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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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heartless (explicit)

genre: pwp, smut, exes hooking up - a part of the jeju shore collab !

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.

word count: 7.4k

other works in this collab: You DTF? by @haliiimede and Himbo Hours by @gimmethatagustd

contains: explicit sexual content!!! set in 2009, member POV, established relationship (exes), mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jk blows a stranger (definitely not anyone we know 👀) in a bar bathroom, some good ol' fashioned 2009 biphobia lmao, EXCESSIVE use of petnames (kookie and jagi) like it's really too much, cunnilingus, fingering, a lot of pussy appreciation bc of who i am as a person, they make a sex tape 🎥 (reader films jk going down on her), hot tub sex, jk makes reader come with a hot tub jet, unprotected sex (smh 😔), nothing in this fic is sexually healthy pls do not replicate, multiple orgasms/overstim, a lil bit of marking, jk is toxic and i kind of love him oops, don't fight me for the ending

A/N: it's here it's here it's here!!!!! happy jeju shore day 🥰 i'm so excited to share this one with y'all, it really was supposed to be a joke thing like ~sammi and ron vibes~ yknow and then idk.... this fic ran away with me,, like tell me why i ship kookie and jagi lowkey 🥺 over here like maybe one day they'll work it out 🥺 ANYWAY uhhh heed the warnings, this one's a doozy, have fun, stay hydrated 💦 and make sure you check out jai and hali's fics toooooo for your full ~weekend at the shore~ !!!! love you babes, thank you as always for reading 😘💜

read on AO3 !

“Shit, gonna come.”

Thank god, Jungkook thinks to himself. This guy has some impressive stamina, which he’d normally appreciate, but he’s in a bad mood tonight. Getting his throat fucked hasn’t helped like he thought it might.

Even though the guy is cute, with a big body and a sweet set of dimples, Jungkook is just going through the motions. He’s annoyed by the way the bathroom floor is digging into his knees, the way his jaw is starting to lock up with how long he’s been at this.

He shuts his eyes, remembers to breathe through his nose, and then a hand presses hard to the back of his head and his mouth starts to fill, bitter and heady. Careful not to spill a drop, Jungkook keeps his suction tight through the cock-twitches of this guy’s— he didn’t get his name, because he really doesn’t care to know it— orgasm, until he finally feels the fingers in his hair release.

Jungkook gets to his feet and stumbles to the sink, gripping the porcelain edge while he spits out the glossy strings of a stranger’s load. He’s not a swallower, because he’s not gay. He’s just good at sucking dick— and Jungkook likes doing things he’s good at.

“Appreciate it!” The stranger’s voice echoes over his shoulder, followed by the sound of the bathroom door swinging on its hinges and slamming shut, leaving him alone with a sink full of cum.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Jungkook stares himself down in the mirror, runs a hand over his hair to make sure it didn’t get fucked up from that guy’s truly obscenely large hand. Thankfully his extra-hold gel seems to be doing its job.

At the realization that his teeth are grinding together, he presses a knuckle into the hinge of his jaw, trying to encourage it to relax. He’s been clenching all night, and he’s not sure if he should blame the six redbull vodkas he’s thrown back or the keybumps of something he did off the bar: it was either coke or molly.

Coke, he thinks. He’s on edge.

He can’t shake this feeling, like he’s a wild animal trapped in a cage, as he pushes the bathroom door open and presses his way back into the mass of bodies in the club. He’s gone out every night this week looking for something, but he can’t find it. It’s not at the bottom of a bottle or in white powder snorted through a rolled-up hundred. And it’s certainly not in any of the random strangers he’s taken in the bathroom or the back alley or on the hood of his car in the parking lot.

He misses you.

It’s been almost three weeks since you last came around, and even then, it was only to scream at him while you dug your clothes out of his dresser and threw your spare toothbrush in the trash can. All because someone left you that stupid fucking note detailing the night Jungkook went blackout, where the last thing he remembers is Jimin convincing him to switch to Malibu.

If what Jungkook’s been told is the truth, he apparently started a bar fight and had a foursome that night— just, unfortunately, with three people who weren’t you. He kind of wishes he could remember at least one of those.

Fuck this, he thinks to himself, surrounded by trashed club-goers on all sides, bodies slick with sweat and tanning oil, the floor sticky from spilled drinks and probably a few other things. Jungkook knows exactly where he wants to be, and it’s between your thighs, not at one of the seven shitty clubs he and his hyungs have been rotating through all summer.

Figuring Taehyung and Jimin are fine to handle their own shit, he shoves through the crowd a little more aggressively than he needs to, and definitely knocks one drunk girl flat on her ass without bothering to look back.

The slight chill in the air when he steps outside is a welcome relief from the stale heat of the club. It’s the last weekend before everyone packs up and heads for the mainland, which means he’s running out of chances to see you, to try and convince you to get the fuck over this latest bump in the road and take him back.

Jungkook knows he loves you, he’s sure of it. He wants to marry you someday, get a little house in the suburbs, pop out a few kids, all that shit. But right now he’s young, and he just wants to party and have fun. He doesn’t understand why you care so much.

Driving home with the windows down, going a cool 80 in a 40, he grips the wheel with one hand while the other digs his Razr phone out of the pocket of his ripped jeans. He hits the first speed dial where your number is saved and has to call three times before you finally answer. The fact that you picked up at all means he has a chance tonight.

“What, Kookie?!”

Probably the greeting he should’ve anticipated, but his stomach still flips at the nickname. You’re the only one allowed to use it: he’s strictly Jungkook to most, JK to his hyungs.

He fidgets absentmindedly with the car lights, the AC, the button for the windows. This is always the hard part, talking about feelings and shit. But it’s what you want, so he’ll do it for you.

“Wanna see you,” he murmurs into the phone, as if he needs to keep his voice down so he won’t get caught being soft.

“Fuck off,” you snap instantly, but you don’t hang up.

Jungkook’s played this game enough times to know what it means: he’s got a rapidly shrinking window of opportunity to say the right thing. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, trying to buy himself some time. “Come on, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” You huff.

Stopped at a red light, Jungkook tips his head back against the car seat and shuts his eyes for a second, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of his thoughts. “Don’t be mean to me. I already told you I’m sorry, it’s not fair for you to hold this shit over my head.”

“I’m not holding anything over your head, Kookie, you fucking cheated—“

His grip on the steering wheel tightens, and he has to hold himself back from stomping too hard on the gas pedal when the light changes. “Yeah, I fucking know, okay? But it’s the last weekend. Is this really how you want to leave it?”

The silence on the other end of the line is more than enough to answer his question.

“Just… come over. Let me see you. Please?” Jungkook grimaces, embarrassed to be begging. He wouldn’t do it for anybody else.

Gravel crunches under the tires of his car as he pulls into the driveway, and he’s only sure the call didn’t disconnect when he hears the way you sigh softly on the other end. It’s a sigh he knows well.

“Fine.”

You don’t say anything else, and neither does Jungkook. He doesn’t know what else there is to say, or why any of this has to be such a big fucking deal. But he waits, until finally you hang up, and then he flips his phone shut. Girls.

Once inside, he makes quick work of getting everything together: sweeping the empty beer cans on the kitchen counter into the trash, spraying on a little more Hugo Boss, a mouthwash rinse to rid himself of the lingering taste of cum. The place you rented for the summer is just down the road, so it’s as he’s spitting in the sink for the second time tonight that he hears you bang loudly on the front door.

Time to turn on the charm, Jungkook thinks to himself, and then he exits the bathroom and reaches a hand between his shoulder-blades to pull his shirt off over his head. He drops it to the floor of his bedroom before heading down the hallway to let you in.

Jungkook swings the door wide and leans one arm on the frame as he takes you in. You’re standing on his stoop, arms crossed angrily over your pink crop top, belly button piercing glinting in the porch light. He smiles fondly, remembering the summer you got it done, the way you squeezed his hand so tight when the needle went through that he nearly lost feeling.

It was nice then, the way you acted like you really needed him. You used to be so sweet. He wonders when that changed.

It’s been too long. “Hi, jagi,” he says, and it comes out softer than he would’ve liked. It makes him sound weak.

“Fuck off. Answering the fucking door shirtless. You did that on purpose.” You roll your eyes as you brush past him to walk inside.

He turns sideways, purposefully taking up most of the doorway so you have to squeeze through, and when you do, his fingers hook in the belt-loops of your jeans to pull you closer.

“Just like you wore these?” There’s no way you don’t know what those white low-rise jeans do to him. Jungkook always tells you they make your ass look so fat, and even though you complain every time, he means it as an honest compliment.

Clearly still trying to act pissed off, you pop your gum at him, but he knows better than to believe that you’re really mad. If you were, you wouldn’t have come here. And you certainly wouldn’t be looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up like that, moving so close that he can feel the heat of your breath ghosting over him.

“Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?” You purr, like you don’t already know the answer.

Jungkook’s lips find yours at the same time his hands slide around your hips, fingers sinking into the denim stretched tight over your ass. You squeak a little at how hard he grabs, and he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue into your mouth, deftly retrieving the wad of gum from between your teeth. He pulls back with a cocky grin and spits it halfway across the yard.

“How about you come inside and find out?”

“Jesus.” You make a face when you step in first, leaving your Gucci flip flops in the front hall, and Jungkook turns back to shut the door behind him as he follows you. “You guys trashed this fuckin’ place.”

He frowns at your utter disregard for his cleaning efforts, but he follows your gaze and, well, you’re not wrong. He probably could’ve done something about all the half-empty liquor bottles, the overflowing ashtrays, the sink full of dishes. But right now he really doesn’t give a shit.

Jungkook closes the distance between you again, arms slipping around your waist from behind, head ducking down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck, to make you squirm the way he likes. “This is the bachelor life. We need a woman’s touch,” he murmurs against your skin, and you scoff a laugh.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook protests. He pauses to suck a mark into your skin, only stopping when he manages to coax a soft whimper out of you. “Why don’t you and I get a place together next summer? I’ll tell Jimin and Tae they’re on their own.”

You hum softly, in the way that tells him you want that, too. But you’re still playing coy, even as your hands slide over his arms locked tight around you. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Maybe I should do some convincing,” Jungkook’s lips brush over the shell of your ear, and you wriggle out of his grasp, crossing into the living room and tossing your purse on the couch before dropping down unceremoniously next to it.

The wild animal feeling hasn’t dissipated— when he follows after you, Jungkook can’t help but feel like a predator stalking his prey.

It’s probably fucked up, but he likes the chase.

Leaning back on your hands, you gaze up at him, jeans sunk low enough for Jungkook to see the pink straps of your thong that peek out over the curve of your hip. The visual makes his own pants start to feel tight.

You tilt your head expectantly. “I’m listening.”

“I wasn’t gonna talk,” he admits with a smirk, standing over you, one leg teasing your thighs apart.

You reach forward to trail a hand down the defined lines of his stomach— the gym has been good to him this summer— and blink your long lashes innocently. “Will you at least use your mouth?”

“Well, now I know what you came over for,” Jungkook growls. His hands drop to brace on the back of the couch behind you, arm muscles flexing as he cages you in, and he leans down to capture you in a heady kiss. He missed it all: the way you smell, how soft your lips are, the way you still taste like spearmint. Your needy little noises when he licks his tongue into your mouth and the way you suck so diligently on it. You’re always so good for him, always so pretty when you come back.

“Take your pants off, jagi,” he breathes into your mouth, shifting to grip your neck with one hand as he kisses you again. He can feel a soft whine in your throat under his palm when you do as you’re told.

Jungkook pulls back once your jeans are kicked all the way off, knees digging into the carpet as he settles between your legs. His biceps wrap under your thighs and he tugs your bare ass to the edge of the couch, pausing to slip a finger under the thin string of your thong and gently snap it against your skin.

You spread your legs wider for him, leaning back against the cushion. “Don’t tease,” you huff. The desperation in your voice just turns him on more.

“Impatient,” Jungkook notes with a smirk. “And I haven’t even told you what I want yet.”

“What you want?” Your attempt at sass is undercut by the moan Jungkook works out of you when he sucks another hickey into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He pulls back with a final lick over the mark that sends a shiver rippling through you, makes your nipples stiffen against the thin fabric of your crop top and your hips tilt up instinctively for more.

His eyes find yours again. “Let’s make a movie.”

“Kookie,” you whine, and Jungkook cups a hand over the front of your panties, rubbing circles into the thin material, then gently squeezing your pussy lips together to help argue his case. He can feel the muscles in your thighs twitch in response— always so sensitive.

“Come on,” he murmurs, pushy. “I know you have that camera in your bag.” You take your Sony digital camera with you everywhere, like it’s a third limb, like you believe nothing really happens unless it’s documented on Facebook.

Jungkook reaches for the strap of your Coach purse and drops it between your spread thighs. “I want you to film me while I go down on you. That way you can watch it back when you need to remember why you keep me around.” He punctuates the request with a wink, because he knows you can’t say no to him. That fact is made evident by how quickly you dig in to retrieve the little pink camera before tossing your bag aside again.

“I don’t watch porn, Kookie,” you scoff, already turning it on and fiddling with the settings. “I’m not nasty like you.”

“You’ll watch this one,” Jungkook corrects, hands pressing on your thighs to encourage them to spread further. Your skin is smooth and warm under his touch as he slides his fingertips back up to the line of your panties. “Now shhh. The only thing I wanna hear talk is this pussy.”

When the telltale beep indicates you’ve started recording, Jungkook stares pointedly into the camera with a cocky smirk. “Missed you, jagi,” he says, both to the you on the other side of the camera and the you who will watch this in the future, when you inevitably get mad about some dumb shit and break up with him again. As if you could ever really stay away.

His eye contact doesn’t falter as he licks a long, slow stripe up the front of your panties, taking his time, tongue laid flat to fully soak through the fabric. When he leans back, one hand snakes between your thighs to tug the damp material to the side, tattooed fingers pressing into a V to spread your folds apart. It always makes you squirm, but he loves to admire you like this. He’s not ashamed to like pussy.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, reaching the hand that isn’t parting your pussy lips up to beckon for the camera. “Let me film. Won’t get your face in it.”

You hand it over silently, clearly already too turned on to make a big show of protesting. Jungkook turns the lens on your pussy, holds it up close as he traces two fingers over your folds, keeping the pressure light enough that you squirm and flutter cutely beneath it.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs when he teases his touch down to your entrance. There’s already enough slickness there to earn him an audible wet noise as he goes, his pattern a slow, lazy circle. He presses a finger in just to drag it back out, and a thin, glossy string of arousal comes with it. “Your pussy loves me too much. That’s why you can’t stay mad.”

Jungkook paints the wetness he pulled out of you up to stroke over the hood of your clit, and it’s enough to edge your breathing with shy sounds. You bring your palm up to your mouth, clearly trying to keep quiet, and it only encourages him to dip back in for more. He uses two fingers this time, slipping past your entrance into the tight velvet heat of your cunt, always so warm and willing for him.

You sigh at the loss when he pulls back, more arousal drooling out of you to chase after his fingers. Jungkook loves to play with you like this: you squeak when he squishes the whole of your cunt up in his hand, reveling in the noise of your slick folds pressing together, in the way your pussy’s gone needy for him. All swollen and puffy, all soft, dripping juice like ripe fruit.

He works up some saliva in his mouth and lets it dribble down over your slit between his fingers, then follows it with another pass of his tongue.

“Oh my fucking god,” you whimper.

“You know I’ll always treat it right, jagiya.” Jungkook purrs, releasing his grip on your pussy lips to pinch at your clit while he passes the camera back. “But let me show you in case you forget.”

He firmly tugs your panties down your thighs and leaves them to dangle off one ankle before guiding your legs to hook over his shoulders. After a final glance up to make sure you’re still filming, he leans in to properly trace his tongue through your slick folds, lapping at the arousal pooled at your entrance while his thumb brushes over your clit to work up more.

Jungkook’s brows pinch together and he grunts in appreciation of your taste, thick and familiar; he’s gone too long without it. He’s eating properly now, alternating between dragging his tongue flat and flicking it gently over your clit in the way that makes you gasp and shove your hips up towards his mouth, rough and wild, no good-girl pretense left in you.

His arm locks across your stomach to keep you where he wants you, and he pulls back with a smack of his lips and a cheeky smile for the camera.

“Relax. I’ve got you.”

This is the part he loves: when you start to come undone, worked up enough to be responsive to every little touch. Jungkook licks broad, showy stripes up to your clit, eyes fixed on you through the lens, enjoying the way your soft sighs blossom into full-out moans, matching pace to the steady rhythm of his tongue.

“Kookie,” you groan, “nnh, fuck— f-feels so good.”

He hums a laugh against your folds, and the vibrations make you cry out so he does it some more, lips closing to suck firmly at your clit while his mouth buzzes sweet, low notes around it. You arch up beneath him and your moan scrapes rough against the back of your throat, desperate.

It was a stroke of genius to have you film it, Jungkook thinks absentmindedly to himself. Documented proof that nobody else could ever do you this good.

“Fuck.” Your voice brings him back to attention as he continues to pulse suction against your clit, tongue fluttering out again to lap at the sensitive bud. The sounds you make are slightly muffled by the manicured hand you’ve clapped over your mouth, but you’re so loud now that he can still hear every word. “Oh god, Kookie— I-I’m gonna come, oh fuck, ohhhh—”

Your hips tilt up as your orgasm overtakes you and he shoves them back down, practically growling as he forces you to stay there and take it. He can feel your legs shake, the way your bare heels kick listlessly against his back as he sucks and licks you through the peak of your climax. Your pussy throbs in his mouth and drips down his chin like honey, with a taste so good he doesn’t want to stop.

“God fucking dammit,” you moan, and he keeps going until you bring one foot up to press into his shoulder to push him away. “Kookie, p-please, it’s too much.”

With a final swipe of his tongue, Jungkook pulls back, wiping at his chin with one hand. “You’re sensitive, jagi, I know.”

But there’s a reason you haven’t stopped filming, and it’s one you both know well. It was back when you first started dating, when you could never keep your clothes on around each other and barely left his room, that Jungkook learned your body expertly enough to figure it out: after you come once, your pussy gets so sensitive that he can easily work you up to a second orgasm, even from just the curl of his fingers against your g-spot.

He hopes no one else will ever get the chance to know you like this.

You barely manage to stifle another sob and almost drop the camera when he slips two fingers into your cunt, pressing to the hilt to feel how swollen-tender you are inside. Your walls squeeze so tight around him that his cock twitches in his pants with jealousy.

Sliding one of your legs off his shoulder, he presses your thigh firmly into the couch and groans a little at the way you spread wide for him, glossed folds all flushed and pretty. It gives him a head rush to watch his hand work you open, to see the thick white cream of your arousal paint his fingers each time he pulls back just to thrust in again.

You’re wet enough now that the sound is obscene, a juicy squelch every time he fucks into you, and Jungkook can’t help but smile. He glances up. “You’re dripping on my couch, jagiya.”

You can only whimper in response.

“You want to come again?”

You nod desperately until you manage to find the word. “Please.”

“Anything for you.” Jungkook winks for the camera as he starts to flex his fingers to pet over the ridges of your front wall. You keen as he puts more weight into his strokes, your free hand reaching to cling to him and dig your nails into his bicep. He’s too keyed up to feel it, can’t focus on anything that isn’t your pussy squeezing him like a fucking vice grip, tight and hot and soft inside.

You’re past the point of being able to talk, reduced to breathless moans— “ah, ah, nnh”— because Jungkook knows exactly what to do to take you apart all over again.

This time he makes no move to stop you when your hips buck up. Instead he lets you let go, lets you fuck yourself on his hand, fluttering around his fingers and trembling all over as you start to come.

Jungkook goes a little slack-jawed watching you and momentarily forgets about the video, looking over the camera to see the expression on your face as he works you through your second peak. He loves the way you grip tight to him with your nails and your pussy, like he’s special, like you need him.

Your knees reflexively pull towards each other as your cunt-pulses slow and you finally start to come down, thighs clamping in around Jungkook’s wrist to still the motions of his hand. When he hears the whir of the camera shutter retracting and sees you toss it aside on the couch, he finally relents. You open yourself up enough that he can slip his fingers out to suck the excess off.

“What the fuck,” you finally manage as you collapse against the couch cushions, sounding beyond dazed.

Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his smug smirk, and gets to his feet. As he watches your head tip back and your eyes flutter closed, he can’t help but wonder if you got what you came for. If this is the last he’ll see of you until god knows when.

Fuck that. He’s not letting you go that easy.

In one swift move Jungkook leans forward, slipping an arm between your back and the couch and sweeping the other under your knees. He tosses you over his shoulder— completely naked from the waist down— like it’s nothing at all, delivering a swift slap to your ass with the hand that isn’t wrapped around your hips.

“Kookie!” You try to sound mad but the laugh that bubbles up gives it away. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Come on,” Jungkook replies as he carries you across the living room, impervious to the way your hands claw at his back. “It’s a perfect night for the hot tub.”

“I didn’t bring a fucking bikini,” you sputter, feet kicking softly in the air. “Put me down.”

“That’s okay,” he reassures you as his free hand easily slides the back door open and he takes you over the threshold. “Tae and Jimin won’t be back for a while. It’s just us.”

Tae and Jimin have also already seen you naked… probably dozens of times at this point, if Jungkook had to estimate, but he doesn’t mention that part. Not when he’s trying to get his girl back.

Instead he crosses the yard to set you down on the hot tub deck, your legs dangling over the side, and makes quick work of stripping out of his jeans and boxers, half-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. He hopes it might give you some incentive to stay a little longer.

When he turns back to face you, your bottom lip is jutting out in a bratty little pout as your feet swing aimlessly off the deck. It makes him want to fucking ruin you.

Jungkook steps forward to close the distance, thumb running down your mouth to pet over your lip. “Put this back in your mouth and take your top off, jagi.” His voice is low, his mouth ghosting over yours.

Your bare foot knocks into his shin, but it only hurts a little. “Make me.”

He can’t help but smirk at your attitude. It’s cute. He likes you feisty. “That’s a lot of sass for someone who was just screaming my name.”

You smack a hand against his chest with a play-scowl. “Shut up.”

He sweeps your arms behind your back before you can do it again, easily enclosing both of your wrists in one of his hands. “Why are you always so mean to me, huh?”

“Oh, I’m mean?” You look like you’re going to say more, but he pushes your crop top up with his free hand and watches the way it makes you shiver, your nipples tightening in the cool night air.

“You are,” Jungkook says softly. “And I’m just trying to love you.”

The same hand cups one of your breasts, and he ducks down to suck the stiff peak of it into his mouth, enjoying the airy little moan he coaxes out of you and the way you arch up into him. His grip on your wrists doesn’t falter as he pulls off, switching to roll your other nipple under the pad of his thumb.

“You should get these pierced,” he remarks, gaze shifting between your tits as he imagines silver barbells studded through the buds of them. “I’ll get one too. We can go together. Next summer.” His eyes find yours in time to watch your expression soften, just barely. It’s enough.

“Yeah, sure,” you deadpan, wiggling a little in his grasp. “Until you decide to stick your dick in some strange and fuck everything up again.”

Jungkook sighs. You’re fucking relentless. “I don’t want to talk about that. Can’t it just be us?”

Your reaction isn’t what he expects: he’s surprised to see the fight go out of you, to see how defeated you look as you lean in and press your forehead against his chest. Even your wrists go slack in his hand, and he releases his grip.

“That’s what I’m saying, Kookie,” you murmur. “That’s all I want.”

Jungkook’s fingers sweep under the line of your jaw. “I know.”

He tilts your head up for a kiss, and your hands come to cup his face, as if to pull him closer— to hold him in place so he can’t run away.

It’s the way it always is: he’s not going to promise he’ll change, and he knows you’re not dumb enough to ask him to. He can’t be anything but what he is, but he can hope you’ll love him anyway.

Your thumb strokes over Jungkook’s cheek as he pulls back, and he smiles a little. “Will you please get in the hot tub?”

Jungkook settles into the water first, sighing dramatically loud at the welcome warmth, and you giggle as you peel your top off before following after. When you slip in politely across from him, he grabs you by the ankle with a growl, and you don’t fight as he pulls you close again.

His hands guide your thighs apart to straddle him, so your knees rest on either side of the ledge he’s seated on. Between the heat of the water and your body on top of him, he’s dizzyingly hard in seconds.

The two of you make out like teenagers, more tongue than anything else, doing your best to hump and grind against each other despite the water slightly inhibiting your motions. Jungkook can’t stop touching your tits, obsessed with the weight of them in his hands. His fingers pinch and tug at your nipples to make you whine into his open mouth again and again, and his cock twitches in response every time.

“K-Kookie,” you finally manage to groan, nails dragging down his back as he presses sloppy kisses, all tongue and teeth, to the slope of your neck. “Need it, please. Your cock.”

His mouth finds yours again, and he bites down on your bottom lip with a smile before pulling back to answer. “You’ll get it, jagi. Wanna try something first.”

You whine a little and he gives a teasing pinch to your inner thigh, shifting you off his lap so he can stand up.

“Come here.”

Jungkook’s hands slide to your waist when you get to your feet, and the added weightlessness from the water makes it even easier for him to move you where he wants you. He guides you to spin so your back is flush with his chest, then encourages you to kneel on the ledge again, pushing your legs further apart.

“Can you stay like this for me?” He murmurs in your ear. You look up at him over your shoulder with wide, shining eyes, reflecting back the blue glow of the mood lights filtered through the water, and you nod.

As he ducks down to kiss you, Jungkook’s hand fumbles blindly against the edge of the tub until he finds the button he’s looking for. When he presses it once, the jets roar to life, including the one positioned right between your spread thighs.

You gasp into his mouth, and Jungkook wraps his arms tight around you to keep you in place, letting you collapse back into him as the jet pulses onto your pussy. “Oh my god, oh fuck, Kookie.”

“Feels good?” He murmurs in your ear, and you can only whimper and nod, hips circling against the stream of water, stimulated past the point of coherency. Your eyes practically roll back in your head. “Yeah, you look good like this.”

Jungkook can’t help himself now— his cock aches from lack of attention, and he starts to grind into you from behind, rutting himself against the small of your back, the curve of your ass. His hands grab at the soft skin of your thighs for leverage, and he can feel the way you’re shaking, already close, your breathing going ragged.

“K-Kookie—” you whimper. “I’m— fuck, g-gonna—”

“Want you to come for me,” he groans, tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear. “Come for me like this so I can fuck another one out of you.”

Your arms scramble back behind you for something to keep you grounded, nails scratching and digging into Jungkook’s shoulders as your orgasm starts to crest.

He keeps rocking his hips into you, which only serves to move you closer to the jet and make the pressure that much stronger. You’re moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and Jungkook has to grip your hips to keep them still as you come fast and hard, shaking apart in his arms.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Jungkook talks you through it, petting broad strokes down your thighs that make you jolt under his touch. “How was that, jagiya?”

“Fuuuuuck.” Your answer is a soft whine, and he can feel the aftershocks still rolling through your body. You shift to pull your thighs together, shivering all-over, and Jungkook releases his grip on them, hands moving up to squeeze at your tits while you recover. He can feel the way your heart is racing beneath his palm.

Your eyes slowly blink open, heavy-lidded, and you start to untangle your arms from around Jungkook’s shoulders. His back stings a little— he’s sure he’ll have pretty pink scratch marks to remember you by.

He presses a kiss to your temple, chaste in spite of how fucking hard and horny he is. “Love you. Stand up for me?”

Your legs are still shaking, so Jungkook helps haul you to your feet. Taehyung is always telling him he shouldn’t actually be penetrating girls in the water, something about vaginal health, so he has you bend at the waist to lean over the edge of the hot tub. The arch in your back when you press your ass up towards him makes his cock start to leak against his stomach.

Your head lolls forward to drop down on your forearms, and he laughs a little at how fucked out you already are as he gives your ass a firm slap. “Stay just like that. Face down ass up.”

You wait patiently as he climbs out of the water to search the deck. It only takes a few seconds for him to spot what he’s looking for: the bottle of lube Jimin’s always leaving out “just in case”. Jungkook makes a mental note to buy him a thank-you shot.

“God damn,” he murmurs appreciatively when he returns to you, rubbing three fingers slicked in thick silicone lube along your puffed-up slit before pushing them into the velvet heat of your pussy. “Wanna come in you so bad.”

“Please, Kookie,” you whimper.

Jungkook withdraws his hand to squirt more lube into his palm and fist it over his length, hissing a little at the sensation and the squelching noise his hand makes when he fucks into it. Tossing the bottle over the edge, his hands come to frame your hips, and he can’t help but moan as he starts to grind the head of his dick against your folds. “Fuck.”

You push your hips back on him, all wrecked and needy, your voice wrung-out. “Fuck me, Kookie, please— wanna take your cock, wanna feel it.”

It’s so hot when you beg for him. With another soft noise, Jungkook lines himself up to your entrance and gives you what you need: the whole of his thick cock sliding into your grip-tight pussy, slow for the delicious stretch of it, so you can feel every inch until he’s pressed in to the hilt.

It feels the way it always does. You were made to fit together.

You whine into the crook of your elbow, your walls already fluttering, split open and filled up and so sensitive. Jungkook leans forward, hands bracing the edge of the tub on either side of you, until his chest is flush with your back and the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot.

“Oh shit, right there, Kookie,” you gasp, like he doesn’t already know.

Jungkook grunts, nipping at the skin of your shoulder, and he starts to grind his hips against you, rubbing his cock into your g-spot over and over, until your legs threaten to give out.

Your pussy feels so good, the little moans you’re making in time with his motions are so pretty, it’s like he can’t get enough of you. He brings a hand up to run over every inch of your skin he can reach, all of it smooth and gorgeous under his fingertips— he really can’t stop touching you.

Maybe those bumps he did back at the bar were molly, he thinks absentmindedly.

“So fucking sexy,” he groans as he strokes a little harder, hips rolling fluidly. “So fucking beautiful.”

“F-fuck, Kookie,” you whimper, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts, and you let out a choked moan when he starts to pound more firmly in response. “Ah, fuck— don’t fucking stop, oh god—”

Jungkook hooks his arm across your chest, and his hand gripped tight to your shoulder gives him more leverage to hit deeper. Being squeezed so close by your walls is nearly overwhelming, your pussy all hot and wet inside, it’s like he can barely fit. “God, you’re so fucking tight, jagi.”

“F-feels so guh— good, nnh,” you can hardly get the words out, and Jungkook can feel the way your whole body is starting to shake.

He can’t stop himself now, not when it’s this good. “Missed you so much, jagiya. Wanna marry you, wanna put a baby in you.” His cock twitches hard, enough that you whimper a little, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“Come with me, jagi,” he grunts. “I want to feel you come again.”

“C-can’t,” you gasp, but he knows you can, can tell by the way you’re gripping around him that you’re already close.

The clapping of skin on skin echoes out as Jungkook fucks deliberately into your g-spot, no longer holding back, and you cling to the edge of the tub for dear life as your muscles start to contract. “Oh fuck, Kookie, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I—”

With a loud cry, you collapse forward, knees nearly buckling as your orgasm hits you. Jungkook is helpless to the way your pussy pulses around him, like it was made to milk his cock. He tips his head back with a throaty groan as he comes with you, comes for what feels like an eternity, thick white ropes spilling into your cunt with every dick-twitch of his orgasm.

“Oh my god,” he groans, working the last of it out with a few shallow strokes, his breathing harsh and ragged. “So fucking good.”

You whimper softly with your head dropped down into your arms, your pussy still shuddering around him.

Jungkook squeezes at the curve of your ass as he pulls out with a hiss of oversensitivity. Deciding not to bother with the mess running down your thighs, he takes a second to catch his breath, then climbs over the edge of the hot tub, wiping absentmindedly at the beads of sweat dotting his temples.

You’re clearly too fucked out to walk now, so he scoops you up to carry you across the deck and back inside through the open sliding door, bridal-style this time, cradled in his arms. He smiles at the way you’re still trembling a little, your face now buried in his chest.

He deposits you onto the couch, then stretches out next to you to prop up on one arm, admiring how your hair fans out beneath you as you curl into him with a small sigh.

It takes you a while to come to, lashes fluttering prettily over your cheeks, and when your eyes finally blink open, you sit up rather abruptly.

Jungkook brings a hand to your low back to rub gentle circles. “Hi, jagi.”

There’s a look on your face, like you’ve just realized where you are.

“Fuck, I should go,” you murmur, looking around until your gaze lands on your purse. You lean over to retrieve it and dig through the contents until you finally find your phone and slide it open. “My roommate is gonna figure it out if I don’t come back, and she’ll fucking kill me.”

“Stay with me,” Jungkook says softly.

“No, Jungkook,” you snap, and he can tell by the way you’ve dropped the nickname that he’s lost you for the night. “I shouldn’t have even fucking come here.”

He should probably take this more seriously, but he can’t help his instinctive reaction, or the smirk that pulls up the corner of his mouth. “But you did come. Four times, if my memory is correct.”

“Fuck off,” you grunt, already up and starting to pull on your clothes that are scattered across the floor of the living room. You briefly disappear outside to retrieve your shirt.

“Does this mean we’re not back together?” Jungkook tries when you slip in the door again.

You shoot him a look he’s all-too-familiar with. “Not at all.”

“Will you at least unblock me on Facebook?” He asks sweetly, and it’s a joke, but he can see from the way you roll your eyes that you’re clearly too pissed off to have any more fun tonight.

“Facebook?! That’s seriously what you care about right now?! You are so fucking shallow, Jungkook.” You grab your purse in a huff and storm off down the hallway.

Jungkook knows he should get up and fight for you, at the very least stop being horizontal on the couch— but honestly, he’s fucking tired. That’s the thing about your hot and cold shit: he knows you’ll be back eventually, whether he makes any effort right now or not. And it’s so much easier not to.

So he says nothing, hands folded behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling, and waits until he finally hears the front door slam behind you.

Whatever, he thinks to himself with a heavy exhale.

After a minute, he gets up and heads into the bathroom, turning the shower on extra-hot. It’s still early. He can rinse off, get dressed, go see what Tae and Jimin are up to. Maybe he can jump on a grenade for one of them and take his mind off things for a bit.

He unlocks his iPod, docked on the speaker he keeps on the bathroom shelf— can’t shower without a good playlist— and spins the wheel until he gets to one of his favorites, simply titled fuck bitches. The opening 808s of Kanye West kick on like a heartbeat as Jungkook steps under the spray of the shower-head.

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grapejuicestyless · 6 months

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i have been loving the song big black car by Gregory Alan Isakov lately and was wondering if you could write something based on it? maybe Conrad … maybe harry? this song reminds me of autumn and blurry scenes out of train windows and i would love to see what you could do with it xxx fluff or angst, whatever best suits your mood at the time ⭐️🧚🏻🫂 sending you loooots of love! thank you!!!! <3

Big Black Car

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Summery: “Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car.” She laughed, pointing at the empty streets. Stepping in the puddles, I watch our reflection bend. She sticks out her tongue, but I can only frown. I understand now that no matter how this ends she will forever haunt me. I’ll see her smile in the rain and hear her voice in the breeze. She was a phonograph, I was a kid. She was everything, and yet nothing.

ANGST

(I might write an alternate version thats fluffy lmk if thats something you would want <3)

I rode in red train cars with the patterned seats from the nineties. I read the novels my friends recommend me and I bit at my nails until they bleed. I leave red stains from my lipstick on my skin when I pull away, and I admire the leaves that stick to the cement.

I don’t mind the chill or the way my nose burns in the late November air. It reminds me of the holidays, big sweaters and sweet n’ low sugar in dirty coffee cups. I don’t complain about the dirt on my shoes or the wetness on the bottom of my jeans. I don’t care about how wild my hair is or how my smile is crooked and my freckles are scattered.

The world is spinning, round and round like a carousel. What would I be if I were to stop and complain. To sit still on a world made for dancing, a world that gifts us the chance to take it all in just once.

So I don’t mind that I had to ride hours in a train to get to Boston. And I don’t care how he doesn’t wait for me on the platform like I would’ve. After all we are only gifted our place on this earth once. I’ve learned to hold no grudges, have no anger. I remember that I am not the only one living this life for the first time.

The red of their front door is the same red of my nails. The same red of my lips, the same flush of my nose and the red of my scarf. The color maroon reminds me of the fall, of the traditions and the cinnamon. Chai and tights and boots and fairy lights.

When the door opens, it’s Susannah who opens it. Her blonde hair is shorter and she has more wrinkles. The same smile lines she used to pull back and the creases between her eyebrows she used to complain about. There was nothing to complain about. Why would anyone ever be ashamed of the tattoos of their happiness. How beautifully they age. So I tell her she looks beautiful every chance I get. And I don’t say it just because I want to make her feel good, but because I mean it, and I hope she can see it too.

“Y/n, come in, come in!” She ushers me inside of the house, and her hands rub along my arms like I’d been waiting for hours in the baron winter. Then again, she’s more ill than I would ever be. She believes it’s colder than it truly is.

Unwrapping my scarf, I hang it on the banister. I leave my shoes by the door on the mat right below where my jacket hangs off the hook.

“Wheres Conrad?” I cant help but ask, running my fingers through each other repeatedly. The cold nipped at my fingertips and the wind blew harshly into my face, but it was autumn finally and I was in Boston. So who could complain?

“He’ll be down soon. Just finishing up some cleaning. You know how messy he is.” She smiles as she leaves, tending to the kitchen, making mashed potatoes and some main dish that smells like spices and butter.

The door at the end of the hall at the top of the stairs creaks, and heavy footsteps follow. There he is, I can breathe. I can breathe and I do, because the air is so much fresher when it’s the same air I get to share with my Conrad.

His hair is darker blonde than it was in the summer, and his sweater clings to his body perfectly. He looks so soft and cozy. It’s the same shade of maroon as my scarf and my nails and my nose and my lips. He’s smiling, faintly but I can see it. Right underneath the dark circles of his eyes, under his button nose. He’s just as charming as I remember.

“Con.” She breathed. She breathed like it was her first deep breath in a long time.

She looked so beautiful. Someone straight from a magazine. I swore even the lights above her head bent so they could shine down just on her. Full of so much life, so much love. I couldn’t help but feel dull being so close to her. A Plain Jane standing next to the most gorgeous woman. A miracle beside I, someone who was simply holding his space.

Each step seemed to draw out longer, my resistance to give into the warmth she radiated. The kindness that seeped out of her. She was understanding, smart. That empathy of hers really was a gift. A gift I wish I had, because then maybe I wouldn’t be thinking the things I was right now. Maybe then I could be happy with what I had.

When my mom called for us a few moments later, I silently thanked god for sparing me from my thoughts. The thoughts of her red lips, red nails, red scarf and how we looked like we matched. How I wanted to rip the cotton from my skin to differentiate us. To separate us physically.

I picked at my food with my fork that night at dinner. Pushing around the turkey and chewing at my cheek. Like she knew something was wrong she grabbed my hand, holding it under her own. She didn’t force me to curl my fingers into hers, which I appreciated. She knew, of course she did. How something was wrong. It wasn’t like me to be so distant, so closed off. No, not to the girl who had run around the beaches with me in late July, flying kites and kicking over each other’s sandcastles in fake fury.

She pressed a kiss to my hand then, and I saw the slight stain of red on my skin. She laughs about it, but doesn’t rub it away. But the red burns my skin and the reminder of her being so close hurts my heart. I rub it away quickly, smiling softly to her and letting her hand go. She doesn’t really mind it, and if she did she doesn’t have time to frown about it. Jeremiah is already asking about her college friends and if any of them are single. It makes her laugh, but he was being serious. Which is probably why it was so funny to her.

I can tell by the way he pulls at his collar and sweats from his brow that he’s tense. I know him too well for him to hide from me. I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting to see him brush away the mark of my kiss on his hand, but the pain is dulled by his family and his soft smile assuring me he’s still down on earth right here beside me. It’s all my naive, young love sick brain could ever need from him, and I’m back on my feet.

He doesn’t hold me like he once did. Maybe the salt in the air had clouded his vision, maybe the sunlight made everything feel more genuine. Maybe thats why he once held me like it was his purpose. Like by not having me, he was killing himself. Maybe it was the changing seasons, or maybe it was his mother. But then again, he doesn’t talk much anymore anyways. At least, thats what Jeremiah says at dinner.

He complains how Conrad has no friends at school because he prefers to sit quietly in his dorm, the door only open because his roommate requested it to be so. How his mouth is never dry, he must have so much to say but never says it. His teasing turns sour when Conrad shrugs and mumbles something I don’t quite catch under his breath. I understand it to be something bitter, something rude from the way his eyebrows are furrowed and how Jeremiah’s smile drops. He tries to find his train of thought again, but the more jokes he tries to make towards his brother, hoping for that old banter, the more he is met with silence. Soon the fork is thrown to the plate and the brunette is gone into the backyard to talk with the neighborhood stray cat.

I clear my throat, understanding the discomfort coming from Susannah, the anger pouring from Jeremiah and the quiet coming from Conrad. All their faces are red, blushing in embarrassment. Red like Jeremiahs eyes right before he stormed off. It didn’t really make sense, how quickly it turned sour.

Susannah gathers the plates in her hands, uncaring about the way potatoes fall to the floor or how the carrots roll onto the table cloth. I ask her if she needs help, I beg her to let me but she shoos me away.

“It’s too nice out to be here with me in the kitchen. I’ve always found peace in the repetitive action of doing dishes.” She explains calmly, “This time of year is too short to spend inside. You kids go have fun.” She tries to persuade. And I’m not going to go, but Conrad puts his hand in mine for the first time all night, and his pull is so magnetic I don’t even care how I barely have time to slip on my jacket and my boots. I don’t care that my scarf still hangs from the banister or how i’m slightly thirsty.

It’s wet outside, the sky painted with a sunset so pure, it felt like Van Gogh had to have painted it himself. Last bits of sunlight shining through the tree branches and down onto the street. As soon as we’re far enough to never turn back, not run in to aid Susannah, he drops my hand.

I think it must be from the way his palms get clammy when they are warm enough, but he sets them in his pockets and pushes down. I wish he would talk more, I see why Jeremiahs teasing slowly became bitter. I wish I knew what to say to him.

Her eyes look everywhere but into mine. I can feel them. In my pockets, on my feet, in the sky, through the bushes and over the stone wall that fell with the rain next door. I can hear her breathing in the silence, see her smile with the passing puddles. And her footsteps in the mist that falls down gently.

“Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car.” She jokes, pointing at the empty streets. I watch a large van pass by, a single man with a frown behind the wheel. The jokes not that funny, is it even a joke? I’m not even sure. Maybe it was my silence, or my unwillingness to play nice. Maybe she was just making conversation.

Stepping in the puddles, I watch our reflection bend. She sticks out her tongue, but I can only frown. I understand now that no matter how this ends she will forever haunt me. I’ll see her smile in the rain and hear her voice in the breeze. She was a phonograph, I was a kid. She was everything, and yet nothing.

I’m thankful when I see the red door cracked open on my house. I’m thankful that my mother is asleep on the couch and my brother is distracted by the orange cat rolling on his back for stomach scratches. I’m thankful for my father’s absence and how quietly Y/n hangs her coat. I’m thankful I don’t have to make conversation and that the day is almost over. At least when I’m asleep, I have an excuse to ignore everyone.

My room feels like heaven. Carpet under my sock clad feet and the pillows bent in the way I slept. I’m ready to lay back and let the day melt into a faint memory. I’m ready to forget how I feel, and what I love.

The bed dips beside me when I lay down. I can hear the sigh leave her lips, conversation on the tip of her tongue. So I pull her back to my chest and hold her close.

“Con,” She mumbles quietly. I haven’t quite mastered the evening of my breathing. She knows I’m awake. “Why won’t you talk to me?” She asks, solemnly. Like my silence physically pains her.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” I don’t feel like talking. I can’t. Not now, I’m afraid it will all come out. I’ll spew out complements to cover my insecurities. How wonderful she is, a summer breeze passing through the darkest winters. The first break of sun after a long tireless night. And how I cannot compare, how I cannot have her because it’s not fair to keep the more deserving from her.

When she pulls away, the heater is not enough to warm my cold heart. When she frowns, my pillows aren’t comfortable enough to ease the pain in my heart.

Shes pacing the room, rubbing her temples. Her fingers leave little marks, changing the color of her skin slightly when she pulls too hard. It fades back into its warmth when he fingers fall to her sides.

“What do you want from me, Con?” Her voice shakes, but she does not shy away. She doesn’t run. She will fight with all she has, even if she trembles and cries. And she will speak until she has nothing left to say.

“I don’t know.” I admit shamefully, standing up, my long strides close the gap between us. I want to hold her in my arms and put her in my pocket forever. A photo would never be enough. A photo didn’t hum little melodies in the kitchen, a photo didn’t make stupid jokes and a photo didn’t have her laugh.

When my hands reach up to hold her, they settle on her face. I don’t know what to say, I can’t find the words. My lips stutter and only a squeak can get past my lips.

Her fingers meet my left hand, holding her hand gently on top of mine. But unlike at the dinner table, she interlocks our fingers and hold me there.

She presses another kiss to the palm of my hand, and like she had earlier, the red from her lips left a soft remnant of her lips. Staining the skin with a weak smudge. When she went to wipe it away, I flinched. Why did I flinch?

"No, don't." I pleaded softly. I watched her inch away.

"What are you playing at Conrad? One minute you hate me, the next you want me." I didn't hate her. I just didn’t know.

God, how could she think I hated her? All l ever wanted was her. I just loved her too much. I was drowning in her. Slowly killing myself.

"I don't know." I couldn't say much more, I couldn't even look at her anymore. This time, she drops my hand. And the red from her lips stings my skin like a bullet through my palm. But the tears in her eyes hurt much more than a loaded gun. I would have rather been shot through the ribs than see the way her eyes glossed over because of me. How her lips quivered and finally shut. She had no more back and forth to pursue. She had said everything she wanted to say. We had run our course, it seemed.

“Loose my number, Conrad.” And shes gone like the wind, out of the door in silence other than the shaking of the coat rack and the movement of her boots. I swear I hear Jeremiah come inside. He asks very softly where shes going. I imagine she’s smiling, holding his cheek like the good big sister she is to him. His role model that I so selfishly ripped away from him by breaking her heart. I wonder if they’ll keep in touch now that it’s over.

When the door shuts, I notice two things. One, Jeremiah is standing at the door, eyes wide and mouth open. He looks confused until he sees me, and the anger is surely possessing his body by now, but he doesn’t seem to want to move. His hand stuck to his cheek, covering the stain of red left behind on his cheek. The final kiss goodbye. I know then, he won’t hear from her that often anymore. At least, no right now.

Second, I notice the maroon scarf hanging on the banister. It’s soft and still smells like her perfume. I can smell it when I get too close. It’ll stay in our home, along with her jokes and the piece of her heart she left behind when her first love shattered her heart. Maybe it’s the look of guilt on my face, or the tears in my own eyes, but Jeremiah makes his way to me finally. And I expect a punch once he reaches the third step, but instead his arms wrap around my body and his head tucks into my shoulder.

He mumbles something about it being okay, but it’s muffled against the loud memories of her that I try to keep locked in my mind so that I never forget them. He says it more for himself than for me, and I understand that I’ve left not one heart in pieces, but three.

Leaving that house, I leave behind pieces of me I wish I never gave away. I leave behind the Pinterest boards of wedding dressing and flowers and rings in boxes. I leave behind our future dog’s name and the house we picked out in the summer, the future we dreamed about.

Suddenly the color maroon didn't remind me of autumn anymore. Not of the traditions and the cinnamon. Chai and tights and boots and fairy lights.

It reminds me of the blood I left on my fingers where I bit them. Of the blood pouring from my heart now that it's shattered. Of the train I'll be riding home far too soon. Of my favorite scarf, that still hangs from the banister. That still smells like his house. That I wonder if he will keep it or toss it.

I went tor a walk that next morning. The sun wasn't up yet, and the birds were long gone. Families snuggled inside of their homes. When I walked down the stairs, I let my fingers touch the cool wood of the banister to wake me. I let my hand rub over the soft scarf thats not mine, but hers. And I bring it to my nose to see if I can still smell her.

When I go for my walk I turn to the left every time until I'm almost back home. I've gone in big circles.

Everywhere yet no where. When I reach the street sign, a neighbor honks to me. He's at the stop sign, driving a big black car. I don't wave back. I'm far too shocked to move. The same sad man sitting in the car with his dog in the seat beside him and his aging mother curled up in the backseat. He doesn’t look so sad today. He looks indifferent, but not sad.

When he drives away I can't help but raise my arm. I point. "Heartbreak, drives a big black car." I joke. And only now do I find the joke funny. Only now that I'm hurting.

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sunflowersandsapphires · 27 days

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From Bright Light

When Skies Are Gray, Chapter 5

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pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

summary: Frank’s life has reached a crossroads: he can either continue to seclude himself and pursue a dark, lonely future, or he can open himself up to connecting with someone again and maybe achieve happiness. Being the grump that he is, Frank has already committed to the lonely path, but his curious new neighbor might just turn that around.

warnings: swearing (as always), very general descriptions of dissociation, Frank is clearly hurting and not handling things well, small descriptions of violence, last fluff chapter before angst

a/n: I am finally a few chapters ahead on both my WIPs! Hopefully I can start posting more regularly this spring/summer. As always, reblogs and comments fuel me!

w/c: 5.3k

Gritting his teeth as a rogue biker almost knocked him to the pavement, Frank ignored the man’s irritated screaming and stalked forward down the block. Despite the early hour of the morning and the lack of activity in the city, it seemed that the disgustingly high temperature had already put everyone in a mood. He certainly wasn’t a fan of the way the heat coated his skin and drew beads of sweat from his pores, soaking his freshly washed shirt all the way through before he even reached the cafe. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but stopping at your workplace for coffee had become his new normal. And, given his deteriorating mood this week, deviating from his routine was sure to ruin his day.

So he persisted. Yanking his beanie further down on his forehead and shoving his hands into his pockets, he stared straight ahead and soldiered through the remaining few minutes in the heat before clasping his hand around the handle on the glass door, pulling on it hastily—and nearly falling to the ground when the door didn’t budge. The smirking face of your coworker Leo appeared through the tinted glass shortly after.

“Sorry about that,” The kid apologized, shoving the door open for him and stepping aside. “We technically don’t open for another hour.”

Staring at him quizzically, Frank threw a thumb over his shoulder. “Shit, I can go, if ya want. I didn’t—“

“You kidding?” Leo gave him an incredulous look. “The princess would have my head if I turned her prince away. C’mon in. I’m sure she’s expecting you.”

Rolling his shoulders, the marine straightened his spine and set his jaw, expression stuck in an embarrassed grimace. Stepping over the threshold and into the bakery, the air around him seemed to suddenly grow colder, a shiver running down his back. Glancing upwards to find the offending vent, he frowned when his eyes met a stretch of blank ceiling. Your coworker's smug voice brought his eyes back down.

“She's in the kitchen, Pete.” Though the kid wasn't meeting his gaze, Frank had the sneaking suspicion that he was trying not to laugh.

Flushing, he gave a curt nod, stepping around the counter and into the back room. It wasn't his first time past the batwing doors, but the scene felt surprisingly intimate nonetheless. Through the maze of steel tables and rows of ingredients, he found you. You were perched on a stool in the back corner, away from the dingy windows that peeked out front. Your back was turned to him, displaying the lopsided bow cinched around the waist of your dress. Spine hunched, you were gesturing wildly with one of your hands, the other holding a phone to your ear as you spoke in a hushed voice.

As the kitchen doors whooshed shut, you looked up, eyes wide like a fawn's. Giving him a tiny wave and a strained smile, you spoke with a bit more clarity.

“I gotta go, mom. I'll see you soon. Ok, bye.” Making a big show of hanging up the phone and slipping it into your apron pocket, your smile widened, finally meeting your eyes as you exhaled forcefully. Standing from the stool, you traipsed over to him, skirt swishing around your calves.

“Hey Frankie! Sorry about that,” You wrinkled your nose at the mention of the call. Finally reaching him, you wound your arms around his waist. While he normally melted into your warmth, his nerves were still on edge after the interaction with Leo—his body stiffly returning the embrace but maintaining a small, emotional distance for his own sanity.

Withdrawing from him, you frowned, brows curving inward with confusion. “Is something wrong?”

Blinking as he tried to form a coherent thought from the symphony of anxieties screeching in his brain, he shook his head. “Nah. All good.”

Narrowing your eyes, you moved away skeptically, headed for the front of the shop. “Alrighty then. Let me start a pot of coffee and—”

“D'you usually open early for me?” He blurted out, face itching as it was overtaken by his furious blush.

Your expression remained bemused as you shrugged. “Depends on when you get here, I guess. Why?“

”You shoulda told me.“ He murmured, heart pounding as your face began to fall. What he meant to say was that he didn't mean to put you out. That he had no idea why he'd been blessed with someone who was sweet enough to open her shop an hour early every day for weeks just to make him a cup of coffee. That he felt like an idiot for thinking that you were just especially slow in the mornings and not even considering that he'd been receiving special treatment. That he felt awful for interrupting your morning preparations for almost a month now because he was a sorry sack of shit who couldn't handle being restless and alone in his own apartment, so he decided to bother you every morning instead.

But all that his exhausted and anxiety-ridden mind could come up with were those four words. And his throat was so tight with emotion that they sounded gruff and angry.

Watching you swallow roughly and avert your eyes, he ached to apologize, to correct himself, to wipe that horrible expression of hurt from your beautiful face—but he was cemented in place, awaiting your response.

”I'm sorry, Frank. I saw you out there weeks ago while I was baking and I let you in without thinking. After that, I just never corrected you. I didn't want you to feel bad. I'm sorry.“

As if you'd flipped a switch, the life returned to his body, his posture sagging as you apologized. The pained expression you wore shattered his cold heart, driving him to finally explain himself.

”Shit, no, don't be sorry, sunshine.“ He cursed, striding over to you and pulling you into a second embrace, a real one this time.

Sighing into his chest, your arms tightened instinctively around his waist as he kneaded a circle into your back with his palm. ”Are you mad?“

Resting his nose in your hair, his heart sank at the fear in your tone. ”Course not, honey. Next time I’m early, tell me to fuck off, ok?“

A few giggles burst out of you and you squeezed your arms around him one more time before pulling away. ”Not a chance, tough guy. Did you still want that coffee?”

“I mean, if it’s bein’ offered,” He shrugged, the barest hint of a smirk gracing his lips as you grinned and dashed out of the kitchen.

Grabbing a stool and yanking it across the floor, he set it next to the station you appeared to be working at. Straddling the metal seat, he studied the array of items strewn across the bench, trying to decide what you'd been working on before he arrived. Before he could decipher what half of the ingredients were, you'd returned with his coffee and a latte of your own.

Handing him the paper cup, your eyes crinkled as you smiled softly. “Here you are, sir. Your disgusting, unedited, hot black coffee.”

“Ya know, I don't think I'd get this much crap from the cafe down the street.” He scoffed, taking a sip of the scalding drink to hide his smile. “Maybe I oughta start goin' there instead.”

“That's always an option,” You shrugged, handing him a danish wrapped in thin brown paper. “But then you'd have to jump through those same hoops again to get free breakfast. Court the baristas, and all that. Whole lotta effort for someone who's already a fan favorite at another bakery.”

“Fan favorite, huh?” He tilted his head at you, poorly hiding his amusement with a raised brow.

“What can I say, Frankie? You've really grown on us. Even though you have shit taste in coffee.” You grimaced dramatically, eyes dancing with humor.

A laugh tumbled from his lips mindlessly. He shook his head before raising the danish. “Thank you. For the free breakfast.”

You responded with a clumsy curtsy. “Why, of course, sweetheart.”

“So,” Frank said around a mouthful of the danish, “What are you workin’ on?”

Beaming at him, you jumped up and down gleefully. “Eek! I’m so glad you asked. So—“

As you launched into an energetic dialogue about the myriad of new ingredients you were hoping to work with this week, Frank felt at ease. Somehow, your presence always seemed to have that effect, pushing away his negative thoughts and anxieties until he relaxed fully. You brought out a side of him that he’d locked away for years. Your voice was a soothing melody, washing over his head like ripples on a beach. The soldier inside him–that was constantly on high alert–was content turning away, resting while you were there to watch his back. Sighing deeply, he felt a smile creep across his face as you kneaded dough in front of him, narrating the process and answering his questions as they came.

But, of course, the divine bubble you’d created for him was destined to pop.

“Hey, lovebirds. We've got a line.” Striding right past you to the walk-in, your other coworker–Stacy–looked a bit exasperated with Frank’s presence, prompting him to blush sheepishly.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to distract ya, sunshine. I’ll head out.” Standing inelegantly, and nearly bowling his stool over in the process, Frank avoided your gaze as he started to exit.

“Oh no you don’t,” You scoffed, snatching him around the waist and burying your head against his chest. “You almost forgot your goodbye hug.”

Cradling your waist in his rough hands, he returned the embrace. “We couldn’t have that, could we?”

“Absolutely not.” You giggled, releasing him from your hold. “Have a wonderful day, Frankie. We still on for dinner tomorrow?”

“Sure, if you ain’t found better company.” He smirked at your resulting eye roll.

“There’s no such thing, sweetheart. I’ll see you then. Take care of yourself please.”

“You too, sunshine.” He gave a limp wave, ducking his head as he braved the rush of customers out front.

Curling his fingers tighter into their respective fists, Frank inhaled deeply as his fellow New Yorkers sped by him. The mass of bodies writhed along the city streets, blurring together as each person invaded his space, leaving as quickly as they came.

Frank pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth to keep from retching. The amount of time spent in close proximity to strangers, even in the short walk to the restaurant, was enough to make him physically nauseous. His skin itched, the sensation flaring as each individual nearly barreled into him.

The pinpricks of other people’s gazes dotted along his cheeks and neck, and he refrained from looking over his shoulder again to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Nostrils flaring he rounded the corner and marched down the sidewalk. His eyes were glued to the red awning attached to his destination. Just a hundred more yards. Eighty. Fifty.

As he closed in on the building, his breathing was rapid, his muscles tense with adrenaline. He gave a stiff nod to the man holding the door and slid past him, into the overly air-conditioned restaurant.

You’d warned him the place was uppity. A friend of a friend was the head chef, or something, and you wanted to support them during their grand opening.

He wasn’t in the mood to be well-mannered, or consciously think about what utensil he needed to use at any given moment. And he sure as shit wasn’t in the mood to be surrounded by drunk, wealthy people complaining about the quality of their meals that cost more than a month of rent in Queens. But you’d invited him. So he came.

He wasn’t dressed well enough. That much was made obvious by the look he got from the hostess as he stepped through the door. His dark jacket and worn jeans stood out like neon orange on a hunting trip. As he began stammering out his intentions to the uptight brunette, he heard your voice.

“Hey Frankie!” Smiling as always, you were quite dolled up. You were wearing an ankle-length dress that he’d never seen before, and it accentuated your figure in a way he was incapable of processing in his given state. Your lips were coated in a shade of gloss darker than you normally wore, your hair styled and jewelry immaculately placed. He let his eyes roam fully over you before catching himself.

“Shit. Sorry, honey. Hi.” He greeted, lamely. “You, uh, you look…good. Real good, sunshine.”

Giggling, you looked at the ground bashfully. “Thank you, sweetheart. I wasn’t quite sure what to wear, to be honest.”

“Me either.” He huffed, looking down at his clothes with a frown.

“Well, I think you look very handsome, Frank.” You chuckled, beaming at him.

“I’m under-dressed, I—“

“Hey,” You rested a hand on his shoulder, halting his words. “I think you’re perfectly dressed, ok? Don’t worry.”

Narrowing your eyes slightly, you studied his face. He could feel you reading him, flipping through his metaphorical pages as you searched for the answer to your question.

“Frankie, are you sure you want to have dinner here? I know you had a long day, and—“

Frank scratched the back of his neck. Long was an understatement. The universe, ever determined to undermine the progress he made, had apparently decided he'd had enough peace for the month. Sleep, which had finally been coming easier for once in his sorry life, was once again escaping him. Night after night he jolted awake as the sounds of his wife's screams echoed in his ears.

Usually, his nightmares included his children too. Their disfigured bodies riddled with gore, haunting him well into his waking hours. Recently, his dreams consisted of Maria and Maria alone. Her manicured nails clawing at his chest as she choked on her own blood. Screaming for him, and sometimes at him. Because he didn't save her. He could never save her.

The disturbing imagery had compelled him to stay out of the house more often than usual, taking out his building rage on the cement and drywall of his team's current construction site. He was averaging a 12 hour work day in the hope that wearing himself out physically would force his mind to tumble into a dreamless sleep. It had yet to do anything more than accost his aging body with pain, add to the tab he was racking up at the dog boarding place currently watching Max, and make him almost late for his dinner with you.

Brushing off your concern with a shrug, he shifted his weight from foot to foot. ”'M alright, sunshine. Too hungry to turn back now.“

You smiled at his joke, leaving the space between you open for him to follow as you turned to move.

Petrified by the various stimuli his brain was trying to process, he didn’t tread after you. Giving him a once over as you stepped back, you gently pried one of his hands from his pockets, tugging him out of the doorway and towards a table in the back corner.

It was away from the windows and within sight of two exits, settling his uneasy nerves a bit. The restaurant was filling up as the minutes ticked by, but the tables were spaced far enough apart that Frank could continue to breathe. As he focused on your hand in his, and the way your eyes shone in the flickering candlelight, he could feel his stiff muscles slackening. Your soft thumb drew a line across his knuckles as you slid into the chair across from him.

“Say the word and we’ll bail.” Your expression was adorably serious, bottom lip protruding with concern.

“I ain’t bailin’, honey.” Frank forced a chuckle, biting back a sigh as you took his other hand across the table. “Did ya have a good day?”

Face brightening, you nodded as your smile wormed its way back onto your face. Launching into a story about a squirrel you’d saved from a busy street that morning, Frank found himself being lulled into a state of half-consciousness. Internally, his soldier instincts and logic battled fiercely, apparently too viciously for his brain to handle. After moving a mile a minute for hours, his mind had short-circuited when presented with safety.

He wanted to lean into the comfort you always provided.

To indulge in the stillness and feel content.

To stop. Fucking. Fighting.

To find a new home.

“Frankie, you ok?” Your soft question brought him back to reality.

Eyes flicking to meet yours, he tried to speak, the words catching in his tight throat. Coughing around the emotion clogging his esophagus, he nodded. “Fine. Why?”

Tilting your head, you raised one eyebrow at him. “You just seem...” You waved a hand around his face as if that would clear everything up.

“Sorry, sunshine.”

“Don't be. Did you want me to be quiet, or..?”

Shaking his head frantically, he squeezed his hand around your fingers. “No. Keep goin', honey. I like listenin' to ya.”

Biting your bottom lip, you looked at the table with a pleased hum. “Ok, well, you know our neighbor in 213B? Ms. Kaminzki?”

Nodding, he could feel his focus drifting once again, though you seemed more comfortable with the idea the second time around. You were too perceptive. It scared him sometimes, if he was being honest. He hadn't had a connection this deep since...

Before he could finish that thought, a waiter approached to ask for your order. Grateful to let you take the reins as he regained control over his frazzled mind, he watched with an amused fondness as you bonded with the newcomer over a love of root vegetables.

Following your server’s arrival, dinner passed without incident–though you and Frank agreed that the prices were far too high for this to become a regular spot. Despite the fact that it was far from the best meal he’d ever eaten, he was happy to spend time with you.

Which is why he let you clasp your delicate fingers around his broad hand as you walked back to your apartment building. You were uncharacteristically quiet as the two of you strolled down the sidewalk. Given his actions over the last couple of hours, he wasn't in any position to scold you for being distant, but the behavior worried him slightly.

Letting his eyes drift sideways to study your face, the corner of his lips twitched upwards at your focused expression. Your face was contorted into a small scowl, pinched in a way he wasn't sure he'd ever seen before. A small, but distinctly annoyed, huff parted your lips as he watched. Clearly something was on your mind.

Bumping his hip against yours, he stifled a smile. “Ya plottin' my murder over there or somethin'?”

Nearly tripping as your concentration broke, you looked up at him sheepishly as he pulled you into his side to steady you. “Sorry, Frankie.”

“It's a'right, sunshine. Why's the cat got your tongue?”

Sighing, you stared at the cracked pavement beneath your feet, placing each step carefully so you wouldn't stumble again. “It's nothing, Frankie.”

“Fuck, you're startin' to sound like me, honey. That ain't good.” Frank frowned as you chuckled sadly. Your usual bright giggles sounded pensive and hollow.

“Just thinking.” You shrugged.

Internally groaning, he tried again. “Work with me here, darlin'. Thinkin' about what?”

Your lips quirked with a smile, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him. “Family stuff. I don't...I don't wanna bug you with it.”

“Would ya tell me if I swore I wanted to hear it?”

A glimmer of sass shone through with your smirk. “Maybe.”

Throwing a hand up to show the distance you still had to walk, he looked at you with a raised brow. “We got time. Hit me with it.”

“Fine. But know that it's stupid.” You pointed a finger at him with a stern look, inspiring a smile of his own.

Exhaling, you chewed on your lower lip between words. “Um, so I haven't told you much about my family. But they're, er...complicated. To say the least.”

Frank listened intently, squeezing your hand encouragingly when you hesitated.

“My mom and I still keep in contact but she's...difficult. She makes me kind of miserable, to be honest. But she's all I have left, so I put up with it. Unfortunately, that means she visits from time to time and I always sort of…” You trailed off, eyes becoming misty as your words failed.

“Sorta what, sunshine?” Frank prompted softly.

“Shut down, I guess?” You looked up at him, lips pursed. “Not to burden you with the details she just...she makes it really hard to not fall back into bad habits. And she's planning on coming up in a few weeks, so I was just lost in thought about it.” You gave a halfhearted chuckle.

“When's she comin'?”

“Three weeks from tomorrow.“ You whined, shaking your head. “It'll be fine, I just need to prepare for it, you know?”

“Would it help if you had company?”

Frank's question caught you off guard. “What?”

“I was wonderin' if it would help, if I was there I mean.”

Shaking your head furiously, you frowned. “Oh I can't ask you to do that, Frank–”

“Last I checked, you weren't askin'.” Frank snorted. “If ya don't want me there…”

“No Frank,” You turned to look at him earnestly. “That would be amazing! I just...you would do that for me?”

Nodding slowly, he brought his free hand up to cup your cheek. “In a heartbeat, sunshine.”

Giggling, you shook your head gravely. “What would I do without you?”

The rest of the walk back to your apartments was spent joking about things you could buy for Frank and slowly start placing around his house. You reached the front door to your building as he was finally talking you out of replacing all of his so-called “boring” glasses with vulgar mugs.

“Look, Frankie! This one is perfect for you!” You squealed, turning around your phone to reveal a poorly photoshopped white mug with the words “Moody Bitch” written on it.

“Fuck off.” Frank grumbled, strutting into the building ahead of you, not hiding his smile as you cackled gleefully.

You scrambled up the stairs after him. “Wait! I found a better one!”

“Nope. I'm done lookin' at your shitty mugs.” Fishing his keys out of his pocket, he unlatched the door, giving Max a scratch as the dog poked his head out in greeting.

“Hi, Maxie!” You cooed, your voice igniting Max's overactive tail. Crouching in front of him, you happily let him kiss your face as Frank slipped his shoes off.

“Ok bud, let her up.” Frank scolded gently as the massive canine began to tip you over in his eagerness to kiss every inch of you.

Standing with too much difficulty, you giggled as you finally managed to drag yourself upright. “Yikes. Pretend you didn't see that.”

“See what?” Frank asked, smirking.

“Thanks for a good night, Frankie. Oh, wait before we part ways for the evening...” You trailed off, shoving open your own door and dashing inside.

Still standing in his own doorway, Frank chuckled to himself as he heard you banging around in your kitchen. “Ya know, I was hoping to go to bed at some point.” He called down the hallway.

“One more second!” You called back.

Pretending to have fallen asleep against the doorframe, Frank's eyes were closed when your footsteps tread back down the hall.

“Ha ha. Very funny.” You deadpanned. “If you don't want this dessert, I can absolutely eat it myself.”

“Dessert?” Frank opened his eyes enthusiastically, accepting the plate you handed him.

The slice of whatever you'd handed him was thick and smelled of cinnamon. Its bread-like texture and swirl of filling looked painfully familiar...

“You promised to try the babka I made! So, here you go.”

Dread pooled in his stomach as his shaky hand grasped the fork you handed him. The enticing smell of the cake suddenly turned to something sinister, drawing acid up in this throat.

“I, uh...I what?” He stammered out, staring at the plate like the pastry had pulled a gun on him.

”The babka I made for Ms. Kaminzki? I mentioned it at dinner and you said you would try it for me?“ Your eyes were shining with anticipation, your tone edged with an anxiety that caused his own heart rate to spike.

His mouth remained shut, drying out as if he'd eaten a bowlful of sand. Spearing the slice of cake, he nodded as he took a small bite.

The blend of spices was something he'd tasted many times before, and he felt like someone had smashed a bottle over his head. Adrenaline surged through every vein, his hands trembling viciously. Bile was clawing up his esophagus, chills suddenly wracking his body.

“It’s great, sweetheart.” He muttered, still staring at the bread.

“Yah?” You asked eagerly, dress swirling around your ankles as you bounced on the balls of your feet.

“Mmmhmm, I love it.” Prying his eyes away from the ceramic plate he held, he glanced at you. Your face seemed to flicker, briefly—another familiar face forming a mask over your wide eyes and small smile. As his nausea suddenly became unbearable, he opened his door. ”I gotta go.“

“Oh, ok! Have a good night, Frank!” You called. He gave a limp wave.

Stepping backwards into his apartment, he locked the door behind him, chucked the pastry across his counter, and bolted to the bathroom.

Using your thumb to steady the piece of tape, you pressed it against the serrated edge of the dispenser to tear off a piece. Carefully draping the adhesive side onto the brown paper, you folded the final edge of the parchment over the babka. You couldn’t help but smile at the beautifully wrapped loaf.

All things considered, you’d been having a great week. The bakery had seen steady traffic, one of your favorite market booths had given all their regulars a huge discount on seasonal fruit, and your adorable elderly neighbor had been so thrilled about the babka you made her that she’d paid you to make one for her knitting club. Speaking of… A quick glance at the clock was enough to hurry you out the door to prevent being late.

Cradling the weighted parcel to your chest, you rushed out the door and down the steps—thanking your lucky stars that you didn’t break an ankle in your haste to make the delivery.

Ms. Kaminzki was an adorable older woman who lived on the floor below yours. You had offered to help bring her groceries in after she’d gotten hip surgery a few months ago, and the woman had been downright motherly to you ever since. She was constantly bringing you home cooked meals and complimenting your outfits, it was about time you made her something in return.

Of course, she’d tried to pay you for the first one and refused to accept a second for free—but there was only so much you could do to combat her sweet stubbornness. Which meant that this time, unfortunately, you needed to let her press a crumpled 20 dollar bill into your hand as you passed her the babka.

Accepting her cheek kisses and endless praise for your “baking talents” more readily than the cash, you ushered her into a taxi so she'd make it to her meeting on time. With the promise to visit her for dinner this week, you waved her off—nearly smacking someone behind you in the process.

“Oh fuck, I'm so—” Tilting your head as you took in the hooded figure in front of you, your brows shot up. “Frank?”

The man looked rough, to put it simply. Deep purple bruises sat under his puffy eyes, his posture hunched and face swollen around a split lip. He was avoiding your gaze, and he visibly flinched as you stepped into his space.

Straightening your fingers, you displayed your palms in a gesture of harmlessness. Though he was still curled in on himself, he met your gaze as you rested a hand on his bicep. “Sweetheart, what happened? Are you alright?”

Frank nodded curtly, recoiling from your light touch as he yanked open the door to your building. “Fine, sunshine.”

Huffing as he slipped into his old habits, you trailed after him.

“Thought we were past the whole 'pretending to be fine' shtick but, ok.” You muttered, nearly tripping over your skirt as you chased him up the stairs.

“I ain't 'pretendin' to be fine'. I am fine.” Frank snapped, not even sparing a glance at you.

“Sure,” You nodded, unbothered by his bad attitude. “Seems like it.”

Scoffing, Frank whirled around on the landing. His glower softened as he registered your furrowed brow. Deflating like a helium balloon, he flushed pink. “Sorry, sunshine. I'm just...havin' a shit day.”

“You sure it hasn't been a shit week?” You asked with narrowed eyes, hand coming up to cup his stubbled cheek. “This cut doesn't look fresh.”

Frank usually leaned into your touch as if it was the only thing keeping him together. While others made you feel self-conscious about your love of physical contact, your grumpy neighbor seemed to be as starved for it as you were.

Today, however, he remained rigid in your hold. His eyes were hollow shells, not holding the range of emotions you'd come to expect from his beautiful irises. Wherever his mind was, you were confident that it was not here with you.

Withdrawing your hand, you nodded your head toward the final flight of stairs. “C'mon, sweetheart. Up we go.”

His stare remained blank, but he followed your direction, marching up the stairs as if he was ready to drop—which, you realized, he probably was.

As he fumbled with his keys, you ambled towards your own apartment, trying not to look like you were prepared to catch him if he collapsed. As he tumbled over the threshold into his apartment, you caught a glimpse of the trash accumulating on his coffee table and counters. If you weren't worried before...

Eyes narrowing as he noticed you staring into his apartment, he gave a small wave. “Have a good night, sunshine.”

Though his words were sweet as always, his tone was flat and you weren't quite sure whether he meant what he said.

“You too, Frankie.” Before he could slip inside his apartment, you pressed a quick peck to his cheek. As your lips made contact with his scruff, one of his rough hands wrapped around the curve of your waist, squeezing gently. Smiling as you retreated, you let his hand linger on you for as long as he needed.

“I'm right next door if you need me, ok?” You promised gravely.

Finally dropping his hand, he nodded, a spark of the warmth you usually found in his expression finally igniting behind his eyes. Shoving lightly at him with an exaggerated frown, you pointed a finger at his chest.

“Go get some rest, Castle. You need it.”

He chuckled softly, finally disappearing behind the chipped white door.

Pondering for a moment, you could practically feel the cartoon light bulb pop out of your skull as the epiphany struck you. Flexing your hands in anticipation, you rushed into your apartment and beelined for your freshly washed mixing bowls.

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Could I ask for a little something with Hawk and his chubby gf wanting to go to the beach but she feels insecure because she wants to wear a bikini but feels like she can't

I'm feeling really down lately

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) (Support The Writer🌺) ( @gemini-sensei 😘) (Body Insecurity,Fluff)

“What about this one? I think you would look so hot in this babe~” Hawk says as he holds up a new bikini set. Reader looks over in his direction and raises a brow. She looks at the swimming pieces before shrugging and looking back at the rack in front of her. Hawk groaned as he tossed the biking back into the pile he made.

They had been at the mall for hours now trying to find a new swimsuit for Reader. The whole dojo was going on a big trip to the beach to hang out. Two whole days of just hanging out on the beach playing games and swimming. It was going to be great and Hawk knew it.

At the moment it wasn't that fun.

Hawk promised Reader that he would take her out to buy her a new bathing suit. He thought it would be fun to take his girlfriend on a mall date and help her pick out a new one. With the summer season rolling in hard most of the clothing shops were already getting in new swimming stuff. After walking around the mall together for a while, kissing and hugging, they found the perfect shop.

It was trendy and cute looking from the outside and there where already a huge rack full of swimsuits out. Walking in they went to work looking for the perfect one for Reader.

But now they had been in that shop for a good hour and Reader still wasn't any closer to finding a new one. She went through every rack, pushing and pulling through the hangers. Her lips shut tight as her eyes scanned every piece. None of them made her feel any better. She talked to Hawk on the way to the mall about wanting to try out a bikini. Something she had never really wear before.

With every new bikini her eyes meet, she grew more and more off put.

Maybe wearing a bikini wasn't such a good idea.

She sighed and moved away from the ravk she was just going though. She couldn't help but let a small pout form on her lips. Hawk was quick to notice the change her her mood. He walked over to her, wrapping a arm around her plump waist. He kissed her cheek before saying “Hey, what's wrong? I thought our date was going pretty good. There are like a shot ton of bikinis to go tough here. We can definitely find the perfect one.”

Reader huffed a little and tried her best to put on a smile.

“What? Am I missing something?”

“I don't know if I should be wearing a bikini...”

He cocked his head at her statement.

“What are you talking about? If you want to wear one then you can wear one.”

“I just don't think I'm going to look good in it…because you know, I’m bigger.”

Hawk almost laughed but only snorted at her. He pulled her in closer to him, his hands finding her ass and giving it a light squeeze. Reader wanted to push him for being a asshole. Or for at least acting like one in that moment. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Reader I think you look hot now, and you being in a bikini is just going to make you even hotter, in my opinion of course. When we go to the beach this week I’m going to have to beat guys off of you with a stick. Listen just because your a little more thick then some other girls doesn’t mean anything. You can still wear a bikini and pull it off like anyone else.” He tried his best to sound soft while he spoke to her.

He kissed at the back of her ear for a moment before pulling away.

Reader could feel herself growing a bit hot. Hawk always made a lot of explicit comments and complained her a lot. It never failed to get her blood pumping in her chest and make her cheeks grow warm.

“You promise your saying that from the heart and not just trying to make me feel better so you can see me walking around in some skimpy bikini on the beach?” Reader breaks from her shyness for a moment. She wiggles her brows at the mohawk haired boy. His own cheeks go red for a split moment, clearly caught with his dirty thoughts.

He rolls his eyes at her as his own blush starts to slowly fade. He coughs into his own hand and says almost mumbled “I mean it’s a plus to see my cute chubby girlfriend in a tiny little bikini on a beach all day. It also kinda help when I get to beat people up for looking at her. Because she’s mine and I’m the only one that gets to ogle her like that~” he snickers.

Reader lets a smile spread over her lips as she looks up at him. She gives him a small peak on the lips.

Hawk slowly detached himself from her and looked though the rack of bikinis. The sound of plastic clicking together filled the air. He finally stopped on a pretty little bikini set. The color matching his girlfriends skin perfectly to a T. He pulled it off the rack and held it up to her with a smirk.

“How about this one?”

Reader tilted her head as she looked at it for a minute. It was a cute little piece and it was in her size. The price wasn’t bad either.

“You could show it off to me when we get home~” he shook it around in his hand. A grin on his face. Reader laughed a little at his enthusiasm. She grabbed the clothing from his hands and held it to her chest. She gave her own little grin.

“I think that could be arranged~”

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humanitysstrongestsoldier1 · 11 months

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓. | 𝑍. 𝐾𝐸𝑁𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐻𝐼 x Reader

TW: violence, blood, stitches, battle, cursing, explicit sexual content

AO3 LINK!!!

"Rage, love, lust, on fire." - ODETARI, NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER

I was walking back to squad 4 after healing some injuries of the men from the skirmish that happened yesterday. However, some idiots decided to block my path and try- keyword try- to flirt with me. Unfortunately, they weren't good men, they were men who thought I couldn't fight so I proved them wrong. Lurking in the shadows was the Captain of Squad 11, Zaraki Kenpachi, who loved the smell of bloodlust seeping from my aura. He too, wanted a fight, an honourable one.

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Notes:

Kenpachi may be OOC a bit. Since I am a new writer, this was the most explicit smut I have ever written in my life- atp even god can't save me 💀

PS : I feel like Pachi smells like lavender cuz like u know the colour of squad 11 is like a lavender-purple, idk man just a headcanon🤷

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The heat of the summer in the Seireitei was getting to me, and I was sweating my ass off. Tending to the wounds of those two-bit wannabe captain soul reapers had ruined my mood for the day. My captain, Unohana-sama, had stationed me in the barracks of Squad 11 to tend to the injuries of members who participated in the small skirmish that happened yesterday. It was definitely not fun, mostly due to the men ogling my appearance. Unlike most soul reapers, I did not wear a traditional Shihakushō with long sleeves; instead, it was cut short and covered my shoulders. I did wear a haori over it, but due to the summer, I opted not to today. I also had some buttons opened to let my body breathe. Most of the men who were staring me down were quickly shut down by a simple flex of my muscles; my biceps were not playing, and they were begging to be wrapped around someone’s neck to hear the crack.

Ugh, what was I thinking? If my captain heard my thoughts, she would definitely shut them down, reminding me that I am now a healer and no longer a warrior or even a scientist. I continued walking down the alley and saw a group of men approaching me. I rolled my eyes at their snickers and giggles—they sounded like a group of middle school girls around their crush.

"Hey squad 4 bitch!" One of them yelled out as they got closer.

I was now trapped by four men who were staring me down like I was a piece of meat. I arched my eyebrow and looked at them, beckoning him to continue.

"Women from Squad 4 seem to be very skilled with their hands; wanna prove that to me?" One of them said, his crooked teeth and unruly eyebrows made me want to gag, but out of professionalism, I kept my calm.

"Hey, bro, it would be easy to just bring her with us; it's not like she can fight back; she's just a healer." The other said this while smirking, while keeping his eyes on my breasts.

With a small smirk, I finally spoke up: "What makes you think we of the 4th squad can’t fight?"

"You are healers; you probably can't even punch for shit, hell even-"

I cut him off right there and sent a hard punch to his nose. He went flying back and caused the dirt to cloud around us.

"Can’t punch for shit eh? How's that?" I said, grinning at the pool of blood forming around him. "Maybe that ‘weak’ punch fixed your crooked ass teeth." I said, quoting the ‘weak’ part with my fingers.

"Why you little bitch!" One yelled out, lunging for my neck.

I was too proud to pull out my Zanpakuto, so I blocked him with my bare hands. The other two tried lunging at me while I was occupied with the first, but they failed due to my legs kicking back and twisting around them. I changed my stance to an offensive Melee-style fight. I focused my strength on hand-to-hand combat and lunged at the three. Luckily, the fourth one that I punched was knocked out, lying in a pool of his blood. I laughed at their pathetic excuse of a battle and immediately released some of my spiritual pressure, causing them to buckle and kneel at my mere presence.

I chuckled at their horrified expressions. "You call yourselves Squad 11 warriors? How disgraceful. Now if you wish to die by my hands, I would happily comply; if not, then get your sorry asses up and run while you can."

Not even a second passed, and the three picked up their knocked-out friend and ran for their meagre little lives. I noticed the lurking figure watching the battle in silence a while ago, but I didn't speak to him until now. I knew who it was—the captain of the 11th.

"How long are you going to stand there and gawk, Captain?" I said, smirking at his shadow. "How come you didn't stop your men from attacking a woman like me?"

"I was about to step in, but after that punch, I knew you got it. Who are you, woman? And why aren’t you in my squad if you are so strong?" He said this, stepping out from the shadows and standing in front of me.

"(Surname) (Name), Captain Unohana Retsu’s first line of defence, scientist, and ex-soldier." I said, holding my head high to meet his dark eyes that seemed to pool with desire—a desire for battle. I know that look because, back in the day, I had those same eyes.

"First line of defence? Ah, you must be that girl who was that weirdo’s researcher in squad 12." Captain Zaraki said, grinning.

"By weirdo, I'm assuming, Mayuri-sama. Yes, I was head of microbiology research." I answered.

"So a scientist, healer, and warrior, or ex-warrior? Why refer to yourself as that?"

"Captain Unohana said to leave my warrior mindset behind because I’m now a healer. The only time I can truly show myself is when the 4th Squad barracks are attacked. Since I'm the first line of defence, my job is to destroy the intruders and protect the people. Or, in certain instances like this, where I am surrounded by rapey-looking men," I answered, scowling at the thought of the peasants who dared to speak to me earlier.

Captain Zaraki hummed at my answer, acknowledging the logic behind it: "You have a cocky look to you, darling. Yet, you still hold respect to refer to people with proper dignity."

"I'm not a beast, sir." I give my respect to those who have earned it. And you have earned it with your battle prowess."

"Test that respect." He declared.

"Excuse me?" I was honestly puzzled by his statement.

"Fight me and test me to see if I deserve your respect. If I lose, you can call me as you like."

"I think it's highly inappropriate to fight a captain, and I'm not supposed to." I responded quickly, trying to persuade him.

"Fight me; it's an order, woman." He said it with a small growl.

"I know this isn't about respect; you want to fight me because you're bored."

He chuckled and said, "I live for battle, sweetheart, and I enjoy a good fight more than anything. And you are bringing some fun into this summer."

"Please, captain, this is highly unprofessional. I can’t-"

Before I could finish, she had already pulled his Zanpakuto out and swung it at me. Without missing a beat, I immediately ducked and went behind his large frame.

"Please sir! I can't break my rule. Unohana-sama will-"

"I’m attacking you, aren't I? You are not breaking any rules; you are defending yourself. Bring your sword out and fight me, woman!" He cut my pleading off and turned to swing at me again.

I pulled my Zanpakuto, Homura, out of its sheath and blocked his swing, grimacing at his brute strength.

He laughed maniacally: "There it is, darling, that look in your eyes! That bloodlust! Come on!"

"Tch, you are killing me here, Captain Zaraki!" I pushed him back with my sword and grinned at his shocked expression at my strength.

"Oh yes, I'm going to have so much fun with you!" He lunged back, grinning.

I manoeuvred my way around him, blocked his futile attempts, and cut some of his back and chest in the process. He was coming at me nonstop, and I was getting tired and sweating even more because of his great strength. So I decided to put an end to this fight. I pulled away and placed my sword horizontally in front of my face.

I let out a breath. "Kokoro O Moyase, Bankai: Homura Suryastra!"

Searing flames surrounded the blade and the area surrounding the attacker. Colours of red, orange, yellow, and blue burst from my aura. I immediately lunged at Captain Zaraki while he was busy looking at the beautiful flames. His guard was down, and I kicked the back of his knees very hard, punched his gut, and caused him to kneel. I asked Homura to relax the flames while I pointed the sword at his neck.

"Had enough Zaraki-taichou?" I teased, smirking at his kneeling form.

He looked up at me with blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth and said, "For now, yes, for life? Never. Oh, how I wish you were in my squad; I would never let you go."

My cheeks reddened either from the heat of my Bankai or from the words of the man panting and smiling at me.

"A deal is a deal. Speak my name without the honorifics; you deserve it." He praised her, standing up.

"But I can’t possibly—" I tried exclaiming before he cut me off with a sharp look.

"Okay, Kenpachi." I spoke his name softly, liking the way it felt on my tongue. "Please allow me to heal your cuts; it's the least I can do."

He nodded and ushered me to follow him to his private quarters.

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I stood behind Kenpachi, stitching up one of the deeper cuts I made. I apologised to him earlier for cutting him up, but he said that he took his scars as memories of great battles. He urged me to only stitch him up so he could relish the experience of the fight.

I ran my fingers over the stitched-up wound and felt his chiselled back tense at my hands. I mumbled a quick apology and moved up and off the engawa to stand on the grass in front of us. I stood between his legs and found the gash on the left side of his chest. I grabbed the antiseptic and dabbed it on the cotton before placing it on the wound.

He hissed at the feeling and wrapped his large hand around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. My hands were fisted, and they rested on his collar bones.

"Sorry, it always burns." He groaned.

"It's alright; I don't quite like the feeling either."

He didn't push me back or remove his hand from my waist; he just waited for me to continue. So I did. I pressed the cotton again, and he winced at the burning sensation, squeezing my waist slightly. To console him, I bent down and blew some air at the burning wound. His muscles relaxed, and I started stitching him up once more.

A gentle silence blessed our presence, and I sighed, "You're all good, Kenpachi."

He hummed and removed his hand from my waist. "(Name), what do you feel when you fight?" He randomly asked, trying to entice a conversation. He removed his strapless eyepatch with a grey border and awaited my answer.

My cheeks slightly reddened at the use of my name: "Umm. I would say it was a thrill. Like a rush of adrenaline and pleasure. I always win. So it's an absolute blast watching them fall to their failure."

He shifted his eyes around my face and did not respond to my question. I met his eyes, and I saw a familiar look. The look of desire. But not the one that I saw when we fought. No. This one was different.

"Kenpachi? What’s wro-" My question was shut off.

His large hands wrapped around my neck gently and pulled me to his level. His warm lips met mine, and my eyes widened at the sudden action.

I pulled back and said, "Kenpachi, this isn't right!"

He smirked and yanked my arm to pull me forward. His arms grasped the back of my knees and wrapped my legs around his toned waist. I gasped at this movement and looked at him.

"Why is it not right?" He asked, smirking slightly.

"Well, because I-I-" My words weren't coming out because I couldn't think of an excuse.

"Hmm? Tell me (Name)." He whispered.

I didn't respond.

Kenpachi chuckled. "That's what I thought, princess. I’m going to ruin you."

His hands grabbed my chin and brought my face closer to his. His lips met mine once again, and this time I didn't object. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, moved my lips with his, and sighed into his touch. His warm tongue slipped into my mouth, and the kiss got deeper and much more passionate. Being a tease, I bit his bottom lip, to which he growled and moved back.

"You are going to regret that, baby." He whispered in my ear.

His hands went to the back of my head and pulled my hair back to give him more access to my neck. His lips bit, sucked, and kissed every area he could find on my neck. He found one certain spot, and I let a breathy moan out. He smiled against my neck.

"Pachi please-I-"

"Say it. Say it, sweetheart."

"I need you."

He growled and immediately got up, lifting me with him and connecting his lips with mine once more. He walked away from the garden and closed the shoji door with one hand. My lips didn't stop moving with his. I wanted more and more of this man.

He walked towards the bed and laid me on it before pulling back and attacking my neck once again. His hands unbuttoned the rest of my uniform and removed the top. His lips met my chest, leaving his art behind, sucking and licking at my skin. One of his hands went behind my back and unclasped my bra. He ripped it off of me, and I moved my hands to try to cover my chest.

He stopped me and said, "Don't you dare, woman. I want to touch and see all of you."

Kenpachi's mouth moved towards the top of my left breast, leaving a dark bruise behind. His tongue slipped out and licked the peak of my hard breast. His lips latched on, sucking, biting, and tugging on the sensitive flesh. My hands tangled in his mid-length hair, pulling every now and then. One of his hands moved to the other breast, kneading it and swiping his thumb on the nipple.

"A-ah~ Pachi, please." I begged him to give me more.

"Patience, baby, I want to feel every inch of you." He whispered against my skin, moving his lips down my naked torso.

He pulled down my pants and threw them on the floor before moving down and leaving kisses on my inner thighs. His thumb brushed my clothed pussy and I moaned at the feeling.

He grinned and said, "Fucking hell, (Name) you’re soaked." He moved his head between my thighs and swiped his tongue upwards on my clothed warmth. My hands immediately grasped his hair, and I sucked in a deep breath.

"Want me to clean you up, love?" He whispered, his lips ghosting over my black panties.

"Mmm yes."

He swiftly pulled my panties off, and his tongue met my clenching cunt. The tip of his tongue met my swollen clit and he moved it around, causing me to moan and writhe below him.

"That's it, pretty girl, fall apart for me." He groaned before latching on to my clit. He sucked hard. Pain and pleasure clouded my mind, and I pulled at his hair and closed my thighs around his head. His room was full of unholy sounds, but Kenpachi most likely thought of them as music to his ears. His lips pulled away from my bundle of nerves before he lowered the tip of his nose so he could tongue my entrance once again. He ran his wide, flat tongue against my core. The heat of his mouth felt so good at my core that I felt myself clenching at nothing.

Taking note of this, Kenpachi slipped two of his fingers inside of me easily. "Look at that, pretty. You take me so well; you want all of me, love? You want my cock? You want me to fill you up?"

I quickly nodded without any hesitation; my walls pulsed under his thick fingers.

"I want to hear you say it, darling. Don’t shy away now. Where did all your fighting go, eh?" He said this while thrusting his fingers upward and curling them to brush against my spot.

"Please pachi! I need- fill me up; I can't- please i need you in me." I looked at his lust-filled eyes looking up at me, I begged him to fuck me, to make me see stars,

"You ask so nicely, princess." He whispers while pulling his fingers out. My cunt clenched at nothing, begging to be filled once again. Holding my jaw, his mouth smashed into mine, again distracting me from his action of removing his trousers. I was met with the taste of my cunt lingering on his tongue, and I was getting more and more impatient, writhing for his cock in me.

Reading my thoughts, Kenpachi rubbed his hardened length against my core, spreading my legs even more. His tip teased my clit and I dug my nails into his back, which he groaned lightly at.

"Careful, don't pull my stitches." He said this while he continued teasing me.

"Kenpachi, please stop teasing me i- ahh~" My pleading was cut off by the feeling of him lining up against my aching hole.

"You want this pretty? You want to be fucked senseless, my little warrior?"

I nodded, struggling to bring the word ‘yes’ to my mouth.

"Say it. You want my cum in you, baby?" He prodded, trying to get me to beg even more.

"Yes! Kenpachi, please paint me white. I swear I’ll do anything."

He chuckled and said, "You are just perfect for me, aren't you? A strong woman who can bring me pleasure in battle and in bed."

I hummed at his praising words, moaning now and then at the feeling of his tip at my pussy. "Yeah," he rumbled, sliding his seeping head slowly to me. "Yeah, that’s it."

I felt the stretch of him inside me, and I bucked my hips, trying to get more of him. He laughs: "Impatient, aren't we?"

Kenpachi pulled back before sliding into me so fast that I couldn't help but release a scream. He sat fully inside of me, stretching my walls out as they clenched around his length.

He grumbled into my neck, "Pretty little pussy. Hm~. All mine. Mine to breed. Mine to fuck."

My nails scratched the muscles on his back as he slowly started thrusting. I locked my legs around Kenpachi's waist, the stretch of his girth becoming more and more heavenly. He let out a groan at the feeling of the tightness. A loud moan left my lips as he went even deeper, his hands gripping my waist so tight that it would likely leave bruises.

"So g-good, Pachi, please, moree-" I breathed out, pleading.

"Yeah?" He groaned, smirking, enjoying the view of me begging.

He moved. Harder. Faster. With every thrust, I jolted, and another lewd noise left my mouth. I was seeing stars as he fucked the living hell out of me. His fingers moved to my sensitive nub, rubbing to try and get me closer to my climax, all while reaching for his as well. The stimulation immediately made me clench harder around his cock, to which he responded with a groan. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and leaving bites while still moving.

"Say my name. I want the entire Seireitei to hear it." He whispered on my skin.

"Ken-Kenpachi!" I yelled, feeling a knot form in my stomach. His name echoed off the walls of his room.

"Yes-yes, that's it; you're so perfect, my little warrior. Mine. Mine. Mine." He growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Taking my lips into his own, we came at the same time, moaning into each other's mouths and muffling the unholy sounds. His seed coated my walls, making me feel so full. He kept thrusting, helping me ride out my high. He pulled out, and I shivered at the feeling of emptiness. Kenpachi gently moulded his lips with mine; I nibbled on his bottom lip, and he pulled away with a gentle smile. He took in my flushed cheeks and blissful expression before kissing my forehead. He moved down to look at the flesh between my legs, smiling at the mess.

"You look so pretty like this—more prettier than when you fight." Kenpachi whispered while kissing my inner thighs. "I’m stealing you. You're mine now."

I chuckled at his possessiveness and ran my hand through his jet-black hair. "How can I go anywhere? You said it yourself: we are perfect for each other. However, I do need to get back to Squad 4 barracks; my captain is waiting for me."

He groaned and cursed under his breath before lifting me over his broad shoulders and saying, "Not yet. Let's take a bath, then you can go."

I couldn't resist, so I ended up taking a nice, warm, lavender-scented bath with him. Kenpachi helped me get dressed and led me outside, walking with me to the gate of the 11th squad barracks. My legs were on the verge of failing, and I was sore, so Kenpachi wrapped an arm around my waist on the way there.

He kissed the side of my head, his lips ghosting over my temple. "Come over tonight. I’m not done with you yet."

My eyes widened, and I nodded my head as he chuckled at my reddened face. He gave me one last kiss, and I walked out of the 11th Squad area.

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I hummed a song while walking through Captain Unohana’s quarters.

"That happy? Was healing those men really that fun?" I turned to the voice to see Captain Unohana smiling at me.

"Umm, I-yes captain!" I said, standing tall. She hummed and walked past me, asking, "Is that so? You smell like him, (Name). Lying to your captain isn't a good thing."

My eyes widened, and I tried to explain, but she was already gone. I sighed and continued walking to my quarters for a quick nap. I plopped on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and smiling like a madwoman at what just happened with Kenpachi. If showing my bloodlust would cause him to fuck the daylights out of me, then I would show my bloodlust every day.

That night, when everyone was asleep, I did end up going back to Kenpachi’s, looking for more and more of him, whilst he happily obliged.

End Notes:

I am an absolute whore for this man...the things i would let him do to me are so unholy i could never post it anywhere

GIF AINT MINE!!!

#kenpachi x reader #kenpachi x you #kenpachi x y/n #kenpachi imagine #bleach kenpachi #bleach #smut #kenpachi zaraki #kenpachi smut #retsu unohana #yachiru unohana

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cazperx-x · 2 years

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He liked a girl and it wasn't you

An angst Gareth Emerson x Fem!reader drabble

A t h i n g I wrote because I was in an angst mood. I'm planning on posting part two of my Gareth x Reader fic tomorrow, although I might post it later today :)

Warnings: Cursing, and it doesn't have a very happy ending

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You sighed. It wasn't a sad sigh though, more like an I'm-hopelessly-in-love-with-a-boy-who-sits-at-the-freaks-table sigh.

But you knew it was impossible. Why? You made this handy-dandy list you liked to keep in your pocket when you needed it.

Reasons why I, Y/N L/N, could never get the unnamed boy that sits at the freak table

I sit at the cheerleader table

There's no way he would ever say yes

Under no circumstances are cheerleaders and freaks allowed to mix, unless some teacher forces you to sit together

He would never like me back

Suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts by a nudge.

“Hellooo? Earth to Y/n? Are you gonna keep staring at that boy or interact with your best friend?” It was Sophie. She had been your best friend since Kindergarten, and the only one who knew about your secret crush.

“What is it, Sophie? And I was not staring!” You groaned, feeling your face turning red, and burying your head in your hands. God, why were you so hopelessly lovesick.

“Well, I was about to ask if you were excited about the pep rally, but I think that's the least of our problems. Well, yours anyway.”

You looked up, about to question what the hell she was talking about before you saw it. You saw him.

He was getting up from the freaks table, his short, fluffy hair bouncing with each step. And he was holding a rose. And was he- oh fuck he was walking towards your table.

In your direction.

You felt like you were going to have a heart attack and die on the spot right then and there.

You buried your head in your hands again, just so you wouldn’t stare at him.

You heard his footsteps from your other side. When you realized he had walked past you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

But your heart dropped when you looked up.

“H-hey Sophie, so I was wondering if maybe you w-wanted to go out sometime?”

Gareth Emerson, the boy you’ve had a crush on since you were 10 was asking out your best friend.

It took everything in you to hold back tears, to not break down on the spot and start sobbing, to not scream or just run out of the Cafeteria and beg your mom to pick you up.

You looked up to see a shaking Gareth holding a rose, and your best friend looking back and forth between you and him.

“Oh Gareth- I-,” Your best friend stuttered out, and he looked surprised she even knew his name.

But it wasn’t fair.

She only knew his name because of you.

The long summer nights you had stayed up till 3 am on the phone together, talking about his latest corroded coffin show.

Or all the days you ranted to her about a five-second conversation you had.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

“I’m sorry Gareth. You’re a nice kid but I- I just don’t feel that way about you. But I'm sure you’ll find the girl of your dreams soon. Who knows, maybe she-”

“N-no, it’s fine,” Gareth cut Sophie off. “I-I was being stupid. You’re a cheerleader, and I’m just a freak. No need to explain yourself. I hope you have a great rest of your day, Sophie.” Gareth sighed.

He looked around defeated and realized people were staring at him. A lot of people. He started shaking, before running out of the cafeteria.

“Freak,” you could hear Jason scoff, which made you want to punch him.

Sophie lightly tapped you on the shoulder.

“You okay?” She asked, her voice soft. “I tried to maybe get him to think of you but-”

“Thanks, Soph,” You cut her off. You got up from the table with a sigh and went to go wander the halls before the bell rang. You didn’t know where you were walking in particular, but soon you heard sobbing.

You peeked around the lockers, only to see Gareth. His knees were pulled to his chest with a bruised rose at his feet, and he was crying into his arms. You wanted to say something, anything, to make him feel better. But your mouth went dry.

Gareth sniffled and looked up, wiping his nose on his arm. But then he saw you. A cheerleader in her uniform who has been at the table where it happened. Not a good look.

“What do you want?” He scowled. “Are you here to take a photo? Oh look, one of the freaks is crying by the lockers because he got his heart broken. Let me take a picture and then make copies to hang up around the school. That must be what you’re thinking right? God, I was such a fucking idiot, thinking a cheerleader, someone like you could ever be anything but a bitch.”

You could feel tears building up, and you started stuttering. “I-I, I d-d-” but you couldn’t get a full word out.

“Well? Are you just gonna stand there?”

And before you could stop it, you felt hot liquid falling down your face. Shit shit shit.

You hated it, you hated yourself you hated everything.

You didn’t want to cry in front of your crush of 6 years.

Fuck.

You sniffled, before running off into the girl's bathroom. You slammed the door shut behind you, before falling against it and sobbing.

“Stupid stupid stupid.” You coughed out between sobs.

You were such a crybaby, and you just couldn't stop it.

Gareth on the other hand was confused beyond compare, but anger was still bubbling in him. Not at you necessarily, but at himself. For being so stupid to think a cheerleader would like him. But had he been too harsh? After all, it wasn’t your fault Sohpie had rejected him.

He replayed the conversation in his head before it suddenly clicked.

“Fuck!” he nearly screamed. It all made sense. “Idiot idiot idiot!”

He wanted to follow you, try to make amends, tell you he liked you too, that he remembered that stupid talent show when you both were 10, that his feelings for Sophie weren't nearly as big as his feelings for you. But it was already too late.

He had already made you cry. Who would ever want to date a guy that made them run off crying?

Meanwhile, you were washing your face in the girl's bathroom. You wanted to see if he was still there, to apologize for running off and tell him you were sorry, that you couldn’t stop thinking about when you both were 10 and had to perform in that stupid talent show together. That you were the other girl Sophie mentioned. But it was too late.

You had already run off crying all because he raised his voice at you. Who would ever want to date a girl like that?

#I was torn between two endings for this I think I picked the sadder one #gareth stranger things x reader #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #st4 #gareth x reader

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stellas-starry-stove13 · 16 days

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Hey how are you doing💜💜?? I would love if you could do a oneshot of Rui with a strawberry smoothie and some milk chocolate with marshmallows. (They had not seen each other for a long time and met after years at a summer fair by accident. They ended watching a firework show together)

♥︎ • To see your face again~! • ♥︎ Rui x fem! reader

Dish: Soda candy

Drink: Strawberry smoothie (childhood friends)

Cuisine: Oneshot

Ingredients: Milk chocolate (hurt/comfort) Marshmallows (fluff) Oreo chocolate (romantic)

C/N: I am doing great, thanks to you requesting, anonie <3 btw in case anyone is wondering i always just put the random ppls quotes in red not to get them mixed up with reader. Have a lovely day!

“Hmm... I don't suppose you sell soda candy here~?”

I ask the owner of the snack stall who looks like she's regretting her life decisions.

“No.”

“Ah, I see.”

I hum a low tune to myself, browsing the stalls at the fair while getting lost in my thoughts.

Hmm... Too bad the rest of the troupe couldn't make it... Maybe I wouldn't this bored if they.. Oh! I should've made a balloon art stall.. I bet lots of kids would've loved—

“Oomph!”

I stop short in my tracks as I feel my body collide into another.

“My apologies for—” “Oh, I didn't mean to—”

“Rui?!” “Y/N?”

The two of us stare at one another in shock before her arms wrap my tightly around my body.

“Rui! It's so good to see you!”

“Ah, Likewise.”

Her bright smile encourages me to form one of my own as we start walking side by side.

“What brings you to this summer fair after all these years?”

“Oh, I just wanted to get my mind off of some things.”

I don't fail to notice the slight change in the mood and can't help but adress it in a curious tone.

“May I ask what things you didn't want your mind thinking about?”

“Oh, um, nothing much.”

“Alright.”

The silence suddenly welcomes awkwardness into the atmosphere, my hands digging deeper into my pockets.

“So, what are you doing back in Shibuya?”

“My parents wanted to visit home.”

“Ah, that's nice. How long will you be staying?”

“Well, tomorrow's my last day.”

“Aww, really? That's a bummer. Let's make the most of your time here then.”

I suddenly take her hand and lead her to the balcony, having knowledge of a firework show that's about to make an entrance any minute...

Poom! Poom poom!

I watch in delight as Y/N's eyes twinkle and sparkle, her eyes staring at the bright night sky currently illuminated with fireworks.

“Beautiful, isn't it? It's been quite a while since we've seen fireworks together. Too bad this'll be the last time in a while.”

“Yeah...”

My curiosity piques as I notice her head turning away from mine.

“Hey, I... I lied, sorry. We actually moved back here because my dad lost his job that made us move in the first place.... I didn't really wanna talk about it, so..”

“Don't worry about. I don't want you to feel compelled to talk about something you'd rather not.”

I place a comforting hand on her shoulder and offer her a friendly smile, before patting her head a little bit.

“I'm glad to have you back though.”

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“When you & Jungkook try choking again after years of avoiding the kink.”

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: domish!Jungkook, subbish!Reader, idk it’s just that he mostly takes the lead but it’s not really domming yk, sex on a sofa, making out, thigh riding, dry humping, some nipple attention for both, Koo has the most sensitive pierced nips ever, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), squirting, missionary, the need to be as close as possible, dirty talk, so many whispered ilys, really careful choking, he is legit so gentle with her, lots of giggles & laughter, some happy tears too, so many hugs, hand holding, they are so close and happy with each other, just the type of sex that makes you feel so good

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: This was inspired by this anon. It’s honestly one of the softest & sweetest things I have ever written. Holy moly, to be so in love and in return to be so loved :( I wanna sob they will always be my comfort couple 😔 this is also my birthday present for Koo 🧡

"Jungkook, I have to talk to you", you say in the middle of your dinner.

Jungkook lets the pasta drop from his fork, staring at you with big eyes.

"What did I do?" he asks, "is this about the laundry? I promise, I'm gonna do it later."

"What?"

"You just called me by my full name and said the bad words. Am I in trouble?"

You snort, "you're an idiot. You're not in trouble, I just have to talk to you about something."

"Okay?" Jungkook sounds wary, cocking his right eyebrow up.

"No just-" you click your tongue, "listen."

"I am listening."

"I was thinking for a while about trying something during sex."

"Okay, now this. This is getting interesting", he says, smirking playfully, "whatcha wanna try baby? Something kinky?" he asks, wiggling his brows.

"Yeah."

"Oooh", he coos, "wanna try it on me or on you?"

"On me."

"Interesting. Fun. Exciting. Continue”, he encourages you with a smooth flick of his wrist.

"I was thinking that maybe you could choke me again."

Jungkook parts his lips in bafflement.

"Perhaps. I don’t know, maybe. At least we could try again”, you babble, scratching the side of your neck nervously.

"You want me to choke you?" Jungkook’s voice changed drastically, having gone from playfully flirty to honestly concerned.

"Yeah, maybe."

"But that's on your no-no list. Sweetheart, are you sure?"

"I would say that I'm around ninety percent sure. I just thought that maybe I could like it again? It’s been so many years since the thing with the bad guys happened and maybe I'm over it by now?"

"And you want to test that theory?"

"Yes."

"What if I end up triggering you?"

"Then we know it's not my taste and we'll never do it again."

Jungkook studies your face with obvious hesitation in his eyes.

So you reach out, caressing his wrist softly.

“We can do it really slowly”, you suggest, “make it a good evening, really romantic and nice and then maybe we’ll just so happen to end up having sex and maybe your hand just kinda ends up on my throat. You know?”

Jungkook lowers his eyes at you, “you’re sweet talking me right now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, obviously.”

He takes a deep breath and releases it as a defeated sigh.

“Fine, but I will try to make it the best evening ever so be warned.”

“Mhm can’t wait”, you say with a grin, returning to eating your pasta afterwards.

It has been exactly one day ever since your conversation with Jungkook and tonight is finally the night. The main lights are off and only the mood lamps scattered around the living room are on. Outside a calm summer rain waters the earth and inside the television is running, but you have long stopped watching.

Jungkook has his hand down the back of your panties, squeezing your ass in the rhythm of your dancing hips.

The shirt you are wearing is one of his', tickling your lower back with each movement.

His other hand is hidden right underneath said shirt, currently feeling up your lower back. He will hug your waist just seconds from now.

Your own hands are in his hair, playing with it as your lips dance with his'.

This is exactly how you wanted the evening to go.

First a walk by the beach and lots of conversation, then a light snack served with a romantic movie and lots of snuggles. Said snuggles then escalated into the occasional kisses until it turned into a full on make out session.

Everything went according to plan. Perfect.

Jungkook hugs your waist, doing so by pressing your stomach closer to his own and squeezing the soft flesh of your butt at the same time. He moans into your mouth, swirling his tongue against yours.

He isn’t wearing any pants. He wore baggy hanbok pants once, but took them off ages ago during your snuggles. Now only tight Calvin Kleins are keeping him modest, doing little to actually hide the hard excitement between his legs.

You wore pants once too. Baggy hanbok pants just like your husband, but you lost them during your snuggles like he did. And just like Jungkook, only a pair of Calvin Kleins cover you. Not that they stop any of your wet excitement from covering his thigh.

But that’s the beauty of it, so Jungkook would say. He can squeeze your butt and tongue kiss you all whilst feeling your pussy get wetter and wetter on his thigh. The sensation of the fabric of those black panties turning from dry and soft to completely soaked and wet, just adds to the overall feeling.

You have to break the kiss, because Jungkook made you gasp for air. He watches with half-lidded eyes as your swollen lips open and close, repeating what he did to you before. He squeezes the plump flesh of your ass between his strong, tattooed fingers and uses the leverage to roll your hips over his thigh.

Once again your pretty lips open and close in a gasp, one Jungkook feels swirl against his skin.

"Good?" he asks in a soft yet terribly raspy voice.

"Good", you whisper, giving a bundle of his soft locks a gentle twist.

He lets you pull him closer, but tilts his head in a way that would hinder your lips from touching.

"Your panties are so soaked already", he rasps.

"You feel so good. I can’t help it", you answer him, chasing his kiss with soft whimpers.

"You're so sexy, fuck baby", he moans, allowing your lips to touch. Your tongues dart out instantly, tangling with each other in a needy kiss. You want him so much and in return he wants you just as bad.

Your hands begin to wander, abandoning his hair for the sake of feeling up his torso. First his neck and shoulders, then down to his pecs.

Jungkook moans loudly when your fingers brush against his nipples. His lips falter in keeping up the rhythm.

"So good, don’t stop", he begs you, arching his back just so you can touch him even better. And as he arches his back, his hand on your ass presses you snug against him. Hard cock against pussy, driving you both insane in excitement.

His lips falter even more.

"Kiss me", you stress, twisting his nipple piercings.

"___ baby, holy fuck", he groans and laughs, tilting his head back with his eyelids fluttering.

It turns you on to watch him act like this. He may not be kissing you right now, but watching him get so turned on from nipple play totally makes up for it. You grind your pussy against his hard cock, right against his sensitive tip, and pinch his nipples again, waiting for his reaction.

"Ah. Yes, god", he moans, squeezing your butt and letting his lips part.

"That's so hot", you whisper and chase him again, biting down on his lower lip in sync with a harsh twist of his nipple piercings.

Jungkook growls deeply, picking you up only to lie you down on the couch in a position that would allow him to rest right between your legs. He angles his hips in a way so that his clothed cock grinds right against your pussy.

"Ah", you squeak in surprise, "o-oh."

"You drive me crazy, fuck baby", he growls, staring at you with blown-out pupils as his hips rut into you.

"Koo, holy shit", you gasp out, grasping his shoulders for support. The pressure is maddening, your pussy is seriously so sensitive.

"I know, feels good. Fuck baby, I love grinding on you", Jungkook whispers as he runs his left hand down your body. He reaches your thigh, giving it a strong squeeze in time with his precise grind.

"Kook…" you sigh, rolling your head to the side.

"I know, sweetie, I know", he soothes you and leans down to kiss your neck.

You shiver. All of what he does just feels so good. His hard cock against you, his strong grip on your thigh and how it so perfectly keeps you close, his weight on top of you and his neck kisses, so tender and soft. All of it feels so good.

Jungkook trails his kisses up to your ear. He licks along the shell of it slowly, moaning just for you. It leaves you feeling electric.

"Can’t get enough of you, sweetie", he whispers, moaning softly once again, "you've got me fucking crazy for you."

"You too, oh god Kook, you've got me", you answer him, reaching down to cup his buttocks.

So round and muscular. You squeeze him tightly and press his hips closer.

"Shit yes", Jungkook rasps quietly, "my cock’s so sensitive, baby. I’m going insane, that’s so good."

"You're so close like this."

"Mhm'know", he mumbles, dragging his nose over your cheek and back to your ear, "not close enough, wanna be closer."

"What are you imagining?" you ask him for the sole purpose of hearing him describe it to you. He is so good at that.

"You, me, naked as I fill you up with my cock."

You press him closer, grinding your hips up. Just imagining it is making you dizzy.

"Fuck baby I’m serious, my cock’s so sensitive", he lets out a shaky laugh, "god, I wanna rip those stupid panties off of you. Just let me get to that pussy."

"Please get me naked, baby", you beg.

"You're the best, fuck, thank you. Sit up for me, sweetie."

You follow and let Jungkook take off your shirt. He throws it on the ground and seconds later his own shirt joins the little pile of forgotten clothes.

"You're so goddamn sexy, holy fuck", he presses out.

"You think so?" you taunt, presenting your naked tits in a sexy pose.

"I'm seriously the luckiest man alive. I married a literal goddess", he says, making you giggle giddily.

You love his compliments so much. They are always honest and said with so much adoration.

Jungkook touches your sides, running his hands up to your tits afterwards. With a sigh, you let yourself fall back on your hands, awaiting his touch with arches of your back.

"So sexy, you’re so pretty like this", he praises, running his palms along the swell of your breasts. He swerves, abandoning your nipples for the sake of feeling up your tummy.

"Back please", you plead, locking eyes with him.

He looks cocky, which means he is planning to tease.

"Fuck Kook, don’t give me that look", you groan, tilting your head back.

"What look?" he asks innocently, touching along your sides with nothing but his fingertips.

"The look you get when you wanna be a little shit."

He laughs, "I'm never a little shit, you’re being mean", he says and contrary to his words he has the audacity to give your nipples the softest touch only to pull back when you chase him.

"Right now you are", you say and groan, "Kook please touch me more."

"Like this?" he taunts, flicking his thumbs over your swollen nipples.

"Yeah… ah…"

"You're so sexy, your nipples are so hard already", he rasps, taking them between his fingers just to roll them slowly.

"You touch me so good", you sigh, letting your lips fall open afterwards as a soft moan rolls over your tongue.

Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the view. He loves knowing that he made you just as obsessed with nipple play as he is. Now bear in mind, the real champion of sensitive nipples will always be Jungkook. That man can genuinely orgasm just through nipple play, but you've gotten more sensitive too over the years with him. It turns him on like crazy to know that he is responsible for that, that he touched you just right to get you there and that you love his touch so much that you are so sensitive these days.

"Love how you look", he whispers, "my beautiful", he adds with his sparkly eyes flitting between your face and your tits. He leans down to lick shapes of hearts and swirls along your ribs and upper tummy. He kisses the parts he licked, making you squirm in bliss.

His fingers slip from your nipples, but you don’t mind because he touches down your sides with such tenderness that you have to shiver.

"Don't stop", you breathe, watching with a racing heart as Jungkook shimmies into a lying position on the sofa.

He grabs you by the back of your waist, pulling your stomach into his kiss. It tickles and tingles, feels oh so hot and electric. Jungkook knows your body way too well. You have so many sensitive spots on your stomach and he knows where every single one of them lies, visiting each of them with kisses and licks until your skin feels on fire. You are so goddamn wet by now, it almost hurts to be so wet and not have him lick it up.

He places the last of his kisses on your most sensitive spot. It is right next to where your hip bone lies and the skin of your lower tummy disappears under your panties hem.

You flinch into him, parting your legs embarrassingly far.

"I can smell you baby", Jungkook rasps against your skin, "you smell so fucking wet", he teases, twisting your stomach in both arousal and embarrassment from getting called out like that.

You squirm again, rolling your hips up.

"Taste it", you try.

Jungkook lets his eyes flit up, meeting your droopy gaze with confidence.

"Say it", he whispers darkly.

You give him puppy eyes.

"No baby. With words."

"Please", you whisper, "taste it please."

"That's better", he praises, "lift your hips for me, sweetie."

You do so instantly, gasping when Jungkook begins tugging your panties down with his teeth. He struggles a little with your butt, ending up using his fingers with a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

You giggle, helping him as best as possible. This is so hot but also endearing.

Finally the panties slip off your second foot. Jungkook takes them out of his mouth and throws them on the floor.

He grins but soon pouts, "ouch, ah what the hell?", he says with widened eyes, touching his own teeth, "that kinda hurt my teeth."

"Oh dear", you crack up, "are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm good", he says, licking over his teeth once. He huffs out air and begins laughing, "well that was a fail. I wanted to be sexy."

"You were", you giggle, "you're so cute."

"Cute?"

"Yeah and hot."

Jungkook smiles, closing the distance between you and him to kiss you with laughs and giggles leaving him. He just has to. You look so beautiful when you laugh.

You hook your arms behind his head, kissing him back just as giggly and smiley.

Like this your chests are so close and hugging feels so nice. Truly, there is nothing better than interrupting your sexy little moments with giggles and laughter. This is exactly the type of sex which makes your entire body feel so good. Heart, mind and soul included. Laughing with Jungkook is the best.

"Oh baby", Jungkook breaks the kiss, snickering, "you're the cutest."

"No you are", you answer him, beaming up at him with sparkling eyes.

Jungkook gives you his prettiest bunny smile, running his palms over your cheeks.

"My pretty princess", he whispers, smile growing, "how can you be so beautiful?"

You fluster, feeling your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter. Jungkook squeezes your cheeks softly, kissing your forehead.

"God baby", he says, trailing his kisses all over your forehead and temples, "you have to stop looking like that."

"Like what?"

"Just like the most beautiful. I have a weak heart", he says and giggles, leaning in to kiss your nose, "you'll give me serious heart palpitations if you keep being the prettiest."

"Kookie stop, you’re so cheesy."

"No I'm not, I’m being honest", he says, hiding his face in the crook of your neck just so he can litter it in kisses.

You sigh, rolling your head to the side instantly.

"My wifey", he whispers, kissing his way down your collarbones "I'm so lucky to be yours."

He guides his kisses to your left breast, cupping it in his hand just so he can wrap his lips around your nipple. He sucks softly, moaning as he does.

His mouth is warm and wet, sucking you so good that goosebumps cover your skin.

With a soft slurp, he releases your nipple to worship your other one.

"Feels so nice", you let him know, combing your fingers through his hair lovingly.

"Could do this for hours", he whispers and takes your swollen nipple inside his hungry mouth.

Not that he will do this for hours, not tonight. Not when you are naked and aching for his mouth. And not when he wants to taste you like nothing else. So much in fact, that he physically has to force his lips to go slow. If he allowed his instincts to control his body, he would already be smothered by your pussy, but he doesn’t. He forces himself to go slow, to kiss all over your stomach and to really take time to feel you shiver under his fingertips.

You grow more restless when he begins kissing your sensitive spots on your lower stomach. You want him between your legs so fucking bad.

"Please", you try quietly, placing your hand on his head and parting your legs further.

Jungkook has his hands on your lower back, sneaking a glance up at you.

"You're so beautiful", he whispers, kissing your inner thigh.

Your lips part in a gasp.

"My pretty wifey", he sighs as he kisses down your thigh, closer and closer to his favourite spot. Breathing becomes oh so hard the closer he gets.

Just one turn of his head and Jungkook's lips hover right above your pussy. You can feel his hot breath swirl against you, riling you up to the point that it aches.

"Fuck you're so warm, I can feel it against my lips", he rasps.

You roll your hips up, but Jungkook moves right with you, keeping up the distance.

"Jungkook please", you stress, twisting his hair.

"Don't stress me baby", he taunts, carrying cockiness in his voice, "remember when you said that last night? Hm?"

"That was ages ago and you were being impatient."

"Oh? And you aren’t?" he throws back, chuckling lazily.

"No, I’m in pain", you whine, cracking him up even more.

"Poor baby, she's in pain", he lets his eyes flit up, "I was in pain too last night."

"Oh my god Koo", you groan, tugging at his hair harshly, "you came down my throat twice. I can’t believe you're bringing this up now when I was so good to you."

Jungkook laughs his signature little shit laugh.

"You're so cute", he says, closing his arms around your waist tightly and forcing your pussy on top of his tongue in the process.

"Yes! Ah god! Yes", you moan loudly, throwing your head back.

Jungkook snorts and breaks away just to laugh again, gazing up at you with love drunk eyes.

"What?" you whine.

"You're so loud", he snickers, "I haven’t even started."

"Shut up", you pout, "you're so mean."

"Don't get me wrong, I love it. Keep going", he says, burying his face back in your pussy with a playful growl.

He sucks on your clit all while holding your waist oh so tightly, applying even more pressure on your sensitive pussy that way.

You wanted to be quiet for the sake of being sulky, but forget about it instantly. You throw your head back and moan loudly, reaching down with your other hand to twist even more of his hair.

Jungkook answers you with another muffled growl, releasing your clit just to lick her with his wet, eager tongue. His fingers are dimpling your sides, his arms are tensing as he holds you oh so close. He is so goddamn into this.

He may have teased you about your volume, but that was just because he loves teasing you in general. In reality, he loves nothing more than getting you so good that you can’t help but be loud. Oh, when that happens Jungkook wants to eat your pussy like it’s his last fucking meal.

He moans hungrily, nuzzling his nose into you in sync with his eager lips sucking on your clit.

You flinch into him, feeling your arms shake in exhaustion. It’s getting really freaking difficult to keep yourself up when Jungkook is going crazy between your legs.

"You demon", you croak out, "fuck."

The curse word rolls over your tongue aggressively, forcing a series of reactions to run through your body. First you arch your back, then you roll your hips up and then Jungkook has the audacity to release your clit when she is pulsating in sensitivity only to flick his tongue over her quickly.

His name feels like religion as it rolls over your tongue. You fall to your elbows, letting your left leg drop against the backrest of the sofa while your right leg just kind of plops against the sofa cushions.

Jungkook growls your name, using the new position to pull you closer. His strong arms force your lower back to arch off the cushions just so he can tighten the hold on you.

Now he has you pinned against him, using his entire mouth to devour you.

"You're seriously crazy. What the actual fuck?" you press out between gasps. Your entire body wants to writhe and squirm.

Jungkook agrees with a moan and his tongue forcing its rightful way into your pussy. He feels your ring of muscle convulse around him in sync with your fluttering breaths. He looks up, realising that he can’t see much more than your throat and chin now that you have your head thrown back as far as possible. He can also look at your tits and he thinks that they look goddamn stunning. Fuck, if he wasn’t so lost in your sweet taste, he would suck on them until the skin is tender and you know that he loves you like crazy.

He slips his tongue free, slurping terribly lewdly. There is just so much sweetness for him between your legs and he can only be nasty to get all of it.

You seem to appreciate his bad table manners, writhing in his hold as sweet giggles break up your constant moans.

Jungkook chuckles right with you, feeling a trillion butterflies flutter in his stomach. He seriously feels like flying. Jungkook loves making you laugh. It makes him so happy because he knows that you are happy too and there is nothing better in this world. But when he can make you moan and laugh at the same time? Ohoho Jungkook feels on literal drugs when that happens. Pair it with the fact that you get even wetter because of it and Jungkook swears he could lift the entire world.

So he does. He lifts your hips, smothering his face with your pussy.

"Oh fuck, Kook", you moan, falling to your back as your arms officially give up on you.

"Shoulders", his voice is muffled and vibrates against your pussy, but you know what to do.

You swing your legs over his shoulders, forcing him to moan desperately.

He lifts your hips higher, taking your clit between his swollen lips. He sucks on her, whimpering oh so needily as his hips are fucking into the sofa quickly.

"Baby…holy fuck", you croak, squeezing your thighs around his head in a panicky attempt to survive his hungry mouth.

Jungkook growls and begins changing between harsh sucks, sloppy licks and nasty slurping. It starts off as clear moments where each movement can shine, but soon turns into one maddening mess of one.

You arch your back, helping him with lifting your hips even higher. You have to hook your legs behind his head or else you would have slipped. Jungkook's hearing stops working now that you are stealing it with your thighs right against his ears. Now all he can hear is the very faint sounds of you drowning in pleasure and his own sounds. Fuck, he thinks, that’s how nasty I sound? He is so loud and wet in his sounds that he should be embarrassed, but he can’t, not when you are dripping on the sofa and taste so goddamn good.

"Jungkookpleasefuck", your words reach him in one muffled jumble. He solely knows to lift his gaze because your thighs begin to tremble around his head.

He feels his cock throb at the view. You have your face hidden behind both your hands as you rub it almost desperately helplessly. He knows what that means. You are so close that you can’t think straight anymore.

Now Jungkook has to decide whether he wants to be a sadist and deny you right when you think it is safe to fall, a complete demon and let you cum only to pull back and let you squirm in a ruined high or be a sweetheart and let you cum on his tongue.

All three options sound like paradise to him. He knows that you will hate him for option one but will thank him later when he finally gives it to you, he knows that option two will make you cry and that you will tremble so cutely and that option three will give you the most intense satisfaction ever and make him feel like heaven.

Jungkook furrows his brows and pulls you closer. He decided. He is going to make you cum.

What he hadn’t expected however, was just how good he will make you cum. It starts off with aggressive shakes and uncontrollable convulsing before one flick of his tongue releases a wave of sweetness all over his face.

"Oh god, sorry can’t stop fuck, fuck, fuck", you apologize as you shower him in your wet orgasm.

Jungkook swears he could cry. He may have been surprised at first, but that is truly everything he wanted. To make you feel so good that you are squirting on his face.

He feasts on it religiously until even the last of your sweetness is coating his throat and you begin writhing in discomfort.

He drops your hips, letting your legs slip from his shoulders.

"Holy fu-uck", you press out, panting heavily.

Jungkook lifts his head, feeling your high drip from his chin. You look fucked. So fucked in fact, that you haven’t even noticed yet that he lifted his head. You flinch in your aftershocks, shivering unbearably.

"Baby, holy fuck", Jungkook presses out, holding your waist in his tattooed hands, "you're shivering like crazy. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, you just-", you swallow heavily, "holy fuck my soul left my body", you say, shivering aggressively.

"Same honestly", Jungkook says, laying himself on top of you.

"Oh?" you tense your thigh, "since when's your cock out?"

"Don't know, I think it happened when I fucked the sofa", he says and laughs breathily, "my briefs are barely even on."

He isn’t lying. He managed to fuck them off himself to the point where they sit right under the base of his cock, pressing against his veins painfully.

"Fuck baby", he says, "it hurts so much, I just wanna be free."

"Then undress, I want you naked. Hear me?"

"Yeah, hear you", he answers hastily and works quickly to take off his briefs. He throws them far away, hitting one of your indoor palm trees with them.

You both look at it, watching it bounce of the leaves before landing in the dirt.

"Seriously? I watered it this morning. Now it’s gonna be dirty", he whines.

"It's what you get from throwing it like a madman", you giggle.

Jungkook looks at you with a grin.

"You gotta admit it was a good throw", he says.

"I guess it was impressive", you say with your lovedrunk eyes running over his face, "fuck Kook, come down here."

Jungkook obeys, lowering himself to his elbows.

He closes his eyes when you cup his face and run your thumbs over his wet chin.

"Sorry for squirting, I should have warned you."

"Don't", he says, giving you a loving gaze, "it was the hottest shit ever."

"You're literally crazy though, like couldn’t you have made me cum a little less intense?"

Jungkook smirks, shaking his head.

"I told you I'll make this the best evening ever. I'll make you cum ever harder next time", he says, painting a smile on your lips.

"I seriously married the best man", you whisper, running your fingers over his lips, "you know that I love you like crazy, don’t you?"

Jungkook smiles, kissing your fingers before leaning his cheek into your palm.

"I love you too ___", he says, turning his head to first kiss your palm and then your wrist.

He lifts his head and lets out a deep breath through his nose, giving you a boyish smirk.

"I'm so horny though, just saying but I kinda wanna fuck you", he murmurs with a cute pout and big puppy eyes, making you giggle.

"You dork, course you can fuck me. We still have to try out something, remember?"

"So you still wanna try?"

You nod your head, "after that head you just gave me even more. I want you so bad."

"I want you too. Fuck ___, I seriously ache for you", he says, gripping your hip strongly.

He moves his hips against you, grinding his cock right on your pussy. It glides through your folds and forces sparks to course through your clit.

Both your breaths shudder in reaction.

"Feel how hard I am?" he asks.

"Yeah", you sigh, grabbing his butt desperately.

"Shit, baby", he laughs lazily tilting his head back for a short second, "I seriously almost came on the sofa. You can’t even imagine how hard it was to hold back."

His words rile you up so good. You squeeze his ass, parting your legs oh so far.

"Slip inside, I’m serious", you order.

Jungkook nods his head and reaches between your bodies to align himself with you.

"Ready?"

"So ready", you say, pushing at his butt to get him to move.

Jungkook slips in, going oh so slow. He lingers at your entrance at first, fucking his cockhead right past your sensitive ring of muscle repeatedly.

You scratch down his ass and moan. This feeling will never get old. Being filled up by his veiny cock. This is all there is. Oh, if only he wouldn’t go that slowly.

"You tease.." you groan.

"I'm going insane. You’re stretching around me so well. Fuck, fitting right around me. Feel how thick my cockhead is, hm?"

"Yeah, so thick. I'm so stuffed."

"Yeah you are, shit baby I'm plugging your sweet pussy right up."

"Koo", you mewl, closing your eyes. Hearing him talk like this scrambles your brain.

"Don't close your eyes, look at me."

You peel your eyes open, locking eyes with him. He basically fucks you with just his gaze, scrambling your brain even more.

"There we go. Let me watch your eyes go out of focus as I fill you up", he orders and finally lets his cock glide deeper into you.

You can feel it happening, your gaze becomes droopier and droopier the deeper he goes. Jungkook's own gaze is faltering more and more the farther he slips into you.

"There we go baby, there we go. Look at me, you’re the prettiest when you look like that", he praises, having to moan softly.

"You're filling me up so well", you whisper, holding onto the back of his neck.

Jungkook furrows his brows, blinking rapidly. He presses out a curse and laughs in disbelief.

"Fuck, it’s so hard to look at you", he confesses.

"Feels good for you?"

"I'm in paradise baby. Fuck", he moans and chuckles lazily, curling his lips back to give view of how he grinds his teeth right in time with when his hips begin rocking into you.

"You're so hot, Kookie", you whisper, "I love the face you make when you fuck me."

"Yeah, currently trying not to cry", he says and moans breathily, fluttering his lashes.

"So good?"

"The best", he studies your face and cups it aggressively, "oh baby, you’re the best", he croaks, pulling you into a deep tongue kiss.

You pull him oh so close, kissing him back as passionately as possible. It happens naturally that his hips become faster now that you are losing yourselves in this kiss. Oh how far gone you are, how lost you are, how impossible it seems to escape. And yet you aren’t scared, pulling each other closer to stumble even further into the unknown. You have each other after all and like that, being lost doesn’t sound that bad.

You lock your legs behind his thick thighs, rolling your hips into him in the perfect rhythm to complement his movements.

"___", Jungkook says your name as if it was his favourite word, "fuck", he drops his forehead against yours, "that’s incredible. Keep doing that."

"You're so close like this", you whisper, giggling.

"Yeah", he smiles softly, "so close", he sighs, feeding you his entire length in a deep thrust.

You gasp and gasp again when he stays buried just like this, drawing hearts with his hips.

"So deep, feel it? That’s how close I am."

"Oh god Koo, please don’t stop", you whimper, squeezing his head between your hands.

"I won’t, hear me?"

"Hear you, yeah", you sigh, tilting your head to kiss him again.

Jungkook kisses you back gladly, taking your right hand to press it into the cushions right next to your head. He intertwines his fingers with you, squeezing your hand softly.

He puts his back muscles in the movements too, flexing and relaxing them skillfully to really show you all he has to offer. And he has a lot to offer. You married the best man after all and nobody can fuck like he can.

You squeeze his hand and with an arch of your back, you reach down with your unoccupied hand to dig your fingers into the sculpted muscles of his butt.

The kiss breaks because you had to moan his name.

Jungkook has his eyes closed, chasing your closeness by rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek.

"Love that", he whispers and flexes his ass just for you.

"Me too. You have the best butt."

"No, you", he throws back, using his abs to pull his hips back in order to return to the smooth movements of before. Now he isn’t buried as deep anymore, but instead you feel him everywhere again. Feeling it this quickly after having him so deeply inside you, is heaven.

"Please Koo, don’t stop please."

"I won’t princess", he promises and squeezes your hand, "you've got me. You’ve got all of me."

You squirm, feeling oh so good.

"Choke me please", you beg quietly.

Jungkook peels his eyes open, studying your blissed out features. He slows down his movements, which forces your eyes to open as well.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yeah", you tilt your head back, "please try it. I feel ready."

"I love you, ___", he says because he needs to tell you in case everything goes wrong.

"I love you too, Jungkook", you answer him, grabbing his wrist because he is still faltering. You place his hand on your throat, gasping at the weight of it.

Jungkook squeezes your hand just in sync with you, exhaling shakily as if he was the one being so close to getting choked.

"How are you doing?" he checks in.

"So good", you sigh.

"I'll apply pressure now. Say stop when it gets too much."

You nod your head, caressing his wrist, "I'm ready."

Jungkook squeezes down on your veins as gently as he can, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

"What was that?" he gasps, pulling his hand away quickly.

"God Kookie", you pull him back with a giggle, "you're more nervous than I am. Relax, I'm fine."

"Can you blame me? I don’t wanna trigger you", he says with big eyes.

"You won’t, I trust you unconditionally."

"Really?"

"Blindly even" you whisper, giving him a soft smile.

Jungkook relaxes, eyes softening and fingers resting themselves around your throat again. He squeezes down softly without warning you first because this time around he knew that you were comfortable. And he was right, you feel so good now that he is squeezing down on your veins.

With a shaky breath slipping past your lips, you wrap your fingers around his wrist.

"How's that?" he asks in a soft voice, eyes racing over your features nervously.

"A little stronger please."

He makes the faintest difference, hips faltering now that he puts so much attention into your wellbeing.

"Stronger."

A little more and a shaky moan from you.

"I feel like this is too strong”, he says, wanting to pull back but you stop him with a squeeze around his wrist.

"Don't let go please."

"Are you sure? How are you doing? Are you okay?"

"I'm so okay, oh Jungkook…" you smile, "...I'm not scared anymore."

"You're not scared?" Jungkook asks in a shaky voice.

You let out a relieved laugh, shaking your head.

"It worked Koo, I’m not scared anymore. It, it doesn’t remind me of it anymore."

Jungkook squeezes your hand and whimpers.

"Baby", he presses out.

You kiss him oh so deeply, laughing as you do. Jungkook hugs you, forgetting all about choking you for now. The happiness is just far too big. He needs to hold you, kiss you and bask in this happiness with you.

"I'm so happy for you, holy fuck I'm so happy", he says with his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

"Me too, I’m so happy. Oh Koo", you choke out.

"I love you, holy fuck I love you so much", he presses out, cradling you closer while his hips begin rocking into you deeply.

"I love you too, I love you like crazy", you answer him in a relieved giggle.

This is one of the happiest moments you and him have ever shared. For years you were scared of choking because of what happened to you in this one alleyway. For years you had days where you felt really guilty because you knew Jungkook would love to choke you during sex and you couldn’t give it to him. And now it’s not scary anymore. You can enjoy it again. You aren’t scared anymore. Jungkook helped you get over the fear.

"Holy fuck darling", Jungkook lifts his head, giving view to his happy tears running down his cheeks, "I love you so much, I’m so happy."

"I love you too", you say and sob softly.

Jungkook cups your cheek, wiping your tears away.

"It's okay, it’s okay", he soothes you, spilling more tears now that he sees just how happy you are.

"Sorry, I’m so relieved Kook. It’s finally gone."

"I know. Oh baby, I’m so relieved too. That’s all I wanted for you. Fuck, I wanna cry."

You place your hands on his shoulders.

"Do it again Koo please."

He nods his head enthusiastically, placing his hand around your throat gently.

"Like this?" he asks, squeezing down just as he did before.

"Yes", you sigh, "please don’t stop. Oh god Kookie, I’m so happy."

"Me too", he croaks, dripping tears on your cheeks. He speeds up his hips in the desperate need to fuck you like you deserve, "holy fuck baby, I’m so happy."

Now he has it again. He has you gripping his wrist as he can feel your heartbeat race under his fingertips. He missed it so much. Now bear in mind, there was not even a second in your relationship where he blamed you for your fear or worse, was disappointed that he couldn’t choke you during sex. Sex with you is holy to him and that meant that choking became just as much of a hard limit for him as it was for you. But holy fuck, he feels like screaming in happiness now that he knows you feel so comfortable and happy with this. He was so scared that tonight would end in you having to use your safeword because he triggered you. And it didn't come true. Jungkook sobs softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I love you, I love you, I love you", he chants as he fucks you oh so deep, feeling your throat under his hand, "I love you, I love you", he sobs and laughs, making sweet love to you with all his heart.

You soon retort to moaning out pitched noises and whimpers of his name. You feel high. He cuts off your blood flow just enough that your head feels comfortably dizzy. Oh so loving and tender he turns your brain into mush. Oh so loving and tender, just like everything he does. Your strong man, who treats you with such tenderness and love. Not for a second you doubted your own decision for tonight and him. Not for a second your trust in him faltered, because there is no other person you trust as much as your husband.

"It feels so fucking good", Jungkook presses out shakily.

"So good", you agree, letting your hands slip to his chest. One flick of your fingers over his nipples and Jungkook shudders with his entire body.

"Please don’t stop", he presses out, tilting his head back.

"More Koo" you beg, encouraging him by twisting his heavy piercings.

His fingers work skillfully, tilting your head back first before pressing down on your pulse point. It’s like he never even stopped, knowing exactly what to do.

"Oh", you get out then your mouth falls open in a desperate gasp. It feels so good.

"Holy fuck baby, your pussy's so tight now", he has to growl, furrowing his brows in that sexy manner of his. It makes him look so pissed off and yet so incredibly hot. But you know your husband better, he isn’t angry, he is so goddamn into what you are doing. Pussydrunk and pleasure dumb. That's what this look means.

"Don't stop, you’ll make me cum", you plead, tugging harshly.

He flinches, "fuck", he spits then laughs almost mockingly crazy, "you too, shit my nipples are sensitive."

He peels his eyes open, studying your glowing face. The happiness you exude goes straight to his sensitive cock.

"How's the pressure? Still good?"

You nod your head, "still good. No. Better. So much better."

Jungkook drops his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes locked on your face even if his vision is blurry in closeness.

Like this he can feel just how ragged you are breathing. Your pulse speeds up even more under his fingertips and Jungkook swears in this moment he feels eternal.

"So tight, fuck baby you're so goddamn tight."

"It…feels….so…good", you barely get out, swallowing heavily under his strong hand. You begin to rub your palms over his nipples because anything else requires too much brain which you currently don’t have.

"Yeah that, yes baby yes. Keep doing that", Jungkook says and growls softly, "your touch is driving me insane. Fuck, your heartbeat."

"My heart…beat", you repeat, feeling your body fall into this distinct warmth you remember from all those times he did choke you. Years back in your beginnings when life on the road was your daily routine and you weren’t plagued by the memory of this day. You missed this warmth. Holy fuck, you missed it so much.

"Yeah, it's racing like crazy. You can’t even imagine how much I missed this feeling."

"Me…too…"

"Are you close, baby? Your pussy is throbbing like crazy."

"So close…Koo is so good."

"I'm so good", he chuckles then curses under his breath, "can’t reach down right now and touch your clit, wanna do it for me?"

"Ye", you get out, pressing your fingers against your clit to rub her quickly.

You squeak out loudly, ripping your eyes open.

"Koo-Kookie", you stutter.

"Fuck yes, your pussy's so wet. Keep touching yourself. Want you to cum so good."

"Close", you whisper, twisting his nipple piercing which forces his cock to throb inside of you aggressively.

"Same, fuck. You'll make me cum when you let go", he rasps, furrowing his brows in that sexy manner again, "can you do that? Can you make me cum by cumming oh so good?"

"Yeah", you sigh, tensing painfully, "baby so-"

"Soon. I know" he interrupts you, "I can feel you tensing. Your pussy's insane, she's so tight."

You rub your clit harder, twisting his nipple in a desperate attempt to keep him with you. Not that you need to keep him there. Jungkook is doing everything in his power to hold back while at the same time fucking you like you deserve to be fucked. He is craving your high more than you do. Oh, he needs it so fucking bad.

"Jmgnkoo", you babble an attempt at his name and he knows exactly what to do.

He releases the pressure on your neck, forcing all the blood to shoot back into your brain and with it, he throws you over the edge so intensely that you wail up and kick him in the back of his thigh.

Jungkook fucks into you three times and then your high makes him cum just as hard.

"Holy fuck, ah yes fuck", he presses out, growling deeply as he pumps you full of his creamy cum.

He doesn’t stop fucking you until he has you convulsing under him and your pussy is actually pushing him out.

And even then only his own exhaustion is his downfall, if his body was just that tiny bit stronger he would have fucked you to the point of yet another shared orgasm.

He rolls off of you before he can come crashing down on you with his entire body weight. Thank fuck to you and him for buying such a massive couch, he thinks as he stretches his limbs from his body comfortably.

He places his left hand on your tummy, calming down by feeling your racing heartbeat in your lower stomach.

You reach for him too, calming down by feeling his heartbeat throb in his big vein leading to his still softening cock.

"You're insane for fucking the way you do", you say with a hoarse voice.

"You too, like fuck, you're crazy", Jungkook gets out raspily.

You roll your head to the side, watching Jungkook do the same. He smiles at you, caressing your tummy with his warm hand.

You retort it, touching him softly.

"I can't show it right now 'cause my boy is spent, but you have no idea how happy I am for you", he says, voice trembling in the end.

"I'm so happy too, holy shit baby. I can’t believe that it’s finally gone", you roll to your side, shimmying closer to him.

Jungkook lets you rest your head on his arm, closing it around you afterwards.

"Me too, that’s all I wanted for you for years", he says and sniffles.

"Thank you", you whisper.

"For what, baby?"

"Just for…being so happy for me."

"Darling", he says softly, "don’t thank me for that. I'll always be happy for you, you know that. Don’t you?"

"Yeah I do, I just", you place your hand on his chest right where his heart is racing, "I just wanna remind you from time to time that I appreciate your support and that I don’t take it for granted."

Jungkook smiles, flipping to his side just so he can face you and fix your messy curls of hair in the front.

"You're so cute", he says, "I'm seriously the luckiest man ever. Every day I fall deeper for you."

"Jungkookie darling, you’re so cute", you reach up, fixing his sweaty bangs, "me too. I don’t think I’ll ever stop."

Jungkook gives you his cutest, most brightest bunny smile. It makes your heart flutter because he is so handsome when he smiles.

"We gotta rewatch the movie though, I don’t think I have any idea what it was about", he says.

You sneak a glance at the TV. The home screen is looking back at you, letting you know that the movie stopped godknows how long ago.

"Yeah me neither. But then, that was our plan all along", you say.

"Yeah, you’re right. It was a good plan."

"The best plan", you grin goofily, "kinda pissed that we ruined the couch though."

"Yeah I get that", he snickers, "I'll wash it, don’t worry."

You snuggle into him, relaxing when he kisses your forehead.

"Let's do it together. We'll have to deep clean the house for autumn anyways."

"Sounds like a plan", Jungkook says, cradling you in his arms, "I love you, my darling."

"I love you too, my sweetheart."

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