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i have some thoughts on zar’s exit from the fandom & their decision to delete their fics and how the fandom is reacting to that. and the fandom is reaction horribly.

and the irony of it all! because, arguably, crimson rivers is what zar is most known for. crimson rivers, set in the hunger games universe, created by suzanne collins to criticize capitalism, the entertainment industry, and consumerism patterns of offered media and how it varies based on a social class. and zar’s work added so much nuance to what suzanne collins had written. zar had done an excellent job writing james, sirius, and regulus as victors and exploring their respective traumas when it comes to being in the public eye.

regulus (and james, too) constantly felt like he had no autonomy and no choice because he was thrust into the public light and pressured into doing exactly what was expected of him. and sirius? oh, sirius. sirius won his games and was made into this galaxy-sized celebrity by the hallows, expected to conform to every assumption made about him, to follow all the rules his new role as a mentor & a victor burdened him with. but most importantly—the hallows viewed sirius as nothing more than what he could offer to them. they looked at him and did not see the person.

zar wrote that, and tens-hundreds of thousands people read it and completely misunderstood. because zar wrote 865k words exploring how traumatizing it is to be made into an Image, to be stripped away of your autonomy for the sake of entertaining others. zar wrote that, only for the marauders fandom to do the exact same thing to them that the hallows did to sirius, to regulus, to james; to victors.

and that. that is fucking infuriating.

because, yes, zar is a brilliant writer, but first and foremost, zar is a person. and the way a large part of the fandom has been treating them is completely dehumanizing.

STOP saying “i respect/support zar’s decision but [insert a paragraph about how devastated you are and how you cannot stop crying]”.

STOP sharing the pdfs/epubs of his fics on literally all social media platforms when it’s the one thing zar explicitly asked people to not do.

STOP feeling entitled to the creative work that does not the fuck belong to you. STOP thinking that you have any right to demand anything from zar. STOP hiding emotional manipulation in-between words of illusory support and respect.

and to quote zar: for fuck’s sake, STOP calling them zeppazariel.

zeppazariel is a brilliant writer who was elevated within the fandom to a height so big that it hurts when you fall and crash, and the fandom pushed zar down. the marauders fandom made zar into a full-blown celebrity, but

zar is a person.

REMEMBER THAT.

Please tell me there's a part two 🙏🙏🙏

GIRLS NEED LOVE | PARK SUNGHOON

summary: you can’t seem to listen when your best friend says her older brother is off limits.

word count: 3.2k

warnings (18+): smut. fluff (if you squint lmfao). swearing. alcohol. kissing. nipple play, fingering (f. receiving).

MINORS DNI!!

A/N: back again after my usual cycle of deleting and remaking accounts here (hopefully this is my last lol). edited and remade this just in case it sounds familiar!

The summer heat was relentless tonight, a thick, suffocating blanket that clung to your skin and refused to let go. You tossed and turned beneath the light sheets, frustration building with every huff of breath.

The air was humid, making it impossible to slumber. Despite having your eyes shut for what felt like an eternity, sleep remained elusive, teasing you from just beyond reach.

You’d like to think there were other reasons besides the warmth of the summer evening that had you feeling hot and bothered. The muffled hum of cicadas outside droned on, an irritating cacophony that seeped through the walls, mingling with the soft snores of your best friend beside you.

But, it wasn’t really the noise that kept you awake—it was the swirling thoughts in your mind, each one pulling you deeper into a mixtape of memories you wished would stay buried.

Your brain, ever the tormentor, delighted in replaying moments you’d rather forget. Moments that belonged in the past, locked away and never to be revisited.

You wanted to blame the events at Jake’s party on the alcohol—specifically that cursed, yet sinfully good, cherry vodka Jay made.

It was the vodka, after all, that led you to kiss your best friend’s brother in the first place.

At least, that’s what you wanted to believe. It was the alcohol…it had to be the alcohol.

It wasn’t the fact that you had a raging crush on him for months. If anything, it was his fault. Sunghoon was the one who escaped from the party to join you. Somehow letting aimless conversation fall into enamoured glances, droning about how pretty you looked that night.

He was the one who slid his hands around your waist and pulled you closer, lips ghosting over yours and pleading to kiss you.

Passionately. Feverishly. Hungrily.

Your eyes snapped open with a frustrated sigh, the darkness of the room doing little to calm the rapid thrum of your heart as you sat up. The memory of Thursday night played vividly in your mind, leaving your chest tight and your thoughts tangled.

Since that night, you hadn’t seen much of Sunghoon, his summer job at the beach keeping him occupied while you and Sooah roamed the town, searching for anything to distract yourselves from the blistering heat.

A part of you was relieved not to see him since Thursday night. You preferred the silence over the possibility of hearing him downplay what happened, blaming it on ‘party spirit’ or the alcohol.

With a sigh, you slipped out of bed, your feet softly padding across the carpeted floor as you made your way out of the room.

Maybe a midnight snack would help ease your restless mind, you thought, as you quietly descended the stairs, the faint glow from the living room spilled onto the wooden floor signalling that you weren’t the only one awake tonight.

But, preoccupied with the sole quest to sleep, you brush it aside, entering the dimly lit kitchen and making a beeline for the fridge.

When you open the fridge you close your eyes with a sigh, the feeling of the cold breeze hitting your skin making you feel a thousand times better.

“Can’t sleep?” Sunghoon’s voice tickling the shell of your ear startles you, slightly jumping with a stifled scream. “What the hell?!” You whisper yell, “don’t sneak up on people like that!” You chide, clutching your heart in an attempt to regain your composure.

Sunghoon’s smirk grows into a smile, seemingly humoured with scaring you shitless and you roll your eyes at him. It only takes a few seconds to notice how close he is to you, swallowing thickly as your eyes scanned his appearance.

Nothing but a pair of sweatpants and white socks…great, he was shirtless.

“I don’t think I will sleep anytime soon, thanks to you.” You grumbled in response to his question, awarding yourself for not sparing another glance at his naked upper half.

“Oh come on princess, it wasn’t that bad.” You roll your eyes again before returning to the fridge, trying not to mull over the nickname he had just given you.

You could feel Sunghoon’s gaze remain fixed on you, studying you intently, until he eventually turned his attention to the fridge. You felt as though he could feel the heat radiating from your skin as he moved closer— the gentle breaths escaping his lips and teasing the hairs on your neck, causing you to shiver.

You quickly emerge from the little world of the icy machine, settling with the first thing you see to avoid being with him in such closeness—which is a simple vanilla bean yoghurt.

The tension in the air feels painfully thick and awkward, and you silently mutter prayers in hopes that he leaves the minute he finds what he’s looking for— but he doesn't.

Sunghoon emerges with an energy drink, the crisp sound of the can opening cutting through the white noise. He effortlessly leans against the marble counter, taking a slow deliberate sip of the drink, Adam's apple rising and falling as he swallows. As he pulls the can away, he casually wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, gaze locking onto you again.

Your yoghurt suddenly looks really interesting, reading the indecipherable scientific words in the ingredient list and immersing yourself in the brand's origin story, all in an effort to avoid the intense presence of the guy in front of you.

“We should talk about Thursday night.” Your heart sinks in dread. Your face begins to burn and you nervously clear your throat, “talk about what?”

“You know what Y/N.” He says, stepping closer to you. Sunghoon settles the sweaty can onto the counter, surveilling your surroundings before he lowers his voice, “So you’re just gonna pretend like you don’t remember?”

You finally glance at the guy, whose brown eyes are already boring into your soul, searching for any sort of answer in your stoic expression. You swallow thickly as you revisit Thursday night’s events for the umpteenth time and it all still feels like a dream.

The way Sunghoon kissed you in a way that left you breathless, hands gripping your waist so tight as though you’d slip away any second.

You clearly remembered it as though it were yesterday, the tingling sensation of his fingertips on your skin, the scent of his cologne filling the air, the lustrous look in his eyes when he pulled away, only to have you lean in for more.

You indeed did kiss your best friend's brother.

“Sunghoon.” You sigh, "Can't we just put it behind us? We weren't in the right state of mind,"

Sunghoon shook his head with a frustrated sigh, leaving his spot beside you and positioning himself in front of you. His hands gripped the edge of the counter on either side of you, effectively trapping you and preventing your escape.

“Y/N, both of us know that isn’t true.” Sunghoon pauses and your breath gets caught in your throat when his hand meets your cheek, his cold touch sending delightful shivers down your spine.

"Are you honestly telling me that didn't hold any meaning for you?" His voice was low, almost tinged with frustration.

You finally look away, unable to keep the nerve-wracking eye contact but Sunghoon makes a sound of disapproval, his hand swiftly moving to your chin and turning you to meet his face again.

He emits a hum, eyebrows raised and anticipating a response, and your mouth opens, but you struggle to articulate any kind of excuse.

You hate just how much you dwindle under Sunghoon’s presence, hoping that he can’t hear the hammering of your heart, along with the nervous breaths that slip past your lips whenever he looks at you.

“Well it did for me.”

“I liked it.” He shrugs, leaning in, dimples denting his cheeks with a knowing smirk when he catches the way your body reacts.

“And I’d give anything to feel those lips again” He admits desperately, voice below a whisper. You can only let out a shaky breath as Sunghoon’s thumb toys with the plump flesh of your bottom lip, slowly inching closer to him and finally closing the gap between you two.

Kissing Sunghoon feels just like the first time, an electrifying sensation coursing through your body, with your heart pounding so loudly that it could reverberate off the kitchen walls. It's like a breath of fresh air, a mixture of exhilaration, longing and relief washing over you.

You sigh, hands finding his face as he kisses back, desperately leaning into the kiss as he matches your fervour, hands slipping to your waist and pulling you closer as if there were still some distance to bridge between you. Your hands wind around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling his face closer as the passionate kisses gradually blend into a makeout session.

The sounds of kissing fill the room, the fridge’s hums doing nothing to drown the rather lewd sounds out. Sunghoon breaks away from you, his breathing uneven. His cheeks carry a faint blush, and his hair is a cute mess.

It takes everything in you not to gravitate back to the solace of his soft and pretty lips and you’re taken aback, nearly letting out a surprised yelp when his hands swiftly reach for the back of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up and placing you onto the chilly surface of the marble countertop.

You’re now at eye-level and without warning, he is back on your lips, hands finding themselves under the thin material of your tank top and the cold metal of his rings against your flaming skin make your arch your back reflexively.

He pulls away, teeth softly tugging your bottom lip, with a breathy groan before he moves your jawline, sloppy open mouthed kisses travelling down your neck, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin, softly whimpering and sighing as the sensation blurred any rational thought that was left in your mind.

His hand slipped past your sternum, over your flimsy tank top and under it, brushing over your hot skin and on landing your breast, giving the flesh a soft squeeze.

Sunghoon’s lips follow suit, lips gliding over your collarbone before lifting your shirt up and attaching his lips to your nipple without warning, soft moans filling the quiet room as his tongue swipes over the erect bud.

Your fingers weaved in his soft hair, tugging on it as he moved to the other, kissing, nipping and sucking, the feeling snowballing the ache between your legs.

He finally pulled away with a ‘pop’, glancing back at your clouded state, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip between your teeth.

“You’re so, so fucking beautiful.” Sunghoon groans, gently grabbing your face, kissing you messily. His hands glide to your hips, lips moving sloppily and hungrily against yours.

His pulls you closer to his body, legs hooked around his waist and that’s when you feel it, something hard poking the inside of your inner thigh and when you pull yourself closer, it perfectly hits your aching cunt, a dizzying wave of pleasure coursing through you, your moans being swallowed by mouth— and you can tell you’re not the only one who feels this way when you hear Sunghoon’s lewd groans.

You can't help but subconsciously roll your hips against him, grabbing at his waist and looking for some kind of friction– chasing the same feeling of pleasure that you felt before. You shamelessly moan at the lovely feeling of his clothed dick hitting you in the right spot, only making you more impatient and needy.

Sunghoon’s low moans make your stomach flip, and you want to hear more of them but he stops—pulling away from your lips and gripping your waist so tightly you're sure it would leave a bruise.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll have to fuck you on the counter.” He warns, but you can’t take it seriously, not when his voice is so breathy and raspy.

“Then do it.” You whine, begging the man to throw you onto the counter like a rag doll and fuck you into oblivion.

But he only shakes his head, hands cupping your flushed cheeks, “I still want to make you feel good.” Sunghoon presses a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

His fingers tug the waistband of your shorts, and you lift yourself up as he swiftly removes them— the warmth of your skin meeting the contrasting marble. “As much as I’d love to hear your pretty moans, try to be quiet, alright?” You nod quickly, impatient and desperate for him to just touch you already.

You suck in your stomach with a quiet gasp when his fingers trail across the smooth skin of your thighs, “So soft…” He mumbled against your lips, hands sliding to the inside of your thighs, higher…higher, until his fingers find their way to your underwear toying with its lacy hem, before reaching the place where you need him most.

You inhale sharply, almost failing to hold back a moan when he finally touches your clothed clit, fingers rubbing over the wet fabric. You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly you lean into his touch, inaudibly yearning for more.

“Fuck Hoon.” You breathe out, hands covering your mouth, muffling your needy moans as he traced over the wet spot in circular motions, whimpering every time his thumb

“You’re so wet.” Sunghoon hisses, bottom lip between his teeth as he stares at you, eyes dark and pupils slightly blown.

“Shit, is this all for me?” Sunghoon's velvety whispers against your lips seem so far away as your eyes flutter shut, “Sunghoon, please.” You manage to whimper out, hands meeting his naked chest.

“Please what?” He hums, feigning obliviousness and you groan, feeling your pride slowly wither away. “I…I need you.” You whined. “So bad.”

“Yeah?” Sunghoon coaxed and you nodded desperately, a smirk creeping onto his lips that you wished you could wipe off— if it wasn’t for the pent up sexual frustration you felt and its fate lying in his hands…literally.

He wasted no time meeting your pleas, dragging the fabric to the side as fingers slid against your slick glistening folds, hand flying to your mouth and head falling back at the newfound pleasure coursing through you.

Your other hand gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the skin of his back and earning a hiss from Sunghoon’s lips. His fingers easily slip into your hole, your arousal more than enough to let his fingers move with his ease— and you feel like you’re seeing stars.

“Fuck” A choked moan slips past your lips with a gasp, hand falling limp– overwhelmed with pleasure. “You like that baby?” Sunghoon coos, and you only hum in content, breaths coming in hitches as Sunghoon worked his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out at a satisfying and rhythmic pace.

Holding in your moans was getting harder and he could tell, watching your face contort in frustration and both pleasure, surprised your lips hadn’t started bleeding from biting too hard.

“...feels so good” You manage to let out, half lidded eyes meeting the man before you, practically enamoured by your presence. “I d-don’t think I can...fuck” You choked out. “Come on baby, I know you can take it.” Sunghoon’s words almost send you over the edge. Your head lulls forwards, mouth falling agape as strings of curses spill out of your lips.

As though he wanted to taunt you, you felt his thumb press onto your swollen clit, letting out a shocked and rather loud moan into the air. “Sunghoon-” You moaned, lips pursed together as you tried to compose yourself, but you were already falling apart.

The obscene noises of your drenched cunt and your choked moans and whimpers fill the kitchen, feeling your face grow warm. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and you hear Sunghoon chuckle, leaning back and lifting your head with fingers holding your face, “Come on baby, I wanna see your beautiful face when I make you come.”

Sunghoon could feel your legs beginning to tremble, as your walls fluttered around his fingers, chest heaving and soft moans becoming just a pitch higher.

His fingers quicken its pace, curving at an angle that seems to send you over the moon, failing to hold back your moans as he moves faster.

Afraid of another slip up, Sunghoon lips meet yours, swallowing your broken moans that can’t be helped as you near your high. An aching intense feeling begins to brew at the pit of your abdomen, driving your nails down the skin of his chest undoubtedly leaving a mark.

You cry his name out, followed by a mutter of profanities as you finally come around his fingers. “So beautiful.” He whispers, hand meeting your face as his thumb brushes the tears coating your lashes. He presses a gentle kiss on your parted lips— still a bit lightheaded to return it, slowly coming down from your high.

Sunghoon’s fingers finally slip out, a broken mewl leaving your lips at the lost feeling. He takes the liberty of cleaning his fingers with his tongue, heat rushing to your face as hums at the taste of you.

“What?” Sunghoon’s shrugs, “You taste good.” He smirks, hands finding the mess of your hair and pulling you into his lips, the kiss softer and more saccharine than the ones before.

You can still feel something poking your leg and your eyes flicker down to Sunghoon’s sweatpants, but before you can say anything, you hear the sound of a door click open upstairs and you and Sunghoon both exchange a look of alarm and horror.

The sound of Sooah’s voice sends you two in a frenzy, Sunghoon helping you slide off the counter as you pull down your shirt and scramble for your shorts.

“Y/N?” She calls out, feet pattering against the wooden stairs, as she descends to the first floor.

You both grab your long forgotten midnight snacks, settling yourself on a chair across from Sunghoon while he stands behind the counter…rightfully so.

When Sooah enters the kitchen, she thankfully doesn’t speculate anything, you two are both glued to your phones, scrolling on some sort of social media platform.

“Sooah, hey!”

“Hey…I was wondering where you went.” She smiled at you before her eyes flickered to her brother, exchanging their usual sibling formalities by grimacing at each other.

“I just came down for a snack, that's all.” You smiled, trying to conceal the mild shakiness of your voice.

Instead she moves closer to you, hands brushing your stray hairs into place, “Okay, well…I’ll see you upstairs.” And with that she leaves the kitchen.

Both of you let out sighs of relief, glancing at one another. Your face feels hot again, and you rise to your feet, a slight tremble in your thighs.

“I should…probably head back too.” You sigh, nodding your head upstairs.

“Oh! Yeah, right.”

The ceiling light highlights the rosy hue flushed on Sunghoon’s cheeks, his messy hair and plump lips, flashing you one of his pretty smiles, “I’ll see you later princess.”

As you leave the kitchen, Sunghoon fights the urge to pull you in for just one more kiss. His eyes linger until you disappear from view, and with a soft sigh, he runs his hands through his dark hair.

Now how was he going to fix his hard-on ?

Love Story 💕

Chapter 003: Drink thief Euncha

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SYNOPSIS: For the years Y/n had know Haerin her best friend, she had first sit for Lee Heeseung. Haerin’s older brother, the one she didn’t wanna fall for him. Having promised to Haerin not to fall for him, the one rule they had. She broke it before she knew it.

Or in when Heeseung has always liked his younger sister friend but was to scared to make move on her. So when fate brings them back together at college, Heeseung decided he will take his chance not caring what everyone thinks about it.

Love Story 💕

Chapter 004: Nurse he escaped again

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SYNOPSIS: For the years Y/n had know Haerin her best friend, she had first sit for Lee Heeseung. Haerin’s older brother, the one she didn’t wanna fall for him. Having promised to Haerin not to fall for him, the one rule they had. She broke it before she knew it.

Or in when Heeseung has always liked his younger sister friend but was to scared to make move on her. So when fate brings them back together at college, Heeseung decided he will take his chance not caring what everyone thinks about it.

Love Story 💕

Chapter 005. Love life laugh is a lie

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SYNOPSIS: For the years Y/n had know Haerin her best friend, she had first sit for Lee Heeseung. Haerin’s older brother, the one she didn’t wanna fall for him. Having promised to Haerin not to fall for him, the one rule they had. She broke it before she knew it.

Or in when Heeseung has always liked his younger sister friend but was to scared to make move on her. So when fate brings them back together at college, Heeseung decided he will take his chance not caring what everyone thinks about it.

Love Story 💞

Chapter 006: Sunoo no, Sunoo yes

Words count: 703 words

Sunoo’s plan was simple, he needed to prove that Heeseung had hugged a girl. He wasn’t going to fall for what Hyung had told him, it wasn’t nothing. He knew that his hyung had a crush on someone, and he wasn’t good at hiding it.

If the girl he hugged was that person, then Sunoo was a step closer to getting answers.

On the other Y/n was trying to get it together, this was her first day in college. She wasn’t planning on being late for the classes, so trying to balance the drinks and her bag she was running more like doing her best to move as fast as she could.

So taking that in she didn’t notice Heeseung walking in front of her, making her bump into him.

Taking the words of Heeseung in, it took a while before she went off of him.

Taking the words of Heeseung in, it took a while before she went off of him.

Taking the words of Heeseung in, it took a while before she went off of him.

She started to mumble sorry, to him.

‘I’m so sorry, Heeseung. I wasn’t paying attention where I was looking.’

Looking at her drink or rather what was left of them, a small pout made way on her face.

She had left early to get her friend some drinks since they all had an early class. But now there was nothing left of that anymore.

‘Why do you look like someone just ran your dog over ?’

‘Because now I don’t have any more drinks for my friends.’

A small laugh left Heeseung's lips, making Y/n glare at him. It starts to hit her that the both of them are still sitting on the ground with all her stuff lying around them.

‘We should get going Heeseung.’

‘Yeah, but let's get you new drinks Y/n.’

‘No you don’t have to do that, I will just tell them was too late to get it.’

‘I insist on it Y/n, I won’t take a no for an answer.’

Seeing that Heeseung wouldn’t take a no for answers, Y/n decided she should take his offer. She knows that Haerin would be less grumpy, and the chances of hurting Jake in the process because Haerin’s grumpiness would be less.

The boy liked Haerin a little too much, but even then she could be a bit mean to him especially in the morning when she didn’t have her coffee yet.

‘Sure if you insist.’ With a smile on her lips, Y/n stands up and takes her stuff, waiting for the boy to do the same as her.

‘So what are you waiting for Lee?’

Not wasting a second of it, Heeseung takes her hand dragging her to the beloved cafe on the campus.

‘For us to be together.’

He muttered it, making sure she didn’t hear him. Sun was left shocked, he had seen almost everything going down.

He was sure it was the same girl Heeseung was hugging last time. And now he is holding hands with her, there is no way that Heeseung couldn’t deny that there isn’t something between the two of them.

This time Sunoo took pics of the said couples, keeping proof for the case he calls ‘find who Heeseung's crush is.’

‘Sunoo what are you doing here, don’t you’re class start in two hours?’

Taking a bit by surprise by the girl he met just two days ago, Sunoo wasn’t expecting anyone he knew to be here so early.

‘Oh hi Haerin, yes that is true. I was waiting for a friend but it looks like they have other plans.’

The girl gives him a suspicious look before shrugging her shoulders.

‘So want me to keep you company ?’

‘if you don’t mind.’

So both Sunoo and Haerin walked while talking about anything they could think of.

Laughing with each other on their way to their first lecture of the day.

Unknowingly of the pair of eyes that were following them, or the little cracks that made their way into the heart of the person that was watching them.

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SYNOPSIS: For the years Y/n had know Haerin her best friend, she had first sit for Lee Heeseung. Haerin’s older brother, the one she didn’t wanna fall for him. Having promised to Haerin not to fall for him, the one rule they had. She broke it before she knew it.

Or in when Heeseung has always liked his younger sister friend but was to scared to make move on her. So when fate brings them back together at college, Heeseung decided he will take his chance not caring what everyone thinks about it.

Love Story 💕

Chapter 007: Nothing Hyung, nothing

warning: violence, suicidal thoughts

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SYNOPSIS: For the years Y/n had know Haerin her best friend, she had first sit for Lee Heeseung. Haerin’s older brother, the one she didn’t wanna fall for him. Having promised to Haerin not to fall for him, the one rule they had. She broke it before she knew it.

Or in when Heeseung has always liked his younger sister friend but was to scared to make move on her. So when fate brings them back together at college, Heeseung decided he will take his chance not caring what everyone thinks about it.

Love Story 💕

Chapter 008: Where is Jake ?

word’s count: 535 words

warning: violance, hitting someone in the head

When Y/n got to Jake’s dorm, she didn’t expect to see her friend surrounded by used tissues. His eyes were red shot from all the crying he had done, upon seeing his best friend since middle school standing in his living room.

‘Y/n-‘

‘Shush you don’t need to say anything, I’m here for you.’

‘Look I even got your favorite food for you, so stop being sad.'

Jake smiled a little bit, knowing that Y/n wouldn't leave him alone till he was happy again. He truly loved his friends, but having a crush on one of them ( can you consider a crus at this point) is sometimes hard. He is for sure in love with her only if she could see that herself. Lee Haerin was smart at times but when it came to love it was as if the girl had lost all of her brain cells.

'You know when I said that we would do a sad lee broke our hearts day, I thought we would leave it back in high school.'

'Look at us now, our first week of college and we cried at least twice because of them.'

What started as funny jokes, turned into them having a cry about Lee's sessions once in the while. It was something a lot of their friends didn't know about, only Sakura was the only one.

'Do you think that we will ever move on or get the happy ending that we want Y/n?'

The girl signs, she never thought about it. When she had figured out she liked Heeseung, she want to scream. She didn't want to believe that she fell for the one person she could never be with, spending days trying to get over him for her only to fall hard each time.

'I don't know Jake, but you know if Haerin finds out about me like her brother. It wouldn't end well for our friendship. She would hate me for it.'

‘What about me, do you think i have a chance maybe?’ At moment that he waited on the girl answer, he laid his head on her shoulder. Getting closer to each other.

'If we hit her on the head, maybe she would see you.'

'Jake have you seen my charger-' Sunghoon stop talking the moment he saw the two, sitting so close to each other. If Heeseung had seen this, he would have had a heart attack. One of his best friends and his all-time crush, sitting so close to each other like they were almost about kiss each other at this moment.

'Jake what are doing-' 'It's not what it looks like Sunghoon, she is only here to help me get through a heartbreak.'

'Still i-' 'She likes Heeseung Hyung.'

'What?!' Both Sunghoon and Y/n looked at Jake.

'Why would you tell him that Jake, you know he will tell Heeseung that. Or even worse he will tweet about it and Haerin will find out about it. I should really kill you right now.'

'Wait you like hyung, and not me.' It was going to be a long night if the boys make it to the end of it.

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SYNOPSIS: For the years Y/n had know Haerin her best friend, she had first sit for Lee Heeseung. Haerin’s older brother, the one she didn’t wanna fall for him. Having promised to Haerin not to fall for him, the one rule they had. She broke it before she knew it.

Or in when Heeseung has always liked his younger sister friend but was to scared to make move on her. So when fate brings them back together at college, Heeseung decided he will take his chance not caring what everyone thinks about it.

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tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother.  He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin.  angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia​ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao  🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you! 

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word.  Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

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GIRLS NEED LOVE | PARK SUNGHOON

summary: you can’t seem to listen when your best friend says her older brother is off limits.

word count: 3.2k

warnings (18+): smut. fluff (if you squint lmfao). swearing. alcohol. kissing. nipple play, fingering (f. receiving).

MINORS DNI!!

A/N: back again after my usual cycle of deleting and remaking accounts here (hopefully this is my last lol). edited and remade this just in case it sounds familiar!

The summer heat was relentless tonight, a thick, suffocating blanket that clung to your skin and refused to let go. You tossed and turned beneath the light sheets, frustration building with every huff of breath.

The air was humid, making it impossible to slumber. Despite having your eyes shut for what felt like an eternity, sleep remained elusive, teasing you from just beyond reach.

You’d like to think there were other reasons besides the warmth of the summer evening that had you feeling hot and bothered. The muffled hum of cicadas outside droned on, an irritating cacophony that seeped through the walls, mingling with the soft snores of your best friend beside you.

But, it wasn’t really the noise that kept you awake—it was the swirling thoughts in your mind, each one pulling you deeper into a mixtape of memories you wished would stay buried.

Your brain, ever the tormentor, delighted in replaying moments you’d rather forget. Moments that belonged in the past, locked away and never to be revisited.

You wanted to blame the events at Jake’s party on the alcohol—specifically that cursed, yet sinfully good, cherry vodka Jay made.

It was the vodka, after all, that led you to kiss your best friend’s brother in the first place.

At least, that’s what you wanted to believe. It was the alcohol…it had to be the alcohol.

It wasn’t the fact that you had a raging crush on him for months. If anything, it was his fault. Sunghoon was the one who escaped from the party to join you. Somehow letting aimless conversation fall into enamoured glances, droning about how pretty you looked that night.

He was the one who slid his hands around your waist and pulled you closer, lips ghosting over yours and pleading to kiss you.

Passionately. Feverishly. Hungrily.

Your eyes snapped open with a frustrated sigh, the darkness of the room doing little to calm the rapid thrum of your heart as you sat up. The memory of Thursday night played vividly in your mind, leaving your chest tight and your thoughts tangled.

Since that night, you hadn’t seen much of Sunghoon, his summer job at the beach keeping him occupied while you and Sooah roamed the town, searching for anything to distract yourselves from the blistering heat.

A part of you was relieved not to see him since Thursday night. You preferred the silence over the possibility of hearing him downplay what happened, blaming it on ‘party spirit’ or the alcohol.

With a sigh, you slipped out of bed, your feet softly padding across the carpeted floor as you made your way out of the room.

Maybe a midnight snack would help ease your restless mind, you thought, as you quietly descended the stairs, the faint glow from the living room spilled onto the wooden floor signalling that you weren’t the only one awake tonight.

But, preoccupied with the sole quest to sleep, you brush it aside, entering the dimly lit kitchen and making a beeline for the fridge.

When you open the fridge you close your eyes with a sigh, the feeling of the cold breeze hitting your skin making you feel a thousand times better.

“Can’t sleep?” Sunghoon’s voice tickling the shell of your ear startles you, slightly jumping with a stifled scream. “What the hell?!” You whisper yell, “don’t sneak up on people like that!” You chide, clutching your heart in an attempt to regain your composure.

Sunghoon’s smirk grows into a smile, seemingly humoured with scaring you shitless and you roll your eyes at him. It only takes a few seconds to notice how close he is to you, swallowing thickly as your eyes scanned his appearance.

Nothing but a pair of sweatpants and white socks…great, he was shirtless.

“I don’t think I will sleep anytime soon, thanks to you.” You grumbled in response to his question, awarding yourself for not sparing another glance at his naked upper half.

“Oh come on princess, it wasn’t that bad.” You roll your eyes again before returning to the fridge, trying not to mull over the nickname he had just given you.

You could feel Sunghoon’s gaze remain fixed on you, studying you intently, until he eventually turned his attention to the fridge. You felt as though he could feel the heat radiating from your skin as he moved closer— the gentle breaths escaping his lips and teasing the hairs on your neck, causing you to shiver.

You quickly emerge from the little world of the icy machine, settling with the first thing you see to avoid being with him in such closeness—which is a simple vanilla bean yoghurt.

The tension in the air feels painfully thick and awkward, and you silently mutter prayers in hopes that he leaves the minute he finds what he’s looking for— but he doesn't.

Sunghoon emerges with an energy drink, the crisp sound of the can opening cutting through the white noise. He effortlessly leans against the marble counter, taking a slow deliberate sip of the drink, Adam's apple rising and falling as he swallows. As he pulls the can away, he casually wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, gaze locking onto you again.

Your yoghurt suddenly looks really interesting, reading the indecipherable scientific words in the ingredient list and immersing yourself in the brand's origin story, all in an effort to avoid the intense presence of the guy in front of you.

“We should talk about Thursday night.” Your heart sinks in dread. Your face begins to burn and you nervously clear your throat, “talk about what?”

“You know what Y/N.” He says, stepping closer to you. Sunghoon settles the sweaty can onto the counter, surveilling your surroundings before he lowers his voice, “So you’re just gonna pretend like you don’t remember?”

You finally glance at the guy, whose brown eyes are already boring into your soul, searching for any sort of answer in your stoic expression. You swallow thickly as you revisit Thursday night’s events for the umpteenth time and it all still feels like a dream.

The way Sunghoon kissed you in a way that left you breathless, hands gripping your waist so tight as though you’d slip away any second.

You clearly remembered it as though it were yesterday, the tingling sensation of his fingertips on your skin, the scent of his cologne filling the air, the lustrous look in his eyes when he pulled away, only to have you lean in for more.

You indeed did kiss your best friend's brother.

“Sunghoon.” You sigh, "Can't we just put it behind us? We weren't in the right state of mind,"

Sunghoon shook his head with a frustrated sigh, leaving his spot beside you and positioning himself in front of you. His hands gripped the edge of the counter on either side of you, effectively trapping you and preventing your escape.

“Y/N, both of us know that isn’t true.” Sunghoon pauses and your breath gets caught in your throat when his hand meets your cheek, his cold touch sending delightful shivers down your spine.

"Are you honestly telling me that didn't hold any meaning for you?" His voice was low, almost tinged with frustration.

You finally look away, unable to keep the nerve-wracking eye contact but Sunghoon makes a sound of disapproval, his hand swiftly moving to your chin and turning you to meet his face again.

He emits a hum, eyebrows raised and anticipating a response, and your mouth opens, but you struggle to articulate any kind of excuse.

You hate just how much you dwindle under Sunghoon’s presence, hoping that he can’t hear the hammering of your heart, along with the nervous breaths that slip past your lips whenever he looks at you.

“Well it did for me.”

“I liked it.” He shrugs, leaning in, dimples denting his cheeks with a knowing smirk when he catches the way your body reacts.

“And I’d give anything to feel those lips again” He admits desperately, voice below a whisper. You can only let out a shaky breath as Sunghoon’s thumb toys with the plump flesh of your bottom lip, slowly inching closer to him and finally closing the gap between you two.

Kissing Sunghoon feels just like the first time, an electrifying sensation coursing through your body, with your heart pounding so loudly that it could reverberate off the kitchen walls. It's like a breath of fresh air, a mixture of exhilaration, longing and relief washing over you.

You sigh, hands finding his face as he kisses back, desperately leaning into the kiss as he matches your fervour, hands slipping to your waist and pulling you closer as if there were still some distance to bridge between you. Your hands wind around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling his face closer as the passionate kisses gradually blend into a makeout session.

The sounds of kissing fill the room, the fridge’s hums doing nothing to drown the rather lewd sounds out. Sunghoon breaks away from you, his breathing uneven. His cheeks carry a faint blush, and his hair is a cute mess.

It takes everything in you not to gravitate back to the solace of his soft and pretty lips and you’re taken aback, nearly letting out a surprised yelp when his hands swiftly reach for the back of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up and placing you onto the chilly surface of the marble countertop.

You’re now at eye-level and without warning, he is back on your lips, hands finding themselves under the thin material of your tank top and the cold metal of his rings against your flaming skin make your arch your back reflexively.

He pulls away, teeth softly tugging your bottom lip, with a breathy groan before he moves your jawline, sloppy open mouthed kisses travelling down your neck, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin, softly whimpering and sighing as the sensation blurred any rational thought that was left in your mind.

His hand slipped past your sternum, over your flimsy tank top and under it, brushing over your hot skin and on landing your breast, giving the flesh a soft squeeze.

Sunghoon’s lips follow suit, lips gliding over your collarbone before lifting your shirt up and attaching his lips to your nipple without warning, soft moans filling the quiet room as his tongue swipes over the erect bud.

Your fingers weaved in his soft hair, tugging on it as he moved to the other, kissing, nipping and sucking, the feeling snowballing the ache between your legs.

He finally pulled away with a ‘pop’, glancing back at your clouded state, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip between your teeth.

“You’re so, so fucking beautiful.” Sunghoon groans, gently grabbing your face, kissing you messily. His hands glide to your hips, lips moving sloppily and hungrily against yours.

His pulls you closer to his body, legs hooked around his waist and that’s when you feel it, something hard poking the inside of your inner thigh and when you pull yourself closer, it perfectly hits your aching cunt, a dizzying wave of pleasure coursing through you, your moans being swallowed by mouth— and you can tell you’re not the only one who feels this way when you hear Sunghoon’s lewd groans.

You can't help but subconsciously roll your hips against him, grabbing at his waist and looking for some kind of friction– chasing the same feeling of pleasure that you felt before. You shamelessly moan at the lovely feeling of his clothed dick hitting you in the right spot, only making you more impatient and needy.

Sunghoon’s low moans make your stomach flip, and you want to hear more of them but he stops—pulling away from your lips and gripping your waist so tightly you're sure it would leave a bruise.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll have to fuck you on the counter.” He warns, but you can’t take it seriously, not when his voice is so breathy and raspy.

“Then do it.” You whine, begging the man to throw you onto the counter like a rag doll and fuck you into oblivion.

But he only shakes his head, hands cupping your flushed cheeks, “I still want to make you feel good.” Sunghoon presses a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

His fingers tug the waistband of your shorts, and you lift yourself up as he swiftly removes them— the warmth of your skin meeting the contrasting marble. “As much as I’d love to hear your pretty moans, try to be quiet, alright?” You nod quickly, impatient and desperate for him to just touch you already.

You suck in your stomach with a quiet gasp when his fingers trail across the smooth skin of your thighs, “So soft…” He mumbled against your lips, hands sliding to the inside of your thighs, higher…higher, until his fingers find their way to your underwear toying with its lacy hem, before reaching the place where you need him most.

You inhale sharply, almost failing to hold back a moan when he finally touches your clothed clit, fingers rubbing over the wet fabric. You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly you lean into his touch, inaudibly yearning for more.

“Fuck Hoon.” You breathe out, hands covering your mouth, muffling your needy moans as he traced over the wet spot in circular motions, whimpering every time his thumb

“You’re so wet.” Sunghoon hisses, bottom lip between his teeth as he stares at you, eyes dark and pupils slightly blown.

“Shit, is this all for me?” Sunghoon's velvety whispers against your lips seem so far away as your eyes flutter shut, “Sunghoon, please.” You manage to whimper out, hands meeting his naked chest.

“Please what?” He hums, feigning obliviousness and you groan, feeling your pride slowly wither away. “I…I need you.” You whined. “So bad.”

“Yeah?” Sunghoon coaxed and you nodded desperately, a smirk creeping onto his lips that you wished you could wipe off— if it wasn’t for the pent up sexual frustration you felt and its fate lying in his hands…literally.

He wasted no time meeting your pleas, dragging the fabric to the side as fingers slid against your slick glistening folds, hand flying to your mouth and head falling back at the newfound pleasure coursing through you.

Your other hand gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the skin of his back and earning a hiss from Sunghoon’s lips. His fingers easily slip into your hole, your arousal more than enough to let his fingers move with his ease— and you feel like you’re seeing stars.

“Fuck” A choked moan slips past your lips with a gasp, hand falling limp– overwhelmed with pleasure. “You like that baby?” Sunghoon coos, and you only hum in content, breaths coming in hitches as Sunghoon worked his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out at a satisfying and rhythmic pace.

Holding in your moans was getting harder and he could tell, watching your face contort in frustration and both pleasure, surprised your lips hadn’t started bleeding from biting too hard.

“...feels so good” You manage to let out, half lidded eyes meeting the man before you, practically enamoured by your presence. “I d-don’t think I can...fuck” You choked out. “Come on baby, I know you can take it.” Sunghoon’s words almost send you over the edge. Your head lulls forwards, mouth falling agape as strings of curses spill out of your lips.

As though he wanted to taunt you, you felt his thumb press onto your swollen clit, letting out a shocked and rather loud moan into the air. “Sunghoon-” You moaned, lips pursed together as you tried to compose yourself, but you were already falling apart.

The obscene noises of your drenched cunt and your choked moans and whimpers fill the kitchen, feeling your face grow warm. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and you hear Sunghoon chuckle, leaning back and lifting your head with fingers holding your face, “Come on baby, I wanna see your beautiful face when I make you come.”

Sunghoon could feel your legs beginning to tremble, as your walls fluttered around his fingers, chest heaving and soft moans becoming just a pitch higher.

His fingers quicken its pace, curving at an angle that seems to send you over the moon, failing to hold back your moans as he moves faster.

Afraid of another slip up, Sunghoon lips meet yours, swallowing your broken moans that can’t be helped as you near your high. An aching intense feeling begins to brew at the pit of your abdomen, driving your nails down the skin of his chest undoubtedly leaving a mark.

You cry his name out, followed by a mutter of profanities as you finally come around his fingers. “So beautiful.” He whispers, hand meeting your face as his thumb brushes the tears coating your lashes. He presses a gentle kiss on your parted lips— still a bit lightheaded to return it, slowly coming down from your high.

Sunghoon’s fingers finally slip out, a broken mewl leaving your lips at the lost feeling. He takes the liberty of cleaning his fingers with his tongue, heat rushing to your face as hums at the taste of you.

“What?” Sunghoon’s shrugs, “You taste good.” He smirks, hands finding the mess of your hair and pulling you into his lips, the kiss softer and more saccharine than the ones before.

You can still feel something poking your leg and your eyes flicker down to Sunghoon’s sweatpants, but before you can say anything, you hear the sound of a door click open upstairs and you and Sunghoon both exchange a look of alarm and horror.

The sound of Sooah’s voice sends you two in a frenzy, Sunghoon helping you slide off the counter as you pull down your shirt and scramble for your shorts.

“Y/N?” She calls out, feet pattering against the wooden stairs, as she descends to the first floor.

You both grab your long forgotten midnight snacks, settling yourself on a chair across from Sunghoon while he stands behind the counter…rightfully so.

When Sooah enters the kitchen, she thankfully doesn’t speculate anything, you two are both glued to your phones, scrolling on some sort of social media platform.

“Sooah, hey!”

“Hey…I was wondering where you went.” She smiled at you before her eyes flickered to her brother, exchanging their usual sibling formalities by grimacing at each other.

“I just came down for a snack, that's all.” You smiled, trying to conceal the mild shakiness of your voice.

Instead she moves closer to you, hands brushing your stray hairs into place, “Okay, well…I’ll see you upstairs.” And with that she leaves the kitchen.

Both of you let out sighs of relief, glancing at one another. Your face feels hot again, and you rise to your feet, a slight tremble in your thighs.

“I should…probably head back too.” You sigh, nodding your head upstairs.

“Oh! Yeah, right.”

The ceiling light highlights the rosy hue flushed on Sunghoon’s cheeks, his messy hair and plump lips, flashing you one of his pretty smiles, “I’ll see you later princess.”

As you leave the kitchen, Sunghoon fights the urge to pull you in for just one more kiss. His eyes linger until you disappear from view, and with a soft sigh, he runs his hands through his dark hair.

Now how was he going to fix his hard-on ?

ATEEZ San: Touchin’ you tonight

San being readers best friends bigger brother.

[Warnings: smuuuut, concept of virginity, reader being female, a bit of alcohol (Sans drink not having alcohol tho), unprotected sex (No No No, not good), best friends brother, absolutely not proofread so this might lack gramatically as well as in content]

It was the first wedding you were ever attending. Well, it was your best friends wedding. She and her now husband, both rather young, finally stood their ground after all their families disapproval because “they were ‘too’ young”. You couldn’t care any less nor could them. It was such a happy day, it was almost impossible for any sadness to slip up. Almost.

You were pretty occupied with different tasks the whole time. Making sure to get a polaroid picture of all the guests and remind them to later glue the pictures into the guest book, making sure not to forget any of the lines of your speech you prepared for the couple, being your best friends maid of honor, making sure that the kids would keep their distance from the pool to not fall in there as the parents were too busy chatting with other parents and ultimately making sure all this didn’t ruin your looks. you were invested in making this wedding as perfect as you could and even tho the wedding planner was there to do most of the stuff you took care of the guests because you wanted to and mainly because you could.

Your were, unbelievably, the only person at that wedding who did not have a partner by their side and all of them reminded you of how “sad it is for you to be all alone when you should have someone by your side you could marry young soon too”, this statement being totally contradictory to what they thought when the wedding couple announced they’d get married. That’s why you were pretty happy with wandering around mingling with everyone to keep you distracted. Honestly speaking thanks to you the day kept rolling smoothly. 

As soon as the wedding ceremony had started the tears were rolling. people were crying and throwing rose petals when the freshly weds walked down the aisle, photos were made and the couple disappeared for a one to two hours photoshoot with their wedding photographer. This was the first time you were able to relax for a bit, not that you realised you had needed it. You sat down in one of the cute looking wicker armchairs in some corner with your first drink of the night, crossed your legs over each other and took a breath. You smoothed out your champagne colored silk dress, adjusting the back of it which was actually not covered by more than some strings that were meant to be the dresses shoulder straps. You were glad you didn’t wear a real bra, would’ve looked ridiculous anyways because you wouldve been able to see it from the open back, instead wearing a silicone bra to glue on with no straps at all. Cashier made you pay 30 dollars but those were worth it, your boobs didn’t sit weirdly in that dress once that day, but instead the dress did not sit right. You were constantly pulling on it for it to sit correctly again... what a bummer.

One minute after sitting down you saw an all too familiar face approaching you taking a seat in the armchair next to you. It was Choi San, your best friends older brother who you had totally forgotten about due to being so busy with your thoughts running everywhere where kids where running... You felt weird about him randomly sitting with you; actually it wasn’t that random but you liked to tell that yourself. San was two years older than you and your best friend, you and her being 21 which made him 23. You have known her since forever, you regularly having sleepovers at her place and literally living there during summer breaks in high school. San was basically there not only undergoing his sisters puberty but yours too. From seeing you sneeking into the kitchen at night to grab your crying best friend and yourself the weirdest combination of food you could find to lighten up her mood or you getting a key and chilling alone at their place when your lessons were canceled but hers weren’t, giving you a full day off school and her a packed day with lectures. He saw you at your worst, literally. What made you really uncomfortable was that you had developed a small crush on San over the past four years not knowing wether it was because you started fantacising about the male gender anyways and you and your best friend talking about doing naughty stuff with boys while constantly running past San in sweats and a tshirt with wet hair and a towel or because you actually liked him, not knowing how you could’ve developed those feelings because you didn’t really “know” him... you did but at the same time you didn’t.

San: “Y/N” *pause* “You look very nice”. He took a small breath, trying to get that last bit of air in his lungths for him to exhale it just as fast.

Y/N: “Thanks. You look very handsome too”. You were fumbling with your glass. His presence made you nervous. It gave you a reason to go throw your hair and any folds in your dress more than you already did. “Uh, where is your plus one for tonight?”

San: “Hm... don’t have anyone. What about you? You didn’t bring your boyfriend?”. He leaned forward while asking that question, moving his hands over his thighs stroking the fabric. He seemed like he didn’t wanna be sitting right here which made you a little anxious. Did he feel uncomfortable about having to talk to you? If so why did he come into your direction...

Y/N: “I don’t have a boyfriend. In fact, never had one. But I’m okay with it. I’m more surprised about you not bringing someone with you. I thought I was literally the only one with no partner at this wedding.”

San nodded curiosly when you told him you had nobody at the moment. Somehow his body language was so odd today you had trouble reading it. He seemed like he was just being friendly and pretend to be interested; not that you mind, why would San care anyways.

San: “Nope, haven’t had anyone in a while too. Wait that sounded a little wrong-”

Y/N: “Uhm no actually it sounded normal until you made it sound ambiguous”

San: “Oh I- uh...”

Y/N: “I was fooling with you. Keep going.”

San was puzzled and you noticed. For some reason it felt just so weird to even talk to him. All the other conversations you ever had were about school and teachers if they ever went past bigger conversations, rarely. Now having to talk to him about the concept of what it would be being an adult for the next few hours- odd. You wondered what San must’ve been thinking at this moment.

San: “So uhm... what I came to tell you besides you looking breathtaking was that I noticed you keeping the mood here alive and I just wanted to offer you my help like... I don’t know uh- I heard you would be organizing the game before dinner right?”

Odd. Odd for him to comment on your “breathtaking” appearance - again -.

Y/N: “Oh, how sweet of you. Yeah I’d like for you to help me. Would save me a lot of time.”

So while you were explaining the game to him and when to prepare for it you two got ready and collected several pens and papers for the guests to write one inside joke only them and the wedding couple would know and one fact about them that was a bit more obvious that when read out loud the couple would have to guess on who wrote it down. Said and done you collected all the papers again and when the couple came back from their photo session they sat down, tight schedule, to officially welcome all the guest, say their thank you’s and hear some guests speeches. All patiently waiting for what was to come next. You and San stood up with the papers and a mic explaining what was to come. Needless to say it was a very entertaining round of laughter for half an hour and some story telling explaining the behind about the stories. San and you did half and half, you reading out some and then him pretending you were the best hosts of this event, living that moment, him taking occasional glances at you and your dress, specificaly your cleavage because reading the jokes out loud made you forget about adjusting your dress, quickly looking back at his papers when you turned your face to him.

At the end of the game you two rounded everything up with a congrats to the couple, a wink to your best briend and a “the buffet is now open”. Both of you were the first ones to head there making the other guests laugh. 

San peeked over your shoulde to see what food was to come next, taking the chance to sniff some of your perfume without you noticing.

Y/N: “You could’ve gone infront of me if you are so desperatly curious on what food they have to offer San. Are you that hungry?”

He was backing off a bit, too embarassed on you calling him out thinking you might have noticed him taking in your scent.

San: “Oh sorry sorry I- yeah I’m-” - He was eyeing you up and down and he was scolding himself on the inside for making it so obvious - “I’m very hungry right now.

You and San sat down again and started actually chatting about life and old stories, now being very chill about it since you two have grown up. Maybe you two just needed food to loosen up a bit. It was ridiculous how good you two were talking to each other, the other guests who knew you noticing and nudging their aunts and uncles to then point at you two, the weeing couple getting a hang of what their closest guests were gossiping about, then observing you and him too for a while. San and you were well aware of the attention you two had on you but neither of you could mind any less. Him being relieved and actually happy about having such good conversation while you were busy fighting your own mind on stopping to think about having Sans hand on your thigh under the table. It was incredible how fast your thoughts switched that day. Unbeknownst to you, San his thoughts did too, him being just a tad bit more happy about thinking sane again.

Fast forward, all food was eaten, more drinks were intus and you and the bride were sprawled around the Candy bar. San and the broom snapping pictures of you two to later make sure to stick into the guest book too. You however took a doughnut and walked straight to San, not accepting the fact that he was having fun with taking eventually embarassing pictures of you.

Y/N: “Sannie come on, take a bite!”

San was struggling to keep you away from the polaroid camera.

San: “No stop it! You’re gonna get my suit dirty Y/N.”

While holding his arm to try and drag it down you said: “Oh so what? We can take it off if it gets dirty!”

San seemed a bit irritated by that comment and indeed lowered his arm which gave you the chance to lead the doughnut to his lips. He shoved the camera into your hand and took the doughnut instead, to what you instantly took a few pictures of, your own doughnut still in the other hand. You sat next to him and got near his head biting into your doughnut and snapping a selfie with the polaroid camera. It was all too amusing to look at because in the next moment the news reached to you that the DJ had arrived. Perfect timing to get a drink you thought. And by this you seperated from San again, leaving him sitting alone with the rest of the doughnut and a polaroid camera.

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The DJ was playing dope music. Typical club music that changed to R’n’B Music, something you’d usually rub your body on someone elses body just like the wedding couple did. You on the other hand had your eight drink of the day in hand on which you and some other guest argued on that the bartender put little to no alcohol into the drinks that day. Not to your disappointment because you were enjoying yourself on the crowded dancefloor anyways. You were absolutely having your moment. Glass in the air, feeling the beat, dancing like that good looking bitch that you were, moving your hands over your body, swaying your hips delicate to the music and exchanging smiles with some other guests who were dancing with you. When your attention came across San standing at the bar, a glass in his hand, you didn’t mind keeping eye contact with him while mouthing the lyrics to Trey Songz ‘Touchin, Lovin’. When that party pooper looked down to his glass to avoid your stares you made your way to his and took his hand while drinking your glass empty to place it on the counter. You tried to pull him on the dance floor but he refused to. You got closer to him to not yell over the music.

Y/N: “Sannie why don’t you wanna dance with me?”

No answer... ouch. You stoped moving your body.

Y/N: “San. I want to dance with you.”

San: “No. You’re drunk.”

Pathetic excuse you thought.

Y/N: “The bartender put almost no alcohol in all of the guests drinks San. I doubt that I am near to tipsy. Please come with me. Wouldn’t it be nice to make a memory together on your sisters and my best friends, wedding?”

San: “Believe me I do want to.”

This got you confused.

Y/N: “Well then come on? What’s stopping you?”. You did not wait for an answer and finally pulled him onto where you wanted to have him. At first just awkwardy holding hands and swaying them from left to right and him making you do a twirl like you were dancing to a country song...

Y/N: “No San. That’s not what I want. I want us to dance!”

This man was trying everything to avoid touching your body but you just had to be so dang stubborn. On the other hand it was super hot for you to take things into your own hands and him seeing you knowing what you want. And so he gave in. 

The lyrics saying “I’m touchin you tonight-” and you put his hands around your waist, wandering your own past his arms onto his shoulders, giving them a quick massage whispering for him to stop being so stiff. San hoped that the disco lights weren’t reflecting the sweat building on his forehead. He. Was. Nervous. And he had all the rights to be. He was worrying about other guests looking especialy the bride and what they would think, you being his sisters best friend. He was worrying about his own state, questioning wether this was okay but if he had to be honest his mind had changed the minute he first saw you today. It was natural for him to be all nervous. He alway ever saw you in pajamas with cute little smiling cookies on them or just your pre-teen clothes but THIS? This was you as the woman he didn’t know you could be. He rarely ever saw you in the past since all of you had their own apartments now. He didn’t know your cookie pajamas turned into black shorts that showed your ass cheeks all too well and an oversized shirt that rid down your shoulder, your boobs being bigger now and while going outside, you wore tight jeans, tops and bras that rounded up what was there to show wearing make up and having styled hair. No, even unstyled and without make up or all that stuff... you were a woman now and he tried everything to ignore that fact and trick himself into believing you weren’t. Because he was liking who this woman was. 

San took a breather and just took you in for a second. Seeing you enjoy yourself, wanting to pull him into that feeling of enjoyment, he let you. He properly held you around your waist. Actually he let his hands wander to your back making the distance between you two a bit smaller. And when he put in effort to dance he elicited a smile from you. He was surprised by the fact that you sang the lyrics with no thought behind it while dancing with him. He slid one hand up your side and up your arm until it reached your hand leaving a bigger gap between you two just when the song changed just to turn you over and pull you in again, your back pressed to his chest... your bum pressed to his front. 2 On by Tinashe now playing. This Playlist was made for you two.

You felt Sans breath becoming irregular by the second and you tried to reach one hand behind you to reassure him this is okay, that this is fine. It did no better. San felt intoxicated and at the same time he never felt so out of control. He felt like he was 15 again, drooling over his hot physics teacher in middle school. Like a boy who couldn’t control his mind. And this went on for the next three or four songs. You lost count. Him and you getting closer and closer, grinding onto each other. He was whispering into your ear not calculating if you would be able to understand due to the volume of the music.

San: “Y/N... This is wrong on all levels”

You turned around, putting your hands on his neck again, resting your lower arms on his sholders, him grabbing a hold of them.

Y/N: “Sweetie don’t ruin this for me. What makes you think so?”

The nickname giving him chills. You were his younger sisters best friend. Who were you to talk to him like this. Like he wasn’t older than you and like you weren’t 13 anymore... ironic.

San: “You know why”

Y/N: “No I don’t. And I most certainly don’t see why this would be a problem so why don’t you tell me what bothers you hm? I just wanna dance.”

San: “Y/N this isn’t ‘just dancing’... You know the rules.”

Y/N: “Oh I wasn’t aware we set any rules here what is-”

His hand wandered to your hips, sqeezing them.

San: “Gosh it’s an unspoken rule Y/N... Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

Y/N: “Believe me I do but I decide to ignore such concept of a rule because it’s bullshit and I thought you were smarter than this. I don’t live by such ridiculous rules. San Nobody here seems to mind you and me dancing like this and for sure not your sister. If anything she is too drunk and concentrated on her man. I know you’re enjoying this and damn well am I so what is fucking up with you?”

San: “I... I can’t do this with the younger friend of my sister as much as I would want to. I promise you -I shouldn’t even be telling you this- I have been trying to keep my hands off of you because you look so damn fine. The things I’d do to you in that dress-”

San broke. His words spilled out like a waterfall and when he was able to stop himself he looked you in the eyes, completely baffled that he basically just told his younger sisters friend that he would fuck her. You were amused. You put a finger under his chin and scanned his face.

Y/N: “May I remind you San... I may be younger than you but I am not the young friend you so like to treasure in your memories anymore. Shove that to the side. I want you and you have been acting too damn odd and distant the first half of the day. I am not letting this opportunity go by not offering you a chance now to man up and make a move. I. Want. You”.

San was flustered to have you like this infront of him. In his hands actually. Giving him his chance to do things to you and make you dirty. To ruin you and the image he had of you. the only question being if he really wanted to accept that new image in his head. 

San: “How do we do it?”

And you got what you wanted. That dark gaze of his gave you goosebumps. You came up with a quick plan in your mind.

Y/N: “Listen. I’m gonna pretend I slipped while dancing and my heel made me twist my ankle or something. You will hold me and help me to the bathroom to cool my ankle. Got it?”. He gave you a nod. And your little act began. You pretended to slip and San pretended to catch you. Your face was plastered in pain and some guests came to you to reassure themselves that you were okay. Your best friend noticed too and rushed to your side. You’re fall must’ve been grammy worthy for you to gather this much people round you. San held you close and shooed them off while telling everybody he would take you to the toilet to cool the ankle, just like you told him he should. Said and done he put your arm around his shoulder and his arm behind your back walking into the direction of the bathrooms. When you turned around the corner where nobody could see you two you took in your normal posture and stopped for a second. You put your body on his faces close to each other.

Y/N: “That was hot.”

But swiftly breaking contact and pulling him to the mens bathroom, not forgetting to lock the door.

San: “You’re insane for this.”

Y/N: “No I’m not. You’re just afraid someone might catch us. Now kiss me or I will... I have done the most part of this already.”

However, he did not kiss you. He pulled you in further into the bathroom right infront of the huge mirror that was hanging above the counter turning you to look into it, him still close behind you. The light was dim, perfect for the mood. 

San: “You know what lured me in the most today?”

You shook your head but there was no need to answer. His hand went to your hips, one finding its way to the back of your dress, lingering his fingers over your exposed skin, playing with the strings, following the line to your shoulder to shove off the strings off your shoulder and make the dress fall a bit to expose even more of your cleavage. He attached his lips to your neck kissing it with delicate, light but still hungry kisses. By the look of his face you could think he was intoxicated. And he truely was.

San: “You look so fucking sexy. I had such a hard time to remain calm about it.”

More kisses were placed on your neck going up your face. A hand came around to grab your chin once again and tilt your face back to his, his heavy watch on his wrist reflecting the light from the lamp above it. His action made you slip a moan which he caught in an intense kiss. Finally. You pressed your ass into his crotch just for him to turn you around and get you two more comfortable for a make out. You two were exploring each others lips but he had the upper hand being the dominant one when moving your lips against each other. You had to push him away for a moment to get some air again. Your cheeks were visibly red to which he chuckled. You staring up at him gave you that innocent look again.

San: “Baby you look like a cute little kitten that wants to be taken care of right now with your doe eyes. It drives me crazy.”

Y/N: “I would love for you to properly take care of me like nobody has San.”

San: “Beg for it. You sounded so heavenly great when you told me you wanted me to do things to you back on the dance floor. Could you do that for me kitty?”

You scoffed and looked to the side. At first he didn’t want you for his own sake and now he sounds like this was his idea... 

San: “Come on baby you were so good with your words just a few minutes ago. Cat got your tongue?”

Y/N: “Urrghh San! I’m too desperate right no to wait for anything to happen. I have been internally drooling over you in that suit and more so has my lower region been flooded by some sea and I honestly can’t take any fussy words right now so will you pleeaaase do your work and fuck me? Just touch me please... ruin me!”

He was so turned on by that, his boner was getting harder and harder in no time. He bit his lip and ripped off that dress, making you squeal by the sudden move. After your dress and that ‘bra’ were slid off he worked on making his own clothes coming off, you unbottoning his jaquette while he was working on his tie.

Y/N: “Keep the tie on.”

He followed your instructions and while you worked on freeing his upper body he hastily opened his belt and pulled down his pants. He then pulled of Jaquette and his Shirt and just stood there with hung low pants, no shirt, a tie and lipstic over his lips. You grazed his bulge with your hand over his boxers and started moving your hands watching him sigh and throwing his head back.

San: “Hell yeah princess. That feels great”

Another nickname that gave you shivers. You bent down to completely pull down Sans boxers just to be met with his huge cock right infront of your face, it standing proudly against his stomach where you could see veins forming on his abdomen. You were mesmerized. He chuckled once again.

San: “Stand up baby.”

You took in the sight of his girth and slowly looked up to meet his gaze. He started leaning in very slowly again just to stop right infront of your lips. His hands haltered around your hips, his fingers linking in with the waistband of your panties and started pulling them down while still being so close he looked down and it was so freaking hot. It made you feel like he was in control. And he was. When you stepped out of your panties he took you in for another kiss, his hands roaming on your body, at first your waist to pull you in as close as possible then cupping your breast and giving them a small massage to cupping your jaw and deepening the kiss. He made sure to remember all of your skin with his hands. His right hand went down your stomach touching your pussy to feel how wet it indeed was. He spread your lower lips with two fingers and gently rubbed them up and down to smear some of your wetness around. Your legs gave in a bit but to your luck Sans other hand held you up, your moans now becoming more. When he decided he had enough he grabbed both your thighs and ordered for you to jump on the counter. When sat, he spread your legs. It was a bit humiliating at first. He just stood there admiring your pussy like it was some famous painters artwork. He wet his lips with his tongue and mentally took a picture of it. You felt heat rush into your belly and pulled on his tie to signal for him to do something. He looked up at you and gave you a reassuring nod. He got a few steps closer do you and put one hand around you to hold himself on the counter, the other hand now on his cock giving it a few strokes while you both watched him do so. Aligning it to your entrance he first rubbed his tip on it.

San: “Y/N have you had sex before?”

Y/N: “No... have not”

San: “Acting so mature and telling me ou haven’t been fucked yet? Princess this might hurt a little then. I’ll do everything to distract you from the pain okay?”

You shook your head. Your hands gripped his shoulders widing your legs a bit more for him. You bit your lip and gave him the green light to go in. And so he did. Bit by bit. Tip in, he waited for a second, looking up and down between you and his cock waiting for you. You saw San flexing his jaw. He was trying to hold it in not to rut into you like he wanted. He tried distracting you both when slowly going in more by kissing your lips slowly, enjoying the taste of the many Aperol Spritz you had. You almost got so lost in kissing that you forgot not even half of his penis being inside of you. Between the kisses you told him to continue moving and he took that opportunity to move in almost completely. You hissed a bit when you felt the pain breaking from the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck, your head leaning against his chest. He started stroking your back and gave your head a few kisses reassuring you the pain will go away in a bit,

San: “B-Babe do you want me to move out?”

Y/N: “NO no please don’t. Just- Just touch me. Touch me anywhere.”

San started kissing your forehead, then placing his lips there without moving. He started bottoming out again. One of his hands went to play with your breast circling a finger slowly around your nipple moving one thumb over it making it hard. His other hand going down to your clit slowly drawing circles there too. Almost immediately you threw back your head. He looked up at you moaning his name and he couldn’t but take that opportunity to leave some hickeys on your neck. Something he know you would be mad at him for later.

Y/N: “San this feels- hhnngg- good. Please please move now”

San: “Y-yeah, yeah I will princess. I will.”

His cock went in further and further. You threw your head back once again, your hair swingin back. San waited so patiently but he couldn’t wait any more.

San: “Baby I have to properly move now or I will loose my mind!”

San put your legs aroung his waist for you to get ready and one moment later he bottomed out almost completely to then slam in again, making you moan once again. He kept his head low and nuzzled in your neck, grunting and groaning while repeating to thrust into you with a steady rythm. It felt like an hour for him when truely it was just a minute or two. Time was such a weird concept in this situation anyways. You moved your hands over his back eventually scratching it with your nails to find something to hold onto as San kept on thrusting fast. He swung one arm around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder and his other hand held your thigh up for you as your legs gave in more and more. He was able to open his eyes for a moment to look into the mirror and see your body being fucked by him. He was keeping a good pace when suddenly you started chanting for him to go harder pulling on his tie.

Y/N: “San please go harder, please please fuck me harder!”

San: “Fuck I’m gonna ruin this pussy. MY pussy. Hear that? This is- ah- my pussy to fuck!”

Y/N: “Oh gosh yes San only yours please ah!”

San rutted into you harder. His hip movement was so amazing at this point, his ass tensing up to push his hips deeper into yours and to continuously hear skin on skin slap against each other and you repeatedly crying out his name. He couldn’t stop but kiss you wildly and mark you as his. He was slamming into you and both of your panting got louder, him saying your name over and over again.

Y/N: “San I feel like I’m gonna cum soon Oh please don’t stop it feels too good aah!”

San: “Hell fuck I’m gonna come too my princess. Wait for me a little will you?”

You gave him a fast nod and held onto him even more biting down a bit on his shoulder which gave San his last reason to bring you two to your climax. His speed faltered a bit but his hard thrusts became no less to which you instinctively clung your legs around his hips to pull him in as close as you could. San giving it his last power, fastly started circling his thumb against your clit again which brought out a moan of you signaling that your having a big orgasm which was music to his ears. Just a few seconds later his thrust became irregular. He gave his last power, his last groans and grunts, his last breath for the last push and him throwing back his head while straightening his back and pushing forward his hip into yours, balls deep and then emptied inside of you.

San bend down his upper body and collapsed on you thrusting forward just a tad bit to ride out your orgasms. You had no strength in holding yourself up anymore which San noticed. He hugged you and brought your body up to his for you to rest your face in his chest. You two were fucked out. He repeatedly kissed your temples and when you looked up at him he swore he could almost feel himself twitch and go hard again. He gave your lips a chast kiss and slowly pulled out to what you gifted him one last moan.

Y/N: “I feel so empty without you inside of me San”

San: “Please don’t say stuff like that or I might get hard again. I’m too fucked out for this.”

Y/N: “San I have to be honest with you...”

Oh god. What would come now? Were you going to tell him he was bad? That you didn’t enjoy it? Did you regret it? You giggled to his startled face.

Y/N: “I’m too selfish for this to be the only time we ever fucked. I- I want THIS to become my sex life San.”

San: “Oh damn was it that good?”

Y/N: “Are you joking? You can’t tell me you didn’t think this was insanely good.”

San: “Hm yeah literally it was.”

You two tried gaining some strength again. He helped you off the counter and put on your panties and dress for you, kissing your shoulders in the process again. While he put on his clothes you turned to the mirror to fix your hair and make up. When you two got finished he turned you around grabbing both of your hands. He gave you a smirk.

San: “I’m taking you home now to sleep in my bed next to me. Tomorrow you and I will have a nice date I am taking you on and we will be having more sex too”

Y/N: “You know, its super hot for you to suddenly claim me like I have always been yours when this morning you still thought of me as that innocent best friend your sister has and now you fucked exactly that innocent girl.”

San: “Let’s not call it ‘claiming’ but instead realising how stupid I have been for not making a move all the time...”

Y/N: “True. Then lets head off to your place. Let’s tell the others my ankle hurts really bad and that you’ll bring me home.”

San: “Okay Princess. Anything you say.”

Helping you walk, him and you got into the dance room saying goodbyes to everyone and then leaving in Sans car to his place making sure to secretely take one of the polaroids you and him took together that layed sprawled on the table with the guest book next to the entrance~~~~~~~

The next morning you woke up to a message of your best friend:

           Bestieee <3                  Good morning girlie! I hope your ankle doesn’t hurt too bad :(                 The staff at the wedding asked me about a silicone bra sticking to the                  wall in the mens bathroom. I told them this wouldn’t have been from one of my guest. But anw odd what people leave in bathrooms            right ;) It was so much fun and I love you so much for everything :*

While you showed San that message you mumbled: “30 dollars for nothing...”

San: “What do you mean nothing? The sex was the opposite of nothing may I remind you- and you look better without it anyways.”

Y/N: “What did you just say?”

San: “Nothing!”

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: Gemma is definitely Cassidy James' favourite Styles family member, considering they are best friends and all. And especially considering that Harry Styles is Gemma's smug and self-centered younger brother. Her life isn't perfect, and neither is she, but she hates how everyone thinks Harry is. Because she knows that's not the case.

Author's Note: This is my first OC fanfic, and first best friend's brother trope. It is based on events of "real life" Harry, except Gemma is only 2 years older (and Cassidy is only 1 year older). Some dates and events may be changed for the storyline, but I will be adding details of actual shows, which may have links to YouTube videos for your viewing pleasure. I hope you enjoy it!

PLEASE NOTE: The "present" begins in December 2019, and there are flashbacks which are italicized.

Series Warnings: Some explicit language, angst, mentions/recounts of domestic abuse, alcoholic parent, unplanned pregnancy, single mom, alcohol consumption, anxiety attack, smut- intercourse using condom

^ will be updated as needed

Chapters

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - coming next

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Marauders brainrot is sitting in a theatre waiting for a production of HSM to start but then Best Friends Brother comes on and your cousin knows the song because she watched the show but you know it because of late 2021/early 2022 jegulus era and as you’re trying to find a place to sit the angsty edits come flooding back and suddenly you’re thinking “is this a sign from the universe that I should reread Best Friend’s Brother?”

sirius watching dorian gray (2009) with remus in bfb lmao

Instead of being sad we don't get new CR content this week bc Zar is on break(happy birthday!!) Take this time to reread Just Lovers or BFB, and marvel in how wonderful their writing is.

Also I always see posts about "what's your least favorite trope" I wanna know what people's MOST favorite trope is..like what's something that makes you scream into your fist and slam it on the table bc you love it THAT much