In this post I want to give a list of reasons why Twincer is my prime suspect as AD. I know a lot of these ‘clues’ come from interviews, but they’re still really convincing for me at least. I’ve definitely missed some of the clues from within the show because they’re not as easy to spot - we need to know for sure if Twincer is happening, then we can dig further. (The fun won’t instantly stop once the finale airs.) But for now, enjoy these, and at the end, I give my theory as to the motive.
Please note: none of this is overly new. This is just the summation of everything we’ve been talking about on my blog for the past couple months. I wanted to put all the ideas into one post, rather than 31529 mini posts scattered here and there. I will be updating this as we find more.
The famous airport scene from 715. We all already think it’s weird that "Spencer" asked Ezra to not tell anyone he saw her there with Wren. What’s weirder, is the fact that Wren and “Spencer” were arguing. Amongst muffle, I heard Spencer say "stop calling me that" (let me know if you heard differently). Did Wren have a slip-of-the-tongue moment and call her Spencer rather than the twin’s real name?
Dr. Cochran’s story is very telling. We all already know the ambiguous implication that Mary had more than two babies, because Dr. Cochran said he dealt with “two of Mary’s babies”. What’s more interesting is the second baby he dealt with. The first baby (Charlotte) he gave to Jessica. He said that the second baby that he delivered was placed in family county services. This could not have been Spencer, since Spencer was delivered to Veronica within 5 minutes of birth. So, who was that second baby that was placed in family services? I believe it was Spencer’s twin. Why? Dr Cochran referred to that second baby as “underweight but tenacious” - lo and behold, the next episode, Toby calls Spencer tenacious. This was the writers foreshadowing the similarities between this second baby, and Spencer. Twins.
We all know Hanna’s ‘dream’ in 701. It makes no sense that Hanna was able to dream ‘Spencer’ saying the name A.D. since Hanna was kidnapped before these initials were even revealed. Perhaps Hanna was visited by Twincer; the one holding her captive.
A.D. needs to stand for something. Spencer’s twin could literally have the initials A.D., since we know she would be Mary Drake’s child. Her first name would start with A and the D would stand for Drake.
Brendan and Ian both confessed to being confused by the identity of A.D. They needed the backstory to understand it. Is that because they had no idea who has the name “Alex Drake” (for example) ?
Tyler said before 7B aired that “you’ve never met AD. You kind of have. You’ll know what I mean”. This can be interpreted in two ways: you’ve never met Twincer but since you know Spencer, you kind of know who AD is. Or. You’ve seen Twincer over the years, but thought it was Spencer. Either way, Tyler’s comment screams twin-theory to me. This could apply to any twin theory, but in this context, I’m using it for Spencer.
Ian said (0:57) that “fans will be satisfied to a point. Right when it seems it’s gonna be really great, it might do a little [downwards hand motion]”…. That cheeky smile on Ian’s face when he said “it seems it’s gonna be really great”… what could be greater than a liar being AD? Ian could be referring to the fact that they initially show us Troian under the hoodie, making us think Spencer is AD. Then, after commercial break, they will reveal it’s just her twin, hence the “it might do a little [downwards hand motion]”. We will be satisfied to a point, he said. It’ll start off amazing by thinking it’s Spencer, oh wait, it’s another twin.
Ashley said (0:14) that she didn’t even know the A.D. reveal is possible. Because she did not expect a second pair of twins to come along?
“It’s like there are two of you living in this house. You, and you’re evil twin, and we’re not sure who’s coming down to breakfast". said Veronica to Spencer in 423. Foreshadowing at it’s finest.
Spencer doesn’t remember this flashback. Was it her twin? And oh how coincidental, that the writers tell us a time Spencer doesn’t remember, in the same scene Veronica makes the above comment about Spencer’s “evil twin”.
“Where are they?” said Mary as she entered the Hastings house (flashback from 717). Who is they? The twins? She proceeded to say that Spencer is the only good thing she’s ever made. Maybe Mary knows Spencer’s twin is evil, and is neglecting her.
“You look very much like your sister. Almost like twins”. said Mary to Spencer in 701. The writers wanted us to think that Mary was talking about Spencer and Melissa, since Mary was holding a picture of the half-sisters. But, were the writers, and therefore Mary, hinting towards Twincer? Is Mary being blackmailed/forced (by Peter?) to keep quiet on Twincer, and she had a slip-of-the-tongue moment here?
Marlene is very aware of the Twincer theories. Back in 2014 she said that Troian sent her an online fan theory regarding Spencer having a twin who is A. Marlene was blown away by it and she thought it was a very well thought out plan with detailed evidence across the series. Watch from 1:35. Whilst you may be saying “there’s NO WAY Marlene spoilt her own show’s ending in an interview!!” - I feel like she had no idea the show would go on for 7 seasons, and once they got renewed, she panicked. “Shit, we need a new Uber A. Let’s go with that brilliant fan theory Troian sent me”. She probably regrets making this interview now. You can tell her passion for Twincer in this interview. She talks so damn highly of it.
Marlene has said that the person who plays A.D. had known for a while. We know that Marlene told Troian the entire ending of the show years in advance. “Just like I had story time with Marlene, you all now get story time with Pretty Little Liars” said Troian.
The girl in the coffin in the opening has the exact same black puffy shirt as Spencer.
Why does it seem that A.D. is always going after the Hastings? Why shoot Spencer, out of all the liars? Why demand Aria to plant the audio device in the Hastings? Why not ruin the Marin household? The jealous twin wants her ungrateful sister dead, hence the shooting, and the jealous daughter is angry she never got adopted. Too much of the story is Hastings-oriented.
“They’re all some pretty. Good. Theories.” Was Janel’s response to being asked about the Spencer-twin theories. (22:20)
And, I’ll just leave this here. Good one @prettylittlesessions !
“Spencer’s” weird comments in 718. In 718 “Spencer” says to Toby “you know what its like to be the outsider. Removed from friends and family”. What made her say this? Nothing was said or done in 718 to prompt our Spencer to say this.
Keegan said there are no more Spoby kisses in 7B. “I can honestly say that there is not another Spoby kiss.” Yet - there was one in 718. Either Keegan lied, or that was Spencer’s twin. (10:15)
“It’s somebody you have seen.” says Marlene in regards to who AD is. Was she talking about the Spoby kiss in 710, which Twincer referred to in 718 when she kissed Toby again? Marlene was very careful to avoid saying “it’s someone you KNOW”. We don't “know” Twincer. But, we have seen her.
“That’s not the Spencer I know” said Toby in 718. Writers are foreshadowing.
Setting all this aside, I want to add my theory on the backstory and motive:
Twincer, who’s name is A_____ Drake, was born in Radley, as Dr. Cochran told us in 7A.
Twincer was raised in Radley - not because she needed to be at a psychological hospital, but as a form of daycare, because Mary was deemed an unfit mother, and also she kept Twincer a secret from Peter… he already hated her (to the point of planning her murder, later on) enough for having one baby together, imagine Peter’s reaction to having twins.
There, Twincer met and bonded with her sister Charlotte. Charlotte became Twincer’s only friend. (Twincer might even be Bethany, since we already know of this bond between Bethany and Charlotte, and how Bethany was drawing Charles being taken away by a monster. But for this theory, let’s just forget Bethany for a second.)
When Mona came to Radley and started telling Charlotte about everything she did to her sister, Charlotte and Twincer wanted to play. They wanted a turn at harassing Spencer and her friends.
For Charlotte, as we know, it was the feeling of finally succeeding at something in life that made the game her drug. For Twincer, it was something far darker.
Harassing Aria, Hanna, Emily and Alison is all about driving a wedge between the girls. Twincer wants to break up the girls. Turn them against each other. Hopefully by throwing fire at the girls, they will break up, ultimately, to ruin Spencer’s life. Again, jealousy. Twincer’s plan is backfiring because it’s exactly A’s threats that makes Spencer say “we need each other more than ever” and “always stick together”. The writers keep making the point of SPENCER being the one to make the comments about “always” sticking together. Twincer cannot break Spencer and her bitches. This is fueling Twincer’s anger. Nothing is working.
That’s why AD/Twincer recently shot Spencer. “If I can’t break the girls up to ruin Spencer’s life, why not just become Spencer?” Twincer shot Spencer in an attempt to assume her identity and squeeze her way into the loving friendship group that she could never crack. “These girls are so loyal to each other… they don’t even break up after even my threats. Damn, I want to be a part of this. It’s my turn to live a happy life. You had your turn Spencer.”
Note: I do not believe that AD has been operating since season 1. Mona’s time as A is completely independent from Charlotte and Twincer’s story. Mona started the game, and now someone is ending it, and she wants to know who. Charlotte and Twincer are their own duo; their own A-team, which stemmed as a result of Mona coming to Radley. Charlotte revealed herself - next up in the A team is Twincer, who is carrying on the game she once played with her sister.
AU where Bitty and Jack both suddenly wake up, after having had a few years together, and find themselves in their beds on the morning of the day they met. Both remember everything that happened, but neither thinks the other does, so they both pretend not to remember (which only complicates things more). They end up reenacting a lot of their interactions and it kills them both to do things they know hurt the other but they don't want to change anything.
oh no buddy, I’m not gonna let this stay sad. I’m gonna draw attention to several sad things, but then I’m gonna fix it.
Bitty wakes up on his first day of freshman year. Again. He quickly decides that he can’t say anything to anyone. There was no way to prove that the life he had just been living was anything but a dream.
He goes through the motions as well as he can remember. If he lingers a little on the handshake when he ‘meets’ Jack again, well, who could notice a thing like that?
Jack wakes up in the Haus. He mirrors Bitty’s mental process, realizing that if he started talking about this he could lose the future he knows is on its way. He searches Bittle’s face for recognition, but is too afraid to say anything.
Jack takes a deep breath every day and snaps at Bittle, pushing every pet name out of his mind. Bitty forces himself to forget and relearn how to take a check. On the rink together for checking practice, neither can think of any way to ask if they’re going through the same thing. They both cry more than they did the first time around.
Sometimes Bitty just gets angry at having to repeat things. He tries as hard as he can to not mess the repetitions up, but he isn’t perfect. When Ransom and Holster start asking him what his type is, he rolls his eyes and replies “Men.” As soon as he’s said it he remembers that he had only said that later to his camera, but the damage doesn’t seem to be too great. Jack doesn’t seem to react to the change, adding to his mental list of evidence that everything else had just been a dream. He gets the list of eligible Winter Screw options a few days earlier, but everything settles back to what it had been within a week. Whenever he starts thinking about the next few years, he’s enraged about everything he’s going to have to sit back and let happen. Everything that was going to make Jack sad, and that he wouldn’t be able to fix. Everything that was going to hurt him that he couldn’t avoid.
Jack wakes up every day and writes up a game plan. It’s hard to have to turn back years of learning and be worse as a captain, especially when he remembers every mistake he made in every lost game. So he writes down those mistakes as a reminder to himself to make them. Half of the mistakes are emotional, and that’s what really gets him. He’s forced to act like those years of growing as a person never happened, like they were worthless. He hates trying to make himself glare at Bittle when they’re on the same line, he hates telling him that it was a lucky shot, he hates being so close to his boyfriend except for the fact that he isn’t his boyfriend yet.
Then it’s the playoffs. Bitty steels himself all week for the concussion he knows is coming. It crosses his mind to try to avoid it, to spare himself the pain and potential brain damage. But he remembers that it was only after the concussion that Jack started texting him, and they really got close. He knows that if he went against the play he knew Jack was going to suggest, he’d only drive them apart. Besides, it hadn’t been that bad the first time.
Jack is confident he can find another reason to text Bittle over the summer. He’s thought about this for the whole school year. Whatever consequences could come from not seeing Bitty hurt like that would be worth it. He just has to convince the coaches to not put Bitty in at the wrong time.
“Oh my god, I thought we got over this months ago,” Bitty mutters to himself. He doesn’t remember Jack getting so annoyed about playing with him during this game, but he’s at a point where everything has run together in his mind.
“Jack, I’ll be fine,” he half-lies. He will, eventually. There’s something close to panic in Jack’s eyes. Weird, Jack had taken so long the first time around to show any tiny sign of weakness.
“Promise me you’ll avoid number three.” This is definitely different from before. Bitty stares at Jack. “Spencer, number three, don’t go near him when he’s on their side of the rink. Promise me, Bits.”
“You didn’t even call me Bitty at this point,” he says in shock. They stare at each other for a minute, eyes wide.
“I won’t get the concussion this time and we’ll talk about this after the game,” Bitty blurts out. Jack nods vigorously. They play, and it’s brutal, but Bitty avoids the hip check. Once the game is over, they rush to get seats together in the bus. In whispers, they talk about the future they already had. Bitty mourned the years of school he had ahead of him that he had already completed. Jack complained about having to rewalk a long path to the Stanley Cup. They talked about teammates who felt like family but would still know them as strangers. Graduation, the Fourth of July they spent in Madison, their first Christmas together. Every important milestone of their relationship.
“And in this loop or timeline or whatever, we haven’t even kissed!” Bitty whispers, letting his head thunk back against the headrest. “I was at the point where I was out of college, happy with my career, and hiding a ring from you!”
“You weren’t!” Jack says out loud before dropping back into a whisper. “I was doing the same thing.” They both start laughing. It’s the perfect time to have a second first kiss. They lean in towards each other, their lips meet, and–
–They’re back in their apartment. Bitty sits bolt upright in their bed and turns to Jack. For a fleeting second, he thinks about pretending the last several months just didn’t happen. Jack sits up too, and their eyes meet.
“Did that just–”
“Your frog year take two–” They dissolve into relieved laughter.
“I thought I was going to have to take calc again!”
“I thought I was going to have to listen to you complain about calc again,” Jack says before Bitty smacks him with a pillow. “Kidding! Kind of! Wait, weren’t we just saying that we wanted to propose to each other?” He throws himself out of bed and runs to start rummaging through various coat pockets.
“Oh no, you’re not going to propose to me before I can propose to you!”
So there’s one bit near the end of the Genocide Run that hit me pretty hard, personally. And as with most things that hit me very hard emotionally, it was a random almost throwaway line that wasn’t written to be focused on that much. But whether it intentionally held the meaning I took from it or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I DID take meaning from it.
When Flowey is monologuing near the very very end of the game and explaining what he went through, he talks about how he lacks the ability to feel anything for the people around him, and how desperately, frantically, he wishes he did. He talks about how, at first, he tried to help people. He talks about how at first it seemed to help, but every time it was time to let go, to move on, he got scared and couldn’t do it. He’d panic and reset instead. And how then he’d be right back where he started. And he would try helping everyone again.
But it became hollow. Everyone always said the exact same things, and did the exact same things. And nothing changed. And nothing new ever happened.
And eventually, just out of sheer desperation for SOMETHING new, he decided to kill everyone. And how that was at first a relief, but even that grew stale and empty as he did it over and over again. Until he was left with nothing, and there was nothing to care about, either for better or worse, but he couldn’t let go either. So he was trapped in this world where nothing ever changed, and he couldn’t make himself leave.
It’s a sad story, but it’s also a bit of a gut punch because of its implications.
Maybe in time, the person playing the game, the actual human being behind the keyboard, not the pixel character they control, would find themselves in the exact same situation. Eventually, things in a game stop changing. Characters always say the same things, do the same things. And maybe in time, as boredom takes over, the player would also try a genocide game just for SOMETHING new. But eventually even that will become empty and lead to nowhere after you do it enough.
I can’t really say if that’s true or not. I can’t say it’s false either.
But It’s 2 years now. And a lot of us are still here. And more importantly a lot of us still care. Quite deeply in fact.
And maybe we won’t care forever, maybe the same thing will happen, or more likely, we’d be the ones able to let go and move on to other things and let go. Maybe there’s no escaping that.
But it’s been 2 years, and at least for now, we’re still here.
There is also the possibility I’ve considered, that since the insane success of the game was never expected or anticipated at all, that the level of love it caused in gamers was a complete and utter surprise, maybe their ability to never fall into that cycle of apathy and just how long they can keep going, caring as hard as ever, will also be a complete surprise that was never foreseen.
Or even more simply, maybe Flowey just needed to be shown, as with so many things, he was wrong about that too.
Who knows. Honestly I can’t say how things will look in time. It could either way.
*moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
There's something you want, isn't there?
There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
What do you need a record player for?
My record collection.
I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
*later at hipster's apartment*
So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
*coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
Uh, that's not Sufjan.
It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
*stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
*days later at the record store*
Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
*hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
Hmm, maybe there is.
*back at the apartment*
*turns on record player and just listens*
...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
Can you hear me?
Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
*turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
*listens to the record player for hours*
Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
*nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
*backs away in fear*
HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
*unplugs record player*
*gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
*rotting viscera falls from the record player*
O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
*turns record player back on*
...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
*hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
*tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
*silently cleans up the mess*
*some time later*
*calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
*the next afternoon*
So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
I see. Was he ever a doctor?
That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
Oh, okay then.
*some days later*
Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
But you won't have anything to play your records on.
Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
Can I request hcs with spin the bottle where the bottle lands on MC and a member of the RFA and V and Saeran? They're not dating though. I saw your thing about Jaehee. You don't have to do her if you're not comfortable:) Thank you for all your headcanons! They're so cute!
Thank you for being understanding! Hope you like these~
After the RFA party, he asks you to become his manager
There was an after party after a final shoot, and you decide to go
A few people got a little tipsy and suggested a game of spin the bottle
It was all friends, so you didn’t really mind
You and Zen got separated from him thanks to some crazy women
So, you ended up sitting opposite of him in the circle
When it’s your turn, and you totally expect it to land on Weird Carl
Then the room erupts in chaos as people start “ooo-ing” and whistling
The bottle had landed on Zen
He gives a grin and scratches the back of his head
You’re a bit nervous about the idea of kissing him
Not that you didn’t think of it before
He gives you a small smile “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s just a game.”
You awkwardly move your head towards him
Zen cups your cheek and gently presses his lips to yours
You think it’s going to be short, but to your surprise he lingers longer than needed
You remember that there’s people in the room, so you gently push him back before he started to get carried away
He apologizes and is about to walk away
You find your boldness “It’s okay. We can finish this later, right?”
You both had a similar circle of friends at university
It was no surprise that you often got invited to the same parties
A few of your friends wanted to get away from the loudness of the large party
So, you went into another room and someone suggested spin the bottle
Yoosung gets a bit nervous because he’s never kissed anyone before
And moreso, you were there and what if someone else got to kiss you before he even had the chance to confess his feelings
The game was torturous
A few times, the bottle almost landed on you, but thankfully never did
By the time it was his turn, his palms were so sweaty
He barely taps the bottle because he’s shaking so much
It spins once and lands on the person next to him…which was you
He looks at you knowing he’s really red and wide-eyed
He’s stammering out an apology
“Why are you apologizing? It’s the point of the game!”
You lean forward and give him a small peck on the lips
He doesn’t stop thinking about it all night
When he walks you back to your place, he accidentally ends up confessing
“I didn’t even get to kiss you properly because of the game,” he pouts
You smirk, “Well, you can try now?”
You were just visiting his penthouse after work one day
His father calls him and asks him to attend some office party last minute
He really doesn’t want to go alone, so he asks you and you accept
For a party of CEO’s, you really didn’t expect a game of spin the bottle to come up
Yet it did…both you and Jumin weren’t thrilled about playing and stayed to the side
Somehow, Mr. Han coerced you both to join in “for fun”
You wanted to get it out of the way, so you offer to spin first
Jumin was so caught up ranting about probability in these sorts of games that he didn’t realize the bottle landed on him
Suddenly he went quiet
You really didn’t want to do it, because you thought he didn’t like you in that way
You were caught off-guard when he walked up to you and stood expectantly
“Jumin, we don’t have to,” you start rambling. “If you feel weird about it–”
It was a surprise when he grabbed your face and kissed you full on the mouth
When he pulls away, you need a moment to catch your breath
“Oh, sorry? Was that too intense? I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.”
He kept apologizing for it throughout the night
You kept telling him it was fine until finally you admitted you kind of liked it
Jumin’s just like “Well, if you liked it that much…”
Neighborhood friend Tom invited him to a party
Oddly enough, he invited you too
When you got there…it was just the three of you
He sits you down in the living room and places an empty bottle on the table
He declares you three would play spin the bottle
And then abruptly says he needs to use the bathroom
But insists you two should still play
When Tom is gone, you and Seven just stare at each other before bursting into laughter at the ridiculous situation
You both figured out Tom had poorly attempted to matchmake you
Seven smirks and spins the bottle
There was no one else for it land on, so it points in your general direction
You get kind of flustered when he leans forward
Just as you think he’s going to kiss you, his head swerves to the side and he bites into an apple sitting in the fruit bowl behind you
“Your turn,” he adds with a wink
For fun, you spin it and you think it’ll land on the lamp on the other side of the room or something
It actually lands on him…dead accurate too
He teases you and leans really close to your face
Cue Tom coming in and “conveniently” running into the couch
The impact causes the distance between you and Seven to close
You both pull back immediately, blushing and flustered
Tom just ushers you out the door, thanking you for coming
You both agree it was the weirdest experience you’ve ever had
Although Seven chuckles, “So…wanna play that game again sometime?”
Seven dragged him out to an RFA and friends get together
He was a bit relieved to see you there
He was less relieved when Seven and Zen suggested a friendly game of spin the bottle
He was in the circle more to observe what was going on
Seven spun the bottle and it landed on you
He leaned forward about to kiss you when Saeran jutted out his hand, blocking it
After wiping Seven’s “kiss” off his palm in disgust….
He unexpectedly kissed you in front of everyone
He was super embarrassed afterwards and slipped out of the room
You followed him…mostly to ask what happened and if he was okay
He admitted he kind of got jealous
You smile and give a vague confession about your own feelings
You two continue the game…without the bottle
Jumin invited you over to his penthouse for a small get-together with the RFA as well as some potential party guests
After at least one bottle of wine was finished, someone suggested to play spin the bottle with it
While a few people ducked out of the game, you decided it might be fun
V wants to be a good sport so he joins in
He can’t see though, so he finds the anticipation funny
It’s his turn to spin and suddenly people are giggling
“Who? Who did I get?”
You tap V on the shoulder and announce it’s you
He breathes, “Oh good. I’m glad.”
Was that an indirect confession?
You have to initiate, so you cup his face gently and press your lips to his
It was short and sweet, but there was no denying a connection had been made
At the end of the night, he offers to see you home safely
to know about michelle: she’s very good at keeping secrets
when she was eight years old, her older brother broke the brand new watch his
parents had gotten him for christmas. he begged her not to tell anyone, most
especially their parents or her four year old sister who would undoubtedly
tattle to their parents. she never spoke a word of it to anyone and helped him
fix it as best they could so that her parents never found out.
when she was eleven, she had the biggest crush on this one girl in her class, layla.
and one day, one of her best friends alex told her that he had a crush on
layla. so she never spoke a word of her crush, nor of alex’s, to anyone. that
is, until one day alex and layla walked around the playground at lunch time
holding hands and told everyone they were now dating.
then after she moved to new york, spent the year trying to find a place for
herself, and then finally found and joined academic decathlon, she met peter
parker and liz allan. and she knew immediately that peter parker liked liz. he
always stared at her during practice and smiled at her whenever she glanced at
him. she heard him talking about her at lunch. everyone knew that peter had a
crush on liz. but one day after practice, she was in the bathroom stall when
liz and her friend betty walked into the restoom, chatting.
my goodness I can’t believe you have a crush on that freshman.” betty scoffed. “really
liz, like half the junior class is in love with you and you’ve got heart eyes
for the scrawny kid from, what is it, queens?”
really sweet!” liz laughed. “I think he’s really cute. he’s always nice to me. can’t
I like someone who also likes me? is that really a crime?”
course not.” betty sighed. “I’m just saying. he’s a freshman, you’re a junior. in
two years, you’ll be going to college and he will still be here. do you really
don’t know.” liz replied, pausing for a while before michelle heard the sink
start to run water. “peter is really sweet and smart. i’d like to see what
fine.” betty laughs. “but don’t wait for that boy to ask you out because he
seems shocked every time you even look his way.” they both laugh and with that,
walk out of the bathroom.
never spoke of that incident to anyone either. so, she’s good at keeping quiet
when she needs to be. which is why she never tells peter that she knows. knows that he spends his time
stopping bank robberies, muggings, and helping old ladies cross the street. knows
that he saved her friends in washington dc. knows that he’s the reason liz’s
dad went to prison and she had to move to oregon. she doesn’t tell anyone this.
not even peter.
Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??
WELL, HERE’S AN ACTUAL POST =^=
didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and
wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly
nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth.
Same with V
(especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your
toothache gets better so you can tell him…)
here you go~!
already been ignoring him all day
you’d cheerfully reply to him as soon as he sent the messages
was beginning to worry if he had done something wrong
all… he had lied to you about not
playing LOLOL last night, in exchange that you wouldn’t eat sweets…
no. Maybe you found out about his lie.
left hundreds, woah, wait it just became thousands, of voicemails on your phone
I DIDN’T MEAN TO, I SWEAR! PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!”
WON’T EVER LIE AGAIN, JUST DON’T IGNORE ME…”
“Why won’t you return my calls >_<”
I’ll give up LOLOL if you would just talk to me!”
I’m sorry for breaking my promise….”
his voicemails blasted from your phone one after the other, you felt more and
more clueless—what in the world was he talking about?
what crime had he committed to apologize so intensely? Your phone had been vibrating the entire f*cking morning.
your phone rang AGAIN, you picked it up
Yoosung, SHUT UP ALREADY!! It’s not my fault if you committed a crime! Don’t
drag me into this!”
hung up angrily, glaring at your phone as you rubbed on the outside of your
poor, poor toothache.
was tearing up from your phone call. S-she
considers it a crime…? NOOOOOO!!
NEVER LIE AGAIIIIIIN!!!” he bawled
the misunderstandings only continued to grow.
your tooth felt better!!)
why won’t you talk to me?”
cancelled out on a date, and you hadn’t talked to him the entire day PLUS you
hadn’t answered his nightly phone calls—it was a TRADITION between the two of
Zen was at your door, half sobbing as you refused to let him inside the
were suffering from a toothache, and you really really didn’t want to talk to him
even been telling you yesterday, “Babe, I know you love sweets but it’s not
good to eat too many! If you really need something sweet… you can have me,
which you pushed him aside and took another cookie from behind him.
knocking persisted, “I know you’re in there! Please come out? We can talk about
it… Was it a fake scandal or something? You know I only love you… It must be a
misunderstanding, let’s talk, okay?”
was starting to sound desperate, and you almost felt sorry for him… BUT.
BUT, your pride still won over your sympathy. There was no way you were going
to let him know that he had been right, that you shouldn’t have eaten so many
knocking suddenly stopped when another door slammed open- probably your
familiar old lady’s voice shouted, “STOP KNOCKING AT THE DOOR, YOUNG MAN! IF
YER CHEATING AND UNFAITHFUL, IT’S YER OWN DAMN FAULT, EH, PRETTY BOY? LEAVE ‘ER
ALONE AND STOP YER WHININ’!”
could almost hear Zen’s jaw drop to the ground
would never cheat on you.
the- no stop, don’t touch me!” Zen shrieked.
old lady’s voice came again, “Oh my, come to think of it, you’re actually quite
handsome… Well, since you’re a naughty, unfaithful lad anyway, why don’t you
come with me?”
STOP! MC!!!! SAVE ME, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR”
GOD SEVEN? HELL, EVEN JUMIN HAN!! I’ll forgive you for everything, even your
inability to see my beauty, just please save me…”
of agony filled the apartment building.
“MC. Don’t eat all the
sweets at once, you’ll get a toothache, okay?” he said calmly as he gifted you
a box of assorted candy.
had been what he told you last night, to which you had carelessly nodded to
without really paying attention. You really regretted not listening to him
now—but there was no way you would let him have the satisfaction of being
proceeded to lock yourself in the room for the day so you wouldn’t have to face
him. When he called you to say he’d be coming home from work soon, you only hummed
a short reply. “Mhm…”
by your short, seemingly distant reply, he arrived home almost immediately
after the call.
swift, long strides, he’s walked to the door of your bedroom, knocking every
now and then.
Are you feeling sick?” Knock knock.
I call a doctor?” Knock knock knock.
you need Elizabeth the 3rd?” Knock
sorry for hogging her last night. I promise to share her wonderful embodiment
of fur with you the next time.” Knock.
are you, perhaps, hungry…? Oh. Could it be your time of the month? I have heard
women tend to be grumpy and irritabl-“
swung open the door, glaring at him. “Hmph!” you grunted, refusing to open your
mouth to reply.
then he burst out laughing. “GYAHAHAHAH—you! You look! HAHAHAHH!!”
who died and replaced the serious, dull Jumin Han with this out of character
this guy’s sense of humour was whack.
number that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please call
number that you are trying to reach-
number that you-
Beeeeep, beeeep, beeeep,
seven of Seven’s phones couldn’t get in contact with you right now.
knew that you were home—the GPS on your phone showed it! And you hadn’t left
your house today either, according to his security cameras. (Stalker alert
of trying to bother you more, he began to sulk in the corner of his dark, dark
I don’t deserve her.
She probably hates me now.
Mushrooms were growing on
top of his head as each thought made him more and more
It’s no wonder… I didn’t
share the last Honey Buddha Chips with her yesterday…
phone suddenly rang, showing your caller ID.
he exclaimed excitedly.
I can’t take it anymore!” your muffled voice came through the speaker. “My
tooth… It hurts too much!! I’m sorry I ate all your boxes of Honey Buddha
DID YOU SAY?” he shouted, eyes widening in horror.
No. NO. That can’t be!
Poke. Poke. Poke.
snickered as he poked against your cheek, knowing that you were biting back
tears from your painful toothaches.
you growled at him angrily, narrowing your eyes as you pouted.
it. Tell me I was right. I waaarned you what would happen if you ate too much
candy, didn’t I?” he sighed in mock pity.
shook your head furiously, stubbornly refusing.
I won’t give you the numbing medicine if you don’t say it~” he teased,
let out a whiny whimper from your throat, giving him your best puppy look face,
trying to look pitiful. Instead, this lil asshole only laughed at you.
you kept your mouth shut.
fine, be that way,” he sighed dramatically, an amused glint in his eyes.
you actually did continue to ignore him, for the entire day. He began to worry
if you were really mad at him, and he poked his head into your room to check up
on you quietly, not wanting to say anything that could upset you. (It was so
your toothache was even worse now, and you didn’t even have the motivation to
let him know that you weren’t mad.
when you woke up the next morning, you found breakfast and ice cream on your
table, with a little note next to it.
Hey can you please write a hc about Isak hiding his face by hugging Even cause he's embarrassed ? Thx !!
isak has a hard time letting go when he’s dancing, he remains pretty stiff, mostly just bobs his head to the music. it’s just. it’s not fun, it’s something he’d force himself to do at parties, dancing with girls and trying to play and look cool. and the thing is that he doesn’t really dance at parties since he’s with even, because even would never force him to, and it’s been a while since he’s cared about what people think of him, about looking cool
but the thing is that even wants to dance with isak. even loves to dance, he’ll often put on a song while they’re in their room or in the kitchen and just start dancing and singing along. and one day isak is sitting on the couch under even’s loft bed, his notes on his lap, and even puts on fy faen by hkeem and he starts dancing, smiling wide at isak. and isak keeps looking down at his notes, pretends not to smile, but then even comes and grabs his hand and tells him “baby come on” and isak frees his hand from even’s hold, tells him “i’m studying” and even shakes his head but keeps moving to the rhythm of the song, tells him “you’ve been studying all afternoon”. and he grabs isak’s hand and pulls harder, lifting him up, isak’s notes falling to the ground, isak ending up pretty much pressed against even
and even puts his arms around isak’s neck, whispers “hey you,” and isak can’t help but smile a little at that. but he’s still not really moving, not letting himself go, and then the song is ending and he shrugs, says “oh well, that’s too bad!” and he leans in to kiss even, expecting him to stop dancing, but the song just starts again. and even breathes out a laughter, says “i put it on repeat” and isak whines, tells even “i’m so bad at this”. and even shakes his head, whispers “you’re so good at this, you just need to let go. no one’s watching us, just move with me” and as he says that, his hands go down to his hips, and he starts making isak move the same way he is, and isak finally. starts moving by himself and even’s hands are simply placed on his hips, not guiding him anymore, just as a way to feel closer to him. it’s nice, moving together and kissing each other and smiling into the kisses. it’s fun and sexy and warm and even thinks to himself that he could do this all day long, that dancing alone is nice, but it’s nothing compared to dancing with isak
that is until even’s mom opens the door of his room, letting him know that diner was ready. and isak freezes, eyes wide, and mouths “oh my god”. and even chuckles, says “oops”. isak remains motionless, speechless for a few seconds until he lets out a little wail, buries his face against his shoulder, and he starts mumbling all sorts of things, from “i can’t believe your mom saw us dancing like that” to “this was the worst idea ever” to “i’m never dancing ever again. nope, nope, never again in my entire life”. and even simply wraps his arms around him, trying not to laugh, telling him “you’re totally dancing with me again, baby, tomorrow you’ll be dancing with me”
they’re at a party the next day. and fy faen starts playing again, and even looks at isak wtih a grin, and isak just mouths “no”, but then even is asking sana, whom isak was hanging out with, “do you mind if i borrow him for a bit?” and sana raises an eyebrow, but her and even share a knowing smile. and isak lets out a sigh, and he actually takes even’s hand. and even kisses him softly before they start dancing, like they were yesterday, same movements, same song, and feeling like they alone in this room. and isak looks into even’s eyes and even thinks that what he loves the most about this moment is not the fact that he gets to be so close to isak and dance with him, but rather the fact that isak really seems to enjoy himself. because that spark in isak’s eyes is one of his favourite sights in the world. and when isak buries his face in his neck, he doesn’t do it because he’s embarrassed this time. he simply breathes even in, smiles against his skin
Genre: Soulmate!AU. You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside
your head since the moment they/you are born.
Summary: The sound of his voice
inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only
Minseok wasn’t so teasing maybe things would be a little bit easier.
If only her mind could shut up for three seconds, she would be able to
And she really meant those words, without caring that she liked neither
this topic nor studying whatsoever, but she really needed to pass this exam,
yet, the voice on her head kept singing hit songs, thinking about food and some
other dirty thought that would cross their heads. Not that she had two voices
inside her head, one coming from a male and the other completely hers…but it
was rather something she was born with. All her life she had heard the voice of
her soul mate and she’d like to think it’s beautiful –and in some way it is-
but at this point, it was annoying. She had heard his voice as a kid, mostly
talking about how he had lost a game with his friends and asking who she was,
then when he was a teenager he would be colder…slightly lost in the feeling of
going through puberty and finding new lovers, and now…the man that she
recognized as Minseok was nothing more than doing anything to get her riled up.
From what he thought, she could tell that Minseok was a pretty vivid and
lively person. Sometimes he thought about his friends, giving them presents or
teasing them as a way of showing them his love. Other times, he simply thought
about food and how grumpy he was because he was hungry. From what she knew, he
was on summer break at this moment and she was taking classes in the summer,
hence why she was so mad because he was doing this on purpose. Back when they
were both children, they didn’t know that they could have a full conversation
with their thoughts, but now that he learnt that he could talk to her and hear
her just from thinking…he used it to his
Nct 127's reaction to their s/o being upset because they don't kiss her
Request: NCT dream or 127 reaction to their girlfriend getting pouty and whiny when they don’t kiss her
A/N: my heart is weak for this, it’s so cute aw- and i decided to do 127 unit, i hope you don’t mind!
Would apologise right away and feel bad but at the same time, find it cute that you wanted his kisses so badly. You’d catch him smiling slightly to him when you pout, but he does it so lowkey you hardly ever notice. But he finds it super cute that you get clingy like these at times and becomes 10× more affectionate to you, often showering you with hugs after you start whining or pouting.
“aw someone’s whiny today”
“i havent seen you in a week, i miss you and your kisses :-(”
“come here, i’d give you all the kisses you want”
Adores it A LOT, and likes to tease you about it. Ends up giggling and smiling to himself because he finds it cute how you get upset over these small little things, and he feels loved and appreciated because he knows you love his kisses. His teasing could go on forever but he eventually always gives in because he’s soft for your pouting.
“ooo someone’s upset she can’t kiss me”
“shut up johnny”
“well if you want kissed you must be able to reach me first”
“you’re so mean-”
“/leans down quickly to peck your lips/”
Becomes a shy ball and would be a little flustered at first, but internally he’d also find it funny as he’s the pouty and whiney one most of the time. Softens right away and like Taeil, would become even more affectionate than before. Although he doesn’t show it, he loves it when you act like that because it shows how much you love him.
“aw babe don’t pout”
“but you ignored my kiss just now”
“come here, let me make it up to you”
Teasing you 24/7 about it. He isn’t afraid to show that he loves it and he’d purposely avoid kisses so as to see that side of you. And would attack you with kisses at the most random times because he loves seeing your expressions. This guy seriously Smiles non stop and would get all fuzzy and happy because he feels loved by you, which at the same time, makes him more cuddly than he already is.
“you want a kiss? no hehe”
“yuta you suck”
“oh… then all the more you don’t deserve a kiss /sticks tongue out/”
five minutes later and he attacks you with a big hug and pecks your face all over with that bright smile of his
Would act like he’s annoyed with you and probably whines back too but in fact he enjoys it and finds it cute and adorable. Would purposely frown and act like his mad, making you feel bad but then he flashes you his gummy smile and hugs you. Tries to act cool™ by always avoiding your kisses when in reality he’s weak for them and his heart is beating like crazy whenever you do it.
“you’re so annoying, why are you so whiney today omg”
“you know why doyoung”
“what? i don’t know”
and when you glare at him, he softens and leans in to give you a kiss
Brightest sunshine!! Giggles to himself a lot and won’t stop smiling at your actions, calling you cute and adorable. At times he likes teasing you and making you pout more but other times he gives in and ends up showering you with kisses, hugs and pecks on your face. Loves it most when you act like that because he knows you truly love him and his kisses, and he’d be more than willing to give you more.
“babe you’re so cute”
“yeah if i was maybe you shouldn’t have ignored my kiss”
“aw someone’s upset”
“come im sorry, let me give you all the kisses i can right now”
Another shy ball and wouldn’t know what to do, other than just giggle and pinching your cheek as he finds it super cute. Only teases you occasionally but still manages to be the sweet person he is. Eventually kisses you and you’d notice how he’d blush and smile brightly to himself, as his eyes stare at you lovingly.
“it’s been two days since i saw you :-(”
“do you miss me that much?”
“of course, especially your kisses”
“hehe come here”
This clueless bun actually thought you were genuinely upset with him, he’d apologise sincerely and it’s so adorable you end up laughing and giggling because how is he so pure??? But after time goes by he notices it a lot and finds it really cute, and as he’s shy, he doesn’t show it so he’d giggle to himself softly whenever he sees you pouting.
“goodness, im so sorry, i’ll kiss you now!!”
“anything for my princess don’t be upset!!”
“im not upset omg you’re so cute-”
Another one who would tease you for it and would also act like he’s mad but on the inside he’s all fuzzy and screaming because he loves it a lot. Would play hard to get like Yuta, but always end up failing because he gives in to your pouts- it’s one of his weaknesses. From time to time, he’d avoid your kisses so he can see you act like these, but most of the time he’s the clingy and affectionate one.
“someone’s being so clingy today”
“you’re like that too shut up”
“ooo there goes your kiss bye”
“i hate you”
“/giggles and pecks you on the cheek/ i lovd you too”
The characters in this are Azrael the Angel of Death (played by Y) and Dareios who is possessed by a snake demon/deity that calls itself Leviathan (played by me). Dareios is immortal thanks to Leviathan, and Azrael doesn’t like immortal humans, so Y and I are trying to figure out how they would interact.
Y: Okay but Azrael’s blades usually conceal themselves as scissors imagine a typical teenager in a hoodie (Azrael’s human appearance) threathening Dareios with scissors. I wouldn’t be sure whether to laugh or call the cops.
Me: “Well as long as they don’t run with them” - Dareios
Y: I think that’s gonna be the least of your concerns somehow buddy
Y: Honestly tho I know for fact that the first thing Azrael says to Dareios is “the fuck are you”.
Y: (I have this idea that Azrael is the only angel who swears)
(here’s where we switched to actually being IC or OOC)
Dareios: “I could ask you the same question, but I already know the answer: rude.”
Y: OH SNAP
Me: I love it when Dareios goes all sassy.
Azrael: “Politeness gets you nowhere, certainly not when facing death.”
Y: But seriously Azrael looks like a moody teenager so I doubt that would be taken seriously
Dareios: “Assuming I will answer your question…”
Dareios/Leviathan (talking at the same time): “…Which of us did you ask?”
Azrael: “Cursed be the English language. The ‘you’ was plural.”
Y: ‘Cursed be the English language’? Who says that???
Me: Azrael, clearly
Dareios: “That is a very old-fashioned phrase for a kid like you”
Azrael: “Now who’s the rude one. Show your elders some respect.”
Leviathan: “Excuse you!?” (pretending to be insulted)
Azrael: (snickers) “You clearly haven’t seen me before. Understandable, since you’re immortal, you don’t know what Death looks like.”
Dareios: “I know what Death looks like, but it never holds me long enough for me to register its true appearance.”
Azrael: “Well now you do. And now I have to correct the natural order.” (takes out scissors)
Dareios: “Going to cut my thread of life, or whatever it’s called?”
Azrael: “Oh no. I take offense to immortal humans, I’m going to get up close and personal with this.” (separates the blades of the scissors and turns them into a dagger and a sword)
Dareios: “Well, you definitely shouldn’t run with those.” (makes magic sword appear out of thin air)
Azrael: “I’ve been doing this since the dawn of life. You should be worried about yourself.”
Y: Dawn of life, is that even a thing??
Me: I guess it is
Dareios: "I’d like to see you try. Maybe I will stay dead this time. I doubt it, though.“
Azrael: (suddenly holding the dagger to Dareios’ throat) “Don’t patronize me, WORM.”
Leviathan: “I take offense to that.”
Azrael: (steps back) “And I take offense to you. We’re even now, huh?”
Leviathan: “Guess so.”
Y: Okay but (her other two characters) standing on the sideline watching these two duke it out
Leviathan: “Question. Can an Angel of Death die?”
Azrael: “Are you an idiot? Of course I can’t. If I died, no one else would. The natural order would be a mess.”
Leviathan: “Another question. Do you think you’d be able to kill a god?”
Azrael: “I’ve done it before. The real question is; is it your time to go? I know the human passed his long ago. That must be corrected.”
Leviathan: “My dear host will not pass his time until I allow him to.”
Azrael: “Unfortunately for you, you’re not in charge of either fate or destiny. All I have to do is wrench control from you for just a second. Then he’s gone.”
Leviathan: “Gone for how long?”
Azrael: “Forever. He’ll be dead.”
Leviathan: “Will he? He has died thousands of times before, and I brought him back every time.”
Azrael: “This time is different. You haven’t dealt with me in person before. When I close the gates, they won’t open for anyone.”
Leviathan: “I’d like to see that happening.”
Azrael: “I told you, didn’t I? You’re not the one in charge. I am.” (reveals wings)
Leviathan: “Oh, really? Who is stronger, an Angel or a God? Time to find out~”
Azrael: “Such arrogance. I was here before you, and I will be here after you. Those words, I’ve heard them before. Yet I am here, and they are not.”
Leviathan: “Were you here before me? Well, I suppose you were in this exact location before I was, but that’s not the point.”
Me: Leviathan no. Stop sassing the angel of death.
Azrael: “The moment life was invented, I was there, ready to claim it. Such is the natural law of things.”
Leviathan: “Would that make you the first or the second creature alive?”
Azrael: “Second after God. I was a force of nature at first. Then I chose to serve Him.”
Leviathan: “That makes sense. Now, I guess we have talked enough…”
Azrael: “You are a fine conversation partner, I must say. Not many people ask me things other than 'why me?’.”
Leviathan: “I know the answer to that already, so I don’t need to ask. Now, are you going to kill me or not?”
➵ characters: g-dragon x reader ➵ genre: smut ➵ wc: 5140 ➵ summary: jiyong shows up with a new hair colour and you’re happy. really happy. ➵ author’s note:this came purely from the weakness i felt when jiyong coloured his hair black after the fxxk it promotions. something about it every time he does has me putty. and this is my first post after at least four months. wow i’m really terrible, if you guys hate me now i don’t blame. but i hope this makes you hate me less. enjoy! ➵ masterlist ➵ disclaimer
JiJi: You’re not at the studio anymore. Where did
You: YG called
me in to his office.
everything’s fine. Give me a couple more minutes.
From behind you, the door to Hyunsuk’s office creaked open as
he entered the room once more after having taken an important call. You
scurried to return your phone in your bag just beneath you, watching the man go
around his large desk and settle in his seat.
“Sorry about that. So,” he sighed. “Will you be able to just
keep Chaerin company on her US tour? You know, just so that she has someone
there with her that she trusts.”
“Of course. She’ll be safe with me,” you smiled
“Great. We’re still deciding on dates, but it’ll be within
the next two or three months. We’ll keep you posted.”
You smiled again, nodding respectfully. As Hyunsuk rose from
his seat, you quickly followed suit. You said your farewell, ensuring him once
more that Chaerin is in secure hands.
“Oh, by any chance, are you going to see Jiyong?”
“Um,” you chuckled nervously, “yes, I believe so.”
“Do tell him he still owes me a dinner for losing that bet…
he’ll know what I’m talking about.”
“Yes… sir, I will.”
With one last polite goodbye, you left Hyunsuk be in his
office and back to his work. The journey from the grand office back to the
floor where most studios were did not take that long, taking just a minute or
two to arrive at your destination. You had expected Jiyong to already be there,
either waiting for you or deep into his work, but the studio was just as you
had left it, empty.
You plonked your bag on the spacious leather in the corner of
the room, sitting beside it, allowing one leg to cross over the other. A long
sigh was exuded before you let your head fall back onto the sofa’s top, closing
your eyes, relishing in the silence. However, it was short lived, as you heard
the glass door you had closed reopen, hearing a familiar voice.
“Hmph, that didn’t take long,” Jiyong commented.
“It wasn’t supposed to,” your eyes remained closed. “And YG
said something about a bet?” Your head was lifted so you sat up straight, and
even though your eyes were now open they still faced downwards to your lap.
“That you still owe him dinner?”
“Ha, he’s still going on about that?” he chuckled. “Soon.”
“He called me to ask to go on tour with Chaerin,” your head
snapped up. “You know, just to— “
Your facial expression which was once aloof and calm was now
very much alert, with surprise becoming the new emotion, and it rendered you
Jiyong waited for you to complete your sentence, but when you
didn’t he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Just to what?”
so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really
fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich
dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s
driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep
getting larger and more grandiose.
is in the back just, gawking. “that
house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just
parked in the driveway!” and ned’s
gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died
and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to
an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some
people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and
takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t
really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he
can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car,
peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm
around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm
and him pulling her close.
ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she
just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his
fingers squeezing at her waist.
~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡
“Was he big?”
I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.
“Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.
“I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”
Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.
“Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks.
“Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.
“You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.
We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready. Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.
“Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.
“Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.
“Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.
“Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”
Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others.
“He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’.
“My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.
Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.
“So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”
“My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.
“Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.
“It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.
“I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.
“Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.
“Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.
I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.
“Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”
Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.
“Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone. I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.
Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.
I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.
You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.
“So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.
“He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.
“We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.
“I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.
“Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”
Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.
“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.
“It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.
“I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.
“I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.
“I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.
“Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.
“Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.
Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.
“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.
“It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.
“Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”
“Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.
“Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.
“Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment. His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.
“Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake. “You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”
“No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.
“We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.
“No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.” I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.
Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.
A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window. I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.
“Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.
“Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.
“Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable. I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure. I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.
“Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way. He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle, glancing my way under his dark lashes.
“All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”
The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.
“You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.
“Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”
Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.
“What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”
“Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.
“No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.
“All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”
Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.
Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.
“Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,
“Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.
“There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.
“Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance. He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.
Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.
“So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.
My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.
“Ah! Fuck…” I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.
“So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on. I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.
“That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.
“Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.
He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.
“I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”
Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt. My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.
“Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.
“Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”
“Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.
His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it. I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.
“Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.
After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.
“Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.
“Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.
“I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.
“For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.
“What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.
“Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.
“Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.
“Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”
I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom. I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.
I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.
“Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”
I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”
“I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”
“Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.
“How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.
“I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”
High school and friends with benefits au with Seven, Yoosung and Saeran (Zen if you don't write for him). Thank you!
A/N: *(the sheer amount of times i’ve had to “americanise” my spelling is unbelievable. I’m still to stubborn to change colour to color tho)
(Also I have a copious amount of aubergines in my inbox now, ya’ll are so nasty)
“You keep on sexting me in binary and now my friends think i’ve joined a shady hacktivists group ”
You were sitting at lunch with Saeyoung he was explaining about how internet cookies are extremely misleading in the title. You were half concentrating on him and half on what your friends Mina and Jisoo were snickering at. You could tell they were talking about the two of you. After another five minutes of their whispers they finally approached the two of you.
“Okay you two we know what’s going on” Mina said as she slammed her hand on the table.
You and Saeyoung looked at each other both thinking the same thing.
Shit they know we’ve been fucking in the supply closet
How’d they even find out
Which of the three exits can we make our escape
“So is it cool?” Jisoo asked pulling you both out of your thoughts.
You decided to play innocent by asking what the hell she was talking about.
“Oh come on we both know you and Seven are in a super underground hacktivist group” Mina said her elbow propped on the table in an act of secrecy
“Yeah we saw all those messages you sent in that nerd code” Jisoo piped in nodding in approval, “So spill the beans already”
Seven finally decided to speak up from being unusually silent
“Well girls we’d love to tell you but we’d have to kill you”
Mina and Jisoo gawked in amazement. You sighed as you realised the deep hole you two had dug for yourselves.
“I accidentally told my *mom we were dating after she found your bra under my pillow and now you’re invited to my cousin’s wedding”
“I can’t believe your making me do this” You grumbled as you stalked past countless shops searching for a dress for this stupid wedding.
“I already apologised like fifty times”
You ignored his comment following him into a dress store. He scanned the racks looking for something that would please me. He picked out five dresses and piled them into my hands before directing me to the dressing room
“I just don’t understand how this involves me” you sighed stepping out in a light pink dress with some questionable frills.
“Well what would you do if your mother found a random girl’s bra in your room”
“Don’t you have a sister couldn’t you have said it was hers” You whined now in dark red dress that make you look like ornate blood stain.
“First of all my sister is 12 and second of all I hardly think that’s her style anyway”
“What would you know about style Mr. WearsTheSameRattyHoodieEveryday” you scoffed, “plus if you hadn’t stolen my bra in the first place we wouldn’t be in this situation at all”
“Wha..What..I didn’t steal it I merely kept for safekeeping till i could return it to you”
“Sure, Jan” you muttered “Yoosung you are many things but you ain’t slick”
Yoosung pouted now knowing he’d been caught. You took a glance at the dressing room then back at Yoosung
“So wanna have a quickie in there” You said pointing to the dressing room behind you.
“I swear to god you have a shorter attention span than me,” Yoosung scolded “we came to look for a dress remember?”
“Boo, You’re no fun”
(headcanon that Saeran has a hella extensive mourning routine and knows all these natural remedies)
“Just cause I let you stay the night doesn’t mean you can use all my eyeliner”
“Who could have guessed ‘scary edgelord Saeran’ has a fucking morning routine” you smirked rising from the bed to see Saeran sat at your vanity table
“I already did” you retorted shrugging on one of his oversized shirts.
“Why am I even friends with you?”
“Cause I’m the only one that can deal with your hipster emo ass”
“I thought you liked my ass” he quipped setting down a moisturising cream.
“Cute” you replied now eyeing him as he emptied out your makeup bag picking out the eyeliner.
“Just cause I let you stay the night doesn’t mean you can use all my eyeliner”
Saeran ignored your comment and continued applying it with expert precision you were a bit jealous cause it usually took you like three tries to get it right.
“You better not do a better job than me, i can’t have you showing me up at school”
“Where the fuck do you keep your Vitamin E Oil” Saeran asked exasperated
“Do you even hear yourself, and who the fuck has Vitamin E Oil lying around the house”
“No wonder your skin is so dry you’ve been living like a savage”
“Boi you about to catch these hands if you make anymore comments about the state of my skin”
“No, mom, I’m just staying at Nico’s”, Will grins and winks at Nico. Nico thinks it’s pretty impressive if they can pull this off. “It’s late already, and it’s not like I have school tomorrow or anything.”
Nico hears Will’s mother’s voice through the line but doesn’t listen to what she’s saying. Instead he focuses on his boyfriend’s neck, so well at hand from where he’s lying next to Will on the bed. He presses a soft, lingering kiss by the pulse point and feels Will run a hand through his hair. I’m going to miss this.
“Mom - no, listen. I need to leave for college in a week. Who knows when I’m going to see him again.”
That’s - not actually entirely true. Not that Will’s mother needs to know that they’re planning on visiting each other most every weekend. Nico throws an arm across Will’s chest and plays with the hem of his shirt. He’s not particularly looking forward to the four hour drive from New York to Boston every other weekend, but if it means he can spend time with Will he’ll do it over and over again.
Will sighs to the phone, and Nico peppers his kisses down to the barely exposed collar bone. “I know, mom. I’m gonna miss you, too. But Nico’s my -” Nico can see how Will swallows, can feel the hold around his shoulders tightening, “he’s my best friend.”
Again, not entirely true, but this Nico can live with. His own parents wouldn’t be too happy about him dating a boy, either, so he can understand where Will comes from. Besides, this way they can sleep in the same room, in the same bed, and no one has to go down the hall to the guest room.
Nico nuzzles to Will’s neck and presses his body closer to Will’s. Their legs tangle together as he listens to Mrs Solace go on and on about something he can’t quite hear. She’s probably trying to guilt trip Will into going home for the night, like she has tried so many times before. Sometimes Nico wonders if she likes Nico at all.
“I’ll be home every night for the rest of the week, mom.”
That makes Nico look up at Will, who shoots him an apologetic look and mouths sorry as his mother keeps talking. Nico knows they have no other choice. That doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it.
Without saying anything, Nico shimmers down the bed until he can press his face to the small sliver of skin peeking from under the hem of Will’s shirt. He breathes in deeply before starting to leave teasing kisses all over, and grins when he feels Will’s muscles tense under his lips.
“Yes, I promise”, Will says, and his voice is a little strained as he lifts a hand to bury it in Nico’s hair again. Nico pushes the shirt up to expose more skin and uses his teeth to nip around Will’s navel. “H-how about this. We can all go to Grandma’s for dinner tomorrow. Just please, let me spent some time tonight with Nico - oh.”
Will’s voice cuts into a barely there sigh when Nico dips his tongue to the navel and quickly moves on to suck a mark next to it. Will grips Nico’s hair tightly in his fist, and Nico can hear Mrs Solace asking something.
“No! No, mom, I’m not drunk, I s-swear.” He doesn’t sound very convincing anymore, but Nico can’t really blame him. If Will was running his hands up Nico’s sides like this when Nico’s trying to speak to his mother, he wouldn’t sound very convincing, either.
Nico moves his lips lower, towards Will’s hip bone, and one of his thumbs flicks quickly over a nipple.
“You know what, mom, we can have this conversation tomorrow. Sleep well. Good night.” Will disconnects the call and drops his phone to the mattress unguardedly. “You’re a real devil, aren’t you, di Angelo?”
Nico grins before nipping at the skin by the waistline of Will’s pants. “Well, if you’re going to abandon me for the rest of the week I thought we could have a head start. Too bad your mother was hogging you all to herself.”
Will looks a little disgusted when he gives Nico a pointed look. “Please don’t mention my mother when your mouth is inches away from my dick.”
With a laugh, Nico climbs up on top of Will and leans in to kiss him, slow and meaningful. “Noted”, he mutters against Will’s lips and feels him smile. “Anything else?”