#I tried to boop everyone back and I hope I didn't miss anyone

[snarkspawn]

smile like no one's watching

[nomsugayoongi]

Make up/Make Out!

Pairing: Jungkook X OC fem

Warnings: It's just smut. Pure smut. 🔞

A/N: Written and edited on a phone so please forgive any mistakes. Suggestions for more are very welcome and also thoughts. Let me know what you think.

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"Am I good to finish for the night?"

She'd been on her feet all day. As make up and hair assistant to one of the most popular groups on the planet, her job consisted of being ready at any moment, day or night, to get the guys of BTS camera ready. Today had been a particularly heavy day. Photoshoots and zoom interviews. You would have thought a global pandemic would have slowed her workload right down but apparently not. The boys were just as busy as ever, determined to remain a presence even when the world was falling apart.

"I'm not sure actually. I think one of the guys is maybe doing a live. Shouldn't take long, just a touch up. Let me go check." Another assistant hurried off, leaving her in what had been dubbed the "ready room" She sighed, sorting the array of make up products strewn on the counter into each boys respective make up bag. 7 individual colour palettes. 7 skin tones. 7 favoured brands. She'd been doing it long enough now that she didn't have to think anymore. Jimin's chapstick in one bag. Hobi's concealer in another. She was tired and frustrated. 16 months of a global lockdown meant she was now living in the guys home in the staff wing. Apart from video calls, she hadn't seen anyone and wasn't able to leave really. On the odd occasion when she did have to accompany the guys somewhere, she was subjected to regular covid tests. It was all just a little overwhelming. Like much of the planet, she was beginning to feel a little stir crazy.

The door opened and the assistant from earlier poked her head round. "Jungkook is doing a live. He's on his way down now. Can you handle it or do you want me to stay?" She could see the hopeful look in her colleagues eye that she could go for the night. Sighing inwardly, she nodded. "I'm good. Enjoy the rest of the night. I'll see you in the morning." She said, faking a smile. An immediate thankful grin was aimed in her direction before her co-worker quickly dissapeared. She sighed again, picking out Jungkooks bag and rifling though it. A V Live wasn't as intense as actual interviews. She'd maybe need to touch up his foundation and neaten his hair. With any luck she could be done in 10 minutes.

She was just about finished setting up when the door opened again. She turned with a welcoming smile but frowned a little as he walked in. His hair was wet, a towel still slung around his shoulders, face completely bare. "Have you just showered?" She muttered. He nodded, strolling over to his favourite chair and slumping in it. "Yeah. I wasn't going to bother with a live but it's been ages and I miss ARMY. Plus I feel kind of restless tonight." He explained. She nodded, a little frustrated that she'd have to entirely redo his face and hair. So much for 10 minutes. But it was her job after all. "So what are we doing?" She questioned, walking up behind him and leaning on the chair, a hand either side of his shoulders. He shrugged, looking at her through the mirror in front of him. "Whatever you want. Just make me look ok for the live." He replied. She chuckled slightly, studying him through the mirror. "You already look ok for the live. But I'll dry your hair. It's freezing in the office. Can't have you catching a cold." She smiled. He chuckled, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his baggy cargo pants and loading up a game. She smiled a little more. Typical Jungkook.

She got to work, removing the damp towel from around his shoulders, tossing it aside and reaching for the hairdryer. It didn't take long to dry. His hair was fine but he had a lot of it and luckily he didn't bleach it into the ground like some of his band mates so it was pretty healthy. Once dried, it was soft and shiny, falling prettily around his face. "Want it straightening?" She asked, digging her fingernails between the dark brown strands at the crown of his head and ruffling it slightly. His hair naturally had a slight wave to it. He had dropped his phone into his lap and his eyes were closed. He liked the slight scratch of her fingernails. It felt nice. "Hmm?" He muttered. "Oh..yeah. Straighten it." He opened his eyes with a sigh. "Are you alright?" She asked softly. "Yeah. Bit of a headache. The scratching was nice." He replied, a small smile playing around his lips. She chuckled, setting down the hairdryer and diving her fingers into his hair, raking her nails lightly across his scalp. Head massage wasn't exactly part of her job description but she had a soft spot for Jungkook. Her tummy filled with warmth as his head to lolled forward and he grumbled softly, eyes closing again. She couldn't help but smile, pressing her fingers to his temples and rubbing in slow circles. "Do you need painkillers?" She asked softly. He grumbled again but shook his head a little. "Nah. Already feels a bit better." He muttered. "Tension headache?" She questioned. "Probably." She diverted her rubbing to his hairline, digging her thumbs into the nape of his neck. His head rolled heavily against her hand, a relieved moan slipping past his parted lips. She watched him in the mirror, her stomach churning as she studied him. Reminding herself that she was working, she reluctantly dropped her hands, reaching for the straighteners. "So... we're straightning." She muttered. He cleared his throat, correcting his posture where he'd slumped down the chair. "Yeah." He nodded.

She ran the flat irons through his hair, alternating between looking at what she was doing and glancing at him through the mirror. "What are we doing with your face?" She questioned, applying a conditioning spray to his already silky soft hair, just so that the heat from the straighteners didn't make it frizzy. "Just make me look good." he said with a shrug. She grinned, picking up a clean powder brush, she spun him round to face her and booped the end of his nose with the brush. "Done" she smiled. He laughed, nose crinkling adorably. "You literally didn't do anything." She shrugged, placing the brush back on the counter. "You don't need anything doing." She said simply. He rolled his eyes, his ears turning pink. "I look like shit." He huffed. She was silent for a second, eyes flicking across his face. His hair was perfect, shiny and soft, skimming his large brown doe eyes. His nose was cute. His lips were full and though slightly chapped, kind of perfect too. Without foundation to soften his features, his jawline looked sharper. His skin was pretty good, the lack of make up making the cute moles dotted around his face clearer. The scar on his right cheek was more noticable but it gave his face character. "You really, really don't." She replied.

He shuffled shyly, fiddling with the phone abandoned on his lap. "I do. I look...plain. I can't go on camera like this." He muttered. She sighed, perching on the back of the sofa next to her. "Jungkook, you couldn't look plain if you tried. Trust me, if your ARMY see you like this they will lose their damn minds." She sighed, folding her arms across her chest. He glanced up at her, eyebrow hitching curiously. "See me like what?" He muttered. She shrugged, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at the things she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from saying. "Like...you. As you are. You've got that...thing...going on." She huffed. "What thing?" She rolled her eyes. "You know what thing. You give off heavy boyfriend energy. Especially when you look like this." She mumbled. He laughed, looking at her more intently. "Boyfriend energy?" She chuckled too, her face feeling hotter than she'd like. "Yeah. You know, that whole duality thing. It's cute. But it's sexy too." She babbled. "You think I'm sexy?" His eyebrows raised, his lips fighting a smile. "As your make up artist, I don't think anything." She chuckled. "And as you?" He questioned. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to look into his pretty eyes. "As me? I think you're one of the most confusing men I've ever met." She replied. His gaze was intense, forcing her to speak even though she wasn't actually sure she wanted to. "Confusing how?" He asked quietly.

She thought for a minute then shrugged. "Confusing in the way you play absolute havok with a woman and don't even seem to notice that you're doing it. You're such a contradiction. You're sweet and cute and warm. You're...soft and cuddly. The kind of guy who you want to snuggle and play with his hair as he sleeps. But you also have the ability to absolutely blow that out of the water and turn into this whole other creature. This...sinfully hot, dripping in sex appeal, gyrating menace. And you seem to be able to flip from one to the other and back in literally seconds. You're hormonal whiplash guy. One minute you wanna cuddle him, the next you wanna fuck him senseless, then back to cuddling. Confusing. But either way, whether you're cuddle guy or sexy guy, you're compeltely disarming. Captivating even." She paused, blushing at the heated expression on his perfect face. "So...you don't have to worry about what ARMY think. However you rock up, you're good." She finished with an awkward shrug. "Anyway, if you want me to do your face properly for the camera I will." She said, standing up off the back of the sofa and heading for her make up brushes.

"Woah. Hang on a minute. You can't just say all that and then pretend you didn't. Are you attracted to me?" He asked, smirking slightly, sexy guy definitely rearing his head. She tried her damnedest not to look at him. "Umm...you're attractive, yeah." She shrugged. "That's not what I asked." He hummed. "We've been in lockdown for 16 months. Everyone's attractive right now." She joked, trying to divert the gaze currently burning a hole through her professionalism. "You keep dodging the question." He pushed. She sighed, dropping the beauty blender she was currently picking apart and turning to him. "Yeah, I'm attracted to you. A large portion of the globe is attracted to you." She shrugged. "Yeah but I wasn't asking the globe. I asked you." He replied. "Well I answered. So are we doing your make up or no? It's late." She sighed, flustered. The way he was looking at her made her squirm. Curiously, but with something darker going on behind those doe eyes. "I don't know if I'm attracted to you. I've never thought about it." He muttered. She swallowed hard, looking everywhere but at him. "I didn't ask." She shrugged. "Yeah but after what you said, I can't just ignore it." He sat back in the chair, studying her. Her stomach twisted nervously. "You're cute. Short. I like that. You have nice hair. And your eyes are really pretty." He said absently, as though not actually talk to her, just assessing. She shuffled uncomfortably, her cheeks burning. "I like you. I'm just...not good at this sort of thing. I started training for BTS when I was 15. It didn't leave me a whole lot of time or opportunity to figure out the whole dating thing." He said, a hint of shyness dripping into his voice. "Oh please, I've seen you on stage. You can flirt like a pro." She scoffed. "Flirt, yeah. When it's empty. I can do it when I know it's not going anywhere. Flirting on stage isn't real. I'm not good when it is real." He shrugged. "I dunno...maybe we should...kiss..or something." He babbled. She gawped at him stupidly. "Easiest way to figure out what's going on here." He said, another shrug indicating his nerves. She swallowed, nodding slightly. "Ok." She didn't even really think about the answer, it just fell out.

He stood, shaking his hair out if his eyes, alternating between jamming his hands in his pockets and taking them out again. He was too cute. A kind of deer in the headlights look about him. The confidence he exuded on stage was nowhere near. He looked nervous. He took a few steps, closing the gap between them. Her heart was racing. He kept his hands limply by his sides as he inched forward, his eyes closing, a slight hitch of breath as his nose bumped hers then gently he pressed his lips to hers. His lips were warm and soft with just a hint of rough where they were chapped. Her heart rate doubled pretty much instantly, even at the lingering, closed mouthed peck. They weren't even really kissing but her stomach fluttered wildly. He shuffled a little closer, catching her bottom lip then the top lip then slowly opening his mouth a little more. His hands moved, running his fingertips up her arm, to her shoulder then resting on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw. The other hand sat comfortably on her hip, pulling her into him just a little more. She sighed against his lips, her insides going nuts as her arms snaked around his narrow waist. Cautiously, he licked at her top lip, gauging her reaction. She opened up, allowing him to slide his tongue past her lips. A quiet involuntary moan escaped her. He tasted of sweetness and biscuit and she idly wondered if he'd been eating Pocky recently. The hand sat against her hip gripped a little harder. He exhaled heavily through his nose as his tongue caressed hers. He hummed against her mouth, withdrawing his tongue but still taking her lips in deep, lingering kisses, almost like he couldn't quite force himself to stop. With a long sigh, he pulled back, just enough to seperate their lips but still close enough for his nose to nudge hers. "Ok. Yeah. Definitely feel it." He whispered. Her eyes opened, her head fuzzy as she gazed at him with a mixture of affection and desire. She didn't even notice that he was looking at her the same way. He ran his fingers through her hair, a smile breaking onto his kiss reddened lips. She giggled dopily, forehead against his, heart skipping a beat at his responding giggle.

"Don't you need to go do a live?" She grinned. He shook his head, fingers entwining with hers. "It can wait till tomorrow. I just want to keep kissing you." His lips were on hers again before she could even process his reply. She moaned softly, melting against him. He felt sturdy and warm, he smelled amazing. He tasted delicious. He was almost too good. Her head swam at the feel of his tongue in her mouth, exploring, licking and tasting, possessing. He was literally making her weak at the knees. Her grip on him tightened, clutching at his steady frame to keep herself upright, genuinely worried that the depth of his heady kiss was going to send her slithering to the floor. She was just about managing to keep a tentative grasp on her composure until his lips left hers and started fluttering along her cheek, stopping just below her ear to suck the delicate skin there. A shiver bolted down her spine, her head rolling aside to give him more access. He moaned quietly against her neck, teeth nipping her skin. She gasped, another shiver errupting through her. "Damn it Jungkook" she whispered. She didn't know what she was damning. Everything? Nothing? It just seemed to be the only words she could claw from her addled brain. He bit a little harder, instantly soothing the slight burst of pain with a slow, tender lick of his soft, warm tongue. Her fingers knotted through his hair, dragging his head back so she could attack his mouth. He groaned against her lips, pressing his hips against her. She pulled his head back, her eyes locking on his. "You need to stop. I'm too horny for this shit." She panted, kissing along his jawline. He bit his lip, hand cradling the back of her head as her lips and tongue skimmed across his throat. "I can do something about that if you want." He murmured. She moaned again, temptation burning hot at her core. "Fuck" she hissed. He pulled her back from the assault she was carrying out on his neck. "Do you have a room mate?" He asked, brown eyes smouldering. She shook her head. "Where's your room?"

She could hardly believe how her night was turning out as she tried to make it to her room with some semblance of normality. Especially with Jungkook in tow. Luckily it was late enough that nobody was still wandering around in the hallways so the fact that she looked like she was about to eat him wasn't an issue. Arriving at her room, she'd barely closed the door behind them when he was back on her, pressing her into the door, lips on hers, hands wondering to her shirt, stopping the kiss barely long enough to pull it over her head before his tongue was back in her mouth. His hands agaisnt the door, either side of her head, boxing her in as he held her still with his body. She could already feel the uncomfortable ache between her thighs, heat pooling inside her making her squirm. How the fuck could he get her so riled up just by kissing her?

His lips moved down, back to the spot on her neck he seemed to enjoy biting, his teeth nipping and sucking once again. He was going to leave a mark and she absolutely didn't care. She hoped he did. She hoped he left several. If it meant he didn't stop, she'd happily have him suck and bite his initials into her skin if he wanted. His lips travelled further down, hands lifting off the door to cup her boobs, pushing them up and groaning in his throat as he licked languidly down her cleavage. He used his thumbs to tease her bra clad nipples, nipping and sucking at the swell of her ample breasts. She pushed his hair back, staring at him opened mouth as he moved her bra aside and wrapped his lips round her nipple. She moaned softly, biting her lip. He sucked deeply, the pull travelling straight down to her pussy, causing her clit to throb needily. His fingers tugging and rolling her other nipple. She wriggled desperately against the solid wooden door. He switched sides, giving the other nipple the same attention, his mouth felt hot and wet, tongue flicking quickly then slowly, then sucking then nibbling. Each gesture making her pussy clench.

She didn't know how much more she could take. The needy ache was becoming overpowering. Luckily he seemed to sense it, his hands slipping down, flicking the button of her jeans open. He eyed her quickly, requesting permission which was granted with an almost frantic nod. He smirked, hooking his fingers into her jeans and pushing them over her hips teasingly slowly. Her underwear went with them, balling together round her ankles. She couldn't even think enough to kick them off. He stood, leaning against the door with one hand, his eyes on hers as his fingers trailed lightly across her stomach then down, grazing her inner thigh. His smirk was torturous, knowing exactly what she needed and purposefully grazing but giving no relief. "Don't be a brat." She panted. He chuckled darkly, his fingers circling her bellybutton, the tickle making her abdomen clench. "This is what I was talking about. The duality. I like you more when you're being a bunny." She hissed. He laughed again. "No you don't." He muttered, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. "You've waited 16 months. What's an extra two minutes?" He smirked, his fingers once again playing around her inner thigh. "Jungkook I swear to god, I'm just gonna do it myself in a minute." She growled. He rolled his eyes, chuckling breathlessly. "Ok ok. Jesus."

He licked his lips, his smirk faltering as his fingers grazed her slit. "Fuck, you're already wet." He moaned. "Duh, I've been wet since you kissed me in the other room." She whispered. He bit his lip, groaning deeply, his fingers pushing through her folds, finding her clit quickly and circling. The ache tightened in her belly, her knees buckling. He dipped his fingers down against her hole, smearing her own sticky liquid around his fingertips before moving back up to her clit, his index and ring fingers parting her folds while his middle finger gently rubbed her sensative bud. Her breath shuddered, eyes closing as she swallowed thickly. Her head fell back, banging against the door. She was so turned on that his touch almost burned, so sensative already. He maintained a steady pace with his fingers, dipping back down occasionally to recover them in the fluid now leaking from her hole to make the glide of his fingertips smoother. She could barely breath. The stimulation of his careful touch on her clit was almost unbearable, causing the needy ache of her pussy to increase rapidly. She needed to be stretched and filled, her thoughts lost in how his fingers would feel slipping in and out of her greedy hole. Or better yet, his hard cock. She groaned, eyes rolling back as she felt his lips back on her neck. She gripped at his hair, inhaling through clenched teeth. "Jungkook, I need you to fuck me." She whined. He moaned, biting her neck again. "I'm going to. Just not yet." He muttered. She growled pathetically, writhing against the door as he maintained the steady torture with his fingers. She couldn't keep her hands still, grabbing at his hair and his shoulder and the door frame as the pleasure built from a subtle warmth to a searing heat, creeping though her limbs and making her weak. "Fuck...I can't.." she choked, not actually knowing what the end of the statement was. Can't stand it. Can't function. Can't breath. Can't wait. The gradual build of her orgasm was now rushing towards her with alarming speed, every careful brush of his fingertips nudging her closer. "Ahhh. Jungkook...fuck" she huffed. He smirked, lifting his head from her neck to kiss her.

It didn't fit. She expected him to ravage her mouth. He didn't. He kissed her softly, his tongue dancing across her lips, barely any pressure, his free hand coming up to stroke her cheek. Emotional whiplash man in full effect. The action of his fingers was making her wild but his kiss was sweet and soothing. It felt so strange to be kissed that way while being held on the very edge of an orgasm. The way he kept the same steady pace was vicious. She wanted him to speed up, go harder, follow the flow of her building release but he didn't. The slow build drew out her pleasure, his pace maddening. A rush of heat flooded through her, stilling her lips against his mouth, making her gasp for air as every muscle in her body constricted. She could hear her own pleasured wails but they didn't sound like any kind of noise she'd ever made before. Her eyes screwed shut, back arching off the door as her orgasm hit violently, heat coursing from her core and seeping though the rest of her body. She panted helplessly, spots dancing in front of her eyes, her muscles slowly realising. When her knees went, he had an arm around her waist to hold her up. "I've got you." He whispered, kissing her jawline softly. His fingers slowed as she began to shudder, instead moving to trace light, ticklish patterns on her thigh. Her head flopped heavily against his shoulder, fingers gripping at his back like he was the only thing keeping her in one piece. She didn't even notice him moving her until she felt herself sinking heavily into her bed. He laid beside her, chin resting in his hand as he smiled, using the other hand to move her hair off her face. She was quiet for a few minutes, slowly calming her ragged breathing down, enjoying the blissful tingles fading out. When her eyes could focus enough, she looked at him and whined quietly, her heart thumping painfully. He was beyond beautiful. A shaky hand lifted to brush a few strands of dark brown hair away from his pretty eyes. "Wow" she whispered. He chuckled, staring back at her. "You can sleep if you want to. I don't mind." He said softly, noticing her still dozy expression. She shook her head. "Don't wanna sleep. Just need a minute." She muttered. "Kiss me."

He did so immediately. She felt liked she'd kissed him so much yet it wasn't even nearly enough. He was the kind of guy you could lose hours of every day just attached to his face. It was something she would never tire of. Her fingers ran through his hair, sighing against his perfect lips. In her post orgasm haze, she just felt soft for him. Everything about him was so enticing, the pull of him overwhelming. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. She gripped him tighter than she needed to, suddenly afraid of what would happen when the night was over. He broke the kiss, frowning at her slightly. "What's wrong?" He whispered, fingers trailing across her swollen lips. She kissed his fingertips, holding onto his wrist as she looked at him. "I just...don't want this to end." She muttered. He smiled, rolling his eyes at her. "It doesn't have to." He said simply. She relaxed a little, returning his smile, then pulling him in for yet more kissing.

The kiss became heated pretty quickly. She'd already had an orgasm but he hadn't. He nipped at her bottom lip, hands roaming all over her. He was pretty notorious for his lack of patience and while he had decidedly more restraint in the bedroom, he wasn't a saint. He'd been hard the entire time he'd been fingering her and while he did get off on watching her pleasure, he was beginning to feel needy. He pushed his hips into her thigh, searching for some friction. She pulled away from his lips with a sullen pout. "Why do you still have so many clothes on?" She whined. He chuckled, pushing himself up into a sitting position and shrugging. "Because you haven't taken them off yet." He replied. She sat too, batting her eyelashes and kissing the end of his nose. "Well that's pretty shitty of me. I'm sorry." She joked, pulling his shirt over his head. She'd wanted to be cute and playful but Jungkook without clothes was no joke. She groaned, eyes lingering on his sculpted chest and tight abs. "Jesusfuck" she muttered, broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, the dark ink circling his right arm contrasted strongly against his skin. She bit her lip, oogling him shamelessly.He chuckled, feeling a little bashful. She trailed her fingertips down his chest, her lip caught between her teeth as they skimmed past his belly button and down to the waistband of his cargo pants. With a flick, the button popped open and he lifted his ass to help her pull them off. She'd barely got them to his thighs when she let out another groan. He was hard. His cock straining against his black boxers, a wet spot at the head where pre-cum had soaked through the material. She abandoned her mission to remove his pants, feeling strangely compelled, almost like she had no control as she leant forward, peeling the tight band of his underwear back just enough to lick the head of his cock. He let out a soft yelp, obviously not expecting the sudden jolt of pleasure. "Shit" he whispered, his hands scooping her hair back from her face as he straightened out his legs and lifted his hips. His boxers were pushed down enough to free him from them. She moaned quietly, her tongue gliding from the base of his dick to the head, following the thick vein that spanned his length. "Fuck sake. Even your cock is pretty." She said huskily, illiciting a moan from him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, steering the head towards her lips. He watched, entranced as she slowly swirled her tongue over the head, gathering the sticky pre-cum then retreating back into her mouth, grumbling softly with closed eyes as she tasted him. When her eyes opened and fixed on his, his cock throbbed in her hand. With her hair falling around her face, her darkened, swollen lips parted, her eyes glassy, pupils blown, she looked hungry, lowering herself back down to lick the end of his cock again. He hissed, hands gripping tighter in her hair. "I want to fuck your mouth." He panted. She groaned, dropping his cock, it smacked against his belly as he kicked off his cargo pants furiously.

Once off, she threw a leg over his hips sitting across him as her hands tangled in his hair she she caught his lips in a fierce kiss. He groaned into her mouth, he could feel the heat of her wet pussy against his shaft. It took everything he had not to adjust the angle slightly and slide into her. He wanted to desperately but he also wanted to draw the night out as much as he could. He wanted her cock drunk and helpless by the time he'd finished. He could feel her wriggling, trying to rub herself against his cock as she kissed him. He moaned, shifting his position slightly so that his cock slid between her folds, gently rocking so that the head grazed her clit. She whined, breaking the kiss, her head flopping agaisnt his shoulder as she bucked against him. "Fuck me." She whimpered. He smirked, catching her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling softly. "Uh uh" he teased, still undulating his hips to rub his shaft against her clit. "Need you to help me first." He forced her head up, nipping her bottom lip between his thumb and index finger. "Need to fuck this pretty little mouth." He grunted. She moaned, nodding. He smirked, guiding her off him. She slid off the bed, falling to her knees and opening her mouth expectantly. He scrambled over, threading his fingers through her hair as he gripped his throbbing dick and guided it past her lips. He felt her warm, wet mouth engulf him and shuddered, his head falling back, his hips beginning to move slowly, thrusting his cock in and out of her soft mouth. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs, watching his face crease in pleasure as she let him literally fuck her mouth. Her tongue slithered all over his thrusting cock, her mouth filling with saliva as the head hit the back of her throat and she tried to swallow the urge to gag. She stayed still, feeling the needy ache between her thighs grow almost out of control as he used her mouth. His hands tugged at her hair, controlling her movement, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes started to water, gasping for air between his thrusts as he lost himself. His moans initially breathy and quiet were getting louder and higher in pitch. His slow, methodical thrusts were getting quicker, more desperate as he babbled words of praise between moans. "Fuck. So good. Just like that. Yes. Yes." She felt his thighs tense, his muscles rigid. "Fuck, gonna cum. Don't wanna stop. Don't wanna stop." He whined. She moved one hand from his thigh, cupping his balls and squeezing softly. He mewled in surprise and suddenly she felt the spurts of hot cum fill her mouth. He shuddered viciously, hands pulling her hair painfully but unable to relax his clenched fists. She continued to gently run her tongue across the head of his dick, feeling it pulse and twitch as he emptied in her throat. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He whimpered, his grip loosening. He'd barely stopped cumming when he untangled his hands and dropped down to his knees in front of her. "Are you alright?" He asked between gasps of air. She swallowed the mouthful he'd just given her and smiled. He'd literally just cum and his first action was to check on her. "I'm fine" she whispered, pulling his head against her shoulder where he crumpled pathetically, still panting and whining softly at the aftershocks of pleasure running though him. She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling. He was sweaty and the perfectly straightened hair she'd given him was now wavy and damp.

He allowed himself a few minutes to recover, his legs shaky and his lungs burning for air as the warm, tingly satisfying feeling of his orgasm flooded through him and gently eased. He liked the calming touch of her fingers in his hair and the cool feel of her skin against his burning flesh. He felt her pressing kisses to his shoulder and smiled, lifting his head to meet her eyes. "That was....so good." He chuckled. She grinned proudly. "Sorry I didn't warn you...or pull out. I wouldn't usually just cum in your mouth without asking but...fuck, I thought I could hold on a bit longer." He smiled. She giggled, shaking her head. "It's ok. I wanted you to." She grinned. "It was really hot. I really like doing that to you." She admitted. He grinned, curling a strand of her hair around his fingers. "You can do that to me whenever the fuck you want to." He laughed. "Don't tell me that. You'll spend your entire life with your dick in my mouth." She grinned. "Sounds good to me." He shrugged. They both laughed. He stood, offering his hand to pull her up too. He kissed her, standing at the end of the bed, naked bodies pressed together as his hands wandered up and down her back. He could taste himself of her lips and though the thought of it would usually make him feel kind of weird, he just found it incredibly hot. "You taste like my cum" he whispered against her lips, tongue delving deeper into her mouth. She moaned against his lips. "Are you trying to kill me?" She breathed. He chuckled, pushing her back gently until she collided with the bed and fell backwards onto it. "Maybe" he shrugged, crawling into the bed between her legs. She gasped, shuffling backwards. "What you doing?" She muttered. He pushed her legs apart, biting his lip as he looked unabashedly at her glistening pussy. "Hungry." He grunted, dropping down onto his elbows and kissing her thigh. "You're going to kill me." She hissed, watching him kiss closer to her throbbing core. "Shhh. I'm busy." He muttered, teasingly running his tongue along the crease where her leg met her groin. Her breath caught in her throat. Just the sight of his head between her legs had her pussy contracting.

"Jungkook, I..." He stopped her, mid sentence by swiping his tongue through her folds. "Oh my god." She panted. He smirked, another long lick from hole to clit, groaning as the taste of her tingled on his tongue. "Fuck. You taste so good." He murmured. He curled his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs further so that her pussy was open and on display. A groan rattled in his throat, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip before he leant forward and flicked his tongue against her leaking hole, feeling the ring of muscle contract wildly, trying to draw something inside. "You need a cock in you, huh?" He muttered, talking to her pussy. He flicked his tongue once more watching the muscles contract again. "I know you're needy. Just wait a little longer. I need to make her cum again and then I'm all yours. Promise." He whispered.

She watched in amazement. He was nestled comfortably between her parted legs, talking to her vagina like it was a separate entity. She knew Jungkook had a habit of talking to inanimate objects, she'd seen him apologise to chairs when he'd walked into them and ask his food if it was cool enough to eat yet but she'd never imagined in a billion years that that extended to pussy too. When he spoke to chairs, it was adorable. When he spoke to her pussy, it was mind meltingly sexy. She kind of wanted to sit there, third wheeling while he had a whole ass conversation with it. Another flick of his tongue broke her thought then as his tongue fluttered up to her clit, her mind went completely blank. He ate pussy the way he ate noodles, slurping, sucking, lips and tongue. Repeat until insane. He didn't seem to care about the sloppy sounds or lip smacking. He was a noisy eater and she fucking loved it. He dived in enthusiastically and for a woman, there was nothing sexier than a guy who ate pussy because he loved it, not because he felt he had to. He groaned happily, his tongue everywhere, lips closing around her clit, sucking and licking her most sensitive spot until he had to tighten his grip on her thighs to keep her still. Her orgasm built quickly, her hips writhing as she clawed at the sheets beneith her, legs kicking involuntarily under his vice like grip. He moaned, forcing her legs up, his hands behind her knees as he hovered over her, head moving as he made out with her clit like it was her mouth. He didn't stop as her orgasm hit, sucking and licking at her pussy until she was convulsing, her cries somewhere between pleasure and distress. "AHHHH JUNGKOOK, PLEASE" she wailed. "Want me to stop?" He panted quickly, his tongue swirling against her overly sensative clit once again. "YES. NO. I DON'T KNOW" she squealed. It felt too intense. Almost painful. But so good. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her past experiences had all ended as soon as she'd cum but apparently that didn't necessarily mean the end to Jungkook. She crushed the pillow to her face, barely muffling the strangled moans escaping her. "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again." She cried. This pleasure was different. Sharper. Her muscles burned, being tensed for too long but unable to relax under his persistent tongue. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her vision went blank, her skin felt on fire and then the raging, hot, sharp pleasure eased. Her muscles slowly unwound and she practically melted into the bed. He was beside her without her even noticing him move. Gentle kisses peppered her face and he moved her sweaty hair back. "Just breath babygirl" he cooed. "Are you alright? Too much?" He whispered. She shook her head, grabbing for his hand and clutching it as her senses returned. "Need you in me." She growled, throwing the pillow aside.

Something about her last orgasm had snapped her resolve and even though the pleasent tingles still washed through her, she couldn't think of anything other than how empty she felt. She'd been craving his cock inside her since they'd kissed against the door and that was hours ago. She couldn't stand another minute of teasing and Jungkooks cocky smirk wasn't helping her any. "Ooh. I really drove you crazy." He teased. "Remind me to do that again..." He kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips and leaving the taste of herself behind, "..and again" He nibbled her bottom lip softly, "...and again!" He whispered. She glared at him as he smiled widely, his nose crinkling. "Don't bunny smile at me." She hissed. He laughed, trailing his fingers across her stomach. "I thought you liked the duality thing. That's what you said earlier." He grinned. "I do...but can you save the bunny bit until after you've fucked me." She whined. He laughed harder. "If you wanna fuck, I'm not stopping you." He shrugged. She eyed him for a second then pushed him onto his back, throwing her leg over his hips. He hummed appreciatively, biting his lip as his eyes roamed slowly down her body, taking his hard cock in his hand and rubbing it against her pussy. "Y'know, I've just had an orgasm. My legs are still wobbly. If you were a gentleman you'd do the work." She smirked, grinding against his cock. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh is that right?"

He sat up suddenly, sending her flying backwards, she screeched and giggled, grabbing onto his arms as he flipped them so that he was on top of her. He took her hands, pinning them either side of her head. "I was letting you take control cause you said you wanted to fuck. But now..." He paused, kissing her, groaning into her mouth as his tongue slid against hers. "...I'm in control...and I don't wanna fuck. I'm gonna go nice...and slow." He grinned as she started to protest, taking his dick in his hand and rubbing the end against her hole, chuckling as her words stopped instantly. "Yeah, thought that'd shut you up." He lined up, pushing forward, his eyes fluttering as he felt the soft slick heat stretch and swallow the tip. She tried to raise her hips but he pinned them down with a smirk, kissing her softly before resting his forehead against hers. "No baby. Slowly." He breathed, pushing forward a little more. He savoured the feeling of her tight, hot pussy accepting him inch by inch until his hips were flush against hers. He exhaled heavily, his eyes closing as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily. "Wrap your legs around me" he whispered, looking into her lust filled eyes. With her hips lifted, it changed the angle allow him even deeper. "Oh fuck" she grunted, her hands clenched against his shoulders. "Too deep?" He muttered. She shook her head. She felt stretched and filled completely. He was deep enough to make her toes curl. He withdrew just as slowly, whining, his mouth falling open and his brow creasing. "Oh shit." He groaned. He'd wanted to go slow. To tease her until she couldn't stand it anymore but he was the one who gave in first. She was hot and tight and velvety soft. His stomach tightened, his hips moving faster automatically. He kissed her desperately, moans mingling together along with their tongues. Every time he started to pull out, her walls clamped around him, holding and squeezing his throbbing cock. He could barely form a thought, feverishly driving his cock into her over and over as she moaned beneath him. He could feel her getting tighter and wetter. He forced his eyes open. "Look at me" he panted. Her eyes opened, glassy and unfocused. He moaned deeply, the pleasured expression etched on his face along with the sounds he was making only pushed her closer to release. He looked and sounded so fucking sexy, the perfect drag of his thick, hot cock, so hard, so deep, she'd never felt anything like it. She felt like everything about him was designed to please. "Jungkook..." she purred, her hips rolling and bucking in rhythm with his. "Fuck. I'm so close." He moaned. She bit her lip. His golden skin gleamed as sweat began to roll down his neck and onto his chest. Her back arched, the steady thrust of his cock pounding into her driving her closer and closer. She gripped his back, her nails clenching. He felt the bite of pain and hissed, thrusting harder. "Let go baby. Let me see you come undone one more time." He growled. It was like she didn't have a choice, her body simply obeying, her orgasm shattering through her. He felt it, the hard clench of her walls followed by the rapid pulsing, milking his cock, pulling his cum from him. His steady rhythm faltered, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he fucked through the pleasure, his cum spilling deep inside her making his thrusting sloppier. He was still twitching as his arms gave out and he flopped heavily down on top of her, gasping for air, his head swimming and buzzing. He could feel her hot, ragged breath against his ear. He wanted to move off of her, check she was ok, do something but he couldn't move. He felt heavy, his mind cloudy. He just about managed to throw his leg over her hips and slither beside her, dozily pulling her into his arms as he pressed soft, breathless kisses to her forehead. "Roll" he mumbled, tapping her hip. She forced herself onto her side, grumbling contentedly as he curled up behind her, spooning her. "I think I'm gonna pass out." She whispered, giggling weakly. He chuckled, his own eyes heavy, the urge to sleep clawing

at him insistently. "Sleep. I'm not going anywhere." He muttered.

[gluttonemporium]

Bad end Pt. 3...

Joker and Haru try to reason with Makoto, telling her to snap out of it. But it was no use, she was to far gone in her current state. She lunges at Joker, who narrowly dodges. It seems even after eating all those prey, she's quite swift. She then did something that no one expected. She belched, and a powerful Psyodine was fired from her mouth. She didn't eat Haru, so how did ...

Wait, Shadows down here were capable of using Psy attacks! That can only mean....Makoto could belch up attacks of the Shadows she ate! This would be difficult indeed. "Food...." Makoto mumbled. Her enraged glare focusing on the two. "Get over here...and let me eat you!!"

...

Futaba was waiting around by the exit. She had hoped that things were going well, or at the very least they could bail in the event things don't work out. I mean, when she left, it was Haru and Joker against a huge Makoto. That had to have been a good sign that they could handle it, right? She began to hear footsteps. Perhaps it was the others? But no...it was just one pair. And they got heavier as they got closer.

"I found you...." Makoto peeked from the corner, smiling with a sinister look. The others weren't there! That could only mean...!

There was no time to think! Futaba had to escape! Makoto chased after her, somehow her hunger was still unsatisfied. She would try grabbing at her, but missed. This gave Futaba enough time to get into the escalator and head up a floor. She was away from Makoto for now...the best thing to do would be to leave Mementos and wait. Hopefully, these effects would wear off soon...

Back in the real world, Futaba waited inside of her room. She looked at her phone, wondering if she could text the others by now. She was so caught up in it that she never noticed the commotions outside, and sudden silence. She then got a call from Makoto, who sounded quite groggy. Perhaps she was finally starting to come down? Makoto told her that the others were fine, and were resting right now at the clinic. Futaba nodded, telling her they could meet up at Leblanc to discuss. Phone drops.

Futaba heads over to Leblanc, but notices that there isn't anyone around. She enters and sits at a booth, waiting for Makoto to arrive. Eventually she does. Her belly is much more massive then before since her PT attire wasn't squeezing it all in, her navel in particular was showing. Makoto sat down on the table, rubbing her eyes. She told her she had a terrible headache, and asked Futaba what had exactly happened. She told her she was hit by three status effects, and began to eat everything and everyone. Makoto groaned. She rubbed her large tummy as it rested upon the table. Futaba could only stare directly at her innie.

"Sorry about the trouble, Futaba." Makoto tells her.

"It's cool. I just didn't expect that you could do that." She replied. Looking at her innie, she gives it a little poke. "Boop."

Makoto jolts a bit, prompting Futaba to laugh and stick a finger inside, wiggling it around. Makoto is quiet, and a slight change occurs.

"Say, where's Sojiro?" Makoto asked.

"Dunno. He wasn't here when I arrived." Futaba tells her.

"I...see...." Her mind was beginning to slightly warp with each tickle of her innie. She recalled heading over to the clinic....but not having the others rest there...and there was definitely more people around, but they weren't around tonight.

"Its funny, I'm sort of hungry..." Makoto thinks aloud.

Futaba paused. She nervously chuckled, and tried to pull away. But her finger was stuck inside of her navel. No...it was being sucked in!

"Might as well help myself to a little food~" Those purple eyes returned! She began sucking Futaba into her belly button! It wasn't long before a slurp was heard. "Ah....that was soooo good. Hopefully she finds the others in there. Where to go eat now...I heard that there was an event happening in the city today." She chuckled as she walked out the door, belly jostling and churning away at her food. If the camera would zoom into her navel, it would find particularly a plethora of Shadows. It was like a Mementos inside of Makoto, where all her prey resided. A Makoto-tos. And it seems her feast wasn't done quite yet.

(Concluded)

Simply incredible! I'm jealous of how well you can write a story!

[destielthedeathofme]

Dates and Desires

Prompt: @toomanyfandoms008 sent this to me after I begged for prompts. First of many and a big thanks to all of you who sent me prompts.

Author: @destielthedeathofme

Tags/Genre: Destiel,Highschool AU, Fluff, Oneshot.

Warnings: I curse

Summary: A harmless joke with unknowingly desired consequences.

A/n: boop

~♡~

Dean kept whacking Castiel until he looked at him, utterly pissed off. Dean didn't know why Cas paid more attention to the book than Dean, what's so interesting about a fucking book? Especially a Chemistry textbook at that. God Castiel was such a nerd. Dean loved him for it. Not that he'd ever admit that to his best friend. He loved Cas, in a friendly way, and maybe a bit more. Okay, a lot more.

Charlie was chatting on and on about Game of Thrones with Sam who looked a bit too interested in the conversation. He was surrounded by fucking nerds. Where did he go wrong with Sam?

The librarian glared at them, a common theme in there daily endeavours to the library. It was tradition, she had to frown at them at least once. Dean gave her a cheeky smirk, while Cas scolded him about something, whatever it was, Dean wouldn't listen anyway.

"Anyone want to LARP this weekend?" Charlie asked looking around.

The table tensed, all looking at each other. Each face held accusation, reading,"You do it." Dean would've loved to, but Charlie tended to take things very seriously. She tried to have him be-headed for not "fetching her a glass of wine". Ahh the perks of being a knight.

Sam suffered a much worse fate and was chosen to be her personal foot masager, which Sam argued was not a real thing in medieval times. But well, you couldn't disrespect the Queen. "God save anyone who disrespects the Queen."; something she made her "subjects" practically chant, every day. Charlie was one hell of a dictator; and she knew it.

Cas was the only one who had somehow always been able to maneuver his way out of every LARPing experience. Dean and Sam gave him a pointed glare and he seemingly tried to shrink into his seat, officially fresh out of execuses.

Cas weakly said,"Uh I have a date this weekend?"

Dean snorted, while Sam and Charlie gaped at Castiel. Dean had made sure that everyone in school knew not to get within a safe distance of Cas. Castiel was his. And his only. He could tell Cas was lying because his eyes wouldn't meet Dean's or anyone's for that matter. So he didn't worry and played along. Maybe this would turn into something else.

"Please Cas? Just this once and I'll make up the date for you." He winked at Cas who blushed very deeply. Dean loved when Cas did that. And no, he wasn't kidding about the date, he would, if Cas wanted to. Dean heard Charlie squeal, probably excited to bring a new person along, but he didn't miss the thumbs up she shot Cas. Interesting. Sam, similar to Charlie seemed happy that he wouldn't have to be the one going LARPing. But Dean saw the smile he gave Cas. What was going on? Was he missing something? "Probably" his subconscious added. Dean couldn't figure Cas out sometimes. Despite being best friends.

"Just so you know, I'm missing a very hot date for this," grumbled Castiel.

"And you're getting a hotter one in return." Dean joked back. But his heart was melting at the hopeful glint in Castiel's eyes. Castiel's blue eyes were sparkling with so many emotions, Dean wondered if he'd seen all of them before. He could write a book on Castiel's eyes. The whole shebang. Yeah he's a little lost in them. Has been for the past 17 years. And he had no intention in ever getting found. Dean was content there, Castiel's eyes were a comfort. His heaven. With his own personal angel.

Soon Charlie changed the conversation, drifting off into her own world, while dragging them there as well. Cas kept giving Dean weird looks and Dean was starting to get really uncomfortable with them. Sam kept glancing between the two and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "so much sexual tension". Dean would interrogate that later, right now he had a weird Cas to deal with. It couldn't be over the date. Right?

Dean was snapped out of his thoughts when Castiel's usually calm demeanor changed into a full on bad ass vibe. And he was smirking, fucking smirking.

"So when's our date?" Cas asked noticing how Dean looked a bit shocked.

"Friday night, I'll pick you up at 7:00." Dean replied coolly.

He had no fucking clue what he was doing, or what Cas was for that matter but he was going to keep playing along. Just to see what would happen. And the possibility of a date with Cas was definitely a good idea too.

"What are we going to do?"

"We'll go mini golfing and then get dinner."

"At the Roadhouse?"

"You know it."

Both men continued to plan the date while Charlie recorded the conversation, claiming it was for to show their future child. Dean choked at that while Castiel proceeded to fall out of his chair. All while Sam chuckled knowingly, grinning like an idiot.

That hopeful glint was really starting to kill Dean and he decided that Cas needed some reassurance because he didn't have to just hope Dean would take him on the date, Dean fucking would. Dean hugged Castiel really hard, hoping he could transfer those thoughts to Cas through touch, because discussing his feelings never worked out.

That didn't work because Cas ended up asking,"Are you really going to take me on a date?"

Dean beamed at him,"Uh yeah Cas, I'll take you on a date."

[akedocitydespair]

AI Protocol | ATTN: Hoshi

There was some type of fear in Masae’s eyes as she forced herself to look directly at Hoshi. She raised her hands, and signed as slowly as she could. She knew he could understand the pain behind her words as she laid her thoughts out.

☞ Hoshi-san…. are you… really going to go?

A pause. Masae eyes squinted slightly, a pained look flashing past her features for a moment as she put her mouth in a straight line- the same type of face Hoshi would make, all those times he tried so hard to hide his thoughts and feelings from her.

☞ Are you really… you’re going to… leave me... again...?

She shook her head. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. Her hands were getting shakier but she had more to say.

☞ Hoshi-san… there’s nothing there for you outside. You and I both know that. I can’t see my family anymore… it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair... that you’re going to leave me here all alone... when you have nowhere to go anyway! That’s…. That’s just not fair!!! You didn't… you didn't even want to listen to my last words, in my letter, you wanted to give up… I saw you, I saw you, Hoshi-san, at the fountain, how dare you forget about me so easily… and just throw my words out because you were too… l-lazy to try anymore….

Masae blinked, a few tears quickly rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t even try to wipe them away.

☞ You said you could get us all out! You said you were trying!! And all you did instead was let me get killed and you got hurt in the process! You didn't do anything for me then! Why, Hoshi-san?? That was what you asked when you found out Terauchi-san did it, right?? Well why didn't you save me? Why couldn't you help me? Don't you remember?? Don't you remember th-that… I didn't want to die… Why did I die?

She was getting so angry that she ended up pushing out more tears. Her breathing was heavy, and her glare was dead-set on her friend. Masae moved her hand close to her face for a second, but opted out of wiping away her tears. She needed to make him see how hurt she was by his selfishness.

☞ I don’t want you… to be alone out there. I’m your last friend… you're my last best friend that I can be with… I miss everyone so much… it'll be so so lonely here… you know what loneliness is like better than anyone... please don't do that to me. Don't leave me alone…

A few breaths. She needed to stay calm. Otherwise, he wouldn't understand exactly how hurt she was. How desperate she was to get him to stay.

☞ if you stay here, we can keep being friends… if you leave… you’ll only forget about me… I can’t… I c-can’t…

Her hands trembled as she tried to get the words out that no one else could understand. She was fully crying now, her throat becoming dry and face red with embarrassment. Turning away to hide her face behind her bandaged arm, she tried to wipe away the tears and finish her pleas. When she turned back towards him, she stepped forward, her eyes brimming with tears and so much hope lost in her face. The same look she’d give him when she asked him to let everything out, to tell her what was wrong, to talk to her, to trust her…

☞ I can’t be forgotten… I’m so scared, Hoshi-san… I can’t be here alone… I don’t want to be alone, Hoshi-san… please stay… please stay… I am here. I want… you to be here too…

She tried to clear her throat as she stared at him, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to wipe them dry with the back of her hands.  She then paused, reached out her arms a bit towards him, as if she was about to hug him. But it was almost as if she felt she wasn’t allowed to. Balling her hands into broken fists, they fell to her sides, defeated, tired. Masae cleared her throat and looked him dead in the eyes again. Her voice was coarse and quiet, but it was clear that her message was genuine.

“P-Please stay…”

...

“You wanted to die before you got here crab-san. You would hurt yourself before anyone else got hurt. But I died instead huh? You don’t owe me anything. But I’d trade places in a minute if it means I got to stay here. You're ungrateful for surviving this long…I don’t get the choice anymore. So you should at least make the right one and stay.”

...

Ryohei reached out to Hoshi, a brilliant smile on his face, looking as confident as ever as he held his hands out, palms up.

“Hoshi-san! Masae-san and I miss you so much! Won’t you stay and have tea with us? I promise I won’t spill any on your sketchbook! We can get started on that game! I have lots of ideas, and I need you to draw the concepts!”

He sniffled, wiping his tears with the heel of his palm, although his grin remained, gazing pleadingly at Hoshi.

“A-And-! If you go I-I’ll miss you! We all will! Me and Masae-san and Milky-chan and Gorou-san-!! So stay! Please!”

...

The image of Miliko flickered on the screen, her blank expression ever present. She placed her hand against the screen, giving a wan smile. "Hey... Hoshi! Are you really gonna leave...?" She seemed crestfallen. "I just figured that you'd... Want to stay. I'm not really useful anymore without a body, but I can still talk to you!"

She puffed up a little, giving a smile with a pinch of confidence. "I-It'll be stickbug and bear cub! We can talk about coffee and soda and stuff...?" Her voice wavering, the barista sunk to her knees. Tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Hoshi... Please don't leave me alone... Have I made you mad somehow? D-Do... Do you hate me...?"

...

“Long time, no see, Think-tank-chan~.”

The honeyed tone rang cold as the echo carried it through to the artist. Sweet off the tongue, the words pang as they bounced off hollow steel plating. Words that were once welcoming.

With the quiet steps of flats approaching, the noise echoed from all directions, clouded by the speakers overhead the the reverb of the steel. The unsettling approach of someone that did not make noise when walking; theatrics for a very special someone deserving of such a show.

Materializing as if just stepping into view, the glimmering figure of the technician smirked as he came face to face with the final member of his class. Crimson eyes, slanted as they looked Hoshi up and down in contemplation; silence following action a quiet reminder of the deceptive interactions of the technician.

with a static chuckle and a widening grin, Ikumoto brought a hand to his chin as he looked upon the other with rehearsed amusement. The mild chuckles fell to scoffs behind closed lips as the technician found words. Slowly at first, riddled with static, until they picked up at a pace  as honeyed as the real Ikumoto.

“Bravo, Murukami-chan. You’ve improved, in all aspects of the word. It’s a shame though that it cost me my life for you to reach your potential. I’m really proud of how far you’ve come~.”

Arms now behind his back, the technician circled around Hoshi in steps, dancing around the artist as his words twitched between soured praise and regretful belittling, it was indistinguishable with whatever intentions they held.

“Seeing you up there, fighting for everyone and striving to move forward even despite wanting to give up… Todoroki-san would be praising you on your diligence. You reminded me, Hoshi, why you’re my hero~. Noble to the end, finally accomplishing our goals, our *dreams*, and now the sole proprietor of our grandiose city. Hmhm, does it feel good~? To finally get all the credit, now?”

With a pause in his chuckle, the technician hopped before Hoshi, simulating a boop on the artist’s nose. With a wide smirk and squinted eyes, the technician held an expression swaying between playful amusement in the situation and seething resentment.

“Of course, you *are* the last survivor of our class now, after all, making you responsible for the transgressions under here. Oh, of course, you designed the city as well, Hoshi~. Just think; what marvelous events may your creations be responsible for next? The next renaissance, I pressume.”

“If you really don’t want to design another encampment that will eventually be utilized In another atrocity, you don’t have to. What was that thing you said earlier, again~? ‘You couldn’t die until this ended’ or something? Well, what’re you gonna do now? It’s over, and your reason for staying alive is finished. Think designing an even greater atrocity is in your repertoire?”

Closing the distance between them, the technician stood on his toes. The generated breathes of the boy hummed against Hoshi’s ear, and the words softly trickled. Ikumoto’s whispers caressed the artist, comforting in their familiarity and sharp in their meanings.

“…hey, did I ever mean anything to you? Or did were you able to get over it by running away, like you always do? Like you’re doing now, abandoning us…”

with the silent forms lingering In the background, the slow materializations of more and more students came into view. Stares; some hollow, some burdensome, and some drooped with remorse for the artist, all came to face Hoshi. The sins of his transgressions watched on as the last survivor of the 81st planned his final betrayal.

“Hey, hey, Hoshi, it’s alright, it’s okay~.”

A gentle arm extending from the wavering body of the artist, ready to crumple, a response so modestly unwarranted cut through the heavy mood that seemed to weigh down on Hoshi.

Stepping again before the artist, a warmer expression painted the technicians face. Softened, deep red gazed upon Hoshi, a sympathetic smirk, as crooked and sincere as one could ever find in a friend, greeted the artist. A sight familiar, perhaps now only to Hoshi, stood awkward and unconfident, shushing the artist back into submission with soft words and even softer mannerisms.

“No, no, it’s fine, Hoshi, please~, it’s alright now. You don’t have to keep going for anyone’s sake.”

Knitted brows and a wistful smile accompanied Ikumoto’s sigh, drawn out and exasperated as a playful gesture. Choked chuckles between a snort and a grin layered themselves throughout the technician’s silver tongue.

“Look at you now, Murukami-san, look how strong you’ve become, for everyone’s sake~. I’m glad… that I got to be friends with someone like you. You’ve really done some impossibly wonderful things, but now… it’s okay now. I remember, how tired you felt back then, and even now, everyone makes you keep going. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you then, I really am. And you still feel you need to keep going, to keep struggling, and it’s okay…”

With another choked chuckle, artifacts of a strain sung in the melodies of Ikumoto’s peaceful reassurance.

“It’s okay, Hoshi, you can rest now. You’ve done everything asked of you, striving past everyone’s expectations. You’ve succeeded, Hoshi. You don’t have to worry about anything else anymore…”

Inching closer to the artist, the technician reached out for the artist’s hand. With gentle hesitation, Ikumoto stopped, hovering his fingers just over his friends, before quietly clasping them to his chest.

“I’ll be here for you now, Hoshi, I promise~. You'll always be enough for me, no matter what. Just this once, please, don’t run from me…”