drunk concept

12:19am: hey, it’s been a while. how are you? where have you been? are you sleeping better? are you still so lonely?

1:04am: i’m not drunk, okay? i’m not. i just miss you. that’s all, that’s all.

1:46am: just call me back, alright?

1:58am: somebody said you found somebody new. does she love you? does it hurt?

2:04am: i don’t even miss you, dammit. i don’t know what i’m doing. i don’t think about you anymore. i don’t care.

2:05am: whatever, i’m blocking your number.

2:07am: okay so i didn’t block your number. i still hate you though.

2:11am: i don’t hate you.

7:28am: sorry, i passed out. i don’t even remember what i said. can you just forget all this? can you just forget me?

—  VOICEMAILS || s.o.

7:09am: so ur gone again and that’s the only thing i can seem 2 write about. the world’s still spinning and i’m still alone but don’t worry, i won’t call u.

12:28pm: just tell me where u r, that’s all.

12:31pm: srry, mondays r hard.

10:19pm: still haven’t heard from u. u ok? u want to come back now? i still miss u, i’m srry.

10:42pm: why did u call like that? why did u hang up so quick?

11:14pm: stop leaving me voicemails. i don’t want 2 talk anymore. srry.

8:01am: do u remember last night?
u said i love u, i said r u drunk,
what do u think that means?

—  part ii || s.o.

anonymous asked:

at ur huge movie after party, harry accidentally announces ur sortaa private relationship with him cuz he was a lil' tipsy and he doesnt know how the world finds out the next day, akudirnqiaofiwnf

Girl, I found this concept hilarious, I’m sure that baby duck would be in that level of clumsy lmao. 

It is hot in the fancy club. Warm lights are travelling all over the place, enlivening the atmosphere. The loud music swallows all the murmur formed by the conversations being held in each and every corner of the crowded room.

And Harry is taking part in one of them.

He’s been buzzing all night, happy because you are happy. Seeing you light up the room with your smile gives him the greatest bliss, which can only be dimmed by the distance from where he has to stare at it. He can only think about how bad he wants to congratulate you for your success in the form of a passionate kiss, not caring about anyone seeing you; but for the sake of the relationship, he has to limit to just watch you blush at the thousand compliment of the night from the distance.

The heat in the room makes the glasses of cold champagne running around the constraints of the club appetising all of a sudden. His eyes close in pleasure when he feels the cool liquor run down the pipe of his throat, satisfying his needs and marking his system with perky touches.

He soon becomes addicted to the feeling. Glass after glass, the alcohol starts to take over his system, making him the most talkative person in the room.

“Mate, m’girl looks amazing tonight, doesn’t she?” He babbles, pointing at you.

“Sorry, who?” The man he’s just become best friends with asks him, interested.

“Y/n. Tha’ red dress looks great on her” He drags a high-pitched chuckle.

“Uhm… yeah, I guess?”

“I’m so proud o’ her. She’s worked her socks off for this film, yeh know? I look up on her the most, she’s so passionate about what she does. She deserves this and more.

Gosh… I love her”

“Hold on, are you and Y/n having a fling?”

“We’re not a fling, yeh dummy. We’ve been together fo’ two years, but none o’ you have noticed because we’re so good at keeping things private. We’re the best fuckin’ couple” Laughing to himself, he lifts his hand in the air and gives himself a high five, cheeks all flushed and drowsy hiccups concealing badly the great reveal he’s just made.

He’s too drunk to realise he’s not so good at keeping secrets as he claims, but the joy, mixed with how tipsy he is, makes everything in his mind a blur and his mouth a clear and open way to expose himself.

Still, he finishes off the conversation with a:

“I dunno wha’ we’d do if somebody ended up finding out” As he takes another sip of the golden liquid.

The next morning you wake up to a bunch of notifications announcing “The brand new, yet surprisingly old, Hollywood couple”
You are a confused mess when you read the most accurate of the details spread on the covers of the header international gossip magazines, shaking hurriedly the sleeping body beside you, until he’s as awoke and puzzled as you.

“Wha’ the hell? How did they find out” He says rubbing his temple to ease the headache the alcohol has left behind.

“According to this… “Sources claim the big news was spilled by Harry Styles himself, in a tipsy and clearly disastrous impulse” Harry! What in the world made you do that?” You yell, driving your gaze from the screen to his bewildered profile.

“I- I don’t remember doin’ tha’, Pet, I promise. I mean, I did have some shots, yeah, but I don’t recall doing such a thing”

You glare at him before returning your vision to the article.

Wanna know the funniest part? According to the anonymous source, Styles mumbled something along the lines of “We don’t know what we’d do if anybody found out” after messing things up. What a hilarious guy!

“Harry freaking Edward Styles, you’d better tell me this is a lie”

“It is a li- hold on…” He halts when everything comes back to his mind in an overwhelming rush. And, right then, he brings his hands to his face, covering it fully and muffling a:  

“oh… fuck me”


(Know that I might be slow on posting them because I’ve got some other stuff I’m working on, but if you still wanna send them in, I’ll gladly take them!)



Originally posted by harrysimpact


One Shots:

Stone Cold

Y/N and Harry are lovers and destined to be together (or so she thought). Based on Stone Cold by Demi Lovato.

Don’t Call Me That*

Harry wants Y/N to call him Alex. In bed.

What’s My Name (Part two of ‘Don’t Call Me That)*

Y/N calls Harry Alex. In bed.

Always- Alex!Harry

Alex tells his lover that he’s going off to Dunkirk.. in to the war.

Drunk Harry- A Concept

A lot of alcohol calls for a whiny cuddly and dirty drunk Harry.


Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

Apparently a drunk best friend Harry calls for him to take off his clothes.

You got a cute butt.

Harry gets very handsy when he’s back home from tour. Today’s obsession: Y/N’s butt.

Sharing is caring. Now gimme your fries.

Where all Harry really wants is to eat your fries.

Did they hurt you?

Where your littlest gets hurt unintentionally by his siblings but it’s nothing a little ice cream can’t fix.

Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?

Harry comes home late from work and his girl looks adorable sleeping.

Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.

You really want Chinese food and Harry wants to touch you.

I won’t let you get hurt.

Harry’s dangling form a thousand feet for a music video and nobody told you about it.

I prefer blondes.

Harry’s trying to get to know the girl at the bar and pickup lines are not usually his thing.

You’re so clingy. I love it

Where you’re sick and all you want is Harry.

Did you really think I could ever replace you?

Arrival of a new sibling sometimes comes with requiring assurance that mummy and daddy still love you.

Did you just make that noise?

Clumsy Harry calls for weird noises.

Can you just man up and change his diaper?

Dirty diapers make Y/N squeamish.

If you can’t sleep.. we could have sex?

Apparently sleeplessness on an airplane calls for sex.

You need to see a doctor.

Where Y/N refuses to accept that her ex got her pregnant.


The kids ask Sportacus to help with an educational video, and he’s like “Of course!!” So they guide him to this chair in front of the camera, and there’s this table of different foods like cherry pie, grape juice, different applesauces, etc. 

Stingy and Trixie explain to the camera that they’re running an experiment. What ambiguous food is healthy and what is not. And they hold up a fork with a bit of cherry pie in Sportacus’ face, and he has this really confused look on his face like, “uhhhhh, what did I agree to exactly???” And he looks over towards Stephanie, who shows him a stash of fresh sportscandy and assures him it was safe. Ziggy’s hopping on the balls of his feet. He looks over at Pixel who’s at his computer ready and eager to analyze all the results. And then Stingy and Trixie start pleading.

So of course he gives in and takes the bite and passes out. And they mark down on a chart “cherry pie: not healthy.” And then Stephanie feeds him some sportscandy and he’s okay. And it just goes on like this. Surprisingly, one of the applesauces doesn’t cause him to pass out.

For the last test, they hold up a spoon full of honey, and Sportacus draws the line there. He holds up his hands in refusal, and they start whining out of disappointment, but he just stands up and apologizes a bunch of times and then nopes the heck out of there.

Park Jimin // “Side Hoe”

A/N: Didn’t proofread yet!! Swamped with college apps, I’m sorry!

Summary: You didn’t mean to kiss Jimin…it just happened. And now you can’t stop thinking about it.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Originally posted by sugutie

It was all a drunken mistake. Partying with Jimin was part of your normal weekend agenda. The goal was to get safely shitfaced and call Jungkook for a ride home. It’s what best friends do! Weekdays are reserved for Jimin’s girlfriend, Sana. That was just how the cookie crumbled, and you made a note to not complain about it.

The number one rule to your nights: Don’t get involved in games that may lead to a hookup. You didn’t have much to lose, but Jimin had his relationship on the line. Even piss drunk, Jimin understood this concept. That’s why his girlfriend trusted him so much – Jimin knew where the line was, and he knew not to cross it.

Except when you both were stumbling home because Jungkook was out of town. He just kissed you underneath a flickering street light. It was completely out of the blue, but you still kissed him back. You didn’t regret it in the moment, but now you do. You haven’t even spoken about it with Jimin, and it was two months ago. You both have been distancing yourselves from each other. There are only brief conversations and small smiles when you walk past each other. You talk to Sana more than you talk to Jimin now.

You didn’t want to stop being friends with Jimin, but you assumed that it’d be better off that way. All you thought about was kissing him again. How could you possibly do that to him and his girlfriend? Coming between them was the last thing that you’d want. That being said, cutting off Jimin would reduce the likeliness of catching feelings. It made you feel like shit, but so be it.

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Concept: the foxes are drunk. Kevin and Aaron are huddled in a corner very wasted and clingy. Aaron moves around his overgrown puppy boyfriend and Kevin whines. He is pouting and says “Baby don’t go! Don’t leave me!” And Aaron smiles and is just like “Kev, I need to pee.” Kevin’s lip starts to tremble as he asks if he can come with him. Aaron pretends to think about it, Kevin starts to tear, and Nicky is losing it watching the whole scene play out as he discreetly records it. Aaron just smiles and takes Kevin with him as he goes to pee. Kevin smiles and happily follows him. Nicky is sobbing over the encounter and sending that video to the foxes group chat for anyone who missed it.
Moral of the story: Kevin is an emotional drunk, Aaron finds its highly amusing and Nicky is a proud father.

Drunk Harry: A concept.

Drunk Harry: A concept.

What if Harry gets like super drunk on a night out and comes home a giggly mess, tangled limbs unable to stand straight and hooded eyes with a lopsided grin plastered on his face. And he’s trying to walk himself to the room to go to bed but eventually gave up and slumped against a wall waiting for you to come and help him the rest of the way.

And when you climb the stairs to join Harry in the bedroom thinking he must have already fallen asleep, you find him with his eyes closed, legs crossed leaning against the wall on the stairs, already asleep. And you wake him up by gently slapping his cheeks.

“Harry wake up honey. You have to go to bed”

“But I don’t wanna ge’ up. Help me Y/N please”, he pouts at you with doe eyes which you never fail to give into.
And you pick him up and get him up the rest of the stairs which is a struggle but you manage. When you get to the room he falls straight into bed without even changing his clothes so you sigh and walk over to him and start pulling his clothes off for him to which he opens his eyes with a cheeky grin and says, “at least buy me dinner first love”

You groan and ask him to get up so he can brush his teeth and face his wash before falling asleep and he doesn’t listen and you proceed to drag him to the bathroom in his boxers with him trying to pinch your bum and saying “knew you were trying to seduce me.”

At this point you pretty much gave up trying to get him to do anything himself so you situate yourself on the counter in between him legs and bring out his toothbrush and some toothpaste and also him to open his mouth.

As you brush his teeth, he keeps falling asleep so you have to resort to holding his face in one hand while the other holds the brush.
“Harry, you have to spit.” You tell him and immediately a grin appears on his face as he looks at you with a ridiculous expression.

“I don’t like people who spit. Thought you knew that?”

lillian-valnala  asked:

okay so im extremely late with my mermaid au cuz i remembered sending it in to a blog but i couldnt remember which blog, so here's what i have figured out. basically the twins and merle are merpeople, magnus is a fisher, and barry, davenport, and lucretia are marine biologists. fisher is still a jellyfish. thats all i really have planned out but if you would like to help expand it, that would be great

i LOVE this

angus is a kid who hangs out where the marine biologists work bc he’s interested in it and also he’s a detective tryin’ to figure out some mystery (i.e. boats getting sabotaged, which is probably lup’s doing)

barry & lup fall into human/mermaid romance trope which is GREAT

potential scene: merle pretending to be Old Wise Sea Dad and telling the researchers Absolute BS abt sea gods or somethin. like maybe there are real sea gods but merle knows nothing about them and is spouting make-believe. the researchers are nodding & writing everything down earnestly

magnus is maybe the first one to have a firsthand encounter w/ the merpeople bc he goes out on some fishing trip and some crazy storm happens & he cant get back to shore before his tiny boat gets flipped. (lup: well we cant just let him die / merle: why the hell not)

magnus is friends w the marine biologists and he tells them when he sees weird things or catches unfamiliar fish, trying to be helpful. most of the time it’s useless stuff like “i think this fish’s scales are a teeny bit lighter than usual, but not by a lot” but this time he calls barry on the phone “I MET MERPEOPLE” “hghghfg magnus it’s 1am are you drunk”

heres a concept to parallel the first part of stolen century: what if the merpeople done speak the same language as humans (bc really why would they)? what if barry & lup & taako figure out some kinda pidgin thats a mix of merperson & human languages!!! so for a while only barry can talk to only taako & lup until they learn more of each other’s languages and the rest of the team catches on

Concept: Drunk Neil seemingly incapable of shutting up about how beautiful Andrew is and how shook he is by it and “has anyone else noticed how much prettier Andrew is than Aaron?” The other Foxes glance nervously at Andrew who keeps drinking in silence and pretending like Neil isn’t drunkenly threatening to physically fight anyone who thinks Aaron is the more attractive twin.

Baby Jae


59 I could punch you right now

34 “you work for me, you’re my slave.”

24 i’s eight o'clock in the morning you are not having vodka

Youngjae best friend fluff/smut

   "No, Youngjae" You sighed roughly into the receiver, “I am not going to karaoke with you and THE BOYS”

  "Please y/n, JB and Jinyoung are fighting and it’s so awkward, you’ll help loosen them up!“ he whined back at you. You could imagine him wiggling his shoulders as he asked and it made you smile softly, but then you remembered last time you went drinking with the boys and Youngjae insisted he had to go to the studio at 3:41AM because he had the ‘most brilliant idea ever’ and you had to chase his drunk ass around. When you finally got to the studio he had forgotten it and started crying and refused to get up off the floor for 15 minutes


  "Baby Jae don’t you remember last time?” you cooed out sweetly, using the nickname he hated but you and the other member though was hilarious.

   "You can call me that all night if you come, I don’t care. You just have to come!“

   It was almost 8:30 and you were wondering if it was too late to bail on this whole ordeal. It had taken about another 5 minutes of prodding before you agreed. Sitting on your couch not really watching the TV, unsure of the details of the crime show playing. You felt your phone buzz in your bag on your side, retrieving it you found a snapchat from Youngjae. It was a selfie of him, Yugyeom and Bam in the back of Jackson’s new car, they looked so cute you fought the urge to take a screenshot of your friends. You resigned yourself for the evening as you gathered a baggy sweater off the back of the sofa, these are my friends i’m going to have fun you told yourself softly.

   There was a soft rap at the door, you flicked off the lights and grabbed your keys before opening the door. There was Youngjae, smiling brightly, his strawberry hair fluffy and laying in a crown of soft waves around his head, the golden street light shining on him from above making him look really just like sunshine. He had silver wire rimmed glasses sitting delicately on his nose and a form fitting black shirt tucked into skinny black pants and a leather jacket.

      "You ready, chingu?” he smiled, you scanned him up and down once more before looking down at your oversized top and legging combo, looking back up him through your lashes.

 "Did you let Bambi style you?“ you asked, a grin spreading on your face. His smile dropped and he looked down at his clothes, he looked at you with a soft pout, as he nodded. "No! don’t be sad! you look great, very chic and sexy, it just seems like a bit much…Jae, is that eyeliner? Ohhh” you sing songed to him. He scrunched up his face and stretched a wide grin, “Very handsome!” you chuckled, letting him take your hand and lead you off to the car.

 Bambam and Yugyeom started hooting at you, you let out a laugh pulling your hand from Youngjae’s to your mouth, and returned with an “EASY”

 You went to climb in the back with the younger two when Youngjae grabbed you hand, you turned and he was opening the front door, some loud EDM blaring out of the side as he did, “Here Noona, you can sit in the front with Jackson” he pulled and ushered you into the seat before climbing in the back with the boys.

  You’d been nestled into the corner of the booth for close to two hours now, and you were watching JB and Jinyoung across the table, they were a few drinks in now, but they were being their normal charming, loving selves. But they’d been holding hands when they walked in so you doubted it was just the alcohol, you made a mental note to ask Youngjae what exactly the were fighting about. Turning to look at your best friend, he was hoping back and forth on his tiptoes, shaking a tambourine and singing backing vocals for Jackson’s exciting rendition of G Dragon in Fantastic Baby. Bambam slid into the bench seat next to you.

   "It’s the great Bambino, what can I do for you?“ you asked, leaning on the table to focus your attention on him and not you platonic best friend’s butt which you’d caught yourself looking at a few times now. Bambam darted his eyes from you and then to Youngjae a few times, you pulled your face back and turned to follow his eye line fixed on the vocalist. Turning back to him.            "Youngjae?” you asked.

 "Yes!“ He exclaimed loudly, one hand coming up to grab your arm excitedly, "Doesn’t he look so manly and sexy in those clothes?” Bambam pressed on, when all you responded with was a questioning groan he continued, “He wanted to look nice tonight..”  He let his voice fade in volume when you still looked confused.

   You glanced back at Youngjae who had now taken over the lead for the song, he did look like he just stepped of the stage, you turned back to Bam and said “He looks great, you’re a good stylist.”  You tried to smile encouragingly, sure Bambam was just pointing it out for compliments.

  Bambam was about to say something until Youngjae and Jackson slid in the booth on the other side, “Let’s do SHOTS” Jackson shouted loudly despite it not being that noisy now that the song was over. There was a roar of agreement, and he started taking a headcount, “Where are Jb and Jinyoung?” Jackson said. You glances to where they had been just moments before. They must have left when I was talking to Bam you thought.

  "I think they left early so they could have the dorm all to themselves…“ Yugyeom spoke quietly.  Mark nodded silently at Yugyeom’s side.

  "Okay! 6 shots coming up!” Jackson stood up quickly, you grabbed his sleeve.

   "Only 5 shots, Jacks, someone has to drive you all home.“ You said, he winked and shot you a heart before rushing away to the bar.

   It was 1:31 AM, you knew this because of how much Jackson had yelled about Defsoul and Ars’s "ICONIC BALLAD” and he was demanding Youngjae sing it.  The boys cheering him on, Youngjae slid off the seat to the floor and sat with his legs crossed motioning for Jackson to give him the mic. You preemptively started rubbing your head, Youngjae, drunk or sober had the voice of an angel. But drunk Youngjae had no concept of volume, and when he had a microphone it always lead to a splitting headache, unless you were drunk like the rest of the boys.  Which you unfortunately were not.

    "Jae!“ you called out softly, just loud enough for him to hear you, he turned his head to you quickly, smiling brightly, his eyes curving into half moons. "Let’s go home, you’re all drunk.”

 Mark’s arms were suddenly around your shoulders as he pulled you back against his shoulder in the seat. “Just listen to his song, y/n.”  You looked back at youngjae who was smiling less now, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

   "Okay, Baby Jae, no microphone.“ You said, a teasing smile turning up your lips, "but then we leave!”

  Instead of acknowledging what you said he turned towards his phone on his lap, putting the backing track on and placing it on the floor. You leaned back into Mark’s arm, who was always a very cuddly drunk and listened to Youngjae’s clear voice cutting through the room as you all fell into silence. When JB’s part arrived the group took over to sing it together as a makeshift chorus, by the end of the sad song you were all giving telenovela level dramatic performances. Jackson being the most dramatic, he had one Mariah Carey hand and he was kneeling, and the very end everyone was laughing to hard to continue. Mark was in a ball on the floor laughing at Jackson’s early 2000’s r'n'b video style dancing.

 "Ars- sunbaenim, how was that?“ Jackson asked once he was done giggling and bowing..

  "I could punch you right now.” Youngjae said between fits of laughter, slapping his knee repeatedly.

  "Let’s not resort to violence now gentleman, why don’t we all head home?“ You asked nudging Youngjae’s shoulder softly, he crawled over and lay his head on your lap gently, looking up at you with his best impression of an ASPCA commercial, "Seriously, Jae they’re gonna close soon!”

  "Let’s go get some ramen!“ You heard one of the boys behind you shout, there was more raucous applause, the 5 voices competing to see who could be the loudest it seemed.

  "NO!” Youngjae shouted, easily louder “I want meat!” there was a few minutes of argument before it was decided to separate.

  "Jackson, leave our keys with y/n we can catch a cab home from the restaurant! It’s across the street we can walk" You heard Bambam say as he nudged Jackson. Jacks nodded and tossed you the keys.

   You groan but anything was an improvement from the dirty karaoke hall at this point.

    It was 2:15 AM by the time Youngjae had scarfed down 2 servings of beef and half a bottle of soju. You sat opposite him on the stool, he was smiling with his cheeks stuffed with rice.

  "Ready to go home now champ?“ You asked, she shook his head no. "Youngjae! we have to go home!”

  He stared at his empty bowl, his hand fiddling with a spoon.

  "I wanna sleep over at your house!“ He blurted out loudly, your eyes went wide at the sudden statement, and a deep red blush crept across his face.

  "What? Why? No, you need to go home, Jae. ” He didn’t respond, only looked down at his lap, he took off his glasses and put them in his pocket as he rose and went out to the car.

   He was silently pouting in the car, his focus completely on his phone in his hand. You felt bad about telling him no. You weren’t entirely sure why you had said no, he’d slept over before ut usually he just fell asleep there during movie night, he’d never asked before.  He was looking down at his phone, his shoulder physically shifted towards you so you couldn’t really look at him. Letting out a sigh you flicked on the turn signal to make a u-turn and head towards your apartment, who cares if you were almost to the dorms, it was Jackson’s gas anyway.

   You put the car in park a smacked Youngjae’s leg, “Come on, pabo” You said getting out of the car and going around to help your inebriated friend. He slung his arm around you.

“Noona, this is a parking tower….the dorm doesn’t have that, are we?” He mumbled and you nodded vigorously.

“Yes, Youngjae, we are at my apartment, I figure you can sleep here, but tomorrow you’re my personal slave okay?” You tried to sound surly but he swung his other arm around your waist pulling you against his chest.  You laughed and pulled back and lead the way upstairs to your tiny apartment.  He leaned against the wall across from you as you tried to find your keys at the bottom of your purse. Once you finally got the door unlocked you turned to find that Youngjae had slid down the wall and was singing softly to himself. Sighing for what must have been the 30,00th time that night you set to work getting your best friend settled into bed and vowed to yourself to be the drunk one next time.  

  Ten minutes later, you let Youngjae fall into the bed. He was laying flat on his stomach in the middle of the bed. You pulled off you shoes and left him there while you washed your face and changed. You came back and there he was, in the exact same spot. You knelt on the bed and rolled him over and he giggled at your hands on his stomach.

“If you’re awake then hurry up and get ready for bed, Jae.” You tried to speak gently not wanting to wake him up to much. He sat up, leaning on his hands for support, the soft blue light from the window the only light in the room. He smiled softly, and leaned his head to one side.  The two of you sat in silence like that for a couple minutes, him just appraising your face, not looking away at all. You avoided his gaze for most of that time, unsure what exactly he was doing, before finally speaking again. “Here take of your jacket-” You leaned forward to help it off his shoulder, he sat up fully, letting you pull the heavy leather off and tossed it towards the desk chair that was already covered in discarded sweaters. You turned back towards him and he suddenly wrapped you up in his arms again, laying back and putting you into his chest. He nuzzled into the top of your head, he let out a soft sigh and you could almost swear you felt him smile against your head.

  "Um,.. hey Jae are you awake?“ you whispered. He groaned in response, his head nodding against yours. You wiggled further against him, wrapping one arm around his waist, his warmth quickly bringing sleep to you.  "What were Big Jae and Jinyoung arguing about? They seemed fine to me?” You continued.

  "Don’t call him Big Jae, and….They didn’t,“ he mumbled against your scalp. You pulled you head away, jolting him to alertness.

   "Did you lie then?” You asked, suddenly pissed he dragged you around over a lie. He started to speak a few times, before pinching his mouth tight and nodding. “Why?!” You asked a little louder, a light slap landing against his chest where your head was moments before, you grimaced at him as you waited for a response. Now he was the one avoiding you eye contact, he let out a deep breath- like he was trying to resign himself to the words.

   "I just….I couldn’t cancel on the guys and-“ he started. Pausing as if he was unsure how to finish his thought, he finally make eye contact, "I missed you.” He said softly, just above a whisper. His eyes were black in the low light but they were  still glossy and bright, the way the cool moon light fell against his messy hair and his expression made your heart flutter, you’d never seen that face before you realize, you aren’t entirely sure what it is, but you think 'I’d give him anything if he’d look at me like that forever.’

   Neither of you speak for a minute, neither looks away. “You shouldn’t lie.” you weakly whisper, still unable to look away from Youngjae. You suddenly felt very aware of his arms around you, his hands spread wide across your waist, your legs were all tangled up but it wasn’t uncomfortable. His presence was always so calming, even now when the air suddenly seemed thick.

   He looked down, “I’m sorry, I just ….needed to see you tonight.” Suddenly you felt incredibly thankful for the low light because you could feel the blood rush to your face. He pulled you back against him and you leaned into his touch, thankful to no longer be in an apparent staring contest.

   "I even dressed like one of the hyungs to try and look more mature but did you notice? hmppp barely" he was mumbling above your head barely audible.

   "Yah, Choi Youngjae, were you trying to impress me?“ you teased, wiggling your torso back and forth, a chuckle rolling off your lips as you finished the thought.

   He pulled back as far as he could, moving his hand from your waist to your cheek, and then he was looking at you like that again.

    "I just wanted you to see me as a man, y/n. You’re my best friend but…I,” he went silent again, “I,” He tried again, “I just….”

  He leaned forward and places a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a moment, before you shifted further into him and smiled.  He pulled back and lay his forehead against yours, “I can’t seem to find the words.”

  "It’s because you’re drunk Youngjae, go to sleep.“ He was rubbing his thumb across your face, he shook his head.

 "I’m not drunk y/n, I’ve never been this close to you…it’s” He paused, licking his lips, eyes leaving yours as he glanced down at our mouth. “Say my name again.” He whispered, his voice deeper, his hand sliding down to your shoulder and his grip just slightly tighter.

 "Why?“ You asked, a little voice inside said you know why y/n but you wanted to be sure.

 "Please” was all he said, pulling you a bit closer, pressing his body against yours. Now certain of what he was asking you felt much less guilty about staring at him earlier. You stretched forward, moving your hands up his chest and tugging him by his shirt forward. As you rubbed your cheek against his, letting your mouth hover by his ear, you could feel his breathing still.

 "Youngjae" you whispered your breath hot against his ear, a low groan escaping his chest as he slid his hand back to your waist, his fingertips pressing hard into your side as he pressed his hips against yours. A high gasp slipped out of your mouth as you felt his erection press into you, as you pulled your head back his quickly followed, his lips quickly covering yours and his tongue darting out softly exploring your mouth.  There was something  different about the way he kissed you. It wasn’t hard or forceful as if this was a sloppy escapade. Rather, He was passionate and tender, slowly kissing you as if he was trying to memorize the feel of your lips against his. You kissed him back arching your body so that your hips met his waist and your breasts were pressed into his chest, he slid his hand down from your waist to your hips, pulling you as closely as possible before he hooked his hand under your knee hiking it up on his side before moving back to grip your ass roughly. You let out a moan as you let your whole body relax into him, rolling your hips against his, soft whimpering into his kiss. Your small sounds encouraging him, he hooked his hand around your hip. Rolling onto his back, pulling you on top of him, your hands moving to find purchase on either side of his head. You settled against him, softly rolling your hips against his desperate for the friction, Youngjae let out a groan as he pulled back for your kiss, moving to press his lips on your neck, on hand circling your waist the other still pressing into your hip.

He bucked up against you as he nibbled your neck, “Youngjae” you moaned out one hand reaching out to grab the back of his head,  he shifted up and forward, one hand spread against your back as he kept you as close as possible.

  "Do you like that, yn?“ He asked softly, his voice rich and hoarse unlike you’d ever heard it before. Yes fuck don’t stop please Youngjae  you mind was going a mile a minute but all you managed to get out was a whiny moan as you rolled against him. "I just wanna make sure I’m doing what you like’. he mumbled against your neck, with each word you could feel yourself getting wetter and you suddenly needed much more than what you were getting.

 "Please, Youngjae” you moaned, hoping the use of his name you egg him on. You were right, as if on cue, he sank his teeth into your neck and harshly grinded into your still clothed sex. It suddenly felt very urgent that the clothes had to go, apparently Youngjae agreed because he moved his hands to you waist and flipped you over unto your back, tugging down your pajama pants quickly. Leaning up and reconnecting your mouths, your harshly took his bottom lip between your teeth, your hands at his belt and he moaned into your mouth, you released his lip and pulled away focusing on his face as you removed his belt and undid his jeans, he held your gaze until he felt you wrap your hand around his length and then his closed his eyes at the pleasure, lightly bucking against you hand a soft groan of “fuck” before he had his lip between his teeth. Your cheeks flushed with pride at the pleasure on his face, you smiled to yourself leaning forward to take his lips as you continued to stroke him, rolling your finger across the tip. He kissed you a bit more urgently, before removing your hand and pushing you back onto the bed.

   You lay back, tugging him along by his shirt as you did, he pulled back to tug the shirt off, before stepping off the bed to remove his pants as quickly as he could. Stumbling in the process, you let out a light giggle, and he looked up a you with a loving smile, “Don’t laugh y/n”

“Sorry, Baby Jae.” you cooed, wiggling your hips as you watched his gaze fall from your face and  down to your breasts rising and falling gently, down to your waist where your t shit was hitched up exposing you hips that were wrapped in thin cotton,  "Or maybe,“ you paused and waited for him to look back up at you. "Maybe I should call you Big Jae now?” you smile at him, pulling your shirt off and tossing it off the edge of the bed, exposing our breasts to the cool air. He swallowed hard, before he started crawling back onto the bed. “Mmm….no” you continued to tease as he finally was within your reach, he grabbed your face in one hand, the other stroking your thighs, you let them fall open, you pulled him towards your face, “I think Youngjae works fine.” He pulled your face towards him, but then he started kissing down your neck, he hooked one finger into your panties, gently running it across the edge as he started to suck on your neck hard. You curled your hip upward as your let out a whine, desperate for more. You wanted more, reaching out to grasp him his hand on your hips faltered and his grip on your face became more tense as he let out a low hiss. He continued to kiss your neck as he rolled into your grasp.

   He reached out and took your wrist, pulling your hand away and holding it against the bed. He backed away, moving to pull your panties off with his free hand. Swiftly tossing them aside before urgently reattaching your lips. Immediately his hand was back on your thigh, pushing them apart, settling between them. He gently stroked your between your folds, you sucked in a breath, effectively breathing in the groan he let out at feeling how wet you already were.

 "Please,“ you moaned into the kiss, "more.”

Slowly he pushed in one digit, you gasped softly and rolled your hips against him, He immediately stroked his thumb up from you entrance and up to circle your throbbing clit as he sank a second digit inside of you. Pulling back slightly to groan at the stretch, soft pleas of “please” and “Youngjae” as his drifted sloppy quick kissed across your cheek and down your neck, fingers still moving quickly in you. Moving his hand down from your wrist to roughly massage your breast. Rolling his thumb over your nipple before moving down to take it into his mouth biting and sucking gently as he let you fuck yourself up onto his fingers. With your now free had you quickly clung to his head. He picked up his speed rolling his thumb and you felt your air leave your lungs as you felt your muscles start to coil.

 Pulling back to pressing your forehead against his, trying to catch your breaths between moans, “Fuck, Youngjae” you dragged his name out as you felt yourself getting close to the edge, your toes beginning to curl up.

  He suddenly withdrew his hand  and you whined at the loss, you looked at him with a pout as you saw him wrap his hand around his length slowly pumping himself as he pulled your hips lower on the bed with his other hand. Leaning to reattach your lips as he pressed into you slowly so you could feel every inch, moaning into your mouth as started to move picking up pace.

Your breathing became more erratic as he rocked into you, feeling your muscles clench around him as he pressed his fingers into your hips, as if trying to slow himself.

 He placed his hand along your jaw, he pulled your face to look at him, placing small chaste kisses on your lips, “Okay?” He asked softly, you learned your face into his hand, as you rocked upwards against him.  Desperately searching for the friction to rebuild your orgasm.

 "Yes, baby, please, fuck me faster" you were whispering against the crook of his neck before he pulled back, hiking your hips up and snapping his hips in a much more urgent pace, moving one hand to lay across your pelvis letting his move his thumb across your clit. The combined stimulation making a loud moan fall from your lips loudly, one of your hands coming up to cover your mouth to stop the vulgar noises.

 "I wanna hear it" he groaned out, slamming into you faster his lip tightly between his teeth, a gleam of sweat across his forehead. His sudden commanding tone was intoxicating and you practically felt yourself swoon. Letting out a whimper of Youngjae out as you moved your hand down to grasp your breasts pushing them together and playing with them.

 "Good girl" He grunted out, “You’re, So fucking… good for me..” he was groaning out between harsh breaths and deep thrusts, each one sending you closer to the edge.

“Youngjae, Fuck” a slew of curse words fell from your lips as you felt your walls start pulsing and your eyes start rolling back, until he kissed you roughly one hand smashing your face against his and you felt yourself come undone, mouth going slack against Youngjae as he moved to place gently kissed down your neck as he maintained his rhythm riding out your high. He followed shortly after, his thrusts becoming harder and erratic until you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a soft groan leaving his lips. As his hips slowed he started peppering soft kisses all across your face.  Pulling back to look at you, he smiled softly a hazy glow on his features. You bumped your nose against his, feeling warm under his gaze.

 His lips were red and swollen, his hair wild and his cheeks flushed. You were sure you looked the same, maybe worse, but he was giving you that look again and you felt like your heart was going to burst. “Stop looking at me.” you giggled out. Smacking his arm as he pulled out of you and rolled to his side facing you. You turned to look at him, you hips a bit sore as you rotated and shifted them. He was still looking at you with googly eyes.

 "I don’t wanna stop looking at you,“ He said softly, "I never do.”  

  You felt your heartbeat in your ears and you had to fight very hard to stop from grinning like an idiot. It was too hard you found, you instead you shrugged away from his view placing a quick kiss on his cheek then sneaking off to the bathroom to clean up.  On your way back Youngjae appeared to be asleep the covers and pillows had been fixed and he was tucked in neatly on his side. Grabbing his shirt and pulling it over your head before crawling into bed. As soon as you lay down you felt hand quickly pull you back and flush against Youngjae’s stomach, resting your head on his arm. He placed a kiss on the top of your head.

  In What felt like seconds you could feel his gentle breathing quickly luring you to sleep.

 "I love you, y/n" he said softly, “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

 "I love you too, pabo.“

    Your phone had gone off at exactly 7:58 AM, it was your boss. Once you snuck out answered her question and gone to crawl back in bed you had found Youngjae was sprawled across the bed diagonally, his head and arm falling off the side.  Your sore muscles ached and you were suddenly starving. You crouched next to him and began tugging on his ear, "Wake up, Jaeeeee”

   "ughhhhhh oh my god….“ the boy began groaning, "be quiet baby please my head”

    "Here drink this it’ll make you feel better,“ You said placing the bottle of water from the night stand in his grasp. Youngjae sat up, rubbing his eyes and drinking most of the water before he finally saw the clock on the wall.

   "It’s only 8 am!” He protested, looking at you as if you had called Coco ugly (again)

   "I know that, but i couldn’t sleep and I’m hungry.“

   "Why do i need to be awake for you to eat, noona?” He whined, flopping back into the bed.

   "You’re my personal servant today remember! Go cook me breakfast! Pancakes please! oh and Eggs!“ You began teasing poking his side.

    "Can I put vodka in my OJ? i need a drink.” He gave in standing up and stretching.

   "It’s 8 am, Youngjae, you can’t have Vodka.“ You giggled wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you back, his arms heavy around your shoulders.  You pulled away and headed towards the kitchen, "Let’s go, You work for me, you’re my slave so, chop chop get cooking kid.”

-Admin Rae