#I’m playing it off like he made it sound like he’s a lot more essential to the mission than he did

[midnight-moth]

I threw this in Comet’s ask box for comfort ghoul thoughts a little while ago but it is pretty much my Zeph characterization. I guess I rambled about Ifrit a lot more.

560 words no big CWs just Zeph in pain and Ifrit and Omega hunting him down and forcing him to accept help.

His joints very angry, and very swollen. His thumb is practically locked in place, as though the cartilage cushioning his bones has dissolved and his fingers are fused in the 36251 progression position.

He doesn’t play nearly as much as he used to. Only Sundays, forgoing the weekday morning and evening mass. He isn’t that pious. But the weak heat being pumped into that old building seems to be desperate to escape the cracks in the vaulted ceiling as soon as it’s released.

Ever the stoic ghoul, he never complains. He just retreats to his quarters and soaks his aching hands in hot water, massages salves made by Ivy into his skin.

He thinks no one notices. But his pack would notice a single hair on his head out of place, and they certainly notice the way his spine favors leaning to the left when he plays, and the way his hand shakes when he grips his fork at dinner.

This particular Sunday was the coldest yet. He could be seen shivering in between psalms. And most shocking, his timing was off. Maybe not to the pedestrian ear of the siblings, but certainly to the trained ones of Ifrit and Omega.

As soon as his part in the service was complete he snuck away through the concealed door normally reserved for Sister and Papa.

He would’ve ran to his room, if he was capable of more than anything but a lopsided hobble.

He told himself he wasn’t going to break but as soon as he closed the door, ever so softly as if he didn’t even want to alert the mice to his presence, he slumped against it and the dam broke.

They were right. He just needed to stop. Or at least he would, if he continued to politely balk at the help offered.

Before his body could touch the ground, he found himself being lifted back up by two sets of strong arms. Arms belonging to Ifrit and Omega.

“Oh, I’m fine - “ the countenance of bravery was essentially transparent and he was hushed with a single finger to his lips.

“Not now, we can talk later. Let us take care of you.”

He wasn’t sure if it was defeat or surrender, but he just let them.

Let Ifrit force warmth into his body, let Omega pull the pain away, offering soft grunts of concern at the sheer amount of it. Omega himself would need to be cleansed after this.

As they continued their ministrations, he felt some mobility return to his hands, he was able to straighten his spine where he lay in the warm cove of Ifrit’s chest.

He gave his fingers an exploratory wiggle, and if he were sobbing from pain before, now he was sobbing from relief. He forgot what the absence of pain felt like, had become the default.

“Thank you,” two small words that meant something big when it came to Zephyr, at least when it came to this. This acknowledgment that he needed their help. He needed them.

“Think nothing of it, until next time, when you need not wait until we all have to watch you suffer, and force ourselves on you.” Omega’s lecture sounded severe, but he lighted the mood when he gave Zeph a peck on the cheek.

For good measure, Ifrit added, “Yeah, you stubborn old goat.”

#he just doesn’t like being seen as weak #and he doesn’t want to be a burden #and he is just straight up stubborn #but ifrit is relentless #and most of the time he can pretend he just wants to cuddle #zephrit #also Omega #zephyr ghoul #Ifrit ghoul #omega ghoul #nameless ghouls #midnight moth writes

[shaykai]

you make one bad choice in Hell/Bhaal's Realm and you're stuck with an evil alignment after. Just saying. Also if you finish that, then there's what comes After Irenicus. Heh.

ANSHSJJSHS THAT’S GOOD TO KNOW

I’m still a hero h a (accidentally saved over the save I had to maybe take up Sarevok’s offer to beat his face in, so I’m a good guy)

Side note- I’m a few hours into the Throne of Bhaal DLC and it’s willlllld

#after Saradush- on my way to the little dessert place rn #And (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ANYONE WHOS WORRIED ABOUT THAT) #I recruited Sarevok shsnsnsnsn #I’m playing it off like he made it sound like he’s a lot more essential to the mission than he did #cause like. Kaine wants to kill him so bad snsnnsnsns #but I’m gonna say he basically made himself sound essential and now it’s mostly just Kaine begrudgingly keeping an eye on him #she straight up told him that she was going to kill him after everything dndndndnnd not for bhaal but because he’s a bastard #(having lots of fun with him arguing with all of the companions) #also anytime I do something good and it makes him sigh I’m winning shsnsnsn #(side not but I should make a short comic for some of their interactions dndnnsjs) #Kaine does not heal him. ever shsbsnsnsnns #it is up to him to find healing potions in stores/off of corpses and use them him damn self #cause nobody in the party will be healing him shsjsjsj #Kaine is at her fucking limit and any and all attempts at kindness will be saved for people who are not him #anon #ask #bg2 spoilers

[harlowcomehome]

CALYPSO:

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Inspired by Bryson Tiller’s new song Calypso. I never write smut on my own page(only collaborations with other writers) so I’m nervous about this one.

Everything written is a work of fiction (AKA: not real in any way, shape or form.) Fan fiction is purely for entertainment purposes and not intended to offend/misrepresent anyone or be disrespectful in any way.

Jack scanned the room, peeking behind the curtain as he hoped to see your familiar face in the crowd. He knew you two hadn’t been on speaking terms for over a month but if he knew you, he knew you’d still show up and show him what he was missing.

“Fifty bucks says she’s not coming” Neelam whispered to Urban as they both watched Jack nervously pace around backstage.

“She’s on the guest list. She’ll be here” Urban smirked, knowing the routine like clockwork, and shaking Neelam's hand. You and Jack would be at each other's throats, fall off and then fuck out your aggressions before acting like nothing had ever happened. You were the reason he even agreed to a residency in California, he hated Pacific time zones but for you, he’d do just about anything.

Jack was anxious, as the time to take the stage was growing closer. You however were waiting in the parking lot with your friend Bria, knowing just how to play it.

“He starts here in like five minutes” Bria checked her phone for the third time. She was trying to follow your lead, but the heels she chose for the night were already killing her.

“I know, that’s why we aren’t going in there for another twenty” you giggled, knowing that your lack of time management would drive him crazy. You had a habit of pushing his buttons, knowing it would only benefit you once he took you to his hotel tonight.

“I have an extra pair of heels in my trunk” You opened the trunk of your car as she eagerly hopped out of the passenger seat.

“You have extra everything in here” Bria giggled essentially finding your second wardrobe, as she changed into your shoes.

“Have to be prepared for anything” you smirked as you applied your lip gloss a final time, the sounds of Jack's second song ringing in your eardrums. “Ready?”

As soon as you entered the club you checked your silenced notifications from Jack, he had text you three times since he had gotten to California early this morning and he hated being ignored, clicking notify anyway with no shame.

His eyes were on the entrance of the club as he performed, eagerly still searching for you. A smile he was unable to hide spread across his face once he saw you enter the room. You got butterflies as soon as you heard his voice coming through the speakers, as much as you tried to deny it you were captivated by him and absolutely in love with him.

He wanted nothing more than to jump off that stage and make his way over to you, his desperation obvious as sweat rolled down the side of his face. He was only a few songs in and promised to do a 45-minute set.

You and Bria ordered espresso martinis and made your way to the VIP lounge that Jack had set up for you both. You kept your eyes on him as you took off your blazer jacket, showing him the navy blue sequined dress you had on.

Jack sang one of his lyrics incorrectly, only you had noticed though as the club was loud and roaring the lyrics back at him. You sat down as Neelam, Urban and some of Jack's other friends joined you.

“Where’d you get that?” Neelam hugged you as you babied your martini glass, tapping your fresh acrylics against it.

“The bar! Do you want me to order you one?” You smiled as you noticed there were only champagne bottles in your section.

“I got it, I’ll order some for everyone” Neelam smiled at you and Bria as Urban sat down beside you with a smile on his face.

“What’s that about?” You hummed between sips.

“I just earned fifty bucks” Urban leaned over to talk in your ear as the music was increasingly louder.

“She never thinks I’ll show” You shook your head, before asking Urban if he wanted to try your drink.

He took the glass from you and took a sip. “To be fair, you were later than usual this time.”

“He made me madder than usual this time” You stole the drink back playfully before he finished the last gulp of it.

When Jack was finished with his set he went backstage and showered, he wanted to make you wait but was worried he’d miss you if he did. So he rushed, throwing on an extra set of clothes and making his way to the section but not before stopping and making a special song request to the DJ that was on after him.

Bria and Urban sat together as you watched him take long strides toward you, you did hate the toxicity but loved the way he wore a look of annoyance. His jaw was always tight, the crease between his eyebrows prominent as he made his emotions evident to you.

“You’re late” he spoke to you through gritted teeth, before swiftly pulling you in for a front-facing hug. His chest always felt like home to you, but you didn’t want to give in so easily, pulling back instinctively.

“Nice to see you too” You rolled your eyes, turning to the couch to grab your blazer, a power move as he held his arm out to stop you.

“Please” he begged, not too proud to. “Please, stay.” The lights in the club hit his baby blues perfectly.

You eyed him up and down as you gave in, moving closer to him. You saw the emotions in his face, knowing you had a lot to apologize for even if he wasn’t completely innocent.

“I’m sorry” you spoke loud enough for him to hear over the music.

With perfect timing, your song started playing, and a giggle escaped you. “You did this?”

He shook his head, “No, must be a divine coincidence.” You knew he wasn’t being truthful, but appreciated the soft gesture.

“I’m sorry too” he leaned into you, the smell of his cologne enticing you. You looked up to locate the cameras but Jack didn’t hesitate, his lips latched to your neck as his hands explored your backside.

“Jack, there are a lot of people here” You tried to subtly push him off of you as his friends crowded the two of you, making a human shield. “The cameras are going to spot us” you moaned into his lips as he kissed you passionately, the kisses growing sloppier by the second.

“I don’t give a fuck, let’s give them a show” he rasped knowing that’s exactly what you were looking for to let loose. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. The music was your guide as you danced together, your bodies grinding against one another’s.

Jack turned you around, your hips grinding against his lap, as he kissed your neck. The smell of your sweet perfume mixed with sweat was pushing him to the edge.

You knew the look on his face too well, finding yourself palming his hard-on, making his breath hitch against your lips as he mumbled into them.

“Let’s go” he pleaded, his blue pupils blown and desperate.

You nodded, taking his hand and following him as he guided you backstage to grab his car keys. “Hotels about ten minutes away” he swallowed hard as he shoved his keys into his pocket but you didn’t want to waste any time, locking the door behind you.

Jack heard the door lock, turning to you for verification. You wasted no time as you unzipped and unbuttoned his pants for him.

“Baby? Here?” His breath hitched, knowing he wasn’t going to last long at all.

“I can’t wait another minute” you whispered as you hiked up your dress.

“Take it off” he licked his lips, knowing you were so eager was making it hard to control himself and the kisses you teased up his thighs weren’t helping.

“Can you say please?” You knew he was at his limits his legs trembling already.

“Now” he rasped, impatiently helping you get undressed for him, he kissed you as his fingers made their way to your thong, pulling it off easily as you loudly moaned into his kisses.

“Louder princess” he commanded, loving the sounds you made.

It was then that a knock on the door interrupted you, causing you to freeze. “Jack” you whispered in a panic, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“Didn’t I say let’s give them a show?” He smirked sliding his fingers into you and kissing you sloppily knowing how vocal you’d become.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow fanfic #warning: smut

[ladykailitha]

Exit Eddie Pursued By a Steve Part 2

As @a-little-unsteddie pointed out, I can't really call it one-shot Saturdays if it has more than one part (the tag made me laugh). But I'm not sure what to call it. It's essentially whatever story I have finished that isn't one of my big three (Well Met By Moonlight, Royal Pain, and Grief (A Friend Indeed)). Which would include one-shots, short stories (like this one) or long fics (like Find My Shade By the Moonlight, my Halloween one).

Part 1

****

“Holy fuck,” Jeff said. “He laughed at an Eddie-ism and not mockingly either.”

“His varsity ring,” Gareth replied numbly. “He gave Eddie his varsity ring.”

“That possessive draping his arms over Eddie’s shoulders...” Brian muttered.

Eddie just chewed happily on his pretzels as he watched his friends repeat all the things that Steve and he had done that morning.

“So...no broken hearts this fine Friday morning, is there?” he said into a brief lull in their retelling.

All three heads snapped his direction.

“How the hell did you manage to convince Steve Harrington to be your boyfriend?” Jeff asked.

“I really don’t think you want the play by play,” Eddie teased.

They all made gagging sounds.

Suddenly there were shadows standing above them.

Eddie looked up to see Tommy H, Carol, and about half the basketball team glaring at him.

“And how I can I help you gentlemen and lady today?” he asked, grinning around chewing on a pretzel.

“What did you do to Steve?” Tommy asked. “What spell did you use, man?”

Gareth snorted.

“This is serious!” Carol shrieked. “You tell your friend to undo whatever it was that he used to curse Steve.”

“Hon,” Jeff said with a raised eyebrow, “if Eddie could do magic don’t you think he would have magicked his way through school and not had to do a second time at being a senior?”

They all kind of looked at each other a moment before the muttering started.

Eddie just shook his head. “Maybe what swayed Steve was just good ‘ole fashioned being taken care of instead of having to take care of everyone else.”

He turned his head and could see Nancy and Jonathan close by listening to him.

“Because,” he continued a little louder, “if you lot had given as much of damn about him as he did about you, maybe I wouldn’t have had to adopt him like have all my other little sheep. So fuck off. And maybe ask Steve why he abandoned you lot.”

He waved them off and went back to eating his lunch.

*

Steve was showering after gym and could feel the eyes on him. He looked up to see that half of the boys showering were looking at him and the other half was avoiding his eye.

“Did theater turn you gay?” one of the guys asked.

Steve had give it to the kid for actually having the balls to say something. He sighed and turned off the water. “I like dicks and hard chests. I also like soft breasts and wet cunts. It’s not always an either or thing.”

Some of the guys started covering their junks and he laughed.

“Oh god, I don’t care about your dicks, for fuck’s sake,” he said rolling his eyes. He turned the water back on. “I’ve never looked at any of your scaly dicks. I can see how quickly you shower. I don’t need to look at your dick to know you didn’t wash it.”

Some of them ducked their heads as they knew he was talking about them.

“And don’t think for a second that I’m the only queer in this shower room either,” he continued. “You lot aren’t as slick as you think you are. Plus, what would I want with any of your dicks? Have you seen Munson’s? Take it from someone who has, it’s far superior to you lot.”

Steve finished up rinsing his hair and got dressed. The second he was out the door, the locker room erupted in a cacophony of gossip. He just shook his head.

*

Steve walked out to the parking lot where Eddie was waiting for him. He strolled right up to where his boyfriend was lounging against the driver’s side door of his van.

“Hey, honey,” Eddie greeted with a big smile. “Miss me?”

“Always.” Steve kissed him soundly.

Eddie pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, hands buried into Steve’s gorgeous locks.

When they finally broke apart, Eddie licked his lips. “Damn, Stevie, if you kiss like that all the time it’s no wonder all the girls are after you all the time.”

Steve draped his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Only you, sunshine.”

Eddie tucked his hands into Steve’s back pockets. “You got the play again tonight?”

Steve hummed. “And tomorrow, too.”

Eddie chewed his bottom lip. “I want you to meet my Uncle Wayne. Is it too soon?”

Steve shook his head. “I’d love to meet your uncle, baby. You just don’t want to meet my parents.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “You won’t get into trouble by dating me openly, will you?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t honestly know. But it wouldn’t matter if I did. I’d pick you over those jackasses that haven’t been around much since I turned sixteen.”

Eddie hummed. “Okay, baby. I just want you safe.”

Steve kissed him. “Thanks for that. But I’ll be fine.”

“So I’m coming to the play tonight,” Eddie said, “all proper, with a ticket and everything.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You hoping for a repeat performance after last night, Eds?”

“And if I was?” he growled in Steve’s ear.

Steve giggled. “I have an outfit that I’m actually wearing at the end of the play that I think you’ll enjoy a little more than the ballgown, baby.”

Eddie’s nostrils flared in want. “Yeah, honey, we can do that.”

Steve kissed him deeply. “Can’t wait.”

“What time do you have to be here tomorrow for the play?”

“I have to be here at three, why?” Steve asked, rubbing his nose along Eddie’s.

“My uncle has work at two,” Eddie explained, “so why don’t you come over tomorrow for lunch and meet him.”

Steve kissed him fiercely. “Okay, sunshine. I’ll bring pizza, is noon okay?”

Eddie nodded. “I’ll see you then, princess.”

They finally broke apart and Steve walked back the school.

Jeff shook his head and clacked his tongue. “Dude that was the most disgusting display of affection I’ve ever seen. And you’ve met my parents.”

Eddie cackled. “Just wait boys, I have feeling we’re about to get so much worse.”

*

Eddie sat in the back of the school auditorium and grinned when Steve came out in a yellow robe over just a corset and pantaloons with stockings and kitten-heeled shoes for the scene with Cinderella trying on the glass slipper.

Eddie ran his tongue over his lips slowly. Steve had been right. The ballgown had been a treat, but this? This was the fucking main course.

He waited until all the other guys had filed out of the drama room to enter. He nearly growled when he saw Steve draped against the sofa dressed as he was in the play minus the silk robe. Which was fair. That was a lot harder to keep out of the way.

“Like what you see, beautiful?” Steve murmured. He rand his hands down the corset and Eddie growled. And then pounced.

Sex that time was different. Now that they both knew that they were on the same page, it was both more tender and a lot raunchier.

When they were getting dressed, Steve hummed.

“You know,” he said. “you really are good at making sure there isn’t anything on the clothes.

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “That’s because if you’re sneaking around and don’t want people to know, you learn real quick the art of not letting it show on the outside.”

Steve stopped what he was doing and walked over to him. He lifted his chin and gave him a deep kiss. “You’ll never have to worry about that unless you want to. Like tonight and last night. This is just a bit of fun, but...” he held up Eddie’s right hand that held Steve’s varsity ring, “this is a full on declaration, okay? I won’t ever hide that I’m yours.”

Eddie nodded. “You’ve got it, sweetheart.”

“Good,” Steve murmured. “I’m starving and Benny’s has pancakes on special on Fridays.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, baby, it’ll be my treat.”

****

Part 3

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[w1ldthoughts]

House Call

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Synopsis: Zoey gets sick and Jack comes to Miami to take care of her.

Everything hurt and she was dying.

Ok…that may be a little dramatic but Zoey couldn’t remember what it felt like to not wake up with a skull crushing headache and a smoker’s cough so…things weren’t looking great. But the real icing on the cake was telling Jack that she couldn’t make it to Louisville this week because of her untimely illness. The universe gave her the most stable relationship of her entire life and took away her ability to breathe through her nose. He giveth and He taketh away. Life is all about balance.

At least that’s what she was telling herself while maintaining a steady diet of lemon tea with lots of honey and cool berry cough drops. She was on day two of waking up with all the bones in her body aching, feeling more sore than she did last month when her best friend dragged her to a pilates workout in a sauna which was by far the worst 30 minutes of her life. This was a very close second.

She was woken up from her second nap of the day by footsteps that sounded eerily like they were coming from her kitchen but that must’ve been the DayQuil playing tricks on her. The footsteps continued moving about, placing bags down on the counter and opening things like her cabinet and the fridge. Zoey must have been dreaming because she swore that she saw Jack walking into her room before this intense wave of exhaustion took over.

Jack on the other hand had been worried for the last week. Exactly seven days ago his girlfriend had been sniffling on the phone while they had been discussing her Louisville trip. Then two days later when he called her and her voice sounded off and scratchy, he knew something was up. But when she canceled her trip? He knew he had to do something. The fact that she was feeling sick enough to not be able to travel to come see him was all he needed to get on the plane and get to her as soon as possible. As soon as he landed he got into his rental, grabbed the essentials and headed over to her apartment complex. All of the lights were off inside and the only sign of life in the place was the cup of orange juice in the sink and a thermometer on the counter. When all of the stuff he brought with him was put away, he headed into her room to check on his patient.

Zoey woke up feeling a little worse than before, a coughing fit jolted her out of her less than comfortable sleep. A curly haired figure rushed in soon after, placing a hand on her sweatshirt covered back, rubbing large soothing circles onto it. He handed her the freshly warmed cup of tea in his other hand which she greatly accepted, taking careful sips.

“You okay? Do you need me to grab you anything?” Jack eyes, his eyes full of concern with a hand still on her back. Maybe he was rubbing it more for his own comfort now than hers.

She laughs, leaning her head on his shoulder. “What are you going here? I thought I saw you before I went to sleep but I swore I was dreaming…or in heaven.”

“Well I’m more of a handsome devil than an angel I think, but I’ll take either one.” He says with a giggle, placing a kiss on her forehead, humming sadly at the warm feeling of her feverish skin. “Come on. We’re gonna get you in a lukewarm bath so you can relax.”

In all of her relationships she was used to being the caregiver, the one to drop everything anytime her partner ever needed it. And now to be on the receiving end of the care was new and kind of made her want to cry. Or maybe that was the Vicks VapoRub that he’d lathered onto her chest and neck.

After the bath, Jack helped her dry her hair and carried her back to bed even though she told him repeatedly she could walk. “You changed the sheets. And they’re warm. Aw Jackman, you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“I do what I can.” He beams. “You stay right there I made you some food so I’ll bring your food in here and we can watch Ugly Betty.”

“I love you.” She whispers, her body melting into the bed. Harper hopped on to the bed as soon as Jack was out of sight, purring happily at the warm sheets and blankets.

About half an episode in, he came back with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, blue Gatorade and fresh bread from True Loaf Bakery. He set the platter on the bedside table and fluffed her pillows for her after helping her sit up then gently placed the tray in her lab while eyeing the cat seated firmly at her side. Zoey patted the spot next to her on the bed, welcoming him to join.

“Nah,” he shook his head, crossing his arms like he was preparing a temper tantrum. “I’m not sitting with her in the bed. She’s always spreading out her little body so that I’m practically scooting off the bed. I know she does that shit on purpose cause she’s jealous.”

Zoey looks down at the cat sleeping peacefully next to her and laughs, putting her spoon back in the bowl. “You guys both need to be nicer to each other,” she pats the cat on the head and gives them both a stern look. “Please don’t make me choose between the two of you because if I do…Jack you’re outta here.”

“Wait forreal?” He gasps. “You’re—you’re not being serious are you?” Jack sits on the bed, on the other side of the cat and gives his girlfriend his best puppy dog eyes. “Actually you know what, don’t answer that.”

She nods and finishes her food, cuddling into Jack’s side while the show continues to play. “Thank you for coming to take care of me. You really didn’t have to do all of this but I’m glad you did.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, my sicky baby.” He laughs, placing a short kiss on her cheek. “You feeling any better?”

With a yawn, she nods slowly, her eyes feeling a bit heavy. “Much better already. Probably because I have the best doctor in the entire world at my disposal, I didn’t even know you made house calls Dr. Harlow.”

“Only for you Zo. My favorite patient,” Jack runs a hand across her forehead and is pleased that she’s a lot less warm than she was when he arrived. “You should get some sleep baby, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“You promise?” She asks, the cold medicine and sleep were starting to take over.

“I’m not going anywhere…ever. I promise.”

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[collinrobinsonsglasses]

anon since this is my first time doing this but i’m fucking devastated after the news. i have a weirdly specific scenario in mind with izzy x gn reader where reader panics/overloads sometimes if the crew get too loud tg or unexpected canon fire etc but is usually able to hide it from the crew. maybe they’ve been stressed or on edge lately and they kinda shutdown infront of the crew. and izzy comes over annoyed at first but when he sees reader not responding he takes charge and emotional hurt/comfort essentially. idk if this is too formulaic so take creative liberty!

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

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I loved this suggestion, and I hope it was what you're looking for. This is a shorter one. Lots of fluff and Izzy comfort.

Silence is Golden

This week on The Revenge felt like the longest and most exhausting since you first set sail with Stede Bonnet. The crew battled through multiple storms, tirelessly navigating the turbulent seas, constantly soaked to the bone. You had always been more sensitive than your crewmates. The sound of cannon fire made you want to seek refuge below deck, the sensation of your soaked clothes clinging to your skin felt unbearable, and it was impossible to ever get a moment alone on such a small ship. While you imagined that everyone experienced these feelings to some extent, for you, it often felt overwhelming. You had never shared this with anyone, striving to fit in and appear as a capable pirate. However, after this demanding week, everything began to weigh heavily on you. 

For that reason, relief washed over you when Captain Bonnet proposed that everyone take a vacation, emphasizing the importance of leisure. You yearned for some solitude, a chance to gaze at the waves and unwind for the first time in a week. Your hopes were swiftly dashed when Frenchie and Wee John enthusiastically began playing with the explosives. Realizing it was their vacation too, you silently moved further down the beach, not wanting to complain and spoil their fun. The explosions reverberated, rattling your head, and your body urged you to flee from the deafening sound. However, you found yourself sitting on a rock further down the beach, attempting to coax yourself into calming down. Perched on the rock, your right leg shook, fingers gently tracing the contours of a shell you discovered on the beach, all the while yearning for the explosions to cease. 

To add to everything, Buttons joined you on your rock, enthusiastically listing off every sea animal imaginable. At this point, you experienced a mental shutdown, unable to escape the sensory overload – it felt as if your brain had flicked a switch off. The following hours slipped away rapidly, leaving you in a dazed state that was far from relaxing. As everyone returned to the ship, preparing to set sail once more, exhaustion weighed heavily on you. Descending to sit on the stairs, you rested your head on your knees, not having the energy to help your crewmates on deck. 

Realization hit you suddenly, as Izzy’s raised voice echoed in front of you, though the words remained indecipherable. Lifting your gaze towards him, you observed the frustration etched across his face before his words finally sharpened into focus. 

“You’ve had an entire fucking day to do nothing,” Izzy sneered. “Get your ass to work. You’re acting like the rest of these lazy twats today.” 

You fixed your gaze on Izzy as he addressed you, your heart quickening its pace. Bowing your head back onto your knees, you attempted to curl into a tighter ball, wishing in that moment to vanish. Izzy’s words resonated, and you couldn’t help but acknowledge the truth in them. The realization of your own laziness brought a pang of guilt washing over you. The entire day spent doing nothing hadn’t brought you peace, but instead left you feeling worse than before. In the past weeks, you had grown closer to Izzy, sensing he tolerated you more than others. Now, you feared this display might change the dynamic between you. 

You felt the tender warmth of his hand as it gently scratched your head, his fingers moving through your hair in a soothing and affectionate manner. Then your arm was gently grasped, coaxing you to rise from your seated position. Placing both hands on the back of your shoulders, he guided you below deck and eventually to his cabin. Izzy’s unexpectedly gentle demeanor toward you caught you off guard; it wasn’t what you had expected. 

“Sit there,” he instructed, gesturing to the small bed in the corner of his room. “I’ll be back once we’re sailing away from this stupid fucking island.” 

The door closed, leaving you in solitude amid the quiet of Izzy’s cabin, comfortably seated on his bed. As you breathed in, the hush within Izzy’s quarters contrasted with the bustling activity above deck. Reclining on Izzy’s bed, you focused on your breath, and after a few minutes, a sense of relief gradually washed over you. It seemed like you hadn’t been alone for weeks, and you savorted the silence within the cabin. After a while, Izzy returned, his presence prompting you to sit back up on the edge of his bed as he stood before you. Contrary to Izzy’s typical expression of anger, you noticed concern on his face instead. 

“What’s wrong?” Izzy inquired softly, kneeling down to meet your gaze. 

“Just overwhelmed,” you whispered back, avoiding eye contact and feeling a twinge of embarrassment admitting this to one of the most renowned pirates in history. “Haven’t had decent sleep all week and the explosions were too loud. I sort of shut down. It’s stupid.” 

Izzy joined you on his bed, and for a moment, he seemed to contemplate. Then, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulder. “It’s not stupid. Everyone needs peace and quiet sometimes. Especially being around these fucking idiots all of the time.” 

“Pirates shouldn’t panic at the sound of cannon fire, Iz,” you replied, not convinced by his words. 

“Pirates shouldn’t be afraid of spiders, yet Blackbeard is terrified of them. Anyone questioning your status as a pirate can fuck off. You’re one of the hardest working people on this crew,” Izzy retorted, his tone resolute. “That's why I like you.” 

“Thanks, Izzy,” you replied quietly, a smile gracing your lips. You had always enjoyed Izzy’s company and sensed he had a stronger connection with you than with the others, so hearing him express that he liked you was nice. It didn’t appear to be an easy thing for him to admit. You reached down toward his hand, squeezing it for a moment. “I’m feeling better than before. Your room feels very safe.” 

“You’re always welcome in here,” Izzy said, a hint of bashfulness in his tone. “If you're feeling overwhelmed or need a break, just tell me, and I’ll fuck off.”

“No, I don’t mind if you stay,” you whispered, a warm feeling spreading in your chest. “You feel very safe too.” Letting your head rest on Izzy’s shoulder, you noticed a smile stretching across his face from the corner of your eye. Both of you sat there for a while, absorbing the silence, enjoying each other’s close company.

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Leave The Door Open 2 | JJK

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Pairing: neighbor!Jungkook x (f)reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, humor

AU: fwb to lovers

Wordcount: 27,942 I'm so sorry

Summary: Loosely based off this request. The aftermath of hooking up with your neighbor is not what you expected it to be.

Warnings: Language. Possessiveness. A little bit of a creep vibe from Jungkook if I’m honest. They’re both dumb. Slut shaming (not in a sexy way & she slaps him in response). It’s implied that both Jungkook and reader are bi or pan. I don’t make the rules.  

Smut warnings: Explicit sex. Protected sex. Unprotected sex (Wrap it folks). Pet names (Sparkles and baby are used an OBSCENE amount). Edging. Whole lot of heavy petting. Oral (f receiving). Fingering. Squirting. Light choking/breath play. Masturbation. Use of sex toys. Anal and anal play. Double Penetration. Spanking. a lot of Biting. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Technically cum eating. Creampie. I’m sure there’s more. I’m tired.

Rating: M / 18+

AN: This wasn’t meant to happen. Part 1 was just an open ended one off where you can decide what happens next. But @btsgotjams27 loves to taunt me in my DMs, sending me this gif and then a few days later posting the boxer prompt. and I immediately started writing. It was only going to be 6k max. But I've basically quadrupled it. This is a lot. I’m so sorry. Read More right at the beginning so you know it’s smutty. Thank you to the owner of my love and affection @here2bbtstrash​ for beta-reading this madness that is essentially a continuation of their request. Banner and Divider made by the beautiful @classicseffects​​

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

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“I lost my match because of you,” he pants, falling over next to you after tossing the used condom in the trash next to the bed. It was slowly getting full from the amount of stamina you both had when it came to being with one another. 

“What? What match?” You’re confused. Like you missed a whole conversation. Did he really fuck you senseless this time? To the point you don’t remember whole conversations? 

“My boxing match. Or, not mine, it was the guy I train. That’s why I was gone for three days. He had a match. And the coach believes that the boxer shouldn’t have sex for a few weeks before a match.” He rolls over, grabbing your thigh to pull you closer while casually putting you on your side and tugging you to align your hips with his. “I like to follow the same rules as the boxer so I have a similar mindset of what he’s going through in the ring. I was doing really well until you flung yourself at me two days before.” 

“First of all, I did not fling myself at you. More like I grabbed that annoying towel and you flung onto me.” 

“Did not.” 

“Did too.”

“Did not,” his hand wraps around your torso to grab a breast, giving it a harsh squeeze, and you whimper softly at the pain.

“Okay, maybe I did a little flinging, but you went with it,” you murmur in defeat. “So that’s on you for having no self control. Sorry your boxer lost a match due to a one night stand. That should really be on him though. Maybe he was having sex too, ever think about that?” You quip, moving his hand off your breast and onto the bed. 

“Also, didn’t you have a girl over last weekend? I can hear everything because of that stupid wall. That did not sound like you were not nutting.” 

“Porn, Sparkles. It was porn. I don’t bring girls home.” 

“Oh…” You put off the not bringing girls home part of that sentence because you’re currently in his bed and in his apartment. So what the hell does that even mean? “Wait. If you’re jerking off from porn, that still counts. So I’m not to blame!” 

“I don’t let myself come.” He says it so simply, lips against your temple, and yet just those five words light a fire in you. 

“I bring myself right to the edge.” His fingers lightly trail across your stomach. 

“Where I can feel myself about to explode.” Then down your side. 

“And just when I’m about to get there…” Across your hip and over your lower stomach, getting dangerously close to where you need him again. 

“I stop.” And so do his fingers. “I close the website. Breathe. And move on.” He pulls his hand away, resting it on his own hip so he’s not touching you. 

He’s not touching you with his hands, but he absolutely is with everything else. You feel his warm chest against your back, his breathing on your neck, and his growing erection against your ass. It takes so much resistance not to roll your hips back. 

“So you edge yourself,” is all you can breathe out. He just hums, bringing his lips down to your ear, breath rigid and hot. 

“It’s not that hard once you learn.” He licks behind the shell of your ear, giving the smallest nibble. “Do you wanna learn, baby? Wanna learn how to bring yourself to the edge of euphoria and be the one to rip it away from yourself?” 

You don’t. You don’t want to be the cause of denying your own orgasm. But his voice is so low and against your ear and you have no self control with this man. So you nod, leaning back into him as he twists your head back to kiss you. 

Two weeks later:

You wake up to the blinding sun in your eyes. Who the hell opened the curtains? You know who. Squinting, you roll over, ready to smack the man responsible for blinding you in your sleep, but instead are met with just pillows. You open your eyes a little bit more to confirm he wasn’t there. Once confirmed, you roll on your back, stretching your limbs every which way, groaning louder than necessary. 

You stop when the bathroom door opens and out walks him. Your neighbor with the midnight karaoke habit. The man you have now technically slept with about six times but have had at least three or four rounds each time with in total. You can’t remember. Every time it goes one of two ways. Either he shows up at your door randomly and shoves you back inside, or you’re in your apartment, enjoying your alone time. And then his angelic voice sounds through your shared wall, calling you over like he was a siren and you were his victim. 

Last night he tortuously edged you, very reminiscent of the night he returned from his three day trip when he taught you how to edge yourself. This time, however, he edged you three times in a row over the course of an hour and denied you from release the rest of the night, meaning you two weren’t done yet.  

He’s not wearing anything. Just a towel. Another fucking towel. He grins ear to ear at the sight of you completely naked, tangled in his sheets, on his bed, in his apartment. A very unusual sight for him since he never brings sexual partners home. But this specific view is one he wants to see again and again. He sits on the bed next to your sprawled out form, placing a hand on your thigh closer to your knee and massaging it with his fingertips. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Mmmm…sore. But good. You?” You smile, groaning softly at the feeling of his hand on your thigh. He moves it upward, still massaging and you subconsciously open your legs for him to get better access to the sore muscle. 

“Yeah, I’m good. There’s another match in two weeks, so I have to go back to abstinence starting tomorrow, which wouldn’t be a problem, usually. But now…” he trails off, hand creeping higher up your thigh until his knuckles are ghosting over your center, fingers still digging into your thigh. “Now, it feels like a real challenge.” 

“Yeah?” You smile, watching him lose focus as his eyes are locked on his new favorite spot. How are you already wet? Or is it from before? You lift your hips up just enough that a knuckle rubs against your clit and you shudder, enjoying his reaction. His expression drops and he looks up at you like you just betrayed him. You smirk. 

“Why tomorrow? Why not just start today? I should go so you don’t get distracted. Can’t be the cause of your guy losing another matc- OW.” A light but direct slap against your sensitive bundle of nerves jolts you to lift yourself up on your forearms. “What the fuck?!” 

He ignores you, throwing the towel off his waist, crawling over you and crashing his mouth against yours. You moan into the assault on your lips while his tattooed hand reaches down between you both and roughly covers your sex. He gives you all of two seconds to process anything before two fingers are shoved as far in as they can go and curling to hit your most sensitive spot. 

The guttural moan you let out is almost a growl as you fall back onto the bed, throwing your head into the pillows, hands frantically grabbing onto anything. They finally land on his shoulder, nails digging into his flesh, leaving scratch marks that you know will last for days. Hopefully he doesn’t mind. 

He doesn’t. It just makes him more rough with you. He adds a third finger, mouth moving down to bite your jaw and then your neck. Grunting with each thrust of his fingers. 

“Fuck, do you have any fucking idea what you do to me, baby? How am I supposed to be away from this… ” The hand not currently abusing your center tightly grips your hip, “for two fucking weeks? Just three days was enough to make me go insane.” 

You’re whimpering, on the verge of tears when he pulls his fingers out and sits up. He lifts your hips up to his face, resting your thighs on his shoulders, so just your upper back and head are touching the bed. He wraps his arms around your hips to keep you steady and attaches his mouth to your glistening mess of a pussy. 

You scream. “Jungkook! What the hell?!” Your hand reaches out for his hair but he’s too far away. You go to drop your hand in defeat when suddenly one of his is interlacing with it. He brings it up to your stomach so he can keep his hold on you as his tongue laps at your essence, sucking on your clit and folds in intervals. Licking small circles around your rim every so often just to tease you. 

“Please. Right there. Jungkook, right there. Don’t stop. I’m going to- please let me.” You’re crying, a complete mess and unable to control anything. Before he can either give you permission or deny you pleasure yet again, you feel a sharp snap inside of you and you’re screaming his name and bucking your hips everywhere. Your vision goes blurry and then dark and you can feel his grip on you tighten, hand still wrapped around yours as you come down from your high. 

It’s not until you fully come down that you realize you’re laying flat on your back again and he’s on top of you, placing soft kisses across your face and neck, kissing away any tears you have left. You squeeze his hand and open your eyes slowly, a few remaining runaway tears stopped by Jungkook’s soft lips. 

“You’re okay, baby. It was too much, wasn’t it? I’m sorry.” He whispers so softly against your cheek, you feel like you’re melting. You shake your head. 

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. What happened?” 

This time he’s the one squeezing your hand as he grins proudly. 

“You squirted.” 

Your eyes widen. “I did what now?”

He just nods. “It was a lot too. Must’ve been from the edging earlier. It was hot.” He kisses you while you’re still speechless and you can hear him softly groaning as he slowly ruts against the mattress.

“You’re hard.” You mumble in between kisses. He just smiles against your lips and nods. 

“How can I not be when the hottest girl just squirted all over my face? Wanna ruin you so badly but don’t want you to overdo it.” He moves down your body, kissing across your breasts, stopping at your pert nipple and teasing it with his tongue, moving on to the other one when he feels like he’s done enough.

“Jungkook?” He hums in response, lips wrapped around your hardened bud, causing you to moan and grab at his hair. You’re out of breath again. “Please ruin me.” His head snaps up to face you. 

“You sure? I don’t want you passing out on me again.”

“If you’re not going to touch me for another two weeks, you better get to fucking work. Plus think about the bragging rights of being able to fuck a girl literally senseless?”

“Don't tempt me, baby.” 

“Ah, but that’s what I do. It’s what I live for.”

“Did you just quote The Little Mermaid?” He tilts his head to the side and you laugh. 

“And if I did? Still gonna fuck me or nah?”

He really growls this time, reaching over for the box of condoms and grabbing the last one. “Okay, baby. But we’ll go slow.”

He quickly rolls the condom on, using your essence to give himself a few pumps before lining himself up to you and eases himself in. He leans back over you, capturing your lips with his, and slowly rolls his hips, swallowing your moans. He keeps to his word, a slow pace, but every thrust feels deeper than before and the fire in you is building just as intensely as if he was pounding into you relentlessly. 

“I’m not gonna last long, baby.” He presses his forehead to yours, noses pushed against one another and lips barely grazing. “Tell me you're close.”

“‘M close.” He sighs in relief, giving a few more thrusts, slightly faster than the previous. 

“Come with me, baby. Now.”

And as if he has some weird control over your body, your orgasm takes over your body in waves. You can feel him twitching inside you as you clench down almost in a specific rhythm that neither of you can recall.

Faces still pressed together, you’re both panting against one another, trying to steady your breathing and not completely black out. He gives you one last kiss on the cheek before pulling out of you and removing the condom, tossing it in the bin from earlier. He gets up and heads to the bathroom and grabs a warm washcloth, carefully cleaning between your legs, kissing your knee to distract you from the sensitive touches. 

Whispers of “You did so good, baby.” and “My girl did such a great job.” are repeated as he finishes up, curling up behind you as you drift back to sleep. 

You wake up a few hours later. It feels like the next day, but somehow it’s not. Jungkook had to begin training his boxer later tonight and would be busy for a few days, so he had you come over last night to spend a vast majority of the time he had making you fall apart over and over. And once again, he’s not there when you wake up. 

You crawl out of his bed, grabbing his t-shirt and throwing it on as you head to the bathroom. He left a brand new toothbrush next to his, a post-it note attached saying ‘yours💜’, which is very reminiscent to the disposable toothbrush he left after the second time you two had sex with a note saying ‘all I have for now’. You smile, but your heart drops a little. The disposable one was just that. Disposable. Something to throw away after one or two uses. But this is a real toothbrush, something you replace after a few months, often with the same one because it’s what you like. It’s what you’re used to. You’re committed to it. 

You finish up in the bathroom, leaving the bedroom, and find Jungkook in the kitchen. You sneak in and lean against the island while his back is to you. 

“Whatcha makin’?” You laugh watching him jump in his place, spinning around with the spatula raised in his hand like a weapon. 

“Don’t you know not to sneak up on a guy in his kitchen?” 

“No. I was never raised properly, I guess.” You snicker as he relaxes, sending you an adorable glare that you’re sure he doesn’t intend on being adorable. 

“Gonna have to teach you some manners, Sparkles.” He clicks his tongue at you, turning back to the stove. “And I’m making the sexy and nice girl in my bed brunch since I fucked her into sleeping until past noon.”

You slowly nod, smiling. “Oh she sounds hot. I’ll go see if she’s still there. Maybe we could have a threesome. Wonder if she’d be down to DP. I have a strap-on. Bet she’d be into that.” 

You ramble off, walking around the island to lean against the counter, brushing your fingers up and down his tattooed arm, following the different patterns. “Which do you want? Her cunt or her ass? I’m fine with either.” 

“You’re a menace to my sanity, Sparkles, I swear.” His body stiffens right back up as he closes his eyes. You grin the widest grin, poking his side. 

“You’re imagining it aren’t you? Me and you and some hot girl taking it from both of us? You, on your back as her ass is riding your cock and she’s facing me as I pound into her tight cunt. Kissing her and feeling her up on top of you?” A quiet groan rumbles through his chest and he has to take a deep breath before letting out a long sigh. 

“No. I’m imagining stuffing a vibrator deep inside your pussy while I fuck your ass until you learn to obey me and stop talking nonsense.” As turned on as that makes you, you pout, resting your chin on his arm. 

“You don’t wanna share a girl? What about a guy? Are you into guys? That could be fun.” 

“No. Well, yes but, no. I don’t want to share you.” 

That same feeling of your heart plummeting happens again. You immediately step back, trying not to look as uncomfortable as you suddenly feel. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to map out all of your stuff. You’re pretty sure it’s all in the bedroom. 

“Hey. As much as I appreciate the brunch. It smells amazing, by the way. I have to go. I have a bunch of jobs to apply for in case I don’t do well in my interview tomorrow.”

“Oh. Okay, at least take it to go. Wait! You have an interview already?” 

“Uh, sure yeah. Thank you. And yeah! It seems promising. Hopefully I don’t fuck it up too badly.” You laugh a bit awkwardly. If he notices it, he says nothing. You quickly retreat from the kitchen, back to his bedroom to get your stuff. You change back into your shirt but don’t bother with the lingerie set from the night before. It’s literally a few steps to your apartment. You cautiously exit the bedroom, your anxiety rising when his voice suddenly appears by you. 

“Hey, tomorrow after the interview, we should hang out. I’ll have time before work. Either here, your place, or somewhere in the world.” 

Panic. Fear. Anxiety. Oh god. Do you lie? Or be honest? Which is worse? 

“Uh, I actually have plans tomorrow after the interview. I made them a few days ago.”

“Oh. Okay…”

Fuck. 

“It’s uh…actually a date.” You pause, looking down at the floor. “Yeah, I have a date. His name’s Hyunjin. I met him the day before, well… “ you gesture between the both of you, “this happened…and then I ran into him a few days ago and he asked me out and I said yes.”

“So why don’t you cancel?” He’s clenching his jaw. His body language is that of a tough boxer but his expression is that of a hurt puppy. 

“Because that’s rude…?” You slowly look up. He looks almost heartbroken? But at the same time like he’s ready to fight anyone that gets in his way. 

“Just tell him you're seeing someone else.” He shrugs and your brows furrow in confusion. 

“But I’m not seeing anyone else…?” He stares at you, dumbfounded. “Wasn’t this…just…sex? We haven’t even gotten to the conversation of dating or even tried to get to really know each other outside of bed?” Your voice is starting to raise and you're stumbling over your words. He just stares you down. 

“I thought I was making it pretty obvious.” He mumbles. Hurt puppy eyes again. Fuck. 

“Well obviously not.” You scoff, crossing your arms, lingerie still in hand. It’s dead silent. You’re stubborn. You’re not canceling this date. Hyunjin is super sweet and you both clicked immediately. You’re wracking your brain, trying to figure out ways to solve this without ending whatever this was with him. Then he softly whispers, voice laced with a hint of venom.

“Are you going to fuck him?” He’s glaring down at you and you look taken aback. 

“I…I don’t know. I don’t plan on it. It depends on how the date goes. Why? Do you want to meet him so you can see if he’s good enough to fuck me?” You don’t intend for the hostility in your voice to grow stronger, but Jungkook’s being an ass right now. 

“No, I’m pretty sure any dick is good enough for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your face grows scalding hot and you're livid.

“Exactly what I said. You’d probably think any dick is good enough to fuck, as long as it’s offered, right?” The venom in his words penetrates straight through your heart and pumps through your veins, instantly making you feel disgusting everywhere. Your eyes well up with angry tears and you can barely breathe.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You hiccup, a sob threatening to break free. “It’s one fucking date. We barely know each other, Jungkook. I am allowed, as a grown woman, to date whomever I fucking want. And I am sure as fucking hell allowed to fuck whoever I want and you have absolutely no right to judge me for it.”

Fuck, the tears are coming. Have to get out now. 

You turn away from him, heading for the door when he grabs your wrist. 

“I’m sorry. I just. I meant it. I don’t want to share you.” You can’t stop yourself before your free hand reaches up and slaps across his face as hard as you can. 

“YOU DON’T OWN ME, Jungkook!” You smack his hand off your wrist and smack his arm for good measure. ”You can’t share something that isn’t yours in the first place! I’m not a piece of fucking property. I’m not some fucking sex object for you. I’m a human being with fucking feelings and fears. So don’t you fucking dare say that kind of shit to me ever again.” 

You give him one last look. He’s avoiding your eyes and unsure what to do next. You shake your head, letting out a scoff. “Fucking ridiculous. Good luck at your match in two weeks, Jungkook. I’m sure you won’t find it difficult not to have sex when I’m not around.” You spit your final words at him before bolting out the door, slamming it to get your point across, and going into your apartment. 

And that’s when you lose it. You drop against the door and that horrific sob that was in your chest finally breaks out. You heave, your chest unsure what to do first, breathe in or breathe out. You’re panicking. Tears run down your face and you stay like that for twenty minutes. 

Jungkook can hear it all. He sits against the wall shared with yours and just silently listens, a few stray tears leaving his eyes. If you had just canceled the date, he wouldn’t have said such horrible things. Fuck. Why did he have to say such things? He didn’t mean any of it. God, he needs to tell you he didn’t mean any of it. But by the time he gets up and is about to head out, your cries are gone. Fuck. 

You spent the rest of the day curled up in bed. Getting up only to shower the smell of him off of you and to make a quick snack. But that was it. You stayed in bed until the next morning when you had to get ready and put on your shining personality for your job interview.

You put on your favorite most professional looking outfit, styled your hair, took your time to make sure your makeup was flawless. You went all out. You were getting this damn job. You can’t afford another few days without pay or else you won’t be able to pay rent. And then you would be kicked out. Not that you currently mind, since then you wouldn’t have to see your annoying neighbor. 

You step out the door, heading straight to the elevator, and look down at your shoes. They’re what you call your “fancy time shoes” and are only to be worn when needed to be fancy or professional, or both. You’re too busy in your own head that you don’t notice another door opening and closing, nor the sound of footsteps following you, growing closer. 

The elevator door dings and opens, and you step straight in, doing a 180 to face the buttons. And that’s when you see him entering the elevator as well. Your heart stops, but your face doesn’t show it. Instead, you step as close to the opposite side of him as possible and keep your gaze straight ahead. 

“Hey…” he mumbles politely. You just hum in response. “On your way to the interview?” You nod, eyes refusing to wander. He tries again. “Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that, yesterday…”

“Then how did you mean it?” You snap, finally looking at him. “When you called me a slut, Jungkook. How did you mean to call me one?” 

“No. I didn't. None of it. I didn’t mean any of it.” He sighs, fidgeting with his gym bag and you roll your eyes and turn back to staring straight ahead. It’s silent the rest of the way down and as you both exit the building, turning to go opposite directions. That’s when he decides to turn around as you walk away. 

“Good luck, Sparkles! You got this!” You lower your head avoiding any gazes of any people around, too embarrassed to check and walk faster. You have the faintest of smiles, but you have to convince yourself not to cry or else you’d ruin your makeup.

The interview actually went well. It’s a family owned record store not that far away from your apartment. The pay is almost double and the hours are a little more than your previous job. It’s perfect. The owner, Namjoon, was very excited to have someone want to come work in a record shop and practically hired you on the spot. He asked you to come back in a few days for a (paid) trial run and to meet the rest of the staff to see if everyone would get along. You excitedly said yes and were on cloud nine the whole way home. 

At least you were until you got off the elevator and saw the two doors next to one another. And remembered why you were coming home in the first place. You rush into your apartment before any chance of running into Jungkook happens again and get ready for your date. 

Hyunjin texts you around 5:45 that he’s outside. You’re wearing a flowy dress, lightweight cardigan on top, some simple flats, and a small crossbody purse. You quickly head downstairs, praying not to run into Jungkook. 

The date is nice. It’s dinner at a reasonably priced but slightly upscale restaurant. And then a walk along the river. Maybe some ice cream after. It’s safe, a safe date. You and Hyunjin are able to hold a conversation without any awkwardness and he’s so sweet, so kind, and so very attractive. Almost annoyingly attractive. He’s so pretty, like his face was sculpted by the gods. He’s perfect. But he’s not who you’re thinking about. He doesn’t have that adorable freckle under his lip. Or that scar on his left cheek. He’s against tattoos and says facial piercings are weird. 

The dinner is delicious. You both make quiet jokes about the fancy names restaurants like this would give the most simplistic dishes. You share a bottle of the cheapest wine and eat all of the never ending bread. He tries to pay for both of you, but you insist on splitting it. You wonder what a date with Jungkook would be like. 

The walk along the River is also pleasant. Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate to hold your hand and you let him, purely because you admire his confidence. You continue the walk for a while, listening to him talk about his painting. And you’re interested, you really are. But it’s nothing to you. You’re growing bored and you feel guilty about it. You wonder what you would be doing with Jungkook right now if you did end up canceling the date. You hate this. You hate what you’re feeling. You hate that you’re thinking about another man while holding hands with this beautiful creature of a man next to you. Hate that when he gives you a kiss goodbye after you tell him you have something to do in the morning, all you can think about is Jungkook’s lips against yours and how soft they felt. 

Which is how you find yourself back in your apartment building, in front of the door that isn’t yours. You stare at the number nailed to it for what seems like eons until you finally decide to just do it. What’s the worst that can happen? He calls you a whore next? Who cares? That’s not even what you’re mad about. Your first two knocks are light and hesitant. But the third and fourth knocks are determined. It takes a minute before he finally opens the door, leaving you to both stare at each other, unsure of who should speak first.

“…Hey.” You meekly let out. You clutch onto the strap of your purse. 

“Hey…” He’s just as meek. Both of you are feeling like shit about yesterday. “What happened to your date?” You shake your head, looking down at your shoes. 

“I wasn’t into it. Ended it early…” You glance up quickly to see his pout turn into shock, smugness, and back to pout in the span of two seconds. “Can we…can we talk?”

He watches you fidget in place for a moment before finally opening the door wider and stepping to the side. You cautiously enter, head still down and arms still clutching the strap. You literally saw him this morning, but it feels like it’s been forever. 

“How’d the interview go?” He needs to end the silence, he hates it.

“It was good. I think I got it. It’s that record shop a few blocks away. The owner’s having me come in in a few days to meet the staff. If they like me, I’ll get the job.” You softly smile, stealing a moment to glance up at him. 

“Of course they’ll like you. It’s hard not to…” You try to stop your eyes from widening, bringing them back down to the ground. 

“Y/n, I really am fucking sorry for what I said yesterday. I overreacted. You’re not a slut, and even if you were going to be sleeping around, it’s none of my fucking business. You’re right. We don’t know each other. But in the time we have known each other, I’ve only wanted to know you more.” He pauses. “I like you, y/n.” 

You sigh, shaking your head and tugging at your purse’s strap “How though?” It’s barely a whisper. “How can you even know you like me from barely knowing me?”

“Because I just do.”

“But how, Jungkook? I need to understand how. Because I’m not like those idiots that believe in love at first sight. It’s not real. It can’t be.” Why are you on the verge of tears? Why does this matter so much? Why are you so scared of his answer? 

He steps closer to you, reaching up to lightly cup your face and lifting it to make you look at him. 

“Well, I am one of those idiots and believe in fate and love at first sight and all the bullshit that you don’t. And fuck, Sparkles, the second I saw you in your towel looking dumbfounded, it was like something clicked in my brain and all I could think was: Fuck. There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. So please.” He brings his face closer to yours. “Please understand what I’m saying when I say I really want to get to know you better, I really want to prove that this could be something if you just try.”

You don’t know how to respond. He’s not serious. This isn’t real. You shake your head, lowering it again to rest your forehead against his chest. 

“I need time…I just, I need time, Jungkook. It’s too much too fast.” He places a kiss on the crown of your head, whispering okay a few times. He pulls you into a full hug and you finally allow the tears to fall once you’re fully embraced in his arms. 

You silently cry in his arms for a minute or two until you finally pull back. He cups your face again, wiping the tears away. He’s smiling and he’s so pretty. Everything about him is beautiful. His body, his hands, his face, his laugh, his big bunny teeth, his angry face when he eats, his everything. But right now all you can focus on are his lips. And you’re reminded of your boring kiss with Hyunjin. So you get on your toes, placing your lips onto his. 

You feel his lips curve into a smile as he gently returns the kiss. But that takes a turn when your head tilts to meet with his lips better. Suddenly, you’re being backed up against a wall and he’s deepening the kiss, parting your mouth with his tongue and swallowing your moan. 

Your hands tangle in his hair. His hands drop to your hips, holding them in place against his. You give a teasing roll of your hips and he pushes you further into the wall, mouth open against yours, nose squished against yours. 

“I can’t. I want to, so bad. But I can't.” He pants against your lips, moving to leave smaller kisses across your face. 

“No, it’s okay. I should get going.” You both nod but neither of you move as he continues making sure every inch of your face has received at least one kiss. “Jungkook, I should go.” 

“I know.” He whispers, but he sounds slightly annoyed at the thought of letting you go. His thumbs rub small circles on your hips. 

“I can’t leave if you’re pinning me against the wall.” 

“I know.” 

“Yeah? Then you gotta move.” 

“I am moving.” He is. But it’s just to start kissing your neck. 

“Jungkook…” You whine, but it’s stern enough that he finally stops, sighing against your skin and pulling away from you, his grip on your hips disappearing. You both laugh, out of breath, making your way back to his front door. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

He looks delirious with the smile he has painted on his face right now. “Mhmm.” 

You both say goodbye and before he can lean in to kiss you again, you leave and shut the door. You go back to your apartment with a smile on your face. That’s how it should feel to kiss someone is all you can think as you get ready for bed. Maybe there’s something there, but is it enough? is the last thought you have as you fall asleep. 

You give it five days. Five days of just letting things die down, feelings sit where they need to sit and be analyzed over and over. You had politely texted Hyunjin the morning after the date saying you had a great time but didn’t see it going anywhere, but would love to see it through as a friendship. He was actually happy, because he wasn’t feeling it either. 

The fourth day, you went back to the record shop for your trial run and to meet the rest of the staff. It’s a very small group of employees. Aside from Namjoon, you meet Jimin, Jeongyeon, and Felix. You all get along really well, Namjoon closing up early and taking you all out to get barbeque and soju.

After about an hour and two bottles of soju each, Jeongyeon says she needs to pee and drags you with her. Once inside the bathroom, she faces you, leaning against the counter, a big grin on a gorgeous face. 

“Okay. I’m beyond thrilled to finally have another girl in the store, but we need to set some ground rules.” 

You blink slowly. “Sorry, what?”

“Ground rules. Sister rules. Girl code. Whatever you want. First of all, I know it’s inevitable that our periods are going to sync up. So let me know when yours is so I can be prepared. I hate unpredictable periods happening.” You snort, the soju going to your head a little bit more than usual. 

“You know what, I agree. I rarely get mine since I have an IUD, but still a good rule. Okay. Rule one. Period checks. What else?”

“Nice! Rule two! And I don’t like this one, but it is necessary.” Her joyful expression drops and her tone turns serious. “If at any point any of those men out there or outside of the store say or do anything to make you uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll fight them. I doubt they will but you know, you never know.” 

You nod, fully understanding and even appreciating the offer to fight in your honor. She actually looks like she can knock someone out if she was angry enough, it’s kind of hot. You’re about to respond when she switches back to her happy expression. 

“But let’s not dwell on that because it won’t happen. I know the guys way too well. Jimin is a flirt but can’t make a move to save his life. I would know, we’ve been flirting back and forth for like a year and still nothing.” She huffs, looking at her acrylics. “Felix wouldn’t hurt a fly. And the boss man is happily married and his husband is way too handsome to cheat on.” 

“Well then.” You laugh. “That’s a lot to take in. But okay, understood. Anything else?” A huge grin appears across her face. 

“Yes. I want to know everything about my new best friend.” 

You both leave the bathroom a moment later, heading back to the table laughing. You spend the rest of the night with Jeongyeon whispering back and forth, often breaking out into fits of giggles over nothing. You watched her flirt with Jimin, who could only flirt back for so long before he had to direct his attention elsewhere. It was cute, even when Jeongyeon was talking to someone else, he had his eyes on her as if she was talking to him. 

By the end of night, Namjoon tells you you’re officially hired, and you head to a bar for celebratory drinks with Jeongyeon, Jimin, and Felix. Jeongyeon makes it her personal secret mission to get Felix a ‘friend for the night’ as she called it. Eventually, you and Jimin get roped into it, finding a guy named Chris and a girl you think is named Yuna. But you’re not sure because Jeongyeon and Felix have been feeding you shot after shot and now you’re feeling a bit more than tipsy. 

Felix, Chris, and Yuna all seemed to be getting along perfectly together, dancing as a trio on the dancefloor, and you, Jimin, and Jeongyeon take silent bets on how this is going to end. A few moments later, Jimin is talking to a girl, who pulls him to the dancefloor, much to the displeasure of Jeongyeon. She turns back to you at the bar with an adorable pout. 

“Do you have anyone, y/n?”

“Uh…” How do you even begin to explain whatever is happening with Jungkook? “No? But, yes? We’re figuring it out.” 

She tilts her head to the side. “So like an on-again off-again? Friends with benefits? What?”

“No no no,”  shaking your head, you play with the drink in your hand. You take a deep breath.  

“More like…we had intense sex one night, didn’t talk for three days, and then even more intense sex on and off for the next two weeks. And then a huge fight that resulted in him saying he likes me even though we really only interact with each other when we have sex and have never spoken to one another before having sex.” Your face scrunches as you think, taking in another breath. “Well, except when I showed up at his door in just my towel. That was the first time. The second time, he was in front of my door with just a towel which is what lead to the first intense sex. Then he went out of town and came back three days later, we had more sex. He basically called me a slut last week because I had a date the next day and refused to cancel. Then he apologized and now we’re taking it day by day, but I haven’t spoken to him in five days and it’s kind of driving me crazy? Like how can I miss this guy I don’t know? He’s my neighbor, by the way.”

Jeongyeon just stares at you, mouth agape. “...I’m sorry…that’s a lot to process. But let me focus on what’s the most important. What building is this where everyone is walking around in just towels and having crazy sex and do they have any vacancies?” 

You laugh, but tears sting your eyes. 

“Okay, no but listen. Do you like him back?” 

“...I don’t know…that’s the problem. I don’t know him. I just know how he is in bed.” Jeongyeon rubs your back as you slump over the bar, hiding your head in your arms. The alcohol is kicking in fully. 

“Then talk to him, sweetheart. Get to know him. Get a notepad and treat it like an advanced speed date or something. This is just me going off how you’re reacting and talking about him. But, I think you like him.”

You groan into your arms, lifting your head just enough to look at her. “How about I’ll talk to him when you get that girl off Jimin and make a move? A real one.” 

Her eyebrows raise as high as they can go. “Bet?” You just nod, completely unaware that Jeongyeon is not one to back down from a bet and also super pissed at the girl Jimin’s dancing with right now. 

“Okay. Deal. Are you gonna be okay over here alone?” You nod, sitting back up straight for a moment to prove you were okay. 

“Okay. Operation: Get Our Men is a go!” You high five each other and she skips off to the dancefloor, shoving the girl dancing with Jimin away and convincing him to dance with her instead. You cackle at the scene of her getting her man and Felix heading out the front door with Chris and Yuna. 

You take another shot, and pull out your phone, finding the number given to you some time between round two and four the second night you spent together. You suck in a deep breath before finally hitting the call button, tucking your head back onto your arms on the bar again. He answers after the third ring. 

“...Y/n? It’s one in the morning…” 

“Fuck, is it? I…sorry. I lost track of hours, I guess…’m havin fun.” you mumble into the phone. 

“You sound like it…what are you doing?”

“I got the job, Kookieeee. So now we’re celebrating. But Felix left with two people. And I think Jeongyeon is making moves on Jimin. But now I’m alone and I don’t want to talk to anyone else…” You groan, the alcohol finally reaching your brain. “...just want to talk to you…”

“Where are you, baby? I’ll come get you.”

“Nooo, it’s okay. I walk.”

“Not at one in the morning and absolutely not alone, y/n. Where are you?” 

You humph. “I don’t know…hold on.” All Jungkook can hear on the other end is you shouting for someone’s attention, some scuffling, and a deep voice finally speaking. 

“Hello? Listen, she’s not totally wasted, but I’m going to cut her off now and just give her water. We’re at Serendipity. I’ll text you the address from her phone.”

“Okay. Thanks, man. I know where that is, actually. Can you put her back on the phone?”

It takes a few seconds, but he finally hears your voice again. “Kookieee,” you squeak.

“Sparkles, I’m on the way. Drink the water the bartender is giving you and stay exactly where you are, okay?”

“Mmmm…okay.”

“Promise me you’ll stay where you are, baby.” 

You smile. “I like your voice on the phone. It’s sexy. Call me baby again.”

He chuckles as he gets in the car. “I’ll call you baby as long as you want me to, y/n. I’ll be there soon.” 

“Mmmm. Kay.” You hang up the phone without saying goodbye. You look for Jeongyeon who’s currently making out with Jimin while dancing. You figure you don’t need to update them on your whereabouts. You down the glass of water the friendly bartender gave you as he brings you another. 

About 20 minutes later, you feel hands on your shoulders and you lift your head, ready to yell at the perv who dares to touch a drunk woman, until you lock eyes with Jungkook. You couldn’t even hide your smile if you tried. 

“Hi, baby. Let’s get you home, yeah?” He smiles, moving your arm around his neck, and one of his slides around your waist to help you stand up. You’re really not that drunk anymore, but you secretly enjoy him taking care of you. 

“Wait wait, I need to pay first.” You twist around in his embrace, but he squeezes you closer.

“No you don’t, Sparkles. I already paid. Let’s go. I’ll make you some instant ramen.”

You want to argue, but your stomach grumbles at the idea of noodles. “The spicy kind?”

“I’ll get you whatever you want, y/n. Anything in the world.” He kisses your temple as he guides you out of the bar and into his car. 

You go in and out of sleep on the car ride home, holding onto Jungkook’s hand as the drive was making you dizzy. When you wake up, it's to the view of Jungkook's side profile as he’s leaning over you from outside the car and removing your seatbelt. You hum, smiling as he finds you waking up. 

“Hi, Sparkles. Do you think you can make it up, or do you need me to carry you? What do you wanna do?”

You snicker. “Want and need are two very different things,” you mumble, gaze falling on his lips again. “I think I can walk, though…”

“Okay. Let’s go.” He gives you another smile, quickly pecking your lips and then pulling you out of the car before you can react. Once you’re standing up straight, he locks the car before grabbing your hand in his. “Come on, noodles await you.” Your stomach grumbles at the mention of noodles and you immediately follow. You can think about the kiss later. 

You stumble into your apartment, kicking off your shoes and throwing your purse on the floor in the corner after taking your phone out. Jungkook follows behind to lock the door and turn the lights on. 

“Okay, go sit down and I’ll get to work on the noodles. You still have some, right? Or should I go get some from my place?” 

You scoff mumbling “What do you even take me for?” and open a cupboard in the kitchen filled to the brim with various instant noodles. “I may not have been taught to not scare a man in his kitchen, but I sure as hell know to always have noodles.” You both smile at the joke, but then you recall what happened after you scared him in his kitchen, turning away from him with a frown.

“Always good to be prepared, y/n. Which one do you want?” You grab the one you want, allowing him to choose his own and he gets to work. 

You excuse yourself to the bathroom to fumble into a big shirt, pajama shorts, and some fuzzy socks. Quickly removing your makeup and washing your face, sobering slowly as you go. When you return, he’s pouring it into the bowls and grabbing you both some water from your fridge. He brings the food to the couch where you’re sitting with a notepad and a pen. 

“What’s that?” He asks, setting the bowls down and handing you the water.

“We’re gonna speed date.” You state it so matter of factly while opening the bottle and taking a gulp. “I have a list on my phone of different speed dating questions. I’m going to write my answer down and you’re going to say yours. Then we’ll see how much we have in common and whether we’re meant to be or if we’re doomed from the start.” You explain, picking up your bowl and inhaling your food as fast as possible. As much as you ate at dinner, you were starving again thanks to the alcohol. 

“At 2:30 in the morning?” He’s settled down on the couch with you, both of you facing one another. 

“The past few times we hung out…or…would you call it hanging out or just hooking up? Whatever, it’s usually around this time, anyway. So why not? We’ll speed round it. It’ll be fun, come on.”

He watches you continue to inhale your food, wondering if this was simply just the alcohol talking or if you were actually considering giving this a chance. While he’d like to think you weren’t avoiding him for five days, he still didn’t understand why you didn’t reach out to him until now. But then again, he didn’t either. He’s been busy at the gym, which he has to be at again in less than six hours. His coach is going to kill him if he’s tired. He should leave. He should get up and go next door, down as much water as possible to combat the sodium, and pass out so he could get some rest. 

“Okay. We’ll answer a few questions. But then we gotta get you to sleep, baby.” He sets both bowls down once you’re finished and lifts your feet to settle them on his lap so he can massage them. 

“Ask away.” You want to pull your feet away, but it feels too good. You worked eight hours and then walked around town going to the barbeque and then the club. Your feet were exhausted. 

“Okay. Question one. Whiskey or beer?” 

You quickly scribble down your answer and on the count of three he simply responds “Beer” as you turn yours over to show whiskey.

“Beer, really? You like drinking piss water?” You scrunch up your face.

“Hey, it’s good after a while. You have to work up to the taste.”

“Nah, if I’m drinking, I wanna actually enjoy it. Liquor or bust. Maybe a cider or a really good seltzer. But seltzers are just as weird as beer.” You both laugh as you scratch out your answer. “Okay! Next! Hmmm… ‘Are you a possessive person?’ Well I think we know that answer for you already. I’m not. Or at least, I don’t think I am. I’ve never had a person to be possessive over. Okay, let’s see…What is your idea of a good date? I like that one.” You return to scribbling your answer. He just leans back, his hand moving up from massaging your feet to your calves. He waits until you’re done writing to respond.

“Anything with food. I love food. I crave it all the time, especially when I used to prepare for a match. It kills me when I can’t eat too much.” He laughs, remembering his trainer going off on him for having tteokbokki the night before a match. He still won, but his trainer was fuming. “What about you, Sparkles?”

He turns his head to look at you and you’re grinning ear to ear as you flip over the notepad that reads Night market going from food stall to food stall and eating one or two things from each one. Ice cream after and then cuddles. 

He can feel his heart tighten reading your words, the smallest amount of hope pumping into it. “Okay, perfect. I know what our first date is.” He teases with a smile, your giant grin fades a little, but not too much. You just nod and lift your phone back up to go through the questions. 

“Okay, we’ll speed round this part so we can go to bed. Are you a morning bird or night owl?”

You both respond with Night.

“Are you a book or a movie person?”

You both respond Movie.

“Do you want to change your past or see the future?”

You respond with changing the past, he responds with seeing the future.

This goes back and forth for another five to ten minutes before you’re yawning going through the list. He leans forward, grabbing your phone and the abandoned notepad and pen from you and placing it next to the bowls.

“I think we’re done tonight, y/n. We can do this another time, okay? I need to get you to sleep.”

You frown. “But it’s tied…One more? Please?” He sighs, nodding. 

“Okay, but I pick.” You let him scroll through the website until he finally lands on one. “Who is your 3am friend?” He asks with a subtle smug look on his face. You roll your eyes as he counts down from 3 and you both respond with the word “You.”

“Well I guess we have a winner.” He whispers, plopping your phone on your stomach and standing up to pick you up bridal style. You don’t fight him on it, both too tired to care and also overthinking what just happened. He lays you down in your bed and tucks the blanket around you. Just as he’s about to walk out, you grab his wrist. 

“Where are you going?” You whisper so softly. He turns back to you, leaning down so he can whisper back. 

“I’m going to clean up and then go back to my place. Go to sleep. I’ll lock the door on the way out.” You look up at him with sad eyes and a pout. 

“You’re not gonna stay?” Your words are meek, scared of being heard by anyone else, including Jungkook. 

“No, baby. I gotta work in the morning so I gotta sleep in my bed.” He places a kiss on your forehead. ”Also, who knows what’ll happen if I share the bed with you again.” You both snicker. “Can I call you after?” His question is filled with so much hope. You just nod and smile. 

“Okay.” You reach up for his face. “Kiss,” you mumble softly. He repeats the word back and you whine, trying to grab his beautiful face and pull him down to you. He laughs, leaning in and giving you one long soft kiss before pulling away, saying goodbye again and kissing the hand that was reaching for him. He walks out your bedroom door and sleep immediately overtakes you. 

You wake up the next morning to a bottle of water and two migraine pills next to it. There’s a post-it note attached to the bottle that reads Drink Me along with a cute doodle of what you think is you drinking the water and giving a thumbs up. Your face heats up at the adorable image and you smile, doing as the cute cartoon version of you says and drinking the water.

You give it a few minutes of moving to stand up by laying in bed first, slowly sitting up with your legs dangling off the bed before finally getting out of bed and standing up straight. You don’t know if this actually works, but your friend in college had you do it after getting blackout drunk one night as to avoid a headache or throwing up from the sudden feeling of being upright. You’re not going to stop doing it to figure it out.

You text Jeongyeon, Jimin, and Felix saying you had a friend pick you up and hope they all got home safely. You grab the post-it note and head to the kitchen to put it on your fridge. You take a picture of it and send it to Jungkook. 

You: no one’s ever drawn me before. It’s cute. Thank you for last night. 💜

You carry on with your day of lounging around. It’s a nice Saturday and Namjoon wasn’t having you start until Monday morning. Jungkook cleaned all the dishes from yesterday, even putting them away. He moved your shoes that you kicked off to their designated space and hung your purse on the hook by the door. Everything looked good. So you figured an all day lounge was in store.

You watched a new Kdrama, immediately falling in love with both main characters. And squeaking every time something cheesy happens, which was often. It’s not until 3PM you receive a text from your pretty neighbor. 

🎤Attractive Pajama Man🎤(3:02pm): ofc, bby. Your beauty deserves to be drawn over and over. 

🎤Attractive Pajama Man🎤(3:03pm): Are you home?

You(3:02pm): Yes, sir. It’s an all day lounge with a new Kdrama. 

🎤Attractive Pajama Man🎤(3:05pm): tempting. But the all day lounge is done. Get ready to go out. Nothing fancy. I’ll pick you up at 5. 💜

You(3:06pm): what if I say no? 

🎤Attractive Pajama Man🎤(3:06pm): I’ll pick you up at 5, Sparkles. 

You humph, turning off the TV. You humph while you plug in your phone, and you humph as you go to your closet to pick out what to wear before showering and make yourself look less hungover. 

At exactly five o’clock there’s a knock on your door and you’re grumbling, trying to create the perfect loose tuck with your shirt into your skirt like the instagram models do. You open the door to the cute boy with the lip ring and tattoos and for a moment, you forget about the stupid shirt. He’s in combat boots, way too tight black skinny jeans, a simple white shirt, and a giant denim shirt. 

“You’re not one of those people that are always punctual are you? Because you’re going to regret liking me if so.” You turn around, heading back to your room, Jungkook in tow like the night prior. He enters your room where you’re standing in front of the mirror still trying to figure out the perfect loose tuck. He laughs to himself, moving to stand in front of you batting your hands away to tuck it properly. 

“No. I’m only punctual for the things or people that matter.” He dips his hands into your skirt, pulling the tank top up almost all the way, letting it billow over the skirt’s waistline, then does gentle tucks in specific areas until it’s literally perfect. You gawk at him. 

“How’d you do that? How many girls’ shirts have you tucked in? Where’d you learn that magic?”

He laughs, booping your nose. You immediately pull your face back. He just smirks at you. “I’ll teach you another time. We gotta go. Ready?” 

You huff at him, pouting. “When you say 5, to my brain, that means 5:15. So no, no I am not ready.” You turn from him, slipping a cardigan on and heading into the bathroom to fix your hair. 

“Okay. So from now on I’ll ask you to be ready fifteen minutes before my actual intended time.” He speaks a little louder, lowering his voice as you reenter your room to the view of him sitting on your bed. 

“There we go. Now you’ve got it. My brain is a scattered mess. You have to learn the correct manipulation tactics to get me to be a normal human being. I already explained that to Namjoon at the record shop. He thinks it’s weird.” You give him a thumbs up, putting a necklace on and grabbing your shoes. “Okay. Now I’m ready. I think.” You walk away from him on your bed and find your phone, wallet, and keys strewn across your counter in the kitchen next to the purse you emptied out earlier. You stuff everything in there, put your shoes on, stand up and declare yourself ready. 

You weren’t paying attention to him watching you from the doorway to your bedroom as you chaotically roamed around your apartment to gather all your things. It isn’t until you finally stop at the door that he finally approaches you. 

“So, where are we going anyway?”

He stands in front of you, smiling down at you in awe.

“I will tell you on one condition.” You raise an eyebrow, trying desperately to ignore his sudden proximity and the way it affects your body. “One kiss and you get an answer.”

Your eyes narrow at him. “One kiss? Just one?” He nods. “Fine.” 

You stand up on your tippy toes and go to press your lips against his quickly. But you should’ve known better. One of his hands finds your waist while the other one gently cradles the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You whimper, your own hands clutching his denim shirt. The hand on your waist disappears and you half expect it to land somewhere else on your body when you hear your door unlock and open behind you. You feel his smile in the kiss as he pulls away. 

“Yesterday, or rather this morning, you mentioned the night market as your perfect date. I am here to provide said perfect date.” You’re so frazzled by the kiss and the mention of a perfect date, and just a date in general, that you barely notice him ushering you out the door and waiting for you to lock it. It’s not until you’re in the elevator that you finally speak. 

“I never agreed to a date.” You try to sound as uninterested as possible, but he can tell you’re at least a little excited by the twitching corners of your lips threatening to tug upwards. 

“Oh. I’m sorry. Let’s try that again. Hey, y/n. Would you like to go on a date with me to the night market? I haven’t eaten since last night, so I can eat everything they have to offer there with you.”

You roll your eyes, laughing, but freeze a second later. “You haven’t eaten since our speed date?” You gape at him as you walk out of the elevator. 

“Nope. Wanted to make sure I wasn’t overdoing it. I have to workout with Tae tomorrow so I don't want to be bloated. I’m fine, Sparkles. It’s not that big of a deal.” He wraps your hand in his as you walk out the front door. You mumble something about it being a big deal to you, before running back what he just said. 

“Who’s Tae?” You ask as you turn to head to the parking garage. He just yoinks you back, insisting on walking instead.  

“Taehyung is the guy I’m training. The one who lost the match because of you.” 

“Not because of me, but okay. And he’s the one fighting next week?”

“Yup. That’s him, alright.”

“Can I come to the game?”

“Not if you call it a game, Sparkles.”

“‘Match. Whatever, who cares? It’s the same thing.”

“Absolutely not the same thing. But…” His hand squeezes yours as he stops walking, and he pulls you backwards so you end up in front of him. “As much as I’d like you there, I think you’d be a real…” The hand not in yours moves some hair out of your face, before he leans  forward to kiss the sweet spot between your ear and your cheek, turning you into a puddle. “…distraction for me.”

You have to close your eyes to bring yourself out of his annoyingly good trance to be able to reopen your eyes and glare at him. 

“First of all, it sounds like you have concentration problems. I’m not to blame. Second, aren’t you supposed to be not like this,” you gesture up and down at him, “for one more week? Don’t start something you can’t finish.” You give his hand a squeeze and start pulling to keep walking, but it just ends up with him behind you, pressing your connected hands between your back and his stomach as he kisses your temple. 

“Oh, baby. Just because I won’t be finishing, doesn’t mean you can’t. This is going to be hell for both of us but in very different ways.” 

Your face scrunches in confusion. “What’s that mean?”

“You’ll see later. But for now, we eat.” He grins, getting back into a normal walking position with you, and you walk the rest of the way there in silence. Or at least you think in silence, your brain is going haywire with ways in which it’ll be hell for both of you. 

The night market is packed. You wander up and down the food vendors, making plans of which ones to go to and what to get from each one. The whole time, Jungkook has an arm around your waist, keeping you as close as possible in the crowd of people. 

You decide one person goes to one tent while the other is at the one adjacent. Then just keep repeating the cycle until both of your arms are full. Then one of you sits down with everything, and the other gets the last of the stuff, including drinks.

You two execute the plan flawlessly, even finding a lone table to lay out all the food. You organize the food in the order you agreed upon while Jungkook grabs the rest of the food and drinks. Once he returns, he sits down next to you, and you both get down to it, splitting each item while asking questions about one another. Favorite colors, favorite seasons, where you grew up, quick run downs on family trees. You make it about half way through the food before you finally get the courage to ask what you’ve been wondering for almost a week. 

“So why don’t you fight anymore and just train?” You grab a piece of Korean fried chicken strips, tapping some of the red dust off before dipping it in the sauce. So far this was the clear winner. 

He hesitates before mumbling, “I got injured.” He hands you a wet wipe after seeing you struggle with the red dust sticking to your fingers and barely coming off on the napkin. You raise an eyebrow at him. 

“How so?” He sighs, playing with the straw from his drink. 

“I had a big match, I was winning. But at the last second, he just hit me in a specific way that knocked me out cold. I had a concussion and couldn’t compete for two and a half months. The doctors wanted me out longer but I’m stupid and stubborn and said I was fine. So I got another match. Five minutes in, I feel disoriented and get hit again and my head crashes to the ground and I wind up with another concussion. This one was more severe, forcing me to retire nine or so years too early.” 

He looks broken. Like he was forced to have to be pulled away from his dreams. You want to hug him, make him feel better. But you’re unsure how to go about it. Usually it’s been him making you feel good. When you lost your job. When you were feeling sore. When you were drunk. He takes care of you and you suddenly feel guilty, like you’ve been taking advantage of him. 

You don’t know what to do. So you do the only thing you can think of right now. You hand him a fry and give him a supportive smile. “But you’re okay now right? Like no more concussions? And you’re at least still in the business, just as a trainer instead.”

He grabs the fry with his teeth, barely grazing over your fingers with his lips and nods while chewing. 

“I still have some symptoms. It’s not terrible, but it can get overwhelming at times. I still train the same. Stick to the same diet. Live and breathe like I’m about to have the biggest match of my life. I’m just not allowed to fight again…”

You watch his hands playing with the hem of his shirt as he trails off his last sentence. Just fucking do it, y/n. Stop being so scared. Your brain is screaming at you until you reach out for one of his hands, intertwining them and settling it in your lap, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. 

“Well at least you still get to be there in some capacity, right? You may not get to live out your dream, but you get to help Taehyung live his, and make sure he doesn’t get hurt. I think that’s almost better, honestly.” Being supportive and uplifting was never your strong suit. After working in retail for so long, you’ve become quite cynical and closed off from the world. But the way he squeezes your hand, and the smile that forms on his lips as he lets out a shaky breath, makes you believe you must’ve said something right for once. 

“That makes sense. I got hurt so I could help him.” He nods in agreement with himself. “Yeah. I like that. Makes the pain feel worth it.” He picks up the last fry and repeats your earlier action to you. You quietly eat the fry, feeling your face heat up and smile. 

“Is that why you’re so hellbent on sticking to the routine and training Taehyung is going through? Because it’s what you went through?” He lets go of your hand to start organizing the trash and what’s being brought back to the apartment for later. 

“Yep. You enter a certain mindset when you deprive yourself of the things you crave. Food, proper sleep, games, sex…” He glances to the top of your chest when you look away, admiring the perfect cut of your shirt showing off just the right amount of cleavage for him. He wipes his hands with a wet wipe you pull from your purse. “You become so hyper-focused on getting to the end so you can have those things more. You become more disciplined and have a higher level of endurance after a while.”

His hand finds its way back to your lap, landing in your thigh where you subconsciously part them slightly so he can slit his fingers between them in your skirt. “But when you finally do get to enjoy those things again, you really appreciate it more.” He grips your flesh a little harder, causing you to whimper, gripping the table. 

“We should leave, baby.” The smug look on his face is all you need to know tonight is nowhere near done. So you just nod and get up, helping him throw the trash away and grab the condensed box of things you didn’t finish. He stops at one of the vendors with ice cream and grabs two cones for you both before heading out, hand in hand.

He watches you intently as you lick up the cone, making sure no drops get on your hand or on the ground for that matter. It’s a small cone so you swirl your tongue around and around until you feel it’s safe and it won’t drip. You look up at him after realizing neither of you had spoken and you were already halfway home. 

You are stupid enough to not realize what you were doing would’ve had such a great effect on him. His hand is tight around yours, eyes dark with lust, and his chest is rising faster than before. You glance down and you bet he’s regretting the choice of skinny jeans now as his erection is painfully obvious. 

He grabs the cone, throws it in a nearby trash can. You cry out a complaint and he ignores you, practically bolts back to the apartment, dragging you with him. 

Once back to your apartment and in the elevator, his hands find your hips and drag you back flush against him. He moves your hair out of the way of your neck so he can bite you as if he was a vampire. You cry, almost losing your balance, but he wraps a hand around your throat to keep you in place while he harshly sucks bruises on your neck. The doors open to your floor and he guides you out, one hand still on your hip, while the other stays firmly around your throat. 

“Unlock your door, Sparkles.” He whispers in your ear as your shaking hands go for your purse to retrieve your keys. He licks a long stripe up your neck, leaving a small bite on your ear to hurry you up. 

“Fuck, it’s not opening.” You’re a whimpering mess, hands shaking trying to get the stupid key in the door. His hand leaves your hip to find yours, flipping it over so the keys lay flat in your hand. He picks out the key to your apartment door and it places it between your index finger and thumb.

“Wrong key, baby. Now hurry up before I make you scream my name in this hallway.” His hand finds your hip again, but slides past it to sneak past your skirt’s waistline, fingers hovering over your clothed center. 

The moment the door unlocks and your key is pulled out of the lock, Jungkook lets go of your throat and removes his other hand from your skirt as he pushes you inside, shutting your door and pressing you against the wall like he did earlier. He doesn’t kiss you and both hands are on either side of you. Foreheads pressed together, both panting. He’s waiting for you to make the first move. You swallow, making him wait just a moment longer before you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to you, crashing his lips to yours. 

The groans he makes into the kiss are far beyond desperate and needy, his hands moving back to your body, roaming every inch he can touch. He rocks his hips into yours, pulling his lips away from yours when you gasp. 

“You said you had a strap… Where’s your other toys?”

“What?” He pushes you further against the wall, wrapping a hand around your thigh to wrap it around his waist to bring him closer to you. 

“Last week, y/n. You said you had a strap. No one owns just a strap. Where’s the rest of it?” You close your eyes, putting yourself in your room to try to remember what the box of toys not only looks like, but its location. The sound of his shoes being kicked off and tossed into the corner brings you back. 

“In my closet. Why?” You feel like you can’t breathe when he’s this close to you. You can’t think properly, you just want to be consumed by him but run away in fear at the same time. Whatever control he has over you is overwhelming.

You open your eyes again and the smile you’re met with is sinister. “Just because I can’t fuck you, doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you, baby. Get them out and get on your bed. I’m going to use your shower before I lose it.” He gives you one more deep kiss before he pulls off you, heading straight for your bathroom. You’re frozen in place and not a second later his voice booms from inside. 

“And you better be fucking naked.”

What the fuck did I get myself into? is all you can think as you kick your shoes off and restrain yourself from running to your closet to get the box from the top corner shelf. It once held your favorite pair of knee high boots but now contains various sex toys you’ve collected from random midnight horny impulses. You place it on the bed and step back to start removing your clothing. Then you catch sight of the box. Why does it look weird like that? You move it again, trying to make it more appealing. You do this for what feels like half an hour but is only two minutes before you hear the shower turn off. 

You panic, shoving your skirt and underwear off in one go, removing your cardigan and tank top as you climb on the bed. Your hands are behind you, reaching for your bra clasp as the door opens and he steps out in another fucking towel. Your hands forget about your bra for a moment, dropping to your side as you glare at the stupid piece of cloth. He tilts his head to the side, partially confused but mostly amused. 

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Your glare stays on the towel. “I need to make it a rule that you can’t wear towels around me anymore… It makes me angry.” 

He laughs loudly, heading back into the bathroom for a moment. He returns without the towel, but instead in his underwear. You pout again. 

“That’s worse.”

“It’s not about me tonight, baby.” He grins, crawling onto the bed on all fours, leaning in to kiss you quickly. “Only you. Now let me see those toys and take this off.” He hooks a finger around your bra strap and snaps it back to your skin. You wince as he sits back to grab the box while you remove your bra. You’ve been naked with him so many times in the last few weeks but for some reason you feel more vulnerable than usual. You want to put on a giant shirt just to have some comfort. 

He’s digging through your box of goodies. He pulls out a butt plug and looks at you with a sparkle in his eye. 

“You buy this before or after I put my thumb in you?”

“…After.” Embarrassment creeps across your face, but you figure honesty is really your only option at this point. He nods, putting it back in, murmuring “next time” and rummaging around some more. He pulls out a dildo that has a weird curve where the base should be, almost like a handle. 

“And this one?” This one makes you smile.

“That’s my strap.”

“...How is that a strap? Where’s the base to put in the harness?” You shake your head, grabbing it from him.

“It’s a strapless dildo. This part, ” Your fingers run over the smaller end of the toy. “This part goes in me so that while I’m fucking whomever, I’m technically being fucked too. And this is where you put the bullet vibrator for added fun.” You flip it over, pointing out the hole filled with a little metal bullet.” You look proud of this toy. Like you have good memories with it. Which means you’ve used it on other people. 

“Who’d you use it on?” He tries to sound neutral, but you’re well aware he’s getting jealous of someone he’s never met. 

“My friend in college. He was still exploring his sexuality and his kinks and he mentioned wanting to be fucked. I said I had this. He asked politely, I said sure. He baked me brownies after. It was nice. He still says it’s one of his favorite fucks. Top three for sure.” 

“You fucked a guy for brownies?”

“No. I fucked a guy out of the kindness of my horny heart. And got brownies as a reward. There’s a difference.”

“You fucked a guy for brownies.” He’s smiling, still holding the strap and you grab it from him, smacking his arm with it. 

“Shut up. One day, you’ll let me fuck you and you’ll be baking me brownies as a thank you. Just wait and see.” 

“So there’s gonna be a ‘one day’?”

“Ugh.” You toss the toy to the side rubbing your face with his hands. He smiles, knowing he’s got you. He goes back to your box of goodies and finds something of interest and pulls it out. Your eyes widen.

“And…what’s this one?” He loves the way you’re suddenly nervous, glaring at the toy as if that will make it vanish out of your hands. It’s clearly a good one.

“That’s…my rabbit.” He inspects it closely. 

“Doesn’t look like the other rabbits, though.”

“No…it uh…thrusts? And it gets wider…like the girth expands.” You wrap your torso around a pillow and dig your face into it, both giving yourself some cover from your sudden vulnerability, and also hiding your face from the man who has the most wicked smile. You can hear him turning it on and feel the wetness pooling between your legs, no doubt leaking onto your sheets. You should’ve put some towels down. There’s going to be a lot of laundry later. 

“When did you last charge it?” He asks, watching the shaft thrust back and forth while the head expands and compresses in perfect rhythm. 

“Four days ago,” you mumble your response into your pillow, wishing to not be here anymore or for him to hurry up and do whatever terrible thing he’s thinking of doing. He turns it off.

“Four days ago? Baby…when’s the last time you got yourself off?” You stay silent. “Baby…” He gently tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your face out of the pillow. “Baby, you have to answer me. When did you last let yourself come?” 

“The morning after we talked. The morning after my interview and my date with Hyunjin.” His grip tightens at the mention of another man’s name and you wince at the feeling.

“What were you thinking of to get yourself off so early in the day, baby?” You shut your eyes, too embarrassed.

“I had a dream. It felt too real when I woke up…so I took care of it.” He gently lays you down, allowing you to keep the pillow in your clutches as he hovers over you.  

“What’d you dream about, baby? Or who’d you dream about?” His fingers unravel from your hair, keeping it all out of your face. You squeeze your eyes shut even tighter, hating how small you feel with him. Like he’s the big bad wolf and one wrong word, and he’ll consume you whole. “Baby, answer me.”

“You.” It’s the smallest whisper. Jungkook’s not even sure if he heard you answer him or if you just whimpered again, so he asks you to repeat yourself and you feel yourself crumble, finally opening your eyes to meet his.

“You. It was you and me and we were having sex.”

His forehead drops to yours, breathing out through his nose.

“Fuck, baby. You’re going to kill me.” His mouth finds yours and you both become a mess of moans and whimpers. He pulls off of you, sitting beside you, pulling the pillow away from your body and holding the rabbit like an offering. “Show me.”

“What?” 

“Show me how you get off to the thought of me fucking you, Sparkles. Show me.” He turns it back on, trailing it up and down your stomach. You shake your head, hands wrapping around his wrist.

“No. Too embarrassing.”

“Too embarrassing? You literally just proudly admitted to fucking a guy for brownies. No, baby. You’re wrong. There’s nothing embarrassing about getting off in front of me. It’s the hottest fucking thing on the planet.”

“I didn’t fuck him for brow- Ah!” He silences your defense by tugging your hand off his wrist and running the pulsing tip of the rabbit up your soaked folds, stopping at your clit. Your back arches and you reach down for the toy. “Stop stop stop stop, please.” He pulls it away from you once he’s gathered enough of your essence on it and turns it back off. He admires the wetness dripping down the shaft of it and brings the toy to his mouth, closing his lips around it to suck off your juices. 

He leans back down, kissing you so you can taste yourself on his lips. “There’s no such thing as embarrassment with us, baby. Now, please show me how you fuck yourself when you think about me? Please?” He gives you another kiss and you whine into it, eventually nodding. 

You take the vibrator from him, closing your eyes as you run the tip up and down like Jungkook did a moment ago, but leaving the toy off. Once you feel it’s fully coated with your arousal, you slowly ease it in, inch by inch, until you feel that familiar fullness. You find the power button with your fingers and turn it on to the slowest setting. The toy starts moving inside you and you whimper, overwhelmed immediately by the rhythm of the thrusts matched with the girth widening as well as the two little nubs vibrating against your clit.

You massage one of your breasts with one hand while the other keeps the toy pressed in you, only pulling it out when it gets to be too much. Once you calm down, you press it back in, rolling your hips in perfect timing with the toy.

You’re a moaning mess and Jungkook can only watch in awe. He’s fighting every desire to rip the toy away from you and put himself in, fucking you deliriously into the next year. He wants to make you come over and over and over again. He wants to fuck you without a condom so he can feel closer to you and come inside you. He also wants to leave the toy in and add himself in with it, really stretch you out and have the toy vibrating against his own cock until you’re both overstimulated. But he can only sit, watch, and resist touching himself. 

You’re writhing on the bed, trying not to make a sound and your eyes are still shut tight. Jungkook shakes his head, leaning over to cover his hand over yours on the toy, slowly fucking it into you as you relinquish control. 

“Don’t tell me you do this quietly, baby. Let me hear you, please.” He kisses your forehead. “Open your eyes and let me see you lose control, baby. I need it.” 

Your eyes squint open but threaten to shut again when he shoves the toy in as deep as it can go, the clit stimulators pressed against your clit, making you screech. 

“Jungkook. Move it, please. It’s too much pressure. Please.” He shakes his head.

“Are you going to keep your eyes open and on me?” You nod, desperate for him to move it. You’re so close. ��Are you going to let me hear you and not suppress any more of those beautiful sounds I love so much?” You nod again, on the verge of tears.

“Please. I’m going to come. Please, Kookie. I need it.” 

“There’s that nickname, I was wondering when you’d say it again. Does my baby wanna come?”

“Yes please.” Your voice is strained, both hands gripping the arm he’s using for support next to your head as he fucks you with your favorite toy. 

“Okay okay. One more question. Are you mine, baby?” You nod, not thinking about the question, just assuming saying yes will get you what you need, and what you need is release. “Hmmm. I don’t think you understood the question, Sparkles. Who do you belong to?” You nod again. “You wanna come?” Another nod and he’s picking up the pace, watching your breathing, counting down until he thinks you're about to come. Just as you’re at the edge, he pulls the toy out all the way. You scream at the denial of your orgasm, twisting your head to bite the arm you’ve been clutching. 

“I don’t think you should come until you answer me correctly, baby.” He leans down, growling in your ear. “Try again, y/n. Will you be mine? Only mine? No dates with other people, no sex with other people, just you and me. Will you be mine?” The tone of his voice is dangerous, possessive. But you don’t care. You release your bite on his arm, it’s going to leave a mark tomorrow, and you lock eyes with him. 

“Yes. Yours. I’m yours. I’ll be yours. PLEASE!” You shout through the tears. You’re about to beg for more when simultaneously, Jungkook crashes his lips into yours and slams the toy back into you, pumping it at a rapid pace.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over this toy like it’s my cock. Cream it for me, please,” he grunts against your mouth and you’re finally allowed to let go. You wrap your arms around Jungkook’s neck, pulling yourself up to him, keeping your lips locked as you cry a moan into his mouth. He lets you ride out the orgasm, turning the toy off but continuing to pump slowly. 

He stops only when he feels you shudder against him, pulling the toy out and removing his lips from yours. You whimper until the cream covered toy is suddenly brought between you both. Keeping his eyes on yours, he taps the side facing you against your lips. You hesitate, too tired to understand until he licks up the side of the toy facing him and your eyes widen, suddenly understanding. You tentatively stick out your tongue, following suit and licking up your own orgasm from your favorite toy with him until there’s nothing left. He tosses the toy aside and quickly captures your lips again, tongues dancing together perfectly. 

He leans you back down on the bed, one hand cupping your face, the other holding himself up by your waist. Your hand slides down his chest and rakes across his abs, scratching at his underwear’s waistband, fingers running over the tip of his cock peeking out. He’s so unfathomably hard if the giant bulge and the precum stain isn’t enough. He hisses, the hand on your face quickly reaching down for your traitorous hand, grasping your wrist. 

“No, baby. I can’t. One more week. One more week and we can enjoy each other for as long as we want, okay?” 

You nod, trying not to close your eyes. “But you’re so hard. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Like hellfire, baby. But it’s okay. I’m gonna calm it down. You go to sleep, okay?” He moves your damp hair off your face and you nod again.

“Are you staying?”

“Do you want me to?” Another nod from you, followed by you clutching his arm again and kissing where you bit, eyes falling shut.

“Please?”

The grin on his face is something you’d kill to have seen if you weren’t so exhausted. You feel another kiss on your lips. 

“Okay. I’ll stay. I’ll be right back, go to sleep.”

“No, I’ll wait…” You trail off, turning onto your side and clutching the pillow to your face, getting more comfortable, and he chuckles. 

“Okay. Wait for me.” He gets up and heads into the bathroom again, disposing of his underwear. He turns your shower on again and to the coldest it can go before stepping in. 

Fuck that’s fucking cold. 

He gently grabs his aching erection that’s threatening to explode and runs his hand up and down, frustratingly slow.

I don’t think I can make it a fucking week if she stays. I almost lost it so many times… 

His thumb drags over his tip while his other hand has a tight grasp on his balls, massaging them. 

She’s so fucking perfect. She didn’t mean it when she said she was mine. She only said it so I’d let her come, but- fuck I’m so close. 

He continues teasing himself, gentle and teasing at the tip but hard and forceful at the base until he can feel the familiar tipping point. He lets out a deep groan, letting off the tip but forming a ring around the bottom of his shaft, cutting off his orgasm he’s so desperate to unload. 

He rests his head against the shower wall, counting his breathing until he can feel his heart rate return to a normal pace. He leaves the shower, drying himself off, when he realizes he doesn’t have an extra pair of underwear or pajama pants. He could easily go next door, but the thought of putting his soaked underwear back on makes him cringe. He wraps the towel from earlier back around himself, heading out of your room to find his keys.

He sneaks over to his apartment, changes into some new underwear, loose fit joggers, matching hoodie, and a big shirt that he secretly hopes you’ll steal and wear. He brushes his teeth and grabs two blankets from his bed, an extra pair of underwear for just in case, his headphones, and his phone charger on his way back out, locking his door and reentering yours. He slips back into your room where you’re peacefully asleep. He somehow skillfully removes the blankets from underneath you. He has to give you a few kisses and help you into one of your own big shirts when you wake up just to get you back to sleep after he slides one of his blankets underneath you, the other on top. 

He throws your bedding into the washer, grabs the vibrator and the toy cleaner that was in the box, cleaning it in the bathroom and leaving it on the counter to dry. He finally returns to you, curling up beside you and pulling you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you sleepily tuck your head into the crook of his neck and wrap an arm around his torso. 

He can’t sleep, too wired from watching you fall apart for him, and also edging himself gave him an adrenaline boost he wishes he could get rid of. So instead, he puts his headphones on and watches whatever he can find on Netflix, gently massaging your scalp at the same time. Once the washer is done, he sneaks out from under you to quickly move the bedding to the dryer and returns in record time. This time, he curls up with you, keeping his arms safely wrapped around you as he finally drifts off to sleep. 

You wake up the next morning immediately feeling like you’re in a different bed. These aren’t your blankets. You open your eyes and sit up quickly. This is your room, but these aren’t your blankets. You’ve seen these blankets before though, they’re Jungkook’s. Why are Jungkook’s blankets on my bed? You scan your room, eyes landing on the neatly folded bedding set that you know to be yours stacked nicely on a chair. He washed my bedding? You’re confused as you get out of bed, realizing you’re not even fully naked anymore. 

You check the bathroom and see your little box of toys on the counter, the one you used last night already cleaned and put away. You grab the box and put it back in your closet before returning to the bathroom for a much needed shower and brushing of your teeth and tongue. You can still taste yourself and you’d rather not anymore. 

Once you’re clean and your breath minty fresh, you return to your room towelless and grab a pair of underwear as well as the closest shirt you can find. When did I get this shirt? runs through your mind as you put it on. You dry your hair as best you can and head out to find the man that made you see stars last night.

He’s in the kitchen cooking. And this scene seems all too familiar. You bury the memory as far back as you can as you enter the kitchen. 

“Hey,” you mumble loud enough that he doesn’t jump in shock like last time. No, stop thinking about it.

He turns around and his mouth drops. You’re wearing his shirt. He took it off and just wore his hoodie in the middle of the night when it got too hot. And now you’re wearing it. The neckline drapes over a shoulder and it stops just beneath your ass and it looks so fucking good on you. 

“Good morning. Or technically afternoon, baby.” He’s grinning as you wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest. 

“Thank you for cleaning up two days in a row. You don’t have to, you know.” He kisses the crown of your head and smiles. 

“No, I don’t have to. But does it make you happy or any less stressed?” You nod, resting your chin on one of his pecs, looking up at him. “Then I’m glad to do it.” You grin back at him. 

“Whatcha makin’?” You look around his giant frame to see various brunch foods, making your mouth drool. He steps away from you, going through your cabinets until he finds a plate, and serves up what you consider the perfect brunch. 

“Trying this again. Since last time it had a bad ending. Brunch for you.” He sets the plate down on the island counter before casually lifting you up to sit on the counter as well. You start munching on the food, ignoring the needy hands rubbing up and down your thighs or the lips on your shoulder. You look around for his plate but see nothing. 

“Wait. Where’s yours?” You're genuinely confused. Who makes brunch for one person? He just shrugs, his kisses leading back up your neck. 

“Already had it after I went running.” His hands slide farther up your thighs this time, landing on your hips and playing with your underwear. “But I wouldn’t mind seconds.” He gently bites your neck, lifting your hips to drag the underwear off and pulling you closer to the edge. His lips meet yours for a very hungry kiss for just a moment before he’s dropping to his knees, pushing your knees apart. 

“What are you doing?” You gasp, one hand flying to grab his hair while the other braces behind you to keep yourself up.

“Brunch,” he murmurs, tossing the underwear on the counter. He kisses up your thigh so slowly that you have enough time to contemplate yelling at him. The phrase ‘hurry up’ is on the tip of your tongue when he gives up on teasing and attaches his mouth to your cunt. 

You throw your head back, hand on his head, pushing him as close to you as you can. 

“Fuck, Kookie. Right fucking there, please. Fingers too.” He happily obliges, thrilled you're asking for more from him. He sucks on your clit, bringing two fingers to rub up and down your entrance before pressing them in, earning a deep moan from within you. He gives you half a second before he’s pumping them in and out of you, lapping up any juices that you produce. 

He’s working hard and fast but every time you feel yourself getting close, he brings it down to a slow pace and it’s not like you can lie to him about it. He’s got your body figured out perfectly. 

Fingers still working their magic, he spreads your legs farther and pulls you closer, giving you no choice but to lay back on the counter to give him more access. He kisses your rim, deeply pressing the tip of his tongue against it a few times and you’re crying. 

“Jungkook. Please. I can- I can’t. Stop teasing me, I can't take it.” You feel yourself getting overwhelmed again as he removes his fingers drenched in arousal from you, teasing your rim with one finger. He whispers relax and you do just that, crying out a moan as he presses his index finger in slowly and surprisingly easily. 

“Can I do another, baby? Or is that too much?”

You nod your head against the counter. 

“Another,” is all you can squeak out. 

“How did I go this long without you in my life? Fuck.” He grins, biting on your thigh briefly. He lines his middle finger up underneath his index finger after coating it with more of your arousal. He ever so slowly enters both fingers in your resisting hole and you want to cry from both pain and pleasure, crying fuck that’s good over and over until he’s passed both knuckles. 

He allows you a moment to recover from the sensation until his fingers curl, hooking in you as he reattaches his mouth to you. His fingers fuck your ass, his tongue your pussy. It’s the perfect combo as you cry out, begging to come, suddenly feeling a bit more confident when he bites down around your clit. 

“Feels so fucking good, Kookie. Fuck, I love when you play with my ass. Don’t fucking stop.” You roll your hips against his face, moaning as an arm reaches around your lower half to hold it down. His tongue works wonders on you and you’re losing your mind again. His mouth pulls away for barely a moment. 

“Come for me, baby. Feed me your cum.”  And then his mouth reattaches, working harder than before. Your orgasm hits you like an unsuspected tsunami and you try bucking your hips, but his hold on you is tight. You cry out, unaware of whatever is coming out of your mouth. Switching between thank you, fuck yes, and his personal favorite you’re so fucking good as you ride out the rest of your high. 

He slowly removes his fingers after cleaning you up with his tongue, loving the sound of your whimpers, and stands up. He used to think the final bell alerting that he won a match was his favorite sound in the world, but he thinks maybe the sounds you make for him are his new favorite. The view of you being a ruined mess below him might also be pretty high on the list of favorite views. 

He puts your underwear back on, lifting your hips to help. He grabs both of your hands, intertwining them with his, and helps you sit back up. “Hi,” he whispers softly when you look at him. 

“You need to start warning me before you touch me like that. I think my brain is melting.” You bring one of your joined hands to the side of your head and wince at the throb inside. He lets out a soft laugh, leaning forward to kiss your temple. 

“I'm sorry baby. But also, you’re welcome? Or thank you?” You grumble out a hum, resting your forehead on his shoulder. Your vision allows you to look straight down where you can see that he’s once again hard.

“How aren’t you dying from not orgasming?” You trail a finger around his waist. 

“Oh I'm pretty sure I am. But until then,” he grabs your finger, giving it a kiss. “Finish your food. I’m going to get rid of this situation.” He lets go of you and starts walking back to your bathroom when one question stops him in his tracks. 

“Can I see?” 

He turns to you, slightly tenser than before. 

“No.” 

“Why not?” You’re pouting now which is just making him harder. 

“Because I can’t focus with you around, baby. I’ll end up coming.” 

“But I wanna see how you stop yourself when you so clearly need to come…” He shakes his head, making his way back to the bathroom. 

“Another time, baby.” He shouts, turning the shower on.

“Hey! Are you going to pay my water bill for all the showers you’re taking?” You shout from the kitchen, returning back to eating your delicious meal. 

“If that’s what you want, I will.” He responds, voice somewhat strained. 

You continue eating in silence. You can hear the faintest of grunts from the bathroom, but not enough to be sure if it’s him or your imagination. 

He returns ten minutes later in his fresh pair of underwear and back in his joggers and hoodie. You’re curled up on the couch scrolling through your various streaming services trying to find something interesting. He sits next to you, taking the remote from you and turning the tv off for a moment. 

“Since we’re all about communication now, we need to discuss what happened last night.” He tries to sound calm and like it wasn’t a big deal, but you remember last night. You remember him asking you to be his and you saying yes over and over.

“Okay…” You can only look at him for a moment before your eyes have to find a random object in the house. There’s a piece of mail on your coffee table that looks nice and interesting. 

“You didn’t mean it when I asked you to be mine.”

Mail is no longer interesting, your eyes snap to his. 

“No, Jungkook. Not…not like that. I admit you’re right that there’s something here. I’m not going to deny that. I just…I don’t know. I’m not there yet? Relationships are a weird concept for me, it just takes longer for me to adjust. I’m sorry.” You expect him to get upset again, to yell and say something horrible. But he just nods. 

“It’s okay. We’ll go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.” He pauses, figuring out his next words. You can tell he looks nervous, like he’s on the verge of panicking. 

“And I hope you don’t think when I said mine I meant like as my property or as my sex toy. I didn’t. I would never think of you like that and I just really feel horrible about last time and-” 

He didn’t even register you getting closer to him so it took him by complete surprise when your lips were cutting off his apology. You wrap your fingers in the hair around the nape of his neck, bringing his lips closer for just a moment before pulling back with a smile. 

“I get it. You’re possessive. I’m okay with that…to an extent. Just not in the context of you calling me a slut. Which, by the way. You can be all possessive and call me a slut and degrade me all you want in bed, if you’re into that. But if you ever imply anything like that to me again outside of sex? You’re going to have problems.”

“Understood. I’m so sorry again-” your lips cut him off again. 

“Shut up. We’re past that. It’s done.” One more kiss. “There was some truth to my answer last night. I’m not going to go on any more dates and I’m not going to sleep with anyone else. I don’t know what that makes us, but can it be enough for right now? Until I figure this out?” He smiles and nods, leaning in for another kiss. You pull back. 

“Nuh-uh, mister. You’re going to kiss me into another orgasm and I need a rest. No more touching. You have no control.”

“I have no control? Which one of us lost control that started all of this?” He quips back, but he’s still smiling, giving the remote back to you and pulling you closer to him. 

“Mmmm. You. You could’ve let me get drunk and sad and dance around my apartment. But no, you had to come over in that stupid towel.”

He snickers, watching you land on a show you find comfort and nostalgia in, not even bothering to explain it to him or ask if he’s cool with it. You toss the remote onto the coffee table, grabbing the blanket from the other end of the couch and tucking yourself further into Jungkook’s side. 

You both fall asleep for god knows how long. You wake up to an obnoxious ringtone somewhere in your house and you angrily get up to find it, leaving Jungkook passed out on the couch. You find the evil noise maker in your room, not even bothering to check if it’s your phone. 

“What?”

“...Hello?”

“Yes, hello. What? Why are you calling?”

“Uh…is Jungkook there?”

You freeze, bringing the phone out to look at the caller ID. 

🥊Taehyung.

“Shit, I’m so so sorry. His ringtone is obnoxious and it just made me irrationally angry. Uhm, let…let me go wake him up.” 

“Oh. Okay…Who are you, by the way?”

“Y/n…my name’s y/n. Jungkook and I are…friends…I guess? Hold on.”

You mute the mic and rush out of your room and shake the sleeping man on your couch. He groans, lazily swatting you away, turning away from you.

“No you don’t.” You grumble, crawling on top of him. “Jungkook, it's Taehyung. Wake the fuck up.” 

He just groans again. 

“Fine. I’m not sorry, by the way.” You reach behind you and palm him, giving a small squeeze. His eyes shoot wide open, and he sits straight up, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other tearing your hand away from his junk.

“What the fuck?” He looks livid, but you just smile sweetly.

“You have the worst ringtone in existence and I answered it and it’s Taehyung and he probably hates me now. Here you go.” You pass the phone to him, tapping to unmute. He holds his glare on you, fingers digging into your side.

“Hey, Tae. What’s up?” You move to get off him, but he just holds you tighter. You wince and his grip lessens as you uncurl each of his fingers, forcing him to let you get up and head to your kitchen to get some water, allowing him at least a little privacy. 

You try to tune out his words but there’s some stuff you just catch, like the “yeah, her” after explaining who you were. And then laugh and groan that’s followed by “no I haven’t. It’s hard though.”  And finally the “oh shit, I forgot!” which is immediately followed by him jumping off the couch and hanging up with Taehyung. You leave the kitchen and he’s spinning in circles looking for all his stuff. 

“What happened?” You ask, holding two glasses of water. He stops spinning to look at you and groans. 

“I’m an idiot and the coach is going to kill me for forgetting. But I forgot the match is a whole fucking week long thing so I have to fly out tonight and I won’t be back until Sunday morning if I’m lucky.”

“Oh…that’s okay.” You look down at the two waters and you don’t even realize you’re pouting until he’s in front of you, cupping your face.

“Hey. Don’t pout. I’ll be back next week. And I won’t be restraining myself anymore or busy training Tae. Which means more dates and more chances to completely ruin you.” You raise an eyebrow at him through your squished face in his palms. 

“Are you sure I’m not just a sex object to you?” You watch his expression fall into one about to panic and shake your head. “Kookie, I’m kidding. You’re in the middle of abstaining, so all you can think about right now is sex. It makes sense. I’ll gladly be your sex object next week.”

“You’re not my sex obj-“

“You’ll text me, yeah? Doesn’t have to be constant. Just, like, when you land or get to the hotel. I don’t know. Just so, like, if you die, I’ll know where to tell the investigators to start looking for the murderer.” 

He grins something like a jester, full of mischief. “Baby…are you saying you’re going to miss me?” His large hands grab the two waters from you, placing them on the table next to you.

“No…” Your eyes dart between his. There’s a certain sparkle mixed into the gorgeous dark brown that you’re just now noticing and want to get lost in. You want to see them in the sunlight. “Okay, maybe.” 

His tattooed hand grabs yours, intertwining your fingers before bringing them up to his lips and giving the back of your hand a kiss. Tucking your hand between his pecs, he lowers his head to level with yours for better eye contact. 

“I promise to text you at the bare minimum of three times a day.”

“You don’t have to do three a da-”

“Three times a day. In return for at least one from you.”

You nod in agreement, mumbling out okay. He breaks your hands apart, offering you his pinky and you wrap your own pinky around his, thumbs from both hands meeting up to press against one another. 

“There. Now it’s legal. At least one a day, baby. Okay?” 

“Okay. You act like I’m going to ghost you…”

“No, you won’t ghost me. I know where you live. But what I fear is you getting in that pretty big brain of yours and overthinking every single moment.” Your mouth drops open in offense and you glare at him.

“Rude.” He’s right though, but he doesn’t need to know that. He just laughs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. 

“I gotta go pack and then head to the gym before getting on my flight. You’ll be good for me, yeah?” 

You nod and he gives you one final kiss before leaving your apartment. You can hear his front door open and close and him running around the place trying to pack as fast as possible. Sitting back down on the couch, you hate yourself because you’re actually moping over a guy. Moping? You? Over a guy? Since when?

Monday was easy to forget about Jungkook being away for a week. It was your first official day at the record shop and you were with Namjoon and Jimin. It wasn’t a very difficult job to learn. You got the hang of it pretty fast, so that by the time the two guys left and were replaced by Jeongyeon and Felix, you felt like working there was second nature. The moment Jeongyeon saw you, she squealed, pulling you to the back room and locking the door. 

“Who took you home? Was it neighbor man? What happened all weekend? Tell me everything!”

You laugh, filling her in on him picking you up from the bar, the speed date, the real date. You skimmed over him helping you masturbate and eating you out on the kitchen counter. You told her about the match and the week apart and her eyes glimmered that same look of mischief Jungkook’s had the day prior. 

“Gonna send him something spicy?”

You stare at her.

“Not like a full nude, because you obviously aren’t there yet. But like, sexy lingerie or something just to tease him with.”

“Nooooo. No no. I don’t do those types of photos.”

“Why the hell not?! You’ve got the curves. And you’ve got a man who literally can’t get off until Sunday. How much fun would it be to tease him?” You shake your head. 

“No. I…I can’t do that.” You sigh, shrugging your shoulders. “Anyway. What happened with you and Jimin?” 

Her face reddens and she shrinks in on herself. 

“We made out…”

“I saw that at the bar. What else?”

“He didn’t want to do anything while we were drunk. Which I appreciate. But fuck, I wish for once he’d just do what he wanted. I’m dying over here.” You both laugh, stopping immediately when the door handle jiggles. You unlock it and Felix pokes his head past the door, sending a look to Jeongyeon. 

“Soooo. You gonna come work or am I soloing it tonight?”

“Not sure. What happened Friday night? Did you solo it there too or was it a threesome?” She clips back and you gasp. 

“Oh I forgot about that! What the hell happened after you left with them, Felix?!” 

You both watch as Felix’s entire face turns red. It almost looks like he’s sweating too. 

“Just hurry up.” He snaps at Jeongyeon as he turns away and stomps off. 

“Oh yeah. He absolutely had a threesome. I’m so proud.” Jeongyeon cackles, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. She turns back to you. 

“Okay. Go home. Put on something sexy. Send neighbor man something risqué and drive him crazy. You got this.” 

You groan as she drags you out of the back room. You grab your stuff and make the split second decision to go to the mall instead of your apartment. You’re just going to look at the lingerie.

You come home with three new sets. You hate Jeongyeon and her enabling ways and you loathe the sales associates for their selling skills. You leave the bag on the counter and leave it be until you feel confident enough to look at your impulse purchases. 

You spend the rest of the evening on the couch, Netflix in the background with a homemade margarita in hand, looking over the texts Jungkook sent throughout the day. 

🎤Jungkook🎤(1:28pm): Landed this morning. Our hotel is cool. So’s the view.

🎤Jungkook🎤(1:31pm): *sent two photos*

The first is the hotel room. It looks pretty big and the bed looks like a king size bed, which looks way more comfortable than your bed. The second photo is of the view, a wide view of the entire city. He must be pretty high up to be able to see that far away. You try figuring out where he is based on the photo alone, but stop yourself, feeling like if you find out, you might end up actually going to the hotel to be with him. Stop thinking things like that. You don’t need to be around him all the time.

🎤Jungkook🎤(6:42pm): Trained all day. Feel like dying. 

🎤Jungkook🎤(6:43pm): Tae doesn’t hate you btw. He hates my ringtone too.

🎤Jungkook🎤(6:43pm): I think it’s fire. You’re both crazy.

🎤Jungkook🎤(6:50pm): We’re getting dinner and then I’m passing out. I’ll text you tomorrow.

🎤Jungkook🎤(8:31pm): I miss you baby 🥺

You laugh at his sporadic updates, trying not to acknowledge the fluttering you feel inside at the last message. Instead, you stick to your promise of at least one a day. 

You(8:59pm): First day at the record shop was fun. There were no issues and I think I’ve got the hang of it already. Went to the mall. Bought some stuff you might enjoy. Idk. 👙

You press send and set your phone down to finish off the margarita and settle in on the couch, hugging one of the blankets from Jungkook’s apartment that he left on your bed close to you. Your phone buzzes a minute later. Grabbing it, you see Jungkook trying to facetime you. You smirk, putting the phone back down and ignoring the call. You promised at least one a day and you are a bare minimum kind of girl. He can wait. 

He calls two more times before sending a slew of texts.

🎤Jungkook🎤(9:04pm): Answer the call, y/n.

🎤Jungkook🎤(9:04pm): You can’t do that.

🎤Jungkook🎤(9:05pm): You can’t say you bought something, send that emoji, and then not answer.

🎤Jungkook🎤(9:06pm): Sparkles answer the phone.

🎤Jungkook🎤(9:10pm): Baby?

You leave each message on read, giggling the entire time. You do feel bad, but it’s very little compared to how much you love teasing him. You figure he’ll get rewarded for his suffering tomorrow. You’re too comfy now and have no desire to be on the phone this late. 

Next day is pretty much copy and paste, Except this time you open with Jeongyeon and Felix. It’s a little more chaotic. Mainly because of Jeongyeon’s chaotic energy and trying to get you and Felix to fully open up to her. Felix still won’t talk about what he did with Chris and Yuna and you can see how much it’s killing her not to know.

Jungkook sent brief updates on stuff happening today. More training for Taehyung. Interviews and press related things that sounded like hell. And his last text was a picture of dinner that looked quite sad since Taehyung was on a strict diet, therefore Jungkook was too. 

That night, you break out one of the sets from yesterday. You put on the one you felt most confident in. A black lacy bra with a lace hemline going around to the back. There’s an extra piece of a lace strap pulling down from either shoulder to the bottom middle of the bra to really make your breasts stand out. The underwear is of the same detail and fabric, but there’s no back, just two straps that connect across your upper thighs. You move the full standing mirror to be in front of your bed and take, you assume, hundreds of photos.

You finally land on two. One really emphasizing on your “divine breasts” as you both jokingly called them what feels like a lifetime ago. And the other with your back turned to the camera, ass resting on your feet as you point your camera at the mirror. You can just make out a cheeky smile on your face and you have a feeling that if he’s able to look at anything other than your ass, it’ll be that smile that tortures him. 

Jungkook finally walks into his hotel room, exhausted from the day. The fight isn’t until Saturday, but there’s already so much press around Taehyung’s match. He’s exhausted. He’s hungry. He wants you in this stupid giant bed. Not even for sex, though he’s never going to deny wanting that. He just wants you near him. You feel comfortable and safe. Like if he had his arms around you, all his stress would dissolve immediately. 

He tosses his stuff on the table by the window and falls back onto the bed. He should shower, brush his teeth, wash his face, everything else, but he just wants to sleep. He’s on the edge of falling asleep when his phone dings a specific notification sound. He shoots up, grabbing the phone. It’s you. He knows it’s you, he made your text tone a specific sound so he’d know to never ignore it.

His lock screen greets him with a notification.

✨Baby (10:54PM):  *sent two images* Sorry about yesterday. We did promise I would send at least one a day and I’m a bare minimum kind of girl. 🍑

He can barely make out what they are from the tiny notification. But when he opens the message, he nearly drops his phone. No no no no. Fuuuuuuuck. Why? His other hand flies to his crotch to immediately put pressure against his stirring erection. You better fucking answer this time. 

You don’t. He calls three more times. Nothing. On the last call he lets it go to voicemail, laying down, removing himself from his pants and briefs, and putting the phone on speaker next to his head.

“Baby, why won’t you answer the phone? Don’t you know how much torture this is? You send me those photos, yet deprive me of hearing your voice? Make me imagine what you’d sound like coming around my fingers while wearing that?” He groans, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock while the other stokes the head, edging himself the same way he did in your shower. 

“You’re going to be in so much fucking trouble when I see you on Sunday, baby. And you better be fucking wearing that and have all your toys ready to be used and your vibrators charged. Everything, baby. I’m going to fucking ruin that pussy and your ass, I swear. You’ll only want my cock after I’m done with you.” 

He’s not even sure what he’s saying anymore, too focused on bringing himself to the tipping point. He performs the same makeshift cock ring trick he’s done so many times now and stops himself from coming, crying out a groan towards the phone. 

“You better be fucking ready.” He grunts as he hangs up the phone. 

You’re changed back into your pajamas when you finally check your phone, having left it on silent and in a different room knowing full well he’d call again. You weren’t expecting a voicemail. And you surely weren’t expecting that kind of voicemail. The temptation to call him back was too strong. Instead you popped in your airpods, brought out the vibrator he fucked you with, and spent the rest of the night getting off to him edging himself and his threats that you’re positive are anything but empty. 

Wednesday you decide not to tease him. Instead you send him two texts. One talking about your day and the other of you, Jeongyeon and Felix at work. You noted that Jeongyeon was the one that suggested the speed dating idea. He asked you to thank her. 

Thursday, it suddenly hits you that you haven’t seen him since Sunday and you’re actually sad about it. You genuinely miss him and you’re not sure what to do about it. Yesterday, Jeongyeon and Jimin had suggested going to wherever the match was and surprising him, confessing your affection like a KDrama. Felix said that was too much and you should wait until he’s back. It’s not until a guy comes into the store, very openly flirting with you, mistaking your customer service personality for flirting back, that you use the term you’ve always feared when Jungkook asked you out. 

“Oh. Sorry, I have a boyfriend…he’s a boxer.” Partially true, partially false. But this guy doesn’t need to know that. Once the guy leaves, Jeongyeon is on top of you, squealing. 

“BOYFRIEND?!” She yells obnoxiously and you’re smiling, still in disbelief you actually said the word out loud. “Girl, there is no fucking way you don’t fly out to that match tomorrow and tell him. You’ll chicken out Sunday and you know it.” She’s not wrong.

“But… I don’t know where it is. He didn’t tell me. Not to mention he didn’t want me there.”

“That was a lie and you know it, y/n. You don’t work tomorrow. GO. Operation: Get our men is still in effect.”

When you get home, you read over the various texts from Jungkook. They’re short and it’s very clear he’s busy. There’s no funny quips. No photos. Just the bare minimum of three texts and that’s it. 

You throw on the second outfit you bought. This one is a little less risqué. Mesh instead of lace and more straps. You sit on the bed normally, leaning back on one hand, taking a single photo, sending it off with three words you didn’t expect to say to him any time soon. 

I miss you. 💜

Once again, he calls and you don’t answer. Not to be a tease this time, you just don’t want to talk about what you just sent. That conversation you suddenly crave having is not one to do on the phone. You need to see him and it can’t be Sunday. It has to be as soon as possible. After three calls, he stops. Doesn’t send any texts after either. 

You go on Instagram and see if you can find any information about the match. It’s in a city that’s about a 2 hour flight away. You find Taehyung’s instagram and he’s dumb enough to have his DM’s open.

Y/n: Hey. This is a bit awkward. I’m y/n. I’m Jungkook’s “friend”? The girl he’s seeing? Idk how to label it to be honest. Please don’t tell him about me sending this. I was hoping to surprise him tomorrow night or before the game? Unless you guys are really busy or against that idea. I’m a bit lost. I just miss him?

Christ alive, y/n. Twice in an hour!? What are you going to say next? That you love him?

Twenty minutes later you get a response.

TaeV: Ah, yeah! The girl that answers other people’s phones and yells at them.

Y/n: Again. I am so sorry. I had just woken up to that god awful ringtone and I couldn’t murder a sleeping man. 

TaeV: No worries, love. He told me. I want to murder him every time that ringtone goes off as well. It’s horrid. 

TaeV: As for visiting. You are more than welcome to come.

You spend the rest of the night planning things out with Taehyung. The hotel, the flight information, getting a hold of a ticket for the match. Ways to make sure Jungkook doesn’t see you or know about you being there until the right moment. Everything. You apologize again for being rude to him on the phone and say thank you more times than you can count. 

You barely sleep. Too busy packing a bag. You know it’s excessive to bring checked luggage on such a short trip. But there is no way you were going through security with a box full of toys in your carry on. You neatly fold the last lingerie set you bought and tuck it in a corner. This suitcase looks ridiculous. Lingerie, two normal outfits, and sex toys. 

The flight out is a little after midday and you don’t land until the evening, where you’re picked up by a private driver who brings you to the hotel Taehyung and Jungkook are staying at. You quietly wait in the lobby until Taehyung exits the elevator, greeting you with a boxy grin full of mischief. 

“There’s the girl I’ve been waiting to finally meet!” He wraps both arms around you and hugs you tightly. He’s nowhere near as muscular as Jungkook but somehow is just as strong. 

“Nice to finally meet you, too!” You offer a smile but it’s a little weary, anxiety of the plan failing painted across your face.

“Don’t worry. He fell asleep while watching the discovery channel. He’s very bored. Come on. You’re staying in one of the private suites. So you need a fancy key to use on the elevator.”

He starts walking over to reception, and you stumble over yourself following behind.

“Suite? I can’t afford a suite, Taehyung. I can barely afford the janitor’s closet here. I thought I was staying somewhere else?” He ignores you as he finishes checking you in under a false name, grabbing two keycards from the receptionist. He turns back to you to usher you towards the elevator.

“First of all, call me Tae. Second, why do you think you got dropped off here? Of course you’re staying here. I’ll text you when we leave in the morning and that’s how he avoids seeing you until later. Also, it’s my treat.” He grins, grabbing your suitcase and pulling it into the elevator. He scans the keycard against a black box above the long list of floors. One of the higher numbers lights up, indicating that’s where you’re headed.

“Tae, you really don’t have to-”

“He really likes you, you know?” He interrupts, fidgeting with the cards. “Like…he really likes you. Borderline loves you, maybe. His words, not mine. I’m sure he told you about the concussions? Did he tell you who gave him the career ending one?” You shake your head and he grimaces.

“Me. I…I didn’t mean to? I wasn’t even aiming for his skull. It was a huge fluke and next thing I know he’s down on the ground almost unconscious. I visited him in the hospital to apologize and we kind of became friends from then on? After he retired, I convinced him he could still train, and I was dropped by my trainer because I lost all my matches after the one with Jungkook. So he became mine. And I’ve been winning because of him.”

You stay silent. The elevator doors open and he grabs your suitcase, walking you to one of the suites and tapping the same keycard against another black box on the door, unlocking it. You quietly follow inside. 

The room is huge. Or rather, the rooms are huge. There’s a kitchen, a small main room, a bedroom, and a full bathroom. He parks your suitcase in the bedroom and finds you still in the main room, sitting on the arm of the couch, looking around. He takes a deep breath.

“Like I said. He really likes you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him fully smile in the time I’ve known him. So if you make him this happy, then you’re worth the entire world, and it’d be a crime to not help you two be together.”

You want to cry; you feel the tears right there at the edge. There’s a sniffle, but it’s not from you. You look up at him and he’s openly crying in front of you. You quickly get up and pull him into a tight hug. His arms wrap around your shoulders and he continues to cry.

“Please don’t break his heart.” He stammers out and that’s all that needs to be said for you to shed a few tears as well. 

“I won’t. I promise.” You whisper as you both pull away, wiping your own tears off your face. 

Once you both compose yourselves again, he hands you both keycards.

“Why two?”

He raises one eyebrow at you, winking. “Why do you think? I assume you’re going to get freaky, hence the suite. I’m saving everyone from hearing you both screaming. Feel free to use the room service and the spa services. All on me.”

Your mouth drops and he laughs. “Have a great night, Sparkles. I’ll text you when we leave tomorrow on how to get in and such.” He doesn’t wait for a response, just skips out the door, finally allowing you to explore the suite. 

The bathroom is bigger than your kitchen. A walk in shower, a jacuzzi tub, two sinks and an insanely large mirror. The kitchen is slightly smaller but has all the fixings of a kitchen. You won’t be using it anyway. The bed is the same as the one in Jungkook’s photo. A king sized bed with the softest looking bedding. 

You order dinner through the room service, making a mental note of the price to pay Taehyung back, and watch TV in the main area. Jungkook texted you his three promised texts throughout the day, not really saying much. You wanted to just go down to his hotel room and knock on his door, but you knew you couldn’t. Instead, you got ready for bed, crawled in under the covers, and pressed Call. 

“Baby?”

“Hi…”

“Hey.” You hear a small chuckle, making you smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just a long day today. Hoping this counts as my one text.”

“Oh it counts.” Another laugh. You let out a smaller laugh, ending in a sigh. “Why do you sound so sad, baby?” You shrug, as if he can see you and cower further under the covers. 

“I’m not sad. I’m happy, I promise. I just miss you. I didn’t want to wait until Sunday to talk to you…to hear your voice…” There’s a long pause followed by a sigh on the other end.

“Baby. Do you have an idea what that’s doing to my heart right now? If you miss me, why haven’t you answered a single call? Why only one text a day?”

“I don’t want to talk about it over the phone…”

“Then FaceTime me.”

“That’s still over the phone. I…I’m trying to wait. It’s a serious conversation and serious conversations should be in person. I just called because I wanted to hear your voice and say I miss you, okay?” You sound slightly irritated, but you hope it doesn’t come off that way. Tears are also falling again but that’s unimportant. 

“Okay. Fine. We can talk the second I land, okay?” You hum in agreement. “Is there anything else, baby?”

“No…”

“As much as I want to stay on the phone with you, I have to be up early to train with Tae before the fight. So I’m going to have to go, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, Kookie.” You can hear his cheesy grin over the phone.

“Goodnight, Sparkles.” You both hang up and sleep quickly overtakes you.

You sleep in just a little later than planned, though it doesn’t matter much since the match isn’t until 7pm.

You spend the entire day getting ready for tonight, giving yourself a spa day to ensure every inch of your skin is soft, muscles relaxed, and mind cleared. Taehyung finally texts you around 4pm that they’re at the venue. You give yourself the preplanned one hour to get dressed into your tightest ripped skinny jeans, a bra that does fantastic things for you, a tight, form fitting shirt, and some combat boots. Jungkook did text you already saying he was heading over to the venue. You had responded with a good luck gif and a bunch of hearts and ordered an Uber.

You get dropped off at the back of the venue, a man already waiting for you. He ushers you inside and leads you to a training room that is mostly empty, save for a training mat, a few chairs, and some workout equipment you couldn’t name if you tried. Jungkook is holding his hands up, counting in a rhythm as Taehyung punches along with the rhythm. You’re honestly a bit clueless as to what’s happening, too focused on the tattooed man that has his back to you. Taehyung glances at you briefly, causing him to miss a punch. Jungkook lets out a groan of frustration, walking further away from you to grab his water. Taehyung just smiles at you and winks. This man is a flirt, you guess, a dangerous one at that. 

“You can’t miss a punch like that, Tae! Come on, let’s do it again.” He shakes out his hands, head down as he walks back to where they were previously. Taehyung stares at him before shaking his head. 

“Nah. I’m actually feeling pretty good about tonight. I’m going to get ready. Besides, you have a guest.” His boxy grin returns as Jungkook lifts his head up to follow his friend’s line of sight, landing directly on you. “See ya, buddy. Remember 6:30.” He pats the dumbfounded boy on the shoulder and walks past you, whispering “Get him, Sparkles.” You suppress the laugh behind your smile and nod as he leaves you both alone, closing the door on his way out. 

Jungkook is still frozen, so you take it upon yourself to approach him slowly.

“Surprise?” You cautiously raise your hands up like jazz hands. 

“I’ll fuckin’ say. I thought I said I didn’t want you to come.”

That hurt. “Oh…I didn’t think…I thought…Tae said…”

“Tae said? You’re friends with Tae? Since when?” 

“Uhh…Thursday night? I asked him about surprising you…he said you’d be excited. But you’re clearly not…”

“I am…fuck, I am, baby. But…I meant it when I said you’d be a distraction. Especially in that.” He gestures to your outfit. 

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” You pout, spinning around so he’d get a full view of every curve on you. “I thought it was cute. I don’t really know what one wears to a boxing match and this was so last minute, I didn’t have time to look it up-”

Two hands are on your face, a pair of lips pressed against yours to shut you up. You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hair, tugging when his hands leave your face, dropping straight to your thighs as he lifts you up without breaking the kiss. He moves quickly, bringing you to the closest wall and pinning you there, tongue sliding along your lips as you open up to him and allow him to devour you.

“There is absolutely nothing fucking wrong with your outfit, baby.” 

His voice has dropped an octave and his words rumble through his chest and against your neck as he bites down. 

“What’s wrong is that I have to focus on helping Tae win.” He rolls his hips into you, licking across your neck, tilting your head back as he breathes against the center of your throat. “Now all I can think about is ripping this perfect outfit off of you and pounding into you so hard that you can’t walk for a fucking week.” His hands roughly slide up your thighs, violently gripping the meat of your ass in your jeans. You mewl, pulling his hair back to pull his mouth off of you. 

“Wait wait wait. You have to wait.”

The voice he makes reminds you of a predator about to rip apart its prey.

“No. No more waiting.”

He tightens his hold on you, bringing you to the training mat and laying you down, hovering over you, keeping himself up with hands on either side of your head. 

“I need you. I need to be in you. Now, baby. Say I can. Please.” He’s begging against your lips as he staggers his thrusts against your pelvis. You shake your head.

“No no no, Kookie. Stop. We need to talk first.” 

“Please.” He’s desperate and frustrated. 

“No.” You harden your voice and his hips freeze. He moves to get off you, but you just hold him in place. 

“I didn’t say move. I said wait.” You breathe out a laugh at the look of horny confusion on his face. “Let me say what I flew out here to say and then we can go from there, okay?” He tentatively nods and you take a deep breath, eyes darting between his.

“Jungkook. You are insane. You sing karaoke in the middle of the night on weekdays and walk around in annoying towels, taunting me. You have literally the worst ringtone in the universe. And you like to torture yourself by not coming. You’re possessive. You prefer beer over whiskey. And you’d rather see the future than revisit the past. But you eat just as much as I do and don’t judge me for it. You prefer night over day. Movies over books. You let me make Little Mermaid puns before sex. And most importantly, for some weird reason, you like me.” You both laugh. He wants to interrupt, but he lets you continue. 

“The other day, a customer flirted with me.” You see his jaw clench, but ignore it. “It was super awkward. But when he asked me out, wanna know what I said?”

“Better have been to fuck off,” he huffs.

“Better. I told him I had a boyfriend. And that he was a boxer. He didn’t need to know that you used to be, because frankly that’s not his business. But in that split moment of telling that guy that, Jungkook…it finally hit me. I don’t just miss you, I like you. Borderline love you, maybe.” His eyes meet yours and narrow at that last sentence, a smile still plastered on his face. 

“You talked to Tae, didn’t you?” 

“Besides the point.” You wave a hand. “The point is, Jungkook. If you’re still down for it, and judging from what’s going on down below, you are, I think I’d like to give this relationship thing a try. I want to call you mine, and I'll be yours for real…” You cradle his face in your hands, waiting for an answer. He’s silent for just a moment, but it feels longer.

“My baby? My Sparkles? My y/n?” He’s grinning ear to ear, you can feel it under your palms. You nod your head, bringing his face closer to yours.

“My Kookie. My Attractive Pajama Man. My Jungkook.” You whisper before your lips meet his.

And it’s right back to where you left off. His hips are right back rutting against you while your hands leave his face, reaching under the waistband of his shorts to grab his swollen cock. You’re only able to give two strokes before a guttural groan escapes his lips.

“No, I can’t. Not yet. After the match. After the match, I'm all yours, baby.” You let go of him and sigh.

“Show me, then.”

“What?”

“Show me how you edge yourself. How you did it when you left me the voicemail. I want to see.”

“No, baby. I can’t if you’re here.”

“You did it in my apartment. Twice, I think. Maybe more than I know?”

“It’s different.” He grumbles and you pout, quickly moving to flip you both over. You scoot back so you’re sitting closer to his knees. 

“Show me.” You cross your arms, looking up at the clock on the wall. “You have 10 minutes before Tae comes back in here. Show me.” He actually whines at your demand, cautiously pulling his painful erection out, and begins going through the same motions he’s done before. 

“I don’t think I can do it, baby. I’m going to come.”

“Don’t. Tell me when you’re just about there. When you can feel the sharp burning pain inside you, desperate to explode. When your breath is so shallow, you’re not even sure it’s there anymore. When your vision starts to go fuzzy and your hearing goes in and out. Tell me.” Your speech is very reminiscent of the speech he gave you on your second night together all those weeks ago.

“I’m th-there. I’m there.” His eyes are shut, his teeth ripping into his bottom lip. It’s so fucking hot.

“Stop it, Jungkook. Don’t come. Stop yourself right now.” You’re trying to sound dominant. But you gave up on that possibility with him a long time ago, though maybe now that you were together, he’d be up to trying a few things. 

You watch his hands work on autopilot as one wraps around the base and the other roughly squeezes his balls. The deep groan he lets out is carnal as he arches his back and you watch his grip tighten for a second before he collapses back down. Just a smear of precum leaking from his tip. 

“Jesus fucking christ, Kookie.” You’re panting as if you’re the one who was just denied an orgasm.

“I’m never doing that again.” He grumbles, slowly tucking himself back into his shorts.

“What? Edging in front of me?”

“No. Going two weeks without fucking you. That was fucking torture. You’re heading straight to my hotel room when this is done, understand?” You shake your head, getting up to find your purse that you tossed aside when he picked you up. He slowly gets up, watching your every move.

“Nope. You’ll be coming to my hotel room when this is done. Understand?” You mimic as you hand him the other keycard Taehyung gave you. 

“And Kookie?” You wait for him to look up from the keycard. “I brought the toys.” You grin as his mouth drops, eyes dark and full of lust. “But don’t think about coming to my room if Tae loses.” You pop open the door and walk out, leaving him behind, and heading in what you hope is the right direction to where your seat should be. 

If someone asked you what happened during the match that you were in the second row for, you wouldn’t be able to tell them a damn thing. You don’t remember the score, or if that’s even a thing in boxing. You don’t even remember if Taehyung got knocked down at any point. What you do know is his trainer was so focused on making sure he won, that he didn’t even spare you a quick glance. And you loved it. You loved watching him in his element. He was confident, powerful, and so sexy. 

The bell rang, signifying the winner, and you finally looked at the ring to see Taehyung’s arm being lifted and a belt being handed to him. You stood up, cheering for him for the first time tonight. A moment later, your eyes finally locked with Jungkook’s and the unspoken conversation there made you book it from the venue immediately. 

It took 20 minutes to get back to the hotel. Two to get inside the lobby, go up the elevator, and enter the suite. You quickly bring out the box, setting it on the foot of the bed and removing the butt plug Jungkook had admired, and head straight for the bathroom. You clean up, take off your makeup, and prepare your tight hole before inserting the buttplug. 

You change into the last set you bought. A wired basque with so many straps, you didn’t even know where to begin with putting it on. There are no cups for your breasts, just about six straps of varying sizes that somehow not only keep the girls up, but make them look absolutely fantastic. It came with a matching thong and thigh-high tights to clip the garter clips to. You bought some black heels to complete the look, knowing full well you’d take them off within 2 minutes. 

You turn off most of the lights, leaving just the bathroom one on so when you take a picture in front of the mirror by the closet, the photo is dark and the only light is what’s reflecting off the little metal clasps on your many straps. You send the photo to Jungkook, knowing full well he’s in one of many post-match interviews and simply add the word Hurry and hit send. 

After sitting around in the main area, all lights back on, you hear a beep at the door. 

Finally and Oh fuck are the only two thoughts crossing your mind. You stand up, clenching around the toy currently in your backside and lean against the back of the couch as he enters the suite. He had to dress moderately professional for the post-match interviews and he hated it. He kicks off his shoes as he looks around the room like a kid in a candy store looking for a specific candy, that specific candy being you. 

His eyes land on your body first, your breasts to be more specific. His eyes roam over every inch of your body at least three times, taking it all in. The black, the straps in all the right places, the tights, you. His eyes flit up to yours and he reaches for his belt. 

“Tell me the underwear isn’t attached.” You smirk and shake your head.

“It’s not.” His eyes don’t leave your body for a second as he removes his belt, dropping it on the floor, doing the same with his shirt. 

“Good. You’re keeping that on while I fuck you. Get the fuck in that bedroom and on that bed.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

“Fuck, don’t say that.”

“Sorry, sir,” you quip back, turning away from him to head into the room. His eyes take in your backside, landing on the little bit of color peeking between your cheeks as you crawl on the bed. 

“What’s that?” You hum questioningly as you start turning to face him, but he grabs your hips, forcing you to still as he manhandles you. He shoves your legs apart, keeping your ass in the air, opening yourself up to him. He runs two fingers across the toy.

“When did you do this?” He presses down on it, making you moan.

“As soon as I got back from the match. So you didn’t have to prep me. So I’d be ready for you the second you walked in.” You pant in between sentences as he had started rubbing those two fingers against your clothed slit, getting your thong nice and soaked.

“Fuck, my baby did all this for me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, moving the small piece of fabric to the side and shoving his tongue between your folds. You mewl, resisting the urge to pull yourself away from him, and instead pushing back closer to him. He trails his tongue down, flicking your clit with the tip, grinning as you buck your hips. He pulls away from you, once again taking in the view of you. Ass up, plugged up, body strapped down. It’s perfect, a dream come true. 

“Mmm, thank you for all of this, baby.” He smooths his hands over your cheeks before slapping them one by one a few times, massaging the mark he leaves after each slap. “Baby, is the plug just for fun, or can I stuff you with my cock?” 

“For whatever you want, Kookie. It’s your hole now.” You whine out, dragging the box closer to you, rummaging in it and holding out the new bottle of lube to him.

“Y/n, I told you, you’re not a sex object to-”

“Your pussy. Your hole. My cock. My balls. That’s what a relationship is, now fuck me, Jungkook.” You’re desperate and horny and your voice shows it as you shove the lube back at him.

“Are you sure, y/n? I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” You sigh out a groan of frustration, turning to cautiously sit in front of him. 

“Jungkook. Look at me. You still don’t know me sexually that well. If I wasn’t into it, I wouldn’t have let you thumb me the first time we had sex. Look at the box of fucking toys. I like sex, Jungkook. I like being manhandled, I like being choked, I like being degraded, but I also enjoy praise.” You list the things you’re into while momentarily laying back to remove your thong, flinging it aside and sitting back up. 

“I like when you fuck me so deep I could feel you in my stomach. I like when you play with my ass. I like when you let me lick you clean after you come in the condom. Hell, that shit you did with my toy where we both licked it clean? Didn’t know I was into that until I did it.” 

Your hands fidget with his jeans, unbuckling them and pulling them down with his underwear, allowing his very swollen and very red cock to spring out to greet you. 

“I like your cock. I like your cum. I like your body. I like you.” You lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock without laying a finger on him. “I like you enough to let you do literally whatever you want with me whenever you want and however you want. Because, Jungkook, I fucking love how I feel with you. It’s new and exciting and terrifying and euphoric and so if you want to fuck my ass, fucking fuck my ass already.” You huff, putting the lube in his hand. 

“You should’ve done that speech as your confession.” His smug grin is shortly followed by a low hiss as you lightly smack his cock. “Okay, sorry. Where are the condoms?”

You shrug. “In the box. But you don’t have to. I mean. I’m clean and I have an IUD…” He nods as you trail off.

“Okay. How about this? Butt stuff is condom, pussy time is condomless? Just for a little safety and being sanitary is good.”

You laugh. “Okay. But never call it pussy time ever again.”

“Noted, baby.” He lifts your chin and leans down to give you a chaste kiss, but you bring his lips back to yours before he can get away and deepen the kiss. You pull him with you as you lay back. Feeling his cock against your stomach. His lips leave yours to trail kisses down your throat, across your collarbones, and across the straps holding your breasts in place. He plays with the straps, moving them around and to the side, until he gets both breasts free. He doesn’t touch them, not yet at least. 

He sits up on his knees, one hand playing with different ways to tug on the straps of your harness while the other reaches for the box, finding the rabbit he fucked you with before. 

“Have you used this since, baby?” You nod and his eyes widen slightly. “When?” 

“When you left the voicemail.” He nods half-mindedly, running the tip up your center, gathering your arousal. 

“You got off to the sound of my voice?” You whimper out a yes and he teasingly enters you with just the tip. “I affect you that much, baby?” He already knows your answer, he can see it glistening on the toy. He doesn’t wait for it either as he eases the toy all the way in, giving you a second before turning it on. 

You almost scream, back arching off the bed and scrambling for something to grab, landing on one of the straps now around your breast. 

“Fuck, Kookie. Fuck me, please. Need to feel you.”

“You will, baby. But I remember someone mentioning being into DP.” His eyes flit up to yours, darting back and forth between them, waiting for an objection. You throw your head back and groan, working your hips against the toy, since he wasn’t moving it. 

“Can you get back on your knees, baby?” The way he asks is so gentle, you can’t help but oblige as he aids to keep the toy in while you move. You gather up the pillows, ready to brace against them as he leaves the toy running, gathering up what’s needed. 

He teasingly pulls the plug out, saving your moans to memory and rolling the condom on. He squeezes the lube onto your hole, spreading it around and slipping his fingers past the ring of muscles to make sure you were really stretched for him. After being able to slip in three fingers without too much effort, he adds just a little more lube, sliding it across himself as well as he lines up to you. 

“You’ll let me know if it’s too much, right, y/n?” 

“I will.”

He nods, turning the vibrator off for a moment as he slowly begins to push past the ring. Your head drops at the incredible stretch he gives and your front half slips down into your pillow pile. 

“No. Get back up, Sparkles.” Wrapping his fingers around the straps closer to your shoulder blades, and pulling you back up. He smiles as you obey, finding a better way to plant your hands to keep you up. 

Once you’re situated better, he picks up the pace a bit, rocking his hips back and forth, pressing a little bit further each time. It hurts, but the pleasure of the stretch far outweighs the pain, especially with the feeling of the vibrator still inside your pussy. 

“Baby, I’m going to let you know right now, that I am absolutely not going to last that long with you this tight.” His voice is hoarse, as he finally bottoms out in you. You groan, looking longingly at the pillows you want to hold onto.

“That’s fine. Just please fucking move.”

He whispers okay a few times before reaching down and turning the vibrator back on, letting the thrusts begin for a second and watching you for a negative reaction first. When you say nothing except a line of various curses and whines, he resumes his own thrusts into you.

The feeling is like no other. Both holes are filled literally to the brim, stretched perfectly. Both moving inside you at different paces, making you unable to focus on literally anything else. You can’t even hear the groans coming from the man causing all this pleasure. The ears on the rabbit toy flutter perfectly against your clit and you’re already so close to losing it.

“Kookie, fuck. I’m not…I’m not going to make it, much longer. I need to…I need to…please.”

Your begging causes his hips to stutter, sending him deeper into your hole and you can’t take it anymore, crying out his name as you fall apart, clenching around both him and the toy. You don’t even notice him simultaneously pulling you up with the straps to be flush against his back, pushing himself in further. His other hand on the toy, pumping it further in and out of you.

“Look down, baby. Look down now.” 

You do as he says, watching his hand fuck the toy into you while his hips remain steady. The feeling in this position is a whole other world and you let it take over you, crying out again at a vaguely familiar sharp sensation inside of you. It’s not until your vision threatens to go dark that you realize what’s happening. He brings the toy about halfway out, tilting it up, and pumping it right there for a few seconds until you feel the sharp sensation snap. You fight against the blurry vision as you watch the toy being removed and you squirting all over the bed, screaming. 

You fight against the urge to pass out in his arms. Instead, you lean back to rest your head on his shoulder, facing his neck. Your hand goes for the hand holding the toy, guiding it back inside. 

“One more. Come with me, Kookie. Please. I can do it. One more.”

He tilts your head up to him so he can lock his lips to yours. “Fucking perfect. You’re perfect. Are you sure, baby?” You nod, bringing his other hand up to your throat, and he follows your silent instruction, wrapping it around your throat and applying pressure. 

The third orgasm comes without a warning, but the walls clenching around him being the only indicator it was about to happen. 

“FUCK” is the only word in his language as he lets go out of your throat, sending you both forward. You have to brace yourself quickly as he slams his hips into yours once more and lets out the most grating and jagged groan you’ve ever heard him make. He grips your hips against his and even through the condom, you can feel he’s still coming. You manage to reach underneath yourself to turn off the vibrator, but leave it inside.

After what feels like the longest fifteen seconds of his life, his grip on you lessens and he rolls to the side, pulling out of you completely, making you wince. But you ignore it, pulling the vibrator out right after and forcing yourself to sit up and face the man laying next you, toy still in hand.

“You okay?” You run your hand across his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding away. He just nods, trying to catch his breath. “You feel done?” He gives it a second, finally shaking his head. You grin wickedly. “Great, open your mouth.” He obliges without considering what was about to happen, not expecting you to ease the toy in his mouth. 

“Suck, Kookie. Clean it up.” You whisper it so sweetly, but there’s a darkness in your eyes that tells him if he doesn’t, there will be consequences. But it didn’t matter, who was he to deny tasting you? He relaxes his throat as you slide the toy as far back as he’ll allow, sucking along the way, until it’s cleaned up from your juices.

Fuck, that’s hot.

“My turn,” you smirk, tossing the toy aside and carefully removing the condom. There’s so much cum, you unfortunately lose some to the bedding. But the rest you lick up enthusiastically, missing the taste of him. He hisses at every pass of your tongue and you can feel his cock start stirring, waking back up for you. “Welcome back, friend. You’re not done yet.” You kiss the tip and start wrapping your lips around it when you feel your body being tugged upwards. 

“You’re not talking to my dick, baby.” A soft murmur as he pulls you onto your side against his back. 

“Why not? He’s been neglected for so long. He deserves some love.”

“No. Me. I deserve the love.” An arm snakes around your waist, holding you close.

“Mmmm…no. You did this to him. You deserve nothing.” 

“Shut up,” he laughs, twisting your head to kiss you. You leave it that way. Just kissing. But you’re aware he’s got two weeks of pent up desire in him and what just happened was maybe only good enough for a few days’ worth. So you roll your hips back, and sure enough, there he is, ready to go. The arm around your waist moves to your hip, stopping you. 

“You just came three times and squirted. You need rest.” You shake your head, lifting your leg to rest over his. You reach down, grabbing his rehardened member and guiding it towards your entrance.

“You mean you only wanted to fuck my ass? Nothing else? You don’t want to feel me, Kookie?”

“One of us is dying tonight, baby. You from overdoing it, or me from you fucking taunting me.” He sighs by your ear. “I want to come in you. Mark you inside as my own. Make you fucking mine.” His hand slides from your hip, down to your messy center, tracing patterns over your clit.

You moan into the pillow. “I’m already yours, Kookie.”

“Then let me make it official, baby. Say I can come inside and I’ll fuck you again right now.” Your hand, still wrapped around his cock, slowly strokes the head.

“Come in me, Kookie. Mark me as yours. I don’t want anyone else.” 

His voice is husky in your ear.

“Put me in, baby.” And you do. You slide him in and he fits so perfectly. You both groan at the feeling of each other without the condom. 

“God, you’re so fucking warm. And still so fucking tight. How are you so tight?” 

His hips snap roughly against yours, a burst of energy flowing through him as he lifts your leg higher for better access. 

“Your pussy was fucking made for me, baby. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.”

“Good,” is the only word you can get out, earning a breathy laugh from him against your ear. He moves your hair out of the way, biting down on your neck and vigorously sucking, leaving bruises and marking you repeatedly. 

“My fucking baby. So fucking gorgeous and perfect and mine.” Your mewls are silenced when a hand comes up from underneath the pillows to shove his fingers inside your mouth, prying your jaw open after a second. “Say it, baby. Say who you belong to.”

“You.”

“Say it fucking again. Louder. Tell the hotel who owns this pussy.” 

“You, Jungkook. You own this pussy. You own me, my heart, everything. You.” You cry out as he raises you both so he can slam into you at an unrelenting pace, hand leaving your mouth to wrap back around your throat.

“Come with me right fucking now, baby.”

And you do, screaming his name as he clutches your body against his to stop you from shaking too much. A second later, you feel him twitch inside you, your walls being coated in white while his teeth mark your shoulder. 

You both come down from your high, neither moving, his semi-erect dick keeping his cum inside of you. He lowers your leg back down, lets go of your throat, and leaves soft kisses over the bruises he just made. 

“You okay, baby?” You hum and nod in response, eyes closing.

“Good. We can continue after a rest, okay? Sleep for now, y/n.” You shake your head, forcing yourself to get up after slowly pulling him out of you. He’s confused, but you ignore any questions he asks, heading straight for the bathroom.

When you return, you crawl back into the position you were in previously. When he asks if you’re okay again, you mumble about not wanting a UTI. 

“Right. Forgot about that. Sorry, baby.” You hum your response, clutching the arm that’s underneath you. He smiles at the view before getting more comfortable next to you, softly singing in your ear.

Can I just stay here? Spend the rest of my days here?

You snort. “No. Don’t,” you whine. He just grins some more and carries on.

'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven for too long, for too long.

You don’t respond. Just let him carry on badly serenading you with Bruno Mars lyrics as you fall asleep.

Thank you for reading if you did. It’d mean the world if you reblogged or let me know what you think. 💜

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[spock-in-awe]

Star Trek Las Vegas 2023

It's been almost a week and I finally typed up my convention experience! I'm not going to go into the 2600+ word level detail but there are certain moments I really want to share. I'm wholly hyperfixating on Ethan, so I'm sorry I didn't get more of Anson's thoughts and comments!

I talked with Anson Mount once and Ethan Peck twice. Both of them are extremely kind! I told Anson that Hell on Wheels is one of my all-time favorite shows and finding out he was involved with "a certain show we can't name" made me so happy. He kind of did an eyebrow thing and said, "You can talk about the show," and I laughed. Obviously, I'm not the one on strike!

With Ethan, I showed him a Spock playing cello piece of fanart, and told him I also play cello. We talked about that for a little bit. My second time meeting him, I asked a question I had intended for his panel with Anson: what is a moment you might have spontaneously erupted into song that you're comfortable sharing? He replied very quickly that it would probably be a situation where he's ribbing his friends.

Random things from Anson and Ethan's panel on 8/6/23

-Ethan was all over the place as a child. His father gave him a rock that said "focus."

-Ethan claimed he only learned to act "like five years ago."

-When Anson gave Ethan compliments, Ethan thanked him and hugged him. When Ethan gave Anson compliments, he mentioned SNW by name and heavily regretted his lapse in the strike protocol.

-In response to a fan question, Ethan said "The Umbrellas of Cherbourg" is his favorite musical.

-In response to a fan question, Anson said he eats "whatever the fuck I want." Ethan added pretty much the same, but he really likes candy.

The next two I wrote down verbatim from my videos.

A fan asked about what they hope would remain after losing their memories.

Ethan: So the question is… you lose your memories, so what are you? (Pause). Huh. (Fan apologizes). No, that’s a great question! So, we all experience ourselves experiencing, right. There’s no singular awareness, there’s almost two. There’s the thing, the construct that interacts with the world, Ethan, for instance. And then there’s something in my that experiences Ethan experience. So maybe that other perspective, that awareness deep inside that seems to observe Ethan experiencing, that might be what’s left. And would hopefully be amused and continue to be thrilled, and surprised by the things that happen, right. I think it’s a wonderful goal to be present in the moment, so maybe it would be something like that.

A fan asked about organizations they're part of.

Ethan: …And they are working to restore the California wetlands, which is a very important agricultural space and um, you know, I’m still working to become better educated on how exactly they do it, but they work with an enormous team of biologists, and a lot of water has been pumped out of these natural aquifers in California. And it has compressed the soil so when it rains, they call it a hard pan, the water just runs off and there are floods and then droughts. So they are working to restore those underground water vaults, essentially. It’s an amazing organization. River Partners.org. Hopefully I’ll be working more formally with them upcoming. I think it’s just a really– you know, I’m a California, my father is, my grandfather (people cheer) (Ethan makes a laughing “chaaa” sound) I guess it’s something to applaud. I love California. It’s affecting my immediate geography and my home. And they’re working really intelligently to fix this problem which has major effects. You now, there’s a lot of produce that comes out of California to the rest of the country, a lot of water that comes from California to other parts of the country as well. So, check it out. Furthermore, I’m hoping to work more with JPL actually, Jet Propulsion Laboratories, in Pasadena. Because I want to, if I can, help spread interest in rational thinking (laughs). (can’t understand). And it’s a natural fit, you can use your imagination as to why.

Random things from Zachary and Ethan's panel on 8/6/23

Both Zachary and Ethan seemed absolutely thrilled to be on stage together.

According to Ethan, they hadn't ever met in person, and had spoken only briefly. Ethan said, "This is tripping me out."

Zachary talked about losing his father at a young age. Ethan shared feeling emotionally unsafe in certain circumstances as a child, and how he felt the need to intellectualize or tamp down those vulnerable emotions. Zachary said, "Similar!" Both referenced doing a lot of work (Zachary specifically said therapy), to counter these tendencies.

Zachary asked Ethan if he's done any stage work. Ethan confessed to being terrified of live audiences, which elicited a chuckle from the audience. Ethan added that because of this fear, he should probably do it.

One fan in line to ask a question ended up getting a free photo op with the two of them because she said she couldn't afford it!

That same fan asked about their hobbies. Zachary talked about plants and how he not only wants to keep them alive now, but propagate them.

Ethan: I started sailing lessons this year.

Zachary: That tops plants.

Ethan: I don’t know about that, plants are incredible. I hope it’s (sailing) something I can do as I age.

Zachary: Were you nautical? 

Ethan: No (chuckles). Not at all.

Zachary: Any interest or exposure to that before?

Ethan: No, not really. I’d been sailing once or twice but it’s funny, I kind of hate the beach. I don’t actually hate it. I hate sand, I hate sand being in my bed. That’s the main thing. It’s hard to avoid. I like looking at it from either the shore not in the sand, or on a boat.

Zachary said many positive things about the ST fandom. He also shared how important his relationship with Leonard Nimoy was. That Leonard passed the torch to him, and now he gets to pass it to Ethan.

IT WAS ALL AMAZING.

#star trek las vegas #stlv 2023 #stlv '23 #ethan peck #anson mount #zachary quinto #spock #pike #star trek

[dvrk-moon]

LOVE ME (NOT) - YANG JUNGWON

TEASER 3

synopsis : fake dating your enemy, yang jungwon, for the sake of getting your mutual friends to stop playing matchmaker is the worst idea you've ever heard in your life. however, it's a bit more enticing when $100 is thrown in the mix.

word count : .5k

warnings : cursing, one suicide joke

featuring : newjeans minji, zerobaseone gyuvin

genre : enemies-to-lovers, fake dating, slow burn, jungwon x fem!reader, private school au, high school au

playlist : tba

expected release date : early april as of right now

v. $100 IS $100

The following day, you, Minji, and Gyuvin were all situated at Minji’s house, in her living room. Minji was sitting in an armchair, Gyuvin was on the sofa, and you were sprawled out on the floor, in yet another dramatic mood.

You recapped your two best friends on the incidental Saturday lunch, not missing any details. From the presence of Jungwon, especially to the comment Wonyoung made about you two getting together. The whole entire story was crazy to you and reliving it through your storytelling made you almost shiver in fear.

“And she went, ‘we will help you from the sidelines’,” you lamented, “like who says that?! I get that she has no idea about the rivalry, but he and I aren’t even cute together. He’s short.”

Gyuvin let out a hearty laugh at your comment, “Y/N, you are also short.”

“Besides the point!”

“Your life does not even sound real,” Minji said, “and it’s so hard to not laugh, I’m sorry.”

You groaned from your spot on the floor, sending Minji a side eye, “Is my life some joke to you two?!”

“A little bit.” Gyuvin laughed out.

You rolled your eyes and flipped over onto your stomach, “This is so not funny.”

“Have you thought about just telling Wonyoung to back off?” Minji asked.

“Yeah, I have, thanks.” You replied sarcastically. You craned your neck to look at your best friend, “I haven’t done it because I know for a fact she would ask why. And I don’t wanna get into all of that, especially because her boyfriend is best friends with the devil in question.”

Minji snorted, “You two should just fake date. That’d get Wonyoung to back off.”

You immediately sat up, “Are you crazy?! Absolutely not!”

Gyuvin agreed from his spot, “Minji has a point. Maybe you two could even become friends along the way.”

Shaking your head profusely, you shot a look at Gyuvin, then at Minji, “You guys are crazy.”

“What if,” Minji proposed, “you did it for money? You just told us about how your workplace is shutting down. Plus, you need the money. You’re broke as fuck.”

“Ouch.”

“She’s right, I hate to admit it.” Gyuvin said, shrugging.

“Oh, absolutely not. I may be broke but not broke enough to date Yang Jungwon, even if it’s fake.”

“How about this?” Gyuvin challenged, “If you can successfully fake date this guy until your pretentious-ass Ivy Hills masquerade dance in a couple weeks, I’ll give you $50. But only if you also go to the dance with him.”

“It’s like you want me to kill myself.”

“I’ll also give you $50.” Minji said, raising her eyebrows.

The Ivy Hills masquerade dance was essentially a more talked-up prom, but from what you’d heard, it was held in an old ballroom and the funding was insane. To have that experience be ruined by having Jungwon as a date did not sound enticing in the slightest, but $100 dollars did.

Plus, Gyuvin was right. It would only be a couple weeks.

“You guys drive a hard fucking bargain, I hate you two.”

“Damn,” Gyuvin laughed, “your ass really is broke. $100 to date your alleged enemy, and you’re sold.”

“I haven’t agreed!” You reasoned, trying to defend yourself.

“We both know you will, Y/N.” Minji cocked an eyebrow.

“I really, really hate you two.”

a/n : one more lmn teaser and then i’ll post the whole thing soon… i like this one a lot. maybe not as much as emu but it’s pretty close and i can’t wait to share it with you guys

#enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #enhypen fanfics #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fic #enhypen ff #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon x y/n #enhypen jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon fanfic #heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #sunghoon #sunoo #ni ki #dvrk moon

[kazemi-archive]

Moving

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

25 Days of Christmas Day 7

Request: And They Were Roommates: #19 "Pack your things. We’re moving out. there’s a spider in the kitchen." Prompts: #37 "I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought." #70 "I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know." #81 "Is this the moment that we kiss?" Wild Card: Accidentally blurting out "I love you" during a conversation // "Whatever you do, don’t make a sound."

Word Count: 1.1k Genre: crack, fluff

A/N: for @ohtokki — Laura, I really meant this to be fluffier and everything but I got a little carried away and it made me giggle a lot to write it so I hope that you like it <33 Bonus prompt: #93 "Don’t argue. Just do it."

“Get on the table, Kiyoo!” That was the first thing that Kiyoomi heard when he stepped into his shared apartment. That, immediately followed by a tug on his shirt as you tugged at him to join you on the higher surface.

“What?” He cinched his eyebrows together as he looked at you thoroughly confused. “Why would I-”

"Don’t argue. Just do it." You cut him off and tugged more. He groaned and tilted his head back before clambering up to crouch on the table with you.

“Can you tell-” He glared as you cut him off with a soft ‘shh’ and a finger to your lips. His soft eye roll didn’t stop him from complying, however; lowering his voice to a whisper. “Y/n,” you hummed softly in acknowledgement, “why are we on the coffee table right now.”

“Listen carefully Kiyoomi.” You whispered, giving him a deadly serious look. "Whatever you do, don’t make a sound." Kiyoomi stared at you, lips parting in confusion and eyes widening, a look that clearly conveyed he thought you’d hit your head. “It can hear you Kiyoomi. They sense your fear!”

He sighed but decided to play along with what he was sure was your game of the night. “What can sense your fear? What are you scared of?”

“Okay, here’s the plan.” You muttered, ignoring him and waving your hands. Kiyoomi was sure that you had lost it while he was gone for the day. He’d have to have you committed and find a new roommate. But he couldn’t help the small smile on his lips as you whispered adamantly, ready to spell out a whole escape plan. “So, I think we’re safe here right now, but if it senses us it’ll follow us out here.”

“What is going to follow us?”

“Hush, Kiyoo, lemme finish!” You whined lightly as you eyed the entrance to the kitchen across the room. “Okay so, once we get down, we run.” You nodded and Kiyoomi caught himself watching the way your head bobbed gently, eyes determined with a small sparkle. He chuckled lightly as he watched you. “You gotta pack your things.” His attention snapped back to your words and he tilted his head in confusion. “But only the essentials! No time!” You exclaimed quietly, turning your gaze back to him for confirmation that he heard you.

“Slow down.” Kiyoomi requested, shaking his head lightly as he tried to keep up. “What are we doing?”

“We’re moving out.” You looked at him seriously. He shook his head as if that would help him hear better, blinking at you slowly. “Kiyoomi, there’s a spider in the kitchen, we’re leaving."

You looked so serious about it but Kiyoomi couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the absurdness of it all. “Kiyoo!” You drew out his name in disbelief.

“I’m sorry.” He laughed again, and tucked his head low, trying to stifle his laughter. “I thought there was something really wrong.”

“Kiyoo, it was huge! We can’t live here anymore!” You exclaimed as Kiyoomi’s laugh echoed and got a little louder.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he looked back up at you, his eyes sparkling as he bit his lip, laugh bubbling out of him again. You whined his name again and he laughed. “God, I’m sorry I love you.” He froze as soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d just said. “Fuck.” He breathed out.

“I’m sorry, what?” You stared at him in shock, blinking at him in disbelief.

“Oh wow.” Kiyoomi, sat down on top of the table, shaking his head lightly. "I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought." It was then that you remembered that the reason he’d come home late was because the team had convinced him to go out. Then, that you noticed his cheeks were a little pinker that usual, curls a little messier as he sat there, breathing a little uneven.

“Kiyoomi, did you-” You swallowed as you sat, suddenly forgetting about the spider predicament in the other room. You cleared your throat as you looked at him and he looked back up at you, smile softly on his lips.

“Well, cat’s out of the bag I suppose.” He chuckled lightly as he stared at you. He took a deep breath and twitched his nose a bit. “I love you.” He let out a soft snort right then too. “I’m glad I’m drunk.”

“Kiyoo-”

"Listen,” he mumbled, shaking his head again, “I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back.” He quirked a smile as he watched your face contort, trying to process the information being thrown at you. “I don’t need to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know."

“Kiyoo-”

“I know that-”

“Kiyoo, shut up!” You exclaimed, tired of being cut off by the man. He looked softer like this, when his guard wasn’t up and he wasn’t glaring at something. Vulnerable, baring his feelings to you, in a way that was totally him. Blunt and to the point, not at all dancing around the truth. You decided to pay him the same courtesy. “Kiyoomi, I love you too, you dumbass.”

“You do?” It was his turn to look at you shocked now, eyes wide. It was like he was frozen in place, brain trying to catch up to the words his ears heard. He chuckled as he leaned forward slightly, small smile on his lips as he finally processed the words. “You do.”

You nodded lightly, trying to bite back the laughter that bubbled in your chest. “So.” You drew out the word with a puff of air out your nose. "Is this the moment that we kiss?"

“Yeah.” Kiyoomi smiled as he leaned towards you. His arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he drew you closer to him. You easily fell on top og him with a laugh that was quickly silence by his lips on yours.

“Hey Kiyoo,” you mumbled as you pulled away from him slightly. He hummed in acknowledgement, lips trying to chase yours down again. “We still have to move because of the spider.”

Kiyoomi let out a loud laugh as shook his head at you, bright smile on his lips. “Oh my god, shut up.” He chuckled as he pressed his lips against yours again.

#𓇻 fics

[pottedplant53]

Silly Little Theory About Heartslabyul (Contains Mild Spoilers!)

Hello again :3

So I had this thought the other day after writing my theory about Cater (which you can read here if you're interested) about who the Heartslabyul characters are based on.

So all of the Heartslabyul kids (with the exception of Riddle) at first glance seem to be the card soldiers and nothing else – but I think most (if not all of them) have secondary inspirations on top of that, which is what I’ll be speculating on. It seems kind of unlikely that they would base an entire dorm, the largest and first one in the story no less, around what was essentially one ‘villain’. Because let’s be real, no one can name their favourite card soldier.

So in summary, this post is just Heartslabyul brainrot and some observations I've made - Note that I'm pretty far from a Disney expert, and this is all just speculation. Take it with a pinch of salt and enjoy :)

Trey Clover - King of Hearts

The reason that the King of Hearts comes to mind is because of the sort of mediator role both he and Trey play. In Alice in Wonderland, the King is very timid against the Queen and tries his best to calm her down without ever fully standing up to her. It’s clear he cares about her a lot, but is unwilling to call her out on her behaviour, only ever managing to barely fan the flames and clean up her messes (i.e. convincing her to hold a trial for Alice instead of outright beheading her).

This reflects most of Trey’s interactions with Riddle in chapter 1; He cares about him a lot (whether that be platonically or romantically, whatever floats your boat), but is too afraid to confront him about his actions. He tries his best to keep the dorm running smoothly under the oppression, always baking Riddle tarts and trying to talk him out of unnecessarily punishing students who break absurd rules. Don’t quote me on this because I can’t really remember, but I think he also tried to convince Riddle not to behead Ace at one point too???

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Ace Trappola - Alice

A lot of people seem to agree that Ace draws some inspiration from Alice. From their names sounding similar, to their shared disregard for things and people they find annoying or unfair, it isn’t difficult to see why so many have come to this conclusion.

What’s more is that they both stood up to their rulers (The Queen and Riddle) and both have a penchant for sneaking off and getting into trouble. I’m referring to Ace’s ceremonial vignette, in which he grabs Epel and sneaks out of orientation in case that wasn’t clear. It’s also mentioned repeatedly that Ace has an older brother who teaches him a lot of things, much like Alice’s older sister does. They both do whatever they can to get out of things they don’t want to do – Alice snuck away from her lesson and Ace refused to clean windows. There’s probably a lot more, but that’s all I can think of off the top of my head.

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Cater Diamond - Cinderella

Most people have already heard of this one before, so I’ll keep it brief. Cater shares some major parallels with Cinderella that aren't too hard to spot. Like I mentioned before, I wrote a small theory about Caterella which I linked earlier for anyone who wants to read it :D

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Deuce Spade - I honestly have no idea

I’ve thought about it for ages and aside from his card soldier counterpart, I can’t think of anything that makes sense (T⌓T). If you have any theories or even any nonsensical, unorganized thoughts about who Deuce might be based on, please let me know :3

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I've finally found a medium to share my brainrot (tumblr) on and I'm never stopping so prepare yourself for an onslaught of shitty TWST theories with minimal organisation-

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst theory #twisted wonderland theory #heartslabyul #cater diamond #cater diamond theory #deuce spade #ace trappola #ace trappola is alice #trey clover #twst brainrot

[murdrdocs]

with an average life

starring. eddie munson

description. the beginning of summer 1990 in hawkins, indiana brings high temperatures, a missing persons case, and nightmares. but none of that matters when you have eddie by your side

includes. SMUT 16+, fluff galore, daddy kink (only used three times), some angst, anxiety and a little paranoia, comforting eddie, wayne <3, horny eddie, pet names, a lot of plot and character building, and so many time skips

word count: 7.5k+ words

a/n: hello! welcome to the twilight zone! this first installment is so much fluff and smut and just hanging with eddie. the horror will come very soon though, don’t worry. please stay tuned to see what i have planned xx

6/3/90 16:13

Large, hot, hands roam along your already overheating body.

The air today was so muggy and intense, probing through walls thick and thin, saturating into the paint and wallpaper and carpet and hardwood, until you were surrounded with it, no matter where you were.

You knew that most people were at the pool, or lounging in their backyard if they had the funds. And if you weren’t here, you would be there, floating on your back in someone’s pool, leaching off of them so that you didn’t have to essentially bathe in filth from all over.

But even lounging in someone’s overpriced pool wouldn’t be nearly as good as this.

Hunched over, knees planted firmly on either side of skinny jean clad legs, sticky skin sinking into the worn down couch cushions, your hands feeling the same material as they cage in a head of curly dark hair that’s pulled back, and your lips on pink plump ones, consuming every breath the other takes.

Your movements are slow, the pace thick due to the haze in your mind. You can still taste the weed on Eddie’s lips and tongue, and you can remember the way he breathed the smoke into your mouth, holding you close with a single hand encapsulating your throat.

Just the memory alone brings a soft little sigh from you, and your sound elicits a chuckle from Eddie.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks when he pulls back. He’s only separated from your lips for a second, coming back to place a succession of quick pecks before he’s finally leaning back with more space between you.

It allows you to see into his eyes, those big irises that leave almost no white space. You always get consumed with them, a little feeling of uncomfortability tugging at your mind, urging you to look away as his gaze was just far too intimidating.

But somehow, you never listen to it. Your eyes refuse to look away from him, and every other thought fizzes out of your brain like vinegar to baking soda.

He notices, pink lips parting to allow his bright teeth to show. “Baby?”

He waves a hand in front of you and it takes you far too long to realize. You only do so wherever he stills his hand in front of your face, briefly cutting off the connection from your eyes to his.

“Hmm?” You ask, dazed before you recall that he’d asked you a question. “Oh!” you say before he can even clarify. “I was thinking about you, actually.”

Eddie’s jaw drops open as if he’s shocked, but you know better.

“Really?” he asks, the epitome of sarcasm. Your eyes roll automatically, but Eddie continues as if you’re playing into it. “I’m so flattered, sweetheart. Really, you have no idea.”

At this point, you and Eddie had spent at least a half hour at each spot in his home throughout the day. Which, wasn’t that hard since the size of it was not colossal, but you two were really niche with it at one point as you even spent a solid 45 minutes having a conversation sitting on his washer and dryer, which shook whenever it was on (Eddie made a bad joke about turning the washer on for you, claiming that ‘that was a show he wanted to see’).

At this point, you and Eddie had spent at least a half hour at each spot in his home throughout the day. Which, wasn’t that hard since the size of it was not colossal, but you two were really niche with it at one point as you even spent a solid 45 minutes having a conversation sitting on his washer and dryer, which shook whenever it was on (Eddie made a bad joke about turning the washer on for you, claiming that ‘that was a show he wanted to see’).

At this point, you and Eddie had spent at least a half hour at each spot in his home throughout the day. Which, wasn’t that hard since the size of it was not colossal, but you two were really niche with it at one point as you even spent a solid 45 minutes having a conversation sitting on his washer and dryer, which shook whenever it was on (Eddie made a bad joke about turning the washer on for you, claiming that ‘that was a show he wanted to see’).

Now, you’re comfortably on his couch, and you two were most likely going to be there for a while longer.

As Eddie finishes his horrible joke, you’re made aware of the dry feeling that has welcomed itself into your throat.

You twist around and lean to reach for the beer bottle you and Eddie have been sharing, and in doing so, your eyes catch the TV. It’s turned to the news, the default in Eddie’s home as Wayne mostly watched the one channel, and Eddie preferred music over television.

You’re squinting, trying to get your eyes and brain to cooperate and figure out what the story was about. But before two and two can get put together, Eddie is using his grip to pull you back up and around. You barely have a second to yelp before lips are on yours again.

You’re smiling into the kiss, barely able to be upset at the persistent drought in your throat.

06/05/90 14:02

Your back is sweaty. As is your face, and neck, and legs, and every other part of your body.

Against your skin, rubbing along it and irritating it, is the cotton fabric that clung to Eddie’s mattress. You just washed the sheets this morning, declaring that you refused to sleep on dirtied sheets for another night. And Eddie made a quip about how you were already planning to spend another night at his place, instead of going back to your beloved home.

Your body burned with embarrassment and you turned to face the washing machine instead of him.

The burning you felt then was nothing compared to now.

Now, there’s so many other aspects adding to the fire.

Your high had worn off hours ago, and you didn’t have the urge to replenish it. But you still felt like you were under the influence. Your blinks were slower than usual, and there was less space to cover as your eyes were heavily lidded. Your limbs feel weighted and exhausted, as if it was taking much longer for your brain to send the required signals to the rest of your body.

But currently, none of those signals were necessary as Eddie was doing all of the work.

His lips were working over your sweat covered skin, either ignoring the layer of perspiration or simply not caring. With Eddie, it could be either.

He sucked and nipped every so often, leaving bruises that you would no doubt come across often throughout the week, finding new ones to add to your recollection of the moment they were made.

You let Eddie latch onto your legs and throw them over his shoulders. A soft sigh left you and your eyes fluttered shut as you waited with anticipation for the feeling you’ve been craving all day to come onto you.

“Don’t fall asleep on me up there,” Eddie mumbles practically into your skin. His lips were away from you far enough for you to hear him, even though his voice was still pretty muffled, but he was still close enough for his lips to catch your skin with the words.

You hum and wiggle your hips in an attempt to refocus Eddie’s attention.

“‘M not.”

“Uh-huh.” Eddie sounds unconvinced, and you couldn’t blame him. “You said that last time.” Which, was entirely true.

Eddie was going down on you with pure passion and talent, giving you everything you’d ever wanted.

But you were so tired, and high, that you knocked out just as your high hit you. Eddie was coaxing you through it, probably trying to initiate another round, but your eyes were already closed and your legs had gone limp against the bed and when he gently called out your name, big eyes peeking up at you, he was mildly surprised to see your chest steadily rising and falling.

You giggled lazily, stomach jumping with the sound and your feet raising off of Eddie’s naked back as you thought about the vague memory. That was one of the best sleeps you’ve had. Ever. And it truthfully was all thanks to Eddie’s skilled mouth.

Peeling your eyes open, you saw that Eddie was already looking at you. His bangs were freshly trimmed to lay right above his eyebrows, and the length allowed you to see his eyes perfectly, especially due to his position.

The way he looked at you made your throat dry out, even though you’d had a full bottle of water to drink a few minutes ago. His eyes were like a void, and sometimes you believed you could see your own reflection in them, showing you what Eddie valued most in his life. And now, even though he is most definitely too far for you to see yourself in his eyes, you know that you’re there, a single focus on his world.

The thought was far too profound for your horny brain so you threaded your hand in Eddie’s hair, threw your head back, closed your eyes, and pulled him to your center.

“Get to work, Munson.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

06/07/90 02:32

You’re so tired that it takes more than a few minutes for your eyes to adjust.

You’re navigating the trailer based on memory and memory alone, your feet carrying you from the back where Eddie’s room is, all the way to the kitchen, where you easily open the fridge and reach for a bottle of water.

It’s not until the cap of the water is twisted open and you’ve wiped at your eyes with the liquid that you notice that you’re not alone.

You see the figure from the corner of your eye at first, dark and hunched over on the couch, elbows resting on knee caps. They’re breathing steadily, and focused ahead at the TV. Your peripheral adds an unnatural blur to their figure, but you can clearly see the glow reflected in their eyes.

You jump out of your skin and curse before recognition can become present in your mind.

“Jesus, fuck,” Your voice is a low whisper. Your volume is second nature considering the time, but you knew that you could yell and scream and Eddie wouldn’t wake up.

Shaken to your core with goosebumps on your skin, you turn to face the figure in its entirety and instantly calm when you see it’s just Eddie’s uncle.

“Scared ya, didn’t I?” He asks, a teasing smirk on his lips. He has a beer in his hand, but he’s not drinking it, it just sits there, forgotten.

You nod shamefully, a little embarrassed of how worked up you got.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just out of it right now.”

“That’s okay. Caught you at a bad time.” His eyes turn away from your face to look back at the TV, where you’re finally noticing the familiar chatter of news anchors. It’s the late night broadcast, repeating anything that was playing earlier on in the day that people like Wayne weren’t around for.

Through the thick fog in your mind, you’re able to remember the segment that you weren’t able to pick up on earlier in the day, and with an inquisitive instinct, you walk over to the couch and take a seat beside Wayne, intent on catching up on the happenings of your town.

You’re not wearing any pants, and you press your knees together, attempting to subtly pull Eddie’s hoodie down but it isn’t really covering much.

A blanket comes into your view and you look over to see Wayne holding it out to you, eyes refusing to leave the white light from the box television.

“For your dignity,” he explains. You can’t help but smile with a little ounce of shame behind it, transferring your water bottle to your left hand in order to take the blanket in your right.

“Thank you,” you mumble as you cover the wool over your bare legs. Wayne hums but he’s already back on the TV.

The title on the bottom of the screen changes from ‘Puppies saved and sent to shelter’ to ‘Teenager missing’.

“Some of the guys at the plant were talking about this.” Wayne’s voice was grave as the camera angle switched to the cohost of the show, the other news anchor facing the camera with the serious expression taking over his face.

You glanced over at the older man and the look on his face made your heart thud behind your chest. He knew what was coming, and he was dreading hearing it.

You shuffled in your seat and leaned your elbows onto your knees, mirroring Wayne’s engaged position.

“For those who missed it earlier today, we would like to shine a light on current concerns in Hawkins. The main concern amongst citizens lies within the disappearance of Sarah Laments. 17 year old Sarah went out to get a bottle of Coca-Cola for her family on Friday the 31st and she has not been seen since.” The man on TV speaks eloquently yet with urgency, his features rested in a professional state of worry.

Your eyebrows furrow as you listen.

“Sarah was last seen wearing light blue denim shorts, a black tank top, and green high top converse. Sarah's last known location was the corner market on Cherry Oak road. If you have seen Sarah, or think you have any information that could help the investigation, please call this number.”

The couch creaked under Wayne’s weight as he adjusted his position. His deep voice broke you out of the stupor you somehow found yourself in.

“That’s near Hollow Oak,” he stated. “Ain’t that where you’re going? For that camp?” You could tell by the projection of Wayne’s voice that he’d turned his head, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the TV. You nodded, mouth too dry to respond. The anchor continued to speak and you intended on listening, but you didn’t want to seem rude so you opened your mouth, licked your lips, and croaked out a reply.

“Yeah.”

You turned your head to meet Wayne’s worried gaze. “How’d you know?”

“Eddie told me. He was talking about wanting to join you but…” Wayne trailed off with a shrug and took a sip from his beer.

You felt flattered that Eddie was talking about you to his uncle, but you also wondered why he decided against joining you at the camp. He would’ve been a nice addition, and could have taught guitar there.

Plus, you would be there for two whole months without him. He would have had an excuse to live with you for two whole months if he joined.

You just didn’t see why he wouldn’t want to join.

Before you could dwell on it for any longer, you focused back on the broadcast.

“And Leanne this is not an isolated incident, is it?” The male anchor asked his co host. The camera turned back to the lady with strawberry blonde hair curled into perfect ringlets. They swayed as she shook her head from side to side.

“No, Jason, it is not. Missing persons near Hawkins and Hollow Oak have risen by 7.8 percent within the last few months alone. Many worried parents and friends have filed missing persons reports, with less than 3 percent of them being resolved. Earlier today, we spoke with Chief Jim Hopper about the rise of missing persons in our town, and if we should be worried.”

“What’s goin’ on?” Eddie’s voice was hoarse and raspy, sounding as if it was scratching along his throat as it crept up and out of his mouth.

Your head snaps to him embarrassingly fast. You were sure that you heard a crack.

Eddie rubbed at his eye with one hand, and scratched his bare stomach with the other, blunt nails repeatedly running over the shitty stick and poke heart you gave him right beside his navel.

You knew that you looked like him a few minutes ago, same stick and poke and all, before fear and anxiety woke you up.

You pulled your lips into a tight smile and stood up from the couch, back awkwardly straight and the position stung along your shoulder blades. The blanket fell from your lap as you did so, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to worry about that.

“Nothing, Eds,” you told him as you began to make your way towards him. His hair was still pulled back into a low bun but it was barely hanging on by now. You made a note to fix it for him before you both went back to sleep, just to save yourself from having curls all over your face in the morning.

Eddie pried his eyes open to look between you, Wayne, and the TV. Then, his eyes settled on just you. “You okay?” he asked, reaching a hand out to latch onto your waist.

You nodded, taking a breath before replying. “Of course, Eds. We were watching the news, that’s all.” You don’t know why you were lying, and what there was to gain from not telling Eddie what was really bothering you, but you were sticking to it.

Eddie seemed unconvinced by your response, so you pushed forward and pecked the spot beside his lips.

He gave you a soft smile and lovingly pushed his nose against your cheek before you could leave his space. “‘Mkay, sweetheart. Back to bed?” You nodded.

“Yeah.” Turning back to Wayne, you waved to him, giving him a little smile and attempted to hide the fear that suddenly took over your body. “I’ll see you later, Wayne. Thanks for the chat.”

He looked at you sincerely, giving you a comforting smile. “Anytime,” He said your name coolly, sliding over syllables until your name was just a bunched up familiarity. “You stay safe, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“See ya, Wayne.” Eddie gave his uncle a little wave, one you didn’t look back to see if it was reciprocated.

You once again moved on autopilot. But there was a completely different reason behind it now. Before, you moved on autopilot as a survival instinct, your body taking you through your second home to give you water. Now, your body moves you through your second home because your brain was focused on supplying you with every single fear inducing thought that it could.

You knew that you gave Eddie your still full water bottle when he asked for it, you knew that you accompanied him into the bathroom where both of you took a piss. You knew that you fixed his ponytail for him before you went back into his room. You knew that you curled up against his chest and your body shifted as he reached behind you to turn the lamp off.

You were aware of all of these things, yet unaware at the same time.

Because while you were conscious of your immediate surroundings, you were also considering your future surroundings. The place you were leaving to go to tomorrow, where you hoped to find a home away from home, was now daunting and unsettling.

You don’t know when your eyes close but you dream of a dark figure standing in a misty forest, eyes big and glowing as they glower at you from afar.

06/07/90 09:32

Through the heavy metal door, you can just barely hear Eddie talking with the gas station attendant.

“Your girl, is she okay?” the older man is asking him. There’s a bit of rustling, Eddie’s probably picking out snacks, and then he’s humming.

“Uh, yeah? I think? I don’t really know if I’m being honest.” You sigh and adjust your head, introducing your cheek to yet another cold spot on the door.

Usually, you would consider the insane amount of germs that this door probably held. But right now, the door was the coldest part of the bathroom and you needed something to ground you.

When Eddie pulled into a gas station for a pit stop, every single horrible thought that’s been boiling within you for the last two days rose to your brain, plaguing it until you felt like you could hardly breathe.

You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, where you’ve been for the past few minutes. Entirely too long for a normal bathroom break, as both men on the other side of the door have picked up on.

You’re already back in your head by the time Eddie’s taking loud steps towards you, and when he knocks on the door, the sound verberates into your ears. You jump, head thudding against the door in a loud clunk!.

“Sweetheart, you okay? Are you taking a massive shit?” He lowers his voice at the end, trying to remain discreet yet you can still hear the shit eating (pun possibly intended) grin through his words.

“Not taking a shit, Eds.”

“Then what’s wrong?” From his tone alone, you could tell that Eddie knew something was bugging you.

You sighed and pulled the door open, which required more effort than you would’ve assumed.

As soon as there’s an Eddie-sized crack in the door, your boyfriend is squeezing himself in. He’s knocking into you, arms thrown around your waist in a hug, and you’re forced to let go of the door which almost slices Eddie’s leg off.

Your arms are thrown around his neck, head burrowed in the space between his shoulder and neck.

He’s rubbing at your back, rings running along the cotton of your shirt and occasionally colliding with the skin that the ridden up material has exposed.

“It’s okay,” he’s whispering in your ear. You don’t understand why until you realize that hot tears are escaping your eyes. They don’t have anywhere to go except onto the skin of Eddie’s neck, traveling in the barely-there space of Eddie’s skin and yours.

You’re equal parts confused and embarrassed. Sobbing in an upkept gas station bathroom wasn’t something you planned for today, and you were determined to stick to your well thought out plan.

So, allowing yourself another 30 minutes of crying, you soak it up and then peel away from Eddie’s skin to quickly wipe at your face.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” His hands come from your waist to your cheeks, cradling your hot skin in large palms.

You send him what you hope is a convincing smile.

“I’m just worried, that’s all.” Eddie squints and then raises an eyebrow, his way of telling you that he knows there’s more to it than just that. “And a little stressed.” You add with a halfhearted laugh, hoping that’ll divert his attention.

And it does. You know that Eddie is always willing to be your own form of stress relief.

“Stressed?” he asks. You nod, unable to hide your smile. “I can help with that.”

“Mmm, can you?” You’re already leaning into his, hands pressing against his chest before sliding down and around to circle his waist.

Eddie kisses your cheekbone, then your temple, and moves down to kiss where your jaw led to your ear. “You know I can,” he assures, voice purposefully deep. When you involuntarily shudder, you feel him smile against your cheek and you pinch him through the thin cotton of his shirt in retaliation.

He’s kissing down your neck now, but he stops to wince, then continues promptly. “You know I like pain, baby. ‘S not gonna affect me.” You pout for a second but then your mouth is opening in a soft sigh when Eddie sucks on that spot.

He’s not there for long, not that you mind it, because it’s your hand that’s reaching for his cheek and pulling his lips to yours. He obeys easily, slotting his slicked lips onto your dryer ones. He kisses you hard, trying to make all of your pain go away, and it’s briefly working.

The force Eddie has on your lips works you backwards until your back collides with the white cinderblock wall, a small thud sounding in the otherwise silent bathroom.

“Sorry,” He mumbles as he comes up for air.

“‘S okay.” You’re focused on other things anyway. Like Eddie’s hands fumbling with the buckle on your shorts.

They’re a personal favorite, cute and modest enough for a first impression, and you’d mourn the loss if something were to happen to them.

Which is why you push Eddie’s hands away whenever he starts to get a little aggressive, swearing in between heavy presses against your mouth, breathing curses into your airways.

“Lemme–” you’re mumbling, easily unbuckling and unzipping your shorts. “There,” you declare, humming when Eddie takes time to thank you before his hand is sliding into your shorts and panties in one go.

You’re already wet, to no one's surprise, and Eddie graciously decides to not comment on it. Instead, he singles out his middle and ring fingers and uses them to circle your clit twice, following the movements by sliding his digits down to where most of your slick has gathered.

He groans at the feeling of you soaking his fingers, no doubt imagining that same feeling on his cock. Pulling his lips away from you with a wet smack, Eddie drops his head to peer at his concealed fingers.

“Fucking–” he’s mumbling, a forgotten ‘shorts’ dying before the word can even leave his mouth. You knew what he was going to say, though, hooking your fingers in the denim and cotton and sliding them down your legs.

Eddie leaves no time, instantly stuffing both of his fingers into your entrance with a single thrust. You gasp, your body tensing and sliding up against the wall before you welcome the feeling and move in the opposite way.

He only thrusts his fingers into you for a few seconds, curling and scratching against that spongy spot within you. But Eddie has never been patient, and he’s lifting his head to ask you, “Do you need more?”

Your head is shaking instantly.

“Just need you, Eds.”

He works quickly. His hands find your bare hips and he’s walking backwards, leading you towards the sink that is just a few feet away. Then, he’s turning both of you, giving you one final kiss, before he’s just turning you, pushing your hip bones into the oddly tall sink.

You watch him through the mirror with anticipation, and there’s a second where you’re admiring how clean the mirror––and the entire bathroom, really––is, but that second is interrupted when you feel Eddie’s fat head splitting you open.

You hiss, hands gripping the porcelain sink and your head dipping down between your shoulder blades.

“Relax,” Eddie reminds you, his thumbs rubbing along your skin. You nod, taking a deep breath in and then letting it out, sustaining it while Eddie continues to slide in until he’s to the hilt. “There you go,” he whispers in praise.

He shifts and you gasp, small and resembling a hiccup. Eddie’s eyes instantly snap up to greet yours in the mirror, wide and worried.

“Fine,” You tell him. “Just so big.”

And then he’s smirking, big and cocky. “Yeah?” he asks. You’re unable to do anything but nod and bite down on your bottom lip, worrying the skin with your teeth as you get used to the feeling. It’s like you’re teeming with his cock, your stomach feels full and your head is like it’s spinning.

You’re already too fucked out to call him out in his ego, so you just nod and agree instead, forcing your ass back to try and silently tell Eddie to move.

“I hear you, I hear you,” he’s mumbling, more so to himself.

Hips shifting once again, fingers tightening against your skin, then he’s sliding out, slow and prolonged, just to fuck back into you almost at the same pace. He repeats that exact movement, his big eyes watching the way his dick slides in and out of you.

Impatience inevitably takes over, and the next thrust he delivers is a sharp snap of his hips. In the moment, his cock hits that exact spot and you’re keening, chest lifting with an intense gasp.

Eddie seems to remember that you barely have any time to spare as if and he picks up the pace completely. You feel the tickle of the short patch of hair that sits at the base of his cock on your ass with every thrust. His grip is tightening along your skin, pinching into your hips and you’ll know there’ll be at least some sort of mark left over, visible or not.

You’re staring at Eddie in the mirror, and he’s staring at where you two connect. You wish you could see too, but the mirror leaves you just out of frame, only showing the top of your pelvis and no more.

Luckily, Eddie begins to narrate for you, painting an appetizing image.

“Fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well. You always do, y’know that?” It’s rhetorical in nature, but you still manage to hum through your clenched teeth. “God, sweetheart, you feel so good. Squeezing Daddy’s cock just right.”

Eddie means it as a joke, as a way of teasing you, bringing your out-of-bed lives to your in bed (or, bathroom in this case) lives. But something inside of you takes it in all seriousness. You try to hide it, to place a grimace onto your face. But he already catches the slight shine in your eyes and he feels the way you squeeze around his cock.

The jig is up, but you still don’t mean to moan as loud as you do, you don’t even mean to moan at all, but you do. Loud and high pitched and it sounds so fake, something out of a corny porno. But it’s real. It’s so very real and if you weren’t having your brain fucked out of your head right now, you would be able to use them to feel some shame, some embarrassment.

Eddie’s head snaps up and his eyes find yours. They’re big, bigger than usual, and you can see the shock present in not only his massive irises, but his entire face.

“You like that? Like that name?”

You just stare, dumbfounded, mouth opened and drool starting to pool at the corners.

“I need an answer,” he says your name, your full one. Just the sound of it kicks you in the gut, makes you answer instantly.

“Yeah. Yeah, Eds. I like it.”

Eddie’s damp curls move as he shakes his head. “Not ‘Eds’.”

You know what he wants. With a deep breath, you give it to him. “Yeah, Daddy. I like it.”

“There’s my girl.” He’s grinning and one of his hands is reaching around to find your clit. He pushes back in till the hit, his pelvis and abdomen pressing against your lower back and ass. With the hand he still has on your hip, he urges you to stand up straight, placing his head on your shoulder once you do.

Before his fingers even find your sensitive bud, you already feel your high approaching. And with just three tight circles on your clit, and two thrusts, and a singular phrase whispered into your ear, you’re cumming around Eddie’s cock.

“Cum for Daddy.”

You want to be embarrassed or turned off so bad, but you cum so hard. Your legs are shaking, knees locked even though you knew from experience that that was the wrong position to be in.

Eddie helps you through your orgasm in many ways. His thrusts slow just enough to calm you down and keep you riding the waves, he’s whispering little praises into your ear, and he’s holding you up with the arm that has navigated his fingers away from your clit.

By the time you’re letting up on your grip on the sink, Eddie’s hips are stuttering behind you and he’s letting out little grunts. You’re satisfied that you were able to come-to at just the right time, your eyes finding Eddie in the mirror once again to watch him unsheath himself from your cunt, wrap his fist around his cock, and tug just enough times to spurt white, hot, cum on your ass.

The paper towel is cold and rough on your back as Eddie wipes you clean. The ground feels unsteady below your feet as you walk through the gas station and to the front door. Throwing a glance to the left, you’re happy to find that the attendant is no longer there, and a little bit of your dignity returns to you.

06/07/90 11:30

“The Sycamore Police Department has released a statement regarding the case of Sarah Lements. Early this morning, Sarah’s body was found in woods off of Cherry Oak road, her last known location. The cause of death has yet to be announced, but the Sycamore police is treating the investigation as a homicide as of now. Stay tuned for more information.”

Without even hearing what’s on the radio, your fingers are wrapping around the knob and turning the volume down just enough for your voice to be heard over whatever song is coming up next.

“Eddie, you’re lost. Just admit it. It won’t change my opinion of you.” Your head turns to look at him, a teasing smile on your lips. Both of you knew that if Eddie were to admit that he was lost––which he definitely was––you would never let him live it down.

And that knowledge is the exact reason why Eddie scoffs, casts a few glances around to his surroundings, and shrugs with a sniff. “I’m not lost, okay, sweetheart? I’m just …” he takes a moment to find the perfect excuse. “Taking the scenic route,” he settles on, throwing a lopsided smirk your way.

“Oh, taking the scenic route, are you?”

“Exactly,” he doubles down, “Just wanna spend a little extra time with my girl. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” You’re not buying but you don’t complain much. Truthfully, you welcomed the extra time. It kept you away from that camp, and with Eddie, the one place where you’ve felt safe recently.

You kick your feet up onto the dash, turn the radio up a bit, and lean back in your seat, eyes closed and you feel content for the first time in who knows how many hours.

It doesn’t last for long, though, because the once smooth road under you turns bumpy and then it stops all together. Or, rather, the van stops.

You peek one eye open, and then the other, and throw a few looks around before settling on Eddie.

He’s smirking, surprise surprise, and watching you. You watch him, trying to silently decipher his intentions. And then he's over exaggeratedly raising his eyebrows twice in what’s supposed to be a seductive dance.

It’s the exact opposite but it does get his intentions across.

“Eds,” you say, voice low and warning, drawing out the syllables in his name.

He does the same, saying your nickname in that same exact tone.

“We don’t have time for this.”

“You’ll be fashionably late.”

“Yeah, fashionably late and also looking fucked out.”

“That’s the style these days. You’ll be like Joan Jett, Madonna, Whitney Houston sometimes–” You’re cutting him off before he can continue to name female stars.

“But that’s not the style I’m going for.”

“I think you’ll look great like that. It would really bring out your eyes.�� Your same eyes that were cloaked with multiple layers of mascara that were very likely to run.

“No, Eddie. We can’t. So put the car back in drive. We’ve seen enough of the scenic route.” You crossed your arms, turned back to face the road, and gave your most convincing pout.

But truth be told, you weren’t convincing either of you.

The corner of your lip was quivering, aching to turn up into a smile, but you refused to let it. Your eyebrows furrowed with focus as you attempted to keep your lips from curling up into a smile.

It didn’t matter much anyway, because Eddie was already reaching over and slotting one of his hands between both of your thighs and pushing his lips against the area below your jaw. He presses one kiss there, then two more when he sees that your reaction is immediate, face relaxing, mouth dropping open and eyebrows pinching together in the center.

“I just wanna taste my girl one more time. Is that too much to ask?” He’s mumbling into your skin. You distantly hear the sound of Eddie’s seatbelt unclicking, and then you hear yours too. Your hand reaches out to pull it off of you and you lean into Eddie’s touch.

“Gonna be without her for two whole months,” he’s still speaking, more so to himself now. His hand is working its way up to the crotch of your shorts, where he slides his pinkie in the open space and pushes the tip of it under the elastic seam of your panties, releasing it to let it snap against your skin.

“I’ll make it quick. I promise.”

You’re close to attempting to reason with Eddie by reminding him of the time and how much a good first impression meant to you. But then he takes your earlobe between his teeth, just barely bites down and then releases it. You’re sighing contently, and a nod comes from you without a conscious thought.

Eddie reacts fast before you can take it back.

“In it back.” His door is opened before he’s even finished. He’s already pulling open the rear door of his van before you even have your hand curled around the handle.

By the time you climb into the back of the van, Eddie is already sitting on his heels, waiting for you with his palms flat on his black jeans.

You shimmy out of your shorts then sit on the blanket Eddie has set up for times like this.

“It has to be quick, Eddie,” you’re warning him again. But at the same time, you’re pulling your shirt over your head, exposing your bare tits.

Eddie is already staring, marveling at you.

“No bra? Isn’t that a little naughty for a summer camp?” His voice is low and teasing, a playful smirk on his lips as he reaches a hand out to graze his thumb over one of your nipples.

“It’s just the counselors today and then the counselors in training tomorrow. The campers don’t come until Monday,” you’re explaining. Eddie’s getting comfortable all the while, sitting flat on his ass and urging you forward with a hand on your back.

The difference in the amount of clothing worn between you two is stark, and usually you would feel a little too exposed. But there’s too much excitement within you to feel anything else. This was the last time you were going to get to fuck Eddie for two whole months. Even though it had to be quick, you were going to make it worth your while.

“Mm,” Eddie hums absentmindedly, eyes still focused on your tits. “I still don’t want other people looking at my girls' tits, covered or not.”

You snort. “No one’s gonna be looking at my boobs, Eddie. Plus, it’s just entirely too hot to wear a bra.” Which was a fact.

“Remember when I said this had to be quick?”

“Yeah, yeah. I remember, sweetheart.”

You watch Eddie recline until he’s laid onto his back, your eyebrows furrowing. When you don’t do anything, Eddie lifts his head to look at you.

“You want it to be quick so bad, so you can be in charge.” Still confused, you stare at him dumbly. “C’mon. Get up here, cowgirl.”

You don’t have to be told twice.

06/07/90 13:04

“And you’ll write to me?”

“As much as I can.”

“And send pictures?”

“Yup. I’ll borrow Jonathan’s camera.”

“Naked pictures too?” He dips his head down and stares up at you through his short eyelashes, the volume of his voice dipping.

“We never agreed to that, Munson.”

“Let’s agree to it now.”

Before you can agree, both you and Eddie turn your heads at the sound of boots crunching against rocks.

A man no older than 35 is jogging up to you, a bright smile tucked underneath a comically large mustache, curled up on the ends like a French cartoon.

He speaks your name, firm and knowing but with a friendly tone to it. The final syllable is up in a pitch, as if he’s asking a question, and you nod your head.

“That’s me.”

“I’m Eric Wright, the owner of the camp. It’s nice to meet you.” He’s holding out a hand for you to shake, so you do, clasping your hand in his for no more than a second. Then, he’s extending his hand to Eddie.

You watch Eric to see if that usual distasteful look that people’s faces possess when they see your boyfriend. But it’s not there. He’s still beaming at him even when Eddie introduces himself.

His smile is unwavering, and it’s a bit unnerving.

“We started to get a little worried that you’d gotten lost.” Eric says with a little laugh.

Your ears burn and you don’t dare meet Eddie’s gaze.

“Yeah we um, got a little lost a few times.” Eddie supplies, his arm circling around your waist and pulling you into his side. You keep yourself from falling over by resting a hand against his stomach, then drop it in favor of seeming professional around your new boss for the next two months.

“Ah that happens sometimes. You need help with the way back?” He’s speaking to Eddie now, head tilted and eyes wide like he really wants to help.

“Nah, man. It’s good. Thanks though.”

Eric dismisses Eddie’s response with a simple “it’s no problem” then he’s turned back to you.

“The others are just inside waiting. You’re the last to arrive so we can get started with introductions and all that fun stuff.”

You nodded, a nervous smile on your lips. Turning to Eddie, you make sure to dampen that look, displaying the most convincing look of bravery that you could.

“See you in two months?”

“See you in two months.” He leans down and presses a kiss onto your forehead. Then another at the tip of your nose. One on each cheek. And a final one on your lips.

You knew it would’ve been a more intimate kiss if your boss wasn’t just a foot away from both of you.

Reluctantly, Eddie peels away from you and makes his way around to the otherside of his van.

With a final “I love you” spoken between you two, Eddie climbs into his van, starts it up with a cloud of exhaust, and drives onto the paved road, onto the gravel, and away from Camp Hollow Oak, leaving you there, alone, in the wilderness with Eric Wright and five other camp counselors.

With who knows what lurking in the trees.

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GuitarWorld: “I did everything by working my ass off. I played in bars six nights a week, 300 shows a year, three one-hour sets every night for eight years with no record deal”: Evanescence’s Troy McLawhorn on his guitar firsts, favorites and embarrassing moments https://trib.al/khFs88q

Interview Behind The Read More

In this Inquirer column, we reach out to Troy McLawhorn of Evanescence to answer the essential questions in any guitar player’s life. We’re talking first songs learned, first guitars played, and what would McLawhorn do if he had a time machine?

Well, maybe we know the answer to that – he’d take that damned trench coat back to the store…

What was your first guitar?

“My mom and dad had guitars in the house, and though they didn’t play them that much, those were the first guitars I grew up playing on. The one I really started to learn how to play on was my mom's nylon-string classical guitar.

“I played that for years before they bought me my first guitar, which I picked out in a music store down the street from my house. It had a black Gibson Explorer-style body with a maple neck and was made by a company called Lotus.”

What was the first song you learned to play?

“House of the Rising Sun by the Animals. I figured out the chords and then gave a little concert to my mom and dad. I was around 12.”

Do you remember your first gig?

“My first gigs were playing at parties. In my hometown, older kids would have what they called keg parties, where they’d buy a couple of kegs of beer and have a band play. So my first gigs were in people’s backyards, playing at parties for older people who were getting drunk. One of the earliest bands I can remember being in at the time was Hellrazor. By default, our only payment was beer.”

Ever had an embarrassing moment on stage?

“I can't think of anything in particular that occurred in Evanescence, but I do remember one embarrassing moment back in the early ’90s when I was in Still Rain. Whenever I performed, I’d wear snakeskin boots and a leather trench coat that went all the way down to the ground.

“One night, I was playing a solo at the front of the stage and totally rocking out. When I was done, I took a step back, but because my trench coat was so long, I stepped on it and couldn’t stand up straight.

“Each time I tried stepping back, the trench coat got shorter and shorter, until I fell down on stage on my back into the drum kit. I rolled around for a second so I could get my shit together, and I finally got up.”

What’s your favorite piece of gear?

“One piece of gear that I regret letting go of was a Mesa Boogie Mark IV. It was a combo that had a beautiful tweed front. As for my favorite, it’s my 1985 Gibson Les Paul Custom that was given to me for my birthday by a good friend.

“It was used when I got it, but it’s a beautiful guitar that’s got this amazing piece of leather artwork on the front. I’ve never seen anything like it and it just sounds and plays great.”

Suppose the building is burning down; what one guitar from your collection would you save?

“My wife gave me a really great American Telecaster for Christmas a few years back. It’s one of my favorite guitars to play when I’m at home, and it means a lot to me because my wife gave it to me.”

When was the last time you practiced and what did you play?

“It would’ve been last night before the show. I warm up before every show, playing guitar for 20 or 30 minutes. I will usually go through some exercises, and maybe a couple of things in the show that I may have fucked up the night before.

“I don’t really have a routine, as I don’t actually sit down and practice all that much when on tour, as I concentrate on maintaining and getting ready for the show I’m about to play. But when I’m home, I practice a lot and like to learn new things.”

What aspect of the guitar would you like to improve?

“I’d love to have more of a knowledge of music theory. Growing up, I learned everything by ear. I just listened to records and tried to figure out what I could. I think it would be great to have more of an educated knowledge of theory and scales and all that stuff.”

What advice would you give to your younger self?

“I’d say invent a time machine so it can take you to now, where you could watch YouTube videos! I think it’s amazing that kids have YouTube now, because it would’ve been a whole different thing for me if I had all the knowledge that’s on YouTube."

“I did everything I could by working my ass off. I played in bars five and six nights a week, playing 300 shows a year, playing three one-hour sets every night for about eight years with no record deal. The experience was amazing. I don’t know what more I could have done outside of what we did in that time.”

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[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 15

Hello!! We slowly but surely cranking up the tension between the two boys and it's going to be delicious.

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Eddie had every intention of telling Steve about Seth Thursday, but he was thwarted by Robin.

Steve was running a little behind because a tattoo was taking a little longer than he thought it would, so Eddie was in the waiting area for his turn.

“So, don’t blame Miranda for this,” Robin began with a wince. “But she told me about Seth.”

Eddie took a deep breath. “I’m a little disappointed she told you, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Mandy likes to talk.”

Robin hurried around the desk and knelt in front of him. “I only bring it up, because I have a different opinion about telling Steve.”

Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not against it as a whole,” she said gently. “Bad exes are bad business and that kind of shit can ruin things. I’m just saying not today.”

“Why...?”

Robin sighed, and sat next to him. “Look, you’re a great guy and I totally ship you and Steve. But don’t you think it’s a little early for the seven evil exes talk?”

Eddie snorted. “Thankfully only the one.”

She nodded. “I don’t think you should hide it from him. I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying have more fun with each other before you going trauma dumping.”

“But I–”

“Want to move slow and don’t know how to say that without trauma dumping?” she finished for him.

He waved his hand in front of him. “Yeah, that.”

She nodded, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Just say you had a rough go at dating the last couple of years and just want to go slow. He’ll understand. Okay?” Eddie nodded. Robin paused for a moment. “And also maybe not do it while you’re in the middle of a literal business transaction.”

Eddie mouthed the word, ‘oh.’ “Point taken. I keep making mistakes like that.”

“That’s because your job isn’t usual,” she explained. “Getting up on stage and playing music for hoards of people every weekend for cash is the dream for a lot of people, but other than the bar owner you really don’t have a boss and your co-workers are your best friends.”

Eddie laughed. He hadn’t heard what he did described that way before, but it was true. His job wasn’t normal, but even though the product wasn’t the usual thing, what Steve and Robin did was essentially retail. They provided a service to a consumer at a price.

He smiled. “Point well and truly made. Thank you. I probably would have fucked it up between us again if I told him about Seth while sharp needles were near my person.”

Robin cocked her head. “That too. I keep saying it but seriously I’m Team Steddie, okay? But Steve has never been wooed and doesn’t know what to do when someone is interested, just at a different speed then he’s used to going.”

Eddie played with his rings. “Steve’s never been wooed?”

Robin shook her head. “Even when he was dating men, they always seemed to expect Steve doing all the romancing. That’s why he forgave you so easily. You went out of your way to remember things about him that even he had forgotten himself. That’s a really big deal for him.”

Eddie blushed. “Jeff and Mandy said to go big, so I just did what I would have wanted to get as an apology.”

She hugged him. “I’ll be sure to tell him that if he ever needs to apology to you.”

Eddie leaned his head back. “Let’s pray he never has to, yeah?”

Robin nodded. “And look, you have this shitty past that means you want to take it as slow and steady as you can but don’t want to hurt his feelings and lose your chance with him. Does that sound about right?”

Eddie took a deep breath and let out with a shuddering sigh. “That about sums it up, yeah.”

She let him go and he slumped against the back of the chair.

“So this is what we’ll do,” Robin said with a small smile. “You’ll hold off telling Steve until Saturday after the gig. Probably on the way to the club and then have a good time with each other knowing you two like each other. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, his voice shaking a bit.

She patted his hand. “Let me go see how much longer he’s going to be, because we might have to reschedule.”

He nodded.

She got up and went back to Steve’s room. She came out a minute later.

“He’s pissed it’s taking so long to get the colors right,” she informed him. “So because he has to reschedule, he’s willing to do it Sunday before he goes over to Dustin and Suzie’s.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “He doesn’t have to do that.”

“I think I pretty much established how much he wants to be with you dude,” Robin told him. “So come to the shop around noon and he’ll work on your tattoo.”

“Yeah, okay,” he breathed. “I’ll you guys there at the bar on Saturday?”

“Yup,” she said cheerfully. “Me and Chrissy will be dressed appropriately. Steve will continue being Steve.”

Eddie shoved his hair in front of his face. “Which is one of the reasons I like him.”

She grinned, wrinkling her nose. “Sap. Now get out of here before you get it all over the floor.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, yeah. See you Saturday.”

Robin shooed him out of the shop to his laughter.

“I’ve never seen two stupider people in my life,” Erica said, leaning against the wall to the hallway that led to her and the other apprentices’ rooms.

Robin looked over at her with an even bigger grin. “Well, they are men.”

Erica bobbed her head back and forth. “That’s fair.” She walked back into her room and Robin followed her to check on Argyle and Chrissy.

“How goes the practice?” she asked Chrissy from the doorway.

Chrissy looked up and smiled. “I think I’m getting the hang of knowing how deep I’m going.”

Robin smiled back. “That’s great. I’m glad you’re finally getting the hang of it.”

“Steve a really good teacher,” she said. “I’ve learned so much since I started here and it hasn’t even been a whole week.”

Robin chuckled. “He’s like that. That’s why I love him.”

“How long have you guys been friends?” Chrissy asked. “Because I know you guys weren’t friends in high school.”

Robin laughed. “Actually we were. If you count the last half of his senior year and he absolutely does.”

“You guys don’t look like you could have been friends in any life time if I’m honest,” Chrissy admitted.

Robin cocked her head and shrugged. She moved further into the room. “Everyone says that, but they forget I was in marching band and soccer in high school. It’s not as though we’re complete opposites.”

“That’s true I guess,” Chrissy agreed. “You said your first job together burned down?”

Robin grinned. “Oh yeah. I’ll tell you about it later, I really have to get back up front.” She hesitated before turning on heel and scrambling out of the room, nearly hitting her head on the door frame.

Chrissy giggled.

*

Steve was vibrating in his seat at the table in front of the stage. Apparently, this table was reserved for friends of the band. The only reason Mandy didn’t show them to it last time was because she knew how loud it could be and didn’t want to scare them away their first night.

So now he can see every drop of sweat, every lip quiver, every finger placement. He gulped. He really wished that he had the foresight to sit in the back curve of the table and not the front. His brain was running a full commentary of all the things Steve found gross to keep his dick under control.

Steve was pretty sure he failed when he caught Jeff’s smirk. He was going to die. There was nothing for it. He was going to spontaneously combust, right here in the middle of this lovely bar.

And then Eddie winked. Steve let his eyelids flutter closed and tilted his head back in agony. He was grateful that was the song was the last in their set, because he was about to burst.

He stayed polite and waited for them to exit stage left, before he ran to the restroom. He ran into a stall and with two quick pumps he was coming into a bit of toilet paper. He carefully cleaned up and walked back out there a lot calmer, but embarrassed to the hilt.

Thankfully it was only the girls waiting for him and only Robin gave him a sly side eye about his mad dash to the restroom. So he was grateful for that. He just knew he was going to hear about it when he got home.

Finally band came out and Steve was relieved to see that Eddie had changed into something a little less ‘sex on legs’ and a little more ‘not kill Steve’.

Eddie looked good. He always did. But damn, that outfit he wore tonight on stage was a heart attack wrapped in leather and mesh.

“You guys ready for the club?” Gareth asked, bouncing on the balls on his feet.

Steve laughed. “I’m glad you guys had fun last time. But yeah, I’m ready.”

There were nods and agreements across the board.

“So where are we going?” Chrissy asked as they filed out into the parking lot.

“We decided to walk this time,” Jeff said. “It’s not very far and not worth the gas it would take to get there.”

Robin hopped up and down. “It’s this nifty little club that Stevie and I found when we first moved to Indy. It’s not strictly a gay club but it’s very friendly. It’s called Rainbow High and it has the best cocktail called Evita and it has...”

Steve tuned her out as she rattled on to Chrissy about the club with a fond shake of his head.

Eddie sidled up to him and nudged him with his shoulder. “I think your girl has a crush.”

Steve looked back up at the two girls walking in front of him. He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. I think she does, poor Miranda.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “I think she’ll live not being pursued by a Robin.”

They walked in silence a moment or two.

“God,” Eddie said, tilting his head back and rolling his shoulders, “it feels good to go out and not have to look over my shoulder every minute of every day.”

“Crazy fan or evil ex?” Steve asked lightly, trying to keep the concern out of his voice. In the back of his mind he kept chanting, go slow, go slow, go slow.

Eddie scoffed. “I’ve had both unfortunately, but no this one is an evil ex.”

Steve winced. “That’s rough. Nothing like a bad ex to make you want to run for the hills. It must take a lot of courage to keep taking a step forward every day.”

Eddie blushed. “I sometimes still feel like a coward, breaking it off with him, but everyone else in my life tells me I did the right thing.”

Steve took Eddie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Sometimes it’s hard to see how bad it looks in front of us, until someone else shows you.”

Eddie squeezed his hand back before reluctantly letting go. “You sound like you know from experience.”

Steve nodded. “My parents, unfortunately.” He ran thumb over the warmth Eddie’s hand left behind in his palm. “It wasn’t until Robin pulled me aside and made examine the relationships her and most of my other friends had with their parents and see that how they treated me wasn’t right.”

“That why you two ran away together?” Eddie teased.

Steve laughed. “Something like that. Her parents were really supportive.” He watched as his best friend laughed and made wild hand gestures for a moment. “Sometimes we think they love me more than they love her.”

Eddie leaned in close. “What’s not to love?”

Steve blushed.

***

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Love Bites (But So Do I) 3

Captain Swan Supernatural Summer @cssns

Once Upon A Time : Emma Swan and Captain Killian Hook Jones

To learn more about unusual break ins and thefts, Emma and Killian attended a long anticipated play. They were certain that the wealthy and the elite would make up most of the audience. And they would also be a source of a lot of gossip.

“You look good enough to eat.” Killian growled, pulling Emma to him and nuzzling her neck.

Her red dress was tight at the bodice. The corset pushed up her breasts, giving any onlooker a lovely view. The red and black lace choker around her neck added a little something that had Killian practically salivating over his lover.

Emma arched her body, opening more of herself for Killian’s attention.

“Lucky for both of us, I chose a flowing skirt. It will be easy to maneuver.”

The powers of speed and perception that came with being a vampire worked in Emma’s favor.

Neither she nor Killian were able to keep their hands off of one another on the carriage ride to the theater.

It was only through her supernatural abilities that Emma was able to fix their clothing before the valet opened their carriage door.

But as they entered the grand hall, Killian’s mood soured.

Emma followed his eye line and noticed a woman, slightly shorter than Emma, with light brown hair, and a haughty air of wealth and privilege about her.

“Aurora.” Killian explained. “She and I were engaged. Her family liked the idea of having an officer of the Royal Navy as a family member. Liam said it would be good for us to become part of an aristocratic family. Aurora said that she found me attractive and knew we would have beautiful babies. But after I was attacked, she called our engagement off.

 I was laying in the hospital when a nurse handed me a letter. In it, she said that she feared I was disfigured. That she couldn’t stomach seeing me in a hospital bed, all wrapped in bandages. And she couldn’t marry a man with scars all over his body.”

Emma remembered Killian telling her that he and his brother were out patrolling when they were both viciously attacked by what he later discovered to be a werewolf. Liam Jones had been killed instantly. His throat had been slashed open, causing him to bleed out.

Killian would have died from his injuries eventually, had he not become infected by the beast.

Emma knew that Killian had worshiped his brother.

It made what Aurora did all the more heartless.

And it seemed it hadn’t taken her long to move on, if the man whose arm she was on was any indication.

"Let’s go over and say hello." Emma suggested. An idea for the perfect revenge formed in her mind.

Aurora's face revealed plainly how shocked she was that her former fiance was far from disfigured.

The shock was soon replaced with envy, when she realized Killian had essentially married a woman far wealthier than her and her new fiance's families, combined. 

"How did you enjoy the play?" Philip asked, oblivious to his fiance's irritation.

“It was wonderful. I’m so glad Killian recommended seeing it.”

“You weren’t the one who suggested attending?” Aurora asked.

Emma had a sense that she believed women were the ones who decided on the social events.

“I trust my beloved’s judgment.” 

Aurora, thinking she found a way to embarrass her former betrothed, interjected.

“After that injury you sustained, making it impossible for you to work, it must be nice to have all of that time to do research on social events while you live off of your wife’s fortune.”

“Didn’t you know?” Emma asked, loudly, faking her surprise. “Killian fully healed from his injuries. He is as fit and healthy as he ever was. His skill and expertise gained from the royal navy is essential to our business.”

“And what is it that the two of you do?” Philip asked, genuinely curious and interested in the couple.

“The short answer is we are private investigators.” Killian explained. “We are often hired to look into things the main authorities would not be able to.”

“Sounds exciting. I would love to hear some stories, sometime. Perhaps the two of you can join us for dinner tomorrow night?”

Aurora looked as if she were about to choke. Emma could sense that she was trying to think quickly on how to prevent them from entering her home.

“We would love to.” Emma spoke before the brat could interject.. “Killian can tell you all about how he took down five goons at once, while I was questioning their boss.”

The dinner would be useful two fold.

One, Killian and Emma could find out what the humans knew about the attacks.

Two, they could rub it in Aurora’s face how greatly she messed up in letting Killian go.

Philip gave directions to his and Aurora’s home and when to arrive for dinner.

Then the two couples said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Knowing that Aurora was watching and listening, Emma cupped Killian’s groin and whispered, “I can’t wait to get you home. My pussy feels so empty without your cock inside it.”

WIth her acute hearing, she picked up Aurora’s gasp. Obviously shocked and scandalized at Emma’s bold and wanton behavior.

A proper noble woman was never to use such language. A lady of class and refinement never threw herself at a man. Not even her husband.

Honestly, Killian being turned into a werewolf was the best thing to happen to him. His sex life would have been so boring if he had married the spoiled brat.

Once they were in their carriage and the door was shut, Emma crawled into Killian’s lap.

The way she began to grind on his throbbing member made all thoughts of the past vanish from his mind.

"I don't want to wait till we get home." She moaned. "I want to feel you all over my body, now."

If the two weren’t so lost in one another, they would have seen Aurora peaking through the window of hers and her husband’s carriage and into theirs.

And then they would have seen her expression of shock, disgust, and envy that marred her pretty face.

The carriage ride back to their home was just as passionate as their ride to the theater.

But the arrival to their destination meant it was Emma’s turn to slip into a fowl mood.

Beal was standing in front of the house, blocking their entryway at their gate.

Emma knew that Killian’s instinct would always be to protect her and their home. He was possessive of her. Of their bond. And he would destroy anything that was a threat to it.

So she had no real concern at her former sire being there. It was just a great annoyance. It meant that her playtime with her werewolf would be delayed.

A glance at Killian, and Emma could see he was as unhappy about this situation as she was.

Killian didn’t like the male vampire’s smug demeanor. He wanted to tear into his chest cavity and rip out his heart. He wanted to dig his claws into the vampire’s skin and tear it from his body.

That would be the best way of removing his smug grin.

It was obvious that Neal needed to be shown how foolish he was being.

Emma decided to give her former sire the opportunity to learn his lesson the hard way.

“If you want to talk, Neal, then we’ll allow you to talk. I have to make a call to Nemo. Killian, my darling, will you keep an I on him while I do it.”

The three entered the house. Emma continued toward the study to update Nemo on the case.

Being alone with Killian, Neal thought it was the best time to demand the werewolf leave Emma alone.

“Do you really think she’s happy with you? Dog breath. I’m the best thing that has happened to her. She will only be satisfied with her own kind. The sooner the two of you realize that, the better everyone will be.”

Killian's eyes glowed a hypnotic blue. His menacing growl shook Neal to his core.

“I’ve allowed you to say your piece. Now I’m going to say mine. I’m in this for the long hall, mate. Emma is the best thing to happen to me. You are the worst thing to happen to her. The sooner you get that through your head, the better. I will fight for Emma with my dying breath.”

Emma returned. She noticed the two men glaring at one another. Killian’s face was full of fury. Neal’s face contained more nervous energy.

"Why is your crotch wet?" She asked in puzzled disgust.

Killian snorted, smelling the rancid stench at the same time she did. Revealing the truth.

Neal had pissed himself in fear.

“I could never be yours.” Emma sneered at Neal. “You are a sniveling coward. My Killian does everything to fill my life with pleasure. You only fill it with disgust.”

Neal, choosing to pretend that he hadn’t just soiled himself, pleaded with Emma to speak with him alone.

“I want nothing to do with you, Neal.” Emma hissed.

“We were good, once, we can be again.”

“We were never good. You’re delusional if you think we were in love. Even you can’t possibly believe your lies.”

He grabbed a hold of her arm. “Emma, please just listen to me.”

“Let go of me.”

Within seconds, Killian transformed, turning from his human state into full beast form.

Neal screamed and tried to escape, but it was too late. Even a vampire could not get away from an enraged werewolf.

“You shouldn’t have touched me, Neal.” Emma said calmly, knowing both men could hear her. “My lover is quite jealous and possessive.”

With his powerful jaws, Killian tore open Neal’s throat while a massive paw ripped his rib cage from him, exposing his insides. The other paw raked at his back, exposing and breaking his spine.

Being a vampire, Neal was able to survive, but he was left in terrible agony.

With her sharp senses, Emma saw that Neal’s body was slowly healing itself.

For the time being, there was nothing he could do but lay on the ground and wait for the power to get back up again.

His view until then would be pure torture, for him.

For Emma, it would be sweet ecstasy.

Killian was not done proving that Emma was his. He turned to her with a roar, ripping her gown from her.

He licked a long stripe up her body, starting deep between her legs.

She wrapped one hand around his neck, and used the other hand to brace herself on the table. Her eyes fluttered close at the pleasure Killian created with the working of his large tongue over her body.

When she was dripping, her beast aligned himself and speared her on his massive cock.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Neal’s shock and amazement, and felt a smug satisfaction knowing he was comparing himself, and falling short.

Emma didn’t hold back her moans and cries of pleasure as Killian thrust wildly into her.

She would let the whole world know how good it felt to be ravaged by her beast.

He erupted into her, marking her with the scent of his seed.

Now calmed, Killian shifted from his wolf form to human once again.

Neal was still helpless, so Emma saw it as an opportunity to show him what he will never have.

She dropped to her knees before Killian, taking his softened member in her mouth and stimulating it to firmness once again.

she cradled him, squeezing ever so gently, and soon had him moaning his enjoyment.

He tried to pull her up, but she wouldn’t allow it. She sucked harder on his member, taking it deep in her throat. His legs began to tremble from the intensity of her focus.

The noises she made were deafening to Neal’s ears. Every slurp, every lick, seemed to echo around the room.

She was even moaning! As if she were enjoying it as much as the beast above her.

Even after Killian howled his release, Emma remained with her mouth around his organ, until every last drop of his essence had been consumed.

Then she stood up. Her eyes filled with love and her smile full of mischief.

“Delicious.” She purred. “Alway my favorite treat.”

Their eyes turned to Neal, who was just starting to get the strength to get up.

“I should kill him. How dare he even think about touching you.” Killian growled.

Emma cradled his face and smiled warmly at her lover. Though her words were far more sinister. “Control yourself, my beloved. I enjoy watching you tear Neal apart. Torturing him is far more satisfying than killing him outright. Letting him live is especially cruel, when he knows of what you and I are to one another.”

Killian grabbed Neal by the throat. His claws punctured the skin, causing the vampire's own blood to drip from his neck.

"If you have any self preservation, I suggest you find another place to dwell. Preferably one that is far away from here." Emma sneered. "Or else my werewolf lover and I will make your existence a living nightmare."

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My Official Review of the Masterclass Pinky and The Brain Shorts (Spoilers)

Attention! DO NOT READ THIS if you don’t want spoilers for these shorts because I’ll be spoiling the heck out of them. Are we good? Alright!

You guys!! I am proud to announce that these shorts, which I watched today, were actually pretty good! Like seriously! The clip show aspect was not invasive, the new animation was amazingly expressive, it was not a massive advertisement for the Masterclass service, it felt like a somewhat proper conclusion with the mice getting to say all their iconic phrases for one last time, there were no breaks in the continuity (in fact they bring back a lot of things such as Pinky lying whenever he says zort and the no-bake cheesecake), and it was actually funny!! I laughed a lot from the new stuff and the interactions were cute. Pinky calls Brain handsome!! Eeeeeeeeee! Brinky is real! The voice acting was also top notch. Why does Brain sound so good here? I don’t know but I love it! And the animation was amazing! For this being a secret project, it was well animated with a lot of expressions we see from season 3, proving that these were being produced simultaneously. Brain is also a wonderful teacher. He could does really well in this setting with him providing useful knowledge and tips. Brain was at his best here as well, with him not being too unlikable. He’s just over-the-top and funny. Also, the reveal of his greatest enemy was pretty surprising (Brain have you seen your internet fanbase? People love you!!). Pinky was so cute! He also gets a lot of good lines and interactions. I loved the ending of the final short with Pinky essentially defeating Brain’s plan because of something he learned. These shorts were also kind of complete chaos. Also, my worries of this being a massive ad for Masterclass were thankfully invalid. It wasn’t annoying and didn’t detract from my overall enjoyment. I’m so happy! However, there were a few issues. First off, they weren’t long enough! Sure the use their four minute run to their advantage, filling nearly that entire runtime with the mice, but I wanted more! They have so much potential for a spin-off that I think this might be a testing ground of sorts. Another problem was the amount of clips used. Yes, they weren’t that invasive and I thought that it could’ve been worse, but I wanted to see more new animation. It’s fine though. Brain and Pinky played off of those old clips very well to honestly hilarious results. Also, Brain Pinky-proofing his entire setup for the class was amusing and entertaining. And yes, I know everyone’s talking about the Future Brain references. I thought they were funny and clever.

Basically all my concerns about these shorts were made invalid. I really enjoyed them and I hope you did too. I can’t believe that I laughed as much as I did and I think the writers and animators were trying to put as many gags and jokes in as possible due to the short runtime. Were there problems? Yes. Was it as good as the highs from season 3? No. But I think these shorts served their purpose well and managed to surprise me. The animation was sooooooooo good! Do I think that this serves as a semi-proper finale; I think so. You have all that was missing from the final segment on Animaniacs. What more could you want? Anyways that it for now! I’d rank these an 8/10 overall. What a fun time! I’m going to miss them so much!! 🥺😢(Yes I’m working on Pinky Week right now. Sorry for the extensive delay!)

#pinky and the brain #patb #patb spoilers #brinky #animaniacs spoilers #holy crap these were actually good?!! #I was not let down today!! Yay!!! #time to watch every segment from the reboot again and these shorts! #I’m going to miss my mouse boys so much! #WB please give them a reboot!! I’m going to cry!