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itsbeeble · 7 months

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Down? Astronomically.

Summary: Sangyeon doesn't like sweets. That doesn't stop him from visiting you and your bakery every single thing and leaving with the one thing he hates.

Genre: smut, fluff, mild angst

Pairing: idol!Sangyeon x bakery owner!afab!reader

Fic Warnings: Sickeningly sweet (bah dum tsss) fluff, strangers to simps to lovers, mild mild angst, mentions of food, Sangyeon's cringey as hell actually (like he's down BAD down bad)

WC: ~6.4k (oops)

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

SMUT WARNINGS BELOW THE CUT

Smut Warnings: y/n definitely has an oral fixation, soft dom!Sangyeon, pussy drunk!Sangyeon, y/n drunk!Sangyeon (he’s down astronomically bad your honor), he’s like obsessed with everything about her, public sex (they fuckin in the bakery 💪 but it’s closed and the lights are (mostly) off lmfao), standing by big dick!Sangyeon until the day I die, hair pulling, tummy bulge bc why not, lowkey size kink hdjgfsj, uhhhh p in v sex (protected. yall better wrap that shit); i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything.

A/N: 5 months and 6.4k words later and this sangyeon rec is done. anon i'm so sorry for the wait i'm so horrible. Also thank you to pookie (Fawn) for beta reading half of this but she had to bail and I told yall 3:30 so.... yuh. Also this is the first time I've written smut since Doll so please don't be harsh on me i'm sorry if it's bad

Sangyeon doesn’t exactly know when he started coming to your bakery. He doesn’t even like sweets, so why does he keep showing up in the dead of night and leaving with several boxes filled with sweets and a piece of cake stuffed into his mouth?

You.

Gorgeous, kind, brilliant, sweet, you. Coincidence? He thinks not.

At first, he’d started going because Eric had recommended the coffee. And then he met you, stumbling out of the kitchen with a smear of pink frosting on your cheek, a dye-stained apron, and strands of hair slipping out of your tight bun and clinging to your forehead. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but seeing you in that near-disastrous state, yelling at the poor cashier? God, maybe he should start believing.

Down bad, Sunwoo had called him a while ago when Sangyeon had dragged him along on his nightly coffee trip. Down horrendous, actually. Sangyeon had forced him to carry all four boxes of treats you’d sent home with him, ignoring how the younger member of the group had whined about how sore his arms were going to be. No, he didn’t pay any attention as he sent the boy along. All of his attention was on you, watching you wipe down the counter and talk about how busy your day had been.

In the end, he’d only left because Jacob kept calling, begging him to come back to the company to get the boys back in order.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite regular!” You’re beaming at him when he walks in the door, your hand placed on the shoulder of Hyejin, a younger and newer employee. You shooed her away, ignoring her questioning of who this mysterious man with a hat and mask on was. When the door to the kitchen shuts and you’re sure she isn’t coming back out, you circle the counter to stand in front of Sangyeon. “I’m assuming you want your normal order?”

Sangyeon ignores the buzzing in his body when you call him your favorite.

Sangyeon quirks an eyebrow, and though his face is hidden for the most part, you can see his hat shift with the tensing of the muscles in his forehead.

“You have my order memorized?” His tone is teasing, and you feel your cheeks warm.

“Well, I mean- you just- you’re here every day, and- and I just-” you stumble over your words, a low laugh from the man in front of you causing your cheeks to go from pink to red in an instant.

“I’m kidding,” Sangyeon promises, nudging your side with his elbow while he moves to the register. “I think I would be offended if you didn’t know my order by now.” You hum, a delicate and angelic sound that has Sangyeon feeling fuzzy. He forces the feeling away, tapping his card on the screen in front of him. It lags for a moment, and you awkwardly tap the screen to get it to move faster. Sangyeon smiles, watching you repeatedly try to tuck nonexistent hairs behind your ear.

He leans forward, placing his elbows on the counter and peering up at you. You don’t meet his eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” You shake your head, and he clicks his tongue. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not nervous,” you insist, now slapping the screen, “this stupid thing is just- it’s just slow and I feel bad about taking up your time. I know you’re really busy-”

Sangyeon cuts you off again. “I’m never too busy for you, cupcake.” You freeze, and the machine dings. Sangyeon’s eyes squeeze shut. Why the fuck would you say that? What moron says that?

“I-” you pause, drumming your fingers on the counter. “Your order will be out in a few minutes. Hyejin will bring everything to you.”

He inhales, ready to apologize, but you’re gone by the time he can form words. The swinging kitchen door is his only indicator of where you’ve gone, and he mentally kicks himself.

Across the counter, Hyejin clears her throat.

“Iced latte for…Yeonnie?” Her voice lifts at the end, almost disturbed at the name on the cup. Sangyeon walks over, hesitantly grabbing the drink. “I’ll be right out with your boxes.”

“Not necessary,” he shakes his head. “I don’t need them-”

“Too bad,” the young girl purses her lips. “Y/N won’t let me leave until they’re gone so…”

“Oh…”

“Plus, I’m pretty sure she makes so much extra because you love her baked goods.” Hyejin stares him down, and he shuffles his feet.

“Yep…that’s…that’s true,” an awkward laugh, “the one who really loves baked goods…”

Sunwoo was right. He’s down astronomically bad.

“You’re such a fucking loser, you know that right?” Hyejin scrubs a baking tin furiously, grumbling about how these stupid drops of batter are gonna be the death of her. “Running away and giggling like someone my age because he called you cupcake.” You glare at her. She continues to scrub at the pan. “Do you even know anything about him?”

“Who even asked you?” His birthday is November 4th. I remember because he knew his friends were planning a surprise party for him.

“Nobody. I’m just the unfortunate soul who has to sit here and witness your gag-worthy flirting with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome.” You throw down your rag.

“I’m not flirting with him! He’s a paying customer!”

“Mhm. A paying customer who you wanna fuck sooooo bad.” She smirks at you, and whether mocking or not you know she’s right. Would you ever admit that to her face? Absolutely not.

“You know what-” You pick up your rag and jab a finger in her direction. “If you keep this shit up I’m cutting your hours down.”

“Do that and I’m telling Yeonnie that you want him inside of you. Call it a taste tester or whatever.”

“You know what,” your face is burning up again and your grip on the rag tightens. “Get out.”

“Nope.” Hyejin sets down her sponge and smiles at you. “I’m not leaving until I’m scheduled to leave. Unless we finish early, that is. So you better make a plan to jump this guy’s bones before I help him instead.”

Your rag hits the ground, a groan rises from your throat. And yet…you can’t help the smile that pulls across your lips. You can’t help the warm feeling in your chest that blooms with every thought of this masked customer who only ever goes by Yeonnie, even if you don’t know what he looks like under that mask and hat of his.

“You called her what?” Kevin reels back, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. Sangyeon cringes.

“Yeah…”

“Why would you say that? That’s like…textbook ‘do not call a woman this unless she’s your wife!’”

“You think I don’t know that?” Sangyeon flings himself back on the studio floor, a loud thump echoing around him. The other boys had left a few minutes ago, and, oddly enough, Kevin was the only one he trusted enough to tell this to. “God, I’m such a moron.”

“No,” Kevin coos. Sangyeon frowns, rolling his head on the ground to look at him. “You’re just a dumbass who-” Sangyeon flings his foot out reaching to kick Kevin. “Whoa, hey, let me finish!”

“You’re just gonna make fun of me!” Sangyeon whines.

Kevin purses his lips.

“For a 26-year-old man, you sure are childish.”

“Are you gonna help me fix this or not, Kevin?”

Kevin hums.

“Operation Sangyeon-does-get-bitches is a go!”

“Call it that again and I’m getting you kicked out of the group.”

“So,” Hyejin leans against the counter while you mix up the batter for a cake. “Has Yeonnie come in yet?”

You purse your lips, carefully pouring part of the dry ingredients into the stand mixer.

“He doesn’t come in until later usually.”

“You must be so disappointed.” You don’t respond.

Truthfully, it is disappointing. Sure, you know he’ll be coming in later on. You know that he’s likely going to be your last customer and for that, you’re relieved. However, the wait has you picking at the skin around your nails. Anxiety builds inside of you. Cupcake is what he had called you. Just a small amount of affection, and for that you had shut down. What if running away had sent the wrong message? What if he thought you hated him and were just being nice? “You shouldn’t stress so much,” Hyejin stops the stand mixer, taking the empty bowl of dry ingredients from your hand. “You’ll overmix the batter and then the cake will be gross.”

“A professional, are we?” A lighthearted smile passes over your lips. Hyejin shrugs.

“I’m here to learn, aren’t I? I’m not gonna get through culinary school by working at a gas station.”

“That’s true.”

“Anyway,” she huffs and grabs a tray of macarons, “just remember the plan and he’ll fall right back in love with you. Guaranteed.”

“How do you know?” You pour the cake batter into a few baking tins, ensuring that all are evenly layered.

“Have you seen how he looks at you?” She scoffs. “That man clearly couldn’t care less about the sweets you give him. He’s here for you and the coffee. Not the cakes or the cookies or the brownies. He’s here for you. No one comes in that often for some baked goods.”

Have you seen the way he looks at you? Yes. You had. Just briefly, though, when his hat had lifted enough for the light to pass over his eyes. The corners were crinkled, clearly smiling under the mask. You’d thought he looked so pretty, even if you couldn’t truly see his face.

You knew him as Yeonnie. That’s the name he had requested the first few times he came into the bakery. He didn’t give you a full name, and you joked that what he gave you sounded like something you’d name your dog. He’d laughed, and when he did it had been like the air was punched out of you. It was such a beautiful sound, and somewhere deep in your mind, you had vowed to make him laugh every time you saw him.

Then he was showing up every day, asking about what didn’t sell very much that day. Every day he would buy them all. And every day, you cracked a joke that had you hearing that gorgeous laugh of his.

Never, however, had he called you anything but your name. Maybe you cared a bit too much about what he thought of you. Maybe you cared a little bit too much about the smudges of frosting on your face, the sweat-slicked strands of hair that clung to your hair after being in the kitchen all morning and afternoon, preparing for the next day’s pastries.

Never had you hidden from a man you loved, even if he didn’t quite know it yet.

“So,” Sangyeon leans against the counter, watching you get his drink ready. “Anything exciting happen today?” His hands are shaking, but he hides it by drumming his fingers against the counter. You’d been quieter than usual, ducking your head whenever he looked at you.

Now he was worried that he made you uncomfortable.

“Not really,” you shrug, cupping your hand around the rim of the go-cup to prevent too much splashing as you add a bit more ice. “It was kinda busy, but it was bearable.”

“That’s good,” Sangyeon nods, tugging his mask further up his face. He peers around you, squinting as he searches for Hyejin through the window on the kitchen door. “Where’s Hyejin today?” You shrug.

“I sent her home early. We slowed down a lot about an hour ago and I had already gotten a lot of things done so I told her to head home.”

“So you’re here alone?” Sangyeon frowns. “That can’t be safe.”

“I mean…” you run your tongue over your lips, “I dunno. I do it all the time.”

“You shouldn’t.” Sangyeon frowns, “This is a big city, what if something happened to you?”

“You saying you’re worried about me, Yeonnie?” You lean toward him, your lips twitching up.

“Sangyeon.” He blurts his name out before he can stop it. You blink, your eyebrows knitting together.

“What?”

“My…my name.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s Sangyeon. Not Yeonnie.”

You nod, frowning.

“Why didn’t you just tell me your name in the first place?” He inhales, shaking his head.

“It isn’t that simple, cupcake.”

“Why not?” You drum your fingers on the marble countertop. “It seems pretty simple to me. I ask for the name of the order, and you say ‘Sangyeon.’ Easy peasy.”

Sangyeon can’t help but laugh. He can’t help the disbelief at how calm you are. Sure, the reveal of his actual name isn’t that big of a deal. Maybe you thought he was just uncomfortable around people. A bit socially awkward.

The smile returns to your lips.

“Can I ask something?” He nods, leaning on the counter to look you in the eye. The hat casts a shadow over his face, but you can see that little crinkle that you’d been longing to see up close since the first day you met him. “Why do you wear this…” you wave your hand at him. “This little get-up?”

He falls quiet, and for a moment you think you’ve made him uncomfortable.

“I…I’m sorry, Sangyeon. I don’t- I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t apologize.” He cuts you off, and your mouth shuts. “I just…I didn’t want your opinion of me to…to change. If you saw my face, that is.”

“If I saw your face,” you echo. “What, are you famous or something? Oooh, are you an idol?”

Boom, right on the money.

You can see the emotions in his eyes. The fear, the shock, the confusion, the nerves. You can see his hands clenching around his coffee. A pit forms in your stomach, growing larger and larger as he shuffles back. Toward the door.

Away from you.

“Sangyeon…” you speak slowly when you circle the counter. “Are you…”

“I have to go,” he spits out. “I’m s- I just…I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m just-” his breathing is shaking, and he back into the wall. Sangyeon stumbles, whipping around and shoving through the door before you can say another word.

And after all that…you couldn’t even give him the cake you’d planned on giving him for his birthday.

Sangyeon is pacing. His footsteps are quiet, muffled by the carpet beneath his feet. His hair is in disarray from hours of tugging at the strands.

Kevin is sitting on his leader’s bed, eyes drooping and his head resting on one of his hands.

“Dude,” Kevin pinches the bridge of his nose. “You do know that she probably thinks she messed up somehow, right?”

“God, I just keep making things worse.” Sangyeon groans loudly, kicking away one of the shirts lying on the floor.

“I love that I get to sit back and watch you ruin your love life before it begins.” Kevin stretches his arms above his head, his eyes squeezing shut and a yawn fighting to leave his mouth.

“Gee, thanks Kev.” Sangyeon scowls, throwing his body face-down onto the mattress. Kevin shifts to the side, patting the older man’s shoulder.

“I’m just speaking the truth. You shouldn’t have reacted like you did. What happened to being in love with her? Did you really think she would expose you for being an idol?”

A tough question. Sangyeon would like to say that the answer to that question is yes. He would love to trust you with his whole being, with every fiber in his body, but he’s been burned before. He’s been burned, and he doesn’t want it to happen again.

“I just…I got scared, I think.” Sangyeon’s hands fold under his cheek, his voice slightly muffled. “I just got so scared because I care about her so much, but what if…what if she isn’t…” his voice trails off.

“She isn’t like Nabi.” Kevin frowns. “Is that what you were worried about? That she was like Nabi?”

“I…I think so.”

Another pregnant pause between the two of them.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. And this time you are going to listen to me and you are going to follow every bit of my instructions no matter what happens. You are going to do this tomorrow. You aren’t going to let this simmer. You are going to go there tomorrow night, you’re going to apologize, you’re going to confess, and you’re gonna have amazing sex, badabing badaboom, we get our free pastries.”

“There’s no way you’re just helping me because you want free baked goods.” Sangyeon clicks his tongue, rolling onto his back. Kevin scoffs.

“Who do you think I am, Juyeon? No, I’m helping you because we need you to get laid and fucking relax.”

“Somehow that’s even worse.”

“Yeah, well you’ve been up our asses with this next comeback on the rise. Now are you gonna listen to me or are you gonna fuck up again and make us all miserable with your moping?”

Sangyeon bites his tongue, fighting back a retort. “I’ll listen.”

“What are you doing here?”

Sangyeon practically cowers under the weight of Hyejin’s gaze. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips drawn into a thin line. He’s abandoned the mask and the hat. The only thing shielding him now is the hood of his sweatshirt.

“I need to talk to Y/N.”

Hyejin snorts. “You think she wants to talk to you after what you did?”

Regret boils inside of him, and he digs the nail of his thumb into his pointer finger.

“Please, Hyejin. I just- I just need to talk to her.” He watches the college student think. Watches her consider her options.

“Wait here. I’ll go see if she wants to talk to you.”

“Thank you, Hyejin. God, thank you-”

“Don’t thank me,” she snaps. “I’m not doing this for you, so don’t thank me.”

You’re in the back, listening to the conversation just outside the door. Your hands tug at the edge of your apron, your eyebrows knitting together.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Hyejin is careful to speak only when the door has stopped swinging, her voice hushed and her hand resting on your arm. “I won’t force you to go out there, and I can stay longer if you don’t want to be alone.”

You smile, placing your hand over hers. For the shit you two give each other, she’s one of the few people you can rely on.

“It’s fine, Hyejin. You can go home.”

“You sure?”

No. “Positive.”

It’s dark in the bakery. The blinds have been drawn shut, the door locked and most of the lights turned off. Sangyeon stares at the box you place on the table in front of him. Your eyes are trained on the ground, your teeth digging into the plush flesh of your lip.

“What- what did you make tonight?” His voice cracks, and he grimaces while clearing his throat. What a great start, dumbass.

“A cake.” The statement is cold, and he gnaws on his lip. “For you.”

“For me?” He echoes, tugging it closer to his side of the table. You place your hand on top of the box, pulling it back toward you. He drops his hands back to his sides.

“Not right now. Not until you explain what the hell happened last night.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. You flinch, your body curling in on itself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Why did you run off?” Your voice is quieter than he’d ever heard it, and he has to strain to pick up the words you’ve said. “Why…why did you leave?”

“I don’t- I swear it isn’t your fault, cupcake.” Another flinch, and he snaps his mouth shut.

“Then why did you run?” You lift your eyes, and he can see the tears waiting to fall. He can see you fighting to keep them at bay, to keep calm.

“I…” Sangyeon sighs. “It’s a long story. One that…that I didn’t really want to have to tell you. Not yet, at least. Not like this.”

“You don’t trust me, do you?” Your voice shakes, and Sangyeon shakes his head, one of his hands reaching forward to touch your own. He hesitates, his hand partway across the table before he decides against touching you. “It’s okay if you don’t. I get it. Fans are…they’re crazy these days, I know.” You try to laugh, but you break off into sniffles.

“I trust you, Y/N,” Sangyeon protests. “I really trust you. I ran off because…because I didn’t want this to end like the last time I trusted someone.” He drags a hand down his face, laughing in disbelief. “My last relationship was rough. I thought I could trust her, and she…she betrayed me. So because of that, I was scared.”

“Of what?” You press. “Letting go of the past? Loving me?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, erupting from his seat and running his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much that it hurts. All I ever want to do is hold you, and kiss you, and- and-” he shakes his head, and you rise from your seat. “It drives me crazy because you make me so happy to see you excited to give me things that I don’t even like but I take anyway because I just love you so fucking much. And- and I’ve wanted to tell you everything for so long but I just- I couldn’t-”

His lips are soft, you think when you kiss him. They’re soft, although slightly chapped. He’s frozen in place, his hands hanging in mid-air on either side of your body. He remains like that and you pull back, afraid that you misinterpreted everything.

He doesn’t let you get very far, his arms wrapping around your midsection and yanking you back into him.

It’s so soft, the way he kisses you. Sangyeon doesn’t move too fast, cautious and hyperaware of everything around the two of you. His hands have untied the apron around your waist, tossing it somewhere amongst the tables and he’s placed you up on the counter. His hands are all over you: moving up and down your back, caressing your cheeks, squeezing at your hips, running over the tops of your thighs and through the strands of hair that he’s tugged out of the claw clip.

His tongue is in your mouth, but he’s not using any force. Sangyeon lets you take the reins, set the pace. Whatever you want, he’ll give you. He’s yours. He lets your tongue prod at his own, lets you suckle at the wet muscle to your content. Your body is shaking against his own, and a smile crosses over his lips.

Sangyeon pulls his mouth from yours, his smile widening when you whine and chase his lips. His hands are on your waist, holding you in place. “You’re shaking, cupcake.”

“Want you so bad, Yeonnie.” You reach for him again, your lips just grazing his before he pulls back.

“What do you want?” One of his hands drags along your leg, running higher, and higher, and-

“Want you to eat me out.”

Sangyeon’s eyes go wide. So maybe he’d just been teasing you, but he hadn’t expected his sweet little baker to be so bold.

Your hand pushes against his chest, and he stumbles backward a few steps. There’s a dazed look in his eyes as he watches you unbutton your blouse. The delicate fabric slides down your shoulders, and Sangyeon swears that he’s drooling over you. The shape of your breasts in the orange glow of the fairy lights, the steady rise and fall of your chest while you breathe.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and your cheeks grow warm. He reaches for you, but hesitates and puts his hand down again. You watch as he drops to his knees, practically crawling to you, and you can feel your panties dampening from the action. There’s a warm feeling in your gut, one you haven’t felt in a long time. His hands are quick to undo the button of your jeans, and he watches you as he tugs the zipper down. You’re leaning back on the counter, eyes struggling to stay open and on him. One of your lips is tucked between your teeth, red and puffy from you chewing on it.

Sangyeon drags your jeans and panties down in on harsh tug, and he helps you lift your legs to step out of them. Your legs are soft, he notes to himself. He leans forward, his lips touching the soft skin gently. You flinch, and he pulls away.

“Why-” your voice trembles. “Why’d you stop?”

“You flinched,” he shrugs. “I will only do what you want me to, cupcake. The second you show discomfort, I stop until you tell me to continue or to leave. I’m yours. Whatever you want is what I want. But right now, I really want to drown in this sweet pussy of yours.” He doesn’t move though, his cheek resting against the inside of your knee and his eyes are lidded with lust. “I’m not doing anything until you say so, cupcake.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, and a nod of your head has Sangyeon practically moaning as he pulls himself closer to your core.

“Fuck, cupcake, you’re dripping f’ me.” He coos, gauging your reactions as he prods at your entrance with the tips of his calloused fingers. You whine, trying to squeeze your legs shut, but his broad shoulders keep them open while he plays with your sopping pussy. His thumbs spread you open, and he watches you clench around nothing.

“Hurry up, Sangyeon,” he grins at the desperation in your voice.

“So needy,” he hums. You click your tongue and one of your hands laces in the soft strands of his hair. Your grip tightens, and he whines when you yank him closer to you.’

“Well,” you hide the way your voice shakes when you feel his breath right up against you. “I need a bit of a taste tester, you know? Need to know if she’s sweet enough- oh fuck-”

His mouth against you before you can finish your statement. His mouth is wide open, his tongue swiping along your folds, dipping inside of you and just grazing your clit, knowing full well that’s where you need him the most. Your hand is still in his hair, but your grip has gone slack. Your jaw hangs open, your head tipped back, and Sangyeon can feel him growing harder just at the taste of you in his mouth.

His eyes drift shut, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. His neck has tipped back at an awkward angle, one that he knows is going to hurt later, but right now? With your pussy dripping against his face and the pretty little moans and whines you release? Sangyeon couldn’t care less. He's enraptured by you. He's obsessed with your taste, and he knows that even if he doesn't like sweets, he'd make an exception just for you.

“Sangyeon,” you’re breathless, pitch raising as he sucks at your clit, laving over it with his tongue. “Sangyeon, please.”

“Please what, cupcake?” His voice is muffled, not even bothering to pull away from you, and the vibrations of his voice have your back arching. “What do you need?”

“Need you inside of me,” you whine. “Please, please I need you so bad. Been waiting for so long. Haven’t you been waiting for me?”

You’re a seductress, Sangyeon decides. A succubus. Sent here to torment him. To get him drunk on you, so much so that he’ll never want to leave. So much so that he’d sell his soul just to get a taste of your nectar one more time.

“Have to make you cum, cupcake,” he denies your pretty little begs. “Wanna make you cum, just once before I fuck you. Please? Please let me make you cum?” His eyes are glowing in the light of the bakery, and you let out a high-pitched whine. He doesn’t wait for your response this time. He drowns himself in your pussy, tongue reaching inside of you for as much of your arousal as he can get. He sucks harshly on your clit, teeth grazing it and drawing loud cries from your lips.

Your legs tremble. A knot is growing in the pit of your stomach. Your body jerks.

“Oh, fuck, Sangyeon-” Your cry trails off into a loud whine, your orgasm washing over you like a wildfire. Sangyeon drinks you up like he’s been in a desert for a week without water, moaning just as loud as you. Getting drunk on the feeling of your thighs shaking around his head, overstimulating you as you come down from your high.

He doesn’t pull away until you physically kick him away from you. His face is drenched in your juices, his eyes glazed with need, and you have a sneaking suspicion that if you asked, he would crawl over and drag another orgasm out of you in no time at all.

But you don’t ask. You need him inside of you so desperately that now you’re the one crawling to him. He’s still fully dressed as you perch your body over his, your core pressed right up against the bulge in his pants. His hands are tight on your hips, and he watches as you tug his sweatshirt up his body.

“Did you plan for this to happen?” You smirk when you find bare skin under the soft hoodie. Bare, golden, skin, with toned abs like no other. Fuck maybe you were gonna get drunk on him.

He grins at you. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” You click your tongue and slide off of him to sit on the counter. He sits up, eyebrows knit together as you swing your legs and smile at him.

“Planned or not,” you hum, “you should probably fuck me before I change my mind and eat that birthday cake on my own.” Sangyeon scoffs, but he’s pulling his pants down his legs and walking over to you without another word.

You, on the other hand, are taken completely aback. He’s big. Like…big in both length and girth. You wonder if you’d be able to wrap your hand around it, but you don’t get the time to think about it before Sangyeon is in front of you, tearing open a foil packet and rolling the condom onto his cock.

“Is it gonna fit, do you think?” You reach your hand forward, wrapping your hand around it. You were right.

Sangyeon hisses at the contact of your hand wrapping around his sensitive cock. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?”

You smile, your legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer to you. Your hand is still on him, guiding him to your entrance. You both hiss at the initial push into you. It stings, the stretch more than you’ve had in quite a while.

“Shit, you’re tight,” Sangyeon grips your thighs tightly, his fingers holding you so tightly that you swear there will be bruises after this. You whine, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

His arms slide up, holding you close to him as he continues to press inside of you. Sangyeon whispers words of comfort into your ear. He pauses whenever you whine in discomfort, hushing you as he continues to push into you. He bites his tongue every time your pussy clenches around him, muffling the groans that threaten to escape.

You, on the other hand, are moaning shamelessly despite the discomfort. You can feel him everywhere, touching every inch of you and just kissing that sweet spot inside of you. Every time he pushes further into you, once the sting passes, the pleasure is quick to replace it. It overpowers every other emotion inside of you. Your legs wrap tighter around him, forcing those last few inches into you until his hips are pressed tightly against your own and his breathing grows shaky again. You clench around him, and his body jerks.

“Little tease,” he practically growls. “Clenching around me like you want me to cum too fast.” You laugh, but it cuts into a moan when he pulls out a few inches and shoves himself back in. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair and pulling lightly. "Feels so good, Yeonnie.”

“Weren’t you the one that said that was a dog's name?” He moves slowly against you, and at first, you don’t respond, your lips attached to his shoulder and sucking dark marks into the skin. “Cupcake, careful with the marks.” Sangyeon pinches the skin of your thigh and you whine.

“Stop complaining and just fuck me already,” you plead. Sangyeon smiles.

“Whatever you say, cupcake.” You can’t get another word out. Sangyeon pushes you onto your back, barely giving you time to adjust to how he feels in this new position before he’s thrusting harshly inside of you.

He’s harsh with his pace, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs, forcing out moans and cries and begs for him to go faster, harder, right there oh god right there Sangyeon. He lowers his mouth to your shoulder, giving you the same treatment he’d just scolded you for, listening to everything you say and every sound you make as he does. The sound of his hips slapping against yours is so loud and he can feel your arousal dripping down your pretty cunt and allowing him to go faster, to fuck you harder.

Then he sees it. It’s faint, but when he looks down at you he can see the outline of his cock pressing against your stomach. His pace stutters, and you whine when he slows down.

“Cupcake, look at you.” He coos, grabbing the hand that’s in his hair and bringing it down to your stomach. You raise your head, eyes fluttering when he thrusts again but you can feel the bulge against your stomach. You force your eyes to stay open the next time he thrusts into you, whining when you see it. “So fucking pretty, baby. So fucking pretty, and so small that my cock is pressing against your tummy, wanting to get out, hm?” You whine again, raising your hips to meet every thrust.

He’s getting close. He can feel it. Every thrust, every clench, every whine. It’s all drawing him closer and closer to the edge, and he knows you can feel his cock twitching inside of you. He knows that you’re getting close again, he can feel the way your walls are fluttering around him rather than persistently clenching.

“Are you close baby?” His hand comes up to rest next to your head, and you whine.

“So close, Yeonnie. Please I’m so close-” Your hips stutter against him, and the knot in your stomach goes tight.

Sangyeon swears he goes blind for a moment with how hard his eyes roll back. His body shakes against yours, his cum filling the condom to the brim. Your back arches, your chests brushing together and he wraps one hand around your back, pressing against your shoulder blades to hold you close to him while the two of you ride out your highs. Both of you are panting, your bodies slick with sweat, and you can only imagine what anyone walking outside is thinking-

“Oh my god, we just fucked in my bakery.” You sit upright, your head knocking against Sangyeon’s in the process. He snorts, rubbing where you just hit him.

“You’re realizing this now?” You smack his arm, and he laughs, pulling away from you. The two of you are quiet for a few minutes, quietly cleaning up and getting dressed. Well…Sangyeon gets dressed. You’re stuck on the counter, your legs proving to be useless now. Sangyeon smiles at this, grabbing your clothes for you and helping you tug your jeans on.

“We’re not fucking in here again.” He quirks an eyebrow.

“So what you’re saying is my car is next?” You punch his arm again, but he just laughs. “I’m kidding.”

“Are you though?”

“...”

“Lee Sangyeon!” He laughs again, taking you by the hand to keep you steady on your feet. The two of you stand there for a few minutes, in the middle of your bakery with the orange glow of the fairy lights.

“Did you mean what you said?” You ask, letting him lead you back to the table you’d left the cake on.

“About what?” Sangyeon peers at you, his head tilted.

“About not liking sweets.” Your cheeks are warm. It’s a silly question, but it had bugged you. Sangyeon smiles, ducking his head.

“Yeah… I was really just here for the coffee.”

“Then…Why did you take what I gave you?” You pout. “If I had known you didn’t like that stuff, I would’ve given you something else!”

“Because I like how happy you sounded when I told you the recipes you were trying tasted fantastic.” He says simply. “I would hate if I said or did anything that made you upset.”

“But you…” you purse your lips. “Then why did you run away? I know that you said someone had…betrayed you before…but did you really think I would do that to you?”

Sangyeon sighs.

“I didn’t know. Obviously, I trusted you- I trust you. But…somewhere inside of me I just couldn’t help but be a bit too cautious. I couldn’t stop myself from being afraid that this would turn out just like that relationship did, you know?” You nod, drumming your fingers on the table. “Can I see the cake you made me now?”

“After all that, you wanna see the cake now?” You scoff and he grins at you, tugging the box toward him. “Whatever. It’s nothing special anyway.”

“Anything you make me is special.” He argues, flipping open the lid of the box. He gasps.

“Do you like it?” Sangyeon doesn’t respond. You get nervous. “Yeonnie?”

“Oh, you want me sooooo bad.”

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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haii ^^ congratulations for reaching 1K followers!! seeing the way you worked hard for this blog and the way you write your works, you very much deserved it 🤩 may i join your event if thats still alright?

-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 — 🐍

Go on a date with Tom! Send in anything you're comfortable sharing about yourself (such as your love language), and I'll write a mini HC of date with Tom, specifically curated for you.

im a hufflepuff with a white stallion as my patronus. my love language is gift giving in terms of giving, but if we're talking about receiving i think mine would be words of affirmation and act of service? like, idk why but the simplest supportive words like "i believe you can do it," could make me cry (my teacher once said that to me and i accidentally cried in front of her lmfao)

im an introvert, and sometimes im shy but i dont think to the point where i avoid people. half of me is shy but the other part of me got a little thrill from meeting new people. it's scary at first, but i think it's interesting to make new friends and get to know people. i realised i tend to reached out to people first, after thoroughly study them from afar lol. i'd say i have a big circle of friends, but a small circle of precious, treasured besties.

i like to take pictures and videos. most of the time if i took videos of my friends and i, i'd edit the videos for memories (the type with background musics and such)

i like to style myself. i love doing my hair and my style of outfit is the feminine type, i love wearing dresses and skirts. i do it for myself, it feels good somehow

if i were in hogwarts (we are indeed hogwarts students but whatever) subjects that i'd excel in are charms and herbology. potions would be the subject i'd least like

thats all i think, i hope its not too much because i don't know what i should say in general 🥲 do not rush in doing this! have a nice dayy

🐍 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦

A/N: Thank you so much for the sweet messages! I'm sorry I took such a long time to get to yours, but I really enjoyed writing this. The info you provided gave me so much inspiration for different scenarios! And you can probably tell I was swooning just writing about this haha. Anyways, hope you'll enjoy it!

You reached out to Tom first. To be fair, he acts cool and arrogant, and never shows any interest that he might have in others.

You found him intriguing in ways beyond what others saw in him, that he might be more complex than a simple prodigy.

It took a long time, but you helped him feel seen and heard, helping him open up.

Tom likes watching you style yourself, especially on the weekends while he waits for you to get ready for the date.

One morning, he stood up from his usual spot on your bed without a word.

You were sitting in front of the mirror, drying your hair with your wand.

He sat behind you, and ignoring your inquisitive glance, took some strands of your hair and began to dry it with his wand.

Somehow, Tom had memorised your styling routine to perfection.

Flabbergasted, you lowered your wand and quietly observed him through the mirror.

His serious eyes were trained on your hair, but you didn't miss the faint smile that tugged at his lips.

His fingers gently rustled through your locks of hair.

It was impressive, his adept fingers moving your hair with such precision, you could've mistaken him for a professional hairdresser.

Soon enough, he moved on to brushing your hair.

He was even more gentle with it, if that was possible. Holding your hair in his left as he brushed with his right.

It was comforting in an intimate way you've never experienced, to have someone running their fingers through your hair.

You gave a shiver every time his slender, cool fingers brushed against your neck.

He gave you a black silk ribbon on the back of your hair.

You found yourself blushing as Tom's face zoomed next to yours.

Through the mirror, you found Tom's eyes still focused on your hair, twirling the wisps of leftover strands of hair in his fingers to give them a curl.

You felt the heat emanating from his face, and your cheeks burning in return.

He tucked in a strand of hair behind your hair, and gave one curt nod to himself, content with the outcome of his work.

Tom acted nonchalant about it for the rest of the date, but needless to say, you

For his Christmas present, you gave him a photo stand of you two together.

He doesn't smile when taking photos. He used to be averse to them, so he's come a long way until he reluctantly agreed to take photos with you.

The photo stand features his serious, almost suspicious gaze at the camera and your smiling face. You catch him off guard with a peck on his cheek. The photo loops after Tom turns his shocked eyes to you.

He showed his appreciation when he received the gift, but as always, he did not smile.

But, the next time you visited his room, you found to photo stand on the bed stand. The only photo he has in his room.

Still, months after Christmas, you catch him staring at the photo. Whenever the photo-Tom gets shocked with a peck, he huffs out quiet laughter from his nostrils, and his lips turn into an amused smile.

You think he actually enjoys looking at the photo in his free time.

Many of your dates include studying.

Tom doesn't technically need any help with Charms or Herbology, but he comes seeking your advice, saying that he can "always strive for perfection."

Tom is a massive help with potions. He gets very invested in your grades, which can become a nuisance sometimes.

But, most often, the after-school help in the potions classroom can become very romantic and wholesome.

Tom quickly noticed how well you respond to encouragements.

Tom knows that your grade in potion comes from your disinterest, and not your ineptitude in any way.

During brewing draught of the living dead for Slughorn's assignment, in which timing is of the essence, Tom intentionally backed off to let you brew the potion on your own.

You were focusing on brewing, since there is essentially no time in between the procedures.

Tom observed you closely, and murmured "I know you can do this."

It lit your heart aflame knowing that he knew you to be fully capable.

And when the draught came out perfectly, earning you full marks, the satisfaction was even greater.

You two are the couple that constantly betters each other: challenging each other to get out of their comfort zone and grow. Not by pushing each other to the limit, but by encouraging each other and believing in each other. And, if things fail, you both would be waiting for the other with open arms ❤️

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otherwurld · 1 year

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Reality Shifting to Kakegurui

soooo I didn’t actually document the full experience on this blog - here it is!

(thanks @nothingbutcloud for replying to the 1st post I made about it ^O^)

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I found myself having false awakenings, sleep paralysis, a time loop. In realising my environment, I went to my bedroom door in the astral and decided to make a portal.

The first try didn’t work, I opened the door and looked into my corridor, so, I tried again, FULL of intention. I screamed with the furious intent, as much as I could in the airless astral, breathless and roaring, holding up my arms like Eleven from Stranger Things. This seemed to work!

A bright white rim of light appeared bursting from the outline of the door.

I had one sentence appearing to me “where is Yumeko?” as I went through the portal, entering the new world.

I enter the front doors of the academy’s corridor, bustling with students. I feel thrilled about the experience already, keeping my cool as I budge through the busy academy’s corridors. I also felt a sense of confusion, and searching for Yumeko amongst the students.

I look down to my uniform briefly, noticing I feel a little shorter than usual. I see strands of styled black hair entering my peripheral.

To my right, an opening where students - some cartoon, some live-action looking - lounge on the floor. I notice one 2D girl with pink hair physically blush, I wave to her, continuing on my search for Yumeko.

Apparently I’d been frantically looking for her since I entered the reality consciously. I turned to a student, a live-action person, and asked, in Japanese, “doko desu ka Yumeko?” - the students spoke in a mixture of English and Japanese, the words fell out of my mouth so quicky, I only just realised I’d been speaking it. The student boy pointed over to the gambling hall.

The detail was incredible everywhere I looked. I was slightly nerved by the mixture of 2D/3D figures around me, along with live-action “real life” people… [the way I scripted it was a ‘hyperreality 3D sense”, not what I envisioned, but still fascinating] The gambling hall looked much different to the anime, coloured glass surrounded the walls. I took a second to glance around, then I found Yumeko, and I was delighted - she ignored me. She actually looked upset. I wondered why. A painful feeling went through my chest, rejection.

Ever since I’d entered this world consciously, I felt confused, excited, but.. mostly confused. I felt real, I felt visceral.

Itsuki, live-action, tall, Itsuki, who’d I previously scripted to be a ‘best friend’ in this reality, was … incredibly attractive to me in that moment [not anticipated]. She smiled, asked if I was okay.

Manyuda, even taller, and towering, came by me and striked up a small-talk conversation. What I remember is him reminiscing on the last few weeks or so - before I’d left the school to apparently be forcibly checked into a mental hospital?

He fills me in, saying something like “you ate those sweets and went crazy!”

I separated myself from the conversation, feeling unnerved, still embarrassed by Yumeko’s reaction in seeing me, and came to a realisation that she must’ve not known why I’d been away from school.

Memories now started to come in. I sat by Sarah Paulson (this wasn’t scripted lmfao), who was my teacher, and I received a memory of her smoking, seeing her drink in the gambling hall.

After watching a show for what felt like an hour or two (tedious, not worth mentioning), I came by an in-school shop that I actually did script, and received another memory of an inside joke between me, Itsuki and other friends - about a fabulous bong that never gets sold - and pointed out to Itsuki that it was finally gone.

I remembered that I’d scripted a ‘black card’ with infinity money, reaching into my back pocket, I found black paper money instead.

At this point, I prayed that I was simply just lucid dreaming, and really tried to make myself believe it, so that I could magic the black card I intended on by will - I tried to wish it into my pocket, trying to convince myself of being lucid in a dreamscape, but it didn’t work. I got angrier.

I came up to the cashier, who, this guy from memories was already done with my shit. Apparently I’m a real asshole (don’t script that you have an insanely rich mafia family/background oml - it was that experience I really learnt & FELT that insanely rich people SUCK & are ENTITLED) and straight up demanded he run and get me a ‘black card’.

He says, “I can’t do that”, I feel a flush of anger overtake me (based on what I scripted for my background/past, after coming out of this reality, it was clear I accidentally scripted some form of anger issues, or a stupid sense of entitlement) — I rage out on his register, shoving everything off the counter.

A student in the forming line beside me apologised to the cashier for me, I stroppily walked away and heard Sarah Paulson calling to me, to have a talk.

Aaaand that’s where the shift ended! I was heading to the corridor to my dorm, where Sarah Paulson, my teacher, in the Kakegurui reality, was calling out to me. Lol.

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glumbabie · 3 years

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did someone say sunshine?

#mostlycatsmostly #kittens #cats #blep #mlem #tongue out tuesday #mine #ignore my strand of hair in the first one lmfao #yella

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s1ater · 3 years

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the older boy, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader’s friends warn her about the older boy with the red mohawk but she doesn’t listen

warning/s 🚫: swearing

slater’s note 🗯: omg slater finally uploaded 😮

part one, part two

hawk: miss me princess?

you squinted your eyes from the bright glare surfacing from the screen of your phone. it had to be about close to midnight and it was almost something you expected, this text.

he always texted late, always catching you minutes before you decided to clock out for bed, and always drawing out your sleep schedule. so instead of going to bed at 11:30 like normal, you ended up wide awake well around two hours later.

y/n: you flatter yourself too much

hawk: is that so? thought you always looked forward to our nightly convos

y/n: other than them being nightly, sure

hawk: i’m a busy man

you rolled your eyes, “sure you are.”

y/n: that’s probably why i never see you outside of school then huh

you couldn’t careless on why you never saw hawk outside of school. it seemed to be rather a blessing from all the things you had been hearing about him lately. it was just fun to tease.

he liked being teased as weird as it sounded, it fired him up as he stared at the screen of his phone, smirking. hawk knew you knew why you never saw him and why he never saw you. you guys weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, only two oblivious lonely people who wanted someone to fill their hormonal needs.

hawk: you never see me sweetheart because you never want to

y/n: that’s a lie

hawk: is it?

y/n: i’d love to see you

hawk: i’m sure you would, but face it princess, you’d chicken out halfway through before you’d even see my face

y/n: lies, you sure you’re not talking about yourself?

but was it really a lie? you wondered, thinking whether or not your wits and nervousness would overcome you before you actually saw the face of eli if you were to ever hang out with him.

you bit your lip thinking about earlier today when moon said to stay away from eli for rather obvious reasons. one being he was violent and angry a lot of the time and two... he was a teenage asshole who’d fuck you over the minute you showed vulnerability.

hawk: let me come over if you’re not a pussy

you bit your tongue at the sight of the message. great, you thought. now you had to come up with some excuse only to prove hawk right; that you were a pussy. the thing was, you didn’t actually think he’d want to see you.

it was like a silent agreement that your relationship was flirting only, nothing else. he was like a side hustle along with all the other boys who hit you up through your snapchat.

y/n: sorry babe, i only let boys who actually talk to me in real life come over

hawk: alright, fuck you lmfao

eli mindlessly smiled at his phone screen while shaking his head. he knew you’d be a challenge, and he knew you’d turn him down any minute or mention of hanging out.

he found taunting and teasing you amusing and sometimes the highlights of his days but sometimes it also got boring with how you didn’t put out as easily as the other girls.

y/n: sorry bud

hawk: alright, goodnight princess ;)

°•

it was uneventfully windy as you stood outside waiting for moon’s red car to pull up and drop you home. you almost swore as you came into realization that she probably forgot about you, again.

you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you checked your phone once again, absent of any notifications that would relate to moon.

you were beginning to feel sick, the kind of sick that resonated in your stomach from a sprout of loneliness. you shook your head, pushing yourself off the brick high school wall deciding you better start walking now if you wanted to get home before five.

your feet begun to burn five minutes into walking the shortest route you could think of as a way home, “fucking, moon.” you shook your head, taking out your phone again. she always had the strangest memory problems and seemed to always goes m.i.a. the moments you need her the most, such as.. when you were desperately in need a ride home.

“need a ride?”

you almost jumped in surprised, not realizing a car had pulled up next to you as you were focused on your phone. you dipped your head down to the low window of the old red cadillac pulled up next to you, their windows rolled down, old rap music turned down low in order to speak to you.

eli.

“nice car,” you quirked your brow with a slight impressed smile. he was one of the last people on earth you would expect to give you a ride despite your conversation the last night.

“you want a ride or not, princess?” “oh, i wouldn’t want to ruin your special me time, hawk.”

“get in the fucking car, y/n,” he rolled his eyes, quickly done with your bullshit as he put the car in drive. you reluctantly got in the nice car, swinging your bag to the floor as you couldn’t help smile to yourself.

“you know i’ve never been in a karate kid’s car before,” you mumbled lightly, examining the interior of the car better, your fingers running against the smooth dashboard, impressed by how well restored the old car was.

“is that so?” he glanced at you, a slight smirk on his face.

“who restored the car?” you mumbled, your eyes still looking around almost like a kid in a candy store, only more subtle, trying to hide the fact how impressed you were with the car.

he glanced at you again, almost taken back by the question. it was never a question he had heard before, especially by a girl. he smirked, trying to hide his own surprisal, “you know larusso? guy helped me out with it.”

“nice,” you mumbled, leaning back into the seat, done with your examination.

it was silent now, and you almost sat comfortably if it weren't for the voice in the back of your head yelling at you that the whole thing was a bad idea. you wanted to ignore it so badly, because you had never actually ever saw a red flag from eli other than the fact that it’s basic knowledge he’d a fuck boy.

he seemed like a generally good guy. no not a good guy, a guy that was your type. eli wasn’t at all the good guy type but more or so the douche that was only nice to certain group of people, you being on of them.

because he wanted to fuck you.

“got something on your mind?” he glanced at you, almost nervously like you'd hop out the window with any wrong move he made.

“no,” you said it fast making him smirk, almost as if he knew what you were thinking, almost as if he were familiar with the typical female anxiousness. familiar with the fast talking, redden cheeks, lip bites, fingers fiddling, all of it, it seemed as if he just knew.

and eli was, it hadn't taken him long when going through girls to pick up on the similar body language they all seemed to have. because really, down to the bottle, they all did the same thing; always rubbed their lips together prompting for kisses, using a different fragrance than usual when finally alone, fingers tapping, lessening the clothing on their body than the usual outfit. all similar, and he could almost see it in you despite this being an unintentional meet up... and you weren't trying to pounce on.

“actually.. yeah,” you lightly bit your bottom lip as you looked at your lap, trying to think of the best way to ask him the question that had been on your mind for awhile; “what do you expect from me, eli?” wow, what kind of question was that?

it was an honest and upfront one, something he wasn't used to, practically sending him into shock as he had to look at you fully to see if you were actually serious and not pulling his leg, seeming like something you'd do.

but you really wondered.

“uh- i, what?”

you awkwardly laughed, looking to him, “no, i mean i really don't give a shit, i’m just not about to lead you into something you think you’re going to get nudes in, because your really not.”

wow, really?

he almost swore aloud, biting his lip hard, now realizing you really weren't going to be easy, not as easy as the girls who put out the moment you called them pretty, or even the ones who you had to take on a date before they even sent.

fuck.

he laughed it off, shaking his head as if you were a fool for thinking that, “you really think that low of me?”

no worries, there’s always plan b; make you feel bad.

you laughed in return, “yeah, i really do.”

but he forgot you weren’t that stupid to fall for feeling bad just for something you weren’t about.

“wow.”

“you wouldn't be the first.”

“so, I've heard,” he gripped his neck, eyes now glued to the road before turning into a neighborhood off from the main road, his mind following the map basically glued in his mind from driving past your house to dmitri’s.

he parked, now seeming to ignore you as his whole plan begun to fall apart right before him.

“thanks, eli,” you nodded to him, jumping out of the car with your bookbag in hand before beginning to trek up your front yard.

“anytime, princess.”

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bottomvalerius · 3 years

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Skinny dipping & "they're gonna catch us" with Cas? (no idea of youre still doing these/ignore if u dont wanna 😘)

F I N A L L Y we end on fluff 💕💕💕 Castor is my beloved and Donna is a little gremlin. Just some besties being besties nothing more going on here 😳 but really no warnings, it’s just long and needs go under cut lmfao

“Donna, this isn’t smart.”

“Of course it isn’t; that’s why we’re doing it!”

Snickering, Donna tugged on Castor’s arm, guiding her to the Countess’s private pool. Castor didn’t want to ask why they knew how to get there, or why they were so comfortable going there. There was plenty about Donna that Cas preferred to play ignorant to.

“The meeting won’t go on that long…”

“Oh come on, you know Lucio. He’s probably still telling some made-up story before they even talk about what they need to,” Donna rolled their eyes at the thought. Castor giggled; she could see it all playing out in her head, particularly Valdemar’s bored expression. “Besides, when does Nadia ever let me skip a meeting? This is a treat, Cas, just trust me!”

Sighing, Castor resigned herself to being pulled into the large room; it was really more of a large patio, the room being encased by high glass walls and lined with varying plants. It smelled like fresh rain; the atmosphere was instantly calming. Castor had never been inside before— she hadn’t even known the Countess had a pool until Donna mentioned it.

“You’re positive she lets you in here?”

“Yes, I told you she’s invited me and Valerius here a bunch of times.”

“And she said you can come on your own?”

As Castor talked, Donna quickly undid their heels, happily flinging them off their feet.

“I hate those things,” they sighed, wiggling their toes as they began undoing their corset. “Valerius insists it’s ‘professional’, but I swear it’s a kink thing—”

“Donna,” Castor whined, her face heating up at how unabashed Donna was getting. “You promise we won’t get in trouble?”

Huffing, Donna tenderly smushed Castor’s face between their hands.

“You won’t get in trouble. I promise, okay? Come on, get out of those clothes so we can get in!”

Patting their cheek, Donna peeled back again, smiling warmly up at her. Castor shivered a bit at the contact, her face a fierce shade of red, before she coughed into her fist.

“Right, right, okay. This is fine, everything is fine,” Cas assured herself as she began peeling off her boots. Her eyes kept glancing up to Donna, sweat pooling at the base of her neck as they wiggled their hips out from their skirt. Their back was to her, giving her a perfect view of their back. All of their back.

Shaking her head, she fumbled with the buckles of her belts, mind racing with thousands of horrid ideas. Swallowing them down, she stepped out of her own pants and folded them. Donna was tossing their own clothes with little care— they weren’t really their own, just different pieces Valerius had picked out for them. Donna was nude first, only needing to remove their jewelry as Castor unbuttoned her tunic. Donna turned to face her, their arms folded across their chest as they pouted at Castor. She was stunned at how unembarrassed they were— it wasn’t like they got naked together every day. Or… ever.

“For someone so concerned with time, you’re certainly taking a while,” Donna teased, stepping up to her. Castor’s brain froze as they reached up to her head. They had to stand on their tip toes to undo her hair from her bun, the grey-ish blue strands now framing her face, wild and free. Donna grinned, their face so close to hers. As quick as it all happened, they were suddenly taking off for the pool, their feet pounding as they bounced up into a cannonball. They screeched as they splashed loudly into the water, ripples and waves disrupting the murky blue.

“H-Hey!” Cas shouted, quickly discarding her cape and leaving it as a clump on the ground. “You’re the one so unconcerned with time!”

“Get in here already!” Donna shouted, splashing water at Castor. Giggling, she stepped back only to sprint toward the water. Donna gasped as Castor aimed to jump right above them.

“Oh fuc—” Donna screeched as Castor narrowly missed them, water gushing over them. Spewing out water, Castor cackled as they emerged, wildly shaking out her hair. Donna laughed loudly, the sound shrill, as they splashed Castor over and over.

“Hey! Hey! Let me come up for air!” she laughed, her eyes shut tight as she tried splashing Donna back. They stuck their tongue out at her before diving under the water, quickly swimming away from her. Panting, Castor watched the murky image of their body before diving down after them.

Together, they swam laps around the pool, stopping to wrestle and dunk each other down.

“Donna,” Castor sighed, a dreamy smile on her face. “They’re totally going to catch us.”

“And I said you won’t get in any trouble,” Donna grinned, dunking their face down into the water before spewing out a steady stream at Cas. She gasped and sputtered, giggling as she tried to shield her face. “Besides, Nadia likes you. She really isn’t going to care.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Of course, who wouldn’t like you?”

As they spoke, Donna swam closer to her as they both treaded water.

“Hmm, let me see… Valerius?”

“Oh please. Valerius acts like that with everyone! Trust me, if he didn’t like you, I’d be hearing it all day.”

Castor giggled, blowing a piece of hair out from her face.

“Oh, Donatello~!” she sang in a deep vibrato, her trademark “Valerius voice.” “That wre—etched Castor is stealing you away from me!”

Donna cackled, tilting their head back as Cas threw herself into their arms.

“Castor! Castor! Are you with that fe—eble magician again?” Donna croaked, their voice shrill and nassly, their voice eerily similar to Valdemar’s. “Pay attention to me. Read over my reports for me. Hold my hand!”

Castor giggled, twisting around so that she was floating on her back, Donna’s body swimming under hers. Her head rested near their chest, their beard tickling her forehead.

“Ooh, Valdemar! Those horrid little witches have left us! What ever shall we do?”

“They can rot! Let’s run away from all of it Valerius! All I care about are my nasty little specimens and scaring the chamberlain!”

The two broke out into another fit of laughter, Donna splashing more water as they snorted. They sighed and floated together in silence for a moment, staring up at the glass ceiling. Donna’s hand softly grazed up Castor’s side, gently touching the scar on her chest.

“I’ve never seen it,” they mused. “Is it okay if I…?”

“Go for it. I don’t mind.”

“Is it weird to say it’s pretty? I guess that’s inappropriate…”

Donna couldn’t see how red Castor’s face had become at the compliment.

“Not… inappropriate. Maybe a bit weird, but you’re weird.”

“Ha! You sound like Valdemar now. They’re getting to your head.”

Castor only laughed as she pushed back her bangs. As they swam, Donna could tell the day was getting late. They had half a mind to alert Castor; they really didn’t want to get caught like this. However, they kept their mouth shut, instead relaxing back into the water as Castor floated besides them.

“I don’t ever think I’ve seen you relaxed like this,” Donna mused, still staring up to the ceiling. “You’re always so worked up over something.”

“Like you aren’t?” Cas teased, nudging Donna’s side. “I hardly see you these days. You’re either chasing after Lucio or running some inane errand for Valerius or putting out a literal fire Vulgora set.”

“Huh? I suppose…” Donna seemed to mull this over, their brow furrowed in concentration. Castor submerged herself fully in the water again before swimming up to face Donna. They stared up at her, their hair shimmering in the water. She hadn’t even noticed how light it had become; it looked almost white in sunlight. Donna looked up to her, expectant, a small smile on their face. Without thinking, Castor brushed the hair stuck to their cheeks from their face. Right as she was about to speak, a familiar voice echoed through the room.

“Nadia’s going to kill you, Donatello.”

Gasping, Castor submerged herself lower into the water. The tell-tale clack of heels followed next. Donna huffed, diving under the water to swim to the pools edge.

“Damnitdamnitdamnit,” Castor cursed under her breath as she followed. Thankfully, Valerius was alone. She didn’t think she could face Nadia like this, or worse, Valdemar. She would never hear the end of it if they caught her slacking off with Valerius’s apprentice.

“Darling! Light of my life! We were waiting for you!” Donna cooed, though their voice was tense. Valerius snorted, his arms folded across his chest.

“Not going to work, Donna. You told the Countess you’d rejoin her after the meeting. And here you are, with her inquisitor, distracting her from her work? Tsk tsk, Castor. I thought you were the mature one.”

Valerius glared down from where he stood, a mean smirk on his face. Donna snorted and rolled their eyes as Castor glared up at him. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under.

“Oh hush, you’re just happy you’re not the one who’s in trouble with Nadia for once,” Donna sneered, though a smile twitched on their lips. “Give it a day, and you’ll be on her naughty list again.”

“Blah blah blah, come out of there already! And please, both of you get dressed.”

“Since when do you like me in clothes, darling?”

“Hush.”

“Especially in the palace,” Castor piped up. “You hardly ever want Donna clothed at the palace.”

“I said hush!” Valerius hissed, though he didn’t seem genuinely upset. Donna let out an exaggerated sigh, making a show of stretching their arms. Castor almost missed the wink they threw her way.

“Fine, beloved. Lend me a hand will you?” Donna reached their hand up for Valerius, batting their eyelashes at him. Castor could have sworn they saw a sparkle to their eyes, as if they were enchanting the man. It seemed to work as Valerius rushed to kneel in front of them. Grinning, Castor stepped backwards a bit.

“Thank you, dear,” Donna cooed, before grasping Valerius’s hand tightly. Castor couldn’t help but laugh hysterically at the shrill scream that came out of Valerius as he was tugged into the pool. Donan cackled madly, shoving him under as he flailed his arms. His shrill screech turned into a loud roar as he emerged from the water.

“Donatello! My clothes!” he hollered, flopping his arms in the water.

“You needed to cool off, darling! I know how sweaty you get during those meetings!”

“I’ll get you for this!”

Shrieking, Donna quickly paddled away as Valerius reached out for them.

“Castor, save me!” Donna cried out, feigning fear as Valerius awkwardly fumbled after them, his movements sloppy from his clothes.

“I’ll protect you!” Castor cried out, triumphant. Easily, she snaked her arms under Valerius’s and pulled him back. He huffed, kicking his legs at her.

“Let me go, you witch,” Valerius grumbled, though Castor could see the smile breaking out on his face. Donna laughed, swimming back under the water. When they reemerged, they spat a thin stream of water at his face. He sputtered and kicked his legs at them, though finally laughter bubbled out of his chest. “Leave me be! You’re awful to me!”

“Absolutely wretched, my dear,” Donna purred, swimming up to Valerius’s face. Castor still held him pinned, her eyes wide as she watched the two flirt. “Play with us? Just for a little bit?”

“You’re the devil.”

“Maybe. Get out of that silly coat and let’s play Marco Polo! That’s no fun with only two people.”

Giggling, Castor released the consul as he resigned himself to stripping off at least his coat. Donna swam around him like the hand on a clock, teasing him as they did.

“You know, you and Cas are handling this quite well. You really are shameless aren’t you, love?”

Suddenly, the two were very aware of their circumstances. Donna snorted as Cas sank deeper into the water as Valerius flushed and turned away from her.

“Thankfully we’re playing Marco Polo then,” they mused, tugging Cas to their side. “Valerius, you’re It. Close your eyes.”

“This is foolish, Donna, Nadia is expecting—”

“Close them.”

“Fine!” Valerius huffed, though he couldn’t fool them any longer, the smile wide on his face. He made a show of covering his eyes as he loudly began counting. Castor and Donna looked towards one another and snickered, pushing away to swim on either side of him. Sighing Valerius reached out his arms, eyes shut tight.

“Marco?”

“Polo!” Donna chirped, Castor echoing them from the other side of the pool.

Zig zagging around him, the two evaded capture for some time. They knew that tomorrow things would not be this easy, that within the hour normality would have to set in again. Castor was only glad Donna made good on their word at least— she thankfully avoided trouble.

#asks #my writing #I was listening to a lot of Disney songs while writing this LMFAOOO #fan apprentice donna #Nadia eventually catches them but Donna blames it on Val and everyone’s happy uwu

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🎃 Frightful October Act VI, #18 ~ Stranded (Izuku Midoriya)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 4,458

Pairing: Reader x Izuku

World: Boku no Hero Academia

Author’s Note: So um, not sure what the hell happened here lmfao I’ve been writing these out on paper and then typing them on the computer to post. I start writing and just keep going until I feel I’ve found a good stopping point. This single fic was 10 pages long, front AND back. I had to cut so much stuff out and shorten it drastically, and it still ended up being okay 4k words. I don’t know what to say, man lol I hope ya’ll enjoy this!

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“We’re having a school trip tomorrow,” Aizawa announced boredly as he passed out two sheets of stapled paper to each student. On one sheet was a series of four islands and information about each one, while the second sheet was a permission slip. “The Quad-Peak islands have been steeped in mystery for two decades. This all began when four women planned a four day trip to the islands and never returned home.”

A murmur broke out through the class.

Aizawa ignored it, returning to the front of the room. “Recently, four foreign diplomats were out fishing near the islands when the vanishes without a trace. You will be working in pairs to discover what happened to them.”

You hummed thoughtfully as your eyes scanned the paper. ‘Four islands. Four women. Four days. Four diplomats. Four is considered bad luck because it can be pronounced like the word for death. It’s completely baseless, but many people fear the number, so much so that a lot of buildings don’t even have a fourth floor. Is this mere coincidence? Maybe a setup? A test? I need to get some information from Seven about this.’

“Sensei?” Momo raised her hand. “How will our partners be chosen?”

Aizawa didn’t open his eyes as he sat behind his desk. “All Might already chose the pairings. They will be announced before we leave tomorrow.”

Izuku glanced over his shoulder at you, praying to whatever gods he could think of that you were made his partner. He had been crushing hard on you since the day you saved him from a group of thugs trying to rob him. When he came to U.A. and found out that he was in the same class as you, he felt so incredibly lucky and vowed to get closer to you, but you were a loner and he was awkward and shy.

The bell rang and you gathered your things, heading over to class 1-B. Students gave you strange looks as they left the room, but you ignored them, approaching your best friend. Seven glanced up at you, eyebrow raised.

“I got a job for you if you’re interested.”

His lips curled up as he stood, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Can I cover over to your place?”

“‘Course. I’m running low on funds this month so I’m glad you don’t want me to buy dinner this time,” you stepped out of the room, Seven falling in step beside you.

He scoffed. “You spent it all on soda and video games, didn’t you?”

You coughed, turning your head away from him.

With a chuckle, he bumped his shoulder against yours. Seven stood at five-feet-six-inches with blonde hair and rust-colored eyes. The thick square glasses he wore were patterned with a white tiger print.

The two of you didn’t hang out much at school, so as the two of you walked down the hallway, bantering back and forth, the rumor mill at U.A. began to churn. All it took was one person to propose the question, ‘Are they dating?’ before it started to make its rounds around the school. Just like a game of telephone, by the time it reached Izuku, it had been molded into something completely different.

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As soon as Seven stepped into your apartment, he dropped his bag and tackled the black cat sitting on the couch watching the TV. You sweatdropped as he crushed the cat to his chest, scratching behind his ears and cooing at him.

“Let go of me, you cretin!” The cat in question was your older brother, Shun, whose quirk, ‘Panther’, turned him into a black cat when it manifested. Shun snapped his golden eyes to you. “Control your friend!”

You cleared your throat. “Seven, we have work to do.”

He frowned, not releasing his grip. “What is it?”

“I need you to look up a story,” you explained about the trip and everything Aizawa had told you. You pulled out the permission slip, setting it down on the coffee table. “Can you sign this, Shun?”

Shun wiggled free from the boy’s grasp, his eyes never leaving him as he refused to put his back to the boy. He slapped his paw down onto the slip, angrily. “Why should I? You always let this cretin come here and abuse me!”

“It’s not that bad, Shun,” you commented, quickly looking away when he snapped his glare toward you. “Anyway, Seven provides really valuable information but he won’t help without a little… motivation. Isn’t it your job as my big brother to help me any way you can?”

“Don’t you play the big brother card on me, Y/N!” Shun snapped. “I am not a pet for this cretin’s vain amusement!”

While you and Shun argued back and forth, Seven took out his phone, holding it firmly in his hand. His eyes widened as lines of blue code scrolled by, giving his eyes the appearance of an LED screen. His quirk was ‘Digitizing’. As long as he touched any device connected to the internet, he could quickly search and access any information across the globe. Firewalls and traps were completely useless against him.

“Come on, it’s not like I bring him here every day.”

“Show some respect for your elders!”

“I’ll make you some pan-seared tuna for dinner.”

“Oh my god my mouth is watering just thinking about it – O-Oi, don’t try to bribe me!”

Seven closed his eyes, clearing his throat. “The articles are all real. Furthermore, there have been numerous incidents that have been kept out of the public eye. They were sealed behind some pretty heavy security. The number four was present in every single report.”

Your brow furrowed. “What is the significance of these islands and number four?”

He shrugged. “That’s for you to find out, I guess.”

You glanced at your brother and he sighed, “Hand me a pen.” Groping around your bag, you handed him one. He held it between his two paws and signed his name. “You better be careful. I won’t forgive you if you don’t come home!”

You smiled softly, kneeling down in front of him as you leaned forward on the table. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring you home some fresh-caught fish, okay?”

He huffed, looking away, but the twitch of his ears told you that he was excited about the idea.

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“Look, there they are!”

The four islands were just in sight across the horizon. They were arranged in a diamond shape, each island representing the four points of the diamond. The ocean spilled into an underwater cavern that was positioned in the center. Each island was huge, expanding in all directions for several miles.

A rickety wooden dock had been built in the sand of the first island. The sand expanded back until it hit the tree line where it changed to dirt. Tall trees lined the edge of the sand, towering high into the sky. The first island gently sloped up out of the water, steadily rising until the fourth island hovered high above the water.

Aizawa waited for everyone to settle. “This is not a vacation, this is a mission. Your job is to locate the diplomats and bring them back safely. This isn’t a competition.” He sent a pointed look to Bakugo who scoffed. Aizawa gave each student an earpiece before assigning them to one of the four islands.

You glanced over at your partner, Izuku. “Ready to go?”

He gave you a hesitant smile, his cheeks warming. “Let’s do it.”

You trudged through the thick sand, feeling it being kicked up as you walked – you had to pause at the tree line to dump it from your boots before continuing. The fourth island was directly across from the first so the two of you headed in a straight line, dodging low hanging branches and thick roots that jutted out from the ground.

After a twenty-minute trek through the trees, you heard feet pounding the ground. Bakugo rushed past you, sending you a grin over his shoulder. He and Hagakure had also been assigned to island four and, of course, he had to be competitive.

Your eyes widened and you yelled for him to stop, but he only moved faster. Cursing, you pushed yourself forward. “Bakugo!”

“Huh?! The fuck are you yell – ” his words were cut short when the ground beneath his feet gave way. He went tumbling over the edge toward the whirlpool in the center of the islands.

You cried his name, diving to the earth. Your hand caught his wrist, but the ground beneath you was giving away and he was too heavy for you to lift. The feeling of falling rushed over you and you used your momentum to kick him. It was just enough for him to grab the ledge, being helped up by Izuku.

Because of the height of the fall, you sank far down into the water, getting trapped in the rushing current. You tried to break free, but it was too strong and it dragged you deep underneath the islands.

Izuku’s eyes scanned the water, waiting for you to resurface. He pressed on the earpiece, but it refused to connect. “Kaa-chan, is your earpiece working?”

The blonde snapped out of his shock and pressed on the earpiece, but his wouldn’t connect either. He shook his head, cursing as he ran a hand through his hair angrily.

Izuku bit his lip, weighing his options. “Kaa-chan, go find Aizawa-sensei. I’m going after Y/N!”

“O-Oi!” But it was too late. Izuku had jumped into the swirling water below.

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A groan passed your lips, eyes fluttering open. Darkness surrounded you, your wet clothes sticking to your body like glue. Your head throbbed and your body felt like you were encased in ice. It took some effort to sit up and take in your surroundings. ‘Is this a… cave?’ your eyes fell on your partner, half of his body on the rock while the other half was dangling in the water. “Midoriya!”

His face scrunched up as you pulled his body onto land. Green eyes met yours and he sighed in relief. “You’re okay, thank goodness.”

“I am, but what about you?”

“I think so. Nothing is hurting other than my head.”

You tilted your head, curiously. “Why did you jump after me, Midoriya?”

“W-Why?” his cheeks grew warm, a welcome feeling against the coldness he felt.

You smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thank you. When we get out of here, I’ll kiss the other cheek,” you promised, holding your hand out to him. “Let’s see if we can find a way out of this place.”

The circular cave was large, the ceiling towering above you. Half the cave was flooded with water which opened up to a bigger water source. You could try to get out that way, but it was impossible to tell how long the water went on for. If there were no air pockets, you risked drowning. There was also a strong current to consider.

“Y/N-san, over here.”

You approached the greenette, finding a thin beam of light coming from a crack in the wall. Your fingernails dug at the crack and the rock shifted. Izuku put his fingers beside your own and, together, you tugged the black rock away from the wall until it broke free, falling to the ground with a thud. You could hear the sound of water dripping in the background as the smell of moss invaded your nostrils. The path was long and dark, and you had to lean over to avoid hitting your head.

At the end of the path was another crack of light, brighter this time. The two of you pushed the rock as hard as you could and it fell backward with a thud, filling the path with firelight.

The hole opened up to a circular room with three other holes on different sides. In the center of the room was a pile of paper and magazines lit on fire, the flame dancing across the walls. Empty candy wrappers and chip bags littered the floor.

More importantly, three men were pressed against the wall, ready to strike.

You held up your hands in surrender and the man in the middle wiped sweat from his brow with a dirty handkerchief. “You’re the foreign diplomats that went missing a few days ago, right? We were sent here to find you.”

The men exchanged a look, the middle man speaking up. “My name is Beralt Smith,” his gray hair was messy, standing on end as if he had run his hands through it several times, eyes the color of aquamarine.

“I’m Y/N, and this is my partner, Izuku Midoriya. We’re students at U.A.”

“U.A.?” The man on the left repeated with wide eyes. He was short and plump, his brown hair circling a bald scalp. His eyes were black and beady. Bowing at the waist, he said, “Zachary Qi, it’s a pleasure.”

The man to the right was thin as a pole, round glasses covering mousy brown eyes. His hair was the same color, matted to his forehead with sweat. “Franklin Henry,” he spoke softly, his eyes trained on the ground.

“Wait, where is the fourth diplomat?” you questioned.

The men exchanged a sad look before Beralt spoke up, his voice reflecting the sadness in his eyes. “Benedict Kirkland was bitten by a snake shortly after our boat capsized and we arrived on the island. We did everything we could to aid him, but he succumbed to the poison. He was gone by the time the sun had risen.”

“We’re very sorry for your loss,” Midoriya bowed in respect, you doing the same.

“Thank you.”

“How did you come to find yourselves in this cave?” you asked. “Maybe we can use that route to try and escape.”

Zachary pointed toward the hole on the left, facing North. “Through there is the entrance to this cave. We hid there when a sudden storm rolled across the island, but it’s been completely sealed off by debris.”

You frowned. ‘I think I’m starting to see why these islands are considered cursed land…’

“I’m sure you’ve already checked the other two paths, as well,” Midoriya murmured, thoughtfully. He was determined to come up with a plan to get everyone to safety. He refused to let these men die.

“We did, but it would be best if you checked for yourself in case we missed something.”

You and Midoriya exchanged a look before you examined each pathway, searching for any small chance to escape. To the north, the entrance was blocked by large rubble that wouldn’t move an inch. To the east was a dead end. And to the south was a small room, barely big enough to fit a single person. Your eyes narrowed at the high ceiling, squinting in the darkness. It was faint, but you could see a light near the ceiling.

Midoriya saw it too as he stuck his head into the room. “Do you think we can reach it?”

“I don’t know, but we have to at least try.”

He nodded as the two of you switched positions. He kneeled down, motioning for you to stand on his shoulders. You did as he indicated, using the wall to steady you. He slowly stood up, gripping your ankles. Standing on your tiptoes, you reached for the light, but it was just out of reach. With a grunt, you lifted your foot, digging it into the wall as best as you could.

“Be careful.”

You climbed the rest of the way, slipping a few times on the mossy stone. Your fingers gripped the ledge and you heaved yourself up and over, fingers digging into the stone. A burst of cold, fresh air hit your face. It was a small cave entrance!

“Y/N-san?” Midoriya’s voice reached you.

You leaned your upper body over the ledge. “It’s open up here! But… how do I get you guys out?”

“Try looking around for something that can act as a rope. But don’t go too far, and be careful!”

You nodded, crouching against the low ceiling as you headed for the low light coming from the entrance. Your breath came out in puffs of air, the temperature lowering as the sun faded across the horizon.

Eyes scanning the area around you, you took notice of a tall tree, its bare branches curling out as if it were reaching for something. Near the top, a thick vine had fallen from the tree beside it, wrapping around one of the branches. You could only hope it would be long and sturdy enough to help.

Activating your quirk, ‘Infernarrow’, a flaming bow appeared in your left hand. You grasped the bowstring and pulled back, a flaming area materializing as you did so. The arrow soared through the air, easily splintering the wood as it pierced the center of the branch. It came tumbling down, loudly cracking the other branches in its way before falling to the ground with a loud thump, the vine falling around it like a snake.

You untangled it and headed back to the cave where you tied one end to a large stone behind you. Laying on your stomach, you peered over the edge again. Midoriya was still there, body shaking as he wrapped his arms tight around his body. His worried expression changed to relief when his eyes met yours.

“I found a vine. It should be thick enough to hold up.”

“I’ll go get the others!” he ducked back into the tunnel, reappearing moments later. Franklin was going first so Midoriya wrapped the vine around his waist. “Put your feet on the wall and hold tightly to the vine. Y/N-san will help by pulling you up,” he glanced up at you and you nodded. “I’ll be here to catch you if you slip,” his bright smile seemed to ease the older man’s fears, but he was still shaking like a leaf.

You sat up, heels digging into the ground as you gripped the vine tightly in your hands. You weren’t nearly as strong as All Might or Midoriya, but you were far from weak and determined not to let the men fall.

The vine pulled taut as he started to climb. He honestly wasn’t that heavy, so you were able to steadily pull him up until his shaky hand gripped the ledge. With one hand still gripping the vine, you extended the other to grab his wrist, helping him up and over.

“I might need your help with the other two,” you said softly, glancing at him as he took a breath.

He nodded, undoing the vine from his waist and throwing it over the ledge. “I-I’m not very strong, but I’ll do my best!” he kneeled beside you, gripping the vine above your hands.

Beralt was up next. As Midoriya wrapped the vine around him, he clapped his hands and took a deep breath. “Now it’s time to see if those rock climbing lessons were worth the money!”

Your body shifted forward at the sudden weight but you pushed yourself back, pulling slower than you had with the previous man. Franklin’s arms were shaking, veins looking like they wanted to burst through his pale skin.

Beralt’s fingers gripped the ledge and Franklin grabbed his arm. Through gritted teeth, the man said, “No disrespect… sir Smith, but… maybe you should… consider better… eating habits!” he gave one final tug and the man heaved himself onto the ledge, breathing heavily.

He huffed, looking embarrassed. “Zachary is the one that snuck all that junk food onto the boat,” he threw the vine over the ledge before settling on your other side, hands wrapping around the vine. “He’s also heavier than I am, so prepare yourselves!”

The third man’s weight did concern you and you briefly wondered if the three of you would be strong enough to pull him up. If you did drop him, would Midoriya be able to safely catch him? Or would the older man’s weight crush the boy without remorse? That thought worried you and you flexed your fingers before resuming your grip on the vine, eyes shining with determination.

Zachary started to climb, making the three of you lurch forward at the sudden weight. The heel of your boot slid before getting stuck in a crack in the rock. You used this to your advantage, putting most of your weight on that side.

“I… can’t -” Franklin’s arms gave out and he fell forward at the sudden lurch of the vine. Both you and Beralt lost your grip but you gripped it again, the vine sliding through your hands at an alarming speed, burning the skin. You winced in pain, your stomach turning. Zachary cried out in fear and you could picture Midoriya being crushed.

“Damn it, STOP!!” you screamed, clenching your hands as tightly as you could, pushing yourself back with your legs. The vine came to a stop and the two men quickly grabbed it, taking some of the pressure off of you. With every move, your hands screamed at you, but you ignored the tears stinging your eyes.

Finally, Zachary reached the ledge, being grabbed by the back of his shirt by Beralt. His face was red, tears staining his cheeks.

Your hands were stinging and burning simultaneously, but you held the vine tight, biting down hard on your lip to try and distract your mind. Midoriya was heavier than Franklin, but much lighter than the other two, so Beralt did most of the lifting. You were thankful because you could feel how your grip had weakened considerably. You felt so thankful when Midoriya pulled himself up onto the ledge.

Midoriya took a breath as he kneeled in the cave, suppressing a shiver. “For now, let’s try and build a fire to keep warm. We can try to find our way when the sun rises.”

“I’ll go look for some wood,” you announced, leaving the cave. Darkness covered the island, the wind nipping at your damp clothes like hungry vultures. It felt good on your hands, though, that felt like they were on fire. You didn’t want to be near Midoriya right now because you knew how much of a worrywart he was – he’d freak out about your hands and the two of you had more important things to worry about.

You weaved through the trees, returning to the branch you had broken with your quirk. The spot was hidden behind a thick trunk of wood, but you only had to lean back to see the faint outline of the cave. You kneeled on the cold grass, holding out your shaking hands. The skin was dark red and was beginning to blister. There were small beads of blood, growing bigger when you stretched the skin.

‘I should wrap them up, but then he’ll definitely notice…’ you sighed. ‘I can’t even use my quirk with my hands like this,’ you cursed, throwing your head back to prevent the tears from falling.

The crunching of leaves alerted you to Midoriya approaching and you quickly flipped your hands over, nearly wincing as the skin rubbed against your clothes. He rubbed the back of his neck, face burning. “You… did a really good job back there, Y/N-san.”

You smiled up at him. “It was a group effort. I doubt I could have done it without their help…” you subconsciously flexed your hand and hissed in pain.

Midoriya noticed. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry!” A breeze whipped around you and you shivered. “I am cold though, so let’s hurry up and get that fire going!” with a grin, you tried to pick up the branch but a wave of pain went through your hands. You tried to hide it, but Midoriya was watching you closely.

He knelt beside you, gently grabbed your wrists. His eyes widened when he saw them. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. And it’s not even that bad…” you mumbled, not meeting his gaze. He ripped the fabric of his hero costume, exposing his knees. “W-Wait a minute, Mido -”

His warm smile made you pause as he ripped it into strips. “We need to cover them so they don’t get infected,” he gently wrapped it around your hand.

“Sorry for the trouble,” you sighed, looking up at the dark sky. “When sensei first mentioned this place, I found it weird that the number four kept coming up. Online, a lot of people speculated that this place is cursed and I think I’m starting to believe it.”

He hummed, beginning to wrap your other hand. “I don’t know much about curses, but I do believe we make our own luck. Even if the world is against us, I believe we can still come out on top as long as we work hard and never lose hope.”

You watched him as several emotions flickered across his face.

His eyes met yours with a fierceness you had never seen from him before. “That’s why I want to… tell you how I feel. I really like you, Y/N-san, a lot. Will you please go out with me?”

“Midoriya… no, Izuku,” you rested the back of your hand against his cheek and smiled. “I would be happy to,” he smiled so brightly it lit up the darkness. “For our first date, what do you think about an island getaway?”

He laughed as he stood up, bringing the branch with him. “I vote for a warmer first date.”

As another breeze passed through the trees, you suppressed a shiver. “Agreed…”

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You knew that, in the fall, the sun rose in the East, so when the sun started to rise, you had your bearings. The five of you walked for hours until the sun started to set once more. With a stroke of luck, you faintly made out the light of a flashlight sweeping the trees and the sound of a familiar voice calling your name.

All Might found all of you, radioing back to Aizawa and the others that were out searching for all of you. He led the way toward the ship, the three diplomats following him closely as they geeked out about getting to meet the number one hero.

“Do you remember what I said, Izuku?” you asked, softly.

His brow furrowed in thought and you chuckled.

“We found our way out of the cave,” you kissed his left cheek. “We found the diplomats,” you kissed his right cheek. “And we’re on our way home,” your claimed his lips with your own.

Despite his burning cheeks, he pulled you closer to his body.

Maybe he was right after all. Maybe you did make your own luck.

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drabblesanddreams · 5 years

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Endless nights- Dazai Osamu x Reader

Hey everyone! I’m back with another drabble although this one ended up being longer then i originally planned. Anyways it’s my first time writing for Dazai and I’m still not used to writing in general so please leave any feedback if you can:) I’d like to improve my writing as well as writing Dazai’s character as it’s actually quite hard to capture.

There’s probably a lot of mistakes too as i couldn’t bring myself to reread it again lmfao

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

TW: none

Summary: Basically a suicidal bandaged freak breaks into your apartment in the middle of the night.

Word count: 1.7k

Somewhere, in the city of Yokohama, lied a sleeping figure, all curled up in the warmth of their bed as the moon shined in through the small window overhead the bed. That person in question would be [name] who was sleeping soundly in the comfort of their room.

It had been quite the tiring day, you see, [name] worked in the Armed Detective Agency as a detective which was amazing as it was tiring. [name] almost received a fatal blow in the last mission but was thankfully removed from harm’s way by Atsushi’s quick thinking.

They had luckily managed to escape with a few scraps here and there, hence why [name] had gone to sleep a little bit earlier then they were used to.

Suddenly, a loud crash broke the serene silence and caused the once asleep detective to shoot up from their bed.

Wincing at the ache that followed from their wounds, [name] quickly rubbed the sleep out of their eyes as their heart hammered intensively in their chest. It seemed as if there was an intruder in the apartment.

God damn it, [name] really did not have time for this.

Quietly slipping out from under the thin cotton sheets, [name] quietly crept to the closet door on the opposite side of the room.

Carefully wrapping their hand around the doorknob, the [colour] haired detective pulled it open. A loud creak was drawn from the movement and [name] winced. Out of all the things in the world, if this was how they were to die, [name] would be royally pissed.

The [eye colour] individual crouched down, quickly reaching their hands into the closet and rummaged through the miscellaneous objects, trying to seek the object in question. Finally, [name] pulled out their worn-out bat and stood up swiftly and tiptoed out of their bedroom.

Another sound was heard, this time sounding like broken glass. [Name] nervously brushed a stray strand of their [hair color] hair. Out of all the apartments in Yokohama, why did it have to be me? The young detective thought miserably as they internally wept.

Holy hell, they wouldn’t admit to this anybody, but they were quite terrified right now. Take someone out, okay no problem that they can do. But this situation felt like a scene right out of a horror film.

[name] tensed as they heard footsteps come down their way and quickly, [name] pressed themselves against one side of the corner of the wall by their room.

Okay, [name] thought as the sounds grew louder, on the count of three.

One…

Two…

THREE!

Screaming out of pure fright, [name] rounded the corner quickly and squeezed their eyes shut as they swung the bat down with all the strength they could muster.

A loud smack filled the apartment, inducing a pained shot.

“OW! [name]-chan, what was that for?!”

Blinking haphazardly, [name] tried to place the familiar voice before their eyes widened marginally. Quickly, their hand shot to the wall and flicked the light switch on.

Holyfuckingshit, “Dazai?!” [name] cried out in disbelief at the site before her. In all his glory stood The Dazai Osamu, bandages and all. He was crouched slightly as his hand was covering his nose, “[name]-chan why would you hit me!” he whined out. But the shock was gone from [name]’s system and instead anger replaced the feeling.

“Why did you break into my apartment, you suicidal maniac!!” the smaller person in question shot forward, grabbing onto the taller man’s shoulders and shook them slightly.

“[name]-chan, Wait wait wait! I have a perfectly reasonable explanation!” he exclaimed back, flinging his hands wildly in the air. [name] ceased their actions and removed their hands from the brunette.

The [hair colour] detective took a step back, crossing their arms as they squinted their eyes suspiciously, daring the taller man to go on.

“You see,” he started, “I had this incredible idea!”

“I was walking home before I stumbled upon this gorgeous river,” he continued dramatically and [name] narrowed their eyes further. This better not be what I think it is They thought.

“And I was thinking, seeing as you’re a beautiful [gender], you could aid me in what could be the perfect double-suicide!”

He earned another hit to the face for that one.

“Stop laughing! I’m angry!”

“I'm sorry but you're really cute like this.”

“Yeah, and you're really cute with a bruised nose.”

Dazai was now seated at the round table of [name]’s kitchen, watching the small figure angrily mutter to themselves as they rummaged somewhat violently through the freezer.

There was no doubt in mind that [name] was still quite annoyed by what or who exactly abruptly woke them up from their peaceful sleep.

[name] stood up suddenly before glaring at Dazai and whipping a small bag of chilled vegetables at his face.

“Here,” they grumbled as they took the seat before Dazai, sitting down. A brief pause followed,

“May I propose, [name]-chan, treating me from this awful wound,” he proposed, “one that has not just wounded my exterior but also wounded my heart!” he finished lamely, pressing a hand to his chest as if he was really wounded. [name] rolled their eyes at him, “No”.

“But-“

“No.”

“But!”

Dammit, [name] felt their resolve weaken in response to the adorable pout that Dazai looked at them with. [name] averted her gaze from his beautiful brown eyes and quickly reached for the bag in his hand’s, “Fine you baby, if it gets you to shut up.”

Ignoring the shit eating grin on his face, [name] pressed the cool bag to his face a little more forcefully than necessary, smirking when it drew a whine from the other detective, “[Name]-chan! So cruel!” he cried out.

After a few minutes, [name] withdrew the pack from his face, leaning in to inspect the damage that was done.

From this distance, [name] could make out the several shades of brown in his eyes which were oh so beauty-No, this was not the time.

Dazai smirked, “[Name]-chan, if you wanted to get this close to me all you had to do was ask” he purred suavely, hands making their way to their hips.

Slapping one of his hands away, [name] ignored the protests from the man while leaning back in their chair sighing exasperatedly, “Why are you even here?” [name] inquired.

“I told you, I-“ Dazai started but was swiftly cut off. “No, you idiot,” [name] rolled their eyes, “why are you really here?”

His expression briefly morphed into one that resembled desolation before he glanced out the window of the small kitchen. Judging by the silence that followed, [name] thought that he was just going to stay silent before he then spoke.

“Say, [name],” his voice lowered, “Why do people fear losing something that they do not even possess”.

All signs of humour were gone from his face and instead, he looked back blankly, eyes strangely empty. [name] was stunned for a moment, it was rare that Dazai’s joking persona would drop and [name] was unprepared every time.

When a minute passed without [name]’s response, the remaining hand on [name]’s hip gripped onto the cloth of their pajama and he looked at them with an expression they couldn’t identify, pleading silently for something that [name] was unable to provide.

There was something [name] was clearly missing, his actions eluding to a concept beyond [name].

[name] looked wordlessly at him, as his gaze shifted to one of the several scratches on their face from the mission the day before.

[name] felt their cheeks heat up and their heart pounded away strangely.

[name] looked down, thinking back to when she received her injuries. Dazai had been uncharacteristically silent back then before he teased them relentlessly once they were healed up.

Of course, all [name] could remember was his lingering touches as he slung his arm around, they or the way he stared at them with an unreadable expression when he thought they wouldn’t notice.

The irrational part of their mind brought up the idea that maybe he cared for them like really cared for them. [name] diminished the thought as soon as they thought it, no, it would be silly of them to think that.

Dazai was someone who was bigger than they were, he was not that simple of a man to simply like someone. He was a mystery that [name] was consistently trying to solve.

[name] shifted uncomfortably in their chair, as they struggled to meet his gaze again. Why the hell would he ask them such a question, and more importantly, how were they supposed to respond when he looked at them like that?

“I..” [name] dropped their gaze downwards and just as they got the bravery to reply, Dazai stood up abruptly. “Just kidding!” he sang sticking out his tongue cutely. [name] blinked blankly at the sudden change of tone, his mask back on.

“Anyways, I should let you go back to bed, my dear [name]-chan,” he teased, “otherwise you won’t get your beauty sleep!” he winked at them turning around to make his way out of the kitchen.

[name] sat unmoving for a moment, staring at his departing figure. Unconsciously, their hand shot out and grasped onto the sleeve of his brown trench coat before blinking rapidly at their actions.

What the hell am I doing? [name] thought to themselves.

“[name]-chan?” Dazai asked, his brown eyes going back and forth between their face and the hand on his coat. Their hand dropped slowly from his sleeve and instead slipped into Dazai’s hands, shifting slightly so the fingers were intertwined. [name] felt their cheeks heat up before saying,” you can’t go home.” They stated.

Dazai tilted his head in response, staring cutely at the figure before him.

“Y-you see, you broke my stuff and I have to make sure you take responsibility for it in the morning!” they hurriedly explained.

A smile formed on his face at the poor explanation, “Is that so?” He hummed and [name] nodded a little too fast. “I can’t just trust you to show up in the morning, you know…” they quietly finished off.

The smile grew on his face and so did the rate at which [name]’s heart was beating in response. Standing up, [name] tugged their linked hands to the direction of their room.

Maybe one night, [name] would have an answer to that question and would also be able to decipher that particular gaze he looked at them with. But tonight, was not that night, no, tonight was for sleeping.

And so there they slept soundly for the remainder of the night.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd imagines #bsd imagine #bas x reader #bungou stray dogs imagine #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader

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rhodesmystery · 5 years

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um. smutfic. i joked about 3hrs but then got embarrassed about posting until i bought my vow hoodie from bungie and got such a rush and now here we are lmfao

2.5k words of pwp. god bless. charlie x mc

Charlie finds her standing by the window. Not so unusual, all things considered. One of the first places he always thought to look, whenever they happened to be together. Something about staring out, letting her thoughts get away, eased her. He knew that much.

However, Charlie had mostly found her clothed in the other times. Or as close to it. A shirt of his that was barely hiding anything wasn’t passable, and it wasn’t the first time he was thankful they had enchanted his windows to be one-way only. He didn’t want to think what would be said about some poor soul walking past and seeing Natasha the way she was.

With a yawn, loud enough to alert her, and a roll of his shoulders, Charlie steps completely into the room. Mismatched, with parts kitchen, living and dining, all in one. Not that he minded, as it was his. Much like her, as he happily thought, when Natasha turned. Never a hint of sleepiness in her, with bright eyes and lips half turned up into a smile. Yeah, he knew she already knew that he was awake, but it was the entrance that mattered. Especially when he scratches his chest, stomach, only to rest his hand idly on his thigh.

“Morning.” Once, Natasha told him that she loved his voice in the morning. Didn’t tell him what exactly it was she loved, but he had made a note since then to take full advantage of it.

Natasha is surprisingly quiet with her response. A tumble of ‘morning’, that’s soft and private. Charlie might’ve thought something was wrong, if her eyes weren’t pointedly south. That gets a smile out of him.

“Thought you’d still be in bed.” Idle conversation, to fill the gap between him and her. Until he took those seven exact steps to stand before her. “Missed you.”

“Did you now?” Natasha is facing him now, and he can see his shirt was open, not even buttoned in some vague attempt for decency. Like this was some grand scheme of hers (and he was playing right into her hand). “I’m sorry.” Her lack of sincerity was hilarious, and his laughter was infectious, as she giggles to herself. Enough to distract him again.

Charlie always liked her tits. Or, maybe he should call them breasts outright, to add some politeness to the conversation. But Natasha clasps her hands behind her back, purposely jutting them out at him, that he can see the swell of each, and how the shirt was barely holding on to cover her nipples. He was definitely going to commit this to memory.

“You should be.” Still trying to keep his tone vague. Not focus on how he could almost follow an arrow that pointed down, between her breasts, over her stomach. Like everything was shouting look at me, and he ate it up. Taking a lot for him not to just sink to his knees and eat her until she screamed his name. Forecast was telling him that was his immediate future.

With a fleeting look back at Natasha’s face, to gauge where she was at, Charlie gets a rather satisfied smile. Yeah, yeah, she read his thoughts, thought herself to be so smart about it too. Not like he wasn’t being obvious about it, cock at half mast already just thinking about her. Natasha, in his shirt, unbuttoned and open, and legs spread just enough, leaning against the window, a hand idly running down her front. Like he hadn’t already had that image in his mind since he’d walked out the bedroom.

“What ever can I do to make it up to you?” And the lines were corny, something out of the really bad movies she was fond of mimicking, except with the way she punctuates her words, making it different. Implications abound.

Charlie moves in a bit closer, a half step forward. Until there’s not else in his vision except her, her lips, her eyes, the spattering of freckles over her nose and the mismatched scars along her jaw. Practically swims in the green, noticing they were darker than any other day. And he loved why he knew that happened. Natasha kisses him, and it’s slow, deep, the only touch. Just the tilt of their heads, the slide of their tongues, and each other. Nothing more, nothing less.

Eventually, it’s his turn to make the move. And not to romanticise their positions, knight takes queen, pushing her against the window, pressing against her entirely. Never breaking the kiss, just hands trying to pull the shirt off, to find skin, only to end up with it tangled around her elbows. To trace along the curve of her spine as she arches into him. Natasha moans against his mouth, her nails burning into his shoulders, Charlie please. Please, the real magic word. Held a lot of weight, when applied properly. Like how it sits pleasantly on his head, as he begins a trail down.

Soft kisses, trying to catch every inch he could. Charlie could never tire of this, even if he knew how embarrassed she got. How she insisted on reciprocating. Not that he minded that outcome, of course, but there was something to be said for how Natasha’s face would look, when he looked up at her. Always partway there to covering her mouth, eyes heavy and hair a mess. Chest heaving, and a flush that coloured her pink. He didn’t know how many times he was up to, with calling her beautiful, but he was bound to crack a thousand eventually, surely.

Natasha just snorts, trying to play off her embarrassment. Hand on his head, edging him down further. Charlie can only grin, kneeling as comfortably as he could, hands on her thighs. Encourages her wider for him, further still. Fingers tease her nipples, and Charlie can only savour the first strong lick in response.

Something almost like a hiccup escapes her, and Natasha visibly shudders. With two fingers, Charlie parts her lips, and finds exactly what he wants. What he knew would have her all but shake on him. Charlie sucks, nips, laves her clit with attention, trying desperately to keep his eyes closed, but unable to stop from looking up. He loves when she looks like that, flustered and letting control go.

Fingers that had spread her move to touch, to feel. Dragging across her seam, barely pressing against her. Charlie has to stop from smiling, when he feels the telltale buck as with one finger, he drives in a little further, but never quite enough. So soon? he thinks, but doesn’t complain. Not like he wasn’t in the same boat. At that thought, Charlie runs a hand over himself, pulling away from her clit only to look down, notice he was leaking.

Not that he wanted to hurry, but with another twist of his wrist against his cock, he turns back. Ah well, he could make it up to her later.

Tongue pressing against her, Charlie edges in. The slick sounds, normally off-putting in any other circumstance, always made Natasha a little weaker in the knees. Or it might’ve just been his good work, as she’s saying his name, muffled only by the sleeve of the shirt. Fingers circle her clit, and his free hand pulls at her cheek, massaging, spreading. A barely there teasing touch, against her ass, until he leans back again.

Switching hands, replacing tongue with fingers, Charlie turns to watching her carefully. How her face may contort into something other than pleasure, when he presses one finger in. Slow, turning, brushing along her inner walls. Last night she’d mentioned that she was sore, a little more than usual. Perhaps Natasha knew what he was looking for, in how she meets his eye entirely, whispering his name as a second finger joins the first. No outward signs of discomfort, especially not when her fingers twist in his hair, tugging strands with a certain amount of force.

“Feels good?” Charlie has to ask, anyway. Can’t help himself.

Natasha huffs, sending hair flying up. “Yes, Charlie, Merlin’s beard, if you don’t make me come, I swear—”

Even though he’s laughing, he cuts her off. One somewhat satisfied customer then. Curls his fingers, thumb pressing against her clit, and laves attention on what skin he could find with his tongue. Scissors his fingers, free hand perhaps the only thing holding her upright as she all but presses her weight down on his shoulders. From how she bent over him, Charlie could hear her whispers clearer, her pleads.

Nope, not letting go until she’d come, good and hard. She's shuddering, Charlie yes please right there god yes. Charlie knew about the muggle god that her father’s family worshipped. It was oddly satisfying to hear that name mix in with his, to the point where he didn’t know who was who, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

Natasha comes with a low, long moan. Not her first orgasm, no sir, but definitely one that has her lock up and quiver all at once. Charlie rides her through it, slow circles drawn out, just how she liked. Knew exactly where to touch, where to hold, as she comes down. Time isn’t a concept, as Natasha struggles to push herself back up, eventually leans against the window for support.

And then she says: “You’ve gotten better at that.” As if she’s not heaving in air, sensitivity overloading with how Charlie can’t seem to run a hand up her legs without her nearly giving out.

“I’ve had practice,” is what he says instead. If only because he’s getting a kick out of how he splays his fingers over her stomach, and she has to close her eyes. Bite her lip.

Puffs of air that resemble try to resemble a laugh leaver her. “Oh, really? What’s her name?” Natasha tries to keep the conversation light and teasing, but Charlie knew. Probably a light draft would have her tumble over once again, if aimed right.

“Natasha. You probably don’t know her. Great gal. Fantastic tits.”

When she laughs, it’s the best sound Charlie had heard in months. Head thrown back, genuine kind of laugh, that ignores the situation and encompasses it all at once. Natasha grins, slack and easy, running a finger over his lips. Charlie chases it, nibbling on the tip, which earns him a pointed look. One he was quite happy to keep around.

Leaning in, Natasha kisses him. Hot and wet, far too much tongue, and he knows that she can taste herself. The knot in his stomach tightens, acutely aware of how he was running warmer than usual. Along her lower back, Charlie drags his nails, finds her hips. Palms her into turning around, breaking the kiss despite her noise of disapproval. And he might’ve told her that if she just asked him to come on command, he would’ve then and there, except Charlie manages to get her with her back to him, hands firmly planted on the window.

As Charlie rights himself, one hand firmly stroking his cock as he lines himself up, does he notice how Natasha turns to look over her shoulder. As if regaining some bravado in that moment, she smirks, wiggles her hips.

“This is new for you.”

With a snort, Charlie can only settle for giving her ass a light slap. “Shut up.” Perhaps he was a little mollified. Not to say that he was the most adventurous, as he knew he wasn’t and more often than not blushed his way into Natasha all but dominating. Definitely not his fault that he was far more favourable of the lower end of the scale.

Fine, fine. If she was going to be all smarmy about him branching out, then he'd show her! As long as he could figure out how to stop his ears from burning as he eased his way in. Charlie moans, as she's twitchy and wet around his cock, not helping how Natasha pushes up onto her toes, fingers pressed against the glass. With a few blinks, Charlie is able to see just how the glass steamed in front of her, with every breath she took.

“I’m gonna move.”

“Thank god.”

Chuckles dissolve into pitches in breathing. Like there was just not enough oxygen in the room, and Charlie was definitely a little dizzy, enamoured, whatever, when he grips her hips and pulls her back to meet his thrust. Pushes a hand up, moving the damned shirt up with it, following the arch of her back. Until he lets it fall back again, settling for her shoulder to hold instead.

Natasha isn’t quiet. Not by a long shot. Settled for thanking her later that she’d been the one to soundproof the house on her arrival. Faster harder Charlie pleasepleaseplease. And he tries to keep up what she’s saying, how he lets go of her hip to palm his way to her front. Find her clit and rub at it furiously, which does nothing except have her cover a moan with her arm. Even as she twitches, tries to pull away, tries to keep meeting him thrust for thrust, Charlie keeps at it. Nothing if not consistent. One of her hands joins his, Natasha’s fingers slipping along his, brushing what was exposed of his cock as he continued to move inside her.

It's when he presses his forehead between her shoulder blades, does Charlie struggle. Hand slipping from her shoulder, he finds her hand against the window, threading fingers and gripping until his knuckles turn white. Embarrassingly so, holding her firmly against him as he comes. Moans against her skin, something that was definitely her name if a little garbled, until she follows only seconds later.

Charlie doesn’t know how to move. Limbs felt heavy and light all at once, as if he moved even one foot, he’ll just fall flat on his face, either way. Blinking, the world doesn't stop spinning. Not yet, but he gingerly slides himself out. Regrettably, and “sorry,” when he spies the telltale spill begin to trail down her thighs. Too bad he was tired, or it might’ve been able to roll him into action, strangely so (except, he was acutely aware that his lower half was almost numb, brain fuzzy, eyes only trying to find her face).

As she turns, Natasha faces him with heavily lidded eyes, and a very pleased smile. “It’s fine.” But she’s leaning against the window, as if she didn’t trust her own legs too. With a blush that spread to the tops of her breasts, hair mussed and eyes dark, Charlie knew she was beautiful. And told her just that.

Eventually, she slides down, landing on the ground with a grunt. Charlie follows suit, wobbly and flushed, bumping shoulders when he’s beside her. Natasha kicks a leg over his, idly playing with what he could now consider her shirt, until she pulls it up and holds it at her front. Tilting his head back, Charlie closes his eyes, finds her hand, and squeezes it fiercely.

For several minutes they sit just so. Until, with a sigh, Natasha rolls her head towards him. “Want breakfast?”

Charlie grins, one that slowly builds, that doesn’t even try to hide what he was going to say next. Opening one eye, he looks at her. “I already ate.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #charlie weasley #harry potter #jacob's sibling #*my fic #*natasha #IDK HOW TO TAG THIS SAFELY WITHOUT IT DISAPPEARING #smut #lemon #I GUESS LOLOLOL #BACK TO THE STONE AGES WITH TAGGING

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hey-hey-chan · 6 years

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Goodbye Summer - Jisung

So it’s been a while ,,, don’t attack :’)

P.S. this is only going to be a short one because I have a final tmrw ;-;

P.P.S. I know my asks are off, but I will turn them on again tomorrow! So if you want a part 2, either tell me then OR just leave a note on this scenario lmfao ,,, ok eNJOY :)

PPPS. even if you do want a part 2, i might not make one so just beware :)

now enjoy! :D

“We still on for after school today?” I asked my older friend, Taeyeon, quietly as the girl sat right in front of me. She was a middle aged woman with a heart of gold, but never hesitated to speak her mind.

She nodded and smiled saying, “The more the merrier. I mean I get serious anxiety while taking tests so I’m happy we’re all doing this.” I nodded and sunk back in my chair.

The best part about college: the online exams. Despite me not being a fan of them personally, it was awesome when a group of students struggled together.

That’s why I had agreed to go with two girls to take the exam after class since it was the last day of lecture. I would’ve never agreed to this 2 years ago, but this is college, and we do what we need to survive.

“Yeah same, I hate taking exams, especially alone. Like I know I probably focus better alone, yet I hate suffering alone.” I joked. Taeyeon let out a small husky chuckle and shook her head.

“Oh kids these days.” I blushed at her comment but chuckled nonetheless.

Since it was the last day of lecture in my philosophy class, a few students were staying behind to clean up and say their final thanks you’s to our teacher, but I was too awkward for that so I casually sat in my seat until my group was ready to go.

I fiddled with my hair as it was in a messy bun and was irritating my neck, and of course, I decided to wear an over-sized sweater so I was enveloped in fuzziness and sweat. Why did it decide to get hot today?

I peered up from my phone and almost got a shock once I saw my crush walk past me. Ok, crush is too strong of a word, let’s just say I thought the boy was cute. And attractive. And, yeah.

He walked with another girl, Sunmi, leaving the classroom. I took one final look at him since it was the last time I would ever see him, holding onto whatever memories I had of him.

Han Jisung.

Jisung was someone I noticed from the beginning of the quarter. He stuck out with his bright laughter and talkative self as he was always debating with the teacher and the students next to him. Everything about his mannerisms attracted me as he was confidence and casual, which was everything I wasn’t.

I would spend all my class time looking at him like a little schoolgirl and hoping he never noticed.

I was lucky enough to sit in a spot where he couldn’t look at me glance from time to time, but I wasn’t dense enough to not notice when he looked back at me occasionally.

But I knew I would never do anything about my feelings anyways, it was just a hopeless crush that would flutter away as fast as it came.

“Hey,” I heard Taeyeon call out, breaking me from my thoughts. I pretended to focus on my phone instead, acting as if I wasn’t listening to their conversation.

“What’s up?” The boy replied, sending my heart into a frenzy at his deep voice.

“Are you guys taking the exam too?” My ears perked up at the question, anticipating his response.

“Oh yeah, are you guys too?” Jisung asked along with the girl next to him.

“Yup, we should all take it together.”

“True true, the more minds the better.” At that response, I felt my nerves spiral out of control, making me realize I was going have to work with him. Talk with him. Be around him.

I should’ve taken this exam alone.

“Ok just wait for 5 minutes, Dahyun needs to ask the professor something.”

I nervously stood still, hoping the boy wouldn’t stand next to me.

But of course, my luck sucks so he plants himself directly to my right. I knew I shouldn’t have been hyper aware of how close he was to me, but I was.

And I hated it.

“Hey, have you taken the exam yet?” I peered up from my phone, locking eyes with the boy next to me. His brown hair was slicked back from the hat he was wearing and he was dressed in all white, one of my favorite colors on boys.

Suddenly, I was aware of the trash of an outfit I was wearing and how my hair was glistening, and not in the good way.

“Uhh, no I’m taking it with..” I trailed off and instead gestured to our circle. He nodded and crossed his arms.

“Oh cool, so we have the whole squad here.” He smiled at me and leaned against the table in front of me, making me wonder how I could ever be that nonchalant about... anything.

I just nodded and chuckled, hoping he would stop talking to myself so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

“Ok guys, where should we go?” Dahyun asked, adjusting the hat on her head.

“The library?” Taeyon suggested.

“But we won’t be able to talk as much there, should we just go to the computer lab? Across campus?” Sunmi asked. We all looked at one another and nodded, silently agreeing to go there.

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“I can’t believe this quarter is coming to an end,” Dahyun exclaimed, her dress flowing in the wind and her smile as bright as the sun. The girl was always talkative in class and I was unsure about how to socialize with her.

“Yeah, I don’t know about you guys, but I really loved this class, it was one of my favorites.” Sunmi added. I calmly walked near the back of them, feeling intimidated with so many extroverted personalities. Honestly, I was just here to get my grade up.

“Same, but I am so ready to get his final done, I still have the write the essay.” Most of them groaned thinking about the extra assignment given to us on finals week, but I knew I already finished it and was ready to submit.

“Wait, who here hasn’t finished that discussion board online?” Jisung asked, standing in the middle of the circle and swiveling around. He locked eyes with one girl first who was raising her hand and I shook my head. “Do you know when it closes? I haven’t looked at that thing in a week,” He said chuckling.

I tried to remember how to walk by staring into his eyes, but caught my breath. “Um, I’m pretty sure it’s due on Wednesday.” I softly spoke. I felt my heart flutter as he smiled back at me.

“Oh ok great, I feel like I haven’t tried in this class at all.”

“Yeah, I mean, it was an easy class,” Dahyun said shrugging.

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Shortly after talking about school, their conversation picked up, leaving me to feel like the odd one out, but honestly, I was fine with that. I slowed my walking down to pretend I was texting someone on my phone, hoping the group wouldn’t bother with me.

“Wait, dude, you’re 17?? That’s so young!” I heard them exclaim suddenly. Jisung was laughing and was adjusting his hat that was about to fall off his head. He pushed up his glasses and clapped his hands to emphasize his laugh.

“Yeah I’m still 17, turning 18 this summer. I sorta skipped a grade, that’s why I’m here.” The boy’s confidence radiated off of him in waves, yet I could still tell he was shy about it.

Wait, that means he’s my age, I thought. Suddenly the boy felt more attractive at the prospect of us being in the same age range. I saw the group shove him around, teasing him for being a “child”.

I laughed quietly and stayed on my phone silently.

Soon, I noticed how the boy slowed his tracks and walked by my side, making my heart beat a million beats per second.

“So, how old are you?” The boy asked, raising a slight brow at me. I could his defined face, despite his glasses resting on his high nose. I admit, I had a thing for boys in baseball caps and glasses, so I was already more nervous than usual.

“Um, 16.” I noted softly. His eyebrows shot up immediately and he gasped in shock, making me laugh at his exaggerated reaction. I brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear to hide the hard blush appearing on my face.

“Wait, how?” He asked curiously.

I shrugged and tried to calm my excited heart, “Well, I entered school a grade early and then I skipped a grade in elementary school, so I was technically supposed to be a year younger than everyone else, but um, yeah,” I ended lamely. I had told this story about a million times, but it felt different with him.

“What? That’s insane! You need to tell them so they stop teasing me,” He joked, making me laugh and shake my head nervously. Before I could say anything, the group whipped their heads around to stare at me.

“Wait, you’re only 16?” Sunmi exclaimed, shaking her head at being stuck in a group with “children”. Jisung and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

The boy leaned down to my height, making me blush at the close proximity; it took my every will not to lean away from him.

“Whatever, she’s just jealous she’s not young anymore.” I was shocked by his words and let out a sharp laugh. He raised his brows, not even surprised at the volume, and chuckled with me. His charisma made me notice, yet his calm demeanor made me feel more comfortable.

Dahyun soon found her way in between Jisung and I; I silently thanked the girl for stopping our interactions before I had nothing else to say.

They got lost in their own conversation until I saw Jisung peek his head at me.

“Oh yeah, what high school did you go to?” I almost forgot what school I attended when he caught me off guard, but nonetheless it came back to me soon.

“Um, Seoul High School-” Before I could finish my statement, Dahyun gasped excitedly.

“Oh my gosh, I think that’s where I saw you! I used to go to that school as well,” She noted. I nodded and pretended to be interested.

“Oh that’s cool, I mean we probably never saw each other much since we’re not in the same grade.” I fibbed.

“That must be the computer lab, c’mon guys.”

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The exam only took a short 30 minutes, and soon all of us left to go their separate ways.

Jisung and Sunmi left first, waving to us all. I waved back to the two, blending in with the group.

I saw Jisung smile at me one last time, and then turned around to exit the lab. I tried to ignore the slight pain in my heart once I realized I was never going to see the boy again.

“Well, I’m glad we got 100%, we all make a pretty good team.” Taeyeon said, pushing sad thoughts out of my mind right away. I nodded, throwing all my materials in my bag.

“Yup, I’m really thankful for you guys, I suck at test taking.” The two girls shook their heads and laughed.

“No problem.” I finished packing up my stuff and turned to the both of them, ready to leave my first final behind with a step in my walk.

“Well, I think imma bounce now, have a nice summer,” I said. They waved to me, letting me leave on a happy note.

As I hit the fresh air, I looked around for the two familiar faces. I immediately set my eyes on the backs of Jisung and Sunmi.

If it was Jisung alone, I hopefully would’ve caught up to him, but I could never do something so gutsy with another person witnessing my anxiety. I stayed in the back, hoping they wouldn’t notice me, and I was far away back that they wouldn’t.

Soon, I saw them split up, Sunmi going one way while Jisung stood alone for a second.

At that moment, my initial reaction was to catch up to him, what I would do or say, I didn’t know.

It’s not worth it, you barely know him and you’ll just make a fool out of yourself.

Those thoughts weighed heavily on my mind and on my chest, leaving me to take one step...and then none more.

I stood frozen in place, watching to see what the boy would do. Jisung set down his phone and put in his earbuds, then started walking again, peering down at his phone from time to time.

I felt my anxiety die down and the fluttering in my stomach reside in the bottom part of my stomach.

It’s just a little crush, it will go away. I mean you’ll never see him again anyways, it was no use.

I looked up from the ground and watched him disappear slowly from my sight, and realized that was the last time I would ever see that boy.

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sanctamater · 6 years

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STUDY: AMELIA COMSTOCK. tagged by: @antialibi thank u moisticle bean tagging: u bitch

— basics

▸ is your muse tall / short / average ? Amelia is below average height for the time period. The average height of a woman in 1912 was 5′4″, but the women of Amelia’s generation averaged at about 5′2″. Amelia, at 5′0″, is still decidedly quite short.

▸ are they okay with their height ? Amelia dislikes her height immensely. She loathes constantly having to look up at everyone, being unable to reach things, the fact her husband is a foot and three inches taller than her. She’s got to constantly wear big hats and heels in order to give herself any impression of height: she feels minuscule.

▸ what’s their hair like ? Amelia’s hair is an extremely dark brown, almost black in most lights; streaked through with the occasional strand of grey. Incredibly thick and thine, with a slight wave to it. She has not cut it since 1893 as scripture forbids it; and it has grown to surpass her in height, and is at about 5′7″ in length. She keeps it up in elaborate styles and braids it for night; choosing to wear veils in church and hats otherwise. It’s incredibly soft; conditioned with oils and a hundred brush strokes day and night, yet very heavy; and Amelia suffers from neck pains and headaches due to the weight of her hair.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming ? Yes. Cleanliness is next to godliness. While Victorian hair was not washed often due to the harsh nature of lye soaps, oils were used to keep it clean and fresh. She oils her hair with rose hip and orange blossom in the nights, and uses a boar brush to evenly distribute it through her hair. She bathes frequently: every two days, with washes in between. Hair removal was nothing new though the first female razor was not marketed until 1915: depilatory creams and arsenic washes were used. Given evening dresses of the era, she removes her underarm hair and keeps her pubic hair neatly groomed and trimmed. Her legs are another story: she doesn’t touch those at all lmfao. Doesn’t see a point to it. She keeps herself neat, clean, and fresh at all times; so... I’d say quite a bit of time is put into her hair and grooming.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance / what others think ? Of course she does. Not only is Amelia quite vain, she’s also the second of Columbia’s Highest and Holiest; second to only the Prophet for she is his bride. Furthermore, she is the Mother of their Messiah, and the pinnacle of beauty, femininity and motherhood in Columbia: given her station, status, and what she represents she must take care to not have a hair out of place nor a crease in her clothes.

— preferences

▸ indoors or outdoors ? Outdoors. ▸ rain or sunshine ? Sunshine! ▸ forest or beach ? Beach. ▸ precious metals or gems ? Gems. ▸ flowers or perfumes ? Flowers. ▸ personality or appearance ? Personality. ▸ being alone or being in a crowd ? Being in a crowd. ▸ order or anarchy ? Order. ▸ painful truths or white lies ? White lies. ▸ science or magic ? Magic! ▸ peace or conflict ? Peace ▸ night or day ? Day. ▸ dusk or dawn ? Dawn. ▸ warmth or cold ? Warm. ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends ? A few close friends. ▸ reading or playing a game ? Reading.

— questionnaire

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits ? Wilfully blind, ignorant. Her love is permanent, she believes everyone can be saved. Regardless of deeds, of the atrocities that have been committed: she is incapable of seeing anyone she likes as a monster. She won’t: she rationalises and rationalises and convinces herself they are good and can be fixed. Once she looks kindly on someone, that will never change. She’s smothering, strangling: her love may as well be a noose and she believes her way is the best way. Stubborn; obstinately so; explosive anger that is slow to build but my God, what a fury she rains down when she seeks to destroy everything in her path.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ? Amelia lost her mother when she was eight years old. Her mother, though distant, was always a sort of ideal to her. Mother is God in the eyes of a child: Anna Todd was the softer half of her husband; the one who attempted to shape Amelia into a lady that might be happy -- even content -- one day with her lot in life; a moral compass and guiding hand. She felt lost after her mother’s passing; even more so because in spirit, she lost her father alongside her mother as well. James grew distant after his wife’s death: a key, core element in his daughter’s life now missing. When he died when Amelia was 16, she already had accepted that her father had gone long before then. She misses them terribly: they were her support system; now she bases her choices and decisions upon what she thinks would make them proud. Her grandmother died shortly before she met Zachary Hale; a religious woman with zeal who doted upon her favourite grandchild and turned her back upon her when society did. Florence Watson had raised Amelia after her parents left; provided the backbone of her education; when Amelia begged for her forgiveness, Florence told her she would find it with God.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has ? Running with her cousins alongside the river banks in the country, weaving daisy chains for her mother, her father, and grandmother. Her mother teaching her piano and filling the house with music. Picking out matching dresses with Catherine, running down 5th Avenue with the Astor boys in tow. Racing horses, racing Model T’s; scraping her knees and falling down the staircase. Her first kiss. Her wedding. The last time she embraced her cousins.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill ? She’s never considered it. She’d never hurt anyone that way.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down ? Amelia weeps. She cracks. Breaks like glass. Sobs until she cannot breathe; head to the floor. Lashes out at anyone close to her while yearning for someone to hold her close. It drains her entirely; sends her reeling. She’s raw; like someone who’s had a scar reopened, everything pouring out at once. She dislikes weeping; won’t do it in front of anyone. She’s liable to isolate herself during these periods.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ? Yes, very much so. She’s too trusting, honestly.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love ? Swoony; utterly sick with it. Moon-eyed and just dripping with love. Always stealing glances, nudging their feet with hers under the table, twining hands together. Wanting to spend time together, wanting to know everything about them. Just simply wanting to exist. She’s eager to love and be loved. She simply wants to be near her partner and be touched, touch them.

#🕊️❝ SANCTIFY THEM BY TRUTH: YOUR WORD IS TRUTH ( headcanons. )

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singingunderthecurtain · 7 years

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Together For Real (ChanyeolxYOUxKris) Mini Series 1

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Picture not mine, found everything on Google

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Canon/EXO Universe Genre: Angst | Fluff Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Kris Trigger Warning: Distrust, Feeling of Betrayal, basically some angsty stuff. Word Count: 2,036

Plot: You, an EXO manager, developed a dangerous relationship with Kris and one day he suddenly left EXO and it left you devastated. For some reason, you found yourself being in a relationship again with one of the boys. And it’s Park Chanyeol.You set boundaries with him, but he shamelessly breaks all the rules making you want to run away.

A/N: So like IDK if I should mark this as Mature. It has a bit of suggestive topics, but no smut at all. And this was supposed to be just a freaking oneshot but then I just keep writing and writing and ideas flow and I didn’t notice that it’s getting longer and longer lmfao. I wanted this to be just a 5K words one shot, but I’m already passed 5K and I’m still not in the climax of the stroy lmfaoooo. So yeah, here goes a mini series.Also a little back story: I intended for this fic to be another Threesome piece, but then I got tired of smut and lately I’ve been really obsessed with Angsty fics, so I turned it into Angst with a little bit of Fluff. hahahaha. hope you like it. XD Plus I think all Chanyeol did in this fic is cry, if you don’t like it then I’m sorry (no I’m not) lol

It wasn’t a strange thing that Idols and staff to hook up, as a matter of fact, it is kind of a thing that happens a lot since they are together almost 24/7 for days, weeks and even months on end. It was bound to happen because literally, their lives revolve around in the same business and each other. You just have to be discreet about it.

That’s why when Kris decided to leave EXO and SM finally; it was both good and bad news for you.

Good news because he was finally free from his misery. Mainly the reason why your relationship started was that because he needed someone to talk to. Sure, he was close friends with all of EXO, but he can’t complain to any of them about how the management mistreated him, not even the Chinese members. Especially not Tao, whom he was really close with. That kid was just naïve and happy. Among the Chinese members, he was spoiled, he was treated well because he was very young.

You found him one late evening, drinking and smoking alone while crying on the balcony of their dorm. You only went back because you forgot the documents you needed for the next day’s meeting. You were one of the managers for EXO and you left your document bag when you took them home. You were responsible for getting the boys of EXO home, along with a driver.

You wanted to scold him that day but you stopped yourself because he was still a year older than you are. It felt weird and you have no exact grip on him since you manage Jongdae. He still panicked though when he saw that you saw him and he begged you not to tell anyone.

Ever since then you both formed a friendship and eventually turned into something else. You weren’t official per se, but he treats you good. He treats you how a real man should. He treats you better than the last asshole you dated. The conversation and the sex were the best you’ve had in your life.

Bad news because it meant it was the end for the both of you. He didn’t even say anything to you when he left. Everyone, especially the EXO members were hurt when he decided to leave. But they didn’t know you were hurting the most. Because you were his emotional rock when he was struggling. You were patient with him and you were by his side always, listening to him when he can’t talk to his members.

The last time you both spoke to each other was a few months after he left. He kept apologizing and saying that he misses you a lot. You were silent most of the phone call, only answering a few ‘hmms’ or ‘yeahs’ while he talked. You know he only said those words to appease your silent strife. He knew you were upset but you chose not to speak up since you know the unspoken boundaries you both set for each other.

You understand why he left, but you never understood why he didn’t let you know of him leaving. You thought all those years of conversations out and in between the sheets, he would at least tell you of his plan. You knew this would happen; you were a witness when the three members of TVXQ and Han Geng left. You were just new to the company that time, and everyone was shaken because of it.

After Kris hangs up, you cried and didn’t notice that Chanyeol was just behind you all throughout the phone call and he heard everything clearly. From whom it was you were talking with and to the relationship you shared with Kris. At first, he was angry. Angry because you get to at least talk to Kris while the members didn’t even get a simple text message from him.

And that night was the start of the shitstorm that is Park Chanyeol.

Chanyeol’s demeanor towards you changed dramatically overnight. He was the playful and teasing kind, but with you, not anymore. From being friendly, he started being civil and professional around you. Nobody seemed to notice except you and it bothered you to a point where you have to confront him.

But when you did, he just scoffed and brushed you off as if you’re just nothing. He told you everything was fine and that you both should forget what happened.

So you did, you tried to mirror his attitude, which only took you a few weeks to succeed. But then you notice that he also started to look at you longingly, and sometimes judgingly. He seemed to always be in some kind of spell whenever you walk into a room he was in. But then he’ll snap back to life when he notices you’re looking back. He was hot and cold.

“What happened to Chanyeol?” Jae suddenly asks you, interrupting you from your intense focus on your shared TV. You and your roommate were catching up on your favorite TV show because you missed three weeks of it since you just got back from Europe. The EXO boys filmed in different places for their comeback.

“What happened to him?” You replied nonchalantly. You tried to ignore that she mentioned Chanyeol again.

“Like, why is he so mad at you? You were not the only one Kris called after leaving. “ Jae said as she puffed air to blow away a strand of hair on her face. Her right hand was greased with butter and popcorn bits, the other holding a can of beer.

The two of you finally get a well-deserved break after working non-stop for five weeks straight.

“What do you mean I wasn’t the only one who Kris called?” You scrunch your forehead and finally faced her with a big question mark forming on your face.

“After Kris called you, he called Luhan. I guess I forgot to tell you.” She shrugged her shoulders and grabbed a handful of her snack and popped it one by one inside her mouth. Luhan left SM 6 months after Kris did, but the difference between them was that Luhan told every one of his plans and most of the EXO boys supported his decisions.

You sighed, feeling tired all of a sudden and lazily focused your eyes back to the television, ignoring the fact that your friend forgot to tell you that one important detail. After a while, Game of Thrones suddenly seems uninteresting, you yawned and excused yourself, telling Jae you’re sleepy. She greets you good night as she promised you she will never spoil anything to you.

You smiled at her tiredly, convincing her that you’re sleepy. But the truth was, you just wanted to go to your room so you could wallow in self-pity while thinking about Kris again. It has been a year already, but you still can’t shake him off your head.

Soon enough sleep finally found your brain. You slackly stood up from your slump on the bed when your phone’s ringtone suddenly blares out. You jump up in surprise but moved on almost immediately after. You eye your phone and it was Youngjun, your team leader, aka the head of all EXO managers calling.

“Hello?” You answered attentively.

“Oh my gosh finally, somebody answered!” Youngjun groaned in triumph when he heard your voice. The alert in his tone suddenly wakes your mind up.

“What happened?” You replied immediately with concern.

“I know you’re on your day off, but I need you to go to the boys’ dorm. Chanyeol is home alone and very sick. Check if he needs to go to the hospital or not. I can’t go right now because I’m with Kyungsoo on the set. You were the first to answer the call!” Youngjun said in one long breath, explaining the situation.

“Okay, I will be there ASAP!” Your eyes widen when he said that Chanyeol is very sick. You dislike him for ignoring you but it’s still your job to cater to his needs. The moment Youngjun ended the call; you rapidly grab your messenger bag and hoodie from a corner in your room. You check the contents of the bag and were satisfied when all your necessary items are in there and stuff your phone inside.

When you got out of your room, Jae, the main person who was responsible for Chanyeol, is peacefully snoring on the sofa while the TV show continues to play. Her phone is always off whenever she’s on break, that’s probably why Youngjun cannot reach her. You sigh in defeat and decided to let her sleep for now and kick her ass later.

The boys’ dorm, thankfully was just a building away from your apartment. All the staff and artists live near each other so that when they need you, you’ll just cross the bridge that connects from building to building.

When you opened the door, you were met with silence. Where were they all could be, you think to yourself? Why did they leave Chanyeol alone, sick?

Chanyeol’s room was slightly ajar and dark. You pushed it silently and flicked the lights on. You saw him on his bed with his eyes closed, wearing nothing but a thin shirt and sweatpants. You closed the door behind you and dropped your bag on the floor as you make your way to him.

“Chanyeol…” You say as you shake his shoulders gently. His warm palms suddenly caged your wrist and you let out a slight shriek of surprise.

“Oh my God you scared me!” You say as you try to shake away from his strong grip.

Chanyeol unanticipatedly pulls you, making you lose your balance. He caught you just in time and his arm clenches tight around your waist. You are on top of him with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Chanyeol!” You said as you prop yourself up on the side with the hand that Chanyeol wasn’t holding.

“I knew Jae noona will not answer the call, I knew you’d come instead,” Chanyeol whispers, his warm breath blowing a lulling breeze on your face and you suddenly feel your cheeks heat up.

Without warning, Chanyeol twirls your body around, your back resting on the soft bed. He was pinning you down, his arms still around your waist with his legs in between your spread ones. You felt your middle suddenly enflames as his body blankets over you.

“What are you doing?” You question him silently, your voice weirdly sounded weak and small.

Chanyeol finally lets go of your wrist and his hand reach out to brush the strands of hair away from your face. The touch of his hand left a burning feeling on your skin as he trails your jaws and cup your neck with his warm palms.

You closed your eyes preparing for the pain that you thought he will inflict on you, but his hand suddenly slid on the nape of your neck and you felt his moist lips softly touch yours in a gentle kiss. He didn’t move for what felt like hours testing the waters, waiting if you will protest. When you didn’t shift at all, he finally moves his head to the side and presses harder on you to deepen the kiss.

Your skin started quivering when you felt his tongue brush delicately on your upper lip, asking for entrance. For some reason, you slightly open your mouth to respond and his tongue gracefully slithers its way to meet yours.

Chanyeol lets out a small moan from the back of his throat when you reach up your hand to run your fingers through his soft and silky hair. His hips start to gyrate skillfully, his boner growing and a wave of desire radiate through his hip movement straight to your core.

“Is this why you keep ignoring me?” You ask after you both pull away from each other’s kiss. Chanyeol inhales and exhales a deep breath before answering.

“Yes,” Chanyeol said, his eyes never leaving his gaze on you.

“You know you’re so unfair, I always blamed myself on why you hated me.” You closed your eyes and felt the strange pang in your chest grow as you breathe in and out through your mouth.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to deal with my feelings for you. Kris Hyung always knew that I liked you, but he still came for you.” Chanyeol’s confession made you open your eyes to see water pooling around his tear ducts, threatening to fall. You can see the hurt in his eyes and your heart melted immediately.

“Chanyeol I—“ You struggle with your words as he closes his eyes and his tears trickles down his face and dripped on your cheeks, rolling down your neck.

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kpopfanfictrash · 7 years

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49, Chanyeol, cute smut (is that a thing?????) btw you're one of my favorite writers I love u💕

asldkfas THANK YOU! Also LMFAO at your URL I’m cracking up, yesss

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Chanyeol

Prompt: “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex)

Word Count: 1,418

Your brother’s friends are annoying. That’s just a fact. Annoying, loud and spread over every inch of your house. Whenever your brother comes home from college they hang out, congregating in one place or the other. Playing video games, eating all the chips and kicking you out of the living room.

The most annoying of whom is Park Chanyeol. Tall, smirking and usually in your face. Whenever you get a glass of water, he’s there. Whenever you fix a snack, he’s there. Whenever you’re taking laundry from the dryer, he’s there.

Like now. After returning from dance practice you’re honestly exhausted. Leaning up against the counter as you cook ramen, stirring with slow, even movements and trying to ignore your grumbling stomach.

“Whatcha doin’?”

You close your eyes. Chanyeol. “Ignoring you.”

“Ouch.” Park Chanyeol moves into the kitchen, leaning onto the kitchen table. “You hurt me so often, Y/N.”

“And yet, you keep coming back for more.”

He laughs. “I’m a masochist, what can I say?”

You look over at him. “Then you’re welcome for the pain.” Pulling the ramen off the heat, you pour it into a bowl and move towards the sink.

Chanyeol watches. “I’m just saying, you owe me.”

You snort rinsing out the bowl. “Oh, really?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“No.” You move to the stove, setting the bowl on the counter and reaching for a cup. It’s too high so you end up grabbing the counter, jumping higher.

Large hands wrap around you waist, yanking you back.

You crash against a large, firm chest as Chanyeol hisses in your ear. “What the hell are you doing?”

You stumble. His arms don’t move from your body but you turn to face him, surprised. “What?”

Chanyeol reaches behind you, switching off the burner. “You left the burner on!” His eyes are wide, frantic. “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

You blink rapidly up at him. You should move. Should respond. But for some reason, you’re frozen. Unable to look away, unable to breathe. His finger lightly brushes your hip.

“Uh.” You draw a hasty, scattered breath. “Sorry.”

Chanyeol’s gaze darkens. You realize that he still hasn’t moved his hands and he draws a shallow breath. “Y/N.”

“C-hanyeol.”

He smiles at the tremor in your voice. “Yes?”

Instead of answering, you press your lips to his.

You don’t know why you do it. Normally, you hate him. Normally you find Park Chanyeol too loud, too intense… but for some reason, tonight those things no longer seem so bad. His grip tightens on your waist. His gaze is intense as you pull back to look at him.

“What are you doing?” He breathes deeply. “Are you-?”

You kiss him again.

Pressing your body to his, Chanyeol’s mouth opens on instinct. You’re surprised by the excitement coursing through your veins. By the speed your heart makes as he grabs the counter behind you.

His body moves against yours, making you gasp. His hand pushes through your hair, finger tracing your jaw. Despite your protest, he pulls back to look at you. “Shhh.” His eyes gleam. “You have to be quiet or they’ll hear.”

Though you stop talking, you poke his side. “You have to be quiet.”

Chanyeol jumps, letting out a noise.

“Yah.” You squint up at him. “Are you… ticklish?”

“No.”

He says it automatically, and your eyes widen. “You are!”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you smile, gently pulling his lips to yours. “Are too.”

Chanyeol presses forward, responding. His lips break off to trail your jawline and he whispers, “Later.” Pulling away, he pushes a hand through his hair. “I have to go or your brother is going to wonder where I’ve been.” Despite this, he stares at you longer before reluctantly turning away.

You let him go. Nod when he disappears into the next room. You listen to him mumble at your brother. Hear him say something about chips before the sounds of video games resume.

You yourself exit to your bedroom. Hopping in the shower and dragging your hands over you face. Trying to shake these too-strong feelings from your body. When you crash into your bed it’s well after midnight. The sounds of boys playing video games drifts to the top of the stairs and you quickly fall asleep.

It’s some time later when you hear the creak of your door opening.

“Y/N.” You name is a whisper, one you can’t quite make sense of at first. A shadowy figure slips into your room and your door presses shut, the sound quiet. A person steps forward and then - “Oh, SHIT!”

You’re suddenly awake, scrambling out of bed to press your hand against Park Chanyeol’s mouth. You’re unable to stop giggling as he stares, wide-eyed down at you.

That’s when you remember what you’re wearing. Or rather, what you’re not. Just a long t-shirt and some underwear. Hardly enough to cover the top of your legs. Chanyeol lets out a low moan - your hand still covering his lips.

“Why are you doing that to me?” he pleads.

You glower. “Me? I thought I hated you before now.”

He grunts, perturbed and you drop your hand. “I didn’t.” Slowly, he pushes a strand of hair from your face. “I’ve had a crush on you ever since we were little and you stole my capri sun every lunch hour.”

You take a small, quiet breath. “Really?”

“Really.” He bends, hovering a split-second before his lips touch yours. “I really don’t want to mess this up, Y/N.”

“Then kiss me right now.”

Chanyeol smiles as he obeys, lips quickly taking on a fervency you echo. His chest presses against you, the t-shirt doing practically nothing to keep him apart. His hands find your thighs, stroke your hair. He pulls you towards the bed and sits with you astride him.

When he nips gently at your collarbone, you exhale. “Chanyeol?”

Your voice is a question - one he answers by turning you over in to the bed. “Yes?” he mumbles against your skin, tracing down and away. His fingers find the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards. And then your skin is pressed to his, electricity coursing through you.

Chanyeol’s shirt disappears, made quick work of by your hands as you stare, stupefied by the sight.

“What?” He catches you looking. Chanyeol’s gaze moves towards his own, stupidly defined torso. “Is something wrong?”

“I’ll say.” Softly, your fingers trace over his abs. Chanyeol sucks in a breath, fighting to keep his eyes trained on your face. “Is this all from playing basketball behind our house?”

He chuckles. “And chasing after you, don’t forget that.” His lips brush against yours, pulling you back to him.

His hands are eager to touch you. Eager to taste you. His tongue flicks against your body, excitement obvious in every move he makes. You’re responding just as eagerly, pushing into him and yanking him closer. Pulling his pants aside until he’s completely naked.

Then you stutter, staring hesitantly at his frame in the moonlight. He’s completely and utterly beautiful. You tell him as much, blurt it out on impulse and watch his face soften.

Chanyeol’s thumb traces your cheek, eyes wide. “I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world.”

When he resumes kissing, the movement is gentle. Almost as gentle as his hips, aligning with yours. Your hand, guiding him to you. His face, entering.

This isn’t your first time. You’ve had sex before - past boyfriends, a one night stand or two. They might as well have been nothing though, compared the fear you feel at this moment. Standing on a ledge, falling into someone and hoping they’ll catch you. Chanyeol is there too though, giving his whole self and falling as well.

When he starts to move, you’re unable to stop his name on your lips. He’s so large, his body completing yours as he fills you. Thrusting into you over and over. His lips are hot where they brush skin, urging sensation in every part of your body. When you come apart in his arms, he follows, shuddering against you and gasping your name.

You lie like that for a while, eyes drifting shut. A giant, stupid smile stretches his face as he pulls you against him.

A thought occurs to you. “Hey.”

Chanyeol grunts. “Hey?”

“Where does my brother think you are?”

Laughing guiltily, Chanyeol drops a kiss to your nose. “Uh. The bathroom, I think.”

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You belong with me

YoonKook AU based off the Taylor Swift song “You belong with me” cause I’m trash and shouldn’t be allowed to write stories lmfao.

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Yoongi can hear the yelling from his room. Its pretty hard not to. At least not when he’s become so attuned to listening.

Jeongguk is pacing his room when Yoongi looks over, phone against his ear and a frown marring his pretty features. Yoongi wants to march over there and run his fingers the crease in Jeongguk’s brow, maybe kiss him, maybe tell him he loves him, maybe cuddle him for hours to bring that adorable smile back, the one with his front teeth showing like a bunny.

But he can’t.

He shouldn’t.

Not when Jeongguk is arguing with his boyfriend.

Not when Yoongi and Jeongguk have been best friends – and neighbours – for years.

Not when Jeongguk doesn’t love Yoongi back.

He sits on his bed, glancing between the forgotten textbooks that lay before him and his window, watching as Jeongguk moves around in frustration. And Yoongi knows it’s frustration too. Has known the younger for long enough to distinguish the tense shoulders, the slightly narrowed eyes, the teeth chewing precariously on his lower lip. Jeongguk would do those things when they were younger, when a random other kid at the playground didn’t want to let him and Yoongi join their games. Or when he got a little older, and was grounded for the first time because he snuck out to go to a party.

A buzz startles Yoongi from his thoughts, cheeks flushing as he looks down to his phone, finding a text from his very own boy next door.

Gukkie 8:46pm

You look lost in thought :p

Yoongi glances up, eyes widening when he catches sight of Jeongguk sitting on his bed, head tilted to the side ever so slightly and – looking right over here. His heart does a swooping motion quickly, when he flushes and fumbles for his phone to reply, Jeongguk tilting his head back in a silent laugh.

Yoongi 8:50pm

Was just doing homework. ;;

Biting his lip, Yoongi watches as Jeongguk reads the text, nodding in understanding and moving to stand up.

With a brazen act of courage Yoongi didn’t think he’d muster, he quickly typed out another text before the other turned his attention away.

Yoongi 8:51pm

You ok?

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk almost dives for his phone, a little chuckle escaping as he peeks through his bangs, watching, waiting.

Jeongguk types furiously, tongue sticking out and making Yoongi’s breathe leave in one fallow swoop.

Gukkie 8:52pm

Yeah, I’m fine.

Just you know

Tired of all the drama. -_-

Jeongguk shrugs when Yoongi looks back up. He looks so tired. Shoulders sagged now that his frustration has manifested into exhaustion. Yoongi can only imagine what it’s like, being in his position.

Yoongi 8:54pm

I’m sorry ):

... I love you [Draft]

Delete Draft? [Yes] No

Draft Deleted.

When Yoongi gains the courage to look back up across the window, Jeongguk has already closed his curtains, the light dimming. Heaving a sigh, Yoongi flops back down on his bed. Why did he have to be such a coward? If he’d just told Jeongguk how he felt back in freshman year, back when Yoongi was Jeongguk’s whole world, being a year older and all that jazz, then things would’ve been so much different. Instead, he waited, feigning ignorance on his own damn feelings because he thought that Jeongguk wouldn’t leave him. He was a little nerdy, a lot dorky, and far too tall and skinny for his limbs to work properly. Yoongi had no doubt that he would be Jeongguk’s only friend going into his latter years of high school.

Except everything took a turn for the worst.

Or well, worse is a relative term in this case.

Because when Jeongguk arrived in high school, fresh off a summer of working out and puberty hitting him like a goddamn semi truck. The whole school wanted to be his friend. He suddenly had several after school projects, clubs and people that vied for his every second of extra attention. And because Yoongi was thoughtful, and considerate, he shook off Jeongguk’s apologies when he missed a hangout between them, when he cancelled on their weekly Saturday night impromptu piano classes, or when he stopped texting Yoongi back in general.

It was fine though, because they were still neighbours. They still walked to school together. Yoongi still waited at the bench on the curb between their houses for Jeongguk every morning, a book in his lap and music playing softly.

Everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

Not two weeks into Yoongi’s Junior year, Jeongguk’s sophomore year, when it happened.

Word spread quickly, and at first Yoongi didn’t believe it. He’d spent the latter half of summer vacation hanging out with Jeongguk like they used to, playing video games, Yoongi teaching Jeongguk the piano, or hanging out at the mall, gut loading each other with cheese fries and large sodas. So, it’s understandable that Yoongi chose not to believe the recent gossip. Simply shrugging when someone asked him for confirmation on the topic. Yoongi didn’t know the answer, because Jeongguk hadn’t told him anything since school started.

But then he saw them.

There they were, bold and smiling and oh so popular, flitting around one another with an ease that Yoongi wished he had with the younger.

Jeongguk and Jimin – Yoongi knew of Jimin, but never formally ‘met’ him because of conflicting interests, and you know, jealousy – took the school by storm. Everyone knew about them, or of them, or wanted to be around them.

It’s not that surprising how quickly news spread. Star Quarterback Jeon Jeongguk, holder of one city championship already and he was only in his second year of playing Football, was dating head Cheerleader Park Jimin, the dance prodigy turned Cheer captain that brought his squad to regionals two years in a row. Not only was Jeongguk not out, but everyone knew of him as a bit of a heart breaker, always having piles of girls confessing, but never any one that stuck.

Sure, Jeongguk went on dates with them, but it always ended with a chaste kiss on the cheek or something equally mundane and not at all sexual, and he’d move on to the next.

So to hear that he was now in a committed relationship with none other than loud and proud, LGBTQ advocate Jimin?

Yeah. Yoongi was baffled.

But considering his dwindling place in Jeongguk’s life, what with all the sports and dates and now his boyfriend, Yoongi chose to plainly ignore everything, and simply just keep his cookie cutter part of the deal.

Jeongguk wouldn’t just forget about him.

...Right?

---

Yoongi was sitting at the bench – their bench – early one morning, ear buds in and music loud. He was waiting for Hoseok to show up, being his ride and all that jazz, but had decided to wait outdoors instead of inside, since it was beginning to become chillier nights, this was a rare occasion to be able to sit outside and not freeze to death.

He was so engrossed in his music and novel that he didn’t even hear the door slam behind him, only jumping with a start when a pair of hands covered his eyes.

“-The fuck you think you’re do- Jeongguk?” Yoongi blanked, blinking deadpan as Jeongguk sat gingerly down beside him, albeit a little too close for Yoongi’s heart to handle without beating out of his chest, but beside him nonetheless.

Jeongguk opens his mouth and says something, eyes little crescents as he laughs after.

But Yoongi realizes blatantly that his music is so loud, that he didn’t hear what the other had sad at all. So he quickly ripped his ear buds out, in a haste he hopes the younger didn’t catch, and quietly asks what he’d said.

Jeongguk grins, before repeating, “I asked if I scared you?”

Yoongi bristles, cheeks heating instantly. “No.” He huffs, turning back to look at his book once more. “I was just distracted.”

Jeongguk hums, still smiling, as he reaches over and ever so slowly, tucks a stray strand of dull red hair behind Yoongi’s ear, grinning so wide his bunny teeth are the focal point of his face.

Yoongi feels his blush deepen, reaching his ears and back of his neck as his heart hammers painfully against his ribs. He should’ve worn a hat. Or something. Why did Jeongguk do that? Was the hair in his way? But Yoongi didn’t notice it until after the younger had moved it, so maybe he was just used to it by now. His hair was getting longer.

“Thank you.” Yoongi shyly says, chewing his lip as he looks up through his lashes. Jeongguk is still smiling, but there such a fond twinkle to his eye that Yoongi swears he’s never had while looking at Jimin.

Or you.

“So what are you waiting out here for?” Jeongguk startles him out of his thoughts again, throwing an arm over the back of the bench and letting his fingers play idly with a few strands of Yoongi’s hair. It’s a distracting aspect, considering Yoongi is trying so hard not to just lean into his hand, to further embarrass himself in front of the younger.

Clearing his throat and looking down the road, Yoongi tries to look as unaffected as possible. Tries being the operative word here. “Hoseok is picking me up, so I figured I’d wait outside today.”

Something passes across Jeongguk’s features quickly, but is gone before Yoongi can look too far into it. He’s smiling again, although his one is a bit more tight, a lot more forced than a few minutes ago. “Hoseok huh? You’ve seem to take a liking to him lately.”

Yoongi flushes again, sputtering for a response. “He’s in most of my classes, so he’s been helping me with stuff I can’t seem to understand.” Swallowing thickly through the tension, Yoongi quietly adds. “Plus, he’s been making an effort to hang out with me.”

Yoongi sees the exact second Jeongguk understands the underlying meaning behind his words. Sees the wave of emotion wash across his features in such a quick pace, he’s surprised Jeongguk doesn’t get whiplash.

Gone is the smiling, bunny like boy next door before him.

Here is the stoic, hard featured Jeon Jeongguk, who retracts the arm laying haphazardly against the back of the bench so quick, he almost hits himself in the face.

Yoongi wants to apologize.

Wants to turn back the clock and stay inside this morning.

But before he can get a word out, a car horn is blaring down the road.

Both Yoongi and Jeongguk turn to look at who’s arrival is so alarmingly loud at 8 in the morning. The screeching of tires is louder than the horn, the music even louder. The convertible comes to a stop before them, bringing forward a nasty smell of burnt rubber and gasoline. Yoongi crinkles his nose in disgust at the intrusion, rolling his eyes when Jimin honks again.

“Hey baby!” Jimin hollers, waving his tiny hand around like there is someone else Jeongguk might mistake him for.

Jeongguk sighs, but plasters a smile on his face and stands, not even throwing a fleeting look back at Yoongi. He shuffles into the candy red car, tossing his gym bag in the back that Yoongi was unaware he even had out here, before plopping down into the passenger seat. Not a second before his ass hits the upholstery does Jimin reaches out a hand, stubby fingers locking around the back of Jeongguk’s neck, pulling him down and into a kiss.

Something painful lodges itself in Yoongi’s throat as he watches, dumbstruck and unable to turn away as Jimin moans out a quiet sound. Red hot jealousy courses through his veins as he catches gaze with Jimin, who is smirking something wicked as Jeongguk presumably kisses his neck, tilting his head to the side and moaning a little louder at something the younger does. Yoongi tries. He really does. He tries to look away. To ignore the painful throb of his heart in his chest, to ignore the devilish glint in Jimin’s eye.

But he can’t.

The burning behind his eyes indicate just how close he is to tears though, so with a painful breathe, Yoongi stands, turning his back to the couple making out in the car.

Within seconds the sound of another vehicle breaks through the murky waters of Yoongi’s mind, alerting him of his own ride. Shaking his head to rid himself of nasty thoughts, Yoongi shot one last look at Jeongguk – who still had his face in Jimin’s neck, like how do you even breathe??? - before making his way down the road to Hoseok’s Jeep, hopping into the passenger seat with ease.

“Yo, Yoongles. What’s up?” Hoseok asks, obviously to the tension outside, unaware of Yoongi’s soured mood and dampening mental.

“Nothing much Hobi, how’s your morning?” Yoongi asks, leaning his head against the window as Hoseok pulls away, driving past the still – its a wonder Jimin’s neck isn’t spit covered and dripping with all that kissing – making out couple.

Jeongguk looks up from Jimin’s neck as they pass. A dark look in his eyes.

Yoongi pays no mind to Hoseok the rest of the way to school, and if the other notices, he sure doesn’t say anything.

---

When Yoongi arrives home, he’s not even surprised to see Taehyung lounging on his bed. The younger has been an avid part of Yoongi’s life since he helped him in pre-cal last year. Now Taehyung insists that he owes Yoongi his life – and in turn, his undying attention and affection.

As long as no one tells Taehyung that Yoongi actually really likes the affection, then everything is good.

“Hey Tae.” Yoongi says as his backpack drops to the ground with a thud, throwing his lithe body into the computer chair near his desk. “What do I owe this pleasure?”

Taehyung smiles wide, that boxy boyish smile Yoongi might have fallen in love with at one time or another, before hoping off the bed with ease. “We’re gonna give you a makeover!”

“We?” Yoongi quirks a brow, twirling around in his chair slowly. “And why are we doing this?”

Taehyung huffs, yanking the smaller male to his feet with ease. “Because! It’ll help with your confidence! And general self esteem!”

Yoongi opens his mouth to protest that his confidence is perfectly fine, but before he can, Taehyung adds:

“Plus I know you’re in love with Gukkie! So we’re gonna win his heart over! Got it? Good!” Yoongi feels his cheeks heat instantly, a bright burning feeling that matches the bright shade of the youngers hair before him.

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking – about.” He stutters, embarrassing himself more with the jumbled sentence. “Shut up.”

Taehyung’s tinkling laughter is bouncing off the walls as he meanders over to Yoongi’s closet, choosing to ignore the grumbling of the older. “Now see, I don’t know why Gukkie doesn’t just go for you instead of that attention whore Jimin.”

“Jimin is head cheerleader. It makes sense that they’re together.” Yoongi adds quietly, moving to sit on the bed and watch more closely as Taehyung begins to pull random clothing from the closet. “I’m on the bleachers.” He adds, shaking his head when Taehyung shows him a pair of leather pants with a grin. “C’mon Taetae. Jimin wears mini skirts and makeup! I wear band shirts and plaid.” He shakes his head again when Taehyung throws a pair of ripped up black skinny jeans on the bed beside him. “Jeongguk doesn’t like me, he doesn’t see me.”

Taehyung sighs, sitting down beside Yoongi and grabbing his hand. “Yoongi. Jeongguk likes you. Like a lot. I can see it. Hoseok can see it. The only people who don’t,” he presses a finger against Yoongi’s breastbone, a soft smile on his face, “is you and him. But we will make him see. He’ll wake up and find that you’re what he’s been looking for this whole time, alright?”

Yoongi sighs, a heavy breathe leaving him in a whoosh. He can’t argue with Taehyung, it’d be never ending and impossible to win. So he just bites his lip and nods, laughing when the younger pulls him up and pushes the skinny jeans into his arms. “I’ll try stuff on with you, ok?”

Taehyung’s laughter echoes through the room when Yoongi nods again, taking the jeans and heading to the closet.

Half hour later, and the pair are dressed in all black, Yoongi in a leather jacket while Taehyung rocks a blazer, each adorned with a thin black choker, giggling to one another as they dance around to the music blaring through Yoongi’s speakers.

Yoongi is so distracted by the dancing, singing, playing around with Taehyung that he doesn’t notice his phone go off, nor does he notice Jeongguk watching, a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.

---

It’s the night of a big game. Yoongi didn’t want to go. Him and Jeongguk were still not talking much, not even their nightly window texting charades were kept up in their tense few weeks. Taehyung insists that Jeongguk is just brooding, possibly jealous of Hoseok, or even Taehyung himself – even though the pair are best friends and spend more than enough time with one another.

Hoseok had diligently hoped on the ‘Get Yoongi and Jeongguk together’ bandwagon, even baking cupcakes for their weekly get together to talk strategy.

Taehyung and Hoseok had come over early on, carrying clothing and cheeky smiles as they pressed themselves into his room, ignoring his pleas and disapproval.

(“Gukkie is gonna love this look on you, I swear!” Taehyung had said while pulling Yoongi’s shirt off his upper body.

“It’s gonna be great, I promise.” Hoseok supplies, pulling out miscellaneous makeup items from a small pouch.)

So here Yoongi sat, squished between an excited Hoseok hollering at his friend who’s playing, and an even more energetic Taehyung, who’s clad in Namjoon’s jersey and covered in face paint, screaming his head off about his boyfriend being the best.

“Guys. I really don’t want to be here.” Yoongi whines, shifting around as he tries to nonchalantly look for a certain number 97. “Why can’t I just go sit at home? I have homework you know.”

Taehyung huffs, shaking his head. “You have all weekend to do your damn homework Yoongi! Enjoy yourself! We should be winning this by a long shot. So we’re gonna head to an after party at Jackson’s place, alright?”

Yoongi groans in response, shaking his head and making to stand up before the shrill sound of the whistle distracts him. Looking up with a quirked brow, he very easily finds Jeongguk among the crowd of players, helmet in hand and – looking right over here.

Jeongguk is looking at Yoongi.

Jeongguk is staring.

At Yoongi.

Yoongi blanks, mouth going dry as he stands, silent and not moving as the younger lifts a hand, waving slowly, a boyish smile gracing his beautiful features. Yoongi swallows hard past the lump in his throat, looking around quickly, scanning to see if Jeongguk was waving at someone else – anyone else. But Yoongi comes up blank, everyone around him distracted by something else, or watching other players.

A sharp elbow hits his ribs, pulling a pained gasp from Yoongi.

“You gonna stand there ogling all night? Or you gonna wave back?” Taehyung asks, wiggling his eyebrows when Yoongi glares down at him.

“He’s not even waving at me Tae! Shut up.” Yoongi fires back, hoping the darkening daylight is enough to cover his flushed cheeks. Sparing another glace to where Jeongguk is still standing and still staring, Yoongi finally sighs, raising a hand slowly and waves precariously back.

Jeongguk’s smile gets even brighter, before he nods slightly. And he’s putting on his helmet and running down the field to the rest of his team.

Yoongi’s heart is beating so loud, he hopes Taehyung and Hoseok can’t hear it.

They probably can.

---

Halftime comes with a loud cheer.

Their schools team is in the lead, by a fair margin at that, but Taehyung insists they will win. So Yoongi isn’t allowed to leave yet.

Hoseok leaves to grab more snacks, and to say hi to his friend quickly. Taehyung is bouncing in his seat, waiting patiently to see if Namjoon will come out to see him before the third quarter starts. Yoongi is just as nervous, for what? He’s not sure.

He watches idly as their cheer squad heads out to the middle of the field, situating themselves in well trained poses and lines. Yoongi sees Jimin give an order, before turning to the bleachers and smiling wide, eyes little crescents on his tiny face.

If he wasn’t such a bitch, Yoongi might’ve liked him too.

Jimin shouts out a command, and the music starts.

The squad starts, two members flipping forward while Jimin and another girl are tossed high up, landing on their feet with big smiles and even bigger poses. It continues like this for another 10ish minutes, before they start shouting out commands for the crowd to follow. Yoongi startles when a guy behind him bellows out a near shriek when Jimin says ‘everyone scream!’.

Then their done, and Yoongi watches as Jimin and his team make their way back to the chairs they were once seated on. Jimin turns right before making it back to the rows of chairs though, and begins chatting animatedly with a player from the other team.

Yoongi feels his blood run hot when he watches, idly and seething, as Jimin laughs brightly, head back and hand landing on the bicep of the random player. Random player guy reaches out then, a precariously placed hand on Jimin’s tiny waist. Jimin pushes into the touch, a darker smile covering his otherwise angel like features.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi whispers under his breath, knuckles so tight they’re white from blood loss. He doesn’t see them shaking, but he can feel it when he unclenches his fingers. How can someone who has Jeongguk, who’s been dating Jeongguk for years, be so outwardly flirting with a complete stranger??

“So I totally got to see Joonie before he went back in to get the pep talk from Gukkie and – hey, you ok?” Taehyung asks, fingers tentatively reaching out to pry Yoongi’s fingers apart, concern washing over his features quickly. “What’s wrong?”

Hoseok arrives back soon after, smile wiped clean when he takes one look at Yoongi, cheeks flushed red with agitation and fingers gone stiff and sore from their clenched position on his lap.

“Yo, what’s up with him?” Taehyung shakes his head at Hoseok’s question, hand rubbing slow circles around Yoongi’s back in hopes of easing the tension.

But Yoongi can’t seem to calm down. All he sees is red as Jimin leans closer to random player dude, eyes that same dark desire that they are when Yoongi catches a glimpse of him and Jeongguk in Jeongguk’s bedroom.

Yoongi wants to march down there and rip Jimin’s stubby little fingers off of the random guy, wants to shout in his face and scream and hit him and make him see how stupid and reckless he’s being with Jeongguk’s heart at this moment.

But Jeongguk shows up in his peripheral then, and Yoongi freezes.

“No no no, shit.” Yoongi stands quickly, pushing past Taehyung – who’s now even more confused, calling his name over and over but Yoongi ignores him – and makes his way to the steps leading down to the field. He has to get to Jeongguk. Has to stop him from seeing.

From hurting.

But as he hits the second last step, he hears it.

“Jimin?” Jeongguk’s voice is timid, like a scared animal. “Who’s this?”

Jimin sighs, Yoongi can hear the sound from where he stands, stalk still. It causes more anger to burn into him. To think, Jimin is treating Jeongguk finding him flirting with someone else as a chore.

“This is Jin! Isn’t he cute?” Jimin turns then, angel like smile back on his face. Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head as he goes to move down the steps again.

“What’s going on?” Jeongguk asks. Yoongi stops again. Jeongguk sounds so sad.

“Jin invited me to his after party.” Jimin replies, a little bounce in his step as he places a hand back on random player guy’s – Jin – shoulder.

“Are you serious?”

Yoongi looks up quickly, seeing the anger wash over Jeongguk’s features instantly. His fingers curl into fists, his eyes narrowing as he zeros in on Jimin’s fingers curling around the collar of Jin’s jersey. “What the fuck are you doing Jimin?!” Yoongi startles at Jeongguk’s raised voice, not loud enough to be heard from where he was formerly sitting with Taehyung and Hoseok, but from where he stood now, he could hear it loud as day.

Jimin’s smile turns sickly then, and his eyes narrow slightly. “I’m just talking Gukkie. Can’t you see that?”

Jeongguk grits his teeth, responding through his frustration. “Like you were just talking with Jaebum? Or what about when you were just talking to Kihyun?”

Yoongi gasps, watches from his perch on the steps as Jeongguk’s lower lip wobbles slightly, easy to miss if you weren’t watching. Jeongguk clenches his eyes shut tight, taking a deep, shaky breath, before letting it out even slower.

“You know what?” Jeongguk says then, quieter but more emotion. “Fuck this. I’m done.” He turns on his heel then, brushing off the hand Jimin reaches out and puts on his wrist.

“Gukkie wait!”

“Go to hell Jimin.” Jeongguk seethes, tossing his helmet down in anger and taking off towards the steps.

Right towards Yoongi.

Yoongi – for lack of a better word – freaks out then. His hand start to shake easily when Jeongguk is at the base of the stairs. His fingers itch to reach out when Jeongguk’s on the first step.

But Jeongguk brushes past him quickly.

Yoongi can’t tell if it’s imagination or not, but he swears Jeongguk had shiny streaks of wetness running down his cheeks, eyes bright.

“Jeongguk..” Yoongi turns, whispers into the air as he watches Jeongguk take off up the stairs, then over the railing and down the other side, out of view and probably breaking quickly.

“....Wait.” Yoongi whispers again, a tear escaping his burning eyes then. Yoongi hastily wipes it away and takes off up the stairs, determined to catch the younger before he leaves.

But as he reaches the top step, he catches sight of Jeongguk, face in his hands as he jumps into an awaiting car.

“Gukkie..” Yoongi reaches out, but the car is already turning away. “Wait for me, please.”

---

New spreads quick.

Star quarterback Jeon Jeongguk leaves in the middle of last nights game, breaks up with head cheerleader Park Jimin right before bolting!

Yoongi sighs at the school newspaper laying on the table, shaking his head and picking it up to toss is in the garbage.

Yoongi had made it home last night to find Jeongguk’s curtain closed, phone off and lights dark. He didn’t pick up any calls, nor did he even read the messages Yoongi had sent him.

Now the younger wasn’t even at school, and Yoongi would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. Jeongguk never missed class. At least not unless he was literally dying from an illness, but then he would let Yoongi know to get him his schoolwork.

Now though?

Jeongguk was ghosting everyone – Taehyung included – and now ditching class.

Yoongi clenched his teeth and ignored the pain flaring in his chest at the thought of the younger being in pain, of handling that pain alone.

Next time he sees Jeongguk, he’s going to talk to him.

Truthfully.

---

Jeongguk arrives back at school the following Thursday, dark shadows under his eyes looking closer to makeup or bruises than his normal, lively skin. Yoongi watches as he meanders through the hallway, pace slow like he doesn’t care where he goes or when he gets there. He walks behind him a little ways back, watching as he weaves in and out of the crowd, many people passing by him with loud whispers and pointing, staring unabashedly.

Jeongguk ignores them all.

Even the girl that steps up to him slowly, a flowery note in her hands as she shyly hands it off, cheeks pink and eyes on the floor.

Jeongguk looks down at the note, but shakes his head and hands it back, brushing past the girl even when tears start to fall.

Yoongi doesn’t talk to Jeongguk yet.

---

It’s prom night and Yoongi isn’t going.

Not that he doesn’t want to go. He does. Taehyung and Hoseok also want him to go, Hoseok even asking him as a ‘friend date’ but Yoongi declined.

Things were still tense at school, since Jeongguk and Jimin broke up. Jimin is handling it fine, already dancing around the school corridors, loudly talking to anybody that will listen about “Seokjinnie!”

Yoongi hates it.

Hates that Jeongguk still looks pale, face lack of colour and that pretty smile. Hates that Jeongguk is still sad when Jimin hurt him, used him, threw him away, and doesn’t seem to care at all about Jeongguk’s well being. Yoongi hates Jimin.

And where there’s a party, especially one this fancy and formal, there’s Jimin.

So here is Yoongi, music coming through his speakers, bouncing off the poster clad walls and ringing in his ears as he lounges on his bed, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, textbooks open and fingers poised with a pen. He’s trying to do homework (keyword, trying), but his mind keeps wandering.

There’s movement to his right, alerting his constantly active mind of Jeongguk’s presence in his bedroom, before the light gets turned on.

Yoongi watches idly, pen between his lips as Jeongguk flits around his room, looking quite frantic like he’s lost something. Yoongi smiles at his antics, tilting his head to continue watching. Jeongguk spins in a circle, before throwing his arms up in what Yoongi assumes is success before the younger disappears behind the wall.

With a shrug, Yoongi goes back to his work, ignoring the pitter patter of the butterflies in his stomach at seeing Jeongguk looking so alive again.

He’s only pulled from a particularly tricky math question by the sound of his phone going off.

Gukkie 7:14pm

You coming tonight?

Yoongi blinks down at his screen, once, twice, before looking over to his window and across, startling when he catches sight of Jeongguk standing there.

In a suit.

Holy shit.

Yoongi’s brain sort of short circuits, only a little bit, as he blankly stares at how the material stretches over his biceps with ease, makes his shoulders look wider and his waist look thinner and holy shit Yoongi might be dying.

Or dreaming.

Definitely dreaming.

His phone goes off again, and Yoongi jumps back to reality to bad, he throws his textbook off his bed with a loud thump.

Gukkie 7:16pm

Yoongi?

LMAO

Did you just

toss

your math textbook on the floor??????

Yoongi flushes bright red at the texts, hoping and praying Jeongguk can’t see the flush from where he stands. He shakes his head quickly, furiously typing back a response.

Yoongi 7:17pm

No >.>

And no.

Studying. :/

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk reads the messages with a small smile still on his face, but it slowly drops as he rereads the message, looking back up and pouting – literally pouting at Yoongi! - before typing again.

Gukkie 7:18pm

Oh.

I see.

Yoongi 7:18pm

...I love you [Draft]

Please don’t leave me. [Draft]

Delete Drafts? [Yes] No

Drafts Deleted.

Yoongi feels a painful tug on his heart. It’s not normal to feel this disappointed in himself, but with Jeongguk still pouting at him, it’s impossible not to feel down. Yoongi shrugs as Jeongguk playfully waves him over, but the younger finally heaves a visible sigh and waves once again before turning around and leaving his room.

Yoongi tries to rub the pain in his chest away with a few fingers on his breastbone, but with no avail.

Should he go?

Jeongguk was going alone, so clearly Yoongi can too.

He could call Hoseok up, maybe agree to his ‘friend date’?

But what if Jeongguk has a date he’s meeting there? Wouldn’t that be just the best for Yoongi’s health. Hype himself up so much that he gets even more crushed by going?

No thanks.

But what if Jeongguk is actually going alone? What if he’s going just cause he wants to go, and not because someone (read: Jimin) asked him to go? What if Yoongi went, and Jeongguk found him in the crowd? Would Yoongi be able to talk to him then? Or would he have to pretend he hasn’t been in love with Jeongguk for the past 6 years?

Before he could even think of an answer to his million questions, his phone pings again.

Gukkie 7:25pm

Wish you were here. <3

Yoongi stares down at his phone with his knuckles turning white around the device, breathing hiccuping as he tries to process how in the fuck he’s supposed to interpret that.

What if Jeongguk went just so Yoongi would follow?

Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat, and before his courage dissolves, he texts Taehyung.

Yoongi 7:32pm

Taetae!

SOS

I need your help!

---

“This is gonna be so much fun!” Taehyung’s shouting at this point, bouncing around in the car so much Yoongi can feel it moving so easily.

“Baby, you gotta relax.” Namjoon cuts in, hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and pulling him to sit down. “It’s just a formal dance, not a rave.”

“But Joonie! Yoongi is here!” Taehyung cries, but despite the pouting, he’s situating himself to be comfier in the confines of Namjoon’s big biceps, wrapped precariously in a suit jacket that looks a wee bit too tight on the taller male.

But Yoongi can’t complain.

“That’s right baby, but if you don’t stop, you’re going to end up kicking Yoongi in the face.” Namjoon chides, brushing a hand through Taehyung’s hair when the younger whines in response.

“I’m fine, thank you though.” Yoongi cuts in then, shaking his head with a smile when Taehyung grins that boxy boyish smile, nuzzling his face into Namjoon’s neck easily. “Taetae, what you are doing?” Yoongi asks, grinning at the pair.

Namjoon flushes, lips in a thin line as Taehyung continues to do something to his neck, but Taehyung just giggles instead of replying, nuzzling closer. Namjoon whines then, flushing darker red at the noise escaping.

Yoongi stifles a laugh at Namjoon’s noise of indignation when Taehyung backs off then, laughing uncontrollably beside the older.

“You are horrible Taehyung.”

“Sure I am handsome,” Taehyung grins, snuggling into Namjoon’s side as he says so.

---

“You came!” Hoseok says as he pulls Yoongi into a tight embrace, a smile so bright it rivals the sun adoring his lips when Yoongi pulls back.

“Yeah. Figured why not, right?” Yoongi shrugs then, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, even when he feels his neck break out in a cold sweat at the idea of being this close to Jeongguk after so many weeks of ghosting. “Where’s your date?”

Hoseok bellows a laugh, pointing somewhere behind him. “Soyeon’s off with her friends, ‘I need to fix my makeup Hobi!’ she said, but she looked fine to me.”

Yoongi grunts in lieu of responding, eyes snapping around the room quickly. He’s trying to not look for Jeongguk, but his body is positively buzzing with extra energy and Yoongi just can’t seem to sit still. Or well, stand still, but whatever. Hoseok seems to notice, even with Yoongi’s attempt to brush it off as nothing, before he smiles something wicked and jerks his chin to the left.

“He’s over there. Hanging out with Yugyeom and his friends.”

Yoongi feigns ignorance, shrugging when Hoseok guffaws at his shitty acting skills. “Who?” Yoongi asks, looking the opposite direction and chewing on his lip.

“Alright, whatever man.” Hoseok abides, but quickly shifts gears as he dusts invisible dirt off his outfit. “Wanna dance with me? You know, as payback for denying my request but still coming anyway?” Yoongi sighs, but nods, grinning when Hoseok bows low and grasps Yoongi’s fingers in his own, placing an exaggerated kiss on the back of it before rising.

“Hobi! Stop!” Yoongi chides, cheeks heating up as people steal glances at the duo.

Hoseok snorts as he drags Yoongi closer to the middle of the dance floor. “Alright, alright. Can’t make it seem like you don’t still have feelings for loverboy, can i?” He grins wider when Yoongi’s blush gets darker, sputtering a failed retort before sighing.

“By the way! You look fucking hot!” Hoseok says after the first song ends, his cheeks tinted pink with exertion.

Yoongi grins then, before shimming his body in a failed body roll, laughing when Hoseok chokes on his spit and begins coughing.

“Please never do that again!” Hoseok yells, face flushed from choking and dancing and probably something else. Yoongi just grins wider, and twirls around once more.

“Taetae picked it out.” Yoongi finally informed him, laughing when Hoseok nods in apparent agreement.

“When did you dye your hair?” Hoseok asks, pointing a finger to Yoongi’s head like he himself didn’t notice the sudden change from red to black. Taehyung had insisted that a new hair colour was needed to complete the outfit.

Which was why the three of them were over an hour late for the dance, but whatever.

“Earlier. Taetae said I needed a change, and I agreed.” Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair slowly, heaving a slow breath. “Does it look ok?”

Hoseok narrows his eyes. “Ok? Ok?? Yoongi! You look fucking amazing. Like holy shit I’m so upset at your for being so in love with Je-”

“With who?”

Yoongi freezes then. Hoseok swallows audibly. He’s looking at something – or someone – over Yoongi’s shoulder, but Yoongi doesn’t need a psychic to tell him who when he knows exactly who it is.

“Uh, nothing.” Hoseok chirps, before shooting Yoongi a dangerous look and excusing himself away quickly.

“Hoseok!” Yoongi shouts, but flinches when the voice behind him speaks again.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming?”

Yoongi turns slowly, eyes following the movement of his feet as he comes to stand in front of Jeongguk. His stance is casual, and his leg is bouncing, so Yoongi knows he’s getting impatient. He knows not to test the youngers patience either, seeing as how Jeongguk tends to get whinier and poutier when he doesn’t get what he wants.

“Yoongi?” Jeongguk asks again, taking a step forward but halting when Yoongi inhales sharply, heaving it out in a shaky exhale.

“Jeongguk. Hi.” He finally responds, eyes finally tracking upwards and landing on his collar bones. Not his face, but progress! Plus, they’re really nice collarbones. So who could blame him?

“I thought you weren’t coming tonight?” Jeongguk repeats his question, tilting his head to the side and causing his long hair to shift around his jawline. Yoongi swallows painfully slow, throat suddenly parched and raw.

“I decided to ignore my homework.” Yoongi says as innocently as possible, still not looking the younger in the eye. He sees Jeongguk shift again, arms fumbling for something to do, something to hold or touch.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He doesn’t sound mad. On the contrary, Jeongguk sounds sad, or even a little hurt that Yoongi didn’t think to alert him of his newfound desire to come to the prom.

Yoongi tries to backpedal, tries to gets words out past the sludge in his throat, past the numb feeling of his tongue but nothing works. He stands there, finally staring eye to eye with Jeongguk.

And he can’t do anything.

“Yoongi?” Jeongguk asks quietly, oh so quiet. Yoongi strains to here him, strains to ignore his body screaming at him to reach out. To touch. To hold. To confess.

Isn’t this what he wanted though? For Jeongguk to come see him at the dance? To prove that he’s here alone, and waiting. For what? He doesn’t know. If Jeongguk was here, and willing to search out Yoongi in the crowd of people dancing in this place, then clearly something drew him in. Right?

Right?

Yoongi opens his mouth, closes it, then reopens it. He needs to say something. Needs to tell Jeongguk how much he loves him. How much he means to him.

But before he can get a word out -

“Jeonggukkie!”

Jeongguk curses under his breath at the sound of Jimin’s high pitch squeal, shaking his head and turning on his heel to catch hold of the smaller male launching himself at Jeongguk.

“Baby! Hi! Why aren’t you dancing with me? C’mon!” Jimin hurries through his words, eyes glazed over a little like he’s been drinking.

Yoongi stifles a groan, holding back the dam of tears threatening to spill as he watches, quietly, behind the pair as Jimin surges forward and kisses Jeongguk. He turns then, away and ready to move, to leave or run or just find Taehyung and Hoseok and cry or something when Jimin gasps, catching Yoongi’s attention again.

“Jeongguk! What are you doing baby?” Jimin shrieks, tiny hands curled into fists as Jeongguk pushes Jimin away.

Yoongi gapes as Jeongguk shrugs Jimin’s touches off, shakes his head and turns back to where Yoongi is still standing, still watching.

“JEONGGUK!” Jimin cries then, voice so high it almost breaks glass.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at Yoongi, causing him to giggle abruptly. Jeongguk turns back quickly, but taking a step back – a step towards Yoongi – and shakes his head again. “I told you before Jimin. I’m done. So please. Just leave me alone.”

Yoongi watches, fascinated, as Jimin’s pretty face flushes a dark red, eyes narrowed into slits as he huffs out a whine, then turns on his heel (in heels) and storms off, not before pushing people out of the way in his wrath.

Jeongguk turns back to Yoongi then, and Yoongi just stares.

“Sorry about that.” Jeongguk rubs the back of his head, eyes downcast and cheeks pink.

He raises his eyes again, frowning when he sees the device in Yoongi’s hands, but when he goes to ask, opens his mouth and begins to talk, his phone goes off in his pocket. Silencing him easily.

Yoongi watches in muted distress. Jeongguk’s frown deepens as he reaches for his phone, brows furrowing as he slowly unlocks it. Yoongi is beginning to panic when he sees the screen light up – Jeongguk’s homescreen picture an image of him and Taehyung, squished together and smiling wide. Yoongi isn’t jealous. Not at all. But right now, Yoongi is freaking out. Jeongguk presses his thumb on the messages app, and reads the text.

And rereads it.

And again.

Yoongi 8:54pm

I love you.

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk looks up quickly, opens his mouth to reply, but clearly thinking better of it as he snaps his jaw shut and glares down at his phone, typing quickly.

Yoongi is about to turn on his heels and bolt when the phone in his hands pings with an alert.

Oh shit.

He doesn’t want to see. He doesn’t want to see the rejection. Clear as day. Written out for him in bold letters and a pretty background. Doesn’t want to feel his chest be ripped open in front of all these people – all his peers, his friends, his crush.

But Jeongguk’s eyes are pleading, and Yoongi can’t say no to him no matter how hard he tries.

Gukkie 8:57pm

I love you.

Yoongi gasps. Jeongguk surges forward.

The background people become a blur, the noise muted. Yoongi watches in stilted silence as Jeongguk takes one, two, three steps and is face to face with him instantly. He’s looking down at Yoongi with so much adoration, so much want, so much love. Yoongi feels his chest blossom, with love, with pride, with a smile and a giggle, with a young boy who was too shy to talk to anyone but his next door neighbour, with a fearless quarterback that handled a broken foot like a champ.

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk reaches forward, fingers tentative as they search out his face, his cheeks, his jaw, his soul.

Jeongguk smiles then, and his eyes are wet and Yoongi can’t seem to get a word out.

So he does the next best thing.

He uses courage he didn’t think he mustered and surges forward on his own, crashing his lips against Jeongguk’s smile and never letting go.

Jeongguk stills for a second, two, then gains his courage back, and kisses Yoongi back.

He kisses Yoongi back.

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