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thatsdemko · 11 months

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brothers best friend - c.leclerc

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pairings: charles leclerc x gasly!fem!reader

warnings: reader & Charles are oblivious + mentions of alcohol + flirting(if you squint) + drivers & wags being wingmen/women

a/n: can you tell i love a gasly x Charles moment?? gonna plan to do a leclerc x Pierre soon! feedback is always appreciated xx.

it’s a tail as old as time. one everyone sees coming besides the two of you. you’ve liked him ever since you were kids, and he’s liked you ever since high school. you’ve slipped from each others reaches many times up until now. both single and highly unaware of each others feelings.

he’s got his arm draped around the back of your chair. he’s watching you laugh at a joke your brother, Pierre, made. he loves the crinkle lines that form around your eyes, the dimples in your cheeks that you try to cover up with your hands, and the way your head falls back into a laughing fit. god, he’s so obsessed with you.

“what do you say? we call it a night?” Pierre turns to kika, the younger girl shakes her head under your brothers loving gaze.

“no y/n hasn’t finished her wine. it would be rude to leave a glass half empty.” in a way, kika is trying to help you out. she sees the way the both of you look at each other. she’s rooting for tonight to be the night you confess your feelings. it’s why she’s so adamant you finish the glass of wine Charles insisted to pay for.

that’s right, Charles paid for your meal. he refused to let your brother pick up the tab, in fact the two men played rounds of rock, paper, scissors, shoot to declare a clear winner.

“I don’t mind waiting with y/n, if you guys want to leave?” charles suggests. just as Pierre begins to thank him, kika is cutting him off beginning to chat you up. you know what the girl is doing, she’s smart, but you’re a little too tipsy to put up a fight.

“come on, amour. I’m tired.” your brothers whine falls unnoticed to her, but you pick it up sticking your tongue out at him that his own girlfriend was more interested in you than him.

“tell me, y/n, can I count on you to be with me in the alpine garage? or is there someone else?” kika leans in, chin resting in her palm eyeing Charles uneasy shift in his seat. his arm is still draped around the back of your chair, every so often you catch his finger tips grazing the skin on your back.

“someone else? no, I’ll support my brother.” you laugh taking a swig of the contents, eyes finding your brother who’s gesturing to his watch like he has places to be other than the comfort of his bed.

she flashes you a wink beginning to grab her things feeling Pierre pull her arm whispering things that none of you could make out. you’re sure it has to do with him wanting to fall asleep and go home, “have fun with him.” you chuckle, both of you waving your goodbyes to the couple, leaving you both alone now.

“you know you can always visit me.” Charles voice is quiet, he feels so small around you. you hold that gasly elegance that lights up any room and demands attention. he loves it, but he gets intimidated more by you and the power in your hands as if he’s not used to it. as if he hasn’t been around it since you were kids.

“oh Charles, she’s just fooling around.” you sip the last of your wine, feeling the palm of his hand rub against your back almost sure the wine in your mouth was about to come back up.

“if you say so, come on.” he gets up from his seat pulling his jacket off to drape around your shoulders. you thank him with a quick peck on the cheek before following him out of the restaurant to his custom Ferrari.

of all the times you’ve been in Pierre’s fancy cars, nothing compared to the thrill of the Ferrari. especially when Charles drove. his hand always dangerously moved across the center console towards your thigh. your hand usually presses on top of his indicating you don’t want him to move.

he allows you to roll the window down, hair whipping in the wind that the speed of the car has created. if he wasn’t driving, he totally would take the opportunity to watch you. he can see out the corner of his eyes, the smile on your lips as you reach to turn up the radio. favorite song blasting through his speakers, you didn’t care what fans took videos and who saw, you both are in your own world.

he pull into his driveway, reaching to turn the music down now that the joy ride was over, “do you mind if I crash? I can’t drive.” you nervously turn to him knowing the answer was yes, but you still felt it was polite to ask. he secretly wanted you to spend the night, he wants to have more time with you so of course he’s happily agreeing.

“cherie, you can spend as many nights as you want.” he sheepishly smiles watching you climb out of his car, heels crashing against the pavement following him inside.

“you know where the guest room is, I’ll find some clothes you can sleep in. maybe something Ferrari?” he jokes following you up the stairs, both splitting ways. as much as you know he’s joking, he’s also serious. he gives you a Ferrari shirt with the number 16 on it telling you to keep it for the next race.

“Charles, I can’t show up to the alpine garage in red.” you sigh pulling the shirt into your lap, nails tracing the numbers.

“that’s for when you join me, cherie. kika can cheer for Pierre while you cheer for me.”

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the bright red reflects into your sunglasses as you walk the paddock arm in arm with kika. two of you happy to be back at the paddock to support Pierre, but also Charles. he had paddock Ferrari passes arrive at your hotel room before you even entered the space, he so badly wanted you there for him.

“I can’t believe you actually do have someone else to root for.” kika stops in front of the alpine hospitality, for the first time this season you won’t be joining her and your brother. even though you had the alpine pass in your back pocket, Charles was adamant he shows you around a winning garage.

you practically laugh at her words, “please Charles is just a friend.” your words feel weird coming off your tongue. she remembers the many drunk nights you confessed feelings for Charles. she knows you’re lying trying to save face, and in a way your heart reminds you too. because there comes the Ferrari driver in his red pants and red polo with a team member. god, he looked so good in those pants.

“okay if you say so,” she moves up the stairs to the alpine hospitality, you catch your brother in the window and he just waves at you. as much as he wants to be protective of you and tell you not to date Charles, he’s rooting for you both. he knows his friend is trying to hide his feelings for you, but he has the worlds worst poker face.

“cherie, red is your color.” Charles places a friendly kiss to your cheek, both of you turning to walk in the direction of the Ferrari garage. his hand placement is dangerously low on your back as he steers you away from media and fans attempting to walk up to him. he politely declines answering questions, but happily takes pictures with his fans.

you love watching the little smile form on his face hearing words of encouragement for the Ferraris and to him. in a way, he’s hoping you pick up on how much people adore him, he thinks maybe it’ll help you fall in love with him. of course, he’s oblivious and doesn’t know you already are in love with him.

“people really do love you.” you turn once more, heading in an area that was only for drivers and the people who had exclusive access— the garages. he stops and wishes a few drivers well on free practice, they do the same, and even a few give you some confused looks as to why you’re in a Ferrari shirt and not wearing something pink for alpine.

“I hardly notice.” he shrugs trying to play cool, but you read right through it and just laugh pushing your body against his side. he gladly wraps his arm around your waist arriving to the garage where Carlos and isa are chatting with some engineers.

“oh finally someone to talk with!” isa grabs your hands, completely ignoring whatever her boyfriend was now talking about, “thank you, Charles for finally getting another girl in here.” she flashes a smirk to him and he’s sputtering trying to find words. Carlos just laughs having never seen him so lost before.

“don’t get too excited y/n is just Charles friend.” Carlos pats the younger man on the shoulder, “right?” he asks, and it’s like everyone around here knows something you don’t. the words Carlos used hurt a little, but what did you expect? Charles is not smitten for you, it’s the other way around.

“I mean she is my friend but she’s not like just a friend you know?” Charles tries to explain himself but he fails to find the right words. you all watch his face turn the color of his outfit and it’s quite funny. it’s the first time you actually notice he thinks of you as more than what you thought.

“come on isa, let’s leave Charles to finally ask y/n out.” Carlos takes his girlfriend, and the two disappear in the garage leaving you two alone.

you wait, arms crossing over your chest you move closer to him, “don’t be shy, you should know my answer.” you look up at him, eyes glimmering in the light it’s the first time he notices the dilation in your pupils for him.

“you actually want to go out with me?” he’s shocked, all this time he thinks his gestures have gone unnoticed or fallen on deaf ears, but in reality you were right there picking them up.

“if you don’t ask you’ll never know.” you say in a sing song tone, he takes a step closer now, there’s barely any space between the two of you. you can practically hear his breathing pattern under all the noise.

“y/n, will you go on a date with me?”

“was getting worried you’d never ask me, but yes I will.”

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valentinajadehill · 7 months

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trent x little mix ! reader

aunties

axel

wingmen

the search

started vs going

singing

break up

winners

ynwa

crush

sister

surprise

jesy

jealousy

new album

warming up

leigh

power

family

labour

best british group

newborn

lullabies

live

babysitting

announcement

mini mix incoming

hiatus

anfield

surprise

love sweet love

engagement

babies on tour

sent to all

surprise

england game, part two

obsessed wags

meeting

#trent alexander arnold blurbs #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #little mix x reader #little mix imagines

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topazshadowwolf · 1 year

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Fuzzynight mutual pinning

These take place after the first chapter of The Bad Wingmen:

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It was dark in her home. It was made early in the war that consumed her AU. She and others, including the Judge, dug out this hideout that later became a “house” of sorts. Back then, she was only called Balance, if not Toriel. Regardless, it has withstood the test of time, though it still lacked natural light. So, she lit the lantern she left by the door and then walked in.

She stopped locking the door a long time ago.

Not like it mattered. There are only two beings left in this AU. Herself being one and the other being far too large to fit into this burrow of a home.

Perhaps she should have stayed in Nightmare’s castle for longer.

He seemed so embarrassed at first to wear that cat hoodie for her, but he was so adorable in it. Even when he stood then, standing and speaking as properly and in control as possible. The pure fact he was willing to put it on…

She had actually expected him to kindly turn it down. But he didn’t. He might not have put it on in front of his followers, but he still was willing to let himself be seen like that by her. And she saw the way his tentacles gave a little… “happy wag” when she said something about how handsome he was in it. At least, she believed that’s what they signaled. It wasn’t like the irritated lashing or calm curling she had seen them do.

They were so expressive! Oh, he could try putting on a show of bravado or even apathy, but those tendrils will tell the truth every time if she watches them closely. It has to be close because he is alert to their actions and will curb the behaviors if he feels it may reveal something.

Ah! When was she so alert to this? No matter when, there was still so much to learn about their movements, as she had only recently noticed this. It was rather… attractive, dare she say?

How long ago was it that she first faced against him? Though, at that time, it was the corruption she fought. Now she talks with him, shares food and drink, and then she made him that gift.

Oh, what a silly old woman she was. She was falling for him, and now that she thought about it, she knew it was true.

What right does she have to fall in love again?

But she only got home from his castle, and she longed to see him.

Maybe… she won’t stay away as long. But was that right? How long will he tolerate her coming around his home unannounced? Sure, they were working together to bring peace between the brothers and their forces, but she doubted he wanted her around more than needed.

Besides… she didn’t deserve that… Not after her failures.

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He looked at the hoodie, feeling over the stitchwork. His phalanges could feel a soft spark of magic there from her care and focus. That was a sign that she put a lot of care and effort into this. Had… anyone ever made him anything before?

Mother made him his physical form, and the boys did buy joke or serious gifts for him. But this was the first handmade gift he had ever received in his centuries of life. And she looked so happy when he put it on. Her smile grew, and there was a brightness to her eyes. She was beautiful.

Nightmare placed the hoodie on a hanger and hung it in his closet. He will have to wear it again for her. It would be wrong to waste the time and effort she put into it by only wearing it those two short hours. When will she visit again?

Enough sentimental thoughts; he had work to do. Closing the closet, he made his way to the office.

#FuzzyNight #Lyra Toriel #Balance!Toriel #Nightmare!sans #:3c It might be time for me to continue from that hurt comfort one #I do have some of it written #But maybe we need to see a bit more first...

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shadowbunnydragon · 5 months

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Question for Mike and Isaac:

Has Eli himself ever told you guys he likes Lyla, and have you considered being wingmammals (wingmen) for Eli to help him ask out Lyla?

Isaac: "PFFT! No, Eli hasn't said he likes Lyla, but he does get all blushy and stuttery whenever anyone asks him if he does."

Mike: "Yeah, it's pretty obvious how he feels. We have done a few things to try and help him though..."

Isaac, tail wagging: "Like the time we asked the two of them to get some camping supplies out of a storage closet in school, and then the door 'accidentally' locked them in for a half an hour."

Mike: "What's this we business? You set that up all on your own! You didn't even tell me about it until after you proudly came strutting into the meeting room and bragged about locking them in there, twirling the key on your finger."

Isaac's ears lower.

Isaac: "Well, I still think it woulda worked if..."

Mike: "If maybe the door handle on the inside had the lock itself that Eli immediately unlocked? We are real lucky those two thought you'd just run off to try and find the key!" Facepaws. "Anyways, what I was going to say is that we do things like encourage him about being open and honest with the mammals he cares about. And I think he's finally starting to get that we're talking about him and Lyla. Now, the real issue is convincing Kimi to back off..."

Isaac: "Already took care of that!" Tail wags. Mike narrows his eyes.

Mike: "Isaac, what did you do?"

Isaac: "Eli and Lyla are talking outside, so I figured that they deserved some time without a certain tigress barging in."

Mike: "Isaac... what. Did. You. DO?!"

Isaac: "I locked her in the supply closet!"

Mike, facepawing again: "Isaac, we JUST talked about that!"

Isaac: "Don't worry, I got it right this time! I jammed some pennies in between the door and the frame! And I pushed them all the way in, so she's stuck in there good!"

Mike: "... How are we supposed to get her out?"

Isaac: "... Okay, we can call this another learning experience!"

Mike: Sighs "You are so lucky I've gotten my Opening A Barred Door Badge. Let's go."

#human #zootopia #comedy #foundfamily #fanfiction #the door #the keyhole #ao3 fanfic #adoption #shadowbunnydragon #eli hopps #judy hopps #nick wilde

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anonself · 1 year

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Idea! :O

You and Obi-Wan trapped in a closet because one of your friends shoved you two in a closet to get one of you to confess your feelings!! >:3

It was either one of the 212th or Anakin. They’re his self proclaimed “wingmen”. It also could have been Hondo. He thinks he’s hilarious.

It depends on how early in the relationship we are. If we’ve just started falling for each other, there would be no confession. Obi-Wan would still be hoping the feelings would go away, not wanting to go against the Jedi code. I wouldn’t want to get him in trouble for having attachments (and also would be mortified if he found out I had feelings for him.) We’d end up standing there awkwardly until someone else came to open the door.

Later on, though, I would be the one to confess, he’d still be conflicted. Jedi morals are what he was raised on, and all of a sudden he can’t seem to follow them. It’s more out of denial.

I’d probably cry. Especially because I wouldn’t want to get him in trouble with the council. I’m also a dense motherfucker so if the feelings were mutual, I would have no idea unless he told me.

Meanwhile his face is fucking RED. He’s lucky the closet is darker. It lets him have a sliver of dignity.

He’s constantly apologizing to me throughout. He feels awful to have dragged me into this.

As soon as the two of us are let out, whoever put us in there gets scolded. He’s got a disappointed dad sort of talking to ready for them. An Olympic level finger wagging.

We’d have a longer, more serious talk later, away from prying ears. He’s not really sure where to go with this, and neither am I. We’re both not used to this sort of attachment (or much at all, in Obi-Wan’s case.)

The council wouldn’t be informed of this. Anakin wouldn’t say a word and the clones don’t hold the council nearly as high in respect as they do Obi-Wan.

#self ship #self ship community #f/o community #f/o x s/i

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trentlife · 2 years

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request: liverpool have just won the Carabao Cup at Wembley and the reader is dating trent and your at the game supporting him and you travel back with the other wags and players on the coach

The final penalty was seconds away, Kepa slowly walking up to take it, the stadium went silent, suddenly kepas pen took Liverpool to victory of winning the cup. You and Perrie cheering so loudly with happiness that your boys and their team just won another trophy. The stadium lighting up red, red smoke all over, and you'll never walk alone playing in the background. Seeing trent in the distance stood still looking at all the fans warmed your heart. Next minute, one kiss came on and you burst out laughing because it bought back memories of the previous wingmen episodes.

The players began walking up the steps ready to receive their medals and lift the trophy, you where filming such a special moment and then you look closely and see T waving at you, you wave back with a beaming smile on your face.

Trent and Ox where stood next to each other, when Trent leaned over the bar looking for you in all the different boxes underneath where they where stood, he kept looking and looking until he seen you stood there and a big smile appeared on his face, he looked over at alex and alex said to him "there's the girls" on about you and Perrie. Henderson picked up the trophy and done his foot taps he always does before lifting the trophy, then the moment everyone was waiting for the trophy was above his head and confetti flying everywhere.

you walked down to the Wembley tunnel and there you see Trent waiting for you on his phone, you ran up to him giving him a big hug congratulating him and you felt his heart beat on your body, your lips met and the moment was perfect. "I love you" he whispered. "I love you more" you replied back. You only got to see him for about 10 minutes before they all went back in the changing room to celebrate. You and the other girls all went to the bar and had a glass of wine until you would have to get back on the bus and head home.

11pm hit and it was time to head home on the bus back to liverpool, it wasn't just any normal coach, it was one of the double deckers where downstairs was normal tables and upstairs beds. You shared a table with Rachel and Robertson, playing chess, cards and all other types of fun games until you all get tiered.

you rested your head on trents shoulder and his head rested on yours, you automatically felt so safe, you both fell asleep extremely quickly after a long long eventful day.

you both suddenly woke up and decided to head to the beds upstairs. because the beds where only quite small you had to share, it was a tight squeeze but you cuddled up tightly with Trent's arms wrapped around your waist and his warm chest pressed against your body, " goodnight, I love you", you whispered to him, "love you more", he whispered back. You both drifted off back to sleep peacefully in each other's arms.

this was my first ever story sorry about it not being amazing!! 🥲

#trent alexander arnold #trentstories #lfc #trentwrites #fluff #couple stories #explore #explorepage

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1800areyouslapping · 6 years

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Gal pals: what if Okami!Hanzo’s wolves can take on a smaller form, like that of a puppy if they choose and they use this form to help him get the ladies. How does Hanzo feel about his wolves being his wingmen? XD

This would be quite the love-hate relationship with his wingman wolves. Like, imagine Okami!Hanzo wants to summon his wolves in order to impress the local village girl, he’d dropped in to do some trades and hear the latest news, she’s new and he wants to impress her with his monstrous and fearsome wolves! He warns her that she should stand back and Hanzo summons them and when he does her first comment is, “Awah! They’re so adorable!” She laughs and drops down into a squat. Two little fluffy puppy wolves run to her with wagging puffy tales. She says, “Grrrrr, so fearsome!” as they roll over and beg for pets.

Hanzo wants so badly to be annoyed, and mad but she’s hooked in and asking questions. Her smile is very pretty and so is her laughter. It’s not the reaction he was going for but works regardless.

#okami!hanzo #musings #gal pals anon

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nashucks · 6 years

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i can’t imagine you with someone else

Yoo Kihyun (KihyunXReader) | FLUFF, a bit of swearing, he JELLY | because,,, of the song,, jealousy? (STREAM JEALOUSY!) | WC: 4.4k words

Summary: Kihyun absolutely hates the guy you were crushing on, because he thinks he has all the same things the other guy does, so why are you looking at someone else?

a/n: wanted to write a jealousy oneshot and since i’m writing fluff for all of the boys, i guess kihyun fit the image i had in my mind perfectly, so ENJOY! also, sorry i had to make wonho kinda weird in this BUT THIS IS ALL FICTION SO BYE

“Oh, come on now, Y/N, you can’t be fucking serious,” Kihyun bumps his shoulders with you at the counter of the bar, sighing audibly. He taps his fingers anxiously on the glass of his beer bottle.

You look at him, laughing, “I am serious!” You scan across the table, to a tall, dark and handsome figure talking casually to Minhyuk, “He’s hot, Kihyun!”

The boy next to you hung his head down, his own dark hair hanging over him. The guy you were ogling over was no one special, to Kihyun that is. He lets out another heavy sigh.

“And I can’t believe you have Minhyuk talking to him for you.”

Changkyun laughed by Kihyun’s side, massaging his shoulders. “He’s not that bad looking, hyung.”

But for Y/N? Kihyun thought to himself, being shaken by his younger friend’s hands. Not good enough for Y/N, he thought.

Okay, maybe he was a little over protective of you. And maybe a tad jealous.

Just a little bit, he thinks.

He peeked at you from the corner of his eyes and you were literally resting your head on your hands, sighing in admiration over the other guy. Kihyun made a face at you, and you laugh.

“See? Even Kyun agrees,” you tease Kihyun, poking his arm. You let your hand rest on his stiff forearm. Kihyun could feel the heat of your skin through his clothes.

“What’s so great about him?” he asks, his voice dripping in sarcasm as he takes a swig from his drink, a tad curious.

You turn away from the man, leaning with your back on the counter, facing the two male friends of yours. You peek back at him over your shoulder coyly, and start to list.

“Well, I think even if his hair isn’t natural, I love how it looks on him.”

Kihyun unconsciously runs his hands through his hair, ruffling up his naturally brown hair.

“And he has these intense, warm brown eyes…”

Kihyun exchanged a glance with Changkyun, opening his eyes wider. His dongsaeng nods, amused.

I have that, Kihyun thought to himself.

“Oh, and look at those arms though. Like he’s buff, but not too bulky. Ah!”

The boy looked down at himself, thinking he has what it takes. He flexed his arms, coolly, clenching his hands into fists, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Kihyun exchanged glances with Changkyun again, waving his eyebrows. Changkyun smirks, whispering, “Can you not be that obvious, hyung?”

You put your hands over your chest, clasped together dreamily.

“And he’s soooo tall,” you pretend to swoon, spinning once in your spot.

And then, Changkyun bursts out laughing, slapping Kihyun on the back. Kihyun clenched his jaw, scoffing in defeat.

He couldn’t help it that all his friends were giants, he was still tall too. Taller than you, and from your perspective, that would be all that matters right?

Kihyun rolled his eyes, as you fantasized about the other man, incomparable to him. He had all the traits you described, and much, much more to offer to you.

And, of course, he only wanted what was best for you, even though he felt like he had the potential to be a whole lot better than the other dude.

Suddenly, Minhyuk is motioning for you to come over and talk with them. You look nervously at the two boys beside you, smoothing down your hair, and fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

“Go on then, to the man of your dreams,” Changkyun cheered, hanging an arm around Kihyun’s shoulder lazily.

Kihyun was visibly annoyed, his jaw clenched but he waved his hand, motioning for you to go greet them.

You walked over to them, Kihyun’s eyes trailing after your giddy steps. He watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear, and laugh at whatever stupid thing that guy was saying as you introduced yourselves.

“Ugh,” Kihyun grew pale, turning away from the scene, drinking his beer, dropping it back on the counter, empty with a loud clatter.

Changkyun looked at him amusedly. He smiled at his hyung knowingly, not speaking. He dared Kihyun to talk about it first, he knew the brown haired boy would break soon.

Kihyun had his own little fixation on you, Changkyun knew that. Kihyun would talk about the small things you did that day, or ask about you when he was away, or all those times where Changkyun has peaked a look at Kihyun’s screen and he was scrolling through your Instagram.

Kihyun had a crush on you.

A genuine, red-faced, stuttering and clumsy thing for you.

A check your social media thrice daily, and send a text a few minutes late just to be nonchalant, thing for you.

Changkyun sipped his drink, watching you flutter around Hoseok, or whatever the hell his name was. He couldn’t deny that he would rather you be fawning over his Kihyun instead.

You rest a hand on Hoseok’s arm, engaging with him in conversation. You give him your full attention, your eyes twinkling with delight over him.

The tall man flicked your hair over your shoulder, surprising you with his boldness.

Kihyun’s hand clenched around the bottle, his knuckles turning white.

Too close.

Minhyuk is walking back over to you guys, glancing back at the pair of you chatting at the corner of the bar. He’s raising her brows, and making a wide-eyed face. When he’s within earshot of the other men, he finally speaks.

“Sooo, what do you think?” He was just happy at the prospect of putting yourself out there, since he wanted you to start dating, “They look pretty good!”

“Great!”

“God awful.”

Changkyun and Kihyun chime in at the same time, followed by a deadpanned Kihyun, looking on with half lidded eyes, trying to look anywhere else. It was difficult, especially when you’re the brightest soul in the room.

“Terrible choice, Min, I mean, come on,” Kihyun gestures over towards you and the other guy. “He’s wearing white jeans, with holes!” He was trying to hold onto anything as an insult towards this guy, standing in his tall glory, “Pretentious, isn’t it?”

Kihyun huffed, leaning back on the counter, ruffling his hair in annoyance.

Minhyuk laughed, shaking his head, nearly wagging a finger at Kihyun, “Honey, but doesn’t he look good?”

Changkyun nodded in agreement between the two of them, shrugging.

“Hey, looks aren’t everything,” Kihyun contradicted himself, just making fun of his clothes seconds earlier, “Bet he sounds like a total ass hat.” He ordered a new can of beer, he needed a drink to keep his mind off you.

He squinted his eyes at the sight of Hoseok motioning at something with his hands, and you giggling at it, placing a hand on his chest.

Kihyun’s blood was boiling.

“Come on, Kihyun, she looks happy,” Minhyuk spoke, tracing a circle with his fingers on the wooden counter. If you were happy, he was too.

I mean, they all wanted that.

Kihyun rolled his neck in a small circle, annoyed, but he wasn’t going to do anything about it. What could he do about it? You were smiling brightly.

They spent the next hour chatting amongst themselves, sipping drinks and trying to be wingmen for you. You could feel their eyes looking over you through the night.

Kihyun had his back turned to you, trying desperately not to look. He didn’t really want to see that smile aimed at anyone else. He slouched against the counter of the bar, laughing and talking loudly so that maybe you would grow curious and come back.

He wanted you by his side. He would so rather have you giggling and cracking jokes and dancing beside him than some random guy you just met. Besides, Kihyun had all those qualities you so readily swooned over. Except the tall part though, and the blonde hair.

But whatever.

Changkyun and Minhyuk kept an eye on you while talking with Kihyun; checking over his shoulder to see you cozying up with Hoseok. They missed your presence too, at least wishing you would bring the guy over towards the group.

The night rolled on, long and dim.

Hoseok was talking to you about his job, and about some supposedly cool thing at the office. You weren’t too interested, but smiling pretty and nodding along with his story.

You were both leaning against the wall, enjoying the company. It was a little awkward, but meeting someone new was always a little like that, so you weren’t too worried.

He was drinking a whole lot though.

You ran your finger over the lip of your glass, drawing a small circle while you listened. You were growing fidgety just standing in one spot while he spoke. You shifted the weight on your legs, your feet silently killing you.

You glanced over to your group of friends, Changkyun telling a wild story while motioning with his arms. Minhyuk was laughing hard, throwing his head back. And you were sure that Kihyun was laughing too, his form was shaking, but you could only see his back.

He wasn’t facing you.

You could only see his brown hair bouncing, and hear his laugh faintly from the corner of the bar. You felt a little pang of loneliness; you wish you could at least see his face.

You turned back to Hoseok, who was still rambling away, bragging about himself again, and his hand touched your exposed arm, grazing you gently. The scent of alcohol was strong on his breath, and you were starting to wonder how much he had to drink.

He smiled at you, leaning in closer,

“Want to go somewhere cozier?”

You jumped a little, goosebumps forming and a chill running down your spine. You were a little cold and shocked at his touch with your passing thoughts

You stammer a little, caught off guard, “Uhm, no I’m still here with my friends but, “You were pulling out your phone, readying yourself to at least exchange numbers.

Hoseok shook his head, smiling sneakily, “Come on, let’s go out somewhere. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.” His hand was fully holding your arm now, rubbing up and down slowly.

You bit your lip, a little nervous at his forwardness. You shook your head back at him.

“N-no thanks, I’m fine.”

He was generally a nice guy, and you were content with just talking. His physical advances made you uncomfortable and the way he was leaning over you so suddenly scared you.

Hoseok stepped closer to you, invading your personal space, and touched your chin. His eyes were dark; you couldn’t read them.

You did not like this.

Kihyun was still facing away from you, softly humming to the music by himself. He was oblivious to the situation brewing behind him until Minhyuk shook his arm, worry written across his face.

He watched as Changkyun frowned, setting his drink down already walking over to you.

Kihyun raised a brow, “Wait, what’s going on–?”

He turned to see Hoseok holding your arm, and the back of your neck. He pulled you into an unwanted kiss, you were squirming underneath him and trying your best to push at his chest to break away from him.

You were gasping for air when Hoseok broke apart from you, and he was smiling lazily. He was obviously drunk and nearly falling over onto you. You stumble backwards, holding up his sloppy form.

He raised his head to speak, swaggering and pressing his full weight on you, but a familiar voice cut him off.

“What the fuck!”

You whipped your head around, pushing the drunk man off of you. Hoseok stumbled, leaning himself up against the wall, bumping into a nearby table.

It was Kihyun, walking angry towards you. Changkyun was following in suit, his eyes narrowed.

Kihyun stepped in closer to you, pulling you behind him to put himself between you and Hoseok. His back faced you still, you couldn’t see his face, but could imagine it based off his squared up posture.

“Kihyun!”

His hand was outstretched, signaling for you to stay behind him. You felt a small wave of relief fall over you, feeling protected but guilty. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand unconsciously as Changkyun stands next to you, backing up Kihyun. His arms were crossed tightly in front of him.

“What the fuck, man!” Kihyun growls, angled towards the drunk man.

Hoseok waved his hands, his light hair falling in front of his eyes, “What? She was into me!”

Changkyun stepped in front of you then, blocking most of you with his shoulder and retorted, “Well that’s not an excuse to forcefully kiss her, you fucking prick.” His voice sounded calm and level, but you knew better. His voice was only that level when he was angry.

“Well, she talked to me all night,” Hoseok spat, standing up tall, “She owes me that much.”

“You fucker,” You saw Kihyun’s fist shaking, his whole body vibrating in anger. His jaw was clenched tight, and he was giving the most murderous stare to the man before him. He was more than ready to beat this idiot down.

Minhyuk walked up behind you, clutching your shoulders and smoothing down your hair, asking if you were alright.

You nodded, “I’m just a little shaken… I’m fine though.”

Hoseok overheard that, jeering, “See? It’s fine, she liked it!” He motioned with his arms, “Just a little rougher than she’s used to, right boys?”

You watched Changkyun close his eyes and shake his head, silent in disbelief.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucker?” Kihyun erupted, walking to the guy with heavy footsteps. He was ready to murder this man. He stood in front of him, coming up to Hoseok’s nose.

Hoseok looked at him apathetically, still speaking,

“What? I’m speaking the truth.”

Kihyun grabbed his collar, shaking him with a surprising strength, readying to deck him in his pretty face. His face was scrunched in rage as Hoseok cowered slightly.

“Stop!” you call, jogging up to them, you pushed past Changkyun.

Kihyun froze, but didn’t release him.

Hoseok looked at you, stupidly asking, “Coming back for more?” He was standing arrogantly, his weight on one leg.

“Fuck you.”

You scrunched your face and threw your red drink over him, spilling over his face, clothes, and white pants as Kihyun loosened his grip.

You pushed him hard with both hands, and he staggered backwards, bumping against the wall and then falling to the floor, making a large commotion.

Hoseok looked up at you, red liquid dripping down his face, and spat, “What the fuck!” He wiped his face on his arm roughly.

“Hey!” some employees called, coming closer to your group, the entire bar had their eyes on you. You heard a hush whisper fall over the crowd, cameras snapping all around.

Before you could respond, someone was holding your arm back, pulling you away. As you were taken away, you kicked his boot hard, while he was still struggling to get up off the floor.

The strong arm guided you out of the bar, and as you continued to look back you saw Minhyuk pour another drink over his head while shouting some profanities.

You cracked a small smile, finally looking forward to see who was pulling out of the bar into the cool air. You see Changkyun walking alongside you, his hand pressed hard on your back.

And then there was Kihyun.

He was pulling your arm, walking in front of you at a quick, and angry pace. His back was still turned to you, and you still couldn’t see what expression he held.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll wait for Minhyuk.” Changkyun said to you, dropping his hand and waiting at the corner. You nodded.

The both of you walk in silence, Kihyun with a strong grip on you. You could hear him huffing angrily, and you looked down at your feet, a little embarrassed, and a little ashamed.

The quiet air between you was unbearable.

“Kihyun?” you say, pulling yourself back to a halt. You needed to see his face.

He stops in front of you, dropping your arm, and crossing his. His shoulders looked so wide, and you saw the rise and drop of them as he sighed angrily.

“What were you thinking?” he scolds, his voice was low and sharp, cutting through the night’s cool breeze.

You turn to the side, ashamed, and rub the spot where he held you,

“I-I don’t know, he just forced himself on me… I wasn’t trying to…“ Tears welled up in your eyes, as you bit your lip to stop them from falling. The last thing you wanted was to cry while you were being scolded by a friend. You were more hurt that you made Kihyun and the others mad and worried, than the fact that you were kissed by some bar creep.

“I didn’t want to kiss him…”

Kihyun dropped his arms, his fists shaking a bit. He sighed again, trying to regain his composure.

From behind you saw him run his fingers through his ruffled hair, and then take off his jacket. He finally turned to face you.

Kihyun’s face was upturned a bit, his jaw sharp as he gritted his teeth. His eyebrows were knitted together tight, lines pressed hard in between him. You could see in his eyes that he was still furious.

You cowered away a little, not able to look him in the eye. You hung your head down, shutting your eyes.

Kihyun let out a small breath, trying to calm himself as he saw your glassy eyes. He dropped his arm roughly, slapping the sides of his legs with a resounding smack. He looked at your shivering form, and slid his jacket off.

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Kihyun threw his jacket over you, rubbing your shoulders softly. He smoothed down your hair, his touch was so gentle and kind now. You leaned into his hand, and he rubbed your head gingerly.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault at all, I just—I just lost my cool.”

You peek up at him, his brown eyes were softer as he wiped a stray tear off your cheek with his thumb. He blinked slowly, inhaling deeply to try to regain some composure,

“But I should have just fucking punched that guy.”

You hold his jacket close over your shoulders, thankful for the warmth, and smile a little. Kihyun cared about you so much.

“I should have punched him,” you argued, snuggling into his coat, warmed by his body. You begin to start walking, one of your hands holding his jacket closed over you.

Kihyun matched your pace, shaking his head at your fearlessness, “Are you alright though?”

You bit your lip, remembering the unsavory taste of an unwanted kiss. You blinked hard and shook the thoughts away, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

A warm hand grabbed your own then, surprising you. You looked down at them, and followed up the arm, landing on Kihyun.

He wasn’t looking at you, only facing forwards, but his ears were starting to glow red. You turn away, blushing yourself at the sudden contact. Your fingers easily intertwine with his.

It was comfortable.

“God, Y/N, please don’t scare us like that again,” he said breathily. He peeked over at you, his lips almost forming a smile as he tried to lighten the mood, “Would have had a better time if you stayed with us.”

You blushed and defended, “Hey! I didn’t know he was going to be an asshole!” You pretended to pull your hand back, tugging your arm up.

Kihyun held it back down, gripping it tighter, “Y/N, the white pants? At a bar? He’s definitely an asshole, babe.” He had an exasperated smirk spread on his face. He was still feeling the end tail of anger in his veins, but he wanted you to be smiling and light hearted. He didn’t want any tears from you tonight.

“Well, his white pants are ruined now, and he can’t prey on anyone else tonight,” you offer, a little proud of your counter attack, “Everyone saw too!” You huff defiantly.

Kihyun raised his brows at that, swaying his head at you, before looking forward. His tone turned serious again, less scolding, but more firm,

“Stay with me next time.” His brown eyes peered into yours, demanding your compliance.

“You?” you send him a small smile, your stomach doing a small flip at the insinuation. He’s never really inserted himself like that before.

“Us, I said ‘us’ right?” Kihyun bit his tongue at the little slip as he tried to recover.

God, your crush is showing, he thought to himself, throwing his head back a little.

You smiled at him, his cheeks were growing pink. You bumped his shoulder with yours as you walked, expecting him to give. But instead you bounced off of his firm frame, forcing you to stumble to the side a bit.

Kihyun looked at you, chuckling quietly at your antics, and swung your hand in his lightly in response. You giggle, understanding his sentiment but fidgeting at the implication.

He walks you back to your apartment, walking together in content chatter. He holds your hand the whole way, something uncommon but not unwelcomed. It made your heart race thinking about it, so you focused on the small conversation you made with him, admiring his facial expression as he spoke, and watching him smooth down his hair.

He walks you into your building and all the way to your door.

You separate hands then, needing to rummage through your purse to fetch your keys.

Kihyun looks down at his own, already missing your touch, and shoves his hands into his pockets.

You open the door, stepping in, expecting him to follow.

“Wanna come in for a bit?” you ask, turning to him as you slip your heels off. You voice was a little high from the excitement.

“Ahhh, no, I’m just going to head back to the dorm,” He tilted his head, leaning his body to the side, he wanted to run. His mind was flipping through what it meant when you hold hands with a friend, who you like more than a friend.

Fuck.

You pout your lips a little, disappointed, but nod. He was already turning on his heel to leave, when you call out to him, remembering you had his coat.

“Wait! Kihyun!”

Kihyun turns back, an eyebrow raised, jogging back to you.

“Your coat!” you say, as you looked down to slip it off your shoulders.

His hands shot forward, holding yours onto the jacket, pulling it back up. His voice was low and close to you as he spoke,

“Keep it for tonight.” He wanted to leave a piece of himself with you tonight, as if it could watch over you as a protective charm.

You laugh at little, looking up at him, “But you need it, you’re walking back, Kihyun! And it’s getting chilly—“

His large hands massaged the sides of your arms, and he smiled with his eyes crinkling,

“Keep it.”

Kihyun’s face was soft, his brown eyes reflected your confused form in front of him. He squeezed your shoulders softly, stepping closer to you, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Y/N.”

“What?” you ask softly, taken by his sudden proximity. It felt warm, and intoxicating almost. He smelled nice, and you could count the freckles on his face as he drew in. Your eyes were bouncing all over his face, trying to read his expression.

His eyes looked like he was asking something of you.

You craned your neck up, tilting your head inquisitively, wondering what it would mean if you leaned in closer.

You watched Kihyun’s lips part open.

Yes.

Kihyun closed his eyes, closing the gap between you.

You were met with a tender kiss, his lips softly pressed against yours. You closed your eyes as the kiss deepened, your hands held gingerly against his chest, feeling his heart thump wildly.

The kiss lasted only moments, but a wave of passion washed over you. You felt weightless in his embrace, not wanting it to end.

Kihyun pulled away, pleased with his effort, as he saw you dazed and speechless.

He smiled coolly, and in a low voice spoke,

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Your mouth was hanging open as you stared back at him, blinking wildly.

“I couldn’t leave you with a bad taste in your mouth tonight.”

Kihyun dropped his arms after pinching your cheek playfully and scratching the back of his head. He chuckled, pursing his lips, but turning his eyes away from you,

“Well, I don’t want any drinks spilled over me tonight, so I’ll be taking my leave.”

Your hand went up to touch your lips, sanitized by your cheeky brown haired friend. A fiery red kissed your cheeks where his hand touched you.

Kihyun took your prolonged silence as his cue to leave, so he peeked one last glance at your blushing face, unsure of what it meant. He didn’t want to face this right now, so he turned to leave again, ready to scream profanities into the open street.

“Good night, Y/N.”

He walked away briskly, scrunching his face, wondering if he made the right choice. He was going to bring a hand up to wipe his face.

A small hand stopped him.

Upon seeing his form leave, and seeing his back face you again, you snapped back into reality. You were stricken, and anxious to see his face, and you wanted to ask him why he did that, and ask him how he felt, and what this all means…

You run into the hallway, chasing him down and grab his hand from behind. You were in such a rush you left your apartment door wide open, and ran out with bare feet, huffing.

Kihyun turned back to you, doing that thing where he quietly licks his lips. A victorious and relieved smile curled on his lips.

You look at him, eyes innocent and hopeful, and you quietly whisper.

“Stay.”

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chronicfangirling · 7 years

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Re: thigh highs and twisted fairy tales

+ “*M/N’s whore house, how may I help you?” (Member’s name) + “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

Pairing: Jin x Reader (feat. BTS kids as the best wingmen ever) Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff in that order (Fuckboy!AU) Words: 4222 Requested by: @cupcake7592

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event

"Y/N-noona!" Jimin and Taehyung chorused when you walked through the main door of the dorm and into the living room. The three youngest members of the group were playing a game but they paused it; apparently your first visit in a long while was more interesting.

Jungkook smirked. "Is today the day? Is the white princess finally going to succumb to the temptations of the dark prince?"

You felt your cheeks heat up, but covered it up by demanding: "Jungkookie, who's been teaching you these things?" You felt a familiar hand slip around your waist, and you deftly stepped out of his grasp. "It's you, isn't it?"

Jin raised his hands over his head, his eyes wide and innocent. "Why are you so quick to blame me, Y/N? I'm hurt."

"The dark prince has arrived," Taehyung rumbled in a voice even deeper than normal. Jungkook cawed like a raven.

"The white princess swoons in his arms." Jimin waggles his fingers as if he were casting a spell on you.

"Yeah... I don't think so." You turned your accusing gaze upon Jin again.

"You're all making this worse," Jin griped, seizing Taehyung and Jimin by an ear each and kicking Jungkook on the bum. "All of you, out!!"

Jungkook covered his mouth with his hand, looking scandalized. "Hyung, I know this is going to be your first night and all, but do you two need the whoooole dorm?" He waved his arms expansively.

"There's not going to be any sort of first on this night!" you clarified.

Jin glared and shook Jimin and Taehyung, making the younger men yelp and hold on to their ears. "Leave, now!"

The three of them scampered out of the dorm, but not before Jungkook turned back to deliver one last quip: "Don't forget to use protection, it's too early for Bangtan Juniors!" He shot the most suggestive finger guns from his hips, and dodged when Jin hurled a throw pillow at him.

In the youngest members' wake, the dorm went very quiet, such that their words kept ringing in your head. You felt yourself flush again, so you ducked, staring at your slippered feet. "They get dirtier and dirtier by the day."

Chuckling, Jin lifted your chin by one finger. "They're men now, Y/N. You tend to underestimate our... preoccupations with the earthier pleasures."

You stepped back as he loomed towards you. "No... I'd never underestimate your preoccupations, Kim Seokjin--ack!" You took one step too many and hit the end of the couch, ending up splayed on your back, your knees propped on the armrest, and your dress hiked almost to your hips such that your thigh high stockings were on full display. You swallowed when Jin hovered over you.

He scooped you off the couch and set you back on your feet, your body sliding sensuously along his as he let you down. He bent towards your ear, and you gasped at the warmth of his breath on your neck. "Good for you," he whispered. He pulled away, leaving you relieved and yet strangely disappointed. Then he took your arm and said: "Come on, let's go to my room."

Reluctantly walking with him, you muttered: "We have the entire living room to ourselves, we don't have to go to your room..."

"But it's soooo much more comfortable." He winked. "You know I took special care to make sure my bed is suitable for the delicate physiques of ladies."

You ignored that last part, not wanting to encourage him, and said: "I don't want to disturb Yoongi."

"Yoongi left to stay at his studio overnight when he heard you were coming over."

"Why would he need to do that?" you asked, trying not to squeal in nervousness.

"He was being considerate." Jin looked down at you with shining puppy eyes and a kissable pout. "He thought it would be better if we could talk undisturbed, since it has been a while since we've seen each other... you were too busy dating all those guys."

It was an underhanded ploy to make you feel guilty, but it worked anyway. "It was two dates," you reasoned, sounding inordinately guilty for a single lady who had every right to be dating around. Caught off-guard, you entered Jin and Yoongi's room without further protest, and let him sit you on his bed. "And anyway, that wasn't the reason I stayed away. It was because Hanui took issue with me being around you, so I thought it would be better for the two of you."

"There wasn't a 'two of us.'" He looked up from arranging pillows and untucking the sheets to hold his arms in an 'X'. "We were hanging out."

"Hanging out?" Raising an eyebrow, you snickered at him, despite yourself. "Is that what you're calling it?"

"Yes, hanging out. And if a woman decides to show her appreciation of me as a man by means of her body, who am I to refuse?" He smirked.

"Riiiight." You grabbed a pillow and tapped it against his smug face, unable to stop yourself from giggling.

"How could you hit my handsome face?" he lamented with a dramatic sigh. "To think I have a present for you."

You perked up when he pulled a shiny plushie from a gift bag on his bedside table. "Oh! It's Alolan Vulpix!" You took it from him gratefully and hugged it.

"Hmm, I can't believe how much I want to be your plushie right now." Grinning, Jin slouched against the headboard and watched the plushie being squished upon your breasts.

Instead of smacking him for his lewd comment, you smiled and said: "Thank you, Jin. This one's my favorite."

He straightened up, flustered by your sincerity. "It's, umm.... no big deal, r-really..." he stammered, turning red from his neck up to his ears. "I was in the arcade a lot a couple of weeks ago and I happened to catch it, so..."

Your smile grew wider. How could you have been so wary of him just a while ago? No matter how handsome he was, how seductive he could be, and how many girls he bedded, he was still that same nerdy Kim Seokjin under that fuckboy persona that was his second skin.

Your hesitations forgotten, you curled close to Jin as you chatted and watched anime movies on his laptop. The idyllic moment was shattered when Jin's phone rang. He peered at the screen, then turned it over and pressed play on the movie again.

You glanced from the still-ringing phone to Jin's face, with his brows furrowed in concentration as he forced himself to focus on the movie. "Why aren't you answering your phone?"

"It's Hanui," he explained.

You paused the film and narrowed your eyes at him. "This is how you're breaking up with her? By refusing to answer her calls?"

"It's not breaking up if we weren't in a relationship," he quickly pointed out. "Anyway, she's too pushy to be reasoned with, this way's better."

The current call ended but the ringing started anew almost as soon as it ended. You patted his shoulder. "She's not going to leave you alone until you talk to her, Jin."

"Then can you answer the phone?" he batted his eyelashes at you.

"What? No!" you protested.

"Please? Hanui's different when it comes to you."

"She hates me, you mean. And she's going to hate me more if I answer your phone."

"As if you care about that," he snorted.

"No, I actually don't," you agreed with a chuckle.

"But you care about me?" he prodded, his voice dripping with sweetness as he turned the puppy eyes on you again.

Your heart was fit to burst at Jin's soft gaze. "This is emotional blackmail!" you complained, hoping he couldn't hear your heartbeat.

"Pleaaase--my precious, lovely friend?" he wheedled, nuzzling against your neck. His lips brushed against a sensitive spot under your ear and you flinched. He didn't seem to notice and continued his begging.

"Fine!" You raised your hands in defeat, mostly to ward him off your neck. "You owe me, my manipulative, cunning friend."

"Yes indeed, my whole heart is yours," he affirmed, blowing you a kiss.

You snarled at him to be silent then answered the call: “Kim Seokjin’s whore house, how may I help you? Yes, it's Y/N--no Hanui, I'm not banging him behind your back..." You rolled your eyes and slapped Jin's chest when he bit his lips lasciviously. "I'd also like to point out that you weren't a couple in the first place, so even if I were, that doesn't make me a slut--"

Jin snatched the phone from your hands and said in that earnest-seeming voice you knew better than to trust: "Hanui... remember how I told you about the love of my life? Well, you didn't even come close to helping me forget her." He fixated upon you and traced his fingers along your jawline; you couldn't help but shiver. "She came back, and with her beside me right now, I realize that I would never want to anyway, so thank you and goodbye." He ended the call and when the phone started ringing again, he took out the battery and stowed the disassembled phone under his bed.

You sulked up at him and wagged a finger close to his nose. "How many times have you used me as an excuse when your conquests get too clingy?"

Something seemed to shift in him at those words; his eyes darkened, he pushed your finger away, and he rolled over you, taking you down and pinning you against the bed. "Princess--you are much more than an excuse."

Despite the charged air--and the hardened planes of his body heavy against your smaller frame--you thought you could lighten the mood again by bantering: "An accessory to crime then?"

"I'd never let you be dirtied like that," he murmured as he brushed kisses against your forehead and cheeks, delicately, almost reverently. "You're the most precious to me... the only woman who ever mattered."

"Jin," you whispered, your palms pushing at his chest, afraid that he'd do something to change things between the two of you irrevocably.

He shifted his weight on his elbows, letting you breathe. “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.” He stroked your thigh, fingers dancing along the lines of your stockings. "These things are especially bad for my self-control..."

"Jin, what are you doing?" you squeaked in mild panic. You could feel exactly what he was doing--he was shuffling between your knees and nudging them apart so he could settle between them.

He gazed down at you and there was none of that gentleness now; his gaze was sharp with desire. "Do you remember the first time I fucked and fucked over a girl?"

"Why would I remember that?" you retorted, though you did remember.

"Because it was during that one winter break. We cuddled under one blanket in your room. You let me get on top of you and kiss you--with tongue." He licked his lips as his eyes flickered towards your own lips and your entire body grew heated along with your face this time. "Then when I pulled out my dick, you cried." You winced at the embarrassing memory of your naivete, but Jin patted your cheek reassuringly. "It's alright, I understand... we were kids then."

He continued: "I ran and ended up seeing Baek Jaera and her friends at the movie theater. And I sweet-talked her until she let me fuck her in the back row."

"Even then I already knew that something was wrong with me. I wasn't content just looking through my brother's dirty magazines and porn folder--I always needed a real body. And I could never stop myself from fantasizing doing all sorts of things to you." He glanced at your prone body under his. "Things that you weren't ready for. I had to take my urges out on all those other girls."

"Are you blaming me for everything?" you asked, a little resentful. It hadn't been easy seeing him with all those other girls and continuing your friendship with him, considering how you felt...

"No," he said. "It's not your fault that I'm wired this way. It's not your fault that I'd destroy as many other women as I needed to keep you unbroken and safe. From me."

You took his face between your hands, staring at him sadly. "Jin... I never--I never asked you to do that."

"You didn't have to. They were just willing pussies with forgotten faces. But you... you're the love of my life," he declared. He leaned down and kissed you on the lips, slowly and tenderly, though you could sense his thrumming hunger. He coaxed your lips apart and teased you with light swipes of his tongue, trying not to overwhelm you, but you were soon moaning both for breath... and more of him.

When he pulled away and allowed you to collect your composure and your wits, you remembered that this was a bad idea. "That's just your excuse to Hanui--"

"Princess, it's real. You know it is." he affirmed. "I can't hold back anymore. I think you're ready and I know I can do right by you now. You're the only one I ever truly wanted, Y/N. I love you."

"How many girls have you said those words to?"

"Too many to count. But I only meant it with you."

You slipped into a sitting position, attempting to leave. "Which is what you've said to all of them--"

With a cat-like smirk and cat-like grace, Jin pounced on you, trapping you under his body again. "Let me tell you, I know your body well by now..." He nuzzled against your neck again, but it felt far less innocent now. "All the places to touch to get you to say yes."

"Ahh--no, Jin!" you cried when he nipped below your ear. "Not my neck!"

"It has been so hard, all these years of touching you little-by-little, making sure that I won't spook you again," he hummed against your sore skin as he lapped it soothingly. "I've catalogued all of your body's responses in my mind--things that you like, things that you don't like, things that make you go crazy..." He parted your legs wider and pushed his hips against yours so you could feel his erection.

"Mmm!" Your legs trembled from the sensation and it was all you could do to restrain yourself from bucking against him.

"I'll make you feel so good... no one else would be able to do this as well for you. Only me." Pain crossed his features for a moment, but he schooled his expression into a flirty smirk. "It was hard to see you go out with other men, but I knew that no one could love and pleasure you like I would and you'd end up right here in the end. You belong with me."

He lifted himself off you, kneeling between your legs, and you blinked at him in dazed confusion. But then he pushed up your dress and drew the thin lace of your panties aside, sinking two fingers into your heat. You threw your head back and moaned.

Chuckling, Jin watched you writhing as his fingers pumped steadily. "That feels good for you. I realized that my crooked fingers tend to bring a lot of pleasure to women."

He was right; the friction was so intense you could hardly breathe much less think. It had never felt like this with the few men you tried to date while Jin was busy with all those other women. The way his fingers reached deeper than your own could was making you pant with wanting. Imagining how much better it would feel if it were the impressive erection tenting his jeans... but you couldn't. It would ruin the tenuous friendship you had managed to maintain through the years. "Jinnie..." you murmured between moans. "Please, don't do this."

"Don't because you don't want me?" he asked. "Or don't because you know once you've done it with me, no one else would do? Because you know you'll have to face the fact that you've always felt for me as I've always felt for you? Lust, but love as well?"

"........." You looked away from him, overcome with the sensations.

"Of course, if you still hesitate..." his voice sounded uncertain and his fingers started to withdraw.

Your hand shot out to touch his wrist. "Jinnie... please..."

"Please, what?" He hooked his fingers, causing a jolt of pleasure so intense that you arched against his hand.

"Oh God!" you whimpered, tears of sexual frustration and anticipated regret gathering upon your lower lashes. "Please, fuck me..."

"Y/N..." he wiped away the tears with his free hand and kissed you. "I'm not going to fuck you. I'm going to make love to you."

You almost believed him.

Jin licked his slick fingers and reached for your dress; when you shrank away, he smiled and gave you a comforting kiss. He stripped off his own clothes and when he had tossed his boxers aside, you let him peel off your dress. He took care with your dainty lace bra and panties, setting them on his bedside table. "Let's keep these on you," he snickered as he skimmed the tops of your thigh highs.

He plucked a condom from his bedside drawer and you stopped him before he could tear the package open. "You don't have to if... you'd rather not," you suggested.

His mouth dropped in surprise. "Are you sure? I know you're on the pill but you'd let me...?" When you nodded, he discarded the condom and pecked you on the lips. "Thank you, Y/N. This is always how I've wanted our first night to be."

Shifting between your legs again, he asked: "Do you need me to prepare you some more?" He had no shame about it, that you ended up blushing in embarrassment. You almost wished that he just started thrusting into you without warning. He pulled your hands off your face. "There's no need to be shy, my princess, tell me what you want."

Blushing even hotter, you admitted: "No, I'm... I'm ready. I want you inside me."

He exhaled with a growl. "You're making it difficult for me to be gentle with you." But even as he said that, he was mindful to prop himself on his elbows and push his cock in you at a calm, unhurried pace. When he was seated fully inside, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead upon yours. The tension in his clenched jaw was palpable.

"Jinnie, it's okay." You pressed kisses along his jawline. "You don't have to be so gentle."

"No, but I want to be." He brushed the stray strands of hair off your face. "I had promised myself that I would always treat you with gentleness."

He began thrusting languidly, the stiffness of his hips betraying how much he was holding back. It was only when you wrapped your legs around his waist and urged him on by bucking against him that he drove into you at a pace that had both of you crying with pleasure.

How could it feel so good? How could he feel so good? He was a little too big for you, but you were so aroused that you felt only bliss as he filled you completely. He adjusted his position and angled his thrusts upwards, striking all the right spots inside you.

You didn't even have time to warn Jin; you came suddenly, gasping, and he groaned as your inner walls squeezed him. His brows drawn in determination, he moved with long, steady strokes to help you ride your orgasm then liquid heat filled you as he came too. He looked ready to collapse against you, but he held himself up and smiled down at you.

Giving you a long kiss, he said: "I love you, Y/N."

You knew better than to take the words of a man that hadn't even come down from his high to heart, but you were starting to feel sleepy and you couldn't lie. "Jinnie... I love you too."

He lied down beside you and gathered you in his arms. You braced yourself--knowing his habits, he wouldn't be satisfied with that one time. But Jin covered both of you with blankets, seeming content enough to hold you, and as he sang softly, you burrowed against his warm chest and fell asleep.

When you woke up the next day, there was no moment of blissful ignorance; you knew exactly where you where. "This is Jin's room." Looking around at the shelves of Nintendo merchandise, the guitar on the desk, the dangerously comfortable bed you were laying on, and of course, the very obvious absence of Jin, you slapped your cheeks. "You idiot... why couldn't you keep your legs closed?!"

And just like that, you would lose Kim Seokjin as so many women before you had lost him.

You noticed the Alolan Vulpix plushie perched on his bedside table and cringed, covering its eyes as you cradled it close. "I'm sorry you had to see that, baby."

Hauling yourself off the bed with a sigh, you realized you were wearing Jin's hoodie and boxers. Your clothes were nowhere to be found, except for the damned thigh highs that you were still wearing. Idly thinking that you could escape into a cab anyway, you exited the room carelessly, taking it for granted that you were alone in the dorm. When you heard voices--seven distinct, familiar voices--you caught the door before it could slam shut.

You attempted to tiptoe past the kitchen where all the guys were eating, but ended up locking eyes with Jungkook, who first gawked at the bare skin between Jin's hoodie and your thigh high stockings, before shaking himself and shouting: "Jin-hyung! She's up!"

You started backing away, but Jimin had maneuvered behind you and pushed you into his own seat. "Hyung's preparing your breakfast, so wait a little, okay?" He cleared his plates and glass, and the other guys started to do the same.

Except for Taehyung who had been leering you up and down since you sat down beside him. He sniggered, staring at the plushie resting on your lap: "This is such an amazing look on you, noona--ow! Hyung!" He made a teary face at Jin, who only slapped him upside the head again. "Fine, I"m leaving!"

Jin didn't even acknowledge him; he beamed fondly down at you and transferred dishes from the tray he had carried on the table. "Did you sleep well, my princess?"

"Uh..." you glanced away from him, waving back at Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook as they passed by and said goodbye.

Yoongi and Namjoon had helped Jin bring several other dishes from the kitchen. "Hyung," Yoongi muttered. "I'm going back to the studio, so if you need to use the room again..."

You blushed at those words. Yoongi and Namjoon patted Jin's shoulders and nodded politely at you. Meanwhile, Hoseok had an ear-splitting grin as he looked from you to Jin. "So does this mean you're an actual couple now? Y/N-noona, you're finally giving Jin-hyung a chance?"

"Please take him with you," Jin said to Yoongi, though he kept his smile on you.

Hoseok yelped when Yoongi and Namjoon grabbed his sleeves and hauled him all the way to the front door.

"I know you like breakfast food, so I made a lot." Jin sat down next to you and started piling food on your plate--a couple of hashbrowns, a sunny side-up egg, crispy bacon strips. He presented you with two stacks of pancakes. "I didn't know if you were in a strawberry cheesecake or chocolate chip mood so I made both--"

"Jin." You touched his arm before he could put pancakes on your plate.

He took your hand and squeezed it, that soft smile never leaving his face. "Jinnie."

"Jinnie..."

He giggled at the nickname and stood up. You stared after him, puzzled, when he went to the living room and peered into the bookshelves. He grabbed a folder and placed it beside your plate. "Sex addiction," he said casually as he sauntered into the kitchen. "Turns out, that's a real thing and not just something that horny leches made up. I'm getting counseling for it."

You had put down the plushie and was still looking through the folder when Jin returned from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee. He placed one on the table before you. "Jin... that's very good..."

"But?"

"But I don't think..."

"You don't think this could work?" He put down his coffee mug and kneeled beside your chair, one arm draped around your waist and his free hand stroking the bare portion of your thigh. It was probably meant to be a comforting gesture, but as with everything Jin did, it was sensual. "I know this would work. Do you know why?"

You shook your head slightly, gazing at him with questions and apprehension.

"Because it's you. The one I've loved before I knew what love was, the one I wanted before I understood wanting..." His declaration made your heart twinge... if only you knew for sure it was real. "I'm not saying that I'll overcome my issues simply because of your sweetness and love, but that I'll work at overcoming them, so you'll stay by my side. Forever."

"Jin... it's not that easy..." You fiddled with the hem of his hoodie.

"Jinnie." He cupped your chin in one hand, forcing you to look up. "And I'm not saying it would be. But I can make this work. We can make this work. Y/N, I love you with all my heart. You love me too, right?"

"Yes, Jin--Jinnie...of course, I love you." You took a deep breath and asked: "So you really meant everything you said last night?"

He placed a hand on his heart and nodded. "Every single word."

You leaned forward and he met you halfway. Gripping his shoulders, you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and responded as he kissed you deeply. When you broke the kiss, you caressed his face. "Let's make this work."

He returned to his seat and tugged at your arm, pulling you into his lap. "Now why don't you have some of these pancakes I made especially for you?"

You moaned a little in appreciation of the flavors and you felt him twitch under you.

He laughed nervously. "Please, ignore that. I... I'm still working through it."

Throwing your arms around his neck, you snuggled against him. "Thank you, Jinnie. For trying."

You felt him shake his head and press a kiss against your temple. "No, princess. Thank you, for giving me a chance. I'll make good use of it. We'll live happily ever after, I promise."

Sitting up, you tilted your head and asked playfully: "That's what the dark prince wants?"

He squeezed your cheeks between his hands. "The dark prince will dye his wings pure and bright for the white princess if he must."

You stroked his hair and giggled. "Baby steps, my dark prince."

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Week 4 Preview

After a less than satisfying recap from LOAD Presidente I figured we could get a little 2 for 1 action here. No shit talking, just wasn’t your best effort, you ruined a fantastic week of football and possibly the entire evening. But the original OG preview/recapper is here to pick up the slack. I mean honestly who doesn’t love a little 2fer action, 2 girls 1 weekend, 2 fingers 1 hole, and 2 giant LOADS 1 night comin at ya. Not only do we have some promising divisional matchups this week, we have some steaming hot (dude) LOAD matchups. Not to mention the return of this guy to Cleveland Friday after a 1 week hiatus to give little Solden a rest (plus my bed is a little comfier than hugging the toilet). But seriously, if Chad doesn’t step up with Lexi, my best bud Dom (unless he teases drunk Solden with tequila shots) will take our next step into the promised land and become brothers. Of the eskimo variety. Alright, back to football. Let’s get after it.

Holla’s Heavy Hitters (1-2) VS. 2 Gurleys 1 Cup (2-1)

After accidentally shouting out Sam for his name in the introduction, it’s safe to say this will be roast session on Sam. I mean honestly, could you think of a more annoying friend to win this much in fantasy? Mostly kidding roomie. Holla has some decisions for this week as his current lineup is relies heavily on a 2 hard hitting games (get it?) Atlanta facing a Buffalo defense that still hasn’t given up a passing touchdown this year and Tennessee at Houston which could be a snooze fest or actually fun to watch. Sam has some favorable matchups as his RB’s face defenses who have been struggling stopping it and Jameis facing a Giants team that’s never the same week to week. I gotta go with my guy Holla this week as I see both of his premier games being shootouts. And I mean seeing as no one else has banged a 50+ year old, who am I to bet against him.

Holla’s Heavy Hitters > 2 Gurleys 1 Cup

Ain’t EZ Bein Breezy (0-3) VS. Jon SnOBJs (1-2)

A lesser man would probably pack it in and call it quits after an 0-3 start, hell relationship Matt with a bush on his chest probably would too. But not this guy, we’re staying positive and sticking it wherever it fits. The only two to make a trade this year are already facing off as we see who got the better hand. I expect Brees to continue to shred it up but need some consistent help from my wingmen receiving core, after all everyone loves a good assist besides Sam. Chad is somehow more blacked out than me on a Wednesday reading this thinking he’s in a good spot. I do have to agree as his trio of receivers are locked in for solid performances but expect Chris Thompson to come back down to earth and minimal production from the rest. With that being said, Chad will be face first in a bottle of Tito’s this weekend living it up knowing he’s walking away with another win this weekend as I fall to a pitiful 0-4.

Jon SnOBJ’s > Ain’t EZ Bein Breezy

The Brady Bunch (1-2) VS. Julio Tones (3-0)

I thought about making this the matchup the week but I couldn’t let that be that boring with Doug being involved. I’m not sure anyone could have predicted the monster starts TB12 and Kareem Hunt would be off to. But just like any conversation with Doug goes, it slows down and becomes about Parker or IT as I see happening this week with those hosses. Still not sure how TJ nabbed this team but unlike his pants it is LOADed. I’m almost tempted to rosterbate to another mans team. That’s not weird you’re weird shut up dude. Continued success from his big 3 receivers (who honestly might be able to compete with Boston’s “big 3″ on the hardwood) and beefy backs I see TJ falling asleep at dive bar all the way to victory.

Julio Tones > The Brady Bunch

G-reg 3rd Leg (1-2) VS. Little Diggs (2-1)

The matchup of the two people who have probably seen each other the least out of this whole group. Bennett feeling a little of the Cinci neglect can wag his little pecker in celebration that his just wait and see strategy finally paid off. Jordy and Aaron are set to have big weeks again against Da Bears (Mitchell starting week 8 you heard it here first) and the woman beater himself will probably go off against the Browns. Seriously Bennett, what the fuck is wrong with you drafting a black guy like that? I expect Dom to tinker the hell out of his lineup after a week like that but the decisions are easy this week as every position is projected over 15 points besides the kicker and D. You still don’t fuck more than me. I expect Dom to pull back the tequila shot of victory back on Bennett and take this one all the way back to the butthole (ass eating season is always in season).

Little Diggs > G-reg 3rd Leg

The Injured Reserve (2-1) VS. Crows Before Hoes (2-1)

Interesting matchup here as the tallest and smallest square off. The newly wifed up LOAD member against the 2nd newest wifed up member. The morning after boozing pacer against the thinks he’s a big time beat maker. That’s right, with the surprise pick I’m coming atcha with the MATCHUP OF THE WEEK. ch503710 (it’s been nice knowing ya) goes into the week coming off monster performances from key players and hoping to see Gillislee and Rudolph join the fun. Pauly finally gets a big week from Kirky and half his squad ends up as questionable as his sexuality. No way Oakland doesn’t rebound after that pitiful week so see Crabtree to rack up some points Mike Evans and the renewed fan favorite old man Larry against the 49ers. I see this one being a nailbiter, but expect Paul’s dreams to come true as these large black men carry him to the promised land of victory. Speed kills, and I mean who else can get 25 rushing yards on Alabamas defense??

Crows Before Hoes > The Injured Reserve

In conclusion, I’m ready to go 5-0 with my picks this week and reclaim my throne of the ultimate LOAD layer this weekend. Paul - I think it’s been 5 minutes since you showed a group of girls your abs. Boom Roasted. Casey - You have a girlfriend. Boom Roasted. Doug - The only thing worse than your 401k plan is having to hear about it every weekend. Boom Roasted. Bennett - Have you fallen asleep at your kitchen table lately? Boom Roasted. Holla - Are we too cool to hang out with the friends you got at the hillbilly convention? Boom Roasted. Chad - Do you know what the difference between you and an alcoholic is? Nothing, seriously text me we need to talk. Boom Roasted. Sam - The only thing worse at closing than you is a revolving door. Boom Roasted. Dom - How you get laid every weekend wearing clothes off the mannequins in the little boys section? Boom Roasted. TJ - I like you better now that you’re not at Kent changing your major ever 2 weeks. Boom Roasted.

Much love my dudes but someone’s gotta keep you in check. Ready for a big fantasy free agency add/drops at 4am from Dom and seeing how the waiver wire works. Let’s get an early start Friday and keep the train rolling into the Tribe playoffs. And Holla, seriously invite me to your next gathering of guys that ring of fire wrestling looked wild.

Solden out.

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