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moumouton4 · 10 months

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What A Lovely Coincidence || Sasuke Uchiha x reader

A/n : Totally forgot about this wip I finished a while ago. I retook it and I think it's perfect lmao. I hope y'all will like it 🎁 I've gt the idea while walking in the street on my way to the bakery to buy a baguette 🥖 if you wanna know 😂

Warnings : Fluff, heavy make out session

Summary : As you return from your mission, you realize that someone is following you. Little do you know that your boyfriend had missed you quite a lot. But it's Sasuke y'all don't expect much from him… unless… 👀

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You leapt from branch to branch across the forest at breakneck speed, splitting the distance to Konohagakure with each passing second. You'd just finished a mission that had lasted about a week, and you were slowly making your way back home.

You were looking forward to seeing everyone again, as well as your boyfriend Sasuke, who had left a few days before your departure and should have returned about 2 days ago.

As you moved forward, however, you felt chakra about 10 meters from you, but your speed made it impossible to determine its source. You felt the source getting closer, so you decided to accelerate so you could hide in case someone tried to ambush you.

Once you're safely tucked away in your hiding place, you wait patiently, imagining that the source would go away, but despite your precautions you felt it getting closer. So you draw the kunai from your boot and held it tight in your hand in anticipation of what's about to happen.

The chakra you felt was familiar, but no matter how much you racked your brains, you couldn't answer why this person you knew outwardly wouldn't have come straight to you and been playing hide-and-seek in the trees.

You had to admit that this person wasn't making any noise, but you could still hear them behind you. In a split second you stood up, kunai still in your hand. Out of habit, you brandished it at the other person's throat, grabbing their arm. The other person, however, had managed to dodge your blow and grab the arm of the hand that held in a split second.

It's when you refocused on the situation that you realized your mistake. At the time, you felt foolish not to have recognized your boyfriend's chakra. You wasted no time in putting the kunai back into the holster on your boot before taking him in an embrace.

It's only a matter of a quarter of a second before he's back in the habit of wrapping his arms around you, patting you gently on the back. When you pulled away, you saw his gaze sweep over your body, searching for any wound.

"Hi, handsome, do you often hang around here ?" you said playfully.

Pink started to creep up his cheeks as he turned his head to the side. You had a gift for breaking his facade, that was undeniable. Nevertheless, he managed to respond to your greeting.

His gaze was so intense you could tell he was dying to tell you all sorts of things. So you try to make conversation as you started walking towards Konohagakure, this time on the hard floor.

"I'm surprised to see you here. Wasn't your mission over a while ago ? How long have you been back in Konohagakure ?"

"I'm not back yet" he replied in a calm tone, looking straight ahead.

"What do you mean ? Did your mission last longer than expected ? Nothing too bad I hope" you turned to him, inspecting him briefly as he had done to you, but with his cloak on him was difficult to see anything.

"No, don't worry, everything went fine" he replied, as calm as ever.

But your curiosity was still piqued "But then what are you doing here ? Don't get me wrong it pleases me a lot that you're the first person I see on my return but I don't understand"

He tried to remain calm and composed but couldn't stop the 2nd wave of red rising in his cheeks. He tried to speak. To tell you that yes, he'd come home more slowly than planned, so that you'd pass each other on the way home. So he could spend time with you. Without Naruto and Neji, your respective best friends.

And without having to "make a fool" of himself inviting you to a date, as he thinks he does. He's lucky it's you, because he's right, it borders on the ridiculous. For example, the last time he came out of a training session and asked you "Do you want to experience something different ?" yes, that was his way of asking you to go on a date with him. Good thing you have the built-in Sasuke-translator.

You snapped him out of his thoughts by taking his hand. His head snapped immediately towards you and from there you could observe his rose-tinted cheeks.

"You know you can tell me if the mission went poorly" you said, your gaze softening.

Damn it, he wanted everything except for you to start worrying about him. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Everything went fine, don't worry. I... I just wanted to get in more slowly to... coincide with our arrivals...." he said his gaze fixing on a tree behind you.

On your side your brain was firing like a Turing machine ( a computer ), we could almost see the cog of the load in your eyes. And then suddenly they sparkled as a smirk appeared on your lips "Ooooh I see then" you said before standing on tiptoe to catch his gaze "And are you satisfied that we've coincided ?"

"The weather's been pretty good so-" you didn't give him time to finish his evasive answer and grabbed his shoulders before lowering him to your level and kissing him. His arms froze at his sides and his eyes widened. But as you pulled back, his hands shot to your waist and he pulled you firmly against him. His lips pressed fiercely against yours, causing you to pull your head back slightly. This way he could express all the longing and love he had for you without making a fool of himself with his evasive, enigmatic wording.

As you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, you felt his hands on your hips tighten. He delicately opened his mouth and swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediately gave in to. You spent a moment like this, your tongues caressing each other in a gentle battle of dominance.

Finally when you parted his eyes were wide at his own actions. A few moments before, he'd never have thought of doing that - not that it was an unfamiliar thing for you both, but for someone as far-sighted as he was, he'd never seen it coming. You always found a way to keep him on his toes after all.

As he held your body tightly against his, you asked again, "And now, are you happy to have coincided with me ?"

"Yes very much so" he said now completely flushed, his face nestled against your neck.

"Then it's perfect !" you said cheerfully. Then he pulled away, immediately looking the other way as his hand took yours in a firm grip that evoked both his love for you and his devotion.

As you made your way back to the village, you spoke again "If you like, later we could coincide at Ichiraku's and then go to my place to watch a movie"

You felt his hand squeeze yours tighter, a little chuckle passing from his lips at the way you'd just proposed a date. He had the impression of hearing himself... except he could never have finished the sentence that way "That would be very pleasant" he replied, trying to suppress the hint of entousiam and excitement in his voice.

As Konohagakure entered your line of sight, you couldn't help the flutter in your heart at the thought of your evening tonight. The quiet meal that awaited you, where you could talk about your respective missions. The undoubtedly short walk in the night that Sasuke would ask for as per usual. And how he'd make room for you under his cloak, pulling you in by the shoulder and pushing you flush against him to discuss more personal matters, knowing he was protected by the veil of night. And then finally the warmth of his body behind yours as you watched the movie. His hand holding yours while his arm is wrapped protectively around your waist, and his legs are entangled with yours.

It's one of those intimate moments when he feels safe and allows himself to be vulnerable. Where he'd allow himself to place little kisses on your neck while his cold feet sought warmth against yours.

Sasuke, too, was extremely eager to get back into a more intimate setting with you so he could catch up and just show you the love he has for you in complete freedom. You heard him take a slight breath before whispering "I can't wait"

You smiled from ear to ear as you turned your head towards his "Me too, Sasuke. Me too" you said, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. A small smile appeared on his face as your eyes met again. This evening was sure to be eagerly awaited and thoroughly enjoyed.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍣🍜 Again my requests are open 🍯🍮

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newestwhiteboyobsession · 2 years

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“All I Want To Be Worth Is You” - Peter Maximoff x F! Mutant! Reader

So I started writing and I MEANT for this to be angst and then I finished writing it and I was like wow I accidentally just wrote fluff.

This was also meant to be based on a song and halfway through I just got carried away and forgot it was based on the song lmao

But I still really like how this came out

If there was one thing Peter knew how to do, it was run. Life was so slow in comparison to how fast he moved, he found himself not really paying attention to the world around him. He never really thought about the future. He never really thought about getting in any sort of relationship. I mean, he had. He saw his sister Wanda with her robot boyfriend and thought that maybe it would be nice to have something like that. But he always pushed that thought away as soon as it came. He was a loser; who in their right mind would want to be with him? He was sarcastic and annoying, childish, and a kleptomaniac. Yeah, it was easiest to just push the idea to the back of his mind.

So in the middle of the night, when he felt restless and couldn't sleep, he decided to do what he did best. Meeting a girl was the last thing he thought he’d do that night. As he ran by the park, he saw her sitting there alone. He sped up next to her, taking a seat on the bench she was sitting on.

“Hey.” He said, catching her attention. She seemed unfazed that suddenly he was there, where no one was before.

“You shouldn't be out here alone this late at night, it's dangerous.” He said, finding himself concerned for this girl who didn't even know his name.

That made her laugh. “I think I can handle myself. I appreciate the concern though.”

It was quiet for a minute.

“Why are you out here?” He asked, making her laugh again like it was an inside joke that only she was in on.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She replied, leaning back on the bench, “I like being out at night. It's dark and quiet.”

He nodded, “I couldn't sleep.” Something about the way she spoke was weird to him, “Are you from around here?” She shook her head.

“What are you doing in Westchester then?”

She looked him over, looking amused for a reason he couldn't figure out, “I’m looking for a school.”

That was almost two weeks ago. From the moment she arrived at Xavier’s she instantly caught the attention of everyone, students and teachers alike. Among her other abilities, she was able to teleport, much to the delight of Kurt; she had a near genius-level intelligence, which made Hank seek her out frequently to pick her brain; even Alex got along with her, though it probably helped that she was a pretty face. But for reasons unknown to him, her favorite person to be around was Peter. He made her laugh and shared his stolen snacks with her. She helped him rag on Scott, and defended him from Alex’s snide remarks. At first, it felt almost unreal, like he was in a dream that he was going to wake up from any second. But as reality began to set in, and as time went on, the more he found himself hypnotized by her striking eyes, he knew he had to be honest with himself. He was falling hard and falling fast.

So Peter did what Peter did best, and he ran. She was perfect, and he was, well, him; there was no way he’d ever have a chance. He began to avoid her, going to the dining hall when she wouldn't be there, taking the routes to class he knew she never took. He was hoping he could just push down the weightless feeling he got when she was around, and that she would forget he ever even existed.

But she was smart, of course she had noticed.

“Peter.” He heard her call from across the main hall. He turned around and they locked eyes from across the room. He tried to turn back around to speed away, but she teleported in front of him, blocking his way of escape.

She put a hand on his chest, “Can we talk?” All he could do was nod dumbly at her soft voice, hoping she couldn't feel his heart about to break out of his chest.

She took his hand and led him up to the dorms, stopping at the door he knew to be hers. She took her hand out of his to unlock the door, and he felt a wave of emptiness he had never experienced before. He already missed the warmth of her hand in his own. She opened the door and he followed her inside, shutting the door behind him. He’d never been in her dorm room before. The overall layout was similar to his in terms of where everything in the room was placed, but the room was uniquely hers. Stacks of thick books were on basically every surface, many of them yellowed with age; various crystals sat on the windowsill next to her bed, he knew she believed in using the “energy of the universe” to do certain things(he didn't really get it but he liked that she seemed into it); a picture of her and her brother sat on her desk, along with pages upon pages of scientific formulas too advanced for him to comprehend.

She sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit. She felt the bed dip next to her under his weight. It was quiet for a while until she spoke.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me.”

Matter of factly and to the point, no judgment or anger, just the facts.

He swallowed and looked at his hands, not really knowing what to say. She reached over and took his hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“You can talk to me, Peter.” She smiled, “You aren't going to scare me away.”

He looked up into her eyes to see they were genuine, and somehow he felt worse than he already did.

He nodded, “I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you.” He started, trying to figure out what he was going to say as he went.

“I like you. A lot.” He took a deep breath, “And I know that you’re like, the most perfect girl ever. You’re smart and funny and powerful and you laugh at my crappy jokes, and I’m just a loser that always crashes at his mom's place and has a stealing problem, and I’m the not the smartest or most attractive guy and-” She cut off his rambling by putting her free hand over his mouth.

“You need to breathe at some point, Peter.” She chuckled, removing her hand, “And while you’re catching up on your oxygen, listen to what I have to say.”

He nodded, prompting her to go on.

She looked down at their intertwined hands, shaking her head and chuckling dryly, “You’re a dummy.”

She looked back up at him, brushing his bangs out of his eyes gently, “I don't want the smartest, or the strongest, or the best looking guy in the world. I want the sweet guy who makes me laugh, who cares about the people in his life more than anything. I want the dumbass with the big heart who thinks he deserves so much less than he actually does.” He held his breath.

“Case in point, I like you too.” He broke out into a grin and tackled her into a hug.

He pulled back to look at her face, before closing the distance between them, wanting nothing more than to be close to her. She kissed back with equal emotion, letting him know that she felt exactly the same way that he did. They pulled away, and he rested his forehead against hers, panting slightly.

She ran her fingers through his silver locks, “You’re worth so much more than you know.” She said softly, making his heart jump in his chest.

He smiled slightly.

“All I want to be worth is you.”

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aphroditedahlias · 3 years

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Bully bakugou

Part 2// sleep or no sleep

Tw // dub con, Degration

Reader is female, bakugou is aged up ( collage au) uhhh I think that’s it?

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Chapters will be released in pairs of 2 for now. Not edited.

THIS IS PART 2, YOU CAN FIND PART ONE HERE

Part 3

It’s 11 pm and you’ve already showered and had a cup of warm tea to soothe your throat.

Your watching ASMR, halfway asleep when your phone rings obnoxiously loud.

It’s a FaceTime call from katsuki.

You think of ignoring him but you know it won’t end good so you decide on picking up.

“ princess? Fuck, look what you did to me. Couldn’t stop thinking of that perfect little throat. You’re not with me but you can still help me out yeah?” He grunts.

You can hear his balls slapping against his thighs and the lewd swealch of whatever lube he has as he fists his cock.

“ what do you want from me?” You whine, sitting up to be sure you don’t fall asleep.

“ don’t act like that, were ya sleeping” he grunts.

You know he doesn’t care. He never does.

Still, you nod at him and as expected, he laughs.

“ well wake up sleeping beauty. Show me those tits of mine.” He smiles.

You barely hesitate before sitting your phone up against one of your pillows and slowly lifting your shirt to let each tit drop free, just the way he likes. You also don’t say anything about the way he calls your tits his, you know he loves to be vocal about how your body belongs to him and not you. It doesn’t make sense in your head since he’s always saying you let any and everyone see and touch you, but even if you tried to let that happen, he’d kill them and you on the spot.

Your thought consume you as you absentmindedly start to grip your tits, pulling and rolling each nipple in between your fingers causing slickness to gather at your lower parts. Usually, he just has you say things like “ I belong to you, these belong to you.” As you make a mess of yourself by letting drool drop down to your nipples, but this time is different.

He doesn’t seem satisfied.

“ more,” he says, it’s under his breath but you know he means for you to hear.

You’re confused by what he means as more but interpret it as he wants your shirt completely off. You comply by swiftly yanking your shirt over your arms and tossing it aside before sitting on your calf’s as your knees and legs lift you a bit.

I hope y’all know what I’m talking about lmao, you’re kind of just sitting on your legs instead of being on your knees? Yeah. - grave💜💚

He bites his lips and says more again, but this time it’s louder and more aggressive.

“ what do you mean more? My shirt is already off katsuki.” You say in a low voice, careful not to show attitude.

“ fuck, love it when you say my name.” He moans

“ take off your pants “

You hear him say it but it hasn’t registered in your head that you have to move to do that.

“ what?” You question him

“ I didn’t stutter did I Bitch? Take off your fucking pants, take off your panties and show me that pussy.” He says, speeding up his hand.

He slips the camera so you can see what he’s doing rather than just being able to hear it.

“ hurry up,” he says

You snap out of your trance and follow his directions.

You see him throb when you spread the lips of your slick pussy and show him your quivering hole.

He thinks it’s dying to be filled up by him.

“ Touch yourself for me, and don’t be slow keep touching your nipples.” He says, you can barely understand him with the mix of moans, grunts, and the fap of his cock but you know better than to let a little noise get in the way of doing what he says.

Your middle and ring finger rub slow, right circles into your clit and you bite your lip to keep in a moan. He notices and stops touching himself, telling you to let go of your lip. He wants to hear every noise you have to offer.

“ faster, I want you to cum with me,” he says, slowing down his hand to let you catch up.

You zone out while staring at his fat cock move up and down as you run yourself faster, dipping both fingering into your hole then switching back to your clit.

He takes notice of how your pupils dilate and your back is starting to arch.

He tells you to rub your clit faster.

No.

Fucking faster he’s about to cum, he needs you to cum with him.

“ say my name whore. Say it the way I know you say those little boys in schools names. Bet they wish they could see you like this right now huh?” He nearly screams. His voice is louder and his arm is shaking and cramping up from his hard and fast he’s stroking himself.

Your nipples are rock hard and you let yourself pinch and squeeze at them as you shove your fingers deep into yourself, hitting the spot you know will get you there.

“ s-shit katsuki, daddy please” you chant his name as if you are in a ritual, and your walls contract and become too small for your fingers. As you cum, your sight blurs and you only catch a peak of bakugous stomach curling as he pumps himself faster, coaxing an orgasm out of himself.

“ shit. Good job little bitch.” He says, out of breath.

You offer a small smile and yawn, seeing it’s now midnight.

“ you tired?” He asks

“ Yeah, very” you respond

He tells you to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up so you don’t fall asleep in your mess like a sloppy whore, you’re lucky he doesn’t see how to angle the camera so you can roll your eyes consequence-free.

Once you’re all cleaned up you lay back down and stare into the camera, he’s looking back at you but all he says is goodnight and he turns off his light.

He sets up his phone so you can still see him and drifts off to sleep. You Mimic his movements, not questioning how this is the first time he’s fallen asleep on the phone with you.

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jeromeswife · 3 years

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I love your content and I beg of you to write a quicksilver smut plspls also without a mommy kinkll lmao. <3

okay anon so this isn't anything new but !! it's a fic i wrote a while back on my ao3 so enjoy?? hopefully

Tonight I Wanna Get Nasty

pairing: peter maximoff x reader

warnings: smut, some comedy, sarcasm, wanda being wanda

notes: this takes place in wandavision

original link <33

"Hey (Y/N)! Get over here!" I heard Pietro call out from the living room. He and I moved in with Wanda a short month ago so we could spend time with her new family. Still have no recollection of how we ended up here though...

I walked in from the kitchen, sliding my hand along the kitchen aisle. I wondered what he wanted at this time besides twinkies or for me to play with his hair, "What is it, quickie?"

I sat down on his couch. Seriously, Wanda told me that she gave it to him because she's scared of what bodily fluids Pete's gotten on it. Pietro took my hand in his and dramatically sighed, "I'm horny, babe."

I looked at him surprised. I mean, why should I be surprised? Every sense of his body is heightened due to his special ability run god knows how fast. I swung my leg over his lap, sitting and straddling it teasingly. "But what if your sister and her family hear us?"

Pietro wrapped his arms around my waist, humming softly, "Hey, hey, don't worry about it. Wanda and popsicle took the kids to the movies and I can take this as slow," He pulled me closer to him and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Or as fast as you want."

"Why don't we go fast," I trailed my fingers on his chest as he looked down at me with a deep hunger in his brown eyes, "Quickie."

Pietro dragged his hands across my thighs and I brought my hands under his shirt, feeling his muscles that were beneath the surface of soft his skin. I really loved how sensual Pietro was during sex. Well, he was sensual and quite rough. One time he fucked me so hard that I couldn't walk for days, but naturally, Pietro enjoyed it. He had bridal carried me for the rest of that week and held that over my head.

He brought his left hand close to my cheek and bit his lip. I couldn't deny how much Pietro wanted me. I mean, the look in his eyes? Nothing says "I wanna fuck you so hard right now" more than the glint of his eyes. Pietro brushed his fingers across my soft (S/C) and his hands traveled under my shirt. I trembled from the close intimacy, letting a breath fall from my lips. He smirked and smashed his lips against mine. I could already feel myself getting wet.

Our lips moved in perfect synch, his hands running through my (H/T) (H/C) hair. Because of how fast he was, it definitely left a few tangles in my hair; but I didn't care. Pietro was here and loving me. I hoped that we could stay like this forever.

Pietro trailed kisses from my cheek to my chin to my ear, feeling his wet lips leave their mark on my skin. His lips moved closer to my ears, "Babe, you're so hot and perfect."

I felt a burning-like sensation a felt from my core as Pietro slid his hands up further, palming my boobs and massaging them. I moaned quietly at the feeling, moaning out his name, "Pietro..." All I wanted to do was rip his shirt off and let him rock my world.

Pietro dragged his thumb across my nipple, pressing on it lightly. "The way you're melting from my touch," He took his left hand from my face and ripped my heart off in one second, "I want all of you to belong to me, hot stuff."

I groaned as he pressed down harder on my nipple, eliciting a "mmf" from my mouth, "Just rip the damn bra off, you fucking tease." I was so frustrated that I wanted him to touch me so badly. I craved his touch. There was no one else I wanted to fuck me more than Pietro. I wanted his hands all over my body.

And just like that, it was gone in a second and his hands were feeling all around my breasts. The hunger in his eyes deepened as he pressed his soft, wet lips to my left nipple while he palmed the other one. My breath hitched at the way he took it as his own. He bit it and I moaned so hard; I could just tell he was smirking like a dumbass.

Pietro kept sucking on my nipple until I grew super sexually frustrated, "Pietro, didn't you say you were gonna go fast with me?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, the corner of his mouth upturning, "As you wish, princess."

Pietro trailed kisses from my breasts up to my neck and he sucked on my skin. I bit my lip due to how sensitive that spot was. The feeling of his lips taking over my sweet spot felt like sparks were flying across my skin. Pins and needles flew across my body as he teethed me softly, sucking on the small patch of skin. The sounds of my pretty moans filled Pietro's ears.

He made his way down again, kissing my breasts then down to my abdomen. Pietro gazed at my body, checking me out: was he in love with me?

Pietro suddenly dragged his hands up again, laying me down and pinning my arms above my head. He smirked, "I swear I'm gonna please you, darling. My name is the only thing that'll leave that cute mouth of yours."

I groaned at him playfully and gazed into his eyes, "Didn't expect you to be so dominant, Quickie."

Pietro quickly dragged his lips down to my thighs, kissing the inner sides of them. The sensation sent chills up my spine since I was so sensitive down there. I felt his tongue meet my skin as he moved it to my core, immediately attaching his lips and sucking on my clit.

My wails filled the suburban house as Pietro inhaled my wetness in his mouth, tasting the candy-flavored pre-cum that left my lower lips. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards as he placed his tongue at my entrance, pushing it in. Pietro's wet tongue hit against my walls due to how thick it was and channeled his vibration powers into his mouth muscles. It thrust against my lubricated walls, almost bruising it.

The vibrations caused my thighs to start shaking: I was so desperate for his cock. I craved its warmth and length; its veiny crevices; its thick hardness. I wanted him. "Ugh, c'mon! Just fuck me already, you tease!" I yelled, feeling his soft, dirty blonde hair rub up against my thighs.

Pietro smirked and pulled his tongue out. He towered over me and I saw his sculpted abs and the tent that was inside his shorts. I scrambled up to pull his pants down but I felt him slam me down back onto the couch, "Don't move, princess."

I nodded and I looked at him as he whipped off his shorts in a blink of an eye. Pietro's dick was long and hard, as I imagined it to be. The blue and purple veins stuck out from under his skin and the head curved up, pre-cum dripping on it. He quickly grabbed a condom and slipped it on, eyeing me. Pietro pulled my thighs in with his strong, vascular hands. He gripped my thighs so hard that he could've bruised them. Pietro gulped nervously and looked down at me, "Are you ready?"

"Pietro, I'm more than ready," I affirmed. Pietro placed his tip at the entrance of my pussy, slamming it into me so hard that it moved my entire body. I moaned so loud that Agnes definitely heard us. He already hit my walls with his long cock. It twitched inside me as my cunt adjusted to his thick member.

Pietro groaned at the way my walls adjusted to him, "Oh, (Y/N). You're so fucking tight, my little whore." He dug his fingernails into my thighs, bruising them. He dragged his dick out a bit then slammed it back in at super speed. I groaned at the orgasmic feeling, hearing our skin slapping against each other. Pietro's dick started vibrating inside me as it hit my g-spot and fucked my pussy.

His cock vibrated against me and slammed harder. Pietri groaned and took one of his hands, gripping my ass and slapping it so hard. "Mmf, you're such a slut. You're all mine, babe." He moaned out.

The slap stung but it turned me on even more. I felt my core swell up as his thrusts got so much quicker, "P-Pietro, I'm gonna cum!"

My back curled and I came all over his hard member. My thighs shook as my juices spilled on his cock. He pulled out and ripped off his condom, his cum spraying all over my stomach and chest. Pietro bit his lip and admired his work.

We heard the front door open and stared at each other in horror. "Hello Pietro and (Y/N)," an English accent was heard and bags were dropped on the ground. We looked over and saw that it was Vision. "Honey! Keep the kids in the car! Pietro decided to fuck (Y/N) on the couch and there are fluids all over the place!"

Vision ran out of the house and we laughed in synchronously.

"Are you fucking serious? I'm gonna kill him!" I heard Wanda scream from outside.

Pietro looked at me with fear in his eyes and threw my clothes at me, "(Y/N) run! She's gonna blast me throw the walls again!" And we ran into the hall bathroom, hiding in there from the angry woman.

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thegirlwhowritesawksh-t · 3 years

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point of no return (georgenotfound x f!reader)

author: me! @thegirlwhowritesawksh-t

word count: 3.6k +

warnings: maybe a bit of angst, hella fluff? if there’s any you think you see, let me know!

A/N: first off: hi guys! this is my first fic ever (i’m a noob lmao), so please be gentle! i am in the process of writing some more about whoever I feel like simping for next... probably still George, mi amor *kisses* and second: to whoever’s reading this: stay hydrated, smile and laugh! let me know what y’all think! *sending besitos to y’all :))

Sometimes it was hard to find the words to say I like you, much less, “I love you”. For (y/n), it was easy to say it to anyone. Friends, family, ex boyfriends. Everyone. Everyone but him. Pacing across her room in the flat she shared with George, all she could feel were her nerves on edge. Down the hall, in his own room engaging in a do not laugh match with Dream in Minecraft, George sits oblivious to the predicament (y/n) has currently placed herself in.

Her phone chimes with an incoming text from the man invading her thoughts -

GogyBogy: just about to finish up with Dream. movie night? your choice?

She can’t help but let out a soft scoff, but smiled and typed a yes back, slowly getting ready to head downstairs to make the popcorn and pull out the assortment of films to decide to watch.

It’s not like she knew that she was attracted to him the whole time. It had only been recently, when George decided to attempt a cooking stream, and all she could do was focus on how he had spent time looking for the best outfit for the stream.

“I have to look like I know what I’m doing, you know, I’m Chef George!”, letting out a giggle as he perfects his outfit. Maybe it was how he looked in his outfit, or maybe it was how his hair looked soft to run her hands through. One thing she knew for sure: like a shit ton of bricks, she was over the moon for him, and she just realized that now.

Since her earth-shattering realization, (y/n) has tried her best to remain cool and collected around George. There have been a few mishaps, though. One incident in mind merely happening just this morning. >>>

Cooking eggs in a skillet, (y/n) hums lyrics to a popular song, eyes closing every so often fighting to stay awake. Finding plates for two, she starts to flip the eggs, humming louder each passing minute, only loud enough to fill the empty room. Lost in the focus to flipping the eggs, she fails to notice George trudging in, pulling another late night editing videos for his YouTube channels.

“Isn’t it a bit early to be singing?” George mumbles, as she pauses mid-song. “How else am I to wake? It’s either I hum, or I blast some album full blast on Spotify. Want to listen to One Direction then? They have the Best Song Ever” (y/n) chuckles.

“Touché”. He remarks, (y/n) laughs and deciding that the eggs are fully cooked, she plates them, and adds garnish, consisting of pepper and a pinch of salt.

“Do you want tea?” (y/n) asks, as George responds with a yes.

“Can you get the mugs then? I’ll start heating water in the kettle” she asks as she starts looking for the kettle.

“Mugs are already on the table, and I’ve just grabbed the kettle. Let me do it, you’ve made breakfast this morning.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m right here already- “ (y/n) says as George quickly moves to the sink, filling up the kettle with water. “Don’t worry! I am an expert on making tea, (y/n)” George states, with a scoff rolling off of (y/n)’s lips.

“Right, and I’ll be the next Queen of England” she snorts, finally pleased with her creation. Turning around to put the finished masterpiece on the table, she jumps back realizing that George is right in front of her.

“What the heck!?” she asks as she’s still balancing the two plates on her hands. George only stifles a small smile.

“I told you, I’ll make the tea”, he replies. (y/n) opens her mouth to object with something snarky when all thoughts have gone out the window.

George, in the midst of heating the kettle, leans forward unconsciously holding onto (y/n)’s waist, as he reaches behind her to place the kettle on the burner next to the previously used skillet. Not only does she feel him grasping her waist, it then emphasizes that she’s trapped between the stove and George. So much for avoiding feelings, (y/n) thought.

He returns to his previous position, not yet letting go of (y/n)’s waist. Whether it be on purpose or on accident, (y/n) couldn’t tell for the life of her, she was focused on not dropping the plates of eggs. (y/n) then quirks an eyebrow, as if questioning why he’s still in front of her, holding her waist. George can only look back at her in confusion, eyebrows furrowing.

“I didn’t think you were clumsy to the point you decided to hold onto me”, (y/n) mutters as George’s eyes widen, hand dropping to his side as quick as he placed his hand on (y/n)’s waist. Just as quick as he dropped his hand, (y/n) felt immediate loss on what seems to be like her burning waist.

(y/n) can’t help but look down at the plates of eggs, no doubt that they started to cool off before she glances at his hand. The hand that held her, of course. Cheeks blushing, she attempts to side step at the same time as he does. He laughs and tries to side step in the opposite direction, yet she can’t help but make the same mistake again. Hearing George giggle at the latest mishap, (y/n) tears her eyes away from his hand the eggs to look up at him.

Her breath once again hitches at the close proximity between the two. She can’t help but glance at his hair, smiling at how messy his waves look. Looking lower, she stares at his eyes, his eyes staring back with humor, probably to their blunders only moments ago. With eyes slowly decreasing of crinkles, he takes a small breath, just pausing as he looks at (y/n) with renewed curiosity. (y/n) slowly starts to glance even lower, settling at just his lips. She sees words coming out of his mouth, yet she’s zoned into the idea if her lips would mesh well with his. Maybe it’s her imagination, but George seems to pause and reciprocate the idea of looking at (y/n)’s lips, licking his bottom lip slightly to ease the dryness that seemed to fill the air.

Minds contemplating, (y/n) decides to inch her face closer to George, with George seeming to think the same. - Just a few more milli-

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! The tea kettle whistles and George immediately jumps back, at a loss for words. Embarrassed at his sudden action, (y/n) hangs her head down, and mumbles out,

“I- I uh think I’ll have the tea later. Enjoy your breakfast. Wait, lun-, oh whatever”, (y/n) rushes out as she speed-walks to her room, with both cold plates of eggs, sweaty hands, and a confused George still holding onto the tea kettle, seemingly at odds with what just happened.

>>>

Maybe I’m just going crazy, (y/n) thought as she starts to heat up the popcorn. Quarantine is still in effect, and it has been a while since she’s seen other people. She’s only seen George and George only. Not that she minds, of course. With a sigh, she turns to the microwave, running her thoughts back to this morning, lost in her thoughts. Were we about to...?

“(y/n)!” George whispers. She whips her head around to see George standing in the doorway leading to the living room, a faint glow of yellow behind him. “Yes?” (y/n) asks as she takes the popcorn out of the microwave, cursing as she burns her hand on the paper bag.

“Isn’t it your choice tonight to decide on a movie?” He ponders, walking towards (y/n), her taking an instinctive step back. George raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question the sudden movement.

“I think so. How do you feel about Harry Potter?”

“Oh, come on! We watched Deathly Hallows Pt. 2 when you chose last time!” George groans as (y/n) moves past him into the living room, dead set on the film.

“So, we can start over again! Sorcerer’s Stone it is!”

“I don’t see how this- “ “George, please?”

Taking a moment to glance at (y/n), DVD in one hand, the other wrapped around her waist, George mutters a yes as she begins to put in the film.

“If we watch this, you’re playing Minecraft next time on stream”, he grumbles, grabbing a blanket to wrap around his body before settling onto the three-seater couch.

“I mean I suppose so…” (y/n) chuckles, grabbing another blanket and settles onto the couch. Only as she sat down did she realize she’s sitting in the middle of the couch, George sitting to the right of her.

“Didn’t we decide that you would sit on the left end of the couch and I would be at the other end, since you kick, and I tend to shuffle around a lot?” George smirks.

“I- “ (y/n) pauses. It’s true, she thought. She assumes she was happy choosing the film, that she decided to plop down beside him. Or so she thought. After taking a minute, she sighs and replies,

“Would you like me to mo- “ “No! It’s fine! Just unusual is all.” George says quietly.

“I can move if you want me to. I don’t have cooties, but I can move if you’d like.” (y/n) mumbles. Her heart slowly starts to beat faster with each passing second as silence begins to fill the room, the only light being the t.v. radiating in the background. Don’t make me move, George, (y/n) prays inside her thoughts.

After about a minute, George shakes his head.

“It’s fine. Sit!” He chuckles, before settling deeper into his spot. (y/n) breathes out a sigh of relief, thanking the heavens for him not noticing how much she’s blushing.

I’m fine, it’s just George, (y/n) repeats inside her head, no doubt failing. The movie begins to play, and (y/n) feels all of her worries fade away, smiling at watching her favorite childhood movie again. Relaxing deeper into the couch, her mind wanders back to the earlier memory of this morning again. Mind going numb with endless ideas, she failed to notice George’s arm tucked behind her head absentmindedly pulling her strands of her hair. He moves his hand slowly down to rest on her left shoulder, rubbing endless amounts of shapes, searing the imprint of warmth. Chest tight, she realizes the state she’s in with George, feeling the pressure raise higher as his hand remains there. (y/n) starts to sit frigidly, as if one wrong movement could set off dominoes. In this case, another awkward situation with the man she’s found herself lost for.

Where are we even in the movie? Really? Harry going to the zoo? Holy- (y/n)’s thoughts pause as George softly grips her shoulder - with her tensing up even more - before removing his hand to rest at his side, and (y/n) blushing at the sudden loss of contact. Cursing at her awkward being, she starts to readjust, hoping that George wouldn’t notice how wound up she is all from him. All from a shoulder touch, and she’s fully convinced she won’t ever recover from the man that is shy, sweet, confusing George. Still readjusting herself on the couch, she manages to cross her legs under her, holding onto George’s left thigh. Eyes wide, feeling George tense up, she manages to turn her head a bit to the side, to see George’s gaze on his thigh. (y/n) retracts her hand away.

“Sorry, you know how long these movies are…”, she mutters, cheeks flushing at the close contact. George can only cough and nod as he tries to focus back into the movie. I don’t know how much longer I can take this, (y/n) repeats into her head, trying to zone back into the movie.

>>>

How (y/n) was able to watch half of the movie without dying of embarrassment, she did not know. But she was thankful to appear normal in front of him, or so she would hope. Rigid with each movement, she felt scared making a move with the worry that she’d cause an uncomfortable situation. Yet, her head thought otherwise. I think I’d do just about anything for his warmth on me again, even if it’s just his hand on my shoulders, (y/n) thought.

The Golden Trio met Fluffy for the first time, and all (y/n) could think about (besides the man next to her) was going to Hogwarts, wishing it was real. The spells, the robes, Quidditch, everything about the universe has always called out to (y/n), and all she could do was endlessly hope it could potentially be a reality, even if she did look foolish for believing in that. George managed to discreetly glance to the side and see her dazed eyes zeroed onto the screen, and mouth moving to quote each line. All he could do was stare in awe, of her knowledge of this magical world, her persistence to memorizing each spell, and how there seemed to be a basking glow upon her figure. She looked like heaven, the epitome of warmth. What (y/n) couldn’t see was that he too, was enamored with her as she was with him.

George had an idea to test the waters. If she responded, he would continue. If she didn’t, he’d forget all about it and attempt to move on from the woman he was sure was the one. (y/n) saw from the corner of her eyes that George readjusted himself that while he was sitting casually beside her, he lowered his hand to rest on his thigh. Heart still stuttering, she lowers her eyes realizing that her thigh is directly next to his, mere millimeters from touching.

Rigid, she sits straight up, unintentionally knocking her thighs into George. She stares at their thighs, chuckles a bit and struggles to watch the movie again, knowing her thigh is definitely touching his thigh. With arms crossed against her waist, she can’t help but watch his hand in the mere hopes that it would ‘accidentally’ brush her thigh.

As she keeps her eye contact on his hand, George begins to tap his pinky finger on his thigh. He taps, wiggles, slides his pinky with his hand still resting on his thigh. While still resting his hand, he slowly starts to move his hand to the left, making it that his hand sat on part of his thigh, and the other part was on top of (y/n)’s thigh, starting to shyly tap his pinky on her thigh. Letting out a gasp, (y/n) could only freeze at his hand - no his pinky - tapping her thigh, and it’s already turning her into a nervous mess. What the hell is he doing to me?, (y/n) asks to herself.

If you go down this route, it’s past the point of no return…

But it’s worth it…

How can you even be sure if he feels the same?

(y/n) can’t help but engage in a battle with her thoughts before finally coming to a decision.

Yes.

With bated breath, she slowly moves her hands to rest on top of her thigh, the hand closest to George shaking slightly. With a bit more confidence, she begins to move her right pinky on her thigh, moving in contradicting patterns, just barely touching George’s thigh. Soon enough, their pinkies start to move in sync, and (y/n) can’t help but bask in his warmth, even if it’s just his pinky. So used to his pinky against hers, (y/n) eventually hooks her pinky against his, effectively stopping their movements.

George lets out a huff of air, and (y/n) freezes, overthinking that she went too far. A full two minutes pass, only hearing Harry Potter finding the Mirror of Erised, and silence from George himself. Getting ready to back off, she releases a breath and begins to retract her hand from George.

“Okay, I’ll just- “

George shuts her up with his hand on top of hers, effectively placing his hand of top of their thighs. He then releases a shuddering breath, only to be met with complete silence. (y/n) looks at their thighs, then their hands, then George, back to the movie, to him again. She starts to find the words, only to come out with nothing. What can come out of her mouth besides, your heart is all I need.

Taking a minute to regain her composure, she lowers her guard, opening her hand so slightly that his fingers fill in the spots in-between hers. With a soft smile, he slowly grips her fingers, starting to rub her thumb with his.

“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve wanted to hold your hand,” George mutters quietly, as if he were to speak any louder, he’d shatter the moment, whatever this moment is.

“And you think I haven’t?” (y/n) asks.

“I didn’t say that,” George pauses. “How would I know? There weren’t any signals, no signs or hints, (y/n).”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed, George. I’m always scared of messing up around you now. I can’t breathe, knowing that we breathe the same air. And how do you think I feel about us living under the same roof? I have to stop myself from tearing my hair out and- and stomping over to your room and just… confess. I’ve become desperate for your touch, yet I’m scared that if we pass that boundary, you wouldn’t feel the same! I mean, look at this morning, y- you- we almost kissed and you didn’t say anything! I assumed you just thought it was nothing, and we’d work past it. How is it not obvious that I’m in love with you!?” (y/n) blurts out, ripping her hand away from his, only for him to grip her hand again. Despite the nerves in her veins, she can’t help but relish in his hand still holding hers.

“Can you tell that my hands are shaking? Because they are, (y/n). Is it obvious that I don’t know what to do in situations like this? All I know is that just one look at you, I fall apart. I-I-I can’t begin to count all the times I’ve wanted to hold your hand. And that’s just holding your hand. Kissing you, calling you my Love, Darling, my Everything? I don’t know what else to say except that I fall apart from you. Everything you do makes me scared and I have no idea what to do, because I am just now realizing how much I adore you.” George confesses. (y/n) can only stare back with adoration, yet confusion swirling in her thoughts.

“You know, I can tell everyone how I feel. I love my mom, I love my sister, I love pets, I love One Direction, for gods’ sake! Yet if I say that to you… why is it that I feel like I would break apart? Saying those three words to you just confirms that I am so hopelessly in love with you, and anxious to tell you to be mine. Screw it, I want you to be mine, I’ve been yours. I am yours. I want everything and anything with you, and all I need is a yes. A yes from you is it for me.” (y/n) replies.

“I’m not good with my feelings, expressing them, especially with this. There’s no turning back.”

“Stop giving excuses.” She scoffs.

“I’m not. I’m giving you a way out. In the case that one day, you might not think that I am enough for you.”

“Who said you weren’t? You’re everything to me.” (y/n) says, and George whips his head up to face her. She continues on,

“I’m ready to be yours. Hell, I am yours. I-I can’t even begin to say how much I- “ “Love you. I love you, (y/n).” George blurts out, hands still grasping hers. Gasping, she takes a deep breath, finally ready to succumb to her desires.

“I love you, George.” (y/n) admits. George closes his eyes and softly smiles, before opening his eyes and looking back at (y/n). Now when he’s looking at her, does (y/n) realize how reciprocated her love for him was. Raising their conjoined hands to her face level, she places a kiss to his hands, with George releasing a heavy breath at the intimate action. With a smile, she lets go of his hands, George whining at the loss of contact of her hands.

“I think you’ll like this more.” (y/n) laughs. Slowly, she brings up her hands to cup his face, George immediately melting into her touch. With his head leaning towards one hand, he raises his hands to rub hers once more.

“You really like my hands, huh?” (y/n) remarks.

“They’re officially mine to hold. So, a short answer would be yes.” George smirks as (y/n) hums in content, feeling his stubble tickle the inside of her hands.

Grasping his face, (y/n) slowly tears her gaze away from his eyes to focus onto his lips, and for the first time, there’s a clear sign that he’s feeling the same. They both look at each other one last time, fully taken with one another, the space between them reducing by millimeters.

This is-

Finally capturing her lips, George shivers as (y/n) gasps into their kiss. Maybe he’s the heaven I’ve imagined. Perfection, (y/n) thought. After what seems to be minutes of giving into their desires, they pull back, chests heaving. George’s lips swollen, (y/n) can’t help but steal another kiss, earning a chuckle from George.

“I love you. You’re it for me. I- I love you” (y/n) repeats. George smiles for what seems to be the millionth time that day and says,

“I love you, (y/n). I- I am yours, and you’re mine.” George gushes. Going in for the third, but not final time, they embrace and kiss sweet nothings into their lips, each as a promise to love each other with no holding back.

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Heart On My Sleeve

Idol: Kim Jiwoo (Loona)

Anon: Can I request a Loona Chuu highschool!au when Chuu 'falls in love' very easily but usually stops liking them cause of the pickiest reason like if they laugh weird or something like that, but when she meets (fem) reader she falls head over heals for her. So that's really all I can think of. Sorry if it wasn't much lmao.

☕buy me a coffee☕

A/n: guess who’s back :3

"Are you going to start talking about Sooyoung again or have you set your eyes on someone new?" A weird sound came from the girl’s lips as she looked at her friend with a pout. “I don’t like Sooyoung anymore.” She muttered, arms crossed with a huff as she doodled on the end page of her best friend’s notebook.

Hyunjin shook her head whilst Jungeun rolled her eyes, not at all surprised by the admission. “Well aside from the fact that she’s dating someone already, what’s the reason your crush was a no go?” Hyejoo questioned while munching on the snack the eldest handed to her. “Sooyoung is nice! She’s just... I don’t know. When she squeals, it’s so high pitched sometimes.”

Her three friends gave her an odd look. “You’re complaining about her having a high pitch?” Hyunjin snorted and Hyejoo scoffed. “Unnie, have you heard your own voice?” Jiwoo pouted even more as the youngest spoke. “You don’t even have to try for us to hear how high your voice can be.”

“Shut up.” Jungeun just rubbed the bridge of her nose before letting out a sigh. “I honestly don’t know with you.” She chuckled before giving her best friend a light pat on the arm. “Well, whatever happens or whoever you set your eyes on, next, try not to criticize them too much.”

“I don’t do that.”

“You do.”

“I thought you were on my side!” Jiwoo whined as Hyunjin shrugged her shoulders and began to collect her things. “I’m on the entertaining side. And right now, that’s against you.” She teased playfully, making the other two laugh while Jiwoo attempted to glare at her, only to fail as she buried her face in her hands and let out a groan.

“We’ll see you later.” Hyejoo told them as both she and Hyunjin exited the classroom, being they were from a younger year. “See you!”

Once their two friends left, Jungeun cleaned up the bits of crumbs on her desk left by Hyejoo before she turned to her best friend, whose shoulders slumped and her expression clearly screamed out what she was exhausted.

“You know, it doesn’t hurt liking someone a certain way.” She suddenly spoke up and Jiwoo rested her chin on her desk, sulking. “I know, but it’s so hard to find just one person who makes everything perfect.” She complains, making her friend crinkle her nose and cross her arms. “People are always going to have flaws, Chuu. You just have to learn to accept them if you really want to be with someone.”

Yet her words only caused a pout to form on the latter’s face as she laid her head on her desk, huffing as the teacher finally arrived and greeted the class, something she would usually be listening to, but due to her sulky mood, she didn’t bother lifting her head.

“It’s a bit late, but I hope you can all be nice to your new classmate. She’s not from Korea so I hope you guys can help her out.” The teacher explained before waving for you to enter.

You stand next to his desk and smile lightly, waving to everyone before bowing deeply. “My name is Y/n L/n, I hope we can get along.” You greet them, Jiwoo’s head raising at the new and unfamiliar voice before she felt her eyes widen when she sees your smiling face.

“You can take the seat next to Jungeun, please raise your hand to show where you are.” Jiwoo’s head snapped to her friend when she raised her hand, offering you a friendly smile as you thanked your teacher before heading over to your assigned seat.

Jungeun didn’t even seem to bother checking on her friend when she happily greeted you. “You’re really pretty!” The compliment made a rosy hue appear on your cheeks before you giggled, a sound Jiwoo found herself wanting to hear again.

“Thank you! You’re really pretty, too.”

To see you naturally talking with her best friend left Jiwoo in awe that she ended up paying attention to you rather than the lecture. The entire time, she couldn’t help but steal glances whenever you leaned over to Jungeun and asked her for help when you didn’t understand something.

“Do you need any help getting around?” Jungeun asked when the class was over and you look up at your friendly seatmate before nodding your head. “The school isn’t exactly that big, but being new makes it really hard.” You laughed and Jiwoo couldn’t help but mentally coo at how cute your accent sounded as you spoke in her native tongue.

“You’re Korean is really good!” Was the first thing that came out of the brunette’s mouth and you seemed startled by her sudden intrusion in your conversation, though she’s pleasantly greeted by a bright blush adorning your cheeks due to her compliment.

Jungeun glanced at her friend and quickly realized that she wasn’t alone. “Right, Y/n this is Jiwoo, or Chuu if you’d like.” She introduces and the girl waves happily at you. “Though she’s right. Your pronunciation is really good, where did you study Korean?” Your newfound friend asked curiously and you giggle while hoisting your bag on your shoulders.

Jiwoo takes notice as you blow a few strands of rebelling hair away from your face before feeling her heart skip a beat. “I’ve been studying online. When my dad said we might move, I decided to plan ahead, just in case.” You reply and Jungeun nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense.”

“What’s your next class? So we can help you out on the way there.” Jiwoo speaks again and you giggle at the cute little hop she does, accompanied with a bright smile painted on her features.

It suited her.

Pulling out your notebook, you open the page with your schedule printed on it before showing them. “I have Math for my next class.” You inform them and Junguen grins before patting her best friend on the back. “Looks like you have someone who can keep you company.” Jiwoo blinked a few times, taking your timetable into her own hands to confirm what her friend was saying before her entire face lit up.

“I can show you to our next class and you can sit next to me!” She cheered, latching on to your arm and surprising you by the sudden action, but you laughed nonetheless, enjoying her enthusiasm and excitement as you nodded your head.

And something about the whole thing just made Jiwoo’s heart melt right then and there before she’s tugging at your arm to head to the next class.

Instantly, her best friend could tell by the look on her face just what it was that was running through Jiwoo’s mind, but she could only sigh, shaking her head as she waved her hand. “I’ll see you at lunch. Jiwoo, try not to scare her.”

The statement earned a pout from the said girl and a laugh from you as you both finally walked away, Jiwoo still having yet to release your arm and Jungeun merely sighed as she walked to the other direction.

“Here we go again.”

“Jungeun! Jungeun!” Said girl turned her head in time to see her best friend running over, bouncing on the balls of her feet before she took the seat next to the blonde and squealing with her body visibly shaking.

“What do you-”

“Y/n is amazing!” The bubbly girl didn’t seem to hear her friend as the words came spilling from her mouth at an unbelievable speed that Jungeun had to cover her mouth. “Jiwoo, breathe and talk slower.”

Following her friend’s instructions as best as she could with her excitement, Jiwoo began to recount everything you did during class, which wasn’t exactly much but she found it all too endearing anyway. “We don’t get to sit next to each other, but she sits in front of me.” She explained as Hyunjin and Hyejoo joined them.The pair looked questioningly at the blonde, and she merely shook her head as the other continued with her little ramble. “You said that people have flaws, but she doesn’t! Everything she does is so perfect and even when she mispronounces a word, it’s still the best thing ever because she’s so cute and her little accent sometimes slips.”

The three listen to the girl’s rant and Hyejoo looked more confused before she finally asked. “Who are you talking about this time?” And Jiwoo replies without missing a beat. “Y/n! She’s a transfer student, and she sits next to Jungeun for our first class.”

The name seemed to cause Hyunjin’s ears to perk up before she’s cocking her head. “You mean that Y/n?” She points to the table at the other side of the cafeteria and when everyone looks over, you’re seated next to one of their seniors, Ha Sooyoung in the table with you along with another blonde that Jungeun recognizes as her childhood friend, Jung Jinsoul.

“Heejin mentioned something about her being Vivi unnie’s cousin or something.” Hyunjin informs the group and Jiwoo’s eyes were locked on your figure as you happily conversed with the people who surrounded you. She saw as your supposed cousin gave you a small push after making a comment that had caused Sooyoung’s cheeks to burn and Jinsoul to burst out laughing before she then proceeded to tease her classmate.

Jungeun looked to Hyunjin, a curious look in her eyes. “Since when did you have the guts to talk to Heejin?” She snorted, making the latter glare at her before crossing her arms. “We’re classmates. We talk.” She retorts, though there’s a noticeable blush on her cheeks that she tries to hide by ducking her head, but the youngest at the table was already scoffing.

“I bet it was Heejin unnie who talked to you, first.” Hyunjin grunted before she shoved the younger girl. “So? At least we talked. What about you and Yerim?”

“I’ll have you know that Yerim and I are completely fine and that we’re going out this Friday.”

“You better take care of her, Hyejoo. I don’t want to have to kick you out of this table.”

As the three’s conversation went on, Jiwoo had drowned them out, a small frown on her lips as she continued to watch you from afar. There was a small sting in her chest that made her uncomfortable as you continued to make yourself comfortable with other people, more so when Haseul and Yeojin joined your table and you were then washed with affection by the older girls.

Her usual smiling face had been replaced by a concerned frown before her friends decided to snap her out of it.

“Jiwoo, it’s nothing to be worried about. You know that Vivi unnie has Sooyoung, and Jinsoul unnie and Haseul unnie are naturally affectionate people, so that’s normal.” Yet it didn’t ease the girl as much as she had hoped. “Hold on, let me call someone over.”

All three watched as Hyunjin stood from the table and walked to another group, one that consisted of the mentioned Heejin, along with another blonde. Both seemed confused by her appearance, yet were compliant as they followed Hyunjin to the table she previously sat at.

“Uh...?”

Heejin flashed the group a smile and Hyejoo awkwardly looked away from the shorter blonde, shooting her friend a glare. “Hyunjin said you guys wanted to ask us something?”Jungeun seemed a bit taken aback and Jiwoo was even more puzzled, knowing that the two were Hyunjin’s classmates. So she didn’t understand how two underclassmen would know about you when you were a year above them.

“Hyunjin mentioned that you know Y/n?” Jiwoo asked and the pair seemed to quickly understand before Heejin was gesturing to the girl beside her. “Chaewon can explain better than I can, but we are acquainted.” She explains and the blonde rubbed the back of her neck. “Y/n unnie is my neighbor, actually. Vivi unnie had some things to do, so she asked me if it was okay for me to help unnie adjust, seeing we lived right next to each other.”

“So they are cousins?”

Chaewon nodded in confirmation. “I was also helping Y/n unnie with her Korean lessons right after showing her around.” She added before waving in Heejin’s direction. “That’s how Heejin met unnie. When I was tutoring her at the café, she came and, yeah.” She says, the others already understanding where the story went.

“Why so curious about her?”

Though unlike her friend, Heejin was already looking at Jiwoo with a knowing smile. “Well, if you want to get to know her better, I suggest talking instead of burning a hole into her head.” She says teasingly, now prompting Jiwoo’s face to heat up as she snapped her gaze away from you and Yeojin again.

“Oh.” Chaewon chuckled before shaking her head. “Well, one thing’s for sure, you don’t have to worry about the others. Vivi unnie’s made it clear that they aren’t allowed to try anything.” That caused everyone at the table to perk up and for Jiwoo’s face to go pale.“Why?” Hyunjin couldn’t help asking and Chaewon shrugged. “Protective unnie mode.” She says simply.

“Well, good luck to you then, unnie.” That was the first Hyejoo’s spoken since the pair arrived, yet everyone agreed with her sentiments as Jiwoo tried to keep a calm expression.

“If it’s any assurance, Vivi unnie only told her circle of friends that, so if you’d like, I think you’re good.” Heejin pats her back, but it doesn’t shake her nerves away. “Are you crazy?” Junguen asked with wide eyes. “Vivi unnie is scary!” Jiwoo squeaked, visibly panicked, but the three ‘00 liners didn’t seem too bothered with the fact.

“In the end, if Y/n unnie ends up liking you, Vivi unnie can’t stop that even if she wanted to.” Chaewon explained nonchalantly, knowing both of you enough to understand your dynamics with your cousin.

Jiwoo pursed her lips at that, the thought stuck in her head for the majority of the day.

But the cherry on top was when she had spotted you in the music room, along with Sooyoung and Haseul. When she was asked why you were there, knowing you weren’t a member of the music club, Haseul answered for you.

“I know that it isn’t exactly the start of the year and that we aren’t really recruiting, but we thought it would be nice to give our friend a shot, considering she’s new and has no clubs.” The older girl stated while patting your shoulder.

You seemed a little embarrassed with the situation, but really, there was only the four of you in the room since everyone else had gone home due to there not being a scheduled meeting for the day.

“If you guys aren’t recruiting, then I think I can wait until the time you are. Seriously, it’s okay.” You tell them, but Sooyoung was already shushing you. “Come on, just give it a try.”Haseul looked to Jiwoo pleadingly.

“You’re the head of the team, so we just want you to give her a listen. I swear, we aren’t being biased.”

And so she did listen, unknowingly letting Haseul and Sooyoung leave the room without her noticing right before you began to sing. Although weak at first due to your shyness, your voice had eventually enraptured Jiwoo up until the end of the song.

She told you that she would give it some thought, and she really wishes she didn’t.

Because what Heejin and Chaewon told her didn’t leave her after a day or a week.

Her thoughts were filled with only you for weeks, and she doesn’t know what her poor heart has gotten herself into because every day, you only show her more and more reasons to love you instead of stopping like all the other people she’s claimed to have fallen in love with.

And now, she has no idea what she was supposed to do.

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #loona #loona imagines #loona scenarios #loona x reader #loona chuu #chuu loona #kim jiwoo #chuu #chuu scenarios #chuu imagines

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sweetlyskz · 3 years

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Drama Class

Genre: Collage AU!, Acting AU!, Drama, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: Drama class has always been your safe space, a place for you to show off your amazing acting abilities, but when the new student, Kim Seokjin, joins your class, you find it hard to keep up.

Warnings: handjob, sex without protection, language... I think that's it :/

Word count: 1,5K

Finally, the second to last class of the day is almost over. You stare at the clock, waiting for it to hit 1:20 pm. Then, at 1:19, you finally hear it.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

You pick up your things and launch out of your boring Calculus class, heading o your favorite class of the day. Drama class. On your way there, however, you bump into some kid who is obviously not watching where he's going. Just as you go to tell him off he says,

"I'm so sorry, I'm trying to find my last class, uhh, room 304. Do you happen to know where that is?"

"Actually, yes I'm headed there now. You can come with me. Drama class right?"

"Yes, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You both walk to drama class very awkwardly. Once you guys get inside he sits right next to you, making you uncomfortable. He looks at you and whispers while the teacher is explaining the improve assignment for the day.

"My name is Jin by the way. You?"

"Oh, I'm y/n."

"Very pretty name y/n. How long have you been acting? Personally I like to act but I like singing way more. I actually take these vocal lessons and…”

God, he talks a lot, you think to yourself. You ignore him and ask the teacher to go to bathroom, needing a serious break from his constant talking. When you come back to class you see that kid Jin making everyone laugh with his improve skills. Even your teacher was getting along with him perfectly, as if he had been in this class since the beginning of the school year. This definitely made you upset. That should be you in front of the class, humoring people with your improve skills. Who does he think he is to show up and come for your spot like that?

As the school year continued, your dislike for Jin only grew stronger. In drama class, he always got the main roles. He looked at you with a smile that you greatly despise. Maybe your paranoia was getting to you but something was telling you that behind that smile was a person who was selfish and deviant. These thoughts led you to distance yourself from him, making smart remarks whenever he would practice or perform. He didn't really know your reasons for hating him but he knew for sure that you did.

On your way to drama class make eye contact with Jin who is talking to someone down the hall. You quickly break eye contact and speed down the hall as he tries to catch up with you.

"y/n! wait up!"

When Jin finally catches up you both walk in silence until he speaks up.

"have you been okay lately?" he asks you. "You hardly show up to drama class and when you do no one really notices, well except me.”

"oh yeah, I'm okay. I just kinda gave up."

"what? why? you love acting."

"Because... you showed up"

"Wow. you know, I had I feeling you didn't like me for some reason, but why? I have done nothing to!"

You both stop walking, now raising your voice in the middle of the hallway.

"Done nothing to me? Ever since you joined the class you have made everything difficult for me! You take my spot in class. You get all of the main roles. Why does everything come easy for you? You can't just-"

Jin cuts you off by wrapping his arms around your waist and passionately kissing you, you kissing him back. He smiles into the kiss and you slowly pull away.

"I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. It wasn't my intention, I swear.”

"Well you did", you say trying to still stay mad at him.

"I guess I just wanted to impress you, and everyone else, but more importantly you." You look at him confusingly. Why would he do that? I mean it’s understandable that he show what he can do to the teacher, but why was your opinion so important?

"Impress me? Why would you feel the need to impress me?"

"Because y/l/n y/n, if you haven’t noticed yet, I like you. I mean I really wanted to get to know you but you started ghosting me and-"

You pull him in for another kiss, cutting him off. He kisses you back and wraps his arms around your waist, smiling into the kiss.

"I like you too Kim Seokjin. I guess it just took me a while to realize it. And I’m sorry for being so jealous towards you. I can be a little oblivious and in my head sometimes."

"A little?" He remarks.

You giggle like a a little school girl and playfully hit his arm. You wonder what will happen now that you both have expressed your feelings for each other. Would you go on a date? Or maybe he doesn't want to be with you after you judged him. As if he could read your mind he says,

"Drama class is over in like 10 minutes so there's no real point in going. How about I take you to one of my favorite thinking spots on campus?" You smile and nod. With that he grabs your hand and gently pulls you out of the back doors of the main building, guiding you a secluded tree in the Uni's garden. Surrounding the tree are beautiful roses and tulips.

"Wow, this is so pretty", you say, sitting next to Jin in the grass. "How often do you come here?"

"Pretty often. I usually come here when I need to clear my head or ponder on things. It's always quiet over here, easy for me to just take a break from everything."

You gaze over at Jin, who is playing with the tulips next to him. He looks so perfect. With the sun beaming on one side of his face and the wind blowing his silky hair. You feel like you've fallen in love, not just because of his appearance but also because of his wise words. When he realized how quiet you were being he turns toward you, only to catch you staring at him.

"Everything okay?"

"Kiss me."

He laughs at your sudden comment. "do what?" he says.

You smile at him. "I said kiss me dork."

He waste no time and does what he's told, entangling his hands in your hair and kissing you softly. The soft kiss turns in to a heated make out session under the tree. You climb onto his lap and shower his neck with kisses and love bites. As much as he wants to take it further he stops you there.

"Not now baby, later."

"Please, I'll be quick I promise", you respond, slowly grinding on his lap.

"Fuck", he moans. "5 minutes."

You start back up kissing on his neck while unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down on his pants. "Fuck, I'm so needy right now". He groans quietly as you palm his hardening cock through his boxers.

"If you dont stop teasing baby I swear I will fuck you right against this tree", he says, grabbing your hand and putting it in his boxers. You take the hint and pull his underwear down for his erection to spring free (ya'll I giggled lmao). You use the precum already spilling out of his cock and move your hand up and down his length slowly, earning a moan from Jin.

"Shit ,baby please."

You decide to tease him a bit more. "please, what?"

"I need you pussy so bad right now, please." You suddenly remove you hand from Jin's cock, making him whimper, and slide your pants down along with your underwear. Aligning his throbbing cock with your heat, you slowly go down on him, causing a string of cuss words to come out of Jin's mouth.

"mm, baby your so big, fuck", you moan quietly in his ear. Finally, you start to ride his cock, making him grab tightly onto your waist. He moans when you start to suck on his neck, leaving even more hickeys on his collarbone. You reach your hand down and play with your clit, moaning in Jin's ear.

"Shit- I'm gonna come y/n", he exclaims. You ride him a little faster and use your free hand rub his nipples. he moans your name loudly, cumming inside you. you follow him soon after, convulsing on his cock, moaning his name. He gently pushes you off his cock, becoming too sensitive. "Well, I can checking fucking under a tree off of my bucket list", Jin says playfully. You laugh while getting up and putting your clothes back on. Jin does the same, buttoning his pants back up.

"So, are you free tomorrow night?"

"Depends. Is it a date or a booty call?"

He laughs until he realized you weren't joking. "A date of course."

You start to walk away, heading back home. Before you go you yell over to him. "Sure. I'll be ready by 8, don't be late."

A/n: Yes I know this is poorly written but personally I think I'm getting better :) I'll have a jk fic ready for you guys sometime this week.

#bts jin #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #jin smut #kim seokjin #seokjin fanfic #seokjin x reader #seokjin smut #bts angst #jin angst #jin fluff

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spilledmilkfkdies · 3 years

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Black Circle powers rant, kinda?

I have no idea if anyone has brought it up before, but; The Wizards' mobility is driving me up the fucking wall??

So they can fly/float, teleport plus some of their personal mobility things. Look me right in the pfp and tell me that isn't messy af? I get that it's the easiest for the show and it's just convenient or something, but I feel like changing some stuff around could really benefit them as characters.

((Quick disclaimer I know they're powerful and old and whatnot, but that still doesn't mean they have to know how to do everything, or they can at least have and obvious preference that works for them. Just so you don't get a bunch of inconsistencies.))

Ogron should've been the only one able to fly / float.

Just talking about the glowy purple flying stuff they do in the show, I want to give that to Ogron. The idea of them doing it together is pretty neat and I can see why it'd be more practical for the show, but it defeats the purpose of some of their powers.

It wouldn't conflict with any of Ogron's as he doesn't have a power specific way of moving around. Perhaps he'd be able to lift the others and take them with him, but the flying itself does belong to him. It could be argued that's already what's happening, but the other three are seen doing it without him present so probably not.

Just give Gantlos a super jump you cowards.

There is some sort of super jump in the show already, but it's most likely just a branch of flight. Since I'm taking flight from him he can only keep the jump part of it, which would compliment his main power more than flight would anyway.

It's possible Ogron has a variation of it because of the floating, but the actual jump is Gantlos'. A bit more brute, different looking from the actual floating too.

Make Anagan actually fast I'm begging you.

When making a character's main power movement based and then you proceed to give him secondary abilities that are lowkey way faster?? That's just rude. I get that animating super speed can be tricky and in some shots he does look really fast, but it still feels so useless when he ends up flying anyway.

Not only am I increasing Anagan's speed to 'other side of the country in seconds' kind of fast fight me, but I also want to bring up the idea of giving him more variation in time powers as a whole. Sure, you can play around with properly executed super speed, but he deserves more than just that and I will die on that hill.

Let Duman keep shapeshifting damn.

Mobility wise Duman is probably done the best on the show, the slime form for tight spaces, birds for flight- But then he starts flying regularly and it just ruins it. His powers are obviously such a big part of him, there's no reason to take it away?? Other than animation effort but still.

I really don't have anything else to say on it, change the random flying parts and you're good, that's how close you were smh.

Stop teleporting them all the time.

This really was the easy way out when they didn't know how to make the wizards exit or enter a scene I swear- And it was used so inconsistently too?? You tell me at one point Duman went out of his way to slime himself under a door, open it for his fellow wizards, then they leave by teleporting anyway? Maybe if they needed to have visited a place for them to port there I would let it slide, but that also falls apart when they went out of their way to fly to locations after having been there before.

Again, such an easy and boring way out. I get the big group teleportation from the earlier episodes, but almost every one after that is cheap and lazy. Keep it a thing they can only do as a group and reserve it for bigger distances.

So to sum it up:

Ogron can fly and float (could lift others if he wanted to)

Gantlos has a super jump

Anagan is fast like he should be

Duman has the benefits of the form he takes

Teleportation is a group effort all the time (and used for long distance only)

Just wanted to put my thoughts out there lmao- Some lil things to help differentiate these four a bit more never hurts, it gives them a chance to do more with their powers as well. Show us the fairy hunters that have trained and perfected their powers for centuries instead of reusing the some lazy shit and copy and pasting it for all of them, cowards.

#bit messy but i think i got my main points in there #i want to fight rainbow #literally square up rn #salty hours #anagan deserves so much better #all of them but him especially #winx club #winx season 4 #wizards of the black circle #winx ogron #winx gantlos #winx duman #winx anagan

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vcidgalpin · 4 years

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Pack Mentality Pt 2

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Season 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 1904

A/N: Apologies are finally given, and common ground is found. Aka what happens between those who don’t go on the double date. Also why are the only gifs for this episode of Allison?!?

Warnings: Fluff lmao

“You are a terrible bowler!” Stiles bursts as we descend the stairs, as if he’s been holding his words in all lunch.

“I know! I’m such an idiot,”

“It was like watching a car wreck. First it turns into the group date. Then out of nowhere comes that phrase-”

“Hanging out.”

“You don’t hang out with a hot girl. It’s death. Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out.” I scoff.

“Gee, thanks guys.”

“No!” Stiles squeaks out, not able to stop his words coming out so fast. My eyes widened at how defensive he got. He clears his throat, “I mean. You’re not- bad looking. It’s just, you- Scott likes Allison and- God why do you always have to be here, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells all the time.” Ah there he is, the rude Stiles I knew and definitely didn’t miss.

“What, just because I’m a girl, you think I’m sensitive. And if this is you holding back on being rude to me, I would hate to know how horrible you actually can get.” A scowl remains on my face like a tattoo as we walk down the corridor.

“How is this happening? I either nearly killed a bus driver or I didn’t. I ask Allison on a date, but now we’re just hanging out. I make first line, but the team captain wants to destroy me. And now? Now I’m gonna be late to work.” He rushes off, leaving me and Stiles behind.

“I’m sorry.” Stiles finally breaks the tense silence. I’m almost not sure I heard him correctly.

“I- Thank you,” Unsure of what to say, I turn to him, my face softening. “I’m sorry too.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I haven’t exactly been the nicest person to you either? Remember the night of the game?” Stiles nods. “I hate to admit it, but when we didn’t argue, I actually kind of enjoyed your company. I know we were sort of busy, all over the place looking for Scott, but it wasn’t half bad being around you.”

“Wow,” Stiles seems dumbfounded, clearly unable to articulate anything. “Never thought I’d hear that from you… You enjoyed my company, huh?” A smirk grows on his lips and I punch him in the arm.

“Shut up,”

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Scott had gone to Derek for help, even after mine and Stiles’ clear argument against him doing so.

“So what did he teach you? How to roll over? Beg? Give him your paw?” Scott clearly wasn’t up for Stiles’ jokes, so I lean forward so my head is in between the front seats.

“Did he tell you how to remember?” He nods, “And do you think we can trust him?” Another nod. I sigh before continuing, “Okay. Let’s do this.”

We pull up to the chain link fence that surrounds the school parking lot. Scott gets out the passenger side and approaches the fence. Me and Stiles follow him, and we move closer to the fence before Scott stops us.

“Just me. Someone needs to keep watch,”

“Can’t one of us come? Do two people really need to keep watch,”

“I’m always the guy keeping watch. Why is it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin? I don’t want to be Robin all the time.”

“Nobody is Batman or Robin any of the time.”

“Not even some of the time?”

“Just stay here. Both of you. And try not to kill each other, please?” He asks through gritted teeth. We slip back into the Jeep, and I play with the strings of my hoodie, bored. The car stays silent, and I think hard at what to say to break the thick atmosphere.

“Why do you like Lydia so much?” That’s not really what I wanted to talk about, but I realise that only after I’ve already said it. Lydia is one of the things I know we have in common, so it seems like fair ground to cover.

“Um… Cus she’s perfect, I guess. She’s beautiful and complicated, I don’t know. I just do.” Yeah, he doesn’t really seem to know her past her looks and how she wants others to see her.

“How much have you really talked to her?” Stiles seems to think hard about this, and comes out blank. He plays with his fingers, refusing to give me an answer, which gives away everything anyway. It goes quiet again, and I can’t think of anything to say this time. I watch his fingers as he fiddles with them, my mind drifting. Before I can follow wherever it was going, I hear him clear his throat. He is staring at me, squinting his eyes, as if he is analysing me. Heat fills my cheeks and I look down, playing with my own hands in my lap.

“What were you looking at?” Stiles asks, genuinely confused.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” My voice barely raises above a whisper. ‘What is up with me today? Why is this boy that I basically hated until earlier affecting me so much?’

“Clearly you were looking at something,” He presses on, leaning closer to me. My breath catches in my throat at his proximity. I met his relentless gaze, making a solid effort to try and maintain eye contact, and not look elsewhere on his face. A beeping horn scares the crap out of me and the two of us headbutt one another. Rubbing my forehead, I look out the front window, seeing Scott flip up and over the fence. I get up and move to the back of the Jeep again, letting Scott get in. We speed off, Scott still huffing in panic.

“Did it work, did you remember?” Stiles asks, still flooring it out of there. Scott nods,

“I was there last night. And the blood- a lot of it was mine.”

“So you did attack him?”

“No, I saw glowing eyes that weren’t mine. They had to have been Derek’s. I think I was protecting the driver.”

“Why would Derek help you remember that he tried to kill the driver?” I ask, confused. Nothing was making sense.

“It’s gotta be a pack thing,” Stiles suggested, and then my mind suddenly caught up to me.

“Wait. This has happened to me before. The foggy memories, needing to go back to the place to remember, it happens when your alpha calls you out against your will,”

“Well. Terrifying as that is, that also means you aren’t a killer. And it also means-”

“I can go out with Allison,”

“I was going to say that you won’t kill us, but that works too.”

---

Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson all are out on their double date, or hang out or whatever, leaving me and Stiles to have to find something to do. We decide that we don’t have much to do except hang out with each other, so we head over to Stiles’ house. He shows me around downstairs, and then we go up and he shows me his room. I’ve never really been in a boys room before, his is cleaner than I would’ve predicted. He falls down onto his bed, while I remain near to the door, leaning on the frame. It feels weird being here after only just becoming friendly with the boy, so I get stuck in place. He props himself up on his elbows and tilts his head at me.

“You can sit down, you know,” I walked over, sitting next to him on his bed. Continuing to look around his room, I came across a corkboard, flooded with printed out articles and ripped out book pages about werewolves, wolfsbane- everything.

“You really are a nerd, you know that?” I laugh at his slightly offended expression as he scrambles up to follow my gaze. “Hey! I’m just- passionate. What are you interested in, huh? You can’t call me a nerd and then not spill on your guilty pleasure hobbies.”

“I like running. Like track and stuff, I guess. I was pretty good before I got bullied off of my old team and moved here.” Stiles looks sad at my confession, so I try to make him laugh. I’m gonna regret saying this,

“I also really like Star Wars.” His mouth falls open and his eyes fill with a hint of something I can’t quite read. “What?”

“Are you kidding? I love Star Wars!” He points up to the shelf near to the bed, and low and behold, all the films are stacked together. “You wanna watch one?”

“Sure,” I agree, and Stiles gets up, grabbing ‘A New Hope’ and his laptop. He sits, with his back against his headboard, so I move to sit next to him.

---

Blinking my eyes open, I hear soft sighs of breath coming from above my head, air gently blowing against the top. Going to stretch, I find that one of my arms is trapped under something heavy. Rubbing my eyes with my free arm, I start to adjust to the darkness of the room, the only light coming from a laptop screen. I slowly move my head and instantly go red at what I see. We had fallen asleep. I’d fallen asleep on his chest, with my arms wrapped around him. Trying to carefully pull my arm free, Stiles stirs. His slow movements suddenly jolt into spastic ones. He frees my arm sitting up quickly, and I can see the pink tint to his face under the glow of the screen.

“Sorry,” He finally mumbles out. He coughs, clearly his throat and turns to switch his lamp on, closing the laptop and moving it out of the way. Checking my phone, I show the time to the boy. Grabbing his own phone, he suddenly stiffens in place.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles shows a notification on his phone, ‘Garrison Meyers, age 56, has succumbed to his wounds’ an hour or so ago.

“Scott will be home from his date soon, I think you should tell him,”

“Do you want to come with me?”

“Can you just drop me off there, I think I’m gonna go to bed,” He nods and we get up, him grabbing his keys. As we head out, we run into the Sheriff. Clearly noticing mine and Stiles’ bed hair etc. he squints his eyes at us both.

“How long have you two been here?”

“A bit after school got out I guess. Anyway, I really need to go see Scott,”

“You are aware there is a countywide curfew, right?”

“Yeah, I am.” Stiles states, as if that means nothing to him. His dad just sighs, giving up. Before we leave he speaks up.

“Stiles, if you are going to have a girl round, could you please just, let me know first,” I nearly choke on my own tongue at this insinuation. Stiles starts blushing again and stammers for words,

“No- We- Dad we aren’t- It’s not-” The Sheriff just lifts his hand, dismissing whatever ‘excuse’ Stiles was going to come out with. We rush out the house, leaving some distance between the two of us, clearly still drowning in embarrassment. Stiles and I don’t really talk much in the car ride to Scott’s/mine. I thank him for the lift before hopping out and quietly sneaking into my house, hoping my parents don’t grill me on breaking the curfew.

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ddaengyoonmin · 5 years

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BTS Friends To Lovers Series (Jungkook)

Pairing: Swimmer!Jungkook x Swimmer! Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Cheating, Fingering, Nipple play, Praise kink, unprotected sex, outdoor sex

a/n: I included another member in this and we are just going to assume that they are the same age as Jungkook and the reader for this fic.

Song Inspo: Swim- Chase Atlantic; Youth Water- Manila grey

Word Count: 8k (Wow yikes so much for these being drabbles lmao)

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Weightlessness, the cold water holding your body up. Nothing else matters but this, your mind completely focused on pushing your muscles to their limit, to victory. Your arms moving with purpose, propelling you towards the touch pad, you are staring up at the bright lights on the ceiling through the water droplets splashing onto your goggles. Red flags that hang over the pool now come into your view and you know what that means, you are only a few arm lengths away from the finish. You use every last bit of your strength and glide with an outstretched arm, reaching your destination.

As soon as your hand hits you instantly tear off your goggles and whip your head around to the screen high on the wall to your right. Adrenaline flooding through your body.

1: Y/L/N 00:57.96

Your face lit up instantly and you pumped a fist into the air, you grabbed on to the bars under the starting block and pulled yourself out of the pool, speed walking over to your team who were cheering and hugging you.

“I broke a minute!” you squealed “Oh my god I can’t believe it”

You’d been aiming for breaking a minute in your 100 yard backstroke your entire high school experience. Now finally at 18 and a senior only a few weeks away from graduating, you’d finally done it and by way more than you thought you could. You were so proud of your hard work paying off

Your spring team coach shot you a thumbs up and a wide grin from the other side of the pool.

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After the meet was over your coach pulled you aside with an excited look on her face, putting a letter into your hand.

“There was a scout here from Bangtan University, and they think you have potential. They are inviting you to a summer swim training camp for incoming freshmen and if you can get to 55.0 by the end of summer you’d get a full ride scholarship. Even if you don’t make the time, they want you on the team and are offering a pretty nice scholarship” she clapped her hands together.

You clapped a hand over your mouth

“Seriously?”

You hadn’t thought that you were anything that amazing, you weren’t the best swimmer on the team overall but you couldn’t argue, that backstroke time you’d just swam was quite impressive. If this team saw potential in you, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to prove yourself.

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You had pulled into the parking lot of the university’s athletic center, many others were pulling in and walking over to the pool doors. You felt so much excitement and nervousness at meeting your new teammates.

You noticed that there were also men that were in the crowd of swimmers making their way to the pool doors, you hadn’t realized this was going to be a co-ed training. You’d only swam with your girls from high school and it was the same team since you were in elementary school. One of your best friends had also been offered a place on a college team, but to a different school. You were going to miss her a lot, but you’d still get to see each other occasionally, and you were excited for this new adventure.

You grabbed your bag that held your towel and gear and followed the crowd to the pool.

After getting changed and admiring the incredible size of the facility you walked out to the pool where you could see the rest of the team gathered around a white board waiting for the coach to give further instruction.

You found an open space to sit down on the floor next to a blonde tall man with broad shoulders, the perfect figure for a swimmer, you wondered if he did butterfly. His shape and muscles seem to be very fitting for that stroke. He was shirtless and you had to try to not make things awkward by staring at him or any of the other shirtless men scattered among the swimmers here.

The man turned to you and extended a hand for you to shake.

“I’m Jin” he smiled at you.

You shook his hand and returned his friendly smile “y/n”

The coach now started a speech introducing himself to the group and talking about the types of things that would take place here at the training camp, you’d get to compete against other colleges in practice meets and you’d be doing many time trials throughout the summer to see how you were improving.

As the coach was starting to explain the workout for the day, the sound of a door slamming loudly from the direction of the locker rooms.

A tall man with gorgeous jet black hair walked out from the men's locker room. He was wearing the same tight fitting speedo that most all the other men were wearing and was wearing a white warm-up jacket that had a blue stripe down the side. You let your eyes linger on how it was completely unzipped and exposing his extremely sculpted and muscular chest.

“Ah Mr. Jeon.” the coach glared. “Thanks for gracing us with your presence today.”

You half expected the coach to yell at the man and tell him to get out. Showing up to your first day of practice was quite rude and didn’t really show good commitment to the team in your opinion.

The man just silently stood back behind the rest of the team with his arms crossed, nodding for the coach to continue. He was quite cocky you thought. He must be really good to be able to get away with an attitude like that. And as rude as it was, you also found it slightly amusing.

The rest of practice went well, you work your hardest and tried to prove yourself, you ended up becoming the lane leader for your lane and were quite proud of that.

There were eight lanes and it was split up by your times, the fastest swimmers all in lane eight and the slowest in lane one. You had surprisingly landed yourself in lane three which had surprised you, you weren’t the worst, and that was something!

That cocky man Mr. Jeon had ended up in lane eight, and you noticed he was lane leader at that. You were right, he had the speed to back up his cocky attitude. The tall blonde named Jin was also in lane eight right behind him, so he must be the second best swimmer on your team.

After practice was over you decided to step out of your comfort zone and approach him.

He was pulling himself out of the pool to sit on the edge, pushing his wet strands of hair out of his face and breathing heavily from the workout.

“Hey” you said with an awkward wave.

He glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow wondering what you might want from him.

“I-I just... wanted to say, I s-saw you swim and, y-you did a really good job, I mean, you swim well. Your stroke is p-pretty, I mean pretty good.” Fuck why were you being so fucking awkward. You weren’t very good at making new friends, but something in you just really wanted to get to know this man, and hoped that maybe he could help you improve on your times so that you could get that scholarship.

He chuckled at your bumbling around.

“Ah, Thank you” he stood and started to walk away.

“What's your stroke!” you yelled after him.

He turned and smiled “Freestyle.” he said simply, starting to walk away again. He probably thinks you’re a complete weirdo but swimmers were always hungry, so...here goes nothing…

“Wanna grab some dinner?”

He spun around again. “Uh,” he thought for a moment “Yeah sure, why not. Meet me outside the doors after we get changed, did you have something in mind?”

Shit, you had nothing in mind. “I was thinking pasta?”

He put a hand to his chin in thought, “Okay, I know a good place.”

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You followed in your car behind Jungkook’s car to the place he had suggested for the two of you to eat and then got a booth seat at the restaurant, sitting across from each other.

Jungkook ordered a big glass of milk and you chuckled a bit at that.

“Good for the muscles” He shrugged cutely with a smirk.

“So how long have you been swimming?” you asked, trying to make some small talk and swimming was basically your only conversation point even with your non swimmer friends.

“My whole life pretty much”

“Yeah me too! I took one year off where I tried track but, I discovered I’m more of a water creature” you laughed.

Jungkook stared at you, narrowing his eyes. You thought you must’ve been being awkward or offended him somehow without realizing it.

“I feel like I’ve seen you before…” Jungkook says.

Oh.

“Um, not sure…” you didn’t quite know what to say.

“4th grade! Summer swim team!” he exclaims. “y/n y/l/n right?”

Oh my god, you had actually done a co-ed swim team once when you were younger at a pool your family had a membership to. You had totally forgotten about that.

“Jeon...Jungkook!?” it suddenly clicked. “Holy shit, yes, I remember you”

He grinned and took a large drink of his milk leaving an adorable milk mustache on his upper lip.

The two of you talked for the rest of the meal reminiscing on your memories of the team you were on together. He had changed so much from the skinny dorky boy you’d known. He was a man now and had grown up well.

Suddenly he stopped mid conversation as his phone rang, he put up a finger and mouthed a sorry.

“Hey hon” he answered. “Yeah-” he nodded “Okay I’ll be there soon, Just finishing up a meal with an old friend I reconnected with today…” he paused as the voice on the other end of the line said something “Yep, see you soon babe, love ya” he clicked the button to hangup.

“Girlfriend?” you asked, slightly jealous for reasons you couldn’t quite understand, it’s not like you had any place to feel that way. You’d only just re-met him today, and he was an attractive man, of course he had a girlfriend.

“Yep, I gotta hurry up and get going, she’s had a rough day at work”

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The next couple weeks you went to practice every day besides Sunday and each day you and Jungkook would end up hanging out for a bit after. Sometimes going out to eat, and sometimes you’d stay late for him to help give you some tips on your swimming form. You were happy to have made a friend like him. You feel like you’d already improved so much.

Today was the first practice meet you were going to have with another school and It was a home meet. You were nervous but also couldn’t wait to see how much you’d improved.

Right before you were about to enter the locker room to get changed Jungkook yelled out your name and motioned for you to come over to where he stood. He was next to a skinny, curly haired blonde woman with glasses, she was dressed all in pink, tiny hot pink shorts, a tiny baby pink crop top that exposed her tanned stomach, and a pink headband holding back her perfect hair.

“Y/n this is my girlfriend Missy” Jungkook motioned towards the girl.

You tried to give your friendliest smile and extended your hand out to the girl. She didn’t return your gesture and instead rolled her big blue eyes slightly and looked you up and down while blowing a big bubble from the gum she was chewing loudly. When it popped she turned to Jungkook

“Kookieee, I don’t wanna wait in the stands for you, it’s way too hot up there. Can’t I just be with you in the pool area” She spoke in a ditzy voice while she pouted, crossing her arms and pushing her perfect perky breasts up as she did, almost as if she was trying to use them to convince Jungkook to cave into her.

“Missy I told you, you aren’t allowed in the pool area during a meet, I promise it won’t be too bad up in the stands. Do you need some money to go to concessions and buy a cold drink or something” he whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

You shifted uncomfortably, debating on whether you should just leave to go get ready for the meet now. Jungkook’s girlfriend obviously didn’t care for meeting you, and you didn’t quite care for her at all.

Missy groaned childishly and just put a flat palm out towards Jungkook, which had him scrambling through his pockets and pulling out his wallet to put probably five times more money than she needed in her hand for the drink. Yet she still held her hand out until Jungkook put even more money into her hand. Then she instantly spun around on her heels and left.

“Nice meeting you!” you yelled after her, well aware that you were lying.

You turned to Jungkook with wide eyes.

“Wow. Whipped.” you chuckled.

He sheepishly ran a hand through his hair, “She’s actually awesome once you get to know her.”

You shrugged, “I’ll take your word for it” though you can’t imagine anything about that girl that would end up being a redeeming quality.

“It really does get hot up in the stands…” he tried to stand up for his girlfriend.

You chuckled “Well you gave her enough for like twenty cold drinks so I think she’ll be fine”

Jungkook and You went to your separate locker rooms to get ready and then out to the pool.

The meet was going extremely well, you had placed in second in the last heat of the backstroke and improved a lot on your time just in the few weeks you’d been training. You couldn’t be happier.

It came time for Jungkook to swim the 200 Free, you made sure to stand on the edge of the pool with the rest of the teammates where he could see when he went to take a breath, while you cheered enthusiastically for him.

“Go Go Goooo Jungkook!” you yelled, jumping up and down in your spot. He was amazing, his muscular arms pulled him forward through the water so gracefully, he was at least a full body length ahead of the other swimmers in his heat. It was incredible watching him.

You happened to glance up into the crowd to see Missy sitting on her phone, sipping on a lemonade and texting, not even looking up from it once to see how Jungkook was doing.

It irritated you quite a bit. Why was she even here?

Jungkook finished in first, no surprise. He seemed happy with his time, a wide grin on his face while he was hopping out of the pool.

You ran over to him, both hands out for a double high five that he returned instantly.

The rest of the meet went well. Your college ended up winning overall which put everyone in high spirits.

After getting dressed and exiting the locker room out to the lobby of the aquatic center you decided you wanted to at least try to extend an olive branch to Jungkook’s less than pleasant girlfriend. You didn’t want to lose Jungkook as a friend over something as silly as not getting along with Missy.

You found Jungkook standing in the lobby looking around.

“Hey you!” you smiled as you approached him “Do you and Missy wanna go out for a celebratory dinner on me?”

“That sounds awesome! I just gotta find Missy. Did you see her come down from the stands?” he looked confused as he scanned the crowd for her.

“I didn’t, I’ll help you look around for her”

He nodded and the two of you walked through the crowd to try and find her. She was nowhere to be seen and the crowd was slowly getting thinner and thinner so it should’ve made it easier to see her. Odd.

After about ten minutes of searching the whole crowd was gone and it was only you and Jungkook standing in the lobby.

“Okay, y/n, I’m kind of nervous. Where could she be?” Jungkook's eyes were full of worry.

“Maybe she wasn’t feeling well and went home early?” you suggested.

“She would’ve texted me…” his brow furrowed as he checked his phone to see if maybe he had missed a message or call.

The two of you started to walk some of the hallways of the building looking around.

Then an odd noise hit your ears, there was some giggling coming from a storage room.

“That sounds like...What would she be doing in here?” Jungkook gripped the door handle and swung it open.

His eyes almost flying out of their sockets at the sight of Missy completely naked her legs wrapped around your teammate Jin.

“What the fuck!” Jungkook screamed angrily. Causing Missy and Jin to realize for the first time that they had been walked in on.

Missy instantly jumped off of Jin, and Jin scrambled to cover himself up.

“Jungkook wait!” Missy squealed as Jungkook slammed the door shut on the two of them, shaking slightly while he stomped down the hall away from them.

You followed right behind him silently, not really knowing what to say.

“Babe wait!” suddenly Missy was sprinting down the hall after the two of you, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulder trying to turn him around to face her. He shook her off and kept walking, trying to just make it out the doors of the building and to his car, wanting to get as far away from her as possible.

“Jungkook, please I can explain!” Missy was sobbing.

“Missy. Maybe now’s not the time.” You softly spoke at her in a serious tone.

“Sorry bitch but no one was talking to you.” Missy snapped at you.

At that Jungkook finally spun around to face her.

“Don’t you dare Missy. You’re the bitch right now okay? And I never want to fucking see your face again. So please, leave me alone, go home.” he growled.

Missy froze on the spot, Jungkook had never spoken to her so harshly before. You felt that she deserved even worse than just some mean words after what she’d done, but that's none of your business.

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You drove Jungkook home, telling him it was probably not a good idea for him to drive himself due to the state of mind he was in, and he reluctantly agreed.

You pulled up to his house and the two of you sat in silence for a moment before Jungkook spoke.

“I was with her since eighth grade…” he choked out, covering his face with his hands as he was starting to tear up.

You put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Wishing that you had the right words.

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Jungkook missed practice for the next two days. You texted him asking where he was both days and each time he answered with a simple ‘don’t feel well sry’

When he finally returned to practice he seemed to be pushing himself even harder than he was before. You wondered if it was hard for him to swim in the same lane as Jin.

And your curiosity was answered when you were taking a breather after a set and heard some commotion going on from lane eight.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You heard Jungkook screaming.

“I said, it’s not my fault your girl is a SLUT” Jins voice boomed

You looked over to see Jungkook starting to pull his fist back, he wasn’t able to land his punch before a few of the other teammates from the lane were holding him back.

The coach ran over and tried to defuse the situation.

“That's it. Everyone out of the water!” The coach yelled to the whole team. You all hopped out and went to sit on the benches or the floor to wait for further instruction.

“You two. Up on the blocks” the coach motioned for Jin and Jungkook to comply with his orders.

“100 Freestyle.” the coach informed them.

The two men glared at each other and hopped on the block.

You thought this was probably a good way to settle things without violence. Jungkook was the fastest on the team, and freestyle wasn’t even Jin’s stroke, so it would feel good for him to beat Jin after all that went down.

“Ready. Set…” The coach blew the whistle to signal the start.

Jungkook dove off the block, his arms outstretched and strong as he hit the water.

You stood up and yelled “Gooooo Jungkook!” then motioned for the rest of the team to stand and cheer. Most of them did, all cheering for Jungkook.

But...the cheers started to die down on the last lap. Because...Jungkook was losing? No. Not good.

Jin touched the wall about a few seconds before Jungkook, a big smirk on his face as he turned to him.

“Better luck next time buddy.” he chuckled.

Jungkook was in shock. He...lost, he never lost…

He hopped out of the pool fuming, stomping off to the locker room, kicking a stack of kickboards and knocking them all across the pool floor on his way in.

You covered your mouth with your hand. Poor Jungkook. Your heart was breaking for your friend and you had no idea what to do.

After practice was over you were walking out to your car and noticed that Jungkook’s car was still there. You’d thought he left but he must still be somewhere back in the building.

You decided to go and find him, returning back to the pool area and searching around. Everyone else including the coach had already left, so you decided you would take a chance and check the men’s locker room.

When you entered you heard a shower running and walked towards the sound.

You found Jungkook sitting on the grey tile floor with his back against the wall, eyes closed, letting the water fall onto his face.

“J-Jungkook, are you okay…” You said quietly.

He jumped, and snapped his eyes open, wiping the water out of them quickly to see you better.

“Shit y/n you scared me.” he whispered.

“Sorry, I just saw you were still here and wanted to check on you” you explained.

He nodded, bending his head down and letting the water fall on the back of his neck.

“Well, I’m fine” he spoke quietly.

You were still wearing your suit under your clothes, so you decided to take off your sweats and jacket and sit next to him in the shower.

“This is probably not very sanitary” you laughed as you sat down.

“The water washes the germs away” he mumbled, his head still down on his knees.

“I’m not sure I buy that one, but I’ll let you have it” you chuckled, leaning your head towards him and resting it on his shoulder.

“I’m really sorry Jungkook” you got more serious.

He lifted his head a bit, turning to look at you. “I just don’t understand what I did wrong. I treated her like a queen, I gave her everything.” he sighed “I haven’t seen her since the meet, but I have to swim with Jin right next to me every day now. And hes so fucking smug about it, and now on top of everything hes somehow faster than me” Jungkook spoke with his hands emphasizing his anger.

“He’s definitely not faster than you, I think you’re off your game a bit cuz of everything that happened.”

“Still…” Jungkook sighed “That was embarrassing and just the icing on the cake of the worst week of my life”

He leaned his head so it was resting against yours.

“Hmm, I might have an idea on how to cheer you up!” you grinned, lifting your head and meeting his eyes.

He looked confused and then suddenly he seemed to form an idea of what you might have meant.

He brought his face close to yours, and before you could tell him that wasn’t what you meant his lips had landed on your own. He tasted like chlorine, and his lips were so soft. As much as you enjoyed it, you pulled back quickly.

“I-I didn’t mean. I wasn’t trying to say that…” you stuttered out in shock that you let that happen. He was vulnerable right now after having his heart broken, you shouldn’t take advantage of that.

Jungkook looked mortified, “You didn’t want me...fuck. Y/n I’m so sorry. I’m not thinking right” he shook his head embarrassed.

“It’s fine Jungkook” you chuckled “It was...nice actually. I just don’t think we should, we’re friends, and you are going through something.”

He still looked ashamed of acting on what he assumed you had wanted “So...what did you mean?”

“I was thinking a midnight star swim?”

Jungkooks face lit up, “Oh my god I haven’t done that in years”

There was an outdoor pool in your town that most of the swimmers knew how to sneak into at night. There weren’t any cameras or security, and the fence was easy to jump. It was up on a hill and if you went on a clear night, it had the most beautiful view of the stars. So everyone called it a star swim.

“I’m so down for that” Jungkook nodded excitedly. “Oh, and thanks for not being weird about…” he trailed off looking down.

You chuckled, “Weird about what?” you smirked knowingly.

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It was about 11:30 when you pulled up to Jungkook’s house. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss since it happened. At first you really had planned on brushing it off like nothing happened, but the memory of the feeling and taste of him wouldn’t stop pushing itself into the front of your mind. It was so persistent that you almost cancelled your plans with him, faking being sick or something like that. But, he had thanked you for not making it weird, and that’s exactly what you’d be doing if you cancelled plans. Just pretend it never happened. You told yourself. Yet that seemed so impossible.

Jungkook was skipping out to the car not long after you arrived. He seemed to be in better spirits, which is exactly what this was for, you were quite relieved to see a smile on his face as he hopped into the passenger seat.

“Sup Y/n”

“Sup Jungkook” you chuckled

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As was usual for star swims you parked down the road from the pool and not in the parking lot so as not to be suspicious. The two of you walked in the dark towards your destination.

You didn’t want to use your phone’s flashlight as you walked just in case someone saw. As common as it was, it was not in any way legal for the two of you to be going into the pool at this hour, and you were slightly nervous about getting caught.

But, because of the lack of light you happened to trip on a dip in the road you hadn’t noticed. You fell forward and let out a small gasp, but before you got close to hitting the ground, two strong arms wrapped around you and caught you just in time. Jungkook pulled you up and steadied you.

“Woah there” Jungkook whispered.

You awkwardly stood up straight, quite embarrassed of your clumsiness.

“Shit, thanks…”

“Here,” Jungkook grabbed your hand “I have good night vision, I’ll guide you”

For some reason, the small and seemingly platonic gesture of his fingers intertwined with yours made your heart skip a beat. The kiss popped into your mind again.

No, he's just confused because of everything that happened with his ex, you aren’t going to let yourself just be a rebound, he’s just your friend! Your mind tried to reason with your heart. Your heart didn’t seem to want to listen, it continued to flutter as you walked hand in hand with Jungkook the rest of the way.

When you got to the silver chain link fence Jungkook motioned for you to go first, offering to help give you a boost up. You declined and pulled yourself up easily,

“You forget I’m pretty strong too Kook” You winked at him as you landed on the other side.

There was something behind the smile and soft, admiring look he gave you through the holes in the metal fence where he now stood opposite you. Maybe your stupid heart was making something out of nothing, but something flickered over his expression, that seemed like...nah, it couldn’t be.

He hopped over effortlessly and landed next to you. He almost instantly pulled his white t-shirt up and over his head.

You’d seen him shirtless so many times at practice, but being here at night, and alone with him had you feeling slightly shy. Trying not to look his way you decided to get undressed into your suit that was under your clothes as well.

You cursed yourself for deciding it was a good idea to wear a skimpy bright red two piece. You thought it would be more comfortable, but, you should’ve just worn your completely unattractive practice one piece suit. Then you wouldn’t have to notice the way Jungkook’s eyes were bugging out of his skull upon seeing your figure.

You noticed him bite at his lower lip and gulp, not being able to tear his eyes away from you.

“Ready to swim?” You asked, hoping to snap him out of his trance.

He nodded, his eyes still glued to the skin right above the fabric of your bikini top.

You decided to take his view away, jumping into the pool quickly.

Jungkook wasn’t far behind, taking off his shorts so he was wearing only his tight workout speedo, then doing a dive into the pool.

You swam over to the edge of the pool, resting your arms on the side and laying out on your back to stare up at the sky. It was peaceful and calm, the dark black sky was lit up with sparkling lights, and they reflected almost like a mirror in the water of the pool.

It was one of the most beautiful sights in the world to you.

Jungkook slowly swam over to you, not wanting to disturb the stillness of the water and break the calm glass like reflection of the stars. It did slightly, but it almost made it more beautiful, the ripple in reflection now looked like the stars were dancing.

You felt Jungkook’s arm rest against your own.

“I’m not sorry that I kissed you” he whispered, almost like it wasn’t meant for you to hear. Yet when you snapped your gaze over to him, he was looking right at you. Staring at your lips, his eyes full of want.

“Jungkook...You just got out of a super long relationship that ended badly. I don’t think you’re thinking clearly”

Jungkook sighed. “Honestly, she was so controlling and I always just did whatever she said. I never realized how much of my life was just me following her orders until I left her. It’s like I didn’t fully understand everything I was missing out on in life because of her. I’m upset, mostly because I realize how much time I’ve wasted not being with someone good and kind who actually cared about me the way I care about them…”

Your heart was beating wildly and you had to take some deep and quiet breaths, trying to not make it noticeable to Jungkook how much he was affecting you.

“So I think I’m actually thinking more clearly than I have in quite a long time.” He smiled at you.

“I hope you find someone who treats you right Jungkook, you deserve it” you muttered, continuing your efforts to ignore that he was now staring over your whole body hungrily.

“Yeah…” he murmured, “They say sometimes there’s moments in life where you realize everything you’ve been searching for has been right in front of you the whole time. I feel like maybe I…”

You suddenly jumped out of the pool, trying to stop him before he got any further with that thought.

You ran over to the diving board and sat on the very edge, your legs dangling off the edge.

“Um, this way...we don’t mess up the view with our movements.” You explained your awkward and sudden escape.

Jungkook sighed and got out of the water as well.

“Why are you avoiding me y/n. I thought you weren’t going to make things weird after the kiss” he spoke as he started to walk over to the diving board.

“Shit. I-I’m not trying to make things weird, it's just, I don’t want you to think…It just sounds like you think that...”

“That you’d want to kiss me again?” his hands rested on the metal bars on either side of the board. He was now standing right at the opposite end from where you sat. You turned around to face him, your back now to the pool with your legs still dangling off the edge.

“Exactly.”

“And you really don’t want to?” he cocked his head to the side.

You bit your lower lip nervously, of course you wanted to again. Look at this gorgeous man, shirtless, muscular, and he’s almost begging for it. But, this is your friend, you couldn’t just be his rebound. So you regrettably settled on that as your next words.

“I’m not interested in being your rebound Jungkook” you almost snapped, realizing how harsh that came out, you added in a softer, “Sorry”

Jungkook seemed to not have lost his determination though. He slowly walked towards where you sat. He teased for a second like he was going to bounce the board and make you fly off.

“Don’t you dare!” you giggled.

Jungkook smirked, when he reached only a few steps in front of you he sat down facing you and hanging his legs off of either side of the board.

“If we hooked up, I wouldn’t think of you as a rebound…” Jungkook said quietly.

You sighed “Ugh, Jungkook, I still think it’d be a bad idea”

“Is it because you actually like me?” he said raising one eyebrow, “And you’re thinking ‘oh if I give into him now he’ll never be serious with me,’” he said trying to mimic your voice.

You reached out and smacked him on his arm, “My god, you are full of yourself aren’t you”

Jungkook let out a loud laugh and scooted forward on the bench a bit closer to you, your knees were touching now.

“But, what if I told you that I liked you. Like... actually liked you. At first I thought we were just good friends...but I think I’ve felt this way since that first day of practice. So maybe I deserved getting cheated on like that. In a way, I was cheating in my heart by liking you the way I do.”

You really didn’t know what to say.

“I...don’t know if it’s quite the same thing. I’m not really any kind of relationship expert. But, you definitely didn’t deserve what happened to you. That’s all I know” You said then suddenly the entirety of what he said hit you. You wanted to just toss yourself off the edge of this board, he really just said he liked you?

“You like me?” You said with your voice wavering.

“Ah you got that part now huh?” He chuckled.

“Jungkook are you sure…” your eyes widened as you trailed your gaze over his sinful half naked figure sitting in front of you.

“Quit trying to fight it y/n. Let's just live in the moment, huh?”

Fuck. You really were getting mentally exhausted by trying so hard to hold back your feelings. You liked him, a lot, maybe not right away but now? Definitely. You leaned in close to him, hoping you weren’t about to ruin everything by caving in.

Jungkook’s mouth pulled into a smile as you inched closer to him.

“That’s my girl” he whispered, reaching a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in closer. His lips touched yours gentle and smooth, the kisses he pressed into you were so innocent compared to the way his eyes had been roaming you hungrily.

You started to speed the kisses up, running a hand through his soft locks of pitch black hair. He groaned softly into your mouth as you touched him.

You felt an ache in your core just from these small kisses and touches, you couldn’t tell if you were wet from swimming or from your own arousal, you were deeper into your feelings for him than you’d even realized.

Jungkook’s hands gracefully trailed down from your head to your sides, the feeling of his fingers tracing your bare skin sent a shiver throughout your body. You whimpered slightly when his hands reached the fabric of your bikini bottoms, he reached under your ass and pulled you up from where you sat and onto his lap.

The board bounced up and down at the movement, causing you to bounce on Jungkook’s lap. He grunted softly at the feeling.

You could feel the hardness of his erection through his swim shorts, and you started to roll your hips against him, enjoying the friction and pressure that you could feel on your clit through the fabric of your suit.

If you had any doubts about whether or not you should be doing this, the feeling of his hands starting to untie the string of your suit that was resting on your neck, had washed them all away.

Your top fell down, exposing you to him. He inhaled sharply and shook his head.

“I imagined this so many times. And you just had to go and be better than any fantasy I could’ve come up with” He said breathily.

“You’re being cheesy” you giggled.

“I mean it though” he smiled, giving your breasts a small squeeze. Then taking each of your nipples between the tip of his thumb and index finger, pinching them lightly.

You moaned out lewdly and tossed your head back at the pleasurable feeling.

“Fuck” you hissed.

“You like that baby?” Jungkook smirked, already knowing the answer to that question but wanting to hear you say it. Needing to know how it would sound to hear unending praises fall from your lips.

“I love it Jungkook” you gasp as he pinches you again, then brought his lips to one of your breasts, trading places with his fingers and nipping at you lightly.

“How much?” he asked, his breath warm against your tits as he spoke.

“So much, I love it so much Jungkook, you’re amazing. I want you so badly” you admitted.

Jungkook moaned against your skin at your words.

“Don’t feel shy to let me know you’re enjoying yourself babe. I wanna know how good I make you feel” he whispered, pulling himself from your chest and planting sloppy kisses on your neck.

Jungkook started to move you off of his chest and lay you back on the diving board. It shook up and down at the two of you moving around. You laughed as you almost fell off at one point, Jungkook having to steady you with his hands on your hips.

He hovered over where you laid, his hands gripping the edge of the board in a plank position, and gave you a quick peck on your lips. He then pushed himself up, standing between your legs that hung off the side of the board. He pulled his swim shorts down quickly and stood confidently with his hands on his hips showing himself off to you with a smirk.

You giggled wildly at his cockiness, which he mistook for you giggling at his...cock.

“Hey now.” He growled crossing his arms against his toned bare chest. “Don’t make me bounce you off this thing”

“Oh my god, no It’s just that you’re so cute. Displaying yourself with that confidence” You assured him.

“Well, I have reason to be confident no?” he moved his eyebrows up and down, and motioning his hands down around his hips, gesturing to his erection. He wasn’t wrong...He had plenty of reason to feel proud of the cock that was hanging between his legs, long and large. You’d never been with someone as big as him and you started to feel slight nervousness as you anticipated and hoped for the feeling of the stretch.

Jungkook got down and balanced himself on his knees between your legs, pulling the string on one of the sides of your bikini bottoms.

You felt the fabric being lifted away after he’d untied it, and you were completely bare and exposed to him now.

He growled lowly.

“Fuck you have a perfect pussy”

“And you have a perfect cock” you returned.

He smiled widely, you had a feeling that a strong feeling of pride grew in him at your words. And you were right, any bit of praise that you gave him made him even more excited to dive into your pussy and feel you around him, he wanted to hear how good he made you feel.

He gripped himself in one hand, trying his best to stay balanced as his other hand started to lightly touch your entrance.

You gasped at his touch, and tossed your head back, you were right on the edge of the board and the feeling that one wrong move could throw both of you off into the water was scary and exciting.

You were seeing stars, literally as you stared up into the sky while two Jungkook’s fingers entered you, moving around and stretching you out, preparing you to take him.

“That feels so good Jungkook” you moaned. His ego swelled at that and it only made him want to work harder to please you, increasing the speed of his fingers.

“Fuck” you whimpered out, gripping the sides of the board and trying not to squirm too much.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out, you pouted at the feeling of emptiness and loss of his touch.

But he was now pulling you on top of him and flipping the two of you around so he was laying in the spot where you were just seconds ago.

The sight was nothing less than magical.

You were sitting on top of him with your hands on his chest, the moonlight shining on his skin making him almost glow. And framing his perfect face on every side from below was the dark water reflecting the stars from above, it looked like something straight out of an artsy indie movie.

You lifted your hips slightly and he brought a hand to position his cock at your entrance.

You lowered yourself down onto him excruciatingly slow, but you wanted to give yourself the chance to adjust to his thickness.

His hands squeezed your ass tightly as you sank down onto him, and he threw his head back in pleasure, biting down hard on his lower lip.

“Fuckkkk” he hissed once you had him completely sheathed inside your pussy.

You started to rock your hips slowly, not wanting to move too much and bounce the two of you off and down into the water.

But Jungkook seemed to be a bit overtaken by the feeling and started to grab your hips and lift you up, slamming you down onto him. He set a steady pace of bringing your hips up and down onto him, and it was the most incredible feeling ever. Every time you took him fully at that speed, the board would bounce and cause a second in and out, causing him to thrust up into you effortlessly.

“Jungkook, oh my god” you screamed out. Jungkook grinned widely, loving how good he was making you feel. It felt like a dream having you here riding him.

His hands continued to guide you up and down on his cock, the board bouncing made it hard to keep a steady pace now.

“You gonna cum for me baby? Use my cock however you need y/n” Jungkook moaned, releasing his grip on you and putting his hands behind his head. You swore he was flexing his biceps right now. So cocky, you thought. Though, you couldn’t deny, he was so fucking hot like his. He always seemed to have the goods to back up that cocky attitude of his.

You started to bounce and roll your hips around in small circles, it took a lot of effort to continue without having any support for your knees, you really had to thank yourself for all those ab exercises you’d been working on.

His cock was hitting you in all the right places now and you felt yourself approaching your high.

“J-Jungkook, I’m gonna cum” you whimpered.

“Yeah baby? My cock is gonna make you cum?” he smirked.

You nodded biting your lip while you stared down at the god like man below you.

“Say it.” he growled.

You figured it didn’t hurt to indulge him, he really was rocking your world right now.

“Jungkook, your fucking amazing, giant, sexy, cock is gonna make my pussy cum” you moaned.

“Fuck, hurry up if you’re gonna keep talking like that” he chuckled. “I’m so fucking close too y/n”

After a few more bounces your orgasm was on you, it ran like a tidal wave over your whole body, nothing you’d ever felt before could compare to the incredible feeling rushing over you.

Your walls tightened and spasmed around Jungkook’s cock, you had stilled your movements and fell down onto his chest, but he kept moving himself into you quickly, approaching his own orgasm. His hips rolling up into you were greatly assisted by the bouncing of the board.

He gripped your ass hard and sped up even faster, his face contorting into an expression of intense pleasure.

“F-Fuck, Y/n baby” he groaned loudly, his nails biting into your ass cheeks and his head burried into to crook of your neck as he came.

At that moment he completely lost control of his balance, and you, who were also overcome with post orgasm bliss were in no place to steady the two of you.

And before you knew it both of you, clutched tightly onto one another, and him still twitching and emptying hot cum inside of you, were rolling off the board and crashing into the water.

The two of you were now completely submerged, bodies still intertwined and holding each other tightly, Jungkook brought you into a passionate kiss as you rose back up to the surface.

Once you reached air again he slowly pulled out of you and you both laughed wildly.

“Holy shit” you threw your head back and floated on your back savoring this blissful moment.

You turned to Jungkook who did an excited forward somersault in the water, which caused you to laugh even more.

“Well that's how fun that was for me” he chuckled as he paddled over to where you floated and kissed you on the cheek.

“You’re a dork” you shook your head.

“And amazing...giant...and sexy” he listed your previous words while he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Yes that too”

“And completely falling for you…” he whispered.

You stared up to the stars, you swore you saw a shooting star right then.

You don’t know what you could possibly wish for in this moment. Everything already felt so perfect.

You were completely falling for him too.

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