#hello my sweet friends I am awake
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my babysitter au
the first kiss
types of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series
type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)
pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader
warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), obsessive wanda, sorta pervy wanda, maybe?, nothing mostly fluff and plot shit
summary: wanda met you for the first time three days ago. when she runs into you again at the bake sale at the elementary school, she is thrilled. but wanda is overjoyed when the two of you make a deal that will let her see you everyday.
a/n: I know I've been gone FOREVER but I'm back with part 2 of this series. I hope you guys like it, and if you have any ideas or requests, let me know!
you groan as you lean over and press snooze on your alarm. 5am is way too early to wake up, but you need to finish baking and packaging all the treats for the bake sale this afternoon. you sigh, before climbing out of bed and beginning your morning routine. you shower, put on a cute brown mini dress before heading to the café. you sigh as you look around the empty shop, before pulling on an apron and starting your work.
*hours later*
you startle awake at the sound of your phone ringing. you gasp as you check the time. its 3:30pm, the bake sale starts in 30 minutes, and you haven't even begun to load everything up and set up your table. you check the caller id. dottie. you sigh heavily before answering the call. "hello?" you ask, your voice sugary sweet. "y/n y/l/n! where in the world are you? you were supposed to be here an hour ago to help set up! you're 21 years old, you should be more responsible than this!" as dottie rambles on and on, you sigh. "dottie? give me 5 minutes, I'm on my way." you hang up, ignoring her protests as you quickly load your car with the wrapped treats from the bakery, all made by you.
you speed down the road, and quickly turn into the almost full school parking lot. you scramble out of your car and as you close your door, you turn to be face to face with wanda. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your expression. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale right?" wanda asks, looking at you with a look you're unable to read. "yup thats what im here for." wanda turns quickly as two boys come speeding around the parking lot. "billy, tommy! come here. I have someone i want you to meet." you gasp as the boys come speeding past you, a silver blue blur before coming to a halt in front of you.
"y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." you smile, looking at them both kindly. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "I am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. strangely formal for a 10 year old, but you don't question it. for the next 15 minutes, you spend with the boys, laughing and giggling at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. it gets done much quicker with the maximoff's help then it's would've if you had done it alone.
you smile at the sight of your booth, ready just in time as all the parents and children begin filing in. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." you say, gesturing to the variety of sweet treats you have set out on your table. tommy immediately goes for a huge triple chocolate cookie. you laugh, sharing a shy glance with wanda. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise, your eyes drifting to places they shouldn't.
"y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" you turn your attention to her for a moment before beginning to serve the customers in front of you. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" dottie approaches the table, eyes on wanda to drag her off somewhere. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while" you say, flashing her a sweet smile. you continue serving the lengthy growing line in front of you, your attention drifting back to where it needs to be.
wanda's jaw drops as she sees you in your car speeding around the corner. wanda walks swiftly over to your car, standing behind your car door. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your face expression. just you saying her name in your pretty little voice, it slipping out your plump lips. it makes her want to bend you over right here and make you scream it. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale aren't you?" she mentally curses herself. what a stupid question, of course that's what you're here for. she feels like an idiot, but you don't even seem to notice. "yup, that's what i'm here for!" wanda hears tommy and billy giggling, and she wants you to meet her sons more than anything in that moment. if her plan works, soon you and her sons were going to be well acquainted.
"billy, tommy! come here, i have someone i want you to meet." wanda smiles when you gasp as the boys come speeding past you in a silver blue blur. "y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." wanda watches as you smile widely, then give them a teasing look. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "i am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. wanda chuckles softly at billy. so formal, so sweet. for the next 15 minutes, wanda and her boys spend time with you, laughing and giggling together at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. wanda is thrilled at how well you, billy, and tommy are getting along. you guys almost seem best friends already.
wanda watches you smile at the booth setup, happy that you like it. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." wanda's smile widens as tommy immediately goes for the huge triple chocolate cookie. he's so predictable. you laugh, and wanda shares a glance with you. you're so shy, so beautiful it makes her want to scream. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. utterly predictable. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. it is incredible. she's almost shocked. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" wanda asks, her voice filled with wonder. you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval.
how cute. wanda knew you would be the perfect wife for her. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. she knows what she's doing as a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise. she watches your eyes drift to the places she wants them to be glued to the most. "can i talk to you after the bake sale?" wanda asks, but notices your attention trailing. "y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" your attention is on her for a moment before you begin to serve the customers in front of you. you're so sweet. wanda thinks so many dirty thoughts about you, that she wants to say to you now. she restrains herself, not wanting to scare you away. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" wanda almost lets out a groan of dread when dottie approaches the table, her predatory gaze fixed. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while!" as dottie drags wanda away, wanda's gaze is fixed on you the entire time, hearts in her eyes.
after the bake sale, you and wanda meet up in the parking lot. the boys are konked out in the back of wanda's suv, their sugar high short lived. "what did you want to talk about wanda?" you ask, shivering as the fall chill falls over you. wanda immediately removes her jacket, offering it to you. "here detka. wouldn't want you to be chilly." wanda waits for you to slip it on before speaking again. "i wanted to offer you a job. i've found a job downtown, and I was just wondering if you'd like to start babysitting billy and tommy during the week or whenever I need it. my job requires a lot of travel. and of course, I would pay you double what you make right now at the café.." wanda rambles, but her breath catches as you lay a sweet hand on her arm. "oh wanda, I would love to! I already feel so close with billy and tommy, like I've known them for years. maybe we could meet up sometime over coffee and talk some more? i'm sure you're eager to head home." you say, nodding to the boys sleeping in the back of wanda's car.
wanda nods. "of course. that would be perfect, sweetheart. here, ill put my number in your phone. ill text you, okay?" you smile, handing wanda your phone. wanda enters her number, and hands your phone back to you. you stand there for a moment, your thoughts conflicting. you make up your mind, and quickly lay a light kiss on wanda's cheek before walking to your car. you will never know how that single kiss rocked wanda's world, and how it would soon lead to yours being turned upside down.
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[ℝ𝔼ℂℍ𝔸ℤ𝔸𝕄𝔼]-ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘-
pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader
summary - simpy reader is back at it again with doing whatever Jenna wants, and we are here for it
warnings - fluff, jenna is such a sweetheart
an - summer is gonna kick my butt this year
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You yawned, rolling over in your bed to grasp onto the pillow behind you. Warmth from the rising sun coated your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
Your face was buried in the pillow, the faint smell of Jenna’s sweet perfume invading your senses. She has been gone for over five months with filming a new movie, details to you were unknown as she was required to keep her mouth shut about production until the release date would be announced.
To say that you were incredibly disappointed when you found out she would be gone for so long, would be an understatement. Hugging her goodbye at the airport was one of the hardest things you have ever had to do, besides burying your dog, but that sadness is on a whole other level that you can’t begin to describe.
The sound of your ringtone jolted you out of your half-asleep state, causing you to groan unpleasantly. You rolled over, a few joints popping the process, and blindly felt around your nightstand for your phone. Once you picked it up, you moved back into your previous position to see why your phone was ringing.
An unknown number appeared at the top of your screen, ringing from Venice, Italy. Initially, you ignored it and put your phone back, assuming it was a spam call. But after it rang two more times, you decided to pick it up.
“Hello?” You said, voice heavy with sleep.
“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?” A soft male voice asked.
“Yes.” You replied, sitting up and rubbing your eyes before looking at your alarm clock, “Who is this? It’s 7:30 in the morning, why are you calling me?”
“I’m Jenna Ortega’s assistant, I’m calling to tell you that she is flying in to the airport and will be picked up in about an hour.”
You froze on the spot, your index finger in your mouth trying to pick your teeth.
“What did you say?” You asked, now much more awake and present.
“That Jenna is flying in and will be-.”
“She’s not supposed to be back until July 23rd.”
“Jenna wanted to come home instead of staying with her friend to celebrate for the last couple weeks, hence why she is going to be picked up in an hour.” He said, slight irritation in his voice.
“Why’d she not tell me this?” You questioned more to yourself than him as you stood up to head to your bathroom.
“I am no wiser than you, I’m just here to relay the message she gave to me.”
“Okay, thanks for calling.” You murmured, a ping of sadness in the back of your throat.
“Of course, have a nice day.”
You sighed, sliding your phone into your pocket and grabbing your toothbrush from the counter, running it under water before bringing it to your mouth.
Why would she not tell you she was coming home? What could she possibly be doing for weeks on end that would be considered ‘celebrating’? Who is this ‘friend’ she could’ve stayed with for that long? What was she not telling you?
“Fuck.” You said, spitting out the toothpaste and staring at yourself in the mirror.
Your eyes trailed over yourself, taking in your appearance and your flaws. Insecurities bubbled up inside of you, making your brain jump into an overthinking mode. You started to point out things about yourself that could and would potentially cause Jenna to not love you anymore; some being your thighs, your weight, and even your eyes which Jenna always fawns over.
You seemed to be staring for awhile, because the sound of a doorbell startled you out of your daze.
“Is she home already?” You mumbled, checking your phone to see the time, “Damn okay.”
You hurried to the front door, running your hand through your hair to look at least somewhat presentable before turning the handle and opening it.
There stood Jenna, dressed in adidas loungewear, a hat, and her infamous black headphones strung around her neck. Her many suitcases were behind her, plus a man who looked to be carrying more of her bags.
“Hey.” She said, a smile on her face as she stepped in to your shared apartment.
She pulled her suitcase behind her, gesturing to the man where to put her bags. He set them in the kitchen, eyed you in your oversized band shit and thankfully hidden underwear, and saw himself out.
“Baby.” You turned to Jenna’s voice, blushing when you saw her opening her arms to you.
You obliged, walking straight into her body, wrapping your arms around her to pull her into a tight hug. She was warm, and smelled of stale coffee but you didn’t mind. Her arms pulled you in closer, her nose burying into your hair as she inhaled your shampoo.
“I guess you missed me.” She noted, swaying you slightly as a calming method, “Am I correct?”
“Mmph.” You hummed, not wanting to let go of such a comfortable person, “You’re warm.”
Jenna giggled, music to your ears, and made an effort to rub your arms with her hands to heat you up. You groaned against her, tucking your face into her neck.
“Did I wake you up?” She asked, one of her hands sliding up your back and into your hair, “You look like you just did.”
“Your snappy assistant woke me.” You murmured, sighing when she started to massage your scalp.
“Oh Jack? Yeah he is a bit of a pushover.”
You snorted, giving her a squeeze before leaning back to be face to face with her. She gazed at you, her brown eyes searching yours as she bumped her nose into yours.
“C’mere.” You mumbled before moving forward and connecting your lips to hers.
She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around your neck to keep you close to her. Your lips slid against hers, the soft sounds of kissing filling your kitchen.
“Yeah, I missed you.” Jenna whispered between kisses, humming when you pushed her up against the counter so she would sit on it.
“Five months is way too long.” You said, squeezing her thigh with your hand, “Don’t leave for that long again, please.”
She nodded, tilting your chin back with her hand to press her lips to your neck before hopping off of the counter and heading towards your bedroom.
“Can you grab my bags for me please?” She called behind her, eyes cast down to her phone.
Immediately you did, grabbing her things and following her into your shared bedroom. She was seated on the bed, scrolling through her phone while you set her bags down and go to work putting her clothes away in her closet.
You organized it neatly, knowing that Jenna preferred her clothes to go in rainbow order from t-shirts to pants. As you worked, you failed to notice that she had laid down on her bed and was watching you.
“You wanna get some food later?” She asked, making you turn around to meet her gaze, “Just me and you?”
You smiled, nodding in agreement, and turned back to finish unpacking for her. Once you put all of her clothes away, she was quick to find an outfit for you that was suitable in her eyes, and then you both were off into the town.
The car ride was peaceful, windows down and a nice breeze flowing through. Jenna had your hand in her lap, her fingers intertwined with yours while your other hand held the steering wheel. Music played softly over the radio, a song that made your passenger hum along contently.
“Left at the next light.” Jenna said to you, her eyes focused on the directions on her phone.
You followed her words, turning your (actually Jenna’s) car down a narrow road until you found a parking spot to stop at. After you turned the car off, you hurried out and over to Jenna’s side so you could open the door for her.
She giggled when you did, leaning up to plant a kiss on your cheek and murmuring something about being such a chivalrous lady, before taking your hand and leading you along to where she wanted to go.
The restaurant she picked was gorgeous, a little cottage breakfast spot that had a great view of the beach below. Jenna asked to be seated outside, meaning you were down on the sand instead of inside the cozy restaurant.
“We’ll both take a water to start.” Jenna told the waiter as you both sat down, a sweet smile on her face as he walked away.
One of the many perks of being with Jenna, is that she knew you so well that she could speak for you almost whenever. You weren’t big on public social interactions, so Jenna took the role of talking for you and being your anchor while being out and about with her.
“What looks appealing to you?” She asked, her brown eyes scanning over the menu, “Anything?”
“Eggs Benedict sounds delicious to me.” You said thoughtfully, setting your menu down to give you full attention to your girlfriend.
“That does sound good.” She replied, her eyes glinting with excitement when she saw a certain meal on the menu, “Oooo Avocado Toast.”
You smiled, shamelessly admiring her from across the table. Under the golden glow of the early morning sun, she looked extremely radiant; full of light and joy that had your heart thumping like a drum.
How you got to become her girlfriend, it was beyond you to understand, but you were very aware of how lucky you were. Jenna is one in a million, and you were the soul person she chose to let into her closely guarded life. She made you feel wanted and cared for, and that was something you cherished everyday.
“Here is your waters.” Your waiter said, appearing out of absolutely nowhere, “Have we decided on our orders?”
“Avocado Toast with some tomate slices and vinegar,” Jenna said, peering at the menu, “And an order of Eggs Benedict with the pepper on the side, please.”
Your waiter nodded, finishing jotting down your orders before taking your menus and walking away.
“It’s nice out.” Jenna noted, staring at the waves rolling over the sand, “I bet the water is warm.”
“Do you want to go swim or something?” You joked, sipping your water with a grin.
“We should, it would be nice.” She said, turning her eyes back to you.
“You just wanna see me in a swimsuit.”
“I’ve seen you in less.”
You blushed, your nose scrunching up while your face flushed red. Jenna suppressed a laugh, holding her hand out for you to take while she tried not to giggle.
“It’s nice having you here, Jen.” You said, resting your hand in hers, “I did miss you.”
“I promise those long filming times will be cut a lot shorter.” She mumbled, chin her in her hand as she lovingly gazed at you, “I have more important things that doing a movie.”
“Like what?”
“Like you.”
“Oh my god.” You pulled your hand away, hiding your face while Jenna properly laughed this time.
“Seriously though,” She said, taking a sip of water, “I’ll be with you much more often from now on.”
You nodded into your hands, only sitting up when your food arrived. The meal was delicious and perfectly subdued your growling stomach from lack of food earlier this morning. Once you both finished and Jenna paid the bill, she took your hand and pulled you onto the beach for a walk along the shore.
She tucked herself into your side, pulling your arm around her shoulders while her own went around your waist. Every now and then, she would lean up and press a few kisses to your jaw while you walked, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You soon realized she was doing it when people walked by, putting on a little show of how much she adored and owned you.
“No need to be possessive baby.” You reassured, stopping when she cupped your cheeks, “I’m only for you.”
“Better be.” She murmured lowly before stepping on her tiptoes to kiss you.
You recuperated immediately, slotting your lips into hers. She tasted different from this morning, hints of cherry lipgloss and a breath mint were on her tongue, but you weren’t complaining.
“I love you.” Jenna said after pulling back to catch her breath, “I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” You replied, leaning into her hand, “And most.”
Her eyes softened, a genuine gentle smile on her face. She pulled you in again, giving your lips a kiss that was only ever reserved for you; soft and loving that made your heart flutter pleasantly.
“Te amo, mi amor.” She murmured against your lips.
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| 𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 |
“dude i swear i will get on my knees for that woman!” you rolled over on your best friends, dina’s bed as she passed you a blunt, taking a hit before passing it back to the dark haired girl sitting against her bed on the floor.
“you saw her two times y/nn” she shook her head looking at the blunt before looking at you. “ok but listen, she is like ethereal dude, i’d gobble her-“ “and you’re done speaking, go to sleep you have work tomorrow” you almost puked at the thought of work.
dina rolled you over to the wall side as she got under the covers “i should have a heart attack and then you can take me and ask for her” “go to bed y/n!”
hearing your stupid alarm go off, dina took it upon herself to grab your ankles and drag you off her very comfortable bed “i’m going to put you in my 13th record” you rubbed your face before getting up to her bathroom “love you!”
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you were only a little happy today because it was pay day so you decided to be nice to the annoying customers as well. “have a great day ma’am” you gave the most fake smile to the customer, flipping her off when she left “no sign of doctor goddess this morning?” jesse walks in to start his closing shift.
“she’s the only reason i’m even here right now, can’t believe this is how she breaks up with me” you fake a sad sign, shaking your head at him causing him to chuckle at your attitude.
quickly going around the counter to help jesse clean up for his shift you started by wiping down the tables, the bell to the door chimes, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the dirty table, you saw abby. “hey doctor” you walked back to the register, throwing the latex gloves in the trash, giving her a smile. “hey sweetheart” the nickname giving you a tingly feeling in your stomach.
“the usual? and why so late?” you started with brewing the coffee “night shift and can you make that 4 please, my co-workers need it too” she sighed giving you the sweetest smile.
i want you to fuc-
nodding at her request you grabbed a couple more cups and a cup holder “so as a doctor do you get like any days off? it seems so like exhausting” you tilted your head looking at her “well, because i am a very needed doctor in the field i get at least a month or two off for vacation but on my days off i need to have my pager on me always” she shows you the little black box on her pocket.
you feel jesse “accidentally” bump into you with a sorry ass apologize and a cough, giving to the look. “so um, i was wondering if i could like maybe get your number?” you held your breath, fiddling with your fingers only giving her minimal eye contact. abby pulls her phone out, handing it over to you “why not” she maintains her eye contact.
quickly adding your contact in her phone you gave it back to her, giving yourself a fist bump in your head “you know like incase i have a heart attack or something and need to call for help” you joked biting the inside of your cheek out of a nervous habit “i hope you never have a heart attack sweet thing and i really hope you call the ambulance first” she laughed.
giving her the coffees you gave her a small bye “i’ll text you on my break, if you’re awake by then?” she gave you a flashing smile before walking out.
“holy shit! you got her number” jesse patted your back “holy fucking shit! i like almost shit myself, im gonna pass out” you inhaled deeply after holding your breath for so long “can i be the maid of honor” he wiggled his brows at you with a stupid smirk on his face “you can sit in the back with the grass.”
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getting out the shower you started getting ready for bed, not to sleep cause tomorrow is your day off but you wanted to just chill and watch the vampire diaries.
buzz buzz
grabbing your phone you see a number text, your heart racing knowing it’s literally the love of your life texting.
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Hello, it’s Abby from the coffee shop.
omg hey! didnt think u would text me
Of course I would, why wouldn’t I?
i mean, you are a busy heart doctor so i assumed you would be too busy 😭
Why are you crying?
crying? no abs it’s supposed to be me laughing LOL
Oh, well I still have a lot to learn.
you’re literally adorable, are you off tomorrow?
During the day, yes, but I have another night shift. Why?
do you maybe want to go out for lunch or something?
Of course, I would love to.
What time and which restaurant?
you can pick that for us, im down for anything :)
How about 12pm at Vue Rooftop?
oh that sounds fancy and i probably can’t afford it 🥲
Sweetheart, who said you were going to pay for anything in the first place? It’s my treat.
no, i cant let you pay for me thats not fair on you
It’s a date Y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow. I have to get back to work now, Goodnight beautiful.
AUTHORS NOTE: yeah i have adhd and i am making part 3 already … EHEHEHEH
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Hello!! Hope you’re well :) I absolutely love the way you write zoro ..!!! 🫶 you write him perfectly 💞 it brings a lot of comfort !
If your requests are open, is it okay to ask for a short fic or a headcannon list (however you wanna write it!) of zoro and a sad drunk reader? Like, they don’t drink a whole lot, only cuz they don’t trust them selves with it.. but they’re so comfortable with him they give it a try- to both of their surprises, there’s lots of… drunk crying and blabbles… how would zoro react to that?
Hope it’s not to much - thank you and stay awesome, don’t forget to take care of you and thanks for all the great fics you write 🫶💚
...but you can make me a drink
cw: swearing, alcohol, angst and feelings but mostly fluff
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"i really don't remember the last time i was this wasted."
"you're wasted already? that didn't take very long," you giggle deliriously, stretching out on the ledge of zoro's window with a dangerously sweet bottle of bad ideas in your hand. "here i thought the great pirate hunter was a heavyweight."
"i am," he protests from across from you, eyelids heavy and struggling to stay awake. "i just got outclassed." his admission sends another wave of tired chuckles through your body and you take another sip of your drink. "you doing okay?"
"i'm good. thank you for helping me with this." your eyes meet his over the rim of your bottle and you swear his ears turn the slightest shade of pink. "i really appreciate it, more than you'll ever know."
"it's whatever. you know i like any excuse to drink my problems away," he drawls absentmindedly. "plus, if it means you finally stop working your ass off, that's a bonus." it was his idea to have a drink together after a particularly taxing mission, one where alcohol was calling your name but you didn't have the courage to drink in front of your friends just yet. the last time you drank until you blacked out like your crewmates wanted to do, you ended up in some very sticky situations that you never wanted to risk getting into again. so, when zoro suggested that you have a drink with only him where he could keep an eye on you, it seemed like a good idea.
it was a good idea, until the tears started flowing.
"you know, i haven't felt this comfortable with anyone since i left my old crew," you admit, already feeling the long-repressed emotions starting to bubble to the surface.
"why not?"
"it's what i've learned. no one, no matter how many promises they make, is ever permanent. i've learned to live with that, but it doesn't mean it hurts less when you do end up losing them." you don't register your face becoming wet until he reaches out and wipes a stray tear from your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. he'd never looked so beautiful. "i hope i never lose you," you whisper and his eyes can't seem to find a place to focus on your face.
"i hope i never lose you, either," he says just as softly. his eyebrows furrow slightly as you continue to cry in his room, against his hand, while wearing his clothes. neither of you anticipated a night of drinking to end in so many emotions; yet, he couldn't think of any other place he'd rather be than with you so close. "it's fucking exhausting, isn't it?"
"mhmm," you agree, dabbing the corner of his eye with your sleeve to catch some more unexpected tears. "we can't make any promises, can we?"
"nope, but i can make you another drink."
"sounds amazing. help me forget this ever happened, zoro?"
"i'll do anything you require of me, sweetheart."
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Dan Heng hears you call his name before he even sees your face. His room is completely dark, save for the swirling water patterns of the floor beneath his measly mattress. He lifts a hand up from the confines of his blanket to rub his eyes clean of sleep, blinking himself awake as you come into view.
“What,” he rasps out, head muddled in his exhaustion and the dread of being woken up. His hand flails out to push your face away. You’re awfully close, laying on your side and facing him, but the proximity is nothing he’s not used to. For as long as he’s known you (which is really a terribly long time), you’ve had a habit of sticking close to him. Like a barnacle grown onto the side of a ship—though he should really find a nicer metaphor to use.
Your own hand comes up to latch onto his, pulling it away from where he tried swatting your face away. “You were having a nightmare,” you tell him, a lack of judgment or worry in your tone. The indifference is more comforting than being coddled. “Or, maybe not a nightmare. You were just talking to yourself and I got worried.”
A moment passes before the dwindling memories of his dream float back into his consciousness. Heat builds up the sides of his face and he hopes that the illuminated floor tiles don’t light up the flush of his cheeks. It was— a really nice dream, truthfully, but he’d rather not spill the contents of it to you. And he really hopes that he wasn’t saying anything embarrassing out loud.
“Oh,” he says in lieu of a real response, eyes fluttering shut in his exhaustion. Your fingers are still curled around his, and he squeezes your hand without really thinking of it. It would be embarrassing if he were any more conscious, but this in-between state of being asleep and being awake is too soothing for him to mess with.
“So? Was it a nightmare?”
“Don’t— I don’t know. I don’t remember.” It’s a total lie, and you can pry right through his facade too easily. But you’re kind, kinder than you have any right to be, and you don’t mention it.
“Sure,” you say instead, lighthearted enough to back away from the subject and leave him be. For now. “Don't fall asleep yet. I’m here! You don’t want to talk to me?”
You’re playing around with him, kicking playfully with your words. If his eyes were open, he’s sure he’d see you holding back a laugh, and he’d have to resist mirroring your expression.
“What time is it?”
You answer him with silence, which means it’s an hour of the night where he should definitely not be conscious. Dan Heng sighs, chest-deep and tired, feeling your own breath fan across his face from how close you are. He doesn’t swat a hand at you, this time.
“There’s a comet passing by the Express in a few minutes,” you tell him, chatting in full sentences like you’ve been awake for hours. You probably have been—you’re always wandering at odd hours of the day, sleeping when you shouldn’t, walking around when you should, sneaking into his room when you could be doing anything else.
“What does that have anything to do with me?”
“You should watch it with me. It’s a once in a lifetime thing.”
“It’s really not. They pass by all the time.”
You groan, and he hears you shuffle away from him to lay on your back. The temperature around him drops immediately with the absence of your warmth, but you’re still holding his hand, so he clings to that heat and squeezes your fingers again. In a motion that makes his breath stutter, you slip your hand out of his only to dive back, this time interlocking each of your fingers with each other. It’s slow and deliberate, and not for the first time, Dan Heng wonders if he’s still locked in the embrace of his dream.
“You really won’t come with me to watch?”
“You really can’t just watch it by yourself?”
You scoff, incredulous. “Of course not. I can’t do much without my lovely, lovely friend.”
And you’re joking, like you always are, but Dan Heng never learned to stop taking everything you say to heart. Even after years of knowing you, years of trying to scrape you off the wood of his rowboat—and really, you deserve a nicer metaphor after so much time.
As is his fate, he watches the comet with you, dragging his wispy blanket along with him as you both sit in the parlor car. You tell him make a wish as you both stare at streaks of blue and white right outside the window, and all Dan Heng can think of is sappy thoughts, too embarrassing to voice to you.
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Closer: Too Close (I)
Closer Closer: Too Close (Teaser) Next up: Closer: Too Close Masterlist Taglist
Plot: To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. It’s just that… closer may be too close for you to handle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic, Humor, Friends to Lovers
Wordcount: 47.5k
Content Warning: Dirty talk, swearing, pining, mentions of masturbation, masturbation, praise, cunnilingus, cum eating, unprotected sex, mentions of blowjob, squirting, public sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, love making, creampie
Author’s Note: Hello, here it is!! Honestly I didn’t think I would write a second part to Closer, I felt like the end of it was the best I could give to these two, but it received so much love and when I read it again I couldn’t hold myself back, they just make me want to write more about them. Still, I consider the first part the main one, you can read that without having to read this. I would add though, that these two here just make me want to scream for the bond they have so I hope you’ll like this as well. I didn’t say the time I would publish it to feel a little more relaxed with the editing but you asked me before and I thought I’d make it on time for 1 am KST so sorry if I kept you waiting! I hope you’ll like this, and happy birthday Jungkook! Take this as a little gift💜
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Jungkook wishes you didn’t look so beautiful. So pretty in his arms, all for him to admire as your breaths come out in soft sighs, pillowy lips so ready to be kissed. Having you like this makes his mind spin. Fuck, how lucky he must’ve been in his past life. He wonders if there you met him too, if it was in the same way, if you were the same as now. You must’ve been a nymph, surely. Or a princess, the sun, a rainbow maybe. It’s weird, how in this life you still manage to be all of that for him.
At some point you fell asleep. In his arms, naturally and lovingly, your fingers stopped tracing patterns on his abdomen, your breath got deeper, your eyelashes fluttered shut, you nose nuzzled against his chest and all he could think about was how much he loves you. How you put the stars in his skies, how you make his world spin. And suddenly, he couldn’t sleep. Not with you beside him, your warmth around him after making love to him for the first time. He just can’t, too taken by the sight of you.
So adorable, he scrunches his nose. So pretty. His arms wrap tighter around you, a soft and sweet kiss lays on your head and Jungkook can’t believe he finally gets to do this, have you whole. You love him. Fuck, it feels surreal. You love him, you fucking do. He’s too excited to sleep, too happy. Overwhelmed, would be the right word.
He strokes a strand of your hair behind your ear and a second later you’re murmuring something in your sleep, lips pouty and eyebrows furrowed. He giggles at your cuteness, not really understanding what you’re saying until your fingers dip into the skin of his chest.
«Koo» your voice is grumpy and low and Jungkook holds you tighter until there isn’t any space left.
«Baby» he coos, drunk smile on his face. You’re probably dreaming, still he can’t hold himself back.
«Love you» you murmur.
The silence in the room makes your words louder even though they came out so low. His heart thumps against his rib cage and suddenly he finds it hard to breathe. Your scent takes over him, his hands feel heavier on your skin, eyes lost on your face.
«Are you awake?» he mumbles. Your answer doesn’t come, silence still filling the air and your soft breath accompanying it.
«Please» he whines, it’s soft and gentle and unexpectedly he’s nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.
«Hhm» your annoyed moan makes him smile on your skin, just right before he leaves a peck on it.
«Please» he stretches the word out, still nuzzling his nose into you.
«Anno- ying» you groan, raspy voice. Jungkook hums as his lips stretch against you, his hands coming to stroke your hair.
«What do you want?» you mumble in your sleep.
«Sorry I woke you» he whispers. You shake your head, sleepy but holding tighter to him.
«What is it?»
He doesn’t know it either.
«Can’t sleep beside you» his answer makes your head shoot up, puffy eyes staring at him and view foggy.
«You want me to go to my bed?» you ask meekly. You wish you didn’t have to ask, it feels so good to sleep in his arms. Tomorrow he has to work though, and sleep is very much needed, so maybe you should go.
«Fuck, no» he shakes his head eagerly, eyes staring right up into yours.
«Why would I want that?»
«You said you-» you yawn «you can’t sleep beside me»
Jungkook scrunches his nose, cuteness overloaded. It makes your senses wake up just to pinch it between your fingers, his lips pouting when you do so.
His hands travel to the back of your legs, they grab your skin lightly and he opens your left one with a soft motion, pushing himself between them for as much as he can from the position. He takes in your scent and hugs you tight, nose brushing on your clavicle.
«Not in that way» he murmurs, a soft dreamy sigh leaving his lips. Your heart clenches in your chest, now you’re even more awake. You love him so much. You wish you could stay like this all day, in bed with his hair tickling your skin and his soft breath fanning your skin.
He hides his face against you, feels the warmth of you in his arms.
«Feeling needy» he whines, words muffled against you and voice weak almost as he’s succumbing to your presence, cheeks reddish. He hides more into you.
«Needy?» you coo. Jungkook nods against you, literally shielding his face from your view. You stroke his hair, kiss the crown of his head.
«You woke me up cause you’re feeling needy?» you smile.
He whines against you, lips pouting again.
«I shouldn’t have» he mumbles, slightly embarrassed. You love it, like this. Getting to see him in this way, in this state, fragile and vulnerable, all for you to take care of. It makes you smile wider.
«Why?» you breathe, your fingers slide down behind his neck. He whines again.
«Don’t make fun of me»
«I’m not» you kiss his head.
«You can do it as much as you want» you smile.
He shakes his head against you.
«You should sleep»
«Then let’s sleep» you fake a yawn, the tender hand that was stroking his skin comes back at your side and Jungkook wails again.
«So annoying» he mumbles. You hold back your laughter, closing your eyes. Silence echoes in the air and for a bunch of seconds he waits for you to burst out in a melodic laugh, but you don’t, so all he can do is groan cutely, finally getting away from his hideout and poking your cheek. The roundness of it when you smile makes him scrunch his nose again, suddenly feeling the need to dive into the space do your neck again. He lays his head just there, eyelashes fluttering on your skin.
«What are you needy for?» you mumble, your hand moving back to its original place. He hums contently, shaking his head.
«Don’t know» he sighs.
«Cuddles?» you coo. You don’t care if you’re going to fall asleep at work tomorrow. You don’t give a shit, not when he’s lying in your hold and it took you so fucking much to realise that what you’re feeling in your chest isn’t just pure affection. You want to scatter love all over him and give him everything he needs, every single thing.
«Mngh… cuddles» he echoes softly, feeling the word and the way it sounds so sweet when his mind links it your face. He nods, a peck on your neck.
«Don’t know what I want-» he gulps «just want you close»
Your leg wraps around his waist, another kiss on his head.
«Feeling overwhelmed» he lets out.
«Overwhelmed?» you massage his shoulders. Jungkook shivers against you and it makes you giggle silently.
«Hhm,» he hums «still not used to this»
You nod. You’re not either. You wish you could keep him in your pocket, take him to work and just feel his presence beside you for the whole day tomorrow. You need time to get used to this, to him being your person, even though he’s always been. You wish you had the whole day, you’d spend it on the couch and at home out of reach of public’s eyes, still getting used to how it feels to wrap your arms around each other with such tenderness and intimacy.
«Me neither baby» you puff. His hand gets to your back, fingers rubbing underneath his shirt on the soft skin. It makes him hold his breath, it’s shaky when it comes out.
«Tighter» he mewls. You squeeze him, his chest against you and his nose deep into your skin, eyes closed as he lingers in the feeling.
«Love you so much» he murmurs.
Jungkook feels so vulnerable, like he could break anytime in your arms, like his heart is out of his chest, thumping and clenching and beating just for you, all for you. He feels exposed, totally frail and friable, even though your arms around him and your kisses on his head are the safest fort.
«I love you» you say back. And god, he doesn’t care if you already said it a bunch of times tonight, if you’ll say it a handful tomorrow and the next day, twenty times the next week and an infinity of them for the others to come, he’ll never get used to it, never.
You kiss his neck, your arms come on his back to relax his muscles. And suddenly, he’s squirming in your hold, shivers on his skin that make him lose his mind, all the love in his chest setting fire to his limbs.
«What is it?» you whisper. Jungkook nuzzles against you desperately, his hands coming down on your asscheeks. He kneads the skin, squeezes it between his fingers, pushes your body more into his.
«Wanna feel you» it’s all he mumbles.
You’re combusting, cheeks already hot and a drunk smile taking over your face, eyes glittering with love. Fuck, you do love him. So much, so deep, so effortlessly, so consumingly. You’re in every cell of his body, screaming and pleading to have you in every possible way. Your hands cup the back of his head, you pull him slightly to make him look at you, his big eyes are moist, glassy with all the intensity of what he’s feeling.
«You make me lose it,» you exhale through your mouth «feel like I’m going to explode from how much I love you»
You see his eyebrows furrow, the emotions in his stare take over him and all he can do is smile in such a way that your mind goes blank; it’s full of love, full of tenderness, adoration, weakness. Like he gives up on himself and just drains into you and you and only you. His hand cups your cheeks, soft and gentle his fingers stroke your skin, his forehead touches against yours as the fingers of his other hand dig into your waist.
«Lose it then,» he whispers «please» totally breathless. Fuck, you do. All you can do is lose it, succumb, melt.
Your lips push against him, your hands slide between your bodies, your digits caress his chest, nails lightly dig into his skin, so soft but firm. Jungkook hisses, his cock twitches and all he manages to do is moan and moan and moan again in your mouth. It makes you wet, desperate just like him.
«Fuck» he whines against your lips, your pads caressing his nipple.
«Love it when you whine like that» you breathe, your lips kissing his neck. He throws his head back, leaving you all the space you need as he shudders with his hands on your thighs.
«So- so desperate» it’s a wail, and you can’t think straight, can’t think properly.
Your tongue licks his clavicle, you take his nipple in your mouth, suck it just enough to make him look back at you, you have the ability to turn him into a puddle without doing anything. Your fingers link around the band of his boxers, pushing them down enough to get a hold of the skin underneath, and you can’t help but squeeze his firm asscheek in your hand, lips leaving kisses on his chest. Jungkook is out of breath already, ruts his cock against you, fully hard and begging to be inside you.
«Clothes- bra, please» he can’t speak, doesn’t even know how to formulate a sentence properly. It makes you giggle against his abs, your eyes falling on his face. His cheeks are flushed, hair in the way, lips swollen from all the kisses you already shared. You’re so impatient that you take off your bra and your panties without even realising it, his boxers too, and a second later you’re straddling him on the bed, your core pushing against the muscle of his thigh and your hands all over him. He cups your breast, pulls you to him and cages his strong arms around you with such delicacy, as if you were made of glass. Your nipples brush against his chest and a deep moan escapes your mouth, his head spins. It’s you, it’s fucking you. The meaning of all this, the reason of everything. You make him breathless, crazy, desperate.
«Can’t-» he breathes hard «can’t even speak»
«It’s okay, baby» you kiss his lips.
He shakes his head, his fingers intertwine with yours and you smile against his lips as he hisses, his cock leaking precum. You feel it twitch against your belly and hell, you’re really going to lose it; seeing him like this, never anyone turned you on so much, this bad. Only him, he’s the only one. The only one that makes you think that you’d be down to do anything, to try anything with.
«Please» he begs. Your hand wraps around him, his half lidded eyes look at you as you guide him into you, the feeling intoxicating. Jungkook throws his head back on the pillow as soon as his cockhead caresses your core, your wetness mixing with his precum as you let him enter, filling you up slowly and so incredibly good.
He finds himself totally absorbed, rapted by the way you make him feel. Not once in his life he felt this way, loved so deeply, craved so much, there was not a single time when he felt the need to surrender to someone in this maddening, sweet and consuming way. It’s just… you. It’s your ways, your motions, your soul, the safeness he’s engulfed in when you’re with him, your love. He wants to succumb even more, get so lost that he can barely breath cause fuck, you’re the essence of everything. There’s no point if it’s not you, no meaning.
«Love, baby- nngh, fuck» he wails. His cheeks are reddish, eyes closed shut and lips open and swollen, eyebrows contracted in pleasure as you fully take him.
Your head spins as you move slowly, his lids open to meet your gaze and he… he never felt so loved. The way you look at him makes his chest heavier, fuller. He’ll never get used to it. His hands roam your body, his touch makes your skin fire up, every inch feels like an eternity, ink marking you of abstract emotions that could never be explained. He cups your breast and opens his legs just enough to feel more comfortable, bending them at his knees against the mattress, his breath fans your skin. Your movements pick up, your hips move more on his and the way his cock fills you up so beautifully makes you moan on top of him, the angle slightly changed from the movement of his legs. Jungkook digs his fingers into your skin, your hand on his chest and the other supporting your weight on the bed, your hair fall at your sides and built up walls to shield you and him from the rest of the world. His eyes mark every inch of skin from your eyes to your lips, they flutter and close and then open again, dark and glittery they look at you with all the fondness and vulnerability he never showed to anyone, whines escaping his mouth and ending with nothing but dull silence and the sound of your wetness.
He pushes you more into him, chest entirely against his, nipples tight to his pecs, the feeling consuming and never enough. His arm wraps around your back again and he links his hand to yours, your full weight now against him without the support of your limb on the bed. Jungkook kisses your neck, palms your asscheek and squeezes the skin, pushes you onto him more. He shivers underneath you, the pleasure of having you so intimately makes him throb inside you with every thrust, already too close to his release, your moans in his ears and your hands travelling behind his shoulder blades. It’s needy and full of vulnerability, hands roaming each other’s bodies just for the need of having you close, closer, to get more from each other than what you’re already giving. To belong more, to love harder.
Everything is perfect, he is perfect. You wish you could have him like this everyday, every second, feel him this close forever. Jungkook’s moans vibrate against your skin, both of his hands on your ass as he moves his hips upwards meeting your movements. The pleasure is too much, it’s too good.
Your head falls on his chest as you stop your motions, he keeps you in place with his hands on your asscheeks, cock rutting inside you slightly faster but still so fucking sweet and alluring. Your chest is bursting, heart beating so loud that you hear it in your ears, body on fire with the warmth of him, sweats mixing together.
«Tell- tell me you love me» he whispers, a kiss lays on the crown of your head as your head is still lingering on his chest. You nod against him, kiss the ripples of the muscles between his pecs.
«Love you, I love you» you moan. His breath seems to get even heavier, your walls pulsate around him and they make his cock feel even bigger inside you, the fullness too good to be real.
«Love you, love every- oh my god, Jungkook» your whine makes him leak even more precum, your juices together are so slippery that the sounds in the room are totally filthy and unfiltered.
«Love everything about you, every cell of you. Love you, love you» you breathe. Jungkook is on the edge, your words light up a fire that doesn’t seem to simmer down, the taste of his orgasm already hovers over him and your skin under his fingers burns, the fullness of his hands with your flesh makes him feel the luckiest man in the world.
«Baby, fuck» he moan, his head falling backwards on the pillows. You raise yours, look at him to take in the expanse of his neck, eyes glued to your love.
«When you- nngh» he shudders under you, face contracted in bliss, «when you sp-speak like tha-ath» he whines.
You shake, you’re not really sure if it’s because of the pleasure or because of how he looks, how he sounds. He ruins you, in every way possible. He ruins you with his whines, with how much he loves you so deeply and profoundly, with all of him; you’re so fucking in love that you can’t hold it back and all you want to do is explode and fucking let him know; that you’re sorry, cause he hurt so much, cause you made him worry, that you didn’t realise sooner. That you love him, so much you can’t put it into words.
«I love you» you kiss the side of his neck, lips tracing a wet path until you get to his jaw, his chin, the mole under his lips. You don’t kiss them though, stay on them as you speak and breathe hard, moan on top of him as you lips brush against his: «Love you so much I can’t hold it. Wanna have you all for me, only me. Want you every night, every day»
Jungkook is in a haze, his fingers dig deeper into your skin until he realises that he wants to feel more of you, so they travel on your back, one rests there and the other cups your cheek, his eyes stare at your face trying as much as he can to keep them open. You’re so beautiful, look so ethereal, so angelic.
«I want to have all of you. Wanna be your safe place, wanna be yours. Forever, never want this to end» you shiver under his gaze. And fuck, all he can do is kiss you, so deep and passionate that you both feel like you’re about to combust together. It’s too much, for the both of you. Too good, too deep, too beautiful.
«Never wanna lose this» you breathe. Jungkook nods eagerly, he wishes he could say that yes, fuck he’d follow you in another life too, the next one and the next one afterwards, the one before this if he could go back to it. In every single one, every single version of you, every fucking time.
«Not- not gonna hap-pen» he stumbles on his words, lips speaking against you in slow movements too taken aback from how good it feels.
«Loved you- for so long, baby. Not- not gonna lose this, ever» it’s all he manages to blurt out, your hands are staining his chest and they leave love stains that will be hard to wash away, to ever forget.
«Kiss me, pl- please» he shudders. You lock your lips with his and Jungkook feels totally engulfed, loved all over, totally safe and sound. Your tongues slide with each other, whimpers in your mouth as he moves slowly inside you, eyes stinging even though they are shut, breaths ragged. The way he squeezes every part of you, feels his cock swollen and throbbing against your g-spot, your soft lips so lovingly, your scent all around him. Shit, the things he’d do for you. The love he wants to give, the amount he wants to take.
Your kiss makes him dive deeper, Jungkook is totally lost and exposed, every single part of him displayed for you and totally vulnerable, so ready for you to take over. You could take everything, all of him, every single part. And fuck, you do, and you make him yours. So yours that all he can do is whimper and whine in your mouth, his hips stuttering as he cums inside you, body writhing under yours, your walls squeezing him tight as you come on top of him, legs trembling with aftershocks, the wave of pleasure too much to hold back and too sweet to decline.
He kisses you for long, even while the both of you cum your lips stay on each other, after you come down from your climax, when the feeling is still too sweet to let go. Your arms stay around each other, your skins glide and his cock is still so deep, both of your juices on the base of his length, still moving slowly. It’s so heavenly and blissful that all you want is for him to never let go, stay inside you for as much as he can.
Jungkook keeps you close, eyes shut as you both keep exchanging love, never getting tired. When you smile against his mouth you feel his heart pound underneath you and your digits dig into his chest, his rosy cheeks waiting for you hands to cup them as you slowly part from him. Jungkook looks totally fucked out, but more from the feeling of having each other like this than the act of what you just did itself, and it makes you heart beat even louder. Not even a moment later he’s smiling as gloriously as the morning sky, lips stretching and bunny teeth showing, eyes glittering with emotions that still haven’t been described yet by words, the meaning of them too deep and heavy to just be translated in letters.
Mondays are awful, absolute hell for who gets to spend the weekend relaxing and for those who don’t, sometimes you wonder if it’s the same for who works on Saturday too, maybe it would be better to work and relax on Sunday and have a free day during the week, like Eunji.
Today though, it’s especially worse. Having to leave Jungkook’s arms makes your mood drop even before you’re fully awake, already craving for the evening to come.
You wish you could stay in bed more, lay beside him and watch him sleep, hear his soft breaths and linger in the warmth of his body. He’s still naked, the memories of yesterday night still fresh and replaying in your mind, a drunk love smile invading your features and reassuring you at least a little bit. You were too into each other to even get up and dress for the night, your clothes still on the floor. You didn’t even wash and the thought makes you grimace. You need a shower, absolutely. Not before you dig your lips into his puffy cheeks though.
His hair are all over the place, arms wrapped around you so tight that you find it hard to move, legs intertwined and holding you down, your head at the height of his chest. You move slow and try your best not to wake him up, he snores lightly and you bite your lips to hold back a giggle. He’s so beautiful that you feel like crying, you wish you could paint him suddenly. Your kiss lays on his cheek, the fullness of it makes you scrunch your nose and suddenly he’s writhing underneath you, grumpy and sleepy. You still but kiss him anyway, his arms holding you tighter. He smiles as he realises what’s happening, heart thumbing first thing in the morning.
«Sleep more» he mumbles. His voice is raspy and low and you mentally pin to your mind that you want to spend a full morning with him in bed as soon as you can, possibly on Saturday.
«I have to get ready» you say. Jungkook whines, shaking his head and moving his legs, he creates a cage around you with his right one, throws it over your hip and pulls you against him with the ball of his foot. He shivers when he feels your bare skin against his cock, only now realising that you’re still both naked from last night.
«How much time do we have?» he has his eyes closed, lips pouty as he speaks.
You try to move to get a grab of his phone on his nightstand since yours is still in the clothes on the floor, but he doesn’t seem to get it and only whines at you, wrapping around you tighter.
«Let me check the time» you smile. He seems to loosen up his hold and you manage to pass his shoulder and get his phone from behind him.
«I have to be out in thirty» you nod.
He huffs annoyed, he’s not ready to let go of you yet.
«I’ll take you» he mumbles. You shake your head.
«Sleep some more»
«Please? Let me take you» he whines and pouts and all you can do is deeply breathe in. Too cute.
«Will you make it on time?» you blurt. He beams widely, nodding yes.
«I’ll be on time,» he keeps nodding «are we taking a shower?»
Your eyebrows furrow, his eyes are puffy as he looks at your confused expression.
«We?»
He nods again, a peck on the tip of your nose.
«We didn’t wash last night» he explains.
«We’re showering, but in different bathrooms» you’re already trying to free yourself from him when you speak, Jungkook’s pouty lips in deep contrast with the strength of his body as he keeps you against him.
«Why?» he mewls.
«We don’t have time to shower together» you huff. He shakes his head.
«It’s the same as showering on your own! We’ll be fast, I promise»
«Jungkook, no. Let me get up» his arms loosen around you, giving you the space to free yourself. He knows that tone, very well. It leaves him taken aback though, especially in such a situation when a second before you were smiling at him. He stays still, lets you get out of the bed and looks at you as you stand up, fully naked for his eyes. You pick up your garments, check the notifications on your phone. After you’re done you turn to him, push your knee on the bed and bend towards him. The kiss you leave on his forehead makes his chest burn and fill with happiness again, his hands cupping your cheeks as he makes you still in place. He sits up and kisses your lips, a soft peck that leaves its mark on you for the rest of the day. You smile softly and a second later you’re out of his bedroom.
Your day has been awful, one of those that you want to forget, call it a day and just wake up tomorrow. You had a three hour meeting that never seemed to end, one of your clients was rude and you almost ended up throwing him your notebook, hoping to hit him right in the face. You’re not the kind of person who looses her calm easily, but he spurred you on so much that you lost it for a second, your fist thumping against the table. You had a break of twenty minutes to eat lunch and went back to your office to finish reading the papers of your next client, after waiting for him for thirty minutes you called him just to hear him say that he forgot about the appointment. Thank god it’s over, is all you can think about.
Jungkook called you at lunch, his bubbly tone reassured you as you ate your salad, telling you how is morning went.
Finally, you get out of the building, eyes roaming on the street for your taxi. You sigh relieved when you finally sit inside, the driver already starting the engine to take you to Taehyung’s place. The road is not really long but there’s a little bit of traffic so all you can do is stare outside and listen to the music coming from the radio until your phone rings, Jungkook’s name lights up the screen and your lips stretch in advance as you bring it to your ear.
«Kook» you call.
He beams as he keeps his eyes on the road.
«I’m coming to get you but there’s a bit of traffic. I think I’ll be there in-»
«Oh, you’re coming?» you echo.
«I booked a taxi, I’m on my way already»
This morning he didn’t tell you he would come and pick you up from work, at lunch neither.
«Of course I’m coming» he speaks slowly. His tone is low and he sounds definitely less bright then when you started the call.
«You didn’t tell me» you murmur. Jungkook frowns.
«I thought it was obvious» he mumbles. He’s disappointed but all he can do for now is turn on the left and get back to the main road.
«Are you still going to Taehyung’s?»
«Of course» you nod. You wait for him to say something but silence fills the air and you end up staring outside once more.
«Are you mad?» you shrink in your seat.
Jungkook munches on the inside of his lips, head shaking.
«No,» he mumbles «just disappointed. I wanted to spend some time together before going»
«Oh, I’m sorry» you sigh.
«I didn’t think about it, I just-»
«It’s okay, baby. Don’t worry» he smiles a bit. Your tone sounds low and it’s far from what he wanted for you to sound like when he called.
«Just call me next time» he smiles more.
«I will» you nod.
«I’ll be there in ten minutes I think, is there so much traffic?» you ask. The road that you’re on seems slightly more free than the one before, there are a lot of cars but it’s not too bad, you can still move without having to stop every two minutes.
Jungkook huffs.
«A little. I guess it will take me twenty minutes at least. Are they ordering dinner or cooking?»
«Hoseok told me they want to eat pizza» you inform.
«Can you order for me too?» he looks at the screen almost as if you could see his pouty lips.
«Do you want your usual?»
«Yes,» he nods «I’m so hungry»
«You ate too little at lunch» you scold. Jungkook shrugs as he finally turns around and enters the main road.
«I wasn’t that hungry at lunch»
«I know but you should eat enough to get you to dinner» you sing-song.
«Ugh, so annoying» he sighs, a smile stretching on his face. You shake your head, eyes going back to the street.
«I’m almost there, see you in a bit?»
He nods.
«Yes, I’m on the main road. See you in a bit»
You’re about to close the call when he calls your name again.
«Y/n?»
«Mh?» you hum. He bites on his lower lip, a bubbly feeling making its way in his chest.
«I love you» he hums back, voice soft. It comes out too hard to hold back your smile, cheeks burning.
«I love you too»
Jungkook wishes you didn’t agree to spend your evening like this. All he could think about today was how much he wanted work to end so that he could come and pick you up, go home and spend some time together. Watching a movie, cooking, laying in bed, whatever would have been fine as long as he could’ve basked in you and your presence. When he saw the messages on your group chat after lunch, he didn’t think you would say yes but after twenty minutes, your reply lit up his screen and all he could do was agree too. He didn’t want to stay home alone if he could be with you somewhere else so he didn’t have any choice left. As he stares at his reflection in the elevator though, he doesn’t look as gloomy as it sounds. His cheeks are full, a beam on his face at the thought of the reaction of your friends at the news of what happened, it makes him eager to get out from the doors and knock at the apartment.
Yoongi opens the door, Hyunjoo by his side smiling at the maknae. He takes his shoes off and lets them at the entrance, taking in the sight of the room as he greets his friends.
«Y/n?» he asks to Jimin after Taehyung pats him on the shoulder. His friend points at the kitchen.
«In the kitchen,» he answers «she’s with Eunji»
Jungkook nods, his friend furrows his eyebrows and pouts slightly as he nods, as to say “go and get her”. It makes Jungkook lick his lips, eyes travelling to the door of the kitchen as he shakes his head.
«Don’t think so but-» Eunji stops talking when the door opens, her eyes scanning the intruder and then going back to the counter, she stirs something in the pan without even bowing to him, too used to each others’ presence.
«Aren’t we getting pizza?» Jungkook asks as he comes in. She nods at him, his eyes smiling at you.
«Didn’t feel like eating that much, I ate a lot at lunch» she answers. You chuckle softly.
«Yeah, yeah» you move your head to a beat that only you can hear «Are you beatboxing?» you laugh.
Jungkook bursts out laughing, Eunji seems to understand your joke only after a few seconds.
«Jimin tells me I speak in rhymes a lot these days» she laughs.
«Please don’t get used to it» Jungkook titters at her, stopping in the middle of the room. Eunji shakes her head, focusing on the food and he looks at you with his eyes all smiley and glittery. You find your insides melting and all you can do is smile back, getting a handful of the napkins on the counter and turning around it. You walk towards him, Jungkook is about to open his arms at you but you seem to fasten your pace and a second later you’re passing beside him like he wasn’t there in the first place. He sees you walk out of the kitchen and turn the corner, taking the napkins with you to set the table in the living room.
He stays still for a minute, Eunji humming as she cooks totally unaware of what just happened and of his confused mind. Why would you do that?
«When’s dinner coming?» his friend yells from in front of him. He blinks at the wall, Jin responding from the other room.
«In twenty»
Eunji nods to herself, turning around to Jungkook.
«Can you tell Jimin to come?» she asks. He nods, not really understanding.
«Can’t you yell some more?» he teases. Eunji rolls her eyes at him.
«You’re a good friend, Jungkook» she smiles annoyingly and he just shakes his head, already strolling to the living room to get Jimin. When his friend leaves for the kitchen, he realises you’re nowhere to be seen.
He wanders around the house for a bit, goes to the balcony, peeks into the gym space, turns in the hallway until he stops in front of the bathroom. He stills for a second pondering on what to do, maybe you’re inside?
«Y/n?» he calls. Your hum confirms his thoughts.
«Can I come in?»
A second later the handle lowers and your face shows in front of him, nodding and about to walk out. He grabs your wrist sweetly, eyes meeting yours as he stops you in place. You look taken aback, even more when he guides you inside and shuts the door behind you.
«What are you doing?» you ask. Jungkook shakes his head.
«Did something happen?» he questions munching on the inside of his lips. You shake your head.
«Nothing happened. Why?» you ask back. He pouts in respond.
«You didn’t greet me» he murmurs low. Your smile softens his insides as you get closer to him.
«Poor baby» you mumble sweetly, hand cupping his cheek.
«You wanted a kiss?» you coo.
«Sorry, didn’t want to do it in front of Eunji»
Jungkook’s mouth opens slightly, not really expecting your words. He doesn’t manage to answer back, your lips touch his and all he does is melt into you, the way your petals feel so soft and full, the taste of your lip balm so sweet. It’s slow and lovely, your thumb brushes against his cheek and he turns into a puddle right away, eyelashes fluttering.
«Missed you so much» he whispers against you, your heart clenches.
«I missed you too» your hands reach his nape, you caress his head as he kisses your cheek, giggles erupting from his chest when you tickle a sweet spot behind his ear, his nose scrunching cutely.
«Sorry about before. And the taxi. I really didn’t think-» he pecks your lips.
«It’s all fine. Don’t worry» another peck.
«I wish we stayed home tonight,» another one «wanted to cook you dinner»
«Let’s do it tomorrow?» you ask. Jungkook nods as he lets his arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you to him.
«Wait, did you come because of me?» you giggle. He nods against you, kissing the tip of your nose. You shriek when he unexpectedly grabs you by the back of your thighs, he laughs at your reaction as he places you on the sink, your knees at the sides of his waist and his hands going back to your back.
«Sshh» he chuckles, his forefinger on his lips. You shake your head, his hands cup your face and you find yourself giggling when his lips kiss every inch of your face quickly and endlessly, pecks left on your nose, lips, chin, your cheek, your forehead. Jungkook giggles with you as he does so, just the melody of your laughter is enough to make him feel as light as a feather.
«So pretty» he coos.
«Stop, it’s ticklish» you giggle. He shakes his head, leaving another peck on the tip of your nose. You have to grab him by his cheeks and pull him to you to make him stop, your kiss stilling him in place, totally taken aback. For a second, he doesn’t move, his mind goes back to how worried he was yesterday at lunch when he thought he had lost his best friend. It makes him beam against you when you part and scrunch your nose at him, cutely angry for not responding the kiss. He kisses you right back, your soft and airy giggles fill up the air again as he rubs his nose against yours sharing an eskimo kiss.
«Yes» he blurts out stilling. You raise your eyebrows confused.
«I came because of you. Why did you agree? Couldn’t we stay at home?» he whines.
«Usually we don’t go to places together if we don’t feel like it» you wonder. Jungkook parts a little.
«We don’t. But I thought- after what happened yesterday I thought-» he stutters a bit «we could stay home and- I don’t know» he looks down.
«I wanted to be with you and… don’t know, whatever would’ve been good»
«Oh» you let out. Jungkook doesn’t budge in front of you, eyes back on your face and expression a bit disappointed.
«Baby, I’m really sorry. I suck, sorry» you murmur «I’m sorry about the taxi and before and this too. It’s just- it’s new and- I thought about staying home too and I wanted it a lot but- I don’t know, we didn’t talk about it and when Taehyung asked I just said yes out of habit. I thought you wanted to come, I should’ve-»
«Hey stop, stop» he rubs his nose against yours once more.
«It’s okay» he kisses the tip.
«It just hurts a bit cause I thought that you didn’t want to stay home? Like- of course you would want to spend time with our friends but- after what happened I thought we both wanted to be with each other and- just-»
«I want to. I really, really want to. Really» you nod.
«I thought about you all day long. I had a shitty day and what got me through it was the thought of coming home to you. I wanted to cuddle or just do anything too. I don’t know, when he asked I just- I’m not good at this yet. Like, I don’t think I can balance our relationship yet. I’m used to us being friends and spending time like this, I didn’t think you would mind coming here cause that’s what we usually do, I said yes cause I thought you would want to come. I’m - I’m sorry» your rant comes to an end and you’re out of breath, Jungkook’s lips are fighting a smile as he tries to stay lucid for a second.
«We need to communicate better,» he sighs, the smile taking over him «definitely» he adds.
«I’ll tell you about my plans and you can tell me yours. It’s better, isn’t it?» his forehead touches yours as his arms wrap around you, he pushes himself to you, hugging you tight and never wanting to let go. You hum on his face, slightly nodding for as much as the position allows.
«So, will we do that tomorrow? Stay home?» you mumble.
«If you want to» he breathes. You nod eagerly, parting from him.
«Thanks god, yes I want to. Wanted to stay home today too» you giggle. Jungkook loses his sanity, your essence invades every cell of him and makes them go crazy with affection.
«Do you want to leave?» he chuckles.
«You think we could? I mean- wouldn’t it be weird?»
«Why would it?» he kisses your cheek. You use your feet to bring him closer, wrapping your legs around him and when he looks at you his eyes are full of tenderness.
«They don’t know yet» you shrug.
«We could just be tired. And we could tell them» he whispers, his fingers brush away a hair that’s about to come in the way of your eye. You hold his wrist and stop his movement, the soft kiss that you lay on the back of his hand makes his mind weak and the way you intertwine your fingers with his it’s even worse.
«Do you really want to leave?» you ask. He raises his eyebrows.
«After dinner? We eat and go» he mumbles. It makes you laugh, it’s totally a Jungkook thing to do.
«Never say no to pizza» you joke, his cheeks getting fuller as he stares at you with his big dark eyes.
«I would now, but Tae payed for them. It would be rude»
«I know, I was just joking. When you’re hungry you malfunction, usually» you explain. He blows on your face faking annoyance.
«Let’s go home after we eat» you nod. He pecks your lips happily.
«Great» he chimes, bunny teeth showing from how wide he’s smiling.
«Can I get another kiss?»
You don’t even let him take in your actions, already pulling him to you and placing your lips on his, totally rushed and needy to feel the softness of his petals. He moans against you, your tongue slides inside his mouth and you feel like on the edge of a cliff with your heart in your throat and your senses tingling. You cradle his hair with your fingers, caress his head as you deepen the kiss, eyes closed. Jungkook feels himself getting closer to losing his hold on the world with you fitting so sweetly in his arms. If he thinks he has to let go to go back to the living room all he wants to do is lead you to the front door and get you to his car to take you home and just bask in your presence.
He lingers in the sensation more, not ready to let go yet.
«Baby» he whimpers against you when you slightly dig your teeth in his lower lip.
«I love you» you murmur.
And fuck, it makes him really lose it. His breath gets cut off, jaw clenching as he breathes in deeper. It’s so good when you say it, sounds so beautiful, so melodic. He can’t believe it’s for him, his ears to hear.
«Love you» you repeat, hands on his shoulder blades and nose bumping into his. He smiles with his eyes shut, cheeks staining of a faint shade of red as his mind gets filled with the need of having you close.
«Can- can you… do you want to…» he doesn’t end his sentence, he looks away from you as he munches on his lips nervously. The sudden shift of his behaviour makes you frown in confusion.
«What?» you coo. Jungkook shakes his head.
«Nothing, let’s go out?» he tries. He sees you, narrowing your eyes at him and trying to understand what he’s thinking about, lips contracted in the slightest scowl.
«Love» you call. He shuts his eyes, the nickname still makes him uneasy with the emotions in his chest, all soft and mushy.
«Tell me»
«I…» he licks his lips, «I want you» he murmurs, his eyes meeting yours again. Silence fills the air, his skin burns in worry and embarrassment with the new information he just let out, mind spinning to try and catch the slightest hint of discomfort in your features.
«Now? Here?» you’re taken aback, and Jungkook can hear it loud and clear, of course you would be. It would be better to just go back and wait for the pizza with the others, they’re probably looking for you at this point.
«I’m sorry, let’s just- go back and-»
«Come here» you smile, grabbing him by his hips and pulling him to you. His eyes widen, his body is totally limp as you keep him close.
«What do you want?» you huff happily. He breathes in through his teeth, chest feeling too tight and weary to hold back the maddening beating of his heart.
«Can’t you tell?» he exhales, slightly getting brave and pushing himself between your legs. His cock is half hard, you feel it against your trousers and god, does it do things to you. You wish you would be home already.
«Not really» you bluffer. He scoffs, the air coming out of his nose fans your face.
His hands grab the flesh of your thighs, his cheeks are still painted of a fair shade or red.
«Want you close» he hums. With you, it’s always like this, always the need of being closer. You fill all his senses, all the space, every inch of him until all he can do is crave and yearn and lose himself, trying to keep his mind lucid with little might.
«We’re quite close» you smile. He whines and closes his eyes, so annoying.
«Let’s just go back» he mumbles, skin burning and chest divided in two between giving up on his shyness and just tell you he wants to bury himself deep inside you and feel every inch of your skin and open the door to the outside world.
«Please? I want to hear you say it» you mewl. Your tone makes his inner battle pointless, his digits dig into you.
«Wanna be inside you,» he breathes «feel you so close»
It’s all you need to hear. Your lips touch his, soft petals parting for you without even having to ask for permission, totally giving up on his rationality. You hum in his mouth and smile against him and Jungkook feels himself growing harder already, you do things to him that make him bewildered. How you manage to get him hard just by doing nothing is a mystery that he doesn’t want to answer, not when you don’t mind at least. And you don’t seem to do so, cause your hand is cupping him through his trousers, and fuck, he gets as hard as a rock. The whine that he lets out in your mouth makes you just as desperate as he is, and when he ruts his hips against your hand you know that there’s no going back.
«Please» he begs. Your hands move fast, almost as if you didn’t have time to lose, cause you really don’t have it. Unbuckling his belt and then opening the button and the fly of his jeans, he watches you as your attention shifts on the garment, your lips pouty and focused and eyes fixed on your task, he really believes that he might die just from the sight of you. So beautiful, so pretty, so his. Fucking his. The thought makes him bite his lips harshly, hips stuttering against your hands. You hum a soft titter, let your eyes travel to his.
«Give me a second» you smile, pecking his lips sweetly. He nods with his mind empty, totally entranced by the feeling of your fingers linking around the band of his boxers and pushing the fabric down with his jeans, the cloths follow the curve of his hips without you even having to focus on it too much. They stay midway on his thighs and he’s already grabbing you by the back of your thighs, carefully raising you on the counter.
«Take ‘em off» he huffs. His strength makes you quiver as you unbutton your sailor pants, your heels tracing the back of his legs as you move. He holds back a moan when your hand bumps against his cockhead while you lower your zip, puts you back on the counter after you lower them a bit on your back, the position too uncomfortable to take them off. He helps you lower them on your thighs until they eventually fall on your ankles, the wide cut leg not helpful at all. And god have mercy, fuck, when he sees your panties the grunt that comes out of his throat makes you shiver, the red lace unbearable to his sanity.
«Shit, I love them» he breathes. Your snort makes him giggle lightly and his eyes move from them to your face and then back to the material between your thighs.
«Really?» you coo. He nods fervently, lets his hand slide between your legs to cup your core from your panties, hissing through his teeth at the contact.
«Fuck, yes. I love them. I love you, you’re perfect» his sentences are rushed, he sounds almost childish before he kisses you with need, his lips against you as his other limb comes to the side of you to balance his weight while he slightly pushes you backwards.
«Mine, mine. All mine» he wheezes. There’s the glittery glow of a feeling inside you that squeezes its presence around your clenching heart, heavy but fluttering it makes you nod with all your belief as you feel his fingers push your panties to the side. His thumb brushes against your clit and all you can do is bite your lips and try as much as you can not to moan, your arms wrapping behind his neck. Jungkook smiles, kisses you more.
«Want you, please» you beg. He wouldn’t decline you even in another life and his cock is too hard to even think about it, it’s twitching and leaking precum and all he wants to do is mix it with your juices and make you feel good, feel you close and wrapped around him.
«Please, inside»
«Open your legs a bit» he instructs, eyes soft as he watches you do so. He lays his forehead against yours, holds his cock from the base as he pushes himself between your thighs and guides it to your entrance. His cockhead slides between your pussy lips and he can’t hold back, moans out loud and throws his head back at your softness, your juices covering him. Every time, every fucking time you make him feel helpless. You kiss the column of his neck, lower your hands on his asscheeks, squeeze his skin in your palms.
«We need to be quiet» you whisper. He knows. Fuck, he knows but it’s too much. He doesn’t think he can do it, you’re too perfect, too good to him. He huffs a breath and looks at you, cheeks a bit reddish.
«Sorry, feels too good» he keens. Your beam makes him smile and he gets back to his ministrations with his lips getting bitten by his teeth, eyes on your face that make you want to lose your calm as he repeats to himself that he needs to stay quiet. His cock is heavy, throbbing against you and practically begging for your walls to squeeze him tight and you can’t wait to feel him closer, feel his skin against yours and his breath rough. Even as he digs into you your eyes stay on his face, his pupils into yours.
It’s so saccharine that you feel like all the world is made of stars, of his essence, his comfort. He fills you up so good, the stretch slightly uncomfortable but always so ravishing inside you, you can feel every movement, every throb of him and your walls are so eager that they instantly tighten around him and his brain shuts down.
«Baby, if you do that- I don’t think I… shit, too good» he mewls. You take off one of your heels with the help of the tip of your other shoe, the right one following right after. Your pants slip totally down now without the support of the shoes holding their cloth from underneath, they land in front of Jungkook’s feet and you dig your calves in the back of his legs, too eager to have him closer, your arms on his back make his chest weigh over yours until he’s as linked to you as he can, breasts pressing against him.
«God, shit. I love you» the way he blurts it out makes your breath halt, your heart flutters and shakes at the same time. He watches your lips turning into a beam, your neediness reaching peaks you didn’t think were possible.
He moves inside you, his waist ruts against yours in little movements almost as if to part from the warmth you’re providing him would be a crime, his arms holding you up from behind your back and your shoulder blade. The position is new, the pleasure skyrocketing in such little time that the both of you are panting in quiet breaths in a matter of seconds. Having him so close supporting you as he moves slowly, his eyes on your face as you moan silently, his breath uneven, the pleasure taking over his features, it feels like safeness. Like a shelter from the world, a new pot to grow your roots in, to bloom flowers and plant new seeds, protected and shielded by his arms and the way his fingers dig into your skin and write silent promises that only you and him can read.
«I love you too» you let out. Jungkook kisses you again, he pushes you more towards the edge of the sink with his hands and goes back to properly holding you up, lips brushing against you as he pushes inside you. The new found closeness makes you even more eager, your hands digging deeper into his asscheeks.
«So good, feels so good» you whisper.
«Yeah? Like this? You like it like this?» he puffs out. Your walls engulf him so good that he feels all of his might crumble, his breath ragged as he ruts inside you. You nod breathless, throwing your head back.
Jungkook looks at your face from the mirror and even though he can’t see it all, it makes him ache more, longing for you even though you’re all for him already. It turns him crazy, overwhelmed every time, never enough.
«So good, yes. I love it» you whine under your breath. The sounds are muffled, the only things hearable your breaths and the wet sounds coming from his cock filling you up and his balls slapping against your ass, moans soft and as quiet as possible. Jungkook drowns every second more into you, it can’t be stopped and all he can do is be honest with it and let your love take over him even as he pounds softly into you in the bathroom. Where you are doesn’t change it; what you’re doing, the way he loves you, how much he wishes he could melt into you and mix in every way possible. You test his limits, pull him along, ruin him in every way possible, it’s sweet and consuming and he only wants to have more, his hand warm as he cups your cheek and kisses you deeper, only for you.
«Fuck. Are you really mine? All mine, only for me» he whispers. His words send you on the edge, walls pulsating around him, way too much pleasure filling up every nerve of your body.
«I promise. Only you, Jungkook» you dig your face in the crook of his neck, pressing your lips into his skin and trying to hold back your sounds for as much as you can. His movements make you bounce a little, the air seems to get thicker and heavier and the feeling of being so close pushes you over the edge, the thought of needing each other so desperately that you actually find yourself in this type of situation makes you dizzy and weak, so much that you contract around him and cum in spasms. Your body trembles as he whines out loud not able to hold back, his cum bursting out of his cock as his hand cups the back of your head and fumbles with your hair. The amount of cum he leaks seems to be unstoppable, so much that for a second he fears that it will spill out of you and spoil the sink even while he’s still on his high, his knees wobbly and his chest heavy as he holds you so tight that you feel the beat of his heart against yours.
He stays silent, listens to your breaths uneven and feels the way your walls clench from time to time, his cock buried inside you still half hard. Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself and what he’s feeling, these emotions are too much to handle, but all he knows is that the closer he gets the closer he wants to be. So he keeps you close, just like he always did for all these years but with a new intimacy in which you both linger in, totally fragile and exposed for each other. Only when his fingers trace the back of your neck you realise that your cheeks are stained with tears, eyes burning as you open them again.
You love him, you wish there was a better word to describe it but it hasn’t been invented yet, you think there will never be one strong and heavy enough to describe what you feel for this man, your best friend and finally, your lover. You love him so deeply and without conjectures and presumptions, you love him behind words, behind actions, you just love him. So much that it’s hard to control it, you wonder how the hell didn’t you notice, how couldn’t you realise that for all these years this was already there. How is it possible, to be so blind? To have love in your pot, soul, water, roots intertwined and feel support deep in every single part of your leaves but not realise that it’s just because there’s him keeping you up with his.
«Baby» he calls, his hand strokes your back as you sniff, your nose digs into the skin of his neck. Panic takes over him, heart beating loudly and fear filling up his eyes.
«Did I- god, did I hurt you? I’m so- fuck, I didn’t notice, I’m so sor-»
«No» you shake your head slightly, your hands hugging his back tight.
«Nothing happened, I’m sorry» you kiss his skin.
«Just feeling overwhelmed. Keep hugging me?» you snuffle. His heart throbs, arms immediately wrapping tighter around you as the fright in his chest summers down. He breathes in your scent, massages your back, kisses your shoulders and the skin of your neck he manages to reach.
«I got you» he strokes your hair.
«I always got you» he promises. The words make you inhale deeply, your chest is on the verge of exploding but the tears on your cheeks are drying. He keeps you so close that at some point you find it hard to picture you standing to leave the bathroom, craving for his warmth even though you haven’t left it yet.
«I love you» he rustles. You nod.
«I love you too. A fucking lot»
It makes him guffaw and it’s so hearty and free that your heart feels like it’s getting washed and made brand new only to reach a new peak in loving him, more than before.
His chest rumbles against yours, your giggles filling up the air too. You wonder if your friends are waiting for you, asking themselves where the hell did you go, why would you vanish away like that, if they heard anything; still, it’s too good to let go yet. Even when Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders and lightly tugs you to look you in the eyes, even when he brushes a strand away from your face, even if the overwhelming feeling summered down a little, even if he smiles at you and your chest feels lighter.
«What do you feel?» he asks.
«Love» it’s the only thing that comes to your mind.
«I feel love, all over and all inside and it’s overwhelming but so good. I love it, I love you» you rant. His cheeks fill up, cheekbones high and eyes made of stars.
«I feel better,» you let him know «I think we can go?»
«Let’s get cleaned up and eat, wanna cuddle when we go home» he hums. You shake your head yes, Jungkook pecks your lips but doesn’t budge when you rest your hands on his hips.
«Koo, we need to go» you smile amused.
«Sorry, feels good being inside you» he sighs. He guides his cock out of you, takes a good look at your pussy before closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, his chest swells up and you can’t hold back your laughter.
«That good?»
«More than you can imagine» he laughs.
You’re about to jump down from the sink to get a tissue when he stops you by placing his hands at your sides.
«Let me do it?» he quietly chimes. You nod shyly, the action new. Of all the times you had sex, this never happened most probably because after coming down from your highs all you did was lay just a bunch of minutes on his chest, running away the seconds right after cause it was too intimate to stay more. He didn’t get the chance to bask in these moments fully, take care of you in the way he craved for, in the way he wanted. Last night too, you were too spent to even think about washing, when he woke you up at three am feeling needy it was pretty much just the same. But now, now that he gets to do it, it makes your cheeks burn. It’s so intimate and chaste and when he lowers with the paper between his fingers all you can do is look at his expression focused, his lips pouting and eyebrows cocked, his other hand resting on your thigh. The tissue dries your juices and his, he watches as the last drop of his cum leaks out from your entrance and for a moment all he wants to do is wipe it with his finger and lead it to your mouth but he restrains himself and absorbs it with the paper instead.
«Gonna wash you clean when we get home» he hums. You shake your head, feeling slightly tipsy with him.
«Let’s go?» you ask. He raises up, cleans himself with another tissue as best as he can and puts his boxers back in place with his jeans, he does the same with your panties and your sailor pants, helps you zip them up and close the button when you finally stand. When you put your heels back on he lays a kiss on the crown of your head and takes you by the hand, all smiley and as soft as a cloud. He doesn’t expect you to leave his hand when he opens the door of the bathroom.
«Wait a bit?» you coo. He stands still, blinks at your face taken aback. He just nods, and a second later you’re turning around the corner.
Your friends are all over the place, Hyunjoo and Yoongi laughing with Eunji, Jimin and Taehyung drinking on the sofa and apparently not a sight of the food on the table yet.
«Dinner?» you ask. Jin’s eyes widen.
«Yah! Where were you?» he exclaims, patting your shoulder. You shrug.
«Went to the bathroom, my stomach hurt»
«Oh, did you eat well at lunch?»
You’re about to answer him but a second later your attention gets taken by your friend on the couch.
«Jungkookah!» Taehyung yells, eyes on the younger man as he strolls into the living room.
«Where have you been?»
«Bathroom» he simply mumbles. Jin’s eyes widen by your side, lips sealed shut after he licks them and tries to hide a smile. You’re two idiots, could’ve at least make up something before coming out. Nevertheless, he pretends that he didn’t hear anything.
Your cheeks burn and suddenly you want to dig a hole and hide yourself in it.
«The delivery is running late» he informs you. You don’t really know what to do with the information, especially when your eyes meet Jungkook’s and he shies away sitting on the couch and turning to Taehyung.
The ride home is short, the traffic not a burden anymore and the music filling up the car light, your window open and the soft breeze tickles your skin just in the right way. Jungkook looks at you from time to time, a beam lighting up his features. Despite the fact that he felt a little disappointed before when you let go of his hand and acted like nothing happened between you at all for the whole time you were at your friends’ place, he doesn’t talk about it. It’s all new, fresh and you both need time to adjust to each other, he guesses. Especially with other people around. It was enough when you talked in the bathroom before. He just hopes that he will get the chance to show you affection in public too, in general. Being like you were before you faced your feelings for each other is beautiful, it makes him realise that what you have is deeper than what it seems, but he still wishes he could act like the person who loves you.
So for now, he thinks he just wants to face what matters the most; what happens with closed doors, the things only him and you know.
His hand caresses your thigh as he enters the parking lot, a cheeky bunny smile spreads on his lips.
«You still want to cuddle?»
Your answer isn’t one of those that simply are made of words. No, you have to wrap your fist around his heart and make it stop beating, just to make it go crazy when it starts again. You bend over, lips smacking against his cheek loudly, the kiss one of those that usually little kids would give to their parents, playful and childish enough to turn him into a puddle. Jungkook stops the car as he’s about to park, turns around and stares you with his eyes wide open as if you had three heads. The unsettlement in his features slowly changes into realisation and then into mischief, until he huffs and decides to finish his initial ministration. He parks the car, turns down the engine, stays still and silent on his seat. Just as you’re about to open the car door, he squeezes your cheeks with his hand and smacks his lips on yours, his thumb and the rest of his fingers dig into your skin as he keeps his mouth on yours in a never ending peck. At some point your cheeks hurt with his hold and the smile trying to take over your features, until he finally lets go and breathes out the biggest “mwah” you’ve ever heard. You snort at him, make your way out of the car as he stares at you. There are just some things that never change, he thinks.
The whole situation reminds him of when you first started to live together, that time that he was playing on his phone and you came in the way, made him lose the game just because you wanted to make ponytails with his hair, took a photo right after that still lives in your phone and told him he was cute as hell, just to leave him bewildered and alone back on the couch, still with his hair full of pinkish hair ties and his heart pounding for the compliment, the words game over on his screen perfect for describing the situation.
«Are you coming?» you knock on his window. He wonders when will you stop looking this cute as hell, but he guesses that all he has to do is give up and fall in love with you every second more.
Loving Jungkook comes naturally. It’s always been inside you, from the moment you met him to the moment that you realised it, in every move and action. It’s just, it’s still new. It’s fresh, and it’s weird to finally face it and bare your emotions, it’s thrilling and the rush in your veins every time you meet his eyes makes your breath stop. It’s beautiful, but it’s a bit frightening too.
You love him, god if you do. You love him with every cell of your body, you love every single fiber of him, every inch of skin, every breathtaking flaw and every curve of his soul. Getting used to it though, it’s a total different thing. He’s still your best friend, the one that you grew up with in all these years, the one that you used to tease and argue with, probably the person that you got mad with more than anyone else and the safe place that always got you in every situation, the one that reassured you when things were hard, that hugged you when some nights were too hard to bare on your own.
And for some reason, it’s scary. Not in a dreadful way, it’s not your feelings, it’s just… you guess it’s just the whole situation. Getting to realise that now he has that space in you, that hold on your heart, that space in your life.
«Are you going to shower?» he beams from the door, locking it shut as you take your shoes off and leave them before the stair in the entrance. You nod, feet already walking mindlessly as he does the same with his shoes.
«Wait for me?» he mumbles, voice low and hopeful. You stop in your trucks, turning to look at him you find him munching on the inside of his lips, a habit that always made your eyes stare a bit too much. He notices, how your shoulders hang low and your eyes look away, crawling to find an escape. It makes him gulp nervously and shake his head slow.
«Nevermind,» he breathes «I’ll shower too, do you want to- cuddle on the couch?»
«Couch» you quietly nod. He does the same, smiling at you to let you know that don’t worry, I’ll wait if that’s what you need.
He doesn’t say it though, and he hopes that the words written in his glittery eyes are enough clear for you to catch them and make them yours. He watches you turn the corner, steps velvety on the floor and the sound of your bedroom door closing.
He knows how upsetting it can be, to face something this big. Not upsetting in a way that makes you want to go back to where you stepped before, at least that was only for him cause he was sure as hell that you didn’t feel the same for him, but upsetting because it’s just a new space, a new realisation. So he knows, he knows that you need a bit of time cause he knows you. He knows that you adjust well in every situation, you’re pretty flexible with yourself most of the time. You adjust just good in new places, new apartments just like when you moved in together, adjust well with new people most of the time, if they’re good people. But this is something else, this is about your relationship, the shift in the air. And even though you feel attraction for each other, love deep and hard, he knows that you need to move at your pace. It was the same when you moved in, adjusting to the house itself and his presence was easy, the process of adjusting to the consequences of it a bit slower. All he can do is show you that he’s still going to be here, with his arms open wide for you and his caring eyes, just like it was before, proving that even though things changed, they really didn’t; there’s still coziness in the air, he’s still the same as before just like you.
He showers, waits for you on the couch, makes sure that you have a bowl full of popcorns on the table and something to drink. When you come into the living room, his face lights up. You look ethereal, with your hair still a bit wet and your eyes full of sparks almost as if the shower you just had brought you back to life, even in your pyjamas you look like the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on.
«Do we have snacks?» you chime. He nods, points at the table. Your beam spurs him on, makes him feel like he just did the best thing ever. And he loves it, totally. His arms open beckoning you to him and when you launch yourself in them all he can do is laugh heartily and wrap them tightly around you.
The night feels blissful with his arms around you, your limbs getting entangled the more time passes. You end up talking through the movie he picked, not really showing that much of interest even though it’s pretty eventful. The way he lets you lay on top of him makes you feel safe and cozy, your back against his chest and his back on the pillow of the sofa, one of his legs bent over yours and his arms keeping you warm.
You end up falling asleep, wake up the day after in your bed, a note on your nightstand.
"You passed out from sleep last night, so I took you to bed. I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep in mine, so I figured it was better to take you to yours. I came in to say good morning but you were sleeping so cutely that I didn’t want to wake you. Aish, why are you so cute?- a laughter bursts out of your chest- I’m going to work, probably will be home around seven. I love you :D"
Good morning, you tell yourself. It’s going to be a beautiful day.
The week passes quickly, work hasn’t been too stressful beside for Monday and all you want to do tonight is come back home and just relax. At lunchtime you’re already wishing you could open the door of your house and just throw yourself on the couch with all your might, but apparently life doesn’t work that way. Your phone lights up, your father’s picture takes up all your screen and something inside you makes your senses tingle as if it was a fifth sense.
«Appa!» you call. His laughter fills up your ears.
«Oh, my baby! Are you eating well these days?» his Busan accent is thick, totally differing from yours now. It was hard to get rid of it when you came to Seoul, it was hard for Jungkook too. You smile widely, a feeling of melancholy invading your chest.
«Yes! Actually too well, appa. I eat too much these days» you chuckle.
«How is eomma doing?»
Your father grunts: «Oh, she’s fine, always looking for something to fight me with! We argued five minutes ago but she’s singing in the kitchen as if nothing happened, I’m the only one upset» he rants.
«What went through my mind when I proposed? Aish, this woman»
His tone makes you laugh, the dynamics have always been like this in your family. Your mother is sweet, caring, but god, is she feisty. Your father is always been the calmer one, the rational one between them, saying sorry when it was needed and talking to her when she wouldn’t listen. Her personality is a lot to handle, but if you manage to find your way with her she will give you your world and even the things she doesn’t have.
«Why did you fight?» you wonder. He huffs annoyed.
«Nothing big! I forgot the light on in the living room when I went to pee!» he laughs at the silly argument.
«She scolded me for fifteen minutes!»
«God, she’s something else» you chuckle.
Your father makes noises of agreement, hums at your words and laughs at the high note coming from the corner of the kitchen, your mother definitely isn’t a singer.
«Do you want to come for the weekend? It’s been so long since we spent some time together. I miss you» he sweetens his voice, trying to get into your heart, and here it is, what you sensed before. His invitation makes you smile and nod, even though you’re tired and craving for your couch from this morning. It’s been definitely more than three months since the last time you visited your hometown and your parents. It’s not that you don’t want to go, actually you find yourself being homesick from time to time. It’s just been pretty eventful, with everything that happened. With Jungkook, work being a pain in the ass as always. Plus, a four hours drive isn’t really that appealing, riding the train for that long neither when you know that you will be able to stay just for a little amount of time. You guess you could do that, since you really miss them and work hasn’t been that hectic this week. You have some energy to spare after having a good sleep, even for your mom’s questions.
«Jungkook? How is he? He can come too! We can grill samgyeopsal» he exclaims excited. It’s nothing new, your father is crazy for him and your mom just shows an inch of sanity more, but it’s pretty much just the same, she hides it well. The last time that you visited together was almost eight months ago and every time you went afterwards they asked you why you didn’t bring him with you, so you guess that you could ask him.
«Oh, he’s good. He wouldn’t turn down samgyeopsal. Not in his right mind at least» you joke.
«Ah, great! Your mom started preparing for kimjang, it’s fermenting so we’ll have kimchi too! Aigoo, I’m hungry. Yeobo!» he yells to your mother still with the phone on his ear, grimacing you part from it.
«How much until we eat?»
You hear your mother scolding your father and telling him to help her in the kitchen, calling him lazy ass. It makes you chuckle but silently, knowing that your father will act all lamentable.
«I’m talking to our daughter!» he yells back.
You don’t really understand what’s happening, weird noises making their way though the microphone until your mom’s voice comes in the way.
«Aigoo, my baby! When are you coming to visit?»
«Eomma! Tomorrow I think, I’m going to call you again to let you know» you smile.
«Bring Jungkook!» she chimes. You roll your eyes.
«I’ll talk to him,» you answer «where is dad?»
«Oh, I kicked him in the ass. He has to get up and help me, he’s always sitting on the sofa» she wails.
«I will go cooking, but come tomorrow okay?»
«Yes, eomma» you make sure to nod even though she can’t see you. She says her goodbyes and a second later the call is over, you already picture your dad’s face with a scowl as she looks at him with his phone in her hands.
The air in Busan feels different, more fresh and fragrant, the pollution level is lower and the fine dust is less, so you breathe in and gladly take off your mask. Jungkook stands behind you with his still on his face and a beanie on his head, entirely dressed in black. His hair are getting longer and you can’t help but swoon over him a bit.
When you told him your parents invited you home yesterday, his eyes lit up and he asked to come before you could even tell him they invited him, so it’s to no use to say that when you mentioned samgyeopsal all he did was fist the air and hum already licking his lips. Sometimes you wonder if he likes you more than meat, but you guess that he does, otherwise he would be running inside your parents’ house already at the smell coming out from the open windows.
«Aigoo, they started grilling already» he whines.
«I told them we were about to arrive» you hum. His arm comes around your shoulder, the wide bag he brought hanging from the other side of his body. Jungkook feels happy. He loves your parents just the same as they love him, calls them mom and dad, receives their calls from time to time, when you still used to live in Busan and he would come to your place to hang out he used to have long talks with your dad and laugh about silly things. He feels joyful, ready to spend a good weekend and to enjoy the hometown that he missed so much. His family is in Japan at the moment so it’s crystal clear that your father will keep him occupied for the whole weekend, more than happy to do so. He wondered if he should be sleeping in his parent’s house yesterday but when you answered him no as if it was obvious he felt even more cheerful. You wouldn’t say that your parents are wealthy because they aren’t, but the house is big and has four bedrooms, the price was extremely low when they bought it, plus he used to sleep here practically two to three times a week when you were younger, you know that your parents don’t mind it at all.
«My baby!» your dad’s face peeks out of the window and he yells from the kitchen with his eyes full of excitement. A bunch of seconds later he’s opening the front door and running towards you.
«Aigoo, my daughter is here!»
«Appa, don’t scream!» you laugh as he engulfs you in one of his bear hugs. Jungkook lets go of his hold on you and watches the scene in front of him, a new wave of happiness invading his body. He bows politely to your father when he parts from you, the older man laughing at him and wrapping his arms tightly around his figure. He stays there, with his face on his shoulder and his hand on his back, gladly taking his affection and hugging him back, eyes sparkly and cheeks full.
«I want a hug too!» your mother comes out, hair disheveled and a kitchen apron covering her cloths. She runs to you with all her speed, for a second you fear that she’ll stumble and fall over but her body is still strong and she’s still the baddest of the baddest. She pulls you to her and you feel at home, suddenly relaxed. She might be the most annoying person on the planet, but she’s the person that loves you more too.
You guess that after you comes Jungkook, cause as soon as she hears his laughter she pats his shoulder and pulls him to her with you still in her arms, your dad having to let go of him, she squeezes the both of you and kisses both of your heads.
«Aigoo, I missed my babies so much» she wails. Jungkook snorts and let’s her do her thing, his eyes meeting yours as he smiles tenderly.
«How are your parents? Your mother called me yesterday, Japan must be fun!»
«Oh, they’re having fun» he giggles.
When you go in you don’t spend time in strolling around and place your bags in your room. The forniture is still the same, the space not that big but not small either, a poster of your favorite girl group when you were younger on the door of your wardrobe. Jungkook stops in front of the door with his bag hanging down from his hip, takes a look around with a dreamy smile on his lips.
«I missed here so much» he munches on the inside of his cheek.
«How are you feeling?»
His hand reaches your shoulder, he squeezes it as he stands by your side.
«Good,» you hum «happy»
He doesn’t expect you to do anything, but when you wrap your arms around his waist and look at him from down his happiness reaches its peak and he finds himself spiraling.
«Are you?»
Fuck, yes he is. A lot, a fucking lot. He missed his hometown, missed your parents, missed the warmth of the air, missed your memories together. To be here, when your relationship took such a turn makes him look back to everything, from the moment he met you and laid his eyes on you to where you are now, when you moved in together, when you used to spend your afternoons in your bedroom just because you wanted to hang out with each other, when you used to sing your hearts out to his favorite songs, every time you would end up staying up until three in the morning watching animations, all the crazy things you did together and the softest ones too.
«Do you remember when I came in from the window cause your parents were sleeping?» he laughs already at the thought.
«You’re so dumb, woke ‘em up anyway» you shake your head.
«They even got mad. They said it looked like you were trying to rob the house»
«Your dad got mad. He probably thought we were going to sleep together»
«It doesn’t make sense, you were here every day» you chuckle.
«They never let me sleep in your room at night» he mumbles smiley.
«It would’ve happened anyway if that was the case» you squeeze his hip.
«Isn’t it?» he faces you with a cheeky grin.
«It wasn’t,» you shake your head and poke your tongue out at him «and we’re not just sleeping together»
«We aren’t,» he smiles more «you love me» he huffs with his eyes in a haze. The feeling you see in them it’s perfectly clear and it’s the same that makes you soften your stance.
«Tell me» he hums, voice velvety.
You seal your lips shut just to tease him and he thumps his foot on the floor, eyebrows furrowing and lips pushed forward in a pout.
«Please?»
«I love you»
«You- oh?» he really didn’t expect for you to give up so easily.
«I do,» you smack his ass «now get your bags here»
«Oh?» he doesn’t know if he should be teasing you for the way your hands still lingers on his ass or ask you what you’re talking about.
«Your bags,» you puff out «you left the other one in the car»
«Yes- yes, here like- here? In your room?»
«If you want to?» you smile.
«Do I- like, sleep here? With you?» he asks.
This week you didn’t sleep together, he gave you the space you needed to get used to the new situation, you cuddled in his bed more than once, stayed on the couch until late, but you didn’t spend the night in his bed and neither did he in yours.
«If you want it too» you mumble. He blinks, face empty. And then he beams, his bunny teeth showing and punching you right in the guts.
«But- your parents» he murmurs. He doesn’t know if he should bring this up to remind you that you’re not home or if it would be better to just stay silent and play coy.
«They don’t need to know» you hug him tighter, cheek pressed to his hard chest and eyes on him, looking like the cutest being that ever walked on Earth. If looks could kill, god, this would be around one of his thousandths of lives.
«I want to sleep with you, for tonight» you plead.
Jungkook pucks his lips.
«I’ll get the bag» he peals, eyebrows up and jaw cocked up, looking satisfied and so endearingly exuberant.
Samgyeopsal is life, that’s one of the few things that both you and Jungkook agree on. Especially when it’s soft and almost melts in your mouth, still hot and accompanied by kimchi and wrapped in a leaf of lettuce. It makes the man beside you moan and close his eyes, pretty much the same as your reaction as you dip another piece into the sauce.
«Are you feeding my daughter? She looks skinnier» your dad munches on his food, cheeks full and eyes on Jungkook.
«Appa, I’m eating well, don’t worry» you shake your head.
«And I’m able to feed myself on my own»
The man snorts at your attitude, your mom nodding.
«I know, but it’s nice to know that there’s someone who takes care of you»
Jungkook shifts in his seat, his smile stretching.
«I take good care of her» he nods proudly.
«We ate bibimbap yesterday»
«I cooked that» you chip in, chopstick pointing at him.
«I helped you,» he scoffs «and I make sure you have food when you come home later than me»
«He does,» you nod «don’t worry» you look at your dad. The man gulps down, his eyes move from Jungkook’s to yours and he tilts his head slightly, a second later he’s eating again.
«Are you going out for dinner? Or do you want me to cook something in particular?» your mom butts in as she grabs another piece of meat and puts it in your dish.
«Oh, we don’t know yet,» you look at Jungkook «do you want to go out?»
«Do you?» he asks back.
«Not really»
«We can help her cook then» he tilts his head towards the woman sitting in front of you. She scoffs, grabbing the meat and wrapping it in the lettuce, her hand directed to Jungkook’s face. He stays still with his eyebrows cooked and his eyes a little bigger than usual, tongue between his teeth and lips closed.
«Open up» she orders.
«Eomma!» you scold. The woman snorts through her teeth, the sound guttural and lamenting.
«I used to feed him when he was younger, can’t I do it now?» she wails.
«Yah, you’re really something. Leave him alone!» your father lightly smacks her forearm and her eyes shoot bullets to his face.
«I-» Jungkook isn’t even able to start his sentence, your mom bickers back to your father.
«I’m just feeding him!»
«Should I come in in a bit?» Jungkook whispers at your ear as you’re about to leave the living room. Your parents are happily playing cards on the carpet, no silly little squabble in sight until now, the air is light and the sky is dark. You guess that yes, it would be better, so you nod at him. He fights the urge to kiss your cheek, just smiles at you as you get up from the couch.
«I’m feeling sleepy, I think I’ll go to bed» you announce. Your mother hums at you, lifting her hand in the air in a muted request to wait as she chooses her next move with the cards. Your father looks at Jungkook.
«Do you want to play?» he asks. The man on the sofa declines quietly, a polite smile on his face.
«I’m a bit tired too, actually» he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
«I’ll pass for tonight. Tomorrow?»
Your mom puts her card down, your father’s face lights up as he throws his card on the table.
«I won!» he cheers as he laughs at your mother’s face. She snorts and let’s her head fall backwards, her mouth shut.
«I’m going to win tomorrow too, get ready Jungkook!»
«We’ll see» he titters.
«Eomma, I’m going» you remind her. The woman gets up with her face still annoyed by your dad’s victory, she stumbles on her legs as she’s been sitting on the ground for almost three hours now, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your cheek. Jungkook feels his chest swell up with happiness, the feeling bittersweet. The scene reminds him of your younger selves, your parents saying goodbye when you left for Seoul.
«Sleep well» she chimes, patting you on your back. Your father comes too, gives you a peck on the crown of your head.
«See you tomorrow» he smiles. You wait for them to part from you before you make your way out of the living room, Jungkook’s eyes following you out of the corner.
He waits for you to close the door of your bedroom, gets himself a glass of water, watches your parents start another round with their game, listens to your father’s story about that time that a taxi driver stole him 20,000 won. Then, he decides to stand up.
«I’ll go too» he says. Your father nods, gets up again to pat his shoulder.
«I’ll kick your ass tomorrow» he promises. The bunny smile on Jungkook’s lips makes him pinch his cheek as he always did when he was younger, endeared by his cuteness even though he’s a full grown up man now, then goes back to his sit.
«Sleep well» your mom wishes. He nods and waves goodbye.
The path to your bedroom is silent, it only lasts a bunch of seconds but by the time he knocks at your door he’s all smiley and excited in a way that makes his heart flutter with peace and happiness. You tell him to come in, voice muffled. The handle lowers and his eyes peek into the dark room, the light on your nightstand the only thing keeping the ambience clear at least a bit, your lashes flutter from under the sheets and all he wants to do is throw himself into your bed and dive into your arms until tomorrow comes.
«You’re sleepy for real?» he giggles. You watch him get closer and stand by the bed, he stares down at you and you reach your arms out to him. His smile is contagious, a harmonious laughter erupting from his chest as he kneels by the side of the bed, figure bent over to hide into the softness of the sheets and your arms around him.
«I have to wash,» he keens «will you wait up? Don’t wanna sleep so soon when I’m in bed with you» he mumbles against you. You let out a content sigh.
«Go shower,» you smack his ass lightly «I’ll wait up. Be fast, please?»
He pecks your lips quickly, his excitement throbbing out of every pore of his body. The gesture surprises you, your lips were far from his for the whole day even though you spent all the time together, so you feel a little love drunk.
«Thank you»
He low-spiritedly parts from you, getting back on his feet and strolling out of your bedroom to go and take a shower.
When he comes back ten minutes later his hair are a little dump, his skin glowing by the nightlight and you find your breath getting stuck in your chest. You lift the sheets, invite him in without saying a word. Jungkook lays on his side, looks at you silently as if you were the most beautiful star painting the sky tonight.
«How are you feeling?» he lowly asks. You dig your head deeper into your pillow.
«Good, I told you» you hum, getting closer to the warmth of his body. His heart sinks in his rib cage, arms hitching to hold you just as you wrap yours around his torso. Jungkook takes in the way you smell, how the perfume of your body wash is so sweet but not too strong, the way your hair seem to dance on your pillow cause the reflection of the light changes when he shifts to get closer to you.
«I feel good too» he sighs happily.
«It feels so good to be here like this» his fingertips trace the curve of your hip, tickling your skin and making you shiver just the slightest. You hide your face in his chest.
«Did you miss it a lot?» you question.
«Sometimes,» he shrugs «we have a lot of memories here»
«We do,» you nod, look at him when one of them strikes through your mind «do you remember when you tried to prank me? You scared the shit out of me»
His laughter is so loud that you’re afraid he’s going to be heard by your parents, head falling back on the pillow and eyes shut.
«That was so funny. The face you made when you realised it was me, I-»
«I swear if you ever do that again I’m going to punch you» you shake your head, but the memory is sweet inside you.
You were tired, worn out from your first days at your first job, sad cause you felt like you didn’t measure up. The dumbass decided to help you with your mood but apparently he and Jimin where too into it and didn’t think about the consequences of their actions. They came in before you thanks to your parents loving Jungkook way too much and waited for you in your bedroom with the lights off for almost thirty minutes. Jimin ended up falling asleep on the bed and Jungkook decided that it was funny enough to steal the gochujang from your kitchen and soul up Jimin’s shirt with it. When you came in Jungkook was sitting behind the door, a very Jungkook thing to do, and when you turned on the light you screamed so loud that your throat was sore the next day, scared to death of the red stain on your friend’s shirt. Jimin woke up, jumped on the bed, Jungkook reveling his presence only in that moment when his laughter was too much to contain. The moment in which you though you had a dead body on your bed transformed into arguing in a matter of seconds, and when you realised that Jimin wasn’t part of it you ended up getting mad at Jungkook, until you realised that he drew a penis on his forehead with the gochujang sauce. You have no freaking idea of how he did that, but somehow it was still there on his forehead and he didn’t know.
«Some things work only once,» he laughs harder «Jimin’s face was so fucking hilarious the whole time»
«When he realised it got even worse» you can still picture it clearly, how he opened the camera of his phone and widened his eyes just to start laughing with you, his finger coming right up on his skin to get a taste of the sauce. Your Kook shakes his head, kisses your forehead.
«You pranked me too» he murmurs.
«My pranks weren’t that dreadful»
«No, cause you preferred sticking notes to my ass» he snorts.
«I only did that once,» you raise your forefinger to his face to show him «and it was one note»
«I walked around the school with it» he whines. Citing what your sixteen years old version of you wrote; “I have a cute bum, now stop looking, thanks :D”.
«I know baby, I’m sorry. It was so funny though»
The warmth of his body makes you shrink into the mattress. Your eyes close while you dwell into it, the soft pads of his fingers stroking your back, his even breath, the sound of his voice when he speaks, the melody of your heart beating peacefully and steady. Jungkook notices the way your eyelashes flutter, the way you let yourself smile and hug him tighter.
«Baby» he hums. Silence fills the air for a moment or so, you wait for him to speak but shift in his hold, face looking up at his. He’s smiling tenderly, a little dimple on his cheek accompanies his lopsided beam.
«How are you feeling? Like- I know that you’re happy, but I mean- how? With us?»
The question makes you stare at him for a bit too much. Your thoughts intertwine and your lips crave for his to make sure that the answer is totally clear, but instead you squeeze him tighter.
«What do you mean?»
Jungkook caresses your cheek as he speaks, his voice a bit raspy: «It can be hard- to fit into this… new thing? Like, getting to what we had before to this»
«I’m doing fine,» you smile «sometimes it’s odd, not in a bad way though. It’s just, I feel overwhelmed and… it’s weird to get to have you in this way cause it wasn’t like this for all these years. But I love you»
Kook munches on his lips, big doe eyes diving in yours as he takes in your answer, the roundness of his cheeks distracts you just for a second because you want to pinch them.
«I feel overwhelmed too,» he squeezes your side «you can’t get used to that» he beams again. It’s like he restores the light to the room, so bright and beautiful that the night sky looks like nothing compared, dazzling.
«Please don’t get used to that,» his tone is pleading «it’s beautiful and I love it when you feel like that. Makes me feel so loved and I just want to wrap my arms around you and never let go»
Your heart throbs, and you think that you couldn’t even if you tried with all your might. It’s just him, his light, his night skies, his bunny teeth, his big shoulders, the way his skin feels on top of yours, how he has a hold on you that could never stop swivelling, his soul. It’s everything about him and nothing at all that makes you love him with every part of you and even though it’s new and sometimes you don’t know how to face it, it’s him and him and him only that you crave for deep at night, his arms around you and his cute lips when he speaks.
«I’m not trying to get used to that,» you hide your face into his neck, taking in the fragrance of his body wash and how sweet it is «I’m just- I’m getting used to being more, not your best friend»
Your words make him pout. He guides his fingers to you, raises your chin and his pupils stare deep into yours.
«You’re still my best friend» he mumbles.
«You will always be, but what we have now…»
«I know» there’s no need for him to explain.
«Of course I am. But there’s this too and sometimes I don’t know how to handle it»
Jungkook nods. He loves what you’re doing, how you’re communicating to him, the atmosphere of intimacy in the air. He lets go of you to prop up on his forearm, his hand supporting his face as he stares back down at your eyes, you let yourself lay on your back limp under his sight. His fingers caress the curve of your hip and Jungkook swears that not other woman in his entire lifetime as ever made him this weak, not just physically, emotionally too; so bare, so frail, so vulnerable and ready to take it all at the same time.
«Do you think that it’s going better?» he whispers, totally devoted. You shrink more into the mattress, his eyes feel like reassuring you more than looking for an answer.
«I think it is,» you nod «just slightly»
He brushes his nose against yours, kissing the tip afterwards.
«Can I do something? Like- to help you?» he stumbles on his words. It’s weird cause a part of him just wishes you could let go and take all he has to give, everything and more and just bask in it, but he knows you. He knows that you have to find your new balance before taking it, he‘s aware that what will come after will be even more hard to handle, for him especially… cause once you’ll find your space he will lose his mind with how much every part of you belongs to him, how much of yourself you’ll give without taking back. It’s always been like this, it was the same even at the beginning of your friendship.
«No, just-» you lick your lips «just sleep with me tonight? I want you close»
He can’t hold back from kissing your forehead, kiss the vulnerability in your voice away. His fist lifts the covers as he looks at you and smiles, a strand of hair comes in the way of his eyes.
«Come here» he whispers, moving his other hand to pull you closer from your hip. You take in a deep breath, dawdle in the feeling of his fingers as he wraps his arm around you like a few minutes ago, keeps you close until there’s no space left.
He watches your side profile, admires the curve of your nose and the length of your lashes, the pillowy swell of your lips until he lets himself down on the cushion and his other arm comes around you too, his face in the crook of your neck and his breath on your skin. He hides from the world and just focuses on you, makes sure you feel how much he loves you, how much of him is yours. The soft pecks he lays on your neck make your lashes flutter and you push yourself more to his chest, your shoulder digging into his pecs slightly. He raises swiftly from the mattress, pecks your cheek.
«Open your arm?»
You do as he asks, stretching your arm out and waiting for him to lay down again, when he does you cup the back of his neck with it. Jungkook hums happily, decides to lay on your chest. Your breasts are the perfect pillow and the sound of your heartbeat the most beautiful lullaby, and when he hears it beat louder his smile grows even more. You like it, having him laying on you in this way. It’s sweet, caring, it makes you feel like you’re the one who’s giving love and protection to him, shelter from the world even though you both know that there’s not an ending part that isn’t receiving and giving. Your arm wraps around his back, Jungkook snuggles into you and kisses your clavicle, his leg comes over yours to intertwine them and his fingers caress your stomach as he closes his eyes.
It’s odd, how waking up next to him makes your mood shift from happy to helplessly in love to horny as hell. This man, fuck the things he does to you. You think that it’s not even possible to feel this attracted to someone, scientifically. And this time it’s not your period, hell no, you know it for sure. It’s just Jungkook and his fucking body and the way you love him so desperately. His tattoos coming out from the short sleeve of his shirt, the colours mixing with his skin to create the most breathtaking piece of art, the contrast with the other pale arm wrapped around you. At some point tonight he slipped it under your back and you feel sorry for him when he’s going to wake up because it will most probably be sore after having you on top of it for all this time. He’s still sleeping on your chest, snoring lightly from time to time with his lips coming out and the roundness of his cheeks overwhelming, squashed against you, his hair all over the place.
It’s just, you don’t know what it is, but opening your eyes to him first thing in the morning makes your fingers tingle to touch every inch of him. His broad shoulders make you salivate just at the sight. You shift slowly, trying your best to get out from under him without waking him up but his face is peacefully laying on your chest and of course, he would open his eyes at the movement. Jungkook groans and opens and closes his lips a few times, gulping down the saliva he stored in his mouth while sleeping, vision blurry as he moves and tries to take a look at you. Your eyes are already on him, the light in the room is still dim but he’s not used to it and it’s too bright for his sleepy body. All he can do is narrow his eyes, or close them almost, your face hazy but still so pretty.
«What time is it?» he mumbles. His voice is low and raspy and somehow it makes you yearn even more.
You take a look at your phone by the nightstand.
«Seven and ten»
He whines and hides his face back on your chest, nose digging in the hill of your breast. You shift under him, his arms wrap tighter around you and suddenly your legs are opening and you’re pushing your hips against his thigh. Jungkook’s eyes open, puffy and still sleepy but definitely interested in your current mood.
«What was that?» he grins, first thing in the morning. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, your cheeks burn but all you really want to say is just, fuck it. Instead, you just look away. He scoffs and decides to level himself on his forearm by your side, squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and his fingers to gain your attention.
«Love» he calls. Your heart makes a somersault, your breath stops coming out.
You whine under him for the hold he has on you with just a single word, his smile grows bigger.
«What was that?» he asks again, voice soft and airy, a little amused.
«Nothing» you mumble. Jungkook shakes his head, he lays his face back on your body, this time in the crook of your neck. A sweet kiss, his breath on your skin, his eyelashes fluttering against you, his fingers squeezing your hip.
«Good morning» he mumbles happy.
«Fuck it,» you huff out «Kook, I’m-» it’s so embarrassing to say out loud «I’m feeling horny»
Jungkook breaks out in a giggle, so soft and cute that you want to hide from the world and listen to it forever, the contrast too deep with what you just revealed. He kisses your neck again but his lips are stretched and they don’t quite connect too well with your skin.
«Horny?» he echoes.
«Don’t make me say it again,» you whine «it’s so embarrassing»
«It’s not,» he sweetly caresses your hair «why?»
«It’s just… don’t know, I’m not used to tell you this type of stuff» he watches as you stare at the wall and try as best as you can not to look at him. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his thigh slowly moves back to where it was and when you feel the muscle slightly push against you you wish you could just combust.
«Get used to it,» he mutters with a big beam stretching on his face «cause I love hearing it»
«It’s embarrassing» you mewl and cover your eyes with your hand. Jungkook shakes his head, lowers his lips to the side of your ear.
«It’s sexy,» he breathes «did I do that? Did I turn you on?»
Just the thought makes his cock hard in his boxers.
«You-» you gulp «yes»
«Did I? What did I do?» he licks his lips, your hand moves away and your scoop the confidence to look at him just to find him gazing at you already.
«Nothing, just… you» you whisper cause you’re not sure that your voice is going to work right now. You see his shoulder swell as he breathes in deep, telling himself to just don’t lose his mind, the way you make him feel is just… fuck, there’s no word to describe it.
«Just me?» he smiles, amused. Your little nod makes him clench his jaw. A second later, his lips kiss yours and it’s so fucking sweet and consuming and intimate, sexy at the same time that your body loses its hold on the world and your arms wrap around his neck. You whine on his mouth, his tongue slides inside and all you can do is surrender and let go, give up and let him consume every still working neuron in your brain.
«Do you… want to do something about it?» he hums. You can’t discern if he’s teasing you or if it’s your mind playing tricks on your embarrassment.
«Don’t tease me» you huff. He kisses your chin.
«I’m not. Not in a bad way at least,» he smiles «I’m just- the thought makes me hard» he breathes. You gulp down harshly at the information.
«Can I take care of you? Just- if you don’t want to-»
«Please, do it» your sigh cuts him off. Jungkook raises his eyebrows, stares at you to make sure that you really mean it. The last time you had sex was a week ago, at Taehyung’s house. You needed space to get used to this, even though you didn’t actually say it he understood it perfectly, and he just wants to make sure that you really mean what you’re saying.
«Are you sure?» he hums. You nod surely, squeeze his hip to make sure he understands.
«Really sure?»
«Sure, Jungkook» you dig your head into the pillow.
«Why?»
«It’s just- I want to make sure that you’re comfortable and don’t feel pressured or… I don’t know. I love you, just. Don’t wanna do something that might-»
«Love, yes. Kook, I want you to take care of me. Please? When I woke up, I don’t know… you where wrapped around me and all I could- all I craved for was your touch. I want this, please?»
His eyes light up. Not because you just told him that you want him, but because you’re showing your vulnerability just for him, your needs, your yearning, your voice is needy and it’s for him to care for and to take care of, for him to respect and adore, worship. And he can’t wait to make you feel good, give you what you want and see you in your bare state. So he kisses you, another time. Deep and sweet, something that says I will take care of you no matter what.
And he does just that, his fingers caress every inch of your skin as they travel down your stomach, he admires the softness and the warmth of you, takes in the way you shiver for him when he reaches your hips, lays little kisses and pecks on every inch of you he manages to grasp, his hair tickle your skin and they make you shrink and shift under him, too excited to stay still.
The covers get pulled down, he takes them with him as he takes his seat between your legs, bum on his calves and eyes back on your face. The smile he forges stops all your thoughts and suddenly you sit up and cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him so deep that he moans in your mouth, needy and surprised at the same time.
«I know that I’m- I’m slow and it takes time. I’m sorry. I just- I love you so fucking much, I wanna do things right. In the right way. Wanna love you with every part of me and every second of the day, I just need to get used to the new version of us, but fuck, I love it» you rant against him. Jungkook feels drunk, he’s afraid he’s going to fall and fall and fall and never hit the ground cause for god’s sake, the way you love him kills him in such a sweet way that he never wants to experience the way it would feel without it, ever again. It’s addicting, the worst of drugs, the deepest of falls, the most saccharine of candies.
«Don’t say sorry,» he whispers and pecks your lips «I love you. I love you and I want you to feel comfortable in everything you do. I love having you like this, but it’s something that means more. It’s not just feeling horny,» he strokes your cheek lovingly. He hopes that all of his emotions are clear to your eyes as he cups your cheeks and brings you closer to his face again.
«It’s showing it to me. Opening up and knowing that I won’t judge and just stay with you. For whatever, baby. It’s us, like it’s always been. You can show me all of yourself and fuck, I’ll be worshipping every ridge, every fucking shade. Just, let me love you right»
You never felt so fucking entangled with someone. Never. But with Jungkook, your souls are entangled, your limbs, your minds, your fucking hearts, your scents, the way you breathe. Everything melts into the other, every part of his was made to be yours and it was the same for you, cause otherwise it wouldn’t make sense. The way you feel the safest you’ve ever been wouldn’t, the way his fingers tremble slightly before they reach the hem of your shirt to push it upwards, the sound of your maddening heart wouldn’t. It doesn’t beat like it would with your first crush, with the last guy you dated, when you take care of yourself on your own. It beats in a way that you feel it deep in your intestine, in your guts, in every place. It beats sweetly, like a melody, it beats like you’re losing yourself but know that even if you don’t have control over you, his soul is going to keep you protected, loved and cared for.
«Lay down for me?» he whispers. You smile and watch him as you rest on the mattress, he lowers himself and lays down on his chest, his feet hanging out of the bed.
Jungkook hums in front of your core, the shirt you’re wearing is pretty big and long so you didn’t wear the rest of your home made pyjama yesterday night. He hooks his fingers around the band of your panties and you raise your hips up to make it easier for him to remove the garment. He lets it caress your skin, takes it off slowly, without any pressure. His eyes take in every inch of your skin, his digits caress your thighs and your knees in a way that causes your chest to feel heavier as he lets your panties fall on the bed just beside you. When he goes back to your center, his mouth salivates.
«So pretty,» he coos «I love your pussy» and a second later, he’s pushing his lips against your hole, his nose pushing on your clit. You moan out loud before you can do anything about it, his eyes close and you raise your fist to keep your mouth shut. Your parents shouldn’t hear this, at all. You’d die of embarrassment only at the thought.
He gathers your wetness on his tongue, sucks it in his mouth as his hands come to wrap around your thighs, moans on your pussy lowly at the addicting taste.
«So sweet» he mumbles on it.
«Is- the door locked?» you question, you have to at least before you lose your sanity. Jungkook nods on your pussy, the movement makes his nose rub against you and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs around him, it makes him moan and slurp on your wetness even more.
«Locked it when I came in yesterday» he says, kissing your lips.
«Relax for me,» he whispers softly «let me take care of you»
Your hand urgently reaches his on your thigh, Jungkook smiles at you and holds it, your juices glossing his lips.
«Tell me what you want?»
You gulp down, it’s hard to even think straight when he looks at you from between your legs.
«Want your tongue,» you nod «please»
«Where do you want it?» the way he speaks as if he’s willing to give you anything renders you breathless.
«Inside» you breathe. He doesn’t let you ask for it twice.
He sucks on your lips just in the right way, and a second later he’s dipping his tongue in your pussy, eyes on you as the muscle works his magic inside you. He curls it and gatherers your juices again, saves the sweetness for his hungry mouth, gulps some of it down and then enters your hole again. Your hand squeeze his, his finger rub tenderly the back of it to soothe you as he starts fucking his tongue in and out. The muscle wet, controlled, firm but soft. As he moves his face to help himself his nose rubs against your clit again and god, it’s so good. So sweet, so alluring that you can’t hold back from wrapping your legs around his neck.
Jungkook loves it, loves you, loves your pussy so fucking much that he thinks he could come free hands just by licking it, tasting your juices on his tongue, having you like this. His cock is so fucking hard that it hurts, his balls are already tight and they make him grunt on you as he fucks you slowly, the pace always the same, the one that he knows you like. He’s too hungry for you, to feel you, to have you, to cherish and worship every part of you, every single one; every irregular breath, every shiver of pleasure. He wants it to be his, every part of you. He wants you to remember this and wants you to soak your panties with your wetness when the image of him sucking on your core flashes in your mind at work, when you’re laying in bed. He wants it all, wants you to fucking lose it and give yourself to him, wants you to trust him that much.
«Fuck, baby-» he whimpers as he squeezes your thigh «wanna make you lose it. Want you to come so fucking hard»
You shiver under him, the pleasure building up with the pressure on your clit makes you arch your back and dig your head in the pillow, your nerves are on fire. His tongue touches your walls perfectly, strokes them as it goes in and comes back out, the tip reaches deep inside you right where you need him and it’s ecstatic. You whimper and cover your eyes cause looking at him only makes you weaker, bite your lips to hold back any sound. And then for a second, Jungkook stops his ministrations. You don’t even have the strength to peek at him, your body limp on the bed beside from your legs still wrapped around him.
His tongue leaves your center, his nose away from you, you whine at the loss of contact but stop when you hear him grunt, his back lifting with your legs. Your hand moves away, and when you look down and see him getting back on the mattress you get a glimpse of the head of his cock, head red and hungry, so fucking hard. He breathes in deeply and dives in back in your pussy, pressing himself on the mattress. A whimper leaves his mouth and fuck, you can’t hold it back. The thought of him rubbing himself against the mattress while he fucks his tongue inside you makes you crazy, the fact that he feels so needy that he couldn’t wait more, the way you make him so hard that drives him insane.
«Gonna cum» you try to whisper, but you’re voice comes out in a whimper and Jungkook roots his hips harder against the sheets.
«Cum for me? Want you to smother me with your juices,» he moans so sweet that your mind links his voice to the taste of cotton candy, so velvety and light «want your wetness all over my face, fuck- I love it, love your pussy so much. I’d do anything for it, for you baby»
His remarks bring you closer to the edge, the rush in your veins seems closer and closer to its peak, ready to fall down and hit you in the best and worst way possible. Your hand reaches his hair, you fist the strands and Jungkook pushes himself deeper into you, his jaw hurts for how much of his chin is glued to you but he found care less, his breath keeps hitting your clit every time he parts just to dive in again.
«Please» you plead. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you and all his eagerness quiets down for a second. The way you look makes his heart clench, the way you bite your lips and close your eyes, the colour of your cheeks flushed, how you squeeze your legs around him. Love is in every move he makes, it was until now too, fuck if it was, but stopping himself for a second or so, he feels like his heart is going to explode. Not only in a thrilling way, but for how much he loves you. For you and you only, for the soul under him and showing itself in its bare state, for you giving yourself to him completely. He kisses your core, decides that he wants to make it even better, give you more, make you feel more and better. His lips lock around your clit, it’s unexpected and all at once and suddenly you feel like you’re going to cry for the pleasure. His fingers push inside you, two of them hit your g-spot perfectly and he doesn’t take them out, just curls them inside you repeatedly, so good and breataking, his tongue flicks your clit up and down as he keeps sucking on it. He realises the pearl with a pop and opens his lips to lick stripe on it, just on the spot that makes you lose it, but his teeth graze it and suddenly you’re whimpering and shaking and fuck, you’re cuming under him, around him. His mind is full of you, you’re everywhere all at once and all he wants to do is fucking show you how much he loves you. Your legs wrap around him tighter and he strokes your hip to soothe you while you keep him tight to your pussy, body trembling.
He gulps down your wetness, cleans every drop and tastes your sweetness on his tongue, licks it clean until there’s nothing more for him, and even then his tongue comes inside you to get some more. He loves it, he’s fucking addicted to your sweetness, to your juices. Just the flavour makes his dick twitch and throb, balls too tight to hold back any longer. He knows he could cum just by having you like this, he just knows it.
«Koo» you call. He realises a deep breath on you, your thighs still shake around him for how sensitive you are.
«Let me help you» you coo. He licks his lips clean.
«I wanna-» he cuts himself off as he takes a deep breath, voice shaky «I wanna try something»
Your hand strokes his hair as you watch him speak, eyes glued to his face even though your mind is still hazy. He looks totally fucked out, almost as if the one who’s been on the receiving end until now, like you’re doing something to him that can’t be explained, take all of his energy and rush it to his cock, begging to be released.
«What? What do you want?» you whisper. His cheeks colour of a reddish tint, eyes glittery looking away from your face, almost as if it’s too much to say out loud.
«Talk to me?»
Jungkook gives in as soon as your foot digs into his shoulder: «Wanna cum while tasting you on my tongue, I- just by tasting you»
Shit. If that’s what your brain is assuming, oh god.
«You mean…»
«Hands free» he breathes, eyes back into yours. The words dig a hole into your skin and you swear that if your energy wasn’t so drained right now you’d make him do just that and ride his dick afterwards, give him more while he’s sensitive and whimpering until all he can do is cum and break out into his sweet mewls and sighs.
«I can do that, I’m so close, baby. Just-»
«Do it,» you nod «do it for me?»
He hopes that your parents are still sleeping or just busy cause he doesn’t think he can manage to keep his mouth shut. The way you look at him and take in every feature on his face makes him salivate. It’s sexy and it’s such a turn on to think that you make him this crazy that your wetness starts to pool your pussy again and you just want him with his tongue covered in your juices again. Fuck, he wants it too.
«Can I? For real?»
You nod at him, free him of your legs just to sit up and raise his chin with your fingers. Jungkook stays there, with his chest on the mattress, ass naked and cock against the sheets, but the yearning he feels for your kiss in undeniable.
«Why would I say no?» you smile.
«It’s sexy,» your lips brush against him as you speak «of course you can»
«It’s a bit embarrassing, actually» he scoffs.
«It isn’t,» you echo the words he said before to you «makes me crazy. The thought of me turning you on that much that you can- cum like that, fuck. It’s making me wet again»
«Yeah?» he hums on your lips, looking for recognition.
«Yes,» you peck him sweetly «yes, love. Don’t feel embarrassed. I would love it»
Damn, he loves you. He loves you. He just- he can’t even form a proper sentence, he just loves you.
«Do it» you smile and all he can do is hiss through his teeth. He watches as you lay down again, your pussy pink and your wetness dripping to your asshole. Fuck, he can do that, he definitely can. His cock is hurting just at the sight.
«Raise your hips a bit?» you ask. He nods as he shifts on the bed, weighting down on his knees and getting back down on you with his cock standing against his abdomen. Like this, there’s nothing that’s willing to provide him of some pressure, nothing to help himself with, and somehow it makes his cock throb even more cause he knows that you want him to cum just from you. You’re desperate for him as much as he is for you.
He breathes in loudly, closes his eyes as he tastes you again, tongue licking from your asshole to your cunt and sucking on the path where your juices dripped on. The taste is saccharine, the texture creamy, honey like. His cock throbs, twitches as he slurps them and wets his chin, your hands coming back on his hair only make him dip his tongue deep inside you. You’re too sensitive to let the pleasure take over you, but still you don’t move an inch. Jungkook moans and drinks down your juices, totally pussy drunk and in love with you. He feels his cock burn from how much blood is rushing to it, his skin sweating, his balls tightening so much that it makes him lose his mind and stand on the edge, helpless and needy to let go but too restricted by not really knowing how to. Until you push your hips to his face. You push your sweet fucking little pussy on his face and his cock just jerks, his balls suddenly loosen and he thanks the gods in his mind that his mouth his glued against you cause if it wasn’t for it, the noises he makes would probably wake up your neighbours and definitely your parents. His cum bursts out in more spurts, so harshly and so fucking much that he feels himself drained and all he can do is hide deeper into your core until it’s hard for him to breathe too, with his nose pushing against you and his high overpowering every part of him. The sheets get wet, his chest too, your asshole gets painted by a few drops and his heart flutters as he enters a world made of bliss and release, feeling your fingers on his cheeks and then on his neck, caressing it sweetly and reassuring him as he whimpers.
He stays like that for a bunch of seconds, feels his cock throb and lingers in the afterglow of his orgasm, until all he craves for is your arms wrapped around him and your whispers in his ears. He digs his hands on the mattress, lifts himself up with a groan and parts his face from your core, laying down on top of you as best as he can for the way he’s feeling now. You welcome him lovingly, your arms wrap around his bust and you stroke his hair as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and gathers back his even breath, his heart pounds against your chest and it’s so overwhelming to have him in this state that you just shower him with all you can give. All the love you have, all the affirmations he needs to hear, all the thoughts that pass through your mind. You tell him how much you love him, how much you love when he lets go of himself like this, how you love to see him in this way, how he makes your heart flutter, what you’d be down to give just to make him smile. Jungkook whimpers when you stroke his back and kiss behind his ear, totally limp on your body.
«I- I don’t wanna be- don’t wanna live without you» it’s a spur of the moment, but he feels his words rooted deep inside him, written clearly and with bold capital letters. Your heart gets squeezed in the same way that you squeeze him in your arms.
«Don’t wanna» he mumbles childishly.
«Why are you saying that?» you coo sweetly.
«Just. Just to say it, I feel it» his words are muffled. He hides furthermore into you, arms wrapping around you and passing between your back and the mattress.
«Sometimes I think about it. Just the thought- don’t want it to ever happen» he wails.
«I’m here with you, baby» you kiss his neck, take in the warmth of his skin on your lips.
«I’ve got you. Always»
Going back home means getting back to waking up early and to rush not to be late, to spin around all day when you wish you were still laying in bed doing nothing. This Monday was extremely frustrating especially, after getting a taste of relaxing all day yesterday, coming back to work was hell. You spent your day strolling around a park with Jungkook and your parents, had lunch out in a restaurant, went shopping a little even. You came back to Seoul after dinner and when you arrived it was already late, you fell asleep like a baby and slept all night in your bed. Jungkook cuddled you until you fell asleep and then went back to his bed, not really sure about what you wanted cause you were too tired to even talk about it. When you woke up you felt a little disappointed to not feel him wrapped around you but you didn’t have the time to tell him cause you were already late for work since you didn’t wake up on time. You’re tired and sleepy and all you want to do is go back to your apartment, eat dinner and sleep.
«It’s tomorrow» Yoongi smiles. He and Taehyung came to visit you unexpectedly, but you don’t mind it at all. It’s almost time to go home anyway and your work hasn’t been too much today.
«Of course I’ll come!» you clap your hands excitedly. Hyunjoo and him decided to celebrate their pregnancy officially at Jin’s restaurant, you would never think about turning down their invitation.
«Jin will cook» Taehyung nods as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.
«He said he’ll make something really good»
«Yah, can’t you talk about something else? That’s not what’s important now» you scold him. Your friend raises his chin and lowers his bottom lip, a habit of him that you always found endearing and cute. You squeeze his cheek.
«Of course what’s important is the baby,» he nods «but I’m looking forward to dinner too»
Yoongi shakes his head as he scoffs: «The restaurant will be all for us, he’ll close it for tomorrow night»
«Ah, that makes me hungrier» Taehyung rubs his belly and you push him slightly as you laugh at him. His grip on you grows as he tries not to lose his balance, chuckling loudly.
«Will you be-»
Someone knocks on your door and you cut off your words. Yoongi goes to open it, peeks out from the wood, you expect him to bow politely at whoever it is but a second later he’s opening his arms wide and Jungkook appears in all his beautiful aura. You raise your eyebrows, you were not expecting him here at all, this morning you took your car, he didn’t need to come here to give you a ride.
«Jungkookah!» Taehyung calls out. He leaves your side to hug his younger friend, Jungkook’s eyes meet yours as he lays his head on his shoulder, definitely not understanding what’s happening in your studio.
«Why are you here?» he asks. Yoongi hits his back lightly.
«Can’t we visit her? Why are you here?» he chuckles. Jungkook shakes his head as he parts from Taehyung.
«I came to visit too» he mumbles. He finished work earlier than usual today and he wasn’t in the mood to go back home and wait for you there, so he thought that he could’ve just stopped by and wait for you to finish, steal a kiss or two and stay silent while you worked. Apparently, that’s not going to happen.
«You’re something else,» Yoongi laughs «you were complaining all day about work but now that you’ve finished you’re here»
Jungkook’s cheeks color of a red shade as he looks at you. He talked to Yoongi a lot today, more then usual through texts at least, and here he is revealing them all. Not that he minds, after all there’s nothing wrong in it.
«Didn’t wanna go home yet,» he chuckles «thought I could stay here while you were working but apparently there’s a party I didn’t know about»
You scoff at his words, Taehyung gets back to your side and rubs your hair in the same way you would with a pet or a child, his ministrations make you whine as you try to stop him and laugh at the same time.
«Yah, why don’t you make me do that?» he scolds.
«I asked you sometime ago but you told me I couldn’t. Jungkook can?»
You step on his foot to make him stop messing up your hair, he opens his mouth wide at the sudden burst of anger but laughs even harder.
«He didn’t ask me» you explain. Jungkook shakes his head at the side, slightly giggling.
«Cause you make me do it sometimes» he chirps in. Taehyung closes his fists and finally stops teasing you, eyebrows furrowed and lips contracted in a scowl.
«You’re the worst! How can you do this to me?» he slightly raises his voice.
«Yah, she’s working! Stop that!» Yoongi tries to look as stern as he can but his voice breaks out in a giggle too.
«Next time I ask you you should tell me to come» your friend pats your shoulder.
«Since we’re here, why don’t we eat together?» he goes. Your eyes widen at the request and Taehyung pouts at your reaction.
«Hyunjoo is waiting for me» Yoongi declines, eyes on Jungkook.
«Sorry hyung, but not tonight» he mumbles with a grimace. Taehyung squeezes you to his side.
«Please?» he begs with his voice all soft and pouty. You roll your eyes, he knows well how to get to you with all the years of friendship behind you. Still, you know his ways too.
«Not tonight, Tae. I’m tired. We’ll be together tomorrow»
«But tomorrow we’re all together!» he whines.
«Something chill and calm, when we’re together it’s always chaotic»
«That’s because you’re one of those who makes it chaotic» Jungkook laughs.
«Please?» he goes on, giving a sneaky glance to his younger friend. You look at Jungkook, Taehyung squeezes you so tight that you almost feel suffocated.
«These two are the worst. Let’s do it us two. Let’s go eat sushi, it’s on me»
Taehyung is like this. Physical and endearing, your relationship has always been on the soft side, more clingy to what it’s like with the others. You’re used to it and it’s like this for you too but one of the peaks about it is that you can never say no to him, not when he pouts and asks so nicely, because you find him just so cute and adorable and you love him a lot. It’s been a while since you spent time together too, so you know that he misses you a bit, he told you about it when he texted you at lunch. You weren’t expecting to see him with Yoongi at all when he opened the door before, weren’t expecting Yoongi either.
«I hate you» you mumble. He jumps on his feet, already knowing what your answer means, Jungkook sighs deeply and lets his head fall backwards. He wishes he could tell you that he wanted to take you home and cuddle you until you felt asleep tonight too, but he knows he can’t in front of them. So all there’s left to do is let go and shut his eyes close.
«I’ll come too» he groans.
«Yah, look at him. You’re really something else» Taehyung grins.
«Let’s go»
You ate sushi. Taehyung really missed spending time with you, when you’re together by yourselves it’s different then when people are around, more calm. He missed talking to you a lot, especially since in the last months you’ve been seeing each other twice or thrice a week but every time there’s always everyone else too, so getting to spend tonight just eating peacefully and talking to his friends feels relaxing. Beside for the fact that Jungkook had a scowl on his face for the last twenty minutes.
«What’s wrong with you?» he asks as he sips from his beer. Jungkook frowns.
«What?» he echoes.
«You’re annoyed by something» his friend points at him. You look at the man in front of you, his eyes shift to yours immediately.
«I’m not annoyed by anything»
«It doesn’t seem like it» you mumble.
Jungkook shrugs.
«I’m just tired, can’t we go home?»
«Now?» Taehyung raises his eyebrows at his friend, Jungkook munches on his lips and relaxes his shoulders.
«I’m tired» he mumbles. In fact, he doesn’t look full of energy, but not as tired as he says you guess.
«You’re getting old» Tae points at his face.
«Too bad for you, you’re older than me» he grins. A second later your friend scoffs at his attitude and throws his arm around you.
«What do you like about him? Why are you two best friends?» he teases. Jungkook crosses his arms on the table, he stares deep into his soul with a smirk as he waits for your answer.
«You’re friends with him too, you know» you snort.
«And sometimes I ask myself the same question»
«Oh, please» Kook shakes his head. He knows that you’re both teasing him but he hoped you would cut the chase. He wishes he could just tell Taehyung the rest of the story.
«You’re annoying,» your friend raises his forefinger «touchy,» he lifts his middle finger «too noisy,»
«You are too»
«I didn’t finish;» he narrows his eyes at him.
«I’m not touchy,» Jungkook looks at you with his pupils pleading «I’m not, am I?»
You raise your eyebrows: «A little?»
He blinks outraged, face blank and eyes wide.
«Why are you taking his side? You should be with me!» he whines.
«I love Taehyung too much» you shrug and giggle while he scoffs at the scene. Really outraged. Tae messes up your hair for the nth time today while trying to softly caress them as he would do with a puppy, making you slap his hand away. Your eyes meet Jungkook’s just to see him breathe in deeply through his nostrils, eyes staring at you as you laugh.
«What?-» Taehyung cuts your upcoming question off.
«And you talk to yourself a lot» he adds another finger.
Jungkook sneers at the last one, he kicks him with his foot from under the table. The man wails and bends over, hands hiding under the wood to cover the injured part.
«And did I say touchy?» he keens, receiving a death stare from the other one.
«Why? It’s true!»
«Yah, stop» you shake your head at the two, patting Taehyung’s shoulder.
«Did he really hurt you?» you try not to laugh but the whole situation just makes you want to giggle out loud. Still, you keep it silent.
«He works out too much» Taehyung blubbers, bringing his head on the table to cry silently.
«Come on, it wasn’t even a kick. You’re getting old» Jungkook huffs, but a second later his face goes from annoyed to actually worried, eyes clear and lips pouty.
«Hyung, did I hurt you for real?» he cock his eyebrows and you can see the way he munches on the inside of his cheek nervously. Taehyung sighs deeply, raising his middle finger in the air.
«Not really» he laughs. The younger lets go of a restrained breath, his shoulders fall as relief washes over him.
«You’re the worst» he mewls. Silence fills the air until Taehyung breaks out in a chuckle, you two following. Jungkook’s cheekbones are high and he wrinkles his nose as he laughs.
«Can we go for real?» he mumbles.
«Yah!»
There’s something bothering Jungkook that both you and him can’t quite grasp. It’s feeble and velvety but his mood is slightly off and the fact that he doesn’t know what’s making it like this is even worse. What he notices though, is that it started when he came into your office yesterday and it’s been going on until now. It’s making him huff at his desk as he tries to concentrate on the contract in front of him. He read the paper again and again until he decided that it would be better if he took a break cause his brain isn’t really listening now. He takes out his phone out, scrolls through his contacts to call Yoongi and ask him about the time you’re going to meet tonight, but a second later his phone rings and your name comes up on the screen. He clicks on the green button without even thinking about it.
«Koo» you call. He smiles at your tone, fixing his position on the chair.
«Yes?» he mumbles.
«You don’t need to come pick me up tonight»
He narrows his eyes and pouts his lips, not really understanding. This morning he gave you a ride and took you to work, you woke up late and apparently he woke up too soon and wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore, so with the excuse of that and the thought of not seeing you for the whole day he gladly and not so easily convinced you to get into his car. He doesn’t get why now you’re telling-
«Taehyung told me he’ll pick me up,» you explain «is it okay for you?»
He wrinkles his nose, eyes staring at the wall in front of him. He knows that you’re asking because last time this happened he said that he wanted to spend some time with you together before meeting the others.
«Of course» he nods.
«What time are we meeting?»
«Aish, you never check the group chat,» you scold «Yoongi sent a message this morning, it’s at seven»
«Too many messages,» he shakes his head
«guess I’ll see you then?»
«Of course» you smile. He’s about to close the call when he hears you call him again.
«Koo?»
He hums in response.
«Is something wrong?» you question, voice sweet. He shrugs, fills his cheeks with air just to pass it from one to the other for a few times, letting it out through his lips with a sigh.
«I don’t know,» he murmurs «I’m feeling a bit annoyed but I don’t know what it is»
You nod on the phone, putting him on speaker to lay your head on the desk.
«Does it have to do with the ride?»
«No, it’s not that» he shakes his head no.
«I really don’t know»
«Talk to me if there’s anything wrong,» you mumble «I’ll listen»
«I know» he beams. Hearing you say that makes him feel a bit lighter.
«I love you» your voice comes out low from the microphone and it makes him lick his lips as he smiles, reassured.
«I love you too»
Jungkook is already there when you enter the restaurant, standing by Namjoon that laughs at what Jin just said he shakes his head and throws his head back. He smiles at Joon and pats his back as he responds to Jin, Hana coming by his side to kiss his cheek just for the sake of it. He lays his hand on her hip, smiles back at her before going back to their conversation. Jungkook’s eyes instantly lay on his hand that stays still around her, his mind filling up with your face and how he wishes he could just do the same naturally, without thinking too much about it. Just a second later, he hears your voice from behind him and he spins on his heels almost hitting Namjoon in his ministrations. Fucking hell, you’re breathtaking.
Yoongi did say to dress good but not totally elegant, but this, shit this is art for the eyes. You look stunning, totally gorgeous and he thinks he’s probably drooling by now.
You hug Yoongi and Hyunjoo, he hears you tell her how beautiful she looks, you caress her bumpy belly sweetly, but fuck he doesn’t think you realise how good you look. And to think that this morning you were running all over the place saying that you were going to change your clothes at work and that you didn’t know what you got from your wardrobe cause you were running late.
«Jungkookah,» Namjoon pushes him with his elbow slightly «you’re giving your game away. Shut your mouth at least»
He gulps, fixes his posture. Fuck, he wishes he could tell him that you already know, there’s no point in denying it.
«She’s so…»
«I know,» Joon pats his shoulder «but she’s still your best friend so you should go greet her, maybe?»
His words don’t seem venomous at the beginning, he just nods to himself and strolls towards you. Taehyung is by your side and greeting the others with a big boxy smile on his face, he does the same with the maknae and decides to walk over to Namjoon a second later. Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulder as he would do usually, squeezes you to his side until you have to pinch his nipple to let you out of his grasp. The scowl that follows on his face doesn’t go unnoticed even by Jin and Namjoon that are standing a few meters away.
«You hurt me» he keens.
«Oh, come on, I didn’t» you scoff. The light makes your skin glow, it takes his breath away. It doesn’t matter for how many years this has been going on, his heart sings always the same melody and the tempo goes by quicker when you look at him and smile.
«When did you arrive?»
«Oh, five minutes ago» he shrugs. You nod, look at the others.
«Eunji?»
«She’s on her way with Jimin»
Taehyung comes back to you, hooks is arm around yours and beckons you to do the same with Jungkook’s before walking towards the table to make you sit between them, he almost looks like he came out of a vintage movie with his beige wide leg pants and the satisfied smile on his lips.
The others arrive in a bunch of minutes, Eunji and Jimin with some bags hanging by his arm, Hoseok just a few moments later dressed in colourful clothes and a beanie that probably costs more than what you and Jungkook pay for your monthly rent.
With the table full, Jin announces the beginning of the dinner and the usual chaotic atmosphere begins, everyone talking and remembering things that make you laugh and nod every ten seconds. Jungkook notices the way you look at him from time to time, just like you always do when there are people around you. He sees how when you talk about something your eyes meet his first, how you punch his shoulder lightly when he moans too loud cause his beer is just too good.
«You did that on purpose!» Yoongi laughs.
«I didn’t! She came out of nowhere!» Hoseok points at Hana that keeps laughing uncontrollably.
«I told you I was coming with the cake!» she can’t even speak from how much she’s laughing.
«She did» you nod as you giggle.
«Did you have to come in that moment?» Hoseok takes a sip from his drink.
«Yes, it was the moment of the cake, you were the one in the way!»
«Aish, unbelievable» Jin shakes his head.
«You’re trying to blame us when you were the one with his mind elsewhere»
«I didn’t do it on purp-»
«Oh, you did» Yoongi’s shoulders lift repeatedly as his chest shakes.
«I’m betting everything you have that you did it on purpose cause we had a fight ten minutes before»
Jungkook bursts out laughing: «Yah, why would you bet everything he has?»
You cackle beside him, your head falling backwards.
«Cause he has more than me! Have you see his beanie?» the older points at Hoseok’s head.
«It’s a gift, dummy» he clicks his tongue on his palate «and I’m telling you I didn’t!»
The memory is one of those that make you titter when you think about it. It was Yoongi’s birthday and Jin gladly made his cake with so much affection, you remember that he spent the whole day working on it, it was so pretty and you could already feel it melt in your mouth. You were excited to try it cause you knew that he made it based on Yoongi’s likes that in terms of cakes are pretty similar to yours, however, you never got the chance to taste it. Hana was helping him in the kitchen and you swear you heard her say that she was going to come out with the cake but-
«Aish, you literally hit it just at the right spot to make me dig my face in it!»
That’s what happened. Hoseok turned around just as Hana was coming out of the door and he hit it with his elbow as he was turning, Yoongi was right behind him and Hana just a few centimetres away trying to pass through. The cake went upwards and Yoongi couldn’t even blink twice that he had it all over his face, face deep into the cream.
«Yah, hajima-» Jimin is on the verge of tears «I can’t see when I laugh»
«You’re so dumb» Eunji hits his shoulder.
«What, what? I really can’t see!»
The waiters bring the food to the table, Jin slaps the ass of one of them as he puts the dishes in front of him and it makes Jimin laugh harder as the poor guy scoffs at him. He talked a lot about one of the waiters especially, said that he had a lot of potential and was a really good person, so you guess it’s him.
A dish full of kkaennip jangajji gets placed in front of you, rice as banchan on the side, chopsticks shining.
«I was craving this yesterday!» Hyunjoo wheezes at the sight, eyes wide as she dives down on her plate and smells it with all her might. Hana and you giggle at your friend, Eunji smiling happily at her. It’s so good to see her happy with such a little thing, sometimes she texts the girl group chat deep at night craving for things that make you wince; just four days ago she was craving for a combination that- ew, pancakes and ketchup.
Jin pats Yoongi’s shoulder.
«Yoongi made me cook it appositely»
You don’t expect her to lift her head with that look on her face, but she does. Her eyes water and the corners of her lips lower at the look of the future father of her child.
«I love you» she sniffs, making Yoongi burst out in a laugh.
«I know, I love you too sweetie» he rubs her back lovingly «now eat, will you?»
Hoseok’s eyes are big just at the scene in front of him, totally taken aback by the sweetness between the two. Jungkook feels his inside burn as he stares down at his plate, fingers tingling just to touch you in any way possible, even a brush of his fingers on your shoulder would be enough. He wishes he could just show you the same as Yoongi does with Hyunjoo. You only smile at the two, not really noticing the way his eyes peek at you.
«Okay, I’m hungry» Jimin is the first to dig down into his meal, chopsticks grabbing the perilla leaf from his plate to wrap it around the rice.
The table fills with giggles and snorts once more, the atmosphere is light and cozy. Your friends make it easy for you to love them, every single one. Of course they have their moments - like that time that you fought with Taehyung cause he called you four times in an hour while you were at work, or the other when Hoseok and you fought over a pen -, you have them too, but they’re like a second family, you wouldn’t want it in any other way. Your eyes meet Jungkook at the thought, almost as if he’s the bright sun behind the clouds, and you feel it rooted deep inside you, how much he means. His mouth his full, cheeks swollen as he munches on the rice but when he feels your eyes on him he turns around immediately. Even when he look like a squirrel full of almonds, you-
«Shibal, why are they like this?» Taehyung huffs loudly beside you. Your attention shifts to him, he has a big scowl on his face and he stares angrily at the perilla leaves in front of him, chopsticks trying as much as they can to separate one from the other. You scoff at him, shake your head.
Jungkook still has his eyes on you, he watches as you bring your chopsticks to the dish to grab the corner of the leaf and slide one of the sticks under it. You slowly move it from side to side to make it part from the other underneath, his eyes wide and his cheeks full like a mochi he stares as you bring it to Taehyung’s dish and place it on his rice.
Only then he gulps: «Yah!»
Your shoulder raise frightened, head turning immediately with your heart in your throat. You see his mouth open, eyes big and eyebrows cocked in a shocked expression, Namjoon’s words echo in his ears. Now, they definitely feel venomous.
You’re still his best friend.
«Wha- what? What happened?» you quiver.
Taehyung peeks over your shoulder, eyes glued to Jungkook’s face. Jimin and Eunji in front of you stare at the scene with their knowing expressions but they clearly don’t understand what’s happening cause no one knows the full version of the story. And Jungkook suddenly feels his stomach close up and his breath getting stuck as he looks at you.
«You- why… I can’t do this,» he shakes his head and brings his hands to his lap «I’m going out for a minute»
His chair chimes strident as he slides it backwards, and a second later he’s walking towards the door of the restaurant with his hands by his sides and everyone looking at him. You don’t seem to remember how to breathe for a bunch of seconds.
What happened? What-
«Oh, fuck» Jimin brings his hands on his hair, tugging at them nervously. Eunji gulps down her food, eyes on the empty spot beside you, Taehyung looks over at the door, Namjoon breathes in nervously and Jin and Hana look each other with eyes that seem to communicate words that you don’t grasp simply because you aren’t looking anywhere but at Jungkook’s dish, his chopsticks laid on the brims.
Yoongi clears his throat, looks over at her girlfriend, Hoseok peeks at you and a second later you’re storming out of the restaurant with their eyes on you and yours already trying to see Jungkook from the glass of the door.
When it shuts behind you, Namjoon licks his lips and smiles.
«Finally, it had to happen» he nods light hearted, Yoongi scoffing as he tries to get a look of you two outside.
«Yah, give them some privacy» Taehyung scolds his hyung, Hoseok shaking his head at the group.
You can read the second part here: Closer: Too Close
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Like A Movie Part VI
Summary: The premiere is here! Reader goes shopping, gets all dressed up and rubs elbows with Hollywood
Word Count: 4.6K
A/N: This one is loooong! Send me your ideas, let me know what you want to see, give me fuel! Also judge me for using Italics too often.
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V
It’s 5 AM on a Friday and your phone buzzing next to your head tears you out of the very, very sweet dream you were having. It involved a dark set of eyes, full lips, and roaming hands. To say you were upset to be awake was an understatement.
Ironically, it’s Jenna calling you. You decide you can’t be that upset, even if real Jenna just stole you from dream Jenna’s make-out session.
You answer the phone, putting it on speaker. “Hello?” You croak, your voice thick from sleep.
“Are you sleeping?”
“Jenna, it’s 5 AM and I’m a writer.” You rub your half open eyes with your knuckles, “I’m sleeping.”
You lay your head back down without hanging up, almost drifting back to sleep.
“Well I’ll be over in 15 to pick you up, so get out of bed.”
You groan, “No. You’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming. Or maybe snoring.” You don’t even bother to open your eyes.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time. Come on, we have lots to do today!”
She’s far too peppy for such an ungodly hour. You’re not dealing with it right now. You want to go back to kissing her in your dream. You don’t want to be dragged around Rodeo drive to go shopping. That sounded like a nightmare. You grumble something at the phone and hang up, hoping she gives up on you. You fall back to sleep splayed out on your stomach, your arms over your head.
You don’t get the chance to fall deep enough into sleep to start dreaming again. There’s a shift on the side of the bed, and insistent hands shaking your shoulder.
“Good god you sleep like the dead. Get UP.”
You whine, rolling over and throwing your arm over your eyes.
“Ten more minutes mom, I’m so tired.”
Soft laughter filters through your sleep muddled brain and you peek out from under your arm. Jenna is sitting on your bedside, the light from the window behind her creating a halo effect over her head. It’s fitting, you think.
“You look like an angel.” You mumble, and let your arm slide back over your face.
You’re too tired to be appalled at what you’d just said, honesty seeping out of you involuntarily.
“And you look like hell. Seriously, I’ve never seen someone sleep so hard.”
You flop your arm off your eyes and into the mattress. You glare at her sleepily. “How did you get in?”
“Door was unlocked.”
“Yeah, sounds about right.”
The beers from the night before were creeping in on you. Your mouth was dry and your head ached. You groan again. Why had you let your friends convince you it’d be a good idea to drink on a Thursday night? You knew you had to meet Jenna and her stylist this morning. But the sweet call of cold IPAs and the congratulations from your friend group fooled you into thinking you could recover like you were 21 again.
“I think I’m dying.” You tell Jenna, hoping for sympathy.
She pats your stomach, making you feel like you might actually die right then and there.
“Come on champ, I’ll make you coffee. Get up.”
You sit up on your elbows, your hair sticking up every which way. “Careful, she’s a spitter.”
Jenna cringed at your joke, “First of all, ew. Second, I learned my lesson the first time. Get up, or I’ll tell Enrique you want to wear my pink Valentino to the premiere tomorrow.”
“Oh god I might be sick.” You roll over to the other side of your bed, swinging your legs to the floor. You drop your head into your hands, trying to steady yourself.
“Hey! It’s not that bad. You’d look great in pink.”
You groan into your hands. “Okay, I’m up. I’m up.” You stand and stumble to the bathroom door. “Need. To. Shower.”
Jenna gets up and rounds the bed toward your door, laughing at you and shaking her head. “Make it snappy, we have a date with designer this morning!”
Once she’s out of the room you trudge into your bathroom, turning the shower on as cold as it will go. You strip off your t-shirt and boxers and climb in, the icy water making you gasp and shocking you awake. You stand under the stream for a while, letting the water run over your head while you lean against the wall. You wince as memories from last night resurfaced in your mind.
You went on and on about Jenna. Your friends were happy to listen, and would undoubtedly tease you until the end of time about it. Other than that embarrassing bit, the night was a good time. It felt good to be with your circle of friends who know you best. It was good for you to vent some of the feelings you kept shoving into the filing cabinets of your brain. You just wished you’d had one less beer, or maybe stood your ground on not taking the fireball shots.
But you did drink that beer, and you caved to peer pressure with the shots, so now here you are, suffering for your weakness. You take a deep breath, making the conscious decision to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You had a full day with Jenna ahead of you. The thought alone made you feel better already.
You had ruminated on your night out at the farmhouse, replayed it over and over in your head. You’d come to the conclusion that the tension was built up in your head, stemming from the jealousy you had felt earlier that day and clouded by your own feelings. Your friends strongly disagreed with you, but they didn’t know Jenna. She was friendly and empathetic to everyone around her, including you.
“Are you done yet, let’s go!”
Jenna’s voice from your bathroom door scared you senseless. You yelped and slipped around the shower, covering yourself even though the curtain was closed.
“I am EXPOSED here woman!” You shout back at her over her laughter from the doorway.
“Well get dressed, your coffee is in the kitchen. We’ll get you some breakfast on the way.”
You peek your head out of the curtain to glare at her. “You think you can tempt me with coffee and baked goods?” You pause, staring her down. “You’re right you can, temptress. Now get out so I can clothe myself.”
“Temptress? What is this, the dark ages?”
“Out temptress woman!”
“I’m out, I’m gone, hurry up!” Jenna’s voice trailed away as she left your bedroom.
You get out of the freezing water and dry off, goosebumps covering your skin. After brushing your teeth, you shake out your hair, spray some sea salt conditioner in it and call it good enough. You pull on underwear and a bra, and hesitate at your closet.
“Hey Jenna?” You yell.
“Just wear whatever you want y/n, you’ll be coming out of it soon anyway!” She yells from your living room.
You grit your teeth, half at the fact that again, she’s predicted you. The other half is stopping the lousy joke from coming out of your mouth. Luckily, you don’t have to make it because Jenna has predicted that too.
“You know that’s not what I mean I don’t even want to hear what’s going through your head!”
You decide playing the victim is your safest route. “I didn’t even say anything!” You yell back, sliding on a short sleeve, weaved cotton button-up and black linen pants.
“You didn’t have to, I know you were thinking it.”
You roll your eyes and mock her to yourself, not brave enough to do it out loud. You hop on one foot down your hallway as you pull on your Vans, holding the wall with one hand. You must look at least halfway presentable because Jenna raises her eyebrows in an approving look when she sees you.
“You clean up nice.” She says, still appraising you.
“Coffee?” Is all you can respond.
“In the kitchen. Take it to go, we’re meeting Enrique in like 30 minutes.”
“Uuuughgh Rodeo is like ten minutes away why are we leaving so early?”
The stare Jenna levels you with shuts you right up. You’re on her schedule now, and you will close your mouth and follow orders. You know how to do that very well. Shut up and color is the motto of the military. The people giving you commands weren’t so pretty back then, though. Jenna had poured your coffee into a travel mug and left it on the counter for you. You try hard not to overthink the gesture.
You hold the cup up to her, “Thank you.”
“Anything to get you moving.” She says, brushing it off.
You follow her like a puppy out your door and down the stairs to her car. You don’t say anything when she has to remind you to lock your door when you step outside. Another file for the feelings cabinet. Shut up and color.
You convince her to go through the drive through of a donut shop and inhale two maple bars on your way to the shopping center. Your coffee is long gone minutes into the drive, and you actually feel like a normal human again, your hangover thwarted.
Jenna parks her car on the street, Bentleys, Ferraris, Mercedes and BMWs accompany her Volvo. You feel out of place and small. Being around super wealthy people always made you feel that way. You’d never seen real money before, growing up lower middle class in central California and being blue-collar military for most of your life. It was easy to forget Jenna belonged there until you saw her there. Then she looked as if she couldn’t belong anywhere else.
She sensed your discomfort and took your arm, smiling up at you. “Come on James Dean, let’s get you a pair of nice heels.”
You drag your feet a little, making her misstep on purpose, “In your dreams Ms. Ortega.”
“Okay you keep that up and I’ll see to it that Enrique makes you a meat dress like Lady Gaga.”
You gasp in mock horror, “You wouldn’t! The cruelty!”
You can feel your anxiety washing away, and you realize she’s distracted you on purpose. It makes your insides feel gooey and warm. This was not going to be an easy day. Jenna was already making sure of that.
Enrique greets the two of you in front of a tailor, all smiles and giggles as he hugs Jenna, kissing both of her cheeks. He introduces himself to you and you’re immediately comfortable with him. You can see why Jenna has stuck with him all this time. They bring you through the kind of boutiques that offer you whiskey or champagne upon entering, but the thought makes your stomach clench.
Enrique finds the perfect suit, black on white, and pulls you into the fitting room. Once you have it on, he speaks to the tailor taking your measurements, ensuring they get it exactly right. The suit gets pinned and you go to take it off, but he stops you.
“You have to show her.”
“Show who?” You frown, confused.
He tuts at you, “Jenna dummy. Work your magic hombre, quench her thirst.”
You feel as if this man is one of your best friends already, his calling you a dummy endearing him to you even more. Even if he’s making you blush.
“Why would she care?”
He stares blankly at you, “She said you were out there, but I didn’t think you were dumb.”
“Wait, she said I was out there?”
“Among other things, yes.”
“Like what?”
“Girl talk is sacred. I would never tell.” He says, shaking his head at you.
“But you just-“
He puts his hands on your shoulders, not letting you finish and steering you out of the fitting room. Jenna is sitting in a chair, waiting for the two of you to come out. Her eyes widen when she sees you, her mouth dropping open. You’re suddenly feeling timid under her gaze, an uncharacteristic feeling for you. It’s unfamiliar, and you’re not sure how to act.
“Told you.” Enrique whispers from the side of his mouth so only you can hear.
You roll your eyes and shrug your shoulders.
“Good yeah?” You ask her.
She blinks quickly, “You look amazing.”
You reach up to grab the back of your neck and look down, scuffing your shoe. “Thanks.”
Enrique looks over to the tailor, “We’ll take it!”
Finding Jenna’s dress takes much, much longer. She’s particular and will settle for nothing less than perfect. Enrique happily keeps dressing her, never seeming to run out of steam. The three of you take a lunch break and get right back to it. You’re just being tagged along at this point, your input not needed or even really valuable. If she were going to a punk show or a dive bar, you’d be her girl. But a movie premiere in designer? Millions of leagues out of your league. You just smile and support, oohing and aaahing on cue.
When she finally does find the one, she refuses to show you, telling you you’ll see it tomorrow on the red carpet. You protest, telling her it’s unfair she’s already seen yours. She does not give in to your attempted guilt trip.
When she takes you home, she doesn’t stay, to your disappointment. But she needs her beauty sleep, and you need a chill pill. You’d see her tomorrow. When you get inside and flop onto your couch, you open your phone for the first time in hours. You had an unread message from Olivia. She was asking if you were still on for tomorrow. You’d asked her to come with you to the premiere a few days prior, and she’d happily accepted. You made it clear it was just an ask as a friend, and she was more than okay with that.
You hadn’t told Jenna about your plus one, though, and couldn’t justify why. She’d find out tomorrow when you both rolled out onto the red carpet. The thought made your nerves feel frayed, and again you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. You liked Olivia, she was easy to be around, plus it helped with movie advertisement. Two birds, one premiere. You texted her back to let her know you’d pick her up at six.
Your sleep was restless that night. Anxiety about the premiere filled your mind, making it impossible to feel well rested. The next morning you were up far too early, with too many hours ahead of you. You stress cleaned your entire apartment. Tried and failed to write. Watched a movie but kept glancing at your phone, but what you were hoping for, you weren’t quite sure. ( A text from Jenna, be real with yourself y/n). You got ready early and spent more time than necessary on taming your hair. You sighed and checked your phone. It was only four. You decided to text Olivia, to see if she was freaking out too.
Y/n
You anxious enough to die too?
Olivia
Nah cool as a cucumber my friend
Y/n
You’re a bad person
Olivia
To the bone! Wanna pregame and take the edge off?
Thirty minutes later, you’re sitting at Olivia’s kitchen counter, your head in your hands. She slides a gin and tonic over to you and leans on the counter across from you.
“So you’re freaking the fuck out.”
“I’m trying very hard not to.” You say, gulping down the drink.
She takes the glass and refills it, sliding it back to you.
“Do these nerves have to do with the premiere or a certain brunette?”
You squint at her over your glass, sipping it this time. “Am I that transparent?”
“Oh like fucking Saran Wrap dude.”
“Fuuuuuuck.” You sip the drink again.
“Hey, I don’t blame you. I’d be flipping out if she looked at me like that too.” She says, picking up her glass to drink.
You frown, “Look at me like what?”
“Oh boy.” She says and gulps her drink.
Irritation blooms in your chest, “What?!” There’s no reason for you to be so volatile, and it makes you even more irritated.
She sighs and shakes her head, unphased by your mood “You seriously can’t see it? She looks at you like the sun shines out your ass. It’s almost too much to bear.”
You shake your head, “She looks at everyone like that.”
Olivia raises her eyebrows at you and sips her drink again. “Okay. Whatever you say.”
“Mhm,” you say back, the drink settling in your stomach and calming you a bit.
She’s looking at you like she feels sorry for you. The filing cabinet in your brain is bursting with all your repressed emotions. You take a drink and shrug at her.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Oh I don’t know, sweep her off her feet and kiss her? Tell her you’re a fool and you’re crazy about her?”
“I don’t know about all of that.” You’re being stubborn again, you know it.
“Okay Casanova. I believe in you.” She laughs.
“That makes one of us.” You grumble.
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The Uber drops the two of you off right at the mouth of the red carpet. Your show time was early, not many photographers were out yet, since the smaller names showed up first. They would be there when Jenna arrived, yelling her name and snapping her picture. You and Olivia take a few pictures, smiling arm in arm with the branded backdrop behind you. A reporter asks you who you’re wearing and you tell them. You name drop Enrique and they go nuts. They want to ask you questions about Jenna, but you skirt around them, not wanting to violate her privacy. They ask you about Secessus, and you’re shocked they already know about it. You give them a little detail about your writing process and a tidbit about the story, but you mostly keep it under wraps. The studio wants you to build excitement, not spoil the movie.
A while later, you’re lingering around the entryway, laughing and joking with a few other writers and actors there with Olivia at your side. She’s charming and funny, and you’re both having a great time. Then the shouting starts. Flashes of light fill the dark sky, cameras going off like mortars around you. The stars have arrived. A few cars pull up with celebrities getting out and doing their red carpet waltz, smiling and waving and posing. And then the one you’d been waiting for steps out on the arm of her incredibly handsome date.
She looks amazing. Beyond words. She’s in an earthy toned pinkish brown dress, her neck dripping in diamonds. You can see her skin between the delicate wrap around her body, and you may or may not be drooling. Olivia laughs at you and uses her finger to press under your jaw, closing it as it hung open. You blush and glance at her, seeing her grin at you.
“There’s your girl Casanova.” She says, slapping your back.
You can’t even come up with a witty response. You’re rooted to your spot, staring in awe. You’re taken back to the months before you knew her. When she was a celebrity you’d fawned over, before you knew what she’d looked like when she was anxious, or covered in coffee, or sitting in your passenger seat. Right now, she looked every bit like the star.
You tamp down the jealousy that rears up inside of you when her date wraps his arm around her waist. You know it’s just for show. But still, it makes your skin crawl. When they’re done with their photo op they head toward the entrance, toward you. Jenna catches sight of you and smiles, but it falters when she sees Olivia at your side. The smallest frown is on her face for a split second before she averts her eyes and smiles up at her date. They walk right past you, nodding courteously, but Jenna doesn’t say a word to you. You feel like you’ve just taken a spear to the gut.
“Oof, tough break buddy.” Olivia says, patting your back.
You shrug at her, “She’s a star. She doesn’t have time for us tonight.”
“Uh huh.” She says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s go find our seats lover boy.”
The movie is good, great even, but you can’t focus. All you can see is Jenna toward the front row, laughing and smiling and eating popcorn, piece by piece. When it’s over, the crowd moves from the theater into a large open room for the after-party. Olivia has disappeared into the crowd, wanting to mingle with other actors. You head to the bar and lean up against it taking in the absurdity that you’re even here.
Platters with champagne glasses pass by, and you wonder how they keep them from toppling over. One passes close enough to you, so you grab two glasses, thanking the waiter. You feel pretty good about being in the room with all the famous faces. It may be the alcohol, or you may actually feel like you deserve to be there. The only thing keeping you from having a great time is the nagging thought at the back of your mind that Jenna was upset with you. You didn’t have the slightest clue as to why, but you had this feeling.
You’d been searching for her casually as you took the room in, but she was nowhere to be found. You figure she’s probably caught up somewhere socializing with people that were more her caliber. You sip at your champagne and engage in friendly conversation with the people who approach you. They all seem to know who you are, A24 had done an excellent job at getting the word out about Secessus. People were talking, and they were excited about it.
You’d finished both of your drinks and set about finding a bathroom. It wasn’t easy in a venue that big, but you found a winding hallway that led you to it eventually. It was blissfully quiet, the noise from the other room muted. You wash your hands and head back out, stopping in your tracks when you see Jenna making her way down the hall.
“Hey yooo-“ you start, but she breezes right past you into the bathroom.
“Okay,” you say, “rude.”
You decide to wait for her to come out, leaning back against the wall. Whatever this was, it needed to be settled, or you’d probably never sleep again. She was definitely upset with you, that much was clear. A few minutes later, she comes out, and you catch her arm as she tries to pass you again.
“We just not speaking now?” You ask her sharply. Your feelings are hurt, and you’re confused.
She frowns at you, her expression softening just slightly. “Where’s your date?” She asks.
You don’t drop her arm for fear she will walk away from you again. “Where’s yours?” You bite back and immediately feel bad about it.
Her face is stoic, but her eyes are telling you everything you need to know. She’s unsure about how to respond to you, fighting a battle in her head that you can’t see. She sighs and pulls you around the corner. You lean back into the wall, and she stands in front of you, spinning her diamond rings.
“I’m sorry. For ignoring you.”
“Aha, so you were ignoring me. Here I was worried you’d finally figured out you’re too good for me.”
Her nostrils flare as she fights from smiling at you. She’s losing the battle. “I wish you would have told me you were bringing Olivia.”
“Why?” You ask, shrugging.
“I don’t know, I guess I thought we were close enough that you’d tell me stuff like that by now. It’s great, I’m happy for you.” She sounds hurt, and her voice tells you she is not happy for you. She’s disappointed.
Realization is dawning on you rapidly. You feel like a total idiot. Your friends were right. Enrique was right. Olivia was right. You’re a dumbass.
“Woah woah woah, wait, we’re not together.”
Relief floods Jenna’s face immediately, though she tries valiantly to hide it. “You’re not?”
You laugh, “No. We’re friends. I figured it would be good for the movie for us to come together.”
A soft “oh” falls from her lips. Her expression is a mixed one, pulling back and forth between relief and embarrassment.
You stare at each other, trying to make sense of everything. Voices ricochet down the hall, approaching the bathroom. You hear a man and a woman talking to each other, heading your way.
“Probably around here somewhere,” you hear, recognizing Olivia’s voice.
Jenna’s spine stiffens at the sound. You reach out and run your hand down her arm, trying to soothe her. She lets you take her hand, and you’re willing yours not to get sweaty. Olivia and Jenna’s date round the corner, stopping quickly when they see the two of you. This would be awkward, if it weren’t already known your dates were for show.
Olivia flashes Jenna a wide smile, “Hey Jenna, I wanted to ask if you mind if I steal your date? He says he’s single.”
The man next to her gives you a goofy grin, he’s adorable, you can’t help but think. Jenna’s body relaxes, and she gives them a genuine smile. It makes you feel weak in the knees.
“You can have the mongrel. Just be gentle with him, he’s sweet.” She tells them.
Olivia laughs and wraps her arm around his waist, eyeing you. She’s silently willing you to make your move.
Just before she turns away she says, “Later Casanova, remember our talk!” And the two disappear back down the hall.
Jenna turns back to you, raising an eyebrow at you. “Casanova?”
“Long story, very boring.” You rush to say.
She smiles, “What was that talk about?”
You frantically try to come up with a lie, a story to tell her. You’re a writer for god's sake, you should be able to weave a web of intricate half-truths on the spot. But nothing comes to you. She squeezes your hand.
“You.” You finally mumble, giving in to honesty being the best policy.
Jenna’s eyes light up, and you know she’s going to give you hell. “What was that? I have terrible hearing. Have I ever told you that?”
“Probably from listening to nothing in your headphones all the time.”
“You’re an idiot.” She replies, laughing softly.
Jenna steps in closer to you, looking up into your eyes. She glances down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. It’s textbook. Your heart races. You feel your breathing grow heavy as she leans closer to you.
You are, without a doubt, Icarus in this scenario. Your wax wings melt in the sun that is Jenna, and you fall hard. You don’t even have it in you to try to save yourself. It’s a sweet death to die for love.
Her lips are soft. Softer than you dreamed. She kisses you hesitantly as if she’s waiting for you to pull away. But you know you’d rather run into speeding traffic than stop kissing her at this point. Your hands find her waist and you pull her into your body, kissing her back. It’s gentle and sweet and innocent, neither of you bold enough to make it anything more than it is right now.
Her hands loop around your neck, and she’s pulling you into her, her lips moving against yours. You keep your hands on her waist, not wanting to push her too far too fast. It feels like seconds and hours all at once before she leans back, breaking your lips apart. She’s staring up at you through her lashes and you’ve never felt so light in your life. You wonder if maybe you’ve died and this is your version of what comes after. Either way, you’re not complaining.
“Do you want to get out of here?” She asks you.
“Abso-fucking-lutley.”
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x fem!reader#wednesday#vada cavell#tara carpenter
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Hello! Would I be able to request female!reader having a cat that really likes her boyfriend spiderman noir (you've never wrote for him, I don't think, but it says you write for the spiderverse characters so I'm gonna test my luck 🤭🤭)
ID LOVE TO.
Unexpected pair
You would not have thought that when your cat first met Peter they took an immediate interest in him.
You’d both gone on a few dates when you decided to ask him if he wanted to come to your apartment (to which he gladly said yes to.)
You both had met by a mutual friend, and were quickly close with each other. Soon after a few dates, you both started dating.
It’s been years, and you both lived together now, after you both had finally saved up enough money.
What was most unexpected when he moved in was for your cat to absolutely adore the man.
You yawned, expecting your boyfriend to be awake and up but when you entered the room, your cat was snuggled up behind his legs.
They both slept peacefully, you smiled and got under the covers next to them, turning the other way and closing your eyes.
When you woke up, Peter was nowhere to be found. It was normal usually, because of his “work”
So, thinking he had gone into work early you walked into the kitchen where he was cooking. You stopped in your tracks, blinking and staring at the man.
Your cat was next to him, rubbing up on his leg to mark his scent on the man.
He glanced down at the feeling on his legs, and the corners of his mouth twitched up, then he resumed back to the pancakes.
You smiled and went wrapped your arms around him.
“Well, I didn’t know you were awake so early, sweetheart.” He said.
You hummed “Mm. I am.”
He laughed quietly and you took your arms away from him, scooping up the cat into your arms.
“I’m finished.” He said, looking at you and putting them on plates.
“You didn’t have to.” You said, with a small pout. You picked up the plate, and thanked him.
He shrugged. “You’re doing everything else in the house. Let me do this for you at least.” He carried his and sat down.
You smiled, knowing that most husbands wouldn’t even do this for their wives at the time.
Then your cat jumped onto the table, interrupting the sweet moment you both were having smiling at each other, you both began to laugh instead.
The cat looked at you, rubbed on your arm for a little and then went to Peter.
Peter rolled his eyes at the cat, and took the cat down from the table and putting it down onto the floor.
#spider noir x reader#spider noir fluff#spider noir x y/n#spider noir x you#spider noir#spider man across the spider verse#peter parker#peter parker x reader
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||Honeybee - Ranboo, Tubbo & Michael||
Song: Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffe
Art: FuzzyCryptid - YT
Fandon: DSMP
"Oooo Ooo Oooo Ooo." The Enderman sat in a field of flowers humming to himself, tail flickering around as the wind carried some petals past.
"You didn't have to look my way." The Enderman tilts his head to the side, following the petals. Spotting the small ram and his son beginning to approach.
"Your eyes still haunt me to this day." A warm smile on the brunette's face slowly melted one on the Endermans' as well, Tubbos, mismatched eyes look down to the toddler in his arms.
"But you did. Yes, you did" The Enderman looks down to the allium he's holding and then back up to his boy.
"You didn't have to say my name" As Tubbo got closer, Ranboo reached over and placed the flower between Michael's ear.
"Ignite my circuits and start a flame. But you did." A smile formed on Michael's face as the two of them sat down to join the Enderman.
"Oh, Turpentine erase me whole." The memory of that day starts to go dark, as Ranboo's memory slips.
"Cause I don't want to live my life alone." Ranboo reaches a hand out to try and get Tubbo's attention, only for the Ram's blackout figure to move further away.
-
"Well, I was waiting for you all my life." Ranboo closed his outstretched hand, tears staining his face as he sat up.
"Oh." A small bzt comes from his hand as he begins to open the tightly closed fist.
"Why" A small honeybee sits in his palm, wings a little crinkled but not damaged from the pressure.
"Set me free, my... honey-bee," The bee begins to fly away. A small smile on his face as tears formed.
"Ho-ney-Bee." The bumblebee flies around the Enderman a few times before taking off for good. A sad chuckle as the Enderman gets up for the day.
-
"You didn't have to smile at me." An image of Tubbo comes into his mind when they first met, so innocent and sweet. His bee boy.
A soft smile on his face, horns barely showing past his fringe as he wore his green shirt. "Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen." Comparing the ram to how he looks now.
Scars trailing over his body from the firework, a detonation button for his nukes in hand. "But you did. Yes, you did." But he still had a smile on his face, he was still him, he still was his bee.
-
"You didn't have to offer your hand." He remembers following Tubbo around with a grass block on him, the ram talking his ear off about his plans to build Snowchester.
-
"Cause since I've kissed it I am at your command." A smile on their faces as they talk to Foolish about building them a mansion to live in together. "But you did."
-
"Oh, Turpentine erase me whole," The duo explained to Tommy how they fell in love after the marriage. Tom's mouth was wide open with shock but congratulated them.
-
"I don't want to live my life alone." Ranboo made it back to his house, only to find out his 'Do Not Read' book was missing, only to later find it in one of his double chests.
-
"I was waiting for you all my life." Reaching Dream's cell in Pandora's Vault he shifted awkwardly as Dream began to thank the hybrid for the help, Ranboo denied any form of help as Dream revealed his chest was full of copies of his missing book.
"Oh," Opening one of the books, he's met with the realisation the front page is blank...
"Why." Only a :) on the page.
"Set me free, my... honey-Bee." Ranboo began to freak out, as blocks around him began to collapse, and the prison floor began to crumble around him, causing him to fall to his death in the pit of lava.
-
"Ho-ney-Bee." He awakes in his obsidian 'panic room' rocking back and forward. The signs around the room provide no comfort. He cries as he tries to remember anything. His friends, his enemies, what side he was on - anything.
-
"Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you." Ranboo goes to find another stronghold, deciding to make a lab for him to relearn the powers he's long forgotten.
Honeybee.
"How I find myself without you" He reaches for the potion labelled 'remember test #1'. Hands shaking as he gulped it down as he sat in his lab.
-
"That I'll never know." He panics as he flips through his first memory book. Seeming frustrated with the words, he lights a fire.
Honeybee.
"I let myself go." As he slowly moves the book to the flame, the sides of the book begin to catch aflame. Only to quickly put out the flames realising to burn the book would mean to forget.
I let myself go.
-
"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The cold breeze hit his face as he realised Nikki and Technoblade saw him. After talking to him and getting his opinion on things, they began to loosen up.
"And I never thought I was crazy." The two extended an invitation to The Syndicate with open arms.
Only to have them discuss Snowchester.
-
"But what do I know?" Ranboo runs into his and Tubbo's home to destroy the ladders up to Michael's room.
But what do I know?
"I let myself go." Finally exhaling as The Syndicate leaves, a chuckle of relief comes from Tubbo as he gently punches the Enderman's arm.
I let myself go.
-
"Honeybee." The chilled air flows through the window in Snowchester, Ranboo takes a second to regain his composure as a tear slides down his face because of the memories.
"Honeybee." He looks down at the rose sitting on the window sill, a small bee landed comfortably on the petals. the buzzing providing comfort.
Honeybee.
"Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you." He hears soft giggles behind him from his son.
"How I find myself without you." "That I'll never know." He wipes the tears off his face as he turns and smiles at the toddler. The piglin gave a warm smile to the enderman as he waved to his dad.
Honeybee.
"I let myself go." Ranboo walks over and leans down to place a kiss on Michael's forehead before moving back to the stove.
"Hello goodbye, I'm rather crazy." A sigh leaves his mouth as he's glad he's back in the present. He begins to make the rest of the pancakes.
-
"And I never thought I was crazy" He remembers finding Micheal in the nether.
But what do I know?" The smile on the Piglin's face when he saw the gold carrots in Ranboo's hand.
But what do I know?
I let myself go" Micheal laughed at Tubbo and Ranboo as they caught him a new chicken.
I let myself go.
Hello Goodbye, twas was nice to know you." Tuboo and Micheal sit patiently as Ranboo sets the timer of a camera before sprinting over to them. Smiles on all their faces.
That I'll never know.
-
"How I find myself without you." A small thump and something grabbing his leg causes the Enderman to look down.
"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The piglin clings to his leg smiling up as Ranboo bends down to pick him up.
I let myself go.
"And I never thought I was crazy." He boops the kid's nose as he places him on the table next to where he's cooking.
Hello Goodbye, twas was nice to know you." Michael scoffs down the pancakes before taking Ranboo's hand to play with him.
But what do I know?
How I find myself without you." Ranboo smiles as he gets onto his knees to play blocks with his son, his tail flicking around.
"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The enderman's focus on building the perfect tower stops him from hearing the door click.
"And I never thought I was crazy." Just as he finishes placing the last block, the Piglin is up and running to the door. A small brunette walks in shrugging his jacket off with a smile on his face.
Now you have to go.
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[FLUFFBRUARY FICLET] Before I Go
Rated: G
Word Count: 849
Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2024, fluff, sap, established relationship, Hob Gadling loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus loves Hob Gadling, kisses, parting is such sweet sorrow, flower symbolism
Fluffbruary Prompts:
Day 16 neighbor desire horse
Day 17 magazine tactile curtains
Alt prompts: evening, caress
Additional inspiration taken from a couple of these kisses
Title credit and musical accompaniment: Before I Go by Yanni (Spotify link)
Summary: Season-of-Mists-style visit, some time later in their relationship
On AO3
It is a lush and expansive garden where Hob finds himself on a beautiful summer evening—flowers climbing the trees and blooming in every direction, nocturnal birds twittering their songs in the branches overhead, crickets chirping accompaniment in the undergrowth. The stars twinkle brightly in the blue-velvet sky and the moon shines full and brilliant, a silvery wash of illumination over the landscape. The path under Hob's feet winds between flower beds and lovely stone borders, toward a burbling stream running musically beneath the trailing branches of a willow tree. He follows along to a little wooden bridge arching over the stream and across, to a decadent little bower of trellises wreathed in climbing ivy and dripping with twilight-purple wisteria.
There's a familiar figure waiting there for him, and he smiles as he draws near. "Hello, love."
"Hello, Hob." Dream's eyes glitter softly like the stars, just as dark and depthless as the sky, just as beautiful. The moonlight illuminates him like a work of art, pearlescent skin and raven-feather hair, smoke-shadow robes draping him in regal refinement. He looks ready to hold court, to receive an audience, and Hob is awestruck all over again that this unfathomably powerful otherworldly creature deigns to be his friend, to be so much more; to accept his affections, to return them. He is so very lucky, and he knows it.
He looks up at Dream, who is currently half a head taller than him, and he can feel the fondness shining in his own eyes. "I'm not awake, am I."
"No." Dream's tiny little smile is both affectionate and regretful. "I apologize for usurping your dream; there is something I must attend to that will keep me away for some time. I did not wish to leave without making you aware."
Hob furrows his brow. "It's not Hell again, is it?"
"No. Nor do I anticipate any danger or risk to myself, my realm, but there may be. Delays. In resolving the matter."
Hob knows better than to ask for specifics in this sort of thing when Dream has not given them, regardless of how curious he may be. "Will Matthew be with you?"
"Yes."
"Then I know you're in good company and I'll hear from you if needed." He wishes, in some deep fundamental part of himself, that he could accompany Dream on these sorts of errands, but in this also he knows better. There are so many things in existence that are far beyond what his immortal-but-still-mundane mind can comprehend.
Dream steps forward, closer. "Dearest Hob. I would bring you with me, were it advisable. But as it is not—" he lifts a hand to Hob's face, touches him in the gentlest caress "—I will bid you farewell, and promise to return as soon as is feasible."
Hob places his own hand over Dream's, holds it there as he leans into it. "I'll be waiting, dove. Be safe."
Dream makes no reply, just gazes at him tenderly, leans in until his forehead rests against Hob's. He tangles his fingers with Hob's, splays them behind his neck and tilts in slowly until their lips meet.
It is soft, sweet, short, this kiss; and then another, a gentle farewell before Dream draws back. His hand drops from Hob's face but Hob can't quite let go, following it down, clinging; he is full to the brim with a dozen different emotions and all he wants to do is kiss Dream again, so deeply and so thoroughly that Dream will still taste him long after they've parted, will carry his love with him on whatever this errand is and know that Hob is waiting faithfully for his return.
He's leaning back in already, helpless in the face of this desire, but redirects at the last second, planting a soft kiss on Dream's cheek instead. He won't demand more than was given, not when Dream has duty weighing heavy on his mind, not when Dream has shown such consideration in making sure to take his leave. He is respectful of Dream's time and Dream's responsibilities and he will not do anything to make Dream think otherwise.
But Dream's eyes flash as Hob draws back, and then Dream has seized Hob's bicep and yanked him back in, is kissing him soundly. Hob can't help a delighted smile, at that, but it's quickly lost in the fierce parting of Dream's lips, the yearning wanting lament of his fervent mouth, and Hob loses himself in returning the sentiment.
That. That is a proper kiss goodbye, Hob very carefully does not say aloud, blinking as Dream lets him go.
"Until I return, devoted mine," Dream breathes, the stars in his eyes blazing, and steps back.
"I'll be waiting," Hob says again, the 'as long as it takes' and 'I'll miss you' and 'I love you' unspoken.
Dream smiles, the tiny kitten-soft smile that Hob knows is just for him, and takes his leave.
Hob stays, beneath the twining ivy and the curtains of clinging wisteria, and watches him go, the music of the crickets rising gently in his wake.
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Drafted: 2/17/24
Posted: 2/17/24
Why did I pick wisteria? Gosh I'm so glad you asked!
Because it's pretty, and it made for lovely visuals. BUT then I looked up meanings also, and serendipitously I found:
1. Purple wisteria symbolizes royalty and undying devotion or love that transcends time
2. Victorians would include a cluster of delicate purple blossoms in their bouquets when they wanted to send a message of overwhelming desire and passion. In particular, the Wisteria was considered to say “I cling to you” as it would cling to the branches of other trees. Wisteria sends such a strong message of romance in most cultures that they’re usually best used for declarations of devotion or for wedding arrangements.
3. Wisteria—Welcome; Meeting you means so much to me
4. Wisteria gives a symbolic representation of beauty, love, long life and immortality, grace, bliss, honour, patience, endurance, longevity, releasing burdens, victory over hardships.
(There are relevant meanings to the the ivy (fidelity, everlasting life) and the willow (flexibility, adaptation) as well)
Sources: 1 2 3 4
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!! jungkook
[ event masterlist ]
(no pairing situation)
zombie apocalypse
“hi! you need to leave. right now.”
! wc: 11.5k
! tags: half of this isn’t actually the zombie part, tlou!apocalypse, best friends to lovers, cursing, guts/gore/illness (mild)/injury (burn scarring; reader), death, guns + usa setting (am. spelling for “mom” but aus. variants elsewhere), tae speaks spanish (mex. to the best of my knowledge, sorry in advance) for no other reason except i miss my cyberpunk boy jackie welles. tae vaguely third-wheels
the day he lost you, he lost himself. the only difference was that he still walked.
"yn-hyung's eomma!" he shouts. "hello!"
it is a fine day outside. blue skies, fluffy white clouds, green lawns sprinkled with yellow daisies. there are two cars in the driveway of a two-storey house, and jungkook races upstairs, too small to reach the bannister. he holds onto the wooden bars and picks his way up the steps as fast as he can.
the woman is on the balcony. swiftly, she stamps out a cigarette and moves inside. "hello, jungkook! what are you doing here?"
he huffs as he manages to make it to the top, his parents following close behind. "i... i... brought games for hyung! to make him feel better!"
he lifts them up to show her. she smiles and giggles, stroking his hair. "that's very sweet of you, jungkook. he's in his bedroom – he's awake, but just in case, you should be quiet, okay?"
"okay, yn-hyung's eomma! bye!" he races off down the hall.
"your son is a sweetheart," she says affectionately, watching him reach up on his tip-toes to pull the door handle. jungkook's parents laugh and they move into the living space. "it's lovely to see you again. would you like some tea?"
"we'd love some," jungkook's mother says. "sorry for barging in like this. he wouldn't stop pestering us to visit so that he can 'make his friend happy'."
"oh, it's no problem at all. it's good to see our sons together. you know how my boy is." she smiles and shakes her head, pouring three cups of hot tea. "rebellious, that one. i hope yours can teach him some good things."
creeping into his hyung's dark bedroom, jungkook drops onto flat feet and pushes the door closed gently. he squints into the darkness and whispers, "hyung?"
movement; ruffling sheets; a sleepy voice. "jung... jungkook? what's going on?"
"i came to see you." he sets the game cards on your bedside table and clamber onto the bed with a huff, crawling up to you. "are you getting better?"
"i think so." you sigh. you sit up slowly. "i'm dizzy and tingly at the same time."
jungkook's little face falls. "oh." he shoots forward and his expression pinches in fright. "are you gonna die? please don't die! you're my best friend!"
you laugh, a little painfully, and clear your throat. "i'm okay. i'm not gonna die."
"oh. good." jungkook tucks his feet under himself. "can i hug you?"
"yeah. it's just a headache. it's not contagious."
jungkook darts forward and squeezes you tight. he squishes his soft cheek into your chest and snuggles into you, listening to the quick beat of your heart. "geez... you're really cold."
your arms close around his small shoulders. you bury your face into his hair. "sorry."
his huge brown eyes peek up at you and he kicks his legs with a soft sigh. "i don't like it when you're sick."
"sorry," you repeat.
after a while, he says quietly, "i brought you games. to keep you company."
"thanks, jungkook." your arms tighten around him. "i love you."
"i love you, too," he giggles. abruptly, he sits up with bright eyes. "i've got it! i'll marry you, hyung!"
"huh? why?" you ask cluelessly, watching him bounce on your bed. he lifts his fists.
"so we can be together forever! i'll protect you from everything that makes you sick. eomma says that other people made you sick, so i'll protect you from them! they will eat my fists," he says in a deep voice, puffing out his chest to mimic his action heroes.
you can't help but laugh, even though it makes your head ache. "kookie, you can't hurt other people. that's not what a good person does."
"okay," he breathes, agreeing so easily – his chest swells with the sound of your laughter. it makes frogs bounce around inside his tummy. "but i can still marry you, right?"
you roll your eyes. "no, silly. we're not grown-ups yet. we can't get married."
"yes, we can," he insists, sweet brown eyes growing wide. "i watched my parents do it! we just have to write our names, then boom, we're married! wait here, i'll get the paper."
he scrambles off of the bed, running to your bookshelf and grabbing your drawing pad. he nearly forgets the pencil, but turns back for it abruptly.
he jumps onto the bed and you hastily grab the pencil before he can hurt himself on it. he sets the pad down on your legs, grinning up at you with a smile so bright that you swear it emits sunlight.
"write your name. write it, write it," he says eagerly.
you do, slow and steady. there's a wobble in the middle from the dip between your knees, but otherwise, you're satisfied. jungkook snatches the pencil and you giggle at him.
his tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth and a frown creases his brow. his handwriting is dark and shaky, and his last name is spelt wrong. still, he manages it, and you're so very proud of him – he's still in kindergarten, after all, and you know kids in your class who still use velcro shoes. jungkook, your best friend, knows how to tie his shoelaces every time.
he gestures for you to tear the page out. you oblige, pressing your hand flat against the spine of the pad, and manage to do it with minimal accidents. a few creases shade the torn edge from your grip, but it's otherwise perfect.
jungkook stares at it with big eyes, his lips parted to reveal the two white nubs of his front teeth. he takes it from your hands carefully, as if he's holding the declaration of independence, and smooths it flat on the bed. lightly, he traces a large, wonky heart around both of your names.
he lifts it triumphantly, his eyes shining. "now i can protect you forever, hyung! i won't let anything hurt you, okay? i'll be like a superhero, lasering down everything that gets in our way."
you laugh softly, eyes crinkling, and let him fall back in your arms, squeezing him tight. he's so small, with soft, tiny hands and a tiny button nose. you like to poke it to see him scrunch it up in surprise.
"thanks, kookie," you say quietly, and he hums into your shirt. "i'll protect you, too – my superhero."
—
"loser says what?"
he startles. "what?"
you laugh, loud and obnoxious, and grab him by the shoulders, peering over to see what he's got in his hands. "gotcha, stupid. what're you reading?" you slip it easily from between his fingers. "what is it? anime?"
he scowls, reaching up for it. "it's manga, and give it back, you jerk! i was just getting to the good bit."
you wave it around, dodging his grabbing hands, and flick through it backwards. "whoa! how does she even walk around with those things?"
several sets of eyes swivel around and jungkook burns under their attention, tripping out of his seat and jumping for the book. you're older than him and therefore taller, and it's not hard to keep it out of his reach. "wow, jungkook... they're huge! i didn't know you had this kind of book."
"stop being such a bully!" he hops awkwardly, stretching for the book with a quiet grunt. "people are looking, butt-wipe!"
"what's this language i'm hearing?"
both of you whip around, gazing up at a familiar face: your homeroom teacher. her brow lifts in expectation as she places her hands on her hips. she's young and pretty, and you know a few boys with weird crushes on her, but she's a lovely teacher and doesn't even mind your whiteboard pranks.
"hi, miss williams," you greet with an innocent smile, and jungkook shuffles behind you, gripping your sleeve. discreetly, you try handing the book back. "what language are you talking about?"
she lifts an open hand, expectant. "give me the book, boys."
jungkook sighs and thumps his head against your shoulder as you sheepishly hand it over. "it wasn't anything bad, miss williams. promise."
"i'll see, yn. which page were you looking at?"
you flip a couple and point. on the page is a girl, around your age, in a uniform. she carries a massive gatling gun in her hands and a barrett .50 cal is strapped to her back, taller than she is. her face is twisted in rage as she extinguishes whole waves of evil vampires.
"don’t you agree, miss williams?" you ask helpfully. "those guns are massive. i don't get how she isn't falling over."
she closes the book and returns it with an exasperated sigh. she pats your head and you scrunch up your nose, fixing your hair. she smiles. "alright, you little rascal. you win this time. just keep it down, okay? other people might be reading, too."
"yes, miss williams."
"and you, jungkook."
after a second, he peeks around your arm, glancing briefly at you before meeting her eyes. his knuckles whiten.
she smiles again, this time gentler, and bows down to be level with him. "don't let him call all of the shots. maybe you should steal his book from time to time, too."
"miss!"
jungkook nods mutely, grabbing his book back while you stare at your teacher's retreating back, betrayed and flabbergasted. you notice the emptiness in your hands and turn around. jungkook is already sitting down again, searching for his lost page. you step over the bench and watch over his shoulder. your knee and shoulder touch his.
"so," you say, a lot quieter, "what's happening in the story?"
he brightens and grins at you, flipping back to the front to show you important scenes. "so there's this really shy girl, yumiko, who was adopted after her dad died when she was a baby, and she's actually the last living carrier of a special gene that makes her tougher, faster, and stronger than normal humans! after a bunch of monsters attack the city, she finds the journal he gave her and learns all the ways to kill them, and – oh, and she knows judo and how to box because her family owns a dojo... hey, why are you looking at me like that?"
you shake your head with a sweet grin, knocking your temple against his. "no reason. if we got attacked by a bunch of monsters, would you be my hero in shining armour?"
"of course!" he says, affronted that you'd think otherwise. "i might not have a machine gun, but i'll always protect you. we're best friends, and best friends should always stick together."
—
"oi, jungkook... jungkook, are you awake?"
he cracks his eyes open blearily at the whisper of his name. "no."
"good, okay. so, i had a thought – like, what if we go to homecoming together?"
"aren't you going with hailey? helen. helena...? whatever her name is."
"hanna. and not officially." you turn over, tucking your hand under your cheek. jungkook gazes back with one sleepy eye, most of his face squished into his pillow. "we haven't asked each other, yet."
he hums tiredly. "mm. then whassername... abigail. audrey. yeah. then audrey will want you to ask her. jay will want you to ask, too. um... erika and kat – from cheer, they said. yoojin from the boys' hockey team. y'know they're going to nationals? go kingfishers."
you wiggle closer, and jungkook bats your cheek to discourage you from getting any nearer. you do it anyway with a cheeky grin, visible even in the darkness, and jungkook hugs his pillow in defeat.
"don't wanna go with them." he gives you a pointed look, and you sigh. "look, i'm sure they're all nice people. i just... don't want to go with them. i want to go with you."
"why? yoojin's kinda cute."
you huff. "he only wants to go with me so he doesn't have to speak english all the time." you narrow your eyes. "wait, he's 'kinda' cute? do you have a crush on him, jungkook? ooh... jungkookie's got a big ol' crush...!"
he snorts, pushing your face away when you start making kissy sounds. "ew, gross. i spoke to him one time."
"people have developed crushes on less," you point out smugly. "you've developed crushes on less."
he burns red and he hushes you quickly, slapping his hand over your mouth to muffle your laughter. "shut up! you'll wake my dad! i was young, okay? it didn't count."
"he had a nice smile, though. and a cute laugh. plus, he was even shorter than you – i bet that gave you a bit of an ego, didn't it?"
"i'm not short," he hisses, pouting furiously. "you're two years older than me – of course you're taller! go stuff yourself. i'm going back to sleep."
grumpily, he turns over, tugging the blankets up around his chin. you stick your cold feet directly onto his legs and giggle as he jerks and whips around, sitting up so quickly his head spins. you poke his cheek with your index finger repeatedly, still giggling like an idiot at the extent of his reaction. it felt like the entire bed shook.
"i'll bite your fingers off," he threatens, dodging blindly in the darkness. "they're like carrots. i can bite through carrots."
"yeah, you can. with those big-ass front teeth, you'd like carrots, wouldn't you?"
he lunges at you. you grunt at the impact and tackle him to the bed, locking your arms around his middle and tucking your head under his arm – just like gym class. he writhes like a snake – or, more accurately, he flails like a trapped bird, all limbs and indignant squawks.
"you're heavy," he complains, pushing your shoulders down. when that doesn't work, he reaches back for your hands, prying your fingers off of him. "get off, hyung! i need to – ugh – make you regret what you said! i'm not a freaking rabbit!"
you keep him down easily. sports is your jam, and jungkook is built like a twig. a very bony twig, but a twig nonetheless. "you know that you can swear around me, right? it's not like i'm gonna tell anyone. you know what the word 'fuck' is. you're fourteen – every fourteen-year-old knows 'shit', 'fuck', and 'damn', at the very least. the last one's only for bible-study kids, but whatever, it counts."
he hushes you, glancing instinctively at his bedroom door. "he’s gonna hear you. shut up."
"he’s miles away. he’s not gonna hear me." you grin, letting him out. he grumbles, dusting himself off and crawling back under the covers. "actually, you never answered me. do you want to go to homecoming with me, or nah?"
"no. you're just gonna run off to your friends and leave me alone by the punch table like a dumbass."
you nudge him. "hey, look at you. that's the closest you've gotten to swearing. i'm proud of you." you sit back, leaning against his headboard and gazing around his dark bedroom at the shape of familiar furniture. "and i wouldn't do that. you're way more important than those fuckers with rich parents. they only tolerate my presence because i'm irrefutably good on the team and they'd never make it off of school grounds if i left."
"bringing out the big-boy words. you're so dreamy."
"which one? 'fuckers' or 'irrefutably'?"
"the second one. your parents must be so proud. d'you think they'd be mad if i duct-taped your lips shut and then hit you in the mouth?"
you scoff, affronted. "only if you'll hit me in the mouth first, then tape it. if i end up with blood in my mouth, i'd rather not swallow it."
"eugh."
"exactly my point."
you lean back, tipping your head backwards until it touches the wall. a scattering of glow-in-the-dark stars seem to swirl and move when you stare at a certain spot for too long. "so... you wouldn't want to go to the homecoming dance with me?"
"i didn't say that," he replies.
"you did. you even said 'no'."
he tuns his face away. "well, i was obviously joking..."
your gaze snaps to his dark silhouette. "so you would? go with me, i mean?"
"duh, hyung. i want to steal all of the expensive chocolate. you promised you'd sneak me in."
you sigh, dragging a hand over your face. "i don't mean it like that, jungkook. i mean it as in... would you go to the dance with me as my date?"
he turns over his shoulder, his face drawn and sleepy. "but we're both boys."
"you didn't seem to have much of an issue about it when you said yoojin wanted to go with me. you've also exclusively had crushes on guys, jungkook. it's kinda gay, dude."
he harrumphs, turning back around and shuffling deeper into the covers. "yeah, but i thought you're supposed to go with a girl. to match your tie to her dress, or whatever. like, how would we even do the, uh... the little flowers?"
"corsages? well, we could match them to the colour of our suits," you suggest, "or get the same flowers and match that way."
"complementary colours," jungkook murmurs. "same flowers, same design, just different colours. i think that'd look nice."
you smile to yourself, shifting down until you're snuggled deep in the soft, thick linens. "yeah, i think it would."
comforting silence falls in jungkook's bedroom for a while. his breaths are soft and even, and you wonder if he's fallen back asleep. he might not even remember this conversation tomorrow morning – you'll have to ask him again.
"hyung?" he whispers, a gentle exhalation of breath. he sounds almost... nervous. nervous, yet curious. "you awake?"
"yeah."
"can you ask me again?"
"ask you what?"
he sighs and flips around to face you, pushing his messy hair back from his forehead. his eyes shine in the darkness, and the edge of his face is rimmed by yellow light from the hallway, seeping in through the bottom of his door. "ask me to the dance. like, properly."
you turn your head. his eyes are trained on you expectantly. "oh. uh, i didn't plan anything fancy..."
he shrugs. "it's okay. i don't mind. just ask me."
you hum, grinning at his insistence. "alright. will you, jeon jungkook, go to the homecoming dance with me as my date?"
he smiles, too. it's smaller than yours, and he's glad that it's dark in the room – his warm cheeks would do nothing to aid him. you already tease him enough as it is. "yes, hyung. i'll go to the dance with you."
he tucks his face into the crook of his elbow, shivering slightly and tightening his grip on his pillow. you notice and shuffle closer. he leans into you, resting his face against your neck, and folds his arms around your waist. you throw an arm over his shoulders and tangle your legs together, squeezing him tightly as you bury your nose into his soft hair.
he smells like his shampoo – berry, because he said the scent made him hungry and it would encourage him to eat more and therefore grow more. you only grinned, patted his head, and told him to keep dreaming. he nearly threw the bottle at you in the store.
bang!
you both jump, bolting upright. it sounded very close – just outside.
"what was that?" jungkook's voice wavers.
"i – i don't know. did an owl hit the window?" you say uncertainly.
"big freaking owl," he whispers. he glances at you. "should we check it out? what if it's hurt?"
you nod, frowning. "you first, then, hero." you reach down for the duffel bag near the dresser and pull out a jacket, throwing it on. after a moment, jungkook follows, waiting for you by the bedroom door. you join him, and he cracks it open.
the hallway outside is lit by a single tall lamp at the end. jungkook steps out, peering into his parents' room. he glances back and shakes his head.
"dad's gone."
"maybe he went to investigate, too," you suggest, but it's weak. you heard no footsteps outside the door, and the floorboards by jungkook's room are notoriously creaky.
his hand searches for yours as you shuffle through the dark house. all of the curtains are closed, and the only light that illuminates the house are the pale lines of grey moonlight curving past the edges of blinds and the nightlights near the bathroom and kitchen. the shadows are tinged an eerie blue.
"what do we do if it's actually an animal?" jungkook murmurs. "do we call someone?"
"i guess... we'll find your dad after this."
you move towards the back of the house, where the noise came from. you push back the curtains.
an empty green backyard. the rotary clothesline spins slowly, creaking on an angle. the neighbour's dog begins to bark madly.
"i swore it came from here," you mutter. you turn. "jungkook?"
he steps out of the laundry room at the end of the hall. "i'm here. dad's not, though." he raises his voice. "dad? dad!"
in the distance, something booms, low and rumbling. you jump and jungkook runs back to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards a window. amongst the lights of the city, a pillar of fire billows into the night.
"oh, god," jungkook whispers. "i hope no one was hurt..."
"i'm sure they're alright," you reply hoarsely, struck by the colour of the flames. against the darkness, the licking flames almost look like warped, tensed hands, scratching and scrabbling for the heavens. "dad – your dad. maybe he went for your mom."
another boom rattles the windows, far closer than the last. you yank jungkook away from the window, hugging his shoulders to your chest, but the shockwave passes, and the glass steadies. slowly, you straighten, watching the fire spread to nearby buildings.
"that one's way too close for comfort," you laugh nervously, your pronounced adam's apple bobbing. "i'm gonna call my mom."
he nods rapidly. the landline sits between the kitchen and the living room, and you dial your home. your fingers drum against the table as the line rings and rings.
the line clatters. "hello?"
your heart drops back into your chest. you grip the phone. "mom! did you hear those explosions? are you okay? they're really close to jungkook's house and his dad's vanished. what's going on?"
"baby, just stay calm, okay? i need you to take care of jungkook. stay away from the windows and don't go outside. there's some sort of sickness going around and everyone's – they're not alright. wait for david and listen to him. he'll get you out of the city and we'll meet up, okay? i love you, baby – protect ju—"
the phone beeps in distress. it's dead.
the dog stops barking.
"mom?" you try, anyway. she doesn't reply. you lower the phone and your eyes flicker back to jungkook – he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, rubbing his arms.
"so?" he ventures. "what did she say?"
"i have to stay with you and your dad. we're gonna meet up when we get out of the city – she said that people are getting sick. badly."
police cars' sirens wail past the windows, and the flashing lights veer across the room's walls past the curtains.
jungkook gulps, his knuckles turning white. "sick? what kind of sick? are we sick?"
"no – no, we're not. we're okay." you squeeze his hand reassuringly. "let's go pack our stuff – mom said we have to leave the city and that your dad'll take us."
"o-okay, hyung."
in the backyard, a figure lumbers towards the siding doors behind you. jungkook squints, confused – are they hurt? do they need help?
they slam their fists against the glass with a cracked scream.
you flinch and jungkook stumbles away with a gasp. it's a young man – a familiar one, with shaggy brown hair and a bloody blue shirt.
"daniel?" jungkook stammers. he flinches as fists beat against the glass, bitten-off fingers leaving trails of wet black blood. "h-he needs help...!"
you grab his wrist and pull him away from the doors. "don't! mom said to stay inside. he might be sick!"
he screeches on the other side of the doors. he's not wearing any shoes, and his ankle is crushed and broken, twisted at an unnatural angle. he doesn't seem to care.
"what kind of sickness does that?" jungkook whispers, clutching your shirt. "rabies?"
he throws his shoulder at the glass with his arm raised by his side. his fingers point towards the glass and snap backwards against his knuckles with a sickening crack.
"leave, jungkook, we have to leave!"
"leave to where? dad's still missing!"
"i don't care where. we'll just – hide and close all the doors!"
at that moment, the side door flies open. jungkook's dad stands in the doorway, haggard and fully dressed. he staggers in, slamming the door behind him as daniel screeches – jungkook races up to him.
"dad! are you okay? you're bleeding!"
"it's not mine," he pants, grabbing jungkook by the arm and you by the shoulder. "c'mon – your mom's still in the city. we'll pick her up on the way out."
jungkook's eyes widen in realisation as david scans the porch and the street outside – dark and empty. a woman wails somewhere a few houses over. the car sits in the driveway, and david snatches the keys off of the buffet table beside the front door.
you pull open the door for jungkook and he slips in. you follow, and the engine revs and rumbles as david kicks it into motion. from around the house, daniel limps after the car with an outstretched hand, pale and black-veined. his face is contorted with empty, consuming hunger, snarling like a feral animal. he treads on the bloody stump of his broken ankle, dragging it at a right angle to his leg.
you tumble as the car pulls out of the driveway, crunching onto the loose gravel in the gutters, and fumble with the seatbelt, crossing it over jungkook's chest. his wide eyes and stiff shoulders are a clear precursor to his anxiety attacks.
you lean over, offering your hand. jungkook takes it with both of his and places it in his lap, crushing it tightly. you grip his fingers slowly, then release, over and over. his breathing steadies as he copies the rhythm.
"w-what... what if mom catches it?" he asks shakily. "she's gonna be close to everyone who's sick. will she become... like that? like daniel?"
"no," replies david, and you hear the waver in his voice as he ignores the road signs and takes the road into the city. "she won't. she's a good doctor – she'll know how to keep a patient sedated."
"he didn't have a foot but he was still chasing us, dad! i don't know if sedation will work for that kind of sickness," jungkook says in a small voice. "do you know where it came from?"
the car crests over a hill. david's blood-spattered hands shift around the wheel. "they're saying only people from the city are at risk. we're okay. how are you, yn? you holding up alright?"
"i'm fine." you glance at jungkook. "i managed to call my mom before the line went dead. she says you're going to meet up with her outside of the city. is it better outside? or is it everywhere?"
"i don't know," he sighs, pressing himself back in the seat. his crumpled dress shirt has the red imprint of a smudged hand on the shoulder. "there's no cell service and no signal anymore. before that, the alert said that there's a lockdown on the city. i think the, uh, illness is local, but i can't be certain. i just need to make sure you get to your family safely."
you nod with a swallow, sitting back. watching that man slam himself into the door... it was as if he didn't care for his body, and the way he lurched was as if he was pulled on strings. like a puppet.
the city streets burn with fires the size of buildings. the stench of rot and fear seeps into your pores. cars billow with smoke, wrapped around telephone poles. a flurry of action and reaction – people scream as pale, sickly hands tear at flesh and muscle, open maws snapping and snarling. a man begs for help, and you turn jungkook's face into your shoulder as three mouths gnaw at the stumps of his arms and leg. he screams, high and piercing, as their blunt fingers punch into his stomach, curling and pulling.
bright headlights. your eyes widen. "look out—!"
"jungkook, it's time to wake up."
pale light. the weight of a hand on his shoulder.
his eyes flutter open.
taehyung's lips tick up, a sympathetic shimmer in his eyes. "good morning. sun's out. you, um, talk in your sleep."
jungkook sits up. rolls his neck. it cracks and he winces. "so i've heard. did i annoy you?"
taehyung shakes his head, retreating as jungkook reaches for his jacket, which he'd folded beneath his head for the night. "no. i generally don't get much rest." he takes a seat on the edge of the busted couch, faded grey with age. springs poke up out of the yellow stuffing. he watches jungkook pack up his backpack and check his ammo, sliding the handgun into the back of his jeans.
"who's yn?"
jungkook's eyes flick up sharply.
taehyung folds his hands and nods, diverting his gaze. "sorry."
jungkook finishes packing up in silence. he feels it like the present – your hands on his, the uncertainty of your eyes but your reassuring smile. sometimes he still wakes up and expects to see you next to him, snoring away while his father flips pancakes in the kitchen.
"i think we should hit the mall," taehyung suggests eventually. "there might be something of value there that we can keep."
"and risk getting overrun by infected? fat chance."
taehyung flips his knife idly. "órale. but it's called risk and reward for a reason. if everyone thinks like you, the place could be a treasure trove."
jungkook shrugs on his backpack. he nods. "fine. we need medicine, anyway, and i think i saw a pharmacy in there. if i'm bitten, don't use it on me. i'll head off my own way."
taehyung's brow twitches into a frown. "okay."
ten minutes later, they find themselves in the pharmacy jungkook spotted earlier. it was full of painkillers and antibiotics, bandages and anaesthetics. it was like heaven. the security shutters had been pulled down, but the rusted locks were easy to break – the darkness inside smells stale and dry and there is no sign of the infected or their spores, which is a nice reprieve from the groaning and clicking echoing in the mall outside.
jungkook holds his breath as the twitching shadow of a clicker passes dangerously close to the entrance. the characteristic spine-tingling vocalisations freeze taehyung in place, daring not even to shift the bottle of pills halfway to his backpack.
the shadow pauses right by the shutters. it screeches. jungkook can imagine the soundwaves rippling off of the environment, bouncing back to the awful bony protrusions bursting out of the front of their skulls.
it shuffles away, clicking with each step. a bottle smashes.
a runner screams, alert, the sound shocking through the mall. the sound of a hundred infected stumbling towards the source stampedes past the pharmacy, and jungkook's eyes widen as the agile shadows flit by under the security door.
at the other end of the mall, where they entered, a man yells out – in pain or fear, jungkook doesn't know. multiple gunshots fire at once, and different voices call out in a blind panic: who made the noise? where are they coming from? they're surrounded!
then, all at once, the shouting stops. no bullets fly.
taehyung creeps towards the security door. he lowers himself to his stomach, peeking beneath the sheets of steel.
he lifts his head, meeting jungkook's gaze. he shakes his head.
jungkook releases a silent breath. fuck. they'll have to find another way out.
on the bright side, most of the infected should now be concentrated around the main entrance. the only problem? according to the deteriorating map, the mall only has two exits: one blocked by the swarm of infected, and the other below ground in the parking lot. said parking lot was flooded, and the nearest entry into it was through a massive, gaping hole in the middle of the tiled floor, where years of rainfall through the broken glass ceiling had worn away the ground into a sinkhole.
after triple-checking the store and soundproofing their bags, they slip under the shutters one at a time, taking it in turns to lift the shutters just enough to get their shoulders through. a clicker lurches out of a fashion boutique – or what was once a fashion boutique. the mannequins in the window are still dressed in stylish dresses, and the poster of a thin blonde curls off of the wall.
before the clicker can force a searching screech through its ruined vocal chords, taehyung slams his knife into the centre of its blooming fungal growth, twisting the blade until its bony fingers stop pulling at his clothes.
runners bleed. clickers do not. jungkook used to fear runners the most, hearing them sob and whimper with intact voices. he used to wonder who was crying – the fungus, or a human?
he does not wonder such things anymore.
taehyung descends into the hole in the floor, his gun in hand. his torch swivels over the dark interior, and the water is clear and has no bad scent, meaning that it could be coming from somewhere else – like an exit.
taehyung beckons jungkook down. jungkook clicks on the torch slipped into the strap of his backpack and drops over the ledge, his fingers slipping on the wet tiles. he wipes his palms on his jeans, reaching for his handgun.
his eyes flicker over the looming shadows. the reflection of their torchlight in the water keeps prying at his attention, too much like the flash of bioluminescence to ignore.
tentatively, jungkook steps into the water from the collapsed section of the mall, his gun aloft. he takes another step, and another, until the ground flattens out. the water laps around his calves, and the slushing of every movement is far too loud.
something skitters.
both flashlights whirl in its direction. near a submerged car, visible only from the top of the rusted hood upwards, the water ripples.
the parking lot must spiral down into several floors, given the height of the water on the car. there might be a way out deeper down – maybe the water comes from the nearby river.
they can't investigate. not when they're not alone.
jungkook turns over his shoulder and jerks his head towards the shadows. taehyung nods, shifting his hand on the grip of his gun, and steps into the water behind jungkook.
there are so many pillars, and a significant number of cars and corners. they move through the darkness with their weapons up. jungkook's heartbeat thuds in his veins.
in the far corner is a rusty rolling door, wide enough to fit two cars. the ground begins to incline, and jungkook prays to whatever god there may be that past the door is daylight. he turns, his boots leaving prints on the dry concrete, and scans the garage. nothing moves.
he slips his gun into his belt and crouches, leveraging his fingers under the edge of the door. taehyung glances over his shoulder as jungkook grunts softly, straining. "need help?" he mutters.
jungkook tries again, pulling until his arms begin to tremble, and huffs as he leans back, lifting his torch and scanning the top of the door. the gears are rusted shut – worse than the door itself. old fungal growth crunches in the corner and the body collapsed in the corner is a jumble of bone, far past any danger of infection.
"we're not getting out this way," he replies quietly, rising to his feet and grabbing his gun. "we need to find another exit."
"what other exit?" taehyung asks. "the map gave us two, and neither is viable."
"yeah, hold on..." jungkook wracks his brain. the cold, damp, wet silence of the lot isn't helping, and he keeps spotting movement in the corner of his eyes that vanishes when he looks over. rippling water and the flash of eyes smooth out once he squints in its direction. he worries his lower lip between his teeth.
his eyes widen. "maintenance. there might be a maintenance tunnel we could use, or some sort of back entry for stock and shipments. it wouldn't be on the map but there’s bound to be one around."
"ah, por supuesto. we'd just have to head back up for that, get lucky and find a 'staff only' door that isn't locked up, actually leads to something, and not get swarmed by those damn runners while doing it all,” he states with a sarcastic edge, his jaw taut. something slinks past his shoulder and he whips around, aiming down the sights at disturbed water. his torchlight catches the flash of a desiccated hand and the edge of a blossoming fungal flower around the corner of a pillar. a single vein of bioluminescence reflects in the water, then vanishes.
he inches back towards jungkook, his boots splashing with every shift. his eyes dart around. his grip tightens on his gun. “¡madres! i don’t think these fuckers are gonna leave us alone for much longer. they’re doing the creepy fucking thing with their heads. i‘m gonna have to start shooting soon and i don’t wanna see how many there really are.”
"we either go up, or..." jungkook's gaze swings over back the way they came, towards the submerged car. "i think i saw a door there. open. how much to bet that it's our maintenance tunnel?"
taehyung's eyes follow his. his shoulders slump. "we're gonna have to swim...?"
shrugging, jungkook steps in front of him and licks his lips. he reaches up, pulling his dark curls to the back of his head. "you'd rather deal with clickers, runners, and hunters – or stalkers?"
taehyung's lips tighten. after a beat, he trails after jungkook. "i fucking hate this..."
swimming is the easy part, even when the water exceeds the height of the doors. the hard part becomes evident once they find solid ground.
the stench assaults jungkook's senses. his eyes water from the stink of decay, like overripe fruit and something far worse. he covers his nose and mouth, but nothing blocks the foul odour of cadaverine in a hallway of fresh, rotting bodies.
there are no flies – most of the damage seems to have come from the rats that squeak and disappear into nooks and crannies the moment that torchlight shines on their fat little bodies. behind him, taehyung retches, coughing and leaning heavily against the damp wall.
jungkook inspects the bodies. some lay face-down as if they'd fallen while running. others sit up against the walls, a variety of rifles, machetes, and bats scattered near their hands. the grey skin seems to have sunken closer to the bone as if the muscles beneath had been sucked out. several chests have been torn open to reveal half-eaten innards.
jeans, jackets, hats. civilians. hunters, most likely, based on the size of the group.
without a word, jungkook grabs taehyung's arm and pulls him through the bodies lining the curving hallway. they begin to thin out once jungkook makes a few twists and turns, and the maze-like tunnels all look the same. jungkook only stops once he can open his mouth without gagging.
taehyung looks ill. his face is pale under the beam of the torch.
"that was a massacre," jungkook says. "it wasn't starvation – or thirst."
taehyung nods unsteadily. "there were so many... so many bodies."
"they were hunters, taehyung. they were bad people."
taehyung glances back the way they came. "i guess so..."
jungkook takes his arm again, leading the way as he searches for something to tell him where they are. the walls are slick with algae, and some tunnels have collapsed with the weight of the water. jungkook knows they're getting somewhere when the sound of trickling water begins to fade.
at last, after several inclines, a set of steps, and several ducks through broken walls, the walls begin to dry, and the air smells fresher. hope sparks in his chest and taehyung feels it, too, hurrying forward in front of jungkook.
they turn a corner. the tunnel opens up into a dead end.
jungkook sighs, turning back to retrace their steps and try another route. but taehyung, ever the optimist, surges forward and inspects the walls closely, pressing his hands to the cold concrete. he squints upwards, following a series of rusted copper pipes.
"hey, jungkook."
he pauses. "what?"
"i think there's an opening up here, but i can't reach it. can you boost me?"
"an opening?" he doubles back. "where?"
taehyung points. over a shallow ledge, a darker section of shadow retreats into the wall. "boost me up, brother."
jungkook laces his fingers together and braces against the wall. taehyung isn't heavy, but he's still soaked thoroughly, and the wet slide of denim makes jungkook grimace. taehyung feels it, cursing in spanish as he shuffles along the narrow ledge.
he slides off his backpack. "hey, hold my bag. i need the space. be careful with that – it’s my baby."
“damn, i’ll catch it, alright? no need to get your knickers in a twist.”
“será mejor que sí,” taehyung mutters to himself. his hand vanishes into the hole but stops abruptly, sliding along what seems like a wall – until he gives a hard shove, and the wall creaks and gives way.
taehyung's face scrunches as he presses both hands against it, managing to shove his arms around the corner. he pulls, and it slides with a scrape.
pale light sneaks through the gap.
"hey, we're getting somewhere," taehyung pants, shaking out his hands as he draws them back through the hole. "catch me if i fall, okay? this pretty face deserves to live."
he grips the edge of the ledge and drops his body over it, then swings his legs up on his other side. he sits up, hooking his hands around the edges of the hole he'd cleared, and pushes his weight against his feet, planted firmly on the blockage. slowly but surely, it gives, and with a final grunt of effort, taehyung creates a gap large enough to squeeze through.
"et voilà, or whatever," he laughs breathlessly. "gimme my bag. my gun's in it."
he snatches it out of the air, hugging it to his chest and sighing in relief. "thank god, you're safe. my precious baby. if anyone steals you, i’ll unleash hell on ‘em."
he stuffs it through the gap and follows it, slipping most of his body through but turning onto his stomach halfway through. he lowers a hand. "i hope you're not as heavy as you look, ese. otherwise, i might have to leave you behind."
"like hell you will," jungkook scoffs, stepping back for a run-up and catching his hand. "get out of the way and shove that thing a little more."
"yeah, yeah." he disappears, and now that jungkook's close, he can tell that it's wood – some sort of cupboard or drawer. "ugh, heavy piece of shit... can you fit your ass through that?"
"i think so."
for once in his life, he's right. he blinks, his eyes adjusting to the light, and notices he's in an apartment: old, stained, but dry and clean. the kitchen is full of food supplies, plus a camping stove – jungkook pulls out his gun.
"check the bathroom. i'll take the bedroom," taehyung mutters, following jungkook's lead.
the bathroom has been modified, jungkook notices. a tank of water rests on a few sturdy planks, its tap facing down into the shower, and an empty bucket sits under it. the mirror above the sink is cracked and dirty at the seams, but wiped down enough to see his reflection for the first time in a week.
dirt, mud, and old blood stain his clothes. his skin, golden-brown, looks surprisingly clean – that dip in the parking garage did wonders. the only thing he has to worry about now is the potential for worms that eat his eyeballs.
he exits the bathroom at the same time taehyung returns with a fresh outfit, rubbing down his hair furiously with a t-shirt. the clothes are too large – his raised arms reveal his thin hips and the tight belt he has to use on the jeans. he'd been skin and bones when they first crossed each other's paths, and jungkook didn't want to ask why.
"there're enough for you, too," he says when he spots jungkook, "in the wardrobe. i took dibs on the leather jacket; i hope you don't mind."
"it better not smell like corpses," jungkook replies wryly, peeking into the bedroom. it's small, with a bed and a cabinet. the cabinet has the distinctive shape of the bottom of a television printed into its wood from the sun.
he opens the wardrobe, not expecting much. it's hard to find practical clothes that fit, and every year, it's even harder – not just the search, either. he remembers finding tiny onesies displayed at a memorial altar in a dirty, peach-coloured bedroom, with a faded mobile swinging above a crib. the candles were long dead, and the shattered photo frame of a woman and a little, pink-faced newborn sat central to it all.
he shakes his head, pulling on his still-damp boots. no time to think about that kind of thing.
"we're close to a q-z, did you know?" taehyung comments when jungkook emerges, dressed in a hoodie and a thick flannel jacket. he gazes out of the window, one leg swinging absently. "right there. you can see the lights."
"you can head there if you like. no idea if they won't just kill you on sight, but once you're in, the soldiers will do all the shooting for you."
"and fight over stupid ration cards?" taehyung clicks his tongue. "bullies and assholes, all of 'em. i'd rather get into a knife fight with a moose."
"you'd never win. do you know how fucking huge moose are?"
"no, man, it's easy. you just grab their antlers and hang on while you stick 'em in the eyes and go right for the brain."
jungkook scoffs, though it almost sounds like a laugh. taehyung quirks a smile, turning towards the quarantine zone once more. his face slackens, and he leans back against the window sill. "can we just... stay here for a while? i'm really tired, ese."
jungkook sighs. "we can't. especially not here. someone lives here, and i'm sure they won't take kindly to our presence. we'll be goldilocks, and based on the size of these clothes and how much food they have, i don't doubt that this person could take on a bear and win."
"imagine," taehyung chuckles, "you saying that, and then it is a tiny child you could punt like a football."
"yeah, there're no kids here."
they whip around, reaching for their weapons, but the man in front of them tilts his head, as if in challenge. in his hands, held low at his hip, is a military-standard twelve-gauge shotgun. he steps forward, blocking taehyung's backpack on the bench. "hi," he says without a smile. "you need to leave. right now."
"hey, carnal! ¿qué se te ofrece?" taehyung chuckles mirthlessly, eyeing his bag behind the stranger's heels. he raises his open hands. "i've got medicine. if you'll give me my shit, i'll give you a bottle of penicillin, and we'll be on our way."
jungkook tenses at taehyung's casual, almost threatening tone. the fucker has a shotgun out – it would rip through them like wet paper.
his gaze flickers between them. a shiny scar crosses the side of his face, trailing down into the collar of his jacket. "don't need it. why are you wearing my clothes?"
jungkook's heart drops like a stone. fuck! fuck fuck fuckity fuck! "let's just all relax." he lifts his hands slowly. "we're sorry for barging in. we got lost and this was the only exit we could find."
taehyung's eyes flit to the hole in the wall. he points, as if snitching on a misbehaving classmate. "did you know you had a hole there?"
the man moves the shotgun in his grasp, shifting into a more casual stance, almost friendly. jungkook closes his eyes.
they're going to die.
"i know," he says. "leads to the q-z. helps me smuggle shit in and out. you'd be amazed at the gold they'll give me for a pack of cigs."
"i would kill for a cigarette," taehyung sighs wistfully. "you wouldn't have one on hand, would you?"
the man glances between them, his tongue sliding over his front teeth. his lips twitch, nearly a smirk, and he kicks taehyung's bag back towards the bench in the kitchen. "come sit, you two. been a while since i had guests."
taehyung nudges jungkook when he moves past, keeping his hands in sight as he pulls out a chair in the kitchen. he places his palms on the table, widening his eyes emphatically at jungkook.
with a slow exhale, he obliges, taking the seat nearest to the stranger. he copies taehyung, clasping his hands loosely in front of him.
the man swings his bag off of his shoulder onto the bench, unzipping it. he sets his shotgun beside him, not taking his eyes off of them. "so, you're q-z people wanting out? still doesn't explain why you've stolen my clothes."
"we're not," jungkook replies. the man picks up a square white packet, plucking a single stick from it, and lights it with a steel lighter from the pocket of his jeans. the tip flares to life, burning bright orange, and he places it between his lips. "we're from out of town. didn't mean to get anywhere near here."
he pulls the cigarette away, exhaling a curling bloom of grey smoke. "and where did you mean to go? i'm pretty good at getting places i ain't supposed to be. i could help you."
he steps closer, extending the cigarette to taehyung. he eyes it and licks his lips nervously, but accepts it, placing it between his lips under the stranger's watchful eye. he nods, leaning back, and taehyung allows the bitterness of a fresh, proper cigarette to warm his lungs.
"just to the shopping centre nearby," jungkook explains. "we were looking for supplies, but a horde of infected cut us off. we found a tunnel and eventually ended up here."
his head tilts, and he crosses his arms. jungkook manages to retain eye contact despite his head shouting at him to submit and defer.
"you didn't happen across some hunters who were torn to pieces by a pack of clickers, did you?"
they glance at each other in alarm. jungkook's hands itch for that cigarette. "we... did. we heard it happen from the pharmacy."
the man hums. "you're not here to join the q-z, you're not here to escape the q-z, and you're not about to try to kill me for my shoes. i've made worse acquaintances. either of you fancy a can of bacon for dinner?"
"i might kill you for your shoes," taehyung butts in, taking another drag from the cigarette. "we could be hunters."
the man chuckles, and it's a surprisingly nice sound. it's melodic and warm. "hunters don't come in twos, and they certainly don't try to bargain as a first plan of action. now – bacon?"
they swap a glance, and jungkook notices the hesitance in taehyung's expression. hesitance means doubt, and doubt means that some part of him wants that bacon.
jungkook responds eventually: "sure. we'll take it." his eyes flicker again to taehyung, and he cracks his knuckles one by one to soothe his nerves. "you wouldn't be able to spare a drink, would you? my, uh, companion – he could use some water."
if he blinked, he'd have missed the slight shine in the man's eyes as he turns away. "yes, of course. here."
he tosses a water bottle taehyung's way, who catches it with the cigarette between his lips. hastily, he passes it to jungkook, barely getting all of the smoke out of his lungs before he chugs the water, sculling half of it in one breath. he pants softly, closing his eyes.
"you too, ponytail." a mug slides towards jungkook. "i don't have another bottle, but the water's safe."
he doesn't even stop to think. his paranoia lies silent at the sight of water, and it flows down his gullet before another thought passes through his mind.
it's been days since he last tasted clean water. it's the best thing in the world – better than cigarettes, better than bacon – and he feels its effects immediately, clearing his mind and making it easier to formulate his thoughts. it no longer feels like an effort to string together a sentence.
it's almost like a drug. when he comes to, he notices the man staring at him with an unreadable expression.
he reaches out. jungkook's body doesn't flinch, as if it knows, intimately and intrinsically, that he means no harm.
his callused thumb brushes a trail of water from his chin. his touch lingers, as if trying to figure him out – trying to find familiarity in the unknown.
he pulls away. "sorry. you... look like someone i knew."
it's a while before jungkook finds his voice. "oh," he whispers. he clears his throat, sitting up. "it's fine. we've all lost people we loved." he lifts his gaze, finding the stranger already looking back at him.
he seems to snap out of it, pushing himself off of the bench. he opens the cupboard and takes down a couple of cans of food, placing them on the table. "take these with you. if there's nothing else you need, you should take the north exit. patrols don't take that path and i cleared it out a few days ago, so you shouldn't encounter much for the first few miles. keep north and you should be out of the city before nightfall."
"thank you," taehyung says after a moment, glancing at jungkook when he doesn't say a word. he's staring at the man as if he's seen a ghost. "thanks for the food and water. and the cigarette." jungkook is still holding it. "we'll get out of your hair. ahem. you coming?"
his gaze snaps to taehyung's. he hurries out of the seat. "uh, right. yeah."
he extends the cigarette. the stranger takes it with a dip of his chin. he places it between his teeth, and the end burns brightly in the thin afternoon light.
as they take the front door, something buried deep and unmoveable in jungkook's psyche tugs at his will. he pauses. he turns, watching as the man puffs a perfect smoky ring into the air. it twists and curls before dissipating.
his lips part.
it slips past his teeth, your name. your name, like candied cherries – like round ice cubes, like sugary fruit jellies, a bittersweet novelty he dreams of each night.
you gaze at him with eyes of glass: eyes of stained glass, the towering panes of martyrs and patron saints – shattered, cracked with neglect and smothered by cold, grim nights.
but, when morning inevitably rises, the remnants of colour paint the pews with the glow of the sun, and jungkook is struck by every poetic, shallow, beautiful thing you have ever made him feel.
your eyes narrow, and the ashes from the butt of the cigarette flutter down to rest on the stone countertop as you stand straighter. "what'd you say?"
"jungkook," taehyung hisses through his teeth. "what are you doing?"
"that's your name," jungkook says quietly, stepping closer, "isn't it... hyung?"
your eyes flicker over his face – his eyelids, his nose, his jawline, the crease at the corner of his mouth and the soft upward tilt of the corners of his lips.
your thumb strokes the outline of his jaw, and he feels the tremble against his skin. he closes his eyes, pressing your palm to his cheek. the soft sound of your sharp inhale tugs at his heart.
"you're alive," you whisper hoarsely, raking your gaze over him, again and again, to carve his image into the back of your eyelids. the pale scar on his cheek is still there. "all this time, i – i thought—"
"it's okay, hyung," he sniffles, his eyes stinging. he throws his arms around you and you crash into each other, fingers digging painfully into each other's shoulders – flesh and bone, warm and beating. "you made it, too. we both made it. i'm so proud of us."
you close your eyes, burying your nose into his neck. he smells like sweat and effort, and his damp hair is full of grit. but he's warm and real, trembling in your arms as if you're ten years old all over again.
"my jungkook, my little jungkook," you murmur, chanting his name like a prayer, your lips pressed against his skin. you chuckle, and your eyes are damp. "not so little anymore, huh?"
he giggles wetly, his smile wobbling, and shakes his head. "'m always your kookie, hyung. 'm always your protector – i promised, didn't i?"
"you did," you exhale shakily, learning the new shape of him, where his shoulders align and where his face best fits against your neck. "my fierce little hero... i'm so glad you're home."
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jungkook stares down at you, watching the even rise and fall of your chest with soft eyes. he cups your cheek in his palm, his lips twitching up as you lean into it unconsciously. his smile fades as he traces the outline of the burns trailing up your neck and lower jaw, ending just shy of the corner of your eye. the skin is soft and shiny, stretched with the years gone by.
he should have fought harder to stay with you.
in the corner of the room, sitting up between two cabinets, taehyung quietly refills his clips, sorting out the ammo they managed to come across. you had shared your stocks with them, and they'd been amazed at how much was stacked up in your wardrobe – apparently, trading for bullets was one of your main systems of barter.
"you should be sleeping," taehyung says, snapping the filled magazine into his handgun. he reaches for his bolt-action rifle, emptying the chamber. "i said that i'd take first watch."
"i don't feel tired," jungkook murmurs, brushing your hair from your lashes. "you can rest, if you want. i just..." he draws in a shaky breath, reaching down for your hand. he grips it, the slender tendons in his hand tensing and shifting. "i want to make sure he's alright."
taehyung speaks up: "how do you know each other? was this before... before everything went to shit?" he lifts his eyes above the rifle. “he your boyfriend?”
jungkook strokes shapes into the soft skin between your thumb and forefinger. "i've known him since before i could talk. i always loved him – but puberty makes everything weird, you know?" he chuckles to himself. "we weren't dating. not really. i was fourteen and scared of my own shadow, and i trusted the wrong people. they took me away from him and forbade i ever try to see him again, 'cause he wasn't one of us. they said they'd kill him if i tried. i thought i'd gained a family, but all i did was lose the only person i had left."
absently, he plays with your hair. touching you, feeling the warmth of your breath and the solid weight of your body, is the only way he can prove to himself that he isn't haunted by dreams of you.
"he's my everything," he whispers, his lips barely moving. his smile trembles and he lowers his head, pressing the backs of your knuckles against his lips and forehead. "my everything..."
your fingers squeeze his – gently, firmly. "don't blame yourself, hero. you did what you thought was right."
"i thought i could protect you," he sniffles. "i saw how they treated you, hyung. if – if i had a gun, if i had friends, i could get you out of there. but you were – you were hurt, i wasn't strong enough to carry you, i had no idea how to care for you... so i just... i just..."
out of the corner of your eye, the shadow of a man moves quietly out of the room. the door is no more – he moves into the kitchen, as far away from the bedroom as possible.
you hush him gently, sitting up. your knees cage his, and he feels small – tiny, young. as if everything bad will disappear if he hugs you hard enough. your lips nudge his cheek, warm and softer than he'd imagine. the scar shifts when you smile, so familiar that it aches like a bullet, but you no longer wince, no longer buckle under the pain.
he turns his face towards you like a flower to the sun. he slips his fingers around your nape, guiding your lips to his.
he's never kissed anyone before. it's never been a priority, what with all the infected chasing his guts. but, god, how he's thankful you are his first.
he's messy, awkward, bumping noses and clicking teeth. you tilt your head and pull him into you, his ear bordered by your thumb and forefinger. the lobe still has the tiny pockmark of an earring long gone – he'd been so excited, beaming with pride at the fact that he could now partake in his mother's morning ritual of choosing what silver matches which shirt.
you part, panting softly against each other's lips. the faint pale light filling the room illuminates him like a ghost – a memory, blurred around the edges.
you chuckle softly, stroking his cheek. the pad of your thumb swipes gently over his lower lip. "you really stink."
he laughs, giving your wrists a brief squeeze. "sorry. swam through shit to get here."
you lift a brow. "actual shit?"
"i fucking hope not."
you grin, taking the point of his chin between your fingers and bringing him to your lips once more. he sighs into it, fingers curling tightly in your thin grey shirt. your jacket is heavy around his shoulders, and feels kinder, warmer, than what he chose out of your wardrobe. he doesn't know why – you've certainly worn that jacket before, and he knew it belonged to you. he doesn't know why stealing things off of your back makes him feel more loved than stealing things off of your shelf.
"do you remember?" he whispers. "when we were little?"
"what about it?"
he bathes in your presence, your warmth. your hands are rough and callused, covered in scar tissue, but so are his. both of you have been through hell and back to stand where you are now. but where that is? it's together, standing in the same building, the same room, breathing the same fucked-up air that likes to carry extinction on its back.
"we promised we'd protect each other, forever and ever," he hums, linking his fingers with yours. he compares hand sizes with a soft smile. "well, i promised, at least. you might've just said it to stop me from throwing a tantrum. i'd like to keep that promise... if you'd let me."
"jungkook..."
"i know, i know," he interrupts hastily, "you don't want me to get hurt. but it's the end of the fucking world – if we're all gonna die, i'd rather die beside you than with that idiot outside. i don't even know spanish. i don't think he knows that."
"you took two years of french, you can guess," you snicker good-naturedly. "but, if you need it, i am here. here is an offer – why don't you ask the kid outside to join me and you? you seem to trust him and he's got balls of steel, talking like that to someone pointing a shotgun at their chest. i could, well, teach you my ways."
"your ways?" he tilts his head. "smuggling, you mean?"
you shrug. "it's definitely better than being a scav and surviving on moss and tree bark. if you really wanna leave – well, i won't stop you. but i'm not letting you out of my damn sight. might run off on me again."
"i won't run," he promises, placing a kiss on the curve of your throat. "and i'll only tell taehyung your offer if you can get him to stop talking like he does. he says the same phrases in spanish all the time, and i'm never closer to understanding what they mean."
you nudge his shoulder. "you call me 'hyung' all the time, hero. bit hypocritical, don't you think?"
he lets out a dismissive noise. "yeah, okay..."
"that's what i thought. now be a dear and go offer him a place to stay. you'll be in danger of getting shot at a little more, but the payoff's pretty good. i haven't had to worry about running out of ammo since i began, and quite a number of people are willing to trade their rations."
he smacks your shoulder as he stands. "so that's how you haven't yet been whittled down to a stick. you promise people the impossible."
"not impossible." you rise to your feet, following him. "i say i'll get them out of the city and i do. their survival beyond that is none of my concern."
he giggles softly, lacing your fingers together. "hard-ass. i like that in a man."
"yeah? i like a man who—"
an emphasised cough.
both of you turn. sitting on the windowsill, his boots rocking a chair back and forth on its hind legs, is taehyung. he lifts his hand to the cigarette between his lips. the end flares brightly in the dim room.
"so," he puffs through a cloud of smoke, "i take it that you've made up. or made out. both, probably." he turns towards jungkook. "you got a plan, brother? it's getting dark out."
briefly, jungkook goes over it with him. his eyes widen further with every sentence.
"smuggling? you want me to be discreet?" he asks. "that's like asking a fish to climb a tree. i don't think i can – i'm sorry. i'd just put both of you at risk."
"once upon a time, jungkook couldn't sleep without a nightlight, but now you tell me he's the one storming into flooded parking lots festering with stalkers. i'm sure i can get you to shut your mouth for an hour or two while we go trade with a couple of my people."
"we?" jungkook glances at you.
you cross your arms, lifting a shoulder. "you wanted to learn. just so happens that i have a deal lined up for later tonight with a few guys inside the q-z. it's easy," you tell them when they share a dubious glance. "i'm heading out at first light to deliver the package. consider tonight a taste of tomorrow – if you decide you want in."
"i'm with you until the end of time," jungkook murmurs, resting his head against your shoulder. "gross poetry coming from me, i know. but it's true."
you kiss his temple. he smiles into your shirt.
"ah, for fuck's sake, nos van a meter al bote," taehyung mutters. he flicks the short stump of the cigarette, drained as far as he dares, into the ashtray, stamping out the flame. "do they even arrest people anymore? or is it just a small-calibre to the head?"
you reach forward, catching the chair before it slips and falls. you right it, pushing it under the table. "i wouldn't know. i've never been arrested."
"but you've been in there, right?" taehyung gestures to the quarantine zone. "surely you've seen someone get cuffed, and not in a sexy way."
"the last time i was in one of them, i was a teenager," you say simply, "and confined to medical. you can trust me, taehyung – i've been doing this since forever. besides, would you rather die from a bullet to the brain or be torn apart by a pack of clickers?"
he mutters begrudgingly, "the former." he jumps to his feet, stretching high above his head until his back pops. "very well. you've got me. i'll be your third wheel, but promise me that any and all displays of affection will be kept private – or at least in a corner that i am not in. ¿queda claro?"
"yes, it's clear," you say, amused. "alrighty, then – grab only what you'd need to protect yourself in case we're cornered. the rest you can leave behind, and i promise that it'll be here when we return."
while taehyung empties his backpack, swapping his rifle for a fine-looking machete he'd found in your room, you take jungkook by the hands, pressing your forehead against his. he hums softly, closing his eyes.
"i've missed you like hell," he whispers, stroking the delicate skin of your inner elbow. "i feel like i can do anything, now."
"careful, hero," you chuckle, pressing your lips to his to relish in his beating, tangible solidness. "you might just burn the world to keep us warm."
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My husband was telling me how I can't cook for shit (I'm aggressively mediocre thank you) so I'm just looking for some fluffy Sanji and reader having late night ice cream after a shitty day
A/N IMPORTANT: Hello Anon. I'm so sorry you had a bad day. I am personally a mediocre cook and impress myself to be able to keep myself alive. But you manage to keep yourself and your husband and that I find it amazing even with that he said. I honestly would love to eat everything you would cook for me. I tried to bring you confort in that little storie, I hope it will work and that you will have more sunny days ahead of you love.
Ice cream
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* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.
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The Merry Going was sailing on the Grand Line water, the night enveloping it as dark as ink, as tenebrous as your mood.
Sit in the kitchen, lost in your thoughts, your mind replaying every detail of that shitty day, you sigh, burying your face in your hand.
“ Y/N, I didn’t know you were awake, I saw the light. Everythings is okay ma cherie ? “ Sanji asked, entering the kitchen in a simple blue t-shirt and cotton pants.
The cook definitely already knew why you were still awake at almost the middle of the night. After all, he had been at the first lodge to see you mostly align disaster after disaster. But, as a good friend ( and maybe more) he wanted you to open up to him and prepared himself to listen.
“ Sanji I'm so sorry for today” You told him, embarrassment coloring your cheeks at the memories of the oven on fire and the knife slipping off your hand to plant itself on the floor.
“ Is that what it’s about ? Give me a minute love, I think we will need something strong to help you“ In an instant the blond cook was busy behind the counter, preparing something you couldn’t see from your place.
Expecting a cocktail with some of Zoro’s alcohol or tiny glasses ready to make you roll under the table after a few minutes. You couldn’t help yourself to smile when Sanji simply put in front of you a bowl of ice cream covered with all your favorite garnish to his knowledge .
Traveling to the banket to sat at your side, putting his own bowl alongside yours, he softly smiled at you.
“ Ice cream are made to make shitty days less merdique* love. So now please, talk to me” Sanji asked you, listening to all your concerns and misadventures of the day. * Shitty
When you finish talking, taking an spoonful of the savory and sweet cold cream, you look at the blond, his head into his hand, suspended to your lips.
“ Well, chérie, I second it was indeed a day to forget and drown in ice cream. For the kitchen part, I had passed by that darling, I wasn’t born the best cook of the east blue. But, you have other qualities where you are the best, and if you have a real interest in cooking, then nothing is better than practice and learn new knowledge. Kitchen fires happen to the best of us.”
Nodding of the head, taking another bite, feeling your mind taking a rest, you gently put your head on Sanji's shoulder.
“ Thank you “ You said.
“ You’re welcome darling, I will have ice cream with you every time you need.” Sanji replied, putting his head against yours.
You stay a little bit longer in the kitchen, your ice cream turning into a sugary soup, as the blond was sharing with you his most embarrassing kitchen faux pas and you contribute with your most successful accomplishment.
Your day may be shitty, but you knew that from that day, a bowl of ice cream and a good conversation would always be waiting for you in the kitchen.
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Beautiful Strangers with the Sun in their Eyes
Characters: Malleus Draconia.
Genre: Platonic Fluff, Friendship.
Summary: Wherein the random number you dialed one night belonged to no other than the housewarden of Diasomnia.
Warnings:
GN!Reader. The title refers to the pairing.
Malleus is nicknamed Angel. Reader is nicknamed Aurora and is talented in singing.
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You were sixteen when you formed an unexpected friendship with a stranger over the phone, only to name him Angel.
It happened past midnight, one of those times where you had trouble falling asleep.
Out of boredom and loneliness, you decided to dial a random number, having a desperate need to talk to someone to pass time.
On the tenth ring, the person picked up the call.
You expected curse words, an enraged voice, but nothing came.
After seven minutes of silence, you almost dropped the call when the person on the other line finally spoke up.
The stranger was a young man. His voice was slightly deep and calm, greeting you with a timid “good morning”.
Although the sky was still dark, it was technically morning since it was already 3 AM.
He didn’t call you crazy for dialing an unknown number. Instead, he wondered why you were still awake at a very late hour.
You told him that for unknown reasons, you needed a stranger to vent to.
You were expecting a sarcastic comment or a mocking laugh from him, but surprisingly, in a patient and gentle tone he said,
“Go on and pour your heart out. I’m all ears.”
So you did.
After venting for nearly twenty minutes, he told you not to hesitate to give him a call next time if you needed someone to listen to your deep thoughts in the dead of the night.
You expressed your heartfelt gratitude to him for having the patience to listen to you.
You were a mere stranger. Yet he took his time to pause his world to listen to things that didn’t concern him.
He chuckled softly in response, assuring you that he was glad to be able to make you feel better.
★ —
Malleus was watching the sun setting down the horizon when his phone rang.
Seeing the name Aurora on his slightly broken screen, he answered the call with a smile tugging his lips.
Twelve weeks had gone by since he received that random call from a certain lovely stranger.
They would call Malleus during their free time and vice versa, asking each other about their day, and discussing anything interesting.
They never asked each other’s names, so Malleus gave them the nickname Aurora because it perfectly suited them and they simply radiated sunshine vibes.
“Hello, Angel.” Came your cheerful voice on the other line.
“Good evening, Aurora.” Malleus greeted, his tone serene and at ease every time he talked to you.
“I hope I’m not bothering you.”
“Not at all, my friend. I’m admiring the sunset outside the library.”
“What a coincidence! I’m also watching the sunset through the window of my dorm room.”
Malleus laughed lightly.
A short silence ensued, and then all of the sudden you started singing.
Like the outside of the window of the car we used to ride
Everything around me is looking like a blur, moving fast
We must have followed the speed of the car without realizing
Though honestly it seems to have stopped in the past
That’s always the time for me, I hope it never fades out
Unfamiliar eyes as each one goes through their own path
Our gazes may reach each other as we go
Even in the silence, our voices will reach each other
Malleus found himself smiling brightly at the sound of your sweet singing.
The lyrics was dreamy, matching your melodious and soothing voice.
He relished this rare moment, feeling blessed to experience having someone serenading him over the phone.
Such a rare and beautiful moment indeed.
Once your singing came to an end, Malleus fluttered his eyes open, a little lost in a daze.
“You have a wonderful voice.” He remarked, sincere and honest.
“Thank you.” you giggled. “Do you sing too?”
“I do.” Malleus hummed in response.
“I would love to hear you sing one day.”
“It would be an honor to serenade you.”
“I'd like to meet you one day. If you don’t mind of course.”
“Oh, you have no idea how much I’ve been wishing to meet you. I really want to know who you are.” Malleus exclaimed, heart racing in excitement.
“Same here, Angel.” you remarked joyfully before bidding him good night.
“Good night, Aurora.” Malleus echoed before dropping the call, his happy smile unwavering.
★ —
Taking a deep breath and shaking your little anxiety away, you descended the stage, confident and head held high.
The crowd in the Mostro Lounge went quiet, their gazes fixed on you as they anticipated one of your spectacular performances.
Ever since the housewarden of Octavinelle caught you singing in the courtyard a few months ago, he asked you personally to hire you as a singer in the lounge.
Without second thoughts, you happily accepted Azul’s offer.
As you settled down on the stool, you held your guitar in a perfect position and adjusted the microphone to your level.
You gave the crowd of listeners and viewers a stunning smile which never failed to make them swoon over you.
Then slowly shutting your eyes, you started singing with all your heart.
I know time will tell
You know, we will keep walking and following the star
We were someone’s dream, we don’t forget each other
I am always by your side, you must know that
Sometimes I think of when our reality felt like a dream
I worry about the seagull that always laughed for us
Even if we ride the same boat, you are alone in a different ocean
But I will continue to always be the lighthouse you can rely on
I’ll be your home (I’ll be your home, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, I’ll be your home
From a booth far away from the audience, Malleus sang along with the mysterious performer, earning him a surprised look from Lilia and shocking glances from his two devoted bodyguards.
The song wasn’t from Twisted Wonderland, so how come he was humming along perfectly as if he had listened to it a thousand times?
“Malleus, my young prince, how do you know this foreign song? Did the Ramshackle Prefect teach it to you?”
“No, they aren’t the one who taught me this song.”
“Then who—”
Lilia was cut off mid sentence when the prince suddenly let out a quiet gasp, bright green eyes growing wide in astonishment as if he was realizing something.
Of course he knew that song. It was the same song that a certain someone had been singing to him for the past twelve weeks every time he couldn’t sleep.
That soothing voice. It belonged to no other than you, the beautiful stranger whom he often conversed with on the phone, his kindhearted friend whom he calls Aurora.
Malleus stood up from his seat, slowly approaching the stage, and then his voice boomed through the Mostro Lounge.
“Aurora!” He called out. “It’s you isn’t it?”
It wasn’t a shout, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear.
You stopped playing the guitar, setting it aside before you hopped off the stage and ran to Malleus.
Although the two of you never described how you looked like, you and Malleus felt a sense of familiarity as you stared fondly at one another.
Everything about you shone radiantly. You radiated light, hope, warmth and serenity.
You were indeed deserving of the endearing nickname Aurora.
Malleus couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, and the next thing you knew, you were engulfed in his embrace.
People stared shockingly at the scene in front of them.
Malleus Draconia, the crown prince of Briar Valley and the ever powerful and fearful housewarden of Diasomnia was hugging you, the other magicless resident of Ramshackle and dorm mate of Grim and the prefect.
Gasps, murmurs and whispers filled the lounge, but you and Malleus ignored them.
“Yes, it’s me, Angel.” you breathed in, smiling as you hugged him tightly.
★ —
“My name is (…) by the way.” you said, sunlit eyes shining dazzlingly.
“I’m Malleus Draconia.” Malleus repeated your name affectionately before he introduced himself with a warm, sunny smile etched on his face.
“Oh my,” you giggled. “Who would’ve thought the owner of the number I randomly dialed two months ago belonged to the great housewarden of Diasomnia.”
You didn’t personally know each other, but you knew him nonetheless.
You unknowingly passed by each other in the school hallways, and you hear students talking about him from time to time.
However, you didn’t have any idea that he was the same person you often talked with on the phone.
His voice sounded different in person, and Malleus never heard yours since you were always hanging out somewhere with Ace and Deuce or busy working in the Mostro Lounge whenever Malleus visited the prefect at night.
“I’m happy to meet you at last.” Malleus outstretched his hand, and you simply took it in yours, swinging it back and forth in a gentle manner.
“We finally found each other.” you gave him a fond smile as you exited the lounge, hand in hand.
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Hello!
Nice writing btw
I saw you write ST fanfics and i was thinking Steve Harrington and female reader. One of them receiving comfort. I don't really know how, but i need sweet comfort right now so bad. It could be just platonic or romantic, that's on you honey.
Thank you! Don't forget us the Stranger Things Fanfiction readers please!
Hi Hun! I hope you're having a great day. I write ST fanfics indeed, and I am glad you have requested me this, I tried my best and I hope you'll like it!
It's you | Steve Harrington x Reader
Words: 1.6 k
Warnings: Typical ST
Desperate, you were tossing and turning in bed once more. After over a month without proper sleep, you'd think that at the first chance to crash in your own bed, you'd catch some sleep and be out like a light for at least the next eight or nine hours (heck, even more if you could admit it shamelessly). But nope, all you could do at that moment was lie awake with the sheets tangled around your legs and unable to catch any shut-eye.
You'd say it was possibly the worry and adrenaline of the past days that were causing your insomnia now, but it didn't make sense. It wasn't the first time you had gone through stressful moments like this, though it was the first time it had been this horrible. You looked up at the ceiling of your room in frustration. Some strands of your hair fell onto your mouth, and you removed them with an annoyed huff.
Perhaps you had already gotten used to crashing in uncomfortable spots. Like the cold hard basement floor of the Wheelers, a month and a half ago, when you and your friends were trying to figure out the reason behind the sudden deaths of teens in the town. Everyone was pointing fingers at Eddie Munson, but of course, it wasn't him. You decided to crash at the Wheeler's because it was basically the HQ, since the Byers had gone and Hopper had died… or so it was supposed.
That night you were taking turns to watch over Maxine, who had been chased by another creature from the Upside Down more wicked than the previous one (yep, that was possible). You were on duty along with Dustin and Steve. Dustin had been yammering and ribbing Steve about almost everything that came out of his mouth; poor guy had no choice, he was too clueless and Dustin too slick. Eventually, the dude had crashed out and was snoring, head on Steve's leg, whose back was against a wall next to you.
"I think he's still annoying even when he's asleep," Steve whispered with an amused grin, watching Dustin snore.
You chuckled softly.
"You can say whatever you want, but you love him," you replied.
Steve looked at you and grinned with warmth in his eyes.
"Just don't spill the beans. I like making him think he's a pain in the ass" he whispered back.
You let out a giggle.
"You're doing a good job," you commented after a few beats of silence. Steve looked at you somewhat puzzled, and then you added: "With Dustin, I mean. He doesn't have older siblings, and he doesn't have a present father. You're just the man he needs"
Steve looked at the kid curled up next to him.Next morning, when he woke up, he would surely deny that he had used Steve as a pillow.
"Yeah. Actually, if you had told me a few years ago that I would be babysitting a bunch of thirteen-year-olds, I would have laughed it off.”
"Yeah, 'cause fighting interdimensional creatures is nothing out of the ordinary," you teased. "But I'm for real. It's definitely cool”
"Yeah, totally cool for King Steve," he said sarcastically.
You scoffed in response, rolling your eyes at the same time.
"Forget it," you muttered. "It’s so bogus seeing that you're always comparing yourself. You're exponentially a better person than you used to be, yet you're always comparing yourself to who you used to be.”
Steve leaned his head against the wall, thoughtful, looking up at the ceiling and making a gesture with his mouth, as if playing with his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and then nodded. "Yeah. Just… are there things you regret and just can't forget?" he asked.
You let out a heavy sigh and nodded.
"Dang. All the time," you admitted. "I mean… I dated Giles Bukowsky.”
"Yeah, that's really bad," he agreed. "But I publicly dissed Nancy at the town movie theater," he retorted with sarcasm.
You gave him an uncomfortable smile, showing all your teeth.
"Okay. That takes the cake, definitely. Although at the party I threw at home when the basketball team won the final, Tommy and Carol trashed my folks' bed. Plus, someone tagged 'Steve was here' on the wall of the main bathroom with pee"
Steve snorted.
" I. Did. Not. Do. That," he defended himself. "What bonehead would write their own name at the crime scene?”
"You were totally blitzed. That night you crashed by the pool, and I didn't realize it until dawn. I found you almost with hypothermia and one hand in the pool. I think you also wet yourself, but who knows, it could have been the water" you laughed somewhat regretfully. "I'm sorry, I know it wasn't funny.”
"Nah, it was kinda funny," he said back while laughing softly. "Who would've thought, huh? Going from sharing wild bashes in high school to this… " he murmured looking around.
"Yeah," you agreed. "I can't believe it either," you admitted, yawning and hiding the gesture behind your hand, laughing embarrassed. "Sorry.”
Steve watched you sideways.
"Hey. You can rest a little. You haven't caught any sleep at all.”
You shook your head.
"Neither have you. It's our turn to watch over Max," you reminded him, checking the wristwatch hanging on your wrist. "Plus, we only have half an hour left before waking up Nancy and Robin," you added, raising your gaze to look at him.
Steve had also turned to look at you, and you were very close. You were aware of your shoulders touching his, as well as your legs next to each other. Steve had one of his hands on his thighs, and you did too, so the tips of your fingers brushed almost imperceptibly against his. You lowered your gaze, somewhat embarrassed, but you didn't move. Steve didn't either, and you both remained in comfortable silence until the shift ended. Even after that, you stayed together in the same place.
"Remember Peabo's party where you did karaoke, and you sang so off-key that all the dogs in his neighborhood howled at the same time? It was so cool!”
You let out an almost silent laugh and covered your mouth not to disturb the rest.
"Dork," you lightly hit him. “You can say it; you sing like a dream.”
Steve frowned.
"I don't sing well," he defended himself, as if somehow what you said to him was an insult.
"You do. I remember the year Risky Business came out, and you were obsessed with Old Time Rock and Roll. You sang it almost all day. And you always sang in tune.”
Steve looked surprised.
" You remember that?”
You laughed.
" It wasn't long ago and you were in almost every hallway conversation. Besides, do you remember Peabo's karaoke, right?”
Steve smiled.
"Yeah, but that's because traumas are not easily forgotten,” he joked.
You stared at him and hit him again, this time a little harder, but it made him laugh. At some point, both fell asleep, unconsciously resting your head on Steve's shoulder and Steve his temple on your head.
It wasn't the first time they had been each other's pillows during the strange nights that followed that one in the Wheelers.
"You can't get up" you scolded him a few days later when they were resting on the floor of Max's house.
You had been practically sucked into the Upside Down at Lover's Lake and had returned very injured.
Steve had taken the worst of it. He had been violently attacked by bat-like winged creatures. Now you were somewhat demoralized; Nancy had also been attacked there, although that attack had been somewhat different.
"We need to get weapons, we have to go back…" he tried to get up, but you stopped him.
"Hey, hey. I just changed those bandages and cleaned your wounds. Have a little more respect, okay? " you asked, gently pushing him back to the floor again, and he rested his head on your lap.
He was somewhat dirty and sweaty, but you didn't care. You were all dirty and sweaty, but alive, and that was good.
“We can't waste time; we have…”
You rolled your eyes and interrupted him.
"What, rest? Yes. We need to rest a bit, we can't go back there exhausted. A sleeping soldier is a fallen soldier" you added. "Besides, where will you get weapons at four in the morning? We should rest a bit, and in the morning, we'll go buy them" you assured him, unconsciously running one of your hands over Steve's forehead, wiping away a trace of mud from your skin and arranging the wet hair falling over your face.
"You're not doing well either. You should rest too.”
"I just scraped my knee, and one of those things pulled my pants," you observed, showing the hem of your jeans. "I'll leave it like this; it gives it style, right? Eddie said it's metal.”
Steve chuckled and then winced in pain.
"Uh," you murmured, seeing his furrowed brow in discomfort. "No amount of fighting training could get you ready for something like this, right? But for being unarmed, you were very brave.”
"You shouldn't have gone down there. None of us should have done it," he spoke wearily.
"Yeah, we agree on that. None of us should have done it," you accepted. "But you wanted to be the hero once again. Did you think we were going to let you take the spotlight as always? No-oh. We're not in school anymore.”
"Believe me, I know," he murmured, making a pained face. "How are the kids?”
You leaned your back against the wall.
"Nancy is taking a bath. Robin is raiding Max's fridge with Dustin and Lucas. Max is… in her room listening to music. Eddie's asleep, of course," you glanced down at Steve. "You should do the same.”
"What about you?”
You smiled.
"I will too. A little bit.”
Steve nodded in agreement and closed his eyes. You stroked his hair rhythmically until you made sure he had fallen asleep, then, still with Steve's head resting on your lap, you leaned your head back against the wall, closed your eyes, and slept deeply for the next three hours.
After that, you spent several days without sleeping properly. You had fought and suffered losses. Max was hooked up to a machine in Hawkins' chaotic hospital, and they hadn't even had time to retrieve Eddie's body from the other dimension for a proper burial. Your eyes were on the letters of a book that Lucas had been reading to Max a few hours earlier. You knew "The Talisman" was a good book, and you didn't want to disrespect Stephen King and Peter Straub, but you were so tired that you didn't read anything, just rested your gaze on the pages while the vital signs monitor played the faint sound that miraculously, Max's heart kept beating.
"I was told you would be here tonight" Steve entered the room with two steaming cups of tea and handed you one.
You left the book on the table next to Max.
"Thank you" you settled into the chair and accepted the cup with a smile "I arrived an hour ago. It took me forty-five minutes to convince Lucas to go home. Erica had to help me.”
"Yeah, Dustin told me. We were at the school gym helping, and when I finished my shift, I came here. Do you mind if I join you tonight?" he asked somewhat insecurely.
That caught you by surprise. Steve Harrington wasn't someone insecure.
"So annoying…" you murmured sarcastically, rising from the seat and blowing on the tea as you rounded Max's bed and looked out the window "Don't you think the sky looks somewhat strange?”
"Considering that a few days ago there was a huge earthquake, and two different dimensions merged without anyone knowing…”
Steve responded as he walked towards you and stopped at the other end of the window.
You let out a little laugh.
"That's true" you turned towards Max and furrowed your brow worriedly "Do you think she'll wake up?”
Steve followed your gaze, and you realized he was also worried about Maxine.
"I don't know. All I know is that we've witnessed too many fantastic things to not believe that this is just impossible.”
Wise words from Steve Harrington.
Both spent the rest of the afternoon talking and talking to Max, even though they weren't sure if she was listening. Steve kept her updated on things that happened in her absence and explained that Lucas would be back soon. You had managed to get Lucas to go home and wouldn't see him until the next day. You were committed to spending the night there, even though you hated hospitals with your life. It was when the sun set that Steve started arguing with you.
"You've been standing all day helping at the school.”
"You've been taking care of Lucas, Max, and Erica " Steve put his hands on his hips.
That posture usually worked with girls but it wouldn't work with you. It took more than that gesture to convince you.
"That's not the same" you breathed, mimicking his posture.
Steve caught it, but it didn't seem to bother him.
"You're right about that. Taking care of the kids is exponentially harder than folding clothes and putting them in boxes for refugees.”
You rolled your eyes.
"We're not going to get anywhere, it seems”
Steve looked at the recliner and sighed.
"We can share it" he suggested.
You looked at him. It was true that the recliner was quite large, but was it big enough for both of them to occupy it at the same time? Eventually, you both decided to test the theory with a few attempts until you found the right position. You lay down on it and rested your head on his shoulder. It was strange, but it didn't feel uncomfortable. Both knew each other well enough to have the confidence to share some embarrassing parties, adventures against interdimensional beasts, and occasional impromptu sleepovers on camper floors, basements, and now on a hospital room recliner.
"Do you remember the name of that blonde girl I dated in seventh grade?”
You frowned, trying to remember. You and him weren't the best friends, but the buzz in school every time Steve started dating someone was so big that you soon found yourself keeping an almost involuntary and unconscious record of all of Steve's affairs.
"Kimmy Scott? " Steve nodded "What about her?”
"I don't know, she's one of the girls who disappeared"
after the earthquake the other day, and I just thought about it”
You let out a sigh and looked at the ceiling.
"How many kids disappeared and are probably dead?" you asked "We know they are, and their families will always be looking for them”
Suddenly, you felt one of Steve's hands embrace your lower back. Maybe it was your idea, but for a few seconds, you thought he was pressing you against him. You heard your heart pounding hard under your chest and felt it rise and fall with your breathing. You closed your eyes and slept deeply that night.
That's why you were so ticked now. Everything was in your favor tonight; you were in your bed, the sheets were comfortable, and there was no place more familiar than your own room. You were alone, and there was no noise tonight, yet, dang it, you couldn't sleep.
Finally, you went down to the kitchen and nuked some milk with cinnamon. As you climbed the stairs, you were halfway up when you heard the doorbell, and somewhat flustered, you stopped still, with the cup in your hand. You began to descend slowly and approached the door cautiously, putting your right eye to the peephole, and could see Steve's profile in the darkness. You turned on the light and opened the door. Steve's eyes stopped at yours. He looked scared, like when you shone a car's headlights directly at a little rabbit. Unintentionally, your heart began to pump frantically in your chest. It was like breathing, blinking, or thinking; something you did without any control, without having to give orders. It just happened.
"Can't you sleep?" you asked softly then, but the dark circles under Steve's eyes spoke for themselves. Then you extended your hand to him, and he stretched his palm "Do you want to come in?" you asked, and there was no need to convince him; in a couple of seconds, Steve was inside the house. You led him upstairs, to your room.
It was something new; bringing a guy into your room. But you knew Steve, you knew him much better than you had ever known a guy, so it didn't feel strange or wrong, not even when he stretched out on your bed as if his muscles hurt and let out a couple of sighs of annoyance as he settled on the quilt. You lay down next to him on the sheets, and both looked at the ceiling, feeling each other's closeness.
"I used to be able to sleep" murmured Steve, and you realized it was the first time Steve had spoken since he arrived, and you also realized how much you missed his voice "Before, I mean, with you" he muttered the last part almost with embarrassment. You turned your head towards Steve with a puzzled look. Steve also turned his head to look you in the eyes through the darkness of the room "Now it feels weird not to have you by my side, know what I mean?”
You nodded in silence and looked back at the ceiling, bringing your head closer to Steve's shoulder and resting it on it. Steve pressed his nose into your hair and planted a kiss on your head.
"I was trying to think of what was missing for me to rest" you whispered, and then you smiled sleepily, finally feeling sleep overtake you. You brought your hand to Steve's, and his long fingers cradled yours, caressing your soft skin with his calloused fingertips.
"can you…? Just…hug me, please”
You smiled, releasing a small yawn and fulfilling his wish. Both fell asleep before the warm milk cooled on the bedside table.
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Let's lighten the mood a bit
Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?
I know it's you Byxell, but anyways
@moshieee
One of my first mutuals and friends here! Their kind, sweet, and very understanding. Don't let them catch you awake at 3 am though. Very fun to hang out with and just ramble with. Would give hugs, my emotional support void.
@bunnybunnsowo
Very silly, kind, and fun to chill with. He always got some animal pictures on deck to make your day better. Is a goober! Would give head pats
@unfunnyaceartist
One of my other first mutuals, very nice, is funny, underrated asf. They make me laugh with their art, super cool! Would give a high five or a hug(don't talk a lot with them but would like too)
@glitchyk
Funny as shit, super good at art(especially writing), always there to give me courage. Super sweet, makes me giggle too much. Is a sister to me. Would give a high five or a hug
@sunification
Super kind, sweet, underrated, cool, outgoing. Would give a hug or a high five (we don't talk too much but when we do, they are very fun)
@bixell-pixell
Sneaky little shit, funny, is like a sibling to me(we "argue/fight" like siblings) Can't focus for shit, super nice, underrated. Would give a hug and/or high five
@lilithloves-you
Very sweet, a lovely person, cool. Underrated, kind, would give a hug (we've only talk maybe once or twice but I'd love to talk to her more)
@vexation-816
Funny, kind, blunt(in a good way) Cool, acts tough but has a soft spot for certain people, don't let him catch you being depressed (aggressively affectionate) would give a hug or high five
@rabid-mercenary16
Newest mutual, fucking funny, sweet, cool, how the fuck do you draw so fast!??!?! Actual raccoon, makes me laugh to much, kind. Would give a hug or high five
If you'd like me to not @ you please tell me! I know my words are repetitive, but I couldn't think of too many words TvT
These are people who've I've gotten to know a little more than others.
(Idk why yall are friends with me. You are all too cool :])
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Fighting for you NSFW
Warnings: Threesome, fighting, BDSM, blowjob, P in V
You didn't understand this mess. You looked between the two as you were tied to a bed. You blinked. "What the is going on here?!" You exclaimed. Valtor grinned at you. Palladium was just staring at you thinking deeply. He then smiled realizing you were awake.
"Hello dear," Palladium said. "I am sorry for this but this ass wanted to try and prove something." He sighed. Valtor huffed at this and rolled his eyes.
"I am the one in control Professor Palladium so shut it be glad you are here." Valtor sneered. Vatlor smirked turning his attention to you. "So pet, we both got in a little argument when I was about to mark him under my control..." He said. "About you and who was better for you," Valtor added last and sat on the bed and took your chin in his hand turning it so you were facing him.
Palladium looked annoyed at this before going to the other side. He rubbed your arm trying to calm you down. It relaxed you enough and you nodded. Maybe this could have worked to your advantage. You had a crush on both of them. Each night one of them was in your dreams.
You had met Palladium when he started teaching at Alfea and you were to show him around. You became close friends. Nothing happened before now. You were excited without realizing it.
Meeting Valtor was during your fight with me during your time with the Company of Light. For a bit, he had you on his side but that was broken by your best friend and mom figure Faragonda. She had accepted you back and you were the key to defeating Valtor the first time.
You still wonder how he got free. You had to admit something was still about him that you loved. Most likely the bad boy vibes. You were snapped out of your thoughts when both men had stripped down. You just stared between the two. You just blushed.
"Is this okay dear?" Palladium asked you concerned about how you felt. You nodded that it was fine. You didn't trust your voice. Valtor grinned and removed the visible chains before using magic ones. Both of them went to either side of you. Palladium rubbed your inner thigh before kissing your neck gently. Valtor was not as gentle and completely opened your legs before starting to finger you with two fingers. He only watched your reaction.
Your reaction was to just gasp. He continued to do this getting rougher. Each time he hit your sweet spot. You mewled. Palladium just kissed your neck and moved down as he gave your breasts love as well. Both of them were doing something amazing. You moaned and arched your back. Valtor pushed you down.
"Stay down." He commanded. You nodded. He decided to pull out of your pussy causing you to whine. Valtor smirked at Palladium. "I'll take her mouth. I already took her virginity in the past so that doesn't need to be proven. Palladium nodded. He smiled at you. He melted at this. Both pulled away and admired you.
Valtor helped you move to hang your head off the side of the bed while splatting out for Palladium. Palladium gently got lined up and Valtor stuffed your mouth. Palladium entered you gently and groaned.
Valtor started to move out and in going deeper into your throat and moaned. He had missed this. Palladium wasn't rough and was gently thrusting in and out of you. You started to shake after a few minutes. Valtor and Palladium just moaned and groaned. You just mewled all the noises from feeling rough and gentle from the both of them. Soon all three of you came. Palladium then pampered you with kisses. Valtor helped you get your jaw back to normal. No one said a thing.
"So which one pet?" Valtor said. You couldn't choose and looked between the two.
"Both?" You said. Palladium and Valtor looked at each other and smirked.
"That works dear," Palladium said. All three of you ended up falling asleep on the bed after they gave you some aftercare.
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