#but smh the heart eyes he still had me throwing
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✰ melting
genre! fluff, sfw.
word count! 2.6k (2,617)
pairing! jisung x fem!reader
tags! sort of a friends to lovers trope, a little bit suggestive but not anything much, jisung and reader are close friends. not proofread again smh
summary! you and jisung try baking together, a little friendly activity with just you two; tension rises. do friends really do these things?
a/n! i am literally going crazy over jisung rn oh my gosh
“jisung!” you shout, staring at the ceiling, not taking your eyes off of it for several long seconds before your friend calls back to you. in his room, taking what he said was an important phone call.
“what?”
“we have a problem!”
“give me a sec,” he shouts back. jisung quickly wraps up his own business before he rushes back into the kitchen. an oven that was still warm, you with an apron on, standing by the counter; you guys were making cupcakes as a fun activity. jisung was helping you, though you both weren’t exactly too good in the kitchen. he’d left for not very long, just a few minutes, and he comes back to see you just as you were when he left. there wasn’t much wrong with the setting. not that he could tell. his mittens— ones for the kitchen— on that same counter, his apron was left on, the cupcakes had barely gotten out as he received that call. what was the problem?
you could practically hear the gears turning in jisung's brain as he tried to think of what could possibly be wrong in this setting. he looks down at his phone, then back at you. the guy shoves it in his back pocket, proceeding to step closer to you by the stove.
“what’s wrong?”
“well, y’know, i was trying to frost the cupcakes.”
“so?”
“do you have a ladder somewhere?”
he gives you a puzzled expression, left eyebrow slightly lifted higher than the other in a face of confusion. “why would you need a ladder now?”
“well,” you start, “if you just look up…”
you point up and you both simultaneously lift your heads, necks at a rather uncomfortable angle. his eyes widen and he looks back at you, shaking his head to get some form of recollection of his own thoughts.
“why is there frosting on the ceiling? no, how is there frosting on the ceiling?!”
“i don’t even know! you know i’m not good in the kitchen!” you retort.
“but i left you alone for barely five minutes?!”
“just, i don’t know, okay?”
he lets out a sigh and then chuckles to himself; chuckles evolve into laughter. what’s he giggling about?
“what’s so funny?” you ask with a suspicion that he’s laughing at you.
“i just didn’t know that anyone could even do that. but i guess with you, you can do anything. even get frosting on the ceiling.”
“loser,” you say back in a— you’ll admit— lame way to ignore his teasing remarks. “i don’t know how to deal with that. so i’m just gonna keep frosting these cupcakes.”
“i should do it,” he suggested. “i don’t want more frosting on my—“
“nope,” you start to cut him off, grabbing the piping bag slightly tighter in your hand. “my job.”
he gives you a stern look, one that says just why, in a jisung way. now his lips are formed into a slight pout, eyebrows furrowed in that little feeling of annoyance within him. why you wouldn’t just lend him the task, he couldn’t comprehend. the urge to snatch it out of your hands when you least expect just to throw you off was getting stronger, but that might make things messier. so instead, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and tries again. “i can take over,” he smiles.
“no,” you reply, voice firm yet gentle. “i can do it myself.” your tongue stuck out just barely from your lips in an expression of focus in the moment, you were going to ice those cupcakes and do it without jisung’s help. why? just to prove you’re more responsible in the kitchen than what showed when he was gone.
that little face of yours when you felt so set on proving you can do something so simple gave jisung’s heart a little flutter, a strange feeling, one he wasn’t quite familiar with. it wasn’t too bad, but he felt himself fighting back a smile and another giggle. maybe it was due to the fact that he thought you were cute, being so committed to the task, or maybe cause he enjoyed the way you reacted when you got it done; letting out an almost inaudible sigh of relief and then moving to the next ‘til you got the dozen finished.
“are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. you nod vigorously, still smiling slightly. he let out a playful scoff and nudged your shoulder, though careful not to mess up your workflow.
“fine. but you should know you have frosting on your face.”
“frosting? on my face?” you pat down your face, everywhere you think of. “how would frosting even get there?”
“i don’t know. i was just joking.”
the guy winces when you punch at his shoulder— not harshly, rather playfully— and puts on a display of fake shock. he grabs his shoulder, rubbing it gently, whining softly. “you wounded me. that’s not what friends do.”
“don’t distract me, friend,” you say back.
he grins and watches you for a moment while you finish up. the guy has this endearing gaze when he looks at you, and he doesn’t realize it until you look back at him after setting down the piping bag and blink those eyes. he realizes he’d been sort of staring.
but man, he can’t help it. you look prettier than usual. but you were just a friend. just a wonderful, amazing, beautiful, awesome friend of his. that he loves dearly. that he wants to purposefully dab that vanilla frosting onto your nose and your cheeks and your lips just to kiss it off.
what?
“no, nevermind. i can’t do that…”
“whatcha thinking so hard about, weirdo?”
“huh?”
“you said a little something just now.”
“huh? sorry, i zoned out.” he shakes his head and looks to the cupcakes once again. you’d done a good job and now he needed to decorate them a bit. that bottle of colorful sprinkles could finally be put to use; rainbow colors, sprinkled by yours truly, jisung. jisung thinks about how crazy he is. well, he can’t deny that at some points in your friendship he considered the idea of taking it beyond just the idea of friends, but he thought he was crazy then; he still thinks he’s crazy now. only cause you’re so out of reach— right there but still just too far.
a sigh.
“was that a workout for you?” you comment on his reaction to something you can’t determine. why’d he just sigh? well, you couldn’t know. you can’t read minds, but you can sure read jisung. his face has that hint of pink and when he looks all focused on that for a reason you can’t determine, something’s on his mind— but what?
“what are you talking about?” he says back with a confused tone yet again.
“you let out a sigh like it was so hard.”
“shut up, dude.”
giggles fill the air, all your own. you’re enjoying the feeling of teasing him and something inside jisung’s gut feels happy too, but he cant pin the reason why down, not now. your laughing, it eventually comes to a stop. jisung smiles sweetly at you, like those cupcakes you were going to eat. he also did his job well, they were sprinkled nicely.
“teamwork!” he exclaims. “we did it!”
“we did it,” you replied back. “and i’m hungry!”
you reach to the roll of tissues in his kitchen and break off two, one for each of you. jisung picks a cupcake for himself, and gives you the one you told him you wanted. “just for you,” he says.
you thank him and he starts eating his cupcake as he watches you, admiring your little smile. you were always so sweet. so sweet and gentle, so kind— maybe he really does love you.
though he is afraid, afraid to mess things up and afraid to listen to his gut feeling that was telling him he likes you because maybe it’s really saying something else. he must be all wrong. all wrong. it doesn’t feel like that, though, because when you take that slow bite of your cupcake and that very tip of frosting dabs itself just barely, to the end of your nose, he feels like making a move. he stares at it for a second before deciding not to. he couldn’t, it’s stupid. the feeling will be gone by tomorrow.
what if it doesn’t?
“you have frosting. on your face.”
“nice try,” you mutter back after swallowing that bite of the cupcake.
“no, really.” jisung’s voice isn’t so playful, it’s more genuine, honest, and laced with something else you cannot decipher. he reaches his hand in, swooping the speck of vanilla from your face on his fingertips. you feel a little surprised that this time he was serious, and feel around your face again.
“is there more?”
“no,” he scoffs, “that was it.” he gives you a smirk and glances to his napkin, and suddenly he doesn’t feel like wiping this off his hands.
silence.
“huh?” you asked yourself softly, a whisper. you weren’t expecting the gesture and it made your heart beat faster.
a smile spreads on his face, one that makes you want to see it more. the smile is just so beautiful to you, well, he really hopes that it does. he licks at his middle finger another time.
“it didn’t lose its flavor. maybe cause you’re sweet too.”
“why would you do that?” you ask, not cause you’re upset or confused— actually, confused, yes— but out of sheer curiosity. jisung chuckles and shrugs, then moves to clean his finger off on the napkin. “i dunno,” he replies, honestly. “i just wanted to.”
a moment passes between the two of you, filled with silence and thoughts and feelings. jisung knows that this is dangerous territory, where you two could become all kinds of complicated; but he doesn’t feel ready to give it up. now he’s struck with the realization that he’s been running away from himself, from feelings that he’s trying to ignore, and yet, they still exist. you’d been doing the same.
oh, but life is good as best friends, would anything further be as great? would it become awkward, silent between you? neither of you are quite sure. and neither of you can ignore it: the tension rising and the thoughts sparking everywhere. he’s scared of everything coming undone, and you’re scared of becoming attached.
“hey,” you break the silence with a quiet voice. he turns to you quickly to respond, then stops when you raise a finger to his lips. “you know stuff like that isn’t what friends do. so why’d you do it?”
his head tilts. “do what?”
“do… that thing. with the frosting.”
“what’s wrong with it?” your friend laughs quietly. “it’s innocent, only a little affection.”
“but,” you start again, “it’s embarrassing.”
“no, it’s not,” he tells you firmly, “it’s just us. y’know? it’s fine when it’s me and you, right?”
your face feels like it’s warming up from embarrassment. this guy is unbelievable. “yeah, i know, but it’s different since we’re…” you wave your hand in the air as you search for the right word. “just, you know what i mean.”
jisung nods and hums, he does know. you don’t need to say anything; because there really is no words for what he feels for you. not much that can exactly describe that feeling that he can’t get over, he’s pretty sure of that. maybe he should just forget about it, pretend it never happened and pretend he doesn’t have feelings for you. it wouldn’t last long anyway, but it could make things a lot easier for everyone around him.
he’s in love with you.
sounds fall into silence between the two of you. neither of you know what to say anymore. or maybe you both do know what to say but you both won’t say it, either. and neither of you knew that the feeling of kissing the other was mutual.
the feeling of sharing an experience like that with you was driving him crazy, but he doesnt show that. he’s imagining it, how your lips would feel. and the taste, oh god, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t a little turned on, okay, just a little. yeah, that’s it.
“jesus christ, jisung, stop daydreaming and finish eating your cupcake already,” you say— just to mess with him— and you hear a small chuckle leave his mouth. he shakes his head a little and mumbles out an apology. but, it didn’t sound like it mattered, he was smiling even more than before and that’s enough for you.
after a few bites you finally tell him you’ve finished your cupcake, you’re gonna go home now. his eyes turn to you, almost begging you not to go, though he nods in agreement. perhaps it was a crucial moment, one where he could say all that he wanted to, but he’d rather keep his mouth shut for longer. he walks you to the door after he gave you half of the batch to keep.
“thank you,” he whispers.
“for what?”
“this,” he explains, “this day, all of it. you were right. the cupcakes were great, baking them is fun. i liked watching you eat them. i liked eating them myself. it was fun. it was so fun.”
your cheeks grow warm at his words. you look at your feet, down at the floor, trying to find something to say that doesn’t sound dumb. “it was fun. i had a nice time,” you murmur softly.
the two of you stand there in front of each other, not moving. you don’t know why, but it was tense again. you wondered if you should say something else.
“oh, y’know what… i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.”
“what?” you ask him softly, looking at him.
“i’m sorry,” he says again, taking you by surprise when he takes your hand in his own. he starts to rub his thumb over your knuckles and presses a deep, chaste kiss to your lips. it wasn’t crazily passionate or anything, but you felt warmth, a new kind of one. it was lovely, really.
it felt different. somehow, it felt like it meant something.
“i’ll text you later,” he whispers, pulling you into a tight hug. jisung rubs your back and your shoulders lovingly, it’s a gentle touch. he lets go of you after a long while, looking at your blushing face. “let’s go,” he mutters with an anxious undertone when he walks you to your car. opening the door for you, you enter your own car and mumble a goodbye, trying to close the door and leave as fast as possible so you can scream and dream all about what just happened, but jisung stops you.
“ji, i gotta go.”
“i know. i just want to let you know i love you.” he averts his eyes and bites his lip, grinning at the nickname, plus other things on his mind right now. his cheeks flush pink as you stare at him and you realize something. he likes you. he has for a long time now. he wasn’t looking at you when he said that, but he hopes you heard him well. and you did.
“i love you too,” you reply bashfully. he looks back at you and laughs nervously before pinching at your cheek.
“see you. get home safely,” your friend nods.
well, he’s not much of a friend anymore.
it feels good. were you worrying for nothing?
both of you said your goodbyes, so you start up your car. he watches as you wave and drive off, and he stands outside for a bit longer than he should. he longs for you. has he got you now? upon entering his home again, jisung shuts the door behind him. realization settles into him once more and he melts.
you gotta like him back, right?
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ೀ Stepdad! John wick x reader pt 2
Summary: after last week's encounter all you can think about was how it all started between you and your step dad John. (5k words)
TW: Stepcest. Strong language. NSFW. Large age gap.
Note: hii lovies <3 I know it’s been a long time, but who knew applying to college would be harder and more tiring than ACTUALLY being in the college smh.
It’s been months since you and your now step dad have started the problematic relationship between the two of you. At first you hated him… but now… all you can think about is that fateful day
when it all first started…
….
you had just got out of school.
you and your best friend Cassie, were walking out of the school building waiting outside to be picked up by y’all’s respected parents.
The wind is blowing , making you shiver a bit.
“I’m so damn happy today is Friday, what are you doing tonight?” Cassie asked while staring at the other kids walking off into each car.
“I don’t know honestly, probably playing sims 4 all weekend… the usual”
you say as you sigh.
“I know it’s like we are finally in high school and there are no parties to ever go to when you need them.”
Cassie complained whilst checking her phone.
You scan the place before speaking.
“I know right, like you see in every teenage movie they have some sort of glow up and go to a party and somehow end up almost sleeping with their crush until the nerdy boy they hated then befriended is there somehow, and they decide to run off with him.”
you ramble on about whilst still standing there waiting to be picked up.
“No cause it’s the fact you know the plot of every 80s movie by heart”
Cassie says as you chuckle.
“I guess it’s another win for the virgins this week”
Cassie says sarcastically,
You start to tap your foot while analyzing the kids going in and out the building, as you feel a bit antsy at the thought of finally going home.
you see a black car pull up and instantly realize it’s your stupid step dad. Only one person has that type of nice car you just can’t not remember.
Ever since your mom started prioritizing your step dad over you, you've disliked the man ever since.
John wick… what a name… rolls right off the tongue if you think about it hard enough…
you let out a big sigh and roll your eyes.
He finally pulls up,
“Bye pookie”
Cassie says as you lean in to hug her goodbye.
You start walking over to the car,
“Text me!!” you called out one last time while getting into the passenger seat,
your step dad pulls off, as you're still situating yourself in the seat.
You throw your book bag in between your legs.
“Hey John…” you said awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“Hey kiddo, how was school?”
He asked while patting your thigh.
you freeze a bit, your thoughts racing as you realize what he just did.
His huge muscular hands compared to your thigh.
you instantly start to blush and turn your head towards the window so he can’t see your whole face lighting up in embarrassment.
you didn't want to admit it but you kinda liked the attention….
“ NO! You can’t…
You can’t… you hate him… but do I reall- yes you must ! It’s because of him your mother never has time for you anymore”
you thought to yourself, trying to reason with yourself whether you should like John or not.
“Wouldn’t you like to know…”
you replied with a scoff, and continuously stare out the window trying not to pay any attention to the man.
He sighs, opening his mouth preparing to speak…
It takes a few minutes for him to reply, you could see the sadness in his expression.
“I… look… I know you're not happy your mother and I are getting married but I promise I’m not trying to destroy your relationship with your mother… We both care about you deeply.
I just wish you’d open up more,
Now that I’m your step dad I just want what’s best for this family.”
He lectured, while continually driving.
Where? God knows.
you rolled your eyes, and scoff turning your head to look at him.
“Since you wanna know so bad, it was pretty okay. Kinda boring but other than that, I got a 98 on the math test we took today.”
you replied without giving any thought to what he had just said.
“Good job, kiddo” he gave you a small grin, and patted your upper thigh.
you couldn’t help but feel some sort of energy … not the normal kind.
But you decided to just shrug it off cause it’s out of your reach, you’ll let this pass.
“ how about we go get something to eat to celebrate, a little father and daughter bonding time. it’s on me.”
you nod your head as a response and pop in an earbud.
You connect your earbuds to your phone and turn on
“Swallowed my key” by slater.
32 minutes later y'all end up at The Cheesecake Factory.
You sit there in the parked car registering how and why your step dad whom you hardly know just took you to your favorite restaurant,
You both step out of the car and start walking towards the door.
He ends up at the door first and opens it for your.
“Ladies first!” he chuckles.
“You’re such a geek.” you scoffed and walked inside.
you walk over to the desk waiting to be seated,
John followed close by.
It turns out John was taking y'all there anyways and had already called ahead for a reservation.
He tells the desk man his last name, the waiter picks up two menus and tells y’all to follow him.
y’all finally arrive at the table.
Yall both sit down and the waiter pulls out his notepad, placing 2 straws down on the table.
“What would you two like to drink?”
Asked the man with a big grin.
“I’ll have a water with extra lemon”
Replied John with a sour face.
“I’ll have a sprite”
You answer while playing with the straw on the table.
“Perfect, I'll have those out as soon as they're done!”
The waiter turns to look at you and winks.
He finally walks away.
you could tell John saw what the waiter had done and now he’s all pissy.
“Sooo… what cheesecake do you want when we’re done ?”
John asks awkwardly… trying to break the ice.
“Oreo…”
you say plainly scrunch your lips up, and look around at your surroundings.
“Great choice!”
He replies with a reminiscing grin of assurance.
you could tell he wants to get closer to you but you just can’t… you hated how he came in between you and your mom.
You’re spaced out in Thought until John broke the silence by clearing his throat and stroking his beard in thought as well.
you were a bit startled but you couldn't help but stare at him… the longer you observed him the more reason you understood why your mom wanted to bag the man, I mean Christ…. His phyzic, his raven black hair… his dangerous ey-… you shake your head at the thought of you starting to like your step father…
“I mean yeah he was handsome, but… maybe… just maybe I was misjudging him… “
He finally realizes you are staring at him, he flashes you a bright smile.
you decided to flash him one back.
“You know… your a very pretty girl”
He compliments you while chuckling and looking away from your eyes in embarrassment.
You could tell his cheek were red and flushed,
“Thank you…”
you honestly started to blush until you realized he’s literally your moms fiancé, and your step dad.
No matter how much you couldn't stand either of them you would never…
Maybe… just maybe…
Y’all sit in silence until the waiter arrives,
And place the bread and drinks in the middle of the table.
“Are y’all ready to order?”
The waiter announces while holding onto his notepad and pen waiting to jot down the orders.
“Uhhh yes”
John mutters then tells the man his order.
you could tell John was staring into the poor man’s soul with Ill intent.
you couldn’t lie, it kinda made you blush at how possessive he was over you.
You kinda liked this side of him.
you thought to yourself until you realized the waiter had handed a piece of paper to you.
John quickly snatched it out of your hand and crumbled it, placing it in his pocket.
He places his knuckles in front of his mouth and clears his throat.
“You won’t be needing that...”
you wince at John with confusion and anger.
He’s already taken plus he’s not even my real father… Why does he get to play god with my love life?
Just as you started to open up he pulls this.
you got annoyed and hesitatingly tell the waiter your order, as he’s jotting it down,
He then walks off with a confused and frozen face.
“Why did you do that… he could’ve been a nice guy.” you complain to John while pouting.
“You don’t need distractions from father and daughter bonding time.”
John replied with a smile and pats your hand which was was reaching for
a piece of bread.
“If you saw so..”
You roll your eyes at his reply.
He got sick and tired of the silence between you too so he decided to ask you random questions about yourself to break the ice.
“What’s your favorite artist…”
you looked him dead in the eyes and you realized he’s serious about this.
you sigh and comply with the chitter chat.
“Lana del Rey, maruex, the smiths… the usual.”
you reply, trying not to sound too boring.
“Ahhh yes the smiths that brings me back, I actually met Johnny murr”
He replied while reminiscing.
“No way!! That’s so cool…. I hope that didn’t sound sarcastic”
you giggle
“But genuinely that’s cool as fuck.”
He chuckles and tilts his head.
“He was a pretty cool guy not gonna lie.”
He replied
“What’s YOUR favorite artist?”
You asked whilst staring into his beautiful dark brown eyes.
you wanted to know about him… you hated to admit it but the fact he’s actually taking time to know you actually makes you a bit sympathetic again.
He was so perfect, so mysterious you couldn’t even be mad at him for too long.
Also not to mention I’d be awkward to make a fool of yourself…
“Why do I care about this all the sudden…”
you thinks to yourself, a bit conflicted at how you feel about the man.
“Well… it’s a pretty hard question but probably… the talking heads…”
“Amazing pick choice !! I love their one song,
psycho killer, but once in a lifetime is also really good!”
you enthusiastically replied, you could never pass up a good conversation about music you enjoy.
“You have amazing taste sweetheart.”
He grinned.
you instantly started to blush, you can’t believe he called you that, I mean he’s your step dad of course it has no romantic meaning behind it… but you kinda wish it did.
“Favorite show?”
He asked, tilting his head and clearing his throat yet again.
“Ermmm probably what we do in the shows… it’s my favorite!! I always loved the thought of vampires”
you replied while smiling at the thought of him being so interested in your interests … you hated it but he had this.. energy when you’ve been around him long enough,
Almost like you're hypnotized.
The waiter finally came back with the food.
About time…
After eating your meals and taking your desserts to go y'all finally walk out of the restaurant,
As you're going down the steps he reaches to grab your hand.
You decide to comply not to make it an awkwardly uncomfortable experience.
He digs in his pocket to grab the car keys to unlock the car,
he walks you over to your side of the car and opens the door for you.
you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture…
It’s the small things that count.
you hop in and wait for him to get in.
“Thank you John…”
You smile while buckling in your seat belt.
“Your welcome princess.”
The way he says it comes naturally off his tongue.
“Can I play some music?”
You tilt your head as you ask.
“Yeah sure go ahead, princess.”
He replied handing you the aux cord,
You instantly pull out your phone and connect it, it takes you a while but you then decide to play,
“Burning desire” by Lana del rey.
About 30 mins later y'all arrive home, you get unbuckled and grab your stuff to exit out of the vehicle, when he grabs your hand and pulls you to stay in the car a bit longer.
y'all sit in the car for a bit in silence for what feels like forever, you could tell John wanted to say something but was nervous to say it.
Hell It made you even more nervous.
He sighs and turns his head, taking initiative and leans in to kiss you,
After a bit You realize what’s going on, the cute pet names, the way he was so protective, it finally all made sense.
You snap out of it and realize this is real… you're actually kissing your hot step dad, you decide to deepen the kiss.
John puts his hand to cup your cheek.
He finally breaks the kiss and looks at you, staring at him always gives you butterflies now you're only inches apart.
you're dazed… did you really just kiss your step father… outside of the house… what if your mom saw!?
“I’m sorry… I just had to let that out.”
John confessed while looking straight ahead trying to not look at you, he felt a little bad for the sudden kiss but he just wanted to let you know how he genuinely felt.
The passion he felt for you all thought he knew it was wrong.
“… honestly I liked it…”
you confessed sheepishly, still shocked at the encounter.
You grab his hand before he could move once more, you decide to quickly reach over to his side to kiss him one last time on the cheek.
“John… we should really get inside before mom gets suspicious.”
He lifts his hand up to his cheek to where you kissed him.
In a bit of a daze he smiles at you.
He looks around for a bit, still a little nervous on what his next move was.
John grabs both of your food and opens his door to hop out.
You collect your items and open your door making your way to the house door, you stand there waiting for him to follow.
John grabs the keys from his back pocket to open the door, the jiggling keys making you wish you had him all to yourself.
No stupid mom to take him from you.
He finally gets the door open,
your mom comes from the kitchen and greets y’all, she walks over to John.
“I hope you had a good time baby!”
She exclaimed to you whilst grabbing onto John.
You look back and realized they are kissing and laughing,
you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
“What if that was me…”
you couldn’t get the thought out of your head.
you head up the stairs into your bedroom.
you trip over a cord and turn on the light.
Plopping onto the bed and pulling out your phone and started messaging your friends about the encounter.
They all agreed it was extremely strange but whatever he’s hot …
you get up off the bed and decide to shower, after today's endeavors, you need to cleanse yourself.
You pull out your boom box and connect your phone to it,
You turned on
“Les” by childish gambino.
Turning up the volume to half way to not get yelled at by your parents.
You go over to the sink to brush your teeth,
Now going over to the shower.
you start to undress and hop in,
And start doing your routine.
finally done, you decided to turn on some Jonathan Bree to get you in the mood to be alive, you feel numb, the feelings you have for your step dad is not normal but… you can’t help but feel angry, resentment, jealousy, all consuming you.
you dried off and put on a white colored lacy nightgown that went down to your knees.
you go back to the bathroom to do your nightly facial routine.
Until you hear a knock at the door, it’s your mom.
“Hey honey.”
She spoke softly.
“Hey mom…” you replied back awkwardly,
Ever since y’all been distant it’s been so strange to speak to your mom like how you used too.
“How was dinner with John?”
You stopped what you were doing to look at her.
“It was nice, he’s very kind.”
You turn back around and continue your routine.
“I know it’s been a while since we last spoke alone, and I didn’t know how to tell you this but I’m going out of town for a couple days for work. And I want you to be good while I’m gone, it’s only gonna be you and John here. And if anything happens please don’t be scared to tell me.”
You nod your head in agreement.
She walks over to the door
“I love you honey, goodnight I’m going to sleep. Have sweet dreams.”
You nod and
She finally walks out the door, closing it behind her.
You put away your lotions and walk over to the door to
headed downstairs to get a glass of water.
Every step makes you feel weightless just thinking about you and your step father alone all weekend.
you joilt up when you realized your step dad is in the kitchen as well.
He’s leaned against the counter drinking a glass of what looks to be tea.
you walk in, and when he sees you he snaps out of his thoughts.
“Hey…”
He says clearing his throat after taking yet another sip.
“Hi”
You replied monotone.
“What are you doing up so late kiddo?”
He asked you curiously while stroking his beard.
“Grabbing some water…”
You say as you grab a cold water bottle from the refrigerator.
“It’s always good to stay hydrated…Your gown is very pretty.”
John says as he walks closer to you.
“…Thanks…”
you could tell there is an awkward feeling in the air from earlier, you hated it but what’s done is done.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
He asked, looking at you curious with his eyebrows furrowed.
“…. Uhhh sure…. What about mom?”
“Trust me, when she’s sleep, she’s dead asleep.”
“Oh”
you say as you take a sip of water,
John grabs a bag of popcorn and tosses it into the microwave.
you decided to walk over to the couch and take a seat.
He waits for the popcorn to get done and pours it into a bowl, he finally makes his way over to the couch and sits down to the left side of the couch and scoots a bit closer to you.
“… sooo what movie are we watching?”
you grab a bit of popcorn.
He reaches for the remote and turns the tv on flicking through the movies.
“I was thinking of a scary movie.”
“Sounds good.”
you continue to reach for the popcorn.
About half way into the movie y’all both find yourselves cuddling next to each other.
His hand on your knee while your leg is stretched over his lap.
You had the urge to just lean your head up and kiss his handsome face.
But you fight it off, find some dignity you thought to yourself.
you instantly snapped out of your thoughts when you realized there's a sex scene on the tv.
you can’t help but feel awkward at the thought
Of watching this whilst you're sitting next to your step dad of all people plus ealiers encounters, you decided to excuse yourself to the restroom.
As you walked into the downstairs bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror feeling a bit nervous and awkward to even step a foot back into the living room.
you couldn't help but wonder what the sex is like between him and your mom, it makes you sick.
you turn the faucet on and cup the water to splash onto your face… you still feel like you're on autopilot.
Dry heaving over the sink.
A couple minutes go by and you finally talk yourself into heading back, until you realize he paused the movie.
Right in the middle of it.
you awkwardly sit on the end of the couch not wanting to be too clingy, or show any attention to yourself.
He then pats the couch at the spot you were just in to signal you to go back to cuddling with him, you decided to comply and Scoot back and go back to the usual position but this time it was different the air was thicker and you noticed his hand was positioned on the upper part of your thigh instead of your knee.
The sex scene plays out for what feels like forever.
You could tell he was thinking about something the way his breathing is shifted, and heavy.
He starts rubbing your thigh up and down, causing you to freeze.
you looked down and noticed he has a bulge, you couldn't tell if he’s hard or what but the light from the tv screen lights the curve perfectly.
Curious, you decided I’d be a nice idea to tease him, and placed your hand near his boxer shorts.
He adjusted a bit, you look up and notice he’s a bit flustered.
you decided you wanted to see if he’d bite, you just wanted to know if your mom married the sweetest, most faithful man in the world, you wanted to break him, you wanted to see his dark side for once.
you peeked your head up a bit to kiss him on his cheek.
“Thank you for suggesting we watch A movie… daddy.”
He looks at you a bit puzzled, he tries to speak but starts to choke instead.
“I-I”
Was all he could stutter out, the random change of emotion from you was very noticeable and confusing.
you could tell he’s flustered at the nickname.
you decided to go even deeper and placed your hand above his boxers… slowly making your way to his bulge and caressing it.
you couldn’t help but blush at how huge it felt.
He takes a deep breath, you could tell he’s getting even harder just by your touch.
He understands your memo and drags his hand up your body onto your chest, trying not to be too fast, he decides to rub the lower part of your breasts.
At this point it’s driving you crazy, you need him… every inch, you could feel yourself getting wet just thinking about it.
you then made your way back up to the top of his boxers and placed your hand inside gently rubbing his cock, your eyes still on the movie.
you made your way to the tip and you realized he has pre cum already and you haven't even done much.
you bit your bottom lip at the thought of his cock being in your mouth…
“Fuck~” he gently moans, as he tilts his head back.
He finally reached inside your nightgown, flicking your right nipple, every touch making you get wetter and wetter,
He starts making circles around the sensitive buds, causing you to jolt.
Making you want to break down right then and there and drop to your knees.
So you decided to do so, at this point there's no point of return yall both knew y’all had this chemistry.
This secret y’all both could just share… between daughter and step father.
you stands up and gets onto your knees, looking up at John with pleading eyes.
His head nodded in agreement.
you then pull his boxers down to his ankles,
His cock springing up as it’s finally freed from the torture of conseslment.
your eyes widen at how huge it is…
Just earlier you were plotting his murder now you're on your knees begging for your step fathers cock.
you lean in to give the tip of his cock a kiss, your hand grabbing not even nearly the entire thing.
you then make your way to the base and lick it all the way back to the tip, every inch making you crave more.
You start to make out with the base of his cock, the taste driving you crazy, wanting nothing more than to just have his cock be yours and only yours forever.
You then lift your head up a bit to get a good look at it, the thick veiny cock towering over your face, intimidating yet breathtaking.
Losing your virginity to your step father was definitely not on this year's bingo card.
you then place both hands on each side of his cock jerking up and down in soft motions,
Placing yet another kiss on the tip.
Finally opening your mouth to take in his huge length, hardly getting past the tip you're already concerned about how it’s all gonna fit but this is what you wanted… you can’t back away now.
Still placing both your hands around his dick to cover the parts you couldn’t fit around your mouth, you start bobbing your head up and down the length you can take.
Turning him into a groaning mess.
you take it out and let out a soft moan, your left hand tight around the base as your right is pumping it up and down.
your mouth is all covered with spit and pre cum.
His cock was so big you didn’t even know if you could fit it inside your cunt.
Wondering if y’all would even be able to go that far without one of them getting hurt and or getting caught at some point.
you spit on John's cock while continuing to pump his it up and down, he raises his hand to caress your cheek as you slide your tongue along the side of his thick cock.
Savoring every inch,
“Good girl.”
He praises you as you continue to slurp up and down.
you couldn't get enough of it, you just wanted it all to yourself, at this point you resented your mother, how lucky you were to have such a handsome and loving husband but also a big dick in bed and loads of money.
you then take his dick whole again but this time attempting to push yourself further along it, until you're a gagging mess and can’t go further .
He then places his hand on your head and grabs a bit of your hair, forcing you to go up and down at a faster pace, tears streaming down your eyes.
The way he’s looking into your eyes, you could tell he was starving for more… he wants you… every little moan from your pretty little mouth.
He finally let’s go and you pops his cock out your mouth,
Absolutely drooling and mesmerized and heaving for air.
you wanted nothing more but for him to cum deep inside you.
Babies ? you didn’t mind at this point,
Whatever you could do to keep him in your life as much as possible.
“Get up princess”
John ordered.
you obeyed and got up onto your feet, he signals you onto his lap.
you dropped your panties, and slipped out your nightgown.
You climbed onto him placing one arm around his shoulder, the other one caressing his face.
His hands were placed on the sides of your hips.
The movie still playing in the background,
He leans in to kiss you, placing his tongue onto yours.
The taste of each other's saliva combining was enough to make him combust right then and there.
you become more hypnotized as you moan into his mouth, and place sloppy kisses all over his face, he instantly starts groaning whilst grabbing at your ass. And places soft yet firm slaps onto it.
Each bounce makes him wish he could take you right then and there without caring what your mother thinks.
you pause and look into his eyes with despair…
“I need you …. John… please…. Please daddy.”
you beg as you place another kiss onto his lips.
“Are you sure.., what if it hurts… your only so young”
He questions in a worried voice.
“Please...”
He sighs but he complies, he takes his cock and starts gliding it along your wet cunt, causing you to jolt at how good it feels.
The thought of losing your virginity to your step father was just enough to drive you crazy, what would your mother think if she saw y’all like this… she’d be furious.
But fuck it… it’s too late.
John then lines his cock along your tight slit, causing you to cover your mouth from the pain.
He isn’t even half way in until you start biting your lips from how much the pain was.
He decides to leave it there, until you get more comfortable with the length and decide to move on your own.
He didn’t wanna hurt you, that was the scariest scenario to him, not wanting to scare you but also wanting to absolutely destroy your cunt.
He places a kiss onto your forehead.
“You're so beautiful…. ever since I first met you that day, I’ve wanted you.”
He confessed while caressing your cheek with his left hand whilst the right is on your ass.
“To be honest… I resented you because I thought you were trying to steal my mom from me…
But now I can understand why she was so obsessed over you”
Y’all both start to giggle and share another kiss with one another .
“I could never do that to you princess…”
He whispers softly.
you finally decide you are ready to take his full length or… at least try?
As you glide down you can’t help but tear up a bit, whimpering at the pain, John then starts to coax you to make you feel better.
It hurt so bad but felt so good you just couldn’t stop, every inch filling you up in all the right places.
Due to the exstacy all you wanted to do was moan as loud as you could, fuck your mom and her sleep.
John realizes you're too hypnotized to snap out of your own world. He places his mouth on yours, so you’d be able to whimper and moan into his mouth not to wake up your sleeping mother.
you finally reached the end of his full length, grateful that you made it this far, but now you have to go back up.
your eyes tearing up a bit,
Dreading but also enhanced at the feeling of it.
you sit there for a bit just staring into his beautiful dark eyes, whilst rubbing the side of his face.
“You're so handsome…”
you confess.
you then lean in for another kiss,
Your tongues exploring each other yet again, every time making them feel pure bliss.
The way his warm mouth mixes perfectly with yours, was enough to drive you crazy.
You raised his hand up to your left boob and start playing with the bud,
Causing you to moan a bit louder into his mouth.
Saliva dripping from your mouth from the sloppy make out.
You pause and look at his lips how perfectly crafted they are.
How his features just compliment each other so well.
Until you speak.
“Daddy…”
You looked at him with soft eyes.
“I don’t think I can take it all.”
“Shhhh”
He hushed as he reassured you it’s all okay, and you can start when you're ready.
Taking initiative, you lean in for another kiss and start to lift your body up his cock, every part making you teary eyed yet satisfied.
“Oh daddy…”
Y’all start groaning in unison as the friction causes y’all to heat up.
He notices your hair in your face, and moves it aside.
He grins whilst staring at you, you can’t help but blush, the way his eyes Pierce into your soul.
you lead back causing your head to fall back whilst closing them at how good and stimulating it felt to have his cock finally satisfying your urges.
The way it’s so lengthy and huge makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world, you can’t help but feel like it’s a dream from how too good it is to be true.
you fasten your pace, your mouth half way open and drools dripping from your pretty mouth, causing him to groan at the sight.
He makes his hand down to your thigh and reaches your clit, rubbing circles along the sensitive buds causing you to jolt and instantly place your hand on your mouth to stop you from moaning too loud.
Your muffled moans causing him to want nothing more than to cum inside that pretty tight cunt of yours.
The way it’s so wet, you can hear the noise it makes as he’s entering you.
Each flop caused you to Shriek at how he was bruising your young cunt to no return.
“I love you so much daddy”
you say as your practically out of breath panting from the increasing of your pace,
“I love you too kiddo”
He breathlessly blurts out as he’s in pure bliss.
Every thrust made him fall deeper and deeper into lust.
He leans his head towards your chest to
Take one of your nipples into his mouth, causing you to moan, you practically looked mindless the way you were relentlessly riding his cock, mixed with the stimulation of his mouth in your nipple.
Every thrust caused him to want to release his load.
He starts humming to the Rhythm that you created between y’all two.
“Please daddy… fuck…”
you whispered in his ear causing him to close his eyes at the blissful sound and sight of him fucking you.
The sound caused you to become nervous from how loud it was but also not caring anymore.
The ending credit song in the background was just the icing on top.
Times like this you wanted nothing more than to just stay at home for the rest of your life.
you make your way to the base yet again but this time they’ve reached their breaking point, you realize y’all both are finally reaching the point for y'all to both climax you instantly lift yourself off his thick cock, causing him to then cum on your back.
Y’all sit there, dizzy and light headed.
Your brains still foggy from the climax,
John leans in for another kiss, you complied and kissed him yet again,
The way they connected so perfectly melts your heart.
He finally breaks the kiss and peepers one onto your forehead.
“Smart girl…”
He whispers as he gently traces his fingers along your face.
you kiss him softly on his cheek and yawn.
John then realized the movie was finally over.
He picks you up and Carries you up the stairs to your room, he places you onto the bed and cleans you up.
He sits on the side of the bed and leans down the kiss your head,
“Good night princess, have sweet dreams my love.”
He peppers one last kiss and gets onto his feet to head out until you call out for him.
“Please lay with me for a bit… please John…”
you say as you ruffle around in your sheets.
John, with a sigh, makes his way over to the other side, scooting closer to you to cuddle under the covers.
you turn over and look at him, his warm embrace giving your butterflies.
you starts playing with his hair,
“You're so handsome John…”
“Thank you princess.”
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BROKEN PROMISES
title: broken promises
character: steven hyde x reader
warnings: profanity probably I didn't rlly pay attention, mentions of marijuana usage, talking down abt women smh.., jealousy, miscommunication, ZEN MASTERS MENTION
summary: after hyde's fight with your date and his almost admission, nothing had happened between you two. next thing you knew, it was veterans day and someone else had their eye on hyde.
disclaimer: i do not support danny masterson in any way, shape, or form. i just have an attachment to hyde </3 (this is exactly what I said last time I just wanna make sure yall know...)
word count: 2,094
part one
Nothing had happened between you and Hyde since that fight. Your relationship had reached a stalemate.
That didn’t stop you from questioning it.
Your dates had slowly dwindled down, though it wasn’t that you didn’t have options, guys old and new still asked you out, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go out with them.
You wanted Hyde.
Too much to ignore.
Much to your dismay though, someone else had begun pursuing Hyde, someone that you never really could’ve expected. Jackie.
After her and Kelso broke up again because of him hooking up with Eric’s sister Laurie, Hyde had given her lessons on “Zen”. The two’s friendship started to bloom, and Jackie quickly caught feelings.
You couldn’t blame her, and the more you thought about it, they made sense. Despite that, you didn’t like the idea of it. It wasn’t fair, and you knew that, but you just couldn’t help the bitter feelings in your chest when you watched the two.
It was Veterans day, which meant it was time for Red Foreman’s annual party. He was pretty passionate about the day, being a Veteran himself.
Everyone was down in the basement. You were sitting in the chair opposite of Hyde’s, watching as Jackie talked to him while he sat on the washer. “So Steven, isn’t Veteran’s day romantic?”
“Oh yeah, government pawns, and missing limbs. That’s amore.”
“I know, I know!” Jackie placed a hand over her heart. “It’s a day for people in love to have fun together!”
“Man, all this talk of fun makes me wanna have fun… Hey! Let’s throw stuff at other stuff!” Kelso gasped.
Eric perked up, getting off the couch. “Man, that's perfect! I got stuff!!”
“I’m in!”
The two boys went upstairs and you couldn’t fight back your snicker.
Jackie turned back to Hyde. “So, Steven, you wanna go to Mr Foreman’s barbeque with me?”
Before he could answer her, you decided you could not sit and watch this, so, you went upstairs to go throw stuff with Kelso and Eric.
..
You wore a simple (F/C) dress, with your classic jacket. You looked around the front yard, there were a multitude of people that Red and Kitty knew, and a few different people that your friend’s knew, but it was mostly the usual crowd. You knew that Donna’s Dad was having a party, but you liked the Foreman’s house. You’d still stop by though.
You noticed Jackie with a guy you didn’t recognize, and you decided to walk over.
“Everybody, this is Chip, Chip, this is everybody.” Jackie motioned around to the people in the area, that being you, Fez, Kelso, and Hyde.
“Hey everybody.” Chip nodded at you guys.
“Yo.” You nodded, glancing over at Hyde. He looked.. Grumpier than usual. You felt your insides twist, and a brief sense of dread.
Chip told Jackie he’d grab her a drink, then went off. You watched as Jackie walked over to Hyde and you sighed a little, walking over to Kelso and Fez.
Kelso had his arms crossed over his chest as he huffed. “Man, this isn’t fair! Why does some random dude get to bring Jackie to the party?!”
Fez grumbled. “She could do soooo much better.”
You let out a breath. “Right? But it’s just to make Hyde jealous, so chill.”
“That’s not cool though, man!” Kelso whined. “I thought Hyde liked you!! So what’s goin on?!”
“I did too.” You sighed, watching Jackie and Hyde’s exchange.
..
After a little bit you saw Jackie get up, leaving Hyde and Chip alone to talk. You weren’t sure how it went down, but when you passed by, you heard Chip speak.
“She’s a bitch.”
You paused, turning around. Using your context clues, you figured he was talking about Jackie, which pissed you off. You were almost ready to give him a piece of your mind when Hyde said, “Oh no..” And he hit him.
You squeaked, jumping back from the two. “Holy shit!”
Jackie ran over. “What happened?”
“Somethin– Bitch– He–” Hyde looked between Jackie and the very knocked out Chip.
Jackie looked between them before gasping. “He– He called me a bitch and you hit him!”
“...No.” Hyde stared at her, very obviously lying.
“I am the bitch! And you love me!” Jackie looked like she had actual stars in her eyes and you could feel your heart crack. Did he love her?
You needed to get out of there. Maybe a date, maybe something, anything–
“L/N!” Kelso huffed, nudging you.
You blinked. “Huh?”
You looked around, realizing it was night time and you were outside somewhere?
“Get your head in the game, man!”
You remembered now. After talking to Kitty, Hyde came outside and asked Jackie out. Kelso and Fez were upset, and you.. Were hurt. Somehow, some way, the two boys had managed to convince you to spy on Jackie and Hyde’s date. Did you have a momentary lapse of judgment? Probably. But there was no backing out now.
The three of you snuck through the trees, eventually arriving right behind Jackie’s car, where Jackie and Hyde were sitting at the front of it. Their backs were to you, and you couldn’t hear them.
“What are they saying?” Fez tilted his head.
“Don’t worry, I can read lips.” Kelso stared at the back of their heads. “Jackie’s saying.. Wow I really love this date, Hyde!” He put on a high pitched voice for Jackie. “And Hyde’s sayin.. Yeah, totally man, I agree.”
Fez gasped. “Really? They’re having that much fun?”
You put a hand over your mouth, trying to conceal your laughter so as to not get caught. “Kelso, I don’t think that’s what they’re saying–”
When you looked back up though, Jackie and Hyde were leaning in..
You felt your heart drop.
You could’ve thrown up on the spot as you quickly stood up.
“L/N!” Kelso whisper-shouted at you, but you couldn’t sit there. You’d seen all you needed to see.
What you didn’t see though was how when Hyde and Jackie parted from their kiss, neither of them were into it. They gave it a shot, but it didn’t work. In his head, Hyde knew why. He had you in the back of his mind. He had been trying to ignore it for months, playing it cool like he always did, but that wasn’t working. He didn’t like you any less than he did before.
As it turns out, it might’ve been too late.
..
You were going on a date. For the first time in months, you were thinking about a guy that wasn’t Hyde.. Or, well, trying to.
Loyal to your old routine, you were heading to the Foreman’s house to wait for your ride. Your outfit wasn’t much different than your usual ones, but you did look a little done up.
“Hey, L/N.” Donna nodded at you, a lazy smile on her face. Everyone looked pretty high.
They were passing around the blunt, Hyde being the last one who had it. “Wanna hit?” He raised a brow.
You shook your head. “Wish I could, but I’m only gonna be here for a sec. I have a date.” You hummed.
“Really?!” Jackie gasped, looking over. “You haven’t been out in months!”
“Yeah, thought you were giving up the whole meaningless date thing?” Eric tilted his head, looking over at you.
You shrugged, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets. “I was, but, I don’t know. Guess there’s not really a point.” You side eyed Hyde in a way that you thought was sneaky, but unbeknownst to you, he saw it.
Your glare made him sit up a little straighter. He’d seen you when you were mad, but it had never been directed toward him before. What’d he do to piss you off– And more importantly, what did that have to do with you going on a date again?
Kelso looked at you. “Oh heey– By the way, are you good, man? Yesterday after we were watching Jackie and Hyde you ran off and we didn’t see you after!!”
“I told him that you probably had to go to the bathroom.” Fez nodded, sinking into his chair.
You immediately went pale. “Ahah– Yeah, uhm. My bad. I didn’t feel well. But, wowie, jeez, look at the time I gotta go– Bye!!” You quickly called out, going right back out the way you came.
Hyde put his hand over his mouth, mumbling. “Shit..”
It made sense now. You saw him and Jackie, and based on what Kelso said, didn’t stick around long enough to hear how it ended.
What didn’t make sense was why you would care. Why would it matter if he kissed Jackie?
Unless…
Shit.
..
You had been gone for about two and a half hours. Everyone dispersed, and Hyde couldn’t help but be reminded about the night you spent together months prior. This time though, he planned on changing things.
He paced around outside, hoping that the guy you were out with would drop you off the same place he picked you up.
Lucky for him, he was right. A nicer car pulled up, and you got out, exchanging a few words with whoever was in the driver’s seat.
You were happy with the date. It wasn’t anything extravagant, and you didn’t really like the guy, but he was nice, and it was fun. You were planning on just walking home before you heard your name being called. And not your last name, which is what everyone called you. It was your first name. It sounded foreign from that voice.
You had turned around, tilting your head before your face dropped. You didn’t want to talk to Hyde. In the back of your head you knew you didn’t have any place being mad at him, but you were hurt.
You blew out a breath. You just had to act like you didn’t care. Easy. “What’s up?” You shoved your hands in your pockets, looking at him.
“Can we talk?” He walked up the driveway, standing in front of you.
You winced, talking being the exact opposite of what you wanted to do with Hyde. “I don’t know, I need to head home–”
“L/N.” He stepped a little closer. “I just wanna explain what happened between me and Jackie.”
You froze. Of course he knew.. After what Kelso said earlier, there was no way he didn’t know.
You blew out a breath. If you couldn’t play it off, you needed to try to fix things. “Listen, Hyde, you don’t need to explain yourself. It’s fine, you like Jackie, she likes you, and it’s cool.”
“L/N–” He ran a hand through his curls, taking off his shades.
You didn’t see him without his sunglasses very often, and it always caught you off guard when he’d take them off.
“I don’t like Jackie.”
You blinked, tilting your head. “What? But I saw you guys kiss on your date–”
“You didn’t stick around long enough. If you would’ve stayed, you would’ve seen that the kiss didn’t mean anything. There– there wasn’t anything there. No sparks, no feelings, it was just.. A kiss.”
You listened before furrowing your brows. “Okay, um, that’s, okay.. Why are you telling me this, Hyde?”
“Because I like you.”
You felt a heat creep up your neck all the way to your cheeks. “What?”
“I like you. I– I don’t know when it happened, but I know that a few months ago when you spent the night I realized it. And, it’s not a big deal, but it sorta seemed like you might.. I don’t know. If you don’t like me, it’s cool, but it was starting to feel like you do.”
You stared at him. He liked you. But what about your promise? What about the possibility of ruining your friendship? A messy breakup could start bad things in your friendship. But…
Could you ever forgive yourself if you didn’t at least give it a chance?
You looked down, your cheeks growing redder by the second. “I uh.. I like you too.”
Before you knew it you felt hands on your cheeks, tilting your head up. “Could I..”
You nodded, the motion being so small it was almost unnoticeable.
He closed the space between you. The kiss was gentle, sweet, a result of years of denied pining. Then, it turned deeper, more passionate, the tension between you finally bubbling over the edge.
It was everything you wanted, the perfect kiss for a perfect moment.
Maybe some promises were meant to be broken.
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#srry this took so long i had no inspo#anyways theyre finally together weewoo#steven hyde x reader#x reader#fem reader#hyde x reader#that 70s show x reader#that 70s show#steven hyde#jackie x hyde#hyde x jackie#zen masters
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maid's worst nightmare - ch 27
"i'm gonna be posting more sporadically" i said a mere like 3 days ago smh anyway here
previous chapters
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You scurried out of Bowser’s room like a bat out of hell, without fully committing to running. Why the fuck did you do that? Well, the wine was why, but - but why? Were you just throwing the poor king a bone when you realized how lonely the poor guy probably was? Or, more terrifyingly, did it potentially mean more than what you had intended? It was supposed to just be a sweet kiss, and while you certainly understood why he froze up, why was your heart beating so quick?
Fuck, this wasn’t fair! You couldn’t get feelings for the turtle dragon king that literally kidnapped you! There was a term for that you couldn’t think of as you booked it down the halls toward the one door you’d found that led outside. But then, it’s not like he’d been bad to you really at all - so was there really much harm in at least entertaining the idea?
Immediately, you remembered that yes, yes there was: Bowser was an eight-foot-something koopa that you’d hardly known for a handful of days. Despite his apparently decent nature, it could still very easily turn into a situation like you’d had with Rodney… and you and Rodney were both human.
If Bowser had a bad day with you, he could easily kill you.
Just like Rodney tried to do.
You pushed the door open and bustled outside, slowing down only once it had closed behind you, and you hugged yourself. What was wrong with you? Beyond just the simple fact that he was a koopa and you weren’t…
It wouldn’t do you any good to dwell on it, you decided. If you got caught up in feelings while you were here, well… at least Peach would be coming for you somehow at some point. So if it turned sour, you at least knew you’d be going home eventually. Or what remained of it... come to think of it, you had no idea how things were back at the castle. You had been living in it when Bowser attacked, and the last you saw of it was the crumbling mess he'd reduced it into, so even when you got to leave, you had no idea where you'd be staying - but at the very least you'd be back with Peach in the Mushroom Kingdom. That thought was enough to comfort you a little bit.
“Hurry up, handmaid!” Ludwig shouted at you; you blinked in surprise and lifted your head to see him standing outside the garage, his hands on his hips. “You took long enough at lunch, c’mon!”
Alright, well… okay. You had more interesting and happier things to worry about now, so you’d focus on those.
“I’m coming, Ludwig, give me a minute,” you called back with a small wave. You saw him huff and a little smile snuck on your lips.
“Get with it, Megantha. Morton’s here and I have no idea how long he’ll wanna stay.” With that, the eldest sibling turned and headed back into the garage, letting the door close behind him since you were too far away to feasibly hold it open.
You rolled your eyes to yourself, but your smile grew. Megantha, huh. Creative.
“Alright, alright, I’m here,” you sighed heavily as you finally stepped into the garage.
You blinked a bit at the site of a huge, grey-skinned koopaling leaning against one of the karts, his arms folded over his chest. While not as big as his dad yet, Morton was definitely the biggest of them - while Ludwig was a few inches shorter than you, Morton was over a head taller than you. Junior and Wendy both only came up a little past your waist.
Morton looked quite different from his siblings aside from just his skin, too, almost like he was emulating the old glam rock bands from the 80s, with his white head and the grey star that covered the left side of his face. You kept that thought to yourself.
“This is the one pops stole?” Morton practically sneered. He pulled himself off of the kart and stalked over to you, but Ludwig stopped him short by putting an arm out. “She looks kinda like she rolled around in Wendy’s makeup, huh? But like, in a bad way. Like a clown. She’s not a clown, is she? Can’t believe pops is into clowns–”
“Shut up,” Ludwig snapped at his brother, thumping the bigger koopa’s chest with his fist. “I told you, we like her. She isn’t like Princess Bitch.”
“Mama Peach isn’t a bitch,” Junior piped up as he came wandering out from behind one of the karts. You almost jumped; you hadn’t seen him behind the frame. Both Morton and Ludwig bared their fangs at their youngest brother, but Junior ignored them as he came to stand much too close to you.
“Compared to the maid, she is,” Ludwig muttered.
“Excuse me, boys, but why did you all need to see me so urgently?” you cut in as politely as you could. Probably you should’ve been offended, for several reasons, but it was a little endearing to hear the boys interact with each other.
“Don’t listen to Morton, Handy,” Junior stated while totally ignoring your question, “You don’t look anything like a clown! I should know - I kinda paint them professionally!” He puffed his little chest out proudly, smiling smugly up at you.
“Uh–” Your brain stalled. What?
“That’s actually true,” Morton muttered.
Junior nodded firmly, staring intently up at you as if to make sure you were paying attention. “In fact, I’m the one that upgraded all our karts to make them better. And I build any robots papa needs!”
What the hell? Wasn’t this kid, like… he had to be like five or six, right? You shot a confused look to Ludwig, who just sighed and shook his head a little in disbelief.
“He’s not lying. Anyway, we thought it would be fun for you to be a referee for a practice race tomorrow - but also let you choose our karts for us to keep things fair.” Ludwig reached over and grabbed Junior’s ponytail, gently dragging his youngest sibling away from where he’d been practically crowding you.
Briefly, you were worried, but Junior didn’t look any worse for wear so you let it go. It seemed to be a normal enough occurrence that the little koopa was totally unbothered, despite stumbling a bit.
“While that’s very nice, I’m a little wary of those flash blizzards you get here,” you said gently, sure to smile gratefully anyway.
“Oh yeah, you almost died. Well, the track will be in use, so it’ll cut a lot of the lethal wind and cold, but I guess we’ll make sure you have blankets and stuff just in case,” Ludwig sighed. He waved for you to go look at the karts. “C’mon, at least choose these for us, even if you decide to pus… er, to back out of refereeing.”
Morton snorted quietly as you stepped toward the karts to give them a good look-over. “Heh… you almost said pussy,” he muttered quietly to Ludwig. You heard Ludwig thump his chest again but ignored them - you really didn’t understand their dynamic well enough to decide to involve yourself. However, you did quietly appreciate how Ludwig had refrained from using that word with you.
“Is Wendy invited to this race?” you asked as you walked between the varying karts available. Some of them were bigger, and some smaller, with probably all sorts of differences that you wouldn’t have a clue how to measure.
“I guess, if she wants to join,” Morton replied. “Sometimes she does, sometimes not, but she was too busy to join us this morning so I guess that’s on her that she doesn’t even know. Takes a while to look like a clown I guess, huh. Uh… this time I mean her, not you, M… Meg… uh… Miranda. I mean, she always walks around with her face caked in makeup, and it’s always overdone if you ask me–”
“No one asked you, Morton,” Junior huffed.
“Boys, please. Wendy was doing my makeup this morning so that's why she missed out on this important meeting,” you sighed softly. You pointed to a midsized kart. “Junior in that one.” Next you pointed to a smaller kart. “Morton in that one.” And finally you pointed to one of the bigger karts. “And Ludwig in that one. If Wendy decides she wants to race, I kinda wanna see her in whichever one your dad usually uses. Hey, um… is there possibly a tablet or computer I could use to check up on news?”
The three boys glanced at each other, apparently surprised at your random request, and then Ludwig pointed to a door at the far end. “There’s a computer back there Junior uses to order parts.”
“Thanks. Um… sorry to rush out, I just haven’t heard any news about my home since I got here,” you said softly. “Hey, Morton?”
“What,” he huffed.
“I just wanted to say before I left that I think the star on your face is pretty cool. Do you do that yourself?” You smiled.
To your delight, Morton blinked in surprise, totally caught off guard by your comment and question. You were hoping it would help him be less defensive. The others had warmed up to you quick enough - but then, you’d been able to sort of figure them out a little more quickly. Wendy with her makeup, Ludwig by making him feel heard, you could probably bond with Junior over his love of all things mechanical, but Morton was harder for you to read.
“Uh… yeah,” he grunted. When you glanced at him, his tail was flicking side to side stiffly, like he was trying to keep it from wagging. “Yeah, I do. Pretty good, right? I make sure it’s perfect, but I don’t use a lot of paint or anything. I don’t wanna look goofy, like a certain sister of mine.”
You smiled a bit; good, maybe the key to him was building him up. He was receptive enough to the simple comment, despite his long-winded explanation of it. Although, it wasn’t quite like Ludwig going in depth about something he was interested in.
“Well, you’re rocking it,” you assured him, and then you gave a little wave to them. “Alright, I’ll see you all later, okay? And Junior, don’t forget you still owe me.” With that, you turned and headed for the room you’d been directed to, a little anxious to see anything about the Mushroom Kingdom. You hadn’t even really thought about it until your walk over here; with any luck the news would help you get over yourself.
Behind you, you could hear the boys quietly chatting, and listened in until you couldn't anymore.
“Why do you owe her?” Ludwig asked.
“Papa was trying to kill me with snuggles,” Junior mumbled.
“Okay, I change my mind. I do like her,” Morton stated.
Ludwig snorted softly. “No shit. Hell, that’s basically heroic around here…”
And then the door closed behind you, cutting off anything else they were saying to each other. It was time to check in on your home.
#super mario bros#bowser x y/n#bowser x reader#bowser jr#bowser junior#morton koopa jr#ludwig von koopa#bowser#although i guess bowser isn't technically in this chapter
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What if we just. Like. Cried for a few hours. I feel like we deserve it. Some nice rest and stuff. Maybe shove holy water down the demon's throat idk
yeah, imagine being almost murdered by your partner smh/j
since your attempts at harming the foul creature only seem to result in accidentally tending to their wounds so you forget about the holy water.
what you do instead sit down in the corner of the room, silently processing what had happened.
this was your fault. they were right. if you hadn't made the stupid choice to open the damned container none of this would have happened. this was just the consequences of you being so stupid.
why didn't you believe him? why did you HAVE TO BE SO STUPID!?
he warned you SO MANY TIMES... he told you they were evil. he GAVE YOU A WAY OUT. WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE IT!?
WHY DID YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!? he had every right to hate you.
"I love you. you know that right?" another sob threatened to break from your throat but you held it in.
he DIDN'T hate you. that only made it WORSE. he cared. and he still... you didn't understand.
or maybe you did. he must've thought he was doing the right thing... or maybe you were both just lying to yourselves.
you glare at the demon standing Infront of you with tears dripping down your cheeks.
they frown looking at you.
"pathetic. stop. don't look at me like that this is all your fault... " you grit your teeth.
you hated them you HATED them. you hayed what you did. what they did. this was all a fall out of your first mistake.
this WAS your fault.
"blaming yourself isn't going to make things better you know... no matter how many times you make dumb mistakes... throwing a pity part won't change it."
"shut up. you don't GET to comfort me. you... YOU MADE ME TURN BACK TIME YOU... HOW DO I GET THIS THING OFF...! " you scratch at the floating screen trying to swat it away like a fly.
the demon rolls their eyes.
"you're such a lovestruck fool. he always planned to kill you regardless of his personal feelings. you only made things harder for both of you. I told you this would happen."
just like how HE told YOU and it all came true.
would you make the same mistakes and ignore them? you genuinely thought there'd be a good solution to this...
"sighhhhhh you look like a mopy wet cat. jesus. pull yourself toghter. aren't you supposed to be figuring out a way to get stronger? so you don't die to him?"
"I'm not KILLING PEOPLE!" you shout only for a towel to hit you in the face.
"exp isn't the only way to get stronger dumbass. it's just more effective and faster. we're going to work on your stamina and agility. forget about strength. your WHIMPY soft hearted ass won't be using it anyway."
"wh... what?"
"you heard me. get stronger. I'm not planning on letting a dumbass like you die to riding hood. go pull yourself together and we'll see if you can back up your ideals with actions instead of hypocritical words. fight me!"
they grinned at you.
"after all you did vaguely mention you hate feeling like a damsel. so PROVE IT coward. instead of crying in a corner like a pathetic defeated slob GET. BACK. UP. YOU'RE NOT DONE WITH THIS. are you? show me your determination. show me your idiotic HOPE."
you look at them with confusion.
"why would you... ACK! "
you barely manage to dodge an incoming attack of red strings.
"less talking more dodging. you're slow. YOU'RE SO SLOW. START RUNNING." they grinned.
#lv triangle#dusttale player#insert anime training montage/j#not really#reader isn't very agile lmao#this may take a few resets
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live tweeting (blogging? posting? tumblring?) my thoughts for the bad batch finale except I didn't realize the actual final two episodes come out next week lmao
there's what's-his-face!!!
oh wait nvm forgot maydays dead
who tf is that then?!?!
"we're under attack sir!" hope it's my boys
not the boys I was thinking about but fuck yeah!!!!
is that Cody???
I don't think so?
but nice paints on the arm guards
what are they keeping on those data banks hmmm?
scorch is here (I think), I never really interacted with stuff with his squad but cool dude from what I know
and the other dudes dead, surprise, surprise
also I haven't said hi to echo yet but hi echo!!!
MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
uh oh my boys in trouble
the sadness in his eyes 😭😭
are they gonna recondition him??????
oh they're after omega again, who's surprised
don't do it cross please he won't end up helping you please don't do it
not the interrogator droid
oh thank fuck he's saved by the bel- oh nvm
and we're on coruscant
Riyo!! how are you babes?! still fighting the empire?!
also who is that clone who was a prisoner? the one with the fluffy looking hair?
no please I can't watch him be tortured I will cry
that's my boy!!!!
once a badass, always a badass
my poor heart, he's clearly so not ok
god I love him like so so so much
wait is he not trying to escape???
he's trying give them warning!!!! he's trying to help them!!! he cares about Megs!!!
this doctor is fucking weird man
and of course the batch is on fucking idealistic pabu while cross is off getting tortured smh
can't necessarily blame them but still
hunter still can't be assed helping cross, honestly not surprised
I low-key hate hunter tbh
omegas learning to drive lmfao
🤣🤣🤣🤣 techs face!!!
omg how is he not throwing up 😂, I would be lol
god tech loves getting complements lmao
damn omegas good at that turn huh
also why did they ignore that alarm the first time lol
oh wait it's just echo lmao
oh and they're racing lmao
the rebellion suits echo, he looks happier
mom echo had returned
there's something about that doctor's voice that irritates the shit out of me
wrecker and the kids having fun 🥹
is it just me or does echo sound different???
are they gonna discover that crosshair is being experimented on???!?!?!?!!!
well I was right, doctor hemlock is a fucking weirdo
they found out!!
please tell em they're gonna save him, please for the love of God I'll cry if not
tbh I'll probably cry regardless
ofc he is warning ye, he's trying to help you guys!!!!!!
why suffer more? because that's his brother's, his only family and he obviously feels horrible for what he's done and wants to fix it
he looks so scared bless him
oh god I'm gonna cry
lmfao I thought today was the finale and only realized when it offered to show me the mandalorian 🤣
#tipping point#tbb season 2#sw tbb spoilers#sw tbb#sw tbb s2#the bad batch#star wars the bad batch season 2#star wars: the bad batch#star wars bad batch#tbb#the bad batch season 2#bad batch hunter#hunter tbb#tbb hunter#crosshair bad batch#bad batch crosshair#crosshair tbb#tbb crosshair#tech bad batch#bad batch tech#tech tbb#tbb tech#wrecker bad batch#bad batch wrecker#wrecker tbb#tbb wrecker#hunter bad batch#echo bad batch#bad batch echo#echo tbb
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Sooo I was thinking of making a separate fan fiction account because I’ve been doing my simping and reading on my main. And I wanted to write a series about Josh falling in love with a stripper as a sex worker because I feel like relationships are very hard for us, and we don’t get enough love sometimes. Was wondering what you thought? This is a rough draft of a short part of what would be the first chapter. And if I should even continue! (I don’t know what’s up with the awkward spaces smh)
You looked in the mirror as you ran a brush through your dark long locks. Another Friday night at work, and you were doing what you usually did as you waited for the crowds to roll in. You were lip syncing and dancing around the dressing room as you giggled with your friends. The air was filled with laughter, and stories about terrible boyfriends, and the oh so common “DOES ANYBODY HAVE A HAIRDRYER, I NEED TO STRETCH THE PLASTIC ON MY SHOES!”
You were snapped out of your daze as your friend Envy bursted through the door. “Y/N! They’re calling you to stage!”
“Shit.” You fluffed up your hair and pulled a black satin robe over the red lingerie that was soon to hit the floor. You ran out as fast as your 8 inch heels could carry you.
“Y/N?” the DJ spoke over the speakers “Y/N- oh there she is.” Laughter broke out from the staff and your fellow dancers as they called your name. You were always late to stage, but no one seemed to mind. Everybody in this little dive bar- strip club family loved you, and you loved them.
You scanned the stage, and found yourself unimpressed by all of the men’s poker faces as they sat at your stage. You didn’t understand why men had to look so serious all the time. Couldn’t they PRETEND they were having fun. I mean c’mon. They were about to see you naked.
One face stood out at the end of the stage though. This one had a big enough smile plastered across it to compensate for everybody else’s lack of emotion. His eyes seemed to light up and his skin seemed to glow from the stage lights bouncing around the room. His curly brow hair framed his face perfectly. You could tell he spent time in the sun. Sunshine. That’s the nickname you would give him in your head for the night. You giggled to yourself as you wiped down the pole, and thought “I should be tipping HIM.”
Your signature starting song played over the speakers: “Foxey Lady” by Jimi Hendrix
“You know you’re a cute little heart breaker.”
You spun around the pole to reach the top, and did a myriad of tricks to gracefully fall to the floor. When the dizziness subsided the sunshine boy was still grinning wide at you, and throwing money on your stage. He was throwing more than anybody else, so you crawled over to give him some extra attention. You pushed his orange drink with a salted rim to the side as you sat on the tip rail.
“And you know you’re a sweet little love maker” Jimi Hendrix continued to blare over the speakers. Making men fall to your feet was your job, and you were damn good at your job, but something about this sunshine boy made your heart speed up a little and made you feel bashful. You were nervous to take your top off for the first time ever. That feeling melted away as you threw your leg over his shoulder, and slingshotted your top at his face. He removed the fabric to reveal a shy giggling face that was flushed with red. You slung your other leg around his shoulder and teased him with a hand ruffling through his curls. He reached his hand full of money an inch above your exposed chest. You rested your weight back onto your hands and threw your head back as he worked his way down to your soft stomach, dropping dollar bills along your body as you two giggled together. You were doing a good job at masking the butterflies rushing in your stomach as his hand got close to you, but never actually touched you.
“WOW. Who ARE you?” The sunshine boy finally spoke.
“They call me Y/N,” you said with a smile and held out your hand.
He grabbed your hand to kiss it. “Well Y/N, may I buy you a drink when you get off stage.”
Umm WRITE THIS RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
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Okay now that I have seen the episode in full, my thoughts:
Pros:
1.) It was a full battle and it was really close. Iris legitimately might've won if Cynthia hadn't mega evolved Garchomp. I'm glad that she at least got to have a full battle with skill showcased, which is way more than what Alan got, my poor boy.
2.) Cynthia whispered, "You're marvelous, Iris" at one point which was so heartwarming, and also so true.
3.) I love that they included a part where Iris connected to Haxorus using her special power. She is The Girl Who Understands the Hearts of Dragons, after all, and I'm glad that was showcased on the world stage.
4.) The music was great, but a particular shoutout needs to go to the ominous fucking organ and chanting that started up when Garchomp came out LMAO. Cynthia was channeling her ancestor Volo for that and I about died laughing. (Also I'm pretty sure that was TSME music that started up when Cynthia mega evolved her Garchomp but I'm not positive.)
5.) Alan got lines! And in particular, even though he a.) has a personal connection to a garchomp back home, and b.) is a mega evolution specialist and researcher, he still didn't automatically throw his lot in with Cynthia when she mega evolved Garchomp and even countered Steven by saying Haxorus had so much potential. Alan was lowkey rooting for Iris. What a king.
Cons:
1.) Dragonite went down in two hits . . . seriously? Really? Sure one was super effective, but that bit was over way too fast and felt really rushed for time. Dragonite was jobbed hard and didn't deserve such shame.
2.) Where tf was Cilan?? Iris was in her most important battle to date and he was, what, fishing?? Did he drown in Kalos? Was he hit by a train? Did Xerosic find and murder him? I need answers.
3.) Cynthia's mega evolution invocation, if we can even call it that, was lame as hell. "I will defeat you with all my might" . . . really? That's the best you can do? This is the woman who, in the same battle, gave us lines like "fall, stars of the heavens" for regular attacks like Draco Meteor, and then she has such a lame-ass mega evolution invocation . . . for reference, in the anime trainers who use mega evolution all have an invocation that represents their feelings toward mega evolution. Alan's is famously "respond to my heart" because to him, mega evolution is about the bond between him and Lizardon. Steven's is a line about the stones because that's what he's most interested in. Lysandre's was all about power because to him, mega evolution is about more power to kill people with. So you would expect Cynthia to have a cool one . . . and then she didn't, smh. As a mega evolution nerd, I was disappointed.
4.) Iris lost. I had a feeling she was going to because Cynthia is so popular, and honestly I wouldn't want to see Ash beat Iris again (and we know he has to win to reach Leon, so there are no stakes in any of his battles tbh), but it was still not the result I wanted. Don't get me wrong, I love Cynthia. I'm a lesbian, of course I love Cynthia. But I love Iris too and I feel that it would have meant so much more, emotionally, had she defeated her senior. Plus, I hate seeing my favorite characters cry their eyes out, so there's that, too.
5.) They really just had Ash stand there like a tree while Iris bawled her eyes out, huh . . . you know, I was really mad about that earlier today and I still think it's ass, but as I watched the episode in full tonight I realized that he was smiling while she cried, and that made it hit me. It's because he's the Alola Champion. And in SM, the player character (who also becomes Alola's first Champion) just stands there with a vapid smile on their face while seriously traumatic and upsetting events occur right in front of them. Like Lusamine ranted about how she had no children and how ugly and worthless Lillie and Gladion were to their faces and the MC just stood there like ":)" So apparently, now that Ash is the Alola Champion, he does the same thing. Iris is sobbing? It's all good! He smiles while elevator music plays in his head. This is totally fine. (It's not fine but this is how I'm coping with that asinine decision.)
Anyway, I've got an idea for a little tag I want to write to make myself feel better after this, so stay tuned for that. I haven't written anything in ages and I'm sure that my skills are so rusty they could infect the entire internet with tetanus at once, but I am going to do my best.
#pokemon#pokeani#pokeani spoilers#anipoke spoilers#Cynthia really was channeling Volo there tho huh#she was like ''I'm going to end this child's whole life''#and then she did it
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Otometober Day 6 The Part Where You Cry
This one was a hard one because there are so many scenes in my otome's that have made me cry however I'm thankful for each and everyone at some point because they give me a closeness to the character that I love anyways. However I sat and tried to think of one time that I cried that wasn't for good reasons. This would come from Ephemeral Fantasy On Dark, I love this game and there are happy and sad tears in this game however the good ending of Nagi was messed up it really wasn't even a good ending and it had me in tears. In the end he gives up his own life so that the MC lives.
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Scene setting normal ending of Nagi.
So for those who don't know she has a doll thats possesed that takes over Cloe's mind and it makes her forget Nagi every time she realizes he is the love of her life the slate is clean and she restarts. So in the long run he spends every day reminding her who he is for only a fraction of a minute for her to eventually remember she loves him and then slate cleaned again. He does this until one day he will disappear and although he will be beside her he will never be seen again. That is a bad ending to me not normal WTF anyways this is how it should have gone for a normal ending at least. Honestly anything I write is gonna sound better than that. SMH.
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Cloe hears a knock at her door before she can answer Nagi opens the door smiling at her as he walks in. "Cloe how are you feeling today?" She hears Nagi in his soft voice say to her. There is something comforting about hearing him say her name, she isn't sure why but she looks forward to him stopping by daily to see her. She had only met him 6 months before and he has stayed by her side as her best friend. She wonders sometimes if the way she feels about him being there if there is more to this than a simple friendship. She spends another day hearing about his days and back when they were in school even though he doesn't remember him they know all the same people they joke about and reminisce on. When its time for him to leave and go home her heart hurts the tightening in her chest is painful enough to make her gasp for air the moment she hears the door shut and he is gone again.
She decides the next day she wants to tell him how she feels for him and is excited yet nervous about doing so. She sits in the window with the creepy little doll sitting there beside her she notices it looking over at it wondering why she even has this little doll when it literally creeps her out. She decides to take it off the shelf and throw it in the trash. As she is heading to the bin Nagi walks in with a smile so warm across his face. He looks scared yet astonished I have to know what he is thinking she says to herself. "Whats wrong?" He stutters before pointing to the doll "What are you doing with it?" She throws it in the trash bin near the door and turns back to him before mentioning "I have decided I do not need this creepy thing but I do want to talk to you about something if you have time".
Nagi actually looks a bit frightened not sure why Cloe thinks but goes back to sit on the couch before patting beside her. He still hesitant walks over and sits down beside her. She clears her throat "I think I'm falling in love with you!" she blurts out and when she turns to look at him tears are streaming down his face. "I never get tired of you telling me so you love me most?" She leans her hand over not understanding what is going on as she wipes the tears rushing down his face. Cheeks have become a rosy color of pink as does his nose. She says "You I love most!" Then her vision blacks out. Her mind flowing through as she can hear him crying harder and all she wants to do is hold him.
Morning came she opened her eyes and she was on her bed as she turned her head Nagi was snuggled up next to her. She smiled then brushed the hair from his face noticing how truly beautiful he is. He started to stir a bit then looked up at her and you could tell he has spent so much time crying his eyes were red and puffy still. Cloe smiled at him "I love you more than anyone else in the world, and I will stay by you until my death." He looked shocked at her words yet still couldn't stop the tears welling up in his eyes before he said anything he clumsily went to sit up and slipped falling on top of her. He pushed himself up looking at her at a close angle before he just didn't care he had spent years upon years hoping this day would come again, his lips crashed passionately into hers kissing her until they couldn't breathe and had to come up for air.
As he looks down at Cloe after they break apart their lips he asks her with so much love in his voice... Who do you love most in this world?" He awaited her answer anxiously hoping what he had done worked. "You and only you forever until I die." She smiled as she pulled him down to kiss his soft lips again. In between kisses he wants to know to know no matter what she will never forget him even if he fades away and after asking her this she put his mind at rest that he would always be in her heart and she never needed anyone else. She went on to ask him what happened after she blacked out, this was his story that he made sure she understood what could come of all of this.
"I gave the doll a name, one that wasn't what you had given so long ago. I called her Marigold meaning despair, sorrow, and jealousy just like her. She took away your love for me and I will never forgiver her for that. After I gave her a name I told her I hated her and began to stomp her into the ground. It didn't take much before she sounded like she was on repeat until she went poof into smoke and her body dissolved in front of me. With that I think it broke her hold on you so when you came to you still remembered me and your love for me"
He breathed softly after telling her everything then watched as a smile started to form on her face. "You will never get rid of me now Nagi we are to be together til you disappear and then some as well as when all my skin falls off. You will still be my one and only forever and ever.
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I swear, I was mentally hitting my head against a wall for the first half of the chapter, all because of how dense this kid is 💀 And yes, I have EVIDENCE
Another smile took over his face at the sight of you, staring at you from afar for a couple of seconds before he quietly made his way over to you.
He, on the other hand, didn't fail to notice as soon as your face was no longer hidden. A small, breathy laugh escaped his lips at the sight of it. Cute.
Something about the situation made his heart race, however… in a very nice way.
Hyunjin couldn't help but mirror your smile, finding himself undoing the eye contact as he felt his cheeks suddenly burn.
Like )1!??1?1!?!)(()1??1!(!! Hyunjin, take the hint 🤡
But yeah, the other half was just me internally screaming and reading each paragraph 2-3 times, cuz there was no way I was reading that right, but they actually made out and had their cute little moment <3
And I'm scared now, I know things won't get better immediately after this, but I'm still hoping that he doesn't hurt her that much in the process :c
Overall I really loved this chapter, seeing their growth(? compared to the first parts, the interactions, the way you describe each feeling *chef kiss* 8k of pure gold that probably will be re-reading for the next month c:
Can't wait for the next part, take care please!
the evidence has spoken and hwang hyunjin has been proven one dense mf 😔 let's hope he recovers soon lmao
kdñsjdks the way you couldn't believe they were actually kissing, valid 😭 but yeah, it was about time something happened between those two, both of them were left wanting more after being interrupted last time after all smh
let's hope he doesn't hurt her at all :(
omg yes, if you compare this to the first chapters both their growth have been gigantic and we love to see it.
ahhhh please i will cry 🥺 tysm for liking the way i describe their feelings :( and for enjoying the 8k words i ended up throwing at you guys :( lmao
you take care too, lovie! tysm!! 💖
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⩇:⩇⩇ — awoken
⤿synopsys﹕after waiting for kim dokja for what felt like an eternity, you're finally able to see his smile once more.
⤿character﹕ kim dokja x gn!reader
⤿genre﹕ angst (with happy ending)
⤿warning﹕novel spoilers. mostly focused on the ending. not proofread.
⤿note﹕This has been in my drafts for months and I decided to continue it. It's currently 4 am so I'm sorry if this didn't make any sense or seemed rushed. Also, the first half of it is based on Spring day by BTS and the other half? Just me wanting them to have a happy ending. (03/24/24: def not my best work. not that proud of this one tbh, past me thought I ate smh. I still prefer my yjh oneshot over this)
Tears fell from their eyes as they stared down at the phone they held. Their gaze was fixated on a photo of two people smiling brightly. The person on the left was someone who had (h/l) (h/c) hair wearing a white shirt, their left hand was in a peace sign as the other hugged the other person's arm. This person was a boy who had black hair and grey eyes, a small blush dusted his cheeks as he smiled awkwardly at the camera whilst doing a peace sign.
They sighed and turned off their phone, they felt worse staring at it.
'Dokja...'
Their heart clenched and their vision became blurry as tears started streaming down their face.
'Why did you go?'
They miss him. They miss him so much that they kept trying on finding a way to meet him again. After a lot of failed attempts and nothing worked, they started to lose hope.
It's been a few months since the incident with Dokja, yet they still can't forget his face as the fables he accumulated started to fade along with him.
They hoped that one day, they get to hold his hand again as they both proceed to live happily ow that they finally reached the end of the scenario together with their comrades.
They looked at the man laying down on the hospital bed with a pained look in their eyes. "How much longer 'til we meet again?" They whispered, their voice slightly cracking at the end of their words.
They looked away from Dokja and stared outside the window. The afternoon sky was painted with an orange hue, snow fell from the sky and landed on the surface of the earth. The ground was covered in a thick blanket of snow.
They saw Gilyoung, Yoosung, Mia and Jihye throwing snow at each other, Sangah, Heewon, Sooyoung, Hayoung, and Seolhwa can be seen not too far from them. They were seated at a table drinking hot chocolate whilst chatting. Their gaze landed on Hyeonsung who was holding wood for their fireplace, Pildu and Myungoh were helping him carry the rest. And finally, Junghyuk stood in front of a grill, cooking up some barbeque and other dishes for their dinner.
They then averted their eyes towards the sky, snowflakes kept on falling down on the ground which was also filled with snow. Their mind was still occupied by the memories of the person laying down on the hospital bed.
A lot of time had passed since they last saw him, they felt as if he was slowly drifting farther away. It was like the more they try to get him back, the more distant he gets.
They were mad at him for sacrificing himself for their sake, for always carrying the burden. They were also mad at themself for not noticing immediately that it was a clone of him that they were living with for the last couple of months.
They were mad at themself for not trying to talk to him and taking at least a little bit of the burden he was carrying on his back.
They felt pathetic and useless.
Everyone tried their best to bring Dokja back, they even regressed as a group. Sooyoung also wrote a novel while Junghyuk even travelled through different worlds just to save him.
Although the last plan was deemed a failure as it had been a month since the novel stopped being written because of some error with the Star Stream.
'Why are you so unfair? Shouldering everything on your own like that.'
They closed their eyes and let out a deep sigh.
As they opened their eyes, they couldn't believe what was happening.
"W-what the-"
They stood up from their seat and stared at the letters floating towards the noirette in shock.
'Dokja? Is he... Is he finally waking up?!'
Not long after the door burst open revealing the others panting as they had just run all the way towards the room.
They all gathered around the hospital bed and waited nervously for what was about to occur.
The h/cette still couldn't believe what they were seeing and there was still a question deep within their mind.
Will he really wake up? Or was this just to crush their hope even more than it already has?
Minutes have passed and the fables all returned to the unconscious man's body. They all waited anxiously for him to open his eyes.
Their heart was beating fast as they bit their nail in nervousness. What if he doesn't wake up? Should they just give up then? But they didn't want to do that.
As uncertainties eat up their mind, Dokja's eyelids fluttered open making the kids shout out "HYUNG/AHJUSSI!"
The three hugged the noirette's small frame as they cried. Y/n snapped out of their thoughts and gape at the man trying to sit up on the bed with the children clinging onto him for dear life.
Dokja then looked up and saw everyone staring at him, he scanned everyone's faces before his eyes fell onto one particular person.
'Y/n...'
He then smiled at his companions before trying to speak even if his throat hurt from being dry "I'm... Back..."
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It had been a week since Dokja returned, his body was still of a child's but was slowly going back to its original shape and he was still resting at the hospital.
Y/n sat on a chair near the bed as Dokja fiddled with his fingers.
"I missed everyone... I missed you," he said feeling his ears heat up in embarrassment. He then heard a soft chuckle, his eyes wandered towards the other person inside the room with him only to be engulfed into a gentle but firm embrace.
He sat still for a few seconds trying to process that the h/cette just hugged him before hesitantly returning the hug.
"I missed you too, idiot," Y/n said as they buried their head into the black-haired man's shoulder.
They stayed like that for a couple more minutes before the h/cette broke off the hug. He immediately started to miss the warmth of their embrace.
He decided to look at their face and the two made eye contact, their eyes held many mixed emotions as they stared at each other.
Dokja felt happy to see them again yet he also felt bad for causing them pain.
Y/n then started to smile which made the man's heart flutter. The corners of his lips rose up forming into a smile that mimicked the other.
"Thank you for waiting for me."
#kim dokja x reader#omniscient reader's viewpoint#omniscient reader#Kim Dokja#yoo junghyuk#yoo joonghyuk#Webtoon x reader#han sooyoung#yoo sangah#jung heewon#shin yoosung#lee hyunsung#lee gilyoung#lee jihye#orv manhwa#orv webtoon#Orv#Orv x reader#angst#with happy ending#note(2023): this kinda not it ngl😟#— namwrites ִֶָ ࣪ ៹
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“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers
♡ summary- after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?
♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)
♡ word count- 9k
♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.
♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks and @hongism for the perusal and help in writing this!
Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.
He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.
Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.
Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.
“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.
You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”
“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”
You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.
“I’m at our park.”
Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.
“Give me five minutes, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you.
“Okay.”
Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.
He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.
You still look so beautiful.
And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.
He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.
“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.
He sniffs haughtily.
“The trash added character.”
Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.
“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.
He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.
“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”
You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.
“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”
Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.
“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.
“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.
“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.
Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.
He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.
“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”
“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.
“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”
As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.
You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it.
“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water.
He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk.
“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.”
Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo.
“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?”
You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above.
“You call Jimin a prince?”
Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband.
“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.”
You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?
“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.”
You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own.
“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.”
“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.”
Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid.
It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom.
The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed.
The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it.
Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can.
“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”
Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone.
The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway.
He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk.
His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read.
He just matched with YOU.
His best friend.
His secret, lifelong crush.
He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it.
YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!
He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen.
JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?
You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other.
Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message.
JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀
Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone.
A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend.
YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies
“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone.
Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion.
“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”
You huff.
“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”
Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband.
“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.
There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line.
“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”
You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend.
“It’s nothing!”
“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.”
“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”
“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.”
You roll your eyes.
“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”
“I’ll be expecting your call later.”
“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”
“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”
You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.
“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.
You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.
So, why do you care so much about what you wear?
You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.
Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?
The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.
You shake all thoughts off.
No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.
You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.
Perfect.
With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.
JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!
ME: See you soon!
Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.
Is he too casual?
He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.
Maybe it’s too much.
Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.
Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.
He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.
He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.
It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.
You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.
“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.
He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.
You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams.
“Jungkook?”
It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.
“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.
“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.
“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.
“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.
“Oh?” He asks, taken aback.
In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.
“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”
His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly.
“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”
The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”
A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.
“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures.
You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.
“Well, are we going?”
Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.
But he resists.
“Let’s go!”
You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen.
But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more.
Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is.
But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork.
Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.
And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you.
It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause.
“What’s up?” He asks curiously.
Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner.
You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours.
“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”
Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own.
Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to.
As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.
“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.
Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.
“What? We were going to get ice cream?”
You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.
You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.
“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.
His body stiffens.
“Okay, let me walk you home.”
You shake your head, already moving away from the man.
“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.
Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.
You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.
“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.
“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”
“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.
“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.
“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator.
Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.
“We’re on our way over.”
Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.
Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.
Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.
“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”
Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.
“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”
Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.
“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”
Jimin nods knowingly.
“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”
“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”
Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze.
“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”
You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face.
“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”
Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”
Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”
Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.
You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.
Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light
speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.
“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.
Ouch.
You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.
“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”
Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest.
“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”
“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”
“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”
Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.
“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone.
“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”
You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.
“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”
“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.
He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”
“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”
He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.
“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”
“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”
“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”
You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.
He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.
He can’t watch you run away from him again.
“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”
Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.
“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”
He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.
The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.
“Hi Kook.”
The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.
It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others.
Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.
Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.
“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.
The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.
“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”
He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.
“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”
He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park.
“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”
The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too.
“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”
He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.
The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.
“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”
The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.
The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.
“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”
The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth.
“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”
His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm.
He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.
“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.
Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.
The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.
It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.
It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing.
Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.
Maybe it was too late.
You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it.
“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”
“You should have brought a jacket.”
The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face down the intruder.
Jungkook.
He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.
He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.
“You came.”
He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.
“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.
“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”
He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”
You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.
“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.
“Every word.”
His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.
“Why did you run away?” Another step.
You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.
“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”
One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck.
“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”
You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”
All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes.
“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently.
“And I promise to never run away from you again.”
Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel.
“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself.
“I would like it if you would.”
As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again.
“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with.
“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing.
“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”
Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss.
Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.
“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip.
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours.
“You’re such a little smartass.”
His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly.
He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed.
“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?”
You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement.
“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.”
Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited.
“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs.
His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes.
“Feels pretty real, huh?”
“Y-yeah.”
Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more.
“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.”
Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable.
One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan.
“How about this? Not a dream?”
He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water.
“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”
You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently.
“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue.
“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue.
You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets.
“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”
He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully.
“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.”
He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body).
Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are.
“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”
Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down.
“Still dreaming?”
He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire.
“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.
You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes.
“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”
Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart.
“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”
His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout.
His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.
“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”
His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.
“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug.
Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing.
“I plan to find out everything.”
Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.
“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.
“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.”
He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss.
He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you.
“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.”
Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body.
He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.
He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands.
“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.”
His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation.
“You’re so pretty. So perfect.”
He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.
His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.
One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.
“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”
His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.
“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.
“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”
Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.
“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”
He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.
“And I need you, my love.”
“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”
Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.
“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off.
He���s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.
After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”
You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.
“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”
He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”
“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”
He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”
A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.
“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”
“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”
Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”
You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.
“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”
Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.
“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”
“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”
Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.
“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”
Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.
“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”
He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.
“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”
You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.
“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt.
He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.
“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”
The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation.
“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”
A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.
He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.
“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”
With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”
You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”
His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion.
He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.
Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.
After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.
“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”
You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.
“All yours.”
“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship.
You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.
You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.
“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”
Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.
“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”
Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”
Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister.
You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.
“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.
“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”
Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.
Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.
“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”
You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.
“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”
Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.
“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”
You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.
“Sure, Kookie.”
He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”
Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”
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the prince’s cinderella syndrome (m) | p.jm. | teaser
↳ COMING THIS MONTH ↲
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moon - jin of bts
willow - taylor swift
pairing: jimin x reader (ft. a dash of jungkook x reader)
rating: m (18+)
genre: angst | smut | fluff | cursed!jimin | supernatural!au | strangers to lovers!au
summary: He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.
warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + allusions to substance abuse + black magic and curses + heartbreak + mention of minor character deaths + inaccuracies abt the american education system + inaccuracies abt nasa & astronomy majors + a mish-mash of american and british english + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral (m+f), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex, some marking, some dirty talk, some roughness, slight cock warming? maybe? mostly pretty missionary stuff tbh) + oc is a v. v. lonely girl :( + jimin is a v. v. sad boy :(
word count: ~30 k (1.2 k for the teaser)
note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST HUBBA MINE! 🥺💗 and happy jimtober to the rest of the world! 🎃
written for jimin’s sunset spooktober, a supernatural, halloween themed jimin collab hosted by three very talented godesses: @jamaisjoons, @opaljm and @chateautae. 💗 make sure to check out the rest of the fics’ summaries in the masterlist!
i have been slaving off on this one so harD for a month, i broke some of my own records by getting to 40 wpm and writing 7k words in a day, smh. and even though i have somehoW finished it up, it’s still not ready to be posted, currently undergoing some major editing. prepare yourselves for some pain, y’all~ 😩💜
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— feedback is always appreciated!
“If we end up getting kidnapped by ghosts or some shit, I will kill you.”
You rolled your eyes at your roommate’s antics, ignoring her and walking ahead with intent. Street lights took turns to bathe the three of you in the color yellow, becoming your only source of light on the otherwise dark street.
“I really do not understand how this is gonna help," Taehyung mumbled from next to her.
"I never understand anything she does, Tae, I'm—"
“You don’t have to understand your best friends to support them, Hyejie,” you teased, shoving your hands into your denim dress’ pockets.
“I’m regretting giving you that title, just so you know. They're not even throwing a party tonight, why the heck would your guy be there?" Hyejin lamented to you.
"I never said he would be. I just wanna check, in case he is. Just keep walking and we'll know."
It was Halloween and you were on your way to the place where you had met Jimin for two consecutive years.
"If we miss JK's thing because of this, I’m not gonna suck his cock to cheer him up."
You and Hyejin snorted at Taehyung’s words, with you looking at the guy over your shoulder with a deadpan. “I’m pretty sure he’s already getting it sucked as we speak, Tae.”
“I second that.”
“Hey!” Taehyung pouted at his girlfriend. “You’re not supposed to support her!”
“Didn’t you hear what she said? You don’t have to understand your best friends to support them,” Hyejin reiterated your words from earlier, and you laughed at the long face Taehyung pulled in response.
“Don’t make that face, you used to be like that, too, before I tamed you.”
You groaned at Hyejin’s words, already anticipating a fight.
Taehyung proved you right by immediately scoffing with a, “you haven’t tamed me, I’ve just decided to calm down with my casanova days for a while.”
Your eyes widened. Did he just say ‘for a while’? Oh, no—
“Taehyung Kim, are you fucking kidding me?”
And there they went.
You grudgingly slowed down to match the quarrelling couple’s pace, now really starting to regret bringing them along with you. You’d just felt wary because of the abandoned state of this place. But now that you thought about it, a pepper spray would’ve been a better companion.
You eyed the way you still had to go, noticing the familiar frat house a short distance ahead.
Hyejin and Taehyung had stopped walking, choosing to shout in each other’s faces as they stood nose to nose. With a sigh, you turned on your heels and decided to make your way down to the building.
It was becoming more apparent how this whole excursion had been a dumb idea as more time passed. But now, standing so close to the building that very obviously looked empty with no soul in sight anywhere in or outside of it, your lips turned down in acknowledgment of how ridiculous you had been.
You walked right up to the looming, triple storied house painted a beautiful olive green with white accents. Your eyes traced the balcony, similar to the one the building had in its back – the one you’d been on, last year, with Jimin.
“Oh, Jimin,” you morosely breathed, missing him so much that your chest felt tight.
A whisper of your name sounded from not far away, making you look around in alarm.
And then you saw him – sitting on the sidewalk, under the streetlight opposite the frat house, with his head lowered and eyes full of gloom. He hadn’t seen you yet, and your heart thundered in your ears at the realisation and he’d been saying your name to himself just as you had been his.
You kept staring at him, feet slowly coming to a stop. You'd looked for almost an entire year, came here to see if you could find him. But now that he was here, you had no idea what to do. You wanted to make your presence known and approach him, but you felt weirdly shy and awkward, thinking of the crush you had on him and the way it had made you act these past few months.
Then suddenly, as if having sensed your presence, his head suddenly shot up, alert eyes looking in your exact direction. You stood frozen to your spot like a deer caught in headlights.
Until, that was, he yelled your name across the empty road, his face split into a huge grin. You immediately jogged your way across the road to his side, meeting his grin with a shy smile of your own as he stood up to welcome you.
"Hey," he whispered, eyes running over your face like he had missed it.
Just like you had missed his. You did your own scanning of his features that seemed to elude joy and excitement instead of the heavy misery you’d noticed just moments before.
You ducked your head with a timid wave. "Hey, yourself."
"What are you doing here?" He gestured around the empty street, tossing a glance past you at your friends. "It's past eight in the evening and this doesn’t look like a very proper or safe place."
“I came with friends, but… they got occupied with some stuff, half a mile back,” you explained, clearing your throat. "And I, uh, was actually hoping to find you here? Which I did. What are you doing here? The frat house is being renovated, so they moved the party this year.”
Jimin reached out with a hand to take yours, nibbling on his lower lip. “Would you believe me if I said I was hoping to see you?”
Well. Given how he had seemed to light up on discovering your presence, you kinda would believe him.
Just as you had opened your mouth to respond, your eyes caught his dress-up. The same damn Prince outfit you’d been seeing for the past two years. You frowned in confusion. Even if you ignored the repetition, you were left wondering why he’d be dressed up in a costume when a party wasn’t even happening. Until you recalled Namjoon’s theories.
And then it felt like you were beginning to understand what was up; Jimin didn’t even just live off campus, he didn’t even study at your university. He just came here for this one party. He probably didn’t belong to a very well off family, which was why he wore the same outfit every year.
You stepped closer to him, squeezing his hand. “I do.”
Jimin’s smile grew, pushing his eyes into the adorable, tiny slits you’d seen them be only once before. Your heart warmed at the sight.
“Good. But don’t be roaming such dark streets with friends that are irresponsible enough to leave you alone so carelessly.”
His concern made you bite your lip to hide your giddy smile. “Yeah, well. They’re kind of idiots, but they’re all I got, so…”
You looked over your shoulder, squinting in the dark in hopes of spotting their silhouettes.
“Uh, I think they actually left. Or they made up and are fucking in some alley,” you mumbled, bitter and irritated at the duo’s neverending drama.
Jimin laughed, pulling your grumpy self into his form, his arm curling around your back to hold you to him, and started to walk you both down the street. You smiled at the feeling of it.
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fucked up. | jjk sm au
⇆series: #fake
⇆main ship: gamer!jungkook x student!reader
⇆genre: angst, angst, and angst and then some fluff
⇆word count: 4.5K (unedited)
⇆warnings: theres cussing, unprotected sex, (wrap it up smh.) riding, dirty talk, tension between yn and jungkook, slut shaming, taehyung x lou ;), taejoon friendship confirmed, jimin and yoongi fight, jungkook and yn fight, everyone is messy tbh
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Yn ; October 31th | 11:21 pm
The minute you and Lou are entering the house, everything is in full swing. People scattered all around, some at the bar table filling their cups with whatever type of booze they could, others dancing, playing beer pong, and much more that you knew Jin would throw a fit about later.
Lou is parting ways with you, automatically walking her way to the booze table and pushing some guy you’ve never seen over as you make yourself home to a space on the couch. Lou looked pretty, just like your dark angel costume, she’d placed herself in a white version, the curve of her body showing nicely. She was indeed a pretty angel.
Taehyung is the second person who you see tonight, walking up to you with the same smile you’ve known since fifth grade. “Care if I join you?” He’s noticeably a vampire, the corners of his mouth leaked with fake blood as his red contacts contrast with the costume.
“Sure, Lou went and ditched me… as usual.”
He’s laughing, the only sound that made you feel comfortable in this crowded house full of people you’ve seen but never made the time to get to know. The two of you had finally been able to talk after a long time and it was nice. You and Taehyung were good friends and you hoped it stayed that way.
“I like your costume.” He says, taking a quick glance over at your outfit, but deciding that if he looked any further it would make you uncomfortable.
You’re smiling at him this time, settling into the party as your side tucks into his. “You want something to drink?” Nodding slowly, Taehyung is standing up and walking towards the bar table.
It had been a few minutes of you sitting there when you decided to walk around the place. Loud music with people’s chatter to overlap with it. You easily are swinging past bodies, trying to find Taehyung’s figure who wasn’t at the bar table any more. It wasn’t until you feel a hand on your shoulder when you are close by the backyard sliding doors that you stop. “Hey.”
You turn and there Jungkook is, red solo cup in hand, and a smile placed on his face as your heart pounds. He looks hot, black hood over his head with clown makeup decorating his face, his jeans ripped like always. His costume was simple, but even so, still made your heart race.
He had been waiting to see you all night, got here early due to Namjoon’s request to get out the house and help, and so seeing you here made his heart happy, made him happy.
He’s taking a long glance down your body, swallowing hard when he notices that you aren't wearing alot to cover your figure, parts of your body like your cleavage and thighs on full display to him. “Like what you see?” You tease as he frowns down at you, which has you laughing, unintentionally placing your hand on his chest.
His gaze softens the minute your touch is all he feels. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter?” He asks, watching as you move closer to him every time someone pushes past you. “Sure, follow me.” You say as you slip your hand into his and start leading him past others, not noticing the blush that rises on your cheeks.
Namjoon ; October 31th | 11:37 pm
Namjoon was a tall.. a little too tall handsome guy, to which he had found out by the longing glances he would get from girls and even so guys. This was not his usual thing, never had himself at a party so he was determined to find someone he knew and hang with them for the majority of the night.
Slipping past a few people, he’s coming into sight of Taehyung, choppy brown hair displaying in messy waves as a red solo cup had been accompanying him for the night. Namjoon is walking up to him, dimples on full display, which has Taehyung splitting his gaze from something to him in an instant. “Yo dude, like your costume.”
Namjoon did not plan to go all out for this simple halloween party, and seeing as Jin told him that it was a costume party, he opted to dress up as his future career. He wore a bright orange nasa jumpsuit, one that his mom bought him per his request. He wanted to be an astronaut and sure hell this kid could do it.
“Thanks.” Namjoon takes a seat beside Taehyung, finally realizing that his attention wasn’t on the 5’11 tall ass guy seated next to him, but rather on a shorter girl who’s doe eyes were scanning around the kitchen.
Namjoon recognized her almost instantly, didn't even have to question it by the way Taehyung is sighing hard. “When has she looked that pretty, and why am I just realizing this.” He blurts, Namjoon not knowing if he’s talking to him or to the air that this party didn’t have enough of.
“Why don’t you talk to her?” Taehyung cocks his head in Namjoons direction, an unrecognizable look on his face. He had been watching her the minute he assumed you found Jungkook, his gaze not being able to falter at all from her direction.
“I don’t know man, I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.” Taehyung admits, he didn’t know whatever the feeling that he felt right now was. But he did know if he were to explore it, he could possibly fuck it all up.
“Well, you never know. That’s why they are called “leaps of faith,” namjoon shifts in his spot on the couch, watching as the girl they had been looking at is startly approached by another figure. “You never know. If you don’t go, others will.”
Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, getting up from his seat the minute the girl’s face crinkles in uncomfortableness at the other unknown guy. Taehyung didn’t know what would come out of him and Lou, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t ignore how he felt at that moment.
Jimin ; November 1st | 12:03 pm
If there was one thing Jimin knew, it was that costumes at Halloween parties are not mandatory. He very much disliked dressing up in some tacky costume, like a couple who had just walked past him as a firefighter and a dalmation. Fucking lame.
Instead, Jimin dressed hot, dressed in clothes that he wore all the time, but for Yoongi, it made his heart pound and Jimin knew that. Could tell all just by the way Yoongi would take long glances the whole ride to Jin’s and would constantly suck in air the minute Jimin is softly brushing against him.
Jimin had been seated on one of the bar stools in the den of Jin’s house, carefully watching as Jin and Yoongi go at it in a round of beer pong. Yoongi was losing terribly, his attention too intertwined with the blonde that was sitting comfortably behind him.
Jin’s turn was next, only had three more cups to go before Yoongi was completely plastered, which meant that Jimin would have to drive them home. Yoongi was already starting to become drunk, the smell of booze making Jimin’s nose crinkle in a cringe. Drinking was overrated.
Jin takes one of the balls in his hands, angling his hand as he squints before chucking the ball, the sound of a plastic ball hitting liquid making Yoongi groan. “F-fuck man.” Yoongi grunts, slipping the ball out of the cup before tipping the cup up to his lips and chugging the rest of its contents.
Jimin watched with distaste, Jin smirking widely before waiting for Yoongi to try his shot with the remaining eight cups left on Jin’s side. “Man, I think it’s far to see I've won.” Jin says taunting but Yoongi glares hard at the older male. “You, you shut your big lip ass up. I can do it just fine you f-fucker.”
Yoongi reaches his hand down into the small basket full of ping pong balls, grabbing the plastic orb and trying to copy Jin’s movements, but failed with a drunken stance, the ping pong ball bouncing off the table and onto the floor.
“S-shit.” He groans, Jin smirking as Jimin rolls his eyes. There was no way that Yoongi was going to win and it was starting to annoy Jimin because he was sitting here watching him just drink and drink.
Soon enough Yoongi was sipping down his last drink, proving ultimately that Jin won fair and square. “Damn dude, usually you beat me. Must be my lucky day.” Jin laughs out and Jimin slips off from the bar stool. “I’m going to go get me some water.”
Yoongi being completely plastered was a bad thing. Not only was he extremely clumsy but he was ill-tempered and acted rash and right on the spot. So the minute he’s coming to the conclusion Jimin’s leaving him behind, he’s turning fast and accidentally spilling the remainder of booze on Jimin’s clothes.
“Fuck! Baby I didn’t mean to.” Yoongi says, not paying attention to the looks people are starting to give the minute they realize what just left his mouth.
Jimin didn’t care about his clothes, but what he did care about was Yoongi just outting them out. Outting him out. Yoongi had been trying to wipe away the stain with his hand, not even understanding that wasn’t how it worked.
Jimin slapped his hand away, Yoongi’s face forming into a frown as he realized Jimin was pissed. “Don’t fucking touch me.” Yoongi finally realized around him that people were watching, looking back at Jimin.
And here came the ill-temper that Yoongi had when drunk.
“Are you fucking embarrassed of us? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Yn ; October 31th | 11:42 pm
You had found no one occupying Jin’s guest room, slowly leading Jungkook inside and locking it so no one could come busting inside and interrupting the two of you. Which was usually drunks and or people looking for places to fuck.
Jungkook sat on the end of the bed, his usual man spreading pose coming into your line of sight. It makes you blush, having to stop yourself from being anymore of a fool that you could possibly be.
“Hey, you can come sit too.” Patting with persistence you’re sitting down with a slight giggle that has Jungkook smiling back at you. He had noticed the blush that placed your cheeks, his starting to burn.
“You’re blushing.” You blurt out, that has Jungkook flinching as a slightly irritated look was on his face. “You’re the one who’s blushing.” He says, eyebrows furrowed as you look away from, trying to cool down your face.
“It’s because of you,” he speaks out, his straightforwardness never faulting in his personality. You turn your head to face him, face bright red with doe eyes piercing his gaze. “It’s because of you that is making me blush.”
At this moment your heart is beating fast, his body shifting closer to yours as you swallow hard. Jungkook has always been clear cut, always knew what he wanted, but when you came along, his dynamic changed. He wanted you, and he wanted to prove it.
“Tell me if you don’t want to.” That’s all he says as he waits for your response. Your heart almost about to burst out of your chest. You wanted this, for him to kiss you again and to be wrapped up in just him. “Go ahead..”
That is all you had to say before his lips are in the space of yours, hearts beating at the same pace together. His hand slowly creeped up and intermingled with yours. Your stomach filled with butterflies, his warmth and smell surrounding your senses.
The next thing you knew, you were spread out on the sheets of Jin’s guest room, Jungkook’s flushed face and deep breaths as he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. “I don’t have a condom.” He says, because obviously he didn’t think he would be over your naked body like this, about to fuck you like this.
Your response is filled with shyness, the fact you’ve never let someone look at you like this, and because he didn't know he looked so adorable at this moment. Hair standing up every which way, eyes hooded, and cheeks pink. “You can continue..”
“Is this your first time?" He asks as though that should be the response to what was about to happen. You can't help the giggle that tumbles from your lips, gesturing along to his slightly shocked face. "Yeah, it is."
He's coming over to you, looking you in the eyes as you slightly bite a hold on your lip. "Ah, uhm okay. I’ll be gentle, just tell me if anything is hurting." He talks distractedly as he investigates your body and you can't tell if he’s nervous or just doesn't know what he’s doing.
Whenever he's settled on his decision, he's moving to lay over you once more, your legs spread out towards him. Going to press another kiss to your mouth, however you're halting him before your lips are contacting. "You can chill too, you know? I don’t expect this to be perfect."
He’s nodding his head, before sitting up and pulling his shirt off his head, which was the last article of clothing that made the two not fully naked.
"How about you ride me," An idea that plainly flew into his head, however he's finishing, moving back and onto his back. You couldn’t help the blush that crept up on your face the minute his hands came in contact with your waist, placing you above his torso.
He’s moving to align himself perfectly with your entrance, a slight moan escaping from your lips the minute you're slowly slipping to be seated on him. He groans, his hands coming to make a place on your hips. You didn’t know what to do at first, this had been your first time, and it wasn’t like you were taking notes on how to be fucked.
It was the way he would moan differently that had you figuring out a better pace for the both of you. His head had been placed back into his pillow, at an angle to where he could watch how your tits would bounce and exactly how your wetness would pool down onto his dick. “God fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.”
His words rolled off his tongue with such ease, you hadn’t been uncomfortable at all by his dirty talk. And he knew that just by the way your walls would clench and a longed out whine would slip past your lips. If you did that again he probably would have cum right then and there.
His hands held a tighter grasp on your hips the minute you were placing your hands to rest on his chest, your hips rolling at a quicker pace, his dick rubbing up and down on your walls. “Fuck..” His tip slips back as you bring down your hips back onto him.
“Yeah baby, just like that." He praises, voice stressed as he feels his cock jerk somewhere inside you. He's not even sure where you learned this, because plot twist you didn’t learn it anywhere. Your pussy fixes around him at the finish of his words and it pushes him to the edge, making him throw his head back again.
It’s when he’s feeling his high coming that he’s moving your back, your chest pressed to his as he’s moving his legs and thrusting into your pussy. You moan loudly, his nails digging into your hips as your hands are tangled in his hair. Lips finding each other as you could feel your climax reaching too.
He doesn’t stop his fast thrusts until your moaning non stop, the feel of your nails digging hard into his hair, legs shaking uncontrollably as the two of you are hitting your climax. The sound of his moans mixing with yours as the only person you thought about was him.
His arms stay around your body until the roll of your hips transforms into little jerks, gasped breaths hitting his neck which has him smiling softly. His neck cranes so he can get a decent glance at your face, a fucked out smile on your face. “Damn, dick that good?” He teases as he feels a huff pressed to his skin.
You're fast to turn in his arms, scrunching your nose as you gaze toward him. "You suck, you really looked hot in that costume," He laughs loudly at that, as he rests his nose in the crook of your neck. You're immediately loaded up with warmth as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. He wanted nothing but to stay in this moment with you.
An all around recognizable feeling starts to pool in your stomach. It was beginning to get harder to contain your complete infatuation with Jungkook, to hold yourself back from falling excessively fast. The way he had been holding onto you gently, drawing circles with his fingertips, and even humming softly, you knew you were fucked.
Yn ; November 1st | 12:37 pm
Soon enough Jungkook is slipping away from your grasp, checking the constant notifications dinging from his phone which made him shoot up from the bed and hurry up to put on his clothes.
“Woah- Is everything okay?” You ask, pulling the sheets with you to cover yourself. Jungkook could see the worried expression on your face, “Yeah baby, don’t worry Hoseok needs me down stairs, Jimin and Yoongi are fighting.”
The minute you are hearing his words, you have to digest. First, he called you baby and boy did you like it, and second Jimin and Yoongi were fighting? You were shocked, hurrying to get out of bed but Jungkook is stopping you.
“No. You stay here okay? I’ll come back after it’s all done, it’s just so you don’t get hurt.” That’s all he says before he’s rushing out of the room leaving you with a shocked and worried feeling.
It had been about twenty minutes and Jungkook still hadn’t come back, so you decided that you would go see what was going on by yourself.
Walking down the stairs in one of Jin’s hoodies and shorts, you heard a lot of yelling, but most importantly crying. Slipping through a few people your heart almost broke at the sight.
Jungkook had been holding back Yoongi as Hoseok and Jin did the same with Jimin, Yoonig’s face streaming with tears, eyes red and nose bloodshot. “Why the fuck are you so scared huh?? Am I nothing to you?!?” He screams, trying to claw out of Jungkook’s hold as Jimin’s eyes are just as hurt as Yoongi’s are. “I never said shit about that Yoongi! I just wished you would have given me time!”
Yoongi can’t control what he’s feeling at that point, tears still streaming as he’s still trying to fight his way out of Jungkook's hold. “You’re my fucking boyfriend Jimin?! Why is that so hard to accept??” Everyone is shocked as Jimin breaks down. You had never seen Yoongi so hurt before, never seen him cry and sure as hell never seen him interested in someone. Jimin doesn’t even look Yoongi in the eyes before he’s leaving, slipping past people who were recording, tears streaming through both of their eyes. Yoongi screams after him, begging him to stop walking and come back but Jimin doesn't and you could tell it broke Yoongi more.
Soon enough Jin announces the party will continue and for no one to panic as him and Jungkook lead Yoongi up towards his room, trying to calm down the crying guy with every walk.
You needed something to drink after that, today was a lot to process and a drink from whatever was in the bottle that was in your hand would suffice. “Now bitch, boy do I have some tea to spill for you.” Lou’s voice rang from beside you, a bright smile on her face.
She instantly notices you’re in Jin’s clothes, but decides that she’ll ask you about it later, but first she needs to tell you about what she just experienced. “Girlfriend guess who just kis-” She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence before someone is walking up.
Lou steps beside you the second her personal space is being invaded, the look on the guys face nasty and uncomfortable. “I’m glad I finally found you again, I never got to ask your name before that one guy came.”
From the way Lou shudders and the way he talks you can tell she’s met him and doesn’t want to again. “Listen dude, she’s not interested.” You speak up, but the guy doesn’t take his hint, a sour look on his face the minute you’re interjecting.
“Listen bitch, why don’t you go get fucked somewhere else alright?”
He’s motioning towards Jin’s clothes, a ping in your chest the minute you realise he just slut shamed you, an instant feeling of discomfort coming through your skin. Lou is seconds from saying something before Taehyung is stepping behind the guy and coughing loudly.
The guy falters, looking over his shoulder and swallowing down. “You know what? I think my friend just called me.” No one gets to say anything before he’s walking fastly away, a worried expression on Taehyung’s face. “Yn? You alright?”
You couldn’t move, the minute you are hearing the concerned voices of Lou and Taehyung has you unintentionally crying. Taehyung doesn’t know what to do when he sees this, softly reaching out and grabbing a hold on your arm and pulling you into a hug.
Jungkook ; November 1st | 1:13 pm
Jungkook helps Jins put Yoongi on his bed before he’s walking across the room into the guest room and being hit with emptiness. He rushed downstairs and looked across the house only to see people going back to what they were doing.
It’s when he looks toward the kitchen that he sees you, but what he sees makes his thoughts run loose. He couldn’t deny that since the day he had proposed to “fake date” that maybe you still thought of it like that and even so, liked Taehyung.
He was pissed, pissed because now he was convincing himself that you played him, pissed at himself for slowly falling for you when he shouldn’t have. He’s walking over towards the kitchen area and clawing you out of Taehyung’s grasp. “Man what the fuck.” Taehyung frowns hard at the younger guy, but Jungkook isn’t looking at him.
“I think it’s time to end the deal.” Jungkook seethes through his teeth, his jaw clenched as you looked confused. Lou and Taehyung were confused behind him. “Jungkook why are you ups-” He doesn’t let you finish, the grip on your hand tight. “I was stupid to think you liked me, but you know what that’s what I get huh? I mean I was the one who suggested for you to fake date me to get over Taehyung for Lou. But even still it looks like Taehyung likes you over her.”
“You did WHAT??” And that’s when shit hits the fan. Jungkook’s eyes widen the minute he realizes what he’s said, Lou scrunching her fists around the cup she had in her hands, liquid spewing out.
“What a load of bullshit.” She doesn’t even look at Jungkook, her cold gaze directed towards you. You had seen this look before, always toward her mom or her brother when they severely pissed her off, but now it was directed toward you for the first time.
“I knew it was all fucking weird. But you two seriously took me for a fucking fool huh? I can’t believe this is what you do behind my back.” You were scrambling, trying your best to not break down. “Lou it’s not what you think-” She doesn’t let you finish either, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and throwing it on the floor, breaking it. “So this is the kind of friend you take me for!!” She looks you dead in the eyes, before turning around and realizing that Taehyung had heard Jungkook’s words. She couldn’t do this, turning around fully and running away, out the house or somewhere in the house, just anywhere away from there.
You push your way out of Jungkook’s grasp, making him realize that he fucked up the minute that he’s watching your back, your figure running away and out the house. You had just lost your best friend and the guy you were falling for all in one night.
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temporary bliss | j.sc
Member | jung sungchan (nct) + female!reader
Rating | m
Genre + Tropes | idol!sungchan, asssistant!reader, fwb!au, romance (smut, slight angst)
Warning(s) | explicit language, sexual content (pwp, oral [m +f receiving], nipple play, face fucking, doggy, cowgirl, missionary), sungchan is a fuck boi and reader is dumb smh
Length | 4.1k+
Prompts | ‘After Midnight’ by WayV for the Event # 3: Song Association - Risqué hosted by the Neo Smut Collective network! Please go check out the other wonderful works in the event and check out the whole network if you get the chance <333
Playlist | After Midnight - WayV // Temporary Bliss - The Cab
Summary | The closest you can get to Jung Sungchan being yours is after midnight.
(Or; when it comes to Sungchan, you take what you can get.)
Note: hi!! it’s a bit late, but it’s here !!! this is the i’ve never really written super explicit smut before, so this is by far the filthiest thing i’ve written ;; i originally wanted to do some sort of cinderella!au or something, but i couldn’t think of a sufficient plot, so i came up with this instead haha. maybe i’ll visit the cinderella!au in the future. please let me know what you think! it would mean a lot to me haha
It’s late when you’re finally able to call it a day.
Your muscles creak and ache in ways that it shouldn’t for your age and your feet hiss from the constant running around to tend to errands and preparing props and make up. The elevator of your apartment complex has been down all week, so you’re forced to trudge the three floor trek against your will. When you finally make it to your door, your phone buzzes with a text notification and you’re tempted to toss it over your shoulder. It’s been a long day and you want nothing more than a hot shower before flinging yourself onto your bed.
You want to ignore it, but you know the photoshoot is coming up soon and everything is on a tight schedule. The slightest mishap will throw everything out of order and since you’re at the bottom of the totem pole, you know the magazine editors and photographers will take out their wrath on you.
You heave a sigh and jam in your apartment key with misdirected anger as you open the text.
[23:41] 0XX-XXX-XXXX: you free tonight?
It’s an unsaved number, but you know exactly who it is. You suck in a deep breath in spite of yourself. Your body is prickling in anticipation as you mindlessly scroll up through the past text history with the number.
It all unfolds the same. He texts first and you reply each and every time. You’re not proud of yourself, but you can’t help it. Tonight is no different.
Your fingers dance across the keyboard on their own accord and you bite your lip thinking about how you have to be at the studio tomorrow at 06:00 sharp.
[23:43]: yeah.
Yes. It’ll be fine. You can make time. You always do.
The little grey text bubble with the three flashing dots pop up immediately and you find yourself feeling embarrassingly giddy at the sight of it.
[23:44] 0XX-XXX-XXXX: cool. same place, same time?
So much for a hot shower and much needed sleep. You waste no time in replying. Playing hard to get and coy with him gets you nowhere and you’ve accepted it.
[23:45]: works for me. see you there
A bolded ‘Read at 23:45’ appears in the corner of your message and you don’t get another reply from him after.
You quietly make your way to your room, as to not wake up your roommate, and you beeline straight for the shower. The hot water trickles over your body and you swear you can melt entirely, but you don’t allow yourself the luxury of enjoying it. The motel is a twenty minute walk from your place, so you need to hurry. You spritz on perfume before throwing on a quick outfit and a cap before you grab your keys and make your way out for the night. You used to put much more thought and care in your wardrobe when it first started, but you realized the clothes you meticulously picked out never stayed on long enough to be appreciated anyway.
The night is chilly and you adjust your mask for a more snug fit over your face.
Late night texts and substandard motels are not things you would expect to be associated with Jung Sungchan, but here you are making haste across dark alleys underneath a starless Seoul skyline.
It was just a few months ago when the two of you were strangers.
Jung Sungchan was the latest model for the pictorial your mentor was spearheading for Allure in partnership with Dr.G. You were a newly hired assistant with only a few months time of wetting her toes in the magazine business. The work was tough and the pay abysmal. There were more menial tasks, such as fetching coffee and ordering lunch, than you’d like, but you understood the industry and knew how competitive it was. You were young and you were willing to bite your tongue in order to climb to the top.
It was his first real third party photoshoot, so he was stiff, but still polite nonetheless. His skin was alabaster and he towered over the bustling staff who were in charge of styling and make up. He was very handsome, but you weren’t exactly swept off your feet at the sight of him. Working with various models day in and day out made you immune to a pretty face, no matter how pretty Jung Sungchan’s was.
At least that’s what you thought. You didn’t realize how taken you were with him until the celebration party after the successful shoot. The shoot took close to 20 hours to finish in its entirety and everyone was in a drinking mood. The party was at rented loft and spanned the entire night. Three hours and multiple bottles of soju in, you found yourself next to the man of the hour.
It’s a little hazy, but somehow after exchanging conversation and a few, okay, maybe a lot more, drinks, you found yourself in bed with him. Jung Sungchan was a little too charming to resist and before you knew it, the two of you crossed the line.
You were sure you’d be in the biggest of trouble, but all the staff was plastered and you thanked every higher being that you could think of for getting away unscathed. Your indiscretion would stay nothing more than just that, and you could go back to living your life as if you hadn’t just bedded one of the new members of NCT.
But here you are, at said motel where you’d agree to meet Sungchan the first time after that night and the very same motel where you two have agreed to meet at every time.
“Is the queen suite available for three hours?”
The man at the front desk didn’t even lift his eyes from the computer screen to meet yours. “Yeah, you know the hourly rate right?”
“I do.” You say as you handed over the appropriate amount of bills.
He counts the bills and finally hands over your room key when satisfied.
You make your way to the room, the path practically muscle memory at this point. The room is moderate sized with scant decorations, but the mattress plush and bathroom clean. That’s what Sungchan likes most about this place.
You plop yourself on the mattress after placing your cap and face mask on the nightstand. The neon green of the clock reads ‘00:19’ and you know he’ll be here soon enough.
This relationship, no, this arrangement the two of you have is dangerous and you’re not stupid enough to not know. The risks involved far outweigh any possible benefit, but the one benefit was being close to Jung Sungchan, so you allow yourself to play with fire a little longer.
You were never one to mix business with pleasure, but a random text a few weeks after the Dr.G shoot has you biting your words. Now you’re at the whim of Jung Sungchan. He texts. You answer. You two meet up at the same motel. You usually pay for the room, but he’ll pay if he gets there first. You two fuck. He leaves first. He always leaves first. It’s the same song and dance, but your heart cracks just the tiniest bit each time, but when he texts, you answer.
The clock reads ‘00:24’ when you hear a quiet knock on the door. You take a quick breath to steady yourself before opening the door. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him and the sight of him at the door frame of a dimly lit motel is no less breathtaking.
Sungchan wastes no time when he sees you. He pulls you in for a rough kiss and you stumble slightly before steadying yourself against him. He haphazardly closes the door and locks it clumsily without ceasing to kiss you once.
This is how it is with him. All efficiency and no pleasantries. Jung Sungchan knows what he wants and gets it.
He backs you on to the mattress and you fall back, the mattress sinking with your weight and some of his as your hair is splayed back on the white sheets. He gives himself a moment and drinks in the sight of you before diving back down and kissing your neck.
“How long did you reserve the room for?” He asks between kisses as he makes quick work of your clothes.
You grab at his shirt and try to unbuckle his belt before answering, “three hours.”
“Hm,” he pulls back to take off his shirt. Your shorts are halfway off at your knees and your shirt’s gone too, your bra is exposed to his appreciative gaze. “I have an early start tomorrow. I have to leave earlier than usual.”
“That’s fine.” Disappointment pools at the bottom of your belly and you grab his face to pull him into another kiss. It’s wet and unrestrained, your tongue against his, but it does little to dispel your negative feelings. Sungchan groans against you, deepening the kiss while absolutely clueless to the sinking feeling in your body.
You want to yell at him and kick him out. If he couldn’t stay long then why come at all. Why text you in the first place. You had an early start too. You just finished a 18 hour work day and you’re fucking tired too. You want to scream and shout, but you don’t.
You’re nothing more than a coward, so you bite his bottom lip in frustration, but that just gets him more riled up and you feel his growing erection strain against his jeans.
“Fuck,” he lets out. “You’re so sexy today.”
You’re a little annoyed that he’s enjoying it, so you grab his head by the hair to be at eye level with him. You’re careful not to pull too hard despite your anger. His pretty face and every pretty little hair on his head has always been your weakness.
Sungchan stares back at you, eyes brimming with unbridled lust and your resolve falters just the slightest bit, but you bite it back.
“Eat me out.” You demand.
His eyes are unwavering as pulls you in for another rough kiss. When you start to match his rhythm, he abruptly pulls back. You’re embarrassed at the way your neck arched toward him to chase his retreating lips.
“Sure,” he says as he completely pulls off your shorts. “I’ll gladly eat you out.”
Your panties are soaked and it may have been because you were so excited at the prospect of seeing him for the first time in a while after weeks without hearing from him, but you’ll never admit it out loud.
“Aw babe,” he teases with a quick swipe of his finger over your aching folds. “Look at how wet you are. All wet for me, right?”
You look away as you keep your mouth sealed. You’ll never let him have that kind of satisfaction over you.
Sungchan chuckles to himself at your little show of defiance before he gets to work. His tongue laps at your core and he switches up the pressure just the way you like it. He eats you out like a man starved and makes his hand useful by stimulating your clit simultaneously. Your hands are threaded through his locks and your toes curl. Sungchan knows exactly how you like it from your many hook ups and he has you seeing stars in no time. Your body writhes underneath him, but he’s unrelenting against your pussy. He doesn't stop fully simulating you until you’ve fully ridden the extent of your climax.
Your chest is heaving and your skin sticky with a slight sheen of sweat.
“So fast today,” he mutters. He makes direct eye contact as he licks his fingers dry.
“Shut up, I’m just pent up that’s all.” You snicker.
“Did you miss me?” he asks before capturing your lips for another kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but you pay little mind as you match his fervor. His lithe finger works hard to unclasp your bra to have you entirely exposed to him. He admires your body in all its beauty and places a peck over your collarbone. “Just admit you missed me.”
“I didn’t.” You lie. Your body is sensitive from your high and you flinch as his hands ghost over your torso. He peppers kisses all the way down to your breasts and skillfully takes a nipple in his mouth and rolls the other between his fingers. You gasp out loud and your body arches to meet him. You can feel him grinning against you and you kind of hate yourself.
“Aw, don’t be like that.” His words sound as if he’s hurt, but his cheeky tone is impossible to miss. “Cause I missed you, babe.”
Your throat goes dry and he moves his mouth over the other nipple to give it the same treatment. You decide to say nothing and just allow yourself to give into his ministrations. By the time he’s done, your nipples are sensitive to the max and your core is aching.
You kiss him again, wanting nothing more to be close to him and he kisses you back greedily. It’s messy with no hint of grace, but it gets the job done. Sungchan pulls away first, his words raspy and strained. “Suck me off.”
You want to argue, but he’s already taking off his pants and urging you to get on your knees.
Sungchan is sitting on the edge of the bed with you snug between his legs. His cock stands stiff and proud as he looks at you expectedly. You act annoyed, but you do as he says regardless.
You start with a quick kiss on the tip before making long drawn out licks on all sides of his cock. Once satisfied, you decided to take him in. You bob your head along his length and alternate between taking it in and pressured licks. You grab his balls and fondle him gently where he likes it. You also learned what he likes from all the clandestine escapades you two shared.
You also learn that Sungchan is loud in bed.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He grips your hair tightly as he guides your head and whenever you do something he’s especially fond of, he likes to stroke his thumbs against your cheek in praise. “You’re always so good, babe.”
His words edge you on and you find yourself wanting to please him more. You’re more turned on than ever and you use your free hand to finger yourself. You feel tightly wound and crave some form of release.
“Oh my god,” Sungchan rasps. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
You take him all the way in as a reply. His dick is touching the back of your throat and you firmly make a fist with your thumb wrapped around your fingers to suppress your gag reflex. You take him as far as you can and your nose just misses his navel by the slightest bit. His hips buck against your mouth and you do your best not to choke.
“Baby,” he hisses against you as he holds your face in place. His hips are moving again and you feel tears prick your eyes as drool comes out from the both sides of your mouth. “You’ve always looked the prettiest between my legs with my dick in your mouth.”
He fucks into your face for just a few more strokes before pulling you off. “I want to come in your pussy, babe.”
Sungchan’s words have a wild edge to them, but you can barely register them as you’re coughing. Your throat feels raw and you wobble at your feet as you make you way back on the bed. He’s putting on a condom as you get into position. You know he always likes to take you from the back first, with your face in the pillow and your ass up in the air.
You grab a pillow to prop under you for support and you allow yourself to slump over for a few seconds of rest. Just a moment later, you can feel Sungchan looming over you.
“I love how you know just what I like,” he hums as his tip teases the edge of your lips. “Saves so much time.”
“Just fuck me.” You’re exasperated and so desperately horny for him.
He does what you say. Sungchan sinks into you and gives you just time to adjust to his length. You’ve been too busy to even play with your toys, so you haven’t had any stimulation down there at all. You feel stretched out, but in the most delicious way. Sungchan starts moving before you give him the okay, and normally you’d be pissed, but god does it feel so fucking good.
His grip is tight and painful as he holds onto your hips while he rams into you. His pace is intense and delicious. You drown yourself in Sungchan.
“Shit,” you moan. You don’t like to stroke his already massive ego, but he has you feeling delirious. “So good. Feels so fucking good.”
“What was that?” He taunts. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“Fuck you.” you spit.
His pace halts to an aching stop and you feel like crying. His cock is all the way in and he leans over your body. His hand reaches over to play with you clit as he whispers in your ear. “That’s not very nice. I just couldn’t hear very well, that’s all. No need to be so nasty, you know it hurts my feelings.”
You try to buck against Sungchan, but he uses his free hand to keep your hips in place and his other plays with your clit even harder. He bites your shoulder blade and you think tears really are going to come out.
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” You cry. “Stop being such a fucking dick and just fuck me until I can’t think.”
Sungchan freezes against you for the slightest bit, before you can feel him slide out of you. You expect him to ram into you and fuck you senseless for being so disrespectful, but you feel the mattress shift as he lies down next to you.
“You really are so mean, babe.” His eyes twinkle as he looks at your confused face. “I don’t think I’m really in the mood anymore, you really hurt my feelings this time.”
Your mind goes blank at the loss of his heat. It’s a lie of course, his dick is ramrod straight and aching to fuck you again, but fuck you’re just too damn horny to think straight.
“I’m s-sorry” You splutter. It’s pathetic how easy you give into him and fall into his traps. “I said you’re good, so fucking good. So don’t make a liar of me and just fuck me.”
“I will,” You sigh in relief, but you jolt up when he finishes his sentence. “But only if you ride me first.”
The shock you feel leaves you speechless and he eggs you on even more. “What is it, babe? Don’t know how to ride a dick?”
You know exactly what kind of stupid game he’s trying to pull, but your pussy desperately needs to be filled, so fine. You’ll play his game and beat him in process.
You climb on top of Sungchan, your knees on both sides of his hips as your dripping pussy hovers over the tip of his cock. You can feel him twitch in anticipation. He’s looking up at you with a cocky little smile, but you can see the dangerous glint in his eyes that’s full of need. You had more fight in you, but his look erases it all. You take your right hand to line up his length at your entrance while your left hand steadies your body. When you sink on his dick, the both of you groan simultaneously.
You rock against him slowly as you experiment where to put your hands to maximise your control. Once you’ve settled into a steady rhythm that has the both of your going crazy, you’re relentless on top of his cock. He has one hand on your hip to guide you while the other plays with your clit.
All types of noises and expletives escape your mouth as you near your high. “Yeah,” you pant. “Just like that, Sungchan. Keep touching me like that.”
He groans under you and grips your hip even harder as you reach your second orgasm. You slump over his body, your hair stuck against your slick back. You roll off his body out of breath and Sungchan sits up over you to kiss you. It’s leisure and languid and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He allows you to do as you wish, but he pulls back shortly after.
“Ready for more?” He asks.
“What?” Your mind is a little slow after two orgasms.
“I didn’t come yet.” He reminds you.
“Right.”
Sungchan takes off the condom and strokes his dick slowly. It’s still stiff and you realize you don’t mind another round.
“Yeah, sure.” You agree.
“I’ll give you a treat for riding me, babe.” He grins as he puts on a fresh condom. “You can pick the position.”
You mull over your choices. Your body is sensitive to the max right now, so you don’t need that much more stimulation. You finally decide. “Missionary.”
“Sure.” He says while setting up a pillow for you. You lie down slowly as he moves to position himself.
Sungchan enters you with ease and once he’s all the way in, you wrap your legs around his waist. He grabs the other pillow and motions you to raise your hips before placing it under your hips for a better angle. He rocks into you at a moderate speed before picking up his pace. There are other positions that make you see stars, but nothing beats the intimacy of missionary. Sungchan is the closest to being yours in this position, so you allow yourself to indulge.
You wrap your arms around his neck for another kiss and this one is soft and sweet. Sungchan returns it in the same manner and you allow yourself to think of him as your lover and your lover alone in that brief moment.
“I’m about to come,” he grunts against your mouth. “Can I come?”
You nod and he hugs you tight before bucking his hips in a near frenzied pace. You can feel him reach his high as his body stutters against yours. Sungchan collapses on you shortly after and you both heave your chest in synch. You revel in the post-orgasm bliss with Sungchan, but it never lasts long.
He moves to extricate your sweaty bodies and you want to ask him to stay in bed a little longer, but you don’t. He removes the condom and makes a little knot before tossing it in the trash bin.
“I’m going to wash first, ‘that cool with you?” Sungchan asks as if you have a say in the matter. As if he isn’t already in the bathroom and turning on the shower as the words leave his mouth.
But you know your role and you play the part. “Go ahead.”
You know Sungchan can’t hear you anyway because he shut the bathroom door before you can reply.
The sound of the shower fills the room as you look up at the ceiling. You allow yourself to rest for a few more minutes before rolling over to see the clock reading ‘01:59.’ You take a complimentary towel to give yourself a preliminary clean before your turn in the shower. He’s never asked to shower together once.
When Sungchan is done, he leaves the shower looking fresh, but smelling of cheap motel shampoo. It’s another thing that you’ve come to associate with Jung Sungchan.
He gathers his things from the nightstand and you make your way to the shower.
“Hey,” Sungchan calls over his shoulder just as you reach the bathroom. “I’ll see you again?”
No.
This isn’t any good for you. You can’t just keep crawling back from for a quick climax and a few minutes of intimacy. You can’t let him use you in whatever way he wants just in exchange for a few kisses. You can’t keep being at his beck and call and drop everything to give him a quick release. You have your own life and schedule too. You want more than what he can give, so stop doing this to yourself and cut it off.
“Yeah, just text me.”
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