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elliethesuperfruitlover · 4 years

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Sensual Soliloquies

A/N: This is the first time in a couple years that I’ve attempted writing any type of fanfiction, let alone smut. This is going to be extremely detailed as well, so try not to cream yourselves too early. I give the credit for the Klaus traveling in time shit to @badsext because of her Klaus x Nathan fic. Go read it, it’s quite lovely.

Warnings: smoking, detailed sexual actions, probably some cussing here or there, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you back it up), and threesome I guess if that counts

“Klaus, where the fuck are we?” you ask him, confused to no end.

“Um, Berlin, Germany. Some time in the far future, and the apocalypse of 2019 either happened and didn’t fuck anything up, or just didn’t happen.”

Klaus touched another fucking suitcase (he told you about the previous time, and the previous heartbreak) and somehow ended up transporting the both of you to Berlin. Everything around you is very neon, and drone-like machines fly by, carrying what seem to be food boxes. You two landed in an alleyway of what seemed to be a bigger building. There was an old fashioned looking car, and a concrete overhang type place. The “Only Employee” door gave off the vibe that you weren’t supposed to be there. Well, to be frank, you weren’t even supposed to be in that year.

“This place might be a strip club or a hooker joint.” Klaus points out, closing his eyes, deeply sighing.

“What makes you think that?” you ask, curious as to where he got that outlandish idea from. (Honestly it’s not the most outward idea he’s come up with since you’d met him.)

He points to the window, where there seemed to be a naked robot with exaggerated female features dancing on a pole. Through the window, there’s also people, presumably strippers, dancing on tables, shaking ass, getting handed money. It turns you on just a bit, because something about cellulite being pushed against tight clothing got you going. That thought process, however, got pushed aside when a person walked through the employee door, outside. They were alone. The person looked somewhat like Klaus for some odd reason, mostly in the face region. Blonde hair swooped into a low-grade emo fringe, what looked like plastic covered their forehead, a kimono with tassels, and a deconstructed suit vest with tight pants.

“Oh fuck, hide.” Klaus whispered as quiet as possible, prompting the both of you to dive behind the old car.

“The suitcase!” you thought, about to reach out to get it, but the person was already swaying their way towards you two. They, however, didn’t seem to notice you two, as they lit what looked to be a cigarette, and took a deep inhale.

The position that you find yourselves in proves to be quite compromising. Literally and figuratively. You were pushed up against Klaus’ groin area, as you couldn’t be choosers when about to be possible prosecuted. He groans lightly, trying to adjust you off of him, but that proves to be quite stupid as the person stops mid drag and calls out.

“Who’s there?” You have half of a mind to answer, but Klaus was just a tad drunk so he squeaked lightly.

“What the fuck?” they yell, looking to the source of the sound, only to find you and Klaus huddled together behind the car. The person seemed to have a slight accent, German, you suspect, and a higher pitch to their voice. Although that might be due to the fact that they were scared out of their fucking mind to find two people, one who looked like them behind a goddamn car.

The two of you come out from behind the car, like two children caught trying to steal candy. Klaus tries to put his hands in front of his crotch, as his bulge hadn’t faded yet. You were already willing to formulate the truth instead of a lie, it was Germany for fucks sake, and you didn’t know if they went back to the old ways.

“Please explain to me who the fuck you two are, why the fuck you’re hiding behind a car that isn’t yours, and why you have your hands in front of your pants, hon?” he says, nodding his cigarette over to Klaus, who blushes at those words.

“We-” Klaus starts, but he was drunk, and you didn’t want to cause any confusion.

“We come from the past, and the suitcase you saw on the ground is how we got here. It allows you to go to a specific place and time, typically to kill another person. Klaus, here, um, grabbed one in his stupor and here we are, in front of you. Might I ask, what year is it?” you said in one breath, about to be prepared to start running if this person had a hidden glock.

“It’s 2037 love. For starters, my name is Luba, I work at this strip joint here and as an escort, uh. Sorry, I’m just a little baffled, understandably. You know what, my shift ends in like 5 minutes, and my boss won’t mind if I leave early. How about I order some food for all of us because I can’t cook for shit, and we’ll talk over at my place. It doesn’t seem like you two planned anything ,so I’ll care for you two ‘til then.” he offers, looking at us with curiosity.

“That sounds good, but before that, could I please get a drag of that, might as well cross-fade in fucking Berlin. Maybe we’ll get Amsterdam next time.” Klaus asks, looking for approval.

Luba obliges, and the two of them make shared eye contact, and hand contact, which ends up being lingering. Oh, the thoughts running through your head at that moment in time. Naughty, very naughty indeed. You just meet Luba though, and he might not even be into chicks. He goes back inside, and tells the two of you to meet him up front, and you travel there, and he shows up exactly when the two of you were about to dip out.

“Come on, my place is just a walk from here, it shouldn’t tire the two of you out too much.” he says, starting to walk in a direction. You two follow him, hungry, cold, and of course horny.

The moment you two arrive at Luba’s apartment, the feeling of hippy isn’t uncommon. There were tapestries on the walls, and potted plants decorated the shelves. There was even an old fashioned bong sitting on the table, and it looked clean for the most part. It seemed like a very cozy place, and the serenity was only bound to end. The two of you lurked around very lightly, taking in the fact that the Nazis didn’t find you. Luba presumably went to his room to set his kimono and keys down, then he came in, only to find you and Klaus wandering around his living room, trying to figure out the vintage things from the modern ones.

“Hey, um, what do you too want for dinner? We can talk over it, and it doesn't take too long to order since everything is air-delivered,” he said, in which Klaus mumbled whatever’s fine, and you nodded along. “Chinese it is,”Luba says, typing into a little machine, and opening his living room window for the bot to come through.

The food couldn’t come soon enough because Klaus started to sweat and get the shakes, a clear symptom of his withdrawals. They’d been getting a little better, but ever since the cult fucked him over, he’d been drinking again. Plus, the 60’s were like the haven for every drug in existence. Klaus wanted to make sure he got the freshest Mary Jane whenever possible. You, on the other hand, tended to stay away from drugs, only drinking every now and then, and smoking weed only when you felt like it. It wasn’t a constant feeling, but sometimes it was stronger than others. All three of you made your ways to the kitchen, and looked out of the window until the bot announced itself, and dropped the food off on the coffee table with the bong on it.

“Thank god! Food’s here. Limes and cherries from cocktails only go so far y’know. And those peanuts, ugh, they’re stale and taste like sweat.” Luba says, ripping the box open on the kitchen island. The box contained what looked like non-cardboard containers filled with soup dumplings, lo mein noodles, a very small order of broccoli, crab rangoon, and a fuck garlic chicken. Luba pulled out a bottle of wine and some water in glasses.

The lot of you dug in quickly, as you and Klaus hadn’t eaten in a good 8 hours, and Luba had only eaten a small breakfast that morning. Between bites, you and Klaus explained how you two got in Germany, and your lives before that. He mentioned the Umbrella Academy and his siblings, even mentioning their powers. He was truly comfortable around Luba, he didn’t even mention his siblings when he first met you. They both even mentioned the fact that they look very similar, even though they’re years apart. The meal was stretching to a close, but Luba asked a very compromising question.

“What about the two of you, huh? I’ve been trying to figure out, with the small amount of time that I’ve known you two. Are you two friends or fuck buddies, hmm?” he asks, a sly smirk on his face as he sultrily wipes his mouth, and sets his napkin on his plate, steepling his hands under his chin. These words caused a blush to dust across the both of your cheeks, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Klaus adjusting his bulge as well as he could.

“We’re lovers, but started off as friends.” you answered, leaning forward, letting your cleavage become slightly visible. Sticking your ass out just enough to get Klaus riled up from beside you.

Luba nods in acknowledgement, then also adjusts himself from what you can see. You all put your plates away, making quick work of rinsing them, then placing them in the deep sink. Luba moves to the living room, sitting on his couch and spreading his legs just enough to make his bulge visible in those oh-so tight pants. You both sit on the side of him, trying to edge those naughty thoughts from your heads.

“So, are we gonna fuck or what?” Luba asks casually, looking between the two of you, glancing at your lips and Klaus’ little problem.

“Yeah, why not. When in Berlin, I guess.” you say, leaning across to catch Luba’s lips with your own, catching his braided hair with your hand. His lips are surprisingly soft, and his tongue fights for dominance with your own, slowly becoming more of a stalemate, settling for pleasure.

You move into Luba’s lap, softly grinding against him to take the edge off of the simmering pleasure in your lower abdomen. Klaus turns the two of you lightly, only so he could catch Luba’s neck, gently kissing and nibbling it, leaving red marks in his wake. He licks the prominent carotid vein in his neck, biting it to draw a high moan out of Luba, causing him to draw away from the kiss to dust your neck with kisses, stopping at your collarbone to bite there, and to continue to grind against you, and Klaus pushes up against the blonde haired individual, trying to rub his dick slowly against the rough material of Luba’s vest.

“We should move somewhere more….accomodating for three people, some would say.” Klaus says, breathing lightly on Luba’s neck, licking along the length of his earlobe. You shudder at the ending of your session, but oblige, knowing that Klaus could get a little squirmy when he was being pleasured substantially.

The bedroom is somewhat different from the couch..or should I say love seat. You sit on the bed making out with Luba, but Klaus is sitting on the edge of the bed, sneaking a hand behind his navy blue bell bottoms, and slowly rubbing himself to get that constant source of endorphins moving. You moan lightly at the sensation of Luba rubbing himself against you, giving you just the lightest of clitoral stimulation. Wet smacks fill the air as you move down Luba’s form, biting at his smooth chest, and he moans beautifully next to your ear, giving it a nice bite to punctuate his gyrations against your pelvis. He pulls away from you just long enough to catch Klaus about to cum, only to stop him in his tracks.

“Don’t you fucking dare, I haven’t even sucked you off yet.” Luba says, making his way over to him.

Klaus sheepishly stands up with his prominent boner not being even close to hidden in those pants of his. You take your pants off on the bed, along with your shirt, and slip a hand into your panties, getting ready to enjoy what was about to be placed in front of you. Luba lands a kiss on Klaus’ lips, gropes his ass once, then kisses the loathed bulge put before him. He pulls Klaus' pants down, just so he can see his project, then gets to work. Luba takes Klaus’ cock entirely, balls in all and moans around the length, Klaus replying in earnest. He pops off of Klaus’ balls, focusing on the head of his dick. He gives little kitten licks to the tip, making prolonged eye contact with Klaus. He takes him inch by inch, savoring every little bit of his dick that he could get his plump lips on. You also saw Luba’s tongue making work of the vein showing on the underside of Klaus’ dick.

Luba reached his hands around and groped Klaus’ ass, kneading it between his hands, paying special attention to it. All while looking at Klaus with the biggest, brightest doe eyes the world did see. His emerald pierced the identical ones Klaus owned, sending him into a fit of moans and whimpers. He starts bobbing his head around the length, hollowing his cheeks to get that perfect feeling Klaus wanted deeply. He pulled off with a delicious pop , Klaus giving one last perfect moan from his lips. You’d been touching yourself heavily, not yet letting the slick fingers fully penetrate your hole. Just barely getting there. Luba strips himself clean, leaving his dick standing proudly against his flat stomach, small beads of precum falling from the tip, slowly making their way down to the base of his dick. Klaus also strips himself, moving over to where you were sitting on the bed, catching your lips between his own, then making quick work of your bra and panties.

He catches each nipple between his mouth, suckling lightly on the buds. Luba also joins in on the fun, and starts slowly fingering Klaus’ asshole, drawing a low moan out of his busy lips. Klaus draws himself away from you, just long enough to also draw Luba away, who drags you on top of him. Klaus takes his spot behind you, jacking himself off lightly. You don’t know where this is heading, but it looks like it’s about to be beautifully seductive and erotic. Apparently condoms didn’t exist in the future, but that was the least of your worries. Luba sat patiently, waiting for you to slip onto his cock, hands ready to catch you if you fall.

You slowly climbed onto Luba’s cock, stretching yourself deliciously, drawing a surprisingly strong moan from yourself. Luba’s dick is just about the same as Klaus’. It’s thicker than it is long, and light stubble covers his pelvic area. It’s not much pain, but lots of pleasure for you. Luba closed his eyes in pleasure, and lets out a loud grunt, putting his hands on your hips, grasping onto you. You slowly start to move on his length, moving up and down very slowly, then very quickly, as you’re used to Klaus being rough with you, and that’s what you took best.

And apparently so does Luba.

He moans and yells underneath you, moving his hips up to meet yours at every interval you move. Your breasts bounce wonderfully to each movement, and whenever Luba opens his eyes, it’s all he can see. Every now and then, his eyes go to Klaus, who attacks your neck and jerks himself off to your pace with his near lookalike. As well as that, Luba likes to look at where your pussy and his dick meet, being the source of this delicious pleasure. Things start to get a little calm, but Klaus gets a very, very naughty idea. He leans into your ear and fucking dirty talks you while you’re riding Luba into the goddamned sunset.

“Fuck yeah, you like riding that cock huh? Oh, such a dirty fucking girl, getting me all riled up. Yeah, clench that sweet pussy of yours around his fucking cock. Feeling it reach deep into your fucking love tunnel, banging up against your womb. Such a fucking slut. You know you want that cum painting your insides.” he says into your ear, humping a pillow from Luba’s bed. He moans in deep pleasure, grunting and whimpering at the noises you make. Klaus reaches forward to grope your tits, harshly squeezing them so that you can feel each finger rubbing against that skin.

Luba hears what’s going on, and it only brings him closer to his own orgasm. He moans louder now, confident in his ability to pleasure you. Him speeding up his own thrusts makes you clench your wet pussy around him, squeezing with all the might in your being. Klaus also speeds up his humping, and his words get dirtier and hornier.

“Yeah, make him cum hard, just like you milk me whenever you can. He’ll be saying your name like a mantra when you’re done with him. Oh, good girl, riding him like a fucking champ. Don;t you feel him getting closer and closer while his dick gets harder, yeah? Want him to pump your fucking womb full of cum, yeah? Make you want more.” he says, reaching his own peak, moaning sensually in your ear as he releases onto his stomach and your back.

That action may have given you the best orgasm in the history of your sex life.

You moan loudly and clench the hardest you’ve ever done so, sparking you to squirt messily all over Luba’s stomach. He cums after you, pumping you full of his cum. He covered his face when he came, and he moaned into oblivion. The three of you slowly recover from your orgasms, very slowly. Luba went to go fetch a wet washcloth, but not after kissing the both of you on the lips. You recover the slowest, and Klaus rubs your back as the aftershocks start rolling in. Luba cleans you up, and places his pillowcase in the wash. He also changes his sheets, but not after handing you a morning after pill, because in the early conversation over dinner that seemed so far away, you mentioned that you’d wanted kids much later in life.

You three sleep soundly, cuddled up against each other for warmth. You feel like you’re on Cloud 9 with that day and it’d only go downhill from there.

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rohobi · 6 years

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Serendipity 05 | (M)

pairing— jeon jungkook x reader, friendwithbenefitsAU genre/warnings— smut, fluff, humour words— 3, 781 ↳ CHAPTERS → CHAPTER 6

summary: ❝For someone like you who has never been in love -never being allowed that opportunity, the library is the perfect place to imagine if you were. Because let’s be honest, you fall in love with perfect strangers on public transport all the time and being in the library is no different.❞

You have failed contract law two times and it’s not because you can’t do it or because you aren’t smart enough, it’s because you’d rather do that stupid 1000 degree glowing knife thing on your own fucking foot than be an actual lawyer. You see, you were only given two choices: medicine or law and honestly, fuck being a doctor.

Choosing law didn’t mean at all that you wanted to be a lawyer. It just meant that you had bought 5 more years of relative freedom from your menacing and controlling parents.

But freedom evidently comes at a price and for you, it was love and happiness and everything else that comes in between.

Sinking into the uncomfortable wooden seat in the public library, you liken yourself to a period stain on the underwear of academia because you have no interest in law and being a lawyer, and besides contract law, you were acing practically everything else.

“Hi sorry,” a young girl in a bright red velvet dress asks, shaking you from your thoughts. She points to the chair beside you, “Are you using this chair? My boyfriend needs a place to sit and this is the only table with free chairs.”

“Oh sure,” you smile, pushing the chair towards her. “Um, yeah no worries. Take it.”

“Thanks, just want my boyfriend to be comfortable when we study together,” she whispers, almost in a gloating way that makes you internally cringe. “You know how boyfriends get.”

“No I don’t and I didn’t ask,” You deadpan, blinking at the girl. “You can go now.”

“You’re right, you wouldn’t know.” She snorts at you, looking you up and down before rushing off with the chair. You watch her with a scowl on your face as she pushes the chair behind her boyfriends knees, kissing his cheek as he sits.

You roll your eyes and before you can curse out that couple, your phone vibrates loudly against the wooden table in front of your books.

“I swear to god if this is my mother...” you grit your teeth as you grab it, expecting it to be your mother and her callous communication regarding tonight's dinner but as you read the message, you are pleasantly surprised that it isn't.

In fact, you smile because it’s Jungkook.

Jungkook: Guess what just happened. I was leaning against a traffic pole and then felt something wet soak into my socks. It’s summer, there’s no puddles. So, I look down and you know what I see? A doG WITH ITS FUCKING HIND LEG UP, PEEING ON THE POLE AND ONTO MY LEG. I had to walk home wiTH DOG PISS ON ME!!! then I missed my ride to the harbour. The boys left on the boat half an hour ago without me and now I’m bored. Where are you? [11:02AM]

You snort as you lean back into your chair, “Idiot.”

You: Can you hang with Yoongi or something, it’s Taco Tuesday! I really can’t be bothered. [11:02AM]

It’s a lie but you’re quite content being alone today.

Jungkook: It’s Thursday idiot. Are you challenging me to find you? Also, Yoongi doesn’t have lips as soft as yours so I’m coming to find your sweet ass. [11:03AM]

You cringe. “Your ex-girlfriends may have enjoying your sweet talk but I sure as hell-

“Ssssh, you’re in a library!” a boy hisses across from you, behind his copious amount of astronomy books.

Your cheeks burn a blush as you stare at him. “What are you, the library police?”

He rolls his eyes, pointing to the sign that emphasised in all caps that your current seated position was in the quiet zone.

“Fine, damn, sorry.”

Turning back to your phone, you send Jungkook a gif of a child pointing the finger.

You: *gif* Well, from the sugar scrubs Yoongi has, I beg to differ. My professional opinion is that Yoongi does in fact have soft lips and that you should stay with him and kiss them instead [11:03AM]

Jungkook: whY SO UNHAPPY FOR??? WHAT'S HAPPENED IN YOUR WORLD??? WHY YOU GOT THE CASE OF THE GRUMPS?? HAVE YOU EATEN TODAY? [11:03AM]

You: Legit, nothing. You won't find me even if you tried, just stay home and play on your PS4 [11:04AM]

Jungkook: If I can find you in 10 minutes, will I get a prize? [11:04AM]

You: That depends on what you want and what you want is never actually good so no. Don’t know why you’d want to hang with me rn tbh I want to kill someone and that person could be you [11:04AM]

Jungkook is typing....

Jungkook: You can kill me if you want but do it with your lips lol all I want to do rn is to make out with you, can ye let your bestboi do dat? [11:05AM]

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head.

You: Why are you so annoying? Just kiss your fist, same difference [11:05AM]

Jungkook: Because you’d know all about kissing your fist haha. See you soon. Bet I can find you in less than 10 minutes, better be puckering up those precious lips of yours lol [11:05AM]

Jungkook: ?? [11:07AM]

Jungkook: ;) [11:07AM]

You ignore the rest of his messages before turning your phone off and putting it back into your pocket. He’d never be able to find you. You were certain Jungkook had never even stepped a foot into this library and he’s not about to start now. Picking up your book, you try to force yourself back into the prisons of sociology -a topic you have found interesting lately but the library and it’s once paradisiacal magic, stops you from even wanting to turn the damn page.

“Baby, don’t tickle me. I don’t want to get kicked out! I need to finish this report,” the young girl from before whispers, slapping her boyfriends hand away. “Stop it!” she squeaks when he retaliates with a hand up her dress.

The sound of her happiness pisses you off.

“Being kicked out is the last thing you should be worried about. I could kick your ass.” You whisper, slumping into your seat, letting your skirt be dragged up the cold uncomfortable wood. Who cares if people see your granny panties. “Why am I here?”

You have decided that there is something frustrating about libraries and it’s not because you spend most of your time in the one at uni but because now, it’s a place you often feel so damn lonely in that it’s no longer a pleasant escape anymore. And it’s not the learning atmosphere or the allusion that one cannot speak or make noise, to be quite frank, it’s them:

The couples.

The romantics.

The happy ones.

They ruin it.

Everyone around you has a friend or a lover (minus library police who looks content looking at the stars on his own but you aren’t about to empathize with that). Hands are being held under desks, people are cuddling together on the floor and on the couches as they read, shy smiles and earphones are being shared, heads are on shoulders, secret kisses are being exchanged.

It’s love and you hate it.

Because you aren’t in it.

You watch a girl not that much older than you sitting by the indoor spider plant against the chest of who you think might be her boyfriend. She looks happy, comfortable and beautiful but most of all, she looks in love.

You wonder what you’d look like in love if you were ever given the opportunity.

Spurred on by the passing scent of sandalwood, vetiver and cedar, you imagine yourself pressed against his chest instead of her. You’d definitely have your hand on his knee as you read or you’d be kissing his bicep every now and then, something that would affirm you as his lover to others.

You’d be a good lover maybe even better than her.

Shaking that thought out of your head, you clench your eyes closed. It’s an ugly thought and you can’t explain its origins. You’ve never been the type of person to feel insanely jealous of strangers but here you are, doing exactly that for no reason at all.

Maybe you were hungry.

Could explain why you feel so angry at everything.

Who knows.

You just feel a fervent desire to be held as you read or to have someone to just be there with you when you are so goddamn lonely that you aren’t okay, like right now when you feel like no one in this world cares.

And the intensity of this emotion makes you feel like your heart will burst when Jungkook sits opposite you suddenly out of the blue, wearing a white cotton button up shirt and blue sweats, panting like a madman.

Because he does care and he actually found you.

This big toe for thumbs idiot actually found you.

With perspiration dripping down the sides of his face, he tilts his head, a tired easy smile spreads across his face and you wonder why your heart hadn’t bled out all over your books. You can't believe he found you.

Leaning towards you, he whispers over your books. “I found you. Do I get my prize?”

“I can’t believe you found me?” you blink confusedly, “You’ve never even been in this building, how did you know which section I was in in?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he laughs silently. “I asked reception if they had seen a grumpy and loud little shit wearing a pleated pink skirt with tomato sauce stains on it because there is no way she would’ve changed her clothes from yesterday and they pointed me to this very table.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”

Leaning forward, he points excitingly. “See, what's with this shitty attitude. The sky didn’t fall on you when we spoke this morning, what's happened in the meantime. Your parents harassing you again about marriage?”

“Nothings happened, just leave me alone.”

“You could always just tell them that you plan on marrying me? That would get them off your back.” he whispers as though it were a genius idea. You imagine it, you telling your parents that you would be marrying an architect with nurses for parents. “Not too sure my parents would be keen on that but who knows. It’s your face that will get clawed, not mine.”

“So it is your parents?” he asks.

You shake your head.

But he doesn’t give in. Grabbing your arm, he shakes it as though you’ll actually tell him. “What is it Y/N?”

“Oh my god, Jungkook, I don’t want to talk about it,” you whisper harshly, pulling your arm back. “You’ll think it’s stupid and then I’ll be embarrassed and even more grumpy. Happy?”

“Of course not.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t help you with that.” you muster. "Honestly, I just want to be alone."

“Something is telling me that you're upset because you are alone. I know you. Come with me.” Scraping the legs of his chair loudly against the tiled floor, he grabs your wrist, pulling you out of your seat and dragging you through the quiet study zone and into the library aisles.

Rushing through aisles of tall wooden bookshelves, you watch his timberlands scrape against the dark blue carpet. If this was any other person, you would’ve kicked them straight up the gucci hole. But this is Jungkook and you trust him more than you trust yourself. You pass librarians restocking shelves, languid book explorers, indoor plants and many many empty aisles.

“Jungkook,” you pout, letting him drag you. “Are you taking me to the children's literature section so I can help you get a book out?”

He snorts, looking back at you. “No, of course not. I’m taking you to the horticulture section so I can deflower you.”

“Right,” the deeper you go into the library, the darker and more desolate it becomes. “You’re joking right? Because I know this is hot and a big fetish on pornhub but I can’t focus on anything but those pants right now.”

“What about my pants?”

Smiling, you whisper. “Your thighs look so muscular and your booty be poppin boy, I see you. You been working out.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, he stops to whisper in your ear. “Well, one of us has to.”

You gasp. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You’re weak is all, lucky you have me,” Jungkook smiles at you before looking left and right. “It looks like we are all clear.”

He drops his hand from yours.

“For what?” you ask.

He turns to face you with a smug grin plastered across his face.

Stepping close to you, he grabs your shoulders, pulling you into a random aisle and pushing you up against the bookshelf. Your back hits the shelf uncomfortably and you wince at the protruding corners of hard covered books against your spine.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you whine, rubbing your back. “Be gentle will you?”

He steps close, raising his hand to caress your cheek. “Being gentle with you is impossible with a mouth like yours.” His eyes fall down to your lips. He can only guess what you might be thinking about when he watches you bite your lip.

“Jungkook?” you whisper, watching his eyes flick down to your lips. You’re so close you can see the little freckles on his chin and the scars of old acne on his cheek and then he smiles at your sudden complacency.

You close your eyes as he leans toward your face.

But he doesn’t kiss you like you think he will, he simply watches the pink rise to your cheeks as you clench your eyes impossibly tight. You look ridiculous and Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll have another opportunity to admire you so closely again, so that’s all he does.

“You look like your pushing a poo out,” he whispers, cupping your jaw, “Relax will you, why are you weird today?” You open your eyes as he relaxes against you. “You’ve been grumpy all day Y/N, what's happening with you?”

“Nothing,” Looking away from him, you take a deep breath. “I’m just ...I’m not okay and I feel lonely and I hate everyone.”

He nods in thought. “It’s okay to not be okay sometimes, I won't hold that against you.”

You look back to him in a small grin. “Thanks.”

“But I will hold it against you if you don’t tell when you aren’t okay. How do you expect me to help you or comfort you if I don't know? I’m not a mindreader.”

“Why would you comfort me? Why would you want to help me?” you ask, something passes through his face, hurt? You aren’t sure. “I mean, why would you ...I’m not important.”

“Y/N,” he holds your face tenderly, rubbing his thumb across your cheek bone. “I want to beat up the person who made you think that you weren’t important. I don’t like it when you aren’t happy, it’s just not right.”

“What?” you blush, feeling the heat of his affection boil in your chest.

“You mean alot to me you stupid egg,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m here for you Y/N, you know that and you can tell me anything.”

Leaning down, he nuzzles your nose with his. You close your eyes, letting the feeling of comfort sink into your bones as you relax back into the bookshelf behind you. It hurts but you aren’t hurting alone for once, and that is nice.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you whisper against him. “I do know,” You take a deep breath, he’s honestly the fresh air you need when everything in your world feels murky. “It’s just sometimes, I don’t even know why I’m not okay and my brain has to go and find reasons like right before you came, I was mulling over how single I am in comparison to the amount of couples there are in here.”

“Don’t be jealous of them. Men bring in their girlfriends in here so they can have a piece of mind and enjoy silence for once in their relationships. That’s probably why you saw alot of them in the quiet zone.”

You laugh in realisation. “Oh shit, you’re right. I feel a little better now.”

He smiles. “Good.”

Jungkook presses forward, rubbing his nose past yours to slide his lips over your smooth ones. It’s a soft chaste kiss but one that pulls you back down to earth from whatever rock you had launched yourself onto while you were hating the world.

Stepping closer to you, Jungkook vice pinches your chin, pulling away from your mouth to run his thumb over your bottom lip. You languidly open your eyes, staring at him as he gently latches onto your lip before letting it go.

Dropping his hand from your face, he stands back wiping his palm on his thigh. “You need to wash your face.”

Frowning, you push him away so that you can pull him into a choke hold in your arm. Squeezing around his throat, you drag him down the aisle. “Ruin the moment much! You are such a little nob you know that.”

“I have a big nob actually.” he chokes.

You laugh into his face. “The size of your penis does not matter when the size of your brain is so little. Try reading a couple books?” You poke into his temple.

“Fuck, I love it when you speak nerd to me.”

Pushing you off him and up against the bookshelf, he kisses you again. You can feel him smiling against your mouth as he pushes himself up against you, he fucking loves this, of course he does.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you give in to this kiss. You could honestly and seriously get used to kissing him, his lips were always so soft and being held by him and surrounded by his scent was comforting. Tilting your head, you deepen the kiss, unsure if you should use tongue but immediately doing it anyway because who fucking cares.

Jungkook made a list of rules and broke most of them on the same day anyway.

Pulling away from you, Jungkook begins kissing down your neck. Brushing his palm up your thigh, he moves his hand over your stomach before slipping it under your shirt. His fingers tickle your sides before sliding up your torso, stopping just underneath the wire of your bra. Cupping over your bra, he squeezes and you marvel at how perfectly his hand fits over your breast.

Pressing open mouth kisses against your neck, you moan as softly as you can manage being in a public setting. “Jungkook, keep it PG.” Dropping your hands, you wrap them around his hips, pulling him closer by his waistband so you can slip them under his shirt and feel the soft skin of his back.

His teeth nip at your earlobe before his lips press light kisses under your ear. You shudder at the affection but your heart ricochets against your chest, maybe libraries weren’t that sad after all.

“I love that,” you mutter and he groans against you, salt on the tip of his tongue. “Feels good.”

You really do love how quickly Jungkook can move from intense to leisure as if he had all the time in the world for you that makes you slump against him, a content sigh leaving your mouth.

Pulling your hand out from his back, you check your watch over his shoulder. “I have ...a dinner tonight with my parents at 7.” you say, feeling breathless.

Pushing his hands up your waist, he opens his mouth to roll his tongue on the most sensitive parts of your skin. “Hmm, want me to come?”

You laugh. “To the dinner or in your pants?”

Nibbling on your earlobe, he whispers. “To the dinner but if you want to make me come, go ahead.”

Dropping your hands from around his neck, you slowly and comfortably dip your fingers past the waistband of his pants. “I’d love for you to come ...but you haven't met my family before and when you do ...I’m not sure if you’ll still want to be my friend.”

Pulling away from your neck, he kisses your nose. “How bad can they be?”

Putting your hand in his briefs, you palm his hardening length. Jungkook bites his lip, and you watch his eyes close languidly.

“Pretty fucking bad,” you muster, stroking his erection. “You have to look a certain way if you want to come though.”

Pressing his forehead against yours, he clenches his eyes closed as you wrap your hand around his shaft to dry jerk him. “What ...kind ...of way?”

Pushing your nose past his, you place a tender kiss against his lips. He thrusts into your hand in response. “Leather loafers, designer socks, suit pants, dresser shirt, styled hair and gucci cufflinks.”

Dropping his head onto your shoulder. You press your thumb against his leaking slit.

“Fuck,” he groans deeply. “Yeah, I can do that. I knew your family were rich. Anything else?”

“Don’t be offended by anything they say. My dad will see a weakness and exploit it. It’s what he’s good at.”

Pressing you harder against the bookshelves, he whimpers into your ear. “And ...ah ...your mother?”

“She’ll like you because you’re hot."

You look over his shoulder, left and right to check if you are alone. Pumping his shaft as quick as you can go, Jungkook digs his teeth into the soft junction between your head and your neck as he cums all over your hand and in his pants.

His heart's racing and you are kind of disturbed, reluctant to pull your hand out and deal with his sticky cum. “That was quick.”

“You jacked me quick, fuck you.”

“I didn’t say that was a bad thing, I’m happy. My wrist lives another day,” Collapsing on you, you pull your hand out. You wipe it on the back of his shirt as you cringe. “So, you actually want to meet my parents?”

He nods against you, not wanting to move. “Yes.”

You rake your fingers through his hair with your other hand, massaging his scalp. “You think you’ll be okay?”

He shivers as you drag your nails down his neck. “Probably.”

Kissing his cheek, you push him away. “I’ll give you until 6:30 to back out. Have fun walking out of here with a wet stain on your groin that makes you look like you pissed your pants.”

He sinks into the bookshelf as you pull away, watching your back as you walk down the aisle. "Feel better now?" You nod before walking out his sight. "Absolutely."

Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s just agreed to but then again, neither do you.

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randrvstheworld · 7 years

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Welcome to cowboy country

So yesterday involved nought but a dreary & rainy bu trip to Salento, which took not the two hour advertised but SIX GODDAMN HOURS. All these long bus journeys are playing absolute havoc with my messed up knee. I am glad I am the kind of person that can fall asleep on busses BUT the downside of that is I wake up with excruciating leg pain from lack of movement. Gotta just power through & get it all checked out when I’m home. Looking like that might not be too far away as the funds are dwindling rapidly (sadface).

We’ve teamed up with Linzee & Lucy from our hostel in Cali so we went out for dinner with them last night at a place all decorated with cowboy stuff which I assumed was just a gimmick but it seems Salento is fully cowboy countryside, Colombia. It’s a tiny town surrounded by miles & miles of farmland, mountains, & coffee plantations. There are more horses on the roads than cars. The views from our hostel are pretty epic, so much greenery. The weather here is pretty chilly after the sun goes down. Suddenly wish I had a wider selection of warmer clothes but simultaneously chuffed & amazed that I have not needed them until now - it’s OCTOBER!! And it was still so sunny today that I was roasting in a sports bra & leggings!!

We made a mission to an organic coffee farm today for a little tour - much like Sam’s farm, this is a place run by a very small team & everything is done by hand - no chemicals, no industrial machinery, just old-skool coffee making. Very interesting stuff - they use avocado trees to shade the coffee plants & also so the avocados can fertilise the soil which almost made me sob to see all these sad avo’s just rotting away on the ground, never to fulfil their delicious avo toast destinies. Lots of fruits are grown on the coffee farm to distract the birds & insects from eating the coffee beans. Also lots of beautiful flowers so hummingbirds will come & help pollinate stuff. Circle of life & all that.

I tasted a freshly popped coffee bean which is covered in a sweet sticky honey when it comes out of its little shell, & is pale greenish in colour. After that, they’re washed & stirred & stirred & washed in a big tub of water until all the sticky honey comes off. Step 3 is drying them out either on a rooftop (which is a bit risky as they have to be covered instantly at the first drop of rain) or in a greenhouse. When they’re good & dry they get roasted until they turn the beautiful dark brown & shiny colour you are used to seeing. I honestly had no idea that they didn’t pop out of their little pods this way & suddenly realised this is what people mean by ‘medium roast’ etc which made me feel pretty dumb but you just don’t question where your food comes from when you can just buy everything at Sainsburys (also I never drank coffee before this trip so it wasn’t necessarily at the forefront of my mind). THEN the beans get ground to make coffee - I got to grind a batch myself which we then drank, & it was delicious, clearly down to my finesse at grinding up them beans (lol, not).

On our way back from the coffee farm tour we saw a sign advertising delicious Colombian food & free games of Tejo (which we had read about & wanted to try) so we dusted down a little dirt road to a sort-of restaurant/sort-of bar/some peoples’ family home & had what felt like a very authentic local experience; we got yummy home-cooked food (very gratefully received as I’d been kinda sick the night before & then slept super badly because of stomach pain & weird nightmares so I hadn’t eaten breakfast), a couple beers & played Tejo with a super sweet 12 year old kid called Felipe. The game is kiiiiinda like Aunt Sally in that involves throwing this heavy disk thing to but instead of knocking a ball off a pole you’re trying to smash these little ceramic triangles. It was super fun even though we utterly sucked at it - Felipe schooled us so hard. He was literally the cutest little dude ever. The family owned a bunch of horses so after lunch he saddled one of them up & took us for little rides up & down the drive. Then we played the most ridiculous game of pool ever because the table was on a really uneven floor so regardless of our pool skills (which are minimal in the first place) all the balls kept rolling into the corner anyway. It was so fun; it felt like just being at someone’s house as opposed to a restaurant, we were the only people there & the family we so so hospitable it was very sweet.

This evening has been spent watching Colombia qualify for the 2018 world cup, which was actually pretty cool as football is HUGE here & everyone gets really into it. I’m now wrapped in a blanket writing this from our hostel room - the rest of the gals went out for dinner but I’m still feeling a bit ropey so I decided to bow out this evening. Tomorrow we’re off on an all day trek so I’m hoping to catch up on some of the sleep I missed last night so I’m nice & ready to destroy my body all over again… at least in a good way this time.

Only a week left in Colombia which I’m really sad about because this has really been my favourite place so far, helped surely by the fact that we’ve had such a long time here to explore it & travel around. Excited to link up with Gabby again though in Ecuador, & then VERY excited that my oldest & bestest bestie Hannah has just booked a flight to come join us in Brazil in December & January. Woot!

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theartofbeinganerd · 7 years

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For the anniversary prompts, if it's not too much to ask: FS Academy Era + a trip to some place with weird climate/environment (swamp, savannah, etc) and bad accommodations, so they need to find a way to deal with the adversities (some bickering is always welcome). Thanks

Here is day two of my week-long blog anniversary! It’s been awhile since I wrote Academy Fitzsimmons, so this was fun! (Also, there’s Bickering with a capital ‘B’ because the biggest adversity they apparently have to overcome is the grump known as Leopold James Fitz - hope this is still somewhat close to what you were looking for anon.)

Fyi, I’m still taking prompts (I need just a few more), so if you want something written, feel free to hit me up!

Enjoy!

“A swamp.”

“Please tell me you’re not starting this again,” Jemmasighed, dropping her backpack tiredly to the ground. She’d had to hear himranting about this the entire quinjet ride there, then during the short walkinto the dank and humid swamp until they had arrived at the solid ground on oneof the banks, marked with an ‘X’ on their map.

“First, I let you talk me into taking this bloody class –”

“Technically you lost a bet.”

“– and then we spend weeksbeing tested on the most ridiculousthings, things only field agentswould need to know, absolutely nothingto do with science –”

“Well it is calledField Survival 101, Fitz.”

“– and then, forthe icing on top of the bloody cake wefind out that for our final, they’re going to drop us in the middle of nowhere –”

“We have a map, not to mention a radio if we run intotrouble.”

“– and it’s a bloody swamp!”Seeming to finally be finished with his rant, Fitz threw his hands up, thenrested them on his waist as he narrowed his eyes. “I just can’t believe theysent us out here to get eaten by alligators.”Apparently he wasn’t done yet, then.

Jemma gave a fierce roll of her eyes, tired of the constantcomplaints she’d been on the receiving end of since she’d brought up the ideaof signing up for the class, and then once more after he’d lost their bet (she’dwon fair and square – she had the higher final grade in chem to prove it). “Theywouldn’t have sent us here if there were alligators,Fitz.” Then she paused, making a face. “…probably.”

“Oh that’s so comforting,thank you Simmons.” He was quiet for a moment, and Jemma prayed that maybe, hewas finally done complaining. No suchluck. “You just had to pick ‘swamp’,”he grumbled for the umpteenth time, “Could’ve been in a nice non-threatening forest. Could’ve even been a rainforest. There could’ve been monkeys. But no, we end up in a goddamn swamp.”

“We picked out of a hat!”Jemma reminded him defensively, patience finally worn thin with her best friend.“I’m so sorry I can’t see the future!”

“Yeah well so am I, because if you could, you would’ve seenwhat a bloody disaster taking thisclass would be and you’d never have forced me to take it in the first place!”

Jemma sniffed, tilting her chin up snidely. “Actually, I still would’ve signed us up.”

“What?” Fitz gapedat her, holding his hands out in disbelief. “What kind of masochist are you?!”

“The kind who thinks you needthis class to survive outside the lab! A couple more days without sunlight andyou might fade away completely!”

Fitz gasped in complete disbelief, narrowing his eyes as hepointed angrily at her. “Oh, you’reone to talk! When was the last time yourpasty skin saw anything more than fluorescent lighting?”

“Probably the last time yours did!” In the silence left inthe wake of her words, Jemma sighed, wincing a bit as she admitted softly, “Alright,perhaps we both needed this class.”

“When are we ever gonnafind ourselves lost in a swamp inreal life?” Fitz argued, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling at themurky water and towering trees that almost seemed to surround them.

Jemma shrugged expressively, leaning down to rifle throughher backpack. “I don’t know, but it couldhappen. Somehow.”

“Oh, what, in the one-in-a-million chance that we’re theonly survivors of a plane crash that leaves us stranded in the Everglades?” heoffered sarcastically, absently swatting away a couple of mosquitoes.

“That’s the spirit!” Jemma hefted a small bundle from herbackpack, beaming as she asked him, “Ready to set up camp?”

Fitz stared blankly at the folded up tent, then glanced atthe swamp around them. “Oh come on,now we’ve got to sleep in a tent?”

“What, did you think we’d be staying in the five-star hotelhiding behind that tree over there?” She gestured widely to the nearest thick-trunkedtree, stretching up toward the darkening sky above them. “Why else would wehave had a lesson on building a tent?”

“Well I spent that ‘lesson’ – if it can even be called that –working on more important things forclasses that actually matter.”

“Bet you wish you’d paid attention now.”

Fitz scowled, snatching the tent from her and beginning tounfold it. “Didn’t need to pay attention, it’s a tent. I build more complicated things before breakfast.”

Jemma shrugged, sitting down primly on her backpack. “Whateveryou say. If you need help, all you need to do is ask.”

“I won’t,” Fitzassured her sharply. “I’m a bloody engineer, I should be able to set up agoddamn tent, thank you.”

With mild interest, Jemma watched him fumbling with thesheet and poles, swearing under his breath as it kept collapsing in on itself,sheet refusing to stay attached to the poles, the pole refusing to stay in theground.

After another collapse, he seemed to have had enough. “I’m abloody engineer, I should be able toset up a goddamn tent!” Angrily, hethrew the pole in his hand at the pile the tent had made on the ground. “Imean, come on, what possible real-life situation has us stuck in a swamp with atent but no instructions?!”

“It’s SHIELD,” shepointed out, “You never really know what they’re going to send you out to do.”She was quiet a moment, but couldn’t seem to help herself from pointing out, “Andyou wouldn’t need the instructions ifyou’d paid attention in class.”

Too livid to form a verbal response, Fitz simply threw adark scowl in her direction. He spent another few minutes trying to put the tenttogether with jerky movements of barely-restrained frustration. When it sprungapart yet again, he swore loudly, looking about ready to throw the whole thinginto the swamp and be done with it.

“Would you like my help now?” Jemma asked sweetly.

“You know what? Sure. Be my guest. It’ll be nice to see yoube the one making a fool of yourself instead. Might even cheer me up a bit.”With that, Fitz plopped down onto his own backpack and crossed his arms overhis chest.

Confidently, Jemma strode up to the tent, effortlesslyhammering the pegs into the ground and sliding the poles into their properplaces inside the sheet. Within ten minutes, it was up and more importantly, staying up. Proudly, she turned to faceFitz and beamed. “And that is whathappens when you pay attention in class.”

If looks could kill, the tent would be ablaze with Fitz’sfiery glare at that moment. Through gritted teeth, he declared tightly, “I hate the field. I’m never leaving thelab again, no matter how many bets we make. Nothingwill ever convince me to leave my nice safe lab again.”

Jemma shrugged widely in response. “I wouldn’t say never,Fitz. You might change your mind someday, might want to see the world.”

“Never,” Fitzrepeated firmly, shaking his head. Then, a moment later, he yelped, hurriedlyswatting at his neck, where yet another mosquito had been attempting to make asnack out of him. “Christ, there’s gonna be no blood left in my whole body bythe time we get out of here!”

“Oh! I’ve got bug spray!” she informed him, excited to beable to fix at least one problem as she began to dig through her pack. A momentlater, she let out a triumphant, “A-ha!”Waving the bottle at him, she demanded, “Come here so I can spray you.”

“No way!” hedodged out of her reach, holding up his hands to ward her off. “That stuff stinks!”

Jemma groaned expressively, planting her hands on her hipsas she glowered at him. “Oh, so you’d rather come out of here all bitten-up anditchy? Is that really better thansmelling like bug spray for a few hours? I doubt the bites will come off with a good shower.”

Fitz narrowed his eyes, glaring at the ground as he mutteredto himself, “You’re not my mum, y’know.I’m a grown man. I can make my owndecisions.” However, despite his grumblings, he stepped closer and closed hiseyes tightly as he allowed her to cover all of his exposed skin with the mist.

“I might as wellbe your mum the way you whine and give me no choice but to take care of you,”Jemma replied firmly.

He coughed pointedly, waving a hand in front of his face toclear the air of the foul-smelling spray. “Be quiet, Simmons.”

As she covered herself with the bug spray as well, Jemmasmirked at him, knowing that she’d won this round. “Why don’t we sit down andhave dinner?” she suggested as she replaced the bottle in her pack, knowing thatfood always seemed to get a grumpy Fitz to calm down for a little bit.

Sure enough, Fitz brightened up at the very mention. “Goodidea, Simmons.” He happily flipped open the flap of his backpack, but withinmoments, his expression had darkened once more. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He searched through the pack a bit morefrantically, but all he came back with were hands full of – “Rations?! This stuff is disgusting, no taste, no variety, nothing. They want me to bloody starve out here!”

Jemma heaved a sigh, snatching one the bars from Fitz. “It’stwenty-four hours, Fitz; I think you’ll survive.”

“That’s debatable,” he muttered petulantly, peeling open oneof the packages and pulling the most revolted expression possible as he tooktiny bites out of it.

Out of nowhere, Jemma gasped, tossing her half-finishedration bar to the side as she jumped up.

“What?! What isit?!” Hurriedly, Fitz glanced all around them, looking for alligators orsomething else terrifying that might be hiding in the swamp (he’d heard therumors around campus about entire SHIELD teams that had gone missing in a swampjust like this one, after all).

“Fitz, look!”Jemma pointed urgently to something over his shoulder, her voice a harshwhisper.

He whirled around, squinting through the gathering darknesstoward where he could see a rather large white form bobbing in the shallow endof the swampy water. Realizing that it was just a heron, he breathed a sigh ofrelief, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest as he bent over to resthis hands on his knees. “Damn itSimmons, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Keep your voice down, would you? You’re going to scare itaway. Oh come on, where did my camerago?” Frantically, Jemma searched through her bag for the wayward camera she’dbeen sure to pack that morning (which now seemed like several days ago).

“Camera?” Fitzrepeated incredulously. “You brought a camera?Why would you ever want to document this trip from hell?”

“Not the trip, thewildlife!” Finally, her hand closed around the camera, and she spun back around.Lifting the viewfinder up to her eye, she was able to snap several picturesbefore the heron seemed to catch wind that it wasn’t alone, flying away.

“Did you get any?” Fitz asked, stepping up beside her topeer over her shoulder.

Jemma reviewed the pictures she’d managed to take, but hershoulders sagged when she realized that it had been too dark, and the onlything she could really see was a white blob hovering in inky blackness. “No,”she sighed.

Fitz squeezed her shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, there’salways tomorrow, right? We’ll have a few hours of morning light before theycome and get us. I’m sure you’ll find some more photogenic swamp birds then.”

Spirits sufficiently raised in the way only Fitz could seemto raise them, Jemma grinned up at him and nodded. “You’re right, Fitz. Webetter get to sleep as soon as possible, then. I can’t wait!”

“Actually…um, I’m not sure I want to sleep.” He glanced around unsurely, rubbing the back of hisneck anxiously. “There are things inswamps.”

“Things?” sherepeated archly. “What kinds of things?”

Fitz threw out his arms, shrugging expressively. “Like…likesnakes and scorpions and spiders and –”

“Fitz,” she cutin, “I doubt SHIELD would’ve sent its two brightest cadets if they thought itwas at all possible we’d be hurt out here. We’ll be just fine.” When he still didn’t look completely sure, she added, “Oh, don’tworry Fitz, I’ll be sure to protect you from the scary things.”

“I don’t need protecting!”Fitz snatched up his backpack, stomping over to the tent and yanking back theunzipped fold of the entrance. “M’not some delicate flower.”

Rolling her eyes fondly and hiding her smile at how easy he was, Jemma grabbed her ownbackpack and followed Fitz into the cramped little tent, zipping it up behindthem.

It didn’t take them long to get settled, and though theywere practically on top of each other in the tiny space, Jemma hoped that Fitzwould fall asleep as swiftly as he always seemed to when they should’ve beenstudying – maybe he wouldn’t be as cranky when he woke up in the morning.

However, twenty minutes later, it was very clear that thatwas the last thing that would be happening.

“Fitz! Get yourknee out of my back!”

“Only after you get the helloff my arm!” There was a pause, then his cry of, “Ow!” filled the little tent. “JesusSimmons, your elbows are like bloody daggers!”

“Well if you had movedlike I asked you to, I wouldn’t have had to make you!”

“If I had moved? Icouldn’t even feel my arm anymore because youwouldn’t move!”

“Maybe your arm wouldn’t have been under me if you weren’tsuch a bed hog! Seriously Fitz, I feel sorry for the misfortunate individualthat ends up having to sleep next to youfor the rest of their life.”

“Yeah, well, the same goes for whoever’s sleeping next toyou. Honestly Simmons, you’re a complete terror.”

“Well it takes one to know one, doesn’t it?”

“What are you, five?”

“Oh will you shut up,Fitz? I’d like to get some sleep this century, if at all possible.”

Silence reigned for a long moment, then he whispered, “’NightSimmons.”

She sighed softly, then murmured in return, “Good night,Fitz.”

The quiet that descended between them lasted for a bit longerthis time, but it was Fitz who broke it again eventually, just as Jemma feltsleep beginning to pull her under.

“Simmons?”

“Yeah?”

“If I had to be stuck in a swamp with anyone…well, I’m gladit’s with you.”

She didn’t answer at first, but when she did, it was to askteasingly, “Because I can put up a tent?” Biting back a giggle at the sound ofhis irritated groan, she was quick to add before he could begin another rantabout tents, “I’m glad I’m stuck with you too, Fitz.”

Through the dark, she felt his hand find hers, his skin clammyin the humidity. His fingers squeezed her hand once, quickly, before releasingit. She felt him shifting around, turning away from her, and a fond smiletugged at her lips. Sure, he might’ve spent the whole day complaining her earoff, but truthfully, Jemma wouldn’t have it any other way; she would rather bestuck in a tent in the middle of a swamp with Fitz, than anywhere else in theworld.

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