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margotw10bis · 2 months

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Crashing On Crush.JJK 6 [m]

crush!Jungkook x reader / Hoseok x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 5.1k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: angst; broken heart; mention of death; protected sex; oral sex (f. receiving)

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Graduation Day. Today, you finally graduate from college. It's officially the end of your long academic journey and the beginning of the 'real adult life'. You have dreamt about this day for years: being finally able to introduce yourself as a Master's Degreed Cultural Business professional. You've planned this day a hundred of times with Suzi. You should be happy, party with your friends, have fun. But your mood is miles away from that. The poor seven days after Jungkook's broken your heart weren't enough for you to heal.

Jongseob is by your side though, the exact same way you were for his high school graduation. He looks so happy for you that you don't want him to worry about you. So you put a fake smile on your face and act like everything's fine. His innocent eyes are shining with pride and affection and that puts some ointment on your ripped heart some what.

"How is it to be free from school?" He asks you with his imperfect yet so cute smile

"I guess you'll have to finish college to know" You answer while he winces.

Jongseob hasn't decide yet if he wants to go to college next year. You wish he would so he can have more choices in the future but you don't want him to be unhappy and force him to do something he doesn't like.

"You're no fun, Noona"

You stick out your tongue at him to tease. He hugs you tight and you feel good for the first time in days in his arms. You realize that the little boy you met years ago is becoming a strong man. His embrace is getting more and more powerful, just like he is turning into an adult. You're proud but also a little bit worried that maybe he won't need you anymore. But it's far from the truth: you will always have a special place in Jongseob's heart because you had been and will always be his family, even when he was alone.

"I love so much, Jongseob" You whisper emotionally, so thankful to him to lighten your mood while he has no clue of it

"I love you too, Noona"

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"Please, Kookie!"

"No, it's not a good idea" Jungkook sighs

She has been yapping in his ears for fifteen minutes now and Jungkook's starting to have a headache.

"Come on! We haven't hung out for years! It's gonna be fun!" She is pouting, trying to coax him while he sighs for the thousandth time.

Jungkook sits on his couch, trying to not remember how it felt like when he has hold you in his arms at the very same spot a few days ago. It seems like years ago to him now. A harsh pinch in the heart makes him wince at the thought. He misses you so much.

The past week, he has tried everything to forget you: he has worked overtime to keep his mind busy, spent hours in malls with her talking about new fashion trends - as if he gives a fuck about it - and he has been working out a lot. Right now, he doesn't want to do anything. He just wants to stay home, alone, and try to fix his damaged heart. He has given up everything, given up you, for her and she was asking for more. How much could he handle until the breaking point?

"I swear, we gonna have fun, Kookie. We don't even have to drink so you could take your lovely fancy car"

Jungkook stares at her with narrow eyes, trying to figure out if it's a good idea. It's definitely not. Yet, he says:

"Okay, but no drinking" He is not sure he'll have the patience to deal with a drunk person tonight while he surely wants to get wasted to forget you a few seconds.

"Yes! Thanks, Kookie!" She brightly yells, throwing herself at Jungkook's neck and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

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"Can you tell me once again why we are here?"

You are grumpy. Even when Suzi has tried by all means to cheer you up, it didn't work. Tired from trying, your best friend ended up dragging you - against your consent - in a club.

"Because we have talked about it a thousand times and we agreed on celebrating our graduation months ago. Come on, it will be fun, I promise" Suzi softly says to you, kissing your cheek

You can't blame her, it's true. You, indeed, were supposed to party after the graduation ceremony and go to the club since Suzi loves it. You promised her. But when you did, you didn't know that a tattooed man with piercing would break your heart. However, you enter the club and the loud music is already hurting your ears. This is going to be a long night.

Everyone is so happy. Suzi, your friends from college and Taehyung are all dressed up and in the mood of partying. Not you. You didn't even put any efforts on your outfit: just a simple pair of jeans with a - oh, fancy! - lilac bardot top. You try, you really try to be in the mood, smile and joke with everyone but you can't. Every time your eyes close, you see him. His long, black and smooth hair. His beautiful dark doe eyes. His perfect lips. Those same lips that kissed you and then opened to say 'I love you' to another girl.

You give up hope on having a good night and walk straight to the bar. Alcohol will be your friend tonight. You directly order two shots of vodka, wishing that after that you won't have this handsome man in your mind.

Next to you, a woman appears.

"A diet Coke, please!"

You tense immediately. This voice. No. No, no, no. This can't be. Fate can't be this cruel to you. You don't hear well because of the shitty and loud music. But you can't help turning your head at her. It's her. The girl you saw in Jungkook's arms. She is gorgeous. Long dark, almost black, straight hair. Beautiful brown almond eyes. And a perfect smile with full lips. The smile you should have on your face tonight.

You just stare at her, speechless.

"Celebration night?" She asks you cheerfully while your heart squeezes in pain

"Yeah" You answer with a white voice

You just pray she is alone and he is not here. But who are you kidding? The odds have never been on your side. You are just unlucky. So, of course, he walks right at her, not even noticing you. And that fucking hurts.

"You said no alcohol" He talks in her ear

Seeing him this close to her, her back leaning on his buff chest is painful. This is everything you wanted and Jungkook has it, with another woman. Your heart burns and its beats echo in your ears. You feel your throat drying and your eyes watering.

"Relax, Kookie, it's just a Coke"

Then, Jungkook's eyes meet yours. The surprise is more than visible on his perfect face - the face you wish you didn't miss this much. You still remember how his lips felt on yours, how his long almost touching shoulders hair felt under your fingertips. It felt so good so why does it hurt so bad now? Why does he have to look so good in his black t-shirt and same color jeans when you look like trash? Didn't he feel any pain last week while you were crying every night in your bed? It looks like it...

"Y/N?" His deep voice becomes suddenly raspy and is almost a whisper

"Oh, you know each other?" The girl says and then smiles at you, even that hurts you "I'm Mina, Jungkook's girlfriend. Nice to meet you"

You feel like throwing up. Jungkook has a girlfriend and he cheated on her with you. And now you are facing her! How are you supposed to face her? You feel so guilty. You don't even look her in the eyes. It takes everything from you to give her a weak 'Nice to meet you too'.

You notice your two shots that the bartender has just put on the desk and drink them one shot. The vodka burns your throat and your stomach, which makes you wince, but it's nothing compared to your fucking torn apart heart.

You walk away, putting as much distance as you can with Jungkook and his girlfriend. Your vision is blurred by burning tears and you are struggling to breath. You bump into so many people on the crowd dance floor on your way to the exit. At some point, you run into Suzi. Her smile immediately fades away when she sees the panicked and hurt expression on your features.

"What's going on?"

"I-I can't stay here. I'm sorry. Jungkook, he-I'm sorry" You can't speak properly with your erratic breathe and messed up brain

You push Suzi's hands off of your body and run to the door, begging for air.

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It was a bad idea. Jungkook knew it. He should have said no to Mina. The way you looked at him and then, the sorrow that twisted your pretty face... He couldn't take it. He swears he heard his heart break again when you left.

"Why would you do that?" He speaks harshly to Mina

"Do what?"

"Say you're my girlfriend"

"Because I always do that. I say I'm your girlfriend, you say you're my boyfriend. We always do that" Mina frowns

"We did. Don't do it anymore"

Jungkook clenches his jaw so tight that his teeth hurt. But he knows that it's not over when a furious Suzi walks straight to him. He has never seen his best friend's girlfriend like that. If eyes could kill, he would be dead for sure.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Suzi shouts, pushing harshly Jungkook's chest with her two palms.

He winces more from the pain caused by her words than her gesture.

"Wooh, calm down. Who the hell are you?" Mina intervenes and it's a fucking bad idea

Suzi glances at the girl. Your best friend gets even angrier when she understands everything: the real reason why you were so heartbroken is this girl. Jungkook lied to you! He made a fool out of you! He played with your heart so easily and now he is having a good time with a girl? Suzi can't bare with it.

Suzi has known you for four years and you are one of the most important people in her life. You shared your room at the beginning of college, you were there when her stupid ex-boyfriend cheated on her the first year, you helped her moving with Taehyung. You love her and she loves you. During all the years you have been friends, Suzi has never seen you being mean to someone. You are always kind, you always try to please everyone even when that means you being uncomfortable. You are the best person she knows and fuck! you don't deserve any of this twisted situation. You deserve the kindest man and he would be the luckiest person on Earth to be loved by you.

"You piece of shit" Suzi hisses with disgust "How could you do that to her? Y/N is such a nice girl. Do you have any idea how much she's cried the past few days?"

Jungkook's heart tighten, feeling your pain just like his. He swears he didn't want to hurt you but he didn't have a choice. Not when Mina was here and he had to take care of her. He wants to tell Suzi to stop talking because knowing how much you have suffered because of him is too much to handle. However, if your best friend thinks he is an asshole and tells you to stay away from him, then he would know there is no chance for him and he wouldn't be tempted to run after you and beg you for forgiveness.

"Stay away from her! Don't ever talk to her again! You don't deserve anything from her, not even a glance, not even a thought. And I don't want to ever see you again so don't step in my apartment again"

With that, Suzi leaves, her heart pounding with adrenaline, anger and sadness for you.

"Is everyone crazy in Seoul?" Mina jokes

Jungkook doesn't even talk back and walks through the crowd. He needs air. Everything around him is too heavy: the air in the club, the heat from sweaty people, and the huge pain of his heart. It's all crushing him.

The second he pushes the heavy exit door, the air slaps his face. He steps aside the small crowd near the entrance wanting to enter the club or smoking a cigaret. Everything is so fucked up in his life. He needs to think and to convince himself he can't be with you. But that's so hard when he sees you panting and crying in the middle of the street, just a few meters away from him. He doesn't want you to cry for him, he is not worth it. He wants you to be happy and that's the only reason why he's pushed you away. However, when he sees you like this, he wishes he could travel back time.

His body is moving instinctively and he doesn't notice he is hugging you until he feels your body tightly pressed against his.

Your eyes widen. For a moment, just a second, all the pain is gone. Jungkook's warm and strong arms around you make everything bad disappear. It's so easy for him to make you happy - or sad. A small part of you forgives him everything immediately and is willing to not ask any question as long as he keeps you in his arms. But the other part is too hurt and overwhelmed by how right it feels to be in his embrace.

You try to push him away but he is way stronger than you.

"Get off of me!" You exclaim, sounding more hurt than angry

He does distance himself from you but not too much. He still has his big palms on your bare shoulders, making you look at him in his pretty eyes. You swear you can see as much pain as you feel but it can't be true: he has a girlfriend, he doesn't love you and he lied to you. It's just your imagination because it's what you wish so much: him to love you.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry"

His voice is broken, his eyes get watery and you close yours in disbelief.

"I don't want to listen to you. You lied to me! You lied to her!"

Your eyes are red and big round tears are rolling on your cheeks. This is pathetic, crying in front of him. You try once again to get rid of his hands.

"Listen to me, Mina is not-"

"Don't touch her" A strong man's voice cuts Jungkook off while he is pushed by the stranger

You look up at your savior and you gasp. Hoseok, the sunshine in the darkness. How ironic is it to meet your first ever crush when your current one has broken your heart?

You are equally surprised to see him than to see how his features are tensed while he is sweetest guy in the world. You haven't seen him in years. Strangely enough, he was the reason why you wanted to move to South Korea for your studies.

Hoseok, while he is almost seven years older than you, was your neighbor abroad. He was born in Korea but his parents moved in the house next to yours when you were six. Your parents are friends and you can't count how many evenings you've spent together. As a teenager, you began to have your very first crush on your handsome neighbor. He was sweet, nice and always smiling. When you think about him, your heart is full of happy memories. Of course, due to the age gap, you never said anything about your feelings towards him and you know he saw you like a little sister. However, few time after his studies, Hoseok went back to Korea and that's when you decided you would go too and maybe, if it's fate, you would meet Hoseok again.

Your crush on Hoseok was the innocent one. The one you have when you're young and you're willing to love more than to be loved. Now, you have no romantic feelings for him but a huge affection. He has changed your life in so many ways, especially when it's thanks to him you started get interested in the Korean culture.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok asks you with a softer tone

"Hobi?" Is all you manage to say with a small and shaky voice and you are quite surprised how his surname came so naturally on your tongue. More than that, it feels sweet and safe.

On the other hand, Jungkook's knuckles whiten as he clenches his fists. He wonders who the fuck is that guy. Also, he is angry that this guy has stopped him while he was trying to explain himself to you. If he has to, Jungkook won't hesitate to punch him, especially when he sees his hand grabbing yours.

"Y/N, please, let me talk to you" Jungkook tries to soften his voice when he talks to you but it's a hard thing to do when his whole body is so tensed

"Please, Hobi, let's leave"

Jungkook's heart squeezes and it's even more painful that you don't look at him at all.

Hoseok simply nods and leads you to his car.

It's an understatement to say he was surprised to see you. He wasn't even sure it was you: the last time he saw you, you were fifteen - that's to say just a kid for him. Now, you are a woman. A beautiful woman. He knew you were in Korea because his parents'd told him but he just didn't expect at all to meet you like this. However, when he heard this all-in-black guy calls your name, he didn't hesitate and pushed him away from you. Seeing you cry rekindled his protective instinct towards you.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Hoseok asks when you get in his car

"I don't want to talk about it" You answer honestly

Hoseok firmly grips the wheel, a hundred of scenarios in his head wondering how much this asshole hurt you. He swears to god, if he has touched you, he will kill him. Lost in his thoughts, he startles when you put a delicate hand on his taut one. His eyes soften forthwith and he manages to give you a weak smile.

"Thank you for helping me" You say

"You don't have to thank me, Y/N. Do you want me to bring you home?"

"Actually..." You blush hard "Can we go at yours instead? I don't want to be home alone"

Hoseok takes a moment to think, wondering if it's truly appropriate. But when he looks at you, he sees two things: how sad you are and that you are not the kid he knew in the past. You're a grown up woman and you are able to make your own decision. If you need his help, anyway is it, Hoseok will help you. However, he can't say he is not caught short of how beautiful you are. He has to shake his head to not think about you in another way than his sweet young neighbor.

"Sure" He eventually says with a dry throat, especially abashed when you give him a gorgeous smile.

Hoseok's apartment is way bigger than yours but it's homy. It feels just as warm and welcoming as Hobi's smile. You notice some pictures with his parents and family, and with his friends too. You are smiling while you are browsing the paper memories. But you suddenly gasp. One photo, way bigger than the other ones is a wedding. Hoseok's wedding! He is smiling like crazy in his beautiful white suit and he is holding the hand of the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Her hair is delicately style in a fluffy bun and her wedding dress makes her look like a princess.

"You're married?!" You scream more than you ask, in a high pitch

"I, uhm, yes, kinda"

Hoseok's smile is so sad when he gets close to you to look at his wedding photo. He knows it by heart but he is always amazed by how gorgeous Sojung is.

"Where is she? I hope she doesn't bother me being here"

"She passed away two years ago"

There is so much pain in Hoseok's voice. You feel your heart breaks with his.

"Oh my god, Hobi, I'm so sorry, I didn't know" You squeeze gently his shoulder to confort him and he gives you a thanking smile

"She was sick even before the wedding. But we wanted to get married. You know, it's funny because there was no point of that, we knew she would die few weeks after the ceremony. But we did it anyway: getting married knowing it was useless... It was worth it though. Sojung was so happy, she laughed the whole day"

You can't hold your tears when you listen to him. You feel so bad for him. Hoseok is always so happy, so cheerful. He is a true sunshine. Knowing he's been through so much pain is heartbreaking. You would give everything for him to be with his wife right now.

"I'm so sorry, Hobi"

You hug him tightly while you are both crying. You don't know how long you stay like that but something changes in you. And you are sure that Hoseok feels the same thing. Sharing your pain with someone you've known for years but have no idea of your biggest pain is someway liberating and comforting. You share your pain and you heal each other's sore. You don't need to talk because yours and Hoseok's hearts are directly connected and understand each other's.

He cups your face in his big hands, looking straight in your watery eyes with his own. He is so beautiful: his perfect brows, his brown and soft eyes, his perfect nose and his heart-form lips. You are drowning in his eyes.

"Can you love me just for tonight?" Hoseok asks you in a whisper

"Only if you love me for tonight too" You murmur

It's exactly what you felt when you hugged: you both need to feel loved. Just for a night. Your two hearts are full of love but have no one to love. You both know that, as your lips meet, you are secretly willing to be with somebody else. But it doesn't matter, all you need now is each other.

Hoseok's lips are soft and warm. It's like a big hug around your entire body and you feel safe. The kiss is nothing like sultry but passionately sad. Yet, your heart beats faster as Hoseok presses his lips harder against your mouth. Your hands find their way to his hair while his hands are holding your waist tighter. Soft moans escape your lips glued to Hobi's. The kiss feels good. It exactly feels like what you need.

Without pulling your mouths apart, Hoseok guides you towards his bedroom. You don't have time to look around but it's like a safe place. You pull on his shirt to help him get rid of it. You are surprised to see how defined are his muscles. Hoseok has always been fit but it's the first time you see him shirtless. And it's quite a pleasant view. You can't deny the arousal slowly building up in your stomach, especially when Hobi's mouth starts working on your neck. The wetness of his lips and tongue against the burning, thin and sensitive skin of your throat feels so fucking good. Your head is completely in the clouds of horniness.

Hoseok leaves your skin just the time to take off your top and his eyes meet your perfect breast cloaked in your strapless skin color bra. He gently kisses the bare skin and smoothly undoes your bra. It's on the floor in no time. Your fingers run up and down against his strong and soft back, pulling him closer to you. Hoseok's mouth makes its way down until he kneels in front of you. He looks up at your face to silently ask you permission to slide down your last pieces of clothing, and you are all up for it. His delicate fingers unbuttons your jeans and drag them down your legs.

Your moan fills the air when Hoseok gently kisses you through your panties' fabric. You feel it soaked from your arousal. The last clothing barrier is getting rid off and two big palms are holding on your hips. The grip is firm and fucking good. However, not as good as Hoseok's lips on your clit. The position is so sinful when you're standing up, completely naked, a man's face in front of your wet pussy kissing your sensitive bud. His tongue is warm and powerful while it rolls around your clit at a delightful pace. Your hands grab Hoseok's hair to not fall down under the pleasure he is providing you. He takes your left leg and makes it rest on his large shoulder to have a better access to your dripping cunt.

"Oh fuck!" You moan

His tongue is devilishly expert. It licks the right place over and over again until you feel your body tense and lightly shake. You roll your head back, your groans getting louder and deeper. His hands squeeze your perfect ass and the fire in you explodes. You shout his name when you reach your high.

Hoseok gets up and you fall against his chest because of your post-orgasm shaky legs. You feel good in his arms, especially when he pats your hair. You catch your breathe and starting unbuckling his belt before undressing him. You gasp and blush hard when you see Hoseok's cock. You've never thought you would see it one day, and he has nothing to be ashamed of. Hoseok's member is not particularly thick but it's definitely long. The sight of his hard cock makes your mouth water at the same time it makes your pussy even wetter.

You press your lips on his, feeling his dick pressed on your belly, hard and warm. You gently push Hobi on the bed, his back resting on his headboard. You get on top of him, still kissing. You bite his lower lip when his hands firmly grab your ass. He places delicate pecks on your collarbone to your tits. You press his head deeper on your skin.

"Grab a condom in the night stand" He asks you with a raspy voice

It's at that moment that you realize he hasn't spoke until now. You stretch your body to open the drawer and pull off a metallic square packet. You open it and give the condom to Hoseok for him to cover his length. When he is done, he grabs your hips and push you down. Right before entering you, he looks you in the eyes. You nod, saying that you're okay and he slowly stretches your pussy. It feels so good and a long moan escapes your parted and swollen lips.

"You feel so good" Hoseok whispers against your neck with his eyes closed

You stay on his cock a few seconds to adapt. He is so long, you can feel him very deep inside you. You rest your forehead against his and start bouncing on him. Sinful sounds of skins slapping fill the air and make you more horny. You even have the feeling that Hoseok's cock is getting harder. Quickly, your skins are covered with a thin layer of sweat. You hold him close to you, your arms around his shoulders. Hoseok's fingers grab your boob and play with your nipple while the other is wrapped around your waist helping you to ride him.

"Oh my god, Hobi!" You scream when his cock hits your g-spot

"Keep going, it's so fucking good, Y/N" Hoseok cheers you before storming on your pretty lips "You are so gorgeous, do you know that?"

His compliment makes you clench around his long dick. Each slide against your walls is a pleasure that makes your tighter. You are beginning to feel tired, especially when your second orgasm is not far but Hoseok helps you by lifting his hips to meet yours harder and deeper. The slapping sounds made by your thighs is louder and it drives you and Hoseok crazy.

"I'm close" You groan, closing your eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his big cock buried in your cunt

You feel good in his arms, you feel so close to him. He is taking you like he loved you and you are taking him like you loved him. This is exactly what you both needed. The whole bedroom is filled with your moans and slapping skins. You feel your pussy getting tighter and tighter around him, warning Hoseok that you're going to cum soon. He pounds you a little faster to make you reach your climax right before him, moaning each other's names.

You are both panting, foreheads against each other's. Hobi's hands gently caress your arms and your back while you free his pretty face from his sticky hair.

"Thank you, Y/N, for loving me tonight" He says, softly kissing your lips

"Thank you for loving me tonight, Hobi" You whisper back

He invites you to take a shower, which you gladly accept. Someway, your heart feels less heavy. Not only you didn't think about Jungkook while you were with Hobi, but you also could release a little bit of your love to give it to someone who needed it. Hoseok feels the exact same. He didn't think he would ever, ever have sex with you and yet, it was a beautiful moment. You were so delicate in his arms and he has held you so sweetly, giving up a little bit of his sorrow. He just hopes you don't think he was using you, and he hopes that you could spend time together and try to be the old friends that you are.

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Your day is a perfect example of the Ying Yang symbol. Everything started good, great even: Namjoon has just told you that the gallery wanted to keep working with you and offered you a permanent contract. You were so, so happy and you gave him a little demonstration of your 'happy dance' and he laughed a little bit too much to not upset you - not that you resent him because you ended up laughing harder when he started dancing too.

But then, everything went beyond wrong when Aecha, your colleague in charge of the communication, asked you to welcome the new graphic designer for a future exhibition in few months. In fact, in a city as big as Seoul, the odds of this graphic designer being the only person you don't want to see are low. But you are not lucky. Because while waiting for this new partner to arrive, your heart skips a beat when none other than Jeon Jungkook walks towards you.

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wonijinjin · 2 months

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THE WEEKND SERIES: CALL OUT MY NAME - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

author’s note: the first work of the series! i am all for strangers to more tropes so i hope you guys will have fun reading it! take care<3

synopsis: will shared fate with a stranger turn into something more, something you had never expected?

word count: 0.6k | genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, dark themes (apocalypse) | pairing: cheol x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of injury, doctors, apocalypse, death

the masterpost to this series can be found here.

the wind was blowing coldly as you reached the deserted capital, body tired from dragging it all day, not finding anyone near who could help you out. in the distance you could spot a silhouette, a human’s to be exact. “wait!” you shouted from the top of your lungs, taking all of your energy and putting it into a final call before you saw the figure turning around, running in your direction. the pain in your injured leg became unbearable and forced your knees to buckle; luckily the stranger who had arrived by your side just at that moment had caught you, laying you down on the muddy ground. “hi.” you smiled at him while his eyes widened in surprise seeing another human alive. there were not many people who survived the earthquakes or the tsunamis after the collision of the meteor. “nice to meet you.” he smiled back at you, inspecting the wound on your foot. “i guess you got this while trying to escape from the storm.” you wheezed. “good guess, sherlock.” his movements halted and he got a roll of surgical tape and bandaids out from his pocket. “so, do you want me to fix you up? you are not doing so well as i can see.” you nodded immediately, thanking him several times. “i have been searching for signs of life for days, but have seen noone so far.” he shook his head in agreement. “because there is almost no human here as of today. i’m surprised to see you here, never thought i would cross paths with someone here. everyone i know is at the same place, the mall. they gathered there, but they are starting to go crazy so i left.” he explained what he knew about the situation happening. your lack of response and the way you stared into nothing alarmed him and he pulled your body towards his so he could see your eyes. “you with me?” he swung his hand in front of your face. you nodded slowly to ensure that you heard and understood him. “good.” he thought for a moment. “must be shock which got you so quiet all of a sudden.” he finished wrapping up your leg, patting it for good measure. “can you stand?” he questioned with a warm look, one which you missed so much, after so long of not being in contact with others. “hello? i asked if you can stand up and walk.” he was crouching next to you, grabbing your chin to check your eyes again. you assumed that he must’ve been a doctor since he was looking for signs of head injury for sure, you knew this much of first aid. you leaned in without thinking, kissing him quickly. this caught him off guard, but it was so quick and sudden that it was over before he could register what was happening. “sorry, i just needed to check if you were real. i’ve been alone for a while, i wasn’t sure if it was just in my head or not.” he had a weird expression but only for a moment, then caught your wrist and lifted your finger to his face, poking it. “you could’ve just done this, you know.” he laughed sweetly, another thing you had been missing from your life. “you are right…” you whispered shyly, a bit embarrassed. “anyways, i see that you are quite lonely. you can accompany me for the time being if you want to. at least i can make sure your leg actually gets better.” you grinned tiredly. “if i’m gonna be your companion i gotta know your name at least though.” he extended his arm towards you. “just call me seungcheol.”

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neowinestainedress · 1 year

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for your eyes only | jeong jaehyun

title: for your eyes only | part of christmas must be something more

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc

summary: jaehyun doesn't know it yet, but he looks really pretty in pink.

genre: smut, non-idol au, established relationship, (implied) polyamorous relationship, smutmas

warnings: cross-dressing | public (kinda), cross-dressing, feminization, sex toys (anal vibrator), oral sex (f receiving), lot of praises, pet names, pegging, overstimulation, coming untouched, dubcon (when will jade and jaehyun stop trying new kinks without talking before? never. that’s it, that’s the dubious consent, jae is unsure as always but he discovers a new kink so...) sub!jaehyun, dom!oc

words: 6.565k

taglist: @webscreams @multislut @roxyvogue @dullparadisewithtxt @yutas-princess02 @seongwhaffels @cosmiczen @adorejhyun | couldn't tag: @yutascoffee127

a/n: babygirl jaehyun brain goes brrrr. the clothes he wears are linked, i tried to describe them cause i know it gives wattpad 2012 but i thought that with pictures you could visualize it better

Jaehyun had no idea how he ended there, walking around the mall trying to seem unbothered by the random vibrations that were making him go crazy.

Or well, he did. It was Jade’s fault as always.

“You want me to wear this outside?” Jaehyun squealed once Jade’s words hit him as he turned the butt plug in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes.

“Mh, mh,” she hummed as if she didn’t propose anything scandalous.

Well, not like they were going to do anything wild that day, it was just an afternoon to go shopping at the mall for fun since the others were busy or anyway weren’t in the mood to go out.

“I — I…” he stammered. “Why don’t you do this with Taeyong? I’m pretty sure he would be absolutely down for it.”

She chuckled, finishing fixing her hair in the slicked-back ponytail with the side bang, and then turned back to him, still unaffected by the whole thing.

“It’s just for fun, it’s not like I will fuck you somewhere in the mall,” she teased with a smirk before winking at him.

“Okay, then why?”

“I want you to be ready for when we come home and I can peg you.”

“Again?”

“You had a blast last time, don’t hide it, you came like three times and two untouched so you can’t say you don’t like it.”

“Fine,” he huffed before his face blushed red and he asked, “Can you prep me?”

But after years Jaehyun still had no idea how she could have so much power over him and convince him to do anything. Not that they couldn’t stop if he didn’t want to, but he didn’t really want to.

It was fine, for now. The long sweater and the coat were hiding his semi-hard boner and since it was Wednesday there weren’t many people around. The vibrations were also always very low or zero, and the feeling of being filled was oddly nice.

Everything was going overall well, walking around the different shops holding hands and bags as they looked around for gifts and things they needed.

“I need to buy some clothes,” Jade exclaimed, dragging him into a shop.

“Clo-closet empty?” He asked when they were halfway through it, confused by the number of skirts and sweater tops she was picking up, but she didn’t answer.

“Do you like this pink top?” She asked, ignoring his words, picking up a button-up pastel pink cardigan that reached just above the navel.

He hummed. “It’d look a-amazing on you,” he forced out, even though he didn’t really get the point of wearing cropped tops in winter, but they were indeed cute, especially on her. And he didn’t even understand why she was giggling at his answer but the low vibrations down there weren’t making him dare to let out many words, afraid moans were going to come out instead.

“I — I don’t think we can both come in together,” he mumbled when she pushed him into the fitting room with her after getting everything she needed.

“I’m sure none will care,” Jade replied, smiling at him.

“Are you going to try them on?” He asked, eyes skimming over her body nervously as he bit his thumb’s nail. Seeing her half-naked was the last thing he needed, to be honest. “Why are you smiling like that?” His voice was shaky and low, trying to understand the look on her face. “You don’t… you don’t want me to…” he whispered incredulously, gaze now falling on the skimpy clothes she picked.

“You don’t want to look pretty for me?” She asked, voice gentle and head tilted to the side, staring at him softly.

“I don’t… I’ve never done this, I… what if somebody comes in?”

“The door is locked, and I’m pretty sure that nobody would barge in without at least knocking first.”

“I’m a… I mean, I’m a man and those are…” he almost whimpered, voice shaking more. “Like there’s nothing wrong with it, and clothes are clothes, it’s just I — I’ve never seen myself like this.”

“I know,” she replied, turning around to look through her bag and grabbing something. “Are you totally uncomfortable with that?” She checked in. Jade knew that trying something like this out of the blue and in public was a big move, especially with him. Taeyong wouldn’t have blinked an eye, probably he would’ve even picked something himself that he wanted to try, considering how much he found out he loved wearing her clothes, but Jaehyun was totally new to this, and she couldn’t risk making him uncomfortable.

Jaehyun gulped, biting his lips, she looked amazing in pink soft typically considered feminine clothes, Taeyong looked pretty wearing those clothes but he never, never, imagined wearing anything of that kind. No matter how much he found that peachy pink beautiful and how soft most of the things felt to the touch… there was nothing wrong with that, but he wasn’t like that.

Yet, here he was.

Seriously pondering if he should’ve given in or not. He breathed deeply, they could’ve stopped at any moment, Jade would’ve never forced him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, and maybe it would’ve turned out a fun thing to try.

“You won’t mock me, right? This is — shit — not to make fun of me?”

“No, peach,” she replied, caressing his face, “I’d never do that. I’ve been thinking you’d look amazing with something softer. There’s nothing that deserves shaming in wearing feminine clothes, or make-up. You are a very pretty boy and I think you’d look amazing in those clothes.”

And when his cock twitched in his pants at that pet name, he knew he was too far gone to tell her no. So he hummed, gaining a comforting smile. He was with her, nothing could’ve gone wrong.

“Wear this,” she said handing him a pink-laced panties.

“These are yours,” he whispered, it was embarrassing but he remembered all her lingerie by heart.

“Yeah, I’m not going to make you try this stuff like this.”

“But I’m… I’m big,” Jaehyun mumbled, the tip of his ears turning red as he stared at the floor.

She chuckled, well, that was the point of everything. “It’s fine, they should cover pretty much of you… if you’re not hard.”

He hummed, turning around, and starting to get rid of his pants and underwear, disgusted by the way the black boxers had a visible wet patch on the front. He held in a whimper when the fabric brushed against his — pretty much — hard cock and then turned around.

“Are you okay?” She checked in, lifting his lowered head with two fingers.

He nodded, lips pressed together.

“Good,” she replied, kissing him gently. “If it gets too much we’ll stop,” she reassured him. “I know it is a pretty rough start for something like this since we’ve never done this.”

Jaehyun smiled, heart jumping in his throat when she looked through the skirts.

“We’ll start with something long, okay?” She said, picking up a knee-length black skirt with white lines that formed black squares.

“That’s long for you?” he asked, eyeing the piece she was holding.

“It’s long, babe.”

“It’s mid-length for me, it will never arrive at my knees, fuck.”

“Try it,” she handed it to him. “I’m sure it’ll look amazing. The white lines are pretty.”

He grabbed it with shaky hands. “You… you’ll look?”

“Want me to turn around?”

“No, no,” he stopped her, voice dying in his throat. “I — I feel… need your comfort.”

She smiled, “I’m right here, babe. You’re doing good.”

And with that, he slipped into the skirt, the soft fabric slipped easily around his thighs and then on his waist, sitting pretty on his hips… weirdly prettily he thought as he swirled around to look at himself in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, do you like it?” She asked, caressing his hips softly.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “it’s nice… I guess.”

“Do you feel like trying a top too?”

“I don’t… I don’t think they’ll fit me.”

“We’ll make your big boobs fit somehow,” she joked but the comment made him redden even more.

“No, no, please,” he mumbled when the vibrations picked up as he pulled his sweater off and tried to grab the white woolen sweater she was passing to him.

“I’m sure you can take it, right? You can be my good boy?”

“Ye-yeah, be good… for you,” he whimpered, turning around trying not to fall on the ground and looking at the mirror as he tried to get into the top. “I’m stuck,” he whined, struggling to pull down the sleeves.

“Here,” she reassured, pulling it down for him and then fixing it on his body.

“Thank — thank you,” Jaehyun whispered, lifting his gaze to the mirror. “I think it’s, umh, a little tight.”

“It looks good on you, though,” she said, now caressing the exposed bit of his waist that neither the skirt nor the top covered. “We can don’t buy it though if you don’t like it.”

“Yeah, I — I want to, mmph,” he whimpered, hand flat against the wall in front of him and legs pressed together as the vibrations picked up again. “Not fair.”

“You want?” Jade asked, ignoring his words, raising the vibrations even more, hearing his breath getting heavier.

“The — the pink.”

“The top or the skirt? Or both?”

He turned around struggling on his knees, already hating how overwhelmed he was. “You choose.”

“Maybe you can try this one?” She proposed.

“It’s… it’s a dress.”

“A beautiful dress, you loved it before when I took it.”

“On… on you,” he replied, swallowing hard. “You’d look, uh, pretty, you’d look so so — fuck — pretty.”

She cupped his chin. “You’d look pretty in it. Try it. We’re here for you.”

He nodded, soft mumbles spilling out of his mouth senselessly, getting out of the skirt easily. “I’m stuck,” he almost cried when the top blocked him again and he shivered when he felt her touch on his abs, holding in a moan when her fingers grazed his sensitive nipples. “Here, baby boy,” she kissed him slowly before passing him the dress.

“It’s silky,” he noticed, feeling the fabric in his hand, “I might like it.”

“Silk dresses are the best, they give me the best confidence boost,” she said, helping him put it on, the fabric stretching around his fit muscles, and then wrapping around his body perfectly, falling loosely around him.

And it did feel good, somehow he liked the way the material felt on his skin, and the way it fell on his body, the v-line showing most of his chest, the long sleeves dropping softly on his arms.

“So?” She asked

“I — I like it,” he confessed and then a low moan rolled out of his lips when, swinging the skirt, it brushed against his tip. “I’ll take it off, now.”

“Skirt and pink top, now,” she cheered, putting the white top aside to remember not to buy it. “Your favourites.”

He blushed harder, a faint smile on his face and anticipation rising until he realized he was naked, hard on, vibrating toy in his ass, and laced panties in a fucking fitting room. “I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, covering, making her lift a brow.

“The wet stain on your panties says otherwise, baby.”

“No, I… I’m so… so…”

“Pretty? Beautiful? Graceful?”

“Exposed.”

She walked closer, pressing her lips on his, kissing him harder. “There’s only me, peach. And to me, you look amazing.”

He nodded, feeling high on pleasure, disconnected, “I — please, slow — slow them.”

“Put the skirt on first.”

“I — I can’t, no, fuck,” he cried, voice clipped, abs twitching as the vibration got higher again before slowing down, the ups and downs cutting his breath short.

“Skirt,” she ordered.

He tried to move in it, almost falling to the ground, feeling it was impossible to move. “It’s small.”

“It’s perfect.”

Jaehyun turned around in the mirror, “You can see my butt,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “And my… my, fuck.”

“Your cock in those pretty panties? Yeah, it looks beautiful.”

He started to tap his feet on the ground, swallowing harder. “I can’t.”

“You can, you’re doing pretty amazing even if you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, shivering at the way he could feel the pre-cum stick to the fabric of the panties.

“Need help with the cardigan?” She asked, and he hummed, letting her put it on him, this time without teasing the sensitive buds on his chest.

“See, they look pretty together, do you like the way it feels?”

“I like the top,” he confessed, touching it. “I look good, yeah, fuck.”

“You look really fuckable,” she teased, making him lose a beat.

“Is it… a compliment?”

She hummed before touching him with one hand as the other controlled the vibration making him bend over. “No, baby, up,” she said grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her.

Jaehyun’s eyes went wide when their bodies touched and his back pressed against her.

“Are,” he started, words dying in his mouth, “are you wearing the — shit, shit, fuck —”

“I can’t wait to go back home to fuck you,” she whispered against his ear, pressing the strap-on harder against him.

“No, no, we really, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whined, voice shaking and heart pounding loud.

“No one will hear,” she said, moving a hand forward to touch him and starting to kiss his neck. “Well, If you keep quiet.”

“No, no,” he cried, even if his body bucked against her. He did want her, so fucking badly, and he wouldn’t even have minded this if he was more used to it, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was so bad at this, he wasn’t like Taeyong, or her. They were really good at following the rules, at knowing what they were doing, but he was terrible.

“Orange,” he cried, tears spilling down his face and she immediately pulled away, shutting the vibrator down and turning him around.

“Hey, baby, look at me,” she ordered with a caring tone, caressing his face.

“I… I’m sorry,” Jaehyun whimpered.

“No, no,” she reassured. “No apologies, babe, we said we would stop. I’m sorry, I should’ve known this would’ve been too much for you.”

“I want you.”

“No, you don’t need to force yourself.”

“No, please, can you,” he panted, sitting on the stool but regretting when the toy pushed against him, “can you listen? I said orange, not red.”

“Yeah, right, I just, okay, go on.”

“I… I want you, and I wa-want to do this,” he said, pointing at the clothes, “but at home. I want you to fuck me at home, I don’t think I’m ready for this, I know I’ve been prepped by now, but I don’t feel, I don’t feel used enough to that, we never do it and you’re good, you’re so good, you’re the best, I’d let you do anything but I — I’m not like —”

She shushed him with a kiss, caressing his face, “It’s enough, no need to compare, okay?”

He nodded, reaching closer for another small kiss.

“Should we buy these things and go home?” She asked, quirking a brow when he stayed there. “Jae?”

“Baby, call me, baby.”

She smiled tenderly at him, cheeks flushed, body slumped against the wall, fit thighs barely covered by the small pastel pink mini skirt and he looked so fucking cute in that soft cropped cardigan.

“Fine, baby, can we leave?”

He shook his head, voice coming out as an embarrassed whisper, “I need to come, please. Can’t make it at home.”

“Are you sure you’ll buy that skirt?”

“Fo-for me?” He asked, confused because he couldn’t quite understand the correlation with his request but, for the condition he was in, he couldn’t even be able to add two plus two, so he didn’t think it through.

“Yeah, for you.”

“Yeah, I like it,” he replied. “You… you don’t want me to wear it outside, right?”

Jade smiled, almost chuckling. They didn’t define their reversed dynamics, mostly because having him on his knees seemed to be a one-time thing. Nothing of that kind ever happened again, well, apart from her trying to have some dominance but it always ended with him on top. So she didn’t even think they had anything to discuss, so technically she couldn’t even ask him to go that far, but it was cute that the thought didn’t cross his mind.

“No, I think I’d like to keep this for my eyes only… for now.”

“And not even the others, right?”

She shook her head, grabbing the remote and raising the vibrations unexpectedly, making him moan loudly.

“Are you insane?”

She laughed, and he let his head roll back when they didn’t stop.

“Is everything alright?” A voice from the outside asked and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, umh,” he mumbled, trying to calm his breath but the vibrations kept being steady, “yeah, thanks, I mmh, turned and — shit — sorry, dumb me stubbed the toe against the seat.”

“Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Yeah, it, ah, hurts, but it’s… fine, it’s fine, thanks.”

“Alright, if you need anything we’re at the desk.”

“Thanks,” he forced out, looking at Jade with what wanted to be glaring eyes but he was just a mess.

“It’s too much,” he whispered, gripping the seat under him, knuckles going white.

“You said you wanted to come, didn’t you?”

He nodded, lips trapped in his teeth, feeling his brain fogged as not only the vibration kept going but now the toy pushed deeper into him.

“Kiss me,” he begged, “please, tell me, tell me I’m doing — fuck — good. I’m your good boy, right? Even if I — even if I — fuck — stopped you?”

She kissed him, “yes, you are always my good boy. Good boys know their limits, right?”

He hummed, bucking his hips up to get more contact with her.

“Good boys look pretty in their pretty feminine clothes.”

“Yeah.”

“And good boys come in them, too, right?”

Realization hit him, “their not, not mine, not yet, not — fuck — ”

“You will ruin them I’m sure, we’ll have to buy them.”

“They will — shit — they will know, no, uhm,” he moaned, rolling his head back, making his lips bleed from how hard he was pressing to hold back the moans as he felt the orgasm approach.

“I’m pretty sure they know already.”

He shook his head, tears starting to roll down. He didn’t want to make an embarrassing mess but it was either now or in the pants he was going to use to walk to the car and in the middle of the mall.

“Please,” he moaned.

“Come for me,” she ordered, raising the vibrations and sending him over the edge, knocking the breath out of him, eyes snapping open before squeezing shut as he felt the waves hit him.

“Good boy,” she kissed him, chest panting hard. “Good, good boy.”

“I need, need a moment,” he breathed out.

She chuckled, messing his hair playfully.

“Fuck, I…” he whispered, looking down, “I made a mess.”

“Pretty much. We can clean it up a little if it helps.”

“What if they ask why we’re buying something ruined?” He cried, bringing his hands on his face but when Jade kneeled at his level and started cleaning him up with a wet wipe he felt like crying.

“Better, babe?”

He nodded. “Tha-thank you.”

“I feel generous,” she said, chuckling, “I go to do the checkout and you’ll wait for me outside, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, standing up and leaving a peck on his lips in the way. “You already crossed enough limits today,” she said. “And I need this to be over because I am not finished.”

When they arrived home they rushed upstairs, not even caring to check if somebody else was home.

“My panties look good on you,” she whispered, leaving him bare, the only thing covering him being her underwear that he never took off.

Jaehyun’s head lowered, too embarrassed to look at her. Hating the way his cock was hard once again, dripping pre-cum desperately.

“You’re so pretty when you’re embarrassed, you know?” She said, caressing his face, and lifting it from facing the floor. “When you stammer, when your voice shakes and gets higher, when you’re all red.” Her lips met his in a soft kiss before she pulled away, picking something from the bags full of clothes.

“Wait — you — you want me to wear it?” He asked, gulping hard, staring at the pink clothes in her hand.

“What have we bought them for?” She cocked her head, winking.

Jaehyun nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course, of course,” he mumbled. “Can — can you help me with the cardigan? It — it gets stuck, and I — I —”

Jade kissed him, stopping his ramble. “I’m here, I surely will help my pretty boy to look like a doll.”

Jaehyun groaned in a high-pitched voice at the name, shivering when her fingers caressed his body. “Don’t tease me.”

She chuckled, humming under her breath before she told him to lift his arms and pushed the soft fuzzy cardigan on him again. “It looks so good on you, baby boy.”

His face colored of a bright pink again, looking down to admire how the top laid on him and found it hotter than he wanted to. But when she handed him the skirt he hesitated again, groaning when he had to bend to slip it on before it sat on his hips just like before.

“Do a twirl for me,” she ordered, and he obeyed with no second thoughts, shivering and whining when the skirt flew up and exposed him even more. “So, so pretty,” she praised, voice sultry and low. “Get on your knees.”

“On — on my knees?” He stuttered, eyes moving quickly around, thinking he heard wrong.

“Yes, babe, now.”

Jaehyun nodded, kneeling, whimpering when his dick brushed against the laced texture and pressed against his thigh, the toy still filling him, enough to drive him insane even if it wasn’t vibrating. He had no idea where he found the strength to look up, but he was glad he did when she started to undress, the heavy clothes dropping behind on the chair while she was only in her expensive bra, the strap-on toy hovering over him now that her panties where on the floor. He didn’t even know what took over him when he voluntarily leaned in and licked the tip while looking straight into her eyes, but none of them could care about the reason why, when this was so hot.

“Good boy,” she praised, holding the base and pushing closer to him, waiting for his mouth to open, pushing half the size in. “Get it all wet for me so I can fuck you hard.”

His eyes closed at her words, cock throbbing in his panties and he was glad the skirt at least covered that and the embarrassing amount of cum leaking out of his slit.

“It’s big,” he mumbled when the tip reached his back, and his eyes looked up at hers, shivering at the way she was staring at him, drifting his gaze when she chuckled and just started moving her hips against his face.

“Just like yours, isn’t it?” She teased, grabbing his hair to tug them behind and push the toy deeper in his mouth, making him gag on it and mumble words she could barely understand. And she knew that if only that wasn’t a toy she would’ve come already. She couldn’t even remember seeing him go down on any of their boyfriends, but it was so hot to see him choke on a cock and make a mess. She could see the wet patch on the skirt.

A louder moan rolled from her mouth when Jaehyun’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his moans got messier, hips moving around while he tried to get some kind of relief while he eagerly sucked on the toy as if she could come from it. She pulled out and he gasped, spit rolling down his chin and red eyes looking up at her, trying to breathe in some air.

“Please,” he breathed out, chest panting and knees hurting against the floor, “fuck me, please. I — I need you.”

Jade smirked, tilting her head, and caressing his face, smearing the mess before pushing it back into his mouth. “Want mommy to fuck you?”

He nodded eagerly, gulping hard, swinging his hips side to side in anticipation. Shame long forgotten in the back of his brain.

“Get on the bed, princess.”

His brain spun at the name, legs barely supporting the weight of his body while he tried to run on the bed.

“Let me take this out of you, okay?” Her hand moved to push his legs apart, moving the panties to the side to have space to push the toy out, his hole already ruined by all the stretch it had been put under for the entire day.

“No, don’t take it off,” he screamed when she lifted the skirt, making her brow quirk.

“Eased into it, baby boy? Also, I wasn’t going to, I told you I want to fuck you in these.”

He hummed, relaxing again against the bed. “I — I like it. I look good in these and — and then — fuck,” he cried, for some reason still feeling ashamed, but he was pretty sure it got nothing to do with the clothes, it was her, it was always her, and the way she got his inside twist in the best way every time she took control. “The top is — is soft, mhh, like it.”

She smiled, pouring some more lube on the strap before pushing in. His head rolled back as soon as the toy pushed past his rim, feeling the tip already stretching him more than the toy did.

“Are you okay?” She checked, staring at him, smiling when he only nodded frenetically and tried to open his eyes.

“Please, fuck me.”

Her hands moved on his thighs until they reached the back of his knees and pushed them close to his chest, bottoming completely. “You’re so ready for me, baby. See, you should always listen to me when I tell you to do something.”

“Is it — is it big-bigger?” He asked through ragged breaths, blinking his eyes as he tried to look down but failing to see anything other than his aching cock still pressed in the tight lingerie and her body pressed against him.

“No, baby boy, it’s always the same. Want it bigger?”

Jaehyun quickly shook his head, he could barely take this he didn’t even want to imagine something bigger, and when she laughed at his panicked face, he blushed red. “It’s just — I — I would fail you.”

She shook her head, kissing his lips, and rubbing a hand on his boner, making him hiss and whimper through the kiss. “You won’t ever fail me, baby. You’re so good, just look at you now.”

He hummed, nodding with his eyes closed, feeling on the edge every time her fingers grazed on his sensitive tip, the laced fabric sending stronger buzzes of pleasure through his bones.

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pressing harder on him, watching as his body twitched.

“Is — is it bad?”

“How can it be bad?”

Jaehyun didn’t reply, no words formed in his mind now that she started moving in and out with calculated thrusts. Jaehyun was honestly surprised at how different she was when she had control, nothing of his lazy, subby girl was there, not even a faint memory. Her hips snapped with force, her legs strongly kept her body up, and her hands wrapped firmly around his waist, little did it matter they barely fit around him, her grip was still strong and made him shiver.

“Taking my cock so well, pretty boy,” she praised. Her eyes moved from his face to his legs, pussy clenching and dripping down the vibrator inside of her while she stared at his throbbing hard cock caged inside her pink panties and the skirt bouncing with every thrust. He truly was so pretty. A grin crept on her face when his hips started jerking up messily, a sweet reminder that he wasn’t used to all of this. And that only turned her on so much more, the way he was so vulnerable and open compared to their other times together drove her insane. There was something about having control over him that couldn’t compare to anything else.

It was so good that she couldn’t even get mad when he came untouched in his, hers, panties, at this point it didn’t matter anymore, moaning and shaking. She didn’t care about rules with him, she just wanted to see his walls fall down, and the more he came, the better.

“I — I made a mess,” he groaned, choking on a small sob, looking down where his cum stained her panties and his skirt. Shaken by the orgasm and also by everything that was going on, he felt so vulnerable and he felt like he could cry. But apparently Jade was unfazed by this and it still wasn’t enough. “I’m sorry,” he still blubbered, fearing she was disappointed in him.

“I can’t drag you anywhere like you do with me, so I need you to turn around,” she ordered but with a smile on her face, staring at him with tender eyes that made him let out the breath he was holding in. “Face the mirror, pretty.”

“I — I don’t think I — umh — can stand,” he cried out, chest still panting, and legs shaking. Jade smiled, it was cute how much he could keep up when he was in his dominant space compared to his sub-space.

“You just have to turn on the bed and stand at the edge on your hand and knees,” she explained, caressing his thigh to soothe him.

Jaehyun nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line as he gathered the strength to move even an inch of his body. But somehow he did, positioning himself in the position she wanted, watching her move behind him. Waiting patiently to feel her again. His eyes followed her move, silently admiring how she pressed against him, pulling down the drenched panties and throwing them at the side, and then pouring more lube inside his ass, making him twitch when the cold liquid made contact with his sensitive skin.

“This skirt was made for you,” she praised, lifting it up, exposing his bare ass and sinking deep inside him, hitting his prostate with one go. Jaehyun’s head fell down, choked moans dying in his mouth as tears menaced to spill from his eyes.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” she ordered, grabbing his hair to keep his head up, forcing him to meet his wasted image in the reflecting surface. “See how pretty you are?”

He hummed, biting his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure fogging his brain fully.

“You are mommy pretty boy, aren’t you?” She asked, stopping her movement, “Aren’t you?” She groaned, tugging his hair.

“Ye-yeah, fuck, yes, your pretty — umh,” he groaned, words dying in his mouth.

She smiled, hips picking the same rhythm. “Good boy.”

“Good — good girl,” he whispered, making her hips falter for a second, eyebrows quirking.

“Me?”

He shook his head. “M-me, please, wanna — wanna be your good girl, please. Please, mommy, let me — call me a good girl.”

Jade was shocked, staring into his eyes in the mirror, not able to hide her expression. Not even Taeyong ever arrived that far, and that was the last thing she expect today — or ever — from Jaehyun. But just because she wasn’t expecting it, it didn’t mean she didn’t love it. So she shook her head, dusting out of her haze and started fucking him faster.

“Want to be mommy’s good girl?”

Jaehyun nodded, tears falling down his face as the overstimulation was making him shake.

“You gotta work for it, don’t you know it?”

He nodded. “Wan — want to be pretty for you, please. Fuck — fuck the pretty in me.”

She chuckled tenderly at his words. “Oh, baby girl, you already have it in you, you don’t need me to fuck the pretty in you.”

Jaehyun let out a whine, head rolling back, his adam’s apple moving up and down with every deep swallow of spit.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” she groaned, leaning flat against his back, her cheek pressing against his, meeting his wet skin.

His head moved back in place, blinking repeatedly to wipe away the clumps of tears. “Fuck,” he whimpered, “you’re — you’re so hot.” The smirk that formed on her face at his words made his head spin, she was hot and she knew it and kept using it against him and here he was, a complete brain-shut mess under her. He almost screamed when she pushed him a bit higher, just enough that more of his body could be seen in the reflection.

Jaehyun couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, letting out high-pitched screams and desperate whimpers that never belonged to him. She wasn’t bigger than him, or stronger, yet he felt so small and helpless right at that moment that his whole body started shaking. Her strong scent, a mix between her natural one and the sultry perfume she was wearing, surrounded him whole, her hands all over his body, and her eyes staring intensely into him. He whined when his arms gave up, upper body falling limp, almost tumbling on the floor if only she didn’t hold him up, and then dragged them both further into the middle of the bed.

“Don’t be clumsy,” she warned, leaving a smack on his ass.

“’m sorry,” he whined, cheek pressed against the duvet. “Too good, you’re — you’re too, too good.”

She couldn’t say anything; it was too good. The sight in front of her was driving her insane just as much. His pink, feminine clothes wrapped around his fit, broad body, his soft brown hair dampened on his forehead, his cheeks flushed with red and wet with tears, and his whimpers and moans. That was everything she had dreamed of and more. So as a natural response her hips started snapping with more force against him.

Longer, strained moans came from him, muffled by the sheets that pressed against his flushed face, mouth agape with some drool dripping unconsciously down the corner of his mouth, creating a wet patch.

Her fingers grazed his cheek, moving her thumb in circles, smiling back when his lips turned into a fucked out smile. “You’re so beautiful, baby, you know?”

Jaehyun hummed, eyes closed and ass arching up even more.

“You’re taking me so well, taking mommy’s big cock as if you were made for me,” she praised, pulling his cheeks apart, and eliciting a deeper groan from him.

“I — I don’t — I — can’t take it longer, please, Miss,” he blubbered, trying to lift his neck to look at her but he felt boneless.

She smirked, the name ‘miss’ sparking a fire inside her. “Can you be a good girl and come without my hand?”

“Yes, yes, just — just keep, keep fucking me,” he begged, head falling down the mattress again, whole body shaking, shivers covering his skin as he felt close again. His brain was so hazed with pleasure that he didn’t even realize he started fucking back into her, meeting her in the middle, soft flesh bouncing beautifully as she kept stretching him wide and deep.

The last thrusts were sloppier, pleasure overwhelming both of them. Her nails dug in the exposed part of skin between the cardigan and skirt, while his sunk in the sheets. Loud and shaky moans filling the room with the harsh smacks of her hips against his ass. A wail ripped from his lips when the orgasm rippled through him, big hard cock throbbing while spurting out white cum, making a mess on the skirt and the bedding, thighs trembling and heart beating so fast in his chest he felt he could pass out. Jade’s orgasm wasn’t any less intense, the vibrations raised to the maximum and his whimpers, his face, and his body pushed her off the edge with force.

The room was thick with sex air as they stayed there, her body collapsing on his, making him cringe when his skin met the pool of cum, but he was too tired to move or do anything.

“You did so well, baby girl,” Jade praised, testing the ground with the feminine name, and sighing in relief when Jaehyun smiled at it and even blushed a little. His sub-space lasted a while, she could be quite sure of it now. “You accept challenges and ace them every time, I’m so proud of you, you know?” Her fingers rubbed the back of his head, grazing the neck, making him shiver. She kept praising him while leaving kisses all over his neck and shoulders, moving the soft top down to have access to his burning skin, her hands caressing his body until he stopped trembling.

When she pulled out, Jaehyun whined, looking for her, moving his hands around.

“I’m here,” she said, grabbing it. “Come here, let’s turn around and lay on the clean side of the bed for a while,” she ordered, helping him move to rest on the sheets, pushing the duvet off the bed.

“Good girl, ugh?” She teased chuckling, brushing his hair back, after a few minutes of silence.

“Shut up,” he replied, hiding in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I get why you like being called that so much.”

Jade laughed tenderly at his comment. “I really love how this fit looks on you, you know?” She said, caressing his chest, causing his face to blush red once again.

“So, you weren’t mocking?”

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to mock. I was a pink clothes hater too when I was fully immersed in my internalized misogyny era but thank god I’m out of it,” she laughed, making him giggle too. “And clothes are just clothes at the end of the day, so if you like something just rock it.”

Jaehyun smiled, feeling safe and protected, another reminder that in that home he could’ve always been anything and they would’ve loved him anyway, it didn’t really matter that this thing didn’t start from him. “I really like it too,” he whispered, looking down at the clothes that were still covering his body. “I might actually wear it sometimes… inside the house… when it’s just us.”

Jade smiled back, pecking his lips. “I don’t mind if something of you is only mine to see.”

“Good, cause for now this will be for your eyes only.”

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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robin’s been begging you to throw a party down by the lake on your uncle’s farm, like on another level, so you finally give in and who does she drag along? some coworker from the mall and he’s a total dork…right? | ( 2k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

S M O K E A N D G L I T T E R 🎶 something about you, level 42

The inky black Indiana sky cracked open, flames from the bonfire licking up at the stars as it popped and snapped against the dark. The hot summer sun had finally sunk behind the horizon in a show of bright tangerine, melted pinks, and hazy blues, but the heat it had carried was lingering. Everything was dirt roads, and windows down, and music played too loud.

Would your uncle be mad if knew this was happening at the cabin? Maybe. But he was out of town for another three days and that was plenty of time to cover up the evidence. You hoped.

Besides, Robin had been up your ass for weeks about throwing a party and you were one puppy-dog-eyed “please” away from kicking her, and honestly it did sound fun. Summer was almost over and the thought of not-college was a major bummer, so you needed a distraction.

The keg was on ice, your stereo was screaming, I Ain’t the One, by Skynyrd, and the wooden picnic table was covered in Pringles, all kinds of trash candy, and several handles of booze. Just the essentials.

Grabbing the keg tap you were trying to follow the instructions your older cousin had mumbled over the phone, but it wasn’t going in. “Dammit,” you grumbled, looking at the end of it and then back to the keg, “…the fuck?” You were about to throw it, to fix it of course, but your ears caught the sound of a familiar truck rumbling down the drive.

Robin.

“About time!” you yelled at her with a grin, waving the keg tap in the air.

“We had to close, sorry!”

We? Watching as Robin hopped out of the driver’s seat you saw the passenger door open, only able to see a pair of beat up Blazers land in the grass. So she brought a friend, whatever.

Looking back down at the beer you felt your face grow hot again. It seemed to taunt you, cold and refreshing and just waiting for you to figure your shit out. With a frown you grabbed the tap and gave it one more shove, but it slipped and with a loud clang! fell into the overly long, neglected grass at your feet. “Why??” you grumbled about to give it a swift kick, but then a hand reached down to grab it.

“Here, lemme help.”

Skin like gold sprinkled with freckles, caramel colored eyes dripping with honey, and quite possibly the softest lips you’d ever seen. Your heart fluttered against your ribcage and you felt heat creep across your cheeks.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind, we closed up at Scoops and it was just so damn hot and you know how your skin gets all sticky when you’re sitting in the car? Like you literally become part of the seat? So when I said I was coming here after work, we both decided a cold beer sounded like just the best thing ever, so I told Steve he could come,” Robin gave you her sweetest smile and the look you shot back made her grin even more.

As Robin scampered away you tried your best to not to look over at Steve again, afraid of the flush that had swept over you cheeks, but you could feel him looking at you.

“Totally great!” you said back to Robin, putting on a smile that you hoped looked more normal than panicked.

“Yeah, these things are tricky,” Steve tried to reassure you, but it hardly seemed tricky at all when he got it to pop into place almost instantly, hissing with a release of pressure. You felt your cheeks flush again. Dammit.

Another set of lights were coming down the drive and Robin nearly squealed with delight, “Vicki!” And she was off running to greet her friend without a second glance leaving you and Steve standing as awkwardly as possible next to the keg.

“Beer?” you said, voice pitched higher than normal and you cleared it to try and gather yourself.

“Oh god, yeah that sounds amazing,” Steve said reaching to grab a cup off the table while you primed the tap. Holding his cup out for you, you started to fill it and when you looked up he did the same, your eyes meeting for the first time.

Holy shit. How was so he damn pretty? Your breath caught in your throat.

“Uh–” Steve started, but it looked like he was struggling too and you wanted to crawl into a hole. Could this be anymore awkward? Steve gave you a lopsided smile and ran his hand through his hair, “S–so, d’you come here often or?”

“Uhm. Yeah? I live here…”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, right. I knew that,” Steve’s cheeks matched the red of the Vans on your feet as he dropped his gaze and then it was quiet again until Robin came running back with Vicki in hand.

“Look! It’s Vicki!” she announced. “And she brought Keith. Be cool, Keith,” she shot the taller boy a look and he grumbled a whatever in response.

“Great! There’s beer and snacks and I’m pretty sure Eddie’s bringing some weed, but he’s not here yet…” you looked up the drive to see more lights coming and you felt your stomach settle. Good. More people. And more people meant less chance of running into Steve again. Friends and tag-along’s piled out of trucks and cars and you went into full-on host mode.

“Grab a beer!”

“Yeah, there’s a toilet inside.”

Can you throw another pallet on the fire?”

“Be right back!”

The night spun by in a dizzying blur, laughter mingled with smoke and the skunky scent of Eddie’s weed, music rubbing against your eardrums, the endless sky hanging over you like a blanket poked through with bright glittering stars. It had cooled down a bit and you’d pulled one of your cousin’s too-big flannels over your strappy tank top as it fell past your shorts. It was perfect.

The buzz that you were swimming in felt so nice a permanent smile pulled at your lips as you wandered from group to group checking in on people. You were about to find Eddie for another spliff when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey.”

“Hey!” your voice started out like it would had you been greeting a friend, but it fell at the end when you turned to come face to face with Steve. “Oh. Hey,” came out softer, but you felt your smile lingering this time.

“Uhm, great party by the way. Really great,” he stumbled over his words and your smile tugged up into a smirk. He was so nervous, it was so cute.

“Thanks.”

“I just wanted to like, see if you needed a break. You know? Running around checking on people. Someone should check on you, right?” he pushed his hair out of his face, looking at you with his deep brown eyes turned burnt caramel in the light of the bonfire, and you swore you were going to float away with the sparks that were crackling into the dark.

“Oh. That sounds…” what did it sound like? “That sounds nice.”

The smile he gave you then nearly knocked you over and you felt your heart flutter against your ribcage again when his fingers tangled with yours, pulling you up the steps and into the cabin.

It was warmer inside, like summer was stuck between the windows and the curtains, the air thick and wrapping its arms around you. Music buzzed on the radio while Steve dug in the fridge for a couple cans of beer.

Psssh.

Cracking them both open he leaned against the counter and gave you another boyish smile. “Thanks for letting me crash,” he said, voice much more confident and steadier than it had been before. Maybe it was the liquid courage or maybe it was the fact it was just the two of you.

“Sure, the more the merrier.”

“So. How d’you know Robin?” he asked, taking a pull of his beer.

You laughed then, because Robin was your impossible best friend and you’d be so lost without her and how in the hell was she hanging out with Steve fucking Harrington. “Band, 6th grade,” you said simply, bringing your own beer to your lips, “What about you? Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington?” Your brow quirked skeptically.

He grinned then, like there was a secret there you weren’t privy to, and shook his head. “Scoops of course, ahoy!” he lifted his beer at you, huffing a laugh, and then softened, “Robin’s great. We’re just really, really good friends.”

Your grin fell a bit at his last sentence because you didn’t know him, but you knew he’d meant what he’d said, and if Robin liked him then he couldn’t be that bad. Right?

Silence lingered then, the air between you crackling and buzzing like it was electric. The dim light from the lamp by your uncle’s arm chair chased across the room, casting a shadow on Steve’s face and you felt a heat kindle in your chest.

The line of his jaw, the way his lips curved into a smile, stray locks of hair falling into his eyes. And then he put his beer on the counter and tilted his head slightly, grinning like a maniac. “Hey, d’you hear that?”

“Hear wha–”

“Level 42! Ohhhh, drawn into the stream of undefined illusion, those diamond dreams they can't disguise the truuuuuth,” he burst into song and without hesitation grabbed your hand in his. Pushing your hip with his other hand he twirled you under his arm and then pulled you in against him, swaying along with the music.

You laughed so hard your head fell back, Steve laughing along with you as you both picked up the chorus, “That there is something about you, baby so right I wouldn't be without you, baby toniiiiight!”

He dipped you, your body moving perfectly in-tune with his, but when he pulled you back up your faces were dangerously close, both of you taking in heavy breaths. It was all smoke and cedar and spearmint gum, crackling bonfire and boy.

A soft, oh, escaped you then when you saw the way Steve was looking at you. Both of you a mess of hair, tangled arms, and fluttering hearts. Then he asked, “Can I…can I kiss you?”

Without skipping a beat you closed the gap between you and pressed your lips to his, curious and searching and warm. He tasted sweet like licorice and you couldn’t help grinning against him.

As you pulled away you saw he was grinning too and you bit into your lower lip before leaning in again. This time it was hotter, loaded, and you felt his tongue slip across your lip. God he was good at kissing. And you opened to him, tasting the sweet on his mouth, hands tangling in his hair–

“Hey, so the keg’s tapped and we need someone to–” Robin burst in, the door hitting the wall behind it. “Oh! Oh shit, oh god, sorry! I’ll come back!” and she grinned so big at you both you couldn’t even be mad. She scrambled back down the front steps in a whirl of laughter, telling Vicki how she knew that was going to happen.

Jamming his tongue into his cheek Steve shook his head, cheeks warm and flushed, but kept his hands at your waist, “Jesus, Robin.”

“Oh my god, classic Robin,” you snarked, unable to wipe the grin off your face.

It was quiet for just a second and then Steve looked back down at you, hand finding yours again, “Maybe we should check on the keg?”

You fixed him with a look and hummed in thought, “I kinda wanna hear what song plays next.”

His face lit up as he caught your hint and pulled you in close again, “Oh, prepare yourself. I’ve got so many more moves up my sleeve.”

“Can’t wait,” you said, and you kissed him again, all sticky sweet and summer and crackling fire.

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Summary: Yeosang swore it wouldn’t be hard to take care of his son, Yujun, and Wooyoung’s son, Hunter… the task proves to be more difficult than he originally thought. Pairing: none (Yeosang x fem!reader at the end) Tropes: parent au Genre: fluff, slice of life Rating: G Warnings: children getting lost, tears Word Count: 1,179 Note: @songmingisthighs this is all your fault again

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“You promise to be good while I take Junghoon to the doctor?” Wooyoung questions the five-year-old.

“Promise!” Hunter replies, saluting his dad.

Wooyoung gives him a skeptical look before smiling at his younger son. Without a second wasted, he knocks on the front door of the home. Rather loud pattering gets muffled through the door, followed by a very hyper child opening the door.

“Kang Yujun, what did I tell you about answering the door without me?” Yeosang calls after him.

Yujun giggles, “It’s Uncle Woo and Hunter! Not bad people!”

“Debatable,” Yeosang says under his breath, “next time, wait for me, okay?”

He ruffles the boy’s hair. Yujun whines and fixes his hair again, mumbling under his breath that his mom did it this morning already.

“Thanks for watching him again. I’d take him with me, but I cannot handle both him and Junghoon being sick at the same time.” Wooyoung explains.

“It’s nothing. You know these two are practically attached at the hip as it is.”

Hunter pushes past his uncle and grabs Yujun’s wrist, dragging the boy upstairs to begin their shenanigans. Wooyoung huffs and shakes his head.

“How did we manage to both have crazy sons, born the same day at that.”

“Probably a punishment for being your friend.” Yeosang teases.

Wooyoung shoves his shoulder, “Seriously though, you’ll be okay with both of them?”

“Do you think I’m an incapable dad?” The older raises his eyebrow.

“No, not at all… I just know they’re a bit crazier when they’re together.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t lose him.”

It’s about an hour later when you text him asking if he can run over to the mall to buy Minjae, Hongjoong’s son, a birthday present. Explaining that bringing Hunter and Yujun would be fine since they’ll want to help pick out their friend’s gift.

“Boys!” Yeosang calls up the stairs, “You wanna go to the mall and buy Minjae a birthday present?”

There isn’t a verbal response. Instead, there’s a rumble of small feet bolting down the stairs. Yujun and Hunter are panting and already trying to find where their shoes are to be on their way out the door. Yeosang lets out a light chuckle watching the two five-year-olds try to get themselves ready.

“Daddy,” Yujun whines, looking up at him with a pout, “my shoes.”

“Hmm?” Yeosang responds, “I can’t understand you when you whine, Jun.”

Yujun pouts again, “I need help tying my shoes, please.”

“There we go!” Yeosang responds, kneeling down to help his son tie his shoe.

Hunter seems like he’s about to explode with excitement. His little body is bouncing incessantly by the front door. Yeosang had no idea how or when the other boy got his shoes on, but he’s not complaining. Yeosang gently tucks a piece of hair behind his ear before helping the boys put on their jackets, followed by putting his own on.

“Let’s get going then.”

“Daddy, can we go to the toy store?” Yujun enthuses once they’re in the mall.

“Yeah! Can we? Can we, Uncle Yeosang?” Hunter adds on.

“We’re here to get Minjae a present, not to buy toys for ourselves, okay?” Yeosang reminds them.

“Yes, Daddy!” Yujun enthuses, saluting him.

“Can we get candy for ourselves, though?” Hunter asks, eyes already fixated on the colorful store.

Yeosang sighs, “Not today, Hunter. Your dad might kill me if I send you home sugared up.”

Hunter pouts but still follows after his uncle as they trek further toward the toy store. One thing about Yeosang, if he has a goal, he won’t be stopped until it’s completed. Of course, he always is on high alert when his son is with him. Yujun is always very good about being close to him when they go out, though. He’s never had to worry too much about him wandering off. So when he looks to his side and doesn’t see either Yujun or Hunter, his heart drops through his ass. You and his best friend were about to murder him. He immediately starts going back in the way he came from, hoping they just got distracted by one of the seating areas that they passed by. When Hunter is involved though, anything could be happening.

He’s on high alert, trying to hear or see anything that could lead to where his son and nephew could be. He thinks his heart may burst through his chest with how hard it’s beating. All he can think about right now is finding the kids and not letting you or Wooyoung end up behind bars for killing him.

That’s when he hears it. A very familiar cry, one he doesn’t hear too often, but he knows it well. Yujun, it’s Yujun’s cry. Yeosang practically runs through the mall to find Yujun sitting on the floor sobbing while Hunter is completely unbothered beside him. They’re in front of that brightly colored candy store Hunter so desperately wanted to go to on their way to the toy shop.

The moment he’s within reach, Yeosang scoops Yujun up into his arms and holds him as tight as he can. The five-year-old continues to cry but slowly calms down as he breathes in his father’s comforting scent.

“I got you, baby. I’m here.” Yeosang soothes.

“We didn’t mean it.” Yujun sniffles, “H-Hunter saw the candy a-a-an-and we wanted to look at it more.”

“It’s okay, Junnie. I’m right here now. Take deep breaths for me. Calm down.” he soothes more.

“Uncle Yeosang,” Hunter calls, “we won’t tell Daddy and Yujun’s mommy if you buy us candy.” he offers with a wide smile.

“You are your father’s son, huh?”

Hunter giggles, “So? Can we?”

“Can I put you down now, Junnie?” Yeosang asks softly, placing his son down when he nods, “You boys need to pinky promise not to tell Mommy or Hunter’s daddy, okay?”

“Okay!” Hunter agrees, putting his pinky out to Yeosang.

Yeosang links his pinky with Hunter’s smaller one. He then links his pinky with Yujun and places a small kiss on his forehead to further soothe the still sniffly boy. They do end up being able to choose some candy each and also get their friend his birthday present. Hunter was over the moon, managing to get his way. Yujun was a bit more clingy, but Yeosang, of course, expected that after getting lost in such a big place. The entire drive home Yeosang continuously checked on the two children, even after they fell asleep halfway through the ride.

“How was the mall, boys?” you ask with a light chuckle when you hear both kids and your husband walk through the door.

“Uncle Yeosang lost us!” Hunter exclaims.

“I-” you try to formulate your thoughts, “I’m sure he didn’t lose you, Hunter.”

“Mommy,” Yujun says softly, “Daddy did lose us. I think I need cuddles.”

You pick him up and immediately find your way to the couch to comfort your little boy.

“Hi hon-”

“Don’t you ‘hi honey’ me you lost my baby.” you huff.

“Jung Hunter, you promised not to say anything!”

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 5 months

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Happy Black Friday! :D

1: speaking of Black Friday do they participate in that stuff?

2: you mention that they love Disney, are they kingdom hearts fans? If so I can see Chris making a dark key blade using his dark powers

3: when does their families start doing Christmas stuff? On the first of December, right after thanksgiving, somewhere in the middle of November (XD)

4: if they were in the video game injustice, or maybe in a T rated video game, what kind of “super move” would they use? Like Chris would use supergirls super move from the second injustice game but with blue heat vision instead.

5: does the duo have a theme song? Like how Superman has the John Williams theme.

6: new villains OC: one villain who uses light & another villain who gains the typical superhuman powers by being stoic or emotionless; the opposites of Chris & Jake.

1. Well actually, the Duo are participants…as extra security for a local mall in Bludhaven. They are volunteers who are meant to provide from extra back up just in case the rushing crowds become too much for the actual security to handle by themselves. Chris also, given his super speed, can easily help repair and fix broken tables, stands and other such equipment all across the mall if there’s a chance to do so. The boys don’t ask for any rewards but after the mall closes for the day or at least the crowds are finally under control, the management insists that they can have anything inside they want, free of charges. At the end, Jake got himself a new Xbox Series X while Chris got some clothes for Mom Lois and himself, something matching for lazy days off for them.

2. I can see them having an appreciation of that series, just not mega fans like so many of their classmates are. That said, I can see them having Keyblade replicas that compatible with their superpowers; Chris having a dark key making sense for his Nightwing entity while Jake can have a Key that looks similar to Roxas’

3. The decorations and searching for gifts so synonymous with the Christmas season for both Kents and Graysons begins about the day after Thanksgiving. In both households, Lois and Dick respectively have to gently reign in their loved ones from using their speed to set up the decor, since after all if it’s done in an instant, where’s the actual fun in decorating. Plus, every year both households try to differentiate and diversify where each decoration goes and what it is anyways, so slowing down can help make those choices. Also also, Chris and Jake no doubt begin to stockpile eggnog as best at they can as they both know what drink they’ll go to for certain

4. Chris: First he tackles his opponent straight to the ground, then grab them by the leg, tossing them into the air, followed up by one punch after another to send them flying ever so high up into the full Moon sky, finally, Chris, with the Moon right behind him and on top of his opponent, summons the Nightwing entity, eyes glowing a burning bright blue, slams into his opponent, sending them both plummet straight to the ground, crashing landing with a meteor like explosion that can be seen from space. Chris gets back up to his fighting position.

Jake: First fires his grappling lines form both his main escrima sticks at his opponents’ legs, wrapping them up, next he grabs a spare third stick to fire its line at a nearby building (or cliff side), sending him upwards with his wrapped up opponent dragged along. Once they reach the top, Jake then retracts his wires, sending his opponent flying straight into a starbolt uppercut fist, sending them into the air before Jake leaps right next to them, somersaulting in the air as he charges up his feet with starbolts from there before slamming them into his opponent, sending them back down to the ground. Just as the opponent bounces back from the impact into the air, Jake quickly floats over to the side where their head is, his eyes glowing green signifying full power, headlocks them and does an Diamond Cutter with such force, it makes a gigantic crater. Jake then takes his sticks and resumes his normal stance.

5. Well aside from both “With a Little Help From My Friends” by the Beatles and “You’re My Best Friend” by Queen, if we are talking more classical orchestral music for their theme, I’d probably go with target amazing rendition of Beethoven’s ‘Ode to Joy’

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6. Hmmmm….

Lemme see if I can work with those two ;-)

- The one that uses light based powers. I see them being a fan of Doctor Light, utilizing a copycat tech that achieves some what a similar function, to utilize the ability of light and brightness into a force that can affect their enemies on a physical level, plus also as a means of blinding enemies for a quick getaway. Main difference being while The OG Dr Light is a meta human, this villain is completely human and therefore relies on tech to achieve those feats. They made a name for themselves as mainly a hitman of sorts for various Bludhaven mob bosses, being an enforcer to leaves their message to clients not to screw with them, lest they suffer the consequences. Because of that affiliation, they run afoul for the Starburst Duo in many capers and occasions. Outfit wise, they sport a more casual appearance of a custom yellow and black leather trench coat, black combat boots, yellow construction worker pants and in the back of said trench coat, their logo which is an emblem of two bright red stars on top and bottom, bound together by yellow stripes and a red single stripe that goes across the spell their villain moniker, Infar-Dead.

- Then there’s the villain with no emotion yet the power to match….easy explanation. He’s a cyborg clone of Chris and Jake combined, armed with artificial flight jets, twin hand starbolt cannons, black-white eye beams, rotating finger missiles, toe missiles, knee missiles, throat missiles, titanium/promethium/iron blend metal build and yet also benevolent obedience to his scientist creator, a woman doctor of advanced robotics d from STAR Labs who has a radio remote which has the cyborg obey anyone who presses their commands to him. Unfortunately that remote frequently gets into the wrong hands, leading the cyborg, dubbed Mecha-NightBird, to attack our heroes on numerous occasions. The Mechagodzilla to our Heroes’ Godzilla if you lays

Thanks for the asks @gothicghost2000 . It’s appreciated :-D

#starburst duo #chris kent #jake grayson #black friday #kingdom hearts #oc

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Where Have You Been: A Drabble Me This Story

Series: Drabble Me This

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Max , Riley x ?

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Mature Themes

Word Count: 2,348

A/N: So I broke my own self imposed word limit on my very first one. Shhh, we'll pretend this counts as a drabble.

My other stuff: Master List.

From @kingliam2019

Ask: I would love to see Riley leave broken hearted 💔. Marry someone else. Both Liam and Drake find her with Maxwell 's kid and bring her home to him. As a result his heath has declined. Drinking, smoking, eating and nasty to everyone.

“Brooks? Is that you?”

My heart both soars and plummets as the voice reaches out from the past and snakes around my heart. His voice brings with it so many memories, both good and bad. I turn reluctantly around, “Hey Drake.”

“Riley! It is you!” There are tears in his eyes, I have no idea why. We weren’t that close. He wasn’t the one that had my heart. There was a kiss or two, but nothing came from it. He never really let me in. I refuse to fight for access to anyone.

Before I can react, he’s bound across the food court and swept me into his arms. “Oh.” Is all I can think to say.

“Liam! Get over here!” He calls over his shoulder.

“Oh, no, I-“

But it’s too late, the fucking king of Cordonia is sweeping me into his arms in the middle of a food court in a shopping mall on a Tuesday afternoon. It’s surreal. How are they even here? I don’t believe either one of them has ever sat foot inside a mall before.

“Riley! It’s really you!” Liam is having the same emotional reaction Drake had.

I return his hug then pull away in confusion, “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you!” Liam exclaims, and he sounds like a kid on Christmas morning.

My eyes dart to Drake who nods his head in confirmation. I have never been so confused in my life, “Why?”

“Why?” Drake looks astonished.

“To bring you home, of course!” Liam says.

“Uh….what do you mean home?” I ask.

“Ramsford.” He replies and my body starts to shake. I can’t go back there.

“It’s ok, Riley.” Max holds me in his arms just hours after the fiasco at Liam’s coronation, “We’re going to clear your name, you and Liam can still be together, this can be fixed!”

I draw away from him and look up into his face, his expression so open, so caring and I tell him, “I know I’m supposed to be destroyed right now, Max, but I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

“No.” I shake my head.

“You’re in shock, blossom, that’s all, you need a good night’s sleep and-“

“No, Max.” I stop him as he tries to step away from me, “Do you want to know what I’m feeling right now?”

“What?” He peers down at me curiously.

“Relief.” I tell him.

His brows draw together in puzzlement, “Relief? I don’t understand….”

“I don’t love, Liam, Max. Hell, I don’t even know him! We’ve barely spent five minutes together since I got here. And all the questions from the press, the council, the king and queen….the whole process feels more a like a job interview than a courtship.”

“But…” He still looks confused, “You came here for Liam, to see if the connection you two clearly shared could be anything.”

“I did. But it couldn’t. It was a spark that fizzled quickly in the real world. Liam’s world. I don’t belong in it.”

“Where do you belong, blossom?” Is that hope I see in his eyes?

“Riley, are you ok? Drake, get her a chair!”

Drake drags a chair over and Liam helps me into it. He takes my hand as he’s lowering me into the seat and freezes when he sees the wedding ring on my left ring finger. “Riley?”

“What?” I lift my head and look up into his questioning eyes as I try to slow my breathing.

“Your married?” He steps back from me.

“I….” My eyes fly down to my ring finger as I stutter out a response, “Y…yes.”

It’s not what you think.

“To who?” Drake demands.

Before I can answer the sound of a baby crying cuts the air. My head spins around as my nanny approaches, “I’m so sorry, miss, I tried to calm him, but he only wants you!”

“It’s ok, Maria.” I tell her as I take my son, “Come here little one, mommas got you.”

“Oh, wow.” Drake breaths out.

“This…this is a lot.” Liam pulls over another chair and sinks into it.

“Brooks.” Drake’s tone is low, serious, beseeching, I look up into his copper colored eyes and raise my eyebrow. He continues, “None of this matters right now. Max needs you. Please, I’m begging you, and I don’t beg. Just come with us, talk to him.”

“I…can’t.”

“He’s not right without you, Riley.” Drake says, “He’s been drinking, gambling, drugs, it’s not good…he’s pretty broken.”

“The baby…is he Max’s?” Liam asks gently, “Don’t you think he has the right to know?”

“He knows!” I snap, “And he doesn’t want us!”

Liam shakes his head, “He doesn’t know. He would have told us! And he definitely wants you!”

“He knows…I heard him!”

Drake and Liam exchange a look then Drake bends down and looks into my eyes, “Could you tell us what you heard?”

I stare at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. I’m elated! I can’t wait to tell Max; he’s going to be so excited!

It’s the second test I’ve taken. I wanted to be sure. I’ve been tied up in knots for two days worried Max would find the first test before I had verified with the second test. I don’t want to get his hopes up.

I make my way through the estate and stop outside the casual sitting room. He’s on the phone. I don’t want to interpret. I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but I’m brought up short as I hear him telling someone, “I don’t know how parents do it! I’m nowhere near ready to be a father!”

He’s not ready? How does he know? He must have found the first test after all.

“Of course, I’ll cover everything the baby needs, the Beaumont’s always meet their financial obligations.”

He thinks our baby in an obligation?

“I think Paris is a wonderful city to raise a child in!”

He’s sending us away?

I turn away from the door before he sees me, tears pouring down my face and I hurry back to my room to pack. I have to leave.

I blink away my tears as I finish my story, I look at them both, they exchanged worried glances.

“Brooks,” Drake reaches out and wipes away a tear from my face, “You must have heard him talking to Savannah.”

“Who?” I ask.

“Savannah. My sister. She was pregnant with Bertrand’s baby. There was a misunderstanding and she mistakenly thought he didn’t want to be with her, so she left. She told Max and he was supporting her, sending her money, to Paris, where she and the baby were living at the time.”

Shock courses through me. Is it possible that the whole thing is a misunderstanding? I stand up abruptly, “Take me to him now!”

Four hours later we arrive at Ramsford.

“Lady Riley? Drake? King Liam? What are you doing here?” Bertrand looks stunned as he lets us in, “I mean, I’m so sorry, Your Majesty, come in! Come in!”

“We need to see Maxwell, is he home?” Liam asks, ever polite. I’m already charging for the stairs.

I burst through the door to his room without knocking. I stop, the sight that meets my eyes shocks me. The room, usually so neat and tidy is in disarray. There are empty vodka bottles everywhere. Old food and dirty clothes litter the floor.

“Go away!” A voice yells from under the covers, “I told the other maid I don’t want anyone in here, I don’t care how dirty Bertrand says it is! It’s my room and I want to be left alone!”

The last word is punctuated by a vodka bottle flying across the room and crashing against the far wall.

“Max?” I ask tentatively.

“Riley?” The body in the bed sits straight up. “Blossom? Is that really you?”

“It’s me.” I tell him as I cross the room and fling myself onto the bed and into his arms.

His arms circle me as tears start to fall from his eyes. “You’re here? You’re really back? Where did you go? Why did you leave me?”

“I…I thought you didn’t want me…us.”

He stops crying to look at me in perplexment, “Us? And of course I want you! I’ve never wanted anything more!”

“So you really didn’t know?”

“Know what? Riley, I have no idea what happened! One day we were happy and then suddenly you were just….gone!” Great, heaving sobs start again.

“You didn’t know about the baby?” I ask in a small voice. I tense myself for the answer.

“Baby?” He sounds genuinely bewildered, “What baby?”

Oh my god! Drake and Liam were right. He has no idea. I left. I left him for nothing! I burned us down, me, I did that! And for no reason at all!

As the reality sinks in, I crumple and sobs of my own tear forth from my throat. Suddenly I’m crying like the world has ended and I’m wrapped up in his arms as he comforts and soothes me. I broke his heart. And here he is, comforting me! Soothing me!

“Don’t cry, blossom, don’t be sad! Just tell me what I did wrong, and I’ll fix it!”

And just like that, I’m broken all over again. How can he be this good? And how could I have ever doubted his love? The enormity of what I’ve done washes over me and I cry harder.

I choke the story out haltingly through my tears. When I’m done, he stares at me in astonishment. “I have a son?”

I nod. I search his face, waiting for the anger, the recriminations, the well-deserved indignation. It doesn’t come.

Instead, his face softens, the brightness floods back into his eyes and a smile lights up his face. “You still love me?”

“I never stopped!”

He blows out a long breath as he holds me close. He looks down at me for a moment then he releases me and slides to the floor next to the bed.

I look at him in confusion, “What are you doing?”

“Marry me.”

“What?” A laugh escapes me despite the emotional turmoil of the day.

“I don’t want you to ever doubt my love again, I don’t want you to ever think you need to leave! This is your home. You are my home. Marry me!”

My hands fly to my mouth and that’s when he notices it. My wedding ring. All the light drains out of him. He gently takes my hand and runs a finger across the plain gold band. His voice is soft, but full of heartbreak, “Blossom?”

“I can explain!”

“Uh…sorry to interrupt.” Liam shifts uncomfortably in the doorway, “But the baby is crying.”

“The baby? He’s here?” A little of the light has returned to his eyes.

We make our way downstairs. A woman with long dark hair who bears a resemblance to Drake has calmed my son and is feeding him the bottle that was in his diaper bag. She greets me warmly and Drake introduces her as his sister, Bertrand’s wife.

“Oh, Riley, he’s beautiful!” Max breaths out as he takes his son in his arms for the first time.

“His name is Percival.” I say quietly, shyly, unsure if he’ll like it.

He looks up at me with tears in his eyes, “You named him after me?”

I nod. It’s Max’s middle name.

There’s a knock on the door. The butler ushers in the new visitor.

“Rashad!” Liam sounds surprised, “What are you doing here?”

“Ah…” His eyes go to me then back before answering, “I came to collect my wife. The nanny told me where she went.”

A murderous expression flits through Max’s eyes. Everyone else is simply stunned.

“All this time?” Liam croaks.

“We’ve searched the fucking world for you.” Drake says to me, “And you never left Cordonia?”

“I wanted to stay here in case…in case Max ever changed his mind.” I drop my eyes to the floor.

Max hands Percy back to Savannah so he can tip my head back as he tells me, “Except that I never didn’t want you in the first place!”

His voice is full of anguish. I don’t deserve his forgiveness.

“Rashad, why didn’t you tell us?” Liam demands.

“I didn’t realize you were looking for her. I haven’t seen you since the social season, Liam. I’ve been quite busy.”

“Obviously.” Drake says drily.

“Why, Riley?” Max almost whispers, “Why did you marry him?”

I make eye contact with my husband before answering, “My visitor’s visa was expiring. I needed to stay in the country.”

“What are you saying?” Max asks. Is that hope I see in his eyes?

“I’m saying that I needed a way to stay in the country and Rashad gave it to me.”

Max looks at me with undisguised yearning, “So the marriage….”

“Isn’t real.” Rashad supplies, “She needed a legal way to stay, and I needed my parents off my back about marriage. Seemed like a win/win.”

“We’ve never slept together!” I blurt out, putting the elephant in the room to rest.

“Which makes an annulment very easily accomplished.” Rashad finishes with an understanding smile.

Max turns back to me hesitantly, “So…. What happens now?”

“Now?” I can’t help the smile that breaks out over my face, or the joy that bubbles over in my heart. I think I might explode from happiness. “Now I get an annulment and if you meant what you said earlier, Percy and I will be moving in immediately while you and I plan our wedding!”

“Really?” The sun rose again. The sparkle was back in his eyes, the flush was back in his cheeks and my insides melted into a warm, gooey mess.

“Really…if you’ll have me…”

“Are you kidding?” He chokes on a half laugh, half sob, “I clearly can’t function without you! My life isn’t worth living without you in it!”

Then I’m in his arms again, we’re hugging each other, we’re both laughing and we’re both crying and we’re both happy. And I’m finally right where I was always meant to be.

#drabble me this #angelasscribbles #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #trr #the royal romance #choices trr #trr fandom #trr fanfiction #trr fanfic #maxwell beaumont #angst #angst with a happy ending

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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can you do a sam from ginger snaps x reader with a really girly y2k/baddie aesthetic that likes shopping?

A/N: I love a y2k baddie.

“Samuel you have to take me shopping,” you whine, tugging Sam’s shoulder in pure annoyance. “You promised.”

“I’m busy, maybe tomorrow.” he brushes you off as he packs his dime bags.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just call up the Bailey Downs Police Department and tell them all about what’s got you so busy.” You pull out your bedazzled Nokia and start typing in the department number. Without hitting the call button, you hold the phone to your ear and start speaking.

“Hi yes, I’m a concerned citizen and I have just seen something very disturbing. A creepy old man by the name of Samuel McDonald has been going to high schools and selling young children dr-,” Sam cuts you off mid-word by furiously grabbing your phone and giving you his signature death stare.

“I did even call anyone,” you roll your eyes and collapse on the bed he kept in the greenhouse. You feel the phone hit your thigh and look up to see Sam putting on his sweater.

“I give in, let’s go.” You let out a squeal, hurriedly put on your clear wedges, and grab your brown coach bag and matching sunglasses. Sam looks mildly amused as you overanalyze yourself in the mirror, making sure your tracksuit pants still show off your belly button piercing without making you look trashy. Finally, you finish your inspection and make your way to the van, your long black hair swinging in sync with your hips. You catch Sam looking you over through his eyelashes.

The trip to the only mall in town was uneventful as always. Bailey Downs was probably the most boring town to ever exist. The most exciting thing that ever happened was all the dogs getting eaten by a wolf, which didn’t last long anyway. The inside of the mall was surprisingly nice considering the look of the town and had some of your favorite stores like Wet Seal and Le Chateau.

“Can you please not take hours this time? These trips are taking years off my life.”

“Go eat a hot dog or something I’ll take as long as I want.”

“Fine, you’ll have to find a ride home.” Sam walks towards the food court leaving you to your own devices. You knew he was bluffing, he would never leave you anywhere for more than a couple of minutes. As you head inside the building you spot your best friend since middle school, Lindsey. She was often compared to Paris Hilton since she has waist-length blonde hair and a love for everything hot pink. You two made quite the pair whenever you went out on the town.

“Lindsey!” You wave her over, practically jumping to see her.

“Bestie!” she yells across the parking lot as she runs towards you. She embraces you with a big hug before fixing her top and smoothing her hair back down.

“Where’s your little lap dog?” She grabs your arm to walk with you.

“He ditched me ‘cuz I take too long to shop.” You push the mall doors open and the smell of food smacks you in the face. A little hum slips from your lips as walk inside your version of heaven. Sam is in the corner slurping down a soda in the arcade area. You don’t bother trying to get his attention instead, you head upstairs to find at least one good pair of jeans.

You finally find a nice pair of studded jeans in Hot Topic of all places but the urge to make a complete outfit based around this one item was too great for you to resist. Just as Lindsey drags you to Dillards, Sam walks into the store next door. Lindsey looks over at him and furrows her eyebrows.

“Y’know you and Sam have been a thing for a while now and I still don’t get it. You’re a beautiful goddess of a woman with a conscience of Mother Teresa and the sass of Janis Ian while Sam is a five foot six gremlin with a temper. Why him? There are so many guys who are way hotter and nicer,” Lindsey says giving you a disapproving tongue click.

“First off he doesn’t have a temper he just thinks you’re annoying and second I like my gremlin just the way he is, all five foot six inches of him including the extra inches,” you give her a wink as you walk the to the purse section.

“You’re disgusting,” she shouts after you.

The handbags are unimpressive as always but a Juicy Couture bag catches your eye. You bend over to get a better look, but feel hands run across your butt and hips. You would have been alarmed if you didn’t hear Sam let out a whine “Can we pleeeease leeeave?”

“It hasn’t even been that long.” You pick up the bag, feeling the texture beneath your fingertips, and decide it's perfect for the outfit you created in your head.

“It’s been two fucking hours!”

“Like I said, not that long.”

“You’re going to drive me crazy.” Sam runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

“Fine, fine, fine we'll leave after I get this bag.” A sigh of release escapes his pink lips and he practically drags you to the register. Lindsey makes her way to the counter just as you get your receipt.

“Where are we going next?” She puts her heap of clothes onto the counter, not even caring what the final price is.

“Oh I’m going I gotta put my gremlin down for a nap.” Sam rolls his eyes at the new nickname. “I’ll see you later though, you’re going to Ginger’s party right?”

“Yeah, I guess I'll see you there.” You give her a wave and turn to the exit. From the corner of your eye, you see Sam stick his tongue out at her. You can tell by his reaction that she reciprocated the action.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” you laugh.

“You’re right I should act more like a gremlin,” sarcasm dripped off his voice.

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bonniebird · 1 year

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Murder

Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, implied stabbing

Billy & Max (No x Reader)

Everyone thought it was Billy. Even when he needed an alibi and they lied. They thought it was him. Hopper sat and listened to every story that they had for him.

“In the morning he dropped me and Max off at the Mall dad.”

“I think Billy went to work after that. Mom and Dad couldn't take me to the mall. So he dropped me off and I walked home.”

“Yeah. He was around at the pool. We were pretty busy though. I can’t say if he left for lunch or not.”

“Hopper you know Billy came to the store to buy lunch. He got it from me… don’t forget to pick Will and El up after your shift.”

“I saw him later on. Robin and I were closing up the Ice cream shop… He went to that store Max likes. Got her some shoes and a shirt or something. I guess she couldn’t get it when she came by with El in the morning.”

Hopper knew he should try harder to find out what happened. Susan Hargrove sat in tears at his desk as he tried to explain that there was no evidence and Billy had an alibi. But he knew from the way Billy sat, quick eyes darting away whenever Hopper’s met his. He probably would have hated Neil if he knew him and that made it all the harder to get the job done. It shouldn’t. But it did.

“No one but Billy knows what happened.” People would say. They were half right. If they asked. Billy would lie. He’d tell them what he thought they wanted to hear.

“So urm. What happened?” Steve had asked.

He wouldn’t tell them how he came home and found Max’s trainers covered in mud. How the living room was overturned and smashed apart. How one of the knives from the drawer was missing. How when he went out back following a smear of blood he found Max sobbing. How he had dragged her inside and given her a bag for her bloody clothes.

The blisters on his hands? From the shovel he used.

The car’s to clean. He had to wash the evidence off.

It was me. He’d say. Me. Me. Me. That’s what he’d made Max repeat when he came back from the mall and started cleaning up.

“SAY IT AGAIN!” He snapped, eyes fixed on the floor as he tried to scrub blood out of the carpet.

“It was Billy.” She said quietly and tearfully. Blood washed off and in fresh clothes she watched as Billy went over the house inch by inch. She didn't have the strength to help and he didn’t ask. They stood together in silence as Billy burned everything that he could. She watched as he buried the remains of his makeshift bonfire.

They were both in bed before Susan came home.

You couldn’t tell that anything had happened. Not unless you knew that Max’s purple shirt with the rainbow sleeves wasn’t in her wardrobe. Not unless you knew the knife in the kitchen drawer was missing.

“What do you think happened Harrington.” Billy grumbled as he walked away.

Billy tags:

@savagemickey03@zoomdeathknight@pheonix4269@bloodrose@sarahbullet235@lovelyy-moonlight@stellasblog@DeanWinchestersgirl87@thekayarlene@linkpk88@babypink224221@lisainhell@spiderwebs-blog@gryffindorqueensworld@rockyrascal@twerp8999@theletterhart@boardstomymood@big-galaxy-chaos@greekktragedyy@ietss@alexxavicry@daughterofthenight117@sarcasm-n-insomnia@multi-fandom5 @skylermoyer@justice-for-the-kaldorei@favmeyou@kaylantus@supernatural-wolfie@yougottalovefandoms@alwaysadreamingoptimist@love1deandra@archaeologydigit@im-eating-rn@bucketbunny@littlefreakingfangirl@hardladyheart@gillybear17@lchufflepuffcorn@prettyplant0@hardladyheart@slxthxrxn-sxmp@jamie-c-bower-simp@aw--heck@amournoir@boardstomymood@heeheehoohoohahahihi@elenavampire21

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #max mayfield

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teddiebearie · 4 years

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you know when you read a character analysis and it's so wrong you get like. personally offended

#teddy's talk #okay one to be honest I’m not sure I agree with but it wasn't that like. bad #I think it was mostly the fictive we have of that character being annoyed and it bled over #but the other is like. '[x] wants to retreat back into his childhood and isn't coming to terms with growing up' would be. fine. if the 'gro #wing up' part weren't clearly synonymous with 'getting a girlfriend'/'being interested in girls'*up' which would be fine #like the only times I can think of that prove the analysis' point are when his friends are worried about one of their girlfriends breaking #up with him and then drag [x] to the mall to try to fix it #mostly because he was already hanging out with them I think.#and he's clearly not interested in what the other two are doing #bc he wants to play d&d #partially bc that's what they used to do but also like.#he was almost done setting up the board and stuff when they dragged him off #my main point was how he's clearly implied to be not into girls (he's implied to be aroace for the most part actually but.)#which labelling being like. not straight. as not wanting to grow up is. h. I don't like it #but also I know it bothers me as an autistic person when #I have everything all set up and then my plans get interrupted #so the whole not wanting to grow up thing takes a new perspective #especially since that episode was a huge piece of evidence for the analysis #anyway! yeah.#I typed this all up on my phone so hopefully none of the tags cut off

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onlyswan · 3 years

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meet me behind the mall | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x f!reader

→ genre: smut sigh, fluff kinda

→ warnings: exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, slight ? degredation, calls her a slut once, fingering, handjob, oral (m. and f. receiving), choking, spitting, cum eating / swallowing, unprotected sex, facial (this term is so 😭) lmk if i miss anything plz

→ word count: 3.3k

summary: jungkook makes you live for the thrill of it all.

note: this was an impulsive write idk what possessed me today frends but have at it >_> semi proofread it’s 5am goodbyr

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it’s one of the things you first learned about him. jungkook loves taking photos. he loves capturing moments with a simple click of a camera. he finds an unexplainable comfort and bittersweet nostalgia in finding old photographs in his drawer, in his pockets, tucked in between the pages of his textbooks. it’s like finding little treasures all over the place, you can hear his voice in your head, can see the pretty twinkles of passion and fondness in his pretty doe eyes.

so when he told you all about the new photobooth at the arcade, followed by a text that simply said meet me behind the mall, you didn’t particularly imagine that you would end up in this position. you can see the shutter going off even though your eyelids are closed as jungkook’s tongue is basically shoved down your throat. your panties is pulled to the side and two of his fingers are thrusting in and out of your cunt, curling deliciously to stimulate your sweet spot that has your thighs shaking uncontrollably every fucking time.

how naive of you to think that your boyfriend spontaneously texted you at eight in the evening to meet up and simply take cute couple pictures in film. of course, you do have a fair share of scandalous photos, but they’re all conveniently stored and locked away in your phones. this is something entirely new and as embarrassing it is to admit, thrilling. yourself from one year ago never would’ve guessed what her future self is doing right now. how the desires in you can easily be fueled to life just by the trailing of jungkook’s fingers on the smoothness of your thighs, his lips nipping at your neck, or even the simple thought of having his cock filling you up to the brim.

you can’t help but to giggle against his mouth. all of your senses are heightened at this moment, your heart beating aggressively in your chest. he pulls away slightly but his gaze stays on your pink and swollen parted lips, drunk eyes taking in your disheveled state.

“what’s going in that pretty little mind of yours?” he smirks, thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. you try your best to hold out your moan but a broken whine comes out, your head throwing back against the wall of the limited space you’re both squeezed into. only a black curtain and an ‘occupied’ sign in red bold and capital letters separated you from the world outside, where games are being played by people of all ages; loud sound effects and songs from the 2000’s and 2010’s mixing into an ear numbing noise that can only be recognized from an arcade center; and tickets gathered are being exchanged for cute stationary items and trinkets.

“you’re so, so dirty.” you say to him, eyes rolling back as his fingers never let up on their toe curling pace, only making you lose your inhibitions and self-control more than anything else. you clench around them involuntarily, drenching his hand with your juices. “was this your plan all along?”

your eyes widen in shock when the sound of his palm slapping your bare cunt filled the booth, the stinging pain registering in your mind next. “are you fucking crazy? someone might hear!” you whisper angrily at him, but his dark and blown out eyes made you shrink back in your seat. his intimidating, and almost condescending, expression have you gushing against his hand that is now petting your pussy to soothe the pain he inflicted.

“watch your mouth. you and this fucking skimpy dress are the only ones dirty here. you know what this shit does to me.” he smiles at you sweetly. “are you sure this was my plan? are we playing mind games here, baby girl?” his hand comes down from your face to play with the cloth of your blue dress, the other thrusting two of his fingers in you again, then adding another. the stretch has you gripping tightly on his shirt, not having anything else to hold on to.

“fuck, ahhh- jungkook. don’t stop.” god, you are dripping all over, your wetness staining your seat. it makes your cheeks flush in shame.

“just wanted to look pretty for you, i-is all.” you mewl at him, blinking innocently. the camera is not forgotten by jungkook. in fact, it’s one of the things getting him more riled up. the almost blinding light of the flash shines on your soft skin, and the sweat that has formed on your temples and your neck. your pupils are blown and eyelids drooping caused by the pleasure he is giving you. it’s visible how difficult it is for you to keep in all your noises from the people outside the damn curtain when you’re so lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you. all because of him. your fucked out state got jungkook gritting his teeth, his dick twitching inside his pants. jesus christ, you get him so fucking turned on and desperate for it without even trying. your beauty is seductive and enchanting and effortless. there is no point in hiding how crazy he is for you.

“my pretty girl. you dressed yourself all nice for me?” he presses a chaste kiss on your lips, before he wraps his hand around your throat, pressing at the right places just enough to make your mind all fuzzy. “i’m such a lucky man. i love you so much.”

your eyes roll back at the back of your head at the all consuming feeling taking over senses. you don’t think you can answer correctly if ever someone asks for your name or the colors of the goddamn traffic signs. “y-yeah, for you, of course. love you so much.”

he gives you a satisfied hum, moving down to squeeze one of your breasts with his large hand before pinching your nipple from outside the cotton of your dress. “mhmm, holy fuck. you’re always so sensitive. so easy to please. am i making you feel good?” you don’t know how he can act so casual while you’re basically falling apart in his hands, but for some sick reason, it stirs up the arousal in your belly even more.

“y-yes, kook, i’m so close, please, please, please,” you cry out desperately, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you squeeze his fingers with your walls uncontrollably. “wait, ohhh, stop. stop. i can’t cum here. i- it’s gonna be a mess, this is so embar- fuck, jungkook!” your squeal dies down in your throat when your boyfriend kneels on the ground and starts sucking your clit in his mouth as his fingers inside of you became more aggressive, hitting all the right places that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your desperate and whiny sounds, suddenly becoming aware of where the two of you are right now.

you grip his hair with your hands to steady yourself and unconsciously grind your cunt against his face, his eager tongue doing very sinful things for the sole purpose of making you come undone. he pulls you closer to the edge with his strong arm so he can have better access, eating you out like a man feasting on the divine food of the gods. divine. that’s one perfect word to describe you.

he flicks your clit teasingly before wrapping his pink and plump lips around it again. the overwhelming sight almost makes you want to burst into tears. “hmm, cum for me, baby.” your body jerks in his hold, his words of permission acting as the trigger for your orgasm. he drinks you up greedily, his tongue replacing his fingers’ place in fucking into you, letting you ride out your high.

he comes up to kiss you, making you taste yourself in his mouth. you can even feel his wet chin. you moan against him when two fingers dip inside you again, and then he’s having you suck on them almost too enthusiastically. you’re still in a daze from your release, and with jungkook, you’re basically down for anything and everything. you open your eyes to meet his, and if you aren’t already fucked out with his fingers choking you, his hooded eyes will have reduced you into a blabbering mess.

“you’re always so good to me.” he says with a raspy voice. he takes out his fingers and wipes it on his shirt before pulling you in for another kiss. “let’s get out of here so i can fuck you properly like my girl deserves, okay?” you nod meekly, trying to hide your excitement. he fixes you up to make you look presentable enough to walk in public, combing your hair with his fingers and straightening out your dress.

“can’t forget these. don’t want anyone else seeing you like this. it’s for my eyes only.” he gathers all the developed films from the booth, facing you with a teasing smile.

“for your eyes only.” you agree, looking up at him. you open the small backpack you brought along with you and he stuffs them all inside mindlessly, his cock still straining painfully in his pants and he might just lose his mind if he’s still not inside of your pussy in the next five minutes.

“can’t walk properly,” you whine out once you step out of the booth, your boyfriend supporting you by the waist.

“sorry, baby.” he presses an apologetic kiss on your temple. “but i’m not done with you yet.” he really doesn’t give a fuck if anyone heard the both of you at all, but he knows that you’re starting to worry, so he makes sure that you keep your eyes on him as you walk your way out of the place.

“are we going to your place? or mine?” you ask once you get out, the cool air of the mall embracing you. you shiver lightly. your boyfriend doesn’t respond, but when he starts dragging you towards the movie theater that is just beside the arcade, you realize the answer to your question.

“jungkook, really?” you hiss at him, but don’t make any efforts to stop him as he leads you to the restrooms.

“i’m so fucking hard right now, babe. i can’t wait anymore.” they’re about to close up in an hour, so the place is basically deserted. but still, you can’t believe what you’re about to do right now. he peeks in the women’s and once he made sure it’s clear, you go in to the farthest cubicle.

“damn woman,” his throaty chuckle makes your center throb again as you immediately pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers, his big cock slapping against his stomach. you lick a stripe from his balls up to his tip, then gathering saliva in your mouth and letting it drip down his length. his breathing gets heavier at the sight of doing such a filthy action without him asking you to. he strokes your cheek as you jack him off and give his head kitten licks, your spit acting as an effective lube.

“put it in your mouth now, baby.” he says softly, grasping your hair to guide your mouth on his cock. “choke on it, yeah?” you hum in submission to his request, relaxing your throat to take in as much of him as you can. you start to bob your head up and down to get used to the feeling, your hand still wrapped around the few inches left.

“fuck, you look so pretty like this. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” his confession made you all warm inside. you’ve always wondered how you managed to become his girlfriend. sometimes, it feels to good to be true. knowing the effect you have on him even when you’re not around made you even more determined to blow his damn mind. to be the only star of his wildest dreams.

you go down on him until your nose reach his pubic area, carefully breathing out through it. “oh my god, that’s my girl.” he thrusts his hip forward and holds your head down in place, making you choke on him like he wanted to. his moans sends tingles to your pussy and you rub your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to relieve yourself of some pressure. he lets you breathe in some air before you take him in your mouth again, swallowing around his length as you move your head up and down.

“ohhh, fuck. your mouth is s-so warm. you like this huh? sucking me off outside our rooms for the first time?” he can’t help but to move his hips as well, instinctively following your mouth. your moans vibrate on his dick, and he hisses at the added sensation. “and you called me what? so, so dirty? turns out you’re just as fucking filthy, baby.” and there it is again, the mischievous smile on his face that makes your knees (that you’re sure will be bruising soon enough) weak. you know that he’s right. you can’t help but to whimper around him when you feel wetness drip from your hole. you want to touch yourself so bad but your hands on your boyfriend’s flexing muscular thighs are what’s keeping you steady and grounded.

“ohh- ah, fuck fuck fuck! are you fucking kidding me?” his body jerks when you take all of him and stay still, contracting your throat around him and massaging his balls in your small and soft hand. his brain goes on a frenzy at the waves of pleasure rippling in his body, sweat rolling down his temples and abdomen working hard to stop himself from cumming down your throat. “s-shit, stop it, stop it, stop, i’m gonna blow my load.”

you pull him out with a pop, hand gripping his base to keep his orgasm at bay. his glassy eyes meet your own, and you give him a wink. “are you gonna fuck me now?”

a shiver runs up jungkook’s spine. “you’re so fucking hot. come here.” he helps you get up and snakes his tongue in your mouth, pinning you on the other side of the cubicle. his hand sneaks in under your dress to cup your center, groaning against your mouth when he felt how wet you are. “shit, you’re soaking. did you get this turned on by sucking my dick?”

“really turned on. i love blowing you.” you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger, blinking up at him with a smile.

“you’re actually killing me here.” he chuckles, squeezing your ass and pulling you close to grind himself on you. he drags down your panties until you step out of them, throwing it on top of your backpack. he tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers. “jump.” you obey, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he pumps his cock a few times before teasingly running the tip along your wet folds, a nudge on your clif making you moan quietly. “put it in, please. jungkook? i’ve been good, right?”

“shhh, i got you.”

you hold on to his neck tightly as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure. it’s amazing how you can feel so stretched out from the very beginning, only his tip yet breaching your walls. you never really got used to it. “you’re so big, kook.” you cry out against his shoulder as he sinks his entire length into you. your praise inflates his ego. he lets you adjust for a moment, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder.

when you gave him the signal, he begins thrusting into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you like. the lewd squelching sounds of your connected sex filled the empty room.

“sh-should’ve done this sooner. ahh fuck, why does this feel so good?” you’re out of your mind. you can’t remember a time you felt this horny. and to be brutally honest, he’s fucking you dumb right now. you can feel every ridge of his cock in you, can feel his tip furiously and consistently stimulating the spot in you that has you writhing in his arms, that along with his pelvis grinding against your clit each time he fucks back into you.

“jesus, are you hearing yourself right now? you like doing it outside with me, baby?”

“yes, yes! oh, harder, please. m-more, i’m close again.” you sob out, biting on his shoulder to cover your cries.

“can’t believe i got myself a filthy little slut here.” he shakes his head in mock disbelief, adjusting his hold on you and fucking you with a much fiercer drive to make you cream on his cock this time. “f-fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he breathes out a laugh followed by a broken moan, your soft walls enveloping him in your wamth. “cum when you need to, hmm? you’ve been so good to me.”

you mutter countless thank you’s mixed with your moans and whimpers, the pleasure getting too much to bear. you throw your head back as you orgasm on your boyfriend’s cock, clenching around him uncontrollably as he fucks you through it, desperate to reach his own high. your juices drip down to his balls, and it makes him crazier. he takes the opportunity create marks on your neck, sucking and biting red and purple on your skin.

it’s not long before overstimulation takes place, but you don’t complain, not when it feels this good. another orgasm hits you, not as intense as the first two, but it still got you seeing stars and your body shaking against the wall.

“did you just cum again? oh god, fucking shit. i’m there- so fucking close. you feel so- oh, so good. love you. love you a lot.”

“i want to swallow your cum.” your voice is barely there, but jungkook hears you just fine. he almost chokes on his own spit upon registering your words in his brain. without wasting any time, he sets you down on the floor and you kneel infront of him, mouth open and tongue out.

he jacks himself off while you generously lick at his frenulum, looking up at him expectantly. the sight of you all eager and impatient for his cum finally triggers his release, aiming for your tongue but some still landing on your cheeks and chin as he’s too overwhelmed and shaken to see straight. you swallow happily, licking the rest from your fingers.

“god, i love you.” he says quietly, pulling you up from the floor and embracing you, but you wiggle out of his grasp.

“love you too but gross, gross, gross. i need to go home and shower.” you whine out, twirling as you try and fix your appearance again.

“not you acting like a brat once you got what you wanted.” he pinches your waist jokingly. he takes tissue from the dispenser to clean up the wetness that dripped down all the way to your thighs, being the loving boyfriend that he is.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you pout at him. “i’m so tired and gross. i hate you.”

“are you asking for it again?”

“no, i swear to god. you owe me a bubble bath and a massage.”

“okay, fine. my place then.” he gives up, shaking his head with a laugh at your change of mood. “i love you. can i get a kiss then?”

you tiptoe to reach him, slightly pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a smooch. “i love youuu.”

once you both make yourself presentable (again) to the best of your abilities, you head out of the restroom first. you notice the cashier at the popcorn place eyeing you suspiciously, especially when jungkook comes out to meet you a few minutes later. you hide yourself behind him in shame.

you walk out of the mall with his hand over your shoulder, yours on his waist. you look at him questioningly when he covers your neck with more of your hair. “maybe i made a little too much.” he winces apologetically.

“we are never doing that again.” you sigh, your legs still feeling weak but you will yourself to make it all the way to the parking lot.

“what? you said you liked it!”

“it was during the moment. i was delirious.”

jungkook rolls his eyes. “you’re lying. let’s see, because that’s also what you said the first time we tried choking.”

“jungkook! shut up!”

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note: i never know how to finish these runs and hides

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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My papa talks about you a lot!

This is the first time I’ve written for Sugawara so like most of the other characters I wrote for I’m actually unsure how to go about writing their personality.(it is most likely inaccurate.)

Dad! Sugawara Koshi x fem reader

Basically you’re a teacher at the same pre-school that Suga teaches at.(one day I will make a character just pin after the other oblivious to the other who is also in love with them because I think I try to do it every time and it just turns out bad.)

Look, it’s honestly not even that bad of a morning…is what Suga tells himself as he frantically calls almost everyone he knows is off in his call log after his babysitter for his daughter canceled last minute because her friends invited her to the mall. Now Suga doesn’t blame the girl, but like come on he hired her because he was busy with work so of course he’s a little nervous.

His daughter, Aiko, had calmed down the previously chaotic man quite a bit when he realized he couldn’t do all the things he used to with a baby, but now as she edges near her fourth birthday his spunk has returned some as he gets further and further away from the schedules he previously needed when Aiko was a baby.

“Ok honey.” He sighs setting his daughters cereal bowl in the sink and quickly washing it.

“Grandma’s sick, your babysitter has the flu and not many other people are up for watching you.” He mumbles after hanging up with his work. “And I don’t have any vacation days apparently, so you’ll have to come with me” he explains looking up to see his daughter peeking above the counter with I brushed hair as her hair antenna bobbles due to the draft the air conditioner created.

Sugawara for the life of him can not do hair, not even a simple ponytail. He wants to scream when he has to fix his daughters hair, it takes him around an thirty minutes normally to remember how he did her hair last time and another thirty to actually get her wavy hair into the ponytail without half of it falling out.

He looks at his watch panicking when he sees that if he doesn’t leave now they’ll be late. “Grab the hair brush baby and meet me at the door I’ll have your coat!” He shouts rushing to the door as his daughter runs to the bathroom before meeting him at the door to put on her coat.

They lock up the house and begin walking to Sugas work around two blocks away while he tries to pull her hair back and he can say that he is certainly glad that normally they aren’t moving when they style her hair.

He’s gotten her hair into the ponytail formation as they round the corner to the school building and just as he’s sliding the holder off his wrist Aiko steps onto the stairs and her hair falls out and he wants to sob.

Yeah needless to say he’s got the ponytail in the corner of his mouth using a hot pink hair brush when he walks into the building.

“God-” he stops himself noticing a kid standing next to your leg as you pat their head, when Aikos hair once again falls out.

You glance over and watch him struggle by the door way a few more times before walking over to him.

“Would you like some help?” You ask in your sweet voice that Suga just adores.

He turns towards you with the slightestpinm blush from being caught unable to do something as simple as hair. He wanted to impress you not show you that he couldn’t care for his kid’s hair!

“Do you mind?” He asks looking at you when her hair falls back again.

“Not at all” you smile taking the brush and hair tye from him before gently and smoothly tying back Aiko’s hair, and then to top it off pulling out her bangs with your finger nail by dragging your nail along the triangle part and tugging gentle.

You turn her to face you and brush her bangs before bopping her nose softly causing her to giggle as you hand the hair brush back to Suga while he stands their in awe.

“What’s your name?” You ask gently.

“Aiko.” She mumbles gripping at Sugas coat as she smiles at you.

“Well I’m Miss (y/n)” you mumble smiling at her before looking back to Suga.

You watch Aiko tug on her dads jacket and whisper in his ear and he nods.

“Pretty” she compliments quietly as the bell rings and Suga rushes off.

The end of the school day comes quicker then usual with today being a half day, and both You and Suga stand on the steps waiting for the last few kids to be picked up while Aiko clings to her dad.

“What are you doing after this?” He asks

“Oh, I’m probably going to have lunch what about you?” You ask looking towards your watch.

“Have lunch with Aiko.” He says gently squeezing her hand.

“Can you have lunch with us too?” Aiko asks looking up at you with shiny eyes filled with adoration.

“Sure, but only if your dad would like!” You sag smiling at the small girl as her eyes crinkle up almost swallowing her little mole right under her eye that matched her fathers.

Suga glances down to Aiko to see her staring back with the cutest puppy eyes, if he wasn’t going to say yes before he will now. “Sure where do you guys want to eat?” He asks watching as the last kid runs to their parents car.

“Where ever is fine” you mumble right as Aiko starts to squeal “cat cafe!”

“Cat cafe it is.” You giggle softly and Suga wonders if this is love.

After awhile of sitting in the cafe Aiko’s got a dessert in front of her as she sits on her calfs trying her hardest not to wiggle right off the seat.

“What’s your favorite animal?” You ask expecting her to say a cat or something as you look at her.

“My papa talks about you a lot.” Aiko says looking up before shoveling her cake into her mouth.

“It’s not like that” Suga tries to excuse but seeing your hurt expression he’s quickly trying to take it back. “I mean it is like that but-” he’s cut off by your soft giggle and soft I’m sorry while you try to catch your breath and he’s got a huge blush on his face as he realizes he probably doesn’t just have a crush on you…

“It’s alright I like you too.” You smile at him softly and Aiko’s off after she finishes her job as she skips around the room looking under the tables for a cat.

#haikyuu #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #hq suga x reader #hq sugawara #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu suga x reader #sugawara x reader #suga x reader

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jessikahathaway · 3 years

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Baby Talk - Part II

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, medical procedures, pining (Like a stupid amount but what can ya do), Joon and Jin get protective, mentions of pregnancy symptoms. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 10.5k (I guess I'm committing to long chapters lol)

You’d hit the four week mark, and not much had happened yet.

Despite you feeling like your hormones were on a swing.

Jimin was bewildered when he came into the bathroom to find you crying on the floor. Trying to comfort you went downhill quickly because soon you were mad that he was joking around. Then you were crying again, apologizing for being so harsh.

Up and down and up and down.

But they never got mad at you. Never yelled at you and never ignored you. But you forced your emotions down deep into your heart. A place that would be locked and the key thrown away. Because you knew what was happening, and it simply couldn’t happen.

It was late and you could feel your stomach begging for something to eat. You’d gotten really hungry lately, no doubt your body trying to accommodate for the new life you were growing inside of you.

So, you hurried to the kitchen under the guise of night and made some rice and a little bit of stir fry. You put together everything, making sure not to make too much, and started cooking.

It was around three in the morning when you sat down at the table and ate your food, looking through your phone with a bored expression. Nothing interesting on social media and YouTube videos were only entertaining for so long. So, you ate your food and cleaned up before starting to head back towards your room.

Then, a large flash went off in the sky, causing you to jolt and look out into the city. Rain was pelting against the window, sounding sharp to your ears. It was a little intimidating.

Then the loud crash of thunder rang through the house.

You yelped at the noise, covering your ears in fear. You’d never particularly liked thunderstorms, but this one was coming in hot and aggressive. You pulled your hands away from your ears, just trying to focus on getting back to your room when another flash lit up the room. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you started to sweat.

Before you could think too much about it you were knocking on Jungkook and Jimin’s door. Another crash of thunder roared through the house and you swear you felt the floor shake. You whimpered in fear and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Did they hear you? Or was the storm too loud? Should you go in? What if they weren’t decent?

Jimin had said you could go in if something was wrong...

But did being scared of a thunderstorm count?

FLASH.

BANG.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you burst through the door with tears in your eyes. Fear causing you to shake violently.

Jimin and Jungkook both bolted up in bed at the sound of the door slamming open, and were out of bed instantly at the sight of you shaking on the floor.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Jungkook’s worried voice echoed in your ear.

“She’s trembling,” Jimin said, rubbing your back.

“I-I I’m sc-”

FLASH.

BANG.

You cried and flung your arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face as you shook violently. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and a little bit of his own fear, but Jimin just took his hand and placed it on your head.

‘Comfort her,’ Jimin mouthed.

Jungkook nodded before rubbing your hip soothingly.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Is it the storm?” He asked, bringing his other hand to your shoulder.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, keeping your face buried in Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s alright, Jimin and I got you. You’ll be safe,” Jungkook promised.

Jimin rubbed soothing circles onto your back as the two of them tried to ease your frantic heart. Both of them knowing it can’t be good for the baby. But, also, on you. The stress of carrying a baby was already a lot, the fear of this thunderstorm wasn’t a good addition.

Soon, you had cried yourself to sleep.

Jimin took you in his arms, picking you up and Jungkook followed after him as they headed for your room.

The couple laid you down in bed, brushing your face tenderly. Jungkook watched as Jimin covered you up, bringing the sheets right up under your chin. He smiled at the soft pout on your lips, he wondered if the baby would have your cute pout.

Jimin, moved your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear gently. When he was certain you were settled he took Jungkook’s hand and headed back to their bedroom.

“God, that scared the fuck out of me,” Jungkook said, sitting down on the side of the bed.

“Me too,” Jimin agreed, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

“Didn’t know she was that scared of storms, makes me want to beat up the sky for scaring her like that,” Jungkook said, frowning.

Jimin laughed lightly, but kissed his boyfriend lovingly. “I know you would if you could, or at the very least, sue it,” he snorted.

“Ooh, yeah, that could work,” Jungkook said.

“I’d never seen her like that, so vulnerable. She always puts up such a tough exterior,” Jimin said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, maybe it shows that she’s starting to trust us. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to live with two people who are kinda strangers to her,” Jungkook said, feeling awkward.

“Well, maybe we can fix that,” Jimin reasoned.

“What do you have in mind my stunningly attractive boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, leaning forward.

“Mmm, let’s take her shopping. Spoil her a bit, you’ve got more zeros in your bank account than I can count on all of my fingers. She’s gonna need maternity clothes anyways. Imagine her all dressed in Gucci and Prada while walking around pregnant with our baby,” Jimin said, appearing to be day dreaming himself.

“That would be... nice... To spoil her, show her we care about her well being and everything,” Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Let’s do it,” Jimin said, gripping Jungkook’s hands.

“Okay, yeah!”

Unfortunately for the couple, you appeared to be hating every second of this shopping excursion.

“Y/N! Come on,” Jungkook said, walking with Jimin’s hand interlocked with his.

“Coming, coming,” you sighed, following after them.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a break?” Jimin asked, stopping to take a look at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, sleepy,” you grumbled.

The boys had effectively cut off your caffeine intake as of late, and it was showing. You were more exhausted than ever, just wanting to sleep the day away, but the two men wanting to hear nothing of it today. Normally they would’ve just let you sleep, but, today was a different story.

Jimin bit his lip and looked at Jungkook with concern.

You didn’t seem to be having fun at all.

What was the point in spoiling you if you were just gonna wind up pissed off at the end of it? But maybe you just hadn’t found something you wanted yet. Jimin didn’t want to lose faith so early on, but you really were in a grumpy mood today.

Jungkook pointed out several different kinds of stores, suggesting different ones and you merely told them that whatever they wanted was fine. Feeling defeated already, Jimin told Jungkook to pick a store and maybe you’d find something you wanted in there.

Soon, you were in some high end designer store, looking around with a bored expression on your face. Most girls loved when you spoiled them, wanting nothing more than to have free reign with a credit card and a whole shopping mall. But you looked so fragile and out of place in this big store.

Jungkook looked around and found some things he wanted, Jimin too, but you were still sitting on the bench, head in your hand and looking tired.

The couple looked at each other, wondering what in the world they could do to make you smile. All they wanted to do was spoil you, make you feel better...

“Are you two with the young lady over there,” the store attendant asked, pointing at you with genuine curiosity.

“Ah, yes, she’s with us,” Jimin confirmed.

“I take it she’s not really into the whole shopping experience,” the attendant said, and the couple nodded sadly.

“We just wanted to spoil her, take her out and get her stuff she wanted. But it looks like she’d rather die than be here right now,” Jungkook said, frowning.

“Well, what are some things that she likes?” The shop attendant asked.

“Books,” both of them said quickly.

The attendant laughed at them softly, nodding.

“My wife is a fan of books too, sometimes I wonder if she likes them more than me. But, you said you want to spoil her right? Tell her that, explain what you’re doing, sometimes that helps,” he offered.

Jimin nodded, looking over at your sleepy figure in the corner of the store.

“It’s worth a shot,” he said.

The pair thanked the shop attendant for his time and headed towards you.

You looked up and tried to give the couple a smile, but it looked awkward and forced, making them frown even more. Jungkook sat down next to you, and Jimin kneeled in front of you.

“Y/N, do you know why we forced you out of your blankety cocoon today?” Jimin asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“You said you wanted to take me shopping,” you said, gazing back at him.

“Exactly, we wanted to take you shopping. Not just shop for ourselves and drag you around. We want to spoil you, give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask and you can have it, Y/N, money isn’t an issue here,” Jimin said.

Biting your lip you felt yourself get uncomfortable. “I-I don’t really like being spoiled, you know? I um... It makes me feel weird,” you said, rubbing your neck.

“The last thing we wanted to do was make you upset,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“No I’m not upset I just feel awkward,” you explained.

“Oh, there’s no need to feel awkward Y/N, it’s just us,” Jimin reassured.

“People keep staring at us, like I’m some lame friend third wheeling on a date,” you sighed, rubbing your face.

Jimin and Jungkook both swallowed hard.

They hadn’t realized people were staring. But it would make sense, Jimin and Jungkook were known in the city and suddenly a girl is walking around with them? That did seem a bit odd. They were also regulars in this mall and no doubt the staff were looking too.

God, they had messed this whole day up.

“Oh Y/N, we’re sorry,” Jungkook said, pressing his hands to his face.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” You asked, turning to look at him with confusion.

“Not including you,” Jimin explained.

“There’s no need to include me-” you started when Jungkook cut you off quickly.

“Yes there is, you’re carrying our baby, we want you to feel comfortable and safe. Not ignored and shut out, that’s not fair to you,” he said, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Yeah, we want you to have whatever you want. As long as it isn’t unhealthy for you or the baby,” Jimin said.

“This isn’t about flexing or whatever on other people, this is about you. And what you want,” Jungkook said.

“Well,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth.

“Yes?” Jimin said, leaning forward.

“It’s, well, I guess some new clothes wouldn’t be bad. I’ll need maternity stuff,” you told them.

“Yes! Absolutely! We can do that!” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you with him.

However, it was a little too fast for you, causing your head to spin. Jungkook was steadying you with his warm palms on your waist, Jimin keeping you upright with his hands around your wrists.

“Sorry Y/N! I-I wasn’t thinking and I got so excited, sorry,” Jimin frowned at himself.

“It’s alright,” you said, not wanting him to be upset over something that didn’t really matter.

“I need to be more gentle with you, you’re carrying our baby for Christ sakes,” Jimin huffed.

You nodded, noticing the stern look on Jimin’s face. Licking your dry lips, you looked down at your feet. You were only a month along so you couldn’t really see anything yet. But knowing there was a life inside of you made you feel a little flutter in your chest every time you thought about it.

However, you needed to get that under control.

This wasn’t your baby.

And that’s just how it was going to be.

Jimin and Jungkook had managed to drag you into a designer store for mothers apparently, because everything in here looked like it was worth a fortune. How were you supposed to pick something and wear it when you were afraid it was gonna get dirty? For fucksake you were almost certain they would be ruined by the end of this pregnancy.

“Ooh! Y/N, pink is your color,” Jimin smiled, holding up a rose colored blouse at you.

Looking down you saw small daisies printed on the shirt as well. It was cute, you had to give him that. You agreed to try it on, but only if he promised not to show you the price tag. Jimin nodded quickly.

Jungkook came around the corner, carrying a couple different articles of clothing. Mainly dresses, as they would be a comfortable and easy choice. But there were some skirts and blouses in his arms too. After finding the ones you liked the three of you were sent to the dressing rooms.

Jimin and Jungkook waited outside on the bench, demanding a fashion show from you. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say no before you headed in and tried on a couple of outfits.

You walked out and did a little spin every time, Jungkook and Jimin giving their opinions. Which were always small claps with whistles accompanying them.

Then you walked out in a shorter green sundress that you had managed to grab on the shelf without looking at the tag, thank God. It was green with splashes of turquoise and white that made your eyes pop beautifully. There was a cutout at the top that showed a little bit of cleavage but it wasn’t an insane amount. Nothing you thought anything of anyways.

It came to your knees, and it was generous with the room in it. No doubt when you were showing it would come up to your mid thigh. Fluffing your hair you walked out and smiled at the boys. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body. This was the first non maxi dress you’d tried on, even the skirts had been considerably modest. So, they were getting the first glimpse at your skin.

Jimin was stunned.

You were absolutely gorgeous. A vision.

Legs looking gorgeous and long, skirt fluttering around your knees but Jimin couldn’t help imagine you when you were showing a little more. Would it ride up higher? Clearing his throat he smiles at you.

“It looks really good, Y/N, I didn’t pick this one. Did you Kook?” Jimin said, turning to his boyfriend, who seemed to still be in a stupor.

“Jungkook?” You said, looking at the doe eyed man with a little bit of worry pinching your features.

“Yes? No, it-you look amazing Y/N, did you pick this out?” He asked you.

“I did, yeah,” you answered.

“Little sneak, do you really want to stop our hearts?” Jimin teased.

Blushing you brushed your hair behind your ear and stared at your shoes. Jungkook looked at you with so much longing it made Jimin’s heart stammer. Not out of jealousy, but something else. Jimin shook the thought from his head.

Soon you were all settled back in the car, several shopping bags in the back. Jimin and Jungkook had requested a driver today, wanting to just enjoy the experience. So, the driver dutifully drove while the three of you sat in the back.

You looked out the window and watched scenery pass you by. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you, each with a similar look on their face and similar feelings in their chest. But neither of them were brave enough to admit it to themselves. Not when they almost had everything they’ve ever wanted, or what they thought they wanted...

Getting out of the car, Jimin asked the driver to have the bags delivered up to their apartment. The driver nodded before disappearing.

The three of you made your way up to the apartment, but not before Jimin and Jungkook spilled that they had a surprise for you. Looking at them with a menacing glare, Jungkook broke first as you three made it into the entryway of the apartment.

“It’s nothing crazy, just... We didn’t want you feeling like the third wheel or, you know, not a part of this. You are just as important to us as the baby you are carrying, and while you’re with us we want you happy and... so we got you this,” Jungkook said, holding out the signature blue box that made your stomach churn with how much it must’ve cost.

“Please, don’t ask how much it cost. It doesn’t matter as long as it makes you happy,” Jimin whispered.

Slowly, you opened the box and a beautiful moon pendant sparkling in diamonds and white gold stared at you. You damn near dropped the thing because of how gorgeous it was. Jungkook and Jimin froze on the spot when they saw tears starting to fall down your face.

“Do you not like it?” Jimin asked.

“Is it too much? Did we go overboard?” Jungkook worried.

“N-No, it’s beautiful,” you said, touching the pendant with a delicate finger.

“Do you want to put it on?” Jungkook asked, hoping to God that you didn’t throw this pendant back in their faces.

“Yes, please,” you said, handing Jungkook the back and brushing your hair out of the way so he had access.

Slowly, you watched as the beautiful moon swung just above your cleavage, kissing your chest lightly. It was fastened behind your neck and you turned around, looking at the two men with a bright smile on your face.

Then, they held up their wrists.

A sun and a star.

You looked and saw it was all a matching set.

“You guys, you really,” you said, smiling softly.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re our equal in this. You aren’t just a womb we’re renting,” Jimin said. “You’re a person, with wants and feelings and we want you to feel that. More than anything, we want you happy and safe.”

“We’re so thrilled you chose us, seriously. If there’s anything you want, anything you need, name it, we’ll get it for you. Scouts honor,” Jungkook said, holding up his hand.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion, more tears ran down your cheeks, making you sniffle and wipe at them with irritation. You didn’t want to cry right now, you were happy! Now, you just looked like a snotty red mess.

“Aw, don’t cry Y/N!” Jungkook said, coming forward to wipe your tears.

“God you guys are such turds, making me cry all the time,” you sniffled.

“It’s not our fault!” Jimin said.

“It is very much your fault,” you said, holding your stomach gently.

A rush of air left the two of them at you doing something so maternal. It made Jungkook’s blood burst into flames, and Jimin had to swallow a moan at the knowledge of you being pregnant with his baby. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the two silent men.

“Okay, well... Thanks for today you two... I’m glad I got to be spoiled a little bit. I’m gonna go take a shower, are we ordering out for dinner tonight?” You asked. They were still silent and you wondered what the fuck broke them when Jimin blinked rapidly a few times before clearing his throat.

“Y-You’re welcome, if you want to go again just tell us and we can,” he said, fighting to keep his calm exterior.

“Okay, I’m gonna go take a shower then,” you said again, taking off towards the stairs.

Jungkook damn near collapsed on the floor when you were finally gone.

“Jesus,” he said, panting hard.

“Do you, do you feel it too?” Jimin asked, gazing at the area where you had been standing.

“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked.

“Fuck what’s wrong with us? She’s here for us to care for her, to nurture her, not use her like some object,” Jimin said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Jungkook rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe his boyfriend’s frantic thoughts. He agreed. You weren’t someone for them to use and abuse... You were the mother of their child and you deserved to be respected. But God if the thought of you didn’t send their minds spiraling.

“I know... We just gotta tough it out I guess. What else can we do?” Jungkook reasoned.

“I don’t know Kook, I don’t know,” Jimin said, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly.

—

The six week mark came and so did the morning sickness. To start, it was just waves of nausea, but soon it turned into full blown vomiting.

It was around seven in the morning and you had barely slept a wink. You felt jittery and restless, unable to relax. But when you sat up to head to the kitchen for something to eat, your stomach flipped. Soon, you were in the bathroom getting sick in the toilet.

Shortly you heard a knocking at the door.

“Y/N? Sweetie are you alright?” Jimin’s worried voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, trying to keep yourself from hurling again.

“Can I come in?” His light tone echoed through the room.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling another rush of nausea washing over you as he comes in. You looked and saw his worried face come into focus.

“Oh sweetheart,” Jimin said, rubbing your back as you got sick once more.

“Jimin? Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in the apartment.

“We’re in the bathroom Kook!” Jimin yelled.

Shortly Jungkook’s footsteps came into the bathroom. He was frowning, knowing you must be uncomfortable and there wasn’t much he could do for you. Watching Jimin rub your back gave him a sense of comfort however.

You were struggling with your chest being tender also. Every time you moved against the toilet you felt a jolt of pain go down your spine. Wincing when you came back up, Jimin had gotten you a little cup of water. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out and standing up slowly, per Jimin’s instructions.

You brushed your teeth and told the boys you were alright. They left and you did the rest of your morning routine. Jimin came back into your room and asked if you were ready for breakfast. You nodded and let Jimin lead you to the kitchen table. Jimin, taking note of your poor start to the day, asked if you wanted anything in particular for breakfast. Thinking back you really enjoyed the Nutella and banana toast he made for you a while back.

He nodded and started the toaster quickly. Jungkook had been working overtime recently and had to leave shortly after your bathroom incident. Soon, two pieces of Nutella toast with bananas were placed in front of you.

But the second the smell of banana hit your nose, you were scrunching up your face in disgust. Jimin looked at you with confusion. Then it dawned on him: food sensitivity.

Quickly removing the plate he asked if anything else sounded good, and you came up with the weird combination that was scrambled eggs with cream cheese.

Jimin looked on with a light smile on his face as you scarfed down the eggs and cream cheese without a single nose scrunch. It always made him happy to see you eating. Keeping up your health for the sake of the baby and you made him happy.

Soon, you were done and Jimin had gone into the living room to watch some TV when you noticed him sitting there. Lounging on the couch was a normal thing, but, looking at him now you-you couldn’t put your finger on it. He just looked so good, sitting there. He’d recently redid his hair so it was a beautiful blond color. His eyes wandered from the television to you, standing there in your loose t-shirt and pajama shorts.

He licked his lips for a moment, but that was all it took for you.

The flash of his tongue made you slightly weak in the knees, causing you to grip the edge of the table for support. Jimin seemed to mistake this for a more serious problem as he was up in a matter of seconds to come to your side.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at you with concern.

“I-I’m good,” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “I think I just ate too fast.”

Jimin mulled this over in his head for a moment before nodding and stepping back.

“As long as you’re okay,” he said, heading back towards the couch.

But your symptoms weren’t just limited to food sensitivity, morning sickness and random bouts of arousal, oh no... The best one was the nightmares that had taken over your sleep schedule.

Normally they were just vague things that you forgot about when you woke up. But they were becoming more vivid. More, unsettling.

You were dreaming being in pools of blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it belonged to the boys. Sometimes you didn’t know where it came from, but it was always there. Never to be washed away, only to drown in...

You were caught up in the throes of a particularly bad nightmare...

You’d miscarried and lost the baby, Jimin and Jungkook were heartbroken and left you bleeding out on the floor as you stared up into the ceiling, dying.

The room was tilted and everything was wobbly.

You tried to go after them, to ask for another chance. But it was too late, they were gone.

Screaming, you bolted up in your bed. Tears flowing down your cheeks at a rapid rate. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loud you swore you could feel it in your throat.

You heard the slamming of a door and soon Jimin and Jungkook barged into your room, looking around frantically until they found you on your bed, shaking and crying into your hands.

“Y/N!” They yelled, going to your sides and trying to get you to talk to them.

“Sweetie, what happened? Why did you scream?” Jimin asked, petting your hair trying to soothe you.

“I-I had a nightmare, I-I lost the baby and, then lost you two,” you whimpered, covering your face again.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, the image of you crying being burned into his memory. He hated seeing you like this. It hurt him to see you so distraught. Jimin, too, was struggling with your emotions. He just wanted you happy and healthy, free from any worry and troubles of the real world. But of course, he couldn’t protect you from everything and everyone. No matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re right here, we aren’t going anywhere,” said Jungkook. You were crying violently, looking at the bed spread with blurred vision. Jimin looked at Jungkook with worry written all over his features, your smaller frame sat shaking in the bed as the two males tried to comfort you.

Jungkook hesitantly reached out to wipe the tears from your face. You looked up at the man with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, before glancing back down at your lap.

“You aren’t going to lose us, Y/N,” Jimin reassured.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, so broken that it had both of their eyes tearing up at the sound.

“It’s alright, we’re scared too,” Jimin said, patting your hair gently. “But we’ll get through this.”

“There was so much blood,” you whimpered, biting your lip trying to keep the sobs from coming out.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of his own.

“I was dying and you just... left me there,” you confessed.

“We could never leave you just like that Y/N, ever,” Jimin said, sounding shocked.

“We’d never forgive ourselves if something happened to you,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles. He knew seeing you like this was hard on both of them, and knowing how much you truly didn’t think they cared was also hurtful. Because all they wanted was to tell you you didn’t have to leave... But it couldn’t work like that.

Jimin’s work as a high end therapist was already wobbly because of his relationship with Jungkook. As unfortunate as it is, people didn’t want his help if he was dating a fellow man.

And Jungkook had already been shamed for his love publicly, the gossip forums on the newspaper and websites having a hay day with his image. He’d worked so hard to show he wasn’t any different than a straight man when it came to his work. But, the world is a cruel place, and social norms often reared their ugly heads with Jungkook.

They couldn’t drag you into that cesspool of nasty comments and uncomfortable encounters. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one you were all living in. And there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Jungkook wanted to scream about how it was unfair. How you sitting here with them wasn’t wrong, as long as you all cared about one another, how could it be? But they both knew how this would end.

With you walking out of their lives and your child’s life, forever.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you hiccuped, swallowing down the rest of your tears.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder.

“If something’s wrong we want you to tell us,” Jungkook said, looking at you with misty eyes.

“I-I will,” you said, wiping your face.

“Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?” Jimin asked, looking at your state with concern.

“I should be able to,” you said, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

“We can stay with you, until you’re asleep,” Jungkook offered before even thinking. Jimin’s head snapped to the younger male, who was already shrinking.

“W-Would you?” Your soft voice spoke up.

Jimin nodded finally, crawling into the bed with you and Jungkook following suit. They each took a hand and held it tightly. Jimin drew different shapes and patterns on your palm, making you giggle when it tickled. Jungkook interlocked your fingers together, running his thumb over your soft skin like Jimin did with him when he was nervous or scared.

Sooner, rather than later, you were passed out once more, hands clutching Jimin and Jungkook’s.

The men managed to untangle themselves from you as they went back to their room, hearts heavy. When the door shut, Jungkook burst into tears.

“Oh my sweet boy, don’t cry,” Jimin said, wiping his boyfriend’s cheeks carefully.

“Jimin,” he said, forehead resting on the older man’s shoulder.

“I know, it hurts me too,” Jimin whispered.

“I just want her to know that she’s not just a convenience, she’s so much more than that,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, thinking of your body curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink next to you. Your smile when your favorite song comes on in the car. The way you’re already so protective over the baby.

“I don’t know if it’s because she’s carrying our baby or what, but, I want to be closer to her. I want to know everything about her... God I don’t know what to do with myself Jimin,” Jungkook complained, wiping at his tears in frustration.

“We just gotta keep it in our mind that she had a life before this, and she’ll have a life after it too. S-She’s doing this because we’re paying her Jungkook. Of course that isn’t the only reason but, it is the main one,” Jimin reminded his boyfriend, and himself.

Even though the words felt hollow in the air.

“I guess,” Jungkook said.

“You’ve got work early, we need to go back to bed,” Jimin said, motioning for Jungkook to get into bed as well. The two men cuddled up to each other, each feeling like something, or someone, was missing...

Faster than you thought possible, the ten week mark had come.

It was time to get your first ultrasound of the pregnancy.

The boys were over the moon about the whole thing. Excitedly chatting in the car.

“I hope we can see the baby well,” Jungkook said, driving carefully through the street.

Jimin hummed in agreement. “Me too, the baby is still super small right now. About the size of a prune but, we’ll still be able to see them on the screen. And, we can hear their heartbeat!”

You smiled at their excitement. Bringing your fingers up you brushed the pendant they gave you, a nervous habit you’d picked up shortly after their gifting it to you. Jungkook looked at you in the rearview, playing with the sparkling jewelry piece. It made his chest feel tight, looking at you. Jimin placed a hand on his, making Jungkook focus on him for a moment.

Jimin shook his head and Jungkook swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he meant.

Soon, you were all at the clinic.

Jimin helped you out of the backseat, getting your bag and whatnot so you didn’t have to fuss with it. Jungkook placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you into the building.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at the action, having to cover up your blushing with a cough. Jimin urged you to sit down while he got the paperwork, something you didn’t fight him on. You were exhausted as of late.

The boys reassured you it was normal to be tired. You knew, however, that you were a little more tired than normal. Briefly you wondered if it was because it was your first time and you’d never felt something like this. However, that didn’t sit right. You knew there was something going on, but you didn’t want to worry the boys. Especially since you were getting an ultrasound today.

Sitting next to Jungkook in the waiting room, he made small talk. Asking how you were feeling and if the morning sickness had gotten any better.

“It’s gotten worse,” you complained, leaning your head back in the seat.

“Really? Maybe we can ask the doctor to prescribe something for you,” he said.

“It should be going away soon, I’ll be alright,” you reassured, patting his knee.

“Sometimes it doesn’t go away until the baby is born, I just don’t want you to suffer if we can do something about it,” Jungkook said softly.

“If it gets too bad, I’ll say something. Okay?” You said, keeping a gentle smile on your face.

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed.

Jimin came back and took Jungkook’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Jimin had a habit of tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s hands when he was nervous, it made you smile.

Eventually a nurse called your name and led you back to the ultrasound room. Jungkook smiled and sat down in the chair provided. Jimin helped you up onto the table and the ultrasound tech went over what they would be looking for and opened it up for questions.

When no one had any, she proceeded.

“Okay, I just need you to pull the front of your pants down a little bit,” the tech asked, prepping the machine.

You immediately turned and looked at Jungkook and Jimin, then down at your stomach. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just a little bit anyways.

Without much more thought you pulled your pants so just the top of your panties were showing. Jungkook’s eyes widened at your actions, but he tried to keep a calm exterior. Jimin kept his eyes trained on the screen, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

The ultrasound gel was cold, making you jump when it came in contact with your skin. But soon it was warming to your skin and you all looked at the screen with rapt attention.

“Alright so we should see the head and curvature of the body, but other than that this is just to make sure that everything is looking good in the uterus and to see if there are any abnormalities with the baby-oh! Babies it appears,” the tech said, a big smile on her face.

“What?” Jimin said.

“There’s another head there, if you look right here,” she pointed at the screen. “Looks like you’ve got a set of twins in there!”

Jungkook’s eyes teared up, looking down at your stomach with his heart in his throat.

You were stunned.

Twins?

The first try?

Wow, you really did win the lottery.

“Oh my God,” Jimin said, hiding his face in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Way to go, got those twins first try,” you said, trying to keep your nerves under control.

“It’s all thanks to you Y/N, we couldn’t do it without you,” Jungkook reminded.

“Are you guys going to want the pictures?” The tech asked. Jimin and Jungkook of course said yes.

“Wow, look at their heads babe!” Jimin yelped as you all walked out of the clinic together. Jimin was still cooing over the pictures of the twins from the ultrasound.

“I need to put it in my wallet,” he said, bringing out the accessory shortly after.

You smiled at their excitement. You were beyond happy, you’d done it. Gave them the twins they desperately wanted. First try too. You knew that meant a few more complications, but, you didn’t want that to hold too much weight over you.

“We should call Namjoon and Jin! Tell them the news about the twins!”

You nodded quickly, wanting to tell your friends the update.

Namjoon and Jin were thrilled, obviously. Insisting that they’ll give Annie to Jin’s parents for the night so you could all get together and have a meal. Agreeing, the boys set it up for around seven thirty.

“Dress nice! I also expect to see those ultrasound pictures!” Jin said through the phone.

You snorted and shook your head, gently touching your stomach. You felt a fluttering in your chest, like you were standing on the edge of a tall building or something. It made you gasp lightly, moving your hand away from your belly to your chest. Jimin seemed to notice your movement because he was turning around in his seat.

“Everything alright there?” He asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. We’re-good,” you said, pointing to your tummy. Jimin’s eyes lit up at the mention of the babies.

“Okay, tell me if you need anything,” he said, turning around and facing the front once more.

You all walked back into the apartment, Jungkook still gushing about everything. You simply smiled and went to go get ready for dinner.

Jin did say to look nice, so you picked out a few things from your shopping excursion a while back. Putting on a dress that looked skin tight but it was super stretchy, so no doubt you could wear it late into the pregnancy. The zipper on the back would be an issue but, it made you feel a little sexy. You hadn’t really done a lot in regards to your appearance around the boys, you didn’t see the need.

But, it wouldn’t hurt to do your hair and dress nicely...

You had the perfect shoes to pair with the dress. You grabbed some stockings and a few other small pieces of jewelry, placing them on the bed while you assembled everything together the way you wanted it.

Eventually, you were all set.

Except for the zipper on the back.

You didn’t understand why there was a zipper on such a stretchy dress, but fashion has its ways you guess. Reaching behind you proved unsuccessful. Quickly growing frustrated, you did the following without thinking.

“Jimin? Jungkook? Can one of you come here for a second please?”

Once the words were out, you immediately wished you could eat them.

But the damage had been done.

Both men walked in your room.

Jimin’s jaw dropped open, looking at you in awe.

You were in knee high stockings, low heels and a slinky black dress that hugged your body so perfectly it made him want to drop to his knees. Jungkook fared no better. Seeing your hair styled and a little bit of makeup on your features really enhanced your natural beauty. They both were staring, making you shrink in embarrassment.

“O-Okay, you can blink any time now,” you said, chuckling to ease the tension in the room.

“You look... wow,” Jimin breathed.

“Incredible. You look incredible,” Jungkook said, eyes trailing down your legs.

“Thank you, but, um... Could one of you please come zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper,” you said, turning your back to them fully.

Jungkook stared at his boyfriend with an almost agonized look on his face. Jimin nodded and walked forward, brushing your hair out of the way. Placing a gentle hand on your hip Jimin pulled the zipper up to the top, covering each inch of your beautiful skin.

Jungkook swallowed his noise of protest, trying to remember what Jimin had said. You weren’t an object for them to use, you were their surrogate. The woman who would be birthing their twins. And then leaving...

Jimin knew if Jungkook had walked forward to zip up your dress he wouldn’t be able to keep it together. Jimin wasn’t doing that hot either to be honest. Your hips flared out. Looking so beautiful hugged in the dress, and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips was... alarming.

“Thank you,” you said, turning around with a smile on your face.

Jimin couldn’t help but mirror your grin.

“Absolutely, are you ready to go now?” He asked, trying to keep from getting distracted any more.

“Yeah, let’s go! I want Jin to feed me so much I burst,” you said, heading towards the door. Once you were gone, Jungkook looked at Jimin.

“This is only getting harder,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“Are you going to be alright?” Jimin questioned, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Yeah, just... This feels wrong,” Jungkook whispered.

“What feels wrong?” Jimin asked.

“Keeping her at arm's length, I just feel awkward. Pushing her away when she’s doing something so big for us, it’s really emotionally charged and... I feel like a jerk for treating her like just another person. Like she isn’t special,” Jungkook explained, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I understand,” Jimin said, trying to smooth the frown lines from Jungkook’s face.

“Boys? Are you coming?” Your voice echoed through the house.

“Coming!” Jimin said. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

—

The dinner at Jin and Namjoon’s was beyond anything you’d expected.

There was so much food and honestly, you ate a lot. Lying back in your chair, tilting your head back you sighed. Rubbing your stomach unconsciously. But the boys noticed everything. Especially how amazing you looked in that outfit.

It was just about all they could do to keep their hands off of you. Jungkook was fidgeting the whole night, being the one who sat next to you. He really tried to keep his cool, but a man could only take so much.

“So, Y/N, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?” Namjoon asked, taking a small bite of rice.

“Honestly? It’s not been a cake walk, let me tell you. My mood swings are everywhere, my chest is killing me, food is either a hit or miss and don’t get me started on how arou-ahem,” you froze at your brazen attitude. Jimin and Jungkook’s heads snapped at your statement, looking at you with masked emotions. “Sorry, got carried away. Anyways, it’s been wild. But, I’m really glad to be doing it, you know? The boys take good care of me,” you praised, smiling at the two of them now.

Namjoon noticed it first.

The twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes at your words. How genuinely happy he seemed listening to you talk. Jimin’s body language was always engaged with you, never closing off or making it appear like he wasn’t interested.

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

This would need to be discussed...

Soon, everyone was sitting in the living room, just digesting. When you got up and said you had to use the restroom.

When the men were alone, Namjoon attacked.

“What are you guys doing?” He asked, looking at the two younger men with worry in his features.

“What do you mean?” Jimin quizzed right back.

“Listen, I’ve been friends with Y/N for a long time. I really care about her and want only the best for her. I also want you guys to be happy and healthy and have your own family, so please don’t take what I’m about to say personally but-what the fuck?” He asked.

“What do you mean what the fuck?” Jungkook asked.

“Why are you looking at her like that?” Namjoon asked, feeling his frustration rise.

“Like what?!” Jimin argued.

“Like you-Like you, are all, like... a couple?” Namjoon said, feeling the awkward tension rising in the room.

“What?” Jungkook coughed.

“We aren’t together,” Jimin said slowly.

“But do you want to be?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook broke first.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, placing his head in his hands. Jimin was quick to comfort the younger male, rubbing his back in big, soothing circles.

“It’s a new experience for us. We just want her to be happy and healthy and safe. You know, take care of her,” Jimin explained, skirting around the question.

“Of course, but, there’s a difference between appreciation and affection,” Jin said, speaking up.

“Y-Yeah, we know that,” Jimin answered. “I’m a therapist, I know what emotions are.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you know what emotions are then why are you denying your own?” he asked.

“I’m not!”

“Bullshit,” Namjoon challenged.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jimin growled.

“What’s all the angry whispering out here for?” You asked, walking back into the room. The energy snapped within an instant.

“It’s alright, just a heated debate about politics,” Namjoon joked, giving you a tender smile.

“Oookay?” You said, coming back in to sit down next to Jungkook, who was trying his best to not squirm when your thigh brushed his.

The rest of the night moved rather calmly, but not without a fierce monopoly game that almost caused a few table flips. Jungkook wound up losing and threw a mini tantrum. But it was quickly smoothed over when you promised you’d bake him some cookies the next time he had a day off.

While Namjoon and Jin were cleaning up, Jungkook and Jimin discovered your sleeping frame on the couch once more. Breaths coming in even and slow, they smiled at you. Your lips were pouting lightly, something they’d discovered was a habit when you were sleeping.

And Jungkook adored it.

He came over to your side and tried to wake you up, but when you whined and fussed he decided it would just be easier to carry you to the car. Carefully, the strong young man lifted you into his arms and towards the door. Jimin got the rest of your things all together and they thanked Jin and Namjoon for the meal and night.

But before they left, Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. Jungkook waited, looking back in worry. Jimin waved him on, saying he’d be there in a minute. Jungkook nodded before heading out the door.

“What?” Jimin asked.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I overstepped. I didn’t mean to offend you or Jungkook. It’s just, Y/N is very inexperienced when it comes to love and emotions and having that connection. I’m worried about what’s happening to her. I don’t want her to get her hopes up and be crushed later on,” he explained.

Jimin nodded his head.

“I accept your apology. I didn’t mean to fly off the handle either, Jungkook and I have been... Discussing it. But it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with, we aren’t sure what we feel for her... We know we care about her, but is it because she’s our surrogate and we want to care for her? Or is it something deeper? We don’t know,” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N is so special. She gives without thinking, she is so dedicated to those she cares about... she’d give the shirt off her back to someone she didn’t even know. It’s hard not to love her, but... she doesn’t deserve to be pulled in a million different directions either. But you all deserve to be happy, I’m always here if you need to talk,” Namjoon offered.

Jimin smiled lightly. “That’s normally my line.”

“You guys are good people, I wouldn’t have recommended Y/N do this if I didn’t trust you. But, just... please don’t take advantage of her heart. And don’t lie to yourselves either.”

Jimin nodded, looking down at the floor with a resolute nod.

“Thanks, both of you,” Jimin said, giving a small wave before heading out towards the car. Jungkook already had you buckled and settled in.

“What was that about?” Jungkook asked, getting into the front seat.

“He wanted to apologize for earlier, he felt like he overstepped. And, he wanted to explain why he was so defensive over Y/N,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded and started the car, taking off down the road.

“Why is he so protective? Did they like, date in the past or something?” Jungkook asked. Jimin shook his head.

“N-No, Y/N hasn’t ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend,” Jimin said, resting his head in his hand.

“What? Really?” Jungkook balked. Trying to think of how someone like you hadn’t ever been snatched up before. You were a total catch! But, you did tend to keep to yourself.

“Yeah, she told me about it the day she had her IUI done,” Jimin explained.

“Oh, so-wait. She’s having a baby when she’s never, like, had sex?” Jungkook said. “Is that safe?”

“I mean I’m sure it’s safe but, she’s not... Um, she told me she’s had sex before,” Jimin said.

“Wow, how did this all come up?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, she mentioned something about wanting someone who looked at her the way we look at each other,” Jimin blushed.

“She’s so cute,” Jungkook groaned. “Well, at least she’s been with someone before. You know, had that kind of pleasure.”

Jimin coughed, rubbing his neck. Jungkook looked at him weirdly.

“What?”

“She may have off-handedly mentioned that she’s never, uh... You know, finished,” Jimin flushed. Jungkook looked floored at the information.

“You mean to tell me, that some jerk took her virginity and didn’t fucking make it special? What a fucking tool bag,” Jungkook growled.

“I don’t know the story, she didn’t divulge that kind of information. I was the one who guessed she’s never finished, and she was pretty embarrassed about it all to be honest,” Jimin said.

“That is so frustrating,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah.”

The car was quiet, save for your soft little snores coming from the back seat.

“Did you hear what she said during dinner?” Jimin asked. “When she was talking about her pregnancy symptoms.”

“Yeah...” Jungkook trailed off.

“I wish we could do something for her, I feel so bad,” Jimin whispered.

“We can be there to support her but we can’t over step either,” Jungkook said.

“I know, normally I’m the one reminding you of that,” Jimin huffed.

“I understand it’s not easy for either of us,” Jungkook said softly.

“Maybe we just need a god romp in the sheets to get it out of our system hmm?” Jimin teased, running a hand up Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook couldn’t help the hiss that came out of his mouth at the touch. They hadn’t really been active in that way since you’d come into the house.

“Y-You know how loud I get,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.

“Oh I’m very aware how loud I can make you scream,” Jimin winked.

“Stop, I’m already hard,” Jungkook whined.

“I bet you are baby,” Jimin said, squeezing his boyfriend’s thigh tight.

“Stop, please,” Jungkook whined.

“Mmm,” Jimin said, not sensing that Jungkook really wanted him to stop. “And what if I keep going baby? What if I snuck my hand into your pants and tugged your pathetic little cock until you came huh? Make you come all over your expensive pants and make you lick it up?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said, cock straining against his pants.

“Yes baby? What does my baby want, huh?” Jimin asked, so sweet... Almost dangerous.

“I-I want-”

“Mmm, are we home yet?” You voice perked up from the back seat.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked, turning to look at you. Your eyes were bleary from sleep and it was obvious you must’ve just woken up. Jungkook adjusted himself in the seat, trying to hide his throbbing erection from your sight.

“Yeah?” You said, blinking slow.

“Sweetie,” Jimin cooed, brushing a few strands of your hair back from your face, even though it was an awkward angle for him.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You asked, noticing how tense the young man’s posture was.

“I-I’m good,” he said, trying to hide his arousal.

“Okay,” you said, laying your head back down.

Jungkook pulled the car into the front slot of the building, handing the keys over to the valet. The two of them brought you out of the car and Jimin decided it was his turn to carry you up to the apartment. So, the three of you all made it to the apartment in silence.

You were awake, but you weren’t feeling too terribly chatty. Sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Jungkook and Jimin hadn’t spoken since you got out of the car, and you can’t help but feel like you were in the middle of something kinda intense. The charged feeling in the room making you shift against Jimin’s chest.

He looked down at you, trying to keep himself from jostling you too much. You were exhausted. But soon, you felt bile rising in your throat...

“Jimin put me down,” you said, holding your hand to the mouth. Just as he set you down you scrambled to the bathroom and threw up the massive dinner you’d eaten. Jimin and Jungkook were rushing right after you. Jungkook brought your hair away from your face. Jimin sat down next to him to rub your back.

You got to the point where you were just dry heaving into the toilet, but it didn’t seem to end.

“Oh fuck,” you croaked, coughing hard.

“You want some water?” Jimin asked.

“No, I’m scared I’ll just throw that up too,” you whined.

“It might be better than just dry heaving,” Jimin said.

“You got a point,” you huffed, trying to keep your head from spinning.

“I’ll get you some,” he said, moving off the floor to head towards the kitchen. Jungkook shuffled forward, kind of molding his front to your back. When you pushed a little too hard against him you felt it. Wondering what it could be for a moment you pushed back against him again, when he groaned in surprise.

“U-Um, Jungkook?” You squeaked.

“S-Sorry!” He said, moving away faster than the speed of light.

“I-It’s okay, just, you know,” you flushed.

“It’s not because of you! It’s not uh, I wasn’t um,” he stuttered.

“I-I didn’t think it was?” You said, more of a question.

“It’s not that you’re not pretty or anything it’s-”

“No, I get it,” you said, smiling weakly.

“Y/N-”

“Here’s your water,” Jimin said, bringing in a glass for you to drink.

You sipped it slowly. Not paying attention. Jungkook looked like he was going to die in the corner, which made Jimin shoot him a weird look. He just shook his head as he covered his face. Jimin made a mental note to question him about it later, but his concern was on you right now.

“Have you been getting sick a lot?” Jimin asked, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“I mean, it’s mainly in the morning. I think I just ate too much at dinner,” you said, pouting lightly.

“Gotcha, do you feel like you’re going to get sick again? Or do you think you’re done?” He asked.

“I-I think I’m good,” you said, putting the empty glass down.

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked, making you look at him.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, eyes getting droopy again.

“Alright sleepyhead, brush your teeth and go to bed. Need help getting up?” Jimin worried, fussing over you like any father to be would.

You stood up slowly, mindful of your dizzy head. But, when you stood at the sink you felt everything kinda snap into focus. Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the bathroom to let you do your thing, but told you to come get them if you needed anything.

Hurrying into the bedroom, Jimin narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

“Why did you look like you’d rather crawl into an overflowing storm drain than be in that bathroom? What happened when I was getting water?”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin could see the embarrassment on his face. Sighing, Jimin sat down, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s back.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you in the car. It’s just, been a while you know? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” Jimin apologized.

“Y/N felt it, my... When you moved me so you could get out of the bathroom to get her the water, she was pushed up against me. And, she pushed back against me and felt my dick against her,” Jungkook said, rubbing her face.

“Oh, that is... uh, awkward,” Jimin agreed.

“It gets worse,” Jungkook said.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.

“I-I told her it wasn’t because of her and then I tried to tell her it’s not that she wasn’t pretty and I just threw up a bunch of words that didn’t make sense and then you were back,” Jungkook whimpered.

Jimin sighed. Jungkook had never been a genius with words, but normally he was better than that. He knows that Jungkook is mortified, Jungkook wasn’t good at mingling or recovering from blunders of the social variety. So, Jimin just sighed and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss.

“It’s okay Jungkook, Y/N isn’t gonna hold this against you,” Jimin soothed.

“I just feel terrible,” Jungkook said softly.

“Why? It was an accident,” Jimin reasoned.

“Because I-I didn’t want her to stop,” he swallowed. Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his anger from spilling over.

“I don’t know how many times we have to talk about this Jungkook,” Jimin said.

“We were talking about it in the car! But we’ve never talked about what we want, what we’re doing now, it's not sustainable. I’m going crazy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Jungkook keep your voice down!” Jimin reminded.

“Jimin I’m so fucking confused, I don’t know what we’re doing. What I’m doing. I-I do know one thing for certain. I love those kids, so much, and they aren’t even here yet. I love them so much, because they’re ours... But... I can’t keep doing this. Getting closer only to rip myself away, it’s killing me Jimin. If you want me to walk away, I will but, I just can’t keep giving myself hope when there isn’t any,” Jungkook cried, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I-I didn’t know you were so broken up over this,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m so confused,” Jungkook whispered.

“I am too, I love you so much but... I feel this connection to her. I know it’s normal to be grateful, but, I know it’s more than that with her,” Jimin said, moving to give Jungkook a back hug.

“Then we need to make a decision,” Jungkook said.

“You want to pursue her as a part of our couple? Like, make her our girlfriend?” Jimin asked.

“Do you?” Jungkook asked back.

“I mean... I wouldn’t be opposed,” Jimin said softly.

“I don’t want this if you don’t,” Jungkook said, turning to look at Jimin with sparkling eyes.

“I want this... I want her, but, we need to give her some time, as well as ourselves to come to terms with this,” Jimin reasoned.

“Okay,” Jungkook agreed.

“But, when we’re both ready, we can approach her,” Jimin said.

“Would this be healthy to do? I mean, mentally,” Jungkook asked.

“Polygamous couples generally tend to have better communication than the average two person couples. And with one of us being a therapist I think we could manage. I-I want to work towards that,” Jimin confessed.

“I want this too,” Jungkook said excitedly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do...”

You laid in bed late into the night. You heard Jungkook and Jimin having a disagreement. You couldn’t make out the words but, the walls were thin... You prayed to God that it wasn’t about you, or anything related to the children.

Slowly, your hand trailed down to your stomach. You didn’t think you could see a bump yet, but maybe a little something? You weren’t sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking.

You moved slightly, and you felt something in your underwear. Adjusting lightly, you pulled them down to look, and you saw a decent amount of arousal soaking into the cotton fabric. Blushing bright red you reached down to touch your hot center, to find that you were, in fact, dripping wet.

Biting your lip you thought back on the bathroom incident. Jungkook’s firm body pressed against yours, his hardened cock pressed against your ass, the hot groan he let out. Running your fingers over your slit, you gathered your slick and pushed against your clit gently.

Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you at the sensation.

“Oh!” You gasped, hand coming up to cover your mouth in fear of waking the boys.

You did it again, causing your body to jump slightly, making more of your arousal drip from your center. Licking your lips you thought about what Jungkook’s hands would feel like instead of yours. What his body would feel like pressed up against yours naked... Jimin’s plump lips flashed through your mind for a second, making you wonder what his blond head would look like between-

No!

No no no no no!

Ripping your hand away from your weeping core you turned over and placed your hands on your head.

How could you? Those two weren’t something to fuel your lonely fantasies! They are in love with each other, and are going to have a family... Albeit you had to help with that part but, still. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t yours... They were each other’s...

But as much as you tried to tell yourself that it would never happen...

You couldn’t help but dream of the two men’s hands running over your body...

Hot breaths touching your ears...

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