Another excellent, excellent workout! This is especially amazing to get so many minutes in peak since this class is mostly strength training, not cardio! You do one cardio and then three strength routines, one cardio, three strength, etc. So, really amazed by these results.
Also, really happy that my knee and back both seem ok. I stepped in a hole today in the yard and jarred my back. It hurt at the time and worried me, but didn’t seem to mess it up, thank goodness! I’ve been faithfully stretching my legs and back 5x a week, it seems to be helping.
- Mush & Finch carrying you on their shoulders when you find out you’ve won the strike.
- Race totally underestimating your poker face in cards and has to resort to pulling faces to get you to crack.
- Romeo quietly offering to tie your shoe-laces with only a glance on the days when he knows your neck/back/leg aches are bad.
- The boys noticing your torn and broken binder in the trash one morning and try to rough-house with you more than usual to help you feel better whilst your saving up for a new one (despite having a small stash of “spare” pennies under the floorboards of the lodging house to surprise you with when they manage to earn enough)
- Katherine teaching you how to braid hair so you can impress all the ladies with your skills. Girls love that shit. And so does Buttons, apparently. He lets you try your best at his short hair because he likes the way you hum a quiet tune to him while you do it.
- Each of the boys finding a different coloured ribbon every once and a while to secretly tie onto your crutch. Right now you have a full rainbow to wave around, attract more customers and show your pride.
- Davey helping you fold your socks on a cold day because 1) he likes being shoulder to shoulder with you and 2) your system is just a mess.
- Race whistling to you across the street to get your attention when Snyder’s around, but eventually turning into your little cue between each other. Not to mention how you manage to find each other in crowds because you’re smol.
- Crutchie is an accidental cuddler. You were sharing a bunk one time because the roof leaked in the lodging house. Little did you know that bear hugs would ensue.
- Jojo wears the scar above his eyebrow with pride. Not because it makes him look badass (though it totally does) but because when somebody asks how he got it, he gets to answer “I’s found out I’s can hold my breath longer than Y/N the hard way.” before you both erupt in bickering of who //really// won. The boys agree you did because you didn’t pass out. Jojo disagrees.
- Jack absentmindedly painting little stars and flowers over the scars on your arms and legs when you can’t wear sleeves in summer. It gets way too hot and he insists you might pass out if you cover up too heavily. So, he holds up his end of the bargain by doodling before he even realises he’s doing it. But whatever his paintings become - they’re beautiful. Though he insists they’re not as beautiful as you.
Harry laughed happily as he landed on the grass. Draco was only seconds behind him clutching the snitch with a massive grin on his face.
“Good one, Draco.”
“Oh, it wasn’t really a good one. Pretty easy actually.” Draco drawled with a smirk.
Harry laughed again as he shoved Draco’s shoulder. “Whatever, that dive was pretty amazing.” Draco’s smirk became a proud smile. “Come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving!” Harry said.
The smile morphed into a frown. “No. We each won one, it’s a draw. We have to play another.”
Harry grinned at him. “Let’s leave it a draw.”
Draco arched a brow. “Scared Potter?”
Laughing, Harry slung an arm around his friends shoulders. “Yes, scared you’ll pout and ignore me all day when I beat you.”
Draco sniffed. “First of all, I am not so petty. And who says you’d win anyway? So arrogant, Harry.”
Harry laughed and squeezed his friend in a hug. “Yeah. I’m the arrogant here, Draco.”
Draco gently bumped the side of his head against Harry’s as they walked to the castle. “So long as you know.”
On the following Sunday they found themselves trudging through a mountain of homework, much to Harry’s displeasure. Ron and Hermione had gone for a picnic on the grounds, since Hermione always made sure they were up to date on their work. Sighing Harry dropped his head heavily against the couch. Draco, who was curled up in the corner of the couch next to him, looked up with an arched brow. “Giving up already?”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes.” He jerked up when he felt Draco flick him between the eyes. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing the sore spot with his fingers.
“You’d better keep going. Don’t think that you can leave it and get me to help you just because Granger won’t let you fly until it’s done.” He went back to looking at his book.
Harry turned to him with wide eyes. “That is a fantastic idea.” When Draco just let out a soft laugh but otherwise ignored him, Harry moved so he could lie leaning comfortably against Draco’s side. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
“Potter!” Draco groaned. “I am absolutely not doing your work for you.” But he didn’t move or shove Harry off, which Harry knew he wouldn’t. After several blissful minutes, right when Harry was sure he was on the cusp of a wonderful dream, he fell to the floor as Draco stood up. He pointed a finger accusingly at Harry, “Do some work, Harry. Or we will go to the library.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry sat up and faced his books once more.
Hours later they were sitting in front of the crackling fire eating Bertie Botts beans. Draco was sprawled across a single seat with his legs hanging across the side while Harry sat on the floor with his legs crossed and back against Draco’s seat. Draco had the box of beans and alternated between taking one and lowering the box for Harry.
Ron and Hermione entered the common room with cheerful greetings. Harry appreciated everyone’s efforts to get along, since he knew it was only for his sake, but he did wish his three best friends were more than just polite to one another.
“Did you have a good picnic?” Draco asked them.
“Oh, yes it was lovely thanks.” Hermione smiled at him. Ron nodded a bit awkwardly at him.
“Oh, Harry. You’ll never guess what.” Ron started, and Hermione shot him a suspicious look. “We saw Terry there, he was in the middle of a big fight, seems like him and his boyfriend broke up.” Hermione’s look of suspicion became one of horror as she tugged on Ron’s hand. Harry’s stomach dropped as he willed Ron not to continue. But he did. “So he’s single now, and you can finally ask him out. I know you used to have a massive crush on him.”
Harry closed his eyes, but the thick silence wouldn’t be ignored. He was so glad he couldn’t see Draco’s expression at that moment. There had been a hundred moments when he meant to come out to Draco. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything. It was just that he really enjoyed their friendship. He didn’t know how they’d become so
comfortable touching each other all the time, but he was scared that it would change if Draco knew. He opened his eyes to find Ron looking from him to Hermione with confusion brewing in his eyes. Hermione was watching Draco carefully, which could only mean that he most definitely wasn’t looking at them.
Harry sighed internally. He cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks.”
Hermione looked at him pitifully and quickly started talking about their day, filling the silence as best she could. She asked about how their studies went, Harry responded and Draco said a word or two.
After suffering through it as long as he could, Harry wished everyone good night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco as he left, but let his hand trail along his shoulder as he walked passed.
The next morning, Harry lingered in bed. If he could, he’d avoid seeing Draco all day. Unfortunately, his last class was potions where they were partners. At breakfast he managed to get away with only a smile and a wave since Draco sat at the Slytherin table still. Harry tried hard to focus on his lessons all day, but he couldn’t deny he was nervous to see him.
When he arrived in potions at the end of the day, Draco was already there with all the ingredients for the days potion. He was chopping furiously when Harry reached him. “Hi, Draco.” He said nervously, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
“Hi, Potter.” Draco glanced up with a small smile. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to help or do you expect me to do all the work?”
Harry could have laughed with relief, but he didn’t. He gave Draco a grateful smile which was returned with a small quirk of the lips and they got to work.
The rest of the lesson passed in the same manner as the ones before. After, they walked together to dinner and Harry felt relieved. Until he couldn’t find Draco anywhere after dinner. He went to bed with a sinking feeling.
The week passed in the same pattern. The only time that Harry really saw Draco was during potions, his behavior seemingly unchanged. But Harry missed him. After potions on Friday Harry had had enough. As they walked together to dinner he blurted out. “Where have you been all week?” Grey eyes glanced up from the floor to meet his before flickering away. “I can never find you after dinner.” He said accusingly.
Draco answered softly. “I’ve had detention every day.”
“What?” Harry asked, reaching out to grab Draco’s arm. “For what?”
Turning to face Harry, Draco sighed. “You know how it is, some teachers will make up reasons to punish me.”
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to express his outrage when Draco gave him a defeated smile. “It doesn’t matter. Okay?”
Harry deflated. Draco twitched his arm awkwardly and Harry realized he was still holding him. He let go quickly but noticed the blush on Draco’s cheeks.
He deflated a little more.
On Saturday morning when Harry returned from breakfast he found Draco in the common room with his homework. After fetching his own, he sank down on the couch next to him.
Draco shifted to make more room for him.
After working for a little while Draco got up to get a different textbook and settled down again on the single couch. Harry frowned. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it before, but..
He sighed heavily and tried to focus on his work.
The next day he found himself working alone in the library. When he returned to the common room he found Draco curled up on the single couch with a book. He looked up when Harry entered and frowned slightly. “Where were you today?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, struggling to meet his eyes. “Thought I’d concentrate better in the library.” He moved to walk past where Draco was sitting, when Draco’s hand shot out as if to grab his hand but stopped suddenly, quivered in the air for a moment before disappearing just as fast.
Harry hesitated briefly. With a disappointed sigh he carried on walking.
“Harry.” Draco said.
Harry half turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. Draco cleared his throat. “Would you like to go fly for a bit?” Harry frowned skeptically, unsure of what how he wanted to respond. “There’s enough time for at least one game to end our draw before the light goes.” Draco said, smiling uncertainly. And that’s what got to Harry.
“Yeah, alright.” He answered finally.
The walk to the quidditch pitch was filled with awkward silence. At least it was for Harry. Once they were flying though, Harry felt better.
The light started to go quickly and Harry was scanning rather desperately for the snitch, it was the one he had caught in first year and he was rather sentimental about it. A glint of gold caught his eye and he dove toward it. As he neared it he saw Draco coming in from a different angle, slightly ahead of him. He pushed forward, urging his broom to go faster. At the last moment, he realized Draco would get there first and Harry would barrel into him soon after. Unfortunately, the last moment didn’t give him enough time to stop or change direction. All he could do was slow down to soften the impact.
Thankfully they were low to the ground so when they tumbled over one another and onto the grass, it wasn’t too hard a fall. They rolled and Harry landed half on Draco’s chest with a massive groan. Draco was gasping heavily. Harry lifted himself to quickly pat Draco down for injuries and once he was satisfied that he was fine he fell half onto Draco’s chest again. They caught their breath in silence.
It was the happiest Harry had been all week. Until Draco said, “Two one, Potter.” Harry looked up to see Draco clutching the snitch with a triumphant grin. He laughed and pushed himself up onto an elbow.
“You can’t tell me this one was an easy win.” Harry teased.
“No, I can’t.” Draco chuckled and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back, happy to have his friend back. He noticed the pink tinge on Draco’s cheeks as Draco’s eyes flickered away and he shifted awkwardly. Harry sat up quickly and Draco scooted away from Harry. His heart sank.
Draco cleared his throat, “Well, let’s go back.” He stood up and retrieved his broom. Harry sat there with his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees, drowning in unhappiness. He wasn’t going to get his easy friendship back. Draco had walked a few paces back toward the castle when he turned around. “Harry?” He said tentatively.
Harry sighed. “I can’t do this, Draco.” He shoved his hands in his hair and looked away, frustrated.
Draco frowned and came back. “What do you mean?” He asked softly.
“I mean I want you to just freak out about the fact that I didn’t tell you and be honest if you have a problem with who I am. I can’t take this dancing around it. I miss you.” He bit his lip to stop himself. After a long pause he looked up to find Draco staring at him in shock.
“You think I have a problem with who you are?” He asked quietly, which set warning bells off in Harry’s head. “You think I’ve been acting strange because I don’t accept this part of you.” He added. Then he laughed, a self deprecating sound that Harry knew well. Draco lifted a hand to his forehead. “Why wouldn’t you? It’s the obvious conclusion.” He laughed again, a little hysterically this time, which broke Harry out of his daze. He stood up and slowly approached him.
“Well, if it’s not that then what is it?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly before meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry watched a flush creep up his neck as he seemed to search for words. “Well, I couldn’t exactly be mad at you for not telling me when I’ve been keeping the exact same secret.” His cheeks were a deep pink now. Harry’s ears were ringing.
“What?” He whispered, disbelieving.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Harry could only stare at him. Draco swallowed nervously. “Anyway, I was trying to find the right time to tell you about me. But, as you know, it’s not easy.” He laughed awkwardly again. “And somehow knowing about you made my little crush seem less impossible which is stupid, really I know, so I was just giving myself a bit of space to dispel that illusion. That’s why I got detention everyday. I couldn’t focus, I was useless in class.” His gaze was flickering from Harry’s shoulder, his collar to his throat. Anywhere but his eyes. After a fortifying breath Draco added. “Our friendship is important to me. I didn’t want to mess it up.”
Harry was confused. He was shocked. But he knew that that made him happy. He pulled Draco towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I missed you, you idiot.”
Draco melted into the hug which made Harry’s heart soar. They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Draco pulled back, much to Harry’s regret. Harry searched his gaze. “It’s not impossible, you know. Or an illusion.” He whispered.
Draco’s breath caught. Harry smiled at him. “I don’t think.” Harry amended. But as he watched the moonlight play over Draco’s features he thought it was probably extremely possible. Probable in fact.
Draco watched Harry watch him for the longest time. His look of shock slowly abated until Harry was staring at Draco’s trademark smirk. “You’d better not think that counts as asking me out, because my standards are considerably higher than that.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled before adding, “I’m serious.” With that he turned and started toward the castle. Harry scrambled to catch up.
“I’ll write a poem.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Please don’t. I’m pretty set on saying yes. Don’t make that hard for me to do.”
Harry grinned. Feeling bold, he reached out to grab Draco’s hand as they walked forward. He let out a content sigh when Draco laced their fingers together.
Summary: Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Bucky burst out laughing
when he saw you.
You had followed his mother and sisters to the wedding venue
so you hadn’t seen him since you had left that morning. Becca’s prom dress
fitted you just right, but it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit for a wedding.
It was a shimmering purple dress with lots of frills.
“You look like a sparkling plum,” he said, doubling over in
Rhysand: Hogging the weight benches. Instead of listening to music, he just thinks about Cassian’s “Rhys is out of shape” comment and mutters under his breath, “Am not, am not, am not.” He has no idea that while Feyre is “on the treadmill” she’s actually snapping pictures of his BlessedBod™ and licking her lips. The gym staff notes this and decides to stay silent.
Helion: You know where he is: Stair Master for DAYZ! Gotta keep those thighs Heavenly, amiright? Helion loves the Stair Master, and every step makes those thighs just ripple, and before long, the once-empty Stair Master section becomes full of people who just want to see these thighs. When the weather gets cold, Helion starts to wear sweatpants and the gym is boycotted until the heat is turned on, leaving Helion free to return to his shorts.
Kallias: Doing couples workouts with Viviane. He holds her feet while she does sit-ups (definitely to be helpful and not because it gives him a great view of her cleavage while also blessing him with her most adorable scrunched-up-in-concentration face). They give each other quiet encouragements–he gets a kiss for every pushup–and sometimes get in trouble for locking themselves in the family changing room. Where they proceed to do their best to add to their family ;)
Tarquin: Nobody can figure out where he goes, but he comes back drenched in sweat and his body is perfect. All of it is toned–all of it–and nobody can understand how he looks like that after maybe an hour of exercise. Turns out, it’s not sweat at all: how did nobody figure out that he’s been at the pool doing laps this whole time? Swimmer’s Body™. In the lane across from him, a young swim instructor was trying to give lessons to a bunch of kids, but she kept getting distracted by Tarquin, who might as well have been born for the water. And as soon as he sees one of her students struggling, he offers to help (Tarquin+helping children+pool=pregnancy for everyone watching)
Thesan: The first day that Thesan joins the gym, he has every intention of joining the yoga class–but when he arrives, turns out it’s a women’s only class. Of course, this doesn’t phase Thesan, who couldn’t care less about the leggings and crazy positions they get into–he’s mostly concerned with the fact that this room gives him a great view of his lover, who’s killing it doing with the pull-up bar. It takes a few weeks for the women to decide that Thesan is actually the sweetest man ever–and why can’t straight men be more like him?–and even less time for him to become the teacher because he’s constantly practicing those positions outside of the gym. Much to the delight of his lover ;)
Beron: Two Words: Unnecessary. Grunting. Why does this guy sound like he’s trying to screw a rhinoceros every time he picks up a weight? Of course we understand that grunting is a natural way to relieve tension in the body while doing strength training, but what is his issue? His wife makes them enter separately so she can’t be associated with him–and also because this way, she can get a few minutes with Helion in behind the building (also why she, too, enjoys the Stair Master)
Tamlin: The guy who offers advice to people; frankly, even talking to someone you don’t know while they’re in the middle of their reps is a huge no-no, but he has the audacity to say, “Lift with your legs not your back!” Fine, the advice is true, but you were, and who asked this guy anyway? He also takes unnecessary pictures of himself in the mirror and takes extra-long showers in the men’s locker room (Rhys retaliates by stealing his clothes)
Feyre: When she’s not ogling Rhys–and who can blame her–our girl is slaying on the treadmill. She’s got a huge incline on that thing, she’s running at a solid sprint for longer than you thought was even possible, and just looking at her makes you exhausted and perhaps a little bit turned on. Also: “Rhys where’s my water bottle?” “I’ve got something else than could make you wet, Feyre darling ;)” “If you don’t give me my goddamn water-bottle right now, I’ll change gyms.”
Eris: Mortified by his father. Follows his mother’s example and doesn’t enter with Beron; instead, he waits until Beron has disappeared back into the locker room before he gets in some quick reps. But his favorite place to be is on the courts; Eris loves playing basketball and volleyball and such, engaging in team activities who seem genuinely pleased to have him around–it’s a bit different from his home-life. Here, at least, there aren’t any schemes, and the only strategies needed are how to get around the goddamn 7′0 scowling center (who does this ‘Lorcan’ think he is?).
Cassian and Azriel: The personal trainers and life-coaches everyone needs in their life. They spend their time alternating between yelling at Rhys, screaming at Rhys, pouring water on Rhys’s head, and shouting at Rhys. “My grandmother could lift those weights faster than you!!!” “You never met her–” “IrReLevANT!” Whenever Rhys tries to eat a protein bar, they snatch it away. “What did we say about these?! They’re just sugar, not actual protein!” “Then why are you eating it?!” “Because we confiscated it!”
Rhysand to Tamlin:
Terrifying Thoughts Tarquin Has to Encourage Him to Swim Faster:
Draco can feel the tension in his body twisting and turning, slowly ebbing away as he and Harry leave Robards’ office in a hurry. He’d been dying to get out of that meeting from the moment it had begun this morning.
It had been a mandatory review of all of their cases from the last six months. Apparently the head of the department had decided that no one was exempt from the intense scrutiny they’d just faced over the last two hours. Hell he had expected it to be brutal based on the chatter around the Auror office from those who had already faced their own review, but even he couldn’t have anticipated the kinds of questions they would ask.
“And do you feel your relationship with Mr. Potter is completely professional?”
“Mr. Malfoy, have your feelings for Mr. Potter ever gotten in the way of your ability to make an unbiased call in the field?”
“Mr. Potter, there is a history of rash decisions in your case file. Do you believe yourself of sound mind and judgement in the heat of the moment?”
“Gentleman, have you ever had more than a professional working relationship with your Auror partner?”
They’d claimed the questions were standard, and would be the same for all partners regardless of gender or sexual orientation. A necessary precaution they’d called it. But Draco had felt his insides churning at the questions, his mind over run with thoughts and desires which he usually worked very hard to keep below the surface. He had answered them with a cool and calm countenance that had betrayed nothing of his true feelings.
Harry on the other hand had begun to get agitated the second they’d questioned his personal life.
“I’m a damn good Auror and what I do off the clock is none of your business.”
They were partners. Friends. And yet Harry had bristled at the insinuation they were more, refusing to answer the questions which Draco was sure only made things about a hundred times worse.
By the time they finally reach their office Harry is in a right mood, ripping his Auror robes off and flinging them on the chair in the corner. He takes his glasses off next, setting them on the desk and rubbing his face with both hands. He looks tired, stressed. It’s not the first time Draco has wondered why Harry is still an Auror. He’s good at it, damn good in fact, His reflexes are excellent and his experience with Dark Wizards invaluable. But even after three years working together Draco can see that he still has trouble taking orders; he’s brash and though his instinct are usually right he follows them blindly. Mostly though, despite how good he is at his job he just doesn’t seem happy.
Draco watches with curiosity as Harry just drops to the floor, as if he truly cannot take another moment of anything, running his hands through his hair before laying down. He feels guilty for the thoughts that run through his mind, the way he can’t take his eyes off the strength in Harry’s forearms, or the space between his legs. H knows he shouldn’t be thinking those things when Harry is clearly struggling. But the questions had been too much, had brought too much to the forefront of his min, and though he might not be showing it outwardly Draco feels just as close to exploding as Harry looks.
“Do you regret it?” Harry asks quite suddenly, startling Draco out of his thoughts.
“Becoming an Auror?”
Of all the things Draco thought the other man might say that is not one of them. He thinks back on the brutal years in training, of the distrust and harassment he had faced when he first joined and the hard work and determination it had taken to get anyone to take him seriously. He thinks back to when they had first become partners and the way they had argued and clashed just as intensely as they had in school, until one day after a bad case when they’d both ended up at the same bar and gotten pissed after work together. The next day he couldn’t remember what either one of them had said or done, and truth be told he still has no idea if Harry ever remembered because they never discussed it, but things had changed after that. They had begun working as a team, and before Draco had known what was happening they weren’t just two people being forced to work together they were partners; a well functioning team that both trusted and relied on one another.
He looks at Harry now, sprawled out on the floor looking tense and unhappy, something Draco now knows he hides from almost everyone else and he wonders what it means that Harry trusts him with the ugliest sides of himself so implicitly.
Draco doesn’t usually stop to think about his own feelings, not after having worked so hard to push them away. He regrets many things in his life, but becoming an Auror is not one of them, not when it has led him this. Whatever this might be.
“No, I don’t.”
Harry’s shoulders tighten and Draco wonders when exactly he learned to read the other man so well. He looks angry, at himself Draco thinks, and guilty.
“You know its ok to hate your job.”
Harry jerks his head up in surprise, his brow crinkling in confusion. “But you just said-”
“I know perfectly well what I said. I answered your question honestly. You just didn’t ask the right question.” Draco crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair and watching Harry throw his hands in the air before dropping his head back to the ground with an audible thud.
“Well what the bloody fuck was the right question?”
Draco can’t help it, he laughs. Harry shoots him an angry look.
“I’m so glad you find this so funny.”
“Always so fucking melodramatic, Potter.” Draco knows exactly what to say to get a rise out of him and Harry is on his feet in seconds.
“That meeting was a load of shit. We’re the best Aurors in the department and they know it.”
“Are you angry because they questioned your work ethic or because they questioned our relationship?” Draco says, and is surprised at how good it feels to say something. To acknowledge them in some way, even if they have no idea what they are.
Harry opens his mouth to speak and then stops as if he’s thought better of it. He suddenly looks so unsure, and so much younger than his twenty seven years. He rubs his hands on his shirt almost unconsciously and just stares at Draco.
“Do you want to know what I think?” Draco asks, rising from his seat and closing the small distance between them. He can practically feel the tension in Harry’s body, the air nearly crackling with it. “I think you’re tired of all of it; of the protocol and the bureaucracy and the phoniness. You’ve spent your entire fucking life saving everyone else and being who they needed to be and I think you’ve finally had enough. Today. Right now, Harry. You’ve had enough.”
Harry sucks in a deep breath, and Draco has no idea what to expect because he knows he’s crossing that forbidden line that says neither one of them will acknowledge real feelings but he doesn’t care because he can’t stand another day of pretending either.
“Aren’t you tired of being what everyone else needs you to be? Don’t you want to get what you need for once?”
Harry licks his lips, still unable to move from his spot as if his feet have been spelled to the floor. “And what exactly is it you think I need?”
Fuck it Draco thinks, he’s come this far already. Instead of saying anything he reaches out, his hands sliding into Harry’s hair and gently urging him closer. He presses his lips to Harry’s, afraid for a moment he’s made a mistake and gone too far but then Harry is nearly clawing at him, his hands grabbing onto Draco so tightly it almost hurts.
The kiss is almost brutal, desperate, and so fucking good Draco stops trying to hold it in and just moans into Harry’s mouth which only spurs the other man on even more. Draco’s hand is sliding down Harry’s back when there is a knock on the door and they spring apart just seconds before the door flies open. It’s Robards. Draco has never wanted to curse someone as badly as he does right in this moment. His heart aches and he just knows the moment has been ruined, that this interruption has shattered whatever fragile thing they were beginning.
“Listen, Potter, Malfoy, about before I-”
“I quit!” Harry shouts and Draco’s mouth falls open in the most un-Malfoy like display of shock he’s ever shown.
“Excuse me, Potter, you can’t quit!”
Draco doesn’t even look at Robards, because he can’t take his eyes off Harry. Harry looks giddy, euphoric even, and it reminds Draco of the way Potter used to look after he’d caught the Golden Snitch.
“Yes, Sir, I can. I quit. I hate my job,” he shouts, and then he begins to laugh. Robards looks like he thinks Harry might have lost his mind. “God that felt good to say out loud. I FUCKING HATE MY JOB!” he screams even louder, making several of the other Aurors peek their heads down the hallway and through the open door to their office.
Robards holds his hand up to silence him but Harry is paying him no mind.
“I hate the paperwork and the assignments and the bloody protocol that makes no sense sometimes and I hate the awful hours. Fuck I hate everything about it except that I get to work with you,” Harry says, turning to look at Draco with a look so pure in intensity Draco is glad he’s sitting down already.
“And what about you, Malfoy?” Robards asks, sounding equal parts confused and helpless.
“Oh I quit too. I detest this job.”
“I thought you said you didn’t regret becoming an Auror?” Harry asks suddenly, as if he’s forgotten Robards is just standing there watching them.
Draco shrugs, almost nonchalantly. “I don’t regret it, not at all. But I still fucking hate this job.”
“Then why don’t you regret it?” he asks, and Draco wonders how it’s possible that other man really doesn’t see it.
“Because you oblivious idiot, I’m in love with you. Pretty sure if you jumped out this window right now I’d follow you like a lovesick puppy. It’s absolutely pathetic,” he answers in the most self deprecating tone possible.
“Well, that’s rather good then isn’t it. Because I’m in love with you.”
“Right, well I’ll just be leaving now,” Robards mumbles awkwardly before shutting the door behind him. Neither Harry nor Draco pay him any attention.
“So, before….when you said you knew what I needed,” Harry begins to say, crossing the room until he’s standing directly in front of Draco with his hand outstretched. “What if you showed me instead.”
“I can’t think of anything I’d like more,“ Draco answers, taking Harry’s hand in his own and thinking that maybe what they both want and need might just be the same things.
A/N: i really like this! i hope you guys do too! send me suggestions and ideas please! also, if you would like me continue this please say so!
SUMMARY: due to his girlfriend who drove you crazy, you hadn’t spoken to jimin in months. he had also distanced himself from you, and he didn’t seem to mind too much… or at least you thought so.
You and Jimin had split ways for a few months once he had gotten a girlfriend. He spent less and less time with you, and you were more than just slightly jealous. You had liked him since the two of you met, a little bit over a year ago. At times, you believed that he felt the same, but at others you didn’t think so at all. Jimin was a confusing creature to you, and you never could understand him. Especially when he called you in tears, apologizing and begging for you to come by the dorms.
“Jimin, I’m busy studying,” you sighed. Although you desperately wanted to go lay in his arms and hold him, you had priorities. Jimin whimpered, obviously sobbing about something that had absolutely tore him apart. “I can’t, okay? Plus, we haven’t spoken in months. Why would I come over even if I could?” You heard Jimin continuing to cry on the line, and your heart ached. He was your soft spot, and no time away from him could change that. If someone hurt your Chim, then they had hurt you worse. Sitting on your bed surrounded by textbooks, you let out a sigh. “Jimin, answer me.”
“I miss you. I’m sorry that I ever abandoned you to hang out with her. You should have been over her on my list of friends, and I’m sorry. Forgive me, please,” Jimin choked out the words. You bit your tongue, glancing at the time on your phone. It was an early Thursday morning, meaning you had classes at eleven. “Y/N, I left you and the boys to hang out with her. She didn’t even treat me good, so I’m a fool. I should have just spent my time with you guys, because you’re far more important.”
“Jimin, I don’t have time to hear you rant. Go talk to Taehyung…”
“Y/N! Don’t you hear me!” Jimin cried out, and I ran my hand through my hair. He was in pain, and he knew that he could get my attention. He cried on the line, his hiccuping sobs in the background. “Taehyung told me to come to you. All of the boys want me to talk to you. I messed up our friendship, and I want to fix this. The boys said that you haven’t been the same since I started dating that witch. I’m sorry that I ever did that to you. Please forgive me; I don’t want you to ignore me.”
I replied, “Jimin.” He whined softly, completely shattering me. He wanted me to come over, and that was clear. He wouldn’t be calling me if he just wanted to repair his mistakes. I let out a deep breath, not realizing I had held it in. His voice sounded familiar, although he was not in the best condition. He was familiar, and I had missed him dearly. “I understand you’re upset about what you did, but I can’t just forgive you. I want to —I really do— It’s just that I can’t. You… You weren’t there for me, and why should I be there for you?”
“You shouldn’t,” Jimin hiccuped. “I’m an awful friend and I didn’t appreciate you like I should have. You should yell at me and hang up the phone. You should block my number and tell the boys to never bring me around. You should avoid coming to the dorms whenever I’m here, and try to have the boys over at your apartment instead. You shouldn’t listen to me cry and beg, but you are. I love you, Y/N. You are the best person possibly in my life, and I don’t know why I ever pushed you out. Y—”
“Jimin, I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
It didn’t take you long to arrive at the dorms, and when you knocked at the door, Namjoon instantly opened it. His eyes were wide, and he let out a well deserved sigh. You could hear Jimin crying, and you watched as Jungkook waved at you over Namjoon’s shoulder. You had remained close to the rest of the boys, but nothing compared to what your relationships were like before. Namjoon moved out of the way for you, and you slipped off your shoes as you entered the dorms.
Jungkook led you around the corner, and you saw Jimin lying on the couch, covered in blankets. He hugged a pillow, not even realizing your arrival. His sobbing covered up all noise in the dorms, and you saw Jin trying to cheer him up. Jin held soup in his hands; soup that made you feel better anytime you needed it. Jin saw you and smiled, believing that you could help get Jimin out of his funk. Whatever had happened, it was probably regarding his girlfriend. Yoongi rested his body against the doorway of his shared room with Jin, his eyes showing his exhaustion. The boys were desperate, and they all knew your visit would help phenomenally.
“Jimin, Y/N is here,” Jin stated, standing up. Jimin immediately stopped screaming, and he looked over in your direction. He looked exhausted, and his face was red and puffy from the tears that left his eyes. Seeing him in that condition, you felt yourself breaking. You couldn’t leave him like that, and you wished you came sooner. “Will you let all of us sleep now? She’ll stay here as long as she can.” Jimin nodded faintly, and Yoongi backed up into his room.
Namjoon placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just get him to sleep and then you can come join one of us if you’d like. Or you can head home, but make sure to tell one of us beforehand. Thank you, Y/N. We’ll repay you in someway one day.” You nodded, seeing how thankful he was in his eyes. You and Namjoon had a weird understanding for each other, and that was probably caused by your work ethics. You were similar in how hardworking and goal-stricken you two were. The boys all thanked you before disappearing into their rooms.
You walked over to the couch where Jimin laid, hearing him whimper out in agony. He was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him, and that hurt like hell. You sat on the edge of the couch, and watched as Jimin’s bottom lip quivered. Tears stained his round cheeks, and you took a deep breath. He needed you, and just sitting beside him wasn’t going to help. When it came to Jimin, you knew that he was craving the arms of someone he cared for.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin whined quietly.
“N– no, don’t cry,” you stuttered, scooting closer to him. Jimin did exactly the opposite of what you asked of him, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks again. If you hated anything, it was making Jimin cry. “Jiminie… Don’t cry because you’ll make me cry. I don’t want both of us to be crying and disturbing the boys. You all need to rest, Jimin.” He sighed, his hand crawling out from under the blankets. He reached out for your hand, and you didn’t hesitate before latching onto him. You missed his touch. “You’re not going to sleep unless I’m here, are you?” Jimin shook his head.
Jimin scooted over, closer to the back cushions, allowing you to have space next to him. You slowly lifted your feet onto the couch, and felt your heart racing as Jimin covered you up with blankets. He wrapped his arms around you, sniffling. You placed your head on his shoulder as he shuffled down and hid his face in your chest. He intertwined your legs, squeezing at the back fabric of your shirt. He had missed you more than anything, and your presence had calmed him down already. He hadn’t realized how much he needed you until then.
“Jimin,” you breathed.
“Please,” Jimin whispered. “Just tonight. Forget about everything I did, and pretend that we are still really close.” You nodded faintly, placing your hands in his hair. You rubbed his scalp, making Jimin sleepy. It wouldn’t take long for him to doze off, but you lie awake, wondering what had gone wrong between the two of you. You had been so close, once upon a time. A girl had ruined all of it, and you wished that you hadn’t allowed her to. Jimin was your world before she came along.
The next morning, Jimin woke up before you. He smelled the fragrance only possibly belonging to Jin’s food. You were wrapped in his arms and fast asleep, and he knew that you wouldn’t wake up as long as he was there. Jin was clearly trying to be quiet, a smile on his lips as he stood in the kitchen wearing an apron. Jimin glanced down at you, seeing you holding onto the fabric of his shirt. He loved every moment of you being engulfed by him, and he realized that he would do anything to keep it that way. He loved you, and he wish he had known sooner.
“Aw,” Taehyung cooed, walking out of his room. Jimin sent a glare in his direction, and Taehyung quickly shut up. Jimin wanted to let you sleep for as long as you could, because once you woke, you both had to face reality. He was in pain because of his ex who cheated, and you were simply being a good friend. Taehyung smiled, leaning over on the couch to get a better view of you two. Taehyung had always had his suspicions about you and Jimin, and he seemed the most pleased out of everyone. You two were happy together.
“Don’t bother them,” Jin pulled Tae away from the couch. Taehyung frowned, and Jimin mouthed thank you to Jin.
You were ever so slowly coming to your senses, but you didn’t want to wake up. You had missed everything about Jimin, and laying there made you regretful for ever letting someone get in the way. Of course you had cuddled with all of the other members, but that was different. They were not Jimin. You felt your eyelids slightly shaking from wanting to open, and Jimin seemed to notice.
“Not yet,” he whispered in you ear. You smiled faintly, knowing he did not want to get up either. Jimin squeezed you lightly, placing his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent & Reader
Author’s Note: A few weeks ago, @fillthevoid-stilinski and I were talking about her series, Between Us, which is an excellent Scott/fake relationship mini, and she was like, you know what I want to read? A Stiles/fake relationship fic, and I want you to write it. Seeing as her big TWO-OH is coming up on October 18th, and I also worship the ground she walks on, I obliged her. This is my birthday gift to my Posey, the other half of Eat, and one third of the Puppy Pack, and just my all-around across the pond soulmate. I hope you all enjoy this fake relationship, Stiles mini series.
Thanks: huge thanks to @ellie-bee242 for helping me finally come up with the idea of how this fic was going to go. I literally would never have come up with this without her.
Series Summary: When Stiles Stilinski and Y/n Y/L/N were sixteen years old, they made a pact: if in twenty years, they were both still single and their friends had all gotten married, they would marry each other. At twenty-six, a turn of events and a wedding, change their entire lives.
Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Epilogue
“I still feel bad for Isaac and Kira though.” You said, sitting on the counter in Stiles’ kitchen, eating an apple, while he stared at his open fridge.
Stiles closed the door halfway so that he could look at you on the other side of it. “Are you telling me you were rooting for anyone but Scott and Allison ending up together?” He rolled his eyes and went back to searching for something to munch on.
“Of course not, they’re our best friends, and they’re sickeningly cute together, and she loves him so much, I wanted them to get back together. I just feel bad for, well, Isaac mostly. Kira and Scott were never that serious, but Isaac seemed pretty into Al.”
Stiles closed the door, not having found anything, and stared up at you, crunching your way through the granny smith apple in your hand. “Yea, well, maybe if he stopped wearing those fucking scarves when it’s the middle of May, he would get the girl.” You smirked and rolled your eyes at your best friend, not indulging his irrational hatred of Isaac’s scarves with a reply. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Your smirk grew into a smug grin, which you broke when you took another bite from the piece of fruit, and then shrugged. “Oh, well then, I hate you, and you don’t get to eat my fruit.”
Summary: Imagine being Bill’s girlfriend and being casted to play Beverly’s older sister in the new IT movie. Even if you characters gets killed early you stick around for Bill and the kids who love nothing more than to tease him about your relationship because he is super sweet and cute with you.
“I wish I didn’t have to kill you.” Bill mumbled, almost pouting at you and you just chuckled at him, shaking your head.
“You can’t change the script, Bill!” you pointed out “But even as that, I promise I’m not holding a grudge on you. I’m sure if there is one man on this Earth whose arms I’d have to die in it would be you.” you said with a soft smile and for a moment he merely gazed back at you with a loving smile on his face.
“Die in my arms, not by them.” he said with an almost adorable frown as he looked down, swinging his long legs back and forth like a little child. Almost adorable because you couldn’t tell much of your boyfriend underneath all the crazy clown make up he had.
“Baby” you giggled how cute he was despite it all “It’s not your fault and you know that. Besides, come on Bill! I am very much alive and talking to you! It was just a scene, I’d love to have some on screen time with you but we couldn’t have that. Let’s just enjoy the time we have behind the scenes, yes?”
◇ i havent updated in agesss lordt im sorry guys but i hope you enjoy this!! The last part in the tfs series 🤗
You woke up the day after you sent Jeon your thanks for the previous night’s escapade, not an inkling of a hangover because you didn’t drink. You almost wished you had, though, because at least then you could blame your actions on your tipsy brain and not your very alert and well-aware mind.
But no, you weren’t under any kind of influence when you let Jeon Jungkook tug apart your legs and eat you out like a man starved, and you were definitely in your right mind when you got home and stripped down and took the most flattering picture you could take before sending it to him. You had no idea what consequences your decisions would reap but you were only hoping that, if anything, nothing would change.
But in the days that followed your exchange of… intimate media with Jeon Jungkook, however, it was as though he was everywhere you went.
In the supermarket when you were picking up broccoli after Jennie read an article about college students not eating enough greens — in the coffee shop on campus before one of your lectures, where he stole one of your muffins and left you only with a cheeky grin and a fleeting kiss on the cheek (you try not to linger on how almost romantic that particular run-in was), and more that included the campus library and the park as just a few.
He didn’t try to push anything — he didn’t ask for a kiss, or another picture, or try and coerce you into another night together. It almost seemed as if you’d reached a ceasefire with your little game. Maybe your whole fiasco with Namjoon, and Jungkook’s favour, and your repayment had brought you both to a common ground of some sort. You didn’t fight to make him lose control and he didn’t fight to make you squirm in the best way possible.
It seemed more domestic than whatever it was you had signed up for, yet — and you weren’t about to admit it to anyone — you didn’t mind it.
The dryer vibrates underneath you, making your body shake with every spin of the drum. Your legs kicked back and forth, ears plugged with music and eyes shut tiredly. It’s Saturday morning, the Saturday of a boring and draining week that you were ecstatic was finally over. Unfortunately, sleeping in was to be left for tomorrow — after fighting to find clothes to wear on Wednesday through Friday, you reluctantly admitted that you needed a visit to the laundromat. So here you are, dressed in day-old sweatpants and a gigantic hoodie, flip-flops hanging off your feet at 9:47 on a Saturday.
There’s only a few others here; and old lady washing bunches of blankets, a middle-aged man stuffing what looks suspiciously like a body pillow into the dryer, a fellow college student almost falling asleep leaning on the washing machines.
You, yourself, settled onto the dryer seconds after turning it on, propping your head against the wall behind you. The melodious sound of Rihanna and Kendrick Lamar was doing a good job of lulling you to sleep, pulling you deeper and deeper into dreamland…
You don’t know how long you had drifted off for, but when you wake up you’re leaning against something warm and distinctly alive that was definitely not there before. Cautiously, you lift your head from what you can tell is a shoulder, eyes trailing up to meet the eyes of—
“Jeon Jungkook,” you state groggily, eyes narrowing as you yank your earphones from your ears. “What do you think you’re doing, creep?”
“Don’t thank me,” he replies smoothly, not looking up from his phone. “I put a second load in the dryer for you. Cute panties, by the way.“
"I’m kidding,” he scoffs, a grin tugging at his cheeks as you punch his shoulder roughly. He grabs your shoulders jokingly in an effort to push you away, his giggles unconsciously making you laugh yourself. “I’m not disgusting."
"Yeah, you are,” you murmur, smirking as you settle back into your position. His shoulder is strangely comfy and he smells nice, too… What detergent does he use?
“When did you even get here?“
"Like twenty minutes ago.” He shrugs. “You were about to fall over so I made the ultimate sacrifice and gave up my shoulder for you."
"Gee,” you began sarcastically, “Thanks."
"I know,” he says, nodding. You watch in interest as he pockets his phone, finally leaving you both with nothing else except the dryer underneath you and the wall against your backs. “If I was a bad person I’d ask for a payment…"
"Payment,” you chortle. “I gave you payment enough just days ago. Or do you not remember?"
"Ah.” His voice takes on a darker, more mischievous tone and you can’t see it but you can imagine that he’s licked his lips. You roll your eyes at his typical fuckboy behaviour. “I remember quite clearly."
"Good,” you agree, lifting your head from his shoulder and slipping from the dryer once it stops shaking. “Because that’s the only one you’re getting."
"Only one I need, baby.” Another shrug, and he leans back and watches you with those darkened eyes and sharp jaw and cheeky smile as you pull your clothes from the dryer.
He walks you home that day, carrying most of your clothes because you complained about your arms hurting and apparently he skipped gym this week, so he deserved it. It’s another oddly domestic encounter, with Jungkook carrying your laundry basket and cracking jokes, and more than just you can definitely see that, if the glances you were receiving as you walk across campus were anything to go off.
You could never truly escape your own thoughts. Even when something wasn’t particularly bothering you your mind would conjure an essay (or two) on why you couldn’t possibly relax until everything was certain.
And at the moment, your mind was pushing your thoughts to two fronts. On one end, you were beating yourself up for the decisions you’d made in the past month (or in the past few months, more like), chastising yourself because whatever inkling of fondness that you were aware was growing for Jeon Jungkook in your chest was not good news. You were so torn between wanting them to stop and not minding when they grew.
On the other end, you were quite… satisfied with where you were going. You (using the term very lightly) liked Jungkook (a bit, you guess) and you were certain that he liked you. He was a devil with his mouth and his hips could go at speeds you didn’t think were possible — and when his fingers pressed against your throat? Yes, please. He was the best lay you’ve had in weeks. You were just uncertain as to how long he could entertain himself with you for, and if you could handle whatever feelings were sprouting inside you before he inevitably broke things off.
Jeon Jungkook was Jeon Jungkook, after all, and you weren’t going to humour yourself with the idea of ‘taming’ him, or something along those lines — even though (and you would never admit it) you wanted to. You and Jungkook, despite your petty arguing and competitiveness, were compatible in a way that nobody else was to you. And that both irritated you and made your heart flutter, albeit reluctantly.
Trying to distract yourself once again, you switch on your phone, scrolling through your timeline boredly but itching to enter your chat with Jungkook again. The last thing that had been sent was your photo and message.
Every once in a while, when a post of his would pop up, you would humour yourself with rolling your eyes at every fake-deep caption and scoffing inwardly at his attempts at jokes (which are actually funny, but again, you weren’t about to admit that to anyone). The one post that draws the most attention from you is a completely black photo, but the caption is what interests you:
u ever wanted to b w someone so bad that u miss them even when uve spent most of ur time thinkin about them or with them?
Out of interest, your eyes flicker to the date the post was put up, only to recoil when you realised it was put up mere hours ago.
The first comments you see are from another one of Jungkook’s friends, Jung Hoseok. Sounds like love to me bro 👀👀.
Shit, u rite, Jungkook had replied, the words sending your heart into a frenzy. He couldn’t be… possibly… referring to you? Or was it all just wishful thinking?
But never mind what you decided it was, because quite literally a few seconds after contemplating the matter your phone buzzes, and an Instagram notification swings down onto the top of your screen.
goldenboi97 [12:41]: u up?
You bite your lip, wondering if you should reply and what with. It normally wasn’t this hard to talk to him but with the knowledge (or what you think is knowledge) of his feelings weighing down on your shoulders, you feel pressured to reply the way he expects you to reply — as if you should mould yourself into the person he sees you as.
Don’t be stupid, you chide to yourself as you tap to open the chat fully. If he likes you so much he’ll take what he’s given.
goldengirl [12:41]: its like midday y would i still b sleeping
goldenboi97 is typing… Your heart hammered and you shook your head, shaking your limbs to shake yourself from your funk. Why was it that when you weren’t directly with him the mere thought of him drowned you in your own nerves? Yet when you stood face to face it was like your brain forced you to become some confident, smooth-talking woman.
goldenboi97 [12:42]: idk, u might be tired after running thru my mind all day 😏
You huffed a laugh at the sheer corny-ness emanating from the text, rolling your eyes as you type out a reply.
goldengirl [12:43]: just wondering how many times youve used that line tbh
goldengirl [12:43]: Dont u get tired of tryna pick up girls. More specifically me
You tap out of the conversation, scrolling through your explore page once more, liking photos and tagging your friends in certain posts. You almost miss the notification from Jungkook that comes just a few minutes later.
goldenboi97 [12:44]: depends on if theyre u or not
goldenboi97 [12:46]: its fun to use pick up lines on u
goldenboi97 [12:46]: besides baby u love them
You stare at the screen for a second, trying to ignore the shiver sent up your spine at his pet name, or how he conveniently knew you that well.
goldengirl [12:48]: shut uppp
goldengirl [12:48]: u sound like a twelve year old
He must still be in the chat, because the little seen pops up immediately below your texts. Once again, goldenboi97 is typing appears just below it.
goldenboi97 [12:48]: im ur 12 year old
goldenboi97 [12:49]: aight that was cheesy ill show myself out
goldengirl [12:49]: yeah lmao
goldengirl [12:49]: its cute tho
Shit, shit, shit. You were absolutely not meant to type that. Your whole body seizes up and locks as you stare in horror at the three dots that tease you once more, before disappearing off of the page for a good minute until they make another appearance. In the meanwhile, your mind races with the possibilities of what he could be typing, or thinking.
goldengirl [12:50]: i mean like not in a romantic way in a completely platonic way
goldenboi97 [12:50]: youre adorable
goldenboi97 [12:50]: but i guess in a completely platonic and not at all romantic way at ALL
goldenboi97 [12:51]: not romantic. Nope
It takes everything you have to not squeal into your pillow at his insinuations. You’ve never been the type of girl to get so excited over a boy, nevermind the type of boy that Jungkook was, but you’re too preoccupied to care.
“What the fuck are you doing, Jeon,” Jungkook murmurs in frustration, a hand swiping up his face and through his hair. The source of his vexation stares back at him, illuminating his face with white light.
I kinda like u and i know what we’ve had has been exclusively sexual but idk. That’s what typed into his text bar, and the enter button is haunting him. God, the weight it’d take off his shoulders if he just sent the damn text, but contrary to popular belief, Jungkook did actually have fears: rejection from a girl he seriously likes is one of them.
“What’s wrong?” Taehyung speaks up from across the room, glancing up from his own phone. His head lifts from where it was resting on his hand and a teasing smile graces his lips. “You get curved?”
“Nah,” Jungkook mutters, flipping his phone between his hands. “About to though, probably.”
“Do tell,” Taehyung urges, plopping his phone down in a way that tells Jungkook that he isn’t going to be leaving until Taehyung knew every detail.
“Nothing to tell,” Jungkook grunts, shrugging nonetheless. “I’m trying to talk up this girl. She’s more than likely gonna turn me down.”
The thought made him sick. How was he supposed to tell you his feelings without sounding like a hypocritical idiot? How would he convince you to believe him?
God, a few months ago the idea of this would’ve made him laugh. It was always easy for him to pick up and drop girls like they were nothing — he had no clue of what was different about you but if the thoughts of you constantly plaguing his mind and the thumping of his heart when you were around was anything to go on, he was sure that he liked you. A lot.
“You seem more bothered with that than you should be.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook agrees, staring quietly at the sentence just waiting to be sent, his thumb hovering nervously over the enter button. “I am.”
(He doesn’t end up sending the message for one reason and one reason only: fear.)
“You and Jungkook seem to be chatting an awful lot,” Rose comments as another notification lights up your screen. You shrug, pretending to brush it off while you set your fork on the edge of your plate and reply to his text. “That’s it? A shrug?"
"What do you want?” You mumble distractedly, before you put your phone back and return to devouring your pancakes. “There’s nothing to tell.”
Rose’s eyes narrow as she reaches behind her to another table to steal their maple syrup, pouring a generous amount over her plate. “I’m just saying that it’s weird how you hated him just, like, three weeks ago."
"And now you’re texting and stuff. I just don’t want you to get into something without knowing what’s really going on. You could get hurt."
"Thanks for caring,” you say sincerely, “but I’m a big girl. I know what I’m getting into."
She hums suspiciously, playing with her fork. "If this turns out bad I’m gonna tell you I told you so—"
"You ladies want anything else?” A voice asks suddenly, drawing your attention from Rose and her lecture. It’s a decently tall man, with tanned skin and a small nose and a beaming smile that’s much too bright for this time of morning. He looks weirdly familiar, but you try not to creep him out with staring. “Coffee? Extra pancakes?"
"Um, we’re good,” Rose replies nicely, smiling. She glances at you as you finish the last morsel of food on your plate. “Actually, can we get the bill?"
"Bill?” He echoes, a brow raising. He shakes his head, slyness slinking into his smile. You’re startled when his eyes settle on you. “For Kookie’s girl? It’s fine — on the house.” J
ung Hoseok — that’s why he was so bloody familiar looking. He was one of Jungkook’s buddies, close enough for Jungkook to think of him as a brother — but that wasn’t relevent at the moment when all you could think about is the odd mixture of elation, confusion, embarrassment and horror that takes control of your body.
“Me? Jungkook and I— we—” You splutter uselessly, gaping as Hoseok winks and begins to turn. “I am not Jeon Jungkook’s girl—!"
Rose places a hand over yours frantically. "Stop! We’re getting free breakfast!”
You deflate, pouting as Rose gathers her things before you too get ready to leave, head still swimming from what you were feeling.
(You coincidentally don’t confront the giddiness that you felt at the thought of being Jungkook’s, but that’s another story for another day.)
It feels like forever since Jungkook has actually attended a lecture. They weren’t mandatory for this class, after all, and with them being first thing in the morning he more often than not opted to sleep in rather than haul his ass to class. If it weren’t for Jin, actually, he’d still be in bed instead of a crowded lecture hall, filled to the brim with the tired, coffee-fueled zombies that were his fellow college students.
He’s slumped onto his desk, laptop bright and unused in front of him. Chatter drifted through the air with every minute that passed without the professor, and although he was sat beside friends and could spot many a familiar face within the room, he was too tired to begin a conversation. And he really wasn’t planning to, because Jin had already spoken to him about his temper, but when he heard the two snot nosed boys talking a few rows in front of him, he couldn’t help himself.
“She’s got a tight ass. You see her at Jackson’s last party? Was this close from goin’ up to her and taking her home—"
”Everyone was, bro. Jeon’s one lucky fucker — if she was mine, though, I wouldn’t be so open-handed with her—“
"Good thing she’s not though, huh?” Jungkook called gruffly, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. He sees them stiffen, throwing their eyes behind them to see who had eavesdropped on their conversation. They shift uncomfortably as Jungkook continues, “Next time you decide to talk ‘bout how much you wanna fuck someone make sure their fuckin’ man isn’t in the room, huh?”
Their cheeks are flushing red as they turn back to the front of the room. Jungkook was about to continue if it wasn’t for the hand that pats his arm, stirring him from his anger. Taehyung raises an eyebrow warningly, sending Jungkook a weird look that makes the younger man huff and pull his arm away, only muttering, “They’re fuckin’ disgusting."
Taehyung moves to open his mouth but he’s interrupted by the professor — an excellently timed entrance that Jungkook sighs in relief for, knowing that he’s not ready for the conversation Taehyung was definitely going to initiate.
He suffers for an hour and a half through the professor’s drawling and Taehyung’s curious looks, and by the time it’s time to leave he’s certain that he’s about to jump over every table and sprint as far away as he can. He packs away his laptop with the energy of one hundred toddlers with a sugar high, a spring in his step as he passes past his professor with a wave of his hand—
"So it’s official?” Taehyung asks casually from besides Jungkook. Jungkook sighs in exasperation; in his rush to leave he hadn’t escaped his friend. “You and _____?"
"Nothing’s confirmed,” he grumbles, unconsciously stopping when Taehyung stops to drink from a water tap. Jungkook puts his hands in his pocket, eyes drifting leisurely over campus. “I don’t even know if she wants more than… Whatever we have."
"That’s a stretch away from calling yourself her man, dude,” Taehyung whistles, lifting his mouth momentarily, “Whatever, though. Listen, Jimin’s having another get together tonight. Somethin’ small—"
"By small, you mean at most a hundred, right?” Jungkook huffs a laugh, leaning against the wall next to Taehyung. “I’ll be there. Probably."
"You should bring ‘your girl’,” Taehyung snickers, grinning devilishly. Jungkook hides an annoyed smile, still focused on his surroundings. The fountain in the centre of campus, spewing crystal water that sparkled in the sunlight. A group of people playing frisbee like they were on the cover of a college brochure. Namjoon obviously trying to chat you up. A crow eating what was left of a student’s sandwich—
Eyebrows knitting together, Jungkook turned his attention back to what had caught his eye. Sure enough, across the gigantic fountain and even then, a few metres beyond that, was you and Namjoon. You were obviously uncomfortable, tugging on your bag strap nervously at the man in front of you. Jungkook could see from his body language that Namjoon was desperately trying to seduce you, with how bit his lip, or gazed down at you darkly. It made Jungkook sick to his stomach, so much so that he doesn’t even notify Taehyung when he strides away from him and towards you.
“—had a good time. Maybe you could come over tonight — have a continuation…?” Jungkook’s reminded of how horrible Namjoon was in bed and the very fact that he’s asking for another night when he didn’t satisfy you and left right after he came made Jungkook scoff internally. He was in no place to ask for another night.
“I—I can’t,” you were saying, fake sincerity pushing into your tone of voice, “I gotta study for for his test—"
"I’ll help you study,” Namjoon interrupted flirtatiously, leaving no room for argument, “I got top of my class last year. I’ll be sure to get you a good grade—"
"Hey, baby,” Jungkook swooped in, swinging an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You jolt, but the relief that shows on your face is clear amidst the confusion. It makes him even more irritated at the oblivious man in front of him, but for your sake, he brushes it off. “I haven’t seen you all week. Missed you, baby."
Namjoon’s face was the epitome of confusion. He watched, eyes narrowed and arms folded as Jungkook pecked the tip of your nose before he turned to him, smiling boyishly. "Hey, Joon. What were you and my girl talking about?"
His words were friendly but his voice told a different tale. You didn’t seem to mind, though, unconsciously burrowing deeper into his side and interlocking fingers with the hand that hung from your shoulder. Namjoon smiles wildly, no emotion reaching his eyes.
"Nothing, nothing. Just, uh, offering to help her study. I actually have to go now, so—"
Jungkook doesn’t even attempt to make it look as if he’s reluctant to see Namjoon go, going as far as to roll his eyes when the man was finally facing away from him. Childish, maybe, but it was the only way he could express his annoyance without starting a fight. When the source of his unpleasant mood has finally disappeared from sight, he sighs in relief, peering down at you. "You okay? Dude wasn’t easing up on you."
"I know,” you agreed readily, “He really just… Did not get any of my signals… Thanks for stepping in, though — you really didn’t have to."
"Course I did.” He frowns. “I… guess I just don’t like seeing you uncomfortable."
At the mention, he slowly slinks his arms away, missing the furrow of your brows when his fingers unlink from yours. Coughing awkwardly, he looks passed you and spots Taehyung, pointing at you and mouthing something vigorously. Ass — no, ask — hair — her to the party.
He rolls his eyes at his flailing friend but turns to you anyway, trying to steady what semblance of nerves he felt. "Listen,” he began, catching your eye, “Uh, Jimin’s having another party or whatever. You wanna go? With me? Or I mean, you could just — go without me, but see me there if you get what I mean—"
"I really can’t,” you say, wincing. “I wasn’t lying when I said I had to study. But maybe another time, yeah?"
"Great, golden boy,” you tease, a smirk settling onto your features. “I gotta go, text me later or something?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook calls after you when you turn on your heel, soon far enough to not hear him or the disappointment hidden in his voice, “I’ll… Definitely do… That…”
"That was rough.“ Taehyung winces pitifully as he appears beside Jungkook, patting his friend’s arm in encouragement. "Look on the bright side, though! She asked you to text her later."
"Everybody says that,” Jungkook grumbles, finally moving his eyes from where you disappeared minutes before. He fidgets with the strap of his bag uncomfortably, desperately wishing that he didn’t look as pouty as he felt. “I need to talk to her — I can’t do it over text."
"She won’t be studying all night.” Taehyung shrugged, nudging Jungkook to start walking. “Just go to her place or somethin’."
Jungkook frowned. He’s been alone with you so many times and seen you at your most vulnerable, but somehow actually going to your place without any ulterior motive felt very, very intimate to him. It’s then that he’s struck with the severity of his feelings — the realisation that this has never happened to him and that he’s completely unprepared makes him uncomfortable; but maybe that’s why he has to do this. If he wants to get serious with you he’s going to have to step out of his comfort zone. Maybe he would pay you a visit.
It takes a few hours for your heart to stop fluttering at the thought of what happened — which is annoying, to say the least, because you’re supposed to studying and you can’t when you find yourself smiling to yourself whenever your mind wanders. Damn Jungkook. Even when he wasn’t around he was driving you crazy.
The way he sauntered up so confidently, the possessiveness that hid in his voice when he addressed Namjoon… You were surprised you remained composed throughout the whole thing. He was the first person that you had experienced such an intense feeling with, and you weren’t completely opposed.
With Jenny gone to Rose’s place for the evening, you have to have some sort of background noise — Love Galore by SZA fills the silence calmly, pushing you to open your books and start studying. So focused on your work you don’t see your phone lighting up multiple times; and, unbeknownst to you, across the city the very fact that you hadn’t noticed was instilling anxiety in the same man that had been driving you insane.
"She’s not answering,” Jungkook mumbles, thumbing his screen, “She hasn’t even read it yet."
Taehyung, in all his drunken glory, sways dangerously, smile delirious and wide. With his arm hazardously placed around Jungkook’s neck and a red cup clutched in his hand, he looks completely in his element. The only thing he was missing was his partner in crime, who was too preoccupied with pouring over his phone instead of drinking.
"Put down your phone,” Taehyung hiccups, “And pick up a drink, my friend! The night is young! We are young—!"
"Do you think she’ll mind if I show up randomly?” Jungkook mutters to himself, chewing his lip anxiously.
Taehyung gives a dramatic groan, sinking into the couch beside Jungkook. “I’m sick of this. Where’s your confidence gone? You’re Jeon Jungkook. You shouldn’t have to go to her. She should come to you."
"I am,” the man himself replies, still uncertain but much steadier. “I… I am."
"You could have any girl in her right now!” Taehyung continues, crowing loudly, “That girl over there’s been giving you the eyes for the last hour. Every time Kang Seulgi passes by she stares at you! You’re. Jeon. Jungkook."
"You know what? I’m gonna go talk to her right now,” Jungkook begins determinedly, “If I hurry, I’ll catch the bus—"
"That’s — that’s not what I was trying to encourage—” Taehyung begins.
“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook says, almost forgetting his jacket on the back of the couch. Across the room, he catches Jimin’s eye; he raises a hand in farewell, receiving a smile in return. He was too busy chatting up some girl, anyway, so there was no point interrupting him. Despite the fact that this was a quote unquote 'small party’, the house was teeming and hard to navigate — Jungkook’s become an expert of sorts when it comes to this though, and finds himself bursting into the cool night just five minutes later.
Teeth chattering, Jungkook hugs his arms closer to himself as he waits for the bus with what little change he happened to have in his jeans. $2.38. That would get him to your dorm, but it definitely wouldn’t get him home. If everything went according to plan, though, he wouldn’t have to go home anyway.
The bus ride is silent, letting Jungkook mull over his thoughts and his nerves bubble. The only other people on the bus are an old lady that doesn’t seem to be getting off anytime soon and a man wearing a tracksuit and eating pizza, so he has no distractions.
When he’s approaching your dorm building, it’s only then that the doubt emerges amongst his confidence. What if you happened to leave to the grocery store right before he arrived? What if you had taken up Namjoon’s offer and he didn’t know? What if he completely misread the signs and you didn’t want anything more like he did?
All his worries melt away when your door opens. The first thing he’s hit with is the sound of music, and then he registers your figure. Your head is leaning against the door frame, body covered with a large hoody and hair piled on top of your head (maybe he gapes for a second, but don’t tell anyone).
“Jungkook?” You ask curiously, “What are you doing here? I thought Jimin was having a party?"
"I—I texted,” he stutters, ignoring your question with a lick of his lips, “I need to talk to you."
“Oh. Okay.” The confusion is clear in your voice but you open your door wider anyway, and he passes by you. He walks into your living room, acknowledging the books splayed out on the coffee table as you shut the door. “I’m sorry I didn’t see your texts. I was, um…"
"Studying.” He shoots you a small smile. “I know."
"Yeah,” you say breathily, sitting yourself opposite him. For a second you just look at him, taking in his appearance absentmindedly, almost forgetting that it wasn’t socially acceptable to just stare at him for 30 seconds straight. “Oh, so — uh, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Us, actually.” He hides the gulp that follows, forcing himself to not fidget nervously. He watches your expression carefully, taking note of the emotions that run over your features; confusion, nervousness, anxiety…
“I’m gonna be completely honest,” he begins with a nervous laugh and cough, hand running over the back of his head. “I’ve never done this before. Like, never. I’ve never been interested in anything more than — than drunken fucks in someone else’s house and it’s confusing as shit but I’ve decided to confront myself on… On, I don’t know, why I want more."
He doesn’t risk a peek at your face. Not until he’s done.
"I’m tryna get everything out so it probably seems rushed and messy as fuck or whatever but that’s that only way I know how to do this so I’m just gonna get on with it and say that I like you. Like, a lot—" He doesn’t need to look up to know that you’re opening your mouth to speak— "Just — just wait a second, okay?
"So we had our whole thing where we tried to rile each other up and see who caved first. And it was fun, it was something different and I appreciated that you could see the playful side of it, you know? I wasn’t lookin’ for anything serious so I liked that and I still do but somewhere along that fucked up line I… God, how do I say this without sounding cheesy? I started liking you. In a completely non-sexual and completely romantic way.
"And I know you may not trust me.” He bites his cheek, eyes focused on his clasped hands. “99% of our entire campus wouldn’t trust me, fuck, I wouldn’t trust me — you have absolutely no reason to and I know I’m rambling but the truth is that I’m too scared to stop talking because you might reject me. I just—” He takes a deep breath, finally meeting your eyes— “I want to make us official.”
His heart is thumping. The adrenaline that buzzes in his limbs makes it hard to focus on anything except the beating in his chest and the flow of his breath into his body. It amplifies every sensation in him and it takes every nerve in his body to stop him from jumping up and pacing.
“Jungkook…” God, you sound so shocked. Was he really that much of a fuckboy? Who was he kidding; of course he was. “I… I really don’t know what to say…"
"I — I can give you time, if you want,” he offers quietly, even though he’s hoping that you’ll give his answer right now.
"I don’t need time.“ You meet his eyes, before you stand from your seat and maneuver around your coffee table. His heart leaps into his throat when you drop onto his lap, leaving you suddenly nose to nose and forehead to forehead. "I don’t think I do, at least."
"You got an answer?” Jungkook breathes, happiness already tugging at his heart.
“I do,” you mumble back, smiling sheepishly. “I was… I was too scared to tell you that I wanted to make us official. I heard that as soon as it’s mentioned you bolt and I… I didn’t want to scare you away."
And he looks into your eyes — really looks — and he’s hit with a sensation so powerful that it almost takes his breath away. He could never put it into words, could never exactly describe it, but it made him feel as if he needed you, so much so that you could never be close enough to him, despite being sat on his lap with your arms on his shoulders and his on your hips. It’s with this sensation still thrumming in his bones that he grasps your jaw and pulls you down to meet his lips, effortlessly locking into place like you were made for each other.
You release a content sigh against his lips, melting against him seconds later, threading your hands through his dark locks and savouring the feeling of his lips on yours. To finally call him yours was a totally different sensation in itself, but to kiss him so deeply as you had never before was overwhelming. You both had tried to avoid the intimacy of sharing too many kisses during your previous escapades, so it was probably the first time you’d kissed him this long.
"As much as I’d love to fuck you right here, right now,” Jungkook panted as he pulled away, lips swollen and pupils blown, “You have a test tomorrow—"
"I can retake it,” you murmur, leaning forward. “Besides, if I have to take the test with you on my brain I’m not going to be able to focus—"
"You’re making excuses."
"I am,” you agree, pecking his lips a few more times. You stop to meet his eyes, cocking your head to the side. “But what really matters now is if you’re going to fuck me like you said you wanted to."
He narrows his eyes, and you can tell that he’s fighting within himself on what to do. Ultimately, his tempation must get the best of him and he’s left cursing to himself as he pulls you back down again.
"You’re too convincing for your own good,” he murmurs, his hand slipping underneath your hoodie and leaving goosebumps in its wake. He toys casually with the band of your bra, letting it snap against your back.
“And you love it.” You diverge your kisses from his lips, to the sharpness of his jaw and down across the expanse of his neck. You finally had enough time to leave marks like you wanted to; you weren’t consumed with mindless or drunken lust like the other times you’d been together, and you found it much more gratifying this way.
You freeze when a breathy moan catches your attention — the result of a particularly hard nip at his pulse point, one that was sure to bruise. You’re sure he can feel the devilish smile that unfurls across your lips when you follow up your first one with many more. “A-ah. Let me have a go, b-baby."
"Can’t you let me have my fun?” You pout playfully. Nevertheless, you roll over until you lay propped up against the cushions on the couch, allowing Jungkook to position himself over you. Hiking a leg around his waist, he lowers himself until the softness of his lips makes contact with your throat. The feeling of him ghosting over the sensitive skin has your breath hitching, but you manage to stop yourself from showing any other signs of pleasure with a tug of your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Gonna mark you up,” Jungkook mutters, almost to himself, “Make everyone know whose you are."
I’m sure everyone already knows, you plan to say, but you’re cut short when Jungkook sucks intensely on a certain area. It’s most definitely going to bruise, with how he’s nipping and tugging and sucking the skin into his mouth like his mouth depends on it.
"I can’t wait,” you grumble, both hating and loving how he he’s taking his time with you. “Hurry up—"
"You can wait,” he responds, but he raises himself to his knees anyway, stopping to admire his work. “You just don’t want to. Maybe I’ve spoiled you too much."
"You haven’t spoiled me enough,” you retort. With a quick wriggle, you’ve thrown the gigantic hoodie you’d been wearing over your head and onto the floor, leaving you in a mismatched pair of underwear that Jungkook stares too long at. “What? Do you know how hard it is to maintain matching underwear?"
"It’s not that.” He shakes his head, and you catch a sheepish grin before it’s covered when he removes his black t-shirt. “You’re cute, is all."
"I could say the same.” You grin coyly, sitting up for a second to undo the clasp of your bra. Pride fills you when you catch him licking his lips at the sight of your bare chest, and while you’d usually tease him about it, you were equally as far gone — it was taking a lot of effort to not run your hands all over the muscular plane of his chest, to paint it bouquets of red and purple…
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he hums, surprising you by suddenly dropping down and placing his lips to your stomach. You run your hands softly through his hair, gazing affectionately down at him as he kisses all over you. “I still want to take my time."
You rolled your eyes, but didn’t complain. Having him slow down made the atmosphere much more intense, more intimate. It didn’t feel like you were about to fuck — it felt like you were about to—
”Makin’ love, love, we makin’ love.“ You hear him sing the words underneath his breath, in perfect pitch to Dean’s voice that was echoing throughout the room. You never knew he could sing, but even from those few seconds you’re already hooked.
"You’re a good singer,” you whisper. His head shoots up, as if he hadn’t meant for you to hear him — but at the sight of your smile, he relaxes, smiling in embarrassment. You smooth your thumb over his locks of hair as he gets lower, and lower, until he’s kissing your clothed pussy and sending tremors of anticipation running through your body.
“Ah." You’re caught off guard when he presses his thumb against your clit through your underwear, rubbing back and forth. Instantly, shocks of pleasure shake your nerves, pushing you to begin rolling your hips towards his hand. He watches leisurely, allowing you to grind against him until a wet patch decorates your underwear.
"Let’s get these off,” he mutters, sitting on his haunches to slip them down your legs. He dives down right after, setting to work on using what wetness seeped from you as a lubricant to rub at your bundle of nerves. “Gotta get you nice and warmed up for me, baby."
"I’m ready,” you whine impatiently. Your actions betray your words, though, with how you desperately buck your hips against his hand, grappling for something to hold onto, “We can take it slow another time— fuck!"
Jungkook took your clit between his lips, flexing his jaw as he suckled it deliciously. His large hands pressed down against your hips, keeping you flush against the couch as he worked his magic. You could feel yourself dripping, no doubt making a mess underneath you, but your mind was too frazzled to care. The lewd sounds coming from his mouth paired with the warmth settling on your skin had your cheeks heating up, your breath catching in your throat as a result. "S—shit, Jungkook…”
"Almost there, baby,“ he said, voice muffled against you. "Just a bit more and you’ll be ready for me, huh?"
The response he gets comes in the form of a groan, one that makes him grin against you. Only a few more minutes of tortuously slow pleasure pass, fire building gradually in the pit of your stomach, so close yet so far from the thing you want most —before he lifts himself, wetness covering his chin and cheeky grin at the sight of you floundering against your couch. Standing, he pushes his jeans to the ground. "You got a condom for me, baby?"
Your hand fumbles to rummage through the drawers on the underside of the coffee table, a place where you and Jennie stuffed anything and everything — bobby pins, hair ties, a chocolate bar, tonnes of paper, a packet of wipes — and, finally, a lone condom that you had shoved in in a panic when your parents came to visit and you needed to hide it quick.
To Jungkook’s surprise, you rise to your knees and shuffle towards his standing form, tearing the plastic open and waiting expectantly for him to pull himself out of his briefs. "I can do it.”
“No, let me.” So he pulls himself out, mentally saving the image of you grasping his half-hard cock in his mind — especially when you lean forward, placing a teasing kiss on the very tip in a way that lets Jungkook know that you’re well aware of the effect you have on him. Seconds later and he’s covered, standing tall and proud against his stomach.
“How do you want it, my girl?” He murmurs, peering down to meet your eyes. His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing you to hold the contact. Licking your lips, you gaze up at him coyly.
"I want to ride you.“
And he’s quick to oblige — grasping your hips and swapping your positions until he sits underneath you and you kneel over him, leaning back and letting you take the wheel. You sink down on him with a guttural groan just a minute later, unable to look away from him and the furrow of his brows, the clench of his jaw, the rise of his chest. He fills you in a way nobody else ever has, a way that makes your stomach twist in a good way.
When the first inklings of sensitivity ease away to something more bearable, you begin to rise and fall. Your hands cling to the muscle of his shoulders, as if your pleasure increases with the amount of him you touch — and you could see the self control within his eyes leaving with each passing second, with each clench of you around him, every tug of your fingers in his hair, every smack of skin that fills the room.
"So — f-fuckin’ — beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs, running his hands over your body in awe. If you weren’t so preoccupied, you would’ve blushed, or smiled bashfully, but the only thing you can do in the heat of the moment the only thing you can do is yank him closer and give him the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever given. He likes it though, if the deep groan that rumbles within his chest is anything to go by. “Shit."
Your hips are getting sore from moving so quickly but you have to satisfy the throbbing pleasure that had settled and was growing deep within you, whether it made you black out or lose feeling in your limbs or scream. You weren’t far off, anyway, with the pants and groans that Jungkook was pulling from you expertly, with the fingers that were rolling your sensitive nipples or the occasional soft pulls of your hair, or even when he pressed against your throat just right—
Suddenly, he grasps your thighs and stills you, drawing noises of protest from you until he pulls your forehead to his shoulder and winds his arms around you, making you as compact as possible. One hand on your ass and the other on the back of your head, he begins to buck his hips into you in the completely right spot, saturating your nerves with pleasure so white-hot that you can’t find it within yourself to make any sounds. You sit, limp against him, taking whatever he was giving you.
The feeling of him completely surrounding you warmed you up from the inside out. His arms, warm and heavy 'round your body, his shoulder pressed against your face, his cock drilling inside you, his pelvis grinding against your clit— fuck—
"Jungkook,” you whimper, voice muffled by his shoulder, “I—I—"
"That’s okay, baby,” he grunts, sounding just s wrecked as you felt, “That’s okay. Let yourself go — cum all over me, come on—"
The last thing that you remember before blacking out is too much pleasure to handle and your own breathlessness, then the sound of Jungkook’s final groans in your ear as he finishes right after you.
"You’re telling me that you fucked me so hard I passed out?"
Jungkook shrugs, but the pride is clear on his face. "I knew I was amazing, but this is a whole other level."
"I was probaby tired,” you grumble, burying your face into his chest. “So shut up."
Jungkook hums, letting you both fall into silence. It must’ve been an hour or two since you finished, since the digital clock seemed to be telling you that it was nearing 4AM. You woke up completely clean and dressed in your hoodie again, laying flat against Jungkook’s chest. It was then that he filled you in — humour lacing his voice, he told you of how you had slumped onto him when you came, how he had cleaned you with the wipes hidden in the coffee table and then dressed you. He made you eat a cup of instant ramen before he let you lay down again, saying something about having to replenish yourself.
"What happens now?” You ask seconds later, lifting your head. “Between us, I mean."
That evil little part of your brain was telling you that this was a hoax. Jungkook had finally tricked you into sleeping with him again and you had lost because you believed him. It was telling you that Jungkook was going to up and leave like he did with all the other girls and go boast to his equally as bad friends.
Jungkook shrugs. "I told you — I don’t know how to go about this 'boyfriend’ stuff. But—” He pulls your hand from your side, linking your fingers together— “I can learn, right?"
Your heart soars, and you grin, nodding. "Definitely."
So that was the story of how you really did dismantle The Fuckboy Scheme — albeit, not how you planned, but when Jungkook burrows his face into your neck and falls asleep there you can’t find it in yourself to care.
("What the FUCK!"
"Jennie!” You gasp, almost falling from the couch had it not been for Jungkook’s grasp on your hand. Said girl stands in the doorway to your apartment, eyes wide and shocked and horrified and a billion other things you couldn’t hope to identify. “I-it’s not what it looks like?"
"It looks like you and Jeon fucked on our couch—!"
"We did,” Jungkook chimes in, smiling brightly.
“You’re not helping—” You hiss, slapping his chest, only for him to catch your hand in the process.
Jennie watches with a wrinkled nose and folded arms. “I’m only saying this because you’ve walked in on me and Rose so many times, but I’m letting you off this once." She struts towards her bedroom then, mumbling about 'kids these days’ and 'horn dogs’.
"That…” Your eyes narrow. “Was better taken than expected.”
"It’s because we’re adorable.“ Jungkook shrugs, before he yanks you down with what must be all of his strength and cages you against him. "Let’s go to sleep, please. I’m still tired and after that amazing orgasm I’m sure you are too—"
"If I had the strength I would slap you so hard right now."
"Sure you would."
But you’re already asleep, and Jungkook follows almost instantly — and it’s the first time he’s fallen asleep with a smile on his face.)
Gossip is a constant but unfortunate norm at Hogwarts.
Before the war, it was over superficial things; who was dating who, was that really their nose or just a glamour, or
even who was to be blamed for the loss of fans for professional Quidditch?
the war, the gossip changed. Oh, it was still about who is dating who, no that really is a glamour and the popular consensus
was that it was entirely the Chudley Cannons fault for the downfall of Quidditch
else was bothering a lot of students. Draco Malfoy.
a margin of people that disliked the Slytherin because of who he was. Snarky,
rude, pretentious, ex-Death Eater, all around bastard and current boyfriend of one
the majority of the students were too distracted to notice all of that. The
appearance of the cold blonde for his eighth year was overshadowed by Malfoy’s
small, tiny, little kitten. The cat was so small that most people worried it
had been taken from its mother too soon. Which was a strike against Malfoy.
Some suspected by the cat’s incredibly disheveled black fur, that the Slytherin
didn’t properly care for the poor thing either. Not to mention the feline was
left to its own devices a lot of the time. The cat could be seen running around
the halls chasing peeves, sprinting outside chasing butterflies, or racing down
corridors in pursuit of bullies.
yes, Malfoy’s kitten disliked anyone speaking negatively of others. Which was honestly
ironic considering the cat loved Malfoy.
That much was obvious by the loud purring the animal would emit at the sight of
was the main topic of conversation, even half-way through the year.
got to be a devil-cat.” Justin whispered to his friends, the whisper carried
around the quiet of the library.
heard that it’s claws are sharper than knives.” Ernie told them sagely.
eyes are where you can tell it’s really evil. They just follow you around
wherever you go.” Mumbled Michael as he looked around to make sure the cat wasn’t
cat freaks me out.” Hannah piped up. “I can’t live like this!”
“Sounds like you all need some rules to abide
by, to ensure you don’t anger the evil cat.” Luna sing-songed on her to put
away a book.
had them all scrambling to get close and begin arguing over the best guideline
for survival. Word of mouth passed quickly and by lunchtime a list was being
Malfoy’s Cat and the Necessary Rules for Survival.
Rule Number One: Don’t insult, hex, curse, sneer
at, or judge Malfoy.
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“Run.” The deformed command that fell from Jaebum’s mouth had Y/N running for the back door out of their cabin. Fear had overridden logic as she bolted past her shoes and off the deck. The soft earth beneath her feet was a mild comfort as she ran for her life. Forest leaves exploded in color as the sunset washed over them. Oak and maple leaves littered the forest floor forming a radiant carpet of yellows, reds and golden browns. Y/N’s barely covered feet ran over them, uncaring of the wonders around her. She looked to the sky only to see the sun slowly dipping below the horizon. Birds screamed warnings of impending danger above her. Quickly they flew overhead leaving her in their dust. The young woman whimpered wishing she could take flight just like them, to leave and return to Seoul.
Sokcho was supposed to be a beautiful weekend destination for Y/N and her beau. They’d gotten some time off for Chuseok and decided to spend it alone for the first time. Everything was planned, their stay, the touristy shit they’d wanted to partake in and even their last day of lounging. Jaebum was the one to suggest the mountains this far north, said it would “bring them closer to all the natural parts of themselves.” Y/N had to laugh at the irony of that one. Is this how her ancestors felt, running from larger things that wanted to eat them? Fear was a powerful thing, it kept her legs pumping despite the fire in her chest.
As she ran deeper into the woods the trees became closer, the roots thicker and more untamed. Thump. Thump. Thump. Y/N blood rushed in her ears, the birds long gone, all she could hear was the sound of her heart. She swore it was going to pop out of her chest at any moment; until then she kept going, bobbing and weaving through the underbrush. Thu-thump. Thump. Thump. That wasn’t her heart. Y/N broke out in a petrified sweat. She wondered how he’d caught up so fast and whether she’d collapse before he caught her.
pairing: tom holland x reader, featuring harrison osterfield
word count: 2251
summary: tom’s travelling back home to london with harrison, and he just so happens to be on the same flight as you. sometimes, you find love when you’re least expecting it.
author’s note: this is sorta turning into a very long story, oops…
by the time the rest of the economy class passengers were shuffling along the plane aisle finding their seats, you were already sitting by the window in your row with your seat belt fastened and your suitcase stowed safely in the overhead bin. you’d spent the last twenty minutes pretending not to care about tom being in first class for the whole flight but you were at least happy to have company from harrison, even if there was a seat dividing the two of you.
you poked your head up, craning your neck to see if he was in the queue of people waiting to get down the aisle. instead, you saw a familiar brown-haired boy in a navy shirt, politely squeezing around a middle-aged woman and making his way towards row 25. you ducked immediately and pushed yourself down into the chair. what was tom doing here?