#yeah bitch and my definition of fun is hanging out with my friends watching a movie or something and being able to talk to each other

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the pogues and the princess

words: 1.8k

warnings: drinking, partying, throwing up, protective!rafe, threats of violence, established relationship

“oh come on, don’t be so grumpy.” you poke at rafes cheek, his face downturned in a scowl.

“you know i don’t like you at these type of parties.” rafe sighs, slapping your hand away from his face as he concentrates on the road in front of him, wishing for once that he doesn’t get to his destination faster, wanting to keep you there with him.

“babe, i’d hardly call it a party. its just gonna be me, sarah and kiara… and a couple other people.” “yeah, the fucking pogues.” rafe grunts. “you know how i feel about you hanging out with them.” “oh please, i don’t even talk to jj or john b. i just miss my girls.” you pout. you got super close with sarah when you started dating rafe, which naturally led you to get close to kiara as well as sarahs other new friends.

“yeah, alright.” rafe grunts. you may not talk to the boys, but that doesn’t stop them from trying to talk to you.

“i’ll call you when i need you to pick me up.” you unbuckle as rafe turns down the driveway, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “i love you.”

“i know.” rafe sighs dramatically, hating that you’re leaving him, but not wanting to hold you back from seeing your friends, especially when you so rarely ask him. “i love you too.”

you wait as rafe gets out, opening your door and helping you down from his truck. he looks over your outfit again, glad that you’re very covered as he walks you towards the house, music already able to be heard pumping out of speakers.

“baby, this is not a little party.” rafe looks around, realizing theres a good amount of people crowded around the various seating areas.

“do you wanna stay?” you ask. rafe struggles, but ultimately shakes his head no. he knows if he stays that he would just end up getting pissed off at one of the pogues, and he values you too much to beat one of them up in front of you.

“mmkay, well i see kie.” you turn towards rafe. “i’ll call you in a bit. probably around 1 am if thats alright.” “yeah, i’m definitely not gonna be able to sleep until i get you back home.” rafe grunts. he’s in no danger of missing your call, there’s no way he will be able to relax until you’re back safe in his arms.

“bye baby.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes lips. “love you.”

“love you more.” rafe watches you walk away, literally skipping as you reach kiara, throwing your arms around her in a hug. rafe doesn’t see his sister, but he knows she can’t be far away.

“hey, pogues.” rafe walks up to a picnic table, jj smoking a blunt while pope and john b both hold a bottle of beer. 

“rafe, don’t start shit-” jj begins, but he’s quickly cut off by rafe. 

“shut the fuck up. i need you to watch y/n. if she gets hurt, i will fucking end all of you, understood?” rafe waits for all three of the boys to nod.

“im serious. i will fucking kill you. let her have fun with sarah and kiara, but don’t let her drink too much, and if any guy tries to talk to her or dance with her…” rafe trails off, but they get the point.

“she’s our friend too.” pope finally pipes up. “of course we will keep an eye on her.” “good.” rafe grunts, not saying another word before stomping away, back towards his truck.

--

“where is my kie kie?” your words slur as you stumble into the house, looking for your friend. “kiara!” you shout. “you never brought me back another drink you bitch!”

“hey, hey there.” jj suddenly grabs your shoulders, making you blink rapidly to get his face into focus. “maybe you don’t need another drink.”

“maybe you don’t need another drink.” you argue back, trying to wiggle out of jjs grasp. “i want a uh…” you look at the selection of bottles on the table. “shot of vodka!” jj knows you must be really drunk if you’re willing to take the shot, knowing how much you don’t like the taste of alcohol until you’re really far gone, always having to mix it with something fruity to get it down.

“okay, let me get it for you.” jj grabs a shot glass, keeping one eye on you as he shields what hes doing with his body, grabbing the vodka like hes going to pour it, but actually filling the cup with water instead.

“here you go.” he turns around with a smile.

“thanks!” you take the glass, knocking it back. “you know, rafe would not like you getting drinks for me.”

“hey, its all friendly.” jj smiles, patting your shoulder as you walk away to find kiara, yelling out again. he doesn’t see that you swipe a bottle from the table.

--

“i feel sick.” you shout at sarah, hands linked together. despite your words, you continue to dance, your stomach churning but there’s too much alcohol in you to care.

“i think if we drink more itll help!” sarah says, meaning to pull you towards the house, but you both stumble on the grass and end up falling on the ground, not feeling any pain as you burst out laughing.

“oh my god, we are sooo drunk.” you giggle, feeling a lot better now that you’re laying down, so you don’t make any effort to move, despite the stick poking your back.

“i know.” sarah pouts, before suddenly yelling. “john b!” it takes a minute for john b to make his way over, and when he finally does, he stands looking down at the two of you, hands on his hips.

“i think you girls may have had enough.” “sarah.” you turn to her. “i hate your boyfriend.” “me too, he’s trying to cut us off.” sarah rolls his eyes before reaching up, making grabby hands at john b, who sighs and helps bring her to her feet.

“come on.” john b tries to help you up next, but you frown, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by emotions.

“i don’t want you, i want my boyfriend!” you cry out, tears suddenly streaming down your face, leaving marks in your makeup.

“oh shit!” john b groans. “don’t cry! come on! lets call rafe.”

you finally accept john bs help up, tears drying up quickly when you see kiara, squealing as you rush away from the couple to link arms with her.

--

“shit, we gotta call rafe.” pope says, looking at you with concern on his face before glancing at his phone, the time ticking past 2 am. 

“we should just take her home.” jj says. “i don’t have his number.”

“we can ask sarah…” pope looks around, before quickly realizing that sarah and john b disappeared together a while ago, and he’s not wanting to find them and break up whatever they’re doing for the sake of his innocent eyes.

“ill just ask y/n.” jj sighs, pope tagging along as he makes his way over to you, the last one dancing to the music, from the only speaker still playing.

“hey, y/n.” pope says softly, but you don’t seem to hear him as you continue to bounce around, hair long pulled out of the ponytail you arrived in, dress swishing as you move.

“y/n!” jj shouts louder, making you suddenly stop.

“what is it?” you blink rapidly, tears forming in your eyes from jjs shouting. “are you mad at me? is rafe mad at me?” “no, we just wanna take you home. its really late.” jj places a cautious hand on your back, guiding you away from the speaker.

“‘m not tired though.” you look to pope, hoping he would agree with you, but he shakes his head. no help there.

“how about we call rafe then, yeah? i think he’d beat our ass if either of us took you home.” “no he wouldn’t.” you shake your head. “my boyfriend is cute and perfect and nice and he wouldn’t do that.” 

“alright, whatever you say.” pope rolls his eyes. he’s not willing to argue about the past, especially when he knows you’re way too drunk to even realize what you’re saying.

“ill call him.” you pull your phone out, frowning at the screen before your passcode suddenly comes back to you. rafes birthday.

you manage to navigate to his contact before the phone suddenly falls from your hands, thankfully landing on the soft grass. you barely turn away from pope and jj before you throw up, bending over as you spew. 

pope moves quickly to hold up your hair, while jj picks up the phone, thankfully still open.

he presses the call button while watching pope comfort you as you begin to cry, sniffling out a mixture of words about how you hate throwing up and want your boyfriend.

“baby?” rafe answers, his voice soft but clearly tired and slightly on edge.

“uh… no.” jj answers awkwardly. “she’s ready to be picked up though she’s uhh… pretty drunk.”

“i’ll be there in five minutes.” rafe puts the truck into drive. he would never admit it, but he’s been just down the block the entire time, not wanting to go too far in case he needed to quickly get to you. “give her the phone.”

“yeah, alright.” jj hands it over to you. “its your boyfriend.”

“oh my god, rafe!” you shout into the phone, making him pull it away from his ear at your loud volume. 

“hi baby, i’m coming right now to pick you up, okay?” “i love you so much.” you sob out. “i miss you, i miss you. i hate partying without you.”

“how much did you have to drink?” rafe asks.

“she snuck a bit more when i turned my back for one second rafe.” jj adds in, leaning closer to the phone to speak. “we really did keep an eye on her.”

“yeah.” pope chimes in. “one guy tried to dance with her but i stopped him.”

“wait, really?” you question. you hadn’t even noticed, or maybe just didn’t remember.

rafe doesn’t know what to say. he’s certainly not going to thank the pogues, but he’s grateful you’re safe as he turns down the driveway, headlights illuminating the three of you standing in the yard, the only ones still around as he throws his truck into park.

“yay!” you squeal, running over to rafe and literally jumping into his arms, making him stumble back as he holds you against him.

“hi baby, did you have fun?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over your back as the other keeps you from falling. “i did but i drank too much and got sick and then starting crying because i missed you.” you explain quickly, all negative emotions gone now that you’ve got him back.

“should i get you home then?” rafe asks, glad when you nod enthusiastically, tucking your face into his neck.

rafe looks to pope and jj, nodding awkwardly at them. its the best thank you they’re going to get as he loads you into the passenger side of his truck.

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[megamindsecretlair]

Thinkin' 'Bout You, Part 1

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Infidelity. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), teasing, cum play, dirty talk, degradation kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Use of n-word. Referring to female anatomy as "she".

Summary: As a sneaky link, Stunna is highly demanding of your time. He doesn't care if you get caught; when he wants you, he wants you. He texts you when you're hanging with your girlfriends for some late night fun.

Word Count: 3,637k

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: As with everything else, you can blame @planetblaque for my depraved brain! She encouraged me to watch All Day and a Night since @blackerthings pointed out that Yahya needs more love. He was definitely the best thing in the movie. Grills flashing, hood shit. Yeah, just yeah. I'm also feral and avoiding going to sleep for work so enjoy! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Taglist: (let me know if you don't want to be tagged, tagging some usual suspects) @browngirldominion @we-outsiiiide @thecookiebratz @iv0rysoap @notapradagurl7 @sevikasblackgf @miyuhpapayuh

Satan: Come outside 😛🤤

You: Boy nooo 🙄

You rolled your eyes at your phone, not believing the audacity of this nigga. Your girls are laughing at the TV but when they see you on your phone, your girl Brooke smacked her teeth.

“Yo ass always on that damn phone!” She said. She leaned over as if she meant to take it from you but you held on to it for dear life. She gave up and looked towards your other friend, Nandi. 

“Girl, you know that man got her on a short leash. Stay checking up on her,” she said. 

Satan: come on girl, damn 

You: I’m with my gfs!!! 

Satan: Satan sent a photo

You had to sit there with a straight face while you stared at a picture of Stunna’s dick. He was so long and thick and veiny. You could picture him sitting in his car, licking his grills while he pulled this out just to take a picture for you. And damn him, you couldn’t resist. 

Your thighs were tingling already. Brooke and Nandi were still going off at your expense, poking fun at the idea that your man was constantly on you.

“Like a pimple!” 

“Naw, like white on rice!” Brooke said and they howled with laughter.

“Whatever! Ya’ll bitches just mad ‘cause my nigga want it,” you said. You threw a throw pillow at Nandi. She barely dodged it, her large blue bonnet swinging with the movement. 

“Look, let me deal with this nigga outside. This conversation too grown for ya’ll childish mu’fuckas,” you said. You tapped on the phone as if you were truly going to call your man. He was out running the streets per usual instead of kickin’ it at home with you.

“Mhm, that dick must got gold on the tip or somethin’,” Nandi said. She continued to howl with laughter, slapping Brooke’s hand in agreement.

Little did they fucking know. You practically skipped your ass outside, the cold chill of the night hitting your bare legs in your booty shorts. The slap of your slides seemed too loud in the quiet neighborhood. 

Brooke stayed in the section of the hood where the old folks’ held onto their homes. Sure, hood shit happened around them but rarely on this particular block. Up the street, Stunna’s car was still running with the lights on stark against the night.

He parked away from the street lamps but still you scurried to his car and got in. You were out of breath with worry and adrenaline coursing through you. You hoped and prayed that your girls wouldn’t come looking for you because you had no valid excuse for why you were down the street.

Stunna smiled at you when you got in the car, smelling damn good. Like soap and spice and everything nice. His grills flashed in the low light from the car console and you turned towards him, rubbing your hand on his thigh.

“You are so crazy,” you said.

He pulled away from the curb. You weren’t going far. Just around the corner and down the side alley where the streetlamps didn’t work and the City was too busy to come fix it. Who cared if the hood needed street light? 

“Crazy for you, baby,” he said. He pulled over and turned off the car and headlights, already reaching for you across the seat. His hand was hot as he laid it across your thigh, squeezing it. 

You were already leaning up, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer. Sucking on his sweet ass lips as your body tingled all over. Hurt all over. You shouldn’t want this man this much. Not when you were willing to risk discovery like this. 

You don’t even know how you got here, kissing on Stunna. One day your man had just made you so fuckin’ angry you could spit. You were out one night with your girls at a takeover, enjoying the music and drink as you passed by a fine, tall man with a wide smile and gold in his mouth. 

You fought hard not to do a double take. Because how was this man out here walking freely? He needed to be locked the hell up looking like that. He had asked if you had a man. You told him yes, reluctantly. He had licked his lips and looked at you sideways, “Bet I can do better than that nigga.” 

And here you were, months later, still risking it all for the motherfucker. Stunna didn’t care where you were or what you were doing. He sent dick pics at all hours of the day and night. Sometimes he sent videos with him cumming and moaning your name. 

Those you kept to get yourself off to. There was something about that needy voice drawing your name out that got you so hot and bothered you couldn’t stand it. You knew it was wrong. You knew he was whole ass married and you were whole ass taken. But you were weak where Stunna was concerned. 

Stunna stopped kissing you and moved on to your neck. You moaned but pulled at his dark jacket. “C’mon Stunna, I can’t be gone long. My girls gon’ wonder where I’m at,” you said. 

“Let them wonder. You know how long I been cravin’ this pussy?” He asked. 

“How long you been cravin’ this pussy?” You asked. 

He licked your collarbone, eliciting a ragged moan from your lips. “All fuckin’ day, beautiful,” he said. 

He got out of the car and came around to the passenger side. You were kicking off your slides when he pulled your door open. You only had eyes for him as you were unbuttoning your shorts and yanking down the zipper. He licked his lips as you began to shimmy out of them.

He was usually impatient, not waiting until they were at your ankles before he was already pulling you down on his dick. Tonight, he was content to watch you pull them down for him, inch by slow inch over your thighs and down to your feet. 

His golds flashed in the low moonlight. He was haloed by the thick foliage behind him. Gravel crunched beneath his boots as you finally got out of your shorts. “Turn around how I like,” he said.

You got to your knees in the seat, struggling a bit to make sure you didn’t fall and bust your ass. He steadied you with strong hands on your hips. He lined you up how he liked and then slapped your ass.

“Fuck, that recoil. Look at that shit,” he said. 

“Stunna, come on,” you said. You hated when he got like this. It always felt like all his delaying and talking would certainly mean that you would get caught. 

He slapped your ass, hard. You gasped as the sting blossomed into wet hot pain. Your pussy throbbed as you caught your breath. 

“Fuuuuuu-” 

“Don’t rush me,” he said. You heard his zipper get pulled down and his pants shoved down. You were clenching and unclenching around nothing. You were moving back and forth, ready for whatever he was going to do to you. 

One of his hands pressed down on your back until you were leaning forward on the arm rest. Your ass went higher in the air and he groaned as you exposed yourself to him. He groaned and smacked your ass again. Between the sound and the pain, you were going to combust and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“What I say about that attitude?” He asked. His other hand went underneath, trailing a finger through your wet folds until he found your clit. He dragged his finger around lazily, never actually touching the damn thing. 

You whined, unashamed as he teased you. “Please, please, Stunna,” you begged. 

How the nigga gon’ get you horny and then tease you? You didn’t have all night. There was the distant sound of cars driving and dogs barking. That cold chill was hitting your back and damp pussy and you shivered with anticipation. 

Somehow, Stunna was able to get under your skin. It was like he wormed his way into your nerve endings. Everything he did turned you on. Somehow, all it took was a smile from him and you were a dripping mess. 

“Please what? I’m over here tellin’ you I missed you and you got a mu’fuckin’ attitude,” he said. 

He moved his fingers faster, circling and circling until you were shaking and trembling. You were so close but it was just out of reach because he wasn’t touching you where you needed him.

“Please, Stunna. You gon’ get me caught up,” you whined.

“Good. I should send yo ass back in there full of me. Ruin these mu’fuckin panties with my cum dripping out of you,” he said. He ran his hands along your sides, his long fingers trailing against your rib cage. He moved them higher, gripping and pulling on your titties until you were crying out from the pain. 

Your pussy throbbed thinking of going back into Brooke’s house full of his cum and trying to act normal. Sitting there laughing at trashy reality TV, drinking wine and pretending like you didn’t feel every single ounce of his cum slipping out. That you would have to go home like a nasty little slut and clean it all up before your man found out.

You moaned at the visual. Of being so thoroughly claimed by him that you’d feel him all night long. “Shit,” you said.

“Oh, my little nasty bitch like that shit huh?” Stunna asked as he lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly dipped in and you reared up, your hand flying behind you to land against his solid chest.

He was on the thin side, with a basketball build, but hella muscles. His abs flexed as you grabbed him. “Oh, too much!” You shrieked.

He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed your hand and moved it as he continued to push into you, getting himself wetter with your juices on every slide in. You shrieked again, whining that it was too much. He was too big and he needed to go slower. 

He pulled you up until your back was flush against his chest. He felt even tighter going in this way and you moaned, trying to push away from him. He slid one hand under your shirt to grip your titty, squeezing the nipple hard.

You moaned, the shoot of pain going straight to your swollen clit. His other hand went over your shoulder, grabbing your throat and pulling you even more flush against him.

He hissed in your ear as he started to move more. From this position, wrapped up in his arms, you had no wiggle room to push him off of you. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, it just felt too damn good. Too good. 

“Stunna!” You begged but he refused to listen. He started stroking deep within you. His strokes increased in pressure. His thighs were slapping against your ass. Clapping like a crack of thunder on the horizon. 

“Oue, look how well she take that dick,” he moaned in your ear. He kept up his painful assault on your nipples. 

You were beyond speech as he kept stroking, his dick stretching you out deliciously. It was like he was made for your pussy the way he fit so perfectly. 

“Oue, baby, you feed me so well,” you moaned. One arm was trapped by his, but your other floundered until you rested it against the top of the car. Your fingers desperately scratched against the fluffy interior as he pounded into you.

The wet smack of your pussy made you moan louder, higher, and you were cumming before long. You shook and moaned on his dick while he continued to pound into you.

“Flood that fuckin’ dick, babygirl,” he groaned. 

It was like you were just a vessel for him to fuck. A fleshlight. He kept up that brutal, near punishing pace. “Filthy fuckin’ bitch, ain’t you?” 

“Mhm,” you moaned. 

“Next time I say come outside, I mean that shit. I don’t care what you doin’,” he said. He groaned and shook his hips, finally releasing his fat, hot load into you. 

“You gon’ get us fuckin’ caught!” You moaned as you felt him pulsing inside of you. Your body bowed and trembled, feeling so fucking complete you had no thought to how to describe it. 

Your mind was always racing, burdened with this terrible secret. You couldn’t stay away from Stunna and hell, he wouldn’t let you. But you lost all rational thought when it came to him. Here you were, having dirty car sex while he calls you dirty names.

His hands had you enveloped in his arms, hand across your titties and the other around your throat. You were able to breathe because he allowed you so. You were able to cum because he was in charge of them. 

“Let us get caught then. What yo bitch ass nigga gon’ do?” He asked. He licked the shell of your ear and your eyes rolled back. He was still pounding into you. Still groaning. He rested his forehead against the back of your neck and you felt a drop of his sweat hit your back. 

“Huh? What he gon’ do?” He seemed to pound into you harder as if he had something to prove. As if with the force of his hips, he could fuck all the memories of your man out of your mind. That you never forgot who it was that had you crying, begging, and screaming on his dick in an alley behind your girls’ house. 

“‘Cause the way this pussy talkin’, she know who the fuck got her actin’ up,” he moaned in your ear. 

“Fuck you, nigga,” you groaned. 

Your knees were quivering as you threw it back on him. His dick was so long and thick, you were pretty sure he was kissing your cervix. He moved both hands to your nipples and pinched them. He rolled them between your fingers.

Your hands pushed against his chest. “Stunna, shit!” You cried out. 

“Gimme another one,” he said. 

“I can’t, baby,” you said. 

He slammed you back on his dick anyway, the fat tip of his dick sliding against your walls. “Sure you can, babygirl. ‘Cause you my nasty bitch. You always cum when Daddy come around,” he said. 

Fuck him, he was right. It was why you were still here, still answering whenever he hit you with that text message. He knew what the fuck he was doing when he sent you that dick pic. You had to quit this man somehow. Block his number or tell him that he couldn’t come around anymore. 

You were risking exposure every time you let him take you like this. In his car, in the park. At his place when LaTrice was gone. At your place when your man was out in the streets. In the back of your job when he’d eat you out and send you back inside proper. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. 

Knowing Stunna, he’d just track your ass down. Man or not, he wasn’t going to be deterred. If he needed to be sheathed inside you, feeling you clenching around his dick, then he would slip a damn nugget. He would get bolder, driving past your house and job. Bangin’ on your friends’ door until he could track you down and fuck some sense into you.

That type of behavior was not sexy. Yet knowing that Stunna couldn’t quit you was intoxicating. Knowing that you made him so horny, he was tugging his meat to thoughts of you, filming himself in the bathroom while his girl took a nap in the other room, was an aphrodisiac all its own. You were drunk over this type of power over him but you didn’t need this getting in the way of your life.

You were weak. You did not need your peoples knowing how weak you were. 

“Stunna, goddamn. Oue, shit, ouueee shit, ouueesshiit,” you moaned as you came on his dick again, shaking and twerking uncontrollably. Your choppy moans made him groan.

“You gon’ make me fuckin’ nut,” he groaned. Right after, he moaned in your ear, tugging your ear between his teeth. The bite of pain did nothing to stop your orgasm from flooding your system like the sweetest drug. 

His cum painted your insides as he slammed his hips one last time, shoving his cum deep within you. You both huffed and panted as you came down. Your legs were veritable noodles, wobbly beneath you. You couldn’t hold your weight up anymore. 

Stunna kissed along your neck and ear as he shook himself inside of you to make sure you got every single drop. He pulled out with a strangled groan that made your pussy clench. 

He helped you step back into your panties and shorts, making good on his threat to send you back to Brooke’s house full of his cum. You rubbed your sweaty hands on your thighs as he leaned against the car and helped you twist around to face him.

His tongue was long as he dived in to kiss you stupid. He licked your bottom lip and tugged it into his mouth with a hiss. “Fuck, babygirl. You don’t know how long I been needin’ that,” he said. 

“Gon’ get me in fuckin’ trouble,” you said. But you couldn’t resist kissing him back. You cupped his face and brought him closer. You remembered once when he told you that he liked when you did shit like that. When you kissed him so sweetly and clung to him like he was the most precious man on the planet.

You didn’t know if this worked because this was so damn toxic or if you two were really that in sync. Should’ve stayed your Black ass at home. Neither one of you could quit each other. 

“Thank you, baby,” you said. He kissed your lips slowly. Your phone rang and you groaned, fishing it out of your pocket.

Nandi’s name flashed and you rolled your eyes, answering it.

“Girl, where’d you fuckin’ go? To the moon? Tell that nigga to ease up off your titty and come back inside. This is girls’ night!” 

“Yes, momma,” you said and giggled. 

“Shit up, bitch, come on,” she said. 

You hung up with her and stared up at Stunna. The moon light made his mini afro shine. His wide smile made your heart melt. A bit of his cum leaked out of you and you moaned in the back of your throat. 

“There’s no way I can go back in like this,” you said. 

You were worried that your girls would smell him on you. That somehow they could smell that you had been out like a little hussy. A giant red A would be painted on your forehead and they would see it on you. Judge you. 

You couldn’t tell anyone about this and it was killing you. You wanted to talk to someone about it. Ease this burden you set up for yourself. It was also hot as hell that you had such a naughty secret. That you were regularly getting your back blown out and it wasn’t by your man. 

“Yes you can. When you get home and that nigga sleepin’ in yo bed, I want you to take a picture of them panties for me. I wanna see how badly I bullied that pussy,” he said. 

You slapped at his chest. “You so bad! Let me get back before they start looking for me.” 

He dived down for another kiss, slowly pulling at your bottom lip. “Till next time, babygirl,” he said.

He got back in his car and pulled out of the alleyway. He pulled up back on Brooke’s street, across the way and down from her house. You didn’t see your girls and you hoped that they didn’t look outside for you. You had been gone for quite a while but you also told your friends how your man needed constant reassurance. You could be on with him for five minutes or fifty. So far, they hadn’t called bullshit but it was only a matter of time. You gave him one final lingering kiss before hopping out of his car and scurrying across the street.

Your slides slapped against the ground and then the tile of Brooke’s house as you ascended the stairs. You went back inside, feeling weirdly full and uncomfortable as you went back into the living room.

Nandi and Brooke made no comment about not seeing you outside. Instead, they continued with their jokes about your man. You felt like you were soaking right through your panties and shorts and onto Brooke’s couch. 

You spent the rest of the night reliving the backshots you got from Stunna. Nasty nigga. He couldn’t keep popping up like this. There had to be some kind of code or boundary for this shit. He couldn’t keep showing up unannounced. 

Satan: Miss that 😹 already 

You: Bye nigga 😤

When you went home that night, however, your man was snoring in bed. You immediately went to the bathroom to freshen up. You felt dirty as you snapped a picture of your ruined underwear. You sent it to Stunna. It was late, you weren’t expecting him to answer. 

But your phone buzzed with a series of emojis that made you giggle. 

You: Nasty ass

Stunna: Should’ve bullied that throat. You got a potty mouth. 

Your thighs clenched together as you finished getting ready. You fell asleep against your man with thoughts of Stunna ruining you in dreamland.

The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 2 | Part 3

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[dizzyjelly]

Better Than Him(18+)

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Your boyfriend Derek says something offensive about your bsf Abby, you get into a fight with him then Abby comforts you. Then she spends the night and you wake up after a spicy dream and you two get up to some fun.

Cw: rude bf, fighting, cheating, smut, thigh riding, pussy eating, slight overstimulation

It was a relaxing afternoon in your dorm as usual. You'd just been sat on your loveseat, your bestfriend Abby next to you. The both of you had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a while, when your phone buzzed. Abby glanced over for a second, trying to see who it'd been. But it wad out of her view. She wasn't too worried though. You rolled your eyes with a light scoff.

"It's Derek, asking me to come over." You told her.

"Just tell him you're busy." She shrugged, continuing to scroll through tiktok on her phone.

"Yeah, yeah, already on it." You responded.

Derek: Come over? I'm bored lol

You: Sorry, can't! Abbys hanging at my place rn

Derek: fr? Wtf

You: Wdym?

Derek: nothing. I just don't like her is all.

You: wth. Why.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your brows furrowing mostly with confusion and a bit of frustration. Sure, Derek never loved Abby, but he hadn't ever expressed negative feelings towards her before. Abby took notice to your change in demeanor, but decided not to say anything. Not yet at least.

It bothered you, what he'd said. Because she was your best friend after all. You guys had known each other since middle school, and he know how inexplicably close you were.

"Derek's being weird." You announced with a sigh as he typed.

"How?" Abby asked, setting her phone down as she leaned against the back of the couch and looked over at you.

"He said he didn't like you." You explained and looked back at her.

Immediately Abby felt confused, and a little annoyed. Because what the hell? She wasn't worried you'd choose him over her one bit, but it definitely bothered her hearing this. She tried to conceal the evident change in her mood, but you noticed anyways.

"Oh." Was all she said.

"I don't know what his fucking problem is." You responded, the frustration very evident in your voice.

Abby chewed at her thumbnail quietly as you were busy reading his response.

Derek: I mean she's honestly kind of a bitch and she's clearly obsessed with u lol. Idek why you're friends with her tbh.

You: you're kidding right? That is so fucking rude she's literally been my best friend for years how could u even say that?

You: I don't even wanna talk to you. Don't text me for a while.

Derek: what? Babe ur being dramatic, I'm just telling the truth.

And with that you silenced notifications from him and closed your messaging app. A bitter scoff fell from your lips as you shut your phone off and practically threw it into your lap. Abbys brows raised at this, intrigued at what he said to get you so upset.

"What? What did he say?" She asked, leaning closer to you.

"Nothing, don't worry about it. He's being an idiot. Let's just talk about anything else, please." You rolled your eyes, not even wanting to think about him.

Abby respected your wishes of course, instead talking about one of her class assignments. She ranted about how difficult it would be, and asked if you'd help her with it. You said yes of course. Then once she was bored of that she suggested watching a movie. You agreed and soon the two of you were under the covers in your bed, backs against the headboard.

You set your laptop up on your legs, giving each of you a nice and comfortable view. Abby would only ever suggest horror so you just let her pick the movie without sny protest. She settled on a movie called Lights Out. As per usual, you found yourself resting you head on her shoulder as you wrapped your hands around her forearm.

You always seeked comfort during scary movies, and she had no problem providing you with that. With every jumpscare you'd yelp and turn so your face was pressed against Abbys shoulder. She'd chuckled lightly at your scaredy-cat demeanor, which she'd tease you relentlessly for later. The movie was nearly over when somebody knocked at your door, you thought maybe it was your floor supervisor doing a check-in.

"Babe? Come on, please let me in." Then you heard his voice.

You let out an angry huff, pausing the movie and looking over at Abby. She crossed her arms as she sat uncomfortably, watching as you got uo reluctantly to answer the door.

"What? I said I didn't wanna talk to you." Your tone was harsh as you answered the door.

"I know I just-" he stopped when he caught a glimpse of Abby, in your bed, "she's still here? And why is she in your bed? What the fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Oh my God. We were watching a movie! Now what do you even want?" You asked, already beyond annoyed.

"Well, I just came to try and reason with you." He answered.

"Ok and how are you gonna do that? What you said way completely insulting, I'm not gonna hear you out on this." You chuckled bitterly, turning around and walking into your room more.

Unfortunately he'd followed you in, Abby had moved to the edge of your bed now. She was nervous, never having seen the two of you fight before. She'd only heard of arguments from you, never actually witnessed it firsthand.

"Come on, you have to admit there was some truth to what I said!" He yelled, having closed your door behind him.

"There's really not though! Not in my eyes at least, don't you have anything else to say?" You asked, clearly expecting an apology.

"Like what? If you're looking for a sorry I'm not giving you one." He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He stood his ground, crossing his arms as he was frozen in place. You sighed, bringing a hand to your face, resting it over your eyes. Abby stood now, coming to your side. Derek scoffed at this.

"Hey, it's fine." She whispered in your ear, a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

"No it's not. I just want him out." You whispered back as you turned to face her, biting your lip nervously.

"Then just kick him out." She shrugged.

Your turned back around to face Derek, crossing your own arms as you stepped closer to him. He smiled at you smugly, clearly expecting something very different than what you were about to say.

"You need to leave. Get out, now." Your voice was stern.

"What? You're not serious." He shook his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, I am. Just get the fuck out. I don't want you here!" You shouted at him now, throwing your arms into the air frustratedly.

"Whatever man." He rolled his eyes, exiting and slamming the door shut behind him.

A deep sigh fell from your lips as you felt exhausted and drained. You sat on your loveseat once again, your head falling into your hands as tears welled in your eyes. It wasn't really the fact you argued with him, you just felt overwhelmed. Which was the worst for you.

Abby frowned as you started to cry, sitting close next to you as she brought an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into her almost immediately, wrapping your arms around her and she did the same. She rubbed at your back soothingly as you cried into her chest.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine ok? I'm here." She spoke softly, and you just nodded.

Eventually you calmed down, and of course because Abby helped you. She'd offer to stay the night, which you enthusiastically agreed to. You'd give her a t-shirt to borrow, and she'd just leave her basketball shorts from the day on. Then you got yourself changed, comfortable in just panties and an oversized t-shirt that was just long enough to reach past your ass.

You let her get into bed first, shutting off the light then laughing as you practically fell on top of her when you got into bed. She laughed too, feeling her cheeks burn red hot at the feeling of your body against hers in such an intimate way. Her hands found their easy to rest on the small of your back, your own resting on her shoulders.

She thanked the lord you'd shut off the light because otherwise she's sure you'd see how hard she was blushing. Or how she bit her lip so damn hard it nearly bled. After a moment, you rolled over and face the wall.

"Go to bed you goof." You whispered out, pulling your blanket to your chin.

"Good night." Was Abbys response as she lied down, facing you.

"Night." You responded, closing your eyes.

You'd fall asleep in no time, meanwhile Abby was having trouble. She just stared at your back, the way your hair fell on your shoulders. It was hard to not let her mind wander to not so clean places. Not like she's never thought about you in that way before, but this time felt different.

You two had cuddled before sure, but something about earlier felt so much more tense. The way you didn't say anything, just lied there. Then she thought about Derek. She knew you guys had sex before, but just the though of it disgusted her.

Realistically, Abby knew she could give you so much better. But she wasn't even sure if you liked girls. And if you did, why would you like her? You were just best friends after all, and making things romantic could just ruin everything. She was willing her mind to shut off now, tossing and turning uncomfortably. Then she heard you gasp awake.

"Y/n? You ok?" She asked, turning to face you once again.

"Yeah, yeah. Just had a nightmare is all." You answered, breathing a bit heavily as you turned to face her.

"Aw, sorry." She brought a hand to rest on your shoulder.

"Thanks." You brought your hand to your shoulder as well, resting it atop hers.

"Do you wanna talk about it or anything?" She asked.

"No, no. Actually would you- could you just hold me?" You asked, your voice shaking the slightest with nerves.

"Yeah, of course." Abby answered, which had a sigh of relief falling past your lips.

She pulled you into her side, and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around her as you buried your face into her. And then, you hiked your leg up over her own. Abby swore she might stop breathing as she could feel the material of your panties against her bare leg. It was like something out of a wet dream.

She wrapped her arms around you as her mind went wild. It took all her willpower not to ask to fuck you right then and there, but she managed. The both of you fell asleep within the next hour.

Usually when you'd cuddle with Abby, you'd sleep throughout the night. But tonight was different. You woke up at nearly two in the morning, trying to catch your breath and wondering why you felt so weird. Then you realized, you had a sex dream... about Abby! What the hell!

This was new and very surprising. You wouldn't expect that in a million years. Well, maybe that's a stretch, but still. It was hard not to notice how wet you were, surely a spot had formed on your panties by now. You let out a low whine as you nuzzle your face into Abbys neck, your lips pressed against the side of it.

"Abbyyy. Abby wake up." You whined, shaking her lightly by holding onto her shoulder.

You waited as she finally stirred awake, groaning as her hand rested on your back. She closed her eyes as she talked to you.

"What?" She asked, tired.

"Abby don't go back to sleep. I- I need you." You stuttered as you spoke, feeling embarrassed.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Her eyes were definitely open now.

"Like- I need you." You let out a small whimper.

Abby soon got your message loud and clear as you started to kiss along her neck, leaving one hickey for good measure. Her breath hitched as you continued, kissing along her jaw ten making your way to her pulse point. A low moan came from her as you began to lightly suck and nip at it.

"Y/n, I don't know if this is a good id-" You put a hand over her mouth as you began to straddle her, your hair falling so it tickled the sides of her face.

"Come on Abby. Let's just help each other out. It can be a one time thing if you want." You whispered in a sultry voice.

"Fuck, ok." She did not want it to be a one time thing, but she'd be damned if she didn't let this happen right now.

Abby brought her hands to your waist, and you leaned forward to connect your lips to her own. She let her hands roam your body as you deepened the kiss, moaning into her mouth when she slipped her tongue into yours. The way she swirled it around your own drove you crazy, it felt like you were seeing stars.

You let out a sigh as you sat up, throwing your head back with pleasure as Abby squeezed your plump ass. She then moved her hands to your thighs, moving them so that you only straddle her left thigh. You bit down at your bottom lip, a smile on your face as you stabilized yourself by putting your hands on her chest.

Ever so slowly, Abby began to grind your hips. It put a delicious pressure to your clit, even through your panties. It didn't take you long yo remove them though, your bare cunt now gliding beautifully against her upper thigh. She'd flex it every so often, causing you to moan even louder than you already were. Abby smiled, letting out a small groan at the feeling of your slick gathering on her thigh.

"Fuckkk Abby~ you dont even know h-how long I've wanted th-this." You stuttered on your words as her hand remained on your hips, continuing to help you as you grinded against her.

"Tell me about it." She chuckled, admiring you as your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open.

You brought your hands to Abbys shoulders now, your vocabulary consisting only of abbys name and a few curses. Given you weren't really talking much, mostly moaning pathetically as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. A few more minutes passed and you knew if Abby kept going you'd cum.

"I'm gonna-" You moaned loudly, cutting yourself off, "gonna cum." You whined, gasping lightly.

"It's alright baby, go ahead. Come on, cum for me." She helped you continue as your hips stuttered.

And when you finally came, it was like you'd gone to heaven and back. You'd never felt this euphoric with anyone before. Abby smiled at you as you came down from your high, a small laugh falling past your lips.

You let out a quiet whine as you let your head fall to rest on her shoulder, her arms wrapped around you as you stayed sat in place. Abby rubbed her hands up and down your back, placing kisses along your cheek and down to the side of your neck.

"We done or did you wanna keep going?" She whispered.

"I definitely don't wanna stop." You whispered back, pulling your head up to kiss her on the lips.

Then you began to kiss her jaw, and down her neck. You went all along her collarbones, your hands running up and down her sides. You gazed up at her with a smile, brining your hands to the hem of her shirt and waiting for the ok. She nodded and lifted her arms, you pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

You brought your hands immediately to her tits, squeezing them gently then rolling her hard nippled between your fingers as you kissed down between them. You couldn’t help but laugh as you got her tummy and blew a raspberry on it. She laughed too.

"Wh- did you just blow a fuckin' raspberry down there?" She asked as she propped her elbows up on either side of herself.

"Maybe..." You answered shyly, chuckling.

"Just be quiet and let me do this." You spoke with some authority now.

"Yes ma'am.." She answered, closing her eyes as her head fell to rest on your pillows.

You'd kissed all the way down to the waistband of her shorts, looking up once again and waiting until she nodded before pulling both them and her panties off in one swift motion. Abby let out a deep moan as you licked a slow stripe up through her folds, collecting the majority of her slick onto the tip of your tongue. You groaned at the delightful taste of her.

Her moans grew louder as you wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking harshly before drawing figure 8's on it with the tip of your tongue. Then you shifted so you could bring a hand up, easily sliding in your middle and ring finger into her aching hole. Her breath stuttered as you curled your fingers, perfectly hitting her g-spot while continuing your assault on her clit.

Abbys hands gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white, and she felt that familiar pressure building in her stomach. Unable to control herself, she jerked her hips forward and grinded onto your face. You let out a small moan, the vibration sending an entire new wave of pleasure to the blonde girl.

Her thighs closed instinctively as she reached her high, and you let them. Her chest rose and fell at a fast pace as she moaned and gasped through her blinding orgasm.

"Oh- God. I fucking love you Y/n." She moaned and your heart skipped a beat.

You didnt stop even after she came, until she used a hand to push you away, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. You listened, pulling back with a sigh.

"Mm, fuck. Get up here and kiss me." Abby spoke breathlessly.

You listened immediately, crawling over top of her as you caged her between your arms. Your hands placed on the sheet as you leaned forward and sloppily kissed Abby. She whined at the taste of herself on your tongue, brining her hands to the back of your neck and tangling them in your hair. Once you pulled away your used the back of your hand to wipe her juices from your chin.

"Abby... I love you too." You spoke as you rested your forehead against hers.

She laughed, her hands now coming to hold your face lovingly. Her laughter was infectious as ever, causing small giggles to fall past your lips as well. You continued to giggle as she kissed each of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead, and then finally your lips.

"I'm gonna go get a washcloth, mkay?" You told her, already standing to make your way tonthe bathroom.

You came back to find Abby pulling her shirt back on. She smiled at you as you walked over to her, wiping both her thigh and between her legs. Then you cleaned yourself before tossing the washcloth into your hamper then putting a new pair of panties on. Abby put her own back on, letting her shorts stay on the floor.

Abby ran her hands through her hair, waiting for you to join her back into bed. She layed on her side and held her arms out for you. You wasted no time in curling up against her, wrapping your arms around her and nuzzling your face into her neck. Abby held you and rubbed your back until you both fell asleep again.

#abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x f!reader #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby x you #abby smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson

[sunlightmurdock]

Trouble in Paradise | 1.1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), angst angst angst angst angst, smut, pinv, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, voyeurism maybe ??, Bradley Bradshaw being an emotionally stunted v damaged man x

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“Oh my fucking god,” Kit gasps, standing so close behind you now that you almost drop and shatter the bottle of vodka you’re holding. You gasp and spin to face her, expecting danger from the urgency in her tone. Instead of danger, you follow her gaze to find Jake. “It’s the hot one!”

Jake from the bar. Rooster’s friend. He’s wearing sunglasses and a plain black T-shirt, browsing the beers.

“He has a name, Kit.”

“Yeah, but he’s so hot I feel like it’s just more fitting.” She breathes out, swooning over him in every sense of the word as she leans her arms forward over the counter. She had started a new job in a liquor store a few days ago. You had just stopped by to check out how she was getting on. But, gossiping and other stuff had had you here for the past hour. You’re sitting on the counter beside the register with your phone in your hand.

“I think he’s seeing someone.”

“I don’t mind.” Kit leans her chin on her fist as she bends over the counter, craning her neck to keep her eyes on him as he disappears out of her view, behind a display.

“You would so mind, you’re too jealous for that.” You scoff, setting your phone down and looking back at her. She shakes her head,

“You know I’ve been cheated on eight times? Maybe it’s my turn to be the other woman,” You know that she’s joking, so you laugh. “The other woman is in a way better position, all the sex, all the fun, none of the heartbreak.”

“I mean — I think they get their hearts broken too.” You point out. The last time she was cheated on, the girl had truly had no idea he had had a girlfriend. It wasn’t her fault in the slightest. She was one of your close friends now, actually.

“Yeah,” Kit sighs, shaking her head, “It’s always the men who wind up fine. Assholes.”

You laugh again. Kit slaps your side and nods her head. You look, finding Jake headed towards the register. You smile and wave at him.

He pushes his sunglasses up onto his head as he sets the beers down on the counter, forgetting the shiner that Rooster left him with before he headed home. Jake won that fight, but Rooster is a strong son of a bitch and got one good hit in before they were pulled apart.

“Ladies. How’s it going?” He has his car keys and his phone in a hand. He checks his watch like he’s in a hurry.

“So good.” Kit answers quickly. You and Jake turn to give her the same ‘really?’ look. She’s unashamed.

“Not bad. What happened to your eye?” You ask. Jake knew he wasn’t going to be able to dodge that one. He shakes his head,

“Pilot shit. I’ll tell you all about the really cool, heroic story once I’ve crafted it in my head.”

You laugh softly. Kit leans further onto the counter and laughs louder, beaming at him. Jake smiles at her politely, then shoots you a look. Rooster definitely got the normal one.

“Just walked into a medicine cabinet.” He says it like he’s admitting the truth. You both believe him because why wouldn’t you?

“I’ve never wanted to be a medicine cabinet so bad.” Kit whispers to you like Jake isn’t literally on the other side of the counter. He smiles, then shoots you a look.

“Anyway… you guys coming to the party tonight?” Jake asks as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket. You both shrug, clearly completely unaware of whatever he’s inviting you to. “Civilian barbecue off base? They’re holding it at that spot on the beach next to the harbour museum. Rooster’ll be there — he’s getting an award.”

“He is?” You blurt, brows furrowed slightly. Rooster had said that he wouldn’t be able to hang out tonight because he would be tired from his flight. You had understood. He hadn’t said anything about an award or a party.

Truthfully, he was only planning on ducking in to get his award and then leaving.

“What, he didn’t mention?” Jake’s stirring the pot and he knows it, but it’s nothing that Rooster doesn’t deserve. Kit looks at you, scrunching her brows together slightly. You shrug and shake your head.

“Well, you guys can be my guests. It’ll be a good time.” He smiles at you as he hands some bills over for his beers. “I’m sure Rooster will be happy to see you there anyway.”

Kit grins. You aren’t so sure. But, you’re pissed that he didn’t tell you he’s getting an award.

“See you ladies tonight at 8.” Jake winks, grabbing his crate and wiggling his fingers in a half wave. The two of you watch him leave, headed out to a nice rental car in the parking lot.

Kit nudges your elbow with hers and scrunches her brows at you once more, “Weird that Rooster didn’t mention it, huh?”

You don’t answer. It might as well be rhetorical. It’s not like him to keep things from you. But, you ignore it. It’s one of the rare nights that Ella isn’t working. You bring her along too. You text Rooster ahead of time to let him know that you’re coming, he spends the afternoon pacing his room and trying not to get into another fight with Jake.

Admiral Bates had missed the last fight and no one had snitched so far, but Bradley wasn’t trying to make a habit out of it.

You show up just after eight with your friends. Well, a little after that. Closer to nine and already a little tipsy.

“Holy shit, there’s a lot of families here.” Ella whispers. She regrets her outfit suddenly. None of you are dressed particularly conservatively. You don’t regret the way that you’re dressed at all.

You stop listening, looking around the crowd. Rooster’s standing by the bar, nursing a beer, deep in conversation with Berlin.

“I’ll be back in a bit.” You announce, heading for the bar before waiting for another word from them. Rooster’s standing with his back to the side you’re approaching from, so he doesn’t notice until you’ve already looped one arm through his and kissed his clothed shoulder.

He looks between you and Berlin, then smiles politely at you. There’s no other word for it. There’s simply no affection at all in the way that he looks at you.

“Oh — hey,” He says quietly, taking his arm from yours and instead placing a hand on your shoulder, “Berlin, this is my, uh — she’s a friend.”

You scrunch your brows as him as you lean into his side, “Really close friend.” Berlin laughs, introduces himself and offers to get you a drink. You’ve met guys’ friends before — it always pays to make a good first impression. Rooster shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and watches.

He’s been thinking about what to say to you for the last twenty four hours. He has come to the conclusion that this has to end.

It isn’t fair to Amy that he just slept with her and came back here to you.

He looks you over as you make conversation with Berlin. You’re giggling, he’s enthusiastically telling a story about work. Swaying your hips ever so slightly to the music blaring. It’s so loud in here that Berlin has to lean in slightly for you to hear him. You couldn’t be more polite about the way you’re engaging with him. Rooster doesn’t like the way you’re leaning into his chest but smiling at Berlin.

He places his hand on the small of your back. His thumb strokes over bare skin, prompting him to look down and examine your outfit more closely. A white mini skirt, heels, a black shirt up top — Rooster would call it a tank top, but it seems too small to qualify.

He doesn’t like the way he knows that Berlin can see down that skimpy little top you’ve shown up in. Rooster watches as Berlin’s eyes flicker downward for just a moment. He can’t stand it.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Rooster interrupts. Both you and Berlin turn your heads, surprised that he interjected like that.

His hand wraps around your wrist.

Your brows furrow slightly as you look between him and his friend. You frown, confused.

“Uh… okay. Sorry, excus—“

Rooster tugs at your arm before you have a chance to really apologise to Berlin. You follow behind, not that you have much of a choice with his hold on your arm.

This isn’t like him. Maybe something happened while he was back home. You rationalise, a million thoughts running through your head at once as Rooster guides you through the bar.

“Um, ow.” You complain, pulling your wrist free from his grip. Rooster turns towards you, his face serious as he reaches out and curls his fingers around your wrist, much more delicately this time.

You’re standing near the bathrooms, this is one of the more quiet places in the venue. This will do.

“I’m sorry.” It’s quiet enough here that Rooster doesn’t have to yell for you to hear him. In fact, there’s an almost gentleness to his voice that has you even more worried than before. You have a feeling that he’s sorry for more than just squeezing your wrist too tight.

You don’t want to do this now. You can’t have this conversation here.

You step forward and push up onto your tiptoes, curling your fingers in his shirt as you kiss him. He stumbles, surprised by the action, his back hitting the wall behind him.

He presses his hand to the small of your back, weak for just a moment before he turns his head and sighs, “Wait, I just… I need to talk to you.”

“Don’t want to talk,” Maybe that’s the tequila you had back at your place speaking. You hope it is. “Missed you.”

Your lips press softly to his neck as you breathe him in. The familiarity of his scent makes your entire body just want to melt into him. You press your body firmly against his.

Rooster’s too tense. You get it, it must have been a stressful weekend. He doesn’t relax as you trail delicate kisses along the length of his throat.

“Baby,” Rooster’s fingers curl around your hips and nudge you back. “Stop — this - I have to say this.”

Whatever it is he’s trying to say, you have a feeling that you don’t really want to hear it. You stand there, a couple of inches back from him, those pretty doe eyes just looking him over. You make no effort to hide the concern in your face.

As much as you’re apprehensive to hear what he has to say, he’s apprehensive about saying it. Watching you, the way you’ve trusted him so far and the way that you were so happy to see him now, he isn’t sure that he has the willpower to ruin this today.

You press your chest to his once more, slipping your hand just under the hem of his t-shirt, brushing your fingertips along his v-line until you touch the waistband of his boxers just above his jeans.

“Baby… can you just— fuck, I’m serious… we need to talk.”

“We can talk,” You agree, mischief dripping from your tongue as you lift your head and giggle softly, pressing your mouth the curve of his jaw. “After.”

“Can you just stop being such a child for five fucking minutes?” Rooster snaps.

Snaps is truly the only word for it. He brushes you off of him, steps forward, voice raised and shoulders squared. You stumble back.

A look of hurt flashes across your features. The same look he’s seen thousands of time on Amy’s face.

That gorgeous, playful smile, replaced by a look that he’s starting to think is reserved only for him. Your smile falls, lips parting. His words knock you back, though your feet stay planted. Your brows knit together and raise, eyes staring into his deeply as you process the venom he has just spit.

The hurt only surfaces for a moment before it’s concealed and pushed down deep inside. You swallow the lump in your throat before you dare speak to him. There’s no way in hell you’re going to let him hear your voice tremble.

He’s doing it again. He’s hurting you this time. Rooster wishes he could shut down whichever part of his brain took charge in this moments. Whichever part of his brain that always knew exactly what to say to sting someone the most.

He can’t stand it. He wants to reach out and touch you, to apologise and beg forgiveness. Rooster can’t stand that look in your eyes. Knowing that he’s the cause.

“Baby…” He reaches his hand out for yours. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

You’ve been hurt before. You’ll probably be hurt again. Your heart just sank into the pit of your stomach and your hands are trembling. But he’ll never know that.

“Didn’t you?” You challenge. Rooster’s brows tighten. He’s surprised. You step forward and push hard at his chest until he hits the wall behind him. “Fucking asshole.”

You turn away from him.

Rooster pushes himself upright and catches your hand before you have a chance to disappear into the crowd.

“Baby,” He tugs softly at your arm, curling his fingers tighter around your palm as you try to wriggle free of his grasp. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just wanted—“

You round on him suddenly, pushing hard against his chest again. This time he hits the door to the women’s bathroom behind him.

“Don’t think for one second that you’re better than me just because you’re older, Bradshaw,” You push your index finger accusingly against his chest. His gaze flickers down between your hand and your face.

“I’m smart. I’m funny. I’m mature.” You punctuate each word with a jab at his chest. Bradley nods his head hurriedly, like he truly agrees with you. “And I’m sick of assholes like you underestimating me!”

Bradley lifts his hand and cups your cheek in his palm, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

His thumb strokes over the soft plain of your cheek as he steps towards you, “I shouldn’t have said it, I just wanted you to listen to me. It’s not an excuse, but-“

You close your fist and hit it against his pec, he lets you, still touching your face tenderly, “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.”

He steps closer again, closing the distance between your bodies, “I won’t. I promise. I’m so sorry.”

You let out a soft breath, looking down at the ground between you. Rooster’s arms slide around you, pulling you against his chest. Your hands grab his waist. He kisses your temple.

The moment that you lift your head, he presses his mouth to yours. You press your body to his, knocking him backwards into the door behind him. Rooster’s hands leave your body for just a moment, conscious that anyone could round the corner and spot the two of you.

He grabs the door handle and twists it open, keeping you pressed firmly against him as he tugs you inside. You press harder into him, gasping softly as you’re pressed to the other side of the door. He locks it behind you.

You tug at his belt, pulling leather from loops, hands working feverishly at the buckle. He drops his mouth down to your neck, the other hand bracing himself on the door above your head. He groans softly as you push your hips forward against his, popping open the button on his jeans.

“I fucking missed you so much.” He admits against your collarbone. It scares him, how much he means it. It delights you. He doesn’t want this to stop.

Rooster’s hands skim down your sides, grabbing at your thighs and tugging you up into his arms. You hook your legs around his waist, sliding your hands up into his hair as his lips meet yours harder than before.

He plants you on the counter, tugging your skirt up until it’s scrunched up around your middle. He grabs your hips, dropping to his knees, guiding your thighs over his shoulders.

Your fingers tug at his curls as your hand hits the mirror behind you, trying to keep yourself upright.

“Fuck, Rooster.” Your let your head lull back against the mirror, moaning softly as he buries his face between your legs. Pretty lacy underwear pushed to the side and his tongue teasing between your folds.

His hands grab at your thighs, squeezing tightly. This isn’t how he planned for tonight to go. At no point this afternoon did he see himself on his knees in the women’s bathroom, eating pussy like a man starved. So much for ending things. So much for finally being faithful. It occurs to him for a moment that he could simply blame Amy for all of this.

If she hadn’t left him in the first place, he never would’ve fallen into your arms. But — chance after chance has arisen for him to fix things, this isn’t her fault anymore. It’s just him being weak.

Rooster doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he knows that he isn’t going to be able to stop this.

He groans softly against your clit, two fingers filling you and curling expertly against your g-spot. You’re gasping for air, arching your back, gripping the edge of the counter to steady yourself.

“I’m…” You pause to take in a sharp breath, “Gonna cum, don’t stop.”

Rooster palms a hand over his boxers as you tug at his roots. He’s glad the music is still blaring outside. He hopes there isn’t anyone outside the door close enough to hear the borderline pornographic sounds spilling from your lips.

His lips are on yours as the aftershocks are still vibrating through your body. You’re so glad he’s back. You’re so glad he’s here. That he’s touching you.

“Need to feel you.” Bradley breathes out, tugging your hips closer until they’re right at the edge of the counter. Your hand hits the mirror as you try to catch yourself. Your other hand curls in his shirt as you nod feverishly, pushing the fabric up to expose his muscled stomach.

He takes the hint and grabs a fistful of cotton from behind his neck, tugging it over his head and dropping it onto the other side of the counter. You grab the back of his neck, moaning softly as his tongue glides against yours.

You pull him closer by the waistband of his jeans. There’s no need for your mouth to leave his as he pushes his jeans and boxers down in one, just enough to free his aching cock.

“God, honey,” He whispers, kissing your temple and leaning his forehead against your hair as you stroke his cock. You hmm, guiding his cock between your legs and dragging his tip between your folds. “Shit, you’re so wet for me.”

“All for you.” You answer, kissing him lazily. He grabs your hips, pushing slowly into you. You both gasp softly, lips inches apart, until he’s buried fully into you.

Rooster wraps both arms around your body and cradles you against him, starting to roll his hips slowly as he works himself into you. Your head lulls back as soft moans spill from your lips.

“Fuck, baby,” He brushes your hair back delicately off of your face, kissing your jaw, “Thank you. For coming tonight. I’m so glad you’re here.”

You grab at his shoulder desperately as his cock drives deeper into you. His eyes flutter shut as you moan against his earlobe. He knows it’s bad. He hears this sound in his dreams now. He’s so fucked.

It doesn’t matter. You’re so happy to hear him say it finally. You knew he would be happy once he saw you. He always is.

His lips part subconsciously as he looks down and watches himself rocking in and out of you. He rests his forehead against yours, grabbing tighter at your hips.

You toy with the hairs at the nape of his neck, still trembling from the intensity of your first orgasm as he fucks you towards your second.

“Fuck.” Rooster punctuates. He grits his teeth, trying desperately to show some restraint for once. It’s bad enough that he’s here, doing this — he can’t risk one of his superiors overhear him. He’s driving into you, hard and deep to make up for the pace. It’s impossible to fuck fast without the sound of slapping skin giving him away.

You gasp and grab tightly at his shoulder to steady yourself. You kiss his collarbone, turning his chin to watch as you trail your tongue along the chain of his dog tags, ending with a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his nipple.

His hand slides up your back and curls into your hair, tugging softly at your roots. You retaliate by pressing your nails into the tanned muscles of his back, dragging them along his skin until they’re at the waistband of his jeans.

Your brows furrowed slightly. You swallow hard, grabbing onto his back for leverage, gasping for air. “I-Is someone calling you?”

“Ignore it.” He mutters, his lips all over your neck and shoulders. He pushes the strap of your shirt off of your shoulder for better access.

You know what that means. You dip your hand into his back pocket and lift the phone. Amy. You stare at her contact photo. She looks like her Facebook photos for the most part, but so much more beautiful in this particular picture.

It’s like this particular photo was captured through his lens. Like she’s more beautiful in this because that’s how she always has looked to him.

Rooster reaches back and takes the phone from your hand, he drops it haphazardly onto the counter and intwines his fingers with yours.

“Baby, forget it,” He mumbles, kissing you hard again, driving himself deeper into you and making you gasp. He squeezes your hand once and then lets go to instead cup your cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me.”

You want to. He’s so handsome, even under the purple neons of the bathroom lighting. Your fingertips graze over the scars on his cheek as he kisses you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. It’s like he’s reminding you that he’s yours.

But he isn’t. You can’t help but think it as you glance over to see that she has stopped calling. Long enough for you to moan softly, focusing on how good it feels to have him filling you. He’s relieved to feel you relax into him.

“That’s it, baby.” His hands are back on your hips, his lips on your jaw. You grab onto his bicep, the other hand bracing yourself on the counter. You arch your chest up into his, feeling that growing tension building in your stomach.

Your eyes blink open at the soft sound of buzzing once again. There she is again. Smiling at you from the snow on the background of his phone.

Rooster feels that you’re distracted. His lips move from your jaw down your throat, fingers curling into your hair as he sucks feverish kisses into your skin.

“Just ignore it, she’ll stop.” Bradley murmurs against your throat, nudging your jaw back and pressing his tongue firmly against your skin as he sucks warm kisses against your neck.

It’s the fact that he knows exactly who’s calling and knows exactly how you feel about it, but does nothing to reassure you. Just keeps on driving himself into you and kissing you throat.

Your eyes are still focused on her name on the screen. Amy. The photo of her in the snow. The pure joy on her face. The way that you smile when he’s around plays on your mind. The way she used to smile with him — or still does. The hours of time they’ve spent on the phone together this week alone.

Kit’s words play over and over in your mind. I’d do something to show that bitch that he’s mine now. You gasp softly as he thrusts deeper into you, his hands gripping your waist tight.

His face is still buried against your neck as he leaves a flurry of kisses against your skin.

You reach out and press that green button like you’re on autopilot. The call begins. The music from the club and the sounds of his groans are enough to drown out any chance of him hearing the soft ‘Bradley? — Hello?’ that comes from the phone.

You slide your fingers up into his hair, grabbing a fistful of his curls and turning his head, pressing your lips furiously to his.

“Fuck, baby,” He mumbles against your mouth, pulling your hips closer, pushing you hard against the mirror behind you as he drives his cock hard into you. You moan out, whimpering softly.

You watch as the timer on the call ticks up. Eight seconds. She’s still on the line. Then you lift your gaze and look him in the eye.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. So good, baby. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He murmurs affectionately, eyes hooded with lust as he looks over your features. You lift your head more and kiss his jaw, then rest your head back against the mirror.

Lips parted, eyes on his, moaning his name softly. He growls, fingers digging tighter into your hips. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest and he can’t tell at all.

The adrenaline has you even more cock-drunk than usual. Your eyes are hooded lustfully as you arch your chest up, angling your hips so that he can drive himself deeper again. His hips stutter slightly.

“Harder.” You demand, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Batting those pretty eyelashes at him. He grunts, the shakes his head,

“Baby, someone’s gonna hear us.” Your heart skips a beat as you glance back down at his phone. Timer’s still ticking. Someone already has, what’s a few more?

Your fingers curl around the nape of his neck. He watches you, all desperate and doe-eyed, as you whine out gently and bat your lashes up at him. “Please, daddy. Please.”

Bradley Bradshaw is a weak, weak man. That’s all it takes. You gasp as his palm hits the mirror behind your head. The force is great enough that you think for a minute that he might’ve cracked it. He grunts out, keeping one hand tight on your hip. Your hands splay out on the counter top behind you, catching yourself, moaning loud as he fills you impossibly deeper.

His pace is furious, enough to have you cry out his name desperately, eyes squeezing shut. His arms slide around your body, hugging you tight against him so that he can pound into you without risk of knocking you into that mirror.

Your intention was to keep talking dirty, but all you can manage are gasping cries as he drives himself into you. He groans out, squeezing your body tighter against him.

You can barely keep your eyes open, but you manage just long enough to confirm that she’s still there. She is. Still listening. A sick part of you hopes she can hear everything well. She can.

“Taking it so fucking well, baby girl,” Bradley’s voice is clear enough — you hope she can hear it. You moan pathetically against his bare chest. “Feels so good. I’m so close.”

You glance back down at the phone screen as he kisses your neck. She’s still there.

“Cum in me,” You pant out, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. You let go and grab his dog tags instead, looking him dead on the eye.

He hesitates, hips stuttering. He pants out, rutting himself deep into you, eyes still locked firmly on yours. You think back to a few months ago when you were so shy of how he looked at you during sex. Now, it just makes you feel so powerful. You know that you’re the only thing on his mind. “Please, Daddy. Want you to cum in me. I need it so bad.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” He’s a weak, weak, weak man. It’s practically a whimper that spills from his lips as he curls a fist into your hair and tugs hard. You cry out, grabbing harder onto the firm muscle of his shoulder to ground yourself.

He’s panting hard, trying to catch his breath, pressing lazy, purposeful kisses to your temple. Your lips are parted, breathing hard, as you stare at his phone. It’s just his home screen now. She hung up.

The fact that she ended the call gives you a strangely fulfilling sense of pride. Now you know that she was actually on the other end the entire time. That she heard everything. That some part of it was just too much to bare. You hope it was what you just asked of him. You hope she knows that he’s going to. That she’s the furthest thing from his mind right now.

Rooster brushes a hand over the top of your hair, letting out a heavy breath as he kisses the corner of your mouth, “You have no idea what you do to me, baby girl.”

He murmurs it with such affection. You trail your fingertips along the slightly sweat-glistened skin of his shoulder and up the nape of his neck into his hair. You stare up at him, awestruck. The neon purple glow of this bathroom really agrees with him. You can see each ridge of the slightly raised scar tissue on his cheek, the soft pout of his lips, that perpetual puppy-dog gaze. Even when he’s pounding you as hard as he is.

You’re finally there. After several instances of rising and ebbing away, your eyes squeeze tightly shut and your hand curls tightly around the tape of his neck, leaving red crescent moon shapes in his tanned skin as he fucks you through your orgasm. Then, you’re blinking hard and catching your breath when you meet those beautiful brown eyes again.

It makes you think of those sad brown eyes hidden behind those cool-guy sunglasses on the first day you met him. He looks happier now. He’s happier with you. You don’t feel bad about what you did.

He growls, tugging hard at your roots as he buries himself deep into you, his other arm snug around your waist and holding you flush against him as his cum fills you.

Your fingertips stroke softly as his scalp, running through his hair as you take in his sleepy, post-climax smile. He kisses your lips, strokes his thumb over your flushed cheeks.

There’s an almost silence as he stares at you. If you ignore both of your soft panting and the still blaring music from outside. There’s so much to read in those pretty eyes. So much he’s telling you without speaking.

His lips are parted. His tongue darts out to wet them. His eyes flicker between yours. He has no idea what to say. He can’t find the right words. You know what he’s thinking. You beat him to it.

“I love you.”

You say softly, then push yourself up and kiss his lips. Rooster doesn’t hesitate for a second — most guys’ instinct would be to freeze. Not his.

He curls his fingers around the nape of your neck and kisses you hard. Part of him hopes you’ll never pull back, so he doesn’t have to see the look on your face when he decides not to say it back. He can’t bare for this to end. He savours his final moments of knowing that you love him, knowing that you’re desperately hoping that he loves you too.

He hopes that you change your mind about that.

He doesn’t love you. He has already decided that. He decided it on the flight home. He hadn’t quite made up his mind when he was in Amy’s bed last night, but he knew the decision had to be made before he saw you again.

He doesn’t. He loves Amy. Amy is his plan, his future, his bride — you’re just a girl he’ll struggle to remember the name of in his retirement. But he knows deep down he’ll never be able to forget.

“You’re drunk.” He answers against your lips.

So is he. You’re not even drunk, just on the right side of tipsy. Just brave enough to have said that to him. Not drunk enough to notice the way his entire demeanour has just changed.

Too sober to pretend that this doesn’t hurt.

“Come on,” He kisses your temple once he’s done kissing your mouth. “They’re gonna come looking for us.”

You watch as he grabs his shirt and turns away to put it on.

The way that he purposely avoids meeting your gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. Even with the amount of alcohol in your system, that hurts. It’s just a couple of words — he’ll say it when he’s ready. You promise yourself that. You fix yourself up and tug your skirt back down as he slips his shirt over his head with his back to you, your nail marks still red on his back.

He grabs his phone from the counter and slips it into his back pocket. Still with no idea. He unlocks the door and steps out of the way for you to leave first. You do, but wait for him before joining the party once more.

Rooster doesn’t look at you as he passes. You slide your hand into his as he walks towards the dance floor, unable to focus on anything else as he squeezes your palm and drops it quickly, opting to grab your bicep to keep you near him instead. Maybe hand holding is too intimate now.

His grip is too tight, uncomfortable. It feels like you’re in trouble.

Feels like you’re a little kid in trouble. Your heart has sunken further than your stomach — it feels like you’re kicking it along the floor with you as you struggle to keep up with him now.

You’re functioning on autopilot as you try to process the mess you’ve just gotten yourself into now.

You gasp, feeling hands wrap tight around your shoulders with enough force to almost knock you off of your feet.

Kit squeals and wraps her arms around you from behind, making you stumble. Rooster turns, feeling resistance against his grip on your arm, watching as she kisses your cheek drunkenly and turns you to face her. He drops your arm and takes a step back.

She begins to babble, over-excited and a little too loud about something that you missed. She’s asking you where you went, telling you what happened, asking if you saw what went down. Your brain struggles to keep up now.

The encounter with Rooster was frustratingly sobering. Like a slap to the face. But you feel drunk now that you’re looking at Kit. Like you’re going to pass out and puke at the same time. Maybe not because of the alcohol.

Kit’s smile falters slightly as she realises that you aren’t matching her energy. Rooster observes the concern flash across her features the moment she notices that something is up. She notices before he does. Maybe he’s a little drunk too.

He had started drinking early too, just to give himself the confidence to turn up.

“Are you okay?” Kit asks, glancing between you and Rooster. You shrug, embarrassed, ashamed. Rejected.

“Think I just want to go home.” You tell her just loud enough for her to hear. Rooster doesn’t hear you say it. Kit looks towards Rooster again, understanding from that sentence that he is not invited back with you. From the look on her face, Rooster understands the same.

Kit nods quickly, springing into action. This is a code red — about as code red as a code red gets, “Sure. Let me grab Ella, she’s getting mauled by the bar. I’ll meet you outside?”

You nod your head at her. You’re forcing your motor functions to keep up. Trying to keep your head nodding rather than spinning. Trying to pretend your throat doesn’t ache with the weight of the lump that’s sitting in it right now. Rooster isn’t doing anything. He’s just standing and observing, knowing that he’s the cause of all of this. He doesn’t know how he feels.

Regret? — Maybe. Guilt? — Obviously. Fear?— Of course. Shame? — More than ever. Love? — Not an option.

Kit squeezes your hand and rushes off to grab your roommate. You’re standing, still facing her direction because you can’t think of anything worse than having to look into those puppy-dog eyes again.

“Baby…” Bradley reaches out for you.

You flinch, shrugging his hand off of your shoulder. He doesn’t get to see you cry. Or puke. Or pass out. You don’t want him to know how stepped on your heart feels, so — you turn your head and look at him one last time.

Even he doesn’t know what he’s going to say.

“Get home safe.” It’s such a cold thing for him to say, and he knows that. He thought about it, mulled it over, and chose to say it anyway. It hits you harder than you would care to admit.

He watches as you press your lips together. You take a deep breath, then nod your head and turn quickly away.

A muscle in Rooster’s jaw ticks. He doesn’t want to watch you leave so he turns his head. His gaze meets Jake’s. Jake’s over by the grill, chatting to some Admiral. They both are aware that Jake just witnessed that entire interaction.

Rooster’s surprised to find that it isn’t smugness on Jake’s face, but instead something that almost resembles sympathy. Jake doesn’t sympathise with Rooster, but he does feel bad that you’re caught in the crossfire of the shitstorm that is Bradley Bradshaw’s life. He has a feeling you don’t deserve this.

Rooster turns his head quickly away. In the crowd, he finds Ella staring at him. She’s by the bar, Kit’s in front of her, babbling. It occurs to him that Kit is telling Ella what has happened. Ella’s lips part, eyes going wide.

Rooster has a view of their side profile. Kit’s talking so fast that he can’t make out what she’s saying. He does, however, catch as she says: “I don’t know, but I think it’s really bad.” Oh, it is.

Ella grabs her friend’s wrist and turns quickly. They both make a beeline for the door. Leaving behind drinks and conversations without a second thought.

Rooster hasn’t ever had someone love him like the people in your life love you. He stands there for longer than he would care to admit. Still unsure of which emotion drove him to fuck up as badly as he did tonight.

Unaware of how much worse it’s going to be when he wakes up tomorrow.

…

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Take My Breath - Jaemin

Christmas Melodies - 01

series masterlist

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

tags: fluff, christmas themed (yeah, this late), high school

words: around 7.3k words

note: Christmas was ages ago and this is just the first story, so let's just pretend it was always supposed to be "winter" melodies ig...

I walk this cold street with you, as if we were lovers . Yeah, what should I do? I’m awkwardly frozen. My checks turn red, ayy

YN and Jaemin hated each other, or that’s what YN though. Somehow, both ended up sharing the same groups of friends. When all planned to spend their last Christmas holidays together before university, things didn’t turn out how YN expected. Yeah, YN was forced to get along with Jaemin during all the holidays— or was she really forced?

Chapter 0: It's severe when I stand in front of you.

15th of December

“Forget about it, I won’t go,” YN replied while drinking her strawberry juice and shaking her head. Both Yunjin and her were sitting in the school’s cafeteria on the 15th of December, the last day of classes before going on Holidays.

“You can’t say no; you are our friend, and you are coming; that’s it!” Yunjin replied while stabbing her dessert. “Also, this is Yizhuo’s first Christmas since she moved here, so you should try.” Yizhuo moved from China just a couple of months ago with her family due to her father’s new job, and Yunjin always tried to use it as an excuse to drag YN everywhere. All this discussion started when her friend told her excitedly about all the plans they could do together and that their other group of friends, a couple of guys from the boys’ school in their same town, would tag along. YN was fine with it, and she almost agreed, until Yizhuo mistakenly told her which guys they were (Yunjin tried to keep it a secret from her).

“All I’m saying is, why do we have to spend almost all of our time with them?” Yunjin and Yizhuo were more than enough, she didn’t need to spend the Christmas Holidays with a random group of guys (although they weren’t exactly “random” if YN was being honest with herself). “I thought we were better alone, Yunjin, or that’s exactly what you said last year when I asked you if Lee Yewon from class B could come with us to the Christmas Market”.

“That was different, Yewon is a total bitch!” Yunjin screamed while getting the attention of some people in the cafeteria. “And by the way, your problem is not with them, it is only with one of them. And you will have to deal with that”.

And to be honest, Yunjin was completely right; YN didn’t really hate them; in fact, almost all of them were nice to her, and all of them were their age. Renjun was a nice guy who also moved from China (the only thing is he did it when he was only five years old), and they often talked about TV shows together and even discussed the episodes of Single’s Inferno. Haechan was hilarious, YN at first thought he was going to be the worst one, and bonus points, he would always get on Yunjin’s nerves (she definitely has a crush on him but will always deny it), which was really fun to watch. Jeno was surprisingly nice, he looked a bit tough the first time she met him but turned out to be a total cutie pie. And then there was…him…

“Excuse me, but Jaemin hates me as much as I hate him,” YN answered, trying to defend herself. “It is a mutual relationship of pure hatred. It’s not my fault he acts like a total angel with all of you, he is the devil.”

“Yeah, sure, but I don’t care”, Yunjin replied while both started picking up their trays since the school’s bell signalling the start of the second period just rang. “I love you with all my heart, YN. But I would really like us to do all these things together. It’s our last Christmas before graduation, so we should have fun”. YN was about to defend herself when Yunjin threw her a glance. “And I don’t want to hear anything from you again”.

“What’s the point of going to an all-girls’ school if I will end up hanging out with men? Geez”, YN whispered to herself while taking her backpack and following Yunjin to the corridors.

“Girls!” They both turned their heads to meet Yizhuo, who was running excitedly towards them. “Look what I saw! The boys’ school is organising a mini-Christmas market this afternoon, and everyone is invited! Isn’t this great?” The nightmare was starting sooner than YN expected, but with Yizhuo looking at her with those big doe eyes and pure happiness, she couldn’t tell her no, so she simply nodded. Yunjin smiled after seeing YN’s compliance and took Yizhuo’s arm, not after giving YN a last glance.

“Maybe this is the year in which you finally give each other a chance,” and after saying that, the three of them parted ways.

“Of course that bitch, Lee Yewon, came,” Yunjin huffed after noticing the girl. “I never saw such a pick me girl”. She said this while putting on her gloves and grabbing YN’s arm in case she thought about running away. She was exactly thinking about doing that.

“What happened to defending women’s rights and wrongs?” YN answered while brushing her hair with her fingers, they couldn’t even go home to change after class, so they had to go with their uniforms and backpacks. Which also meant YN couldn’t fix her bangs at home, she hated to have messy ones.

“The exception is that girl, I’m sorry” The taller one, YN was definitely the smallest one out of the three, replied after throwing one last glance to the girl she hated so much. “Did Renjun tell you where they were?” Yunjin asked Yizhuo who was checking her phone.

“Yes! He just replied, they are next to the stairs”. The market turned out to be a small one, only a couple of booths with food and others with games so students could compete to get prizes, nothing too special, but Yizhuo was excited since it was her first year. YN could differentiate the four guys sitting on the stairs of their school’s main door.

There were lots of things YN hated about Jaemin. In fact, one day she made a whole list, the same one she was repeating at that moment in her head.

 1. He hated strawberries. YN loved them, not only the fruit, but all types of desserts with strawberry flavour or even decorations (her favourite jacket was one with strawberries).

2. He was irresponsible, to the point where it looked impossible. Out of all the years she has known him, she has never seeing him turn up on time or be organised, something she detested.  

3. He got along with everyone (except her), why was he so “nice” with everyone? His behaviour always ended up annoying her, it looked so easy for him to befriend people, while she sometimes struggled. She considers herself to be friends with everyone, or at least she tries. The problem is that he doesn’t need to try, and she hates that.

4. His brother was friends with her brother, the main reason she knows him. Her younger brother and his both play football on the kid’s team from their town.

5. His smile

6. The fact that she couldn’t deny he was handsome, and she will always hate herself for this. But it was a fact, he was attractive.

 7. He hated her, and YN hates not liking people. He was never nice to her.  

And she also hated how good he looked that day. YN never got to see him in his uniform before. She reminded herself to add that to her list, is not like she has it written on her diary…well, perhaps she does. It’s okay, she thought, she just had to ignore him for the whole season. No one was going to ruin her last winter in high school, not even Na Jaemin.

“Hi girls, I’m so glad you came. Renjun started talking about some stupid TV show, and I was close to killing myself,” Haechan exclaimed as soon as the girls got close enough. Soon, the seven of them started walking through the booths, although no one paid attention to that.

“It’s not a stupid TV show, it’s literally the best sitcom known to earth. How come you don’t know The Office?” Renjun defended himself after greeting everyone with a big smile. “YN tell him how great it is.”

“I actually never watched it.” She smiled shyly and quickly started excusing herself as soon as she saw the disappointment in his eyes. “But I definitely will start it as soon as I get home, don’t worry.” It’s not her fault, she couldn’t dare to make anyone feel a bit bad; she hated to disappoint people, especially if they were as adorable as Renjun.

“Of course,” Jaemin replied with a mocking smile. That stupid smile. What does he even mean by that? But she decided to just ignore him and try to focus on staying warm.

“Did you forget your gloves again?” Yizhuo asked after noticing how the shortest one was trying to warm her hands, putting them in her pockets. YN felt a bit shy when everyone diverted their attention to her. She just nodded. “You always do, I will have to glue them to your hands at one point.”

“Hey, maybe over there is not as cold,” Haechan joked, referring to her height, fist bumping with Jeno, who found it funny.

“Come here, I suddenly feel the urge to touch your ugly face with my freezing hands.” She joked while trying to get closer to him. She almost tripped on the slippery floor, but one hand kept her still, Jaemin.

“Sorry, sorry, I will never do it again, ma’am. Forgive me.” Haechan jokingly begged when he saw her trying to approach. He furrowed his brows when he noticed a light blush on her face. “YN, are you red?”

“It’s because of the cold!” she tried to explain herself when she noticed Yunjin’s suspicious glance. She would never admit it, but it was definitely not because of the cold.

The group of teenagers continued engaging in some small talk and sharing everything that happened in their last weeks of classes. YN was having more fun than expected, although she couldn’t completely ignore his presence, which sometimes threw glances at her.

“By the way!” Yunjin screamed after noticing how everyone went quiet on the way home. They spent around two hours at the school until they decided it was time for them to go home and have dinner. “I heard someone in class talking about it, and I thought it could be a great idea to go to the city for two days or so!”

“It will be Yizhuo’s first Christmas here, so we have to celebrate it.” Haechan mimicked her before she even got time to repeat that same phrase. “Yeah, we know.”

“That would be a great idea, I saw that this year’s Christmas market is much better,” Renjun replied, ignoring the bickering between the two of them. All of them nodded, including YN.

“My brother lives there, and he just came back for Christmas. Maybe I can ask him if we can spend the night there,” Jeno suggested.

“Jeno, you know I love you, right?” Haechan answered after sending him a kiss. “Would everyone’s family be okay with that, though?”

“The hardest one might be YN’s mom, but we will figure it out, right YN?” Yunjin replied while looking at YN, who just raised her shoulders dubiously.

“I’m not sure about that, I still have to study.”

“Common, you will have enough time.”

“It’s not because of that; it’s because she hates the idea of being near me for more than two hours.” Jaemin suddenly spoke after being quiet for almost all the journey home. He was talking with Jeno before the topic came up.

“That’s not true, don’t say that.” Renjun tried to excuse YN before she even had time, since she was just looking at Jaemin getting pissed off. Her bad temper got worse when she saw how the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t that annoying, I wouldn’t mind spending time with you.”

“I never did anything, although…” He hesitated now, smiling, knowing that he had succeeded in getting her mad. “Perhaps it is because I don’t immediately adore you like you want everyone to do?”

The group stayed silent, watching the two of them bicker, throwing glances at each other, and trying to decide if they should stop both of them. YN was about to reply until Yizhuo noticed. They had to split up.

“Well…this is where we part ways.” Each one went their own way except for Renjun, Jaemin and YN. Sadly, their houses were in the same part of the town, so the three of them were forced to stay together.

The way home wasn’t as bad as expected. Renjun and Jaemin were talking about some essays they had to do for their literature class, so YN could spend some time thinking about the things she had to do the next day. Soon, Renjun said bye since they had arrived at his house, which was on the way. As soon as both of them saw him enter his house, Jaemin looked at her with his lips pressed together.

“You never notice, right?” And then he left her there, speechless. She thought about replying and asking him what he meant, but when she woke up from the surprise, he was already changing streets.

Chapter 1: When I see your black eyes looking at me, I freeze all over

16th of December

“Good morning!” She greeted her mother and her younger brother, who were in the kitchen having breakfast. It was a Saturday morning at nine o'clock, but she wanted to use the day to get organised and study. She wanted to enter university and study medicine, and for that, she needed to try hard to get high marks.

Her brother smiled sweetly after she ruffled his hair. He just turned nine and was the cutest fluffy ball she ever knew.  Her brother had always been super affectionate, partly something she and he had inherited from their parents. One day, she would be as affectionate with her partner as her parents were with each other. But her smile faded away after his brother started talking.

“Tomorrow morning, I will go with Jaesung to play football in the park, Jaemin will take us.” He spoke excitedly to her sister; YN knew he loved to tell her everything. “YN, did you know that he is super good at playing football? He's also going to take us out for hot dogs if we're good.” YN just nodded her head while she prepared a glass of strawberry milk for breakfast, trying not to show she was affected by hearing his name.

“Don't you think it's great that he is going to take the kids to do things, even on holidays? He's a wonderful kid.” Her mother told her, and she just nodded. “I am not surprised that his mother is delighted with him, maybe you can join them. This way, you spend time with your brother.”

“No, I can’t, I should study for the exams.”

“Jaemin must have to study too, just go and distract yourself for a little. You also need to enjoy your last days in high school.”

“Jaemin this, Jaemin that, why is everyone talking about him these days?” She murmured before drinking milk. “But I really can’t, maybe some other day.” She spoke louder. “By the way! My friends are talking about going to spend a couple of days in the city to see all the Christmas decorations and all. Yunjin told me that I absolutely have to go.”

“I’m not sure about that, honey.” Her mother replied, a bit worried. YN smiled internally; it was just what she wanted to hear.

“It would be the girls and a couple of guys.” Her mother was definitely not going to allow her to go, the best thing ever for her.

“Which guys?”

“Oh, some guys from the boys’ school, you know, Jeno, Haechan and Renjun.”

“Oh, so Jaemin is going too?” Her mother asked, stopping doing what she was doing.

“I suppose”

“Well, you can go, don’t worry.” YN furrowed her brows, confused.

“How come you are immediately convinced because of that? It makes no sense. “You should tell me I can’t go, mom.”

“It would be great if both of you got along.” That’s all she said for her reasoning, and she just continued with her morning routine, leaving YN more confused.

Yn: my mom said yes to the trip

Yunjin: yay, I know you are not excited

Yunjin: but we will have soo much funnn

Yunjin: and who knows

Yunjin: maybe you find your soulmate there, there’s nothing as romantic as Christmas

Yn: sure…

Yunjin: btw wanna come have lunch with me? Haechan and I are going to the place close to my house

Yn: no! have fun on your little date. I will spend the day studying for our first exam.

Yunjin: not a date lmao

Yn: yeah stay delusional

Yunjin: you are the delusional one when you say you don’t want your lips and his lips to meet

Yn: I don’t, I literally hate him

Yunjin: sure

“Sure?” She scoffed while reading the last message, what does she even mean by that. Yunjin was the delusional one. She turned off her phone and tried focusing on the notes she had in front of her, but she couldn’t help but go back to the same conversation.

 

17th of December

Yizhuo added you to a group chat called “It’s Christmas”

Yizhuo: we are going ice skating at 5pm! We are meeting next to the flower shop.

Haechan: I got the tickets, so everyone has no other choice but to come. Also pay me please

Haechan: my mom got mad at me for using her credit card

Yn: do any of us even know how to skate?

Jeno: Jaemin only I think, he used to take lessons

Yn: great

Jaemin: :)

“I’ll be going ice skating later at 5pm with my friends,” YN said while she was with her family eating. Her mother nodded, not surprised by the new information.

“Yeah, Jaemin told us when he came to drop your brother off,” her mother smiled. “They had so much fun, perhaps next week you can go.”

“Such a nice kid,” her father intervened. “Are you sure you aren’t interested in him?”

“Oh, not again.” YN sighed, knowing where it was going to lead. The good thing is that her mother never complained when it came to him. “What happened to not be able to get a boyfriend until I graduate from university?”

“I mean, if is Jaemin I wouldn’t mind.” She scoffed, what was with everyone these days.

“You look beautiful, but what’s with that face?” Yizhuo asked her when YN got out of her house. She went to pick her up, in fear that YN might decide not to go in the end.

“You don’t want to know,” she replied while putting on her scarf, she noticed she had forgotten her gloves again, but was too lazy to go back to pick them up. After seeing Yizhuo’s worry gaze, she immediately started talking again. “My family is acting a bit weird, but everything is okay.”

“How’s the studying going? You really shouldn’t stress too much,” Yizhuo answered, a bit worried, knowing her friend.

“I’m honestly quite okay, perhaps more okay than I should,” she honestly replied. Maybe she had been spending a lot of her time complaining that she wasn’t paying enough attention to the important things, but who knows. Both spend the ten minutes’ walk talking about some gossips they heard in class and about their plans after graduation.

“How’s Christmas at the moment?” YN asked when both of them arrived at the meeting point, they were the first ones.

“It just started, so who knows, but I’m quite excited.” She answered, smiling again and picking up her phone to message the other guys. “By the way,” while putting her phone back in her purse. “I hope you are really okay with all we are doing, seeing Jaemin all days, I mean.”

“I’ll be okay, don’t worry.”

“I never understood what you two have going on to be honest, for a long time I thought it was just you two denying what you feel for each other, but maybe I was wrong.” She said while saying hi with her hand to Renjun, Haechan and Yunjin who were just arriving.

“Jeno and Jaemin will meet us at the ice ring, Jaemin had to stop to buy something.” Yizhuo nodded, but YN was too preoccupied thinking about what Yizhuo had just said.

“Have you ever tried ice skating?” Renjun asked YN while everyone was putting on their ice skates.

“No, I never tried it,” she replied with a smile that soon faded away when Jaemin scoffed because of her answer.

“That’s a lie” Jaemin intervened, still not looking up and still focusing on tying up his skates. YN furrowed her brows. Renjun was smiling, a bit amused by the conversation taking place.

“Yeah, and how do you know?” Jaemin finally raised his head to look at her with a teasing smile.

“Your brother told me you once took him two years ago, and you did terrible,” he said, which made YN’s smile fade, why did he have to tell him? “If I don’t remember wrongly, he also said something about having to go to the hospital.” He wasn’t wrong though, she fell so terribly that she and her family had to rush to the hospital to get stitches at the back of her right ear, if you looked carefully, you could still see the mark.

“Oh, true, I sometimes forget you know each other for a long time.” Renjun joked, ignoring the side eye from YN. “Well, leave this fight for the rink, you lovers.” He replied while getting up and leaving her dumbfounded next to Jaemin.

“Common guys! You will miss Haechan falling all the time,” Yunjin screamed, catching their attention and making them enter the ice rink.

“You’ll see, I’m the best one out of all of you.” And, as soon as he said that, he fell down.

Luckily, Haechan was as bad as her, so she didn’t look that dumb. Both spent most of the time together, looking jealousy at the others, specially at Jaemin. Jeno didn’t lie, he was indeed good, YN couldn’t take her eyes away from him, enjoying it.

“C’mon YN, it is time to be brave together,” Haechan talked after an eternity of them trying to remain by their feet and YN trying to warm her hands since she forgot her gloves. He took her arm and tried to skate, dragging her, resulting in both of them falling.

Yunjin hurriedly went to pick her up, but not before slapping Haechan’s arm affectionately. After the fall, she couldn’t feel her hands any more due to the cold.

“Here,” Jaemin appeared next to her out of nowhere while handing her some gloves he had on his pocket. She looked at him confused until he furrowed his eyebrows and showed her the gloves again, making her understand what he meant.

“Oh, it’s okay,” she replied with a lower tone than she had intended to, did he notice it all the time? She felt a little embarrassed, “You can use them instead.”

“Can’t you see I have my gloves on already? Don’t be dumb and take them.” He said again while taking her hand and forcing her to grab them.

“Thank you,” she replied, trying to hide her blush. But the cute moment finished sooner than expected, Haechan showed up pushing her back to the ground, again.

That night, YN couldn’t sleep again while looking at the gloves. She tried to give them back to him after ice skating on the way home, but he just shrugged his shoulders and ignored her. It was that night when she realised something, something she would hate herself so much for. She realised that she might have been developing feelings for Jaemin for a long time. Maybe her mother was right, once again.

Chapter 2: I walk this cold street with you, as if we were lovers.

19th of December

Her worst nightmare was about to become real; it was the day of their short trip to the city. They lived in a small town of around 800 inhabitants, so, as expected, they didn’t have many things to do in there. A lot of weekends, YN and her family would go to the city closest to their home and go buy groceries or clothes.

She would never admit it, specially to Yunjin (she would spend five minutes laughing at her and saying “I told you”), but that day she tried to make herself look better. She even put on her favourite jumper with strawberries embroidered, just so Jaemin would notice. Furthermore, she was finishing brushing her hair and putting on her jacket when her mom screamed her name, asking her to go down.

“YN! Come down, a gentleman is waiting for you!” Huh? She thought, a gentleman? Renjun? But Renjun told her he was going with Yizhuo and meeting her at the train station.

“Jaemin? What are you doing here?” She asked confused when she saw him at her door with his backpack on and a big big smile.

“We are going to the city, remember?” He replied as if it was the most normal thing for him to pick her up.

“Yeah, I meant on my door, actually.” Her mother was behind, trying to spy on their conversation.

“To pick you up, c’mon,” he simply answered while maintaining his smile, probably because her mom was still looking.

“Oh Jaemin! You came to pick her up? That’s so nice of you, you’re such a gentleman.” Her mother said, interrupting both of them. Jaemin smiled even more, what a beautiful smile he had, she thought.

“Yes, I’ll get her back safe again, don’t worry,” he replied while taking her hand and getting her out of her house, her heart started beating like crazy, did it ever happen to her? Perhaps it is because she now knows what she really feels about him.

“Have fun, bye.”

YN couldn’t help but look at him confused on the way to the station. Jaemin kept quiet the whole journey, not speaking as soon as her mom closed the door, which made her feel a bit sad. But honestly, she couldn’t blame him, she kept giving him the cold shoulder for years. Wait, was she defending him?

“Did you pick me up for my mom to like you? I don’t know what type of spell you have on my family, but it worked so well.” She asked, genuinely confused, although starting to understand now what her family saw in him. “They can’t stop talking about you somehow.”

“So, you think about me all days?” Her mouth quickly fell open, wishing he didn’t notice how she was blushing.

“I never said that.” She quickly answered, flustered, making him cackle with laughter.

“But you didn’t deny it.” He answered.

“Can’t you stop fighting for five minutes?” YN asked a bit annoyed seeing how Haechan and Yunjin were bickering quite loud on the seats next to her. “I’m trying to study.”

“Why did you even bring that? This is a trip, you also have to enjoy the train ride,” Yunjin asked her while trying to suppress her smile, acting like she didn’t notice how YN acted when they had to choose seats. “Why don’t you talk with your seatmate?” Perhaps Yunjin was the one forcing Jaemin and YN to sit together, who knows.

“Why don’t you tell Haechan that thing you told me yesterday while crying?” She replied, making Yunjin lose her smile. “Something about liking…”

“Huh? Tell me what?”

“Okay, you win,” Yunjin screamed, flustered, “for now only.”

After leaving their things on the flat, it was already night, so all of them decided to go to the big Christmas market. For which, as YN could tell, Yizhuo was so excited, is not like she spent the whole journey talking about that… Which also made her studying impossible at one point.

“Omg did you see how beautiful the lights are?” Renjun asked, mesmerized by the sight, while picking up his phone to take a photo. Jeno chuckled, finding him cute.

“Yeah, we saw when you told us five minutes before,” he replied. Both of them and YN were behind the rest of the group, going more slowly since Renjun was busy appreciating the lights. “But let’s all be a bit careful, there’s a lot of people. Let’s not get lost.” YN nodded with her head while taking out the gloves she saved on her pocket and putting them on. Soon Jeno noticed surprised.

“Oh, those are the gloves Jaemin picked up for you,” he said. “I’m glad you liked them.” He replied while smiling. YN blushed, trying to hide it with her scarf.

“Gloves? YN not forgetting her gloves? And the gloves are from Jaemin,” Renjun said, forgetting about the lights when he noticed what was happening and smiling widely. “Wow, you must really like them then,” he paused while looking at Jeno with a smile, “or perhaps the person who gave them to you,” he suggested. What could YN do in this situation? Become defensive.

“What?” she screamed, getting the attention of the other group of friends and some families that were around them. After noticing, she blushed. “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, whispering that part after, not without getting a questioning look from Jaemin and Yunjin.

The rest of the night went quite well, everyone had fun, specially Yunjin and Haechan, who kept flirting and giggling like kids (YN will tease her that night). It was when they finished eating some pancakes on one stand when she noticed they started acting weirdly, all of them.

“By the way, YN,” Jaemin suddenly appeared next to her with a teasing grin, she nodded letting him know that she was listening. “I couldn’t help but see how you are wearing gloves today,” he replied, completely grinning with a teasing smile.

“Oh, do you want them back?” she asked, totally oblivious of what he was trying to say, too busy looking at the floor (trying not to blush). “Huh?” YN said after looking around her trying to find her friends, “Jaemin, where is everyone?” Jaemin looked around, noticing that everyone suddenly disappeared, being just as confused as she was.

“No idea, they were next to me one second ago, there’s a lot of people now though.”

“Do you see them?” YN asked trying to find them between the crowd, but as he said, it was the busiest just at that time, 9pm.

“No,” he replied after he scanned the place, since he was taller than her, YN furrowed her brows confused.

“One moment they were here and suddenly all of them disappeared,” she mumbled to herself, trying to stay as close as possible to Jaemin to not get lost too. “What should we do? Yizhuo has my phone, she asked for it a moment ago.”

“Oh, I forgot my phone at the flat, so,” he said, “yeah, I guess we are alone then.” Great, she thought.

“It’s okay, let’s just finish the market and get out, maybe they are outside waiting for us,” she nodded.

“Do you want that teddy bear?” Jaemin asked teasingly while checking how YN was looking at the stand. She quickly denied it with her head. “It’s okay, I will get it for you.”

“No! Why would you?” she asked in a rush moving her hands trying to let him know that she didn’t need it, “you also gave me your gloves the other day, is okay.”

“And? I’m acting good for once” YN tried to stop him, but it was too late. “It’s okay,” but it wasn’t okay for her heart.

“It was not that bad,” she mumbled while walking to the exit holding the big teddy bear. Jaemin, who was in front of her, turned dramatically to look at her.

“Oh, am I hearing right? Is YN saying it wasn’t bad to spend time with me?” he replied while exaggerating his moves. “Who would have thought that? Crazy.”

“Hey, you are the one being annoying, it is not my fault,” she defended herself.

“Well, let’s get back home, I’ll put the GPS,” he answered while taking out his phone.

“I thought you left it at the flat?” she asked, confused.

“I didn’t? When did I say that?”

“This feels like you are trying to gaslight me, but I’ll let it pass ‘cause you bought me the teddy bear,” she answered, not completely sure and proceeding to follow him until her flat.  When they arrived, all of their friends were already there, and, as soon as they saw them, they faked to be worried. One can tell because they don’t know how to act. But YN just let it pass.

20th of December

“Oh, wait, I’ll go check that part, I’m looking for my mom’s present,” YN said after all of them stopped on one shop on the way back to the station to go back home, they spent the whole morning sightseeing, and after having food, they went back to pick up their things and go pick up the train. The rest nodded, going back to look for things they needed to buy.

She stopped on the jewellery section since they had some discounts, so she could afford something for her mother. She picked up one, she found one bracelet on the silver section and was looking at it when she heard a scoff.

“You really chose the ugliest one, YN.” He kept shaking his head, disapprovingly with what she had chosen. YN rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Jaemin smiled, finding her bickering cute. She went back to look at the others, putting it back. “Would this one be better?” She genuinely asked picking up another one.

“I’m more of a gold person, and I like necklaces more” he said while looking at the other things.

“Well, is for my mother, not you,” she replied while looking at other options, “she does like bracelets more, I do prefer necklaces too, to be honest.”

“This one,” he said while picking one up, one that had tiny stars and moons hanging from the bracelet, YN smiled please, her mom would like that.

“Oh, you liked it, I can tell,” he teased when he noticed how she was trying to suppress her smile. “I’ll buy you one necklace if you recognise it,” he teased again. YN shook her head, running away and going to pay, leaving Jaemin behind.

“I have a big problem,” YN announced as soon as she sat down next to the girls on the train station, the boys were busy buying some food. “I think, well, no, I’m sure I like Jaemin.”

“Yn, you have been liking him for years, do not laugh at our faces.” Yunjin said while braiding Yizhuo’s hair.

“You think so?” she genuinely asked, looking with big doe eyes at the two of them, who looked at each other and busted out laughing.

“Everyone knew, except for the two of you. At least you finally do.” Yizhuo replied with a big teasing smile. “When are you confessing, then?”

“I could ask the same about you and Haechan,” YN replied, trying to forget for a moment about what was she feeling. Yunjin busted out laughing again.

“YN, we have been dating for three days already,” she replied, YN gasped surprised.

“And why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, a bit offended; they always tell each other everything.

“I was going to, but then I decided it would be more fun to check how long it will take you to notice,” she replied, finishing Yizhuo’s hair at the same time, who just smiled at their interaction. “But turns out you were too busy ogling about Jaemin.”

“So, when’s the wedding?” Yizhuo asked.

24th of December

She spent the last four days on her room, studying and thinking. Not thinking about the exams, but about Jaemin. She was in her room getting ready for dinner. Her family always had dinner together with some of her parent’s friends on their living room, and that year wasn’t an exception. She picked up a box she had saved in her drawer and looked at it for the ninth time that day, but she put it back again where she saved it.

That night not only was her grandma going to her house, but Jaemin and his parents were also coming, her mother insisted on inviting them, and obviously they accepted. Leaving YN with no other choice but to confront her fears: Jaemin. After giving it another thought and looking at her drawer, she thought, fuck it, and took the box out, putting it on the pocket of her dress.

“YN come down! They arrived.” YN quickly went down the stairs, politely greeting everyone, trying not to fixate her sight on Jaemin, who was smiling. As soon as they arrived, everyone sat down on the table, not without getting a big hug from her grandma, literally everyone got the hug. Her brother and Jaemin’s sat down together, and YN had no other choice than to sit between Jaemin and her grandma.

“I remember when YN was a tiny girl,” her grandma started telling him, they were already almost done with dinner and Jaemin ended up becoming friends with her. “She was such a sweet girl, always wearing those big ribbons on her head.”

“She’s tiny now too,” Jaemin joked, making her grandma laugh and YN roll her eyes, but not in an annoying way.

“She is, that’s true.”

“Grandma!” she said, a bit embarrassed.

The rest of the dinner went incredibly well, and YN couldn’t help but picture Jaemin as her boyfriend, coming to spend time with her family. She was crazy, wasn’t she? She thought while mindlessly touching the pocket in her dress.

“Jaemin?” YN said when she saw Jaemin knocking on her room’s door.

“Your mother told me to come and say bye before I go, I hope I’m not intruding,” he said while looking at her room, he never got to go upstairs her house. YN shook her head.

“No, it is okay, you can come in,” YN smiled while he entered and sat next to her on her bed.

“I had fun,” he admitted with a smile, “isn’t it nice when we aren’t fighting each other? Also, your grandma is lovely, so nice.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she replied while touching again her pocket thinking whether she should do it or not, “and, yeah, she is super nice, although she enjoys teasing me I guess.”

“You’re so fun to tease, I get her,” he replied after emitting a chuckle. “I’ll go, I guess they are finishing saying bye to each other.”

“Wait, I want to give you something before you go,” she shyly said after getting a bit of courage. “It is not something too special though, but I got you something,” she added after seeing how Jaemin’s eyes lighted.

“A present?” he asked intriguing while getting closer to her and looking at the tiny box. “Oh, YN, but I didn’t get you anything,” he replied, feeling truly sorry, specially after seeing how excited she looked to open it.

“It’s okay, really,” YN was crying on the inside when Jaemin opened it, but, gladly, he immediately smiled, looking touched by the present.

“Oh, is a necklace,” he replied smiling and giving her a hug happily, YN blushed by the action.

“I know, it isn’t that crazy to be honest,” she said rambling, “and don’t think it was too expensive, believe me.”

 “Don’t lie, this is actually a big present, I told you I liked them,” he answered, still looking at the necklace with a smile. “I should have bought you something, it was dumb of me.”

“No, no, Jaemin, it’s okay.”

“Maybe I can make it up to you with a date,” he suggested, smiling, YN almost died from a heart attack.

“Huh?”

“Jaemin, we are going home!” his mom screamed from downstairs.

“I gotta go, but I’ll text you,” Jaemin rambled, not before giving her a last smile and taking his necklace. Another day without sleeping, she thought to herself.  

Chapter 3: I can't say anything except that I like you.

26th December

She spent all her 18th’s Christmas day thinking about Jaemin and waiting for his text. That morning she called Yunjin and Yizhuo to tell them everything about what happened, and all of them, and Haechan (who was next to Yunjin and overheard everything), started screaming. However, his message didn’t arrive until 7pm.

JM: Ynnnnn, I’m so sorryyyyy, my phone died forever

JM: had to search for my mom’s old one

JM: I’m picking you up tomorrow at 5pm ;)

“Again? Did you bring me here to laugh at me?” YN said when he smilingly gave her ice skaters. “I think everyone already saw how bad I am,” she said while putting them on without complaining.

“It’s okay,” Jaemin replied with a big smile, helping her put on her skaters. “We couldn’t do it properly last time,” he explained while helping her get up and guide her to the rink. “Also, I will teach you and I won’t leave your side.”

“I hope you won’t push me like Hyuck did,” she mindlessly joked while grabbing the rail when entering.

“Hyuck? Since when did you talk with nicknames, YN?” He asked, changing his smile for a pout, “and nothing for me.”

“Haechan uses nicknames with everyone,” she excused herself quickly.

“But you don’t,” he answered sulky, so cute, she thought. “Not that sure I want to help you now,” he replied while acting like he was leaving her alone, making her laugh.

“Jaemin, he’s dating my friend, remember?”

“Wait, they are dating?” Jaemin stopped skating and turned back to look at her.    

“Oh, you didn’t notice too? I’m glad to know I wasn’t the only one,” at that moment YN thought about what Yunjin told her. “Jaem, please,” she said, trying to get him to get close and take his arm. Jaemin approached her again to take her hand with a big smile.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, my Ynnie.”

27th of December

 ��I’ve been thinking about making a nickname for you,” he said the next day while both were sitting on the small park next to his house eating the ice cream his mom bought for the two of them. When both of their moms discovered they went on a date, both went crazy and almost hugged each other happily. “YN is too basic; I have to use one only I can use.” YN smiled at him with curiosity while stroking his hand.

“You could be my kitty,” YN almost chocked with her ice cream when hearing his words.

“I’m leaving you here alone if you say that again,” she replied while giving him a side eye.

“Hey, I love kittens,” he excused himself while grinning. “Don’t worry, you would be my favourite kitty.”

“That’s it, have fun,”

“Sorry! Forgive me.”

1st of January

“You will do great, YN; I really think so,” he said the first day of the year when he was walking her home. Both came from meeting their friends to celebrate the new year. YN smiled brightly at him. “You’ll get the highest grades, and I will brag to the guys about my girl.”

“Your girl?” She jokingly asked, stopping in her tracks to look at him, who was smiling back. 

“But isn’t that great? We complement each other better,” she said, speaking from her heart.

“I really want to kiss your pouty lips.”

“That’s-That’s really bold to say.”

“Aw, you never went speechless when we fought, I like this side more,” he said after getting her close to him and giving her a big peck on her lips.

In the middle of winter, so the hasty spring comes just for the two of us. I'll stand by your side.

#nct dream #nct dream imagines #jaemin x reader #na jaemin #jaemin #nct #christmas #au

[sinnaminttoast]

Something bout this new audio seems ominous so I will give you my thoughts.

Do I have one clue about what’s gonna happen? No…

But the “Don’t Hang up” worries me 💀

So here we go.

Hell nah…Someone give this bitch an inhaler…AND GET THEM AWAY FROM ME! lol what if it’s a friend?

I’m not on your time, good sir. I should hang up just for that one.

WE DONT EVEN KNOW YOU???

Pack it up…it’s time to move countries y’all

OH YEAH?? What do you know 🙄

Honestly good for us. Hang up and it’s time to go stay at a friend’s house 🏃‍♀️

Istg…DONT ANSWER THAT PHONE

Fuck—

Oh yeah? Idgaf what you like.

STAY JUST TALKING???

OKay! Now you’re playing too much. Get away…😲 oh….oh can he see us???

Y’know what…maybe it’s time to just jump out the window.

Couldn’t we just mute him?

HEY! Since when do you get to talk about my damn problems? I don’t want to talk to YOUUUUU 😭

Oh Nooo I’m totally not stressed! It’s definitely not the creepy ass man 😭

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

He’s in the walls

STOP BANGING ON MY WALLSSS 😭

Ngl….I think I would’ve pissed myself from fear if this happened to me irl.

This bitch is scary and it’s time to call the police.

WOOP WOOP IT’S THE SOUND OF THE POLICE 🗣️🗣️🚨🚨

IMPOLITE???

Owe you something?! I am debt free good sir.

LAST YEAR?!

🕺💃You just want attention, you don't want my heart 🕺💃🕺💃

You know…I really don’t know about this one you guys. I didn’t think Regulus would have someone to compete with in terms of scariness but here we are…

You can help by turning yourself in to the police 😁🫶

Istg if this motherfucker breaks into my home…

AHHH STOP BREATHING IN MY EAR!!!

D…Do what….?

NO NO NOOO—-

Stranger watching us in bed:

That whole section creeped me out so bad. 😭

I’ll tell you that you’re weird asf! Hope that helps ❤️

Someone give this man an inhaler. He needs it badly.

Idk man. I’m planning on buying a plane ticket and LEAVING!

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…..I have no words to explain the stress I just experienced.

This one very much gave me slasher/horror movie vibes. So I definitely like this audio in terms of how well Erik executed his voice acting and made this guy sound creepy.

The stalker guy makes me not want to leave my house.

This man is SICK!

I’m stressed….sighhhhh

To anyone who had fun and loved this audio. I’m happy for you 🫶 I’ll go check my front door and windows.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted thoughts #it’s time to go #call the police #immediately

[justdsmp1]

⋆ 𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Pairing(s): Karl Jacobs x Reader

Pronouns: She/her

About: Your Tommy's older sister, his friends used to make fun of you for your appearance but you come back two years later hotter than ever and see someone new.

Word count: 914

I walk up to the door of my younger brothers friends house,Wilbur who I met in 2020 along with everyone else,I haven't seen any of them since then.To be honest a lot of them made fun of me for a bit then just started ignoring me.I knock on the door as Tommy catches up to me.I hear footsteps coming towards the door.The door opens,Wilbur stood there and you make eye contact with him

"Who's this you brought with you Tom?"Wilbur asks the 17yr old.I roll my eyes.Does he seriously not remember me

"Aww come one Wilby,you've got to remember Y/n Simons"I say,sarcasam dripping in your voice.It takes a moment for him to process what I just said

"Wait Y/n Simons,you can't be"Wilbur says,shocked.I look at Tom then back at Wilbur

"Well I mean the last time you saw me I was 18 now I'm about 21"I tell him

"Yeah I guess so,come on in you guys"Wilbur says moving to the side to let us in.

When we made it to the living room,I saw people I hadn't seen since I was 18.Quackity,George,Sapnap,Dream,Tubbo,Ranboo,James,Ash,Niki,Minx and so many others look your way and stare in shock,they immediately recognise you.Then I spot an unknown boy,he had brown fluffy hair and bluey grey eyes.

"Who's that"You heard the brown hair boy ask.

"That's Y/n Simons,Tommy's 20yr old sister"Wilbur says,still shocked of how much she grew up in like the 2 years he hasn't seen her.

"She's beautiful"The brown boy says,his eyes glued to you

You start mingling around and catching up with everyone,then you run into the brown hair boy that you had spotted earlier

"Oh I'm so sorry"I say,hoping I didn't spill my drink on him.

"Oh no,no need to apologise,I wasn't looking where I was going.I'm Karl"He says

"I'm Y/n,Tommy's older sister"I say sticking out my hand,he shakes it

"Wanna get another drink"He asks,somewhat nervously.

"Sure Karl"I smile,walking with him to the kitchen where all the drinks were.

After that party,Karl and I kept in touch as he was heading back for America.I was going to miss him,afterall we became close after the party,just hanging out before he left.We had a lot in common then we thought.I was on Vc with Tommy,George,Wilbur,Karl and Dream just talking about random stuff and lore 

"You can clearly tell...who the attractive sibling is"I say confidently.Dream starts laughing at my boldness

"Its me bitch"I yell to Tommy's room,even though we are on call together.

"We sure can"Wilbur tells us

"Well it's obviously me"Tommy says,in a matter of fact tone

"Uh yeah sure Tommy"George responds

I get a discord messgae from Karl

Your definitely the attractive sibling 

I smile at the message from him.

"What's got you all smiley"Tommy asks,you look up at the camera

"Nothing,just in a good mood"I tell him

Later on that night,I stayed on call with Karl after everyone left.You were just chatting about TV shows.

"Karl,what if I come to America,so we can see each other again"I suggest

"That would be pretty awesome"He says,kinda spaced out

"I'm gonna do it"I say sitting up and heading to my computer

"Wait actual?"Karl asks,confused

"Yep,I'm purchasing tickets right now"I tell him,I look to my phone and see him smiling widely at me.

"Done,see you tomorrow Karl"I tell him,Karl smiles wider then before

"I've got nothing to do,I'll come pick you up"He tells me

"Sound great"I say,we sit in comfortable silence,me slowly drifting off to sleep before my flight later on.Karl was sitting his living room watching the Tv.You wake up at 4am ready for your flight at 5:30.You get ready pack for like a week then head downstairs.Make sure stuff was tidy before leaving my lonely apartment in Brighton.I went down into the garage below the apartments and went to my car and chuck my suitcase in the backseat.

After about a 15 minute drive,I make it the airport where I check in,print my ticket.Then went through security,I pulled the stuff I needed to out before making my way through the metal detecter.I then go into the food court and grab a couple of hash browns from the Mcdonalds near by then head to my gate with 30 minutes to spare.Soon enough they started boarding.

"Have a nice flight Miss.Simons"The attandent says as he scanned my ticket.I walk past and into my seat,which was a window seat.I look at some of the view for about 2 hours then decide to take a nap for a bit.When I awoke,the plane was getting ready to land.It was 4am and Karl was still happy to pick me up.I texted Karl saying I've landed as I exited the plane and went into the main part of the airport,then the entrance.

"Wait Holy shit"I say,taking in the new environment.

"I wonder if he's here yet"I mumbled,I look around the airport,looking for him.I saw him and smiled,he mad eye contact with me and smiled,I start running towards him then jump onto him,he catches me and holds me tight to him.We slowly pull apart from our hug,happy to see each other.Then my phone goes off

"Oh no,it's Tommy"I say,answering the phone

"What's up little bro"I ask the almost 18yr old

"Where are you?"He questions me

"Would you believe me if I said the shops?"I ask

"No,try again,where are you?"He intogates 

"North Carolina"I semi mumbled into the phone but he caught it

"Your in America right now"Tommy exclaims

"Yes Tommy,that's where North Carolina is"I say sarcastically.I continue to talk back and forth between Tommy and I until I hung up.I look at Karl,he then picks me up and hugs me again.I smile again at the gesture when we pull away,he unexpecting kissed me but it felt right,I kissed him back,those small sparks people say happen when you kiss,the person for you.This is perfect 

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp x reader #justdsmp1 works #mcyt x reader #mcyt #tommyinnit #mcyt x you #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs fanfic

[hoodiehydra]

OMG I LOVE IT! I would be down for a sequel! Maybe there would be a part with how Sarv would feel about Ruv's relationship with the reader! If you don't want to do a sequel, it's fine.

OOOOO YEAH THIS IS GONNA BE FUN

honestly I think I’m gonna fuck this request up too.

I can’t do something good around here ;-;

Ah well.

Ruv x gn! reader (part 2)

Honestly didn’t think you would like it this much so ty for the ask!

I like to make my fics a little comical, so more fourth wall breaking!

4th wall: No... more... please

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Fuck off, she’s mine

It’s been... how long since you two started dating? Oh yeah, a few months. Ruv was a very sweet and caring, but also stoic and silent type of boyfriend, but the good thing was that he would never talk over you, and he enjoyed listening to you talk. He was a good listener, and in return, you were a good speaker. You had a lot of topics that you loved to talk about and he enjoyed listening and watching you talk about them. You always looked so cute whenever you shared about them to him, and despite him always with a neutral look, he found it so adorable with your face looking at him with that innocent childish look and excitement. It always made his heart melt.

Your relationship was so sweet and cute, Sarvente was adoring it. You two were perfect for each other, definitely more than her and Ruv (yes she knew about it). As a friend that helped you connect with Ruv, a mutual friend, she was incredibly proud of herself for playing the matchmaker card and helping the two of you get into a relationship together.

Sarvente, the sweet nun, was definitely making the right choice when she introduced the two of you to each other. It wasn’t a mistake.

*Pats Sarvente on the back* Good job girl! CANYOUPLEASEGETMEABFPLEASE???

Sarvente would definitely delete the existence of people who try to get in the way of both you and Ruv’s relationship, if Ruv hasn’t killed them first, that is. Powerful, sweet demon lady and a stoic murderer would do anything to protect you and your relationship. I will kill whoever tries to upset you too.

You would often find yourself at the church to either hang out with Sarvente, or to find Ruv for general couple-y stuff. Basically just for comfort and stuff if you ever need it. Usually Sarvente would also gush about how you and Ruv look so cute together, which either leaves you a blushing mess, or if Ruv overhears, he’s gonna blush a little. BUT he does think about what Sarv says behind closed doors, when it’s just him. It usually makes him blush a lot too. Not as much as you, but it’s rather obvious.

Both your writer and Sarv think you two are adorable!

EXTRA: your ex comes to disturb the relationship.

You were at the park with Ruv, just enjoying the view and nature in all. The fresh air felt so comforting as you breathed it all in. You no longer felt confined within the small walls of your home and you were feeling very pleased with that. Finally, you two could just hang out, no work, nothing to disturb you.

Apparently, when I said “nothing”, the universe translated that to “your ex”.

Do I really need to state whoever just decided to waltz back into your life after cheating on you? No? thank goodness.

“Hey there, my lovely Y/N.” Ayden tried horribly to flirt with you.

You glared at him, obviously wanting him to be finally gone and done with. You shooed at him, but you forgot he was stupid and blind, and he can’t ever take a hint. Groaning, you said, “Get out of my sight, you awful cheater. We were only together for-? A few days? I don’t see that as an actual relationship, unlike my current one over here. And I’m not yours. So please, leave.”

“You’re really gonna stoop so low? For this guy? I’m pretty sure I can offer more.” Ayden smirked, which only made you cringe in disgust.

You failed to notice Ruv giving Ayden a death glare, and Ruv muttered, “Go away, asshole.”

Ayden was appalled. Fucking APPALLED. This bitch- oh Ruv was about to kill him. But not in the park. He wouldn’t make this place a crime scene in a few minutes, even though he really wanted to.

He gently guided you away from Ayden, and pointed the middle finger at the cheating asshole, and he mouthed “Don’t follow us if you want to leave, fucker.”

This caused Ayden to stop in his tracks. Ruv was absolutely fucking terrifying, and definitely not someone he wanted to mess with. You two left, but  Sarv saw the whole thing since she wanted to tell you two in person about finally discovering her demon form.

The whole thing played in front of her.

Might as well put this new form to use, heh.

And none of you ever saw Ayden again.

GOOOOO SARV GOOOOO WOOOOHOOO

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And that’s it! Sorry it took a while, heh. I hope you liked it.

#fnf ruv x reader #fnf ruv #fnf sarvente #fnf mfm #wheeeee my brain is dead #hydrawriter #x reader #glassbreaker’s treasure trove

[eddieslittlefreak]

you belong with me - steddie ff.

summary: steve thinks eddie and chrissy has a thing going on, and chrissy just doesn’t seem to get it why steve dislikes her, so she finally asks it.

note: steve has an ultimate teenage-girl-crush here on eddie, let’s be real lmao<3 it’s quite a short one, but my bigger project called ‘you got the cinema’ is coming soon, get ready xx

 Rumor had it that Eddie and Chrissy had stuff going on and it made Steve freak out. It’s not that he hated Chrissy or anything.. at least until this rumor popped up, because now Steve Harrington was downhill on the way of going to heaven. He just couldn’t stand being around Chrissy anymore and the poor girl didn’t understand why. They always been some kind of friends. Not the ones who you can call in the middle of the night because you wanna go out to a car ride and eat junk food, but definitely someone who you could count on and eat M&M’s with in the parking lot after school. Steve felt awful about the sudden wave of disliking Chrissy, but at this point he needed to admit that he was head over heels for Eddie who had been hanging out with her a lot lately. Chrissy had a boyfriend, Jason. But holy shit, this didn’t calm Steve down. He was even thinking about mentioning this to Jason before, but he immediately got rid of this idea. Long story short, Steve was jealous and Chrissy was kind of sad, because lately he always turned off her offers to hang out. 

“Later maybe you could come over. We could watch some horror movies? Maybe the ones that make you jump so I can have a good laugh.” Eddie offered to Steve, who was rolling his eyes.

“That was one time.. alright, around four, but those were pretty scary movies okay?” Eddie pretended to agree so he could save Steve’s ego a bit. “But I’m totally in. Only if I don’t need to drive home afterwards. I hate night driving.” 

“That’s why I always drive when we go out after midnight.” yeah, Eddie was that kind of friend to Steve. Maybe those late night car rides were the reason why Steve started to like Eddie more than just a friend. A little bit more than a friend, but even more desperately and eagerly. Or maybe it was how Eddie always sat so close to Steve while watching the movies, or the way he always shared his food with him, the way his fingers got lost so easily in Steve’s perfectly styled hair or..

The thing was that Steve might have been crushing on him for such a long time, he wasn’t even sure what made it happen. But oh, he was sure in one thing; that jealousy can turn you into a bitch sometimes.

“Hey guys.” Chrissy showed up next to them and it made Steve tense up. “Sick shirt, Eddie, where did you get it?” she smiled and made sure to turn to Steve to as well, but she only got a blank face from him which kinda.. well made her sad, actually.

“I brought it in the mall the other day, it’s cool, ain’t it?” he bragged about it with a proud grin.

“Yeah, so cool..” Steve was murmuring it under his nose, so Chrissy decided that it was on time.

“Steve, could we talk? Please? It’s important.” Steve looked at her with not much excitement, but he didn’t want Eddie to question what was all of this fuss about from his side towards Chrissy.

“Sure.” he nodded. “Later, Eds.”

“See ya.” he smiled then turned to walk away, leaving Steve and Chrissy alone.

“Maybe we could talk in the parking lot? Our spot?” she tried again, her tone is still warm, but Steve was as cold as an iceberg. He just started to walk towards their spot. Inside he was feeling like shit, because Chrissy genuinely tried to be nice to him, she didn’t have a problem with Steve. She liked him and hoped to be closer friends with him, but she had enough of Steve completely ignoring her existence, or when time to time he when he doesn’t ignored her, then having fun hating her. 

As they arrived to that one specific part of the parkling lot, Chrissy turned to Steve.

“Okay. Talk.” she said, making Steve furrow his eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” he said, his voice surprised as he looked at her.

“What’s wrong, Steve?” Chrissy sighed. “We used to be friends. I would have even loved to get to know you better, you’re a nice guy. But lately you always avoiding me, you look at me like your worst enemy, you don’t even say “hi” anymore. Why? Did I do something wrong?” yeah, that stabbed Steve right in the heart.

“No, it’s not that..” he said, talking like a toddler who had been deeply offended.

“Then what? Steve, tell me, please. I want this to work out. I miss you, alright? I miss our little afternoon hanging outs, and you talking about the guys. Your little babysitting club.” she said with a small chuckle. “We were going so good, I even got to know Eddie, because I know you two are close.” Steve bit his lip and Chrissy looked at him in wonder, than in the shock of realization. “Oh my God.” she said with a surprised smile. “Is it because of Eddie?” Steve avoided her gaze. “Is it because people saying we’re going out?”

“People been talking lately and.. you know.” Steve spoke softly, unsure of what to say.

“Steve..” Chrissy smiled. “There is absolutely nothing between me and Eddie. Even if I wasn’t dating Jason, it wouldn’t change a thing. Almost all of our talking subjects are about you, anyways.” Steve eyes widened and yeah, now he felt bad. Even worse than before. "I wouldn't even try because I know you like him." and yeah, Steve now wished to sink into the ground and disappear forever.

“How do you..?” Chrissy gave Steve a look that made him bit down the other half of the sentence. “Look I’m.. I was being a total asshole, but I didn’t really.. shit, I can’t even say a single thing that makes sense!” he sighed, so Chrissy secured him with a smile. “I’m genuinely sorry, Chris. I like you, you’re a nice person and I’m all into this getting closer stuff.”

“Apology accapted. But just because you’re head over heels for Eddie. That’s you’re only excuse, but it better not be happening again.” Chrissy smiled and this time Steve smiled, too. It gave Chrissy such a big relief. “Alright. Tell me all about it. When did you fall in love with him? We can sit down here somewhere and eat some M&M’s if you like.”

“Honestly, I have no clue how it happened.” Steve nodded as they settled down and he started to talk while Chrissy was listening to his every word, soft wind blowing around them and all Chrissy could hear was Steve’s love-soaked voice.

#steddie #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steddie fic #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington is bisexual #eddie munson is gay

[joshuaalbert]

very late but. wesley :]

favorite thing about them 

as will be a constant refrain throughout this post I have said this before but I have an overactive older sibling instinct so the most important thing here is that he is a little guy doing his best. in terms of actual traits, ik some people find him bratty but that’s always confused me bc like over and over again he goes out of his way to help people. like the whole b plot of icarus agenda stands out as being real endearing and yeah it’s goody two shoes characterization whatever but it is my god given right to appreciate some kindness in a character. it’s a harsh world yknow? but conversely i also like when he’s a bitch bc i think it’s funny.

i just. also. this requires giving credit to r*n m**re whose heart i would eat in the marketplace etc etc but the first duty is so fucking episode and the progression to journey’s end conceptually is really fascinating. execution of journey’s end? needs improvement. but the idea is SO. it’s so. like yes there are really interesting undertones to wesley’s character present in seasons 1-4 but i think a lot of them are far more meaningful when you return to them after the late season episodes. like. there’s a reason i think about the first duty-lower decks-journey’s end arc all the fucking time.

hang on this got long as shit so im gonna hit this with a read more before we continue on

least favorite thing about them

from a writing perspective they fucked up by not letting him make any significant mistakes pre first duty which is part of why first duty is so good. like that’s just not...how making a character works. i personally think it would’ve been good to have him fail the psych test the first time because there would be a lot to work with there but in s1 that just wasn’t the show they were making. from like a personality perspective. i mean i cant blame him for being the most repressed bitch alive in several key ways but please go to therapy.

brOTP

ok i gotta use this opportunity to get this off my chest (again. because i think this was in my post first duty rant somewhere on my other blog that i gotta find again) but like it’s so weird when the show tries to convince us he has meaningful friendships with kids his own age on the enterprise because like. he definitely doesn’t. his friends each show up for like one episode either for a plot point or literally just to prove to his mom or whoever that he has friends but he spends all his free time either alone or with the senior officers. he does not have friends his own age and i think that very much plays into his dynamic with the squadron later. that said i do think his dynamic with riker is fun and i also love writing his friendship with jaxa now that i’ve nailed down a vibe that was kind of eluding me lmao.

OTP

#cralbertgang but like. do i trust anyone else with it? outside of the little universe i have constructed? unsure. i just know that i watched first duty and was like hey man it’s kinda gay to forget your sweater on a ski trip with the kid whose entire civilian wardrobe is weird sweaters and then to keep it for a month after and while that is by no means the point of the episode, it was an interesting little side thing to ponder. in canon i don’t think it would have been a mutual thing but it’s interesting to explore out of canon. it’s also. like. as stated above none of wesley’s earlier friendships are that convincing so it’s wild that they did actually successfully imply this friendship with like four lines let alone set up the potential for anything else. 

nOTP

i mean. wesley x literally any of the adult main characters but i feel like the one ive run into the most is wesley x riker which is like an incredible misreading of their dynamic to me and also like. even if it’s after wesley turns 18 it implies that riker was Waiting For Him To Turn 18 which is. uh. uhhh. don’t like that! and like ik it’s not 1:1 writing a fic about something equals glorification of that thing, i understand that sometimes people want to explore a dynamic Because there’s something wrong with it that they want to examine, but a lot of times with this specifically im like oh you wanted to ship two white guys and picard was too bald for you.

random headcanon

man i gotta stop posting every thought i have the moment it comes into my head bc now im like uhh what haven’t i already said. ive already said that half his classmates definitely think he’s dead post journey’s end. i think he likes the idea of marriage because he only got to see it very briefly with his own parents but this is another concept that’s idealized to him, and whether or not he ever manages it himself is up to your personal perception of postcanon. i think he’s bad at poker because he has not accepted his queerness but the correlation there is just that that happened to younger me. i think he talks in his sleep. 

unpopular opinion

yeah like both of us have said he is not a funny gen z meme kid. and like a certain percentage of content for any character is gonna be. incorrect quotes style content? of like VERY loose very exaggerated characterization but i feel like for him that’s kind of all you get. admittedly i don’t check tags and shit that often im kind of just vibing but it doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of engagement with the actual character. this isn’t really an unpopular opinion ive just kind of gone off the rails. whatever.

OH wait okay i thought of something but but a bunch of the youtube comments for the nemesis deleted scene are about how like it wasn’t canon compliant that he would come back for the wedding or be back in starfleet temporarily or whatever and i have beef with that bc im like. dude maybe he just missed his friends and family and wanted to hang out with them for a while. let him chill.

song i associate with them

this is really just me consolidating every post i’ve ever made about him huh. but like kiss off by violent femmes IS the post first duty-pre journey’s end wesley song to me. just like. everything adding up over time until you’re miserable and it feels like the universe is against you and you start lashing out as a result. like it’s a depressing association but i heard it for the first time in years like a month ago and was like holy shit. wesley song.

favorite picture of them

i have a fondness for top 1 photo of wesley crusher that could also be a photo of gordie lachance

#this took so long because i am. insane. #i love to say so many words #ask game #wesley crusher #ty!!

[ooh-its-simp]

I'm having an awful week.... So here's random facts about me and this beautiful fucking hoe of mine 😩😩:

Shorter and I would get so high or drunk off our faces, we end up slow dancing to upbeat club music at a rave party

Learnt to get around New York City because of him

Shorter does the cooking coz he can't stand bland boiled vegetables and meat... not my fault it's good for you SHEESH =3=

He likes my baking at least.. and he's suprised that it ain't bland XD

During art school, I couldn't stop drawing him. (Also true irl, I will admit. Except art school being in America. I never left this oversized island before XD) And honestly still can't stop.

We argue over which consoles better. He prefers Playstation while I prefer Xbox.... then Ash slam dunks us with PC having mods, 4K and more games. Like bruh.

I call his motorcycle Red Steed

Shorter chose the gamer tag "The BFG" Which I've mistaken for as "The Big Friendly Giant"... but he was referring to the weapon in DOOM 4/ Eternal "The Big Fucking Gun" And of course he changed it after that convo XDD

Out of all of Shorter's friends, I can't get along with Ash. Simply because every game he touches beats my high score and I have to spend all day and night trying to reclaim the dozens of high scores =-=

Shorter would definitely hate my dad, especially while my dad's drunk and wouldn't hesitate to beat his ass. And he doesn't need my permission to either. Someone needs to knock some sense into that fool when he gets like that.

I swear Shorter teaching me Chinese and making me say it after him is his plan to kill me with embarrassment. But he convinced me he's being genuine by letting me teach him Te Reo... now I understand why he likes making me nervous XDD

Ngl I love it when he's emotional or sensitive, its so fucking sweet

I've met Nadia and she's so fucking cool, I love it when she talks about every single embarrassing story she has of her brother.. but Shorter hates it. Probably why he doesn't like hanging around his sister while I'm there, if he had to stay then he's probably thinking "Wow, they're bitches from different witches alright."

He never admitted that he was in a gang yet and I haven't admitted that I have PCOS, Diabetes type 2 or Hypertension... coz I have no idea what he'd do if he finds out this whole time we can't have a kid so easily or at all if it was ever decided ^^;... then again, what would I be thinking if he told me he leads a whole mafia and killed people before? o3o;

I play Fortnite and he hates seeing it on the TV almost every... Fortnite 👀 (bad pun ik XD)

Between me and Shorter, I'm mostly terrible to sleep with. I kneed him hard in the butt once in our sleep and now we have a pillow barrier between us.. still gotta get use to sharing a bed XD

I hate it when he watches me draw coz he knows I'm always drawing him

It was a surprise to me that he could do graffiti art and shamelessly flawless at it, but he has no idea why I'm making such a big deal out of it

I appreciate how he likes to talk about his culture, means he's closer to home than we think. Me? I rather be far from my home as possible tbh XD

If I had to explain how I fell for him, it was like a honey bee to a sweetpea... meaning his purple hair caught my attention like a colorful flower to a bee. And the flower turning out to be the sweetest of them all

Oh I love the manga version just as much, but he won't get my attention as easily no doubt, unless he approaches first, then hell yeah.

I never believed Shorter's his real name and he believes Nature isn't my name either XD

I can't remember (or haven't decided o3o) where our first kiss was but it was either at a party or at the old Freedom Tunnel

Speaking of first, we didn't know each others exsistance until we glance across the road

Okay, I'm finally done and was actually a lot of fun. But I think I can nap. Happy sailing, Shippers!

#The weeks just getting worst 😮‍💨 #i really need to get three jobs for my own house #would rather have nothing else on my mind #im a rambler not a chatter #anyone getting high tonight? #i am tired #really tired #tummy hurts too #im in love with him help #self ship community #self ship content #selfship #selfshipping #f/o #self insert #romantic f/o #shorter wong #banana fish #anime #manga #f/o gush #rambles #ramblings #long post #romantic f/o:💜🍍

[zainmalik]

How did you get into larry?

Alright anon who is definitely not someone from wiwwy, here’s how it happened

So, on March 11, 2022 my dear friend and love Liz @ghostpran got this lovely ask. My Larrie mutuals, don’t look at it

At that point I was not a Larrie nor did I have the intention looking anything up. We made memes about this ask. We laughed at (what at the moment was) the absurdity of it.

Fast forward, exactly a month after joking around my friend sent me this text

That video is a snippet of the Larrie timeline. For your sake I won’t say what it was but I’m still screaming about it

I was, it was revealing

SO. SHAMELESS.

Alright, but that wasn’t what got me into Larrie. It was just a thing in passing. Like who cares if these two are a thing you know?

Then a couple of days after my friend asked us to hang out. We did. We had an amazing day. We went back to hers and she suggested we watched the Larrie timeline together. I was like, sure! Why not?? It’s just for fun right?

Wrong.

The more we got into it the more I was like, wait a minute

Funny thing is that my friend and I were waiting for the moment where they supposedly broke up, because that’s what we believed. It never came.

That night I went home and watched the parts I missed. I also decided to listen to the songs that were supposedly about each other. Long story short, I got into them, and got into One Direction as a consequence.

But I was like, I can’t be a Larrie. No, I can’t be. But what if it’s true? But I can’t be. So that’s where I realized I could be neutral about it. So that’s what I called myself, neutral. As time went by though I became less and less sure about my neutrality. Or in simple words I didn’t want to admit I was a Larrie.

But in the midst of a very chaotic year Louis’ songs get leaked. There’s a particular song, All Along, which changed everything.

“We saw Ed in Manchester

I held you while he played.

Every time I hear his songs

It takes me to that place.”

The only two who very publicly saw Ed Sheeran in Manchester were Harry and Louis. I proceeded to have a whole breakdown about it on wiwwy. One that Kai and Jake had to witness, and one Liz missed completely.

It was the last piece that made me go, yeah, I can’t keep denying I’m a Larrie. So then I was like, hey guys, the Larrie thing? Yeah, I am one. And everyone on wiwwy were like, yeah, we know Jackie. Tell us something we don’t know.

Bitches (affectionate)

And that’s how I became a Larrie. If you’ve told me early this year I would get into One Direction, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson I would’ve laughed in your face. If you’ve told me I would become a Larrie I would’ve punched you in the face. Yet here we are

#ask #answered #anonymous #but not really #this got long

[wavygrayvy]

Pls tell me the story of how u realized you were gay

Sure! So when I was in seventh grade, my dad’s horrible bitch of an ex (not my mom, the other one) had a cabin up in the mountains, and she said I could invite a friend to stay there with us for the weekend. Interestingly, I decided to invite the girl in the friend group I was the least close to who I’ll call Ava for the sake of the story rather my best friend. My logic was I got lots of quality one-on-one time with my bff and the other girls but rarely saw Ava outside of school unless it was the whole group, and I knew Ava and I got along because I sat next to her in math class and we’d had a sleepover once about a year before.

So Ava, my dad, the wicked bitch, and I get up to the mountains, and our first activity is going to the drive-in theater. The adults sit in the front seat of the car, and Ava and I get folding camping chairs in front of the cars. It’s October in the mountains and it’s a little chilly, so Ava wanted to keep her whole body wrapped in her blanket. So she essentially convinced me (or maybe I offered) to feed her and let her eat the snacks (cheetos and fun size twix bars) from my hands so hers could stay warm.

One of the nights we were in our room we were sharing in the cabin, and were hanging out listening to music when some of Ava’s favorite anime intros came on and she performed them for me. I admittedly more impressed than I should have been by both her singing talent in a second language but also her enthusiasm and joy as she stood on the upper level of the trundle bed smiling down at me.

Ava was really into “artsy” photography at the time. Think very generic Pinterest-y nature shots with layers of filters pre-VSCO so I’m talking iPhone photos app editing and then think about that through the lens of slightly depressed 12 year old girls. Yeah. I’ll add some of our actual photos below. Anyway, after she introduced me to this I thought it made her even cooler and we went out behind the cabin for hours taking our pictures and sharing with each other as we went.

After that we came inside to watch tv, and Ava laid her head on my shoulder like many other times that weekend. And my god did that make me feel some kind of way. (We did other stuff that weekend too like go to the local pumpkin festival, a retro ice cream shop, and this fancy rustic resort club thing Bitchy McBitch had a membership at, but those details are blurrier. Thought I’d include them though so you didn’t think I spent 2 and half days just taking shitty pictures at looking gayly at this girl.)

By the end of the weekend, Ava and I had bonded just as I had hoped. Unfortunately maybe it was too much because every time she smiled at me or laughed at my joke or touched me at all I was feeling butterflies. I remember so vividly my anxiety and fear on the ride home. Ava was asleep, my dad and (insert funny bitch joke here) were whispering about their responsibilities for the week ahead, and I sat in the backseat using the last 5% of my phone battery googling friendship quotes to try to convince myself I was feeling normal friend feelings.

After a few days at school, what I finally accepted as a crush passed. It really was just circumstancial. I think it was the combination of getting to know a cute girl who I had rapport with but wasn’t so close to that the loss of her would devastate me in isolation with the right amount of intimate (no not like that) contact. The physical contact especially so because our friend group was like anti-touchy feely. In hindsight it makes sense because a lot of us were neurodivergent and at least one was a victim of ab*se so uh both groups that sometimes get weird about hugs.

I think it was definitely for the best that I invited Ava and not my best friend at the time because after the cabin trip opened me up to my ability to have feelings for a girl, over the next few weeks I realized I had an absolutely massive crush on said best friend. Like we were 12 and I was convinced she was the love of my life. (Later found out she liked me back over a year later and I broke up with someone because I still liked her that whole time and thought we were going to do something about it but uh we didn’t and I still regret it but anyway)

Ava never found out about any of this and we just organically grew apart and I haven’t talked to or really thought about her much in 4 years. Hope she’s doing well.

So yeah that’s the story! Sorry it’s so long and sorry if it’s a bit of a mess. Didn’t sleep last night.

#roastedchickpeas #oh look an ask #about me

[baekhvuns]

I'm sorry, but Arsenal went from 0:2 to 3:2, first half was embarrassing but then they went desperate mode and they're still first SO I'M GOOD. Vini was clowning that's true, but Gavi??? Crazy guy 🔫 anyways, I'm waiting for CL, idc about this Spanish bullshit 💀 Liverpool said WE'RE REDEEMING OURSELVES FUCK YOU ALL 😭 this is hilarious tbh... sad, but wtf. PSG vs Bayern soon, how we feeling? 💀

I hope not to see anything Gr**nw**d related except him going to jail. I hate how easy some people are to persuade... shit like this is nuanced.

That obsessed weirdo isn't my friend, come oooon, I just met her in a queue then at a birthday cafe and I thought she was alright.

The fact SM doesn't even blur miss Judy's face and she's trying to convince us it's because she's with them?! They even blur staff members, be serious bitch. But why isn't SM doing anything?

I would say kpop is at its peak when it comes to popularity, the only reason some things are going down is the decrease in music quality and the oversaturation, some companies are doing TOO MUCH. Hybe thinks they're the cool new and hip co-worker who got hired and wanna change everything and "help" the old workers even though no one asked? SM has a lot of issues and crimes that they committed, but Hybe IS NOT going to help

Yeah Europe loves knives 🙃 it's worrying. Paris is bad, Atz needs to get away asap, I can't believe the French menace got 2 stops. Lmao I guess the IG video is right, Berlin is the alt city, so I can definitely see people like that

Not me getting Britishised 😭 when I went to the UK for the first time when I was around 12 I didn't know English, I could understand it, but speaking was a no no. My friend's cousin from Ireland hang out with us and I was so shocked, I couldn't understand her at all, but my friend - a native English speaker said "tbh I understand every 5 words she says". Now I'm used to the accents, I actually struggle with some American ones. Father Baek ily <3 it's good idc. British cousine is mostly gross and the names of the dishes? I still can't believe spotted dick exists. But some stuff are good, especially the vegan versions

Nope, Cornish people are fun and chill. YOU GUYS? As if people didn't comment on my messy accent in the past 💀 I wanted to sound more British, but guess I was trying too hard and some people were mad I was attempting to sound like someone I wasn't. Fun times </3

Really? No Woo fics? I wonder why, tbh I have no clue, I rarely read fics and when I do it's only Hwa. Hmmm, I don't fond hockey attractive, so I'd go for racer or fencer actually.

At this point Shinestars need to set up our fashion brand and use Hwa as our model and ambassador. Don't have mortgage, because I can't afford a house, heh 🥰 but SK is nice, I went to the trampoline/climbing park Atz filmed episode 7 of Salary Lupin at!

What?! I did not order Seonghwa's winter MD who said I did?!?!? Please no robbery!

The Korean spelling of Xikers is Ssaikeouseu, so in English it should be Saikers....... choices

My friend watched Horimiya thanks to me and she was convinced it was an older show, we definitely need more shoujo anime 🥰 Btw I watched this one show and this guy, he's a commander and professional simp, I love him https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uPwVxfYEwWg (for some reason I can't link anymore, sorry about that :/)

Alchemy of Souls didn't have to go that hard... I bet Hwa is tearing up watching

LA fans don't get as many stuff as Korean fans, but they're definitely extremely privileged. Speaking of, this bitch cannot be serious https://twitter.com/byeonbang_tiny/status/1631655077080629249?t=JjxE_WgNbAqpVrON4RvuLg&s=19 Apparently it's a priv of a problematic fansite ajshaujsjwjsiwjjwjw

Sorry? https://twitter.com/hoonhub/status/1632622782927323137?t=Ku7FG51bRsDVZJic-n_j5Q&s=19 why is this fandom full of unfunny losers. He was just sitting down eating while a friend was taking a photo? This: https://twitter.com/rubiIIage/status/1632723356972621826?t=3pRP_dorCvQDYs0c9b4axQ&s=19

Anyways look how beautiful, this fit aaaaaaaaaa https://twitter.com/pshsource/status/1632806590733598722?t=wOzvOEM6LFwiscXbMVaAwQ&s=19

I went to sleep after 4am thanks to him 🥰 He also trimmed his hair, but.... I'll allow it. He looked like a model, but then proceeded to show off his lightsaber pens 😭🤧😢

🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 then the way he just appeared in his pjs and laid in bed? https://twitter.com/thinkingabtpsh/status/1632816075858427910?t=XcKNOX6iFjj7mT98_GOeTw&s=19 - DV 💖

hello!!

I'm sorry, but Arsenal went from 0:2 to 3:2, first half was embarrassing but then they went desperate mode and they're still first SO I'M GOOD. Vini was clowning that's true, but Gavi??? Crazy guy 🔫 anyways, I'm waiting for CL, idc about this Spanish bullshit 💀 Liverpool said WE'RE REDEEMING OURSELVES FUCK YOU ALL 😭 this is hilarious tbh… sad, but wtf. PSG vs Bayern soon, how we feeling? 💀

YOU WON BUT FOR WHAT, GOT RM AND MANU CRYING 😭😭😭😭 sEEE NOW, vini does this on a daily but if gavi does it it’s a big tHing 🔫 but u know what i respect, he plays like veratti who’s available for like 10 games a year bc of his red cards jvdkwhckc u can bet gavi won’t do that the next leg bc pedri will calm him down <3 LMFAOOOO SUDDENLY NO INTEREST IN LA LIGA???? 😭😭😭 LIVERPOOL ABSOLUTELY ANNIHILATED MANU IM SO SURPRISED WITH THE EASE THEY DID IT ITS SO FUNNY RBEJFH psg v bayern, u know i have no hope bc 1. neymar’s out for surgery, 2. they still suck at defence 3. somewhat good thing is that messi & mbappe are actually DOING SOMETHING,,, so iM PREDICTING it’s either a 1-0 like last time, a draw or bayern going crazy or just disgrace but tbh it’s psg so can’t expect anything

maybe rm redemption arc in summer? theyre trying to get mbappe now 😬

I hope not to see anything Grnwd related except him going to jail. I hate how easy some people are to persuade… shit like this is nuanced. /// That obsessed weirdo isn't my friend, come oooon, I just met her in a queue then at a birthday cafe and I thought she was alright.

no seriously it’s the way the fans on instagram are still rotting for him bc he’s in his ‘prime’ and will eventually ‘become bigger’ yeah, a bigger idiot,,, he might as well retire or go china,,, LMFAOOO 😭😭😭 she must’ve been really nice for u to not notice her vibes 😭😭

The fact SM doesn't even blur miss Judy's face and she's trying to convince us it's because she's with them?! They even blur staff members, be serious bitch. But why isn't SM doing anything?

NO LITERALLY LIKE WHAT DOES SHE GOT ON THEM BC THEY USUALLY BLUR EVERY ONGOER IN VLOGS,,, ppl are going a little 📈📉 over some theories regarding her,,, nct’s team knows judy! someone reached out to them and apparently they know about her, hopefully the hefty lawsuit comes to her and her friends bc damn

I would say kpop is at its peak when it comes to popularity, the only reason some things are going down is the decrease in music quality and the oversaturation, some companies are doing TOO MUCH. Hybe thinks they're the cool new and hip co-worker who got hired and wanna change everything and "help" the old workers even though no one asked? SM has a lot of issues and crimes that they committed, but Hybe IS NOT going to help

true! but the popularity is like, this one person said thiS perfectly but i can’t find it but it was something along the lines of people assuming kpop is worldwide just because ppl know of them on twt, twt ≠ worldwide fame! DEFINITELY THE MUSIC QUALITY also probably the way they’re marketing idols, there’s like no fun, even at award shows, like not even a smile atp 😭😭 i def think companies caught onto the lore thing and now everyone and their mother has a lore to it, which can make things complicated + the way not many are experimenting with diff genres which sm does! but recently it’s been a 📉📈📉 hybe’s saviour complex is mad,,, the way their stans are like no one wants sm BUT HYBS GOING ABOVE AND BEYOND FOR IT SO WHY DONT THEY LEAVE THEM BE 😭😭😭 why are they funnelling money for SM 😭😭??  atp kakao is good bc at least they’re not trying to put a hand in the management or direction bc hybe def’s getting mhj in it and it’s 🔫🔫

Yeah Europe loves knives 🙃 it's worrying. Paris is bad, Atz needs to get away asap, I can't believe the French menace got 2 stops. Lmao I guess the IG video is right, Berlin is the alt city, so I can definitely see people like that ///  Not me getting Britishised 😭 when I went to the UK for the first time when I was around 12 I didn't know English, I could understand it, but speaking was a no no. My friend's cousin from Ireland hang out with us and I was so shocked, I couldn't understand her at all, but my friend - a native English speaker said "tbh I understand every 5 words she says". Now I'm used to the accents, I actually struggle with some American ones. Father Baek ily <3 it's good idc. British cousine is mostly gross and the names of the dishes? I still can't believe spotted dick exists. But some stuff are good, especially the vegan versions

NO LITERALLY WHY DID PARIS GET 2 STOPS 🤨🤨🤨 this makes sense w my new fic where yunho’s a parisian with identity crisis so i guess it’s valid then <3  will report back to u the day i visit berlin 🫡 a whole ppt presentation with black smudged eyeliner,, LMFAOOO FORGET UR BAPTISM UR BRITISHISIZED 😭😭😭 stop bc the ireland english would be a whole new level of english,, father baek has an obsession with it that he tries to shove it down on my throat, will nEVER EAT THAT 🤚🏻 spotted dick is so ???? 😭😭 hilarious pls have u ever ate it?? the hongjoong san video w jolly right after our discussion, HONGJOONGS REACTIONS FBWND

Nope, Cornish people are fun and chill. YOU GUYS? As if people didn't comment on my messy accent in the past 💀 I wanted to sound more British, but guess I was trying too hard and some people were mad I was attempting to sound like someone I wasn't. Fun times </3

YES YOU GUYS DBWBDJS 😭😭😭 nAURRRR AND U WERE LIKE 12???? JAIL TO ALL OF THEM 🔫🔫🔫 it be ur own people fr,, i rmr when i came here, it wasn't even about my accent, it was bc of where i was from so everything stereotypical was blamed on me <3

Really? No Woo fics? I wonder why, tbh I have no clue, I rarely read fics and when I do it's only Hwa. Hmmm, I don't fond hockey attractive, so I'd go for racer or fencer actually.

no bc same 😭😭 these days i don’t know read fics anymore, me too! usually if miss tenelka writes them 🤲🏻🤲🏻 see the hockey player was a junior x senior one <3 wILL save that for choi san!

At this point Shinestars need to set up our fashion brand and use Hwa as our model and ambassador. Don't have mortgage, because I can't afford a house, heh 🥰 but SK is nice, I went to the trampoline/climbing park Atz filmed episode 7 of Salary Lupin at! /// What?! I did not order Seonghwa's winter MD who said I did?!?!? Please no robbery!

NO LITERALLY IT’S A CRIME ATP! waiting for the day it comes true and it seems 1 step closer with balmain x hj, now we need some crazy photoshoot with any brand atp 😭😭 omg the mortgage here with the inflation iS MENTAL!! OOOOOOOO WHERE THEY ALL THREW HANDS AT EACH OTHER??? did u guys try to imitate that bc 🔫 IM REALLY ON MY WAY, SINCE UR IN SK I CAN GO TO UR PLACE EASILY

The Korean spelling of Xikers is Ssaikeouseu, so in English it should be Saikers……. choices //// My friend watched Horimiya thanks to me and she was convinced it was an older show, we definitely need more shoujo anime 🥰 Btw I watched this one show and this guy, he's a commander and professional simp, I love him (for some reason I can't link anymore, sorry about that :/)

saikers….the anime loving ceo is back at it again,,, WE NEED MORE SHOUJO BACK!!! horimiya’s art is so pretty, did ur friend watch maid sana 👁👁 HE’S A COMMANDER???? HELLOOO FBMWDBMWBDWK (no worries! for some reason i can’t answer ur asks on my tumblr phone app and it just doesn’t post so if it’s late it’s bc im trying to copy paste this to my laptop 😭😭)

Alchemy of Souls didn't have to go that hard… I bet Hwa is tearing up watching /// LA fans don't get as many stuff as Korean fans, but they're definitely extremely privileged. Speaking of, this bitch cannot be serious Apparently it's a priv of a problematic fansite ajshaujsjwjsiwjjwjw

alchemy of soul is my simp nation <3 also the glory pt 2 is on the way!!! help that fansite is like exo’s korean fans 😭😭😭😭😭 gatekeeping artists now?? come on u literally LIVE IN THE SAME COUNTRY u guys get free uni concerts all we get is broken flash mobs 😭😭😭

Sorry? why is this fandom full of unfunny losers. He was just sitting down eating while a friend was taking a photo? /// This: https://twitter.com/rubiIIage/status/1632723356972621826?t=3pRP_dorCvQDYs0c9b4axQ&s=19

was not able to access the video but iM gonna agree with u blINDLY BC twt atiny’s are really unfunny,, so ppl are upset bc he was sitting alone and atiny’s joked about it? i mean like isnt that what friends do? like sit alone and the other sees them and takes a photo to idk later send it to them for funsies 😭😭

Anyways look how beautiful, this fit aaaaaaaaaa I went to sleep after 4am thanks to him 🥰 He also trimmed his hair, but…. I'll allow it. He looked like a model, but then proceeded to show off his lightsaber pens 😭🤧😢 ////🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 then the way he just appeared in his pjs and laid in bed? - DV 💖

YEAH THIS MAN, HE’S GOT TO STOP, HE HAS THE MUSHROOM HAIR AND THE OUTFIT??? SCREAMS YSL IMFHWKFHWK MODEL HWA 🫡🫡 IS ALIVE!  

what the hell what the hell pt2

anon,,, 😯

when we had originality

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

[noteguk]

bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though! 

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry 

— words; 7,2k 

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation. 

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;) 

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target. 

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all. 

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved. 

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex. 

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed. 

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?” 

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs. 

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him. 

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.” 

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained. 

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?” 

Be good? 

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention. 

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss. 

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem. 

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits. 

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening. 

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time. 

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned. 

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.” 

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.” 

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way. 

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved. 

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.” 

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. ��God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.” 

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history. 

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer. 

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member. 

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.” 

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away. 

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?” 

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.” 

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.” 

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his. 

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.” 

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.” 

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.” 

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move. 

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking. 

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.” 

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.” 

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried. 

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.” 

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up. 

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.” 

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.” 

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.” 

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.” 

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.” 

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.” 

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.” 

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” 

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you. 

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped. 

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the  ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said. 

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.” 

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.” 

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.” 

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?” 

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.” 

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly. 

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined —  when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.” 

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.” 

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?” 

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.” 

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock. 

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.” 

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release. 

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased. 

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said. 

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.” 

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?” 

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.” 

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.” 

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.” 

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?” 

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.” 

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him. 

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that. 

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.” 

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him. 

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.” 

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?” 

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.” 

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you. 

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point. 

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.” 

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.” 

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”  

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes. 

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.” 

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was. 

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.” 

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside. 

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.” 

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat. 

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath. 

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.” 

~ 

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it. 

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

~

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