#ooh more of my Rio fic

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Reading through some unpublished docs like “Wow. I was really fucking cooking.” I’m genuinely impressed with myself ksksksks

Like HELLO girl?! you’re really a writer!!!

#I need to start posting these #fandoms are all over the place #mcu #mayans mc #bc i can’t let go #top gun mav #ooh more of my Rio fic #soa #jax teller; love of my love #even svu #moodboards too #gotta let the creativity breathe #nae speaks

[miyuuuki]

How about a fic where male reader goes out with they're husband to a sanrio store

✦ SANRIO ~ ♡ !

PAIRING: M!OC/M!READER

SYNOPSIS: your rich husband lets you spend money on your favorite thing, Sanrio.

A/N: Oc name is Osoro Rio!

“Hun, why are we going to the mall at 10 in the morning..?” Osoro asked tiredly.

“They’re having a sale! All Sanrio being 30% off! I can’t miss out!” you said excitedly, dragging him too the mall.

“Hun… the store doesn’t open till 12…” Osoro said.

“Oh..” you said, stilling at the realization.

“Oh well, I can spend money on other things in the mall!” You said happily, dragging him once more much to his dismay.

“Ooh, they have boba! Let’s go get some!” You said excitedly seeing a boba stand, running towards it.

“Hun, calm down you’re dragging me like a ragdoll…” Osoro tried saying, but you ignored already ordering two, memorizing his order.

“Seriously, a clothing shop? Hun, you have like a thousand outfits at home..” Osoro said looking around.

“So? Thrifting is fun, and better clothes then those designer companies. Barely know anything about fashion.” You argued back and eventually grumbling.

Osoro turned his head, before being appalled at the sight. You had your shopping cart already was 1/3 full.

You’ve been here for three minutes.

“Hun, you don’t think you’re getting a bit too much..?” He asked, still appalled.

“Nope.”

“I’m paying for all of this aren’t I..?”

“Mhm!” You confirmed.

“You’re also carrying everything!”

“Oh come on, (N/N)!”

“H-hun, a-are ya d-d-done?” Osoro shakily asked eyeing your cart, which was FULL. Full as in all the clothes were spilling out.

You looked around, before nodding.

“Guess I am, let’s go check out.” you mumbled.

The total was $987.87.

When you went to checkout, it was 11:20. Now it’s 11:56.

“Hun.. it’s 11:56.” Osoro mumbled, barely being able to hold on all the bags.

“The sales gonna start soon!” You gasped in excitement running away, leaving Osoro in the dust.

“Hun- wait for me..!” Osoro yelled after you.

“I’m just gonna drop everything to the car and come back..” Osoro sighed as he walked towards the exit.

Walking into the store, he realized how big it was. He turned his head and saw a depressed cashier, that was on the verge of passing out.

“Dang he looks rough..” Osoro mumbled, before walking ahead into the sanriotopia.

“Hmm… Sanrio nails, bags, supplies, ooh rings!” Osoro exclaimed.

Osoro took one that he deemed would fit you. He turned his head to look for you before seeing the same employee being yelled at by a Karen.

“My daughter wants that bag with the green frog on it! Tell that man to give it back!”

“Ma’am, I can’t do that. He got it first, just because your daughter wants it doesn’t mean he has to give it up…” the worker spoke tiredly.

“He is an adult! Where’s your manager!? I’d like to speak to them, and young man, where’s your wife!? As you’re clearly married, with that ring on you!” She yelled, causing ruckus.

Osoro turned his head to see the young man being YOU..?

“Ma’am, get out or I’m calling security.” The worker said sternly.

“Where’s your manager!?”

“He’s up my ass, I’m the only one who showed at work today. And I’m not taking bullshit, get the fuck out.” He said tiredly before kicking that woman and her kid out. Literally.

“And this green frogs name is Kerropi, and I have a husband too, get it right!” you yelled out at her.

Osoro sighs before walking up behind his husband, and kneeling on one knee.

“(N/N), will you marry me?” Osoro spoke with puppy eyes with the Sanrio ring in his hands, surprising you who turned around just in time.

“Osoro… we’re already married.” You mumbled, reminding him as you showed him your ring finger.

“So? We can still marry again!” Osoro grumbled not moving from his position.

“Fine, only cause the ring is cute and that everyones looking at us. Now get up!” You ushered him off the floor.

“Are you done, hun?” He asked you, peering down at your cart.

“No, I heard there’s onesies we should get matching ones!” You said, dragging Osoro once again.

“I don’t know how I can be taller then you, yet you still manage to pull me with you..”

“I’m just built different, Oso.”

“You’re hello kitty, I’m dear Daniel.” You decided giving him the onesies.

“Why am I hello kitty..?” Osoro asked, he was a man! No way was he gonna be-

“Because you act like a bitch boy sometimes.” You replied, not skipping a beat.

osoro sulked in silence.

“Oso, I’m just joking!” You chimed, already feeling him sulking.

“Ooh, oso they have hello kitty picture frames!” You suddenly yelled in excitement and awe.

“Are you gonna hello kittyify our house..?” Osoro asked starring at the frames.

“Mhm… you can’t do shit about it either.” You answered.

Osoro chuckled before patting your head.

Once you guys were finally done, you guys checked out. The same cashier being there.

He had prominent eyebags and looked gloomy, I mean I don’t blame him, imagine being the only one working at a store as big as a food court?

He had black curly hair, and looked like he could blow a bullet through the next persons head.

“Your total is $104.25… will you be using cash or credit? We don’t take debit.” He asked bluntly.

“Credit.” Osoro replied giving him his card.

“Okay thank you, bye. Come back never please.” The worker said slumping on the desk, falling asleep as soon as his head touched it.

“Jeez, a hundred bucks on hello kitty stuff??” Osoro asked, holding your bags.

“Mhm, now hold still so I can flaunt you and my stuff too my friends!” You said pulling your phone out.

two fics in one day, eat up my children!!

TAGLIST:

@call-me-nev @furotage @peedyharkyonut @nickey-diano

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[kiwiana-writes]

The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition] bc the multiminute podcast i got from u isn’t enough apparently

and also the only fans one, u know, for balance

The way we get into each other’s bones [Angstapalooza RWRB edition]

Lmaoooo the TWELVE MINUTE VOICE NOTE I sent you already gave you more info about this than I think anyone other than @ships-to-sail @celeritas2997 and @rmd-writes is privy to. BUT.

For those of you who aren’t in the middle of the Venn diagram between RWRB and Schitt’s Creek, a few years back I wrote a 53k canon divergence breakup/reconciliation fic that was dubbed “angstapalooza” while I was writing it. And based on people’s reactions… it earned the moniker. (It’s also, despite my overall reputation in SC as a smut/kink peddler, become The Work people associate with me, apparently. Or as @indestructibleheart put it: “mj being seen as someone who only writes angst is like how nick is gonna go down in history for playing gay royals. it's not their fault their angst fics just happen to be very memorable, but they actually have a full imdb of other roles.“ 😂😂😂

SO. When, halfway through writing the actor AU, I had a sudden idea for a multi-chapter canon divergence breakup/reconciliation fic… well. The appellation seemed appropriate. It also immediately terrified the RWRB/SC Venn diagrammers 😂

I really do just need to sit down and, like, focus on this one, because it’s by far my longest-languishing WIP. But here’s the start of the pitch: canon divergent from Rio, they start hooking up much earlier, and break up—spectacularly and angrily—a couple of months before Philip’s wedding. Cakegate is no longer antagonism and UST, it’s two very recent very hurt exes having to play the diplomatic bullshit in the public eye while seeing each other for the first time since breaking up.

There’s a prologue in media res that covers cakegate, then we flash back to Rio and see the progression of their relationship (before and after cakegate) from there. Angst with a happy ending, and many delicious things on the way I won’t spoil right now.

As a little treat, have the (heartbreaking!!) end of the prologue:

Later, what Alex will hate himself for the most isn’t the absolute waste of $75,000 worth of dessert. It won’t be the heartbroken look on Martha’s face, or the disappointed expression on his mom’s when he gets home, or the diplomatic shitstorm the whole thing threatens to kick off.

No, what Alex will hate himself for the most is that when they fall to the floor, Henry’s hands find their way to Alex’s hips, gripping tight enough that his fingers will probably leave bruises later—and just for a moment, it feels like coming home.

Hold up, rewind, knock me off of my feet [OnlyFans/Roommates]

I talked about this one here but have a little snippet because I genuinely love this fic. I just keep getting distracted by ooh-shinies

“I think I’m into Henry.”

“Right, no, I got that part somewhere in between hearing how pretty he is when he cries and you waxing rhapsodic about how he has, and I quote, ‘thighs that could crush a watermelon or, like, hang off a pole or something’.”

Alex blinks at her, confused. “What? I didn’t say anything about his thighs.”

“Not today.”

Two words should not be able to be that damning. He does vaguely recall saying that, actually, a few weeks after they moved in together and Alex had come home to find Henry in shorts for the first time.

Which, okay. It’s possible Alex has been ignoring a few signs. Big signs. Twelve foot tall signs that are so neon you kind of have to wonder if they’re radioactive.

[WIP tag game]

#wip tag game #affectionatelyrs #wip: hold up rewind knock me off of my feet #angstapalooza RWRB edition

[theghostofashton]

i know the wip tag game was days and days ago, but I love the sound of Olympics AU, so if you haven't spoken about it, or want to speak about it more, I'd love to hear about it/it's progress 🙏

ooh hi lola thank you for this! and sorry i'm so late getting to it lol

this is one of those fics that has been living a very detailed life in my brain but has not translated to the page nearly as much, honestly. it's such a struggle because i have so many ideas at the same time but my brain insists on only working on one or two at once, rather than devoting some time to each.

the basic premise is tk joining the gym that carlos's parents own in texas, thrilled to get to train with carlos after all these years, and carlos being interested in.... basically none of that. not making friends, nothing besides training to make the rio olympic team.

but i am thinking about this one more and more as we get further into the year because the lead up to the olympics is always so exciting. the core of this fic deals with carlos's struggle to work through the trauma of training his entire life to make the olympics and having that ripped away from him when he's injured during trials, the worst possible moment.

it led me to rewatch that series simone biles did on facebook a few years ago, simone vs. herself, which kinda goes through her journey with tokyo being pushed a year bc of covid and what that was like. not at all the same circumstances but that feeling of working so hard for something, going through all that intense training, only to have it taken away from you for reasons beyond your control, felt very similar. (and also defying gravity on youtube, where tons of gymnasts talk about so many aspects of the sport, including tying their self-worth to their ability to perform and what it's like when they can't)

that's really what i'm thinking for this fic, realizing that it's impossible to guarantee any kind of plan for life and what matters is enjoying each day (tk learns this too, his story involves struggling with coaching and external pressure making him feel like his gymastics is all he's good for, and why that's not a good mindset to have)

i..... do not have a snippet, unfortunately, because i really haven't written anything for this fic in months lol but i've basically figured out where i want it to go and what story beats i want to hit, it's just a matter of getting it fully outlined and written (much easier said than done clearly)

#welcometololaland #answered #neha rambles #olympics au #911 lone star

[needlesandnilbogs]

Notes on City Spies: Mission Manhattan

(copied from discord by way of blogspot)

P4: Kat is in fact 14 now.

P6 Sydney or Paris is 16. Also ily kat.

P8 awwwww Rio making a friend p11 lol mood

P12 oooh oh dear

P23 PERSON IN GLOBE?????

P33 ooh new motherism we love. Also I bet the bomb is in the tiara.

P37 and this dude would be in on it.

P53 another very Murderbot line.

P62 CAIRO NOOOOOO

P67 awwww, Rio has such a big heart I love him

P69 any time they play tourists things go wrong. Just saying.

P70 lol he named this lady after his editor

P76 lol James PONTI and the PONTE, hmmmm? Also I love kat so much

P78 clemmie?

P86 wait clemmie and mother never officially divorced? DUDE

P103 I LOVE BROOKLYN SO MUCH

P104-5 I LOVE KAT TOO MAYBE MORE THAN BROOKLYN

P106 TRU AND C ARE FRIENDS??????

P108 very diplomatic, Ponti.

P110 oh boy. Gertie, huh???

P114 tru is grandma now. Also fic this story

P130 lol that's such a sibling moment I'm love

P133 yes Monty, this is about the haggis (alas this means Monty doesn't keep kosher or else they get kosher haggis) (wait, is kat vegetarian? Look for textual support for this)

P136 oh dear... this is not going to lead to PROBLEMS, is it?

P139 awwwwwwwww

P145 awww more support for my brooklyn&beny family fics

P168 oh NICE ONE PARIS SO PROUD

P175 oh no the clemmie sads but also MONTY CALLED MOTHER CAIRO'S DAD TO ALL THEIR FACES IT'S PROGRESS

P186 note to self Brooklyn, beny, kat pov of that missing scene

P192 FINALLY RIO RECRUITMENT

P207 RIO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

P224 oh boy

P233 YESSSS KAT

P244 Rio I love you so much

P246 yet again the nautilus shows up

P271 OH NO I HOPE EVERYONES OKAY

P316 oh nooooo

P318 it has been 13 months since start of book 1

P323 awww at least he's being honest about it?

P326 nooooo!!!

P330 patience and fortitude.... yesssssssss paciencia y fortaleza

P344 I love when the adults have fun with things and also when Monty's just like yeah there's the confident kids I'm raising, tell me what's going on, and SHES PROUD OF PARIS AAAAAA

P353 I love you Sydney

P372 OH THERES THAT LINE I LOVE U RIO

P379 YESS YES YES STACKS FTW THEY SAVED THE DAY WITH LIBRARY POWER

P381 YESSSS REAL NAME THIS GIRL

P384 "kat, you're incredible" "I get that a lot" LOVE LOVE LOVE ON ALL PARTS AND IM SO PROUD OF MY GIRLIE

p389 lolllll Mrs. G best new character now

P394 I LOVE YOU BEATRIZ

P399 lol C ily

P406 ohhhh clemmie. Oh boy. Well, that's a sequel hook. (not evil au when)

Team eval notes: awwwww Cairo's getting to know them!!! I need to write this scarab in universe fic tho. Also!!! Kat being kind with primes!!!!!!!

DONE I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE. Total time 2hrs 5 min.

I also wish to make clear that I have about half of that missing scene written and it is eventually going to make it to ao3

#city spies #reading #geeking out

[autisticempathydaemon]

3 and 8 for the fic writer ask!!!!! :)

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I answered this more seriously earlier, so let me be a goof and say common details for me would be loooooong fucking sentences. I abuse the semicolon and adverbs while I’m at it.

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

Ooh, SO many! Let me scroll through my Liked Songs and see what pops out at me first.

So I’ve just discovered Rio Romeo and this song, and I’m sorry- I want to make this a little Alexis/Christian sing fic so bad! It’d be so cute! I love my problematic girl and think about her all the time- what can I say?

“I was sour, I was mean, kids would cry when they looked at me/ but that all changed/ love made me approachable” that’s so CUTE I CAN’T RESIST-!

#asks

[snowbellewells]

For the WIP Excerpts Ask Game -

💔

☺️

😉

Ooh, thank you for these @booksteaandtoomuchtv !! I haven’t received any asks for a bit. Let’s see what answers we can come up with…

💔 - Share your most heartbreaking line

Well, I wasn’t setting out to break hearts exactly, but I got a lot of talk about how mean I was in the second chapter of my continuing WIP story “One More”. If I go with that one, then this line: “That night as she lay in bed unable to sleep all Emma could think was that ‘one more year’ had become the rest of her life… and she was once again alone” is pretty painful.

☺️ - Share a happy line

For the happy line, I found a bit of a playful bantering, lighthearted scene from my western Rio Bravo AU fic that I’m still working at on the back burner: “Emma flushed a pretty pink all along her neck and down into the collar of her dress, chuckling a bit awkwardly before she answered. “Well, that explanation doesn’t exactly make me look heroic,” she admitted, her shoulders hitching up toward her ears in a shrug of embarrassment.

“How’s that, Lass?” He couldn’t help pressing her with a crooked smile at her deepening blush, though he hoped she knew his joking was meant in fun.

“I hit him with an empty frying pan I grabbed from the counter,” she finally spit out in a rushed murmur. “He was going to sneak up on you from behind, and you were already injured. I didn’t think, just acted. But… when you pulled him down, my blow went wide, and I think I hit you too as you both fell.”

“Did you indeed?” he asked, eyes wide with feigned affront, and chuckling easily as she gave a reluctant nod and huffed out an annoyed breath. “I try to save you and that’s the thanks I get, cracked upside the head with a skillet for my troubles.”

😉- (Unless I am going blind, I didn’t see a little emoji with this wink on the list of asks, so I went with the closest one I saw…hope that’s okay!) Share a line that makes no sense out of context.

“Turning back around so he could see her face, she smirked shamelessly, eyes twinkling as he showed himself at last in a gray shaft of moonlight. ‘Silly Huntsman,’ she crooned, easing closer still, ‘don’t you know you can’t hide from a wolf?”

#wip asks #WIP ask game answers #answers for @booksteaandtoomuchtv #snowbellewells answers asks

[rosedtae]

ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ | ᴋᴛʜ (м)

“Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs”

⇥ pairing: ceo!taehyung ✗ author!reader (female)

⇥ genre: frenemies to lovers, smut, angst (a tiny bit), fluff, a bit of fake dating

⇥ summary: You always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. But after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. You still can’t stand him but this time, you don’t know if it’s because of your hate or your knees.

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ wordcount: 16.9k (idk what happened)

⇥ warnings: slight cursing, loads and loads of sexual tension, teasinggg (Tae is a menace), body shot, grinding? thumb sucking, spit kink, daddy kink, sloppy kissing, nipple sucking, kinda exhibitionism, fingering, making out,, pussy slapping, hickies, unprotected sex (cuz it’s a fic y’all), dirty talking, oral f.(receiving), slight choking, dom! tae, sub! reader, slight degrading, creampie, overstimulation, lip biting, jealous tae fucking, begging, multiple orgasms, panic attack, mental breakdown (I think that’s it)

⇥ a/n: ok, here goes my first fic! I apologise in advance for my bad storytelling but I’m learning ^-^ after months it’s finally here. I hope it’s a fun read for y’all. happy reading!

⇥ song: Sweetbitter by RIO

Micheal.

No Mike. 

Mark! Yes, you are pretty sure it's Mark. Well you at least hope so, you don't want to look as uninterested as you are right now but you can't help it. Mark looks decent, you know Hobi would never set you up on a blind date with an ‘unattractive dude’, his words not yours.

 It has been forty minutes since you arrived, it was going pretty okay but then he started talking. He's not even asking anything about you anymore, he's just blabbering things about himself. You stopped listening twenty minutes ago. You are just smiling and nodding at this point. 

He's just so…..boring. 

You don't really know what makes a conversation interesting, but after listening to him you surely know what doesn't. You don't think you are compatible to even be friends with each other. What in the world was Hobi thinking. 

You take a sip from your second glass of red wine, lavishing the taste before gulping. You are a light head and two glasses of wine are enough to make you tipsy. The sound of a phone ringing reverberates, god who is not picking up their phone while sitting in this fancy restaurant, how embarrassing. 

“Umm I think it's your phone ringing,” your date informs you.

“Oh uhmm right,” you take your phone out of your clutch to see the caller. God bless Park Jimin for calling you just at the right time. “I'm sorry but I think I should take this,” you squint your eyes at Mark. “Sure, go ahead,” he nods.

“Hello” 

“Hey, I heard from Hobi you agreed to go on another blind date. How's it going?”

“Is it that bad? Do I need to come home now?” You put on your best worried expression.

“Ok so it's a disaster,” Jimin concludes, chuckling through the phone at your poor acting skill.

“Fine, I'll be there,” you end the call.

 “I'm so sorry Mark but I’ve got an emergency at home and so I'll have to cut it short” you call the waiter for the bill. You are not the type who strictly thinks that the bill on dates should always be split. But you really just want to get the hell out of here and it'd be rude to leave early and let him pay all the bill. 

“Oh I hope everything’s alright.” 

“Yeah don’t worry too much about it, I just have to be there asap,” you inform as you pay the bill to be nice. “It was lovely meeting you.” not really.

You stand up from your chair about to walk away. “It's William by the way.”

Oh

“Ooh right, you do look like a William”, you accidentally think out loud. Realising your mistake, you rush out before you say something else you are not supposed to say.

You take out your phone to dial Jimin's number as you step inside the elevator. “Are you still at your office?” you ask as soon as he picks up the call.

“On my way home.”

“Can you please pick me up? I'm a bit tipsy and the date went horrible.” 

He chuckles through the phone hearing you whine, “okay, just send me your location.”

“Will do '' you say, before ending the call.

Luckily he was only ten minutes away from the fancy hotel where you had your blind date. Spotting his car, you wave at him. He stops the car in front of you so could climb up the passenger's seat,“Oh so you are driving today,” you ask, buckling your seatbelt. Usually it’s his driver driving him around. “Yeah, I just felt like driving today,” he shrugs, “How did your date go?” 

“It was a complete disaster, I only got excited once that too at the idea of leaving,” you rant, running your hand through your hair.

“Oof, that bad huh?” he asks, taking the turn to your house. “The worst, he only kept talking about himself. I felt like I was listening to him give a speech,” you huff.

“You should've known better though. I mean you wouldn’t magically get a perfect date just a month before that event.” 

 He's right. You know he's right and you hate it so much that he's right. The real reason why you are looking so desperately for a date is because of the event that is going to happen next month. It's more like a formal party between writers and publishers, and people in that area. You have been going there alone for the last two years but this year your manager stressed you out, demanding you take a plus one with you. That's the reason why you have been on five blind dates and each of them turns out to be worse than the previous one.

“Hobi’s blind dates are clearly not working,” you sigh,“I don’t have the energy to go on another one.”

“Clearly,” he eyes your slumped position. You roll your eyes in return. “I'm just saying at such a short notice, you don't have much luck.”

“I know, I'm just gonna cry myself to sleep,” you rest your head on the window.

“Unless you consider my option and take Taehyung as your date.”

“Over my fucking dead body,” you scoff. Taehyung came back to Korea a few days ago and since then Jimin has been babbling about how he’s a nice option for you.

“Jimin you know how much I fucking hate him. There are two things I can't stand,” you narrow your eyes towards Jimin. “Kim Taehyung and being near Kim Taehyung.”

“You are exaggerating, you were able to stand him for all these years,”he rolls his eyes,“and you last saw him years ago, just leave this high school enemy bullshit behind.”

Maybe Jimin is right, you last saw him during your first year of university before he got transferred to his university in London. You hate to admit it but he was quite intelligent so you weren't surprised when he received the letter from the best university after they saw his plan ideas on the portal. You were able to somehow tolerate him for four years and, maybe it’ll be different now, after five years. You hope he’s a bit mature now. 

“But why will he agree to this,” you ask, considering his idea for a moment before dismissing it.

“Oh he’ll never miss a chance to tease-,” he coughs, “to spend time with you, you guys were friends after all.”

“We weren’t friends, we just used to hang out all the time because of you,” you point your finger his way.

 The car comes to a halt in front of your apartment building. “Thanks for the ride,” you say getting out of the car. “You are a good man” you furrow your brows and nod, alcohol clearly taking over your system. Jimin swats his hand in the air at your dramatic praise. He knows alcohol makes you an overly grateful person. You step away from the car waving as you watch him leave.

You wake up feeling horny. Maybe getting a date won't be so bad after all, that is if you are able to find one. Hobi’s blind dates were your only hope. Unless god just magically sends the perfect date for you. You would have just brought anyone as your plus one if it was a regular event; but it isn't. It's the annual writer’s event. A Lot of media is present there so, your image is also judged and from your past experiences you know that couples get a lot of positive feedback and singles are always targeted to the worst type of rumours. 

“No Hobi, I don't think I'll go on any more blind dates.” you hold your phone between your ear and shoulder as you spread peanut butter on the bread slice. “Last night was a nightmare and I'm not even exaggerating. That guy kept talking about his company and I’m pretty sure he was also quoting Sheldon Cooper.” 

“Sheldon Cooper, really?” he scoffs. “But I thought you liked smart guys who were zealous and stuff.”

“I do, but I want a date to feel like a date, not a business meeting,” you roll your eyes, taking a bite of your bread.

“It can't be as bad as your last boyfriend.”

“Ok, FYI we only dated for like a week and he wasn’t that bad, we just weren’t compatible,” you rub the back of your neck, “we are better off as friends.”

“Yeah, friends who don’t talk to each other,” he mocks.

“Ok, I'll talk to you later, gotta go. I’ve a meeting with the board today.”

“Oh all the best,” he cheers through the phone, making you smile. “Thank you, ba-bye,” you end the call hurrying up to reach the office on time. You have to tell them about your new book that you are planning to work on next, hopefully, they’ll like your idea. You’ve already sent them an email about it.

You drive the way to your office, entering the conference room just on time. The meeting starts briefly after you arrive.

“Miss Y/L/N we liked your idea of portraying the protagonist’s story in a way as described by the elder people of the village, we think it’s a very fresh approach,” Mrs Chu approves. “We’ll set up a team of critics to look over the layout of your ideas.”

“Perfect,” you nod, discussing the process.

The meeting ends earlier than you expected. Since the success of your last book, the company has started to put more faith in your ideas.

You are greeted by the smiling face of your manager as soon as you open the door of your office. Yes, you do have an office, for when you are there to look over the editing process. Sometimes you even come here to write when you have a lack of motivation.

“Gosh Ryujin, you startled me,”you put your hand over your chest. “You are looking really creepy right now,” you say, taking your seat across the desk.

“So,” she takes a long pause before continuing. “How’s your date hunting going?” She puts her elbows on the desk, leaning closer curiously.

Ryujin is your manager as well as your friend. She's the one who got you to sign the contract with a big publishing company for five years, courtesy of her hard work, you are sitting in the building of the world's biggest publishers. She manages all your promotions, your public image and does all the necessary work. You are really grateful for her. 

“A bummer like always,” you reply monotonously. “I think I'll just have to go to the event alone.”

“Na huh,” she slams her hands on the desk and pushes her chair back a bit. “Babes, there's no way I'm letting you go there all alone this year.” Before you can frown she continues, “look, it's very important for your image as an author.”

“Why would people care about me going there alone or with someone.”

“It's more about what kind of impression you'll give,” she says calmly. “I'm not asking you to date anyone. You just have to bring a plus one with you.” 

Yeah well I can't find one.

She continues as if on cue, “Andd if you aren't able to find one, which I'm sure is the reason, I'll set you up with a reputable date.”

‘Reputable date’ makes you cringe but you know you should just do as she says, she does know a lot about these things, she is your manager for a reason after all. You give her a simple nod of agreement.

“Fine, set me up with a reputable date,” you huff. You wish you could just go alone, fuck public image. Honestly you would have asked either Jimin or Hobi to be your plus one but both of them have girlfriends and you don’t want to make it awkward. 

“So, I was talking to Jimin the other day,” she says. Ryujin and Jimin were friends way before you met her, you actually met her through Jimin, they used to go to business school together. “And I think Kim Taehyung is the perfe- no he's more than perfect, having him as your plus one is so good for your image. You have to go with him,” she shakes her head, her businesswoman coming into play.

“But-”

“No buts Y/N,” she cuts you off before you could complain. “We can't miss this opportunity; he's rich, even a fucking CEO now and he’s smart,”she smiles satisfied. “And as I told you before, I’m not asking you to date him.”

Maybe you are making a lot of fuss about it when it's not even that big of a deal. You were both immature teens, it was just childish bickering. 

It can’t possibly be that bad.

Right

Right?

Maybe not.

Jimin’s bright face greets you as he opens the door. 

“Is Mina ready yet?” you ask, entering his house. She asked you to go shopping with her for Valentine’s because she is too indecisive to choose a gift herself. 

“umm she should be ready, wait I'll see,” he says before going to check on her. You enter the living room to make yourself comfortable on the couch.

Your mind goes completely blank as you see Taehyung sitting on the couch. Holy shit, no wonder he has been named the most handsome man in the world, a piece of information you got to know from Ryujin. His dark brown hair falls on his head lazily, covering bits of his gorgeous eyes. He has changed. He was always charming but oh boy, the man in front of you right now. You suck a breath to regulate your breathing. He has gotten so much bigger. He's wearing a loose black sweater and black pajamas but he somehow manages to look very classy in it.

You are literally staring at him at this point, admiring his ethereal beauty. “Like something you see, kitten?” 

You snap back from your little bubble only to find him grinning at you. Of Course, he's still a tease. “What are you doing here?” you ask, a bit surprised.

“We meet after years and that’s the first thing you ask?” He raises one eyebrow. God, he looks extremely handsome right now.

“I can say the same thing to you,” you reply in reference to his earlier remark.

“Touché,” he licks his lips, an old habit of his that right now is turning you on more than you’d like to admit. “Jimin called me over since Mina made plans with you.” 

You nod, finally taking a seat next to him. “Heard you were looking for a date,” he asks, playfulness evident in his tone. “It’s just for a formal event, you don’t have to agree to this,” you say, suddenly feeling a bit shy.

“Oh so you were thinking of me as your date?” he prods cheekily, leaning back on the couch to see your face better. You know Jimin has already talked to him about it.

“I'll go,” he answers before you could say anything. “only because I know you always had a thing for me,” he adds with a grin.

You huff at his cockiness, rolling your eyes, “don't flatter yourself Kim.” 

“Better admit it sooner than later kitten,” he coos. The nickname sends shivers to your whole body, you feel your pussy flutter as it starts to get wet down there.

“Kitten?” Mina asks in surprise as she enters the room with Jimin.

“That's just what Tae calls Y/N,” Jimin explains.

“Ready to go?” you ask standing up from the couch trying to avoid the topic. 

“Yes,” she grabs her bag before waving at Jimin, “see you late babe.”

“Have fun,” he replies as you both leave.

“Ok, so spill the tea,” Mina asks as soon as you enter the car.

“There is no tea,” you put your seatbelt on, starting the car.

“With you and Taehyung, there’s definitely chemistry between you two.”

“He used to tease me a lot in high school and I had to put up with him for Jimin’s sake. That's pretty much it,” you shrug.

“Hmm, so you guys do have a history.”

“No, we don't have any history, or chemistry or maths,” you say, annoyed. “Did you decide on what gift you want to give him?”

“I’ve a few things in mind,” she nods, “I was thinking about giving him either a perfume or.. a watch. He has been working so hard lately, I wanna shower him with love, he always buys gifts for me, I wanna do something nice for him too.” 

“Aww, that's cute,” you scrunch your nose. Sometimes you envy couples, they have their person to spend valentines with. Whereas you just sit on your couch and read smut all day, that is a day well spent in your opinion.

You spend the rest of the ride distracting her from asking about Taehyung. You are pretty close with Mina now that you have known her for two years, but you really just don’t want to talk about Taehyung. You are happy that Jimin finally found someone like her who truly loves him for who he is and not his status, unlike his previous exes. 

The rest of your drive passes quickly. “Let’s see the perfume first,” Mina says, making her way to the showroom. 

You stand near the first aisle while Mina smells different samples to choose from. You love perfumes, but you always have a hard time picking out the right scent. You love how each fragrance builds its own memory, how some are so familiar and how some can leave a strong impact. You can't help but think about the first time you met him.

………

You lightly tapped the tips of your fingers against the desk, waiting for the teacher to come. Closing your eyes, you stretched your back as you heard someone take a seat behind yours. Normally you would ignore it but it smelled really nice. You leaned back taking a deep breath.

 Damn, that smells really nice.  

Curiosity got the best of you and you turned over to see who the fuck was smelling this good. The boy sitting behind you was writing something down in his notebook. He looked…. charming. Brown bangs fall on his eyes. He shifted his gaze to find you staring at him. You felt your heartbeat drop. Oh fuck, you quickly turned your back towards him, accidentally knocking some of his stuff in the process. You wanted to drown from the embarrassment. You were about to apologise and help him pick up his stuff, just then the teacher entered the class. 

What a great timing! You spent the rest of your class feeling embarrassed and taking deep breaths to smell his perfume. Not even exaggerating, he smelled that good.    

  You spent the rest of the week trying to avoid meeting him. That was until one day Jimin finally introduced you to him. You were sitting in the school canteen during lunch break when Jimin approached you.

“Hey Y/N, I wanted to introduce you to my friend.” you saw taehyung standing beside him. “Meet Taehyung, remember I told you about my friend who was planning to change high school. It’s him.”

Ah oh

“Hey, nice to meet you,” you said, holding your hand out.

“Likewise,” he replied, ignoring your hand.

The audacity! You tried to ignore his rude behaviour.“You guys talk, I'm gonna grab something to eat,” Jimin said before disappearing to get his food.

“We are in the same maths class,” you tried to start a conversation, planning to even apologise for that day.

“Oh we are?” he asked, tilting his head. 

Ok, there's no way he didn't notice, he literally sits behind you most of the time. Is he doing this on purpose? 

“Umm, yes first period,” you tried your best to not get irritated. He nodded at you in acknowledgment.

That was your first time officially meeting him. You thought maybe he just had a bad day that's why he acted like that but soon you realised that he just wouldn’t stop teasing you. You tried your best to make peace with him but he was just a weirdo.

You were hanging out at Jimin’s place one day after school, talking to Jimin about the new song of your favourite artist. “ Agh, I just love that song,” you gushed. “alternative/indie is literally the best genre.”

“Pftt,” you heard Taehyung scoff. “Excuse me?” you said turning around to face him, “do you have something to say?”

“Just that, nothing can ever beat the power of Jazz.”

“Well it's my opinion so you can suck it up,” you huffed.

“It's a moo point,” he said unbothered. “You are so annoying,” you snapped, earning a  soft chuckle from him.

 “You look like an angry cat when you are annoyed.”

“No one asked you,” you folded your arms. 

Taehyung grinned at you, finding this way too amusing, “Alright kitten, no need to get so worked up.” All you wanted to do now, was slap that shit eating grin off of his face. 

“Ew, don't call me that,” you squirmed in your seat. “Whatever you say kitten,” he replied.

“Can’t you stop this bullshit and be nice to me for once,” you raised an eyebrow pouting.

“Now what’s the fun in that,” he licked his lips, dangerously eyeing you.

He just found new ways to annoy you daily, why are you thinking about him right now. You divert your attention back to Mina who looks satisfied with the smell of the sample she's holding.

The sun settles down by the time you are done shopping. Mina ended up buying both the watch and the perfume. Something you did expect from her.

You take a quick shower before going to bed. Sighing deeply, finally feeling the softness of your mattress press against your back. You check your phone to see any important messages.

[New message from Ryujin]

Ryujin: i know how i basically coerced you to take Taehyung as your date but you don’t have to  if you feel uncomfortable with him. I was only thinking about building your public image. :((

Ryujin is pretty understanding and you are so grateful for that. You contemplate before typing your answer.

You: no its fine ill take him as my date, don't worry babe ;)

Maybe this time you can tease him a bit.

You spray mist on your wrist, rubbing some on your neck as you stand in front of the mirror to take a final look. It’s finally the weekend and you are going clubbing with your friends to one of those south-end clubs. It was Jin’s idea, he was really excited to party with Taehyung again.

Hobi: im here 

You: comingg

Hobi is your ride for tonight because you can’t drive after getting drunk and he’s going to leave early because he has a meeting which can’t be cancelled at the last minute.

“Helloeee,” you greet him entering the car.

“Glad to see you already in full spirit,” he passes a smile your way.

“Totally.. it's a shame you won’t be there to get drunk with us,” you pout.

“Agh, I would’ve postponed this meeting if i could,” his voice drops a bit, “but it’s a really important deal for our magazine and the editor has to handle it,” he points at himself. You nod at him.

 “I’m just going there to meet Tae honestly,” he continues, “I can’t believe he's back, it has been so long.”

“Yeah, I’m taking him as my date for the event,” you tell him.

“Yah, aren’t you excited,” he looks at you briefly before turning his gaze back at the road. “You two had so much sexual tension, everyone thought you needed to release it, or you guys already did and we don’t know about it,” he raises an eyebrow in question.

“Omg, nothing happened between us,” you feel heat erupt in your cheeks at his statement. Maybe there were some- many incidents when your bickering sessions got too heated but nothing actually happened between you two. He was a natural flirt and you didn’t want to be seduced by his charm so you suppressed your urges. 

Hobi chuckles at your shy reaction as he continues teasing you for the rest of your drive. 

You are immediately welcomed by the neon lights coming from the huge chandeliers as you enter the club. You make your way through the dancing crowd, going to the lounge area.

You spot Taehyung, Jihun, and Jin sitting on the sofa. Jimin and Mina had their little date planned out so they couldn’t come.

The lighting in the lounge area is different from the dancing one. It’s surrounded by light blue lights, giving it a cooler look as compared to the former's red one. Two shots in and you know you are going to be on the dance floor. 

You sit beside Jihun, opposite Taehyung. You can’t help but notice how good he looks as he stands up to give Hobi a hug. His clavicles peeked through his black shirt. All you want to do is trace them with your tongue. It’s a shame you can’t. Or can you? You bite your lip thinking about it.

“You know I'm only here to meet you,” he says, taking a seat. “I'm gonna leave early, so we’ll have to make a plan to go out for drinks soon.”

 “Oh yes, for sure,” Taehyung replies, taking a sip of his whiskey. The veins in his hands become prominent as he brings the glass to his lips and takes a sip, licking his lips.

You always had a thing for his hands and seeing them now, they're even bigger now, makes you feel very very hot. 

You spend the next thirty minutes catching up. Taehyung passing quirky comments to tease you when you order pineapple mimosa.

“Yeah well, it’s better than your whiskey.” Not the smartest comeback but it’ll do.

“I think it’s very classy of him,” Jihun speaks in a rather slutry tone. 

“Okay kids,” Seokjin says, standing up, “I’m going to the bar to seduce someone with this handsome face of mine.”

Of course he is, Seokjin is the nicest playboy you ever met. It’s all thanks to his face that he’s able to get the girls, otherwise his dad jokes are enough to keep him away from getting laid.

You are left with Taehyung and Jihun, Hobi left 10 mins ago, so now it’s just you guys. You can clearly see Jihun flirting with Taehyung. It kind of irks you watching her playfully hit Taehyung’s shoulder whenever he says something funny.

You stand up going to the bar, “I’m going to get some shots.”

You go to the bar, taking a seat near the counter. You are not jealous. You don’t even like him, you remind yourself. 

“One shot of vodka please,” you order. It’s time to get properly drunk. 

You feel your throat burn as you gulp down the vodka. Scrunching your eyes shut for a second, you take the lemon and suck it. You spot Jin’s head as your eyes shut open. 

“Jin! Jin!” You shout, making him turn around to see you. He walks up to you and takes a seat. “Yah! What are you doing here?”

“You left me with fucking Taehyung and Jihun,” you shout over the music, “why did you even invite her?” 

Jihun works with Jin at his office, you’ve only met her a few times but something about her always felt odd, so you and Mina never got close to her.

“She wanted to meet Taehyung.”

“Yeah well she’s flirting with him right now,” you take another shot, irritated.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you still liked him,” he pouts.

“No wtf I-”  your sentence is cut off by the arrival of Taehyung and Jihun.

“Taehyung wanted to take shots,” Jihun announces, clapping her hands as she leans closer to Taehyung.

You control the urge to roll your eyes, why is she acting so weird?

“Let’s do body shots,” she jumps, squealing like a ten-year-old.

You don’t know what comes over you, you get off your stool moving closer to Taehyung, “yeah, let’s do it Tae.”

Taehyung smirks at you, quickly noticing the shift in your demeanour.

“Actually-” 

“Okay kitten,” Taehyung cuts Jihun off.

You feel butterflies in your whole damn body. 

“Keep the shots coming,” Jin tells the bartender. 

Taehyung takes a seat on the stool, pulling your body closer to make you stand between his legs. His hands rest on your waist making you squirm at the closeness, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung. 

“Squirming already kitten,” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your whole body. 

“Uh-I,” you try to not get affected, but your body is clearly betraying you.

There's no way you would let him take control just like that. You move your arm to grab the salt bottle and sprinkle some salt on the nape of your neck. Putting the small shot glass between your accentuated cleavage thanks to the push-up bra you are wearing; you pull your hair to the one side giving Taehyung full access to the salt sprinkled side of your neck.

Taehyung can't stop staring at your breasts as they hold the small glass between them. He dips his head down trying his best to not just pull the front of your dress down and take a tit in his mouth. You feel his breath hit your clavicle and goosebumps break out immediately. He takes a long lick starting from your collarbone all the way up to the base of your ear. You dig your fingernails in your palm as you try to bite back a moan, recalling you are in front of your friends. His tongue feels electric against your neck. You think about other not so appropriate places where it'd fit all too well. 

Taehyung watches your breast rise up and down as your breath gets deeper. He finally moves down to take the shot. Eyes fixed onto yours as he takes the glass between his lips, lower lip lightly brushes against the curve of your breast. God, what he'd do to pour that drink on your tits and lick it off from there instead. 

Hands behind his back, Taehyung tilts his head back, your eyes set on his Adam's apple watching it bob up and down as he gulps the drink. You control the urge to trace that prominent bulge in his neck with your lips and colour it with purple hickies.

Jihun fake coughs to bring your attention to her. From the look on her face it’s clear that she got the message. 

“I’m going to the dance floor,” you announce, “anyone who wants to join me is welcomed.”

You make your way to the dance floor swaying your hips to the music. You wink at Taehyung planning to take revenge for his earlier teasing. 

You flip your hair with the beat, you touch your neck delicately trying your best to beckon Taehyung. His gaze travels down your whole body. You feel a couple of eyes on you, checking you out. Your moves slow down because you don’t want anyone to approach you tonight. You feel a pair of warm hands on your waist making you yelp in surprise before hearing the familiar baritone voice.

“Enjoying yourself kitten,” his hands travel to the side of your hips, controlling their movement.

“Mhmm,” you press your ass against his crotch, slowly moving in circles with the music. You feel his hot breath on your neck, loving the way you are affecting him right now but the way the outline of his dick nestles between your ass seems to affect you too. Your plan of teasing him backfires.             

You turn around to face him. Looking into his eyes through your lashes, you can’t help but bite your lip when you feel his breath hitting your lip. He pulls your body closer to his leaving no space between you two. You feel his semi-hard length bulging as he presses it against your crotch. Your gaze shifts from his lips to his eyes, you bite your lip before looking back to his bewitching lips.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I just had to let you know that I’m going to leave with someone so don’t wait for me, consider this my goodbye,” Seokjin informs you before disappearing into the crowd once again.

You untangle from Taehyung, feeling lightheaded from the shots of vodka you had. “I think I'm gonna go home too,” you say, trying your best to maintain your balance. You are quite drunk now. You open your phone to book an Uber. 

“Are you going back by Uber?” He asks.

“Umm yeah?”

“Let me drop you off my driver’s almost here,” he says, pulling his phone from his pocket to check.

You would’ve said no but you are too tired to not agree. “Okaii,” you are pretty sure Jihun left with some guy and Jin is on his way to get some girl in his bed, so Taehyung is the only option.

“Let’s go it’s here,” he holds your hand to guide you out to his car. You stare at your intertwined fingers, his hands look huge compared to yours. It makes you blush thinking about all the places his long fingers could reach, where your dainty ones could never. Wait why are you thinking about him like that, your own thoughts confuse you.

You doze off during your ride before telling him the address. “Hey, we are here,” Taehyung’s soft voice wakes you up from your dazed state. 

You feel yourself sober up as you enter your apartment building. Taehyung insists on dropping you off at your door. 

Ping!

The Elevator door to your floor opens. You feel Taehyung’s gaze as you walk up to your door. 

“Umm, it was really fun tonight,” you turn back to look at him.

“So you had fun teasing me like that?” He takes a step forward closing the gap between your bodies, making you step back until your back is pressed against the door.

“No, I-” you try to make a comprehensive sentence.

“Kitten likes to tease but acts all innocent about it,” he drops his voice a pitch lower.

You feel instant arousal gushing out. He grinds his crotch against yours. “Aahh,” you moan softly at the contact. Taehyung cups your face, tracing your bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. You take the opportunity and bite his thumb. He snickers at your reaction, raising one eyebrow challengingly. 

“Suck,” he orders, a dominant aura reflecting in his eyes. It takes you a minute to realise that you are already licking the pad of his thumb. You start with kitten licks to tease him before taking his whole thumb in your mouth. You suck the whole length before taking it out of your mouth with a pop. 

Taehyung traces the sweetheart neckline of your dress with his thumb. The smallest of his touch shoots pleasure in your body. 

You guide his hand to your breast making him cup it. “Needy, aren’t we?” He chuckles. 

“More,” you reply in a breathless moan. He brings his face close to yours, you close your eyes anticipating a kiss, your lips burn from the wait. Instead, you feel his lips brush against your ear as he whispers,” go get some rest kitten.” 

And just like that, he retracts, leaving you breathless. He winks at you before turning his back and walking away. You whine loudly, earning a chuckle from him.

That prick! Now you are horny and tired and frustrated. Exactly how he wanted you to be.

The next few days pass by in a blur. You are working on your new book, which takes up most of your time. 

You wake up at noon because you were determined to complete the chapter last night and now you look sleep-deprived. 

Rubbing your eyes you take out some cereal and place the bowl on the kitchen island. You take a seat scrolling through your instagram while eating your food. You come across a reel of a super hot couple making out, why is this on your explore page? You are lowkey jealous. It’s been a good minute since you got laid and your sexual frustration is building up day by day. On top of that, you are annoyed because Taehyung is acting like the club night never happened. He hasn't brought up that topic ever since. You don't really care but your pussy says otherwise. 

Kim Taehyung, what kind of game are you playing?

ting!

You pick up your phone to check the text.

Tae: Can you meet me today, it's important.

You: no.

 Tae: ok, i’ll pick you up at 2

You: can’t you read?

Tae: get ready or I’ll come up there to get your ass down in my car.

You: Is that a threat Kim?

Tae: only if you want it to be. Or you can just nicely accept my request.

If that’s his request, you wonder what his order would be like. Fuck now you are horny.

You: fine, I’ll be ready🙄

You end the conversation not trusting your horny ass to continue it.

To shake the laziness off you decide to take a shower before getting ready. 

Hot showers are the best. You close your eyes as you let the hot water drizzle down your skin. You rub the rose-scented suds of your body wash onto your body. You wanted to take a long bath but you don’t have enough time for it, so a shower will have to do for now. 

You hop out of the shower, ready to get dressed. You were planning to sleep the whole day, but now you have to go out with that ignorant jerk. Where are you even going? Wait, you didn’t even ask him. Agh that’s why you should get a proper sleep.

It’s already one forty by the time you finish getting ready. You get a text from Taehyung informing you about his arrival. You take a final look in the mirror before leaving.

You spot Taehyung sitting on the driver’s seat of his car. You open the door and make yourself comfortable on the passenger’s seat. He’s driving today? It’s a bit strange to see him without his driver. But you know both Taehyung and Jimin used to obsess over cars so it’s understandable.

“Where are we going?” you straight up shoot him with the question. 

“To the mall.”

“Umm, why?”

“I'll tell you when we reach there,” he rubs the back of his neck with one hand while the other controls the steering wheel.

Ok, that's hot. You take a minute to take in his appearance. He’s in his formals, grey waistcoat over a plain white shirt. His coat is sitting on the backseat. He looks really good in a waistcoat, you try not to drool.

“In case no one taught you, it’s considered rude to stare at people and drool,” he teases.

“I-I wasn’t..” you protest, mentally scolding yourself for making it that obvious. “I was just looking outside the window,” you make a shitty excuse.

“Oh really?” he hums.

“Shut up before I jump out of this car.”

“That'd be a sight,” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes before turning up the volume level of the music playing in the background. A familiar sweet melody blesses your ears. “I thought you didn't like alternative/indie music,” you ask, a bit surprised.

“Never said I don't like it.”

“Unbelievable,” you mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” he asks.

“I said I can’t stand you,” you give him a fake smile.

“Too early to be getting on your knees don’t you think,” he smirks.

“Omg Tae!” You feel blood rushing to your cheeks are god lewd statement.

The ride doesn't take long. You are confused when he takes you to a cafe in the mall. “Why are we here, you don't even drink coffee,” you question taking a seat.

“Oh don’t worry about me, I'll order hot chocolate or something.”

“I wasn’t,” you mumble.

“One hot chocolate for me, what will you have?”

“I'll have the same,” you tell the waiter.

You put your elbow on the table, resting your face on your palm as you wait for him to speak.

“Soo.,” you ask, getting impatient when he doesn’t say anything.

“So?”

“Kim Taehyung, why am I here?” you huff.

“Oh about that,” he pauses. “Umm, I told my parents that we are dating,” he says with a poker face.

You let out a laugh, thinking that it must be a joke but when you see no change in his expression, you realise that he's being serious.

“Why would you say that?” you ask, raising your eyebrows in disbelief. 

“Because they kept pestering me, trying to set me up on blind dates so I had no choice.” 

The waiter arrives bringing your drinks. You wait for him to leave before continuing,“ so you thought why not give Y/N’s name,” you fold your arms.

“Because they already know about you, they wouldn't have believed if I just gave them a random name,” he explains.

That is true, you were paired together for a project in school. You used to go to each other’s house to work on that and that is when you met his parents. They were super nice to you and you were surprised how such lovely people can have this jerk as their child, you questioned science that day.

“Don't tell me I’ve to meet them for dinner or something,” you sulk back in your seat.

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” he takes a long pause, “you just have to come with me to my cousin’s wedding,” he mutters.

You wouldn't have heard him mutter, had you not been paying your full attention to him, “So I've to meet your whole family?” you laugh in disbelief, “great, fucking great.”

“Should I consider that you are coming to the wedding?” he takes a sip from his mug.

You sigh, shaking your head, “when’s the wedding?’

“Next week.”

“What made you think that I’ll agree to this?” you prod.

He shrugs, “I don’t know, I mean I’m helping you too.”

“That’s totally different, I asked you,” you clarify, “you didn’t give me much choice here,”

“No, it’s up to you,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “I’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to,” he replies sincerely.

Of Course, you are not going to meet his family! It’s a big deal and you are not even dating. You hate him. You hate him?

You are not going.

No way.

“I’ll go,” you blurt.

He’s also helping you, it won’t be fair if you don’t help him. That’s the only reason you said yes. You hate him but you owe him so you have to.

Your mind runs all over the place as you take a warm sip of your hot chocolate. There’s no way you are going to let him off the hook so easily. He’s acting like nothing happened that night. By the small grin forming on his lips you can tell that he knows it’s bothering you. He’s teasing you on purpose. If he’s thinking you won’t do anything about it, then he’s so wrong.

“Now that we are at the mall, I remember there’s something I need to buy,” you place the empty mug on the table.

“Sure, let’s go,” he nods, standing up.

Oh, this is going to be fun. The glint of surprise in his eyes tells you that he wasn’t expecting you to go to a lingerie shop when you said you needed to buy something. 

Taehyung’s gaze follows your finger as you trace the bra to feel the material.

“Hmm, maybe something a bit softer,” you tell the shop assistant.

Taehyung clears his throat, clearly affected by your instigation. He moves to the other corner where garters were placed on display. 

He’s no longer paying attention to you. You grow a bit annoyed because you don’t actually have to buy anything from here. You shift your attention to the shop assistant who is now showing you a pair of silk lingerie. Should you buy it, it looks nice? 

“I’m waiting outside, come when you are done,” Taehyung informs you.

Should you buy anything, you think and look around after Taehyung leaves. After looking at a couple of lingerie sets, you decide to leave because your plan failed anyway.

“Ma’am your bag,” the girl on the counter gestures toward the shopping bag.

You raise your eyebrows in confusion. “Your boyfriend paid for this while you were looking at lingerie in the other section,” she explains.

He did not. You grow flustered, how is he always able to turn the table? You take the bag, thanking her before stepping outside. 

He’s on a call. His voice sounds serious as he speaks something about getting the papers done by the evening. The authoritative tone makes you bite your lip. At this point, you accept that anything he does seems to turn you on. 

He turns around and finds you standing in front of him. “Yeah, get it done,” he speaks before ending the call. 

“Everything alright?” 

“Yeah, just have to attend a meeting soon,” he looks at his watch.

“Oh then you should get going, I’ll take an Uber or something,” you suggest.

“No, get in the car I’ll drop you,” he dismisses your suggestion.

A comfortable silence falls in the car, you look outside the window relishing the tranquillity. “Why did you take me to the mall, you could’ve just called me,” you ask curiously.

“Because the chances of you yelling at me in public were comparatively low.”

“Yelling?” you scoff. “I'm not aggressive Tae,” you giggle at his reason.

“Yeah but you are feisty,” he licks his bottom lip.

You turn your head back towards the window hiding the smile creeping up your lips. 

The rest of the drive passes by quickly. Before you know it, the car comes to halt outside your apartment building. “Thanks for agreeing to fake date me,” Taehyung says as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

“Anything for my fake boyfriend,” you mock.

“And I hope you’ll like your gift, hopefully, I got the right size,” he says casually, making you blush.

“I’ll let you know,” your honey dipped voice replies. You hear him exhale deeply as you make your way inside the building.

You kick off your shoes as you enter your apartment. You take off your bra and throw on an oversized t-shirt. Your eyes land on the shopping bag laying in front of you. You curiously check the items in the bag. It's a white silk lingerie with a headband. The headband has white cat ears made of mesh attached to it. The size surprisingly is the size you usually wear. 

Great, now you are horny again. Maybe you should buy a fucking dildo, but you’d rather have his fingers- you dismiss the thought as you fan your face with your hand. Too many dirty thoughts for today.

The week passed very quickly, and it’s now Taehyung's cousin’s wedding. He sent reminders throughout the week which ended up in little teasing and flirting sessions. 

Taehyung eyes your whole body in your light blue satin maxi dress which makes your curves prominent. His eyes travel down the dip of your cowl neckline, displaying a tad of your cleavage.  

“You look gorgeous.”

“You don't look too bad yourself,” you reply. He looks delicious in his slate grey suit with white button-up. 

“Thank you,” he replies with a smirk before turning his attention back on his iPad. 

You are on your way to the wedding. Taehyung is busy working so you try to distract yourself by looking out of the window. It’s really boring when he’s not paying attention to you or teasing you. “How long will it take,” you ask pouting.

“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes or so,” he replies, eyes glued on his iPad.

“I'm a bit nervous about meeting your family,” you confess.

He places his hand on your thigh caressing it, “don’t worry you will be fine.”

You let out a little whine at his lack of attention.

“Just be a good girl,” he whispers, hand sliding up through your thigh high slit. “Take a deep breath,” his fingers trace the lining of your underwear. You gush at the proximity of his finger to your clit. “Stay calm,” his hand continues travelling up, fingertips lightly making contact with your clothed clit. One hand still holding the device casually as if the other hand is not making you worked up. You gasp at the lightest contact, squirming in your seat as you try to press your legs. His fingertips don't apply any pressure as they travel south to trace your hole. 

“And you’ll be fine,” he retracts his hand patting your thigh before smoothing over your dress. The car stops indicating the arrival of your destination. “Asshole,” you mutter, making him grin.

Taehyung places his hand on the small of your back as you make your way through the entrance. “Even if it’s fake, I’m still very nervous to meet your family,” you whisper.

“It’s a private wedding, there aren’t many people, just family and close friends. And you’ve already met my parents,” he tries to make you less nervous.

“Yeah, like ten years ago,” you reply dramatically. 

“I’ll be there by your side, it’s gonna be alright, try to enjoy the wedding, yeah?” he coos.

Taking his advice, you look around the place and it looks truly mesmerising. The floor to ceiling window , with huge mesh curtains folded on both sides, allows light to pass through the hall. Vine of white wisteria dangles down the ceiling.

Taehyung’s mom spots you and waves enthusiastically before coming over. “Oh darling, it’s so good to see you,” she hugs, greeting you.

“It’s lovely to meet you both,” you reply.

“Good to see you after so many years Y/N, we were quite surprised when he told us that he was dating you,” Taehyung’s dad looks at his wife before continuing. “We remember how you used to bicker all the time,” he recalls.

“Time really flies, look at you all grown up into a wonderful woman now,” Mrs Kim says with awe.

“You flatter me, Mrs Kim.”

“Oh no need to be so formal dear, call me mom.” Taehyung coughs uncomfortably at her statement, “mom, isn’t it too soon for the-”

“You hush, it’s the first time you’ve introduced us to a girl, you better be serious about her Kim Taehyung,” she jokes.

Taehyung turns his face to meet your gaze, he looks at your lips before returning his gaze to your eyes, “that I am,” he smiles.

“Oh thank god, we used to think he’s in love with him but then Jimin got a girlfriend and we got worried,” his dad says in a playful tone, making you laugh.

“Where’s Nari?” Taehyung asks his mom, “she was very excited to meet Y/N.”

“Me?” you question looking at him. You have never actually met his sister, maybe encountered her once or twice briefly, she was a sweet girl from what you remember.

“Yes darling,” he replies softly.

You know it’s for show but the use of the pet name makes you feel giddy.

“She was here just now,” Mrs Kim scans the hall. “We’ll tell her to meet you if we see her,” she smiles before moving to greet the other guests.

“Why is she excited to meet me?” you ask once his parents are out of view.

“You’ll know once you meet her, jagi,” he whispers the last word.

“You don’t have to use the pet name now,” you pause, “nobody is near us to listen.”

“Mhmm but I think you like it,” his baritone voice replies.

Fuck yes, you do. It’s so sweet it turns you on. It’s so sweet it turns you on? When have you ever been this needy? You don’t want him to tease you again so you try hard not to squirm.

You gulp down hard, making Taehyung notice. His signature cocky smirk makes an appearance on his lips. “Now don’t start squirming here kitten,” he orders.

“I’m not squirming you ass,” you scoff.

“Ah, there she is,” Taehyung points in the direction of his sister. 

She’s all grown up now, must be in college, you do the math in your head. 

Her eyes have the same twinkle in them as Tae’s, you notice as both of you make your way towards her.

“Omg Y/N,” she squeaks as she sees you. 

“Hey, how are you,” you greet her giving her a hug.

“I’m good, you know I wanted to meet you for the longest time,” she tells you excitedly. “I love your work, I’m literally always reading your work,” she gushes.

“Omg you are so cute,” you say in awe, “and thank you for appreciating my work.”

“I was so surprised when he told us that he’s dating someone, and even more surprised when he told us it was you,” she looks at her brother. “I thought you guys didn’t like each other, in high school when you used to come over, I could hear the bickering from my room,” she laughs.

“Your brother always had a little crush on me, and he finally grew the balls to ask me out,” you turn your gaze towards Taehyung. “Even after all these years, right honey baby boo,” you let your hand rest on his chest.

“Right,” he gives you a knowing look. 

“Low-key always knew he was a simp for you,” Nari shrugs. 

Seeing her brother raise his eyebrows at her she excuses, “I think someone just called my name.” 

“I don’t think so, I didn’t hear anything,” he catches her lie.

“Oh, I surely did,” she leaves before he could say anything.

You turn to Taehyung after Nari leaves, “a simp for me, that’s new,” you tease him.

“You are enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?” His tongue pokes his inner cheek.

“Mhmm,” you nod, smiling.

“Didn’t know you were that type of girlfriend, honey baby boo? Seriously?” 

“Well,” your index finger traces the length of his face. “It’s not real so I can be whoever I want to be,” you tap the mole on his nose. 

“You didn’t tell me if it fits. Did I get the right size?” he asks, referring to the little gift that he gave you a few weeks ago.

“You did, one keen observer aren’t you?” 

“For selected subjects,” he smirks.

Your attention is stolen by the arrival of the bride indicating the start of the ceremony. The lights dim down creating a soft atmosphere. 

You watch the couple in awe as they read their vows and the marriage officiant pronounces them husband and wife.

Taehyung’s arm still wrapped around your waist provides a weird sense of comfort to your heart which your mind is unable to decipher.

You move to the reception space for the wedding dinner. You take a seat next to Taehyung’s on the dining table where the rest of his family is sitting. 

“Uncle!” a little boy approximately four years old comes running towards Taehyung. Taehyung picks him up before placing him on his lap.

“Hello baby,” he attacks the kid’s face with kisses. 

Watching him converse with the baby makes your heart flutter, filling it with warmth. 

“Whoze that?” He points at you with his baby fingers. 

“Hello, I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” You ask sweetly. 

“I’m Jae,” he says shyly before nuzzling his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. He whispers something in Taehyung’s ear.

“She is,” he nods in agreement, looking at you. “Why don’t you tell her that?”

“You look weally pwetty,” he says before running off to where his mom was sitting across the table.

“I can’t wait till you both finally have your own kids,” Taehyung's mom says, watching the whole scene.

Suddenly everyone is interested in the topic as their eyes settle on you and Taehyung. 

“Oh, they’ll make beautiful kids,” Taehyung’s aunt, who you met earlier, gushes.

Blood rushes to your cheeks at the mention of having kids with him. It’s rather awkward to be discussing your unborn children at a wedding dinner. You are saved by the mention of the first dance.

You watch the newlywed couple dance, they truly do look in love. It warms your heart as more couples start to join the dance floor. 

“Oh dear, why are you two not dancing?” Taehyung’s aunt asks, pouting as she points toward the other couples dancing. She’s one nosy lady. 

“We were about to go,” he answers with a soft smile. She looks content with his answer as she smiles back and moves towards the other table.

He looks so gentle. “Uhm, do you want to dance?” he rubs the back of his neck. Your eyes meet for a split second, you don’t know if it's because of the atmosphere but the warmth and softness in his eyes is almost irresistible. 

You nod, turning away your eyes to avoid his strong gaze. He stands up as he offers his hand. You look up at him through your lashes before placing your hand in his. It feels warm. You find yourself craving the warmth. He leads you to the dance floor.

You expected it to feel awkward but it, for some reason, it doesn't. It feels scary, scary because you like it. Like the way he puts his hand on your waist, softly pulling you closer to him. The way your hand automatically finds a place on his firm shoulder. 

“I’m sorry for the awkward situation there,” he drawls, “they can get a little too excited sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” you let out a small giggle. The two of you fall silent as the sound of music fills in the silence.

Bodies in sync as you move slowly with the music, it feels so foreign yet so familiar. You feel yourself melting in his arms like butter. Breathing slowly as you let the soft music flow through your ears. 

You raise your head to look at him and find his eyes already on you. He moves closer and rests his forehead against yours. You can feel his breath hit your lips. 

You rest your face on his shoulder, hands travelling north before you interlock them behind his neck, caging him between your arms. The soft music playing in the background makes you nuzzle into his neck. The smell of his cologne hits your nostrils making you gush. In retaliation, you softly scratch the hair at the nape of his neck making him humm. 

This feels too good. You want him to wholly consume you. You want to be consumed by him. Him. Just one touch of his is enough to start an inferno in your heart, just one touch is enough to placate it. 

You can't deny your true feelings anymore. It's funny how you didn’t even realise when the thin line between love and hate disappeared. It's him who has been on your mind ever since he returned. The feelings that you suppressed all these years are now making you yearn for him so bad. You can’t help but lean closer to him as you feel his warm hands slowly caress your waist. 

He has always been gentle. You remember during the first year of your college, things were going pretty rough for you and your mental health wasn’t in the best condition. Moving to college was a big transition and you weren't even sure if literature was what you wanted to pursue further. 

That day especially was pretty rough, your professor highly criticised your essay that you spent weeks working on. You were pretty happy about how it turned out. You stared at the crumbled essay laying on the floor in front of you. You took deep breaths as it became hard to breathe. 

“Hello, Y/N,” Taehyung's voice echoed in your dorm room. “The door was open so I came in, I’ll leave soon. I've to meet up with someone, I’m just here to grab the-” he stopped when he saw your gasping figure. You were having a panic attack.

“Hey, shhh, it's okay,” he sat down on the floor next to you, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you. When you didn’t flinch, he moved closer to hug you properly. He slowly stroked your head to help you calm down. It actually did help. You felt the pain in your chest slowly alleviating. Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly. And he held you just like that. You remember falling asleep on his chest, when you woke up from your slumber you were tucked in your bed. 

You expected him to tease you for stressing over such a trivial incident, but he didn’t. He just listened. He listened to your cries, your panting, your complaints while stroking your hair to help you calm down. You really needed that, needed to let go of all the troubling thoughts that you were holding. 

All these memories rush in your mind as you feel the same warmth you did years ago. You don’t want to let it go. The song ends and you have to, much to your dismay, untangle your body from his.

The realisation hits you hard. You don’t even know how he feels about you. 

“That was so cute, I can't wait for your wedding now,” Jiho’s statement distracts you from thinking further. “You should become a wedding planner if you are so obsessed with weddings missy,” Taehyung folds his arms. 

Your earlier thought bugs you for the rest of the evening. Sensing your discomfort Taehyung insists on leaving early even after you assured him that you were fine.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” He asks, genuinely.

You turn your head to look at him. He looks so warm, you want to sit on his lap and cuddle him but you can’t and that’s what’s wrong. “Nothing, just a bit tired,” you try your best to not sound gloomy but the heaviness in your tone betrays you.

Taehyung sighs before cupping your cheek, as you feel his thumb stroking your cheek lightly. You lean into his touch instinctively. Your gaze travels down to his lips, you spot a small mole on his bottom lip and all you want to do is close your lips around it. 

His soft side, which he showed you today, left a deep impact and you feel your heart being captivated by it. Your bodies attract each other like the opposite sides of a magnet. His lips are so close yet so far from yours. The anticipation of feeling his lips on yours is killing you.

You can't take it anymore, you lean forward closing the distance between your lips. His pillowy lips feel soft against yours. You give him a soft deep peck. The flesh of your lips sticks lightly with his as you pull away to see him. His gaze travels from your eyes to your lips. Within a second he pulls you in by the grip he has on your cheek. 

Capturing your lips in his, he traps your bottom lip and sucks it lightly. You let out a huffed moan at the softness of his ministrations. You feel his tongue swirl around your lips asking for entrance which you grant him gladly. His tongue makes an entrance giving you the taste of him. He tastes like the sweet champagne he drank earlier. 

Your tongue tangles with his, setting a sync. He tastes so good, you can’t help but want more. Your hands land on his chest, tugging the material of his shirt as you lean closer to deepen the kiss. He sets a deep and gentle pace, kissing you softly. 

The lewd sound of your tongues fill the car, you are grateful for the car partition which blocks the view of the scene that is taking place in the backseat of the car. 

The car stops as you pull away to take a breath, your apartment building coming into view. 

You just kissed him. How’ll he react if you tell him that you like him? Is he just playing with you?

Anxious thoughts fill your mind reminding you of your current dynamic with him. Damn, you just want to kiss him without worrying about the consequences, you just want to kiss him like he's yours.

“Goodnight Taehyung,” you say before exiting the car.

Did you expect him to come with you? You are not drunk this time why would he come. You feel a dull ache radiating from your heart.

You spend the next few days trying to ignore Taehyung, but the joke was on you because he didn't really contact you after that night. You wanted him to.

You hate how you overthink every single thing. A thousand possibilities run through your mind. This can only mean one thing- he’s just playing with you. Do people just casually kiss oh so softly like this? Maybe they do if they are Kim Taehyung.

You don’t want to face him but your event is tonight and you have no other choice. You sent Taehyung a dry text as a reminder of tonight’s event.

You are kind of nervous to see him. You take a deep breath before exiting your apartment building. The cold air hits your body as soon as you step outside, your strapless maroon dress exposing you to the coldness. You tug your satin shawl closer for some warmth. 

You see Taehyung standing outside his car wearing his dark grey Louis Vuitton suit. You try not to drool over how perfectly the suit fits his physique. It looks like you are not the only one who’s having a hard time. You feel Taehyung’s eyes scan your whole body before settling down on your breasts. By the look on his face you can tell that he's enjoying the view. 

“Let's get this over with,” you walk past him, making your way into his car. You are still pissed at him, he can’t just kiss you and act like nothing happened. If he thinks you are going to be nice to him then oh boy is he wrong. 

You: yes, the media got plenty of our pics 

Ryujin: good job :’)

You: can I leave now… I’m bored

Ryujin: stay a bit more.

oh and talk to the publishers.

“Bored already kitten?” Taehyung asks, his arm wrapped around your waist giving him a clear view of your screen. 

“Yeah well my date is too boring,” you sigh looking at him. 

“Ouch, that was rough,” he says dramatically.

“Oh was that too rough for Kim Taehyung?”

“You really wanna find out what’s rough according to me?” He asks, giving you devilish eyes.

“In your dreams,” you bite back.

“Are you sure they are mine and not yours?”

You narrow your eyes at his cockiness, “I can’t stand you,” you mutter.

“Miss Y/N, it’s so good to see you here.” The old man steals your attention from his greeting.

“Mr Lee! How are you?” you smile seeing the editor. You know him from your internship years, he was always very kind, the wise man helped you a lot.

“I’m good,” his eyes travel to Taehyung. “And who might this young man be?”

“Kim Taehyung, Nice to meet you,” Taehyung shakes his hand.

“So you are her-”

“Friend, he’s my friend.”

“You two look lovely together anyway,” he smiles.

“How’s your granddaughter?” you change the topic, feeling shy because of his compliment.

    “She’s good, she loved her birthday present, thank you for signing that book for her,” he replies merrily.

“I’m glad she liked it.”

The best part about being an author for you is when people are able to relate to your characters, when they feel the impact of your writing. The words that you still help someone collect themself.

“Take care dear.”

“You to Mr Lee,” you bid the editor goodbye.

From the corner of your eyes you see the girl, who has been eye fucking Taehyung ever since you stepped in, approaching you.

“Are you Kim Taehyung by any chance?” She asks in a slutry voice. 

“Yes,” he replies firmly.

“Ahh yes, I knew you looked familiar,” she touches Taehyung’s arm playfully.

You knew this would happen, Taehyung's a handsome man so it’s not surprising to see someone approaching him, but god can she not see his arm around your waist, he’s here with a date. You cough lightly to make your presence known but she ignores you flirting shamelessly. 

You are about to put her off but then you remember he’s not your boyfriend. He’s single, he can flirt with anyone he wants to. The thought frustrates you. “I’m gonna go to the bar,” you whisper in his ear before leaving.

You stand near the counter contemplating on whether you should get drunk or not.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

A familiar angelic voice catches your attention. You turn your head ninety degrees to find Jeon Jungkook standing beside you.

“Jungkook,” you reply exuberantly as you hug him.

Jungkook is the owner of Jeon publishers, you have seen him often in settings like these. His company is huge and he is very influential in the publishing sector. Your conversations with Jungkook have always been light and flirty. It actually feels good to see him.

“You look beautiful as always,” he smiles.

“Thank you, and you look handsome as always,” you reply. 

“So, how have you been, it's been so long since I last saw you.”

“Yeah, just working on a new book, you know how it gets,” you take a sip of your champagne. 

He nods, “well, I'm sure it's gonna be good if it’s written by you.”

“You are just too sweet,” you put your hand on his arm lightly, surprised by the taut muscle.

“I speak nothing but the truth,” he leans closer, taking your hand in his, before placing a soft kiss on the back.

Normally you would’ve flirted back but right now all you can think about is him. The way his jaw is clenching right now. The way his gaze is putting daggers on Jungkook's back. The way he’s looking at you with possessiveness. Suddenly it feels too hot inside. 

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” you whisper, making your way to the balcony to let your body cool off. 

You sigh in relief as the cold air hits your hot skin. The balcony is located on the backside, away from public eyes. You feel a warm pair of hands on your waist. You hate how quickly you can recognise his touch. You also hate how your body is leaning into his touch.

“Who was that?” he asks, placing small kisses on your neck.

“None of your business,” you huff.

“I'm your date it is my business,” his hands roam around your body.

You turn around to face him, folding your arms. The action causes your cleavage to look even more prominent, stealing taehyung’s attention. 

“Doesn't mean you-”  Taehyung leans closer, brushing his nose to yours as he peers down at your lips.

“Doesn’t mean I?” He asks, raising one eyebrow as the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

You forget whatever you were going to say. Totally under his spell, you gulp down hard. He pulls your body closer with the grip he has on your waist.

“Gotta show everyone you are my date,” he growls, pushing his lips to yours for an open-mouthed kiss.

You don’t know what he meant by that but you can’t think much when his tongue is swirling around yours so passionately. He sets a sensual pace, still soft but more passionate than last time. 

Your hands easily slide up, around his neck as you kiss him back like your life depended on it. Both of you make out shamelessly on the open balcony.

He pushes you against the nearest wall breaking the kiss. You whine at the loss but your whines turn into moans when you feel him press soft kisses on your jaw. Kissing your neck all the way to your clavicles. He sucks hard before swirling his tongue on your skin. Is he marking you? Fuck, you bite back a moan.

You close your eyes, letting pleasure overtake your senses. “Ahh,” you wince when you feel him nip your breast sharply.

“Eyes on me,” he orders looking up at you, lips brushing against the lobes of your breast. The view shoots arousal straight down your nether region.

“Haven’t been able to take my eyes off of them since I saw you in Jimin’s house,” he massages your breast with his huge hand. You try not to throw your head back but the amount of pleasure he’s providing you makes it hard. Your gaze travels up and you see Jungkook watching you through the door. 

How long has he been standing there? Has he been watching you? His presence justifies Taehyung’s actions. His possessiveness irks you and turns you on at the same time. You should stop him, he has no right to act possessive, but your horniness betrays you.

He hooks his finger on the seam of your neckline, gently pulling it down to free your breast. Your right breast pops out gaining the attention of Taehyung’s predatory eyes. You chew on your bottom lip but a huffed moan still escapes. 

“Don’t bite back your moan,” he blows on your nipple making it hard instantly. “Let him know how good I make you feel.”

Taehyung latches his lips onto your nipple, sucking it harshly. He flicks his tongue around your hardened peak, while the other hand massages your neglected breast. You feel like you’d cum just from him sucking your breast, you never knew your nipples were so sensitive. 

Watching Taehyung being possessive under Jungkook’s gaze makes your pussy clench around nothing.

He shifts his attention to the other breast, freeing it from the dress before sucking it hungrily. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your breast. He chuckles at your neediness, sending sensations to your already sensitive nipple.

From your peripheral view, you see Jungkook curse under his breath as he palms his crotch, before leaving. 

Taehyung releases your breast with a pop before licking it. A string of saliva connects your nipple with his lips. Your chest heaving from the lewd act. He pulls your dress back to cover your exposed breast. 

“Let’s go, I’m not sure you can handle it,” he smirks, placing his hand on the small of your back as he leads you back inside. You take a few deep breaths to normalise your breathing, mentally cursing that asshole for leaving you like this. Again.

The huge mirror wall on one side of the hall gives you the view of a crimson red hickey blossoming on your neck, making you blush. This is not how it was supposed to be, you were supposed to be angry, not needy. You want to push his button and the only way to do so is by being a brat. 

“You okay?” he asks smugly. 

“Not really, I wonder where Jungkook is,” your eyes scan the hall. “You always leave me hanging with your big talks, I'm sure he’ll take good care of me. He’s a man of his words, unlike some people,” you huff in the brattiest tone. 

“Behave kitten,” he warns.

“Make me…, ah but I’m not sure if you can,” you pout.

He raises his brows in disbelief, rolling his tongue against his bottom lip. Your plan is working, he looks pissed. “We are leaving,” he growls. His words ignite your whole body. 

“My house,” he orders his driver as soon as you enter the car. 

“Your house?”

“Yes, we need to talk,” his jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth.

“About what,” you mumble.

“About you being a brat,” he spits.

You turn your head to face the window as you try to keep a straight face. The anticipation fills your stomach with butterflies. It takes forever to reach his place, maybe not,  you are just exaggerating because of your horniness. You realise it’s your first time seeing his house. It’s huge, what does he do there all alone? 

He holds the door for you to step out, raising his eyebrows in question when you don't budge. “I don’t want to talk,” you protest just to get a reaction.

“This is not gonna work,” he bends down to pick you up. He throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, the display of his strength makes you wetter.

“Taehyung, what are you doing? Put me down,” you squeak.

“Quiet now you brat,” he spanks your ass, making you yelp.

Taehyung puts you down once you are inside his house. “Now, what’s your issue?” He asks in his deep voice.

“My issue? You are the one who kissed me,” you cross your arms.

“Are you saying you didn’t want it? Because your lips said otherwise by the way you opened your mouth for my tongue to slide in.”

“I-I,” you try to come up with a sensible excuse but fail. The way he’s gawking at you causes the ache between your legs to grow, you press your legs together to get some relief. 

“Look at you being a needy slut,” his eyes scan your squirming body.

“Quite certain you can’t be of any help,” you test the waters.

“I can make you beg for it darling,” he snarls, the look in his eyes changes to a darker one.

“I’d love to see you try, I’m sure Jungkook-” 

All the patience leaves Taehyung's body as soon as Jungkook's name escapes from your lips. He captures your lips for an open-mouthed kiss, not allowing you to complete the sentence.

Taehyung’s hand grabs the back of your neck roughly to pull you closer. His tongue swirls around your palette turning it into a sloppy kiss. You try to kiss him back with the same need but his tongue dominates yours.

He kisses you roughly, in contrast with his earlier kisses which were very soft and gentle. Your tongue entangles with his, exchanging your salivas. You feel lightheaded due to lack of air but you don’t want to stop kissing him.

He traps your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper. He pulls back letting your bottom lip slide through his teeth before releasing it.

“Let’s teach you some manners,” he whispers in your ear. Taehyung presses his thigh between your legs providing your cunt with some friction.

“Ngh..” you let out a breathy moan. Heat rushes to your cheeks when you realise that you are grinding your cunt against his thick thigh. You quicken your movement to provide your clit with the much needed friction as you feel a bubble of pleasure starting to build up. 

Taehyung’s hands grip your waist, stopping your movement abruptly. “Did you really think I was gonna let you off that easily?” He turns you around pressing your front against the wall near his floor to ceiling window.

Taehyung pins your wrists above your head, holding them with one hand. “Let’s see how needy you can be,” he traces the contour of your ear with his tongue making you squirm uncontrollably. He kisses and licks your ear before tugging on the earlobe. You never knew your ear was capable of experiencing this much pleasure.

He tugs the zip of your dress, sliding it down slowly. You take your arms out of the off shoulder sleeves, shrugging off the dress to expose your naked body to Taehyung's hungry eyes. He puts your hair on one side before pressing kisses on the back of your neck. He kisses your back, nipping the skin as he makes his way down to your ass.

The thought of having him on his knees for you causes slickness to pool between your legs. He hooks a finger on your panties, tugging it to the side. “Is this for me?” his finger collects your arousal spreading it all over your pussy lips. 

The lightest touch of his finger against your pussy makes you clench your walls. “I don’t like repeating myself, kitten,” he says firmly. “Who are you so wet for?,” his lips brush against your nether ones. 

“Taeh-”

“Uh uh,” he risks, “that’s not how you are gonna address me.”

You scoff at his statement, “you don’t expect me to call you dadd- aghh.” Taehyung lands a rough spank on your ass. “Taeh-” he lands another hard spank, not letting you say his name.

You hiss at the pleasurable sting provided by his spanks. Taehyung pulls your legs apart to get better access to your cunt. Your swollen lips are now glistening from arousal. He kisses your inner thigh before sucking and licking it, to leave his marks. 

He gropes your asscheeks and pulls them apart, making your tightest hole visible. He takes a lick before shifting his attention to your desperate pussy. He rubs your pussy lips between the V created by his index and middle finger. “Agghhh,” you moan loudly at the stimulation. 

Taehyung takes one lip in his mouth, sucking it hungrily. He flicks it with his tongue in between the sucking, making you clench frantically. You need his tongue somewhere else. You push your hips against his face in hope of getting some stimulation where you really need it, but the iron grip he has on your hips doesn’t allow any movement.

“Pleasee..” you whine loudly. 

“Please what?” He bites your ass. You know exactly what he wants to hear, but you are not gonna— you feel swipe his finger across your entrance and you give up.

“Please daddy, please stop teasing me!” You cry out. 

“Good girl,” he presses small kisses all over your ass. You arch your back at the praises, suddenly wanting to hear more of them. Taehyung closes his lips around your entrance, licking your labia rapidly with his flat tongue. 

He hasn’t even touched your clit but you feel the bubble of pleasure building up quickly. His tongue runs in circles against your inner labia making you roll your hips. Your walls start to clench as you feel your climax approach. 

Taehyung senses your clenching and stops abruptly. “Were you just gonna cum?” He asks amusingly. “Yes you assh-” you yelp when his hand lands on your pussy, smacking it. The pain sends pleasure all over your nether region making you shudder.

“Yes daddy, I was,” your breathless voice replies. 

“Such a slutty kitten, was gonna cum just from me licking her folds,” he stands back on his feet. He turns you around and pushes you against the wall, manhandling you.

Taehyung runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it to make you look into his eyes. “Where’s the big talk now, kitten? All it took was one spank to put you back in your place,” he taunts.

His dominating aura only allows whimpers to leave your lips. Your gaze travels to his lips, fuck you want to feel his lips on yours again. “I want to taste daddy,” you lean for a kiss but he pulls away making your lips chase his.

“You wanna taste daddy?” His grip on your hair tightens a bit. You nod eagerly, biting your lip. 

“Open your mouth.”

You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out. His jaw moves, as he gathers his spit. You close your eyes with anticipation, eagerly waiting for his spit to land on your tongue.

The sound of his chuckle makes you open your eyes. You whine when he does nothing further. “What?” He says laughing, “what were you expecting kitten?” 

“Y-Your spit,” you mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed to say it out loud. 

“Say it loud and clear, just like your moans,” he prods.

“Your spit daddy!” You reply in a high pitched moan. 

“Is that what you want?” He raises an eyebrow smugly. You stick your tongue out again, nodding. He tugs your hair lightly making you crane your neck. A globe of spit finally lands on your tongue making you hum with satisfaction. 

“Swallow,” he orders, wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you lightly. He feels the movement of your throat as you swallow his spit.

Taehyung kisses your mouth sliding his tongue in. He places his hands under your thighs lifting you up as he carries you upstairs to his room, lips never breaking contact. 

Your tits bounce when he throws you on the Mattress of his bed. He takes his suit jacket off, before folding the sleeves of his shirt. He hooks his arms under your legs as he pushes you closer, towards the edge of his bed. 

He places small kisses on your stomach making his way down to your still clothed cunt. He pulls your panties between teeth slowly tugging them off. You lift your hips to help him slide it off completely. He spits your panties out of his mouth, glaring at your now completely naked body laying in front of him. 

“Spread your legs for daddy,” he orders. You comply eagerly, spreading your legs wide open exposing your most intimate area to his greedy eyes. You notice the now huge bulge in his pants, as you lift up your hand in an attempt to stroke his clothed cock. He slaps your hand away, “did I say you can touch me?” he asks rhetorically. 

Taehyung lifts up your leg, placing it on his shoulder as he bites the pad of your toe. The small nip causes tingles of pleasure to run throughout your lower body. He sucks on your ankle lightly, maintaining eye contact to observe each reaction of yours. He presses a trail of kisses from your ankle, to your shin till he finally reaches your thigh. He bites the soft flesh of your inner thigh not so softly, making you cry. He runs his tongue over the bitten area to soothe the sting. 

He dips his head between your legs, as he swipes his nose between your folds inhaling deeply. His nose bumps your clit making you cross your legs around his head, on reflex. “Stay still or I’m not doing anything,” he warns, pushing your legs apart. He latches your left lip in his mouth, sucking it roughly. He releases it and gives the other lip the same treatment. 

You gush out because of his teasing, wanting nothing more than his lips on your poor neglected clit. “Taehyung, pleasee,” you whine loudly. “Please what?” he asks in a husky voice. “Do something, I want more,” your voice sounds so desperate it even surprises you. “Hmm, like what? Gotta be more explicit with your words kitten.”

“Touch me,” you let out a breathy moan making Taehyung scoff. “Beg for it,” his voice drops an octave, sounding almost dangerous as he looks at your needy figure with lust lidded eyes. He’s keen on making you beg for it, taking your challenge seriously. “Please please daddy, make me cum. Please, I'm so desperate for your touch.”

He hums in satisfaction at your neediness, “so needy for daddy aren’t you?” You nod eagerly at his question. “Fuck look at you dripping on the sheet,” he swipes his finger across your entrance collecting your arousal. He finally blesses you by wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking it hungrily. 

Taehyung’s fingers open your folds as he licks your entrance groaning at the taste of your arousal. “Such a sweet fucking pussy,” he slowly pushes his tongue inside your hole massaging your walls with his tongue. He starts tongue fucking your hole, drinking up your juices simultaneously. He shifts his attention back on your clit, flicking it teasingly. He slides two fingers inside your puffed cunt. “Aghh, s-so good nghh,” you moan when his fingers start stretching you out by their scissoring movement.  

His fingers feel so big, you wonder what his cock would feel like. You look down at him making out with your clit as his fingers disappear inside you. You let out a cry when he enters the third finger inside your hole, “gotta stretch you real good for daddy’s huge cock,” he grunts moving his fingers in and out of your pussy. His grunts send vibrations to your clit throwing you on the brink of your orgasm. “Aghh, yes! I-I’m gonna cum,” you say when his fingers start moving at a rapid speed.

He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. He lays his tongue flat against your pussy, fingers taking over your clit. The texture of his tongue against your pussy feels different. “Cum on my tongue,” he growls, rubbing your clit tightly. “Cum,” he pauses, “now,” his deep grunt sends waves after waves of pleasure throughout your entire body as you cum, hard. Taehyung licks your folds clean from your arousal. He keeps licking your pussy as you come down from the waves of pleasure. 

Taehyung detaches his mouth from your entrance as he stands up, to take off his clothes. His taut muscles come into view making you gawk while his hands work on undoing his belt. You gasp when he frees his dick from the confines of his underwear. He’s massive, you knit your eyebrows biting your lip as you admire his swollen pink tip. “Please let me suck you off daddy,” your sweet honey dipped voice requests.

“You want daddy to shove his dick down your throat?” 

“Mhmm yes,” you whimper. “Ahnn,” he licks his lips, “how bad?”

“So so bad, want it in my mouth wrapped around my lips, wanna taste your cock,”you breathe heavily. “Well, too bad you are not gonna get it,” he grunts, “don’t forget what a brat you have been.”

Suddenly the ache between your legs starts building again, you are not satiated, you want his dick inside you. He spits down on your pussy letting his spit dribble down on your already leaking hole. Your cheeks heat up at his lewd act, as you roll your hips to get your hole closer to the tip. He lands a spank on your clit making you shudder from the pain before it slowly fades into pleasure, “be a good girl if you want my cock,” his tip teases your folds.

“Sorry daddy, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

“You’ll be respectful to daddy and not a brat?” he asks, enjoying your submissive state. “Yes! Yes daddy I’ll do anything you want, please put your dick in and fuck the brat out of me,” you whine.

Taehyung flips you on your front, pulling your hips up. You arch your back, raising your ass higher in the air. He licks your clit all the way up from your asshole. You turn your head to look at him. 

Taehyung gives his cock a few strokes before lining it with your entrance. “Yes yes please daddy,” you mewl desperately.

“Fuck, such a tight little pussy, even after I relaxed you on my tongue” he growls, as his bulbous tip enters your pussy, stretching you out deliciously. “S-So big,” your breathy voice replies when he slowly invades your narrow walls. 

“But you can take it, can’t you? Show daddy what a good little slut you can be,” he coos, moving slowly to push his cock deeper, giving you time to adjust. 

You moan loudly when he’s finally balls deep inside you, making your walls clench around him tightly. Taehyung lets out a deep breathy moan when your velvety walls hug his length, you feel so warm and wet around him. You clench deliberately this time, just to hear his beautiful moan again.

“Ngh.. are you okay?” He asks in a low voice.

“Yes, you are just so big fuck,” you whimper.

He pulls out his cock before slamming it inside your pussy. The deep thrust pushes your hips forward, if it weren’t for his grip on your hips you would’ve fallen on the mattress from the force. 

His thrusts produce lewd clapping noises in the otherwise silent room. A blush creeps on your cheeks from the pornographic sounds. He rubs your clit in circles as his thrusts start to gain momentum.  

He pulls your hips closer just before thrusting his cock in, setting a rhythm. You feel your orgasm bubbling up again, “I’m gonna.. aghh,” you cry out loud. He rubs your clit like a madman, while his cock stretches your walls even further. 

“Such a slut for my cock, look at you sucking me in so desperately.”

“Yes yes, don’t stop daddy!” 

Taehyung feels your orgasm approaching by the way your walls flutter erratically. He gives you a deep power thrust and your orgasm takes over. The climax hits you like a truck as you cum, hard. You close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you, your limbs feel too weak to support your body. Taehyung holds you through your high, pressing gentle kisses on your back as you come down from your high.

He lays you down on your back once your breathing is somewhat normal. He hovers over your body, sucking the skin of your neck. He places small pecks on the valley of your breast. “Such nice tits,” he slaps both your tits lightly, making them jiggle, before taking one in his mouth. 

He bites on your nipple, making you shudder. He sticks out his tongue to circle your areola, making you wet like you didn’t just cum. Taehyung rolls your left nipple between his fingers, pinching it lightly, while his mouth works on sucking the right tit. 

He releases your tit from his mouth with a ‘pop’. Moving to the neglected nipple, sucking and biting it till his heart's content. Your nipples look red and swollen, covered in his spit.

“Put it in Tae,” You demand.

“Are you sure you can take it?” He looks at your fucked upstate. 

“Yes, wanna make daddy cum,” you pout.

Taehyung smirks at your reply, taking his cock in his hand before spanking your clit with it. A series of mewls and whimpers escape your lips when he rubs his cock against your folds, spreading your wetness all over his cock.

Your wetness slips his cocks inside your entrance.  Despite getting stretched twice, he still feels big. “MMhmm” you let out a huffed moan as he slips his clock in and out of you slowly. You can see him holding back, so as not to hurt you. 

“Faster, god you stretch me out so good,” you beckon him to move faster.

 “Yeah, you want it fast, want me to wreck this little pussy,” he grunts, “that Jungkook isn’t balls deep inside your pussy now huh, who’s making you feel good now? Whose dick are you squeezing now?”

“Agh, y-yours nghhh yours daddy!” You manage to reply. 

“Whose dick are you gonna cum on? Who does this pussy belong to?” He growls anomalistically

“Yours Tae, only yours!” Your scream, feeding onto his possessiveness.

“That’s right, now milk my cock like a good little slut.”

You feel the similar knot in your abdomen, you know your orgasm is approaching but you want to cum with him. You run your hand through his hair pulling him closer to give him a sloppy kiss. 

You tug his hair making him slam harder, his thrusts are enough to make you cum without even touching your clit. You clench your walls harder as your orgasm starts overtaking your body. Your eyes roll into your head, furrowing your brows as shocks of pleasure travel to your whole body. 

“So beautiful,” Taehyung whisper fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Fill me up daddy, wanna feel your cum inside my pussy,” you whimper as your climax slowly starts to fade away. You lift your neck to press small kisses on his Adam’s apple.

“Fuck, take it,” he thrusts even faster as white ropes of cum enters your pussy filling you up. You clench your walls milking every last drop of his cum. His body drops on yours as you scratch his back comfortingly. 

He lifts up his body, putting the weight on his arms, still hovering over you. “You look so beautiful when you cum, I wanna see it again,” his hand travels down to your clit making you whimper with overstimulation. 

“I-I can’t Tae,” you whine. 

“You will,” he growls, “Just give me one more, wanna see that pretty look on your face.”

His thumb rubs your swollen bead making you squirm. The pain from your sensitivity soon turns pleasurable. You bite your lip hard when you feel your pussy tighten. “That’s it you are almost there,” he increases the speed of his thumb.

His cock still inside you makes you feel so full. “Let go,” he applies a bit more pressure on your clit. 

That is all it takes and you feel your knot building up before you let go. “Such a good girl,” he coos, pressing light kisses on your forehead as he draws an exhausting orgasm out of you. 

He slowly pulls out of you when you come down from your climax. Your eyes feel too heavy due to exhaustion. You feel Taehyung cleaning your folds with a wet towel, before drifting off to sleep. You feel a strong pair of arms pulling you closer before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes flutter open as the rays of the sun enter the room from the space between the curtains. You stretch your arms above your head, yawning as you try to wake up from your slumber. 

You shift around to find the bed empty next to you. Where is he? You sit on the bed clutching the cover to your chest, trying to look for some clothes. Oh, your dress is downstairs, you blush remembering last night's endeavours. But why’s he not here? What if he regrets it, or worse, what if it was just fun for him, you feel your chest get heavy from your bleak thoughts.

Your knees feel weak as you try to get up from the bed. You find Taehyung's shirt laying on the floor, you put it on to cover your naked body. You step out of the room to look for Taehyung only to find him half naked talking on the phone. He’s shirtless from the top while a pair of Grey sweatpants hang loosely around his waist, you bite your lip at the view.

“I need the report of net revenues too,” he ends the call, turning around to see you standing before him. “I’m sorry did I wake you up from the call?”

“No, I was already awake,” your fingers play with the sleeves of his shirt.

“I was going to make you some ramen, that’s all I have,” he replies in his raspy morning. “I’m still in the process of moving in.”

“No need, I’m just going to change and leave,” you turn around to leave but his voice stops you.

 “Are you gonna do this again?”

“Do what?” You look at him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Can’t you see that I’ve feelings for you,” he huffs. 

“What?” You raise your eyebrows. He likes you? You don’t know what to say, you never imagined your feelings being reciprocated.

“Yeah, I think I made that pretty obvious,” he mutters, looking at your reaction.

“Let’s see,” You point out your fingers, “we weren’t able to stand each other in high school, you teased me all the time even now aaand you kissed me and didn’t even contact me after that, I guess why I didn’t get a clue.”

“Ok maybe not that obvious,” he rubs the back of his neck.  

“I thought-,” You look down avoiding eye contact, “you were just playing with me.”

“Aww kitten,” coos as he steps closer cupping your face in his palms. “I didn’t know you were having these thoughts, I’m sorry I should’ve said something, I just got busy with taking over the new CEO role,” he sighs.

Ohh, that’s why he didn’t text you, “so you really like me?” You look at him with doe eyes.

“Why else do you think I agreed to be your date?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “to tease me?”

“Well that too,” he jokes, earning a playful smack from you. “But I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“Mhmm, and how are you planning to do that?” You bite your lip.

“Hmm Maybe a warm bath and I’d like to take you out on a real date as my girl,” he mutters the last words nervously. 

“I’d love that,” you smile widely as Taehyung leans forward to kiss you. His cushiony lips kiss you softly, gently sliding his tongue inside to feel yours.

You end the kiss abruptly, pulling away as a question strikes you, “why were you such an ass to me in school.”

“I liked it, your conversations always got heated and I liked how you treated me,” he admits. “It was different than how you treated others, made me feel special like it was our thing.”

You shake your head in disbelief, unable to control the smile that twitches the corner of your lips upward. You reply by capturing his lips in yours to continue your kiss.

You still can’t stand him, but this time you know it’s because you are falling for him.

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I hope you enjoyed reading it, do let me know how you like it by sending me an ask. Your feedback would mean a lot.🥺

-Rose 🤎

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[theloveoftoms]

Volleyball - Maverick x reader

Summary: A friendly game of beach volleyball with the guys.

A/N: Wooh hoo! I finally got around to writing one of my many top gun ideas down here on my blog. As you have probably guessed by now, yes my phat and juicy crush for maverick aka young tommy cruise is flourishing as ever, thus my love of writing fics for his characters 'ooh daddy issues'. I hope you enjoy this one and if you do feel free to check out my masterlist xxx-m

The beach was usually pretty busy during the day, that's why, after you were done training for the day at top gun, you and your classmates would head down to spend the evening at the beach. Sometimes you would go for a swim in the blue coastal waters, or sit on the sand and enjoy a plate of takeout food, but your favourite nights were the ones where you would play a friendly game of volleyball.

Although your class had nearly forty people in it, it usually was the same set of six (yourself included) that would come down to the beach to hang out.

You had driven down in your old blue chevy, a two-seater with a passenger door that had to be opened from the inside. Your friend, and RIO, Cassie - one of the only other females at all of top gun - drove down with you, sitting in the passenger seat, humming along to the tunes on the 'top 40' radio station.

She fastened her sandy blonde hair back into a slick ponytail, leaving a couple of strands out to frame her face. "We are totally going to demolish them at volleyball tonight," she said, looking at herself in the visor mirror.

You turned the ignition off and withdrew the key, "You got that right!"

The two of you hopped out of the car and walked over to the volleyball court, which was simply just a weathered net tied between two poles on the sand.

The sun, now a pool of tangerine orange, beginning its descent for the night. It's nightly ritual making the sky a heavenly shade of orange, with yellows and pinks intertwined. The San Diego evening sun was gorgeous to watch from the sand on the beach.

The guys arrived shorty after, Iceman and Slider arriving together in Ice's sports car, goose in his practical corolla, a suitable family sized car, and then last was maverick, driving into the parking lot at a rapid speed on his black and red motorcycle, grinning at us as he pulled into a spot.

"Great of you to finally join us," you greeted maverick sarcastically, walking over to him with the sandy volleyball tucked loosely beneath your arm.

Maverick took of his dark aviators and rolled his eyes, "So," he begun, walking over to the group, "Since theres six of us, how do we want to do teams tonight?"

Iceman looked around, looking at the group then later to the waters, "We could do two on two and do a sort of tournament?"

"RIO's and pilots," goose interjected.

You all agreed and devised a schedule. First, maverick and goose would play iceman and slider. You and Cassie took a seat in the sand and watched the guys ready themselves for the game.

Each one of them, shedding their same variation of their navy branded tee-shirts and warming their muscular torsos to the evening sun. Cassie's cheeks turned a flush shade of pink when she saw slider wink at her after noticing her gaze on his shirtless body, "hiya cass," he said from the sand, waving adoringly. Cass looked away and laughed.

"So," you begun, nudging Cassie's arm with your own, "How's things between the two of you going?"

Cassie and slider had been spending a whole lot of time together lately. They started off, drinking together after work, then their relationship progressed to something more. Nights at hers, nights at his, the occasional kiss in the halls. Neither of them were willing to put a label on the relationship just yet, but you knew that Cassie was beginning to fall for slider.

The first game was over and done with in a matter of ten minutes. Iceman and slider had lost miserably to goose and maverick. So now, you and Cassie would play the losers.

You ripped of your own tee and jogged over to the net in your black sports bra and athletic shorts. It was so hot out, even in the evening.

Since ice and slider had lost the last match, the would serve first. Slider crept his way to the back corner of the court and shot the ball over the net, right into your square. You dove, arms locked infront of you, sending your body to the sand in order to hit the ball over the net.

You shot the ball over to iceman, who spiked it back over the net, and lucky for you, while you were getting up, cassie did the honours of returning the spike, sending the ball into the sand on the other side.

The two of you cheered and high fived, having earned your first three points.

Iceman and slider were ruthless, hitting the ball back in ways that made it nearly impossible to hit, but somehow the two of you persevered. The score soon rose to 18 - 9, with your team in the lead, now, all that was left was three more points then you and cassie would have secured your place in the final round.

The two of you hit the ball back and forth with iceman and slider, holding a rally for longer than usual, this was your chance, when you got the ball, you jumped high and slammed the ball down towards the sand. Iceman dove, but it was no use, the ball had made contact with the sand and you and cassie had won the match!

Cheers rang out and the two of you celebrated. Iceman and slider walked off the court laxly, taking their seats in the sand where maverick and goose had just been sitting.

"Are you ready to loose Denver?" maverick asked you, calling you by your call sign, glaring at you through the net.

You shook you head and got situated in your position as Cassie served the ball over the net. Goose dove to the sand hitting it back and you did the same. This game was going to be much harder than the one you had just played, and Iceman and slider were no easy opponents!

Your team was equally matched up against maverick and goose, so much so, that when the score rose by three, the other team was not far behind in reciprocating for their losses.

The score was 21-21, the next team to score would be declared the winners. You squatted down, in the format of an alpine skier and eyed up maverick through the stitching of the worn net. "Don't choke, maverick," you said, smirking, adding a sweet tone at the end of his name, "you wouldn't want to loose to a bunch of girls."

Maverick lifted his aviators to make eye contact and rolled his green eyes, "you wish y/n."

Goose cleared his throat, "okay, okay, now if we're all done with the half assed trash talk, let's get rolling, carol wants me home before eight."

Cassie nodded and got in position to serve. Thank goodness she was the one to serve, knowing well enough it wasn't your strongest skill. Cass sent the ball high over the net into gooses quadrant, sending him diving into the sand. The ball shot up and maverick hit it over to the middle of your court.

"Mine!" you shouted as you dove face forward into the sand. Thankfully, in the nick of time, you were able to send the ball up to cassie who sent it back over the net.

Maverick jumped up to retrieve the ball and smacked it straight back. It was all lined up, the perfect opportunity to end the game, and begin your victory. "I got it!" you said as you spiked the ball to the sand on the opposite side, securing you and cassie the winning point.

"Nice!" Cassie called out, running in to give you a high five, "We won!"

You wrapped your arms around your friend, pulling her into an embrace, "whooo!" you cheered.

Maverick and goose looked defeated, but released the game was over. Goose had already slipped on his jacket and had his car keeys in hand, "well, I've got to go, Bradley's demanding that I read to him tonight."

"See ya goose. It was a good game," you said, firmly shaking the hand of your opponent.

Since goose was leaving, iceman and slider decided it was their turn to leave as well, and cassie hopped in, sliding in the back seat next to her boyfriend - their evening was just beginning...

Now it was just maverick and you, standing together beneath the golden light, both sweaty and covered in sand, grinning at one another.

You stepped forward first, extending your hand to maverick, "good game?" you asked.

The brunette looked at your hand and then back up at you, with a gently grin on his face, "Good game."

#top gun #maverick #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #maverick x reader #pete maverick mitchell #peter x mj #lt pete mitchell #san diego #hot #volleyball #beach volleyball #who knows how many times I've watched the top gun volleyball scene on YouTube

[mrslackles]

what do you think are gg's biggest flaws?

Ooh, Anon! It’s like you’re in my head. 

I’m busy making a video (that will probably never see the light of day) about this --  my distance from the show has really helped with some super objective clarity -- so I’ll use my notes from that to help me answer. 

I’ll preface this by saying what I was most shocked by after putting down all the points was that Rio isn’t even mentioned until really far down??

Anyway, let's get into it.

These are Good Girls' greatest flaws in my opinion (and relative to season 1 -- while I think it had its flaws too, the list is far smaller and I think that's a separate post)

1. It didn't stick to its guns

What set this show apart from others in the 'Everyday person does crime (poorly)' genre was its comedic lightness, strong friendship element, relatability and emphasis on girl power.

a) By season 2, the lightness was already slowly disappearing to make way for season 3's darkness. (Quite literally; this show said sunlight scenes for WHO.) It also stopped being as fun. Remember how it genuinely used to be fun? I mean let's not forget The Best Scene Ever where Ruby shoots Big Mike by accident and we all laughed our asses off. (Compare and contrast to a similar-in-tone-and-context scene -- or even the whole episode -- like Boomer popping up behind them as Rio's package in season 3.) I think season 3 had some great lines and laughs, but in general, the fun element was completely missing for me.

b) As was the friendship. We already know Annie and Ruby basically became Beth's backup dancers in season 2, but at least then they still seemed to have some type of agency. In season 3, they rarely question Beth's (truly questionable) decisions, don't talk to her about shit like why she's still with her horrible husband and have very few true friendship moments as they did in season 1.

c) Which made it less relatable, but what also contributed was the major plot holes (it's less easy to relate when you're constantly having to remind yourself to suspend your disbelief). And, to be honest, their stupid actions. Just the most common-sense things weren't followed, like not taking your children to a crack den or not putting a hit out on a gang leader. It's frustrating watching a TV show -- where characters are supposed to learn things, have arcs and improve over time -- and feeling like you have more logical sense than all the main characters in every scene. (WHO would think a hitman was going to use a sniper rifle on people in broad daylight on the side of the road???)

d) You don't have to look any further than the title or the stans who shout "THE SHOW IS ABOUT THE GIRLS" -- or, hell, the first 10 seconds of the show where Sara is literally talking about the glass ceiling -- to know that the main characters being women is very important to the show. If not formally feminist, it was at least supposed to be empowering or feel like "girl power" (a term I hate, but we won't get into that now).

And I think it did it pretty well in season 1 -- it actually played on my favourite theme of the show, which is the world's perception of these women being what ultimately allows them to get away with so much. (Rife with opportunities for commentary about white privilege, but also a genius way to upend patriarchal beliefs.) But more and more it seemed like the show was asking you to accept empowerment as simply "these things are being done by women, yay".

And, well.

2. Its marketing

I'll keep this one short because I think we all know how messed up this situation is. Basically they're selling a show (every week!) that they're not making while ignoring all feedback on every social media platform. Which brings us to...

3. The marriage of Death

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times -- Beth's character development starts with getting rid of Dean. Her growth is stunted by him on multiple fronts and it's frustrating to viewers since she's constantly put forth as the main character. Not to mention how the audience, separately from Beth, was originally conditioned to see Dean as the scum of the earth (think of scenes like him crashing his car because he was perving on a woman jogging) so keeping them together is really... a choice. To actively root for this marriage (which seems like what the show wants, at least for the protracted moment) means either thinking Dean is a great person (which, as I said, we've only seen the opposite of) or believing he's all Beth deserves. Which leads me to...

4. Beth's (socio)path(y)

Is sociopath a 'good' word? Probably not. Have I seen dozens upon dozens of posts talking about whether Beth is one? Yes. And I see it from a huge variety of people -- from viewers who just binged the show last weekend to those who've been watching for years, the question keeps coming up. And I entirely blame the writing of the show that, by the way, I don't believe is deliberately creating Beth to get this reaction. I think she's written (and, to an extent, acted) in a way that is much too aloof and I'm not convinced it's meant to come off as cold and unfeeling as it does. Everything else leads me to believe that the audience is supposed to root for Beth, but it's just so difficult.

Beth does a lot of messed up shit that requires dialogue to sympathise with her and the inner workings of her mind, but in the later seasons Beth rarely gets to express herself verbally. And every time she does get to speak about her emotions, the dialogue is a pick-your-own-adventure between "She's in so much denial", "This person feels no emotions" and "I'll go find an analysis/fic later to explain this" (scenes like "Nothing" or "I was just bored"). Compare and contrast with some of the great scenes in season 1 where she emotes, like her paralysing shock after they first rob the store or admitting she enjoys crime, or (one of my favourites!) the one in the park where she's mimicking the other mothers beside her.

5. Brio

I said in the beginning that I was shocked Rio doesn't get mentioned until this point and that's because I've always felt like he was an integral part of the show. When people say the show is about the girls, they're truncating -- the show is about the girls getting into crime. That crime is represented by Rio over and over again -- they never bring in another criminal at his level (which is another one of its flaws, but that's also a different post); Rio is it.

And though I stand by Rio's importance, the truth is that Brio isn't as essential to the show, by which I mean that if all of the above were done well, it wouldn't be as sorely missed. In lieu of riveting plot, a fun friendship, character development and empowerment, most viewers have glommed onto Brio like a lifeboat (or ship, heh).

Unfortunately it's also what the show has most stubbornly refused to develop significantly.

It's honestly a toss-up for why I feel Brio is a flaw: is the flaw that they got together? That they never got together well enough? That the writing keeps bringing in these 'chemistry-filled' scenes that are ultimately filled with air?

I don't know. Maybe all of them; maybe just one, depending on the day.

6. Its criticism falls flat without intersectionality

This is a big one because Good Girls is *trying* to do something very clever. As mentioned previously, my favourite theme of the show is how the women's apparent innocence/vulnerability in the eyes of society is their biggest strength. The show plays with this and other interesting themes with varying levels of success, but ultimately they all fall a little flat when they don't feel intersectional.

When Ruby gets sidelined. When Turner, who sees and all but calls out by name Beth's privilege, is portrayed as the villain. When Rio is told he's gonna "pop a cap" in his young child's "ass". When the racist grandma becomes a sympathetic character whom we must later grieve. (And she really didn't have to be racist, now that I think about it? It was just that one line for laughs and that was it.) When, despite the real-world implications, Dean can loudly announce in a store that he's buying a gun to kill someone with and the show just glides past it. When Ruby has to grovel for forgiveness from Beth for trying to protect her husband and family from the system, with no acknowledgement from Beth about how their realities are different. When Rhea gets booted off the show as soon as she's done serving Beth's plot. When Rio gets treated like a prostitute for absolutely no reason. (Oh, and is accused of raping Beth and is literally spoken of as an animal and starts only existing in zero dim lighting as a one-dimensional stereotype... the list goes on.)

7. PR/The actors

I'll risk my life here to sprinkle this in because I do think it's a massive problem. The Manny/Christina of it all is just the tip of the iceberg (although wtf Good Girls? There's nothing you could do to get these two into an interview together??). The main actors do the bare minimum to promote the show and it's weird. I also think it's the height of unprofessionalism to keep characters on the show against the wishes of the majority of the audience just because you enjoy their actors (Boomer confirmed; Dean highly suspected). While, on the flip side of the coin, limiting a character's screentime because you aren't best buddies with them. Having less and less Rio when he's such a fan favourite is dumb; as is not including him in any series marketing material. It feels personal and that isn't how a TV show should be run.

8. The entire hair and wardrobe department needs a stern talking-to

#Anonymous #NBC Good Girls #also imo Matthew Lillard is weird af online #and he's lucky he has his Scooby Doo rep #anyway Reno Mae and Isaiah are my faves #on IG #ALSO speaking of wardrobe! #I saw the Fitzpatrick scene #and it was really good ngl #but also Beth LOOKED good?? #her makeup was nice again #and there were even HEELS #the granny belt was also present again BUT #the rest was really nice #last also #the intersectionality really affects every other point as well #this show's racist/tone-deafness is an undercurrent throughout #sorry this took me so long to answer Anon! #I wanted to get everything #I had to come back and add the hitman thing #because it was SO DUMB!!!!! #I will forever have a gripe with that scene #it also was only funny for the first few seconds but the director persevered

[bokutos-eyebrows]

A Trip to Paradise

I literally am so in love with Hinata I just want to give him everything. In celebration of his birthday I present to you a smut fic starring our favorite Tangerine boy… :) he deserves all the pleasure in the world. Please enjoy~

Hinata Shoyo x fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: NSFW 18+, semi spoilers

On vacation in Rio, you get ditched by your “friends”. With nothing better to do, you watch the local beach volleyball tournament, and catch the eye of the best player there…

Hey, we went out to the club~ See you later tonight maybe? We might need a ride to the hotel!

“Fuck,” you groaned as you read the text that popped up on your phone. “Who goes clubbing at 11 am?” 

You had come on this trip with girls from school who thought you were your friends, but they had ditched you to go clubbing multiple times throughout the week.  Not wanting to babysit a bunch of drunk girls, you decided to ignore their text and explore the city.

It was another hot day in Rio, the beach was crowded of course, but you enjoyed people watching. Your eyes scanned the horizon before falling on a large crowd. Huh, beach volleyball? You watched as the crowd erupted in cheers. Curious, you made your way over to the commotion. 

The star of the show was a tan, orange haired boy. He was fast, even in the sand, and could both set and spike almost flawlessly. You were awestruck by his passion for the sport. He and his partner won that set, furthering in the competition. You stayed to watch the next game, unable to take your eyes off him. 

“Another win for Hinata Shoyo,” The announcer boomed as the crowd cheered loudly. Someone started chanting “Ninja! Shoyo! Ninja! Shoyo” which caught on quickly. Hinata beamed at the praise, waving his hands and bowing. He must be a local, you thought before locking eyes with him through the crowd. He shot you a huge smile and thumbs up, and just like that, you fell under the Shoyo love spell.

You stuck around for the remainder of the competition. Watching Hinata dominate the court was addicting. You loved seeing his smile when the crowd cheered for him. Entranced by the talented player, you didn’t realize you had 4 missed calls from your friends.

Walking away from the tournament, you called your friend back only to receive a drunken earful about how you needed to come pick them up. Begrudgingly, you left the beach. After an hour of trying to wrangle up the drunken group safely back to your hotel, you headed back to the beach.

“There's still a while before sunset,”  you mumbled to yourself, “I hope I didn’t miss the end of the competition.” But to your dismay, there was no longer a crowd, just a few groups playing around on the courts. You sighed, sad that you wouldn’t be getting another glimpse of the majestic Shoyo.

“Oh! There you are!” You heard an enthusiastic voice call out from behind you. Turning around, your heart fluttered as you saw the orange haired boy running towards you. 

“Hi! I’m Hinata Shoyo! I saw you in the crowd today, thanks for cheering me on!” He beamed at you, smile as bright as the sun.

“H-Hi I’m y/n.” You stuttered, surprised that he recognized you.

“Aah! Y/n! Are you here on vacation?” 

You explained your situation to an empathetic Hinata. He knew how lonely this city could be when you’re on your own. He took you for a walk down the beach as he listened to you vent about your ‘friends’.

“Well, if you want, I can show you around! I know all the best spots in town!” 

You smiled at him, “It’s okay! You really don’t have to just becau-”

“But I want to...” Hinata interrupted, “So let’s go, yeah?” He grabbed you by the hand, leading you to the best date of your life.

Everywhere Hinata took you, the locals were calling out to him, asking about his day and offering fruits or drinks. He had friends in every part of the city, even the stray dogs and cats adored him. He bought you your favorite ice cream, fresh from the local paleteria. 

Shoyo had so many stories about his volleyball antics, things that happened during his delivery job, and just daily life, that you were convinced he was the most interesting person in the world. The way his eyes lit up when he remembered something funny or talked about his friends back in Japan was enamoring. I could listen to him for hours… you mused.

“Oh! It’s almost sunset, I know a really nice spot overlooking the ocean, if we hurry we can make it in time!” Hinata exclaimed, grabbing you by the hand again.He took you to a secluded hill with a panoramic view of the entire coastline.

“Hinata, will you take a picture of me please? I want to remember this view.” 

He took your phone as you posed with the sunset in the background. After taking a few pictures, you noticed him struggling to focus on the camera.

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

“N-No, I’m just having a hard time since the view is so beautiful…”

“Yes! I’ve never seen a sunset like this!”

“No,” Hinata looked up at you, “You’re the most beautiful view.”

As much as you wanted to giggle at the cheesy line, Hinata said it with so much genuine sincerity you couldn’t help but blush. He stood next to you, handing your phone back, also blushing deeply.

“W-Was that too much?” He stuttered nervously.

“Not at all,” You put a hand on his cheek, “It was really sweet...you’re really sweet. No one’s ever shown me such a fun day..” You felt Hinata’s breath hitch as you leaned in closer. 

“Shoyo, can I kiss you?” 

“You can do anything you want to me, y/n.”

With that, your lips gently pressed onto his. He tasted faintly of strawberries from the ice cream he had earlier. You felt Hinata’s hands slowly grasp your waist. Not wanting the moment to end, you deepened the kiss, slowly moving your lips in rhythm with his. You loved how he smelled like the faintest hint of sunscreen and sea breeze. 

Hinata squeezed your hips as you opened your eyes slightly just to look at the precious boy. His long lashes fluttered as you kissed him. He looks so cute even with his eyes closed. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The slightest gasp left your mouth as you felt his growing hard on press up against your stomach.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it..” 

You giggled and pressed your body closer to his. “Why don’t you take me to your place next?” Hinata smiled slyly as he led you back to the city towards his apartment.

As you arrived, Hinata was fiddling with the lock on his front door. You hugged him from behind and started kissing his neck, making him almost drop his keys in his frenzy to get you to his bedroom. He finally got the door open and gently pulled you inside, pushing you up against the door after closing it.

“I’m going to get you back for that, y/n.” He teased as he started to leave wet kisses on your neck. You moaned, excited to see what the night had in store for you.

“Hinata! OH! UH S-Sorry!” You hear a new voice yell as the silhouette of another man runs away.

“Oh, shit! PEDRO I’M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!” Hinata broke away from you and chased after the man, only to drag him back to where you were for an awkward introduction. 

You learned that the man was Pedro, Hinata’s roommate for the duration of his stay in Brazil. He was a little awkward at first, but opened up to you when Hinata told him that you like anime and manga too. The three of you talked for a while. Hinata gave you an apologetic ‘sorry we got interrupted earlier’ look but you didn’t mind. As long as you got to stay wrapped up in the world of Hinata Shoyo a little longer, you were happy. 

“Well, I have an exam to study for tomorrow,” Pedro yawned, “If I can stay up that is…”

“Pedro! Take your studies more seriously!” Hinata chided. His roommate just waved him off and left towards his side of the apartment.

“He seems nice! I’d love to have a roommate with the same interests as me!” You spoke, turning to face Shoyo.

“I love Pedro! I feel lucky to have found him..” He scooted closer, thighs touching yours, “And I feel lucky to have found you too...should we head to my room?” 

You smiled, eager to finish what the two of you had started. “Yes, please!”

Hinata picked you up and ran to his room, locking the door behind him. He gently tossed you onto his bed. You studied his room as he got on top of you, only to have your arms suddenly pinned down above your head. 

“Hey.” Hinata bent down, face inches from yours, “Pay attention to me now, okay?” He commanded. You nodded, entranced by his sudden change. 

He smiled at you cooing different praises as he started to trail kisses up and down your chest. He released your hands as he helped you shimmy out of your top, gasping in awe at his full view of your chest.

“You’ve got such a nice body, y/n.” He whispered, fondling your breasts. You gasped in pleasure as he flicked his tongue over your nipple, earning a slight moan from him. “I’m going to make you feel so good..” 

He released your soft bud from his mouth and started kissing down your torso, licking the area above your waistband. You whined in anticipation as he unbuttoned your shorts slowly before pulling them down, leaving you in just your panties.

“Ooh! What cute panties! They’d look cuter on the floor though!” Hinata giggled, tossing off your underwear in one swoop. “Ah! That’s more like it.” He lowered his face to your already sopping wet core.

“Thanks for the meal!” 

Hinata wasted no time plunging his tongue onto your slit. He licked circles over your clit so quickly, with just the right amount of pressure, you thought you might cum right that second. You felt your orgasm building up, just as you reached the edge, Hinata moved his mouth off your clit and directly on your entrance. He pushed his tongue in, licking around your walls diligently. You gasped, eyes rolling to the back of your head. The feeling was even more intense than before and you rode out your release on Hinata’s tongue.

“Ahh! Shoyo,” You moaned out, fistfull of his hair in your hands. You felt his lips curl into a smile at your quick orgasm.  But he didn’t stop there. He started licking up and down your slit, making sure to lap up every drop of your release. You gasped in delight when you felt his fingers start rubbing your clit at the same time he was eating you out. He started to go faster, rhythmically matching his tongue with his fingers. You felt another orgasm start. Hinata reached up to cover your mouth from being too loud as you came a second time on his face. 

Exhausted, you panted out his name. He gave one more lap up and down your slit before getting up. “You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” He mused, stroking your hair. 

“Hinata,” you breathed out, “You’re amazing..I..want to feel you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Hinata threw off his clothes and started teasing you with his erect length. 

“Do you really want me to put it in?” He double checked that you were okay.

“Yes please right now!”

Hinata entered you slowly, stretching out your walls with his stiff member. He groaned out in pleasure.

“Y/n, your pussy’s so wet for me.” He whispered as he started thrusting into you. You grabbed his hips, pulling him in deeper with every thrust. He took the hint and started fucking you faster. You kissed his neck, making sure to leave hickies that would last a while after you had gone. 

Shoyo pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your stomach. You propped your ass up and he smacked it hard before pounding you from behind. He was going absolutely feral and you loved every second of it. 

“Spank me harder!” You cried out. Hinata obliged, leaving red hand prints all over your ass. He loved the fact that you’d probably still feel the sting of his hands the next day. As he thrusted into you again you felt yourself let go. Your mind went blank and your third release came out.

“Ohh y/n, you love my dick so much you squirted everywhere!” Hinata teased.

“I-I’ve ah,” you tried to speak, “I’ve never done that before.”

Hinata beamed at his accomplishment, “I told you I’d make you feel good.”

Now it was your turn. Wanting to make him feel just as good, you started thrusting back onto him, shaking your ass to give him a nice show. He tightened his grip on your hips as you clenched your walls on his length. He gasped at your change of pace.

“Y/n, I’m gonna- ah,” He pulled out of you and painted your backside with his release. Panting, he reached over and grabbed a towel to wipe you off before you both collapsed onto his bed. 

“Shoyo that was amazing.” You whispered, too exhausted to talk at full volume.

“How much longer are you staying in Rio?” He asked suddenly.

“I don’t leave for another 3 days..”

“Stay with me till then.” Hinata grabbed your face gently. “I’ll give you the best three days of your life.” 

You smiled, excited to be able to enjoy the rest of your vacation with Hinata.

“Okay. I’ll stay with you, Shoyo.”

Notes:

I literally only meant this to be a short one shot and it ended up taking 6 google docs pages I am a SIMP for this man 

#hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shouyo x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! headcanons #happy birthday hinata #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 81 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Sutan and Violet skipped out on their party plans, Bianca’s friends deeply disapproved of her new relationship, Adore struggled to get over Pearl, and Alaska harbored a secret unrequited crush on her best friend Jinkx.

This Chapter: New Year’s Eve continues, full of love and betrayal.

***

“Well? What do you think?” Bianca asked, when Courtney stepped away to greet Alaska. Her voice was low, and she was trying extremely hard to appear casual, but Jinkx could see the anxiousness in her eyes.

Jinkx grinned. It wasn’t very often that she had any kind of leg up on Bianca Del Rio, and she was prepared to milk it.

“Hmmm…”

“Come on!”

“I think she’s incredible. Gorgeous, charming, and she clearly has good taste-” Jinkx batted her lashes, framing her face with her hand, in an obvious reference to Courtney gushing all over her about what a big fan she was. Then, she gave Bianca a once-over. “Well, good taste about some things.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Bianca grumbled, bumping Jinkx with her hip, suddenly looking more like herself than she had all night.

Jinkx laughed, feeling quite pleased with herself. The truth was, Courtney was everything she’d been expecting, based on what Alaska had told her: vibrant, fun, bursting with warmth and positive energy. The only surprising thing so far was Bianca. She’d known her for almost twenty years, and hadn’t ever seen her so sparkly-eyed and doting. This relationship was clearly making her happy, giving her a new kind of brightness, and that was lovely to see.

“No, but seriously,” Jinkx continued, linking her arm through Bianca’s. “I think you guys make a great couple. Sugar Mama is a good look for you.”

“I...” Bianca opened her mouth, at first looking like she was about to protest that characterization, but then seemed to think better of it, her lips twisting into a smirk. “Yeah, well…”

Jinkx laughed, watching as Courtney gave Alaska a hug and skipped back to them, arms immediately winding around Bianca’s waist, eyes shining with love as she gazed up at her. Bianca whispered something into her ear, too soft for Jinkx to hear, before kissing her gently.

It was all disgustingly cute, Jinkx noted, nose wrinkling just slightly.

***

Raja held Raven’s hand as they slowly moved through the Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec exhibition at MoMA, the evening's guests all holding little glasses of champagne, the low tone of constant chatter all around them.

The dinner had been lovely, Raven taking obvious delight in the decadence of it all, but Raja had to admit that she missed her brother, Sutan’s absence on New Years like a little hole in her heart.

She knew he was sick, knew that it made sense that he was spending the evening at home with Violet, but Raja couldn’t help but feel forgotten.

Sutan had confided in her that he told Violet he loved her, and Raja wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t, because Sutan and Violet had only been together for about 6 months, and she had been his best friend since before they were born, their history spanning literal decades compared to Violet’s months.

In all honesty, Raja had been wavering about whether or not she wanted Violet to come along for Aspen, Kahmora a complete disaster when she had joined them. After the ‘love’ reveal though, she was happy for the opportunity to spend a few days with her brother’s girlfriend, and figure out her exact motivation for being with him, to scratch deeper and see what was hiding underneath that polite surface.

“Ooh” Fame turned around, a smile on her lip. She was wearing all white and looked positively radiant, her hand on Patrick’s elbow. “What about this one?” She pointed at one of the pieces, a group of women all standing together. “Don’t you think that would look fetching in the master bathroom?”

“Well,” Patrick looked at the painting, his other hand in his suit pocket. “Where else would you put a late 19th-century avant-garde?”

“Oh please,” Fame slapped Patrick’s arm, and Raja had to quickly take a sip of her drink, hiding her smile. “It’d be a print. You can’t hang actual art anywhere near a shower. Don’t play smart.”

“Of course, love.”

Raja had to admit that she loved how much Patrick adored needling Fame, giving her small pushes towards the edge a game they often played together, since Fame was so easy to toy with. If it had been anyone else, Raja would have stepped in to stop them, but with Patrick, she knew that he’d always be there to help put everything back together.

“I like that one-” Raven pointed to a large painting of a woman in a low cut blue dress, brown curls spilling down, two other women at her side.

“You would,” Raja pressed her lips against Raven’s temple, lowering her voice to a growl, the woman in the painting basically showing off her breasts, “wouldn’t you, you dirty girl.”

“Raj!” Raven gasped, slapping her chest before giggling.

***

Dahlia smoothed down her scarlet-colored velvet gown, surveying the club with a smile. She would never have admitted it, but when Pearl invited her to this party just yesterday, she’d immediately gone out and splurged on a new dress--and she was glad she had, because she looked like a million bucks. The top was draped, held up alluringly by delicate straps that threatened to slip down her shoulders at any moment, the waist fit her like a glove, and the slit showed off her long legs to perfection. She tossed her glossy dark hair over her shoulder, loving the many pairs of eyes that were so obviously drawn towards her.

“Can I get you a drink?” Pearl asked, voice low and sexy in her ear.

They’d started their own party earlier, pre-gaming and fooling around in Pearl’s apartment as they got ready. Dahlia had been in the middle of straightening her hair when Pearl’s fingers slid up her thighs, which nearly caused her to burn her ear. At this point, they were each about five (or so, they hadn’t really counted) drinks in and fully ready to have the night of their lives.

“Sure.”

“What do you want?” Peal asked, lips grazing her neck.

“Surprise me,” Dahlia said, biting back a whimper. She turned to Pearl, cupping her cheek and saying, “I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

She continued to feel her fantasy as she walked across the dance floor to the restrooms, humming slightly to herself as she stepped up to a sink, hips swaying as she washed her hands. She was just about to reach for a paper towel when she glimpsed a figure in the mirror behind her, coming out of a stall.

Adore.

Dahlia felt her heart sink. What on earth was Adore doing here, looking at her with that hurt puppy expression, completely destroying the delightful buzz that she’d had going on?

Apparently wondering the same thing, Adore burst out, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m...it’s a party.”

Adore swallowed, and for a second Dahlia felt the guilt tighten in her chest. They hadn’t seen each other since that awful gig, when Dahlia had ditched the band and left with Pearl. She’d spoken to the others a few times, intentionally failing to mention that Pearl was more than a one-time thing.

She and Adore had been friends since high school, but for the first time in almost ten years, looking into her face was like looking at a stranger. Dahlia didn’t like to think about how much she’d hurt her, their friendship now probably beyond repair. For a few days after their fight, Dahlia had held out some hope, but when more than a week went by, and then two, and then three and no communication from Adore, she realized that it was truly over between them, despite Aja’s insistence that there was still hope, that she’d be fine after she nursed her wounds for awhile.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Dahlia said, feeling defensive as she added, “Believe me.”

“Yeah, but how did you-”

At that moment, the door to the bathroom banged open, and in waltzed Pearl, still turnt up to 100, holding two drinks in her hands.

“Heyyyyy, D, are you ready to fuck this party up?!”

Adore turned toward her slowly, a look of horror on her face as the situation dawned on her.

Pearl looked hot as sin, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, a black long sleeved crop top clinging to her fit arms and shoving off a tone stomach, a skirt tight around her hips and ending just above her knees, a gold chain digging into the skin on her waist, her heeled boots making her ass look amazing. But Adore didn’t appear to be admiring her beauty or chic fashion sense. Instead, the look on her face was one of pure disgust.

“Are you…” Adore turned back to Dahlia, asking, “Are you here together?”

“Hell yeah!” Pearl exclaimed, before Dahlia could respond. She shot Pearl a look, trying to tell her to shut up with her eyes, but it didn’t do any good. “It’s good to see you, Delano. You look hot as fuck tonight. Want a drink?”

Adore blinked, clearly trying to figure out how Pearl could be such an absolute fucking idiot. (Dahlia was wondering the same thing.)

“...No. No, I don’t want a drink. I want you to leave. Both of you!”

“Why should we leave?” Pearl asked, sipping one of the cocktails. “We don’t have the problem here, and you don’t have to have one either.”

“Because! I’ve known Jinkx since I was a kid and my sister’s here and you’re just here to...why are you here? This isn’t even your scene!”

“I thought it would be a nice change of pace,” Pearl said. “You seriously need to relax, I thought we said we were gonna be friends.”

“Friends? Are you fucking serious, Pearl?”

“Yeah? Why not? It’s not like we ever really worked as a couple.” Pearl held out the other cocktail glass, which Dahlia assumed was meant to be for her, shaking it slightly, the ice clinking against the sides of the glass. “Jack and ginger…Isn’t that your drink? Consider it a peace off-”

“Pearl! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you have brain damage?!” Adore cried, slapping her hand away, liquor sloshing over the side of the glass. “You cannot seriously be fucking one of my oldest friends and think everything is gonna be cool! Or that you can buy me off with one cocktail from a fucking open bar!”

“This is so boring.” Pearl groaned slightly, rolling her eyes. “You’re totally ruining my buzz.”

“Good!” Adore yelled, voice hoarse, the tears filling her eyes telling Dahlia that they had about 30 seconds before a full emotional meltdown. She put her hand on Pearl’s arm, trying to signal for her to shut the fuck up so they could get the fuck out.

“Adore, there’s no need to make a scene. Why don’t you grow up and come do shots with us-”

“Do shots with you?!”

“Yes! We can all have some fun, and - what?” Pearl finally noticed Dahlia’s nails digging into her wrist, turning to her with an annoyed expression, which Dahlia ignored.

“I’m sorry,” Dahlia said instead, directly to Adore, as sincerely as possible.

Adore took a deep breath, eyes dull and glassy as she said, “Whatever. I just...please, just-”

“We’ll leave,” Dahlia assured her. After everything that went down, it seemed like the least she could do.

“But-” Pearl began, still not getting it.

“Pearl! Enough! Come.” She grabbed Pearl’s arm and pulled her towards the door, turning at the last second to give Adore one last, “Sorry.”

Adore nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. Her sorry clearly wasn’t enough. It probably never would be. She held her gaze for one more split second before she couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed the door open, shoving Pearl through.

***

“Hurry up lovely eyes!”

“I am, calm down-”

Sutan grinned as Violet grabbed yet another stack of papers from the living room table, moving them out of the way as quickly as she could, the table not at all ready for dinner, since neither of them had expected to be home. They were waiting for their food, the local Chinese restaurant nearly groaning on the phone when Sutan had placed his order, so he had promised to tip generously, though he always did anyway.

Sutan watched Violet, a small smile on his lips as the ends of his girlfriend's hair was still damp, the blue wrap dress and the thick socks so unlike the gown Sutan knew she would have otherwise worn, not that he himself wasn’t in a pair of loose sweats and a sweater.

Sutan didn’t normally pay much attention to what Violet was doing on the living room table, since they both preferred to either eat in the kitchen or at the TV, but it seemed like he should start checking in more, everything he stumbled upon utterly fascinating.

So far, he had seen completed patterns for skirt embroidery, all marked in Violet’s neat handwriting and completely idiot proof, his girlfriend clearly still not trusting the tailoring department to do their job while they were away in Aspen.

He had spotted what he assumed was the beginning of Raja’s MET clothes, seeing his twin's face stare back at him highly amusing. Violet had already done several small collections, fabrics and sketches all stapled together in little collages that gave a quick overview of her thoughts.

“Where do you want me to-” Sutan took a stack of paper from the table, wanting to help Violet, but all he managed was to make his girlfriend whip around, her eyes wide.

“Careful!”

“I am!” Sutan laughed, hooking his thumbs on top of the layers of fabric so it wouldn’t go anywhere as he walked over to the chest of drawers, putting it down to the side. “I didn’t realize you were so messy, Violet.”

“Please,” Violet snorted, leaning on her crutches with a raised eyebrow. “Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Kitchen Table.”

“Ha!” Sutan grinned, the taunt hitting exactly right, though he hadn’t actually thought about the kitchen table in forever, the surface somehow always clean when he needed it.

***

In the elevator, Dahlia fumed silently as she slipped on her coat. She’d been expecting an epic and glamorous night, not the shitshow that had just occured. Even more annoyingly, Pearl seemed unfazed by the whole thing.

“So, where to?” Pearl asked, her voice obnoxiously chipper.

“I don’t know,” Dahlia replied sullenly.

Completely oblivious to her tone, Pearl soldiered on. “There’s this great dive bar a few blocks from here, it’s-”

“A dive bar?” Dahlia cut in bitterly. “Dressed like this?”

Dahlia had not dropped nearly $300 on a new dress and spent two hours getting ready to end up in a dive bar. She crossed her arms.

“Well...I... Okay, if you want another fancy party, I can find one.” Pearl pulled up Twitter on her phone, scrolling through her feed. “I know my boss is at that MoMA thing, but I bet we can find something better-”

Suddenly though, even the thought of another extravagant party left a terrible taste in Dahlia’s mouth.

“Maybe I should just go home,” Dahlia sighed.

“What? Why?” Pearl’s head was tilted, confused, and looking at her big blue eyes, Dahlia couldn’t hold in her exasperation for a second longer.

“Because! I’m not really in the mood to sip champagne after all that! I know you’re like, hashtag unbothered by the whole thing, but it kind of sucks that I lost one of my oldest friends!” she burst out, just as the elevator reached the lobby.

Pearl touched her gently on the hand, saying sincerely, “It’s her loss, D.”

Dahlia sighed. She appreciated that Pearl was making an effort to be all ride-or-die, but it just felt too much like dismissing her feelings. She had lost something, something important, and she felt like shit.

“I just...wonder if it was worth it…” Dahlia admitted, and Pearl’s brow creased, finally bothered for the first time.

“I didn’t force you to come out with me,” she said quietly.

“I know,” said Dahlia.

“Or to fuck me.”

“I know.”

They stared at each other, a few moments of awkward silence passing before Dahlia finally looked down. It wasn’t fair of her to put all of this on Pearl, she knew that. But she couldn’t help feeling a bit resentful.

“If you really want to go home, I can get you a cab,” Pearl finally said.

Dahlia swallowed, a deep sigh leaving her. “Okay…”

So much for her epic, glamorous New Year’s Eve.

***

Still shaking a little from that awful confrontation in the bathroom, Adore walked towards the bar to order a drink. She’d been doing her best not to think about Dahlia or the whole mess with Pearl over the holidays, but Aja had asked her a few days earlier if they were gonna work things out, for the sake of the band.

Adore was thinking about it--after all, she loved her band. She loved writing music and she loved performing, and Dahlia had been part of it from the beginning. So she was trying to work up the energy to talk to her again. Or, she had been until tonight.

The fact that she was still dating Pearl was the last thing Adore expected. From Dahlia, that is. From Pearl, at this point nothing would surprise her.

Ugh.

She glanced around the room, wondering where the fuck Courtney was. Of course, she finally spotted her with Jinkx and Bianca, perched on a sofa, hanging on her sister’s arm...and likely her every word, if the look on her face was any indication.

Adore rolled her eyes, in no mood for Courtney’s slavish puppy love at the moment.

“What can I get you?” asked the bartender.

“Double Jameson,” Adore replied immediately, then after half a second added, “Actually, make it a triple.”

“You got it.”

Adore put her head on the bar and groaned slightly. Beside her, someone chuckled drily.

“Sounds like your night is going about as well as mine.” The tall blonde grinned at her sheepishly, recognition dawning in her eyes. “Wait, aren’t you Courtney’s friend?”

Adore puffed out her cheeks. She’d been known as ‘Bianca’s sister’ for most of her life, and she was resigned to it at this point. But now, she was gonna be ‘Courtney’s friend’? When would she just be herself? “Yeah. I’m Adore.”

Thankfully, the bartender set Adore’s drink down just then, allowing her to take a giant sip.

“Alaska,” supplied the blonde. “I work with Court at Galactica. I love her so much, she’s just the sweetest thing ever. She talks about you all the time.”

Frustration reaching a boiling point, Adore burst out with, “Yeah, Courtney’s the fucking greatest. My best friend. Although you wouldn’t know it tonight, since all she cares about is my fucking sister and the moon that apparently shines out of her ass.”

Alaska looked taken aback for a moment, and Adore squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just...yeah, I’m just having a real shitty night, and I...please forget I said all that.” She couldn’t help finishing with, “Even though it’s true.”

Alaska laughed, a long infectious laugh that made Adore smile in spite of her wretched mood. “Consider it forgotten…But are you okay? Feeling a little left out?”

“I mean, I guess. I don’t know. I just saw my ex, who is now dating my former friend.”

“Ouch.”

“Why don’t we talk about you instead? What’s your story?” Adore asked her.

Wincing, Alaska sipped her drink. “Let’s not. I’m…sort of going through it tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Is it worse than your friend of ten years fucking your ex right after you broke up, and then the two of them showing up pretending like everything is normal and your ex asking you to fucking do shots with them?”

“Uh…no…not worse than that. Jesus.” Alaska shook her head and gestured to Adore’s drink. “You sure a triple’s strong enough?”

Adore laughed and shook her head. “It’s not. But I’m working with what I’ve got.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I hear that.” Alaska reached out and put a hand on Adore’s. “They both sound like assholes, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Adore said gratefully, looking into Alaska’s kind brown eyes and feeling seen for the first time all night. She cleared her throat. “...Okay, I just told you my shit. Wanna tell me yours?”

“Well…” Alaska chewed nervously on the straw in her own cocktail. “I have this friend…”

“Yeah…?” Adore prompted.

“I’m in love with her, and she doesn’t feel the same way, so I come to these things to torture myself.”

“Fuck.” Adore nodded, completely understanding this girl’s pain. She tossed back the last of her drink, then slammed the glass back down onto the bar, thinking that they may as well have some fun. “Fuck it. Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure!” Alaska said, a beautiful smile blooming on her face.

*

It wasn’t until they were on the dance floor, Adore’s hands circling Alaska’s waist, that she began to feel how tipsy she was. She hadn’t intended to drink, and certainly not to this point, but here she was. Thankfully, Adore didn’t seem to mind supporting her weight.

She leaned in close, mouth right up against Alaska’s ear, and said, “Your friend is a dumbass.”

Alaska giggled. “Thanks, I think?”

“I’m serious! You’re totally hot.”

“Shut up.”

“Fuck you, I will not!” Adore held her tighter. “Is she here?”

Alaska glanced to the side of the room, where Jinkx was laughing with someone. She nodded.

“Wanna make her jealous?”

“How are we gonna–” Alaska was cut off by Adore’s soft, warm mouth against hers, plush lips pressed to hers, hands pulling her closer. After her initial surprise, she relaxed into the kiss, winding her fingers in Adore’s long, messy red hair and opening her mouth, letting her tongue inside. It had been so long, and she maybe responded a little too ardently. Maybe let it go on a little too long. Maybe pressed against her too hard…but damn, she felt good.

Adore pulled her head back, grinning wickedly, and whispered, “Is she looking?”

“Is…what…oh, shit.” Alaska suddenly remembered what she was doing and glanced to the side without moving her head. “Yeah, she’s looking,” she answered softly.

Adore kissed her again, sliding her hands down to her ass. Alaska’s heart raced and she whimpered slightly. Adore released her again and winked. “Happy New Year,” she said, sauntering away.

Alaska brought a hand to her mouth, watching her walk away with a slightly dazed expression. She caught Jinkx’s eye for a split second and then looked away, blushing.

***

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #bitney #raja x raven #dahlia x pearl #adore x pearl #vitan #adore delaska #jalaska #bianca del rio #jinkx monsoon #courtney act #raja gemini #raven #miss fame #dahlia sin #pearl liaison #adore delano #violet chachki #alaska thunderfuck #lesbian au #m/f au #fashion au

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Holiday | M. Barzal Imagine

Dedicated to my girl @softbarzal 

Author’s notes: This is based off the song Holiday by Little Mix. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long time and the first that I’ve ever posted on here, so please be kind to me

Word Count: 2,373

Warnings: Explicit language and brief sexual content, as well as alcohol use

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Boy, have I told ya? I swear you put the sun up in my sky. When it’s cold, you pull me closer. So hot, it’s like the middle of July (July)

Melinda sees Mat's silhouette appear at the airport in Rio and she could literally cry from how much she's missed seeing him in person. It has been two months since she last saw him and she had been dying to see him again.

"Babe!" he smiles, and that's all it takes for her to run full speed towards him.

He drops his suitcase and she jumps right into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. She feels the tears start to roll softly down her cheeks and she hates how emotional she gets after a long time without seeing him.

"Babe, don't cry," he murmurs into her neck, before peppering her face with kisses.

"I can't help it! I missed you!" she replies, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Well I'm here now, baby," he smiles.

She realizes they're in the middle of a crowded airport and jumps back down.

"Welcome to Brazil," she smiles, lacing her fingers with his, as she leads him towards the exit.

"I have a feeling I'm gonna really like it here," he smiles.

They exit the airport and are immediately hit with the humid, tropical air of Rio. They make their way to the car and Mat puts his suitcase in the back while she turns on the car and gets the A/C pumping. He climbs into the passenger seat and she hands him the aux. He plugs his phone into the aux and 20 Something by SZA starts blaring through the speakers, to no surprise.

They sing along to the song while they hold hands over the center console. After 15 minutes, they arrive at her house. She parks her car and he takes his suitcase out of the trunk. They walk up to the front entrance and she unlocks the front door.

"I'm home," she calls out in Portuguese.

They walk into the living room and see a soap opera playing on the TV. They hear footsteps coming down the hall and Melinda's mother appears.

"Hello, you must be Mathew. I'm Gisele," her mother smiles, bringing him into a hug.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he smiles back.

"The pleasure's all mine. Melinda has told me so much about you," she smiles.

"I hope only good things," he replies hopefully.

"Yes, only good things. You and Melinda will be staying in the guest house in the back. I assumed you two would want your privacy. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask. Consider this your new home for the time being," she explains.

"Thank you," he nods.

Wanna have a little taste, so let me lay you down (Lay you). Nothing better than your skin on mine (Skin on mine). And I been looking for the feeling, looking all my life. Boy you give it to me every time

Melinda leads him toward the guest house in the back, so he can put his suitcase down. They enter the guest house and go straight into the bedroom. He puts the suitcase down and sits down on the bed. She climbs into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and straddling his waist.

"Hi," she breathes out, her lips inches away from his.

Before he gets a chance to say anything, she's kissing him, with an intensity that he's never felt before from her. He kisses back, trying to match her intensity, while she lays him down.

She breaks the kiss to lift her shirt up and he gets with the program right away, lifting her shirt up over her shoulders and head. He tosses it to the ground, not caring where it lands. He takes a look at her blue lacy bra and smiles.

"You're wearing my favorite color on you," he muses, flipping her over gently.

Before being able to make a response, he starts trailing kisses down her neck and chest, while his hands make their way around her back to the clasp of her bra. Just as he's starting to unclasp her bra, the sound of knocking on the door, grabs their attention.

"Lunch is ready, you two," her mother calls out, causing Melinda to groan.

Mat reluctantly gets up and wills his dick to go down from being half-hard in his shorts. Melinda puts her shirt on and suppresses the thoughts of wanting to kill her mom.

"Do we really have to go eat lunch with your mom?" he groans, pissed off that he got cock-blocked by his girlfriend's mom.

"Unfortunately we do. If we're not in the kitchen in five minutes, she'll break the door down and drag us into the kitchen by our ears. That woman doesn't play when it comes to that," she explains, causing him to grimace for a second.

After making themselves look decent, they leave the house and head back into the main house.

Can we make it all night? We don’t stop all up on my body babe, ooh. Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday, ooh-ooh. Up all night, we don’t stop feel up on my body, babe. We’re just dancing the night away. Boy, you feel like a holiday.

So, I’mma let go. No one else in the world could ever come close to you, baby (Uh-uh). Close to you, baby (Uh-uh). We’re taking it slow. Whenever, wherever, we’re lasting forever my baby (Uh-uh). And you’re turning me on (Uh, uh-uh)

Later on in the evening, they arrive at the beach and see the party is in full swing. They walk over to the beach tents and Melinda starts looking for her friend.

After a few minutes, she finds her.

"Melinda!" her friends squeals, bringing her into a hug.

"This is my boyfriend, Mathew. Mathew, this is my friend, Alessandra," she introduces them.

Mat extends his hand for her to shake, but she brings him into a hug instead.

"Melinda has told me so much about you!" she gushes.

"Alessandra, can you come here please?!?" a voice from afar shouts.

"I'll be right back," she sighs, running off towards the guy.

Mat and Melinda greet a few more people they know before grabbing some drinks and making their way towards the music and all the people dancing.

The song Check by Kojo Funds Ft. RAYE comes on and her hips start moving to the afrobeat song. One of his hands goes to her waist as she sways against him. The DJ keeps playing more island jams like Confidence by RAYE ft. Maleek Berry, Finders Keepers by Mabel Ft. Kojo Funds, and Come Closer by Wizkid ft. Drake.

After a while, their drinks are empty and they've grown sweaty from all the dancing.

"Let's go for a swim!" she suggests.

"Okay," he shrugs.

She leads him towards a secluded area of the beach, near a bunch of palm trees and bushes and she takes her cover-up dress off and tosses it on the sand.

"Last one in the water is a rotten egg!" she announces, before running into the water.

Mat chuckles before taking off his shirt and running towards the water. He eventually catches up to her and she's chest deep under the water, while he's only waist deep in the water, due to his height. She jumps onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

"You know now would be a perfect time to finish what we started earlier," she suggests, the liquor making her bolder than usual.

"I am not getting arrested for having sex on the beach," he replies, even though his dick is very much onboard with the idea.

"It's dark, everyone is at the party, and no one comes to this part of the beach anyway," she assures him.

He remains skeptical, but she starts kissing him, trying to get him onboard with the idea.

It works because minutes later, her bikini and his swim trunks are in her hands as he thrusts inside her. Luckily, there aren't many waves in the water, allowing them to remain coordinated enough to fuck in the water. After a few minutes, they both come and take a minute or so to catch their breaths, before putting their clothes back on and making their way back to the shore. 

Luckily at the party, there are beach towels and they grab some, drying their bodies off. They stay for a while, before deciding to head back home. They take an Uber back home and end up fucking some more, going at it well into the night.

Boy, have I told ya? You give it to me like no other guy. We got that heat, yeah, like the summer (Summer). And that’s why I’m so glad I made you mine

The next morning, she wakes up to feather-light kisses across her abdomen. She opens her eyes and sees Mat in between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asks, still a little groggy from waking up.

"Trying to see if I can eat," he replies cheekily.

"Well, the food is in the kitchen," she teases.

"Well, what I wanna eat is right here," he replies, kissing her hip bone.

After 20 minutes, they're both laying side by side, out of breath.

"Fuck, we need to shower," he sighs.

"Save water and shower together?" she suggests.

"Of course," he smiles.

They shower together and manage to not fuck again in the shower. They get dressed and head into the main house for breakfast. Gisele and Mat start talking in French, which makes Melinda happy that they're getting along so well.

Right as they're finishing breakfast, they hear the front door to the house open and the sound of a male voice entering the house speaking rapid Portuguese.

Mat shoots Melinda a look and she informs him that it's her dad. Her father makes his way to the kitchen and greets Melinda and Gisele before stopping at Mat.

"Dad, this is Mathew, my boyfriend," she introduces them.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Fernando. Melinda has told me about you," he smiles, shaking Mat's hand.

"How was your business trip, Dad?" Melinda asks, noticing how awkward the exchange between her dad and Mat was.

"It was good. I was able to see your brother while I was in Florida and he sent some gifts with me," he informs her.

His father hands them all their gifts and sits down to have some leftover breakfast.

"Do you kids have any plans today?" Gisele asks.

"We're renting a boat and going out on the water and we're doing some sight-seeing stuff too," she informs her mother.

"Sounds like fun," Gisele smiles back.

So, put your love on me, up on me. Oh, boy, I love it when you’re touching me, holding me. No way nobody put that thing on me, up on me, like you do. Feel like a holiday (Uh, uh-uh). You know that I want it babe (Uh, uh-uh)

After doing some sight-seeing and visiting nearby historical landmarks, they arrive at the dock and get on the boat. Luckily, Mat has his boating license, so they don't need to have a boating driver with them. They sail out to the ocean and pop open a bottle of champagne and take out food from their basket.

They talk about the upcoming season and the upcoming school year for Melinda at Columbia. They even talk about when they first met at the Brooklyn Mets game. She had been chosen for the half-court shot challenge and didn't make the shot. Mat thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and was determined to talk to her. He looked her up on Instagram and slid into her dms, not expecting a response. He never thought that one dm would lead them to where they are now over two years later. They started as friends and after a year of friendship, they got together.

After a while of reminiscing on great memories between them, they head back to the dock. They return the boat and Mat suggests they go for a walk on the beach, with Melinda not expecting anything from it.

They start walking down the beach and at one point Mat stops walking and takes something out of his pocket. She notices it's a white ring box and feels the air get sucked out of her lungs all at once.

"I know what you're thinking and it isn't what you think. This isn't an engagement ring, it's a promise. It's a promise that in the future, preferably after your graduate college, that I'm going to give you a real engagement ring and I'm going to marry you. I hope that's something you want because spending the rest of my life with you is all I want," he explains, while she remains speechless, covering her mouth with her hands.

Soft "oh my gods" fall out of her lips and tears start rolling softly down her cheeks as she's in shock over what's happening.

"So yes, is this what you want?" he asks nervously.

"Yes yes yes, a million times, yes!" she finally cries out.

He slides the ring on her finger and the tears of joy start flowing more freely.

"I'm so in love with you, baby," he smiles, kissing her.

"Me too, babe, me too," she replies, still not sure all of this is real, and not some type of fever dream.

That night, she posts a series of pictures of her and Mat on her Instagram with the caption "whenever, wherever, we're lasting forever my baby 🎶". Mat comments with "I love you forever and ever baby ❤". Mat's phone blows up with texts from teammates and friends asking if he proposed and Melinda's phone blows up with texts from the WAGs, friends, and family, asking if she's engaged now.

They decide to put their phones on Do Not Disturb for the night and spend the night in each other's arms, enjoying the rest of the time they have together before Mat heads back to New York for training camp.

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #new york islanders #hockey #nhl imagines #nhl players #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal imagine #hockey imagine #nhl writing

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Opposites Attract - 2 - | Berlin

Request by anon:  ooh, can you do a fic with Berlin from la Casa de Papel? like, both of them meeting when the professor gathered everyone and being attracted to each other or something like that, anyways, thanks! ♡ ~

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUT, implications of masturbation, a shit ton of sexual tension, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, swearing??

Note: not my gif! it’s been a while since I’ve seen season one, so bare with me if the details aren’t completely true!

I don’t know how old Berlin is, but I’m guessing he’s in his early 40s?? Anyway, the reader is 23 in this fic. Y’ALL ARE NOT READY FOR THIS ONE.

Much love, Mer xx

Part 1

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The night of sleep you had was basically non existend. The minute Berlin left your room, you had to finish what he made you feel. It felt dirty, but you were so turned on, you couldn’t help yourself. The images you came up with couldn’t get out of your head. The man was dominant as hell and could easily manipulate everyone around him, including you.

Now, you were sitting at the breakfast table, Berlin right across from you. While El Professor spoke about the plan, you could barely focus on what he had to say. You’d had to ask Nairobi or Tokio after breakfast.to explain it to you again. While you ate you couldn’t help but eat very slowly, especially when Berlin watched you. He laid back in his chair, the smirk apparent on his face and fidgeting with his ring in his left hand. You finished up and asked Nairobi if you could talk to her about the plan.

“So when we get in, I’m with you and..?” you trailed off.

“Moscú and Denver, God did you even listen to the man?” she asked. She was joking and you knew it, but you shook your head to clear your mind.

“Sorry. I just- I have to get used to this. This is completely new for me. I’ve never done anything like this nor will I ever do it again,” you told her. You sat down on the grass, leaned against the side of the building and stared at the view in front of you. “A lot of new experiences and new people. I’m usually not very good with people.”

She snorted and that made you look at her. “What?” you asked. “Don’t play all innocent Dubai. I see the way you and Berlin look at each other. The man basically undresses you and then fucks you with his eyes,” she said.

“Oh my god, he does not!” you exclaimed, although you clearly knew he did. And you loved it, that was the worst part of it all.

“Please, I heard you two last night. You might’ve not done anything yet, but it’s just a matter of time before you two do,” she said. She sat down next to you and carefully laid a hand on your knee. She turned her full attention to you and you could see the sincerity in her eyes. “What I’m trying to do is warn you. I’ve seen enough men do the same to young and innocent girls. I don’t want you to end up like one of them too. You’re too wonderful for that.”

“I appreciate your honesty Nairobi, I really do. But I don’t know what it is - and I remember the ‘no relationship’ rule very clearly - but there’s just something about him that makes me want more. I don’t know if it’s the dominance that attracts me or just- ugh I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’ve only known the man for a day. This is ridiculous,” you waved it off, “forget I even said anything.”

“I understand what you’re saying and you should do what you think is right, but I just wanted to warn you. That’s all.” She started getting up to leave, but she stopped. “And please for the love of God, do it safely and quietly.” 

You burst out laughing and you could hear her laugh too as she disappeared in the house again. You shook your head as you turned to the view again. The silence was very comforting and it gave you the breather you needed oh so much. After a while you felt the presence of someone else.

“Couldn’t get enough of me, could you?” you asked. You heard his deep chuckle as he sat down next to you, reaching out a glass of red wine. You gladly took it a big gulp. You could feel his stare on you, but you didn’t mind. A drop of the alcoholic beverage dripped down the corner of your mouth and you went to wipe it away, but he was quicker. He turned your head with his index finger and wiped his thumb over your bottom lip, feeling your soft lips on his dry thumb. He hummed in response.

“I could never get enough of you, baby girl,” he whispered. There it was again, that damn nickname. You usually weren’t one for nicknames, or in this case dirty talk, but now you didn’t seem to mind. All your boundaries flew out the window when he first touched you yesterday. The sheer dress you were wearing didn’t exactly hide the fact you were incredibly turned on. Your nipples were hard as a rock and stuck out from under your bra.

“Do I turn you on so much?” he asked, a hand trailing from your neck down to your breasts. You choked on a breath when he circled a finger around your nipple. It was so incredibly sensitive that even a gush of wind could send you over the edge. “Do I make you feel things, right here?” he asked, his hand trailing down painfully slowly to your dress, where his hand slipped under the hem of it, right to your underwear. When he felt your wetness, he tks’ed.

“Such naughty little girl. Tell me, darling, did you do something dirty after I left last night?” he asked, knowing damn well you came on your fingers, moaning his name. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and took another big gulp of wine. You licked your lips slowly and fluttered your eyes from his lips to his eyes.

“It was so dirty, but it felt so,” you stretched out the o while pushing down on his hand that was still hovering over your core, “good.” You leaned in and placed a kiss underneath his ear. You could hear him growl as you felt him buckle.

“And what did I do to you to make you feel so good, hm? Did I do this?” And with that he pushed your panties to the side and easily slid two fingers inside you. You dropped the glass of wine and your head fell against his neck, moaning erotically in his ear. 

“Yes, god yes you were doing that. Feels so fucking good,” you panted. 

You pushed down harder on his fingers and his thumb started circling your clit. You bit your lip hard and squeezed his biceps. You pulled back and smashed your lips against his. He didn’t hesitate for a second as he attacked your lips, quickly pushing his tongue in your mouth. You moaned in his mouth as you felt the familiar knot tie in your stomach. He could feel you clenching around his fingers so he pulled back his fingers, making you pout at the empty feeling. You wanted to feel something, so you took his fingers and roughly sucked on them. He moaned, but yanked his fingers back. 

“Let’s save that pretty little mouth for later, right baby girl?” he said. He pushed you down on the grass, pulling your underwear down in the process and lifted your dress so your bra was full on display and you were basically naked from the waist down. You thanked the Lords that this part of the house didn’t have any windows near them and that everyone was on a hike to the other side of the hill.

He kissed you from your neck, down to your breasts, to your stomach and then finally to your core. “So wet for me. So pretty.” He attacked your pussy with such force that you could cum from his mouth alone, but he seemed to think differently. He pushed his fingers inside you again and started pumping quickly. You were a moaning mess, pushing his face down harder when you felt the knot in your stomach for the second time again.

“I- I-” you moaned. “Come for me, baby girl,” he replied and added a third finger. The stretching sent you right over the edge, your body shaking and moaning loudly. He slowed down, but didn’t pull away his fingers. Once he was sure you were down from your orgasm, he held up his soaking wet fingers and you sucked on them, looking at him through your eyelashes. 

You could hear Rio yelling in the background, so Berlin gave you a passionate kiss and whispered in your ear: “Until next time, baby girl.”

#la casa de papel #lcdp #lcdp imagine #berlin x reader #berlin imagine #pedro alonso #lcdp x reader #opposites attract

[medievalraven]

R, U, and a question of your choice for the fanfic ask! ❤ ❤ ❤

Thank you!!! <3 <3 <3

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Ooh - that’s a good question haha.  I don’t think I have any major influences honestly - I try to write whatever is organic and true to me.  I do really love both Roxane Gay and Brit Bennett though and would consider them my favorite writers and influences to a degree.  I would love to be able to be as effective a story-teller as them and be able to just pull a reader into a scene and an emotion like they do!

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Oh no - I don’t want to pick favorites because there are genuinely so many writers in this fandom that I just love and everyone is so different and deserves being picked for this!

So I am very lucky to beta for two of my favorite writers - @fairhairedkings (who is my absolute favorite fanfic writer and I’m continually blown away by her talent and her) and @sdktrs12 (who is also an amazing person that I love a lot and who I am low-key obsessed with).  Cannot recommend these two enough honestly.

And I’m going to cheat here because I want to highlight so many writers that I love and enjoy immensely: @blainesebastian, @sothischickshe, @riosnecktattoo, @entwinedloop, @hereliesbethboland, @bourbon-ontherocks (yes you!), @inyoursheets, @wakeupflawless, @nottonyharrison, @querenaxx (why can’t I tag you??), @elise-jupiterstyle, @mamey2422, @missmaxime, @mego42, and a lot of other people okay!  

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

Again I’m cheating because I do actually have a sequel planned for my boxing au haha.  But it would be set a couple months in the future when Beth and Rio have settled into a relationship and Rio enters an amateur boxing competition without telling Beth.  There’s gonna be domesticity, boxing themed flirting, angst, Mick and Annie being awesome, and more public sex :)

send fanfic asks to distract me from life!

#ask games #i just straight up refuse to pick three people i like #hahaha #literally just tag everyone #and i know i'm forgetting people #i'm sorry! #i'll remember you in like ten minutes when i'm eating lunch #and feel guilty for the rest of the day probably

[sothischickshe]

fan fiction asks: 2! 3! 11! or dealer’s choice if you’ve already answered those 4,000 times or just feel like it

2. Which of your own fanfics have you reread the most?

this feels like something i should know the answer to but i have NO idea! i can’t even work out if it’s likely a multichap or a one shot?! and does it include rereading during editing or??!!

(yknow it’d be cool if the history function let you filter! do your own stories even show up in the history though???)

if i had to guess i’d maaaaaaaaybe go for A time to refrain (from embracing) bc:

shortest so takes least time to read

i knew it was the potential jumping off point for a series (with that name, pls) so i reckon i must’ve reread it hmming before i even planned the next 2 parts

i definitely reread it some before and during writing part 2 of season, and a lot for part 3

it’s not very funny so it’s kinda different

not much about it fucks me off

but i’m probably wrong cos it’s not that old so idk! one of them probably????

do you guys all know which of your own fics youve read the most?!!

3. Describe the differences between your first fanfic and your most recent fanfic.

ok, i’m gonna go for my first gg ff rather than first ff bc a. i know what it was and b. at least vaguely remember it (even though it turns out i’d forgotten about it the other day)

brb gonna skim read and refresh

ok so the good kind (the first one) is beth pov. i think a lot of ppl’s first fic(s) in the fandom are? she’s a fairly obvious first choice as a window into both the show’s world and the bethnrio relationship, cos we spend a lot of time with her. whereas found my thrill (most recent) is turner pov, bc beth and rio are boring.

ooh also first: titled for a line of dialogue from the show v. most recent: titled for something REFERENCING a line of dialogue from the show. is that growth?!

the first one is mm i guess almost a missing scene? but, like, it’s something which i absolutely do not think happened in canon. it would’ve been fun if it did though! and it’s a slight sort of narrative fix-it i guess? whereas most recent: i am Convinced that’s what was going on with turner. like.... i’m right.

first one: i did NOT have rio’s voice (for dialogue) down AT ALL. (don’t think i did until i wrote something from his pov really.) most recent one: not only does rio not get to say anything, neither does beth, and neither does anyone else. I HATE IT WHEN THEY SPEAK. THEY SHOULD NOT.

also, first one: the dialogue is not properly punctuated. most recent: no dialogue at all! HOW TO AVOID PROBLEMS 101 HA

first one: i like the cranky beth pov yknow! it feels a leeeeeeetle...on the nose? more tell less show than now in terms of stating her feelings rather than alluding to them? though there’s definitely some blatant avoidance as it progresses. most recent: way more teased out ambiguity, bizarre imagery, general oddness

first one: maybe not looooooads of dialogue but beth n rio spend most of it on the phone so there’s a fair bit of them speaking (gross) v aforementioned pleasing none of that

first one: fair bit of semi-public masturbation v almost some but none (can’t get too predictable amiright)

first one: as with the title, some direct refs to show dialogue which i find at least borderline cringey. most recent: likely more of them tbh but they’re more buried?

first one: gratuitous europeanisms/britishisms (there’s french in the notes and i assume the story). most recent: giving up on the english language vibes up to eleventy thousand (turner’s narration has french, implied portuguese technically, essentially dutch, san lorenzen which is a language vonnegut made up, latin, who knows what else. english is a stupid language which doesnt contain the words i want which i consider to be very rude.)

also also: first one, despite verging into pwp territory, has... i would say a plot? like a clearly defined thing happens. there’s a start and a middle and an end. most recent: a little hazier, maybe? more of a character study? 

first one: i don’t think i DID much to prep for it, bc the characters and the ep were v fresh in my mind. most recent: season 1 was long ago and im not as much of an encyclopaedia of turnerisms, so the rewatch was really helpful, and i rererewatched several of his scenes. also i made notes before i started! only like half a page and it was mostly arrows, but still that’s more than i did for the first one!

first one: the characters’ names are barely mentioned in the narration (i think rio’s name MIGHT be there once?!) vs. i have accepted referring to characters by name into my life. 

and then, i know this said differences but IT’S NOT THE BOSS OF ME and you gotta compare AND contrast surely?!

these fics are actually kinda similar in a way in that they both slot into canon events (i think more than anything else i’ve written?) and they’re both kinda about ok the character went from point A to B but like why...what’s going ON in that hollow head

11.  What kind of relationships are you most interested in writing?

antagonistic ones

fanfRiction asks (eyy)

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #on writing #well it doesnt look like your own stories do turn up in the history #so how is one to Know?! #im claiming gravillon as a loanword #surely anything can be a loanword if you try hard enough? #antagonistic anything really...maybe antagonistic fwb mess the most?!