table...but...if you really don’t want this...and if you wanna do this a different way, I’ll stop.”

She swallowed. Nodded.

His teeth were scraping her lips, pulling them between his own before she could register what was going on, his hand coming to cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt. It was so thin...he could not only feel the heat of her small body through it, he could feel the lacy texture of the bra she wore beneath.

He absently wondered what color it was as her tongue slipped to nearly the back of his damn throat. He groaned and decided he could wait a little bit longer before he unwrapped his present to reveal the present below. In the meantime, he would just amuse himself by pinching her nipple between his index and middle finger and his palm massaged the soft tissue below his hand.

That had her squirming, and her nails dug into the skin of his abdomen and neck.

Liked that?

Good.

There was more where that came from.

His lips left hers and he pressed a hand against her shoulder, keeping her pinned there as his mouth descended down her jaw...down her neck...and then to her clavicle.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what his aim was.

He gently parted the fabric of her shirt enough to find the valley between her breasts, but not enough to ruin that wonderful surprise of what lay beneath. Was it black? Red? Nude? White?

Fuck, she would look sexy in any of them.

Hell, she’s look sexy if they were covered in hello kitty.

He wasn’t gonna judge.

It wasn’t like he didn’t own a pair or two of superhero boxers.

He pressed, wet, open mouthed kisses to her skin before giving it a long, wet lick as his fingers continued to play with her nipple over the fabric of her clothing. He really wanted to run his claws against it...but he also didn’t want to risk her being upset with him if he ruined it. That was something he didn’t need in his life right now...not when he was so close…

So instead, he settled for just enjoying this for what it was.

A hot moment when her pressed against the glass, clinging to him as he placed with the hardening flesh of her nipple as he palmed her breast.

Hot moment? Fucking fantastic moment was more like it…

Shit, this was the fucking stuff wet dreams were made of…

Kagome parted her legs and wrapped her arms around him as somehow managed to work his knees between her. He could feel her grinding herself against his leg, and he had to smile to himself. She was that far gone huh? Needed him that much?

Fuck drawing this out. Fuck waiting for the surprise. He needed her, and she needed him.

He captured her lips in another kiss as his fingers made quick work of undoing her wrap shirt and pulling it out from her pants, letting it fall open. He pushed it down off of her shoulders and he felt her completely remove it as he began working on her pants. He absently heard the hard click clacking of her shoes being tossed somewhere before she began tugging at his shirt, and he broke from her only to remove it.

When he did…

Fuck.

Black with little red roses edging the cups...and matching panties.

God he felt like a fucking teenager. He felt like he was gonna cream his pants. She was the sexiest fucking woman he had ever met, and the way that lingerie looked against her skin...so pale and creamy despite living in LA…

“You’re overdressed, you know.”

Yeah.

He was.

He quickly toed off his socks and shoes as he undid his pants and kicked them off to the side before he was on her again. His lips pulled her nipple between them, his tongue roaming over it as her head smacked into the glass behind them

“Shit! You ok?”

“I’ll be better if you don’t stop!”

Well...if she insisted…

He switched to the other breast as he placed a hand on her side, her fingers digging into the hair at the back of his head. She kept him in place, encouraging him with her actions and the mewls pouring from her lips to not stop. She needed his touch, which was good because he needed to touch her.

His hand kept burning a path southwards towards the source of the incredible, spicy, delicious scent coming from her. She gasped as he cupped her heat...and fuck she was positively soaked.

“Inuyasha…”

“God I love it when you say my name like that,” he encouraged, his thumb pressing through the fabric of her panties to find her clit. He circled it once, and he could only imagine how good it felt from the way she cried out, pushing herself further into his hands and also further into the glass behind her. He absently wondered if it was just because he was finally touching there, relieving some of the tension building within her...or if her reaction had anything to do with the lace scraping against her most sensitive nerve endings.

Hell, maybe it was both!

Either way, he wasn’t stopping.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and back, leaving red welts in their wake and he wore them with a badge of honor.

“Yeah...that’s it Baby,” he encouraged, his voice thick and sultry as he moved to lick her earlobe again. “Scratch up my back like the fucking sex kitten you are. Purr for me and tell me how much you fucking like it. You like my fingers rubbing your clit?”

She nodded, and he paused.

“Tell me you fucking love it, little Kitten.”

#inuyasha #inukag #inuyasha fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyashafanfic #cinnamon #yes it's unedited #trust me i'll get to it

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fanfictiondreamscape · 4 years

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When One Wants Ice Cream

Title: When One Wants Ice Cream

Genre: maybe a little bit fluffy, but primarily comedic (hopefully - i make no promises)

Pairing: Rin Matsuoka/Haruka Nanase/Nagisa Hazuki/Makoto Tachibana x Reader (all separate)

Notes: Okay, so this was a random idea that popped into my head while going to get ice cream about a week ago. What happened before going was what inspired this was, when my mom asked me to take our dog outside, I randomly had a craving for ice cream. Instead of answering her question about taking the dog out, I just randomly said, “I want ice cream.”

The rest of the night we couldn’t stop laughing about it, and I still can’t get over it. (Seriously, typing this up was hard enough as I couldn’t type anything correctly while laughing).

So, I hope you guys enjoy a rendition of my random sense of language combined with swimmer boys!

Below the cut!

Rin Matsuoka

we are all aware that this boy would die for you

seriously, certified best boyfriend #1

but that also means that he isn’t afraid to make fun of you when you do or say something weird

which made this moment leagues funnier than it initially seemed

earlier, he had come into the living area of the apartment you two shared with a question

he seemed upbeat, but you were severely drained due to schoolwork aftermath and work stress

unlike him, you worked in a clothing store as a manager

it was v e r y stressful

and sometimes, you just need some comfort food

“hey, babe, what should we do on your day off?”

he was excited, that’s for sure - it’s the first night you’ve had a day off in a while, and he wanted to go out on a date with you.

but he wasn’t expecting your answer to be so...random.

“i want ice cream.”

he paused, smiled, and bust out laughing.

“w-what did you just say?”

you weren’t 100% aware of what you said, but that made it all the more funny

“i want ice cream, rin.”

he continued laughing while you continued to fully realize what you said.

“like right- right now?”

“yes, i have a craving for ice cream right now.”

he eventually calmed down enough to get out more than giggles.

“well, you wanna go? we can walk up there, but you gotta hurry, babe.”

you were up off the couch in less than a second.

“already on it!’

you both walked up there with your hands connected, smiling and laughing at the most recent occurrence.

and for the trouble, you paid for the ice cream under the circumstance that rin pays it next them.

in general, though, the statement became a small inside joke between the two of you

(seriously. kou, haru, sasuke, you name it - when you pulled this out in front of them and busted out laughing right after, they were so confused.)

(contrary to rin, though, you had to take a photo of every time their reactions came - you have an album dedicated to it and you post the images to tease them)

Haruka Nanase

haru is soft despite what he comes off as

but he still has his moments of randomness.

and this was one of them.

you two were walking next to each other, side-by-side on your way to the park.

you were hungry, he was hungry, and you didn’t want fish for the umpteenth time in a row.

and he knew this, as he really does love you and wants to expand his tastes for the future you two have planned.

so when you decided to ask a question in regards to what to eat, his answer shocked you just the slightest.

“hey, haru, what do you want to eat?”

“i want ice cream.”

you giggled the second you heard his response to your inquiry, watching as he turned to you

though he kept a straight face, you could see the confusion in your eyes

which just made you laugh harder

you two had to stop and he had to hold you up as you nearly collapsed from laughing too hard

“what’s so funny?”

you were still laughing.

“you- you- ohmygod- you’ve never said anything like that before!”

poor boy was still confused

seriously confused

it kind of hurt, if he were to be honest

but he couldn’t help but smile at your expression

or your laugh

or just you in general

and you saw it as you were calming down from your laughing high

“we can get some ice cream, haru. that was just odd coming from you.”

he was confused again.

“i like it, though. it’s sweet.”

he returned to his mellow expression, still stoic and his eyes soft

his hand was held out as you stood up, and you both continued your walk to the ice cream shop from there

now, from time after time, you tease him about his smile

(and you may have asked his friends how to get him to smile and/or laugh)

(to which they told you to tickle him when you could)

(and now he’s on guard constantly)

(look what you’ve become)

Nagisa Hazuki

boi is upbeat

like-

very upbeat

and this translates to college life as well.

so he makes the boring days so much better when they hit a terribly low point.

and while you didn’t deal with these types of days very much, the heat was starting to get to you.

nagisa was still bouncing around and trying to find something to do

even suggesting some crappy board games

you didn’t even bring anything up until you felt your stomach grumble.

“hey, nagisa, are you hungry?”

he jumped up from his cross-legged seat on the floor and yelled his response

“i want ice cream!”

you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the reaction, as you were in the mood for something cold to counteract the scorching heat

he had to pull you up from your position on the couch, but you were down for ice cream

which was also reflected in the way you two walked to your favorite ice cream shop.

he had you by the hand, you were dragging your feet behind you, and he had decided to mess with you from time to time

of course, those moments were out-of-the-blue in your zombie like state, but they were fun

people had even watched as you squealed when he’d tickle you or hug your torso like his life depended on it.

still adorable to the bystanders.

either way, the fun was continued from that point on.

you both got your ice cream, he got his, and you both sat on a nearby bench beside each other

you were happy it was under the shade, he was happy that you both got ice cream

you both enjoyed the fact that this was practically an impromptu date, as well.

at one point, some of his ice cream melted off onto the grass beneath your feet

he pouted, you laughed

and patted his head.

he blushed, and you got your revenge :)

he still enjoyed it, though :)

(he got you back when you both got home by sending you into a tickle frenzy)

(pillows were involved and he still won)

(he’s vicious when he wants to be)

due to the both of you enjoying the experience so much, you’d both be 100% down to do something like this again

which translates to ‘who’s gonna say it first?’

and those impulse dates usually end in one of you getting tickled when you get home.

so yeah, fun times

(if you wanna include the time that you managed to knock your head in against the wall from one of his pillow hits)

(you hit him back hard enough to make him tumble off the couch arm and onto the floor, though)

(but, you know, just couple things i guess-)

Makoto Tachibana

yet another swimmer boi that would 100% die for you

certified best boyfriend #2, everybody!

no seriously

this is the type of guy you want to take home to meet your parents/parental figures

and he will then manage to inadvertently make them fall in love with him within five minutes

but one of the reasons he is so loved by them is his care and patience.

which is why he was worried for you at the moment

you were staring blankly at a wall in your house, despite the sound of the tv playing a screaming match in a show

he noticed, of course, and he was lost

“are you doing okay, s/o?”

you rarely did this, and it usually meant that something weird would be coming out of your mouth within the next-

“i want ice cream.”

there it is.

he laughed a little at the statement, and when you were able to fully process it, you did the same thing.

his lasted for about 5 seconds while yours lasted around 10

good times, as he got to see your smile for another time tonight.

(you’re adorable. he is soft for you. like, more so than usual)

so he was worried for nothing, thank god.

but he still didn’t know what to do about it as the shops were all closing down soon.

so he decided to check the convenience stores

a few were open!

so, at around 9:30 at night, you two were walking out to get one

it wasn’t very long, but as you two were holding hands tightly

(and swinging them. again, the sight was adorable)

(god, that was so cheesy, holy shit-)

it went by faster.

upon entering your choice of store, the cashier just peeked up from their trashy magazine

makoto was driven to find the ice cream for you as he was getting a little scared,

but you were driven to annoy the cashier upon the nonchalant interaction that just occurred.

yes, you definitely did want ice cream, but you also wanted this.

you were reaching for a two liter of soda near the machine, and luckily for makoto, he stopped you

he could see the gears turning in your head.

don’t tell me he can not and would not stop you.

(it was dark, he was scared - leave him be)

he had stopped you from causing trouble multiple times in your endeavor to get late night ice cream

thank god, cause you both knew that you’d most likely get kicked out if that were to happen.

either way, you both had your cheap ice cream after a few minutes

and the rest of the night was spent peacefully at your place, watching cheesy movies

and of course, scaring the crap out of makoto with a horror movie to provide an excuse to cuddle him when you both went to sleep

(your tsundere jumped out)

(also #savemakoto)

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easierlftv · 4 years

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You Made It

Gif is mine, please do not use without giving me credit.

pairing: poly!cashton x reader

warnings: none I don’t think???

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this is a v self serving fic since I’m graduating from college this semester and I’m not really celebrating until August, when my walking ceremony is. So this is just a fic for me, and for the class of 2020. Congratulations guys! You made it through, whether is be college or high school I’m proud of you! Also this is a special thank you to my babies @kingcals and @ashisonthefloor for motivating me to write again. I love you guys!

Closing your laptop, it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders. You’d finally submitted your last report, and your bachelor’s degree was officially complete. It had been a long four years, full of ups and downs but it was finally all over. Though you hadn’t expected to graduate in the midst of a pandemic, you were grateful to finally be done.

Rubbing your eyes, you let out a soft yawn. It was nearly four in the morning now, and you were dying to crawl into bed with your boys. You practically had to force them to leave you behind a few hours before, though Ashton insisted they would stay awake with you, you could already see both he and Calum were nodding off on the couch. Plus, you knew that they needed to catch up on sleep after a few weeks of doing album promos at varying hours.

Standing from your chair you made your way back the hallway to your bedroom, smiling softly as the scene before you as you entered. Calum was tucked carefully into Ashton’s arms, with Duke curled up at his feet. The scene rugged at your heartstrings and you wished you could’ve taken a photo without disturbing them. Instead, you made a mental note of the moment and headed to the bathroom to get changed. Careful to be quiet, you changed quickly and slipped into bed. Just as you settled, Ashton turned over and tugged you close.

“Paper?” He mumbled, and you couldn’t help but smile at his tired question.

“‘M all done honey, go back to sleep.” You lightly placed a kiss on his shoulder and cuddled into his chest. The sound his breathing soon evened out, and you found yourself drifting off not far behind.

A groan left your lips as a gentle hand caressed your cheek.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead...” Calum whispered, gently combing through hair with his hand. “C’mon love, gotta get up its nearly noon.”

Peaking one of your eyes open, you whined at the brightness of the room and were quick to pull the sheets over your eyes. “Don’t wanna...”

“Wipe that pout off your lip and come on love,” He chuckles, “Ash made brunch and I’d hate to eat all of it before you get the chance to come downstairs.”

“Ash made brunch?” Slowly you brought down the blanket and peeked at him, “Did he made the special fluffy pancakes?”

“Sure did.”

“With strawberries and blueberries?”

“Those very ones.” Giving you a smirk he tugs the blankets down even further as you sit up. “Get into some comfy clothes and come downstairs, we’ve got a surprise for you.”

A look of confusion crosses your face as he quickly pecks your lips.

“A surprise? For what?”

“Guess you’ll have to come downstairs and find out.” He winked and headed downstairs, shouting something to Ash that you could quite make out. You headed to the bathroom and began to clean yourself up a bit, combing through your hair and brushing your teeth. But, the entire time your mind flicked from one date to the next, trying to figure out if you’d missed an important date or maybe an anniversary. But you knew that nothing of the sort was coming up soon, and you were left even more confused about the boys surprise.

“Sweetheart! You ready yet?” Ash shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Rolling your eyes you could help but smile, you knew he was always so impatient when it came to surprises.

“I’m coming, you can’t rush perfection.” You teased, making your way downstairs into his waiting arms. “So, are you my surprise this morning?

He chuckled softly and kissed your forehead. “Sorry petal, but not today. There’s a different little surprise.”

“There won’t be any surprise if you don’t come help me!” Calum yelled from the kitchen, and you could practically hear the frustration in his voice.

“Gotta do everything myself around here,” Ash smiled and gave you a wink, “Stay right here, and when it’s ready we will call you into the kitchen.”

Laughing lightly you pushed him along as he rushed to help Calum. You listened as the two of them bickered quietly over something before they fell silent. Soon enough the soft flicking of a lighter could be heard, just before the boys voice called out to you.

Stepping through the doorway your eyes lit up at the sight of the room. Streams and balloons in your university colors were scattered around the room. Large balloons in the numbers of 2020 loomed over the kitchen table, where a small lopsided cake sat with lighted mismatched candles.

“Surprise!” Ashton yelled, bringing the cake over to you carefully, so the candles didn’t blow out. Across the top was a messily done message saying “We love our 2020 grad.”

“Oh boys,” you sniffled, wiping away a stray tear that fell as Calum came to your side and pressed kiss to your cheek.

“Go on sweetheart, blow out your candles.” He whispered, running his hand your back. Smiling softly, you leaned into his arms and blew out your candles.

“Thank you, guys...” Wrapping your arms around Calum you squeezed him tightly, and it was only a few moments before Ashton wrapped his arms around the two of you as well. “I-I didn’t think we would celebrate until my graduation ceremony...”

“We are so proud of you sweetheart, of course we had to celebrate now. You just worked your ass off for four years, and we are so amazed by everything you’ve done.” Ash said, placing a gentle kiss against your shoulder. Calum nodded quietly before joining in.

“Especially with everything going on right now, princess. You’ve overcome so much these past few years and we just wanted to show you how much we love you.”

Wiping away your tears, you pressed a kiss to Calum’s lips before turning and doing the same to Ashton’s.

“You’re both so amazing, I love you both so much.”

“And we love you too sweetheart,” Cal smiled, wiping away another tear, “Now, enough tears, we’ve got a cake to eat. Ash and I slaved over that thing all morning.”

“More like I slaved over it!” Ash laughed, moving to grab plates for the three of you. “All you did was the icing.”

“It was your idea! I wanted to have one made, but you insisted. That’s why the cakes practically caving in on itself.” He teased.

“Hey! It’s the thought that counts, even if it is crooked.” Ash sighed, a pout crossing his lip. Pulling Ashton into your chest, you wrapped your arms around him protectively as he nuzzled into your embrace.

“It’s perfect bub, no matter what Cal says, he’s just being a meanie because he can’t bake anything without burning it.” You teased, a smile crossing your face as Ash let out a little laugh at Calum’s faux hurt expression. “Now come on, I’m dying for a piece of cake.”

“Coming right up!”

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Two Million Minutes (3) - N. Horan

NOTE: THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE ASKS AND MESSAGES TO CONTINUE THIS STORY! AS REQUESTED, HERE IS PART THREE! IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS OR PARTICULAR SCENES YOU’D LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN FEEL FREE TO ASK OR MESSAGE ME!

PLAYLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO

The following day, Bobby drove Niall home from the hospital once he was discharged. Veronica spent an hour moving all of her belongings from Niall’s old bedroom and into the guest room so as not to leave any traces she was there. The woman even went as far as to remake the bed and switch out the sheets so the scent of her perfume would not disturb him. All while doing this, Maura was preparing dinner for the night to distract herself from hovering over her and making sure she was okay. She knew she was not. Maura knew it too, along with everybody but Niall. And for now, the unspoken plan between Veronica and his family was to keep it that way.

When Niall entered the house with Bobby and Jake close behind him, his eyes caught sight of his mother in front of the steaming pot of roast.

“Hey, mum.” The boy grinned widely, being engulfed by his mother’s arms only a moment later.

“Finally, you’re home.” She breathed out in relief.

“Yeah, the tour really drags on when you’re homesick.” Maura and Bobby meet eyes, sharing a wary glance.

“About that, honey. There are some things we need to catch you up on.” Maura begins, grabbing Niall’s broad shoulders and leading him to the table. Veronica observed the sweats and tee-shirt donning Niall's build. Bobby waltzed into the room earlier while Veronica was cleaning it, trying to be unobtrusive while he gathered some fresh clothes for the man. Since the previous night, his “On the Loose” hoodie remained on her top half. He surely would not remember it belonged to him if he recognized it, she concluded. He could hardly remember the person wearing it.

“Yeah…the doctor said I forgot some things...how much?” He locked eyes with everybody in the room as he spoke, including Veronica. The desperation in his voice made her heart twist and she had to glue her eyes to the floor to avoid any more tears.

“Five years…that’s what we’re estimating, at least.” Jake answers, voice steady as he spoke. Niall blows out a breath, looking as though a strong wind knocked him down into the dining room chair.

“F-five years?” And the blows just kept coming at him, one after the other. It made Veronica wince each time his lips curled down when an answer was given to one of his endless questions. When dinner was laid out on the table, Veronica’s fingers twitched to graze the back of the chair beside Niall’s, but the screeching of a different one on the tiled floor made her eyes flick up.

“Here, love.” Jake nodded down at the chair his hands were rested upon. Veronica felt Niall’s head turn and stare at her profile while she stood frozen momentarily. After surrendering the chair beside Niall with a nod, she shuffled around to the other side of the table and sat, completely adjacent to the man and right beside Jake. Veronica and Niall could not be further apart at this point.

“So, the band broke up…and now we’re all doing our own thing?” Niall looks across the table with raised bows. He noticed him and Veronica were the only two picking at their plate, rather than engorging themselves with everything off of it.

“Yep. You’re a solo artist now but me, Gerry, Lou, and John all play as your band.”

“Really? How many…songs—albums—do we have out?”

“Two. Heartbreak Weather just dropped at the beginning of the year.” Niall nods, yet his brows stay furrowed. It was an odd thing to embrace, and like. At this moment, he felt like a child in a grown man’s body and not just because of his bad knee. In five years, he had grown to be an act of his own, with two albums, which--judging by the titles--seemed way more complex than the bubblegum pop he had grown used to singing.

“You have them on your phone. If you ever want ta give em’ a listen. Might help jog the memory back.” Greg suggests.

“Uncle Niall!” A small cheer and succession of thumps are heard tumbling down the stairs before a small boy who captured Niall and his brother’s features stood before him with a smile. It almost stunned the man, how tall his nephew had grown, and how he was speaking in full sentences.

“Theo?” He whispers, almost in disbelief. The young boy hands him over a folded piece of paper eagerly, which Niall took. The front is labeled in red crayon that it was meant for Niall and from Theo.

“I made it myself!” The child boasts as Niall flips open the paper to see a picture of two figures—one short and labeled with ‘me’, and a taller stick figure labeled with an identical arrow and ‘you’ beside it. It made Niall clear his throat and his vision began blurring the words “GET WELL SOON” on the other side of the card as a glossy sheen overcame his eyes.

“Thank you, bud.” Niall brought the boy to his chest and dug his face against his small shoulder to wipe his eyes against Theo’s shirt. His fists clenched into the back of the cloth and gripped them tight.

“Please feel better. Auntie V is sad.” Theo attempts to whisper, but it still manages to reach every person sitting at the dinner table, including Veronica. Niall’s eyes shift up to find her looking down at the cloth napkin in her lap, refusing to meet anybody’s eyes. He only nods and sets Theo down, his small gift resting by his plate.

When dinner concluded, Veronica offered to clean the dishes with no hesitation. Maura, of course, refused she clean every plate herself.

“I’ll help.” Jake raised a hand and scooted out from his chair.

“Actually, Niall, why don’t you?” The woman suggests, giving her son a glance fueled by fire. It was a look Niall would not dare fight against, whether he is six or sixty.

“Mum, he just got home from the hospital. He’s probably got a lot to mull over.” Greg cuts in. Veronica is still staring down at her hands as she twiddles her thumbs and can feel a few pairs of eyes burning into her profile. Like a target, Niall’s eyes were focused right on the woman’s forehead.

“Well, I’m sure Veronica could help him with that, also.” She insists, sending her other son the same look she had delivered to Niall. Slowly, the table clears of people with Greg, Denise, Theo, and Jake all bidding goodbyes. Jake's arms stay wrapped around Veronica the longest and leave Niall questioning why he only got a pat on the back and “feel better, buddy” from a person he was supposedly close with. The duo removed all glassware and cutlery from the table and traversed into the kitchen with stacks of cups and place.

“I’ll wash—”

“You wash—”

For the first time since Niall was brought into the hospital, both of them laughed. Their chuckles swirled and bounced across the kitchen while Veronica situated herself in front of the sink. Niall stood close by, but still further than he normally would be. Just the other night both volunteered to be on cleaning duty and Niall could not keep his hands off of her. Rather than drying—which Niall will whine to do anything but—his arms slid around the girl’s middle and pressed their bodies against one another. Lowly, he serenaded her to the Elvis song emanating from her phone, voice husky.

She shivered at the memory and felt moisture grown in between her legs. A small frown droops on her face, knowing it would be a while until that itch of hers could be scratched. Niall pretended her smile was just washed away before him and continued the conversation.

“I only like drying.”

“Yeah…I know.” Veronica murmurs as she twists the faucet, filling the basin with warm, soapy water.

“Do we clean dishes together often?” Niall asks, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips. A slight laugh passes through her mouth as she journeys to a drawer containing clean rags.

“Yeah, back in…” The woman pauses upon grabbing a dry washcloth.

“Back in…” Niall presses.

“L.A.”

“Los Angeles?” He questions. “I live there?” Veronica hums and grabs another washcloth, handing him one on her way back to the sink. For the first time that night, the lock eyes.

“We both do.”

“Oh…” Niall thinks for a moment, trying to puzzle things together in his head. But there were so many pieces absent, so many unanswered questions and suspicious claims, Niall is unsure what to think of his current life. “So we’re roommates,” Niall concludes. It comes out sounding like more of a fact than a question, so much so that Veronica felt hopeless to correct him. It was better than a family-friend, the girl thought, she was getting closer.

“Yeah.” She begins scrubbing at the first plate, wiping away any crumbs or stubborn sauces, before passing it to Niall. The continued this process during their conversation.

“How long have we lived together?”

“Awhile.” She responds, trying to solve the math in her head. “We met in 2016, you bought a house out there, but I didn’t move in until about two years ago.” This part of the act was all truth and the one thing she had said to him with her voice unwavering.

“Why?” Niall wonders aloud. “Where did ya live two years ago?”

“There. But leasing was up at my apartment and I didn’t like the place too much. Your place was also closer to where I worked.” She shrugs. This was also true, but Niall being closer was the real reason Veronica said yes when he asked her. Because he wanted her close too. The man hummed as they continued cleaning the dishes in silence, but in only a few moments it was his broken with his chuckles filling the room.

Veronica turns her head up from the pile of bubbles to look at him laughing to himself and shaking his head. Like usual, she did not question the sound, and simply enjoyed the sight of the man and the beautiful sound his body created in front of her.

“Sorry, I just…I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, you are.” Veronica’s mouth spoke before her mind could, and the wet slapping of her hand colliding with her mouth was all that resided between the two for a few seconds.

“I-I’m sorry, that just slipped—”

“It’s okay, love. I agree with you.”

“Care to explain?”

“I thought…earlier at dinner when Jake pulled ya chair out and sat next to you. It kinda looked like…you two—”

“Oh, no. No, no, no…” Veronica repeats through many giggles, not even letting Niall finish his explanation.

“Wow,” Niall snorts, “you must really not like the guy.”

“No, I mean, I do. He’s nice and all but…he’s just…” Not you, she could hear herself saying it in her mind so simply, but her mouth clamped itself shut instead.

“It’s alright, I get it.” She was thankful Niall could read between the lines (somewhat). Veronica only ever saw Jake like a brother, and she does not think that could ever change. Even beneath the current circumstances. Now up close, Niall's eyes cannot stop themselves from traveling down her attire while her eyes stayed focused on the sink. The small letters on her vanilla hoodie make his throat tighten once he realized they spelled out his name. Below lies a graphic of a woman's face surrounded by flowers and holding a heart which reads "On The Loose". His mind started to wander, but eventually, he decided not to say anything, no matter how familiar the hoodie appeared and how he somehow knew it belonged to him.

“So you don’t get anybody tyin’ you down?” From his tone, Veronica knew it was playful curiosity. There was no “move” he was playing or flirtatious wink after he asked it. As much as she did not want to, the woman forced herself to shake her head back and forth. This was her new normal. She had to learn to live with Niall not remembering just as much as he needed to himself.

“Nobody.”

“What? Ya joking! With a top dishwasher like yourself?”

“Hard to believe, right?” Veronica rolls her eyes at her sarcastic mutter, grabbing one of the final few dishes that need cleaning.

“No, not at all. Hell, I’m still single.” Niall pauses at this before his eyes flick up to his forehead. “At least, I think I am.” He murmurs before he’s laughing to himself once more.

"You are." Veronica murmurs through tight lips. She wishes immediately for the words to fly back into her but it was too late.

"Good," Niall mutters. "A relationship is the last thing I need right now."

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btsslowburnfic · 4 years

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BTBY Chapter 6

Series Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter Summary: Award Show Day!

Previous chapter here

The rest of rehearsal was blissfully boring, as well as dinner. The BTS production unit was filming their behind-the-scenes content so the guys were occupied the rest of the evening, sparing you from anymore awkward conversation.

The next morning you throw on leggings and a t-shirt and go get your hair and make up done for the award show. It’s not like anyone was going to take your picture or anything, but with everyone else looking so nice you would feel out of place if you didn’t also look fancy. You sucked at hair and make-up so you happily paid the salon pricing. You double checked your garment bag and work bag before heading to the venue.

Security is tight as usual and you happily flash your ID and credentials to the staff. You are the first one to arrive from your team. You find the green rooms for BTS and a shared space for several bands' back up dancers. You sit your belongings in a corner out of the way and begin to review the catering order and ensure the requested food and beverages are present. You are super nervous about today. This is your fifth year doing this award show but your first year mostly solo, and the first year your group hasn’t practiced at the actual venue the day before. You sigh, sitting down the request sheet and counting the hair dryers and flat-irons.

Gina, Xavier, and Joe arrive fifteen minutes later. "Hey there good looking," You walk over and hug Joe, careful to keep your face off his suit. Gina is already in her gown and Xavier is like you, dressed in sweatpants and a shirt, ready to practice. “Ok Gina, what would you like me to do today?” you ask your boss even though you can already guess based on the fact one of you is dressed fancy and one of you is dressed for the gym.

“I’m going to stay here and get the stylists and back up dancers checked in. I want you and Xavier to go wait by the back door for BTS and immediately take them to the stage for rehearsal. As soon as the back-ups get checked in I’m sending them your way. When you’re done, bring them here for hair and make-up and then they’ll walk the carpet.”

“Okie dokie.” you say, “See you later Joe!” you smile and pat his arm as you exit the room. Xavier stops and gives him a kiss before he follows you. The hallway is a clusterfuck of PD teams and garment racks, back-up dancers, and caterers, but you love it. So much chaos but also organization. You love awards show days. You were just so nervous you had forgotten how invigorating it was.

“I’m so excited to watch the performances later!” Xavier squeals as the two of you line up alongside other teams by the back door. You hold up your little “BTS” sign so the group can find you easier. The signs were dumb but necessary. The guys had actually hung out with you way more than your previous artists since you were all working together in a small studio space. And, other than the whole soulmate thing, they were the nicest group you had worked with so far. They were patient with your team and their production unit and chose to stay and eat with everyone at the studio, when they could have had catering delivered to the hotel. Yes, at this moment you were feeling very excited and proud.

A few minutes passed where you made small talk with some other producers who were waiting. You saw several other singers and bands arrive. Finally a large group came in and you knew it had to be yours. You immediately found RM.

"Good morning! Are you guys all ready to go straight to the stage?" you ask as you walk alongside him now that all of the guys and the production team were in the building.

"Yeah we gave our stuff to our manager to take to the green room so let's get there as soon as possible." he responds.

"Alright," follow me.” You lead the group through the winding hallways to the stage, trying to keep them focused even though they and other celebrities keep stopping to wave and say "hi" to each other.

"Sorry, they don't get out often," RM jokes as he apologizes to you. "it's fine. We're good on time.” you assure him while checking your watch” The backup dancers are still going through security clearance.” You had sent Xavier ahead to the stage to meet any who arrived early.

“Hey! Is that [Y/N]?” you hear a voice call out in the narrow hallway.

You recognize the well-dressed man as Mr. Salontes, the manager of Imagine Dragons.

“Mr. Salontes!” you lean in for a polite hug, “It’s great to see you again! How are you? You guys are up for best alternative album right?”

“You have such a great memory [y/n], yes we are, and we’re getting ready to promote it on tour this summer. Speaking of which, we’re looking for a Director. I’ve heard great things about you. Are you looking for a tour this summer?” he looks at you hopefully.

Your eyes widen as you stand there shocked for a second, you were not expecting a group this popular to make you offer and you certainly weren’t expecting it in a busy hallway while you were leading your group to rehearsal. “Oh wow, that sounds amazing. Thank you. I am looking to tour this summer. Ummm… Do you also have a position for a choreographer?"

“No, sorry, just a Directing position. We’ve already hired our choreographer.” You think for a few seconds and take a deep breath, “Oh, that’s too bad. I already promised my choreographer Xavier that I would tour with him this summer.”

Mr. Salontes gives you a kind but incredulous look. “Are you sure? This is a really big opportunity you’re turning down. I’m sure your friend would understand.”

He was so nice about it, you felt even worse. But, a promise is a promise. Xavier and Joe had been there for you through some really shitty times, you were’t going to go back on your word.

“I know, and I really appreciate it I just can’t go back on my word. I do really appreciate the opportunity though. Good luck tonight,” you say with a tone of finality as you begin moving again to get your group to the stage.

“You are crazy,” you hear RM comment behind you.

You roll your eyes, “Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“You just turned down working with one of the biggest groups in your country right now. You don’t think that Manager is going to run off and tell a bunch of other people that you’re difficult to work with. I thought you took your job seriously.”

You sigh as you continue to meander through the hallways. Yeah you felt bad about declining the offer, but what were you supposed to do? “I love my job but it’s just a job. If he wants to go and tell people that I won’t leave my friend behind then let him. Other opportunities will come along, My friendship with Xavier is more important. Alright, here we are,” you stop and wait in the wings, scanning the backstage for Xavier and your dancers.

“[Y/N] over here!” Xavier waves at you. You walk over. “Ok all of the dancers are here so we are good to go.”

“Perfect let me go check with AV and I will be right back.” you run down to the sound booth to make sure they knew which group was getting ready to go. “Ok, back up dancers you will be over here stage Left.” You look at your sheet. “V, Jhope, and Jungkook you are also stage left. RM and Jin head to Stage left and Jimin, go to the center of the stage.”

They run the songs with choreography and lights only two times. You and another assistant begin to apply lav mics to them for the full rehearsal. “Ok so no throwing mic pacs today ok? These ones are expensive,” you tease RM as you apply the mic around his torso, feeling the electricity buzzing again. “Dammit,” you accidentally say out loud.

“What? Is the mic shorting out?” he asks, looking alarmed. He does have a tendency to break things.

“No the mic is fine,” you mutter.

“Then what’s causing the electricity,” he asks perplexed.

You smirk and feel your cheeks flush, “It’s a soulmate thing,” you say under your breath. You feel him tense up.

“Oh...sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, I’m almost finished.” you respond as you hand him the in-ears. “Ok, looks good.” you assess him for a minute and then move on to Jin. His placement is much faster even though he is blushing like a schoolgirl. Cute. All of these guys were adorable. And hot. How was this possible?

You signal to the sound booth that you are ready and they run the full practice through twice. Ahh it looks so good. You have water available for them once they finish. “That looked so good!” you say to Xavier.

“I know I know! Let’s get them to hair and make-up.” you say as you gather the men and lead them to their green room. The walk back to the room is much faster fortunately. The stylists are all waiting at different chairs and their outfits have been hung up for them. “Alright, we’ll see you guys in about 2 hours. You have hair and make-up and then you’ll walk the carpet. After that come back here and we’ll wait to be seated,” you tell the group, allowing RM to translate. You and Xavier grab your garment bags and head over to the dancer’s green room to change and kill time.

“You look amazing!” Xavier compliments you as you exit the changing room in your dress. It’s a long sleeve number with a straight neckline, scoop back, and is mid-thigh length.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you say as you walk over and straighten up his pocket square and tie.

“Soooo anything new? You knowwwwwwww???” he asks.

“Yeah, we had sex in the green room just now. It took 30 seconds while everyone else wasn’t looking. It was great,” you say dryly.

Xavier rolls his eyes at you. “You’re no fun. So he’ s leaving tomorrow and then that’s it?”

“Yep. Just like that. The way things were before.”

“And you’re fine with that?”

You sit down on a bench and cross your legs. Xavier joins you. “Yeah. I mean he’s super cool and all, it’s just not what either of us want.”

“Well we’ve come a long way from yesterday at least.”

You sulk on the bench for a second and then pull up your phone to watch the Red Carpet interviews. It was always so cool to think that you had a small part in making this award show come together. You guys watch the network interview several bands and your back up dancers come over when it’s BTS’s turn. You hear exclamations of “so cool” “Hotness” “I bet they win” and you smile as you hold your phone.

You look at your watch. “Ok, I’m going to head to the green room. Ill see you at our seats?” you ask Xavier.

“You got it doll,” he plants a small kiss on your cheek. “Good luck. I’m sure tonight will go great.”

You smile and head over to their green room. A few stylists are still around to do touch up work and some caterers are refilling waters and snacks. Everything is going according to plan. You sit down for a minute and enjoy the quiet before the storm. A few minutes later, the band and their filming crew arrive. You stand up automatically but you are finishing up reading an article on your phone so you don’t immediately look up.

When you do you see that RM is staring at you with his mouth slightly open. You look at him questioningly. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh,” sorry. He puts his hands in his suit pockets. “You just uh look really pretty.”

You stand there in shock for a second. “Oh. Thanks. I guess I forgot that I changed clothes,” you laugh while gesturing at your dress.

“Oooo lovely sexy lady,” Jimin says to you as he walks over to his seat.

Namjoon barks out in Korean, “Be professional, she’s our director.”

“I’m just saying the truth,” Jim responds in turn. He winks as he walks past you.

“Thank you,’ you blush and say to Jimin. “You guys look great as well.”

RM rolls his eyes and storms over to his chair, taking out his phone and doesn’t say another word to you. You feel your body slowly get hot with Anger. His Anger. Wtf dude? NEXT CHAPTER

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kvngjoong · 4 years

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changbin + nsfw a-z

changbin and I are literally the same person, our personality type is the same, we like the same things, we are the same height, same blood type, born the SAME day, and now i’ve done this i’m fully convinced if we ever meet one another it will just be the spider man meme

A: Aftercare

i don’t think there would be much afterwards. he would probably just fall back on the pillow, eyes shut and mouth slightly open, his entire body working through what just happened between you. he’ll grow more affectionate the longer you’re together and probably become a tiny bit better with aftercare but for the most part, that’s on you buddy

B: Body part

he likes his chest/arms, cause he can make you look so small next to him without even trying, so for you it’s your waist because it’s kinda tiny and he wraps his arms around your waist makes him feel bigger again. he has a low key size kink because he feels kinda emasculated since he’s not that tall (sorry chanbinnie) and likes to feel bigger than you, at least in that sense

C: Cum

whilst he cums easily, a subsequent orgasm won’t be the easiest thing for him. he cums quite a bit more than average, something you might not have expected from him, and he tastes better than average too. it’s a joyful experience with changbin, which isn’t something that you can say for everyone

D: Dirty Secret

changbin can be very needy, as said before. he sometimes finds himself getting off to the smallest of things. like the one time he took this silk dress from your wardrobe that he thought looked really nice on you and used it to jerk off with. he never said anything about it again, he didn’t even act like he knew why it was mixed in with your washing when you openly asked why it was there since you hadn’t washed it. he feels bad for it, since he never told you, but you looked really nice in it and the material was nice to touch (and use)

E: Experience

a bit, but not too much. probably focused on other things his entire life and turned people down unintentionally for other things. he also seems like he is the type to not pick up on people’s signals. so there’s that

F: Favourite Position

he’s gonna smack your ass a few times so doggy, but if he’s sub then he likes it when you’re on top - cowgirl or something similar. likes it a bit kinkier so don’t expect missionary to come up very often unless your legs are over his shoulders and he’s got something your butt too

G: Goofy

he can take a joke and make one too. not everything has to be serious with him. may even pull out the aegyo from time to time and you guys start laughing so hard that you have to stop to calm down (and then not actually do anything, what the fuck changbin). if it was serious the whole time then it would just make him uncomfortable and the atmosphere between the two of you would be different. your relationship isn’t like that in general

H: Hair

he probably...makes...an...effort?? to shave but like sometimes he can’t be bothered so it’s hit and miss. he’s not that bothered by it but sometimes he wants to take care of himself so he’ll trim his hair or shave it but since he’s not bothered, he won’t be like i gotta do it every thursday or that’s it. not unless he has a special occasion (wink)

I: Intimacy

whilst it may not always seem completely intimate with him, it is - don’t worry. he sees sex as more than just fucking and will probably make that more obvious the longer that you’re together. he may not express his emotions all the time, but know that each time he pushes you against a wall, you’re the only one he wants to do it with and he’s doing it because he loves you

J: Jack Off

he does it a healthy amount, should there be more to it? will send you a video or two with a follow up message like ‘wish you were here 🥵🥺’ then adamantly deny he ever did it. likes to jack off in front of you too, having you tied up to the bed and needy to touch him but he does it himself, or have you control how he jerks off when you dom

K: Kink

there could literally just be a list but i’ll spare you that. he’s into a lot of the bdsm stuff, both giving and receiving - he likes bondage, organsm denial, a hint of sadism, biting, general dom/sub stuff, restrictions, the cliche things tbh. he likes experimenting and will occasionally order something in your name so you open it and find inside a spreader bar or a whip or something. he wants to explore that side of things, and would really like if you joined him

L: Location

literally, it could be anywhere. he’s down for it as long as it’s not public. the bathroom at a club, the hallway when you first come through your apartment door, the kitchen side, he’s gonna use it to get you off. somehow though, unless it’s a quickie, it will always end up in the bedroom. maybe because it’s easier in there - changbin gravitates to somewhere he can fall asleep naturally

M: Motivation

you really think he has to see a picture of you looking a little nsfw to get horny? nope. it could literally be a word that sets him off. he’ll be talking to you and you’ll say something and somewhere right at the back of his mind he’ll remember what you did at a random date and time and he’ll be like damn, wish that was happening right now. and he’s off. but revealing clothes (not completely, only slightly) will also get his attention

N: NO

the usual. not into anything like scat which is usual, probably isn’t into voyeurism either because he thinks it’s a bit weird. probably wouldn’t have any hard limits at the top of his head so it’s up to you to set them - he’s into most things, maybe a few soft limits, but he’s a kink little bitch so there’s no worries with him

O: Oral

it’s integral for him. sex wouldn’t be the same if he wasn’t spending at least a quarter of it with his hand in your hair, bobbing your head up and down on his dick, and another quarter with his lips sucking at your clit as he smirks because you obviously really enjoyed whatever he just did so he’s definitely going to do it again. he enjoys both giving and receiving, and when he’s domhe can take it to another level and do some bdsm stuff with it too (anyone wanted their clit bitten? call changbin)

P: Pace

faster and harder than you may have expected it. slow? changbin doesn’t know what that word means. he’s gonna make you wish you took him up on his offer or eating you out or something because when he fucks you it’s enough to literally make you cry. that album… reckless and relentless… it was written about changbin. he’s not afraid to leave a few marks here or there and give you some trouble walking the next day

Q: Quickie

just because they’re common with him doesn’t automatically mean it’s preference of his… changbin would want things to be slower sometimes. but life has to happen and he accepts that sometimes it’s the only thing you both can do. usually when it’s a quickie you’ll just be sucking his dick or he’ll be fingering you, but hey, it’s whatever - you both get off so what’s the problem?

R: Risk

he doesn’t mind an occasional possibility of someone catching you guys at it but he would prefer some time between the two of you and doesn’t like to rush things (unless the point is rushing things, then risk is part of it). he draws a line at public sex but an open space is fine for him, given that there still is a bit of privacy

S: Stamina

he can go for a while, but he usually doesn’t. since he struggles with cumming twice, he will stick to just one round and put as much effort into it as he can do. which means it’s gonna be a long, wild ride with him - and most of it won’t be him actually fucking you, he’s better with the whole foreplay bit

T: Toy

he actually doesn’t mind them!! at first he will be apprehensive to actually introduce them into any sexual activities (and will blush at the thought of it) but after you bring it up, he’s happy to suggest what toys he wants to buy and will spend some time looking through stuff with you online. he’s a bit fan of collars and wrist ties, for both you and him

U: Unfair

he’s a bit of a tease in general, but only beforehand. when you’re actually getting at it, changbin will never avoid trying to get you off. he wants to please you no matter whether that’s by actually pleasing you or showing you that he’s a good boy. it’s only during the night before he mentions that he's got a boner that he’s a tease, and it’s usually when he whispers things in your ear and keeps his hands on you for a little too long

V: Volume

whilst he isn’t afraid to make noises when he’s in that mood, he doesn’t usually make any unless he’s the sub. as before, he can do both dom and sub but when he does sub it’s a completely different side of him you might not have ever seen before (or expected). he’ll be a whining mess and begging you for more, moaning to no end to show you how good you are. if he’s dom then he’ll stick to a few groans and some dirty talk

W: Wild Card

this may not be a surprise, but changbin seems like he would really be into someone who was tatted and pierced. like he would get an immediate hard on over seeing you with a tattoo or a new piercing that you got done. it’s not even necessarily sexual ones, literally an ear piercing would make him go ooh and think it look hot. but that isn’t to say that he doesn’t appreciate if you did get a piercing done which was more nsfw - he would be itching to play with it as soon as he could

X: X-Ray

he’s shorter, but thicker. fills you up pretty well and can please you nonetheless so it’s pleasurable so you won’t have anything to complain about - anything he can’t do himself, he’ll make sure you get

Y: Yearning

a needy baby is a yearning baby. he always wants to do stuff and it’s guaranteed he will be down for something if you are. whilst he probably gets horny a lot he doesn’t actually need to do anything and can resist the temptation to distract you and get on with something else

Z: ZZZ

doesn’t usually fall asleep afterwards, but definitely on the more tired side afterwards. he will be kinda sleep laying next to you, probably have his head on your shoulder as he mumbles things that are slightly incoherent with his eyes mostly shut. he’ll wake up a bit as time goes on and be down to do whatever you want, but if you’re dragging him out of the bedroom he’ll be loosely holding your hand as you drag him to the kitchen or wherever

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[biker!bucky. clothes ripping kink. dollface.]

A gasp falls from your lips, sputtering a high pitched, “B - Bucky!” But he only regards you with a glinting smirk and resumes splitting it up your skin; your hands grab his wrists but his strength is absolute, and all you can do is dig your nails into his skin as you shriek, “What the hell are you doing?” But you already know he loves the marks, when your impression is left on him for others to see.

in which you look too good in that damn dress, and biker!bucky can’t help himself. (includes biker!bucky x chief-of-police’s daughter!reader, clothes ripping kink, reader receiving oral.)

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A big hand clamps over your mouth, texturized with the calluses of a hardworking man, while a strong forearm anchors across your waist. Before you can react, you’re swept backwards into an unisex bathroom as leather and spice wafts your senses, and a familiarly gruff voice settles your fight-or-flight instincts: “It’s me.”

Immediately, you relax which has him releasing you so you whirl around, your back to the automatically locked door. Your heart like a hummingbird’s, you blink in disbelief at the mountain of a man standing before you in all his louche glory.

“What are you doing here?!” you exclaim in a hushed gasp. Despite yourself, excitement skitters across your skin as you take in your bearded, blue-eyed blackguard: a broad six-foot, towering in dark leather and denim, chestnut brown hair disheveled sexily. All in all, he’s something that draws attention at a suit-and-tie police ball. “What if someone sees you?!”

It’s not that you’re ashamed of the ex-con you’ve been shacking up with. It’s more that your father is being celebrated for his dutiful law enforcement work, and finding out his daughter has been getting on her knees for the same type of person he’s dedicated his life to putting away isn’t the place for that. You plan to divulge your relationship to him soon, just not yet.

Bucky’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, his teeth following as his gaze drags over every curve and contour of your low cut dress clad frame. You’d think he’d gotten enough of an eyeful with the images you texted him. His eyes snap to your face, and he surges forth with an animalistic groan at the base of his throat.

In one second, he grasps you by your hips—a crushing grip glides beneath your satin dress and hauls you high on his waist, palms searing and fingers kneading through a layer of fishnets and panties—and braces you on the bathroom’s sink. A gasp expels from your lips as your back collides against a cold mirror, another sound escaping when he yanks your thighs wide and slots himself between them.

In one hand, his rough pads upturn your jaw, almost squishing your cheeks with his force, maintaining eye contact. Feral, his eyes practically glow, and your skin prickles with a likewise manic passion. “You really sent those pictures and thought I wouldn’t come and see you for myself, dollface?” His wicked orbs flicker down, to the crease of your cleavage, to the slit in your dress, the fishnets covering your legs; his broad chest lifts and falls with a ragged breath.

A simmering furnace kindles in your core, crackling under your skin at the primal reaction to little ‘ole you. Admittedly, it shouldn’t be surprising given his carnal demeanor toward you has persisted since the first time you saw him—being towed away in handcuffs at the station. Nevertheless, it never falls to ignites something unhinged inside you, a wild side that shudders in anticipation for whatever he’s going to do to you.

This wasn’t the plan, but God, you love this deviation.

Upon messaging him that album of scandalous poses, all pristine in your classy—but borderlining skimpy—outfit, you just wanted to work him up while you attended this event. You wouldn’t have thought he would show up here, risking being seen by the flurry of officers who’ve either arrested him, or heard about the suspicious activities in his supposedly innocuous biker gang. Then again, that spontaneousness is one of the reasons why you seem to be addicted to him.

“Did you think I could resist getting my hands on this pretty ‘lil dress and your sexy body underneath?” he asks breathlessly, baritone pitch raking over your nerves like gravel. “And I couldn’t care less about whether your daddy sees us.” His white incisors scrape across his bottom lip. “What did he expect when he let you go out in something like this?“

Thin straps swoop low and reveal your décolletage as the black satin clings like a second skin; from the V of your chest to the reverse V on one thigh, it highlights all your assets tantalizingly, and fishnets do the same to your legs in stretched diamond-shaped string.

“Oh? Does that mean you don’t like it?” you goad innocently, lashes fluttering.

His lips twist up at one corner, entertained by your fauxness. “I’m just pointing out if he didn’t want you to be roughed up by someone like me, he would have told you to put on something that doesn’t make your tits look that good. A blind man can see you’re just asking for trouble.”

“What if that’s what I want?” you reply then tilt your head and part your lips to accept his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue curls around the appendage while your cheeks hollow with a tight suction; your stare remains on his the whole time, watching the flames blaze in his eyes as he pops free from your Cupid’s bow.

“Then you’re on the fuckin’ right track, dollface,” he just about growls and leans forward, intention set on kissing you until you’re breathless and dizzy, and your lips are swollen and glossy with his spit.

Although the prospect tightens in your belly, you stop him with a shake of your head. “My lipstick, biker-boy,” you say to the disgruntled confusion on his face, amused by the expression. “Consider these lips off limits until the end of the night.” You pause. “Then they’re yours to take however you want.”

Impatience lurks in his gaze, and restraint locks his jaw. Air flares his nostrils as his head tips forward. Distance nose-to-nose, he says a quiet, “Okay.” But there’s something about the quality there that has your hackles rising despite the calmness. “I won’t ruin your lipstick.”

The second the last syllable is drawn, without any time to consider the mystery of his purposeful diction, a shrill riiiiiiiiiip cuts bounces against tiled wall’s echo. Somewhere below your eyeline, his hands have hooked underneath the mesh and jerked it apart at the bend of your knee. Once carefully stepped in-to brand new fishnets are reverted into a tattered piece of sheer with a hole ovaling up your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” he teases, brows knitted in feigned confusion, continuing to litter the floor with your clothing. “Your lipstick is fine, dollface. That’s what you wanted. And since I can’t have those lips, then I’ll just have to settle for these.”

With an effortless twitch of his hands, your underwear is shredded into two separate pieces. Next thing you know, he’s on his knees, and he’s pulled you forward until your ass is on the edge of the porcelain sink and your legs are prised apart, leaving his face level with your most intimate part.

No time wasted, he delves in. He wastes no time delving in. Tongue first, he delivers a flat stripe up your sticky folds, ending at your slick bud which he immediately suckles into his warm, wet mouth like you’re a lollipop he’s hellbent on getting to the center of.

Pleasure strikes you like lightning, stimulation zapping you in your deepest depths. Before you can think to suppress it, you give a startled cry, a guttural choke resounding off the walls as you buck into the heaven that is him.

One of his hands shoots up and stuffs two fingers in your mouth, rasping over your taste buds, and muffling any attention-bringing sounds. All the while, he’s feasting on you in that same passionate and skilled manner he kisses you with. He suctions all the honey he can out of you, batting at your clit with his tongue.

Shocks attack your nerves, and shakes rack your body, inadvertently causing you to grind against his face. One of your legs curl over his shoulders, heels pressing into leather-bound muscles. Your fingers plunge into his impossibly soft locks and hold on for dear life while you’re upended by blind bliss building in your center.

Blue eyes pierce your soul, watching the delirium pump through you. Wickedness shines at the forefront of those storming oceanic pools; his pupils are dilated in raw desire at the flush of your cheeks, the look and feel of you desperately sucking on his index and middle digits to smother your pretty moans, the rhythmic undulation of your body.

The pit in your stomach deepens and spirals outward. Your toes furl in your heels, and your spine curves into an arc as an orgasm hurtles through every cell inside of you. A stifled noise vibrates against his fingers which has him jabbing them deeper until he can feel your throat constricting around them.

As you ride out your wave, he’s wringing every iota of pleasure out of you. He keeps your engorged button swathed between his teeth while you tremble with aftershocks. Once he’s satisfied, he retreats after an audible pop and rises to his six-foot and wide shoulder stature.

You’re still buzzing with the residual effects, panting heavily when he comes to loom over you. He grasps you by the jaw in his spit-soaked hand, and his lips glistening with your liquid lust, he kisses you. He takes possession of you, snaking his tongue in and claiming every inch for himself; he smears your lipstick and has you suck the taste of yourself off his taste buds.

Finally, he lets you go to gulp in much needed air. The look on your face already tells him you don’t give fuck all about the ruined cosmetics, or the torn fashion. No, he can see you’re basking in the sensations he invokes in you, grateful you’re allowed to be so undone.

Your eyes are hooded, Cupid’s bow red and swollen from him, bare thighs dripping with a dull ache between them. The formality of the event means nothing to you now when he’s here, having done that to you. You have half a mind to sneak out with him.

Like he knows what you’re thinking, he shakes his head. “I want you to go out there. I want them to see the chief’s pretty little princess looking like she just got fucked with no panties and no lipstick. You got that, dollface?” When you nod, all dazed and starry eyed, he smiles. “Good. I’ll pick you up later and ruin your soft, wet little pussy until she’s as swollen as your lips are now.”

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#bucky x reader #bucky x you smut #bucky barnes imagines #marvel imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel x you #i struggled A LOT with this one for some reason? i wanted to scrap it but i wanted to post something so i forced myself to finish it #anon who sent it: you can send it again and i'll try to write it better!!#my writing

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