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C41: Truth Unfurled

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Chapter: 41/84

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Warning: This chapter is about a suicide attempt (at least closest thing to it for an immortal being)! You'll find a chapter summary in the end.

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"Cause I want to shoot my brains out, Vash." The words slip over your lips as the madness tangles into your thoughts. You are tired, the voices are driving you to insanity, you don't feel like yourself, you haven't for a while; and you just need to clear your head. It feels like a physical itch that you can't rip out with your nails alone. It needs forceful stimulation, at least that's what you're convinced of.

Your hand pulls out from his grip to reach between your bodies to take the gun, you've been feeling it press into your thigh for the whole evening. You don't think too much, head consumed with the voices and your twisted desire, but Vash is fast and grabs hold of your hand.

"No! What are you saying?!" His voice is raised and full of panic before grabbing your other hand too.

"Let go!" You yell back and try to pull your arms free. His grip tightens, and you end up tackling him instead.

"Stop this!" he cries out as his back hits the sandy ground. "Don't do this! Talk to me!"

As you sit up on top of him, you use the extra leverage to rip your arms out of his grip, your raw strength surprising him again, and you bend to grab the weapon. You can almost taste freedom, silence from the voices, peace, and quiet, just for a little bit. That's all you want—to be able to think, to reason, and to love the man currently pinned under you.

The fight you put up makes Vash realize that he needs to step up to keep up. One of his arms smacks away your hands, giving him the extra second to grab his gun himself and throw it over his shoulder.

"No!" Your body lunges forward, trying to reach for the firearm, but his arms wrap themselves around your waist and pull you against him. As you land over his body, his face is pressed into your chest. Your arms push against his shoulders and the ground. "Let me go!"

You thrash against his grip, trying to force yourself loose. One hand tries to reach for the weapon, but it's too far. This is torture—the restraint over your body, the pain in your head. You're back in the lab, tied to the table with nowhere to run, no way out, just pain as you are ripped apart.

"No! Let me go! Set me free!" The raspy shriek escapes your throat, you're no longer fighting Vash, but your past.

"Iris! Calm down! Wake up!" Vash calls out to you as you use all your strength to struggle against him. He can barely hold on to you as you kick against his legs, your fingers digging into his shoulder.

He knows this is not you, your heart and mind aren't currently with him, it's the sickly part that has been driven to its limits. You keep screaming wordlessly, your hand still reaching out, but it seems less like towards the gun specifically and more like you are looking for someone to pull you out of your misery.

Vash uses his legs to get some momentum and rolls both of you over. He holds you to the ground with his body weight, but your arms try to push him off you or at least struggle out from under him. His hands grab yours tightly, and he pulls up to sit on top of you.

"Iris! Look at me!" He shouts out as your eyes are not focusing on anything in particular while your whole body is trying to throw him off. He pins your arms to the ground as he looms over you.

"Let go!" you hoarsely scream, wiggling in the sand. "Set me free! Save me!"

Your words sting him, you are asking to be rescued from your torment. For the first time you speak up like this, you beg for release. He doesn't know what to do, how to save you.

"Iris! Wake up! You're here with me!" His voice isn't as loud anymore, but it continues to be insistent, trying to reach you.

Your eyes meet his, and the fear and mania in them is momentarily replaced with recognition, but it doesn't last long as your head rolls back to look over the sand towards the gun. He feels your hand trying to move towards it, but there's a lot less force behind it.

"Just... shoot me..." Your voice has gone quiet, just a breath carrying the words, "Set me free."

"I won't do that!" his hands still holding onto your wrists. "I could never do that!"

"Please!" he sees tears collecting in your eyes, pooling in the far corners. "I won't die anyway... Just grant me a moment of silence!"

"Love..." His voice trails off, the struggle in your body is gone, it's just sorrow and tears in your eyes. All of your fight has left.

"I give up..." Your eyes trace back to his, and his heart is shattering. "I can't do this anymore! It's not fair!"

Vash gets off you without letting go of your arms, he uses them to gently pull you up and into his embrace. He holds you, one hand on your head, the other wrapped around your body. His breathing is just as heavy as yours after this struggle, and he hears little whimpers escape your lungs occasionally.

"How can I help you? I can't stand seeing you suffer! There has to be something..." He hugs you tighter and feels your hands gripping his shirt.

"Let me have it... Let me blow out the cobwebs from my head... Maybe it will grant me just a bit more time..." Your voice is choppy and quiet. "Or return me... Be free of me... Help me to go away... You deserve better, I'll just be a burden... one that doesn't go away... I don't want to make you sad... You've been so sad."

He hears you start to cry, and he puts his cheek against your head, his hand grabbing his coat from next to him and putting it over you before returning to your back and rubbing circles on it.

"I refuse..." He knows what you're asking him—the same thing you asked him when he first met you. "There has to be another way."

"I am so grateful to you, you made me so happy... I prayed I had more time... These few months haven't been enough... Not nearly enough time to know you..."

"Few months?" The words shock Vash and make him look at you again. "How long do you think it has been?"

"What do you mean?" Your voice is careful, with a note of confusion, "We left Calamity J like what? Two months ago? And before that... just a few more months... I wish I had a lifetime with you... or at the very least a few happy years..."

"It's been 8 months since Calamity J... It's been nearly a year since I found you." He sounds neutral, like the information has been simply too much.

He feels you stiffen in his arms, you don't even seem to be breathing. You stay like that for a moment before pushing a gap between your bodies to look up at his face. Your expression is a mix of horror, disbelief, and sadness.

"This is impossible. Tell me it's not true..." Your mouth stays open as your eyes look for confirmation that he wasn't serious.

"Love... Do you really only feel like a few months have passed?" Vash forces his voice to be calm.

"I..." you pause, looking off and thinking back, "I only remember enough to fill a couple months... A lot has melted together, the days spent in the desert have disappeared..."

"You mentioned it has happened before... the voices."

"It has never gotten this bad." Your heart is beating heavy in your chest, and the fear in your soul has cleared your head enough. The voices are pushed into a far corner. "They started decades after the Fall and they slowly got worse to the point I couldn't think straight, they tired me out, and I did feel close to losing my mind. That's why I wanted to end my existence, to slide into the silent unknown... I didn't know what would come of me. They started almost immediately again as soon as you woke me, compressing the process that took many years last time into one night, but it wasn't as bad. I think somehow you suppressed the worst of it. I think you did that for a long time. What would have driven me crazy before, you made bearable. But there are limits even to that."

His hand moves from your hair to your cheek, gently cupping it, the fingers stroking over your skin, wiping away the tears.

"I don't understand completely what they are—the voices. They feel like a river trying to push through a dam, the force behind them growing stronger with time. I wish I could just remember—remember everything, maybe then... maybe they would stop tormenting me. But there's a blockade, something is keeping it back."

"That's why you seem to be so distant... Maybe that's why the voices were quiet for a short period... Your brain is trying to protect itself by simply shutting off." Vash looks at you with sorrow. "Oh, Iris, I would do anything for you to get better."

"Except for what I ask..." There's a hint of amusement in your eyes.

"Yes, except for those things..." Vash stays serious, "Cause they wouldn't help you get better. Just potentially temporary fixes, but not nearly enough. Love, I..."

He bites his tongue. He wants to tell you that he wants to spend eternity with you, however long he is given on this planet, he wants to spend it all with you. Years, decades, centuries, or millennia, he wants you by his side. Your brilliant smile and loving eyes are brighter than any sun for him. Your banter and wordplay could fill his every day with joy. But he can't say that, he can't admit that, because while it is all true, he knows full well that he will bring you pain and suffering.

"Love, I want to see your fire again," he changes up his sentence. "The life in your eyes, I want you to be well, present, and ready to take on whatever this world throws at you. I know you have so much to give, so much to experience. Don't give up quite yet, please, hold on a while longer."

It hurts to hear him pleading with you like this over your life and well being. You realize he puts a lot more value on you than you yourself do. With that, the two of you are the same. You would never want to see him hurt while he is ready to jump in at any moment to save someone else at the expense of himself. The only difference is his mortality. You use it as an excuse to hurt yourself—that you are expendable, that you will regenerate while he doesn't—but in reality, you wouldn't want him to get hurt even if he were immortal. You realize just how much he is hurting over you, how hard it must be for him to see you in the state you are in, knowing you are hiding it from him unsuccessfully. He has taken care of you for much longer than you had thought, so hearing you give up now must be hard.

"Alright," you say resolutely, looking into his eyes. "That said, I am doing it for you. I will fight for as long as I can bear, but you always have an out. I don't want you to suffer over this, if I become too heavy of a burden, then leave me with no guilt, with no looking back."

Chapter summary: The voices overwhelm you and drive you to insanity, all you want is a moment of peace. While you assure Vash that you can't die of this, he refuses to let you have your way in this matter and stops you from hurting yourself. He talks to you and you uncover that you have lost a lot of memories regarding your time with Vash, for you only a few months have passed, while in reality it has been a year. Vash doesn't know how to help you, but refuses to give in and pleads for you to hold on for a little while longer. You give into his demand with the caveat that he always has an out if you get to be too much, he can leave you without a hint of guilt.

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His Little Sunshine

This is an old work of mine, revamped, of my ship JudithxGriffin from The Elementalist. Because this Earth-Att deserves all the love and affection in this galaxy. I hate the fact that this series was limited to 2 books plus a holiday edition. Sighs...

Side Note: I’m going to give the TE MC a twin brother instead. Just cause, I find it a bit amusing (seeing how I grew up with a brother).

Book: The Elementalist (Book 2)

Pairing: Judith Gabriel x Griffin Langley

Rating: T (Teens)

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: Griffin hasn’t seen much of his girlfriend as of late. He knew there was a lot going on with her. Between her twin, finding a missing Source, wanting to reunite with her mother, and deal with school on top of that. After seeing her sent away because of her lack of focus in Thief practice, he made plans to find her. He didn’t have to look far, seeing how she found him instead.

Griffin could hear every muscle in his body screaming bloody murder as he made his way back to his dorm. Due to being champions for the past two years, once thanks to him and another thanks to his girlfriend, it didn’t surprise the Earth-Att that their captain was pushing practice harder than usual. A weary sigh escaped him.

Though he wasn’t very merciful to those who couldn’t keep him. The senior caption had to send Judith away due to her lack of focus. The young Sun-Att looked upset about being dismissed, but she didn’t protest. Griffin didn’t know too much of what was going on with her personally. But from what Zeph told him at the end of practice, Atlas wasn’t speaking to her. Griffin knew how much Judith deeply cared for her brother and for Atlas to be avoiding her like this is probably killing her. It hurt the junior that he didn’t know about this sooner. Once practice was over, he booked it to his dorm to take a much needed shower so he could go see her.

Walking into his room, Griffin immediately went into his bathroom. Throwing off the dirty Thief uniform, he hopped into the shower. Tension melted away from his body under the warm spray. As he washed away the dirt and grime, his mind wandered to the girl who fell into his life.

Literally.

He remembered feeling a warm, powerful presence that suddenly appeared on campus grounds. Thinking it was some important visitor, he immediately went to find out who it was. That said person turned out to be a girl falling head first into the campus lake. When she didn’t resurface quickly enough, he instinctively jumped in after her. As he swam up to her, Griffin could see how disorientated she was. Delicate fingers clenched at her throat, trying to keep what little air she had in her. He could remember how warm she felt as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the surface. When they were on solid ground, she clung to him, coughing up any water that tried to get into her lungs. When she finally looked up to meet his gaze, Griffin could feel his heart skip a beat.

Despite looking confused and soaked to the bone, the girl was absolutely beautiful. Warm dark brown skin was glistening with water, long brown-black locs were heavily drenched, soft looking flushed cheeks, full lips gasping for breath, and chocolate brown eyes that seem to bore into his soul. Her curvy body pressed intimately against him as he held her.

The young Earth-Att knew he was in trouble from that very moment.

After drying them both, he helped eased her into campus life the best he could. Thankfully, they’ve met Zeph and Sherya on the way while she tried settled in. Griffin was glad that Judith was making new friends, though he did want to spend as much time with her as he possibly could. When he took her to see the secret waterfall, he slowly began to open up to her. Judith proved to be patient and kind as she listened to him speak, but wasn’t afraid to tell him what he needed to hear.

That’s when he knew he was developing feelings for her…

Her warm personality as a Sun-Att would soothe him, while she grounded him like a true Earth-Att. She made feel like him can take on the world and come out on top…

A smile tugged on his lips as Griffin rinsed off the suds from his body.

‘She was so strong, kindhearted, fierce, loving, and apologetically herself. God, do I love that woman…’

After putting some cocoa butter lotion on his skin, Griffin wrapped his towel around his waist and walked back into his room. As he made his way to his dresser, that’s when he noticed a lump on top of his bed that wasn’t there when he walked in earlier. The lump moved and sat up. Griffin couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him.

His adorable little girlfriend was sleepily rubbing her eyes while she was wearing one of his hoodies, which was obviously a few sizes too big for her. Griffin spied a pair of black shorts and a pair of Converse at the foot of his bed. Dark brows shot up to his hairline.

‘So, she not wearing any pants and there’s a chance she’s wearing a tank top under my hoodie...’

“Griffin...” he heard her say softly as she yawned. Blood rushing else where and he willed himself to breathe. If there’s one thing that could get him going was the sound of her sleepy voice. Something about that particular husky tone as she spoke has caused a few daydreams of a few lazy mornings in his bed to pass his mind...

‘Down Griffin,’ he mentally chided himself. ‘No need to jump your sexy, cute girlfriend whose wearing your clothes and in your bed. At least not yet…’ he walked over to her and kissed her forehead.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he cooed softly at her. Warm brown eyes blinked a few more times before looking up at the towering man. Those same eyes finally focused and widen.

“Oh-I-um…” she spluttered helplessly, blushing as she stared at her boyfriend, in just a towel-

A mischievous smirk tugged on his lips.

“C’mon babe, there’s nothing that you haven’t seen before,” he teased her. Judith’s blush worsen and she fiddled with the strings of the hoodie.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna put on some clothes,” Griffin reassured with a wink. Judith didn’t say anything as she looked up at him with her big brown eyes. Griffin bit on the inside of his cheek.

‘Damn, she’s really asking for it…’

His hand moved down to undo the knot of the towel. Judith’s eyes widened and she quickly threw on the hood over her face just as the towel dropped to the floor. Griffin cackled at how cute she was acting towards the motion of seeing him in his birthday suit.

“It’s not funny,” she mumble from under the hood. The howls of laughter quiet down to soft snickers as Griffin pulled out a pair of boxers from his drawer, slipping them on.

“Yes, it is. As I said, there’s nothing you haven’t seen,” he playfully shot back. She flipped him off as he put on a pair of red gym shorts and a black wife beater. Griffin snorted and climbed onto his bed, invading his precious girlfriend’s space.

“Are you dressed,” she asked. Griffin gave an impish grin.

“And if I’m not,” he said cheekily. She punched his arm in protest.

“Griffin… stop it,” she hissed. He chuckled.

“Yes, I’m fully clothed,” he reassured her. Judith peeked from under the hood to find that he was telling the truth, finally pulling it off. The girl let out a yelp as her boyfriend pulled her closer, adjusting her so she was straddling him as he leaned against the wall behind them. The feeling of the soft, warm skin of her thighs cradling his hips caused Griffin smirk lazily.

“Mind telling me what you’re doing in my dorm, in my bed, and wearing my hoodie,” he teased. Judith’s arms found their way around his neck, leaning in closer. A large set of hands rested on top of her hips.

“I didn’t feel comfortable being in my dorm right now. So I snuck into your room to take a nap. I just found your hoodie in your closet and… it smelled like you, so I wanted to wear something that reminded me of you,” she whispered, feeling a little shy. Griffin let out a soft laugh, leaning in and kissing her soft lips. Judith sighed at the contact and returned the kiss.

It was sweet and lingering, as if to silently communicate how much they’ve missed each other…

With Judith finding out her mother is a Source, Atlas avoiding her, and the mission of trying to locate Gemma in order to stop Kane, they haven’t seen much of each other as late.

Griffin broke the kiss in favor of kissing her neck. Full lips trailed teasing kisses to under her ear, one of her hidden sweet spots.

“Ooohhhh… Griffin~” she moaned sweetly. Slender fingers work their way into dark curly hair, gently pulling the seasoned Thief star closer. Griffin lightly sucked on the spot before blowing on it. Judith shivered and rocked against him, trying to alleviate the ache that started to grow in between her thighs. A deep groan escaped his throat as he tightened the hold he had on her hips.

‘Easy there, Griffin. Comfort your girlfriend before you jumped into any loving.’

The junior boy pulled away from her neck to look his girlfriend in her eyes. Arousal and love danced in those pretty brown orbs of hers, just barely masking the sadness she felt. He rubbed her back slowly.

“Judith,” Griffin whispered her name as he began to shower her face in kisses.

“Hm?” She hummed softly, allowing her boyfriend to show her some much needed love and affection.

“You know how much I love you, right?” She nodded.

“Mhmmm… I love you too, Griffin,” she said softly as she gazed into his eyes. Hearing those words never fails to make his heart stutter out a dreamy sigh. Griffin pulled her to his chest, letting her listen to his heartbeat while he bury his face into her hair.

“You know you can always come to me when something is bothering you, right,” he said, kissing her hair. Judith didn’t say anything and Griffin let out a sigh.

“Judith, please talk to me. It hurts me seeing you like this,” he pleaded with her. It broke the boy’s heart seeing her look so lost and defeated. That was nothing like the Judith he knew. No matter how dim the situation, she always had this inner light that would radiate with hope and strength. She’s always there for everyone in Golden Jaguars.

‘Now it’s my turn to be there for her.’

Judith bit her lip.

“I hurt him, Griffin,” she whimpered into his chest. Griffin squeezed her reassuringly.

“What do you mean, love,” he asked softly. A small sniffle escaped and the dam broke.

“I HURT MY BROTHER, GRIFFIN! After the mermaid party, Atlas came into my dorm. He was accusing me of losing sight of our mission of finding Gemma and worrying about our mother who he says doesn’t give a damn about us! His magick was flaring up because of his anger and it was causing mine to react. I tried to get him to leave so I wouldn’t hurt him, but it was too late! I accidentally used Blood magick and hurt him! He was losing c-consciousness a-a-and there was so much b-blood staining the floor. His blood was on my hands and I…” she cut herself and she submitted herself to her tears. Griffin held her tight and rocked her in his arms.

He spoke to her in a gentle voice, coaching her to breathe with him. She struggled to get in control of her breath, sobbing heavily into his wife beater. Slowly, but surely, she matched the raise and fall of his breathing, relaxing in his strong arms. Messy tear streaks ran down her cheeks as she looked up at him with red, puffy eyes. Full lips kissed away any more tears that tried to escape the corners of her eyes while his thumbs wiped away the tears from her soft cheeks.

“I want nothing more but to meet my mother and get to know her, but I don’t want to lose Atlas in the progress. I miss him, Griffin,” she sniffled. He gently hushed her, kissing her forehead.

“I know you do, Judith. I understand that it’s hard for you to wait for Atlas to come around. I know it’s hard to hear, but he’ll come around on his own terms. He knows how sorry you are, but he needs time accepting the fact that your mother is alive somewhere. He feels hurt and expressing it in the only way he knows how. You know better than anyone else that he’s not accepting of people, and it will that awhile for him to open up to others. We all know how stubborn your brother is, he wouldn’t do something unless he does it willingly… I believe that he come around sooner than you think. He loves you, Judith. It’s impossible not to love you,” he told her, pecking her lips. She giggled and tried to hide her smile from her boyfriend, but he still saw it.

There’s that beautiful smile I love,” he cooed at her, leaving multiple kisses on her cheeks. She squealed and tried to push him away.

“Nooooo~! Griffin, stop it,” she giggled, squirming around on his lap. He swiftly pinned her under him, drinking in her features. Her locs formed a pretty halo around her head. Her eyes were sparkling in mirth. A huge smile brighten her face as little laughs escaped her lips. Griffin nuzzled her cheek with the tip of his nose. A small pair of hands cupped his face, bringing him closer.

“Thank you for being here for me, Griffin,” Judith whispered against his lips.

“Anything for you, Sunshine,” he said, kissing her lips. Griffin could feel her smile against his mouth as she happily returned the kiss. He lowered himself so his body would be pressing against hers. As they continued to kiss, one of Griffin’s hands crept up the hoodie and the other found her ass. Judith gasped against his lips and he smoothly slipped his tongue into her mouth. The young girl moaned helplessly beneath him. The sound alone was enough for Griffin to feel himself harden against her thigh. The pair separated for air.

“Griffin, you’re poking me,” Judith said, a cute flush coloring her cheeks. Griffin smirked.

“Not my fault you look so damn sexy in my clothes,” he said, kissing along her jaw.

“You sure you want me now? I was just balling my eyes out few minutes ago. I’m pretty sure I don’t look the best right now,” she mumbled, tilting her head so he can have more access to her neck. Griffin rolled his eyes and sucked at the soft skin.

“I’ll always find you beautiful, Judith… and I’ll prove it to you like I always do,” he said huskily against her skin, squeezing her ass. Another moan left her lips as Judith gripping the back of his wife beater.

“Griffin…” she gasped as a pair of teeth lightly bit her neck. Griffin pulled away enough to pull off his hoodie from her body. A white tank top hugged her upper body. He licked his lips, looking very much like a man who hasn’t eaten in days.

“So damn beautiful,” he whispered, brushing his fingers against the birthmark on her shoulder. Judith sat up and pulled off her tank top, revealing a sexy red and black number that was hidden underneath. Griffin stared wide eyed as she pushed back so he was sitting and crawled into his lap. She lightly traced imaginary patterns on his warm skin while looking at him from under her lashes.

“I’m yours, Griffin… if you’ll have me…” he gave her a gentle kiss on her lips, holding her closer to his chest.

“You’ll always be my little Sunshine,” he whispered softly against her lips. Judith beamed at him, kissed him with more force. The older boy responded eagerly, running his hands over her soft skin. A smirk tugged on his lips as he gave her ass a smack. Judith let out a loud squeal, pulling away blushing.

“You’ve had such a stressful past few weeks but don’t worry, baby girl… I’m gonna give you that loving you need,” he growled in her ear. She shivered and grinded down on him.

Needless to say, Judith didn’t leave Griffin’s room for the next few hours...

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mandos-sluts · 3 years

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The Payment Part Two

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, unprotected sex (never irl!!), dirty talk

Summary: You fulfill your deal with the Mandalorian and he demonstrates just how much your boyfriend sucks in bed

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The Payment Part One

You sit up on your knees and pull him down so that you are straddling him. He grabs your hips and grinds you against his clothed erection a few times.

You shift down and begin unbuttoning his pants. Mando stretches out his arms behind him and leans back, just watching you work his pants undone, not bothering to help. *see gif* He has a smug smirk underneath his helmet as he appreciates the fact that ten minutes ago you were resisting him, and now he has you wrapped around his finger and desperate for his cock. He’s so satisfied that he’s about to fuck his bounty's girlfriend.

You reach into his underwear and can feel the precum smeared against the fabric. You pull out his thick, long, rock hard member. “Fuck, M-mando. Your….your cock is so much bigger than his.” You mutter.

“Obviously.” He whispers to himself. But Mando can see genuine worry in your eyes, so he pulls your arm and positions you back on his lap. You straddle him and he starts grinding you against his now bare member which is flat against his stomach.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. We’ll go slow— I’ll be gentle.” He purrs, pulling your body to his beskar clad chest so that you’re lying on top of him.

He guides your hips up and down his length, coating his shaft in your juices. The rubbing of his throbbing cock against your clit feels amazing. Part of you is completely satisfied simply doing this— it’s comfortable and pleasurable. But you can tell Mando is getting impatient by the way his roaming hands are squeezing parts of your body harder and harder.

Mando’s soft demeanor only lasts for so long. He needs more. “Let’s go, baby girl, I want my cock inside of you.” He says jolting you, but trying not to sound too impatient. “I need to feel that perfect pussy of yours wrapped around me.” Mando pushes you to sit up straddling his lap.

Mando’s two fingers alone were almost too much to handle— you’re down right scared to take his member. But at the same time, you also want to deliver Mando the same pleasure he gave you.

You take a deep breath and reluctantly position yourself so that his dick is aligned with your entrance. You bring your hips down slightly, taking just the tip of his cock into you.

Your mouth opens and you let out a high-pitched breath as your eyes are glued on Mando’s visor. You already feel like your hole is being stretched beyond its limits; you can’t fathom how you are going to take the rest. You slowly move your hips up and down, so that only the head of his dick is pumping in and out of you.

Mando wants to comfort you and ease you into it, because he knows it’s going to hurt. But his eagerness and aching for release outweighs and clouds his desire to keep you tranquil.

You are still barely adjusting to the first inch of his length when Mando slams your hips down, forcing the rest of his dick into you. You scream out, literally at the top of your lungs “Ahhhhhh!!!”

As much as he does want you to be comfortable, Mando cannot deny that he is so turned on by watching you scream.

“Fuuuuuccckkk.” Mando moans out as he feels his entire length get swallowed by your walls. In hindsight, him saying that he’d be gentle was somewhat wishful thinking on his part; he could only hold back so much.

Mando starts driving you up and down on his cock, and it’s anything but gentle. His hands are gripping your hips so hard that they’re sure to bruise as he rams them down.

“Fuck! Mando! Fuck fuck!!” You literally cry out. Your hands are grasping his shoulders and your eyes are squeezed shut. Your legs instinctively try to resist his thrusts. You try to come down on his dick more lightly, but your shaky thighs are no match for Mando’s strength as he impales you on his erection.

Mando can’t help himself. Watching you come undone— watching how much his cock absolutely destroys you makes him want to be even more brutal. You are such a fuckin sight. Screaming out with tears rolling down your face as his large hands control your fragile body so easily.

“Does it hurt, baby?” Mando asks as he bounces you up and down on his dick. He isn’t sure which answer he wants more.

“Y-yeah, b-but it feels– it feels good.” You stutter out, opening your eyes. The pain, while still prominent, is now intertwined with unbelievable pleasure. You’re shocked at how quickly Mando’s gentle, reassuring conduct turned into a raw, animalistic type of behavior.

“Ah– you’re such a good girl.” Mando growls as he smacks your ass cheek. “Never been fucked like this before, huh?” He breathes out his modulator.

Your mouth is wide open, spilling lewd uncontrollable moans that fill the room. You can barely respond. “Fuck! N-never.” You manage muster out.

Just when you thought Mando couldn’t hit you any deeper, he thrusts his hips right when you thrust down. You screech as you feel his cock plow into your cervix. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he splits you in two.

Mando moves one hand to your tit and starts kneading it while teasing your nipple. “You like that I’m fucking your brains out on my ship while your boyfriend’s in carbonite in the next room?” Mando mocks. “Maybe I should unfreez him so he can watch me fuck his girlfriend, show him what you look like when you get fucked by a real man.”

Mando drags his hand from your chest down to your clit and starts circling it. If he was destroying you before, Mando was absolutely slaughtering you now. The combination of the savage penetration and the friction on your clit has you seeing stars. The moans and wails escaping your wide open mouth make it sound like you’re being murdered.

“Ahhhh f-fu– Mmmmand ahhh-ah! Fuuuck–” You’re not even sure what you’re trying to say.

“Look at you, so cockdrunk you can’t even speak.” Mando says as he moves his other hand to your face and dips two fingers into your mouth. At this point he didn’t need to maneuver your hips for you; you were mechanically bouncing up and down his length, chasing the organsm you felt coming.

You suck Mando’s fingers for as long as you can before your mouth falls open again to let out your impulsive screams.

“Cum again for me.” Mando commands. All you can do is moan in response.

“Come on baby, don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?” He says as he moves his hands back to your hips and starts bouncing you faster.

You stare into his black visor and nod, panting, unable to conjure up words. Then your climax rips through your body and your cunt flutters on Mandos cock. You shriek as you push Mando’s hand away from your clit, and you hear him let out a satisfied chuckle.

Mando rides you through your orgasm and then roughly pulls your chest down and starts thrusting his hips fast up into you.

“Baby girl, let– let me cum in you.” He says urgently as he digs his hands into your back.

“Yes! M-mando! Please!” You cry as your legs go numb, straddling over him as he desperately pounds up into you. “My– my boyfriend never cums in me, he– he always– ahh– always wears protection. I want your– your cum in me, Mando. Fuck! Please!”

These words send Mando over the edge— knowing that no one else has ever cum in you, knowing that you don’t even let your boyfriend cum in you, yet you are begging for his seed. “Ahhhhhh fuck yes baby.” Mando chokes out as you feel the surge of his juices load you up.

Your and Mando’s breathing slows down and you lift yourself off of him, rolling to lie down next to him and catch your breath. Mando puts himself back in his pants.

You feel his cum dripping out of your pussy, and you bring your hand down to your crotch and wipe some of it up with your fingers. You casually bring your hand up to look at his cum, intrigued by the fluid of this Mandalorian bounty hunter who just fucked you beyond belief. It’s glossy and glistening in the light.

Mando is sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning his pants as he catches you admiring his seed out of the corner of his eye. He stands up and towers over you, gazing at your naked, still trembling body. He takes your sperm-coated hand and brings it to your mouth, sliding your fingers between your lips.

You stare into his visor with doe eyes and suck your fingers, tasting his warm juices. Mando could get hard again just watching you suck his cum off of your fingers for him.

“You like that?” He purrs. You nod with your fingers still in your mouth.

Mando lies down next to you and props himself up on his elbow. His visor is fixated on your leaking cunt as he runs his fingers inside your folds. He loves feeling his cum spreading around your pussy and mixing with your slick.

“Fuck.” Mando spits. “Your cunt is so wasted on that fucker.” He says while gently stroking your sore pussy.

You softly chuckle. “Yeah, that’s clear now.”

Mando growls in frustration. He has slept with countless sex workers, but none compare to you. “Ugh. Your pussy was made for my cock. It– fuck– your pussy belongs wrapped around my cock, baby girl.” He says lifting his gaze to meet yours.

You bite your lip and stare at him with puppy dog eyes.

Mando sighs and tilts his head. “You really want me to let him go?”

“No. But take me with you.” You say wrapping your arms around his neck. I wanna watch you bring him in.”

You can’t even remember your boyfriend’s name.

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nanastea · 3 years

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how do they handle a drunk s/o II

order: just as the title says! this time with fushiguro toji, nanami kento, ino takuma & choso!

pairings: fushiguro toji + nanami kento + ino takuma + choso x gn!reader

word count: 208 + 152 + 52 + 169

tags: drinking + alcohol! fluffy, some domesticity~

date: apr. 26, 2021

nana’s note: because part one became one of my most noted work, i thought making a second part would be nice (⺣◡⺣)♡ please enjoy~ and i also made a mistake of putting “he” and instead of “they” in the title cause i wanted to write with maki next time 😔 so i went back and changed the original + masterlist (reblogs can’t be changed) i’m very sorry 😭 will add the divider and edit when i get home 🤪

part one: how do they handle a drunk s/o

previous order: bringing home a stray animal

𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢

like gojo, man is the one making you drunk

i’d say toji is a really heavy drinker so he doesn’t get drunk easily

but when you do, he’s having a field day

man does not hesitate to leave you be and watch you crash and fall

if you’re at home (most likely playing some sort of drinking game like strip poker) he’s laughing his ass off watching you twirl your discarded shirt above your head

if you’re in public like at a bar or club, he’s very similar to when at home but he does keep any eye on you especially when you’re bumping into people and they’re getting too close for comfort

he beats em up 🙄

he’s one to record your drink antics and keep it for his sake (never shows it to anyone promise you on that)

when you guys finally arrive at home, he helps you undress and into your night clothes–but actually he’s watching you struggle to slip your leg through one of the holes of your shirt

when you whine for help, he relents and assists you

the next morning, toji has brewed you a hot cup of green tea and placed a greasy bag of mcdonald's breakfast in front of you :/

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

it’s canon that nanami is the best drinker so he has a very high tolerance for alcohol

in the case that you’re drunk, nanami takes all alcohol away from you just before you can really get shit faced

but on the days you drank too much at the club, nanami removes you from the premises before you’re picking fights with anyone and anything

i quite literally mean people and the wall you bumped into

when you guys arrive at home, he has to bathe you because 1. you reek of alcohol and he doesn’t want to bring that to the bed, and 2. you were sweating

he means well, really

makes you drink water and medicine just so the in a couple of hours you won’t wake to a pounding headache

in morning, nanami makes you a hangover breakfast served with tea and makes sure you’ve eaten enough to restore your stomach

𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚

you’re drunk together. need i say more

no, but really, be it at home or in a bar/club, you two are making an absolute mess

nanami is the one to drive you two home and make sure you’ve settled alright :/

happens all of the time and man is tired of it :|

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

motherly instincts kick in

no but i don’t think choso is one to drink a lot be it high tolerance or he doesn’t want to

if you’re at a party, choso’s the designated driver through and through

he’ll probably throw back a few shots, but stops because he needs to keep an eye on you

when at home, he’s more loose and let’s you do what you want but still tries to limit to a few drinks

he kind of regrets that when you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and it’s literally two in the morning

yes you did get complaints from neighbors and yes choso had to apologize on your behalf

but he isn’t mad because choso’s patience is impeccable (i’ve also said here ;])

he makes sure you’ve drank enough water before putting you to bed and then proceeding to clean up the mess you made in the living room

he’s very drained after that and he doesn’t show it so please pamper him next time :(

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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AYE requests briefly open you say? Then here ya go: MC (female or gn) turns into a child for a day courtsey of Solomon (maybe around 5) with the Brothers. I think it'd be adorable, what with finger painting on spell books and things, but there ya go!

The MC is Now Five Years Old, Thanks Solomon...

Oh boy…. A little kid in Hell sounds like a train wreck admittedly, but at least they'll have some pretty strong guardians right? I heard It'll Be Okay by SMLE & Helen Tess and decided that was JUST the feel this sort of request needed.

Intro:

Solomon really doesn't mess up spells often. He's been doing this for a while (at least as far as my headcanon is concerned) so he's gotten pretty damn good at magic over the years. It takes a looot to make him mess up. Like say, a natural disaster, an unexpected surprise… or a whole-ass MC getting knocked into what sigil he's using at just the wrong time. Yeah. That'll do it.

How in the world is he going to explain this to the brothers…?

Lucifer

His anger toward Solomon is quite severe… tempered only slightly by how utterly adorable kid!MC is. (Well all know he's got that soft spot for cute things 🤭) It reminds him so much of his brothers at that age…

The man basically reverts back to being Dad!Lucifer sooo fast.

He's the one tying their shoes, checking on them throughout the day, making sure they're not running with scissors… that sort of thing.

Weirdly enough he's not that bothered by it… In fact, his brothers find it a little unnerving just how at peace he seems when he's keeping track of kid!MC doing this or that… It's like he's just put on an old pair of gloves and found out they still fit.

Speaking of his brothers, Lucifer can't turn off "Parent Mode" so it starts spilling over to them too...

When he started telling Levi "It's bedtime" and used a napkin to wipe Beel's face for him in public, they decided to hold an informal intervention. They're grown demons now, damnit!! 😖

Mammon

The first thing kid!MC did when they saw Mammon was fling themselves at him while screaming "MAMMIE!!!" at the top of their lungs… Regardless of his confusion, the man could probably die happy now.

He only gripes a little bit about being saddled with babysitting duty… Because everybody knows he's not the babysitter now. He's the playmate.

"Mammie, I wanna play House!!" "I ain't playing House with ya, kid. How 'bout Tag?" "No way, you're too fast!" "Hide'n Seek?" "Luci said we can't play that no more…" "Well don't hide in the oven again!" "You didn't find me!!" "That was the problem!!!"

Pretty much the Man-Child/Actual Child Duo. He's perfect for keeping up with them and they'll whine incessantly when they can't find him for too long...

Totally the brother to take them to the amusement park or really any of those super fun places kids love. He will be just as excited as they are to be there, too.

It's not uncommon to find Mammon passed out on a couch or something with an equally exhausted kid!MC sleeping on his back. The two can really wear each other out…

Leviathan

He's probably the least perturbed by this change. Sudden de-aging of characters is a pretty popular anime trope, after all...

He's not all that taken with kid!MC though to be honest… Largely because he's too worried about keeping his stuff out of their grubby mitts. 😖

"Levi, what's this?" "GAH! Don't touch that!! That's my limited edition Ultra☆Rainbow Witch figurine!!" "I wanna play with it, though!" "It's not a toy!!" "That's not fair! You have nothing but toys, Levi!! You need to share!!" "NO I DON'T!!!"

In those times where Lucifer forces him to share, Levi goes full neat-freak. He handles all the discs and games himself, everything gets practically sterilized, and kid!MC HAS to wash their hands before they touch ANYTHING (especially the game controllers). He ain't risking any random kid-gunk getting on his precious possessions… 😰

He does enjoy playing games with them well enough, at least. No one's going to pass up a game of Devil Kart after all!

Sometimes he'll let them win just to see how happy they get… Though, then they start getting a big head about it so he has to remind him who the actual gamer is with another string of losses... Sucks to suck, kid! 😌😏

Satan

… You know, five year-olds ask a lot of questions… A looot of questions…

"Satan, what's that?" "An umbrella. You use it so that rain doesn't get on you." "Where does rain come from?" "Evaporated water collects in the atmosphere and-" "Is rain like the sky peeing?" "...." "Satan? Does your face hurt?... Satan?"

Please Lord, they may not be on speaking terms, but someone has to have mercy on his patience...

In truth, Satan's kind of charmed by how curious kid!MC is, he just wished they'd listen more to his boring explanations…

"Satan? Why does everyone listen to Diavolo?" "Lord Diavolo is like a king to us demons." "Where's his crown?" "He doesn't wear a crown." "Oh… You don't wear a crown and people listen to you. Are you a king too?" "I mean, you're not wrong… 😏" "Satan, get back to work."

Eh, maybe having a little MC isn't all that bad. They don't lie, after all. 😌

Asmodeus

OMG he hasn't seen a child this cute since the twins were in diapers!!!!

If Mammon isn't around then Asmo takes over babysitting duties (like an actual babysitter) and he's more than happy to do it. It reminds of him of taking care of baby Belphie!

If kid!MC has any interest at all in makeup then he's happy to foster it. He won't give them the good stuff of course, but he'll show them how to do blush, eyes, lipstick, nail polish, whatever!

He also dabbles in a bit of facepaint so do they want to look like a kitty, panda, or dragon? He's got them covered.

Asmo just likes to let them be creative in all forms, really. He's going to be the one to break out the paint and markers and just the kid!MC go to town! (hopefully not on the walls…)

Takes pictures of whatever they draw, good or bad, and happily displays them to everyone. There's not a big enough fridge to hold all the art he's going to collect (and zealously protect).

Beelzebub

Playmate #2 right after Mammon, but he's the less excitable, more responsible one.

"Beel! Beel! Watch me jump off this slide!!" 😰 "Please don't… You could hurt yourself… You slide down slides. That's why they're called that." "*GASP*... That's right! You're a genius!!" *sits back down* "Not really, but thank you." 😊 *waits for them at the bottom*

If the MC is with Beel, they're doing one of two things. Either they're playing together or gorging themselves on junk food.

Beel actually likes "domestic" games like House and Tea Party because it's an excuse to raid the kitchen. He'll play "house-husband" all day as long as he gets to actually eat at every imaginary dinnertime.

He'll play active games too, of course. Especially action-oriented ones like "Cops and Robbers" or Superheros. No one's better at roughhousing than Beel! Though he'll go easy on them, cause they're small and all… 😅

Everyone can always tell when Beel's in charge of them because he carries them around on his shoulders. He's the tallest one of the family so it's like getting to be a giant!

Belphegor

Belphie was introduced to kid!MC when they started crying during one of his naps. They couldn't wake him and they thought he was dead… Followed directly by them declaring their tears were magic when they noticed his eyes opened.

He proceeded to close his eyes again and purposely play dead just to get them all worried again. It was the smile creeping up onto his face that eventually gave him away… 😏

He likes to play with kid!MC and Beel but he's not going to let it get in the way of his nap schedule or anything. When they play "Knights" he gets to take the role of the world's laziest dragon… Rawr.

Kid!MC will only settle down for naptime if Belphie joins too since he'll read them a book like he used to do with Lilith.

Satan's usually the go-to guy for storytime, but Belphie's a close second (largely because he just imitates what he remembers Lucifer doing for him, voices and all 🤭).

He deals with their myriad of questions by just making shit up and pretending he knows what he's talking about. It's around the time that he told them that little men live inside the freezer and shave ice cubes to keep things cold that Lucifer started getting on his case about it… Killjoy. 🙄

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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ddaengstudies · 3 years

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Wabi-Sabi Studyblr Challenge

wabi-sabi (侘寂)

Combination of two old words with overlapping definitions, wabi-sabi might be the Buddhist view of the facts of existence: Both life and art are beautiful not because they are perfect and eternal, but because they are imperfect and fleeting. (japanology, 2016)

Hello again! As the semester ends and I'm (finally) graduating college, and after seeing you all enjoy my last challenge, I was willing to create another one, a different one this time, cause I know times have been hard, we are facing new changes as we go back to "normal life" and honestly we all need a bit of relaxation.

info.

wabi-sabi challenge is born out of this need to continuously question and improve the studyblr community, with the goal of visibilizing not only the pleasing aesthetics of it but the hard work and the struggles the students face while striving high to meet their goals.

This is a short challenge, so feel free to adapt it to your schedule, add it to another challenge, use it to post during your summer break, whatever fits you best.

I will be starting the challenge on June 7th, however, feel free to start, end, post, whenever it works best for you.

If you decide to join me in this challenge, use the hashtag #wabi-sabi studyblr challenge so I can keep track of your amazing posts and can reblog them!

aims.

As stated before, the aim of the wabi-sabi challenge is to shine a light and normalize to an extent, that academic journeys are not just the great things we mostly post, that there are as many bad days as there are good days, that we must embrace the journey as something beautiful in all of its imperfection.

Also, as you may already know, this is an effort to provide a safe space for all, times are still hard and we need to keep going, one step at a time.

rules.

If you want to do this challenge, please reblog this post

This is a short challenge, it should not be a burden to the way you post so you can post as frequently as you like/are able to.

Please be respectful. If some of the prompts ask for personal insights please have in mind that everyone has had different experiences and POVs.

prompts.

What series/movie has been sitting on your watchlist forever? And what is it that keeps pushing it back from being enjoyed?

If you're into podcasts, be honest, what podcast was added to your list to listen to someday but is just there? also, please recommend us a podcast.

Share us a playlist that's on top of the list because I'm sure there are others I want to hear but this one is already here on top so I might as well listen to it again.

Name that one book you bought and swear you're going to get to, probably have read the first three pages or so but now it's just there.

How often do you get the need to change your working space layout?

Rank your classes from most to least to make you want to scream your lungs out/cry.

If you're on TikTok, link us to a good one.

A hobby you picked up and haven't really had the time to go back to/didn't end up liking that much

Use this space to tell us anything in a "Today I learned" way

tag game (the linked page is a template, you could, of course, use any other tag game you'd like)

If comfortable, share with us a little bit of your researching process, do you make an outline? a schedule? and how well do you stick by it?

Okay, quick question, when was the last time you had a mental health day?

Pinterest is amazing, what's one pin that you came across and was like yeah, I could do that

Digital agenda, google calendar, notion, bullet journal, paper agenda, or something entirely different? do please tell us how well organizing your time has turned out for you.

Tell us a bit about your life journey, as much as you're comfortable sharing.

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a special thanks to @just-a-cup-of-anxietea @soaked-in-starlight @godzilla-studies @appreciating-apricity @coco-bean for replying to a post I made that ultimately helped put this challenge together.

I'm tagging people that took part in my last challenge, hopefully you'll want to be part of this too. If you want me to add you to the list so you can get reminded of it, reply to the post or send me a message, i'll remind you.

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disclaimer.

I do have to clarify, this is all in good spirits, I do not intend to promote procrastination as self-destructive behaviour, this is all about non-linear productivity and the visibilization of it because we have grown accustomed to hiding the "ugly" the imperfect parts of our journeys as if forgetting that we are multidimensional beings, that we are allowed to not be mainstream productive 24/7. With that being said, don't push your limits too much with this challenge, do what you're comfortable with, share as much or as little as you'd like, you don't owe the internet insight into your personal/academic journey.

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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VALERIE - Part III. (Harry Styles)

hello dears! i wanted to have a few words before this part. i would like to kindly ask you to give the chapter a like and/or a reblog if you enjoyed it, or reply on the post or even just send me a feedback through asks! these are the only forms of feedback writers have on here and it’s really hard to maintain your motivation to keep posting when you see your work being ignored. getting up the numbers and spreading our work is your way to let us know that you read it and like it, so please be so kind to use these tools! writers post their work for absolutely free for you to enjoy, pls take the time to get back to them! it means so so soooo much to them, im telling you! even just one comment can make the day of the creator!

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A few tequila shots and the sound of some stranger’s horrible attempt at karaoke is exactly what you need when you get off work that Friday evening. Luckily, Steven invited you along with a few of his friends to have a drink just a few days ago and you gladly said yes. You and Steven have always gotten along so well and it made Rosa happy to see two so important people in her life be friends, so it wasn’t weird that Rosa was staying home with Valerie, you knew quite a few of Steven’s friends and they all seemed like cool people.

He told you beforehand that Harry would tag along as well so you could brace yourself to try this whole “let’s be nice to each other for the sake of Val” thing you and Rosa talked about earlier. She said she has mentioned it to him as well and he seemed to be open to the idea. You could only hope he didn’t just try to get her off his business and truly means to change.

Arriving to the bar you easily spot your little group of people and sliding out of the booth Steven greets you with a hug.

“So glad you are here!” he smiles at you and everyone slides further into the booth so you can sit at the end, saying your hello to everyone around the table.

The waitress comes up just a few minutes later and you order a tequila along with a beer.

“You are letting loose tonight?” Andy, a colleague of Steve asks with a smirk upon hearing your order.

“I deserve it and it’s just the start!” you tell him making everyone laugh.

Your shot glass is emptied out and you’ve stared on your beer by the time Harry arrives to the bar.

“Hello everyone,” he waves around and asks for a free chair from another table and pulling it to the end he is basically sitting next to you. “I see you’ve started the party, Y/N,” he chuckles eyeing the shot glass and you just shrug your shoulder with a smug grin.

He is wearing a black shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top, letting you get a glimpse of his tattooed chest and necklaces. You don’t admit it to yourself but your eyes linger on his chest a tad bit longer than you intended.

Harry orders a beer for himself that arrives in just a few minutes and you notice how the waitress was basically was pushing her chest out while talking to him.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” she asks him with a charm smile, her red lips stretched almost up to her ears.

For your biggest surprise Harry looks at you upon her question.

“Do you want to have a shot with me as well?”

The girl looks at you with a dirty look that screams jealous and for a moment you don’t even know what to answer.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you nod.

“Then two tequilas, please,” he tells the waitress before she walks away, glancing back at him one last time, but he pays no attention to her, clearly. “Hope you take it better than champagne,” he teases you, but this time it feels more like a simple joke rather than an attempt to piss you off.

“We’ll see,” you tell him with an innocent smile. The change in him is obvious, it seems like he did take Rosa’s advice and a new chapter is about to start where the two of you are not planning the murder of each other anymore every time you meet.

You take the shot with Harry easily, the alcohol burning down your throat and as any responsible, mature adult would do it, you wash it down with some beer. The perfect recipe for a killer headache in the morning. Your little group is having quite the fun, would have been a shame to miss this evening with them.

It seems like Harry is making a real attempt at being nice to you, he is your partner every time your glass empties out and you head to the bar to get another one.

“Look,” he tells you pulling his phone out of his back pocket and a picture of Val appears where she is wearing a onesie that has pumpkins all over it, it’s got to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my God!” you gasp tapping your hand to your chest. “She is literally the cutest.”

“I know, I got her the onesie, it’s so soft,” he tells you happily before taking one last look at the photo and putting his phone back away.

“Hey, what happened to those matching stuff you called me back then?” you think back to the phone call the two of you had not so long ago.

“Oh, didn’t buy it.”

“Why?”

“They didn’t have your size.”

“You didn’t buy the set because of my size? You could have gotten me just a larger one or something.”

“Yeah, but I wanted it to fit perfectly. Doesn’t matter, I’ll find another one.”

Harry turns to Andy who is telling a crazy story of the last time he went hiking and your tipsy eyes linger on him for a little. You were definitely not expecting him to not buy the set just because they didn’t have your size, but it’s nice that he was thinking of you and wanted you to have it just as perfect as him.

Harry catches your eyes and you don’t turn away. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the magic of this new, nice era of Harry Styles, but you let your gazes lace together as he smirks at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” you tell him absentmindedly and turn to Andy to hear the ending of the story.

The evening is a blast and you are having an amazing time. It’s nice that you don’t have to worry about Harry saying something awkward about you, the two of you are getting along pretty well.

You even sing a song together at the karaoke machine, though you don’t see yourself, you know the two of you look ridiculous, singing Avril Lavigne’s What the Hell from the top of your lungs, both of you probably more drunk than it would be decent from mature adults. But you couldn’t care less.

It’s way past midnight when you decide to leave and Harry tags along with you saying that he is taking the same train.

“Shut up, I did not!” he narrows his eyes at you as the two of you sit in the deserted carriage, only two more passengers are there but they don’t even care about your existence.

“I’m telling you! You were shaking your ass when you sang that line! Almost twerking!” you laugh letting out a snort as Harry is trying his best to hold his smile back while defending himself. “I wish I had it on camera!”

“But you didn’t so it didn’t happen,” he tells you pointing his finger at you in a warningly manner, but you just start laughing even more.

“You wish, Styles,” you huff and he just bumps his shoulder against yours.

You pull out your phone to check the time and see that Marcus has texted you a couple of hours before, asking if you are free next weekend. Harry tries his best not to peek at your screen, but he just can’t stop himself. Seeing the name he can’t stop himself from letting an annoyed growl out.

“You’re still in touch with the guy from the blind date?” he nosily asks and you lock the phone, thinking it’s best if you reply in the morning when you’ll be able to type your words out correctly. Sliding it back into your bag you turn to face Harry.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I just genuinely don’t know why you are even trying.”

“Excuse me?” you ask with a grimace. “Why wouldn’t I try to meet guys?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. You told me all about how you need to feel that special connection with someone to date them. I bet my life that you did not feel that with this dude.”

“What do you know about what I feel?” you snap at him, feeling your anger building up quickly.

“Because… I know you,” is all he says but you can only laugh at his words.

“You know shit about me, Harry.”

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head protesting.

“Stop pretending like you know me just because I told you stuff when I was drunk and then slept with you. Why can’t you fucking forget about it all?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have been naïve and think that he could change in such a short time. It seems like he is still the annoying prick he has always been.

“Because it happened, Y/N! Whether you acknowledge it or not, it happened, and if I’m being honest, you talked a whole fucking lot that evening so excuse me if I think that I know you.”

He is clearly getting irked too, at least that’s what makes the two of you. The urge to hit him is slowly returning into your limbs and you have to keep your fists in your lap.

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not perfect when I’m drunk and it was an inconvenience to you to have to deal with me!”

Looking up you see that the train is nearing your stop so you slide out of your seat as you look down at Harry.

“Why the fuck did you even bother to pick me up then? I’m sure you could have gotten with any of the bridesmaids. Was a shame you chose to ruin my life with that night,” you spat at him as the train stops and the doors slide open. It’s clear Harry has a lot to say, but you just simply flip him off and get out of the carriage, heading to the exit with long strides, fuming and raging you even thought for just a moment Harry has changed.

***

Just like the majority of the population, you consider Monday to be one of your biggest enemies, especially when you have spent the whole weekend trying to sleep your hangover off. You really shouldn’t have went overboard with the shots, but it’s always easier said than done. You don’t try to make yourself believe it won’t happen again, because it will surely do. Lately it has occurred to you that you might have a slight problem with knowing your limits when it comes to alcohol. It’s not that you are an addict and seek every possibility to chug down something in secret. It’s more about knowing when to stop when you are at it. It’s so hard to judge when you should draw the line and not have another one when you are having such a good time! You’ve heard endless sermons from your mother when you were younger and ended up coming home a little more hammered than what fitted her taste. She wasn’t completely against drinking, she believes it’s a nice way to ease your nerves and has been having drinks in the evenings herself, but she has a strong opinion about going overboard, something you’ve been struggling with.

“Guys find it disgusting, Y/N. Know your limits or no guy will stay with you if you can’t stop yourself from knocking yourself out.”

You rolled your eyes at her then and you roll your eyes at her now. As if a man has a word in what you do!

Sitting at your desk you find yourself checking the time every ten minutes, longing for your lunch break already, but time seems to be passing extremely slowly on this miserable day. You basically jolt up from your chair when the clock strikes 12 and head out of the building to find a place to eat. You were certainly not in the mood to do any mealprep for the week ahead so now you are stuck with having to eat out.

There’s a sandwich bar down the street and you refuse to go any farther just to have to walk back after lunch. Walking in you are happy to see that it’s not jam-packed yet, but knowing well how it goes in lunch time, the seats will surely be taken in no time. Walking up to the counter you order a turkey sandwich with a lemonade and take a seat at one of the smaller tables in the back, putting your bag to the empty chair and leaving your phone on the table next to your plate you start scrolling while eating.

Just as you expected, people start to flow in pretty soon and all the empty seats get taken. You’ve just scrolled past some funny cat video when you glance up and almost choke on your food.

At the counter, back facing you, but you already know his figure enough, stands Harry Styles, hands stuffed into his pockets as he is checking out the sandwiches behind the glass.

“Unbelievable,” you growl to yourself as you try to turn so you are hidden somehow behind the plant that’s besides you. Peeking from behind its leaves you try to keep an eye on him without being suspicious.

Harry pays for his food and flashes a smile at the cashier before turning around to find a place. Unfortunately, there are no free tables left, only seats here and there, one at your table as well.

At first you plan on pretending you don’t see him and pay he won’t recognize you either. After your encounter on the train last Friday you are not quite in the mood to have lunch with him. But then you see the disappointed look on his face as he searches for a free spot and your conscience can’t take it any longer.

Turning to face him you bring yourself out from behind the plant and wave in his direction. His eyes catch your hand in the air and a surprised look flashes across his face but heads in your way anyway.

“Hey, I didn’t even see you there,” he chuckles taking the seat that you just emptied from your bag, putting it to the floor next to you.

“Yeah, probably the plant,” you say awkwardly and he just nods placing his plate to the table.

“Do you come here often?” he asks upon starting his ham and cheese sandwich.

“No, though my office is near. I usually bring food.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Do you?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I was just nearby and thought I would stop by for lunch.”

There’s a long pause when neither of you say a word, just eat in silence though that conversation from Friday hangs in the air heavily.

Surprisingly Harry is the first one to break this silence.

“I… wanted to call this weekend to apologize.”

“Really?” It’s not that you didn’t want an apology, you were just definitely not expecting one from him.

“Yeah. I know I have overstepped quite some boundaries lately and… I’m sorry for that. I promised Rosa I would try to work on our…”

“Friendship?” you ask with a small smile. There’s not really a word for what the two of you really have.

“Yeah,” he chuckles nodding. “Look, I was drunk too, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Sorry for sticking my nose into your business. You’re right, I don’t know you well enough to have an opinion on these stuff.”

You nod shortly, a sense of relief taking over your body. It’s nice to finally have your truth confirmed by him and it’s kind of ridiculous it took the two of you so long to actually have a nice, mature conversation.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“And I know I’ve been the one to tease you and pick on you most of the time, but I promise I’ll try to work on shutting my mouth from now on.”

You laugh leaning back in your seat, because this is surely way more than what you were expecting from him, but it’s still funny to hear it from his mouth. Never thought this day would ever come.

“I promise I’ll hold my tongue too. I want Rosa to stop worrying about us. She clearly cares about us so I wouldn’t want to be the reason why she stresses, she has enough on her plate.”

Harry nods in agreement and with that, the topic is considered closed. You have officially called it truth with the villain of your life, Harry Styles.

***

Valerie is watching the ducks in awe, as if they were the most beautiful creatures for her on this whole wide world. Her eyes follow them glide across the shimmering surface of the pond and pulling out your phone you take a quick photo of her before turning back to Rose next to you on the bench.

It’s a warm Sunday afternoon nearing the end of October, Rosa called you in the morning if you wanted to tag along for their afternoon walk and you happily took the chance to spend some more time with your sister and your favorite little niece.

“It’s so nice to get out of the house and go farther than just the supermarket,” she sighs, closing her eyes as she enjoys the warm sunshine caressing her face. You can tell she’s been losing sleep, Val just started teething and Rosa told you how fussy she’s been during the nights.

“The joys of parenthood,” you chuckle and she just huffs.

“Harry was over the other afternoon, dropped something off for Steven.”

“Uhuh.”

“He mentioned you.”

“Really?” you ask looking ahead of you, eyes glued to one particular duck as it nears the edge of the pond, then duckling out to the grass it sits comfortably in the sunshine.

“Yeah, he said you two had lunch together the other week.”

“Well, it’s not like it was planned, we just happened to be at the same place,” you correct her.

“Either way I’m happy you two are getting along.”

“It’s relaxing,” you admit with a soft chuckle. This worrying feeling you’ve been constantly feeling when someone brought Harry’s name up is finally gone from your chest. It’s nice to know you won’t have to avoid him at every event you run into him.

“So what do you have planned for the anniversary?” you ask her. It’s crazy it’s been three years since Rosa and Steven got married, which also means that it took exactly three years for you and Harry to put the past behind you.

“Uh, nothing?” she huffs with a grimace. “There’s not much you can do with a teething baby, you know? Will probably just have dinner together and if we don’t fall asleep immediately we can watch a movie.”

“Val is the only reason why you are staying home?”

“I mean, mostly, yeah.”

“I can look after her for a night, if you want,” you offer right away. It’s the least you can do for her.

“Nah, I can’t ask you that. I know how much you work and she wakes up at least two times during the night even on her best days. You need to rest too.”

“I have way more time to rest than you. You deserve a night off from your motherly duties.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, looking for any sign on your face that tells her you are not being serious.

“Absolutely. Just… give me a list of things I need to know and do and we’ll be fine,” you nod eagerly as you turn to look at Val. “Right, Princess? We’ll have a sleepover!”

Val just glances at you curiously, furrowing her tiny eyebrows before her attention is diverted by a falling leaf.

“She’s excited,” you tell Rosa and she just chuckles.

“Would you really do this for us?”

“Of course! It’s just one night, I can do one night.”

“You are literally an angel she sighs and hooking an arm around your shoulders she pulls you to her lovingly. This is what sisters are for.

***

Your body is basically buried under your favorite thick blanket, sunk into the plush couch as you watch a rerun from How I Met Your Mother, a warm tea on the coffee table. You’ve had a long day and you intended to go to bed early, but figured six is a little too early, so you got stuck with whatever the TV had to offer you, however you know you’ll be in bed by eight for sure.

Munching on some dried apple chips you let out a tired sigh when you see that you’ve reached the end of the bag. Tossing it to the floor you slide down lower on the couch when your phone buzzes somewhere under your butt. It takes you some time to actually find it and get a hold of it, but you’re rather surprised when you see you just got a text from Harry.

To be exact, he just sent you a photo. Opening the thread you wait for the attachment to load and when it does, you snort out loud.

It’s a photo of him with a ridiculously small, pink hat that’s probably for Valerie, but seeing it on his head as he is grinning widely into the camera you can’t help but laugh.

“Looking great, new fit?” you write him back and the little bubbles start moving almost immediately.

“Thought it was time for a change in my image. You like it?”

“Pink suits you well.”

“Thanks, I’ve been told that.”

You smile at the screen as another message pops up.

“I’ve been going a little overboard with the shopping for Val…”

“Never feel ashamed for that!”

“But Rosa made me promise the Gucci onesie was the last thing I bought for her.”

“You bought her a Gucci onesie??!?!! Harry, she is not even one, she will shit into that Gucci..”

“But it looked so cute! I had to buy it!”

“You need therapy, Harry.”

“Isn’t that what friends are for?”

You have a witty comeback to make about how he has zero friends, but you don’t want to ruin the light mood with even the slightest possibility of sending him an insult he might take too seriously.

“You’re right!”

“Okay, now it’s your turn to send me a silly photo.”

“What?!”

“Come on, I sent you one, now you have to send one to me too!”

“Says who?”

“Me. Come on, do it!”

He is so childish, you think to yourself as you open your gallery and try to find something that’s silly but not too embarrassing either. You find a picture back from April when you were having a grimace contest with your cousin’s kids and someone snapped a picture of you with puffy cheeks and crossed eyes. You hesitate for a moment but then send it to him anyway.

Waiting for his answer you turn your attention back to the TV until your phone buzzes in your hands again.

“I said send me a pic of you, not a hamster!”

You gasp at the mean but also funny reply. He surely didn’t shy out from insulting you, unlike you did.

“Oh, fuck you, Harry!”

You almost instantly regret sending that to him, because you know what his answer is to that every time it leaves your mouth. So you are already bracing yourself to receive that “you already have” text… But it never arrives.

“Jk, you look cute. But don’t cross your eyes too much, would be a shame if they stayed like that.”

“And why is that?” you find yourself typing back.

“Don’t let those pretty eyes go to waste.”

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jujutsu-headcanons · 3 years

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Megumi Fushiguro + chubby s/o

First things first, before we get to the fluff, there are some things we gotta point out

Megs has stated very clearly he doesn't care who he falls for, as long as they have admirable traits. Seriously, Todo, stop asking. His "boring" answer isn't going to change.

This screams bi/pan rights, but also, that means he doesn't give a fuck if you have a little junk in your trunk

I'm so proud of that line please laugh at it

Anyway, when you were introduced as a new student, he didn't talk to you much

Well he did, but only about work and missions and stuff

Does this kid talk to anyone about anything that isn't curse related?

You seemed to gravitate towards Yuji anyway because honestly, he's the embodiment of happy he's just a cool dude

You didn't really catch his eye until he overheard you talking with Nobara about how upset you were with Gojo

He never passes an opportunity to be angry at Gojo. He was intrigued.

Apparently, Gojo had taken the liberty of designing your uniform for you, just like he did Yuji, but he fucked up the measurements

Big time

You seemed to be fond of baggier clothes because it "hid" your tummy and thighs

Nobara was supportive but struggling. She knew how to hem clothes to make them tighter, or shorter, not looser. She really was trying.

Yuji got involved because he saw you were stressed while Nobara tugged here and snipped there and nothing seemed to be working. Yuji learned that making silly faces and doing Fortnite dances doesn't help teenagers going through a body image crisis.

Megumi looked at the chaos and spoke before he really even knew what he was saying

"Does it feel too tight? Does it restrict your movements, like in a fight or something?"

This kinda caught you off guard, but you shook your head. No, the material was naturally flexible and breathable, and the reason you couldn't breathe wasn't that the uniform top was too tight, it was because you felt you looked terrible

Megumi just shrugged. "Then you shouldn't worry about it. You fill it out nicely. It looks better than us, in our baggy uniforms."

Where the fuck did that come from Megs?

He felt the need to excuse himself with a polite bow and leave in his typical cool Megumi way even though his heart was beating faster than anything

He didn't see the way your face lit up, both with excitement and blush. Nobara did and caught on instantly, while Yuji just assumed you were hot and started fanning you with his notebook

Megumi didn't avoid you after this, but he did tend to freeze when your conversations strayed away from typical shaman things

He wasn't trying to, he was just constantly lost in thought

Why did he say that? Well, he means, it was obvious he said it because it was true- that uniform clings to your body in a way it wouldn't fit anyone else. Its kinda hot

Megumi Fushiguro this is your classmate stop having those thoughts

Maybe he wasn't just trying to cheer you up. Maybe there are some things he hasn't discovered about himself. He actually really never had a crush on anyone. Is that was this is? Feelings?

Ew. But keep going.

Megumi noticed things over the next couple of things that were unsettling to him. You used self-deprecating humor. A lot. Always poking fun at yourself. He didn't mind it at first because, well, you laughed about it, but still. It's like you thought you really looked like the Michelin Tire Man.

He never knew what to do in these situations. Should he laugh? It seemed to bring you joy. But he didn't think you looked bad at all.

He also noticed you didn't eat much. And when you did you avoided sweets and grease. Megs was known for being the only one that ate healthy in the group, but even he didn't have salad all the time. You acted like you were embarrassed to eat in front of people, so you chose the tiniest meal.

This worried him a lot. At first, he bored you with the importance of eating three well thought out and balanced meals with the proper amount of proteins and calories and shit. But that seemed to ruin your appetite more, so he stopped.

He started sliding part of his meals onto your plate. He considered it a success when you would eat it.

The last thing Megs noticed was that you pushed yourself to the absolute limit during sparring practice and he hated it

See, you actually didn't need to be physically strong. Yes, it helps in battle, but your particular cursed technique kinda made up for being average strength. If no one could get close to you, and you can't get close to them, then you don't really need to deliver a punch, right?

But you would just keep at it oh my god

One hundred push-ups. One hundred sit-ups. One hundred squats. Every day. He was worried you were gonna go bald at this point

He'd still love you but still, spontaneously losing your hair because of rigorous training as not good

You'd fight with one of them until you were pink and dripping with sweat. It was obvious you were breathing heavily and, honestly, it's been two hours. Even Yuji was getting tired, but you wouldn't stop.

Megumi found himself doing something he thought he never would. Ever.

He invaded your privacy, of course.

"Shoko-sensei, Gojo-sensei asked for a copy of (l/n)-kun's physical and related medical records"

At first, he just wanted to see if you were anemic. You don't really show any symptoms, but also, you don't eat a lot. All this exercising can't be good if you are. Then his thoughts strayed to "oh god .... What if they have heart problems? Lung problems? They shouldn't push themselves so hard if they do. What if they avoid certain foods because of a stomach issue? What if-"

You're healthy. Just as he initially thought.

Megumi was baffled, to be honest.

He can get avoiding certain foods if they hurt your tummy. But what if you were just afraid of being made fun of because of stupid cliches?

He can get casual exercise if it was important you lose weight so you don't get sick. But what if it was because you really hated how you looked?

This hurt Megumi. He threw his copy of the reports in the shredder and went on his way

He wondered around, lost in his thoughts until he spotted you just outside of the girls' dorms doing something

He could have sworn you were fresh out of the shower but somehow still exercising

Yoga? Maybe? He couldn't tell and he didn't care

You were wearing the cutest set of pajamas, and your hair was still damp

And when you raised your arms up your shirt rose and he could see the tummy in question, complete with stretch marks and whatever other blemishes resided there (scars, freckles, etc.)

He did the most ooc thing I've ever made this lil fucker do

He runs up, gets on his knees, and kisses the tummy

All over the tummy

Just as he thought. Warm and soft. Both the skin and the texture are soooo soft-

As you turn into a flustered mess, "Fushiguro-san what the fuck", he throws his arms around your knees and throws his over his shoulder

"You aren't that heavy if I can do this... (Y/N)-chan"

Oh god the way your first name rolls off his tongue

Well, as long as he's near the girls' dorms, he might as well let himself in-

As you flail and giggle, trying to break away, he sees your thighs jiggle out of the corner of his eye

This sets something off in him he doesn't understand, but also, who the fuck cares

It isn't hard to find your room and he allows himself in, still pardoning himself for the intrusion, and he sets you down on your bed

Still doesn't give you a chance to speak as he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face in your stomach

"Warmmm...~"

He's never cuddled anyone ever, but he already knows this is ten times better than cuddling someone who's built like a wall

Squish > muscles

"You know you're beautiful right?"

This makes you blush, but you reluctantly bring your fingers through his hair. "You think so?"

Megumi furrows his brows and looks up at you. "You don't?"

Megumi stays with you all night. You two stay up until three am talking about insecurities, everything you admire about each other, and Megumi practically worships your body through words and praise

He decides he's going to help you feel more confident about your body and your looks

All while loving every inch of your body

The next morning was a mess though because he had to somehow sneak out of the girls' dorms without anyone noticing

Gojo would be pissed if he found out

Had he not orchestrated this whole thing

Seriously, you honestly thought Gojo made mistakes?

He hates seeing his precious students down themselves, and even though he only knew you for a couple of days back then, he knew this would be a problem

Precious little y/n, who is beautiful in every aspect but insecure about their looks, surrounded by muscle-bound idiots

He had to do something, how could he not

He knew one of them would enjoy your body

He knew it would be Megumi too, he sees how he looks at plus-sized girls-

Even he thought you were cute and was proud to have you as his child

All of his children are cuter than everyone else's children

And now all is well

You became more confident in your body and eating in front of others, toned down the exercise, and Megumi became the most whipped boy in the school

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klaineownsmysoul · 3 years

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So I got a chance to watch the IG and slowed it down. Safety issues and shouting ‘suck my dick’ aside with a young child in the car, the most telling moments were when Lu/lu had to put on her homemade B/LM’s specially,for the post, before M filmed and M making sure she got that baby in her shot as part of the end of her recording. Ally/activist - kiss my ass. Those women only care about themselves and riding a cause for attention. There is no need to exploit a kid to get it. If I was the mom I’d be furious.

There is nothing real or authentic about M and her gaggle of girls except for how authentically fake and awful they are. They’re all about the likes and the clicks and the effusive comments about how great an ally they are - as they all exploit their connection to D for visibility. He’s a commodity to them and nothing more. No one would know or care about them - M especially - if they couldn’t tag him in pics and go places with him where they can get their pic taken and posted with him so it bumps up their presence. The best example of that was provided by his ball and chain herself - wearing her own branded merchandise to a BLM protest. For real. Who the eff does that? The ONE time she decides to promote her business is the absolute last place it should be. She is an attention whore of the highest order and she used that very real and very important moment in this country as a way to cement her place in D’s life as she’s seen marching with him and reminding everyone of the strip bar they “own” together. Poor taste is too nice a term to use. Basically - like everything else in her life - she wants to LOOK like an ally but not actually do any of the work that goes into it. Like how she’s constantly portrayed by her inane stans as some sort of feminist force of nature when in actuality her entire existence is courtesy of someone else’s paycheck and work. She wants the title of business owner and the kudos that go with it but does zero work to make any of it happen. Pretty sure Piper did more work at P3 in the episode of “Charmed” I just watched than she’s ever done at the strip bar. Hard to be involved in the nitty gritty day to day basics of a business when you’re 6 time zones away drinking and partying on someone else’s dime for weeks at a time at something you have no role in. Last minute international trips and endless girls’ weekends don’t exactly scream dedicated boss. D’s job on promo trips is to keep his name in the spotlight and make connections that can further his career. You have no career to further. You have no name recognition. None. So what pray tell is the reason for you accompanying him every where he goes when you supposedly have your dream business to run? Attention as his bride. Free designer duds. Pics you will happily pose for with your patented vice grip on his neck and your flashy fake engagement ring on display because it needs as much promo as you do. Its as simple as that.

Regarding this specific video? UGH. Beyond ugh frankly. The fact that they were celebrating the verdict is not the issue. Everyone should be celebrating that, because it was the right verdict. Its the way it was delivered that was in appallingly bad taste. Screaming obscenities at the top of your lungs with a very small child in the car is bad enough. Distracting the driver so you can take a god damed selfie while the car is moving, however, is unconscionable. Its behavior that would be bad if she was 16. Teenagers do stupid shit like that. But a mid-30s woman who thinks nothing of grabbing the attention of the driver so she can snap a quick pic and post it to her very private Instagram where no doubt it will be “leaked” to whoever her designed bff of the week is so they can post it in her stead all so you can look edgy and cool is so horrifyingly stupid there are almost no words for it. And to top it all off - that kid doesn’t belong to any of them. Its one thing to be dumb with your own kid. Its something entirely different to be careless with someone else’s. If I was that kid’s mother and saw that clip, I would have ripped them all a new one. Loudly and emphatically. But it captures exactly who they are. Going on trips during a pandemic didn’t faze them. Going out to brunch during a pandemic wasn’t a big deal. Its all superficial and empty and if she wasn’t dragging down D’s image with her every move, I would not care at all. But as long as she’s attached to him, her bullshit stunts reflect on him too and that is what pisses me off. He is the polar opposite of her in every way and yet she gets a free pass no matter what while he shoulders all the blame for every little thing. There are some things in life I will just never understand: people who do the speed limit in the left lane on the highway and refuse to move over, geometry, and what she has done to garner such devoted and dedicated fans who fawn over her like she’s the second coming when she never does anything at all.

#so over it #so over the way she uses him and his career #she does way worse shit than he does and yet people can't wait to crucify him on sm for every little thing #anonymous

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 10 | And a little romance wouldn’t kill you?

A/N: This will update every Thursday. There are 13 chapters. There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships. This is the one I choose to write this time.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship. When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian. Which is the one thing he never knew he needed. Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship. But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: Tom and Vivian are reunited in Atlanta. Vivian shares with Sophie while Benedict starts poking his nose into Tom and Vivian’s relationship.

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

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Vivian reached around and grabbed Tom’s ass, not noticing Sophie’s giggle. It was only when Tom inhaled into Vivian that Ben gagged audibly, forcing them to part and stare at him.

“Get a room!” Ben whined, earning a sharp elbow to his ribs by Sophie.

Vivian rolled her eyes, and she and Sophie shared a knowing glance. Tom cupped her face and smiled. “I thought you had trial, darling.” His face fell. “Nothing is wrong, is there?”

Vivian reached behind and rubbed his neck, and Tom’s shoulder relaxed. “Quite the contrary, darling.” She pulled him into a kiss, ignoring Ben’s continued gagging. “The other side settled in our favor. The senior partners gave me a bonus and insisted I take a two-week vacation in appreciation.” Her face hurt from grinning so much.

“Two weeks?!?” Tom grabbed her by the waist and spun her. “Are you joking?”

“Never, my love. Two weeks with you.” She grabbed his chin and kissed him again.

“Can we fetch the luggage now or do you two want to just have sex right here?” Ben sneered. Sophie punched him.

“Be nice, Ben. And a little romance wouldn’t kill you, would it?”

Ben turned to find a rather cross Sophie. “We’re married, I don’t have to try that hard.”

Sophie narrowed her eyes. “Wrong answer, Benedict.” She pushed past him in a huff. Benedict glared at the two of them.

Benedict turned to them. “I need to go make apologies.” And he jogged off.

Tom turned and squeezed Vivian tight. “I still can’t believe you are here, darling.”

Vivian slid her hand down his back to light at the small of his back. She noticed him relax into her. They walked slowly to allow Ben and Sophie time to make amends.

“You were absolutely right about first class. You can sleep like a baby.”

Tom’s face lit up. “Then we must have you travel in style all the time.” He kissed her forehead.

“Which also means I am expecting a proper welcome when we get back to your place.”

“Our place.” Tom tugged at his jeans. “I would love nothing more.”

She drew small circles on his back. “Have you been a good boy?”

Tom’s cheeks flushed. “With much difficulty, but yes. That poor mattress is going to hate you by the end of filming.”

“God, I hope so.” She caught his lips with hers and he pulled her tight against him for a moment as they reached Ben and Sophie at the baggage claim.

“How am I supposed to compete with that?” Ben threw a hand in their direction.

Sophie ran her hand along Ben’s shoulders. “No one is comparing except you, darling.”

Ben’s shoulders slumped. “Fine. Let’s get the bags.” He narrowed his eyes toward Tom and Vivian.

Tom turned to Vivian. “Will you point them out so I can grab them?”

Vivian nodded. Tom pulled both of her sleek hard side black suitcases while Ben wrangled Sophie’s luggage. The men wheeled the luggage out to the car.

“What would you two say about catching some lunch on the way back?” Benedict called out to the back of the car.

Tom’s head snapped over towards Vivian.

“Perhaps we can take a raincheck, Ben?” Vivian responded. “I am wiped from the flight and just want to get some rest.”

“I thought you—” Tom whispered before getting cut off by Vivian squeezing his thigh.

“I’m exhausted as well.” Sophie piped up. “But what do you say we meet up for dinner tomorrow? You two don’t have work, do you?”

Ben smiled at Sophie. “I’m all yours.”

“Goes double for me.” Tom leaned against Vivian.

“Show off.” Ben snarked.

“Soph and I will make the reservations.” Vivian joined. “And now all I want is to go home.”

Tom leaned against her, pondering that he already was home.

Tom shut the door to his rented house and stared at Vivian with hungry eyes. He pinned her against the door.

“I have missed you, ma’am.” Tom growled. Vivian’s hand palmed him through his jeans and Tom moaned.

“I have missed you too, sunshine. Now,” She pushed him away. “why don’t you show me exactly how much you missed me?”

Tom’s eyes widened. “What are the rules, ma’am?”

“No rules.”

Tom lunged towards her. “Yes, ma’am.”

His lips crashed as hers, hungry. He trailed down Vivian’s body with kisses until he kneeled in front of her. He tugged her shoes off and placed them off to the side before standing. His long fingers worked the buttons of her blouse, just the shade of green to match her eyes. He let it fall to the ground softly and worked his way to her jeans, taking his time to tug them down Vivian’s legs. She stepped out of them, pushing them behind her to join her blouse. Tom gazed up at her, standing in a matching black lace set.

Tom grabbed her by the waist and walked her into the kitchen beside the front door. “I love you in lace, ma’am.”

Vivian purred as he sucked and nipped along her neck and collarbone. “Thank you, sunshine.”

Tom lifted her up onto the counter and pushed her legs wide, stepping in between them. Vivian palmed Tom through his jeans, which strained painfully.

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable unencumbered?” She reached for his waist, but Tom stopped her hand.

“Ladies first.” He smirked.

He kissed the tops of her tits and pinched Vivian’s nipples through the lace and fabric. She arched her back with a moan. Tom’s mouth and hands continued to move south at an excruciating slow pace. Vivian moaned and whimpered with each touch, kiss, and caress.

“You are going to pay for this later.” Her words croaked out as Tom’s fingers teased the waist of her underwear.

“Bold of you to assume that wasn’t my plan all this time.” His breath hot against Vivian’s skin. His fingers stroked her folds through the tiny scrap of lace. “So wet already, ma’am. Perhaps you would be more comfortable unencumbered?”

He lifted her up and slid her panties down her legs and discarded them on the floor.

“Lie back, please, ma’am.” Tom gently commanded.

His lips capturing Vivian’s inner thigh. She moaned in response, lying back, the counter cold on her bare skin. Vivian trembled in anticipation as Tom drew out his teasing. Finally, his tongue teased her folds and shuddered against his mouth. Her hands flew to Tom’s head, gripping his hair and tugging him tight against her. Tom chuckled against her as he licked and sucked along her. Tom slipped two fingers inside of her with ease, Vivian already so wet.

As he scissored and thrusted his fingers inside of her, Vivian moaned as her orgasm grew closer. Tom sucked hard on her clit, licking along her. She came with a scream.

“Fuck!” Her moans bounced off the tiled walls of the kitchen.

Tom peeked up to see Vivian’s face in ecstasy, his face glistening with her sex. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards the edge. Vivian grabbed Tom by the neck and kissed, tasting her on his tongue and lips. As Tom struggled with his jeans and underwear, Vivian wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight. Tom’s cock leaked pre-cum as he popped free.

“You have been a good boy.” Vivian nibbled behind Tom’s ear, reaching down to stroke his cock, slicking her hand with the pre-cum. “I need you, sunshine.”

Vivian lined Tom up with her entrance and he impaled himself, letting loose a guttural moan. He pressed his forehead against Vivian’s as he rocked back and forth inside of her. Tom’s cock reaching deep inside to hit that spot that made Vivian whimper. She hooked her heels around Tom, pulling him deeper.

“I need you too, ma’am.” Tom panted as his hips snapped against her. “I’m not going to—”

Vivian cut him off with a searing kiss, moving his hand to her clit and swirling his fingers in a circle. She came this time with a soft gasp against the shell of Tom’s ear. His walls and body clench against him. Tom rutted against her and two thrusts later, he spilled into her.

Tom leaned against Vivian, his shirt damp with sweat, jeans hanging somewhere between his knees and ankles. He panted hard from the exhaustion. She pulled him tight to her chest. She combed and ruffled his hair. Tom hummed and wrapped his arms around her, content to remain there until his legs gave out.

Vivian sighed, lifting Tom’s head to meet his eyes with hers. “I expect this kind of greeting every time.”

Tom laughed and stepped back, pulling his underwear and jeans on. “Yes, ma’am. I shall do my best.”

He helped Vivian down from the counter and handed her underwear to her. Vivian pulled them on and took Tom’s hand.

“Now why don’t you show me around the place?” Vivian asked.

Tom blushed and went to fetch Vivian’s clothes and luggage. The home was much like his home in London. Simple and well-appointed. And a bit messy, to Vivian’s chagrin.

“I wasn’t expecting you.” Tom apologized as he hastily gathered up the clothing on the floor of the bedroom and into the hamper.

“It’s fine.” She pursed her lips. “This time.”

Tom caught Vivian’s raised eyebrow. “Yes, ma’am.” He tucked his head, embarrassed.

Vivian swatted at his ass. He tucked out of the way. “Oh, you will pay for that.” She chased him into the bathroom to wash away the day’s flight and activities.

After thoroughly washed in a shower for two, which may or may not have included some heavy petting and kissing, Vivian wandered to the kitchen and opened the fridge for a snack only to find near empty takeout containers, bottles of water and a few beers.

“Sunshine! Get in here… Now!” Vivian yelled out.

Tom hustled into the room, pulling on a fresh t-shirt. “What is it, ma’ — oh.” His voice trailed off.

“Car keys now. Punishment later.” Vivian pushed past him to put on a pair of jeans and comfortable shoes.

Tom zipped up his jeans and grabbed his keys, head hanging low.

“Yes, ma’am.” He handed the keys to Vivian.

“Oh no, you’re driving us to the nearest Whole Foods. Clearly we need to go back to meal reports.” Vivian tsked. “I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping tabs on you.” She reached out to cup Tom’s cheek.

Tom shrugged his shoulders. “I’m used to eating takeout and then craft services. I grab a salad or something. I get busy. I’m sorry.” He fiddled with the keys.

She followed him out to the car. “We’ll get you sorted and while I’m here, I can cook.”

Vivian filled the cart with fruits and veggies, bagged salad and a few pre-made smoothies, along with some steak and chicken and a few snacks and candy. Tom sheepishly held up a bag of cookies over the cart.

“You can have them.” Tom dropped them in with a smile. Vivian finished the trip with a couple of bottles of wine. She paid for everything and Tom loaded all the bags into the trunk.

Tom carried all the groceries into the house and Vivian unloaded them, tossing old takeaway containers and reorganizing not only the fridge and freezer but the cabinets too. Once the last bits were put away, Vivian turned to Tom.

“Time for punishment. Jeans and pants off in the living room.”

Tom’s eyes widened, but he complied with a nod. Vivian took her time to head in, giving Tom plenty of time to squirm. She smiled as Tom stood, hands folded in front of his crotch, hiding a burgeoning erection.

She sat down in a chair, legs splayed. “Over here.” Vivian patted her thighs. Tom sighed and laid across her thighs. His cock pressed against her leg.

“Ten swats should do it. You remember what to do, sunshine?” She asked, her hand running up his spine. Tom wiggled under her touch.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She rubbed his ass before landing a sharp swat.

“One, thank you, ma’am.” Tom breathed out. His thighs pressed tight against Vivian.

CRACK! The second swat hit his other cheek.

“Two, thank you, ma’am.” Tom called out.

By swat six, Tom was whimpering. His cock leaked against Vivian’s jeans. Vivian scratched his hair as she rubbed the fresh mark. “Don’t you dare cum, sunshine.”

Tom bit into her jeans. “Yes, ma’am.”

The last four swats came fast, Tom thanking and counting each one. Tears dropped onto his cheeks as his brain jumbled between his aching cock and the fire on his ass. Vivian pulled him up to lie against her chest, her fingers raking through his hair and wiping away the tears.

“You did so good, sunshine. Are you my good boy?”

Tom tucked into her. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, you are.” She lifted his chin and kissed his lips. Tender and soft. “The cream is in my luggage. Go and fetch it and I’ll put it on.”

Tom lifted himself slowly from the ground and walked towards the bedroom, cheeks red.

Tom woke the next morning on his stomach. His ass sore from yesterday’s spanking, even with the cream. Vivian lied next to him, her breasts pressing against his bare skin. He groaned as he shifted his weight, careful not to disturb Vivian. Tom was certain jet lag would hit her hard today.

His cock rubbed along the sheets, sending electricity through his body. Tom rocked his hips against the mattress. He never imagined this would be what most of his mornings would be like.

“Don’t you dare cum.” Vivian muttered as she woke up beside Tom. His hips still. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Tom’s cheeks reddened. “You want me to…”

“Show me how you edge, sunshine.” Vivian adjusted herself on the pillows. Tom cleared his throat and grabbed a pillow, tucking it underneath him. Tom rolled his hips against the pillow and moaned. He loved how the fabric rubbed against him. His hips rocked in desperation as he got closer to the edge, stopping just before release.

He panted as he turned to find Vivian with her legs splayed open, fingers rubbing along her clit. Tom crawled between her legs and gazed up at her.

“Touch me, Thomas.” she hissed.

Tom’s head dove as she moved her fingers away. He hungrily ate her out while he slipped a finger inside of her. Vivian pushed him tight against her cunt, her nails dug into his scalp. She came undone on Tom’s tongue, clenching tight around his finger. He collapsed her, and she petted the top of his head.

“Thank you, sunshine.” she responded dreamily.

“You’re welcome, ma’am.”

They dozed back to sleep with Tom on top of Vivian, her hands smoothing down his hair as his eyes fluttered back closed.

It was well past breakfast when they awoke and Tom’s stomach growled against Vivian, causing her to giggle.

“I guess it is time to get up.”

Vivian’s stomach growled as well. Tom groaned. “I guess it is. I would much rather remain here.” He kissed her neck. “With you.”

“We have two whole weeks, sunshine. Let’s pace ourselves. Now head on to the kitchen and I’ll be right behind you.”

Tom kissed and rose, tugging on a pair of boxers before disappearing out the door. Vivian dressed quickly and went to her luggage, pulling a small velvet box from the front pocket.

“Do you want sweet or savoury?” Tom called out.

Vivian quickly replaced the box. “Sweet, please!” And she headed out the door.

As they finished up pancakes, Vivian’s phone buzzed, it was Sophie.

Change of plans. Not up for dinner. Shopping? And maybe a late lunch? Just us girls. Let the menfolk drink beer over here.

“I’m going to go out with Sophie. Sounds like Ben is going to have you over for beers.”

Tom raised his eyebrows. On cue, his phone buzzed.

Soph and Vivian are going shopping. Come over and drink a few pints. That is, if Vivian lets you off the leash.

She leaned over and read the message. “Did you tell him?”

“No.” Tom slid the phone away.

“Are you ashamed?”

Tom’s eyes shot to hers. “Of you? Never. I would just rather not have to explain myself more than I already do. I love Benedict, but…”

She reached out and cupped his cheek. “He is a little pushy.”

“That is one way of putting it. I would say a right old nosy bastard.”

“Let him wonder, darling.” Vivian pulled him close by the chin. She then kissed him.

They both showered and got dressed with Tom driving them over to the house. Sophie invited them in just long enough to grab her purse.

“Be good, darling.” Vivian kissed him goodbye. “Don’t forget to send me a text with what you ate for lunch.” she whispered low.

“I will.” Tom replied to both questions.

“Try not to burn down the house, darling.” Sophie said to Benedict, before pecking his lips before tugging Vivian out the door.

“Finally…” Sophie sighed as they headed out.

Tom and Benedict spent the rest of the morning watching TV and chatting.

“Must be nice to have some alone with Sophie. No kids.” Tom commented.

“Yep.” Benedict popped back. “How about you and Vivian?”

Tom blushed. “We’ve been… catching up.”

“I bet you have.” Ben winked. “Do you think you pry yourself away from the bed long enough to catch a movie with me this week? Guy’s night. Let Sophie and Vivian hang out and drink wine. Complain about us.” Benedict chuckled.

“I’ll check with Vivian.” Tom responded, swigging down the last of his beer and typing a quick message out on his phone. Benedict hung his head.

Tom smiled down at the phone. “Viv says have Sophie let her know what night.”

“Well, now that you have permission to come out and play.”

Tom frowned at his friend. “What does that mean?”

Ben pursed his lips, choosing his words carefully. “I just mean you’ve never asked permission of your girlfriends before.”

Tom smiled and his friend, holding back what he wanted to say, knowing Ben did the same. “I’ve never moved in with any of them either. There’s a first time for everything.”

Tom’s phone buzzed again. “Now what do we say we eat some lunch?”

After Tom texted about plans later that week, Vivian waited to finish her transaction before texting a reminder about lunch.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Ready to eat?”

Sophie grabbed her bags. “I thought you would never ask.”

As they settled down at the table, Vivian’s phone lit up with Tom’s meal check in. Sophie leaned over.

“Did he just send you a message with what he ate for lunch?”

“Yes.” Vivian shifted in her seat, anticipating the next question.

“Why?” Sophie asked after ordering.

Vivian glanced at the menu and ordered, handing the menu to the server. She sighed.

“Do you promise not to tell Ben?”

Sophie leaned in. “Yes.”

“So Tom and I…” She drew a circle on the tablecloth. “… are in a dominant/submissive relationship.”

Sophie sat in silence.

“Say something.” Vivian prodded. “You’re freaking me out.”

“That explains so much.” Sophie leaned against her elbow. “And Tom is so happy, so who the hell cares?”

“Really?” Vivian relaxed. “Wow. Thanks.”

“And one of your protocols is he sends you his meals. Smart. He eats like a toddler.” Sophie sipped her drink.

“Yes, he… wait,” Vivian’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know about protocols?”

“Funny story.”

Tom jumped from the couch when the front door opened, grateful to end yet another awkward conversation with Ben.

“You’re back, darling.” Tom kissed her cheek. “And have lots of packages.” He spied several bags on the porch. “Did you have fun?”

“Yes I did, darling.” She rubbed his neck as Sophie pushed in.

“Soph!” Benedict called out.

She kissed Ben’s cheek. “Were you nice?”

“I’m always nice.” Ben scoffed. “Aren’t I, Tom?”

“The nicest.” Tom smiled. He pulled Vivian tight against him. “Ready to head home?”

“Yes. I’m afraid jet lag is taking hold.” Her hand slid around Tom’s waist, teasing. “But we are on for Girl’s Night on Wednesday, right?”

Sophie gave a thumbs up and smile.

“Bye, Benedict.” Vivian pulled him into a quick hug. “Sophie.” Sophie squeezed her tight.

Tom and Ben shook hands, and then Tom and Vivian took their leave.

Benedict turned to Sophie and kissed her temple. “I don’t know about her, Soph. Are they moving awfully fast? I worry for Tom.”

Sophie shoved Ben by the chest. “They are just fine. And Vivian is good for him. Now my packages in the car, care to get them?”

Benedict pecked her lips. “Right away.”

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twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for · 4 years

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Bundle -Adam-

Working on a series of one-shots of M!UB holding their first child, starting off with Adam. As an FYI, I will not be having baby names in these because... well because I never thought of any lol

I did my best on this one, but admittedly I am nervous to post it

Would love to hear any feedback you may have and suggestions on who is next :)

Adam was sure that if he were human, he would have rubbed his palm raw with worry. It didn’t matter how far away they placed him, he could hear Dinah’s shouts as if she were right next to him. Her begging for it to be over. It triggered everything in him that told him to run to her side and stop whatever was happening to her, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t even allowed to be in the room. He could only settle for worry and beating himself up over how he had done this to her.

“Do you think if I stepped on it that it would stop from tapping like that or do you think he would launch me? You know what, it’s a gamble I’m willing to take.” Adam vaguely heard Felix say, followed by the shuffling of him getting up.

Nate also got up on that, talked Felix into not taking that gamble, and walked over to Adam, a firm and grounding hand landing on his shoulder. It made Adam realize how tense he was, how hunched his shoulders had become.

Sympathy was in Nate’s gaze and voice as he said. “You might want to stop tapping your foot like that, old friend. You might break the tile... and maybe the foundation underneath the tile even.”

Adam hadn’t even realized he had been tapping his foot at all. He immediately put a stop to it.

“I apologize,” Adam quickly said, knowing that if he were in their shoes the sound would have annoyed him.

“No apologies needed! We can hear the severe, overwhelming pain the detective is in giving birth to your child just as well as you can. Can’t blame you for being antsy, she sounds like she’s dying in there.”

“Felix,” Nate sighed, “I know you think you’re helping, but you aren’t helping.”

“Is the comradery not comforting?” Felix asked.

“No, not the way you’re using it.”

Adam had to admit that the banter did make him want to smile a bit and it was a bit comforting. Casual. Normal.

He was sitting in a room with his team- Nate standing by for comfort and to ease tension, Felix there to potentially cause tension (but mostly to support and make the situation lighter), and Mason smoking in the corner who was there to show support in his own way by just being present.

None of the Unit Bravo was allowed to be in the room while the detective delivered. The Agency was even very particular about who would be allowed to attend the detective because of their blood. And... potentially the baby’s blood.

Adam had to swallow a gulp of worry at that.

“Think our two leaders will produce a hybrid?” Felix asked excitedly.

Adam felt like he swallowed a rock at that.

“Felix,” Nate warned.

“I don’t care as long as it doesn’t start ordering me around straight out of the detective’s-”

“Mason-”

Mason was rescued from whatever scathing scolding he was going to receive by the sound of a loud scream from the detective, followed shortly after by the sound of a baby’s cry.

Relief and anxiety made an interesting cocktail within him. The want to vomit made him feel very human in that moment and he wanted to rush to the room and confirm with his own eyes that everything was okay and everyone was healthy... but he must wait until Elidor came to retrieve him. All he could do was focus on the two heartbeats he had known so well.

“Congratulations,” Nate said with genuine joy to Adam.

“Strong lungs.” Was all Mason had to say in congratulations as he winced at the sounds he could hear better than the rest of them.

“So what do we call you? What will you go by? Don’t tell me father because that’s so stiff and boring... so you. Will it be papa? Dad? Daddy-”

Adam slightly heard Mason choke at the last name, but the list ended at that as Elidor walked into the room to retrieve Adam.

Felix started to tag along before Mason grabbed him by the shoulder to stop him.

“Please send a message when we can come meet the baby. Just uh... don’t send it to me. Mason and Felix will be at the ready. And try not to forget in your joy, we also want to meet the newest addition to our family.”

Felix looked like an eager puppy while Mason looked considerably less enthused by seeing a child but gave a nod anyways.

Adam kept pace with Elidor walking to the room where Dinah was, but it took every ounce of his patience to not use his speed to get there in a heartbeat to see the situation himself.

“Everything went well, I’m assuming?” he asked, feeling the uncomfortable need to converse to calm nerves that wouldn’t calm no matter what he did.

“Yes, she did well and the baby is healthy. We will have to wait on the results for the blood, of course.”

“Of course.”

And that’s where the conversation died.

When they finally made it to the door, Elidor murmured a “congratulations” as let Adam enter alone.

The smells of blood and childbirth lingered in the room, maybe only noticeable to him and his heightened senses, as he zeroed in on Dinah and the baby immediately.

Dinah was pale, sweaty with exertion, and her hair was a mess. Adam had never seen a more beautiful and strong person in his 900+ years of living. In her arms was a tiny bundle with soft breathing and a tiny little heartbeat. It was the kind of sight you fall in love with and want to paint a picture of to remember forever. It was the kind of sight that took a strong man and made him weak in the knees.

“Don’t just stand there and stare, I’ll start blushing. Come see your son,” Dinah said with a small smile.

Adam sort of wished she would blush a bit to give her just a little bit of color and not look so ghostly. He would never say that aloud.

As Adam approached, Dinah shifted positions to meet him and it immediately set off every alarm he had. Her grimace at the effort and movement sliced through him worse than a sword could have. But... he would not be overbearing. He would not order her around. She knew her limits and he must trust them.

Meeting her halfway, he peered at the baby in her arms and felt like all the air he technically didn’t need leave him. The baby had his blonde hair, hardly visible in its sparsity and he wondered, when the baby grew to open it’s eyes more, if it would have his icy green eyes or Dinah’s dark ones. The pink skin radiated heat that was so comforting, so alive.

Dinah made the move to hand the baby to Adam and he quickly took a half step back.

“I-I don’t know if I should. He seems very... breakable.”

She chuckled a bit, wincing as she did it. “He is very breakable, but I’m not about to let you go his whole life with you never touching him because you’re scared. You can be soft and you know how to be gentle. Now take your son and I can get some rest.”

Well, he couldn’t very well argue with a woman who birthed a whole person out.

He had never held a baby before and Dinah had to sit him down and coach him. There was a startling amount of things you had to worry about just to hold an infant that added to Adam’s fears, but the second his son was in his arms the fears were whisked away and he was charmed beyond belief. He felt so incredibly... whole. He felt different than the man he was two seconds ago, how was that?

“There you go. How do you feel? Isn’t he cute? Don’t you just love him?”

“I feel like a father, considering half of his genetics are yours of course he is cute, and I loved him long ago. It did not start just now.”

“Well, no, I get that but the feelings are stronger now that he’s actually here, right?”

“Yes,” he agreed softly, never lifting his gaze from the child as he and Dinah spoke.

He listened to her light footsteps as she eased her way back into bed with a groan.

“You know I’m never going to do this to you again with all the screams, groans, grimaces, and winces I have seen and heard today.”

“I think that’s quite out of your hands and quite over the top, my love. Some people have like eight children and function just fine. What if one day he comes to you, puppy-eyed, and says he wants a sibling, hm?”

“... that’s a problem I will have to face later. Much later. Also I can deal with puppy-eyed looks. Ask Felix.”

“Sure, sure,” Dinah responded non-committedly and not an even a little bit convinced.

After almost no time of lying on the bed, her breath and heartbeat slowed into rest.

With Dinah and his son both asleep, Adam could revel in the silent comfort of their alive, healthy, human sounds that plagued him with unsettlement Dinah’s whole pregnancy and delivery. He could finally assess the human that he and Dinah had made together.

He stroked the baby’s hair. Soft.

He ran a thumb over the baby’s tiny, puffy cheek. Soft.

He moved the blanket bundled around his son. Soft.

He looked at his son’s that reacted with a very strong grip around his finger, Adam’s lips couldn’t help smile.

Soft.

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jungxk · 4 years

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just one (vii)

notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

warnings: smut (oral: m receiving. unprotected sex, brief cumplay)

genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au

wordcount: 10.4k

tagging: @underthejoon @misosoup-forthesoul

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

jungkook knows from the second he heard seulgi's steps marching to the front door that he should have just sat back and waited for your reply before coming over. but he has a busy afternoon and somewhere to be in less than an hour, and it's much too late to scarper because seulgi yanks the door open before he can twist on his heels. her hair is up in a pile on top of her head with a huge sweatshirt coming down to her knees but jungkook has never been more terrified. seulgi watches him so carefully he swears she can see the beads of sweat forming on his temple. "seulgi noona! good morning," no response. "um...how are you?"

seulgi taps her foot. "you want to know how i am after you finished all the fruit loops and left your dirty underwear on my bathroom floor?" even though he's a head taller than her, jungkook still scurries to obey when she points him into the flat. "how do you think i am, jungkook? because i feel like i'm a single mother to a messy, inconsiderate weasel who doesn't know how to put the toilet seat down!"

"um...sorry?" jungkook offers timidly, hoping his cute grin will lessen his sentence. it usually works on his hyungs and hookups. "i'll replace the fruit loops, i promise. and i'll work on the toilet thing!"

just when he thinks he's in the clear and tries to step passed her, seulgi grabs jungkook by the ear and yanks him back to make him shriek. "fuck yeah you'll work on it! you also have to work on not using my limited edition apple-scented conditioner that i've been saving up for since before you were born!"

"you're only three years older than me!"

she pulls harder. "what was that?"

"i'm sorryyy," jungkook whines uncomfortably, unable to free himself from her grip to keep hold of the huge bag he's clutching. he squeezes his eyes shut when she starts to twist and regrets ever stepping foot here without you to protect him as a human shield. "ow, ow, ow! i said i'm sorry, noona!"

"leave him alone seulgi! you can kill him after friday, he's our ride!" jisoo pokes her head out from the kitchen to make sure that seulgi complies and releases jungkook in one piece, throwing the younger boy a sympathetic smile while he clutches his swollen ear with a pout. "_____ is in the shower, jungkookie. go wait in her room before you leave here decapitated."

jungkook practically sprints down the hall, barely missing seulgi when she lunges for him threateningly. "if you weren't fucking one of my best friends i'd keep your nuts as a keychain, jeon! remember that!"

"kook? you here?" you call just before pushing open your bedroom door, kicking it shut with your heel while holding a towel to your hair. sure enough jungkook is sat at the end of your bed, pink knees showing through the rip in his jeans while he bounces his leg in anticipation. the hoodie he's wearing is too big for him, and he's squeezing the handle of a big, fancy looking paper bag like his life depends on it. "i thought i heard seulgi screaming," you scoff, rushing past him to search for a pair of socks in the laundry basket, haphazardly throwing things into your bag as you go. "sorry, but i'm already late to jimin's, so maybe later? his new order came from asos so he wants my opinions-"

"i'll be quick," jungkook stands quickly, and you finally take a second to get a proper look at his face. big, round eyes looking everywhere but yours when he thrusts the bag at you. "i just wanted to give you this. i'll see you later! if seulgi doesn't castrate me first..."

"wait," you steady a hand on his arm before he can go. "what's this? did i leave something at yours?"

he shakes his head. it's hard to do anything but stare at him: a gift? from jungkook? the most he had ever bought you was the occasional lunch or emergency chocolate, so it was a little hard to believe. a part of you is convinced it was some kind of gag like a costco-size pack of condoms or an accompaniment to those vibrating panties from his birthday but jungkook isn't laughing. if anything, he looks agitated. but it's hard to tell if that was because of seulgi's yelling. he clearly wasn't going to give you an explanation so you sit on the bed and decide to keep jimin waiting another ten minutes.

you pull out the bag's contents and it's heavy. it's a thick wooden case with ornate golden latches, and inside the case are beautifully arranged premium oil paints of every discernible shade you could think of, pristine and practically gleaming against the velvet lining. the set was complete with palette knives and various varnishes and glazing mediums that are only sold with the most luxurious of paint sets. you only ever saw this kind of painting equipment in shop windows or ridiculous online bids and here they were, spread out across your hello kitty bedding. finally, your shaky hands reach out to trace the gold work the edges of the wood just to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you.

all the while jungkook practically hops from one foot to the other, desperate to leave. "it's okay if you don't like them. you don't have to use them or anything, i just thought-"

"jungkook," you whisper, overwhelmed with questions. "i...they're beautiful," he relaxes significantly. "i just...i can't believe you got your hands on these, they must have cost a fortune...!" you finally meet his eyes, shocked. your hair damp and your expression creased with confusion and even concern...it's sweet. he finds it hard not to smile. you start to shake your head slowly. "kook-ah, i can't accept this. there's no way i can pay you back-"

"why would you pay me back? they're yours," your stomach flips when he looks at you, hands in his hoodie pocket while he hovers over you. he hasn't put his cologne on yet so he smells like baby fabric softener and something sweet. your jungkook. "you needed paints and now you have them." he pauses at your blank expression. "do you need more colours or something? it was the biggest set i could find-"

"no! no, of course not, it's plenty...more than enough! more than i know what to do with, actually..." you stare at him again. "i don't know what to say. i've never had paints so expensive before..." guilt creeps up in the back of your throat. "you didn't have to do this, you know. jisoo and seulgi were going to get me new oils for my birthday anyway...pretty good ones, from the supply shop in town." you close the case carefully. "jungkook, this kit look just shy of a grand..."

"hey," he takes your chin, because jungkook knows that look. he smooths his thumb over your cheek, as if to smooth away the panic with it. "don't be silly. with your talent you were well overdue the fancy stuff anyway. i had the money and i spent it because that's what money's for. it's no big deal."

you lay your hand over his. "it's a big deal to me," you fist your hands in his thick jumper, pulling yourself up to him for a big kiss that's long and wet. it's not often that you throw yourself all over him so unabashedly so jungkook enjoys the attention, lets you nip at his bottom lip while you snake your hands up his hoodie. he's bare underneath. you instinctively trace at his happy trail, swallowing down the taste of him. "take your pants off."

"w-what?" you've already got his belt undone before he opens his eyes, popping his jeans open and loosening them around his hips with your thumbs hooked inside. he has a mole under his belly button that you are just dying to kiss, lowering yourself to sit back on the bed. "you don't have to do this, noona..." he says weakly, but his eyes are already sliding shut while you suck love bites above his underwear. he means it too. he really didn't get you the paint set for a lay.

and that's what makes you want to fuck him even more.

he sighs hard when you palm him over his boxers, tracing firm circles until you're met with a wet patch on the fabric. "i've been using watered down acrylic for almost a month. do you know what that's like for someone who works almost exclusively with oils? fucking horrible, that's what. so let me celebrate," you yank his jeans down under his ass, giving it a light squeeze before pulling him in by the elastic of underwear so that you can open your mouth wide over him atop the fabric, let him feel the heat of your breath over his cock before sucking until you taste pre-cum. only you could get him from zero to a hundred in a few minutes. jungkook gives in, lacing his fingers through your damp hair so that he can buck into your face insistently. he releases a salacious whine, which he isn't used to doing.

you're at the perfect height to have him in your mouth while he's standing and you're sat on the bed, not that you have time for anything else because you're already late. pulling his underwear down along with his jeans, you hum at the sight of jungkook's dripping erection, leaning in to catch the dribbles of pre-cum as if they were going to waste otherwise, and jungkook thinks the sight alone could kill him. he's flushed darker at his tip, and if you concentrate hard enough you could feel the vein on the underside pumping with excitement. you always had a way of eating cock that made him shiver; like you were greedy for it, selfish even. like you'd rather die than not taste every inch of him, every drop, so thirsty for his cream in your mouth that you didn't care what you had to do to get it. it's why he often pushed your head away, not ready to finish so soon, but it's also why he becomes putty in your hands, a slave to your mouth. like it's your cock and he just happens to be attached to it. you're not a lewd girl so he never expected it of you. maybe that's why it delights him so.

the head of jungkook's manhood is swollen, almost bulbous, flushed such a deep red it could kiss violet. you take him in your hand, use your thumb to rub up his length, the soft curve allowing for some gentle pressure at the base. was it possible to be in love with a cock? that's how it felt, and you had never felt this way before. you can't even hide your pleasure when you take the tip in your mouth, rubbing him along the pad of your tongue first before sucking him all the way in. jungkook squirms, tries not to rut his hips but it's impossible, your other hand venturing down to give his balls a gentle fondle. you hum around him as you do, determined to suck every bead of cum out of him. jungkook groans so hard he blushes all the way up to his ears and down the back of neck, sweating profusely now. he's not new to letting girls take the reigns but with you it felt so...invigorating. fresh.

he trembles when you gag around him, watching the saliva and pre-cum accumulate around your chin. your lashes are so long and pretty from this angle. jungkook knows he's a goner once you start to bob your head, wetting the length of him with as much saliva as you can muster. it comes off in a string when you pull away to look at him, cleaning your lips with your tongue. "where do you want to finish, kook-ah?"

it's usually tits. for the sheer visual of course, because they're his weakness. but jungkook knows how much you adore it when he fills your mouth and lets you swallow his load whole, the taste alone so euphoric he can see the whites of your eyes sometimes. and so, with much difficulty, he replies while you twirl your tongue around his leaking tip. "m-mouth. please..."

you don't reply; only smile triumphantly before closing your mouth around his head again and sucking the life out of him. jungkook is vocal, whimpering and moaning and thrusting into your mouth so his belt buckle clicks rhythmically. knowing his answer his answer succeeded in pleasing you made the entire thing that much more overwhelming. jungkook wills himself to look down, seeing your hard nipples through your shirt, a tiny detail but evidently his demise; ropes of his cum fill your mouth, hot and sticky with a noticeable tang you could never get tired of. you keep swallowing, lapping up the remnants long after jungkook has ridden through his high, beginning to writhe from the over-stimulation but he doesn't dare push you away if only to look at you sat there with his dick in your mouth for a few more seconds.

when you finally pull back, swiping at the pre-cum on your chin with your finger and sucking it like pastry cream. he almost passes out. "you should buy me art supplies more often."

"are you kidding?" he's still panting when he climbs on top of you, pushing your giggling form to lie underneath him while he tugs your top up and plays with your breasts; first with his hands, then with his mouth. they're so warm and soft under his lips, the act hardly even sexual but idle. comforting. it feels so nice you squeak when you feel his teeth graze over the puckered skin. "next time i'm getting you a whole studio. or a fucking museum."

"so do you have any explanation for being over an hour late?" jimin examines himself in his wardrobe mirror while you cross your legs on the end of his bed amidst the plastic covered clothing. you try to be as collected as possible but jimin could catch your fidgeting a mile away. "because i had to ask tae for his opinions on these jeans while you were gone, and he was honest. too honest," he studies his body's profile. "do i really have a bubble butt?"

"i just overslept," you say simply, examining him with a finger to your lips. "and definitely not. you're flatter than a naan. those jeans are just creating assets out of nowhere. which is a good thing!"

"and how would you know? does that mean you've been looking?" jimin teases, not even warning you before tugging his tee off from the back in that rough way that boys do. you busy yourself with looking for a shirt to pair his pants with because you know jimin is toned and firm and wonderfully tanned with a smooth chest you used to exclusively fall asleep on. you don't need reminding. "are you shy, ____?"

"do you want me to be shy?" you're both caught off guard by the challenge.

jimin isn't sure whether to be amused or excited but takes the sweater you throw him without comment. "hm, looks a little big."

"you like oversized," you offer. "but you have another jumper just like that."

he holds up the garment and squints. "i do?"

"the grey one," you go to his wardrobe to fetch it, sifting through the various hung clothes before pulling it out. "with the puffy sleeves, see? not worth it if you ask me. what about this navy one?" you pull out one of the new tees from the pile. "i love this colour on you."

you look up to see his perfect smile. "i'll remember that."

you avoid his gaze. "you can wear it to that thing on friday," he watches you scurry back to your seat on the bed again, perching on the end while you wait for him to change with your eyes closed. it's so endearing and innocent he can't stop smiling at you through the mirror. "seulgi and jisoo seem pretty keen on going now, too. what did you tell them?"

"the same thing i told everyone: free drinks and free food," he pulls on the navy shirt and you accidently catch him, unintentionally lingering on his nipples. they're bigger than jungkook's but the same rich, delicious brown. you start to think about this morning and suddenly you clamp your thighs shut. "the guy's loaded, how many more times do i have to say it? and now that seulgi and jisoo are going there's really no reason why you shouldn't either."

you sigh. "jimin, you don't even know this guy. how can you be a walking advert for his party if you don't even-"

"i totally know him!" jimin looks offended, nose all crinkled. "you know irene?"

you perk up hopefully. "...yeah, actually. we went to hers a while ago, right?"

"right! well it's her sister's ex-boyfriend's neighbour's cousin's gym buddy!"

"...you are un-fucking-believable."

"but i'm yours," his palms are suddenly planted firmly on your knees like he always does to get your attention, forcing you to look at him when he shoves them apart slightly. it's a mirror-image of jungkook from this morning after he got you naked, but this time it's jimin's musk and plush lips and hooded eyes that don't falter for even a second. he takes the opportunity while you're quiet, his thumb rubbing circles on the fabric of your leggings. his signature move in the wearing-you-down process. "come with us, babe. you know i wouldn't ask if i didn't think you'd have fun."

"okay..." you say finally. his lips are nearly berry pink. has he been biting them?

jimin pulls back, satisfied. "namjoon and yoongi are going, too. so it's not like you won't know anyone."

namjoon and yoongi means jungkook wouldn't miss it, he always tags along. so seulgi and jisoo really weren't joking when they mentioned he'd be their ride. it's the first time you'd both be somewhere public together since your little escapade started, so you weren't sure how to feel. would you just pretend to be friends? weren't you just friends? would you mingle with namjoon and yoongi like you usually would given they're in his circle? avoid him completely? ride with jimin instead of carpool?

would jungkook get with other girls?

you feel small all of a sudden, stamping down the feeling by opening another plastic covered item of clothing. instead of thinking about your unspoken arrangement with jungkook it felt better just to avoid the entire thing and save yourself the headache. whatever you had going right now was working and it was good, great even. so why mess with it?

before you know it, taehyung is bursting into the room to flop beside you. he twists himself to throw his legs over your thighs without missing a beat, head hanging slightly off the bed when he looks at jimin. "you told him to keep the jeans? seriously, _____?"

"i think they look nice."

"thank you!"

"and i want to borrow them."

"...what?"

"i don't understand why this is taking so long," jungkook complains from under the pillow on his face. he's sprawled out across your bed under an array of tops, skirts, dresses, tights, you name it. he no longer cared. seulgi was doing her eyebrows in her compact mirror on the floor, her makeup surrounding her in a cult-like circle while jisoo was painting her nails on your desk chair, sitting nice and still while you waved her hair with a straightener. it had already been over an hour since jungkook arrived to pick you all up and since then he's fallen asleep, made a snack and watched two episodes of naruto on his phone. "you said to pick you guys up at seven. what's the point if you weren't even ready?"

"when girls say seven they don't actually mean seven, jungkookie," jisoo blows her pinky fingernail dry.

"i just don't get how there's so much to do," he grumbles, knowing better than to reach over and inspect the array of hair products and cosmetics. the three of you kicked up a fuss when he dropped an eyeliner an hour or so ago. "guys just wash their pits, maybe their balls. throw on some lynx and leave."

"and that's why you are the inferior species," seulgi says from behind her mirror. "but maybe you'll survive, jeon. you actually use soap for one thing."

"that's because he doesn't like strong smells," you say absently while parting the last layer of jisoo's hair. "he won't even let me near him if i come back from the studio without a shower."

jungkook splutters with embarrassment when the girls laugh and coo at him. "i told you, the paint smell gives me a headache!"

"speaking of headaches," seulgi gives jisoo an evil, conniving smirk from across the room. "guess who's not coming tonight!"

jisoo rolls her eyes. "if you say taehyung i'm gonna-"

"please! everyone and their mother knows you and tae are extinct. i'm talking about namjoon and yoongi," seulgi looks at her mischievously. "think about it, ____ already gives us a way in. free drinks, fancy house, unfamiliar faces...i heard this rich-kid even has a patio. this is our shot."

jisoo stands up abruptly. "then i need my slutty blouse."

"again, you mean my slutty blouse," you pout.

jungkook lifts the pillow from his face to look at you. "you have a slutty blouse?" the girls ignore him while they filter out of the room in search for it, because it takes an extra pair of hands when it comes to navigating jisoo's wardrobe. jungkook throws the pillow aside, his hair is a bit dishevelled from lying down, but he manages to pull off the style well even in a smart-casual, silk maroon button down and black jeans. not forgetting his array of silver earrings and rings, doing nothing but adding to his devilish look especially when he looks at you so mischievously. you know then that he won't let this topic go without an answer. "why haven't i seen it? your slutty blouse?"

you roll your eyes, glad you're not facing him because it was harder to maintain resolve with eye contact. "what's the point? you barely let me keep a shirt on around you."

he snorts, resting his chin on his hand while he watches you. your already-flattering waistline was now mesmerising in your little dress. "i like boobs. sue me."

"my heart is racing, slick." you say dryly. before he rolls back, you swivel in your desk chair to look at him. "so what's the deal?"

jungkook pops an eye open. "deal?"

"tonight," you gesture between you. "i just think that we should, you know. make sure we're on the same page."

"oh," he shrugs nonchalantly. "well, we're friends. do what you want."

you nod quietly, not exactly satisfied but you let it go. it's not that you expected much else from him so you couldn't say you were disappointed; jeon jungkook doesn't do serious. you knew that going into all of this. you gave up hobi - or rather hobi gave up on you - being well aware of this. in your heart you knew it was more complicated than that, but if it made him feel better about the whole idea by acting like strangers around other people you could accept that. he'd come around eventually. the trust is what's important, the unspoken respect and connection that you both shared. knowing that was intact didn't leave room for much worry or doubt, but one thing did. "i gotta admit though...i'm gonna miss not having a bodyguard."

jungkook looks at you through the corner of his eye. he pauses, internally debating with himself before sitting up with a long sigh. he removes his watch, a big bulky silver one that he always kept on his person. "okay, let me tell you a secret," he looks at you seriously that his next words almost knock you over. "have you watched john tucker must die?"

it's so difficult not to wheeze with laughter, but jungkook looks very solemn so you forcefully hold it in. "yeah, when i was thirteen. like most people. why?"

"because that thing with the watch," he takes your hand, slipping the timepiece over your wrist. "you know near the end, where he gives her his watch? that shit works. wards off the assholes, i mean. at least most of them," it's weighty and far too big, just barely hanging onto your wrist without slipping off completely. it didn't go with the outfit you had planned at all and bordered on uncomfortable but your stomach flickers with butterflies anyway; the paints, now his watch. it meant something, right? still, it's hard to see past such a juvenile concept, which at this point was the norm when it came to jungkook. "the second most guys see this they won't even try approaching you. like vampires and garlic. jimin and vegetables."

"are you kidding?" his expression remains resolute. "jungkook, that was a movie. from like, ten years ago. about sadistic white kids who most likely peaked in high school!"

"the principle is the same!" he argues, so fervent in his expression it's adorable. "just wait and see, you'll get significantly less trouble tonight."

you find yourself smiling playfully. "and if i don't?"

"you can paint me nude like in titanic, and i'll tattoo it right here," he points to the empty space of skin on the inside of his wrist, the same place he showed you forever ago in the library. even now he was reluctant to cover the area to officially complete his sleeve which was symbolic in itself, so it was an awfully big gamble. closest to his hand and in the eye of others, jungkook knows that whatever he decides to tattoo there would be his most high-profile piece. which is how you know he is unwavering in confidence.

you squint at him daringly. "you wouldn't."

"and if you're wrong," he continues with a cheeky grin that he tries hard to reign in. his teeth sink into his bottom lip so you're staring at the mole beneath it when he talks. "you can finally wear those vibrating panties for me with that slutty blouse of yours."

if you paid better attention, you would realise that you knew this neighbourhood. but you're strapped into the passenger's seat of jungkook's eyesore of a truck, seulgi and jisoo screaming along the words to destiny's child with all the windows rolled down. the night air is wonderfully cool for once, fanning through the back of your neck while you soak up in this feeling. laughing with jungkook next to you, blasting out seulgi's playlist, twitching whenever jisoo tries reaching one of those high notes that she frankly cannot; this could work. you turn to look at jungkook between songs, very nearly getting caught up in the need to tell him that.

his sleeves are rolled up the elbows, muscles flexing every time he changes gear. jungkook gives you a salacious flick of his brow when he catches you staring at him. usually he could hold your hand while waiting at the traffic lights but tonight he doesn't, and you know it's almost certainly because jisoo and seulgi would see. or anyone for that matter. it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, has you sitting tucked against your side of the car in deep thought. until you lift your eyes and notice the string of pretty houses passing you, with gates and neatly cut hedges and perfect mailboxes and...oh.

"thank god! i thought we'd never get here," seulgi's already popping open the car door before jungkook has the hand-break on, eager to scout the overly clean street.

jisoo eagerly scrambles after her, still buzzing from pre's. "holy fuck, would you look at this place? that tree is literally ten times prettier than i am!"

"noona," jungkook's voice is laced with concern when he notices how shell-shocked you look, staring straight ahead as if scared to look at the house. "hey, are you okay?"

your head starts nodding automatically but jungkook knows you're lying. but jungkook also knows it isn't his place to ask why, so exits the car at the same time as you do, leaving a considerable distance from you when you make your way up the fancy porch to the girls. in fact, jungkook is nowhere to be seen the second the three of you enter the vast foyer. not that you have any time to notice, your stomach tight with discomfort. even jisoo notices how clammy your hand is when they tug you over to greet irene and her group and then some of seulgi's graphic design friends. you are too on-edge to offer anything more than a thin-lipped smile, fingers gripping into seulgi's hand instinctively but you so, so wished it was jimin's. or even jungkook's.

it's just like how you remember it. the fancy vase on the middle of the table, the pretty white of the skirting board. the third step from the bottom of the staircase still creaked like it used to, and you knew if you lifted the corner of the rug in the dining room there would still be a wine stain. it's hard to make out the other little specifics because of the dim lights and chatter and alcohol but nothing has changed. maybe that picture in the hallway, or the certificates framed on the mantle piece. but everything else about this house is still polished, elegant, pristine. perfect. everything you are not, just like last time.

so you do everything you can to keep yourself occupied and move systematically around the house while you mingle. maybe with a bit of luck and if you played your cards right, you could avoid the one person who you would do anything to pass up a confrontation with.

after hours of making small talk and hiding behind the watch jungkook gave you every time you so much as pass a man, you almost cry in relief when you see hobi chatting happily on the landing of the first floor. usually your sort-of-ex wouldn't elicit such a positive response from you, but you and hobi were still close after calling it quits, so much so that you can't help but rush to his waiting arms. his stare lingers on you when you pull back from him with slightly glazed eyes and a strained smile, nodding to his friends before turning away to hook his elbow securely around your neck. "everything okay?"

"yes! yeah, it's great...i'm great," your teeth grind absently. "i'm happy to see you here, hobi. i've missed you, how've you been?"

"really good," he says, smiling at you like he always did. it wasn't one of those replies that he exchanged with you for pleasantries sake; hobi genuinely meant it. "and how about you?" there's a pause when you look away, unsure how to answer him with a single sentence. "lemme guess...boy trouble?"

at this point you're too tipsy to hold back your wild laughter. "something like that!"

"do i have to ask which one?" hoseok laughs back.

you push him playfully. "you're only teasing because you've literally been the only decent man in my life and you know it!"

"this is true," he runs his hand through his hair confidently. "but jimin can still earn that spot back, right?"

you tilt your head in question. "what do you mean?"

hoseok blinks at you, the smile dropping quickly from his face. the only time you'd seen him like that was when he broke up with you, civilly and maturely on his sofa after dinner. he licks his lips, as if he's not sure whether to believe you or go through with what he actually wants to say. but you would never lie, so that must mean...hoseok sighs. his hair covers his brows, but you can still see them tightly wound with concern when he touches your arm. "____, did jimin not tell you?"

"tell me what?" you ask, more confused than ever.

"well, if it isn't tinkerbell!" is all your hear before you're being picked up and carried down the stairs in one swift movement. normally you'd panic, as any woman would, but namjoon makes sure to lift you so that you can see his face grinning up at you. yoongi, on the other hand, waves at hobi while you're halfway down the staircase, your laughter already ringing so loud from their immaturity you can only just hear him yell back at hoseok. "sit tight hobi-yah, i need a chat with my fake girlfriend and then i'll return her in mint condition!"

"a chat?" you giggle profusely when namjoon drops you on one of the sofa's in the poolroom, which stank of weed men's body spray. their domain. it was exactly what you needed, their brainless banter and drinking games and bickering to keep you distracted and entertained. "am i in trouble, fake boyfriend?"

"that depends," yoongi flops down next to you. "are you gonna tell us the names of your super-hot friends or are you going to make us beg like dogs?"

"i think the title of fake boyfriend should go to me now," namjoon butts in, wedging himself between you and yoongi clumsily so the older boy almost goes flying off the other side. "you can't be the fake boyfriend if you can't carry the fake girlfriend, which hyung had to ask me to do-"

"what kind of dumbass fucking rule is that?" yoongi protests, face scrunched in disbelief. "you can't just make up fake boyfriend rules and-"

"why not? you made up the concept of a fake boyfriend," namjoon turns back to you. "consider my case. i am taller than hyung so i can reach stuff for you, also i have resting bitch face so guys won't bother you. hyung, in comparison, looks like a marshmallow. i'm also a vegetarian-"

"great, so you won't eat her. bravo," yoongi is back by your side again. "i only asked him to carry you because someone made me drink straight gin on the way over here and honestly i couldn't guarantee we'd both make it down those stairs alive if i picked you up, tinkerbell-"

"why does anyone have to pick me up?" you laugh, bouncing up from the sofa to grab the cues from the pooltable. "how about this - whoever wins this game gets seulgi and jisoo's phone and also the fake boyfriend award. what do you say?"

"do you even know how to play?" namjoon teases.

you stop clearing the table to gawk at him. "what, pool? no! i meant beer pong!"

"i'm way too old for this," yoongi sighs, but he's already getting up to open a fresh six-pack.

"okay, what the fuck happened?" jisoo and seulgi come out nowhere while you're on your way back from the bathroom, dragging you into the spacious conservatory. they knew you well enough to know that you even though you appeared relaxed you were far from it, hovering over you while you're backed into a corner. you're thankful at least for the sturdiness of the wall behind you, how cool it is against your skin. "did jungkook propose to you in the car or something? talk about deer in headlights! you've been looking over your shoulder every half a second since we got here."

"yeah, why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" seulgi dabs the sweat on your forehead from a napkin. "at first i just thought you needed to throw up or something."

"because, um..." you scratch your head, brain finally switching on after hours of avoiding the topic. the questions they had, the questions of your own were now piling up as well, and it was too much. you reach for the closest drink, downing it straight with no mixer. the girls share a glance, but wait for you to continue. "so...ha, this is gonna sound super hilarious...!"

jisoo plucks the empty glass from you. "spill."

you struggle to swallow, throat desperately dry while you pour yourself another drink without really even knowing what it is. "remember that guy i told you about? my ex-boyfriend from like, years ago back when i was a bio-med major?"

"the one who broke up with you once you dropped out and left home?" seulgi's mouth upturns. "yeah, i remember wanting to punch him when you told us about it. who the fuck dumps their girlfriend after she gets disowned? he should be carted off a cliff with your used-be family of snakes and a-"

jisoo darts her head around to survey the room. "wait, is he here? oh fuck, did you see him when we came in?"

"no, but i probably will," you gulp down another scathing glass of whatever. it burns, and you like it. "because this is his house."

the pair of them chorus. "what?!"

you raise your glass mockingly, laughing but also slightly on the verge of tears. "yup! see over there? that's where i used to have dinner with his parents and that's where we'd have drinks before brunch," you tap the skinny glass in your hand so it pings. "and these are the fancy glasses that his aunt got his parents as a wedding gift that never ever get used so i'm like, eighty-per-cent sure they're out of town and have no idea about this party right now which is so not like h-

"brunch?" jisoo's face twists in disgust.

"they're rich! that's what rich people do! they have brunch!"

"so all this time the ex-boyfriend you never talked was fucking loaded? and you never thought to tell us?"

"i didn't think it was important," you say honestly.

jisoo stares at you in disbelief. "isn't his dad like an astronaut or something?"

"no, no, an astrophysicist-"

she covers her eyes. "oh my god you fucked the astronaut's kid..."

"right there, actually," you point into the doorway of the spare room down the hall. "we had to be super quiet because either his parents were home or like, cleaners or butlers or one of his mum's business associates," you sigh hard at the memory. "the one time we almost fucked in the coat room, jin said it was immature and unsanitary because all the coats come from outside but it was my birthday so i was really-"

"wait, hold on," seulgi steadies a hand on your shoulder and you notice that your tongue is already feeling fuzzy. "how did you not know this was his place? how did jimin not know? there's no way he would have invited you to your ex-boyfriend's fucking party let alone-"

"his name is jin," you say finally. "seokjin. i doubt jimin even knows his name," you chew your lip nervously. "i haven't been here in so long, and jungkook was driving and... i..."

"right, well," jisoo still looks around out of habit. "you gotta tell us your game plan, pronto. because if you want us to pull you out of here before the bastard sees you and sets you off on an emotional breakdown, we have to go now. what does this jin guy even look like?"

"fuck what he looks like, we're leaving before we find out," seulgi says firmly, grabbing you by the shoulders and steering you into the kitchen while jisoo trails behind, already rooting around in your purse in search of your phone to call jimin. there wasn't a lot he could do, but if there was anyone who would know what you'd need in this situation it would be him. it was close to midnight so who knows where he could be by now, or how long it would take to track him down in this mansion. just seeing his face would make you feel better. and as if the universe heard you, the three of you turn the corner to see the only face on earth that could make you feel worse.

"hey," you turn at the familiar voice with seulgi and jisoo following suit, your legs threatening to give out under you. seokjin stands behind you, even more handsome than you remember. every feeling you had, every pent up emotion that had been building from the years of ruminating and overthinking frazzled away into a numbness you couldn't explain. seokjin smiles at you, softly and with kind eyes. "fancy seeing you here."

you try to smile back at him. "you look good, oppa."

jin's smile grows oh-so slightly, giving a polite nods to your shell-shocked friends before leaning close to your ear. "can we talk?"

there are very few people in the back of the garden, which is where jin takes you. the bed of roses are a different colour from what you remember, but the grass is the same. the line of trees at the back, the acorns and perfectly maintained fences. there are solar-powered lights lining the pebbled pathway that you and seokjin walk down, where you used to walk down hand in hand years ago. it's the most romantic place in the house, which was why it had been your favourite. you wonder if he remembered that, if that's why he brought you down here. like a final goodbye.

but no, that was not seokjin's intention. instead, he stares down at his pressed shirt or up at the stars, in deep contemplation. there's something about you now that he can't quite place, something that wasn't there when you were together. a calmness, an inner peace. to him you were still the girl that chased feelings of gratification with her head in a sketchbook, but that girl only lived in his memory now. there was a light in your eyes that he wasn't accustomed to.

"you look good," his voice is soft. "really good, ____. happy i mean."

you smile to yourself, thinking of all the wonderful people in your life. "thank you. i am happy," you pause. "and you? are you happy, seokjin? i hope that you are."

he stares at you, waits for even a grain of insincerity to show up but it doesn't. he rubs the back of his neck, thoughtful. "you're still so kind. so good inside. how did you keep that?"

"um, well," you shrug. "if you want me to be a bitch, i can do that too."

he laughs, his teeth shiny and perfect as always. "that'd be easier. but that's not you," he can't stop looking at you, and it's just as impossible to read him now as it was back then. he takes a while to mull over your question, finding it harder to be honest with himself than with you. "i'm not sure if i'm happy. honestly? every time i get close to it i think about what i did to you and..."

you look down. "you don't...we don't have to talk about that."

"ya, are you kidding?" he stops in the path to stare at you. "of course we do." you forgot how tall jin was. his hair is styled differently, away from his forehead so more of his pretty face is on show. he looks so much like his mother. you were never really angry at seokjin for leaving you, just disappointed. and he knew that, which is why he couldn't just let you leave his house without freeing himself of this agonising guilt. "i'm sorry, _____. what i did...it was horrible and wrong and heartless, and i think about it all the time. how much i know it hurt you, how alone you must have felt-"

"i wasn't alone," you stand up straighter at the thought of jimin.

"no i know, i just," seokjin sighs, not used to all this. "i shouldn't have broken up with you. at least, when i did. it was too much for you to handle and-"

"i mean, clearly it wasn't," you fold your arms. "otherwise i wouldn't be standing here, happier than ever. you said it yourself."

and there it is, the thing you had been dreading the second you stepped foot in this house. that look on seokjin's face, his lips together and his eyes regarding you carefully: pity. seokjin pitied you, even though he tried hard to hide it and even though you tried hard to avoid it from happening. it always ended up here, him looking at you like a basket case and you trying to hold back the tears of fury and fear and hurt. "i hear you're close with jeon jungkook now."

you scoff in disbelief. "are you serious? are you fucking serious?" he doesn't respond, because jin never did approve of your swearing. which makes you swear more. "you are fucking off on one if you think i'm going to talk to you about him of all things, jin-"

"you're smarter than that, ____," seokjin steps closer to you, his warm hand resting on your arm. "no one else can say that about you-"

"excuse me?"

"-but i can. because i know you," he finishes, skin perfect under the moonlight. "and you're way too smart for a guy like him."

you pluck his hand from your arm and for the first time you don't feel the need to explain yourself. you don't feel the need to cry or fight your case or claw desperately for a glimmer of approval or even acceptance. you look at seokjin's face, studying it for the last time. maybe if you tried harder you could have been good enough for jin, but you don't want to find out anymore. "please understand that you don't know me. you never did. goodnight, seokjin."

"and where the fuck have you been?" jungkook whirls his head around to seulgi and jisoo, stomping into the spare room. "we're gonna have to put a tracker on you one of these days, jungkookie."

"what's wrong?" he says, already cowering away in case seulgi goes for his ear again.

instead she grabs his chin and turns his head to the window while jisoo points to the garden outside. "that."

and sure enough, there you were. standing down the end of pretty garden path talking to a guy in obnoxiously expensive armani amidst porch lights looking like something out of a romance novel. jungkook doesn't feel anything but the overwhelming desire to turn away, which is what he does before taking another swing of beer. "what about it?"

"that's ____," jisoo continues to point. "talking to seokjin, her ex-boyfriend."

"ex-boyfriend?"

"yeah well," seulgi leans against the window pane with folded arms. "don't look so glum, she didn't tell us until like, a year into living together. she never talked about him because he like, broke her heart beyond repair or whatever," seulgi glances at jungkook. "he dumped her after her folks sent her packing, told her the only reason why they were together was because their parents got along at work and bla bla bla so when she decided to go after creative arts, they had nothing in common anymore. so he dropped her. it was right before ____ met jimin. apparently she was a total wreck."

jungkook sits back, takes his time finishing his beer. it definitely made sense, the way you always skated around the topic of past relationships even during pillow talk. he had just assumed that you wanted to keep all that stuff separate from him, which was probably part of the reason too. still, if what seulgi and jisoo were saying was true, it would mean that his rough-and-tumble self would be the perfect rebound in comparison to prim and proper kim seokjin. the kind of thing that good girls like you get off on. but it's not like jungkook has any right to point fingers, everyone had their pasts. so all he does is burp and open another can of drink after saying, "yikes."

"yikes?" jisoo pokes him. "that's all you have to say? yikes?"

he looks uninterested. "what else do you want me to say?"

"oh i don't know, that maybe you care? or that you'll at least beat him up or something, jungkook-style?"

"she'll be fine," jungkook wets his lips, suddenly desperate for a cigarette. "she has my watch."

you thought that after stumbling into the house and pouring yourself a couple of drinks you would feel better. better as in, numb from everything and pliant enough to be strapped into the backseat of jimin's car or some uber and taken home in one piece within the hour. but that's not how you feel at all. if anything, the talk with seokjin invigorated you beyond reason. suddenly, in the haze of the night and your life and the fucking whirlwind that had been the past few years, everything seemed a lot clearer. you didn't know what was going to happen or where you were gonna end up but you knew what you wanted.

who you wanted.

it takes you a while to track down jungkook, even though it was well into the night and some people had already left, the house was still relatively full. jungkook isn't alone when he sees you teeter into the room. he looks around briefly for seulgi or jisoo or anyone to grab you so he wouldn't have to. jungkook wasn't good at the whole comforting thing, crying girls talking about their dickhead ex-boyfriends not at all part of his skill set. he worked much better a week from now when girls are ready for angry, revenge sex. but then he sees the way you approach him, his watch hanging like a stamp of ownership on your wrist, and jungkook can't take his eyes off you.

"baby?" he coos softly when you sit next to him, no longer paying his friends any attention on the other side of the sofa. half the people in this room were either wasted or high or both, or at least that's what jungkook tells himself when you curl into him, pawing at side. you're not nearly as drunk as you look. nor are you crying, or seething or like anything he's ever seen. the pure lust in your eyes is so palpable he almost feels uncomfortable with other people that aren't him witnessing it.

you kiss the mole under his mouth, soft, chaste. "now?"

"what?" he blinks, surprised at himself for not pulling away from you. that's when jungkook feels your hand on his thigh, palm rubbing further and further inwards. you couldn't have noticed anyone else in the room if you tried. you, the girl who squirms every time he kisses you in private. there was no one else on the planet you could have wanted over than him, and jungkook knew in that second if he didn't leave with you now you'd sit on his lap there and then. and he'd let you.

"please," you stare at his lips, your skin buzzing under his gentle touch while he moves your hair aside. "now. i want you now, jungkook. i don't want anyone else."

"okay," he murmurs, taking your chin and kissing you hard. you're so eager for him you open your mouth almost instantly, jungkook's entire body heating up like wildfire from it. jimin, hoseok, kim fucking seok-whatever, none of it mattered. jungkook doesn't care about the way his friends jeer when he pushes his tongue into your mouth, doesn't care about all the people that are probably looking at him right now. he forcibly pulls himself away, taking you by the hand and lifting you up from the low couch. "okay."

he thought getting you to his truck would be easy enough, but easy is the last thing you are tonight. you kiss him in the hallway, on the stairs. you kiss jungkook's neck and jaw and behind his ear, anywhere you can reach. he's never seen you so wild for him, so relentless and sure of yourself. his resolve shatters when he tries to placate you with a kiss, holding your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger when he pulls away only for you to tilt your head and take his thumb into your mouth. he groans at the sight, the feeling, the act alone, the way you stare up at him with your big beautiful eyes. you were not leaving this house without having had his cock in you first.

"you're so difficult," he gasps, irritated and painfully horny as he pulls you into the nearest room he can find. it's a bit smaller than the others, and judging by the piles of hangers in the corner and the very modest little desk it appeared to be a coatroom. right next to the main room and the door closest to the top of the hallway, there really wasn't a more high profile place to fuck in but it was empty so that was enough. jungkook uses every last bit of sense he has to turn the lock while simultaneously trying to remain calm under your wandering hands, squeezing and rubbing every part of him you could.

"sorry," you say between pants, letting jungkook twist you with your back to the door while he kisses you harshly. and you genuinely are sorry. it's not at all like you to make a scene like this but you just couldn't wait. it had to be here and it had to be now and it had to be jungkook. he has your wrists pinned either side of you as if punishment for all your groping, his hips pinning yours still as well. you can feel his bulge against you, the heat of his palms against your veins. jungkook nips at your lip, not giving you a chance to catch your breath, before he's leaning back in for more.

you moan in euphoria when he lets go of your wrists to grab your waist, his teeth against the most sensitive part of your neck. his lips stay attached there as he pulls you to the little clerk table, easily lifting you onto it's edge while he unzips the back of your dress. but it's slightly fitted, and you'd rather die than waste a few precious minutes taking it off. so you give jungkook a long, pleading kiss before turning with your back to his chest, bending yourself over the lip of the table. "fuck me like this."

he groans, because he prefers to look at your face during the act, but he also knows what you're like when you want him from behind. greedy and insatiable. but you're being so good for him, rubbing your ass into his crotch as if to ask for permission. like he could never deny you. so jungkook takes you by the waist, pushing your hair to one side so he can fold his lips over your neck permanently. he slips his hands underneath the skirt of your dress, shaky fingers feeling for the band of your panties before sliding them down. he leaves them above your knees but you won't have it, kicking them off completely to stand with your knees further apart while you arch forward for him. jungkook's chest is heaving when he scoops the garment off the floor, stuffing it into his back pocket for safe keeping.

"please please please," you chant, bending over as far as the table will allow, arching yourself as much as your spine permits.

jungkook swears loudly when he touches you. you've never been this wet before, so swollen and fucking ready for him. your copious amount of slick coats the back of your ass and thighs, staining the front of his now-untucked shirt and pants too. he knows that you're good and wet but jungkook can't help himself from slipping his fingers inside you, two quickly and easily becoming three. your cry is guttural he almost wonders if it's you. he barely has to move, only gently spreading his fingers before you're practically crying for more. if he lifts your skirt up, he can see how easily the digits disappear inside you. he's so hard it hurts.

"please, kook-ah," you're on the verge of tears, face crumpled and eyes watering while bucking back against his hand. "jungkook, i can't...i can't wait. please."

"shh, okay," he hushes you gently, kissing up the side of your neck. it's agony for both of you when he withdraws his fingers, but thankfully jungkook is nimble with his belt buckle and jeans, shoving his cock against your wetness before he can think straight. the sensation makes the pair of you writhe, and it's only when he looks down to see his bare cock rubbing through your slit does he jump back with alarm. "baby, fuck i...i don't have..."

"it's okay," you say it so quickly his head spins. you push back, seeking contact, coaxing him. "i want to feel you anyway."

"but," he stammers, sweating so much his hair is starting to dampen on his forehead. jungkook refused to fuck unprotected. it was against his self-imposed rule, the only one that was still standing when it came to you, but all he could think about was how badly he wanted to be inside you and how badly you wanted the same thing. he had never, ever fucked raw before and it felt like a decision that shouldn't be made haphazardly in a coatroom with you bent over in front of him.

"kookie," you snap him out of his trance by turning over your shoulder uncomfortably to kiss him, gently and with care to remind him who he's with. remind him that you're not going anywhere. his lips are so soft, so pliant for you. jungkook leans his forehead against your hair and groans when he realises that his cock has navigated itself back to the opening of your pussy, as if making the decision for him. "i don't want anyone else's cum in me. only yours."

"fuck, you're killing me," jungkook whines, leaning into you with defeat. he breathes you in, the smell of your shampoo and perfume, feels you ground him with your hand laying over his that is currently holding you at the waist.

it's like you take that step forward together, the gentle push of jungkook's bare tip inside you. you practically vibrate with desire, jungkook's teeth sinking into your exposed shoulder as he wills himself to stay in the moment. slowly, slowly he slides in until he's sheathed inside your silken walls, hot and tight and more perfect than he could have ever dreamed. jungkook's legs shake with the intensity of pleasure, his hold on you the only thing keeping him up. you're a mess in front of him, chest heaving and ass digging back into him in a desperate attempt to get him to move, all the while whining pathetically. so jungkook draws out, shoves his cock back in roughly so you don't expect it. the feeling is visceral, the pleasure unbearable. jungkook fucks you hard, nice and deep which is why you favoured this position. every thrust is stronger than the one before it, his balls slapping into your clit in a ricochet of pleasure. his rhythm is perfect, his cock, his angle, everything. the old table knocks against the wall with every passing minute, some coats slipping from their hangers from the way it vibrates through the little room.

jungkook flips your skirt up, the carnal desire to watch himself disappear into your pussy unlike anything he's ever felt. for once, you cannot silence your moans, no pillows or comforters to muffle the sounds. people are filing out of the house just outside the door, saying their goodbyes or maybe trying to find an empty room too. with the rhythmic banging and your unabashed cries of pleasure, there was no doubt everyone knew. an idea that would usually be lost on jungkook exhilarates him now. they all saw who you came in here with, who's fingers you had in your mouth. his thrusts unconsciously become rougher, your ass slapping wetly into his stomach with every stroke of his cock. it's more than enough to undo you, the gush of wetness from you coupled with your erotic mewls of pleasure causing jungkook's hips to stutter with excitement. he's so focused on fucking into you that the helpful thrust of your ass catches him by surprise, his vision going blurry as his orgasm begins to wash over him. although dripping with sweat, jungkook fucks himself through his climax as hard as he can manage, spilling into you with a low groan of bliss that's so loud he surprises himself. he can hear you hum in encouragement, your eyes closing happily at the feeling of his hot seed filling you. it's more than normal, causing jungkook to hiss at the sheer visual. cum was dribbling down your inner thigh, the squelch of it making you moan all over again. when his cock slips out, a rush of his cum follows, causing the pair of you to swear from the unexpected enjoyment of it all. sweat drips down jungkook's temple, his mouth dry as stares at your messy pussy while his fingers automatically start shovelling his cream back inside you. the sensation makes only ignites your second wave of pleasure even further, your ass arching for him all over again.

"i think i died," jungkook admits quietly, fingers still covered in the evidence of your coupling when you turn to kiss him with a smile. "that was so good, i think i. i think i fucking clocked out..."

"well clock back in," you say between deep breaths, fixing your skirt back down and smoothing out jungkook's shirt while he tucks his sticky self back into his pants. "because you have to drive us home and then keep doing that to me all night. okay?"

all jungkook can do is nod happily.

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