#I’m so irritating for this but like girl shut the fuck yo

[galacticglitterglue]

I know I’m absolutely brainrotted because a YouTuber posted an analysis of Stranger Things and she got to the season two portion and said something along the lines of “Billy and Max were useless and stupid characters that added nothing to the show, especially Billy” (sorry I’m paraphrasing) and when I tell you I immediately unsubscribed, clicked out of the video, and closed the app, I am so serious

Like girl… did you watch the show…? I didn’t watch the rest of the video to find out, but I just wasn’t about to waste the bandwidth on that

[rafesangelita]

hii again ik i just sent one but what about rafey manhandling you out of a party when you get into an argument w some girl who was like trying to get all over him (he was clearly not into it and was telling her he had a girl) and then him eating her pussy in bed that night saying that shes the only one he wants cause he loves her and her pretty pussy so much -👛

warnings: arguing, oral (f receiving)

you were sitting next to rafe when the broad stumbled over to him, so high out of her mind that she didn’t notice your head resting on his shoulder. “hey rafeee!” your eyes shot to the source of the voice, your boyfriend immediately glancing over at you. “you got a line for me?” she smiled, tripping over her heels before falling right into his lap. “yo, come on!” he pushed her, “watch the fuck out, i got all this shit out right here.” you glared at her, annoyed with the way she was looking at your boyfriend.

“i don’t have any money on me, but i could pay you with something else..” rafe’s lip curled in disgust, physically cringing at her while you fought the urge to drag her out of the house by her hair. “go be a mess somewhere else, i got a girl.” rafe pulled you closer to his side, her eyes finally landing you. “all lines are fifty dollars, babe. sorry, no free plays around here!” you flashed her a smile, running your hand across rafe’s chest, “this is your girl? my god, i’d think you have higher standards, ray.. guess not.” you took a moment to examine her.

“then what does that make you?” you stood up. “the whole world could see where your hair extensions start, your lashes are hanging on by a thread, you desperately need a nail fill, and you could barely walk in those things called heels.. you’re as low as they come.” rafe was already packing his stuff, knowing how this would end if you two didn’t leave right now. surrounding partygoers were now looking at you two, your boyfriend tugging on one of the belt loops of your skirt. “my daddy is chief police, i’d watch out if i were you. i could shut your whole operation down.” at that, rafe cursed under his breath, dragging you away before anything could escalate.

“do it then! and make sure you tell him how you’re an easy coke whore while you’re at it!” rafe picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder while you tried to squirm out of his grip. “put me down!” it wasn’t until he made it to the truck that he placed you in the passenger seat, your hands shoving him away when he tried to talk to you. he groaned, making his way to the driver’s side. “you should’ve defended me.” rafe looked over at you with wide eyes. “i should’ve defended you? against what? the idiot that couldn’t tell left from right?” he laughed.

“it’s not funny.” you crossed your arms over your chest, scooting as close to the door as you could. “are you seriously mad at me right now?” you swatted his hand away when he reached over, making him shake his head. “just wait till we get home.” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him for the rest of the ride. you were quick to get off the truck once he pulled in, slamming the door shut as you ran inside. rafe scoffed, “well that was a little dramatic.” he went up upstairs, groaning in frustration when the door knob to his bedroom didn’t budge. “you can’t lock me out of my own space!” you were naked, about to step into the shower before you shouted, “i just did!”

you took your time under the hot water, washing off all of the irritation and anger from tonight. you knew rafe did everything he could to establish himself as unavailable and uninterested to that girl, he even pushed her for crying out loud. the guilt for being mad at him was starting to seep through, making you open the bedroom door after you got out of the shower. once you changed into a pair of his boxers and a baby tee, you climbed underneath the sheets, waiting to hear his footsteps walk in. eventually he did, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, “i just get so mad when someone thinks they can just flirt their way into getting your attention.” he turned, rubbing your leg through the comforter. “no one, except you, has my attention, y/n. nothing else matters to me.” he uncovered you, fingers toying with the waistband of your, well his, bottoms. you sighed, pulling him to your chest where you cradled his head. “i promise i won’t be mad at you when it comes to other girls. i trust you.” he kissed you before pulling away, sliding his boxers down your legs.

you let him have his way with you, a gasp leaving your lips when he pulled your thighs on top of his shoulders. “you never have to worry about anyone else, no one even compares.” rafe left wet kisses on your folds, your back arching off the bed when his tongue met your clit. “i’ve never met someone so beautiful, ‘never seen a pussy this pretty.” he spread you apart with his thumbs, marveling at the sight of you. “you’re the only girl i need, ‘the only one for me.” you knew rafe had a mean head game, but one hour later and he was still making you cum until tears rolled down your cheeks. “please! it’s too much, rafe,” you sobbed, your body on fire as your legs trembled.

he finally pulled away, his lips shining with your slick. “i love you.” he rubbed circles into your skin. rafe waited until you were able to meet his eyes, your chest falling and rising with each breath. “i love you, too.” you blinked slowly.

[raya-hunter01]

Ride

Jimmy Uso xOC(Kia) One-Shot

What happens when Jimmy pushes his girlfriend Kia too far and she has to remind him just who the hell she is.

Ok! We missing you Jimmy! Come on back home now,sir!

Jey's House

Pensacola, FL

“That shit is embarrassing Jimmy, and I’m tired of it.”

“I ain’t did shit, I been chillin’ all night, Kia.”

“I seen the way that bitch been looking at you all night and I don’t like the way you were lookin’ at her either Jimmy.” The argument in Jey’s driveway getting more heated by the second with his nonchalant attitude.

 “Look, I ain’t wit her no more, I’m wit you, and can’t nobody fuck dat up but you,” Jimmy said as I restrained myself from punching his cocky ass.

“Really, you smug son of bitch… Can’t nobody fuck it up but me? You know what? You got me fucked up; I don’t need you!”

“Look you know I ain’t mean it, I’m a lil drunk,” Jimmy said trying to reach for my hand.

“The exact reason we need to leave. I ain’t trying to act a fool in front of ya’ll coworkers but I will. I will set this motherfucka off and apologize to Jey tomorrow, keep playin’ with me.” I hissed moving so he couldn’t touch me.

“Kia, I ain’t playin’ baby, let’s just go back to the party. We can talk about this when we get home, even better we can just crash here,” Jimmy said as I nodded.

“Sure bae, go enjoy yourself, I’ll just follow your lead.”  The joy and relief in his face made me roll my eyes. He has no idea of the lesson I’m about to teach his ass.

Walking quietly back inside, the party was in full swing. Jimmy went straight over to Jey, Sefa and Joe while I went in search of Jey’s wife Tiffany.

Jimmy’s POV

“Twin, everything straight?” Jey asked as I nodded. “Yea, just Kia pissed bout Jessica being here.”

“Well, I didn’t invite her, she came as Cassie’s plus one.”

“You think I believe you?”

“I really don’t give a fuck if you don’t, and this ain’t about me. This is about you not knowing when you got a real one rockin’ wit yo’ dumb ass. So fix yo’ face, before I kick it in,” Jey said casually fixing himself a drink.

“Hell, she got a real one too, fuck you mean?” I scoffed, getting irritated with everybody trying to control me.

“You ain’t actin’ like one, hell my ex would neva. I let it be known, I’m married and you ain’t fuckin’ up my happy home.”

“Even if Jey did invite her, the problem is you didn’t send her ass on her way when she came over here flirtin’ wit you,” Sefa said as I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“Damn, everything my fault. I ain’t did nothing, and I didn’t respond to the shit she was sellin’.” I refused to see the problem in speaking to people.

“Not telling her you wit somebody and to get the fuck on makes it yo’ fault,” Jey said as Jessica was once again coming towards us.

“If you don’t tell dat girl to get the hell on, Kia need to break up wit yo’ ass.” Sefa’s words pissing me off.

“Damn, I can’t talk to people, it ain’t like I’m trying to fuck!”

“Hey Jimmy, I hope Kia didn’t get mad, I wasn’t trying to cause any problems. I mean we still can be friends,” she said as I smiled at her.

“You dumb as fuck,” Jey whispered as I frowned at his him. I felt like everybody was trippin’ for no reason.

“Aye, you wanna dance?” I asked as Jessica smiled.” I thought you’d never ask.”

“You a dumbass,” Sefa said shaking his head. “Yea, Kia gon’ hurt yo’ ass and I’mma let her,” Jey adding his two cents in only made me ignore them. “Let’s get it girl.”

“You gon' get it alright, a straight cap in your ass. Keep playin’ with dat girl.”

“Shut up, Jey, I’m grown.”

Kia’s POV

Oh, so he just gon’ ignore what I said, and think it’s ok. Drunk ass trying to piss me off.  Jimmy’s eyes focused on me as Jessica danced up on him.

“I’mma need you to breath Kia, I know how you get.” Tiffany said as I smiled at her.

“That girl ain’t no competition, he’s pissed and trying to piss me off thinking I’m trying to control him. He used to the women he dated letting him do what he wants but that’s not me. I will be by myself first; I don’t care how good the dick is.” Tiffany looked at them on the dance floor shaking her head in disgust.

“So, what you gonna do? You know we don’t fight over no men; we are too classy for that? Now beating his ass… Justified.”

“Nah, I’m cool, I’m just going to enjoy my night,” I said smoothing down my dress, pointing to our fellow coworker and ex-Carmelo Hayes who winked at me.

“Kia, you know Jimmy gon’ flip his shit if he sees you talking to that man,” she said with wide eyes.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” I said waving back at Carmelo.  “Bitch, I love you!” she screamed nudging me as Carmelo made his way towards us. “Shh, here he comes.”

Now Carmelo and I dated for a brief time when I was in NXT, but we broke up when I got called up to the main roster. The distance was too much, and we both agreed it was best to go our separate ways.

“Hey beautiful, it’s been a minute,” Carmelo said giving me a hug. “I know, and I’m sorry handsome.”

Our embrace, intimate and familiar as his hands caressed my lower back. “Damn, you lookin’ good, Ma and smellin’ good. Gon’ give me a lil spin for old time’s sake,” he whispered in my ear before pulling away and licking his lips. 

I swear I almost dropped to my knees right then and there and with an inaudible moan, I granted his request. I was playing with fire, but Jimmy had better shape up because sometimes old habits die hard, especially when they look like Melo.

“Ouuu, somebody mad.” Tiffany teased as I chuckled. “What’s up wit yo’ boy?” Carmelo asked pointing at Jimmy. His smile long gone, he was pissed and trying to figure out why Carmelo was talking to me.

I knew that look all too well, and Jessica was just standing there looking lost as always, trying to be relevant.

“Ignore him, I’mma teach his ass a lesson.”

 “I just can’t believe he approached me at smackdown but keeps fumbling you, typical Jimmy,” Carmelo said as I looked at him strangely.

 “What are you talking about?” Tiffany asked intrigued.

“When I got drafted to smackdown he paid me a visit,” he said casually as my eyes widened. “What!..... Why?!”

“He told me to stay away from you because you were his lady. I can’t tell though, cause’ he playin’ games with you. Ain’t no way I got you on my arm and I’m entertaining another woman.”

“Carmelo, he’s drunk and trying to piss me off.” I said as Carmelo scoffed.  “Still ain’t no excuse.”

“Ya’ll wanna go somewhere quiet and catch up before the warden comes?” Tiffany asked, pointing at Jimmy who had left the dance floor and was now talking to Jey.

Jey was laughing at the uncomfortable look on Jimmy’s face as he pointed in our direction, talking to his brothers and straight seething.

The shake of Sefa’s head and the smirk that followed, made me chuckle. I bet Jimmy was over there talking pure nonsense and losing his shit in no particular order.

I knew him, and what wouldn’t I give to be a fly on the wall over there right now. “Nah, we straight right here, I want him to see his future if he keeps playin’ with Kia.  All bets are off, and I’m comin’ for what was mine in the first place,” he said as I gulped.

He always was very vocal about his wants, and I loved that about him. I also loved how he didn’t play about me, even now. “Now Melo-”

“What I’m being honest, you know I’ve always loved you, Kia.” Suddenly a familiar hand caressed my lower back before I could respond.

“Hey, how you doin’ Melo?” Jimmy asked pulling me close as Tiffany cleared her throat.

“Oh, I’m good, just lettin’ Kia know how special she is. You should try it sometime instead of entertaining your ex.” I felt Jimmy tense next to me at his words.

“Ah shit,” I heard Jey whisper, stepping beside Tiffany and putting his arm around her. His ass was just trying to be nosey; I don’t know who he thought he was fooling.

“Kia knows she special, I tell and show her every day.  So, you can move along and find somebody else woman to aggravate,” Jimmy seethed as I pushed him away.

“I can’t tell, you’ve spent the night playin’ these childish games and up on that ditzy bitch.”

“See, I told yo’ stupid ass.” Jey muttered. “Jey, now ain’t the time a’ight.” The frustration and shock very apparent on his face.

“Carmelo, can you take me home? Maybe can watch a movie and catch up.” Hearing the low rumble and kiss of his teeth, I knew Jimmy was mere seconds from exploding.

Phase one and two complete, throw him off his game and establish you don’t need his ass. You choose to deal with him and having you in his world is a privilege. At any moment he can be replaced.

“He ain’t takin’ you nowhere, what the fuck you doin’, Kia?”

“Getting outta your way for you to do you, and I’m about to go do me.” I said continuing to look at Carmelo as he caught on quickly winking at me.

He knew once I went to get my things, I wouldn’t be returning but he was going to get one last shot in at Jimmy.

“I would love to take you home and see what the night holds for two old friends,” he said giving me a wink. I love a good team player that knows how to read the room and play his role perfectly.

“Good, let me get my coat and purse.” The pure shock on Jimmy’s face as I ignored him heading upstairs almost made me laugh.

 “Aye, we ain’t done talking Kia, and you ain’t going nowhere with him,” Jimmy said slightly raise his voice following behind me.

“I’ll be waiting, Kia.”

“She won’t be comin’ back down tonight. She’s goin’ to bed, so you can take yo’ ass on.”

“I thought I made it clear; Carmelo is taking me home.”  

“The fuck he is!” Jimmy shouted catching the door before it slammed in his face. “Aye, you ain’t going nowhere wit him, if anything we stayin’ here tonight cause we both been drinking,” Jimmy said locking the door behind him as I rolled my eyes, grabbing my purse and coat.

“Boy, you’ve done enough for tonight, don’t start acting sober now, move!” I yelled, pushing at his chest as he refused to move.

“Stop playin’ wit me Kia, you ain’t goin’ wit him,” Jimmy said going to put his drink down on the dresser.

Quickly I pulled the condom out my purse, hiding it in my hand.

Thank you, Vivica fox, I silently praised in my mind. I was ready to see him lose his shit cause’ he gon’ learn to stop playin’ wit me.

“Look, I’m leaving ok. Carmelo is just going to take me home and you can stay here and sleep it off. Just come by my house when you sober up,” I said once again trying to go around Jimmy, but he backed me up against the wall.

His breath hot on my neck as I tossed the condom on the floor, making it seem as if fell out of my purse. His wide eyes as he saw the condom falling was thing of beauty.

“What the fuck?” Jimmy uttered looking down at it for a few seconds before looking back at me in disbelief and anger.

Yea….He’s pissed…Sighing dramatically, I attempted to reach down and pick it up, but Jimmy firmly grabbed me by the arm, holding me in place.

“Let go of my arm, Jon.”

“Nah, don’t Jon me right now, stay yo’ ass right there.”  

Pushing him away, I leaned against the wall crossing my arms. His powerful primal gaze slowly igniting my fire as he stared into my soul….

 Yep…..He gone, gone now.

“What the FUCK you got a condom for Kia?!” he asked reaching down to pick it up as I smirked quietly to myself…. Got ya.

“You hear me talkin’ to you Kia?” His heated gaze bouncing between me and the condom still on the floor. I chose not to answer knowing it was pissing him off more.

“Woman, don’t make me ask yo’ ass again. What the fuck you got a condom for?!”

Woman?......Woman?.... Oouu, he big mad now, and I wanted him to be.

Quickly, I slipped back into my role of the tired, frustrated girlfriend as Jimmy angrily stood up and held the condom in front of my face.

“Give it back, Jimmy!” I snapped, reaching for it as he moved his hand.

The prominent scowl on his face turning me on. Damn, this was going to be intense as fuck, and I couldn’t wait. “Answer me Kia, why you got a condom, and we don’t use them?”

“Nothing, I just always carried one in my purse. It’s no big deal,” I said shrugging my shoulders as Jimmy growled, grasping my chin.

Phase three initiated cloud his mind with jealousy, then make him beg for it.

“So, you plannin’ on fuckin’ him, huh?” He asked, the raw passion building between us. Rolling my eyes, I snatched the condom back and put it in my purse.

“Everyone ain’t like you, flirting with their ex, Jimmy. Hell, I thought you had plans to take her home tonight instead of me since she was bouncing her flat ass on your dick all over the dance floor .”

“Stop playin’ with me Kia and answer the question. You plannin’ to lay down for him ain’t you?”

“Lay down for him?....Lay?......Now Jimmy, we both know that I do my best work on top,” I teased. The growl that escaped his lips making my pussy wet, I could almost feel him deep inside me now.

“I’mma kill this mothafucka.”

FINISH…. HIM

“Read my lips, Jimmy! The condom just fell outta my purse, it don’t mean I’mma use it, damn!” I said with an attitude, pissing him off even more.

“Nah, I ain’t stupid, you tryin’ to give him some pussy….My fuckin’ pussy at dat,” Jimmy said raising his voice as I fought to control my breathing.

His Pussy?

Ok, I couldn’t lie, I was loving this new possessive side to him. My pussy was a straight quivering mess, but I had to teach him a lesson.

“Ain’t nobody trying to do nothing, but if I was, it would be my business. It’s my damn body, not yours.”

“Your business?... Your body?... Is you crazy, Kia?”

“I said what I said, and I meant it. I can do what I want to do with my body.”  Damn, that infamous Uso scowl now on full display.

“Oh, it’s your body now, huh?”

“Yea, it’s my body Jonathon.” I felt his body twitch against mine as his real name fell from my lips. He was so turned on and pissed off, he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

 “Well, just this morning you told me every inch of you was mine. Couldn’t stop screaming that shit, tellin’ me how dat pussy belonged to me and only me,” he gloated, licking his lips and caressing my hips.

“Oh, well that was my complementary customer service voice, don’t’ read too much into it.”

“What the fuck dat mean?”

“You put in some good work this morning, and I wanted to boost you up a little. But at the end of the day, no matter how good you lay pipe I ain’t gon’ be disrespected how you did tonight.”

“Kia-”

“Nah, I done caught your act all night, and I ain’t in the business of keepin’ a man that wants to entertain other bitches and don’t want to be held down by a real one woman.”

“Kai, you know this type of stuff new to me.”

“Yea, cause’ your used to having your way because of who you are, but not with me.” I finished as he sighed. “Matter of fact you ain’t gotta be with me if that’s the type shit you wanna to do.”

“I ain’t never said I didn’t want to be wit you. I love yo’ ass….. You know I’m yours, stop trippin’,” Jimmy frowned.

“No, you stop trippin’, I told you from the beginning that I ain’t like them bitches you had in the past. I don’t share Jimmy, now move so Carmelo can take me home,” I said as Jimmy frowned.

“You still on dat shit? I done told you, he ain’t takin you no fuckin’ where. Don’t make me go downstairs and beat his ass, stop playin’ wit me forreal.”

 “Jimmy-”

“He gon’ be waiting till twin throw his ass out cause’ it ain’t happening. You ain’t leavin’ with him, Kia.” Jimmy said trying to put his foot down, taking off his shirt.

Oh, so his plan of attack is to dick me down to shut me up. No sir, Ryder is about to take control of this rodeo.

“I ain’t gotta do shit, and with the way you acted tonight, I don’t love you,” I said knowing it was a lie, and was only adding fuel to the fire.

“Oh, so you don’t love me, and you ain’t mine no more?” Jimmy asked, almost daring me to repeat what I had just said.

“I didn’t stutter Jimmy, now just go back downstairs and keep playin’ with Jessica.” The space between us nonexistent now as Jimmy pressed his body firmly against mine. I was fighting for dear life to not purr feeling his hard dick against me.

“You just have to have the last fuckin’ word.”

“And do, now move, I got somewhere to be.”

“Kia, we ain’t leave this gotdam room until we get this shit straight. So, I’mma ask you again. You ain’t mine?” he asked again in disbelief, his voice husky and smooth, clouding my judgement, but I remained strong.

 He knew I was full of shit, but I wasn’t about to abandon this mission. “No….I’m not yours.”

“Then tell me something if you ain’t mine, Kia?”

“What Jimmy?” I asked his sexy inviting smirk making me weaker by the second. I knew this game between us was about to go into sudden death overtime when he opened his mouth, and licked his middle and forefinger.

The simple, yet sexy display held me captive, as I anticipated his next move, and he knew it.

Come, on Kia snap out of it….

The sensual eye fucking we were engaging in grew more intense by the second.  Nudging my legs apart, he finally slipped his hand under my dress as I gasped, a sly smile adorning his face. I could only look away as he chuckled, then groaned at the realization that I didn’t have any panties on.

 “Look at me Kia, and tell me you ain’t mine,” he demanded, caressing my bare already wet pussy with his fingers.

“Not yours,” I gasped, his lips grazing the column of my neck.

“That shit turn you on when I say it don’t it? When I tell you that you mine and this my pussy,” he whispered, my heart racing as he licked his lips.. Damn I couldn’t speak.

“Yea, dat shit get you wet as fuck don’t it, Ma?” His deep raspy voice asked as I trembled against him in anticipation but tried to play it off.

 “W-What you talkin’ bout Jimmy?” The tremble in my voice exciting him. He knew he had me, but not for long.

“It’s ok, I got you, we both know this pussy all mine. I ain’t even really touched you yet, and you fuckin’ soakin’ wet,” Jimmy groaned, teasingly rubbing his fingers against my clit.

 A husky moan fell from my lips as I bit my lower lip trying to restrain myself. “Then you been walkin’ round all night in wit no panties on? You know what dat shit do to me, Ma.”

I could only moan as the same two fingers were now curling up against my g-spot. Slowly I began riding his fingers as Jimmy continued talking his shit.

“Answer me? If this ain’t my pussy, why she already creamin’ and ready to handle all this curve.”  

Though he was right, he was no pun intended too cocky and needed to be taken down a peg or two.

Phase four is now in progress… Time to make his ass remember just who the fuck you are.

“Prove it,” I whispered, Jimmy’s eyes darkened, my gentle giant long gone as he removed his fingers, anxiously gripping me by my thighs as I wrapping them around his waist.

“Nah, you prove me wrong,” Jimmy challenge, lowering his sweatpants and entering me swiftly as we both groaned in pleasure.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word,” I moaned capturing his lips in a passionate deep kiss, slowly grinding. A primal growl escaping Jimmy’s lips as he submitted to his fate. He loved it when I took control.

“Put your arms on the wall and leave them there.”  Not needing to be told twice, Jimmy did as instructed. Clasping my hands behind his neck, we continued to get lost in each other as our bodies moved in sync but make no mistake I was in control, and I was about to let his ass know it.

“Fuck, Kia,” Jimmy moaned against my lips, buckin’ his hips. “Nah, don’t move, this my show,” I gasped, licking his ear, beginning to bounce on his dick harder.  He was fighting an internal battle within himself to let me have control or lose all control.

“Shit, don’t stop..Yea….Ride dat dick.”

“You’ve been so bad tonight Daddy, I outta stop,” I teased licking and nibbling on his neck, his arms shaking against the wall as I worked him into a frenzy. My pussy welcoming him deeper with each methodical bounce, and swirl of my hips. Our moans of pleasure filling Jey’s guestroom.

“Shit, listen to my pussy, fuck,” Jimmy groaned as we shared a searing kiss, our tongues engaging in a passionate dance as I bounced faster, and harder.

The squelching sounds of my pussy giving new meaning to the words WAP as my essence coated Jimmy’s dick, and our thighs as our bodies met in a dance for control.

“Hell yea… Just…. Like….. That….. Fuck, you so tight, I’m tryin’ not to nut. Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned becoming weaker as I pulsed around him.

“Mmhm, I know and what you need to tell me, Daddy?” I moaned, kissing and nibbling on his lips knowing the lethal combo drove him nuts.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Ma. Shit, just don’t stop.”

Go in for the kill Kia!

Moving my kisses to his neck, I moaned in victory hearing Jimmy’s groans of pleasure as I began sucking and nibbling on his neck. “This what you wanted?” I groaned swirling my hips meeting his thrusts as he growled.

“Mmhm, fuck yea, do dat shit. Can’t nobody do it like you, girl.” he praised as I smirked against his neck, his knees almost buckling from pleasure.

“So why you playin’ wit me then?” I moaned, chasing my nut and ridin’ him like Ciara told us in her song. This room is my circus, and I run this shit.

 “Uh, sh...Shit!” Jimmy groaned as I rode him to the brink but refused to give him release. “Mmhm, what do you need to say? I’m waitin’,” I taunted slowing down as he growled knowing he was losing the battle. His resolve slipping with each strategic bounce of my hips.

“Kia, shit, I’m sorry, you know it’s just you. Fuck you feel so good, listen to my pussy.”

“Yea, she drownin’ dat dick real good ain’t she?”

“Hell yea and I love it.”

“She don’t share though; can you handle that? Are you sure it just me you want because I’m selfish, Jimmy?” I teased slowing down once again as he hissed.

 “Mmm, come on you know you my girl…..My only girl, Kia.” He moaned as I gasped feeling him getting harder. “I don’t know, you been actin’ funny,” I gasped feeling my orgasm building even more.

 “Bae, I’ll straighten up, just let Ryder come out n play. I’ll be good from now on baby, fuck, I need her so bad,” he pleaded as I moaned at his words. “You want Ryder to come out n play baby?”

“Yes, I need her.”  Not needing to be told twice I adjusted myself bracing one hand on the wall and the other arm around his neck.

Our desperation to get closer to each other clouding our judgement as with ease I used the wall as leverage, riding him. “Shit, there’s Ryder.”

 “Uh huh, she’s here, Daddy….. Now keep your hands on the wall and bend your knees a little.”

“Oh shit!” Jimmy groaned at the new and deeper position, watching me with low hooded eyes.

“You gon’ stop playin’ wit me?”

 “Yes, I ain’t gon’ disrespect you again,” he declared as I leaned down capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Shit, you better not,” I groaned relishing in the feeling of us being one.

 “Fuck, Ryder….Get yo’ dick….Yea, ride dat shit.” The low growl in his throat as he met my thrusts, was turning me on even more. I felt like I was on fire from the inside out and I was about to explode.

 “I feel it, Ma, give it to Daddy. I’m bout to nut too,” Jimmy moaned almost reading my mind.

“Fuck! You feel so good, but I swear If you ever do some shit like what you did tonight again, I’m done.” I gasped wrapping my other arm back around his neck, bouncing with wild abandon up and down on his dick.

“I got you, oh fuccck. I g-got you,” he declared as I felt his thighs tighten even more. “You betta have me,” I groaned, nipping at his lower lip before his lips devoured mine. Taking my breath away.

I knew I had to be sure he understood as it took everything within me to stop kissing him. “Mmm, tell me what you gon’ do Jon?” .

“Shit, I ain’t gon’ do nothin’ wrong no mo. I ain’t losing you, I’mma make it right, I promise bae,” he groaned as I smirked in victory claiming his lips once again.  His body trembling against mine as our tongues battled for control. “Mmm, you win Ma,” he moaned finally surrendering all to me as I smiled against his lips.

 “Yea, that’s what I thought,” I gloated, his desperate moans music to my ears as with each bounce I pulsed around his dick rendering him helpless and trying to fight what was about to come.

“Shit! Wait not yet Kia,” he pleaded as I chuckled ignoring him. He was trying so hard to not cum but I knew it was game over for him and myself.

“Nah, you wanted Ryder, now you got her. Now get this nut.” 

“Fuck, gon' do dat shit then, I’m yours,” he moaned as I purred. “I’m yours too, but can’t nobody fuck dat up but you,” I moaned throwing his words back in his face. 

“I ain’t baby, I promise, fuck you finna nut,” he groaned.

“Yeaa, you feel it don’t you..I’m bout to nut real good on my dick...It is mine right?"

“Fuck, you know it's yours. Come on Kia, fuck, I need you so bad," Jimmy pleaded as his breath hitched, as sweat gathered at his brow.

“Mmhm, and when I squirt on it, you betta nut in yo’ pussy like you ain’t neva nutted before,” I demanded arching against him, relishing in him being so deep inside me as I came throwing him into his own mind-blowing end.

“Yeess, fuck….Damn, you drive me crazy, but I love yo’ ass,” Jimmy gasped, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close as we came down off of our mind blowing high.

I started to say something smart because he moved his hands off the wall without permission, but it felt so good to be wrapped up in his powerful arms, that I just decided to be truthful.

 “I love you too, very much but stop taking me for granted.”

“I got you, Ma…It ain’t gon’ happen again.”

“It better not, or Ryder gon’ have to find another man who appreciates her.”

“The hell you say…We locked in Ma, I done told you that. I swear from now on, I’mma be blockin’ them birds like the matrix. I ain’t fuckin’ up what we got for noboby.  I ain’t finna lose you, I love you, Kia.”

“I love you too and I’m glad you finally see things my way, Jonathon.”

“I do and, in a minute, you bout to see shit my way too. Fuck, I can’t wait to tie yo’ ass to this bed and have my way wit you.”

“Oouu, promise,” I chuckled as he growled carrying me to the bed.

“Yea, I promise, but first I need a nap. You know what Ryder does to me,” he whispered as I settled in his arms chuckling in victory.

“Yea, I know baby, but you love her anyway.”

“Damn fuckin’ right I do but I love Kia Johnson even more,” he whispered against my lips as I sighed in contentment.

“And I love you, Jonathon Fatu.”

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

part seven.

i’m back and better than ever (kind of).

no proof read yet , smut , sexual references , cursing , arguing , angst(?) , everything that’s always in my stories .

part six here | part eight here

unbearable. to sit in a car all night when all you wanted to do was have a good time? yeah, unbearable.

“this is so fuckin’ stupid.” you mumbled, crossing your arms and leaning on the door of the car. “and you’re childish. all you do is fight, but you want freedom.” he shook his head and scrolled on his phone.

“i’m sober.”

“and im sitting in the backseat.”

“you’re in the front.”

“and you’re not sober.”

you squinted at connie. you couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you stayed quiet. for like… 5 seconds. “can you take me home?” you asked. connie looked at you in the dark rear view mirror. “you sure? don’t be complaining when you get there either.” he mumbled, focusing back on his phone.

“i wanna go drinkkkk.” you whined, tapping the seat.

“no. you can’t control yo emotions when you drink.” connie shook his head. “and you not finna be in there gettin drunker than you already is.”

“okay i just wanna have a good time.” you rolled your eyes lazily. “you expect me to believe that shit?” he looked back at you. “you can watch me. i won’t do nothing. i promise.” you raised your eyebrows with a small smile.

connie’s lip twitched and he sighed. “we not gon be here for more than bout an hour. you better do whatever you wanna do, then we leaving. ight?”

you nodded with a smile while connie unlocked the door for you after he got out. you grabbed your heels and slipped them back on, nearly tipping over when you stood up. before you could roam off anywhere, he grabbed your hand, letting you lead him to where you were going.

“do we really have to hold hands?” you mumbled, walking beside him with a bored expression. “nah.” connie said, letting go of your hand and putting his arm around your shoulder.

you looked up at him before sighing inaudibly and walking back in the house. everyone looked at you, seems like there were more people there than the first time, but you didn’t care.

when connie looked to the side, he saw that same girl in the corner. seemed like she was still mad. “let’s go upstairs real quick.” he mumbled in your ear. you looked at him with a confused expression. “for what?”

“youn need to be getting in no more trouble down here.”

you stopped in your tracks and crossed your arms. “is that the real reason you wanna take me upstairs?” you squinted. your thoughts from earlier started to come back to you. he wasn’t just gonna fuck you whenever he wanted.

connie squinted. “yes. now come on.” he looked around, noticing the girl unknowingly getting closer to you two. before you could argue, he dragged you up the stairs, nearly tripping you on the way up.

“i don’t wanna go upstairs i wanna drink.” you held on to the side of the stairs. connie smacked his lips. “do you wanna getcho ass whooped y/n?” he looked back at you, opening the door to the same room you two first got… physical in.

“no, cus a bitch can’t beat me regardless-”

you didn’t even get to finish your sentence. connie closed the door behind the both of you and locked it, standing against it.

“aw hell naw. you think i’m finna let you get in my panties again?” you frowned. “let me out.”

“no.”

“connie, i am so deadass i’m not bouda sit here and let you kiss me and touch me and do whatever the fuck we did whenever you feel like it, then ignore me for another one or two weeks.”

connie threw his head back against the door. “man… shut up.”

“shut up because i ain’t finna let you use me-“

“bruh what the fuck is you talkin bout?” you could hear the irritation in connie’s voice, and the sober corner of you told you to just shut up, but you were still drunk.

“what i just said. you’re not about to fuck me again and then leave-“

“y/n ion wanna fuck you.”

“yes you-“

“no—the fuck i don’t. i’m tryna keep yo ass outta trouble, cause you too fucking stupid to realize every time you go out you be in some bullshit-“ you opened your mouth to say something back. “nah, listen. you too stupid to realize you always in some shit, and if you get hurt you gon be complaining like you always is.”

now he was actually starting to get mad. you wouldn’t shut up.

“let me out.”

you tried to push past connie, but obviously he’s way stronger than you. “let me out!”

that’s when you felt him grab your arm and push you back on the bed. “that’s yo fucking problem, you don’t listen. you so fuckin childish, people tryna be here to have a good time and yo ole stupid ass and that bitch steady fighting. don’t nobody wanna hear that shit all the time.” he started raising his voice. “sit the fuck down. ion wanna fuck you, ion care shit bout that. you steady sittin here tryna argue, you don’t fuckin listen.”

you stared at him.

“ain’t no reason i gotta sit here and really treat yo ass like a big ass baby cause you can’t control yo liquor. i’m tired of that shit bruh.”

you didn’t even feel like talkin back, cause he wasn’t gon listen. you failed to realize that your face was starting to get wet because of the tears rolling down your cheeks until you sniffed and huffed.

connie backed up and stared down at you, bitting his top lip. you sniffed even more and hummed, wiping your tears, some of your mascara from your bottom lash coming off with it, along with your eyeliner.

you sat back on the bed and looked at connie again. you couldn’t really read his face, not only because of your teary eyes, but because of his blank expression.

until you blinked once more, you noticed he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. he was staring at the ceiling.

you swallowed and moved to the end of the bed to take off your heels. surprisingly, you continued to cry. you didn’t even know it. connie then looked down at you again.

you then stood up, now standing in front of him.

he sighed and wiped the stained marks from your cheeks and eyes. with one hand in his pocket, and the other on your face, he licked his lips.

out of all the shit you talked, and the things you said, you looked at his lips. you bit yours and trailed your hands up his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in. he knew it was probably wrong to be intimate right after you said he was using you, but shit.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck.

you did the same. except when you did it, you couldn’t help but put your lips on his neck. not even a kiss. you just needed to feel it.

eventually, which wasn’t long, promise, you softly kissed connie’s neck. you moved your hands to the back of his head, ignoring the red lipstick stains you left on his neck, and started to kiss up his jaw.

you pulled back and moved back to the bed, holding his hand to lead him with you. he moved on top of you, making you automatically slightly open your legs to make space for him.

as you laid back, he saw a single tear drip down the corner of your eye. wiping it before it reached your ear, he kissed your cheek. under your eyes—both of them, and then kissed your lips.

he barely gave you time to kiss back as you closed your eyes and rubbed his back. he kissed down your face, neck, chest.

“you know ian wanna make you cry ma.” he said in between kisses.

you didn’t say nothing back, but you heard him. “you know i care about you.” he whispered, starting to give you hickeys on your neck and chest. “i just…” he kissed your lips again. “ion wanna get attached.” he sat up, pulling your legs closer to him.

he massaged your thighs and moved his hands up to your waist. then he moved from your waist to your chest, undoing your outfit down the middle before helping you get it halfway off. he leaned down to kiss your stomach, glancing up at you with every few kisses, just to see that look on your face.

“you just…” he moved back up to your face, spreading your legs further as you started to close them. “you be pissin me off sometimes.” he moved his right hand down to your panties, which were already almost soaked.

he rubbed his middle finger along your panties, making you arch your back, only a little. connie stared at you with bored eyes, but he definitely wasn’t bored. he then licked his lips, moving his hand up, then down in your panties.

“you love lace. ima remember that.” he said, moving his finger along your wet folds. you softly moaned, closing your eyes and biting your lip.

he moved his hand away from your pussy and licked his middle finger, making you open your eyes. the look on your face just drove him crazy. the way your brows furrowed when what you wanted to happen, didn’t happen. yet.

he put his thumb in front of your lips as you looked him in his eyes. “suck it.” he mumbled. you did as he said. what else could you do? “good girl.” he muttered, moving his hand back down inside your panties.

he put his thumb on your clit, softly pressing down on it, making you moan a little louder than you did at first.

he slowly started to rub your clit, sticking his middle finger inside of you at the same time. “ah, fuck…” you moaned softly as connie started to kiss you again. he was moving his fingers so slow, but it felt so good.

he slipped his tongue in your mouth as you kissed, slightly moving his hips against his own hand as he slowly fingered you.

your kisses started to get sloppier by the second. “you like that?” he whispered against your lips. you quickly nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck like before, moving your hips against his fingers.

that’s when he pulled his fingers out of you, unexpectedly sticking them in your mouth. as you tasted yourself, connie pulled your outfit off the rest of the way, undoing his pants with his other hand.

you didn’t even realize he was starting to slip his self into you, until he put the tip in. he moved his hand from your mouth to your neck, rubbing it with his thumb.

you slightly whimpered.

“it’s too big, pa. it won’t fit…” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“if wasn’t too big a few weeks ago.” he replied, stretching you out more and more by the second. you painfully moaned as connie’s thumb started to rub your cheek.

“you good… shit..” connie threw his head back for a second before moving closer to you. you grabbed his shirt to pull him closer to you. while he moved closer, he grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers, pinning them down to the bed as he started to move his hips.

“yeah..” you looked up at him. his eyes were closed at first. a few thrusts in, he looked at you. you could barely function because of the pleasure, it felt like it was all over your body. it’s been so long.

as he looked into your eyes, making noises he didn’t even know he was making, the same with you, you felt your eyes start to water again. you slowly started nodding. you didn’t know why. you just did.

connie leaned down to kiss you again, holding on to your hand tighter, thrusting at the same pace but harder. “fuck, connie..” you moaned softly. “i hate you so much…” you moaned again, making connie close his eyes and groan a little.

“i’m sorry.” he muttered, putting his face in your neck again. he could barely hold your hand. he tried to, but it felt like he was losing all his strength.

your eyes rolled to the back of you head and you moved your hips with connie’s. “you know ion be meaning to do you like that…” he said against your neck as he started kissing it again.

“uh huh..” you said softly. you didn’t know if you were replying to him or reacting to the feeling he was giving you. he moved his hand to your neck, slowly starting to thrust faster, making you moan louder by the second. “i like you for real…” he softly moaned against your ear.

“i…” you couldn’t get your words out clearly because of the grip he had on your neck. connie moved away from your ear and looked down at you, his grip on your neck didn’t change at all. you looked up at him with glossy eyes.

you held his wrist, feeling yourself come closer and closer to an orgasm. “i… like you too.” you mumbled enough for connie to hear. connie furrowed his eyebrows, nodding slowly before groaning softly.

you moaned one more time before finally feeling yourself finish with him, both of you out of breath as he let go of your neck.

connie leaned down to rest his head on your chest for a few seconds as you started to rub his back and head.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you.

there wasn’t anything else to say. seemed like it.

he got off of you and fixed his self, letting you put your jump suit back on. “you ready to go?” he mumbled, looking at his neck in the mirror as you put your heels back on.

you silently nodded.

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New Traditions // Valentine’s Day Oneshot

Joel x f!reader

Explicit, 18+

Main Masterlist & My AO3

Summary: The last Valentine’s Day two years ago has shattered your view of the so-called holiday. When Joel brings up the idea, you shut him down immediately, but he doesn’t listen. He hopes he can change your opinion on the holiday of Love.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: No outbreak AU, no Sarah or Ellie, slight angst, fingered, FLUFF

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“What woman doesn’t love Valentine’s Day?” Joel questions as he lets your bent knees fall on his lap and lays one of his hands on your bare skin. The question throws you off, it’s a no-brainer; your face furrows instinctively.

“I guess just me,” you shrug your shoulders and laugh, “I just- I don’t have the best memories, is all. Ended up catching my ex of five years cheating on me two years ago with my receptionist. In my own home, might I add. So, safe to say that I despise this bullshit holiday.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah…fucking Adrianna, the gremlin lookin’ bitch.”

“Welp, his loss. So fuck ‘em.” Joel winks at you, causing you to chuckle and slightly shake your head.

“Thank you, but don’t think my feelings are gonna change just ‘cause you said that. Gonna take a lot for that to happen - if that’s even possible.”

“Oh baby, I got a week to think of somethin’ to do for you. But if it doesn’t work, I won’t try again okay?”

You give him a glance as your head lays in the palm of your hand, propped up by your elbow on the back of the loveseat. “Don’t go out of your way, baby, okay? I promise, I’m okay with doin’ nothing special or even related to it. Nothings gotta change, alright?” Your tone has more of an edge than before, making sure he understands that you really, really don’t want to do anything.

Joel must’ve heard the tension in your voice because he just nods his head, yes ma’am. He slowly leans closer and lays a soft kiss on your forehead as he cups your face with his large hands. Both of you turn your attention back to the TV that’s playing an old episode of Dexter, with both of you understanding your wishes.

—

The memory of that conversation finally clicks in your brain as you stand by the round kitchen table, with a mixture of fresh fruits and homemade omelets as Joel stands behind the wooden chair he’s waiting for you to sit in; you’re baffled.

“Joel, I told yo-“

“Don’t, I don’t want to hear it from you.” He interrupts your strong protest, before it can even begin. “Now, here’s the plan for toda-“

“But I said-“ you glare at his face when you cut him off, starting to become irritated because you really did want today to be the same. You just wanted to enjoy the day with Joel with no special treatment, but the fact that he didn’t listen to your wishes from a week ago kills you on the inside.

Why didn’t you just listen to me?

Joel interrupts your sentence by barking your name loud, this is when your body language shifts. Your arms quickly fold in front of your chest, your weight shifts to your left hip, and you just stare into his face with tears starting to blur your vision.

You hate to be yelled at, hell, scolded would be a better word for it. This has always been an issue for you; the minute you feel like a man goes against your wishes and then scolds you for arguing about it - you shut down and start to crack.

An eerie silence coats the walls of the kitchen that surrounds you and Joel. It feels like time has stopped, he stands in front of you with both hands wrapped around the rectangular dark wood chair and his face sharp. Although you’re about eye level to Joel, you somehow still feel small and broken as he looks into your eyes; you’re not quite sure what to do or think.

You look up slightly and start to rapidly blink so you can try to stop the tears from rolling, so you don’t seem like this weak little girl, but this just happens to cause the salty drops to fall. With a fifteen year age gap between you and Joel, there are times you do feel like a child and it twists your stomach into knots.

Your lips quiver from a smile, to biting your bottom lip, to being slightly pursed, all because you’re trying not to lose it completely.

“You went a-against my wishes, Joel,” you barely whisper, lowering your sight back to him in front of you.

“Just-“ he removes his fingers from the chair and turns his body to face you, now only about three feet apart from you.

“Please sit down n’ eat this breakfast, okay, baby?” He questions quietly, which causes his southern accent to vibrate through your ears.

Still with your arms crossed and body weight on your left side of your body, your eyes shift from his face to the delicious food on the table - that he clearly got up early and prepared for you. You don’t say anything when you look back at him, all you do is nod and wipe the tears from your face.

“Thank you,” Joel sighs, he then stands back and lets you sit down as he pushes the chair in behind you, and he kisses the top of your head, then walks to his seat across the small table from you and sits down.

Breakfast is eaten in silence, but a different one than before. This time, the silence feels comfortable and calm, no tension or eeriness in the walls. It’s just the scrapes of the knives and forks on the glass plates, mixed with the chewing from the two ends of the table, that fill your ears.

So delicious, my god.

By the time you clear your plate Joel is already standing up and reaches for your dishes. Instinctively, you move to stop him, but your brain stops your body from rejecting and you decide to sit back in the chair instead.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you scan your eyes up the large body only inches away from you.

“No need, darlin’,” he responds, staring down at you, he then turns and walks towards the sink and sets down the dishes with a soft, clink. “Now, I want you to head upstairs n’ wait in the bathroom for me. I’ll be right up.”

Your brain still isn’t functioning how it should be, and a large part of you wants to scream at him about how you don’t need to be treated with special treatment. But then the other part of you wants to accept this for what it is, that this man is madly in love with you and desires to treat you to special things.

An even smaller piece of yourself really does want to enjoy Valentine’s Day, it’s always sounded like a sweet thing; maybe this is the time.

So you know this isn’t a time to argue; instead, you smile when you stand up, and you don’t say anything when you walk in the direction of the landing that leads to the staircase. As you hesitantly step onto the dark carpeted landing, you hear the faint sound of the faucet turn on and the clinks of dishes in the kitchen.

The corners of your lips softly curl, and you continue up the staircase. The dishes are a part of the cleaning you did around the house - you and Joel split the chores around the large home, it was something that seemed fair for the both of you so no one got overwhelmed or felt taken advantage of.

So, the fact that he is taking the time to do something off of your list causes your heart to flutter. You reach the top of the stairs and head in the direction of Joel’s, and now your, bedroom. When you gently push the door open, your nose is filled with the scent of Joel, the musky scent of his cologne and his shirts lingering in an intoxicating way; this warm tender feeling forms in your belly, you feel so loved.

You just have to accept that Joel wants to do this, it’s not a chore for him, it’s a desperate need that he has.

Swiftly, you walk through the bedroom to reach the master bathroom that’s connected, and you slide the large barn style door open to the sight of tall candles lit and spaced out on the white tile floor and the outer edge of the porcelain tub, a small chair with bottles that read “Shampoo, Conditioner, Butter Cream Bubble Bath” next to the tub, and two white towels on the back of the chair.

When did he have time to do this? You whisper to yourself as you set your bare feet onto the cool tile, sliding the door closed behind you to keep the warm air from the heater confined to the bathroom. Your mind is trying to jumble ideas together, but comes up completely blank.

You still hear the sounds of dishes and water running downstairs, n’ wait for me. A smile grows on your lips, your cheeks warm up, and your belly spins and spins from anticipation. You spot your plush gray robe hanging on the hooks next to Joel’s black one, that’s hung up besides the glass standing shower.

So you decide to strip your pajamas off, the black tank top and sleep shorts dropping them in a small pile on the tile floor beneath your feet. Your right hand grabs the robe off the wall and swings it around your bare body so you can slip your arms through, and wrap the soft fabric around the front of yourself, as you do a little tie to keep it loosely together.

When you spin around to observe the bathroom from this side of the room, the soft glow from the candles is still just as breathtaking and beautiful. You catch the spot on the counter between the two sinks is empty like normal, at least something is the same. It’s the spot you sit whenever Joel shaves, brushes his teeth, showers - honestly, whenever he’s in here.

To keep some kind of routine and normalcy, you stride over to the counter and turn around so you can push your body up and set your ass onto the white and gray marble counter. Why does he insist on doing this? I’m not deserving of this kinda love and affection, it just doesn't seem real.

Your legs dangle off of the edge as you wait to hear the thumps from his feet on the stairs and the creak from sliding the door that separates you from the rest of the house. By now, the noises from downstairs have stopped and it’s only a matter of time until he’s in front of you.

The same time that you lean back onto the large mirror behind you, the barn door to your right gently slides open. The biggest smile appears on your face when you see him standing there, holding a long tray that’s filled with some more fruits cut up, but this time they’re covered in a white chocolate.

“Baby,” you purr as you sit up straight and he closes the door, then walks towards you on the counter and sets down the tray on the other side of the sink. Without saying anything, he turns around and turns the tub faucet on and to the hottest setting, and steam slowly rises from the water. Then he turns and brings his large body between your dangling legs, his hands placed on your hips, and he lowers his head to kiss you.

Your eyes start to well with tears as you kiss him back, but these are happy tears. You’ve never been treated with such care and tenderness, it’s very refreshing to know that a man is still capable of doing simple and effective gestures. Naturally, your arms hook around the back of his neck, which pulls your body right up to his; the smell of sweat, dish soap, and spices from breakfast overpower your nose.

God, he’s perfect.

“Okay, darlin’,” Joel sighs between the last couple kisses before he hesitates to pull away from you. “I want you to know that today is meant for you n’ that I want you to learn to love today. Cause’ you’re meant to, alright?”

With your hands playing with the curls that lay on the nape of his neck, you smile and nod as you stare into his soul-catching whiskey eyes, yes sir.

The smirk that appears on his face has your stomach doing flips, your hips instinctively grinding on his lower abdomen. His fingers dig deeper into your hips that’s covered by your robe as he groans under his breath, his eyes staring daggers into yours, trying so hard to not give in on his desires.

“Stop tryna’ distract me,” he tells you as he smiles and backs away from your jello-like body. Your arms drop in your lap as you watch him spin around and turn the tub faucet off, grab the bottle that reads “Butter Cream Bubble Bath” and squeeze a good amount into the water, and he swirls the steaming hot liquid. Bubbles start to appear just above the rim of the white bathtub, you can’t help but smile like a child waiting to be put in the bath after a long day.

Joel then brings his attention back to you, and the butterflies begin to appear like they did the first time you laid eyes on him at the bar where you met. The way his head cocks to the side to try to analyze you and your reactions tells you that he’s really trying to understand you fully, which you absolutely love.

He steps between your legs again, but this time his hands find a place underneath your ass and your arms hook around his neck once again. Joel then pulls you up, your legs latch around his waist, and your face rests in the crook of his neck, now lined with droplets of sweat from the warmth and humidity of the bathroom. You inhale once again, you can’t help it - you’re just so intoxicated by the smell of him, it’s almost an addiction.

But, just as soon as he lifts you up, he’s kneeling down and sitting you on the edge of the bathtub. You pout your lip at the loss of the body contact, your arms still around his neck as he kneels in front of you, his face now parallel to your chest.

“Don’t wanna’ get this wet, do ya?” His voice is deep and low as his hand reaches for the tie at your waist, his fingers slowly pulling the string keeping the piece of clothing together. You chuckle at his sudden confidence change, and you love when he does this, it somehow makes you fall even more in love with him.

His hands rise up to your shoulders and he gently pulls the fabric off of your body, letting the soft robe pile around your ass and thighs. His eyes gaze up and down your bare body, lingering on every inch of your skin like he’s eyeing his food, about to devour.

You slightly shiver from the warm air that hits your bare skin, Joel’s eyes move to your tits and he watches how your nipples perk from the humid air that circulates around the room. He licks his lips and mumbles something to himself, between the heater on the floor and the thumping of your heart in your ears you can’t make out what he’s said.

Both of his hands are placed on the top of your thigh and his thumbs start to do small up and down sort of motions. Your cunt beats at the same rhythm as your heart, a swirling feeling growing stronger in your belly, and you try to move your hips for some sort of friction. But your body is stuck from the grip Joel has on your thighs. You slightly whine and he smiles at seeing you losing your control.

“Now, spin your little self around n’ sink in.”

You do as he says with no hesitation, no questions, and no arguing. When you spin around and sink your feet into the bubbly steaming water, you’re immediately wrapped in warmth. Hhmm, you moan as you shut your eyes and fully submerge your body into the tub, laying your back on the porcelain behind you.

The water is almost at a scalding temperature, but it feels amazing on your skin, immediately relaxing the tension in your limbs that you didn’t even notice before.

“There you go, babygirl’, just relax n’ I’ll be downstairs, yell for me if ya’ need me.”

“Wait-“ you quickly say as your eyes shoot open and you lift your body up, causing your tits to surface from the water with clouds of soapy bubbles over them. Joel stops his movements and looks at you in the bathtub, waiting to hear what you have to say.

“You’re not gonna come in with me?”

Joel’s jaw clenches at your soft voice and the question, “Only if ya’ want me to,” he smirks back at you. All you do is nod and move your body closer to the faucet so he can slide in behind you. He watches the way the water moves with your body, and he starts to strip himself of the basketball shorts and his dark gray t-shirt, dropping them in the pile of your clothes.

Your cunt clenches at the sight of Joel naked in front of you. His chest and belly full of dark hair, his tan skin underneath, his cock hard up against his lower abdomen, and his thick legs beneath - he’s the perfect man, physically and emotionally.

He steps over the ledge and sinks into the same water you’re in, the bubbles and water now only an inch away from spilling over the edge of the tub. He slowly maneuvers your body so your back is against his chest, and you feel his cock lay against your lower back. Your head falls to his shoulder and leans into the crook of his neck, and your hands rest on his thighs that bend on the outside of yours.

Joel’s strong arms hook around your waist, one hand spreads against your lower belly and his right hand lightly grabs your inner thigh and raises it out of the water to hook your calf on the outer edge of the tub. The drastic temperature change between the water and the air causes goosebumps to rise on your skin, and Joel chuckles. You feel the rumble at your back as he does.

“Now, I want you to listen,” he whispers in your ear as he drags his fingers down your thigh and submerges back into the bubbles and water, stopping right at the crease before your mound.

“My moon n’ stars, you’re beautiful inside n’ out.” He bends his face and you feel his stubble tickle your neck as he starts to leave soft kisses between his words. His hands are still on your lower belly and thigh, giving soft squeezes to your skin; the mixture of it all causes soft moans to escape your lips, but you want more.

“You deserve nothin’ but the best things in life,” the hand on your thigh lowers and hovers over your aching cunt; your hips rise to try to feel him, causing the water to spill a little bit.

“My baby’s needy, huh?”

Mhmm, is all you can force yourself to do as you dig your fingers into his thick thighs and bite your bottom lip as you let him continue to leave sloppy kisses on your neck. Your stomach feels like it has dropped into a sinkhole, you’re just waiting for his touch so you can relax that overwhelming feeling. And just like that, his middle and ring finger swipe from your slick hole to your clit, your back arches and a broken moan leaves your throat from the sensation.

“Love when you finally give in, the noises you make,” his two fingers softly circle your clit and your right hand comes up to hook around the back of his head as you turn your face to meet him.

“N’ the way your body moves,” he whispers into your mouth as he kisses you with moans between each one. His fingers swirl slow circles on your clit for a moment before he lowers them and slowly inserts them in your small hole. The moan that leaves your lips is swallowed by Joel’s kisses as he pumps his fingers in and out, “So tight baby, relax,”

You try but you can’t. You’re so overstimulated from his fingers, his palm hitting your clit with each thrust, his cock throbbing behind you, and his other hand now pinching your left nipple.

I love you, my sweet girl, you look so damn pretty when you’re full of my fingers, your cheeks get so flushed and the way you can’t form words, just drunk off of the love.

You’ve never felt so loved before, this was all about you and Joel being able to do things for you - you’re finally starting to understand the appeal of Valentine’s Day. Pure love.

“That’s it darlin’, just like that. I’m right here.”

You break the kiss and lean your face into his neck, arm still wrapped around his head behind you, and you finally let that coil snap. With the last pump of his fingers, your back arches and you feel this tension release in your hips. Joel, fuck, you repeat into his neck as you calm down from the orgasm he just ripped from you, as he continues to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you.

Shhh, pretty girl, I gotchu, he purrs as his left arm lowers around your waist so you don’t slide down too far into the water.

By now the water has cooled down, and it’s still warm but any longer and the two of you will be laying in a cool bath, which is fun for no one. Joel waits until your breathing has calmed down, and when it does, he taps your thigh that’s still hooked onto the outside of the tub. It jumps a little before you submerge it back into the bath water.

You and Joel chuckle at your body’s response, “You ready, dear?” You lift your face to look into his and you nod with a fucked-out look on yours. “You gotta carry me though,” you laugh as you say it, causing Joel to smile ear-to-ear and a deep laugh leaves his chest, “Was already plannin’ on it baby.”

Joel taps you once again to tell you to lean forward for him to get out, which you do. You watch him grab his black robe off the wall and slip it on as he ties it loosely in front of him. He then goes to grab yours and throws it over his shoulder, his hands then reach for yours to grab onto. You smile as you lift your hands into his and with the help of him pulling, you’re able to stand up and step out of the white tub. Water and suds drip down your body as Joel brings your rope around your body and lets you slide your arms into the soft material, then he ties the string to keep it together.

The smile has not dropped from your face, and you don’t think it will any time soon. Joel now has a softer smile over his, like he sees your opinion changing of valentine's right in front of him.

Joel takes your hand and leads you to the barn door once more as he opens it and tells you to lay down on the king size mattress you two share. Your brain is too foggy to try to refuse, so you climb on the navy comforter that smells of Joel. When you reach the pillows and turn around to lean against the headboard, you notice Joel holding the tray that’s full of the chocolate covered fruits that you forgot about.

Your face lights up as the sight of the chocolate strawberries, pineapples, and melons. So much so that Joel chuckles, I knew you forgot about these. He walks over to the side of the bed and sets the tray on your lap, he then grabs the TV remote that’s on your nightstand and he turns it to the station that plays movies that you always seem to love.

As you shove your face with the fruit, you also watch the guide on the TV as Joel scrolls and you look in the top left corner which reads, “2:48PM”. You almost choke when you realize that you two spent over an hour and a half in the bath, it definitely did not seem that long.

“There it is,” Joel says out loud as he clicks on the 234 channel, “Look at that, Good Will Hunting,” he turns his body to gauge your reaction, which is amazing nonetheless.

“How did-“

“Don’t. A magician never reveals his secrets. Now, I’m gonna’ go start dinner-“

“You’re not gonna watch with me?” You pout, setting down the small strawberry you were about to pop into your mouth.

“I mean, I had a couple more things planned, darlin’.” He replies but he watches your posture and how your eyes lower with sadness, it’s like a gut punch to him to see you like this.

“But if you’d rather sit up here n’ watch this, I’d be more than happy to do that with you.”

Your face brightens when you hear his voice tell you that with pure sincerity. You nod your head quickly, yes, please, baby, spills out of your mouth and you scoot over for him to sit next to you. He chuckles and climbs into the spot you cleared for him. “Wanna’ share?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

The laugh that leaves your chest causes Joel to blush and smile like an idiot. “My bad baby, of course.” You grab the tray and lay half of it on your lap and the other half on Joel’s. You lean into Joel’s side, he lifts his arm and rests it over your opposite shoulder as the two of you watch Matt Damon solve a ridiculous math question.

“So did I change your mind?” Joel’s question vibrates your body against his.

You take a second to answer him, you raise your eyes off of the TV and to Joel’s face where he’s already looking at yours below him.

“Order some Chinese takeout, and you sure did.”

Joel’s laughs and shakes his head, deal, darlin’. The same smile you had from the bath, takes over your face again as you push yourself up to kiss his soft lips.

“I love you, thank you.”

“Anything for you pretty girl, I love you more than the moon n’ stars combined.”

He kisses you one more time before he grabs his phone from his nightstand and goes to the menu for your favorite Chinese restaurant down the street. You bury your body more into Joel’s black robe, and you lower your eyes back to the movie.

Matt Damon bangs on the restaurant window, “You like apples?” The other dude nods his head, and Matt slams the napkin with the girl's number on it on the window, “How do you like them apples?” All his friends laugh as they walk into the street.

[jigujellee]

(gif creds) SOMETHING THERE -> minji kim is a problem you can't seem to solve.

minji x reader word count: 1.2k warnings: just some swearing and minji being frustrating

a/n: i honestly dk what this is... it could be way better but i was really itching to put something out. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy it! (not proofread as usual lmao)

“this one is wrong too, y/n” minji circles the incorrect answer you wrote with her red marker. “you know, it’s mistakes like these that can make or break scores,” she looks to you and smiles before continuing to mark the practice test she specifically made for you.

you gaze at the dark haired girl in front of you. she held your hand, thumb gently caressing your knuckles. her eyebrows were creased as she concentrated on your test. she was sporting the baseball cap you always wore and was drowning in your favourite oversized hoodie that was almost twice the size as her. she’s unaware that you’d been staring at her this whole time, trying to study her and figure her out.

because honestly, minji kim is so fucking confusing.

your ears perk up when you hear a familiar voice coming from down the hallway. you take a quick look in the mirror that hung on your locker door, ensuring you looked somewhat presentable for the girl about to pass by you. you close the door just in time to find minji just a few steps from you.

“hey minji!” you beam a bright smile her way. “are we still good for later? i can order takeout if you-”

“mhm, i’ll meet you at the gate” she says robotically, not even bothering to reciprocate your smile which has now faded as you watch her walk past you without sparing another word or glance towards you.

oddly enough, that’s how minji always was with you in school. she never uttered more than a sentence towards you and rarely ever smiled in your direction. you noticed she wasn’t this cold to anyone else, and she definitely wasn’t like this whenever you two were along together in the comfort of your own home.

it was almost like a routine. once your front door closes, she’ll make her way into your arms to intoxicate herself with the smell of your cologne while she lets herself sink into you. she’s exhausted again, you’ll think to yourself as you peek down at the girl resting in your arms. “ready to study?” she’ll ask as she peels herself away from your body. then she’ll grab your hands and leads you to the dining table to start your tutoring session. that’s how it always was with minji. maybe she only knew how to love you behind closed doors, and you were okay with that if it meant getting to experience what it was like to be loved by her.

the sound of the doorbell causes you to nearly trip down the stairs as you make your way to the front entrance. when the person you’ve been expecting appears in front of you, you instantly hold up your test paper to the girl, making sure you’re flashing the big red 97% right in front of her eyes. she lets herself in and grabs it for herself, and you watch a smile grow as she flipped through each page before she excitedly starts jumping around.

“see, i knew you could do it! i’m so proud of you y/n,” she wraps her arms around your neck and tries to pull you in for a tight hug, but you take her arms off of you and push her away gently.

“minji wait, stop.” the girl backs down and creates some distance between you two, confusion making its way on her face. “what’s wrong y/n?”

“i don’t think it’s fair that you act like this around me now and then be a bitch again once you leave.”

the arm holding your test drops by her side as the other reaches up to pinch the bridge of her nose, irritation and disappointment evident on her face. she lets out a deep sigh, “bro please, not this conversation again.”

“no bro. every time i try to bring this up, you always shut it down. can’t you see i’m tired of all your stupid games?” you spat. “whatever this is needs to stop because i can’t fucking understand you at all.”

“what games are you talking about? y/n, i’m here to tutor you just like you asked me to, so i don’t know where all of this is coming from.”

“oh my fucking god minji, what is wrong with you?” her expression remains blank, waiting for you to continue the conversation.

“why do you act like you don’t have feelings for me?” she nearly laughs at your question

“what the hell made you think i have feelings for you?”

you looked at her in disbelief. every word minji spoke to you, even if it had to be behind closed doors, were enough to make you believe she felt something for you too. hell, her voice alone was enough to have you kicking your feet and twirling your hair like some fool who was madly in love. you always disregarded how cold she would be in public and tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, always trying to give her any possible explanation for her attitude towards you whenever you weren’t being tutored, but now you don’t know what to think. if you were confused before, now you were just lost at this point.

“do you not see yourself when we’re alone together?”

“y/n, you need to stop overthinking how i act around you.”

“are you being for real right now? bro you-”

“honestly, i think you’re an idiot for thinking that i’d have any feelings for you.”

her words rang in your ears, echoing over and over like a broken record. there’s no way you misinterpreted how she was acting towards you. anyone who saw you two together would believe that you two were a thing. fuck, even you believed that something was there between the two of you.

“then why the fuck do you act like this when we’re alone?”

“act like what? you know friends can act like this too, y/n.”

“no, you know what? forget it. i think you should just go, i can study on my own,” you seethe through gritted teeth, fists tightly clenched as you fought the tears forming in your eyes.

“what, you’re getting rid of me? with finals aroun-”

“get out of my house, minji. please.” she opens her mouth in attempts to protest, but instead just accepts defeat and turns to leave.

she stands on your front porch and could hear you sobbing before being startled by the sound of glass shattering on the ground. for what seemed like hours, she internally debates whether she should go inside and check on you or just go straight home. she raises her fist to knock on the door but quickly changes her mind and chooses to make her way home because she knew the last thing you wanted was to see her right now.

minji is a smart girl. she’s a straight A student who knew how to solve problems that others had trouble doing, which is why you asked her to tutor you in the first place. now she was the one who was confused.

why couldn’t she just admit that she was in love with you?

[bbutterflies]

i was gonna request angst but oh my god . shadyclaw and taking care of the other after a fight.

SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!!!! here u go isa some emos just for u…

tw: blood

Claw Noir was only out because he was tired of being Adrien for today. After a grueling photoshoot where he’d been completely ignored by his dad, the last thing he wanted was to sit in his empty house and pretend things were fine. He was irritated to see Shadybug out, too, toying with her yo-yo as she wandered across rooftops.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with you,” Claw sneered, hoping to get a rise out of her. It would at least be more fun than he’d had all day.

Shadybug rolled her eyes. “I’ve had a shit day, fleabag. I don’t need you to make it worse.”

Claw Noir scowled back at her. “Ever imagine my life might be worse than whatever stupid drama you have going on?”

“Fuck off!” Shadybug shoved him by the shoulders. “You think you’re so special, don’t you? No one could be as sad as you?”

“Maybe I do.” Claw shoved her back. “Definitely worse than you, roach. What could you possibly have going on? Not the prettiest girl in school?”

Shady threw a punch that Claw easily dodged. “You’re so pathetic.”

“You’re the one who can’t land a hit.”

“You’ll just go home and cry to mommy about it, won’t you?”

It flipped a switch. This wasn’t funny anymore. Claw lunged forward to try to strike back, but Shady caught his wrist. “Shut up!” he hissed.

“Oh, does mommy not love you?” she said, tightening her grip.

Claw grabbed her arm in both of his hands and used her own leverage to flip her over his shoulder. She landed on her back with a growl and wasted no time in kicking her legs up straight into Claw’s stomach. He didn’t let go. “You don’t get to talk about my mom!”

“Who’s gonna stop me?” Shadyclaw pulled down and Claw slammed into the rooftop next to her.

He didn’t give her an answer. She didn’t deserve it. He’d just have to show her.

She’d managed to get onto her knees, leaning over him with her first already made, but he wasn’t going to just take it. He needed the upper hand back. A kick to her side was enough to catch her off guard so he could jump back up to his own feet.

They knew each other well, for better or worse, and Claw predicted her next move of trying to knock his feet out from under him. He dodged, and she did the same when he tried to pin her back to the ground.

It was a familiar give and take, push and pull; they did this often. Claw would never admit it out loud, but he enjoyed it. Sometimes after a particularly bad day, the only thing he could count on was Shadybug being in just as bad a mood.

Claw wasn’t going to let her off easy, though. He was aiming for her shoulder, trying to knock her off balance, but she moved and his claws caught her face instead. She lunged forward, her shoulder catching Claw in his stomach and forcing him to double over. When he looked up again, something was wrong. Bright red and dripping down her cheek.

“Stop it!” Claw Noir grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her back against the nearest wall.

Shady struggled in his grip. “Get your paws off of me!”

“You’re bleeding!” he hissed. “Sit still for one second!”

Shadybug glared back but did as he asked.

Claw Noir reached a hand out towards her cheek, gingerly brushing his fingers near the marks he’d left. She hissed in pain – he’d done a good job.

He didn’t apologize. He never did. But he could at least try to fix it.

“Just leave it,” Shadybug said. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do!” Claw Noir glared at her. “Shut up!”

Shadybug glared back at him but kept her mouth firmly shut.

Claw shrugged off his jacket (it’s not like they had much else in the way of first aid) and tore off part of a sleeve. He was pretty sure it’d fix itself the next time he transformed, anyway, but he didn’t really care either way. He pressed the fabric against the scratches in her cheek to try to stop the bleeding.

“Ow!”

“Do you want my help or not?”

Shadybug huffed. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Lucky Charm yourself a mirror, then, genius. It’s bleeding a lot.”

Shady reached up to where her suit met skin and pulled her hand away to look at the blood on her fingers. She didn’t say anything. She just looked so defeated.

“I didn’t mean it,” Claw Noir said.

“I know. It’s fine.” She shrugged. “Maybe I’ll get a cool scar out of it.”

“You’ll finally have something to thank me for.”

“Whatever, fleabag,” she said, but Claw was pretty sure he saw a hint of a smile on her face.

[brackishkittie]

ex-factor, abby anderson

— toxic!abby anderson x black!reader

synopsis: toxic abby headcanons because I’m having a really bad abby brainrot rn. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 ( I’ll probably make a full fic abt this later. )

c/n: very very nasty hate(?) sex, choking, slapping, strap riding, degradation, overstimulation, mirror sex, abby cussin you out, hair pulling, clit slapping. ( it’s alot I know..) she’s horrible tbh.

a/n: THIS SHIT TOOK SO FUCKING LONGGGG. I’ve been working on this shit for like maybe 6 months because I’ve been putting it off for so long but it was worth it…😞🙏🏾 (edit:) this was supposed to come out in 2023. ( INCONSISTENT ASS !!! )

daily click | ways to help palestine | important tlou post

idea inspo: @beetlejuice-e ofc I gotta give my creds n inspo!! pls check out niyah’s works especially her toxic abby series!!

✮ ˚ — toxic!abby who will surely text yo ass off a burner account on insta and if you don’t answer that? girl no caller id will definitely be callin you and cussin you out.

“who the fuck do you think you’re blocking?” her voice rings out on the other side of the screen. “abigail don’t play on my phone please..” you sigh loudly due to how sick of her bullshit you were. “oh I’m playin on it. unblock me.” she replies swiftly. “girl you not about to irritate me on MY phone. bye.” and you hang up. abby won’t back down though. she’ll be RELENTLESSSSS over that unblock. she’ll even post ts on her story talkin bout “unblock me.” ( obviously you’ll unblock her..but she annoyin asl!! )

✮ ˚ — toxic!abby who’ll be mad at you for posting you and your friend together. even if she has met said friend or knows them in general. she don’t gaf. she’ll slide up on the story with a “who’s that?” and you be like “that’s so and so” and then here go abby ass.. “why she so fucking close?? tell her move a bit.”

✮ ˚ — toxic!abby who comes to your house mad as hell because you didn’t pickup the phone after you two got into an argument. she’ll bang on your door and she won’t go away until you let her in. when you do let her in though, she’s cussing you out and you two get back to arguing. she’s all in your face and yelling at you for not answering and acting “bitchy”. you manage to push her away from you and walk into your room, but all she does is follow you into your room while still angrily screaming at you. “where the fuck are you going?” abby is absolutely livid and staring you down. “I’m trying to get away from you, abigail.” you respond with an obvious hint of annoyance. abby who doesn’t say a word and pushes you onto the wall, leaving barely any space between you two. “who the fuck are you talking to, y/n?.”

✮ ˚ — toxic!abby who loves it everytime you get surprised when she takes the initiative of grabbing you by your face and pushing her tongue deep into your mouth. her hands groping and smacking your ass. abby throws you onto the bed, already taking off her black t-shirt and signaling for you to take off your clothes. you knew the drill. it was a never ending cycle and you fell for it everytime. abby lifts your legs onto her shoulders and smiles as soon as her eyes fell onto your pretty pussy. “fucking slut. I barely did anything yet.” she said as you felt her fingers brush your clit. “I want you to keep your eyes on me. if you look away, you won’t be able to cum.” you nod and watch her slip two fingers into your wet cunt, watching her tongue putting in work. she sloppily eats you out like she’s been dreaming of it.

you shut your eyes and abby almost instantly slapped your clit, making your eyes fly open. “I said to keep your fucking eyes on me..” her nails dug deeper into your soft skin, she’s eating you out with such aggression and knowing that turned you on even more. you gripped her hair and bucked your hips. you felt yourself reaching your high and your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell open. “holy shittttt!— abby please..” you continued watching her tongue work in and out of you, her thumb rubbing at your sensitive clit, and her eyes shooting up at you making sure you were watching her like she told you to. you thought maybe she was just gonna go easy on you tonight because it was a small fight, right? “face down. ass up.” she said as she glared at you.

✮ ˚ — toxic!abby who loves seeing you take her strap, her eyes almost glued to the mirror as your ass bounced off her. abby fucking the anger out of you so well that you nearly forgot why you were so mad at her. abby taps your face lightly when she sees you basically go blank for a second. “don’t pass out on me now baby. you had all that fuckin mouth for me earlier.” she stuffs two fingers into your mouth and you finally find the energy to let out some form of words. “too fucking muchhh! fuck..!” your mouth agape when you feel abby fucking into you deeper. “so fuckin nasty..” she grins and reaches for your hair, pulling and tugging at it while picking up her pace as she drilled the strap into you. you were too fucked out to even speak at this point. your head was spinning, your thoughts were scrambled, and your heart was racing. abby pulled her fingers out of your mouth and looked at you in the mirror, “look at me in the mirror, pretty. are you ready to apologize?” abby tilted her head. she knew everything was her fault but for her to apologize for it? hell no. “fuck you abigail.” you responded quickly as she miserably pounded into you. her grin was completely wiped off her face in an instant once you said that.

✮ ˚ — toxic!abby who found amusement in you riding her strap. your body clearly tired and about to give out but all she does is plant kisses on your tits and grope them, sucking and licking your tender nipples. “abby please..I’m sorry! no more! I can’t- take it.” you’re losing it at this point. you’ve reached a new point of ‘fucked out’ and abby was gonna use that shit to her advantage. “say it again.” abby stared at you intently — she knew exactly how to make you forget about everything and that was through the movement of her hips. “I love you a lot baby, you gotta stop making me mad..” she purred at you with a subtle smirk on her face. “oh my god.” you pant out, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling yourself closer to her. you place your chin onto her shoulder and continue to roll your hips, bouncing on her strap needily. you can sense yourself reaching your high once again as you dug your nails into her skin. she snakes her hand around your waist and whispers to you softly, “deep breaths baby, let it out. cmon.” abby coos as she talks you through your orgasm, rubbing your back ever so gently.

✮ ˚ — toxic!abby whose way of aftercare was to clean you two up, cuddle you, and maybe..subtly gaslight you into believing that you’re the reason she acts the way that she does. she’s treating you as if you were delicate almost like a small bubble. abby knew that you being devoid of energy, her being so gentle with you, and talking to you with the most smoothest and kindest voice she could put on, you would fall for it. you had your head on her chest, basking in her scent and letting her delude your thoughts like it was nothing. abby knew it was wrong. did she feel bad? in another universe maybe. she just wanted you to herself. “you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, right? I love you so much baby.” she said to you sweetly. all you could to is hum in response while you smiled at the affection that she was showing you. to you and abby, this was just another friday..but to your friends…that’s its own story for another day.

tags: none cs I’m js clearing drafts out. 🧘🏾 🎀

[yeschefthankyouchef]

okay so in the time between the last chapter and this one i made a new blog that is just for my hyperfixation on the bear - so hello, it’s me.

so happy to see that you are making a full series out of this?! i’m so obsessed with your writing - getting the tone right for these characters has got to be so difficult and you make it look so easy. i absolutely cannot wait to see where this story goes!!

kinda mad at myself for reading this chapter when i don’t have time to read chapter 3 because it’s going to be on my mind all night i promise you that much.

“If this had been your first time spending a holiday with them, you were sure your fight or flight alarms would be blaring right now.”

me watching fishes fr - my anxiety was shot through the roof the entire episode bahaha. just wanted to give carmy a lil hug the entire time

“You let out a small chuckle pulling the older girl into a much-needed hug for the both of you.”

i think all of my problems would be solved by a nat hug. i need her as a bestie and as an older sister and ugh.

“You tell me what teenage girl didn’t have a crush on Johnny Castle, I will forever cherish your mom for letting me watch Dirty Dancing on my 14th birthday.”

just when i thought i couldn’t get more obsessed with this story - this is such a perfect backstory and i love it.

“Plus I think Mikey just did it to make me feel better, that was around the time my mom was having all her health issues.”

the older brother bestie vibes are so strong. also her dressing up as baby for halloween is so me with my hyperfixations

“And as Carmy slowly made his way to follow you out of the house you decided today was the day you were getting answers, call it Carmy’s last-minute Christmas gift to you”

i get the feeling this isn’t going to be much of a gift😶😶😶

“It wasn’t like that.” He scoffed his irritation becoming ever present, it wasn’t you he was irritated with, it was the fact that he knew exactly what he needed to tell you, wanted to tell you but he wouldn’t allow himself to.”

idiots in love - i love them and i hate them at the same time. just let yourselves be happy damnit!

“yo-you just left me, and I was in a whole new place alone, and I felt like such a fucking fraud. And I needed you Carmen, I fucking needed you and…and the crazy part is you got every single one of my calls and texts, I fucking know you did.”

oh my god!! this is so heartbreaking and so powerful i love her and will defend her to the end of time. justice for baby fr

"He been treating you right?”

carmy NO. BAD. don’t do this you fool

“Like sometimes it’s just exhausting to even fucking exist and-and there’s no rule book for this shit, but sometimes even your absolute best will never be good enough ya know? Like no matter how hard you try it doesn’t fucking matter because you’re just gonna die someday anyway?”

all. the. time.

“Mikey’s hugs were like magic, a bear hug so comforting and warm, his arms made you feel safe, and protected.”

this is 100000% fucking canon to me. i need a mikey hug asap.

“Alright, you fucking smart ass.” Mikey reached up to flick your nose, a small gesture carried on from childhood.”

their relationship is everything and more to me - the banter? the love? the everything? you write the entire family so well and i can’t get enough of it.

“I love you brother bear.”

BROTHER BEAR? BROTHER BEAR? SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I LOSE IT.

chapter 2 | the weight of exsisting

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pairings: platonic!mikey berzatto x fem!reader | carmen berzatto x fem!reader (future)

summary: you and carmy try to get to the bottom of your issues, only for carmy to sow further division between you two, leading you to share some unwelcome thoughts regarding life with mikey.

warnings: angst? | talk of no longer existing (su!c!de) | probably ooc characters | language (cussing) | wonky timeline (b/c time doesn’t exist to me apparently) | so much pseudo sibling love that i’m not ready for mikey’s exit : ( | please don’t hesitate to let me know if i missed anything!

wc: 4.5k

You had been at the Berzatto family home for an hour now, and everything was in absolute chaos. You thanked your lucky stars for growing up around this family. If this had been your first time spending a holiday with them, you were sure your fight or flight alarms would be blaring right now. You had been in the kitchen with Donna ever since your and Carmy’s stifled meeting earlier in the evening.

You loved Donna, really you did, and you appreciated everything she did for you when your mom couldn’t. But if you knew anything by being an honorary member of the Berzatto family, you knew that being in the kitchen with Donna during the holidays wasn’t the most pleasant of places to be. And you saw your perfect escape when Carmy entered the kitchen, removing Donna’s attention from you and the conversation about how the world of journalism was treating you since you last came home in November.

Your eyes caught Carmy’s as he was swept into his mom’s explanations about what needed to go in the oven and when. You flashed a smile nodding as a sign of encouragement, you were rewarded with a small twitch of his lips before you disappeared into the hallway intending to take a lap around the house and greet the other guests scattered around the house.

The body leaning against the kitchen wall, seemingly trying to become one with the wallpaper caught your attention. Upon further inspection, you realized it was Natalie, a face you were more than happy to see after being in the same house together for over an hour. You gently brushed your hand across her shoulder doing your best not to startle her, her head shot up worry inked in her blue eyes, a deep breath leaving her as she took in whose presence was invading her space.

“Hey Baby,” The slight uptick of her lips showed you just how exhausted she already was, her eyes searching yours for any answers regarding the constant worries shooting through her mind. “How’ve you been, are you alright, I know mom can be a bit much during the holidays.” You let out a small chuckle pulling the older girl into a much-needed hug for the both of you.

“Do you ever take a moment to stop worrying about everyone else and focus on yourself?” You asked her pulling back slightly to further take in her appearance. You loved Nat dearly, she was pretty much the sister you never had, but you hated how she would run herself dry trying to fix everything for everybody else.

You squeezed her hand that was still clutched in yours letting her know that she wasn’t alone and could rely on you if need be. You pushed a stray piece of hair out of her face watching as she leaned her head back against the wall taking a moment for herself. “You worry about everyone Nat, but who worries about you love?” You questioned, and she knew this was no rhetorical question, you expected a genuine answer.

Allowing Nat to take in your words you walked around to the other side of her to lean against the wall next to her, she turned her head watching you take up a similar position as she. “Are you reciting lines from a self-help book?” Your eyes met hers watching as the edges crinkled signifying the smile she now wore, you huffed letting out a chuckle and knocking your shoulder into hers.

“You’re laughing Nat, but I’m serious. And even if I did steal that line from some book, I think it applies scarily well to you Sugar.” The last words spilled from your lips in a sarcastic tone, your eyebrows raising as she rolled her eyes at the sound of her nickname bestowed upon her by her Berzatto counterparts.

“I made a mistake Baby, you chose your nickname.” Nat deadpanned

You laughed, the sound drowned out by whatever conversation everyone else in the house was having. “You tell me what teenage girl didn’t have a crush on Johnny Castle, I will forever cherish your mom for letting me watch Dirty Dancing on my 14th birthday.” You sighed dreamily watching as Natalie shook her head at your antics.

“Baby, that is such a lame excuse,” Nat laughed, turning to face you. “You literally wouldn’t answer to anything else but Baby for a whole week after your birthday. Need I remind you, you took your obsession further and dressed up for Halloween as Baby.” She laughed, her voice filled with what you realized was a reminiscent tone, “I can’t believe you suckered Mikey into dressing up as Johnny though.”

You smiled remembering back to the exact Halloween she was talking about, “Carmy’s head was too far up his ass to dress up with me.” You huffed recalling how Carmy swore up and down that he was too old to dress up anymore. “Plus I think Mikey just did it to make me feel better, that was around the time my mom was having all her health issues.” You shrugged not thinking too much about Mikey’s motivations.

You finally turned to face Natalie, your positioning mirroring hers, “What do you say we find your mom’s old photo albums and hang out with Tiff for a few.” You suggested holding your hand up as Nat was about to give you some excuse to not take a beat for herself. “Shut up Nat your moms will be fine she’s got Ratatouille in the kitchen with her and about a hundred fucking bums in the living room.” Your dig at Carmy brings a slight smile to her face.

The sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen caught your attention a mumbled “Fuck.” Meeting your ears followed by a more coherent “I don’t fucking come home to be compared to a fucking French rat.”

You shared a knowing smile with Natalie, the two of you giggling like school girls in the hallway outside of the kitchen, “I’ll grab the photo albums,” You heard Nat mumble as she walked in the direction you presumed Donna kept the family keepsakes. The minute Nat was out of your sight you let out a deep sigh, you couldn’t help the impending feeling that things were going to get a lot more hectic in the coming hours, and taking a minute to relax with Nat and catch up with Tiff was an out you were definitely looking to take advantage of. Resting your head back against the wall eyes closing as the minutes ticked by while you waited for Nat to collect you, you knew deep down that break wouldn’t be coming but holding on to the idea of a little calmness in a situation helped you fool yourself into believing everything would be alright.

“You good?” Your eyes shot open as the all too familiar voice of Carmen Berzatto filled your ears, though what should’ve alerted you to his presence was the scent of his cologne, a scent you hadn’t smelled in a very long time, yet somehow your body instinctively remembered. You looked to see him standing idly in the doorway of the kitchen, a fresh cigarette hanging from his lips. “Uh, I’m gonna get a quick smoke in, did you - I know you don’t smoke - but you look - and.” You cut his pathetic ramblings off, not quite in the mood to play finish the lyric with him.

“Yeah Carm, I’ll join you outside.” You nodded passing him by to head towards the door, being in the same vicinity as him after so long made you physically ache. And now that you had seen him and deduced that he was in good health, you couldn’t help but feel a little pissed off at the lack of contact between the two of you. No, it wasn’t even a lack of contact. Carmy dropped you like a bad habit and never looked back. As you made your way to the front porch you tried to reason with yourself that Carmy didn’t owe you anything, he didn’t owe you his friendship, or his time, no matter how long you two had known each other. If Carmen woke up one day and decided you were no longer an essential part of his life, he was well within his rights to do so, he was a grown man for crying out loud. But what you wouldn’t stand for, what your brain couldn’t allow you to accept was being cut off with no explanation, you were sure this whole situation between the two of you would’ve hurt less if he had just explained to you why you were no longer good for him.

And maybe you were lying to yourself, and the explanation would have actually made things worse, but you couldn’t change what already was. And as Carmy slowly made his way to follow you out of the house you decided today was the day you were getting answers, call it Carmy’s last-minute Christmas gift to you.

The two of you stood next to each other. A good distance between you two, Carmy respecting you enough to not smoke directly next to you. Carmy tried his hardest to not steal glimpses of you in his peripheral vision, but it was hard not to when you were standing there beside him. If times were different he might’ve reached out to touch you, to assure himself you were physically here with him. To remind himself of what once was between the two of you. What could no longer be?

“Uh-um how have you bee-”

“Why?” You interrupted him, not particularly in the mood for his avoidance tactics.

“Wha-what?” He turned to face you and you wanted to laugh, you weren’t sure if he was genuinely confused or acting incompetent so you’d be the one to apologize. You copied his stance, eyes tracing across every inch of his face, you gave in with a sigh. Carmy was never one to weaponize any incompetence he may have had, you weren’t even sure if he knew how.

“Why are you asking Carmen, do you actually care, or are you just trying to make small talk?” You watched as he removed the cigarette from between his lips, holding it in the hand furthest from you and turning his face in the opposite direction to release the nicotine-scented air from his lungs.

He ran his free hand through his hair, something that used to drive you crazy, but now standing in this moment with him you couldn’t be bothered to feed into the childhood crush your weak heart still harbored for him. “I-I care, I didn - it was never my intention to cut you off.” He said searching your eyes for any signs that you were listening to understand, and not just listening to rebuttal.

“We grew up together Carmen, if you didn’t want me in your life anymore you could’ve just told me.” You felt the telltale signs of tears welling up in your eyes, your eyes stinging as you fought hard to keep them from spilling.

“It wasn’t like that.” He scoffed his irritation becoming ever present, it wasn’t you he was irritated with, it was the fact that he knew exactly what he needed to tell you, wanted to tell you but he wouldn’t allow himself to. Carmy didn’t know how to express what was running through his mind right now without becoming a stuttering mess as his mind raced too fast for his mouth to keep up with.

You let out a sardonic laugh “That’s exactly what it felt like Carmen. I’m not gonna pretend to act like I know what your life is like right now, but the least you could do is shoot me a text letting me know you’re okay. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be consistent Carm, I jus-I care about you so much that it hurts.” You choked the words out not knowing how you could get him to understand how much his actions affected you.

“I mean, I know we went our separate ways, and I promise I’m not desperately trying to hang off you or some shit Carm, but yo-you just left me, and I was in a whole new place alone, and I felt like such a fucking fraud. And I needed you Carmen, I fucking needed you and…and the crazy part is you got every single one of my calls and texts, I fucking know you did.” You were ranting now and maybe it wasn’t fair to Carmy to drop this on him all at once, but what else were you supposed to do when you knew things would just resort to the way they’ve been once the holiday season was over and you were both back on your respective sides of the country.

“Listen, Baby, I’m sorry I kno-,”

“You promised Carmen,” The words slipped through your lips in a whisper so quiet it was almost lost to the wind. “You promised you would call me Carmen, and I know that may not have meant much to you, but it meant everything to me, you meant everything to me Carmen.” The wind had taken your voice and ran with it, Mother Nature doing her best to soothe the two broken souls before her.

Carmen closed his eyes tilting his head back to the sky, it was selfish, he knew it was the moment the thought crossed his mind, but those were the last words he wanted to ever hear from you. He took a second to try and collect the dozens of thoughts racing through his mind. Hoping to land on what he thought you wanted to hear, anything to soothe the indigestion starting to burn through his chest.

He came back to reality, eyes no longer looking in your direction, posture closed off signifying he was done with this conversation whether you agreed or not. He dropped the cigarette he had been holding the time wasted burning it down to the bud before taking a fresh one out of his pocket, cigarette lazily held between his lips as he brought his lighter up to the stick.

"He been treating you right?” He questioned head turning in your direction, but eyes never quite landing on your figure, as if he couldn’t stand to look at you.

And there it was exactly what you didn’t want to happen: Carmen's incessant need to avoid the tough conversations that he couldn’t help but make everyone else’s problem. You hastily patted your eyes to ensure any remaining tears didn’t make an appearance. “The fuck are you on about Carmen?” You snapped, having lost all desire to keep your emotions under control. No longer holding yourself back to appease whatever good nature was still between the two of you.

He gestured with his free hand back towards the house while sucking in a deep breath of tobacco and nicotine. “You and Mikey, I mea-it's just you two seemed pretty close earlier is all.” He chanced a glance in your direction, his soft blue eyes catching your stare before promptly turning away.

It took you a minute to digest what he was insinuating, a little offended that he deduced you to being Mikey’s bed warmer, all from whatever he thought he had been seeing this evening. If you were a violent person, you might’ve slapped him. You weren’t fucking Mikey and even if you were that was no longer Carmy’s business, he couldn’t just pick and choose the moments he wanted to make an appearance and provide input in your life.

You chuckled although the sound came out dry, no traces of humor to be found. You turned to Carmy and closed the distance between the two of you, snatching the cigarette from between his lips. You dropped it to the ground before stomping it out under the toe of your boot, “These things kill asshole.” You said before sauntering back towards the house, stopping a moment and turning to face him again, “And if I wanted to fuck your brother I don’t think I’d need your permission, Carmen.” With that, you entered the house leaving Carmy to stew with his thoughts and hopefully come to the conclusion that he made a bad situation even worse.

Carmy stayed outside a little while longer, he knew it was immature of him to avoid the conversation you wanted to have. He felt like a jackass for staring you in your face as he made the decision to disregard your feelings so easily. He kept telling himself he wasn’t a bad guy, a loop with those words playing in his brain as he did his best to convince himself. But what sort of fucking masochist breaks their own heart to escape the realities of a life he’ll never have. You were right, Carmen was an asshole but he knew he couldn’t continue to allow himself to want something as marvelous as love with you, he just wasn’t deserving. Not that he thought Mikey was any better of an option, but if it kept you in his life so be it.

You made your way through the house, looking for any space that you could compose yourself in, not wanting to ruin anyone else’s Christmas with your unpleasant mood. You did your best to quickly walk past the room containing the Fak Brothers and Steven. Any other time you would have sat comfortably next to Stevie as raptly intrigued as he was with the Fak family shenanigans. But in those potential instances, you also wouldn’t have been overthinking every decision you made regarding your friendship with Carmen and wondering why you were no longer good enough.

Continuing your journey through the house narrowly avoiding guests as you went, you quickly backtracked as you noticed a familiar back blankly facing the pantry. You felt bad for even letting the thought cross your mind, but you weren’t sure if Mikey was the right person to seek comfort in, especially after the accusation Carmy had just laid at your feet.

It was ridiculous actually to let something Carmy said have such an impact on you within such a short amount of type. It was even more ridiculous to allow his immaturity to overshadow the bond that had been carefully curated between you and Mikey prior to his youngest brother’s absence and now.

You let out a defeated sigh stepping slightly forward to wrap you arms around Mikey’s torso, cheek settling into the space between his shoulder blades, “Your little brother is a fucking idiot.” You murmured, voice slightly muffled by Mikey’s back.

A rough laugh escaped through Mikey’s lips as he patted your hand resting on his stomach, “Sure is when it comes to you ain’t he?” He questioned removing himself from your hold to lean his back against the pantry doorway. You followed suit standing opposite of him, the two of you now face to face.

You took in Mikey’s features, brows pinching together at the far away look in his eyes. It always amazed you that no matter if Mikey was physically in front of you, there was always a chance he was mentally somewhere else. That was the one similarity you could pick out between the two Berzatto boys, while Mikey’s charisma did a good job of hiding it, Carmen’s awkwardness put it on full display.

You reached out tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, “How are you doing Mikey?” You were genuinely curious, it's not like you were oblivious to Mikey’s many faults, the difference was you didn’t think he was a lost cause like everyone else. And as hard as it was to admit it to yourself you would never address the fact that you romanticized who Mikey was as a person. The Mikey you knew as a little girl was still the same Mikey you saw standing before you, and maybe he had a few more demons in his closet than you had been aware of back then, but it felt egregiously wrong to align your Mikey with the boogeyman everyone else made him out to be.

Mikey laughed swatting your hand away, “It's the most wonderful time of the fucking year Baby, how do you think I’m doing?” Mikey’s adversity in answering your question wasn’t lost upon you, but you knew Mikey wasn’t one to openly talk about how he was feeling. If avoidance was what you were gonna get, you knew there was no chance of this conversation going anywhere. You were 0 for 2 with the Berzatto brothers this evening it seemed.

You sighed, knocking your head against the wall you were leaning on, eyes shifting downwards as you prepared yourself for the topic you were about to bring up, “Can I ask you a question, Mikey? And can you be serious with me for one minute?” You pleaded needing someone to validate the way you had been feeling since your less-than-enlightening conversation with Carmy.

Mikey nodded eyebrows pinching together, a lick of concern tickling down his spine. Mikey knew you just as well as he knew his actual siblings. Albeit the age difference Mikey grew up right there with you, watching you grow into the person you were now, learning your mannerisms, understanding you as a person. You hadn’t asked for it but Mikey made it his mission to know you just as well as the younger Berzatto’s, if you were gonna be tossed into his eccentric family due to circumstance, he would do his best to treat you like a bonus little sister.

The slight nod of his head queuing you to reveal your query, “Do you ever feel, I don’t know, like inadequate?” You questioned scratching your nails against the material of your skirt, too consumed by the idea that Mikey would write your odd inquiry off. “Like sometimes it’s just exhausting to even fucking exist and-and there’s no rule book for this shit, but sometimes even your absolute best will never be good enough ya know? Like no matter how hard you try it doesn’t fucking matter because you’re just gonna die someday anyway?”

You chanced a glance at Mikey hoping he wouldn’t take your very real insecurities as a joke. The blank stare in his eyes greeted you by telling you a different story. Mikey was a hard person to read, and though you believed you had cracked the code to his complex soul, it was in moments like these that you knew you couldn’t be more wrong.

The sudden movement of Mikey’s hands reaching up to cup your face and jerk your head closer to him almost causes you to lose balance. “Why the fuck would you say that?” The tone in Mikey’s voice caused you to try and shrink into yourself. “This got anything to do with my shithead little brother?”

Your eyes cast downwards not prepared for the intensity in Mikey’s eyes, your lips parting to respond before abruptly being cut off by Mikey, “Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you, Baby. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His hands redirected your gaze to his with a more gentle approach.

You shrugged your shoulders, feeling stupid for even talking like this in front of Mikey, “I’m not sure, to be honest. I talked to Carmy, and it went as well as you would guess. And I just, I don’t know, I guess I just got lost in my head. And work has been so stressful lately, I’m even considering moving back here.” You shook your head from his grip, “It's just nonsense, don’t worry about me. I think seeing Carmy after so long just made me spiral.” You offered him a small smile hoping it was as reassuring as you thought it was.

Mikey pulled you into a hug chin resting atop your head. The scene was oddly reminiscent of the hug you shared hours ago on the porch. Mikey’s hugs were like magic, a bear hug so comforting and warm, his arms made you feel safe, and protected. You felt a little selfish for constantly dumping your problems on Mikey, but he had become your closest confidant, you wish the same could be said about you from Mikey’s point of view, but you were already lucky enough that he shared what little nuggets of the inner working of his life that he did with you.

Mikey pulled back hands settling on your shoulders to get a good look at you, “Don’t let me hear you say shit like that again alright Baby?” You nodded the corner of your lips curving slightly as Mikey played the role of big brother and began scolding you. “You’re a great fucking girl alright, and don’t even worry about Carmy, you’ve got a heart of fucking gold. You’re like that motherfucker with the gold touch alright, and I need you Baby okay? I need you and that means something right, you’re fucking adequate these fuckers in this house wish they were you.”

You laughed the melodic sound filling the space between the two of you, “King Midas.”

Mikey’s hands dropped from their position on your shoulders frowning at you, “Who the fuck is that?”

“The motherfucker with the gold touch,” You joked.

“Alright, you fucking smart ass.” Mikey reached up to flick your nose, a small gesture carried on from childhood.

The two of you stood in the other’s presence for what felt like forever, no words needing to be passed between you. You and Mikey enjoy being in each other's company, using the pantry as a place of solace before returning to reality. The sound of Donna’s voice yelling about saltines and Carmy’s responding yell breaks the peaceful moment between you both. You glanced in the pantry spotting the saltines Carmy would be coming to acquire a small sigh leaving your lips. If Carmy was going to avoid a much-needed conversation, you would just avoid him. Sure it was petty but you wanted him to somehow get a taste of the suffering his lack of effort caused you.

“Well, this has been fun, but I should make myself scarce before Carmen accuses me of fucking you in the pantry of your family home.” You shot Mikey a sarcastic smile preparing to find some other hole to hide in before family dinner commenced.

“My little brother is a fucking idiot,” Mikey mumbled moving out of the way to allow you to pass by. You laughed glad that someone agreed with astute observation skills. Deciding to check on Tiff you made your way to the stairs before stopping at the landing.

“Hey.” You turned back to Mikey catching his attention for a brief moment, if the raise of his eyebrows was any conformation. “I love you brother bear.” You shot him a wink then proceeded to continue your previously decided journey.

Mikey watched your figure disappear up the stairs, a solemn smile resting on his lips. The idea that you had at one point harbored such unnerving thoughts scared him. But what scared him, even more, was he knew exactly what you were talking about

a/n: so i’m a liar : )

i fully intended for this to be the last chapter of the christmas episode but my creative juices said no. alas here is chapter 2, but mark my words the next chapter will be the end of the christmas arc because baby i’m exhausted. please shower me with feedback (constructive criticism), it really helps feed my creativity. and while i would love likes/comments/reblogs please interact with my work however you feel comfortable, my ask box is always open 💜

also also this might be a little self-indulgent idk, i have the “existing is exhausting” convo like every weak : (

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[kingkatsuki]

Guided Sex | Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x Reader

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟

Kinktober masterlist.

This is a extended part of this thirst post. 

Summary: Kirishima invites Shindou to one of their game nights when Sero can’t make it, and Bakugou is pissed. But once Shindou realises that you’re on the other side of the call with Bakugou, he has something else planned.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, guided sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, phone sex, m!masturbation mentioned, squirting, praise, still not proof-read sorry!

Word Count: 3.2k.

“Don’t be mean, Bakugou.” The cocky tone of Shindou’s voice radiated through the speaker, “Let her hear properly.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking one of his headphones out so he could place it inside your ear. Shifting his hips so your back was pressed firmly against his chest as he weaved his arms around your waist. Holding you tight against his body as you could now hear everything on the line clearly.

“She’s got a headphone in,” Bakugou muttered, the tent in his pants prodding your ass as you shuffled against it.

“She’s finally joined us, huh?” You could hear the grin in Shindou’s voice as you rested your back against Bakugou’s chest, “Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” You mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious that everyone was listening to you, eager to hang on to your every word.

“Hi,” Shindou repeated back with a grin, “Glad you decided to join us for the game. Is this your first time too?”

Your face flushed at the question, knowing all too well that this most definitely wasn’t the first time you’d joined Bakugou during game night, often irritated that he was spending some much-deserved time off work with his friends instead of with you when you were especially needy. So often he’d allow you to climb onto his lap during the games as you shamelessly got yourself off using him, the microphone going silent so he could whisper filth into your ear. Telling the guys that it was his connection, even though gameplay never once dropped. You’d lost count of the number of times that you’d sucked his cock during a stream, but this was the first time you’d been caught.

“Oh, it’s not?” Shindou took your silence as his answer, the response causing a confused “What?! How?” To burst from Kaminari as Kirishima sucked in a breath, “You naughty girl.”

A soft gasp left your lips at his lewd words as you rolled your hips on top of Bakugou’s lap, trying to bring some stimulation to your needy clit.

“You got three guys jacking it because of how pretty you sound, sweetheart.” Shindou’s voice was raspy on the other side of the line, “Thinking about how pretty you’d look sat on their cocks.”

“Fuck,” Kaminari groaned on the line, “You’d look so pretty on mine.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” Bakugou growled, “You’d never stand a chance.”

“Say’s the guy neglecting his girl,” Shindou goaded Bakugou, “I can’t believe you still wanted game night tonight when you’ve got a pretty girl needy for you.”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know shit.” Bakugou spat.

“I know she’s desperate to cum, aren’t you sweetheart?” Shindou pressed, hearing the slight lilt to your breath as he spoke directly to you, “Can hear how needy you are.”

“Fuck,” You whined, grinding yourself on Bakugou’s lap as your clit throbbed desperately.

“Bakugou’s not very nice leaving you to get yourself off, is he?” Shindou whispered, you could practically hear the smirk on his face through the line as the sound of a computer chair squeaking echoed in the background.

“What you tryin’ to say?” Bakugou snarled behind you, tightening his grip on your thighs as he tossed the controller down.

“I’m just sayin’,” Shindou continued, “If I was lucky enough to have a pretty girl like you do, I’d be cancelling game night to take care of her.”

“She’s taken care of,” Bakugou growled as you felt his palms begin to heat up against your skin.

“Sure doesn’t sound like it,” Shindou smirked, “Do you need to cum, sweetheart?”

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her.” Bakugou rasped angrily, but the desperate sound from deep in your throat had all the other men moaning on the other side of the line.

“Jesus,” Shindou sucked in a breath at the sweet sounds coming from you as your clit throbbed.

“I wish there was a camera,” Kaminari groaned as you heard the crude sound of him spitting, the noise had your entire body aflame as you writhed on top of Bakugou.

“Are you jerking it to my girlfriend, asshole?” Bakugou snarled, his chest rumbling.

“I can’t help it, dude. She sounds so fucking hot.” Kaminari whined.

“You can’t blame them,” Shindou scoffed, his own hand palming his thick cock, “Your girlfriend’s hot.”

“Guys maybe we should stop-” Kirishima tried to placate.

“Don’t act like you’re not touching yourself, Kiri. I can hear you doing it.” Kaminari scoffed as you heard Kirishima try to stutter out excuses on the other side of the line.

“You guys are a bunch of fuckin’ pervs,” Bakugou growled, but made no attempt to shut the call off as he gave your ass a rough squeeze.

“I’m sorry, bro.” Kirishima whined, “I did try not to-”

“Sure ya fuckin’ did.” Bakugou rolled his eyes as the other three men continued to argue on the call, taking the opportunity to check on you.

“You okay?” He whispered against the shell of your ear as you nodded your head gently, pressing his lips to your temple as the guys continued bickering on the other end.

“Tell me if it gets too much, I’ll end it.” Bakugou continued, craning his neck to look into your eyes for any signs of doubt as you nodded back.

“Can’t believe you guys are arguing when you’ve got a pretty girl desperate to cum on the line,” Shindou scoffed.

“I can make her cum without any of you fucks,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, reaching a hand up to palm your breast. Making you arch your back into his touch as you let out a soft whine, your nipples pebbling beneath the oversized shirt you wore.

“Tell us what he’s doing to you, sweetheart.” Shindou pressed.

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening now, all three men listened with bated breath for your answer.

“Playing with my tits,” You mumbled, feeling Bakugou pinch your hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger above the fabric.

“Oh fuck, what are you wearing? Are you naked? Is she naked?” Kaminari fired questions in quick succession as he groaned softly.

“What is this? A cheap fuckin’ porno? Why’re you askin’ stupid questions.”

“I kinda wanna know if she’s naked or not too man,” Kirishima mumbled.

“Use your fuckin’ imaginations,” Bakugou growled.

“I’m wearing one of Katsuki’s shirts,” You mumbled, answering their question as you felt Bakugou’s hands sliding beneath the fabric.

“Is that it?” Kirishima sucked in a breath.

“Yeah,” You replied breathlessly as you felt his warm palm cup your naked breast.

“Man, that’s hot.” Kirishima groaned.

“Fuck, no panties?” Kaminari pushed, tightening his grip around his cock.

“She just said that, didn't she, asshole?” Bakugou spat gruffly as you felt him tug your nipple away from your body, letting your breast bounce back in place as he let go before repeating the motion.

“Dude, can you turn on your camera, please? I wanna see.” Kaminari replied childishly.

“Fuck no,” Bakugou scoffed, “She’s all mine.”

“I can just imagine how pretty you look right now, sweetheart.” Shindou smiled softly, pressing his thumb against the fresh pre beading at his tip as he smoothed it along his length, “Wish I was there to worship you in person.”

“She don’t need you,” Bakugou continued, “She’s got more than enough with me.”

“I dunno, I think she’d enjoy my quirk,” Shindou smirked.

“Wanna see what that pretty pussy of yours tastes like.” Kaminari whined, “Bet she tastes so good.”

“Tell Bakugou to play with that pretty pussy for us, yeah?” Shindou continued, “Take his hand and place it on your clit.”

“Shit,” You mumbled as you moved both hands to wrap around your boyfriend's wrist, holding him tight as you moved his palm between your thighs. Feeling calloused fingers immediately delving between your wet slick in search of your clit, parting you open to pull the hood of it back as he tapped against the sensitive nub softly.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Shindou cooed, “You like having your clit played with?”

“Yeah,” You sighed as you leaned into Bakugou’s touch.

“I bet you’d love me playing with it more,” Shindou added.

“Yeah, right.” Bakugou scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance.

“Oh, I think she would,” Shindou replied cockily, pressing his fingers against the edge of his desk for emphasis, the shrill vibrations sounding through the speakers as the items on his desk began to tremble from the speed of the vibrations. The noise had you squirming on Bakugou’s lap as you imagined the sensation of it against your sensitive clit, “My quirk has many uses, instead of just setting shit on fire.”

“Shut up, asshole.” Bakugou snarled from behind you, his hand tightening on your thigh as he increased the pressure against your clit.

You ignored their bickering as you focused on the delightful pressure against your clit, writhing on Bakugou’s lap as you chased your pleasure. The coil inside you tightened as your lashes, closing your eyes as you felt the pleasure begin to consume you.

“I’m gonna cum-” You whined, grinding your hips against his hand as the three men on the other side of the line went silent immediately, knowing they were listening intently to every sweet sound you made as Bakugou sent you over the edge. The coil inside you snapped as you let yourself come undone, crying out in pleasure as your body spasmed, riding out your bliss.

“Jesus,” Kirishima breathed heavily, “That was-”

“Dude, your girlfriend is so fuckin’ hot. It’s not fair.” Kaminari whined.

“Good girl,” Shindou murmured, “Sound all pretty and shit when you’re cumming, you know?”

You keened at his praise, feeling a warmth surrounding you as Bakugou nuzzled your cheek. Whispering quiet praises against the shell of your ear as he smoothed a calloused palm along your thigh.

“You still doin’ okay, angel?” He whispered.

“‘m good,” You mumbled.

“You’re so good, sweetheart.” Shindou continued, obviously overhearing you, “Did such a good job.”

“That’s it, assholes.” Bakugou cut him off, “We’re goin-”

“What? You afraid of your performance on call?” Shindou snorted, “Figures.”

“I ain’t afraid of shit.” Bakugou snarled.

“Sure seems like it, considering you’re leaving before you’ve even given her what she wants most.” Shindou continued, “Nothin’ wrong with a little performance anxiety. I mean, I’d probably be a little nervous too, trying to please my woman in front of some other guys-”

“I ain’t fuckin’ scared.” You could feel Bakugou’s chest tightening behind you as he practically seethed from Shindou’s words, his palm heating up against your thigh as he went to spit back another insult.

“Prove it.”

“You fucker, ya think- wait what?” Bakugou was caught off guard.

“Prove you’re not scared and fuck her,” Shindou replied simply.

“Fuckin’ prick,” Bakugou mumbled beneath his breath as he shifted your body weight onto one of his muscular thighs as he tugged down his shorts just enough to free his thick cock. The length of it warm as it was trapped between your lower back and his chest, trying to grind yourself back against him as he held your hips tight.

The other men could hear the rustling on the other side of the line as they waited for more action, the slick, lewd sound of hands stroking cocks played out through the headphones causing your cunt to throb in anticipation.

“You gonna show them how pretty you sound when you’re sitting on my cock, sweetheart?” Bakugou murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the curve of your neck.

“Yeah,” You sighed, bucking your hips back against him as the other men let out faint curses.

“Shit, man.” Kirishima whined, “You’re so lucky.”

“Oh, fuck.” You sighed blissfully as Bakugou finally pressed the tip of his cock against your tight entrance, slowly sinking you down on his length as you felt him begin to fill you up.

Bakugou sucked in a breath of air as he hissed through gritted teeth, feeling the way your tight cunt clenched around him as his thick lashes fluttered. Still throbbing from your previous climax as he gave a tentative roll of his hips to try and get you to loosen up a little for him.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” Bakugou whispered against your cheek, “Ya feel so good.”

The praise had you crying out in pleasure, a sultry moan spilling from your lips as he began to lift you from his length and drop you back down, the curve of his cock angled perfectly against the spongy spot inside you as you feebly tried to match his movements.

“Oh, fuck.” Kirishima gasped as you heard a crash on the other end of the line, clearly he’d accidentally knocked something onto the ground. His breathing was heavy as the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock went silent.

“You came already, Kiri?” Bakugou asked, his fingers continuing to press messy circles to your clit as your walls throbbed around him, “Shitty fuckin’ stamina.”

��It’s not my fault she sounds so pretty,” He whined.

“He’s right, she sounds real pretty.” Shindou grinned, “Wish I was there to hear it in person.”

“I can’t believe I lasted longer than you,” Kaminari laughed before it turned into a moan as you let out a high-pitched keen as Bakugou hit a particular spot inside you.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re far behind,” Shindou laughed as he leaned forward in his chair, his hand still wrapped firmly around his cock, “Are you close too, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” You gasped as Bakugou hit a particularly deep spot inside you, your thighs quivering as you approached your high.

“Fuck,” Bakugou growled, biting down on the curve of your neck as he continued his rough pace. Picking you up and dropping you back down on his cock, the lewd sound filling the speakers as the men on the other end listened on.

“That’s it, beautiful. Show us how pretty you sound when you cum.” Shindou murmured, continuing to stroke his cock as he listened to the sweet sounds spilling from your lips.

“Daddy?” You choked out a gasp as you felt yourself falling, “Can I cum?”

“Yeah, princess. Cum for me.” Bakugou smirked cockily at the fact that you’d asked him permission when Shindou was the one commanding you on the line.

“Of course, she calls you daddy.” Shindou scoffed.

“Jealous?” Bakugou laughed, splaying his palm against your pelvis as he pressed a wet kiss to your jaw.

“I am actually, yeah.” Shindou replied honestly, “I’d have her fucking screaming it if I was there.”

“You’d have her screaming for me?” Bakugou snorted.

“Shut the fuck up, dickhead.” Shindou retorted in annoyance, but both men were cut off from their bickering when you let out a desperate cry. The line went silent as they listened to you coming undone.

“Oh my god,” You gasped as your walls began to tremor around Bakugou’s cock. Your entire body felt aflame as you fell into your bliss, your toes curling as you came hard. Your walls milked Bakugou’s cock for all he was worth as you writhed on his lap, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as he helped you to ride out your high.

“Good girl,” Bakugou whispered, growling at the sensation of you clamping down around his cock, “Always so pretty when you cum.”

“I wanna see so bad,” Kaminari whined, his moans sounding through the speaker as he worked himself towards his own release.

“Fuckin’ perv.” Bakugou spat but you could feel his lips curving into a grin against your neck, “Hear that, princess? How desperate he is to see how beautiful you look right now sitting on my cock?”

Your walls clenched around his cock at his words as you moved a hand back to thread your fingers through the messy hair at the back of his undercut, nails scratching against his scalp as he hissed in pleasure.

“Shall we send them a picture?” Bakugou smirked, feeling your walls throb at the thought.

Bakugou kept his pace as he continued fucking into your tight cunt, the thick veins on his cock catching against your slick walls as he prolonged your pleasure. His palm splayed against your pelvis had you feeling tight as a different sensation began to build inside you, a tension begging to be released as you felt yourself diving head first into another climax.

“I’m gonna- oh, shit.” You cried out as you felt yourself succumb to the ecstasy swirling inside you, crying out Bakugou’s name as you came undone. A clear stream of liquid gushed from your cunt as he continued hitting the same sensitive spot inside you.

“Did you just squirt?” Bakugou rasped as he felt the wetness hit his thighs and feet as you spasmed on his lap, white spots blanking your vision as you let the climax wash over you, “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“Shit, did she squirt?” Shindou groaned, the slick sound of him stroking his cock increased as he worked himself towards his release, “That’s so sexy— shit.”

Shindou found his own release with a gruff groan, spilling his white hot release into his palm and lap as he tried to remain focused on the pretty sounds you were making on the other side of the line.

Bakugou followed quickly after as he gave a few more messy ruts up into your tight heat as he came with a grunt, painting your inner walls with sticky, warm spurts of his release as his nose nuzzled the back of your neck, warm palms rubbing soothing circles against your hips as he stayed buried deep inside your fluttering walls. Cherishing the aftershocks of your climax as he kept you plugged full of his release, his thighs soaked with your release.

“Do we at least get a selfie?” Kaminari wasn't above sounding desperate through the speakers as he practically begged to see what you looked like right now, “Please?”

“You’re lucky you even got to hear her, asshole.” Bakugou scoffed, “You should be grateful.”

“You’re no fun, Dynamight.” Shindou taunted, “He doesn’t want us to see how pretty his girl looks right now.”

Unbeknownst to them, Bakugou was taking a selfie with you with his cell phone, holding it high in the air to get as much of you in the frame as possible. A dewy glow to your skin from the layer of sweat sticking to your body as you shyly hid your face in his neck, holding the phone out to you so you could see the photograph to make sure you were okay with it before he created a group chat on his phone with the guys as he sent the photo.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Shindou sucked in a breath.

“She’s so pretty, how did you get so lucky?” Kaminari whined as he got the notification, “Sero’s gonna be pissed he missed this week.”

“Wow,” Kirishima sounded breathless as he surveyed the image.

Bakugou tossed his phone to the side as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Running his hands along your exposed sides as he slowly lifted you off his softening cock as you let out a whine of displeasure. Suddenly feeling empty and cold as you felt his cum begin to trickle out of your slick warmth and onto his lap beneath you.

“I’m gonna go clean her up,” Bakugou muttered, moving to shut off the stream.

“Same time next week, yeah?” Shindou added before he left as Bakugou looked to the side to see your face as you nodded shyly.

“Tch, yeah.” He grinned as he moved the mouse towards the red button, “Enjoy fucking your fists, losers.”

[lemmetreatya]

Just your local Jotaro simp sliding thru

Here me out, Jotaro having a crush on black!goth fem reader ( ngl thought of this while listening to Mary on a Cross)

Jotaro x black!Goth fem reader

Please forgive me, I’m not very clued up with the kids and the Goth genre so sorry if this seems stereotypical or doesnt have enough goth references I APOLOGISE! But as always, enjoy <3

“And it didn’t even shut properly, can you believe?! Like, he just continued taking a shit whilst the door was wide op— Bro, are you even listening to me?”

The library was quiet but Polnareff seemed to be making enough noise for everyone in the vicinity. He directed his question towards Jotaro who's attention was focused on you who happened to be sitting two tables down.

With a snort, Kakyoin took one glance up in Jotaro’s direction before looking back down at his book.

“JP, you need to learn how to read the fucking room.” Kakyoin mumbled, his head tucked deep into one of his many study manuals.

Polnareff leaned forwards, face perplexed as he tried to pry more out of the red haired individual.

“Read what? What’s going on?” He asked.

Kakyoin looked up towards Jotaro again. This time a sly smile worming it’s way onto his lips.

“Can’t you see Jotaros busy?”

“Busy doing what?!” The silver haired man was getting more frustrated by the second. He turned to the broody Kujo who was sitting next to him.

“Jotaro, are you busy right now?”

“Yeah.”

The man didn’t skip a beat in replying. He answered on autopilot seeing as his attention was distracted by you anyways. Anything Polnareff was telling him could wait. Currently, Jotaro was truly occupied, and amazed, by your tenacious capacity to make all black look chic.

What on earth was your secret and how did you make it look so good?

“Huh!? Busy doing what?!” Polnareff near screeched.

“Shh!” Kakyoin hissed.

The frenchman gave Kakyoin a dirty look but it was mild and didn’t last long pertaining he had a point.

So okay, maybe Polnareff was being a bit too loud, but that didn’t solve the issue to why Jotaro was apparently too busy to hear his Epic Real Life Totally Happened story but free enough to be staring over at the girl sitting at the table across from them.

He paused.

Oh.

Suddenly, the penny dropped.

“Yo. Wait— Yo!” Polnareff turned in Jotaro’s direction as he took a hold of the large man’s arms and shook it. “You like the girl?”

Instantly, Jotaro turned his head in polnareff’s direction, his expression wild at the accusation.

“Huh?”

“You like her? The uh, what’s that, the Goth one. This one here.” Polnareff cheesed as he nodded his head in your direction.

The flush of Kujo’s face was obvious. Even with his hat cascading over his eyes, it was clear the embarrassment he was experiencing.

Kakyoin on the other hand could only smirk down at his book, pertaining he had figured this piece of information out awhile ago.

With a wild grunt, Jotaro flung his arm upwards, automatically shaking Polnareff off of him. It was prominent he was somewhat irritated.

“Get the fuck off me.”

And that was all the confirmation the Frenchman needed.

With a wide smile, Polnareff nudged Jotaro in his side, the broody man clearly not finding his sly crush being unveiled amusing.

“I can go talk to her for you if you want? I’ve seen her a few times around campus so I can easily stir a conversation.” He offered.

Jotaro was fast to open his mouth in answer but he stopped himself, gaping hole left ajar and no words coming out. Polnareff continued looking to him for a reply.

It was clear he was conflicted.

In any normal circumstance, he’d instantly decline the offer and advise Polnareff to mind his own business.

“And what if I don’t?”

The silver haired man would usually say, grin shit eating as it always was when he wanted to take a dig out of the Kujo.

Jotaro would only pull his infamous hat over his eyes and shrug, confident in any initial statement he would have just previously said.

“Then Fuck Around and Find Out.” He’d amuse.

But this wasn’t just any normal circumstance.

He might not want to admit it out loud but Jotaro had definitely taken an inquisitive liking towards you. Rare, concerning he didn’t go around ‘liking’ people, he just tolerated the ones that drew to him and could tolerate him enough to stay. Yet when it came to you, the man couldn’t deny that he had an unusual drawing towards your presence; one that sparked Jotaro’s seldom ablaze notion of inquisition.

Polnareff nudged his friend again, face now peering closer up into his face.

“Come on, what do you say?” He asked.

Jotaro instantly pulled his face away, the normal reaction to anyone breathing their nasty breath directly in line of his nose. However, from his now bent position, Jotaro turned his head to peer over at Polnareff. He cleared his throat before gruffly muttering:

“Make it quick.”

With a gleeful smile, Polnareff pushed his chair back with a screech and then practically glided over to the table you were situated on.

With headphones on and music playing however, you were unaware of anything going on.

If anything, you felt Polnareff’s presence before you saw him. It was also made clear someone had sat opposite you concerning the table jolted forwards and your pillar of renewed library books toppled over.

Gathering your books, you made a noise of discontent before looking up and being instantly met with a wide smiling man sitting in front of you.

You were unsure what he wanted or who he was. But you questioned him none the less.

“Can I help you?”

The silver haired man said your name and asked if you were who you were.

You blinked twice.

How he knew your name you’re not sure but you’re sure he couldn’t mean anything well either. You did however take off your headphones to hear him a bit better.

“Uhh…”

“That is your name, right?” He pestered.

You fiddled with one of the chains on your wrist whilst looking around for any indication of who this man might be. It was then your eyes locked on the two men staring intently over at you from two tables down.

You then recollected seeing this very guy with them earlier on. They were probably the ones who sent him over.

“Anyways.” The man continued, unaffected you hadn’t answered his question. “My friend over there wants to get to know you. He thinks you’re cool or whatever.”

He tried to act suave as he perched his arm onto the chair next to him, clearly ensuing the faux confidence his assumed friend didn’t have to come talk to you.

“Which one?” You bemused, your eyes on his friends and not him.

The man turned backwards drastically, his whole upper body twisting with him and his chair squeaking as he looked towards the two eagle eyed boys in the back.

As soon as he did, they both looked away in hopes of looking inauspicious, as if they hadn’t been goggle eyeing you from the start.

“Jotaro; the one with the hat.” The silver haired man looked back at you.

Your eyes glanced over towards the two guys again however this time your attention solely on the Jotaro figure recommended to you. You’re not sure if you’ve seen him around. Not like you noticed many people anyways but he definitely wasn’t one of the popular kids. Bummer.

Still yet, with the few glances you took of him before, he didn’t seem so bad.

What harm in there was entertaining him?

“Jotaro, huh?”

With a snort and a snide smile, you cocked your head over in the direction of the man sitting in front of you.

“Tell him to come over here and talk to me himself if he thinks I’m so cool.”

The man’s eyes grew in sparkling wonder. He nodded, almost like a child, before jumping out of his seat and running back to his friends who were expectantly awaiting an answer.

You sat in your sudden momentary silence again.

This definitely wasn’t how you envisioned your impromptu library session to go but you guess everyday brought its nuances and challenges.

Taking a brisk look over to where the man had gone back to, you noticed how he seemed to animatedly talk to his friends, most probably relaying your message and some back to them. You couldn’t help but notice how their eyes seemed to constantly look over towards you, the centre of attention.

It was weird having someone take open interest in you. You know that your personal style usually kept others at bay and so you didn’t think much of normal people gaining attraction towards you. Still, it was something every girl wished for so you couldn’t help but feel a sense of giddy excitement for this situation.

You didn’t want to seem like you were expectant or waiting for Jotaro to come over and so you cascaded your eyes back down at your book.

However, after a few minutes of rereading the same page, you were yet to sense the presence of another person and was still yet to have your company joined.

Where was he?

Softly, the creeping feeling of anxious energy started to seep into you.

What if this Jotaro guy suddenly lost interest? Was the silver haired guy playing a practical joke on you? Heck, what if he took your message the wrong way? Suddenly, those eyes of attention you noticed earlier no longer seemed like admiration but instead accusation, judging you and waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

“I think you’re cool.”

With the surprise your body felt, it might as well have taken a screenshot.

There in front of you neatly stood none other than the Jotaro figure Polnareff referred to earlier. You took a deep breath, waiting for your heart to slow down before addressing the man.

“I… Thank you. Sorry, how did you do that?”

Jotaro blinked at you, slightly shifted his footing before asking:

“Do what?”

You waved your hands around in trying to find your words.

“Like, be so quiet despite being… so big — Wait, yeah, wow, you’re huge.” As you looked up at him, your sudden realisation of the broadness of Jotaro’s shoulders caught you off guard. From further away he didn’t look that much bigger than the average person but now that he was stood right in front of you, it was a different story.

Judging from the man’s lack of answer and seemingly broody stance, you wondered if you said the wrong thing.

“Sorry, if that sounded… I didn’t mean that in a bad way.”

“I know.” He replied.

There was a pregnant pause. Yet from that pause, you realised just peaking from underneath his hat, that his face was blush red.

“I just didn’t know how to reply to that.” He finished.

Understanding his dilemma, you decided to move on from his slight blunder.

“Sit, sit.” You waved your hand in the direction of where his friend had previously say.

There was a pause in Jotaro’s movement, like he was contemplating whether to sit or not. However, he eventually lowered himself down in the chair as he sat opposite you, although his eyes couldn’t meet your own.

“I really like your style.” He breathed.

Noticing his nervous energy, you smiled warmly over at him.

“Thank you. I try, I guess.”

He glanced up at you rather quickly, a short acknowledgment before looking back down at the table.

It seemed with even being the giant that he was, his confidence was skewed when it came to talking to you. It was then you realised why he may have needed the push from his friend in the first place.

Talking about his friends, you looked past Jotaro’s shoulder to see how they were doing. The one with the red hair seemed to be disinterested, his head down, most probably at the prospects of studying. The one that came to initially introduce himself earlier only stuck a thumbs up once he noticed you watching.

Your attention moved back onto Jotaro.

“How did you get into it?” He asked, once he realised your eyes were on him again.

“Into what?”

Jotaro’s eyes looked you up and down.

“Like… How you dress.”

You made a short ‘oh’ sound but in reality you knew what he was asking of you the first time. With a short explanation, you told Jotaro how your love of certain music influenced your style and allowed you to become just that bit more confident in your personality and countenance.

From then forwards, you answered most of the questions Jotaro had for you. He didn’t seem phased about whether something he asked was too personal but still yet, you wouldn’t answer anything you wasn’t comfortable with answering.

After what seemed like a 100 questions with Vogue interview, you leaned forward onto the table.

“So, what are you intentions with me, Jotaro?”

The man was caught unaware, his eyes blinking rapidly. At least you could tell he’d gotten more comfortable with you to let his guard down.

“Huh?”

You tapped one of your black painted nails on the table, your smile unassuming.

“Well, I mean you’ve come over here and basically interrogated me but is that all you really came for?”

The man took a deep breath, both of his hands gripping at the table as he leaned back in thought.

“I’m not sure.” He shrugged.

With a credulous look, your face scrunched dejectedly in Jotaro’s direction.

“What do you mean you’re not sure? Your friend told me you thought I was cool.”

Unintentionally, your mouth formed into a pout. Upon seeing this, Jotaro couldn’t help but let a breath of air pass through his nose in form of a laugh.

“Isn’t that the first thing I told you?” He bemused.

Narrowing your eyes at the man, you looked side to side, considering his argument. Did he really not come for anything else?

“Yeah, but…” You started.

“I think you’re cool. That’s the only reason why I came over here.” Jotaro cut you off. “However, my intentions?”

Sucking in a short noise, Jotaro could only slightly smirk in your direction.

“Confidential, but you’ll find out soon enough.”

Seeing his light expression, you could only scoff playfully over at him, rolling your eyes in the process.

“Oh, you’re such a tease.” You muttered, albeit your smile said else wise.

[cherienymphe]

Brother May I {VI} (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: stepbrother!Rafe, jealous!Rafe, toxic relationship, underage drinking, drug use, corruption, minor side of JJ x reader

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts​ | divider by @firefly-graphics​

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summary: Sarah was the sister he resented, Wheezie was the sister he adored, but even after years in the Cameron household, you still didn’t know how Rafe felt about you.

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You pressed your hand to the wall, the water and humidity from the steam making it difficult for them to stay in place. Rafe’s lips were on the back of your neck, hands pressing into your waist as he held you in place. Your eyes rolled at the feel of his cock pushing into you, a hiss escaping his lips as you squeezed him.

You’d woken up before Rafe, long before anyone else had, and you’d found yourself staring at him as he slept. His dirty blond hair was ruffled, and for once, he looked at ease. His expression was empty of the normal irritation or desperation or mockery that filled it. You liked to think that you had something to do with that, core still sore from the activities only hours before.

There was a time where you thought you’d feel so different after having sex, but you didn’t. At least, not in the way that you thought you would. You felt like the same girl, but in regard to Rafe, you felt closer to him. He’d seen parts of you that no one else had ever seen, touched you in ways no one else ever had, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t more special to you now in some way.

When Rafe eventually stirred, his blue eyes met yours, and he’d smirked, making some comment about you being a creep. You’d only smiled in return, and Rafe had turned on his side to prop his head up onto his hand. He ran his eyes over you, reaching out to brush his fingers over your arm. He looked unsure for a brief moment, even concerned, and it was so unlike him.

“You okay?”

You knew what he was referring to, and you nodded. There were things you wanted to say, wanted to even ask, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. Your problems were still present, and they weren’t going anywhere, so you didn’t see any reason to bring any of it up now. And that was how you found yourself in the shower with Rafe.

You were fairly quiet, teeth pressing into your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your legs shook with every snap of his hips, and you pushed yourself back onto him, paying no mind to the dull ache you felt. Rafe was fucking you too good to care.

Just then, a knock on the door traveled through the air, and you both froze. Your heart skipped a beat, and there was a huge lump in your throat as Rose’s voice reached your ears.

“Rafe, do you know where Y/N is? She isn’t in her room.”

You had to swallow down your moan as he slowly thrust into you, hips completely pushed against you as he drove you forward some. One of his hands moved to your mouth, fingers pressing against and between your lips. The knowledge that your mother was right on the other side of the door while Rafe’s cock was twitching inside of you had you shuddering, clenching around him and desperate for him to move.

“She uh… She went down to the beach,” he said.

He moved again, making your head drop, rolling your hips back onto him.

“…an early swim.”

Rose didn’t respond, never had, but you figured that she’d accepted his answer and left after a few minutes. Rafe resumed, snapping his hips against yours until he was coming inside of you, a satisfied sigh leaving him as he pressed his face into the back of your head. When Rose had gotten you on the pill years ago to help with your periods, you’d never anticipated that you’d be thanking her years later.

You both were quiet as you rinsed off, and your eyes were glued to Rafe as he dried you off. It felt oddly domestic as he briefly wrapped the towel around you before leaning in to press a heavy kiss to your lips. Your back met the wall, and you held him close.

“I’m meeting up with Kelce and Topper at the club later. Come with me…”

He helped you get dressed as you thought it over. You didn’t exactly rave about being around Topper or Kelce, but you also didn’t want to leave Rafe just yet. You didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts, so you agreed.

Rafe’s hand was tight on yours as you both snuck downstairs. After all, he’d told Rose that you were down at the beach, and the last thing you needed was to be caught in a lie. It was too early for that just yet. As Rafe helped you into the passenger seat, strapping you in, you thought to yourself that this felt like a normal relationship.

The way his hand grazed your thigh as he drove down the road. The way it would occasionally find its way to your neck, thumb brushing over the skin. His eyes would glance at you sometimes, and it made your heart flutter. Rafe had said you were together now, but considering the circumstances, you hadn’t actually expected it to feel like it. You swallowed, heart sinking as you thought about having to pretend otherwise around other people.

Kelce was the same pig he always was, the same pig that you were sure Rafe was no doubt before you two happened. Topper occasionally joined in on the less than appropriate conversations, but you knew he was too up Sarah’s ass to put his heart into it. You wondered if she was still hanging around John B., and had you been more invested in either one of them, you would’ve cared more, but you had your own issues to deal with.

The two of them didn’t think anything of it when Rafe told them he’d catch up with them later. They hadn’t done much but hit around a few golf balls, not serious in the slightest, but you helped Rafe with the clubs. With no one else around, you sat on his lap as he drove the golf cart across the perfect green, and you batted his hand away as his fingers danced towards the inside of your thigh.

When you two made it back to his truck, you stopped him from starting it. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you as you stared at the dashboard, and you didn’t doubt that there was confusion there. You sighed before twisting in your seat to face him, pulling your legs up.

“This is for real, right?”

Rafe frowned at you before leaning closer.

“What’s on your mind?”

You really didn’t want to spoil the mood and this bubble the two of you seemed to be in, but you needed to talk about this. Really talk about this without fighting and tears and hungry kisses. You didn’t want to be years down the road and regret wasting time by sneaking around with someone you couldn’t even go on dates with.

“I just… I feel like there’s only one way this can end for us, and…”

Your words died in the air when Rafe shushed you, and he grabbed your face, pulling you closer until your lips met his. You reminded yourself that you were supposed to be talking.

“Let’s not think about that, right now,” he said when he pulled away.

You tilted your head, eyeing him in exasperation.

“Rafe… We don’t have a future,” you emphasized. “Not a real one, anyway. Are we going to be sneaking around for the rest of our lives?”

“Let me deal with that, okay?”

You didn’t understand what he meant, and you frowned. You glanced away with a small sigh, and he made you look at him again. Rafe’s expression had hardened, fingers pressing into your skin a little more harshly now.

“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll deal with that.”

“Rafe-.”

“I have you now, and I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, and I’m not letting anything or anyone threaten that,” he told you.

You wanted to press for more information, try to understand what he meant and how you were possibly expected not to worry. However, Rafe looked so sure of himself. He always did have a confidence about himself that intrigued you, but this was different. There was a look in his eye that almost made you not want to ask anything further, and so you relented with a nod.

Rafe’s smile was contagious. It was rare to see a genuine one on his pink lips that wasn’t filled with malice or mockery or bitterness. He pulled you into another kiss, and you welcomed it, hands resting on his shoulders when he deepened it. When his hand slid to rest on you just below your breast, you pulled away with a shake of your head.

“What?” he chuckled, reaching for the end of your shirt.

“We’re not hooking up in your truck,” you told him.

He scoffed, another chuckle escaping him as he eyed you.

“We can park somewhere else…”

Disgust filled you as you recalled that blonde girl in his lap, fucking him in the backseat of the very car you were in. Even if you didn’t like to think you were special, having sex with him in the same place that you knew other girls had was off-putting to you. It was one thing to suspect it, but you had seen it with your own eyes, and you shook your head.

“You are not going to fuck me where you’ve fucked probably dozens of other girls.”

Rafe was quiet for a moment as he studied you, and when you looked at him, there was a thoughtful look on his face, a slow smirk making its way onto his lips.

“…and how would you know that?”

You didn’t answer right away, choosing instead to look out of the window, arms folded over your chest.

“You’re a little pervert, aren’t you?”

“It wasn’t on purpose, you deviant! If you didn’t clearly have an exhibitionist kink or something, I never would’ve saw you,” you told him.

He made you face him, a soft smile on his face as he dragged his eyes over you. He ran his tongue over his lip.

“Were you jealous?”

“Do you want me to be?”

Rafe shrugged.

“Yeah,” he said. “I think it’s hot.”

He made you laugh, and he continued.

“I’m serious. Besides, its nice to know I’m not the only one going crazy here.”

You brushed him off, facing forward again.

“Take me home, and you can fuck me as much as you’d like, but we are not having sex in your truck. Ever.”

Your tone was firm, and Rafe pursed his lips, starting the vehicle.

“Well, I guess I gotta get a new truck because I wanna fuck you in any place I can.”

It was a rare party on the beach where everyone came down for booze and drugs. Kooks, Pogues, and tourists alike covered the sand and splashed in the water, and you were dancing with Kie. JJ was sick, and you couldn’t deny how relieved you were that he wasn’t present. You didn’t think you had it in you to treat him like a stranger, something that Rafe would’ve wanted no doubt. Pope was nearby, talking to some girl, and even though you’d spotted John B. earlier, he was nowhere to be found. You suspected that he was with Sarah.

Rafe had driven you, hand in yours the entire way there. He hadn’t wanted to immediately get out, and your lips still tingled from the memory of his mouth on yours in the dark vehicle. You glanced down at your cup with a smile, and Kie caught it.

��What’s got you in such a good mood?” she wondered.

You waved her off, denial on your lips.

“No, no. I know that look. Is it JJ or…?” her face fell a bit. “I know you guys are just keeping it casual, but… I think you’d be good for him.”

You could tell that she was biased, and guilt tore at you. JJ was sweet, and you supposed that if Rafe hadn’t gotten to you, you probably would be trying to make things more concrete with him. But Rafe wasn’t just hard to deny, he was impossible to. The blurred lines of consent in the beginning should’ve concerned you, but maybe you were just as messed up as he was because you only accepted it as part of Rafe’s personality.

You shook your head.

“Can’t I just be happy, and it has nothing to do with a guy?”

Kie looked skeptical, and the small smirk on her lips told you that she was onto you, but she let it go. You found that you were genuinely happy tonight. It was warm, but the ocean breeze made up for it. You were dancing and drinking with your best friend, and tonight, you’d go home to lay down with your boyfriend.

Another smile broke out at that thought. You had a boyfriend. He was tall and hot and made you weak in the knees. He was obsessed with you way more than you were obsessed with him, but you could feel yourself slowly but surely working your way up to his level. You were in a relationship now, and it scared you for a multitude of reasons, but you were determined to see this through. Besides, you had your boyfriend at your side.

Your boyfriend who was currently talking to a familiar blonde…

Kie was still dancing, Pope finding his way back to you both as he danced with her. You had stopped watching in curiosity as the familiar girl rested her hand on Rafe’s arm. You’d only seen her once, and it was through a window, but the hair and face stuck in your mind.

Rafe didn’t seem to brush her off, in fact, he leaned in as she said something to him. You felt a twinge of something in your chest, and you tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t jealousy. You watched as he shook his head, telling her something that made her pout, hair falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side.

Past the jealousy that you now admitted to yourself that you were feeling, there was something else that you couldn’t name. You sank your teeth into your lip, thoughtful as they seemed to be going back and forth now, a frown on her face and a look you knew all too well on his. You were sure that if she was a guy, Rafe would’ve punched her by now. Eventually, she left him in a huff, and you looked away with a slight frown.

You suddenly had the desire to go home, and you handed Kie your drink. She and Pope tried to get you to stay, but you shook your head, telling them that you weren’t feeling well. You promised them that you’d get Rafe to take you, a lie, and you slipped away. The walk home was quiet, and you texted Rafe when you got there, letting him know that he didn’t need to worry about driving you. You were sure that he’d texted you back, but you were in the shower, washing off the sand and sea water and whatever booze had been spilled onto you.

When you were done, you briefly stopped outside of Rafe’s door, eyeing it before pushing your way inside. You took in the small bag of drugs on his desk before grabbing one of his shirts he’d thrown on his bed. You slipped it on as you glanced around, taking in parts of him that only his room gave a glimpse of. When you finally heard the front door open, you were sitting on his bed, and that was how he found you.

Rafe looked equally angry and concerned, hands thrown up in frustration before closing his door behind him. He locked it, and you simply stared at him as he neared.

“What the hell? What have I told you about walking home alone at night?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, glancing down.

“What’s the matter with you? Why did you leave?”

You decided to be honest.

“I saw you with that girl,” you said with a shrug. “The one you had sex with in your truck.”

Rafe nodded in understanding, a smirk on his lips as he chuckled.

“I like this side of you,” he said, standing in front of his bed.

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself to your knees as you reached for him, playing with the shirt he was wearing.

“It wasn’t just…that…”

“Jealousy,” he happily named.

“Is that how you felt…whenever you saw me with JJ?”

It was clear that your question threw him off, and he blinked at you. You licked your lips and continued.

“Not just the jealousy, but…this inability to do anything about your feelings?”

Your eyes met his.

“I saw that you turned her down, but… It’s not like I could go over there and tell her you were taken. I wanted to, but I can’t tell anyone that you’re mine, and I wonder if that’s how you felt. If that’s how you felt seeing me with JJ and not being able to tell me why you didn’t want me with him.”

Rafe’s expression was serious now, and eventually he nodded with a heavy sigh, sitting beside you.

“How long…?”

You didn’t need to elaborate. You both knew what you were referring to. Rafe was quiet for a while, and you wondered if he’d answer your question at all.

“I had just turned 16…and Kelce was over. He’d made some comment about how pretty you looked, and I got angry.”

You frowned at this, floored that he’d felt this way for this long.

“I thought I was being protective, but… I had never been the protective older brother type. I just knew that I didn’t want him looking at you like that…”

He looked at you, and you rested your legs beneath you, hands on your thighs.

“I didn’t think he was good enough for you. I didn’t think anyone was good enough for you,” he said, tracing patterns into your skin, blue eyes focused on your thighs.

He shrugged.

“I thought that you should be with someone more like me… I thought you should be with me.”

He looked at you again, and you held his gaze.

“I like you, Rafe. I really like you…and I don’t know what we’re going to do,” you whispered, finally admitting it aloud.

His hand found yours on your thigh, and he threated his fingers through yours.

“I told you,” he quietly said. “Let me worry about that.”

You bit your lip as he eyed you, and you nodded. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his, and he helped you as you slid yourself onto him, settling in his lap. He softly laughed against your mouth as you reached for the zipper of his pants.

“Feeling territorial?” he mumbled.

“Feeling empty,” you corrected, and he hissed when you wrapped your hand around him. “I want to fuck you tonight.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed an affirmation, eyes flitting between his.

“Show me…what to do…?”

You’d never been on top before, and Rafe bit his lip before reaching behind his head and pulling his shirt off. He lifted you, pushing his pants down before kicking them off completely and scooting back with you still on his lap. He pecked you on the lips before lying down. He stopped you when you started to undress too.

“I want to fuck you in my shirt,” he lowly said, and your stomach twisted.

“Okay,” you whispered.

He raised an eyebrow at you when you didn’t move, and you rolled your eyes, holding his cock as you sank yourself down onto him. Rafe reflexively lifted his hips, and you moaned.

“We have to do something about that mouth of yours,” he erotically sighed, and your heart jolted.

His hands settled on your hips, and you pressed your own to your chest as he lifted you before making you sink back down onto him. This new angle had your lips parting, and he did it a few more times before letting you go. You continued to move without his help, and Rafe watched you through hooded eyes.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Just like that.”

You felt a sense of power in being the one to use his body for your pleasure this time. Having him underneath you as you fucked yourself onto his cock made your breath hitch, and you slid your hands along his skin before entwining your hands with his. He welcomed it, throwing his head back. You watched the way his eyes rolled, and the way his lips parted, and you licked your own.

“Do I fuck you better than she did?” you heard yourself asking.

He smirked, a chuckle escaping him.

“Who?” he breathed, and you bit back a smile.

“You’re smarter than you look, Rafe Cameron…”

“…and you’re more devious than you look Y/N Cameron.”

He yanked you until you were leaning down, lifting his head to kiss you, taking your breath away. Your walls snugly clung to him with every movement of your hips.

“Let me know when you get tired so I can take good care of you.”

 ~

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Jealous Type - EM

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson – F!reader x Billy Hargrove

Summary – Eddie had confessed his love for you but you don’t really know what to say. Do you even know what love is? You don’t want to lose your best friend.

Warnings - 18+ please, fingering, smoking cigars and joints, swearing, eddie munson fingering his best friend, little bit angst, smut eddie, praise kink, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweetheart), Eddie vs Billy rivalry, dom!Eddie, alcohol

tags - Friends to Lovers, a little bit angst, smut

Part 1 here

EDDIE POV

Some rays of sunlight came through the window, the brightness made me bring my arm to my face, covering my eyes with my forearm. I took a deep breath when I felt her scent invading my nostrils, I slowly turned over in bed and there she was, sleeping… peaceful and beautiful.

"I really thought I'd lost you forever" I said almost unabashedly and gave the girl a light kiss on the bare shoulder.

"Eddie?" she asked me, her voice still choked with sleep, as she turned to look at me

“Good morning sweetheart,” I said as I brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

"Good morning Mr. Munson," she told me with a smile on her face as she pressed herself against my body.

I wrapped my arms around the girl and kissed the top of her head, she reciprocated by placing a kiss on my chest, right over my heart, making me hold her tighter against me.

I didn't want to leave her. I didn't want to let her go. I didn't even want to look into her eyes, I didn't know what awaited me this morning.

After yesterday, the dynamics of our friendship will likely change and I don't have much prey to find out what fate has in store for us, even more so now… that we've crossed the fine line of friendship.

“Hey Eds” she said in her sweetest voice “you are not going to lose me, ok? I’m here by our side… so needy!” She tease me.

I pull away a little so I can look at her face and she greets me with a smile that made me lose my breath for a few seconds.

“Jesus Henderson, you really are pretty, aren't you? Until when you wake up."

I traced her face with my fingertips, bringing it closer to mine. Before I made any other moves, the girl sealed her lips to mine. Her kiss was calm and gentle, just like the girl who was kissing me. I felt her hands on the rest, caressing my cheeks as she increased the intensity of the kiss.

Her tongue explored my mouth, carefully sliding her tongue through mine, ending the kiss with a small bite of my lower lip, she knew how much it provoked me and if I didn't know Y/n well, I would say that was what she wanted.

With my hands on her waist, I brought her on top of me as I stroked her sides from under her shirt, her hair was still falling over her face as she showered my face with kisses —I really didn't deserve this— it was everything that echoed in my head.

"Hey baby, what time is it now?" she asks me as she leaves my lap

— Nearly 10, why? Do WE have something to do today? I asked with a small smile as I remembered Billy's words

“Oh yeah, ‘bout that… I kind of… I am going to have breakfast with Billy, I promised him yesterday.” She said it so casually that I confess it made me angry.

She got up from the bed and started picking up clothes from the floor, the naked body of the girl I loved now covered only by my shirt, I could sit here for hours looking at her, but no... She's having breakfast with fucking Billy!

“So the ride was really… good… yesterday, huh?”

I asked as she searched the floor for my clothes, she caught the irritation in my voice and threw my boxers in my face.

“Shut up Munson, nothing happened on the ride... just… — she took a deep breath before start talking again — “Even with was happened anything, you can’t judge me, y’know? You kiss the ugly lady first… Forget it, it's not important, just friends having breakfast.”

"As you wish, princess." I said, putting my pants on. "I don't want to be here when he arrives, and ruin your chances with your little friend."

“Oh! About that,... he's kind of my ex-boyfriend but...”

“EX BOYFRIEND? SERIOUSLY? SINCE WHEN?” I said with a voice a little louder than I would like

“Since a few summers ago when I went to California, anyway, it's not a big deal… It's not like I like him or anything. It’s really just breakfast.”

“You're crazy to go out with this guy. He's troubled and doesn't respect anyone and... fuck it! You know what you do, With you want to breakfasting with him, FINE!”

I sighed and headed for the door, hoping she would grab me by the shirt again and not let me go, give up on this crazy Billy idea and it would be just the two of us. However, she didn’t.

 "See you later, let me know when breakfast with your ex-boyfriend is over, we need to talk." I said as I closed the door behind me.

—FUCK —

I could feel her eyes watching every move I made, but she didn't stop me, not once. Her eyes were sad, I know she didn't want me to leave, but why did she let me? Damn it, I wanted to be with her, if she just looked at me I'd stay here, forever, if she wanted to. You see, I'm the jealous type and not her after all.

Y/N POV

What the actual fuck just happened? Eddie knows that Billy is my ex-boyfriend.

I thought he knew it.

My head was aching a little, I think because I'm starving. I went to the kitchen looking for something easy and fast to eat when the telephone rang.

“Who is bothering me so early in the morning?” I said when I picked up the phone.

“So warming greeting this morning, Hello beautiful.” — Billy said while he was laughing.

“Oh! Sorry Billy, I thought it was someone else, so, are you coming?”

“Yeah! I just need to know the size of your hungry…” I felt the smile in his voice

“You are have to guess that, I not telling you I am starving but... close to this”

“Got it! 3 minutes and I'll be there, okay princess? See you in a minute.”

“mhm, kay then, see you in a minute”

I grab my purse and waited for him in front of my garage while I smoke a cig, my thoughts are all around Eddie, everything that happened in the other night was perfect — except for the fact that Eddie had choose the ugly girl before me—  but then, he just…, Freak out about breakfast!!!!! what is wrong with him anyway? is not like we were dating, of course I like Eddie, but love is a fucking strong word, I can’t say until I have totality certain about my feelings.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear the Billy's Camaro, I put my hand over my eyes trying to get off the sunshine off my face, when I could see his face, he was already smiling for me.

“Miss me too much, baby girl?” he said with a smirk

“Oh! It’s not even lunch time and you ALREADY began with your flattering, Billy.” I said entrain onto the car

“Good morning loverboy” I greeted him with my biggest smile, giving him a little peack into his cheeks.

"How do you call me loverboy and kiss me just at my cheek?" He starting to laugh while the turn the car on "You don't change, right? Never will"

"I thought that you liked my little sexy way to handle everything," I laugh and the boy put his hands on my thigh and softly squeezed it. I shivered, I can’t really control that.

I KNOW for SURE that I don’t like Billy in that way, not anymore, but god! He is a fine piece of cake. The curly hair, the golden curls, the blue eyes, the butt… His butt is beautiful. It is a crime to pass Billy by the hallways and not look to his butt.

We drove in silence, just a few squeezes on my thigh and a lot of smiles, I cant feel the tension growing when his hand slides under the hem of my skirt. I pressed my body to the seat and the boy smirks out of my reaction. — THANKS GOD — I let a sigh escape when I saw the dinner.

"Don't move," he said while slowly walk to my door, opened it and took my hand, he gave me a little kiss in it and smile wide looking directly to my eyes "Shall we, princess?” I hold his hand and he lead the way through an isolate table.

Different to the others guys that I went to a date, Billy choose to seat next to me, not in front of me, I felt a little burn on my stomach when he turns the bright blue eyes to me.

“So, how was your slumber party with Munson?" I rolled my eyes with such strong that I almost could see what have inside my head, like brain and shit.

"Oh! You too? Really?" I chuckled

“You not gonna even try to set a lie, y/n?" he chuckled and playful smack my arm

"The true is..." i started to say when the waitress came, she look at me with a disgusting smile whilst almost throw herself at Billy's lap.

 He ordered two milkshakes and some fries, and turn to me again.

"What you was saying?" He ask me

"The true is... our previously relationship over because you lie to me, so, I don't want to do this mistake with Eddie...or you"

"So do you really have a relationship with the freak?" Billy ask me while put his arms around my shoulders, face just some centimeters  near mine face, I could smell his mentol breath mixed with red Marlboros.

“A relationship? I don't think I could say that, we have a thing, he said he" — "Likes you" — Billy interrupt my mid-sentence.

"Loves me, he said he loves me" I couldn't hide my smile, I really like Eddie.

"And did you say it back?" the boy ask, his gaze on the milkshakes, he grab the water drops from the frozen cup with his fingertips, he was nervous.

"No, not yet." I admit shyly, the smile grown back to boy's face

"It's not too late at all for me then?" he said while his lips ghostly touch my neck "You can give me another chance, baby girl?"

"Cut the crap of Billy" I said and pushed him of "It's not because you are here now, that I can really forgive you for what you did to me, it kind sucks you know?" The boy rolled his eyes and gave me a weak smile

“I know. I was young and you are going away Y/n, what could you expected me to do?"

I was so frustrated by now, Billy was a shithead but he was no dumb, he knew exactly about what I was talking about. I put some fries in my mouth to have more time to calming down; they slide to my stomach just like needles. I started to make my way away from the table, pushing Billy out while said to him

“You know, I don't expect that you made nothing different than you did but what I ACTUALY expect is you not playing dumb with me. You cheated on my, with my fucking cousin, I was in the very same house that you and you. You…" I chuckled and take my milkshake "You just wave me goodbye"

I turn my back to Billy and walk away from him, flipping the bird for that sucker. As I walk home I putted my headphones and looked to all fucking trees that have mid-road, I put one cig on my mouth and when tapped my pockets realize that i forgot my lighter.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu... JESUS H CRHIST" I sat at the edge of the road in a big rock, I bring my knees to my chest and stayed there, listen to my songs and thinking about how my life get so messy.

I felt some fingertip on my shoulder and jumped of the rock, looking over my back i saw him, already chuckling

"What the fuck is wrong with you Munson? You scared the shit out of me.

"Hey, sorry doll but you are the one who is actually sit in a fucking rock on the middle of fucking nowhere, what is wrong with you?" 

"Don't fucking start! I just sat a bit because my feet is hurting, than I was trying to smoke and I noticed that I forget my lighter again... AGAIN EDDIE" I let a sad moan leave my lips and I hide my face on my hands. “I’m such a mess right now" I chuckle and Eddie bite my shoulder without any strength.

"You know, I think it was very metal of you grab the shake before you leave that dumbass alone at the table"

He chuckled and his gaze met mine -not so friendly- gaze.

"How do you even know that? You are such a Stalker Munson"

"Just taking care about my new girlfriend." he smirks at me

"As if" i hissed

EDDIE POV

We were at the van when starts to rain, another big summer storm, I couldn't see anything on the road and the sound of the raindrops against the roof of my van was loud as fuck

“I have to pull over, I can't see anything, is to risk Y/n"

She just nod and get closer to me when an even louder thunder strokes near us.

I stopped the van in a high place, just to make sure the rain or overloads don't catch you guys.

Y/N already slipped through the van seat and make herself comfortable on the mattress at the back of the van; she tapped two times beside her

“Do you wanna talk now Eds?"

I nod and make my way to lay down beside her

“How was your breakfast?" I asked even knowing that not went well

“It was better than I expect, but, you know... It's Billy"

“Troubleman causing trouble baby, just like I said to you"

She was looking into my eyes,I can feel her eyes burning my soul and before I could noticed, she sealed her lips on mine.

Fingers exploring my jawline until she cup my face into those pretty little hands of her, grab the bar of my shirt, and take out of my body.

She smirk at me and bite her lips while she slowly get her lips in my neck.

The first kiss was cold and wet, sending shivers down my dick, I could feel her smile on my skin.

She grabbed my chin and turn my head over giving her more space from my neck, she bite slowly and licked all the length.

She downs her kisses through my chest, leaving one little bite on my left nipple

"Fuck baby, you are driving me insane here"

She start to ride her pussy -just covered by a thin black lace panties - trough the bulge in my jeans.

"Almost ready for me, huh? S’good Eddie"

My name sounds like a sweat melody when she whispered, she unbutton my jeans and pull them off with my boxers.

She gasp! And licked her lips, her gaze is stuck on mine, she kissed my belly looking at me, licked my happy trail without break our gazes. Her hands now on my thighs, up and down movements.

 She stopped at a moment and look at me, asking for permissions.

"Y..You don't have to... you know"

"Shut it Munson, you have a pretty dick, It's almost a crime don't if I don't... - she put the tip of my dick onto her mouth, licked all around it and sucked without any pressing - "put it into my mouth"

"Fuck" I groan "don't tease me like this".

She put every inch of my dick in her mouth as she down, she followed the movement with her hand "s'good baby girl, just like that...fuck" She put her free hand in my balls, playing with them.

My head dropped by the mattress, her long hair, tangled in my hands as I force her mouth trough my dick.

“You like to suck my dick, baby huh? Being a good girl just for me, taking all my dick in that pretty mouth of yours”

I could saw a tear ripping down her face while I fucked her mouth.

 She climbed me up and kissed my mouth, I could taste myself in her tongue

"So fucking hot, baby"

I cup her face and kiss her deeply; she moves her lips to my ears and whispered

"I want you inside me Eds, now."

I got on top of her, contoured her face with the tip of my nose, leaving a few kisses along the way.

"Are you sure baby?" I said with my lips almost touching her ear.

She nod

"Use your words, baby girl"

"I'm sure; I want to feel you filling me"

I did not even wait for her to finish the sentence, I slipped my dick into her entrance, and I was putting my entire dick inside her.

I waited a while for her to get used to the feel of my cock inside her. The feel of her pulsing around my cock made me moan louder than I expected, and I automatically began to move inside her, slamming hard against the girl's body.

I slid two fingers over her pussy, parting her lips giving easy access to her clit, making small circles on it; I saw her body squirm around my cock.

"Eddie...I gonna. I gonna"

I stopped my hip movements, she almost begged for more friction

"Do you love me Sweetheart?"

I asked in a lower tone, but she did not answer.

I took another thrust into her pussy

"Do you hear me baby?"

Still without answers, I started to fuck her pussy in the same intensity that I massaged her clit

"Do you love me, Y/n?"

I fucked her to her limit, on the last thrust into her pussy she let out a loud moan

"I love... I love you Eddie. Oh! Fuck...I fucking love you"

I kept massaging her clits and her moan was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

I lay down next to her, both eyes on the van's roof. The rain had not stopped yet, but I couldn't remember the last thunder I'd heard.

I turned around and spooned y/n, pressing her body tight against mine; the scent of her shampoo was intoxicating and made me want to lie there forever.

"I really mean it, you know? I didn't just want to get in your pants and all... I've always loved you princess, ever since I saw you picking up Henderson at the club. But I understand if you don't...

"I...I love you Eddie. I just don't want to rush things"

"Without rushing? I was about to plan our wedding"

"Seriously, I love you Edward Munson you big idiot"

"And I love you baby girl"

She cringed at the nickname.

"I think we can cut the baby girl for now, just... you know?" she smiled weakly

"And no breakfast with exes, i get too jealousy" I smirked.

"Now that...we've consummated the act" he chuckled low. "Can I call you girlfriend now? Or do I need to ask Dustin?"

"Ask Dustin".

[madneedshelp]

Jealous Much? Steve Ending-Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

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Part One

Part Two

Billy Alternate Ending

You pulled into Steve's driveway. As usual, it looked like his parents weren't home. Thankfully, his car was. You just hoped he was alone so you could say everything you needed to say. Even though he was trying to get her back, you still just needed him to know how you felt so you could finally put it behind you and move on.

Forcing yourself to not run back to your car and speed home, you knocked on the door. A small part of you hoped he wouldn’t answer or maybe he had someone else there. Then you wouldn’t have to confess and possibly ruin your friendship. You didn’t want to lose your best friend, but if you never said anything you’d never be able to get past it.

Steve answered the door surprisingly fast.

“Y/N? What’s up?”

“I need to talk to you. Are you here by yourself?” You fidgeted with your hands.

“Um, I’m alone. Why?” He took in your nervous appearance, confusion clouding his expression.

“Can we talk inside?” You didn’t want his neighbors to hear you pour your heart out and get rejected.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Come on in.” He held the door for you and stepped aside.

You paced inside and he shut the door behind you.

"So, what's up?" He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Well, the things is...um..."

"Come on, Y/N, you know you can tell me anything. God knows you know all my secrets," Steve chuckled.

"Fuck, Steve, I'm in love with you! We're together all the time, and like you said, we tell each other everything, and you still can't pick up on it. I've been in love with you for years! There! I said it!" You shouted, a sudden burst of anger coursing through you.

You shouldn't have been angry. Rather, you didn't know where the anger came from. You had spent the past hour being more nervous than anything, but it had so quickly dissolved into irritation. The pure anger at his unawareness surprised you. It shouldn't have gotten to you that much.

Or maybe it should have. You weren't sure about anything anymore. You wished Steve would've seen you and noticed you, but it was obvious that wasn't ever going to happen. Maybe in a different world you were braver and Steve was more focused, and the two of you had a chance.

"Wait, what?" He stared at you blankly.

"I have a huge, hopeless, stupid crush on you, Steve Harrington. I don't know how to make it any clearer than that. I know you don't feel the same and you're in love with Nancy and everything, but I needed you to know. I'm not expecting anything from you, and I told you, so now I'll just go," You sighed and turned back around to go.

"Wait a second! Please don't go," Steve blurted.

You paused and swiveled back around. "What, Steve?"

"Why are you just assuming that I don't feel the same?"

Now it was your turn to stare dumfounded. "Maybe because you're trying to win back Nancy? Maybe because I literally helped plan the perfect date for you to get her back?"

"That wasn't what my actual plan was! I wanted your ideal date because that's what I wanted to do for you! You know, now I see that maybe it was a stupid idea to pretend like it was for Nancy. That's my bad, I'm sorry." Steve rambled.

You were even more confused now. "Hold on, that was for me? You wanted to take me out? Like on an actual date?"

"Yeah! You're yelling at me for not noticing, but you haven't either. I like you. I have for a while. You're so funny, and we always have a good time together, and you really get me, you know? Not to mention that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," He spoke, words getting shyer as he went on.

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't you?" He shot back.

He had a point. You couldn't place all the blame on him when it's not like you'd ever gathered the courage to tell him before today. It's not like he was a mind reader. He was just a teenage boy. It's not like he hadn't made it obvious that he went out with a lot of girls, though.

"Well, you've always flirted with other girls, so I figured I wasn't even on your radar. And then you started having flings as we got older. Then you had Nancy. I just never thought it would be me," You said earnestly.

"I was an idiot, okay? I thought maybe that would make you jealous and you'd want me or something. That was kind of a douchey move. I'm sorry about that. I never thought it worked, though. Especially because you've been hooking up with that Hargrove asshole." Steve admitted.

"The Billy thing didn't mean shit. I promise. I just wanted to try to get my mind off of you, and I knew he was down with casual hook ups. My plan didn't work either. I still want you and only you, Steve."

You meant that. You might have thought that Billy was attractive, but you didn't feel as connected to him as you did Steve. Steve understood you in ways no one else would. That's why it had to be him.

"Looks like we're both pretty stupid, huh?" Steve huffed out a weak laugh.

You chuckled tiredly. "Yeah, looks like it." This had definitely been an emotionally taxing day.

Steve took a step closer. "But I know now. You like like me."

You took a step. "And you like like me."

"Isn't that a funny coincidence?" Steve closed the space between you and placed a hand on your hip.

"I guess it is." You grinned, looping your arms around his neck.

Steve put his other hand on your hip and pulled you closer. "Well, since I like you, and you like me, then maybe we should go out sometime?"

"On your recycled date for Nancy?" You feigned offense.

"I told you it was never meant for Nancy!"

"Yeah, yeah, just shut up and kiss me, Harrington," You giggled.

And when Steve, finally pressed his lips to yours, you didn't care that you had to wait for years. You didn't care that you'd both made so many mistakes in getting here. None of it mattered. You finally felt like everything in your life was right.

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A/N: So, I’m turning this into a full length fanfic on Wattpad, if you liked this then you can check that out if you want. It’s called The Harrington Dilemma by MSummers246 and I have a chapter out already. It's a little bit different than this little mini series, but the basic idea is the same. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 22: If Only

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst

WC: 13.6k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, so much fluff and awkward flirting but its cute so..., also angst im sorry

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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The second Jungkook sees ten missed calls from you, his heart stops in his chest as he bolts up in bed, his eyes bulging. 

He presses your number and holds it to his ear with bated breath. 

The first few rings are agonizing as his brain comes up with a million different scenarios as to what could have happened as he stumbles out of bed, grabs his gun from the nightstand, and runs to the door, scrambling to pull his shoes on. 

"Yo, the fuck?" Tae groans from the couch, "Why you freaking out at the ass crack of dawn?"

Jungkook ignores him as he finally gets his shoes on, then he hangs up and calls you again when you don't answer. He grabs his keys and runs out the door, not a word to Taehyung about where he's going. 

The older boy grunts in annoyance as he gets up and locks the front door before walking over and climbing into Jungkook's bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to his chest as he drifts back to sleep.

 ______________________

Jungkook drives as fast as he dares to your place, his hands gripping the steering wheel like a vice. 

Why didn't he hear your calls?

What could have happened?

Jungkook swallows thickly as he screeches to a stop at your apartment complex and runs for the stairs leading up to your door. 

He raps on the door harshly, "____! It's Jungkook, let me in!" Until he hears the lock click. 

The door cracks open slowly until he sees a little sliver of your face, looking at him with wide bloodshot eyes. 

Jungkook heaves a sigh, reaching a hand up to cover his eyes. 

"Fucking hell, ____. You scared the ever-living crap out of me."

You open the door the rest of the way and step aside for him to come in. 

Jungkook does, confused at your silence.

"What happened?" He asks the second you shut and lock the door. 

When you don't answer, Jungkook leans down to get a closer look at your face, a frown etched onto his. 

"Did you sleep?"

You shake your head. 

Jungkook sighs and takes your elbow to gently lead you to the couch. 

You sit down and fold your hands in your lap. 

Jungkook's frown deepens as he places a hand on your shoulder, "Something happened, didn't it?"

You nod. 

Jungkook looks around, "Is Mina here?"

He gets a head shake in return. 

Hm. 

He rubs your arm comfortingly, "Did you have nightmares? Is that why you called me?"

Another head shake. 

Jungkook worries his bottom lip, "Do you want to talk about i-"

"Who's L-Lotus?"

Jungkook's heart freezes in his chest when you say his alias. 

"Where did you hear that?" Jungkook breathes out. 

You look at him, "S-Someone called m-me last night..."

Jungkook says nothing, his jaw set, and his eyes dark and menacing. 

"...he s-said something about m-me being Lotus' sp-special girl," You say slowly, watching him. 

Jungkook swallows, "What did he sound like?"

You think hard, "I'm n-not sure. His v-v-voice was kind of deep..."

"Did he sound familiar at all?"

You shake your head at his question. 

"Why? Wh-Who is Lotus, J-Jungkook?"

"I don't know," He chokes out. 

You sigh and look down at your folded hands. 

Jungkook is about to say something when his phone rings. 

He frowns and pulls it out of his pocket to see his current housemate's name on it. 

"Hello?" He answers, irritated. 

A small chuckle comes from Tae, "Hey. I just wanted to let you know I just got a new hit. I'm going to be gone for probably close to two weeks."

"Ok," Jungkook responds, his mind still focused on other things. 

"Alright..." Tae sounds like he's about to say something else, then he changes his mind, "K, well I'll see you in two weeks I guess."

"See you."

Jungkook hangs up, then shakes his head to clear it. 

"So, someone called you last night?"

You nod. 

"And he said what?"

You think as hard as you can, a finger on your chin, "Mm...he s-said, 'so, you a-are L-Lotus' special girl n-now...'" 

"That's all he said?"

"I th-think so..."

Jungkook takes your shoulders and looks you dead in the eyes, "He said nothing else?"

You look at him with wide eyes as you shake your head, "I h-hung up b-before he could say anything e-else."

Jungkook nods as he pulls his hands back, contemplating a few things. 

"Jungkook, w-what's happening?"

He looks at you and sees genuine fear in your eyes. 

"Nothing I can't handle," Jungkook assures you. 

You let out a little sigh and rub at your tired eyes. 

Jungkook's face softens when he sees how sleepy you are, "You need some sleep, ____." 

You nod, "I know, I j-just couldn't sl-sleep last night. I thought s-someone was gonna break in and k-kill me."

"I'm sorry I didn't get your calls last night," Jungkook says guiltily. 

You look up at him, "P-Please don't apologize. It w-was me who t-told you to leave. It was m-my fault I was a-alone."

Jungkook sighs, "What happened to Mina, anyway? Why wasn't she here with you last night?"

You wring your fingers, "She's being w-w-weird."

"How so?" Jungkook asks. 

"She g-got a phone call yesterday and th-then said she h-had to leave f-f-for a few days."

Jungkook's jaw tenses and it doesn't go unnoticed by you. 

"W-What is it?" You breathe anxiously. 

"I don't know yet. I'll tell you when I figure it out."

You gulp and rub at your eyes again, then your tummy makes a growling sound, and Jungkook chuckles as your cheeks turn red. 

"Hungry?" He asks softly, to which you nod shyly. 

Jungkook stands up, "I'm going to make you some food. You're gonna eat it and then take a nap, sound good?"

You look like you're about to protest, but the look he gives you makes you shut your mouth and nod. 

Then you speak up as he heads to the kitchen, "M-Make yourself f-food too!"

He laughs, "Okay."

Jungkook ends up making something easy and quick; eggs and toast. 

You find a smile fighting to grow when you see him working seriously in the kitchen, the look of concentration on his face as he cracks the eggs, the way his arms look as he scrambles the eggs...

"____?"

"Hm? Huh?" You snap out of it and look at his face, your eyes wide. 

Jungkook smirks, "I asked if you wanted cheese in your eggs."

"Oh..." You're so flustered at being caught ogling him that your brain short-circuits, "W-What?"

"Cheese...in your eggs...yes or no?" 

"Oh! Y-Yes please."

Jungkook shakes his head with a smile and turns to the stove. 

A few minutes later, you're entranced once again by this boy. 

He's wearing a fitting black t-shirt so every time he stirs the eggs, his back and shoulders move and-

OH GOODNESS.

SNAP OUT OF IT ____.

You smack your hands over your eyes as you mutter to yourself about not being a creep. 

A moment later, you peek between your fingers to see him facing you now, but he's looking down as he takes the toast out of the toaster. 

His mouth is moving. 

He's saying something. 

Is he talking to himself?

Wonder what he's saying to himself...

Jungkook's eyes lift to you and he raises a brow. 

You straighten up instantly, uncovering your face. 

"You okay?" He asks. 

You nod frantically. 

"Well?" He looks at you pointedly. 

"Huh?" You say weakly. 

Jungkook's infamous smirk is back as he leans on the counter, "I asked if you wanted butter on your toast, pretty girl."

!!!

???

!!!

???

No thoughts. 

Head empty. 

Ok, one thought. 

P-P-PRETTY GIRL???

For a second, Jungkook is worried he might have actually given you a heart attack, then you seem to snap out of it as you laugh nervously. 

"Y-Y-Yes p-p-p-please."

His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he looks down to start buttering the toast.

"I'll try not to ask any more questions, as you were," Jungkook says teasingly. 

You wanna disappear. 

He totally knows you were checking him out. 

Lord, take me now.

You tear your eyes away from him, beating yourself up mentally.

How utterly humiliating. 

A minute later, Jungkook announces that breakfast is ready. 

"Table or couch?" He asks with two plates in his hands. 

"C-Couch," You say, your eyes avoiding his. 

Jungkook walks over and sets a plate on the coffee table in front of you, "Alright, time to get some strength into you."

You smile shyly, "Thank you, J-Jungkook."

He sits next to you, his own plate on his lap, "You're welcome."

The two of you eat in silence for a bit, then Jungkook speaks up, "Are you okay with naps?"

You nod, "If I'm t-tired enough, I c-can nap. But sometimes it's h-hard when it's light outside."

He nods thoughtfully as he takes another bite of toast. 

You finish your meal and Jungkook brings the dishes to the kitchen before coming back and standing in front of you. 

"Think you can get a nap in?"

You shrug. 

Jungkook holds out his hand, which you take, then he pulls you up off the couch and leads you to your room. 

You watch as he lets go of your hand to go and close the blinds tightly, darkening the room quite a bit. 

"That should help," He says as he leans over and fluffs up your pillows. 

You bite back a smile at how cute he's being. 

The duality of this man is shocking. 

Jungkook steps back, satisfied, "Do you have any nice smelling oils or candles?"

You walk out into the hall to the hall closet and grab out a candle, then bring it back to him. 

"Perfect," Jungkook takes it and sets it on your bedside table. then he pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights it up.

"W-What are you d-doing?" You ask shyly. 

Jungkook turns to you, "These things always helped my mom when she had a hard time sleeping."

Your heart aches at his words. 

He was so little, so tiny, and taking care of his mother...

Where on earth was his father during all of this?

You look into his eyes and smile, "Thank you s-so much, J-Jungkook."

He nods, suddenly getting shy as he scratches the back of his neck, "Yeah, well I hope it helps. I'll uh- I'll be in the living room, so uh- don't worry...no one's going to get in."

He leaves quickly, shutting the door behind him. 

There's now a soft glow in the room and the pleasant smell of the candle as you climb into bed and lay your head on the pillows he floofed for you. 

Your cheeks are hot and pink as you cup them, thinking about the past hour. 

He must've rushed over here right after waking up. 

You can tell because he was in a t-shirt and sweat shorts, something that you've never seen him in, which means they must have been his pajamas. 

You stifle a giggle and turn to stuff your face into your pillow. 

You can't get the image of Jungkook in sweatpants, cooking for you and calling you pretty girl, out of your head. 

You kick your feet, squealing a little into the pillow. 

Jeez, your heart is really going to stop if he keeps this up. 

You hug your pillow tightly to your chest and take a few deep breaths, "Ok, y-you need to sl-sleep, ____." 

After you've calmed yourself down a bit, your brain starts flitting over everything else that's happening. 

Why would someone be after you?

You're no one special...

Maybe Jungkook was mistaken...

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Jungkook is sitting on the couch, his gun on the coffee table and his phone in his hands. 

He drops his head back on the couch, a huge sigh leaving his mouth. 

This is all wrong. 

You can't be here, you just can't. 

It isn't safe. 

He doesn't know why they aren't trying harder, are they really that incompetent or is he just that lucky? 

Jungkook worries his bottom lip.

He can't take you back to Busan and you can't be here. He rubs at his eyes in frustration, dragging his hands down his face. 

"Fuck," He groans. 

Then a thought comes to his mind. 

Wait a second...

Didn't Tae say he was going to be gone for at least two weeks?

Jungkook takes his hands from his face and sits up, his brain going over everything. 

This could work...

Two weeks...it buys him more time. 

Ok, now how is he supposed to ask you to stay at his place for the next two weeks?

Jungkook bites his bottom lip in thought. 

You probably wouldn't be opposed to it, considering you kind of know a tiny bit of what's going on.

Shit, he really hopes you agree, because he can't think of another damn thing. 

Suddenly, he hears the door to your bedroom open. He snatches the gun from the table and slips it into his pocket after making sure the safety is on. 

You walk out slowly, rubbing your eyes, "H-How long did I sl-sleep?" You ask with a yawn. 

Jungkook looks at the time on his phone, "Almost three hours."

"Hm," You squeak, "P-Pretty good nap."

Jungkook smiles at your sleepy state as you walk over to sit on the couch with him. You give him a toothy grin before yawning and stretching your arms. 

The young man sitting on the couch next to you fights it, but he can't help looking over at you as you stretch and yawn, his heart thundering in its cage. 

Flustered, he looks away. 

Jungkook only looks back when he feels a small tap on his shoulder. 

"W-What do we do?" 

Jungkook sighs, "All you need to worry about is staying safe, ____. Trust me and do what I say, and you'll be fine."

"B-But we need to f-figure out wh-who-"

Jungkook shakes his head and you cut your sentence short, "That's for me to worry about, ok?"

You look at him indignantly, "Y-You're not g-going to do it alone-"

"____, I'm used to this," Jungkook tells you with an amused smile. 

You peer at him curiously as Jungkook looks steadily back at you, unfazed. 

After a minute of silence, you whisper, "Who a-are you, Jungkook?"

His gaze never falters as he continues to look into your eyes, "What do you mean?"

Your gaze drops, unable to keep his. 

"I-I mean...W-What do y-you really do?"

Jungkook scoots closer to you on the couch, causing you to look up at him with wide eyes. A small smile graces his features, "Like I said, all you need to worry about is staying safe."

"Why w-won't you tell me?" You pout and Jungkook glances down at your lips. 

You see his gaze drop and your heart speeds up, pounding like a herd of elephants. But you're not done talking yet. 

"L-Look at me," You say grumpily, "I d-don't care what you s-say, I'm going to h-help you!"

"No, you're n-"

"I am!"

Jungkook just continues to watch you as you fling your hands in the air, "I'm n-not a b-baby!"

"I'm not calling you one, I-"

"I'm a g-g-grown woman! I can make m-my own decisions!"

"Stop interrupting me-"

"S-Stop hiding th-things from m-mffmf!"

Your last sentence is cut short when Jungkook leans forward and presses his lips to yours, muffling the rest of your words. 

Your eyes bug out of your head at his action, but once you feel his warm hand cup your right cheek, you melt into the kiss. 

This shouldn't be happening. 

Jungkook can't fall in love with you...

Jungkook kisses you softly but firmly, his breath is staggered when he pulls away for a second before he dives right back in. The heat you feel throughout your body is searing, engulfing your entire being. 

You can't think of anything but him and his plush lips gliding smoothly along your own. 

Jungkook finally pulls away after a minute, but he's still awfully close to your face. He's staring into your eyes, his own shining with all the stars in the sky. 

He's so beautiful.

Jungkook feels his heart pull at the look in your eyes as you stare at him like he's the only thing in the entire world. 

"Do you trust me?" Jungkook asks quietly. 

You keep staring into his eyes, lost in them. 

"M-More than anyone."

His chest constricts at that. 

He doesn't deserve your trust, but he's going to earn it someday.

"Then trust me when I tell you that all you need to do is listen to me," Jungkook whispers, "I'm not going to lead you the wrong way. I'm going to keep you safe."

You can see the urgency in his eyes, the desperation for you to believe him. 

So, you nod, "Ok."

Jungkook leans in and kisses you once more, pressing his lips to yours quickly and pulling back, "Thank you for trusting me."

You nod again, too overwhelmed to speak. 

You don't see an ounce of embarrassment on his face after kissing you, if anything he seems more confident now. 

"There's something else I need to tell you...or more like ask you," Jungkook says hesitantly. 

You take his hand that's still resting on your cheek and hold it in yours, "Y-Yes?"

"____...you can't..."

You look at him curiously, "Hm?"

"You can't stay here."

You nod sadly, "I f-figured as much. M-Maybe I could s-stay with Mina-"

Jungkook's eyes darken at that and he shakes his head, "No, not with Mina."

You frown, "Then w-where do I go? I c-can't leave town. School is s-s-starting soon-"

"With me."

Your eyes widen, "Huh?"

"Stay with me, ____. Please."

You gulp, "Uhm...i-isn't your fr-friend staying with y-you? It would be cr-crowded..."

"Tae is going to be gone for a few weeks. We'll figure things out if stuff isn't resolved by then," Jungkook says confidently.

You bite your bottom lip, mulling it over. 

"Ok, I'll d-do it."

Jungkook lets out a breath of relief, "Thank you, ____." 

You nod, your cheeks tinted pink. 

"Ok, let's get your stuff together," Jungkook says, standing up and grabbing your hand. 

Your attention is so focused on his warm hand encompassing yours that you don't even move until he gives you a little pull as he chuckles. You stand up and follow him to the backroom, holding his hand the whole way. 

________________________________________

"What do you need besides your toothbrush and toothpaste?" 

You look over from the suitcase you're packing to see Jungkook poking his head out from your bathroom. 

You giggle and walk over to the bathroom, "I need p-plenty of things from th-the bathroom."

Jungkook looks at you quizzically, "Like what?"

You shake your head in amusement, "You're s-such a man."

"What's that supposed to mean," Jungkook mutters to himself as you push him gently to the side so you can get in. 

You grab a bag from under the sink and shake it out, then you put your toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, hairbrush, hair ties, nail clippers, tweezers, bobby pins, face wash, and makeup pouch into it. Then you go to the shower and grab your shampoo, conditioner, razor, loofa, and body wash and add those to the bag too. 

Jungkook's eyes are wide as he watches you put everything in. 

Then he sees you freeze. 

"What is it? What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, looking at your face. 

"Uhm..."

You look at him and Jungkook raises his eyebrows at you. 

Then you shrug and open a little cabinet that's above your toilet. 

Jungkook is confused. 

You grab out a few different things, but he doesn't know what they are. 

Some of them look like colorful squares and other ones are long colorful cylinders. 

You stuff them into the bag. 

"What is that?" Jungkook asks curiously, peering into the bag. 

You pull the bag to your chest, looking at him awkwardly. 

"Uh, girl st-stuff..."

You see him furrow his brows in confusion. 

Then suddenly his face drops and his eyes widen as he looks at you. 

You bite back a laugh when you see his cheeks turn crimson. 

Jungkook turns and leaves the bathroom without another word. 

You shake your head in amusement and walk out to set the bag on your bed. 

Jungkook is busying himself with obsessively folding the shirts you laid out on the bed. You walk over and stand next to him, grabbing a few skirts and pants to fold and place in your suitcase. After a few minutes of silence, you speak up, "You f-fold nicely."

Jungkook clears his throat, "Uh thanks."

At one point, you both reach for the same shirt, and your hands brush. 

You're about to pull your hand away, but Jungkook catches it and pulls it closer to his face. You're confused as to what he's doing until he places your hand on his, like the iconic scene from Tarzan. 

"Your hands are so small," He whispers. 

You laugh, "My h-hands are a-average, yours are just really b-big."

He folds his fingers over yours, emphasizing the size difference, a small smile on his face as his gaze drifts from your connected hands to your face. 

Then you see him glance down at your lips. 

"Ahem!" You clear your throat and pull your hand back. 

Jungkook frowns but lets you go. 

"We n-need to finish this or we'll never get d-done!" You declare, grabbing a pair of leggings and sloppily folding them.

Jungkook snatches them out of your hand playfully and folds them neatly.

 By the time you're all packed up, you're positively starving. 

You tell Jungkook as much. 

He laughs as he lugs your suitcase out of your room while you follow behind with a giant octopus, a starfish, and a purple teddy bear squished in your arms. 

Jungkook sets the suitcase by the door, then he turns to see a bunch of walking stuffed animals. 

"Jeez, ____. Give me one of those before you get crushed." 

He takes the giant octopus from you and is met with your beautiful face smiling at him. 

"Hi," You say cutely. 

He wrinkles his nose at your cuteness, "Hey," He says fondly as he bops your nose. 

You giggle and set the remaining stuffed animals on the couch. 

"Ok, all I n-need is my shoes."

You sit on the ground and pull on your sneakers. 

Jungkook crouches down the second he sees you struggling with the laces, your fingers unable to stop shaking enough to tie them. 

"Here, let me show you something."

Jungkook takes the laces and ties them so that they're secure but a little loose. 

"There, now you can slip them on and off without untying and retying them."

You look up at him and smile brightly, "Thanks!"

He nods, "Sure thing."

Then Jungkook helps you up off the floor and grabs your purse to hand to you. 

You sling it around your shoulder and grab the starfish and teddy bear, clutching them in your arms, determined not to let them fall. 

Jungkook smiles and grabs the suitcase, your bathroom essentials bag, and the giant octopus, then he opens the door for you. 

You thank him as you walk out, calling a goodbye to your apartment, then waiting for him to come out and close the door so you can lock it. 

You two head down to his car and stuff your things in the back, then you hop in and you're off.

 It doesn't take very long for you to get to Jungkook's apartment complex. 

It seems vaguely familiar, but you were so out of it the night that you stayed here that it isn't surprising that you don't remember much.

It takes a bit of effort, but the two of you manage to get up the stairs and to Jungkook's door with all your stuff. You look at the door number to see 333. 

Then you look over at 334, "That's w-where we stayed the o-other night...right?"

Jungkook nods as he unlocks his door, "Yup, his name is Jung Hoseok. The best neighbor I could ever ask for."

You smile at that, barely remembering what happened but knowing there was someone with a smile filled with sunshine and kind words. 

"Jung H-Hoseok," You say to yourself as the door swings open and Jungkook gestures for you to go ahead and go in front of him. 

You step in and look around in awe. 

You've never been in a boy's apartment before...

You slip your shoes off and walk in farther. 

It's just one big room...

And it’s cleaner than you expected for a boy that lives alone.

To the left, the kitchen is fairly small and in the main room, there's a single couch and a big bed that has covers rumpled all over it. There's also a very very small dining table just outside the kitchen. 

You look to the right and see a door leading to what must be the bathroom. 

Jungkook shuts the door and locks it, then he slips his shoes off. 

He notices you taking it all in and suddenly he's nervous. 

He didn't get the chance to tidy up before you came over. 

"Uh, sorry, I didn't get to clean or anything. And it's really small, I just-..." He trails off, scratching the back of his neck. 

You turn and smile at him, "I l-love it."

"Really?" He asks in surprise. 

You nod, "Mhm, it's c-cozy."

"Oh, uh yeah," Jungkook chuckles, "Well, everything here is yours to use, you can eat whatever and whenever you want."

The smile on your face is so big that you look almost comical. 

Jungkook can't help it, your smile is contagious. His grows as he shakes his head and brings your stuff over to the bed. He sets your suitcase on the ground by the bed, then walks over to the couch and places the octopus there. 

You set the stuffed animals you have on the couch as well and put your purse on the dining table. 

Then Jungkook goes to the bed and grabs the pillows and blanket off of it, carrying them over to the couch and putting them there. Then he strips the sheets off the bed.

"W-What are you doing?" You ask. 

Jungkook looks back at you, "Oh, I'm getting the bed ready."

"Uhm...for w-what?"

"You."

He says it so simply as he dumps the sheets into the laundry basket, then he goes to a closet and pulls out a clean sheet and an extra comforter and pillow. 

"Oh y-you don't have to d-do all that," You say, feeling bad. 

Jungkook laughs, "Don't be silly. You're not sleeping on that couch, and I'm not gonna make you sleep in my used sheets."

You wring your hands, feeling really bad that he's going to all these lengths for you. You can't help but feel like a burden. 

At your silence, Jungkook turns to you after getting the sheet on. 

He sees the look on your face, so he walks over and takes your hands. You look up at him and he squeezes your hands comfortingly, "Don't, ____."

"Don't w-what?"

"Don't think that you're a burden."

You look at him in surprise, confused as to how he just read your mind. 

"If I didn't want you here, I wouldn't have asked you. I could have easily gotten you a hotel. This was my idea, I want you here. All I'm doing is changing the bedding, I'm not rearranging my apartment," He boops your nose cutely when he sees your frown. 

That gets a smile out of you. 

Jungkook resists the urge to kiss your cute lips.

He can’t, you’re still not technically his.  

"Now, how about you order some food for us?" Jungkook suggests, "We can eat here today."

You nod, feeling better now that you can do something useful. 

Jungkook is just finishing up setting up the bed and you're sitting on the couch and placing an order for some food when there's a knock on the door. 

You and Jungkook both jump at the sound and look towards the door. 

Jungkook walks over and looks out the peephole, then he sighs in relief and opens the door, "Hey, Hoseok."

You glance over but you can't see anything around Jungkook's frame. 

"Hey, Jungkook! I had some extra flowers that aren't going to be used in any bouquets at the shop, so I thought I'd ask if you wanted some."

Jungkook turns to you with a raised brow. 

You nod excitedly. 

Jungkook smiles and turns back to his neighbor, "Sure, thanks a lot. Would you like to come in?"

A moment later, you see a tall handsome man with the brightest smile and an armful of gorgeous flowers. 

Your mouth falls open at his beauty, you can't help yourself. 

Jungkook sees you staring at Hoseok and feels a little pinch in his chest. 

Yeah, he's beautiful, we know. 

He rolls his eyes and grabs the flowers from Hoseok to get them in some water. 

"Hey!" Hoseok says to you, coming over to sit next to you, "We haven't officially met. I'm Hoseok."

"____," You say shyly as you shake his outstretched hand. 

"How are you feeling, ____?" 

"F-Fine, thank you."

Hoseok smiles at that, then he turns to see Jungkook walking over, his hands in his pockets. 

"____ is going to be staying here for a little bit," Jungkook says. 

"Oh, how wonderful! You'll have to come over for dinner sometime. I was actually going to ask you to dinner this weekend Jungkook, I'm having my other friends over again too."

Jungkook looks at you and you nod so he looks back at Hoseok, "Sure, we'd love to."

"Great!" Hoseok plants his hands on his knees and stands up, "Well, I need to get back to the shop. It was wonderful to officially meet you, ____." 

"It w-was nice to m-meet you! Th-Thank you for the fl-flowers!"

He nods with a smile before heading to the door. 

Jungkook follows him to the door, "Thanks for the flowers, Hoseok. And for the invite."

"Of course! I can't wait for this weekend! See you guys then."

Hoseok leaves and Jungkook locks the door behind him. 

"He's so n-nice!" You exclaim. 

Jungkook nods, "Yeah, he's great," He walks over to sit next to you on the couch, "Did you get a chance to order the food?"

You nod happily, "Mhm! Sh-Should be here soon."

"Perfect," Jungkook stands up and reaches a hand down for yours, "Let's get you unpacked and settled in."

You take his hand and let him pull you up. 

Jungkook plays some music on the radio as the two of you get your stuff ready. 

Your stuffed animals go on the bed and your suitcase slides under it nicely. Next, Jungkook insists you put your hygiene products in the bathroom. 

You place your soaps in the shower and your toothbrush and toothpaste in a little cup Jungkook points out that has his in it already. 

Jungkook carefully arranges your hairbrush and hair ties on the counter, then places your makeup bag next to them. 

"There, perfect!" You two step back to observe your work, "What's left?" Jungkook asks, looking at you who has the bag.

You look in it to see your pads and tampons, "Uhm, I'll just l-leave this with m-my stuff."

Jungkook reddens when he realizes. 

The doorbell rings not a moment later so Jungkook hurries out to get it. 

You hear the front door open and close. 

"Food's here, ____!"

You walk out and place your feminine products under the bed with your suitcase. 

Jungkook is standing at the dining table, pulling boxes out of a plastic bag. 

You walk over and peer over his shoulder, sniffing the air. 

"Mmm!" 

Jungkook jumps ten feet in the air and turns to see you right behind him, giggling. 

"Jeez, ____ you gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry," You giggle, "I d-didn't mean to sc-scare you."

"Suuure," Jungkook drawls, an amused smile on his face.

You shrug cutely, then point at the food, "I'm h-hungry."

"Me too, let's eat."

The two of you sit and divide up the food amongst yourselves, then you dig in. 

"This is the best jjajangmyeon I've ever eaten," Jungkook says after swallowing a bite. 

You nod enthusiastically, "Y-Yeah!" 

Jungkook looks up to see your cheeks stuffed to the max and black bean sauce coating your lips. He smiles at the sight before grabbing a napkin and leaning over to wipe your mouth. 

You freeze at his action, then your cheeks heat up. 

"Uhm, th-thanks."

Jungkook nods with a little smirk, "Mhm."

The two of you keep eating, scarfing down all the food in record time. 

When you're on your last few bites, you look up at Jungkook who is scraping the sauce with his fork and eating it. 

"J-Jungkook..."

He looks up, "Yeah?"

"I w-want to know y-you."

Jungkook's brows furrow at your words.

You two sit in silence for a moment until Jungkook speaks up, "What do you mean? You do know me...?"

You shake your head, "I w-want to really know y-you. I know your f-favorite color is red and bl-black, and you love any f-food with wheat in it, l-like bread and noodles and p-pastries-"

Jungkook gulps, confused at how you remember all that. 

"-but I w-want to know m-more about you."

He sets down his fork as you take your last bite, chewing it thoughtfully and swallowing before wiping your face with your wrist. 

"Ok."

You look at him, your eyes shining at his answer. 

He gets up and clears all of the trash, tossing it into the trashcan, then he takes your hand and leads you to the couch. 

He sits and pulls you to sit next to him. 

Close to him. 

Very close. 

Oh jeez. 

You fight the urge to physically slap some sense into your brain. 

"What would you like to know?"

His face is awfully close to yours and he keeps glancing at your lips, making your heart race with nerves. 

You pull away and sit on the far end of the couch. 

"Y-You sit over there," You point to the other side. 

Jungkook laughs, "Why?" 

"B-Because..."

Jungkook laughs again but does as you say. He gets up and moves to the other side of the couch. 

You bring your legs up to curl in front of you as Jungkook has one leg folded on the couch, the other still on the ground. 

He's practically manspreading. 

You pull your eyes up to his face, your own is uncomfortably hot. 

"What do you want to know?" Jungkook asks again, a little smirk still present on his face. 

You try to think, you really do, but you can't stop thinking about how nervous he makes you. When you glance at his face again, it just makes it worse when he pulls his lip between his teeth.  

It seems like he does it unconsciously, but that doesn't help you in the slightest. 

"I m-mean, I d-don't know..."

Jungkook's face softens at your nervous actions. 

You're looking down and fiddling with your hands, your socked feet curling and flexing your toes. 

"I like to draw."

You look up at him, your eyes bright, "R-Really?"

He nods, "Yeah, well at least I used to. I haven't for a long time."

You bounce up and down in your seat, "We sh-should! We should draw!"

Jungkook chuckles nervously, "Maybe sometime...well, it's your turn."

"Mm...I b-broke my pinky t-toe once."

Jungkook winces, "Ouch, that must have hurt."

You nod, "It d-did."

He smiles at your thoughtful expression. 

You two talk about random things you enjoy or dislike for quite a while. Pretty soon you've got Jungkook laughing and you're a lot more comfortable. Your legs are straight out in front of you now, almost touching Jungkook's leg. 

He notices but pretends like it doesn't faze him. 

"Nice socks," Jungkook says teasingly as you flex your toes, "Th-Thanks!"

They're a pastel orange with little avocados all over them. 

He chuckles, his head resting on his fist as he rests his elbow on the couch. 

"Have you ever been in love?" Jungkook asks since it's his turn. 

You blush at the question and nod, "Y-Yeah."

"Really? Tell me more," Jungkook says, paying full attention to you. 

"It w-was when I was younger," You say quietly, "Jimin, a-actually."

Jungkook's stomach turns to rot and he clears his throat, "Oh." 

"Yeah."

"And nothing came of it?"

You shake your head, "N-No, he rejected me," You laugh, "He l-liked someone else."

"Idiot," Jungkook mumbles.

You're busying yourself with giggling at your feet, making them flex and dance. 

Then you look up to see Jungkook watching you with a smile. 

His eyes are shining. 

You're about to smile back-

Tainted.

Worthless.

Disgusting.

The smile fades from your lips and you pull your legs back to curl them close to you, your gaze dropping to the floor. 

Jungkook frowns, "What's wrong?"

You shrug, "N-Nothing."

Jungkook's frown deepens, and he gets up to come closer to you. 

You watch warily as he kneels beside you and reaches out to take your hand. 

You stare at your joined hands for a moment, then you pull your hand away. 

"I'm s-sorry," You mumble. 

Jungkook watches your face closely. 

He isn't sure what happened or anything that could have triggered this reaction from you. 

"You have no reason to be sorry, ____," Jungkook says kindly, a sincere look in his eyes. 

You hold your legs tighter, "I'm sorry I k-keep pushing you a-away."

"Don't," Jungkook whispers, "You have no obligation to me. If I made you uncomfortable or made you feel like we were going too fast, I'm sorry. I should've been more considerate."

You shake your head frantically, "It isn't th-that. It isn't you."

Jungkook keeps his eyes locked on yours and you can see his emotions through them. He wants to help you. 

But he can't. 

No one can. 

"Will you talk to me about it?" Jungkook asks hesitantly, not wanting to push you. 

"I c-can't."

Jungkook nods, "Ok, I understand. Whenever you're ready, please let me know. You can let me in."

You nod, "I know."

I want to tell you. 

Ask me again. 

Ask me, Jungkook. 

I need to tell someone. 

I need to tell you. 

It's so heavy. 

I can't let it go. 

I don't want it anymore. 

Please ask me again. 

Please, Jungkook. 

Don't leave me.

Jungkook stands up, but then he feels a tug on his fingers. 

He looks down to see you holding the tips of his fingers, your grip strong and desperate. 

"I-I'm tainted."

You say it so quietly, the words filled with so much shame that it knocks the air out of Jungkook's lungs. 

He turns to look at you. 

Your big eyes are filled with shining tears of humiliation. 

"____," Jungkook breathes. 

You glance up at him, finally meeting his eyes. 

"I'm disgusting, J-Jungkook. I'm worthless, I'm stupid and t-tainted. I don't deserve y-you. I like you so so m-much, but I can't. I sh-shouldn't, it's selfish of me to l-like someone like you," You let go of his fingers to wipe at the tears now streaming down your face, "I c-can't help it though. I s-see you and everything b-bad g-goes away, and I get butterflies in my tummy and it's like n-nothing I've ever felt b-before."

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat as you sniffle and wipe at your face.

"I'm sc-scared, Jungkook. I'm scared of whoever is l-looking for me, and I'm scared t-to like you and for you to like m-me back. It's all wrong, I know," You're sobbing now, "I know I d-don't deserve y-you, but please don't leave me, J-Jungkook, please don't l-leave me-"

Suddenly you feel warm hands grasping your face, but you can't really see through your tears. Your vision is blurry and you're sobbing uncontrollably. You're a complete mess, snot dripping from your nose and your eyes red and swollen.

Your breathing is erratic as you try to get a breath in, but you're sobbing so hard that you can't.

You hear Jungkook saying something, but you can't tell what it is. You can't hear anything but your own wretched sobs. 

Then a pair of strong arms are wrapping around you, holding you tightly, securely. 

You wrap your arms around him and sob into his shoulder, all the disgust and self-hatred over the past four years is all coming out now. You had kept it all bottled up for so long. 

You don't know how long you cry for, it could have been hours. 

What feels like forever later, you're finally starting to calm down. 

Not a word has been spoken since Jungkook pulled you into his arms, he's just been letting you cry it out. 

Eventually, you run out of tears, completely and utterly spent. 

When all you're doing is sniffling and coughing a little, Jungkook finally speaks up, "You're okay, ____."

You nod, "I'm o-okay," You choke out.

You pull away, embarrassed but also relieved. You haven't cried like that since you found out about your family's death. 

Jungkook immediately cups your face, "Look at me, don't you shut me out again."

You nod shyly, keeping your eyes on his. 

Jungkook takes his shirt and wipes your nose before cupping your face again.

"You are not disgusting," Jungkook says firmly, "You are not tainted, you are not stupid, and you are not worthless. You mean more to me than I can ever explain. I don't understand it myself, ____. I didn't mean to fall for you, I swear I didn't. But I couldn't be more grateful for the way things turned out. I couldn't be more grateful for meeting you. Thank you for letting me know you."

Your eyes are wide and confused as you stare at him. 

Does he really mean it?

Jungkook leans forward and presses his forehead to yours, his nose touching yours gently. 

"Don't shut me out, ____. Don't let me feel this on my own," His breath fans across your face. 

"I w-won't," You say shakily, "I won't, J-Jungkook."

A relieved smile paints his features as he sighs, "Thank God."

You two sit there for a moment, then you take him by surprise when you whisper, "Please k-kiss me."

You want him to take it away, replace the wretched memory with something beautiful.

Jungkook doesn't waste a second before he's pressing his lips to yours. 

He pulls away for a second to change positions and chuckles when you move after him, chasing his lips. 

Jungkook turns his head and slots his mouth with yours again, he can't get enough of your pretty little lips. 

When you finally separate, you gasp in a breath of air as Jungkook starts to pepper kisses all over your face. He stands up, pulling you with him. 

You don't even realize where you're going, too distracted by his kisses, then you feel the back of your knees hit the mattress and you're suddenly laying on it, Jungkook hovering over you as his kisses go back to your lips. 

"I'm going to kiss you," Jungkook says between kisses, "Until you believe you're worthy of being cared about."

You feel tears come to your eyes again, slipping out and rolling down your cheeks. 

Jungkook kisses the tears away before returning to your lips. 

Your whole body feels like it's on fire. 

You've never felt this way before.

“J-Jungkook,” You gasp when he kisses your jaw. 

You feel like you're about to burst into flames. 

It's so hot in here. 

You sit up, pushing Jungkook back as you yank off your cardigan. 

His eyes widen but you put a hand up, your own eyes wide. 

"I'm j-just hot, don't get any ideas," You warn him with a little smile. 

Jungkook laughs nervously and puts his hands up, "I didn't say anything."

The two of you stare at each other, both panting from the past few minutes. 

Then Jungkook crawls closer to you, "Do you believe me yet?"

You nod with a giggle, "Y-Yes."

He stops his advances, a little pout on his face, "Darn, I didn't get to kiss you enough."

You laugh and push his chest, "Don't b-be silly."

Jungkook chuckles, his eyes squinting cutely. 

___________________________________________

Rain is pouring around you, you can't see anything. 

You don't know where you are. 

You're stumbling around, your body aching terribly. 

Tainted. 

Disgusting. 

Worthless. 

You see a light up ahead, shining in the darkness. 

But the more you walk, the farther away it gets. 

Then a strong hand grips your arm and pulls you backward, "I'm sorry it had to be like this, ____."

A horrible pain spreads through your skull-

You shoot up in bed, a hand grabbing your chest. 

You look around, confused for a moment, then you remember where you are. 

You look at the couch, but there isn't anything but pillows and rumpled covers. 

"J-Jungkook?" 

Right when the name slips from your lips, the door to the bathroom opens and Jungkook walks out, drying his hair with a towel. 

"Oh, morning," He smiles. 

"G-Good morning," You say shyly, wiping the sweat from your chest and forehead. You're all sticky and gross after sweating so much in your sleep. 

Jungkook cocks his head, "You wanna take a shower?"

You jump at that and look at him in shock, "Huh?"

"Relax," Jungkook smirks, "I left some hot water for you."

"Oh, uh y-yeah. Ok."

You push the covers off of you, swinging your legs off the bed and hopping down. Jungkook sees your cute nightgown, then turns his head and walks toward the kitchen, "Want some food?"

You grab some clothes from your suitcase before looking at him, "Yes pl-please!"

Jungkook chuckles quietly, "Alright, it'll be ready when you're done in the shower."

"Thank y-you."

"Of course."

You hurry to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. 

Then you strip and set your nightgown on the toilet lid carefully. Turning the water on, you wait for it to reach the perfect temperature before stepping in. 

Your eyes close as the water streams around you, washing off all of the stress and sweat from last night. 

You don't take long but by the time your body is dry and your hair is up in a towel, you're positively starving. 

You're dressed in leggings and a huge cream-colored t-shirt that goes to your knees. 

When you walk out of the bathroom and see Jungkook cooking something at the stove, your tummy erupts with butterflies. 

Again, he's wearing a black, fitting t-shirt, but long sweats this time. 

His back muscles keep flexing as he stirs whatever smells so heavenly on the stove. 

At the sound of the door opening, Jungkook turns and sees you with a towel wrapped up on your head. 

A laugh slips out as he gazes at you, "Hey."

"H-Hi," You say, cheeks pink as you glance down. 

When you walk over to sniff the contents in the pan, Jungkook bites his lip to contain his urge to kiss you. 

Fuck.

Hold yourself back, Jeon. 

You can't kiss her all the time. 

Damn it. 

"Mmm! S-Smells good!"

Jungkook swallows, pulling himself together, "Thanks, I wanted to show you that I can cook more than just eggs and toast," He says cheekily. 

You laugh, "Silly."

"Ok, shoo," Jungkook gently pushes you out of the way so he can get to the stove. You laugh and move to the side a little. But you stay close, almost right by his side as he finishes cooking. 

When breakfast is ready, you help him dish it out and set the table. You unwrap your head, letting your wet hair fall, then the two of you sit to eat. 

Breakfast goes by in silence, both of you too focused on the delicious food to say anything. But after your last bite, you're all smiles and gushing to Jungkook about how good his cooking is. 

"You n-need to teach m-me!" You say. 

Jungkook laughs, "You can cook! You made kimbap that one time, you were better at the eggs than I was then."

You shake your head, "Kimbap is b-basically j-just putting stuff together and rolling it up. Not actually c-cooking anything."

Jungkook shrugs, "I guess, but it was still good."

"Thanks," You say shyly. 

Jungkook smiles, "I'll teach you some dishes if you want, sweetpea."

Your cheeks heat up and you cup them to cool them down, your flustered gaze looking down at your empty bowl. 

"Get used to it, ____," Jungkook says with a smirk, knowing exactly why you're flustered. 

You glare at him playfully, then you stand up and pick up your empty bowl. You grab Jungkook's but he snatches it back, "No, sit down, I'll do the dishes."

He gets up but you snatch the bowl back and run for the sink. 

Jungkook shakes his head and follows you. 

"Y-You made breakfast!" You say as you start washing the bowls. 

"Yeah, but you're the guest, I'm not letting the guest clean my dishes," Jungkook grabs the bowl but your hands are still on it, wetting it with water. 

"Give it," Jungkook mutters, pushing your hip with his own.  

"No!" You push back but he's a lot stronger than you are so you don't get very far. 

He finally slips the bowl out of your hand, "Ah-ha!"

"J-Jungkook! Give it back!" You whine and reach up to grab it. 

You're on your tippy-toes, trying to grab it, but he's too tall and he's stretching his arm way over his head. 

"Nuh-uh, down!" 

"Hey! D-Don't talk to me like th-that!" You grumble, reaching up as high as you can. 

Jungkook just laughs at your inability to get the bowl. 

"Jungkook!" 

You shriek when he shoves his fingers into your side and starts tickling you with one hand while the other is still raising the bowl. 

You fall into a fit of giggles and squeals until Jungkook overpowers you enough to move you from the sink. Then he drops the bowl into the sink so he can tickle you with both hands. 

"St-Stop!" You can't stop laughing and now you've got a stitch in your side because of it. 

"I found your weakness!" Jungkook says as he tickles you more, laughing along with you. 

You finally wrench away from him and bolt to the bed, but Jungkook is right behind you. 

You squeal and leap onto the bed, grabbing the covers and ducking under them to hide from him. 

Jungkook laughs loudly at your poor attempt to escape him. 

Then he starts tickling you from outside the covers. 

"AHHHHhhhhhhHHHHHH NOOOooooOO!"

The lump of covers that is you is wiggling around frantically. 

Jungkook doubles over laughing, finally letting you breathe. 

You struggle to get out of the covers, but when you finally do, you glare at Jungkook, your hair all in your face. 

"Y-Y-You're a meanie!"

Jungkook holds his side as he chokes on his laughter. 

"I'm g-gonna get you b-back!"

Jungkook finally calms down enough to get a breath in as he straightens up. 

"Shit, I almost died," He says, hand on his heart. 

"YOU almost d-died?"

Jungkook chuckles at your angry face. 

So fucking cute.

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"Why are you being such a brat?"

It's your sixth day here and your first fight with Jungkook since being here. 

You both knew it was inevitable, being cooped up in this tiny apartment with nothing to do but hang out with each other. 

You haven't left since coming here. 

Jungkook has gone to get the mail and to get food a few times, but other than that, you've both been stuck inside. 

Jungkook is too scared to let you go outside, but you've had enough. 

"I w-wanna go outside!" You say, stomping your foot. 

Jungkook grits his teeth, "It's too dangerous, ____, you know that."

"Then f-fix it," You say grumpily. 

Jungkook scoffs at your words, "Oh shit, is it that simple? Why the fuck didn't I think of that?" He says sarcastically. 

You fold your arms over your chest and huff, extremely annoyed with him. 

The two of you have been playing board games and stuff, but you want to go outside and do something else. You feel like you're going crazy in here. 

"I want t-to go out," You pout, looking away from him angrily. 

Jungkook sighs, "I know, I'm sorry. I'll figure something out, okay?"

You nod grumpily, then you stomp off to the bathroom and shut the door. 

Jungkook sighs and rubs his eyes. 

He knew it wasn't going to be easy living with you, but you've been so moody the past two days, and it's pissing him off. Mostly because he doesn't really know why you're upset or how to help you. 

He knows you want to go outside, he just can't help feeling anxious about it. But he needs to figure something out because you're going back to work next week anyway, and he can't stop you from that. 

Jungkook grumbles to himself as he goes to the kitchen to start dinner. One look in the fridge doesn't brighten his mood any. He has enough to make something for dinner, but he's going to need to go to the store tomorrow. 

Maybe he can take you with him...

"Jungkook?"

He hears your voice call him grumpily from the bathroom. 

Jungkook sighs and walks over to the bathroom door, "Yeah?"

"Can y-you...get m-me a pad?" You ask, still sounding irritated. 

"A what?" Jungkook asks, confused. 

He hears you sigh in annoyance, "A p-pad."

"What's that?"

There's a moment of silence and he's about to ask again when you speak up in disbelief, "Really?"

Jungkook bites back the sarcastic reply he was about to toss at you and takes a deep breath instead, "Yes, really. What and where is it?"

"J-Jungkook..."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "____, just tell me where to find it," He snaps.

"In the white b-b-bag under the bed."

Jungkook walks over to the bed and rummages around under it until he finds the white plastic bag. He pulls it out and looks inside to see the colorful things you grabbed out of your bathroom before. 

Your...

Girl stuff...

Jungkook's face flushes bright red as the realization hits him like a brick to the face. 

Fuck. 

You're on your period. 

He's such an idiot. 

Jungkook grabs out a square one and a cylinder-looking one, not knowing which one a 'pad’ is. He thinks it might be the square one...but he isn't sure. His mom never taught him anything about periods, and he dropped out of school before they ever mentioned anything about them. 

Do they even teach boys about them in school?

He has no idea. 

Either way, he knows nothing, so he grabs both and makes his way back to the bathroom. 

"I uh, I got you- both- I didn't know which one you wanted," Jungkook speaks up, willing his voice not to crack like a prepubescent teen. 

He hears a small sigh from in the bathroom, then you speak up. 

"Thank y-you, you can sh-shove them under the d-door."

He does so, then he goes back to making dinner, trying to pretend like what just happened didn't just happen. 

Well, at least he knows now why you've been so grumpy. 

Being cooped up here and being on your period at the same time can't be pleasant. 

Jungkook starts to feel bad as he's cutting the vegetables for the stew he's going to make. 

You haven't come out of the bathroom yet...

He glances at the door, then back at the cutting board, biting his lip. 

Are you in pain?

He remembers his mom saying something about periods being painful when she mentioned them like once. 

Shit. 

He shouldn't have spoken to you the way he did. 

At least you had an excuse to snap at him...

Jungkook worries his bottom lip as he keeps glancing at the bathroom door. 

Eventually, he hears the toilet flush and the sink turn on. He jumps and turns to keep cutting the vegetables carefully. 

He focuses really hard on cutting this carrot in front of him, but he can't help but get nervous when the bathroom door opens. 

He hears your soft footsteps as you make your way over to him and glance at the vegetables cooking in the pan. 

"Smells g-good," You say quietly. 

"I'm glad," Jungkook says, adding the carrots. 

Silence falls between you two as Jungkook stirs the vegetables. 

"I'm s-sorry."

Jungkook looks at you when you speak, his chest tightening. 

"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

You shake your head, "I w-was being a brat. I'm sorry, J-Jungkook."

Jungkook sets the spoon down and turns to fully face you, leaning his lower back against the counter. 

He reaches out and takes your arms, gently pulling you closer to him. 

You step forward until your faces are only a foot apart, then you get nervous butterflies in your tummy. 

The two of you haven't kissed since that day. 

Jungkook tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "Ok, we were both being difficult and we're both sorry, how does that sound?"

You nod. 

Jungkook smiles at you then pulls you forward until he's able to place a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

"How are you feeling?" He whispers when he pulls away. 

You shrug, "N-Not good."

Jungkook frowns sympathetically.

"Will food help?"

You nod, "Mhm." 

He chuckles, "Alright, it'll be done soon."

You watch him quietly as he cooks, standing by his side and watching closely. 

Jungkook keeps wanting to pull you into a hug, but he leaves it be. He knows your emotions are iffy right now and he doesn't want to upset you. 

Dinner is done relatively quickly, much to your delight, and Jungkook dishes it up, giving you an extra ladleful when you aren't looking. 

Then he brings it to the table, chuckling at you as you bounce in your seat, more than ready for food. 

"Alright, eat up."

You grab your spoon and dig in as soon as Jungkook is seated. 

He laughs and shakes his head as he eats 

"This is d-d-delicious!"

"Thanks," Jungkook says somewhat shyly. 

You shovel down the stew in record time and even get seconds, finishing those off before Jungkook is even finished with his first bowl. 

Jungkook just barely contains his laughter at how adorable you are when you eat. 

He loves it when you eat, it makes his heart warm. 

He would cook for you forever if you let him...

Wait, what?

Jungkook clears his throat and finishes off his soup quickly, trying to think about something else. 

After you're done with your second bowl, you're leaned back on your chair, a hand on your tummy. 

"I'm f-full," You pout. 

Jungkook chuckles, "No kidding."

You frown at him, "I think I h-have a food b-baby."

Jungkook guffaws, almost choking to death on his spit as you continue to pout at him. 

"Sorry, I know the feeling," Jungkook says, trying to get his laughter under control. 

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"If y-you beat me again, I'll c-c-cry forever," You threaten as Jungkook rolls the dice. 

He laughs lightly as he shakes his head, "Well then you'll just have to try harder and beat me."

You frown at that and watch bitterly as Jungkook gets a good roll. 

You sigh and lean your head back on the couch, "Of c-course."

Jungkook snickers and moves his piece, "Your turn."

The game ends ten minutes later, with you being the victor, much to your surprise. 

Jungkook was way ahead of you the entire game. 

You suspect he let you win, but he acts so happy at your victory that you don't have the heart to call him out on it. 

So you cheer and throw your fake money in the air as Jungkook laughs at your antics. 

You smile at him, your heart warm. 

He's laughing so much these days, nowhere near what he was like when you first met. 

You hope it lasts. 

"Hey," Jungkook says as the two of you are putting the game away. 

"Hm?" You finish stacking the blue bills and hand them to him. 

He tucks them into the box, "I'm going to run to the store tomorrow, do you want to come with me?"

Your eyes light up, "Oh, c-could I?"

He nods, "Of course. I'm sorry if you've felt trapped here, I never wanted you to. I just wanted you to be safe..."

You see the guilt in his face as he places the dice in the box, so you touch him on the shoulder, and he looks up at you. 

"Thank y-you, Jungkook...f-for keeping m-me safe."

Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he nods uncertainly, still feeling guilty. 

The two of you finish cleaning up the game, then you sit on the couch and scroll on your phones for a while. 

Jungkook is manspreading comfortably on the couch, and your feet are on his lap as you look at pictures on your phone. 

After a few minutes, Jungkook hears you groan softly and shift. 

"You okay?" He asks, looking up from his phone. 

You nod, "F-Fine."

He frowns but goes back to his phone. 

Another few minutes pass, then he hears you start breathing carefully, in and out through your nose. 

He looks over and sees your face scrunched up in pain. 

He's about to ask you what he can do for you, but you stand up and go to the bathroom before he can. 

Jungkook bites his bottom lip. 

Then an idea comes to his mind and he gets up. 

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*Knock knock knock*

The door opens and Jungkook is met with Hoseok's smiling face.

"Hey, Kook! I didn't think I would see you until tomorrow for dinner!" 

Jungkook nods, a hand going to the back of his neck, "Yeah, I just had a quick question." 

Hoseok looks at him curiously, "I don't know how much help I'll be, but shoot."

"Uhm...you uh- you have a girlfriend, right?"

Hoseok nods with a knowing smile, he knows Jungkook is going to ask something related to you. 

"So uh...you must know what to do when a girl is-...when she's uh- on her...when she's..."

He wants to choke and die. 

Hoseok's eyes brighten in realization, "Oh! When it's that time of the month, you mean?"

Jungkook nods miserably. 

Hoseok laughs, making Jungkook want to shrink and disappear even more. 

Then he calls over his shoulder, "Hey babe, Kook has a question for you."

Jungkook reddens as a girl comes up behind Hoseok, "What's up, Hobi?" She asks in confusion, then she sees Jungkook. 

"Oh, hi! You must be Jungkook, Hobi has talked a lot about you," She reaches a hand out, "I'm Sana."

"Nice to meet you," Jungkook mumbles, giving her hand a shake. 

Hoseok nods toward Jungkook, "His girl is at the time of the month and the poor boy is lost. Got any tips for him?"

Jungkook's mouth gapes like a fish out of water at Hoseok's choice of words. 

His girl?

Sana laughs lightly, "Aw, poor things. Well, first things first, give her some pain medicine and a heating pad."

Jungkook nods, ok, meds and heat.

"Girls also crave a lot of junk food on their periods, especially chocolate, lots of chocolate."

Junk food, chocolate, got it. 

But then she keeps going. 

"But don't let her drink a lot of milk or eat a lot of dairy in general, it makes cramps worse."

Ok, not a lot of dai-

"Also, there's this music online that you can find that actually helps with cramps-"

Music...helps cramps-

"Flowers would be a nice pick-me-up..."

Shit, he needs a list-

"-but what really helps is cuddles-"

Cuddles-

Cuddles??

"And there's a few massages that will help, with cramps and back pain-"

Shit, you get back pain too?

"-make sure she drinks lots of water because she'll get headaches and nausea too-

Headaches?? Nausea??

"-and exercise actually helps with cramps."

Exercise...

Hoseok and Sana look at Jungkook as he stares at them with huge eyes. 

"Shoot, I think you broke him, Sana."

Sana laughs, "Sorry, Jungkook. Here, I'll write a list for you."

She disappears for a minute, then comes back and hands it to him, "I hope she feels better!" 

"Uh, thanks," Jungkook says weakly as he takes the list. 

He goes back to his place, opening the door right when you come out of the bathroom. 

You don't even ask him where he was, you just crawl into bed and pull the covers over your head. 

Jungkook frowns at that, then he goes to the kitchen and grabs the painkillers. 

He shakes out a couple and grabs a glass of water before bringing it over to you.

"____?"

You come out from hiding, your eyes squinting up at him, "Mm?"

"Here, take this," Jungkook holds out the medicine and water. 

You take it and sit up, taking the meds and gulping the water. 

"Tha-Thank you, Jungkook."

He nods, "I hope it works."

"Me t-too," You say with a laugh, then you lay down again. 

Jungkook looks at the list again, mumbling to himself. 

"Heating pad...heating pad..."

He doesn't own a heating pad.

Why doesn't he own a heating pad?

Jungkook sighs, then he grabs his phone and types in, how to make a homemade heating pad.

The first result looks good, so he goes to his closet and grabs a clean sock, then he goes to the kitchen and fills it with rice. 

After that he puts it in the microwave for a minute, then steps back, watching it warily. 

Fuck microwaves man.

It beeps and he quickly grabs it out and shuts the microwave, then he brings it over to you after testing out how warm it is. 

Mm, pretty nice. 

"____," He whispers. 

You come out again, "Y-Yeah?"

Cute...

Shit. 

Focus. 

He holds out the makeshift heating pad, "It's a heating uh- pad."

The smile that spreads on your face is so precious it has him melting. 

You look at Jungkook holding out the sock, his big eyes searching yours. 

He's so gentle. 

Nothing like the intimidating young man you grew used to. 

You suppose you'll grow used to this Jungkook too. 

You take the warm sock, giggling. 

"It f-feels nice, th-thank you so much."

He nods, then he turns on his heel and heads for the couch. 

__________________________

You slept pretty well that night, thanks to Jungkook helping you with the medicine and heating pad. 

You groan as you stretch your arms above your head then rub at your eyes. 

Squinting in the light, you look over to the couch to see it once again empty. But a glance in the kitchen shows you that Jungkook is already up and dressed. 

He's looking around in the kitchen, a frown of concentration on his face. 

You sit up in bed and rub your eyes again, trying to get them to unblur. 

After a minute of sitting there and watching Jungkook, you come to your senses enough to get up and go to the bathroom. 

You get dressed quickly and come out to see Jungkook holding a banana and an apple, a pout on his face. 

You laugh, "W-What's wrong?"

Jungkook holds the fruit out to you, "This is all we have. Like I said, we need to go to the store. Do you want the banana or apple?"

You bite back another laugh and take the apple, "Th-Thanks!"

He nods and starts peeling the banana, eating it grumpily. 

"Why are y-you mad?" You ask, biting into the apple. 

Jungkook shrugs, chewing and swallowing as he moves around to get his shoes. 

You have a feeling it's because he wants more than a banana for breakfast. 

Poor dude. 

You slip on your shoes, grab your purse, and wait for Jungkook by the door as he grabs his wallet and keys, then he opens the door for you and you walk out, thanking him. 

When you step out into the daylight, you breathe in the fresh air, a huge smile on your face. 

Fresh air at last!

You two hop in the car and you're on the way to the store.

 When you get there, you're practically bursting with excitement being outside. 

You look around the store with bright eyes as Jungkook grabs a cart and calls you over. You hurry over to him and walk closely beside him as he browses the fruits and veggies.

Jungkook enlists your help in picking out things that you like, then you move on. 

You grab some instant noodles and things then Jungkook sees you eyeing the junk food aisle, so he turns into it. 

"You can get whatever you want," He says coolly, "I'll buy."

You shake your head, "I'm f-fine, I d-d-don't need anything."

Jungkook tries insisting but you refuse to pick anything out, much to his annoyance. Jungkook sighs and pushes the cart out of the aisle. He had hoped you would pick it out so he wouldn't have to. He doesn't really know what you like. 

You get to the meat section and Jungkook again has you help him decide what to get. 

He's used to Tae doing most of the shopping. 

When it was just him he would only get simple and quick things, even though he knows how to cook. 

He's just lazy-

Busy. 

He's busy. 

Was busy. 

With hits. 

Anyway. 

Jungkook pushes the cart to the dairy section, then he turns to you, "Go ahead and pick out milk and cheese and eggs that you like and whatever else you want. I'll be right back."

You're about to protest, but then he's gone. 

You sigh and go about getting the things you two need. At one point, you're passing by the milk and see banana milk. 

Hm. 

Didn't he say something the other night about liking banana milk?

You think he did. 

You grab a pack and slip it under some things so he doesn't see it. 

You'll buy it with your own money and surprise him.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is looking through the junk food and candy. 

He's so overwhelmed by the choices. 

He eventually just grabs a few different chocolate bars and some chips, then he makes his way back to you. 

But on the way back, something else catches his eye and gets his mind turning.

"Hey, sorry I took so long."

You see Jungkook come up and slip a few things under some stuff before you can see what it is. 

Hm. 

You let it go and tell him that you got the milk, eggs, cheese, and some yogurt. 

"Perfect, thanks."

Jungkook pushes the cart to the front of the store and starts unloading it to be rung up. You sneakily snatch the banana milk and hide it behind your back before he can see it. 

Jungkook doesn't notice. 

He pays and with your help loads the bags of groceries back into the cart. 

"You g-go ahead," You tell him, watching his brows furrow in confusion, "I'll b-be right th-there."

Jungkook shrugs, "Alright, see you at the car," He pushes the cart away. 

Once he's out of sight, you place the banana milk for the cashier to ring up. 

"Th-Thank you!" You say cheerfully, not seeing the weird look the cashier gives you after hearing your speech impediment, then you skip away with your purchase. 

"I'm h-here!" You call out to Jungkook as he loads the bags into the trunk. 

He turns to smile at you, "Hey, you can hop in, I'm almost done."

You, being the stubborn girl you are, refuse to get in and help him finish loading the groceries. 

Then you get in the car and buckle up. 

"Are you ready for dinner tonight?" Jungkook asks, looking behind him to pull out of the parking spot. 

You nod, "I-I'm excited!"

"I think Hoseok invited a few other friends and his girlfriend, so it should be fun," Jungkook says softly. 

Ohhh, his girlfriend?

Yay! A fellow girl to hang out with!

You jump a little in your seat excitedly, making Jungkook's heart flutter. 

__________________________________

"Y-You can't get all th-that!" You protest as you see Jungkook hooking a bunch of bags on his arms. 

He rolls his eyes playfully, "Sure I can, step aside."

You move out of the way and look in the trunk to see two bags left. 

You sigh and grab them, along with your bag that you kept with you with Jungkook's surprise in it. 

"Can you shut the trunk please?" Jungkook calls to you. 

You shut the trunk for him and follow him inside. 

The fool is even holding the door for you when his arms are full of grocery bags. 

You hurry inside so he doesn't have to hold it long. 

Jungkook makes it to the elevator and all the way to his apartment without so much as being out of breath. 

Jeez. 

You insist on unlocking and opening the door and he relents, so you hurry and get it open for him. 

Jungkook walks in and puts all the bags on the kitchen floor. 

"Whew, told you I could do it."

You laugh and set your own three bags on the dining table, "Y-You sure sh-showed me."

Jungkook shrugs cockily and starts emptying the bags. 

At one point, he goes to the bathroom for a minute, and you hear him rummaging around in there, then he comes back out. 

You give him a weird look, but he just raises his brows at you. 

"What?"

"N-Nothing."

You two finish putting everything away and Jungkook grabs the kimbap you two grabbed for lunch. 

"I'm starving."

"Me t-too," You say, a hand on your empty tummy. 

You both sit at the table and start to eat the kimbap.

As you're eating, Jungkook keeps fidgeting until you point it out. 

"W-Why are you a-antsy?"

He looks guilty, "I'm not."

You set your chopsticks down, "You a-are."

"No."

You give him an unimpressed look until he's squirming. 

"Ok, fine. I uh- I just...got you something, but I don't want you to be mad that I did."

You look at him like he's crazy, "W-Why on earth would I b-be mad??"

He shrugs. 

Then he gets up and goes to the pantry to pull something out. 

You laugh out loud when you see he's got some chips and chocolate. 

Your heart feels all warm and fuzzy as he sets it on the table in front of you. 

Looking up at him with bright eyes, you give him a big grin, "Thank y-you, Jungkook!"

"Do you like this kind?" He asks, unsure.

You nod enthusiastically, even though you've honestly never had the chips or one of the chocolates. But you love the other chocolate he got and you're sure the other ones are good too!

Jungkook sighs in relief. 

You start giggling and he looks at you, "What's so funny?"

"I actually g-got something f-for you too!"

His eyebrows raise to his hairline, "Really?"

You nod and get up to go to the fridge. 

You pull out the banana milk that you kept hidden behind the other milk and yogurt. 

Jungkook looks a little dazed when you hand it to him, but there's a faint smile on his face. It almost looks sad though. 

"D-Do you not l-like it?" You ask in disappointment. 

Jungkook snaps out of his trance and shakes his head frantically, "Oh no! No, I love it, thank you. I was just surprised that you remembered me saying that."

You laugh, "Of c-course, I remembered."

He's not used to people caring enough to remember. 

"Thank you, ____."

You nod happily, then you walk back to your place and sit to keep eating. 

Jungkook follows after a moment.

After lunch the two of you just hang out around the house, waiting for tonight. At one point, you get up to go to the bathroom. 

You’re about to pull your pants down when something catches your eye. 

There’s a little container with a drawer on the back of the toilet that wasn’t there before...

Is that what Jungkook was messing with earlier?

You open it up and your heart instantly warms when you see a bunch of pads and tampons stuffed into the drawer. 

____________________________________________

*Knock knock knock*

A beautiful girl opens the door to Hoseok's apartment, smiling brightly when she sees you and Jungkook standing outside. 

"Hey, Jungkook! And you must be Jungkook's girlfriend! I'm Sana," She stretches a hand out to you and you shake it, "____!" You say sweetly, trying to pretend like you didn’t hear what she called you.

Jungkook on the other hand is a blushing mess. 

Fuck, why did she have to say that?

You're gonna think he was talking about you and calling you his girlfriend!

Fucking damn it, Hoseok.

Sana leads you two in, inviting you to sit on the couch since dinner isn't ready yet but will be soon. 

You and Jungkook sit just as the doorbell rings. 

Sana hurries over to the door as Hoseok comes out of the kitchen, a towel over his shoulder. 

"Oh hey, guys! You're just on time!" He exclaims happily when he sees you and Jungkook. 

You wave to him, "Hi, H-H-Hoseok! Is there anything w-we can do to help?"

He shakes his head, "No, but thanks! I'm just letting the rolls heat up and we're ready!"

Just then Sana leads in two more guests. 

Your and Jungkook's eyes widen at the sight of one young man. 

"J-Jimin?!"

Jimin looks at you two in surprise, "Hey! I had no idea you guys would be here!"

The man with him is looking around the room, sniffing, "Smells good, Hobi."

"Thanks, Yoongi!"

"Seokjin said he'll be a little late and we can start without him," The one named Yoongi says, his hands in his pockets. 

"Oh, don't be silly," Sana speaks up as Jimin walks over to you, "We can all just hang out until he gets here!"

"Hey girl," Jimin says with a wink. 

You laugh and take his hand when he reaches for yours. 

He gives your hand a quick kiss, being goofy as always. 

Jungkook tenses next to you, and it doesn't go unnoticed by you. 

When Jimin steps back and lets go of your hand, you bring it down to Jungkook's and cover his with your own.

He won't look at you, but he isn't that tense anymore. 

Jimin sees the exchange and smiles knowingly at you, sending you another wink as he moves to sit next to you. 

Now you're on the long couch between Jimin and Jungkook. 

Oh jeez. 

Hoseok sits on an armchair across the living room and Sana sits on one of his legs. 

Yoongi stands with his arms crossed and a tired look on his face. 

"I didn't know you guys knew Hobi!" Jimin says to you and Jungkook. 

You nod, "He's J-Jungkook's neighb-"

Jungkook nudges you harshly and you shut up, confused as to why he doesn't want Jimin to know he's Hoseok's neighbor.

You fall silent after that as everyone talks. They force Jungkook into the conversation and try to get you into it too, but you don't really engage so they stop trying to make you talk. 

You fidget with your fingers until you feel Jimin's hand on your back, rubbing it comfortingly. 

You turn to look at him and he smiles softly at you then he mouths, "You okay?"

You shrug with a sad smile. 

You wish Jungkook wouldn't be so defensive when it comes to Jimin. It makes you feel bad. 

Since Jungkook wants to be a grumpy butt, you decide to talk with Jimin instead, so you turn your body from Jungkook and towards Jimin. 

You ask him about being a reporter and how his part-time job is going. He tells you that he has a new story that someone is letting him cover and you congratulate him happily. 

Jungkook watches your exchange with Jimin bitterly. 

Hoseok notices and drags Jungkook back into the conversation before he can do something stupid. 

Eventually, there's a knock on the door. 

Sana jumps up to answer it. 

"Hey, Jin!"

You look over to see the most gorgeous human being you've ever laid eyes on walk through the door. His shoulders are broader than you've ever seen. 

What the crud. 

How can one man be so beautiful?

Seokjin walks in, an eyebrow raised when he sees you gaping at him. 

"Hi," He says with a smile. 

You snap your mouth shut and give him a little wave before you hide behind Jimin. 

Seokjin looks around, taking everyone in until his eyes lock on Jungkook, "Ah, it's the neighbor boy. Nice to see you again, Jungkook."

Jungkook nods, "Likewise."

After everyone is introduced, Hoseok announces it's time for dinner. 

Sana suggests eating in the living room, so that's what you all do. 

The dinner is absolutely delicious, and the evening goes by fairly quickly. 

Hoseok even pours drinks for everyone and there is the dessert that Sana made. 

Seokjin is positively bursting with dad jokes, leaving you with a stitch in your side and aching cheeks. 

One of the best nights you've had in a while.

  It's almost one in the morning when you and Jungkook eventually leave. 

Jimin walks out with the two of you after you guys help them clean up. Seokjin and Yoongi left a few minutes earlier. 

"Well, that was definitely something I needed!" Jimin says, stretching. 

You smile at him, "I-I agree!" 

Jungkook doesn't say anything, he just leans against the wall, looking at Jimin distastefully. 

"Welp, I should probably be heading home," Jimin says, glancing at Jungkook. 

Jimin side hugs you and waves goodbye as he heads out. 

The second he turns the corner, Jungkook takes his keys out and unlocks the door, throwing it open and storming in.

You walk in after him, your gaze down on the floor. 

Shutting the door and locking it, you turn to see Jungkook slam the bathroom door shut. 

You feel tears brimming in your eyes at his action. 

You don't like it when he's mad, it scares you. It brings up this nasty feeling that seems familiar somehow, but you don't remember it...

You hear the shower turn on, so you walk over and change into your nightgown and climb into bed after grabbing a book. 

Meanwhile in the shower, Jungkook is leaning his hand against the wall, his head hanging as the water rushes down his back. 

He's so pissed off he doesn't even know what to do. 

Fuck that Jimin guy, always fucking touching you and-

Is she still in love with him?

He was her first love after all. 

Shit. 

He needs to calm down.

Jungkook puts his hands over his eyes and rubs them down his face, sighing in exhaustion. 

This isn't what he should be worrying about right now. 

He needs to figure out who placed the hit on you and take care of it. 

But how?

It was completely anonymous...

Shit, shit, shit.

When you hear the shower turn off, you cuddle further into the covers and bring the book up to your nose. 

Jungkook comes out a minute later, shutting the door harshly. 

You can't help but stare at his dripping wet hair hanging in his face as he ties the strings on his sweatpants. 

Jungkook stomps over to the couch and shakes his covers out. 

"Are y-you oka-"

"No, I'm not, just shut up," Jungkook snaps. 

You stare at him in shock, hurt beyond words. 

After a moment, you find your voice.

"D-Did I do something-"

"What did I literally just say?" Jungkook growls, turning to glare at you. 

You look at him with wide eyes, hurt shining in them. 

Jungkook's chest hurts at the sight. 

Why are you being an asshole, dumbass?

Shut the hell up, Jeon!

But Jungkook, as usual, doesn't listen to the warning voice in his head. 

"Think really fucking hard, ____, maybe you'll come up with something."

That does it. 

You fling the covers off of yourself and hop off the bed to march over to him.

Jungkook just watches you, glaring you down until you're right in front of him, a look of anger on your usually gentle face. 

"D-Don't you dare t-t-talk to me like that," You seethe, your little hands bunched up in fists at your sides. 

"Or what?" Jungkook sneers. 

"Or-...Or I'll l-leave!" You shout back. 

Jungkook chuckles darkly, his anger at its boiling point, "Go ahead, go and fuck around with Jimin while you're at it since you're so fucking in love with him!"

A loud slap echoes through the room. 

Jungkook stares at you in shock as a hand cups the cheek you just slapped.

Tears are streaming down your face as your gaze drops to the ground. 

"I hate y-you," You whisper. 

Then you grab your phone and purse and march out of the apartment in nothing but your nightgown, not even bothering to slip on your shoes. 

"____-"

*Slam!*

Jungkook jumps at the sound of the door being slammed shut.

His heart sinks to his stomach as the realization of what he just did hits him.

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[whumperooni]

what’s mine is mine

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: This is in response to a big brained nonny! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it!

“Touya-nii, do you want some- oh. Sorry, nii-san, I didn’t know you had guests over...”

Touya lifts his head from his phone to find you standing in the doorway- a curious tilt to your head and hands clasped behind your back. On the couch across from him, his shitty friends are looking at you- just as curious but with a look in their eyes that he doesn’t appreciate.

There’s a reason he doesn’t have them over when you’re home.

“Woah, Todoroki- who is this? Don’t tell me that’s your little sister. Where’ve ya been hiding her?”

Touya huffs as Keigo grins and you flush- teeth digging into your bottom lip, eyes lowering to the floor under the attention, a tiny smile threatening to form that Touya is very unhappy to see.

“C’mere, little birdy, let us see ya. Come say hi.”

The scowl that breaks across Touya’s face only makes Keigo smirk. Your eyes dart to Touya- seeking his approval, your face flustered- and Touya huffs again, rolls his eyes whenever Jin raises a brow toward him.

At least Tenko’s already gone back to playing his game- head bowed and bloodshot eyes only flicking toward you whenever Touya waves you over to him and you hesitantly enter the room.

He doesn’t like the way three sets of eyes run over your legs and he really doesn’t like the way Keigo’s smirk grows whenever his own eyes narrow.

Fuckin’ bastard. He’s nothing but scum.

Touya grabs your wrist as soon as you’re close enough to him to do so and he yanks you down onto his lap, ignores the squeak that leaves you whenever he wraps his arms around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder, rests a hand on your thighs.

“Asshole friends, this is my little sister. Sis, these are my asshole friends.”

“Yo.”

“Hey.”

“...mmm.”

“H-Hi...”

Keigo coos at your shy voice and Jin smiles a little- expression hazy from all the weed he’s smoked. Tenko glances at you- pointedly at your legs, between them- and Touya scowls, squeezes your thighs and pulls you even closer against him.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here with us? If you want a lap to sit on, you can always use mine or Jin’s.”

“What about mine?”

“No one wants to sit on yours, weeb.”

“You can sit on mine,” Jin mumbles, barely audible over Tenko and Keigo’s squabbling. “I don’t mind.”

Your head moves with a shake and your fingers curl into your skirt- cheeks flaring as you press back against Touya. Something relaxes in his chest with that and he hugs you a little closer, smothers the impulse to lay his lips to your neck.

“N-No, thank you,” you mumble to Jin- so polite, so shy, so very good with your refusal.

“Didn’t want you to anyway.”

Touya snorts at that, just shakes his head when you look back at him in confusion.

Out of all of them, Jin’s probably the least likely threat. Tenko would be if he didn’t have a habit of staring and sneaking photos of any and every girl he can- he wouldn’t ever actually try anything on you, but Touya doesn’t want upskirt photos of his lil sis on that perv’s phone.

Keigo’s the worst by and far. And Touya will be damned if he lets his little sister get anywhere near that jackass with his sickly sweet charm, shit eating grins, and groping hands.

No way- you’re his.

“Nii-san,” you whisper, looking back at him with your cute little flushed cheeks and shy eyes. “Nii-san, I just came down to ask if you wanted some dinner. Natsuo-nii said he’d pick up some take-out...”

Natsuo? What the fuck are you doing hanging around Natsuo? That little shit should be on some cheesy date with his squeaky mouse of a girlfriend instead of trying to weasel in some time with you.

Touya doesn’t know which he hates more- the thought of his sleazy friends trying to flirt with you or the thought of you hanging out with your older brother, his younger brother.

When he only scowls in response, your face falls. You turn on his lap until you’re sat facing him- fingers curling into his shirt and brow furrowed, your bottom lip jutting out into one of those cute pouts of yours that you like to wear when you’re worried about him.

Over your shoulder, Touya can see Jin’s confusion and Tenko’s cocked brow, Keigo’s narrowed eyes. He flashes them a sneer that you can’t see and settles his hands on your hips, looks back down at you to see what’s got you bothered enough to forget your shyness.

“Onii-chan,” you start- voice tilting with a soft whine, something almost lecturing creeping through the words. “Nii-san, Natsuo-nii was just being nice. And you need to eat.”

Your hands run down his chest and your expression grows softer as you look up at him through your lashes, your voice gets quieter as you whisper to him,

“I worry about you, nii-san. You’re so skinny...”

The tips of your fingers press into the spaces between his ribs and Touya sighs as concern fills your eyes, ignores the stares of his friends from across the room.

“Fine, whatever,” he grumbles. “Get something for me and put it in the fridge. I’ll eat it later.”

“You promise?”

A huff leaves him and you pout whenever he rolls his eyes, but a nod of his head gets your lips quirking up with a pleased little smile all the same.

“I’ll get you some low mein,” you chirp, hands smoothing down his chest. “And I’ll have Natsuo-nii get you some beer too!”

“Aw, ain’t she just the sweetest.”

Keigo’s croon has you blushing and Touya huffs again once your head ducks- lips twitching with irritation as you squirm on his lap and the blonde across the room bares his teeth at him in a grin.

Fuckin’ dick.

“I, um, I- I should go tell Natsuo-nii,” you mumble, cheeks still flared up and voice dipping shy again. Touya just grunts and he squeezes your hips before giving one a little smack.

A press of soft lips to his cheek and then you’re off- Keigo, Jin, and Tenko all watching as you hurry out of the room and out of sight.

As soon as you’re gone, they look to him and Touya’s eyes narrow when a low whistle sounds from Keigo.

“Shit, Todoroki, and here I thought your whole family was just a bunch of dogs.”

“Oh fuck off,” Touya snaps, reaching for the blunt wraps with a scowl. “Don’t get any fuckin’ ideas, birdbrain.”

“Ideas?” Keigo laughs- grin still in place, turning sleazy. “Now why would I have any ideas about your cute lil sis and her cute lil tits.”

“I said fuck off.”

“She is pretty cute,” Jin mumbles, fingers scratching along his chest and lips holding a dazed smile that only has Touya scowling darker. “Like her ass...”

“Bet she cums like an ahego whore,” Tenko throws out without even looking up from his stupid fucking game. “Looks like a dumb slut.”

“Think the weeb’s right,” Keigo sneers. “Hey- she got a boyfriend, Todoroki?”

“I don’t know- you got a black eye?”

“Aw, cute- he’s protective.”

“Virgin then,” Tenko pipes up. “Bet she’d cream herself if she got kissed.”

A growl rips from Touya and the three bark out some laughs- Keigo and Tenko smirking while Jin’s dumb little smile grows.

He’s gonna fucking kill these assholes.

He knew they’d be nothing but scum when it came to you- he should’ve made sure you’d be out of the house before he let these three dicks come over for a smoke sesh.

Touya scowls and his friends keep up- slinging lewd comments and jeers as he smokes and stews.

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Two in the morning and Touya’s buzzed.

Buzzed and fucking pissed.

Those assholes didn’t let up all night. Every other sentence out of Keigo’s mouth was about fucking you, getting you on your knees, making you drunk and stupid so he could wreck your ass. Tenko kept comparing you to characters from his ero games and Jin kept mumbling how he wanted you to sit on his dick, warm his cock while he smokes.

Jin was bareable, kind of. But Tenko and Keigo?

It’s a goddamn miracle he didn’t break their faces.

Touya scowls as he watches his so called friends head out and narrows his eyes at one last jeer of “kiss your sis good night for me” tossed out ny Keigo.

Those fuckers need to learn some manners. Those fuckers need to learn who you belong too.

Scowl deepening, Touya heads toward your room- feet stumbling and teeth gritting.

You’re asleep when he barges in- face peaceful, blanket twined between your legs, fingers curled into the sheets. He looks over you for a second, runs his eyes over bared thighs and cotton panties, and then he walks toward the bed, climbs onto it.

As soon as the mattress dips, your lashes flutter open and you stir with a sigh. You don’t do more than give a sleepy blink when he brackets himself over you, offer him a fuzzy, drowsy smile.

“Touya-nii...? What...what time is it?”

“Two.”

A hum and a yawn, another sleepy little blink. You’re cute like this and usually Touya would just crash beside you, but he’s got other plans right now- stupid, drunk, dumb plans but plans all the same.

“Hey- hey, don’t go back to sleep.”

There’s a huff from you, a furrowing of your brows. But you obey him as you always do; you sit up with another yawn and rub at your eye with a loose fist, let him tug the covers off of you without a fuss.

“Nii-san...nii-san, what is it?”

Touya ignores you and he grabs onto your still sleepy face, pulls you closer until he can kiss you, make you whine and moan. You jerk, just a bit, at the way he bites into your bottom lip and then you’re melting into his touch, looking up at him through half-shut eyes whenever he breaks the kiss and runs his drunken gaze over your flushed face.

“Nii-san...?”

Touya grunts and thumbs away a dribble of spit from the corner of your lips, ignores the quiet confusion written all over your face. You press into his touch and he watches you blink, reaches over to flick on the lamp without looking. He almost knocks it over but he ignores that, too, and kisses you again- not caring if you’re blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light or if you’re still thrown a little off kilter by his mood and his lingering scowl.

This kiss is rougher- his fingers snarling into your hair and his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, his grip tightening on your head. You whimper with it and Touya growls, doesn’t pull back until he feels you tremble and shake. Your lips part with a question, quivering and plumped up from his bites, and Touya huffs before it can sound, grits out his own.

“You love me, right?”

Your eyes snap open, you breathe in sharp and fast- bewilderment all over your face and any lingering traces of sleep evaporated in an instant. Your hands fly to his face and his lips twitch at the touch, he presses into it even if it’s a fucking weak little move.

“Touya-nii, of course I love you! I love you with all my heart!”

Sweet, a little hurt, absolutely sincere- you say it with wide eyes and so much concern that it makes him want to scowl even deeper, punch himself for being so stupid to even ask.

Of course you love him- he’s your nii-san after all.

Touya huffs and his shoulders relax a little, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as your brows scrunch together in worry.

You’re a good little sister. He doesn’t have anything to worry about- never will.

But fuck he’s still pissed.

“I wanna do something,” he half-growls out. “You’ll be good for me, yeah?”

A flush, a squirm. You nod, though- brows still furrowed and eyes scanning his face in search for some answer to your confusion.

“Of course, nii-san,” you whisper. “I- of course. What-”

“Take your clothes off. All of ‘em.”

A soft noise slips from you and you breathe in shakily, but there’s no hesitance in the way your hands rise to tug off your shirt.

Touya watches for a moment and then he gets up from the bed, walks over to the door and closes it, locks it.

You’re naked by the time he comes back- flushed but not embarrassed, bruises littered everywhere your clothes can hide them. Touya eyes the bruises, those marks he’s put all over his dear, sweet little sister, and his lashes lower, something hungry and greedy starts to grow inside of him.

You’ve never belonged to anyone but him.

He touches your cheek- soft in the moment, rough edges hazed over by your adoration. A tap to it has your lashes fluttering, a press of his thumb to your lips has you shuddering.

“We’re gonna make a lil movie,” he rumbles out. You startle, eyes flying wide open once again, but you don’t protest or tell him no even if unease has your fingers curling tight into the sheets.

You never tell him no.

“I...okay, nii-san...”

The compliance has him humming- thumb dipping past your parted lips so he can press it down against your wet tongue.

It’s sweet how you agree, satisfying- more satisfying then the beer he threw back all throughout the night and the weed he smoked away.

A lick to his lips and Touya pulls away, starts to strip away his clothes- hands fumbling, clumsy as he tries to undo buttons and zippers. You watch him silently- cheeks heating up and thighs pressing together- and your teeth find your bottom lip when he starts to tug down his boxers, when his cock springs free.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Get on your knees, put that fucking pretty face against the bed and raise that ass up for me.”

Shivering, you obey- a mewl slipping from you as you do.

Touya grabs his phone from his pants and he kneels by the bed, pulls up the camera and hits record.

You’re wet and it’s easy to see even in the lowlight, even on the shitty phone screen. When he grabs onto your ass with his free hand and spreads your cheek, your hole clenches- tightens and spreads and makes him smirk.

“So fucking wet for me,” he half-sneers, a laugh sounding through the words. “Look at this pretty lil cunt all soaked and eager.”

“T- Touya...”

He huffs at your little whimper of a whine and brings the phone even close, records the way your hips twitch and your cunt sucks in his thumb when he presses against it.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight,” he hisses. “All for me, baby- right?”

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Touya snorts and he slips his thumb out so he can spread your pussy open again, presses his palm against it and then lays a wet smack to your ass that has you yipping, arching your hips even closer to him.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

The sheets rustle as you shake your head and Touya grips your ass tight, digs his fingers in deep and makes you squirm, whine. When there’s no verbal answer, he spanks you again in warning and you whine even louder, press your thighs tight together.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

Touya grins and the restless anger in him quells, just a little, at your mewled loyalty.

A fucking good little sister indeed.

Touya aims the camera at the red blooming across your ass and then he stands, moves it over to capture your arched back. He runs his hand over your side and you shiver a little, press your hips back against him until his cock nudges at your soaked cunt.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?” he half taunts- the words coming out sickly sweet, rough around the edges.

“Please!”

Your moan is even sweeter than his question- hips bucking back against his cock, fingers fisting the sheets tight in your hold.

“Think you can do better than that,” he huffs, leaning over until he can tangle his fingers into your hair. “Tell me how bad ya want it.”

A whine sounds- pathetic and flustered, pitching up sharp as he yanks your head up from the bed. The tiniest sob slips from you as he forces your head back and you stare up into the camera- cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, an undeniable need flourishing across your your face.

“Please, nii-san,” you beg, nearly breathless and so fucking sweet. “Please I want- I want you to fuck me! I want- want your cock!”

“Only mine?”

Another whine and you nod, whimper as your hair gets tugged and pulled by the movement.

“Only Touya-nii’s!”

“Good girl.”

A gasp from you and a cute little mewl- the praise has you flushing darker and a tremble wracking through your body, your lashes fluttering and falling half-shut.

“Nii-san, please...”

Touya grunts and the camera shakes in his hand for a moment before he steadies himself. He rocks against you, has you whimpering, and then he grips his cock, lets you bury your face back into the sheets as he starts to push his way into your eager little cunt.

You clench around him, so fucking eager as always, and Touya groans at that, lowers his phone to show off the way his cock slides into your plush little pussy with ease.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he praises- taunts- in a growl. “Ain’t never had a cunt like yours. So fucking tight and sweet. You were made to take my dick, weren’t cha?”

A shuddering moan wracks through you- body trembling and cunt clenching around his cock so tight it makes Touya hiss and claw his nails into your hips. You whimper at the sting and he doesn’t have to see your face to know you’ve got tears in your eyes, doesn’t have to hear any mewl or whine to know that you love it.

“I- I was made- was made- oh, nii-san!”

Touya snorts at your moan, tilts his head back with a groan as he sinks even deeper into your silken, squeezing little cunt.

“Throw those fucking hips back,” he snarls, orders. “Fuck yourself on me.”

A mewl and you do just as he says- rocking your hips back like the obedient girl you are and whining as his piercings drag along the throbbing walls of your pussy. Touya rolls his head back forward so he can watch and he angles the camera so he can capture the way the soft flesh of ass jiggles each time it meets his pelvis.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mumbles. “Takin’ it so well- best fuckin’ pussy around. No one fucks like my lil sis.”

It’s more to the camera- to the future audience- but you still whimper and grind against him, drags your nails over the sheets with a soft little whine.

“Nii-san- Touya-nii, please!”

“What? You gonna come already?”

“Please!”

Touya huffs and he lays a spank to your ass, drags out a moan and has your hips stuttering against him.

“Come on nii-san’s cock then. Come nice and pretty like a good girl.”

A whimper and then you’re trembling, whining as your cunt clenches and flutters around his cock. His teeth grit with the squeeze of your cumming pussy and Touya has to dig his nails back into your hip so he doesn’t moan- lips pulling into a growling snarl as he tries not to cum with you.

“Nii-san! Nii-san!”

He lets you moan and writhe and mewl until you limp beneath him and then he leans over you, presses his chest flat against your back and curls his fingers into your hair, jerks your head to the side and shoves the phone in your face.

He wants them to see your flushed face and muddied eyes. He wants them to see your fucked out face and fluttering lashes. He wants them to see your face as he cums inside of you, as you cum on his cock again.

Touya fucks into you- movement shallow, his cock still driving in so fucking deep- and you moan, shudder whenever his teeth scrape over your shoulder.

“You like nii-san’s cock fuckin’ deep inside you?”

“Oh- oh, yes! Love it nii-san!”

It comes out whiny- so fucking needy. Touya grunts when your cunt pulses around him and he fucks into you rough, makes you mewl out his name.

“Nii-san’s gonna fuckin’ fill ya,” he snarls. “Fill your tight lil cunt. Gonna fuckin’ breed ya! Breed my sweet lil sis- fuckin’ shit- gonna cream that cunt!”

“Please! Please! Touya- nii please!”

You beg so fucking sweet. Touya snarls and he fucks into you rough, pulls your hair tight as he shoots his cum deep into your needy little pussy, fills you to the goddamn brim with his seed. You cum, again, with him and you moan as you do- so loud and cute.

Whimpers rip from you as he humps his cum deep inside you and you shudder when he grinds into your cunt, coo dreamily whenever he lays a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

A mewl as you nod drowsily and Touya snorts at your sleepy smile, turns the camera to his face and sneers before ending the recording.

He drops it in the groupchat before he slides out of you and sits back on his knees. You nuzzle into the covers as he runs his hand through his hair and Touya huffs, snorts as you yawn.

“C’mon,” he tells you- maybe quietly fond in a way he’ll never admit-, “let’s crash.”

You hum and you nod and Touya lets you shuffle under the covers, follows after you and pulls you close.

He clicks off the lamp and the two of you drift off to sleep- satisfaction filling Touya as his phone goes off and a happy smile on your face. 

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Tenko is the first to watch the video.

He gets the notification in the middle of crushing up some pills. His first instinct is to just ignore it, but impulse has him reaching for the phone, has his thumb clicking the play button before he can really think about it.

His brow arches, but he’s not too surprised by the smut dropped into the chat- between Keigo and Touya it happens on the weekly and he’s more than used to it.

He could use new fap material, anyway.

Tenko settles back in his chair and takes his cock out, gives it a stroke as he eyes the cunt filling the screen.

Wet, cute- he’d like to fuck it, fill it.

Why the fuck does Touya always get such sweet pussy?

A scowl twists his lips, but his hand twists along with it- pumps along his shaft as he enjoys the sight of arched hips and a cute ass.

He’d fucking wreck that ass given the chance. Slam his dick deep inside and makes this bitch moan.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

“Please!”

Fuck- what a good lil cunt.

Tenko grunts as he rocks into his fist, but then he fucking moans when he sees just who Touya is fucking.

Shit- fuck.

He knew the bastard was twisted but goddamn.

Tenko almost laughs, but he’s too busy jerking himself off even faster- eyes narrowed and teeth gritted, a pant sounding from him.

“Yeah, shit. Fuck that little sluts’s cunt. Breed your lil sis you fucking dick.”

He should be disgusted, probably. Horrified at the very least.

But fuckin’ hell this is hot and he’s been jackin’ it to shit like this for years anyway.

And, fuck, this is real- this is hottest shit he’s watched all month. All goddamn year.

Tenko cums before the clip is even over and he keeps fucking his fist even after, replays it with a hissed curse.

Touya better drop more after this. He better let them see this in real life- Tenko needs to see this slut’s fucked out face in the flesh, needs to shove his fingers into your moaning mouth and make you choke.

Tenko licks his lips and he saves the video- saves it a second time for a back up.

Just in case.

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The second person to see the video is Jin.

He’s home- drunk, high, smoking a cigarette and watching reruns of Doraemon.

He’s feeling fuzzy, good. The night had been chill and he had liked getting a glimpse of Touya’s little sister- you’d been real cute, real sweet. He had wanted you to sit next to him- maybe in his lap like Keigo had teased- and he had wanted to hug you close, get you just as high and fuzzy as him.

He might have a lil puppy dog crush on you now- how could he not with you so shy and sweet?

Jin hums as he thinks of you, scratches his stomach and grins sleepily- one laugh leaving him as he watches Nobita fail once again.

His phone buzzes and Jin fumbles a hand over until he can pick up, blinks and raises a brow when he finds a video in the chat.

Someone fucked or someone did something stupid.

Or fucked someone stupid.

A snort leaves him and Jin takes a draw of his cigarette, lounges back and presses play.

It’s the usual shit- hot and boasting and showing off a cute lil wet cunt, a soft and sweet ass. 

He’s a bit jealous, maybe. (Definitely)

He’s a bit too relaxed and heavy to get off on it, maybe. (No he’s not)

Eyes drawing half-shut, Jin reaches a hand down his sweatpants. He strokes himself lazily as he watches Touya spanks his mewling, whiny little slut and he smokes as he does, too- humming whenever he hears the plea to be fucked.

Cute. (Hot)

Whoever this is seems like a good little girl. (A needy little whore)

A small grunt leaves him when he watches Touya tangle his fingers into hair, but a gasp of “shit” leaves him whenever a head is jerked back and he sees a cute, flushed face that he definitely knows.

“What the fuck?”

He has to pause the video, bring the phone up to his face and squint at the screen.

He’s not seeing this right- can’t be seeing this right. He’s too drunk, too stoned. too fucked up- his vision is betraying him. It has to be.

...right?

Jin stares at the screen. He stares and stares and stares. His thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating, and the ashes from his cigarette fall onto his bare chest while he tries to decide what to do.

Touya wouldn’t really...he’s not really fucking his little sister is he?

No way. No fucking way.

(Yes fucking way)

Jin blinks and his thumb hit the screen, he swallows as he watches you beg for your big brother’s cock.

Fuck, that’s sick. That’s disgusting.

(That’s so fucking hot.)

His cheeks flush and his eyes widen, draw back down to lazy slits. His fingers twitch along his cock, tighten back around it when he gets treated with the sound of a whimper, a moan.

You sound so fucking good. (You sound so fucking whiny)

You’re so cute- you probably have such a tight, wet little pussy. (You probably have such a sloppy, fucked out cunt if Touya fucks you like this on the regular)

Shit, he wants to know how your cunt feels. He wants you on his lap, wants to feel you clench around his cock like a good little girl.

(A good little whore)

It’s too much to watch- too much to handle. Jin closes his eyes and tilts his head back with a groan, jerks himself to all the mewls and growls and groans and begs that sounds from the phone.

He comes along to the sound of you coming and he shudders after it, drags his hand over his cock and wipes the mess over his sweats.

...fuck. He shouldn’t have done that- he shouldn’t have watched that. He’s not going to be able to look you in the eyes if he ever gets to see you again.

(Fuck your eyes- he wants to look up your skirt, see that cute little pussy again)

Jin frowns and he runs his hand through his hair, tosses his burnt out cigarette into the ashtray before lighting another.

On the tv, Doraemon laughs. On his phone, Touya kisses your cheek and smirks at the camera- at Jin.

Fuckin’ dick. (Lucky bastard)

Jin shakes his head and he closes his eyes again, takes a draw and blows out a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

...he’s got some fucked up friends. (No more fucked up than him)

A grimace and then Jin looks to his phone, taps on the screen and watches through heavy lidded eyes as his friend fucks his sweet little sister.

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Keigo’s the last to see the video- he finds it in the chat after he’s sent the neighbor girl back home, after he’s gotten some head and drawled out promises of feelings that he’ll never feel for some dumb little whore with aspirations of home in the ‘burbs and a passel of brats.

He snorts when he sees it, thinks it’s just some busted bitch that Touya talked into coming over so he could rail his anger out.

Touya’s always been a touchy little shit.

He stills plays it, though- drops down on to his bed and kicks back, takes a swig of beer.

It’s a pretty little cunt that gets flashed his way- wet and eager, nice and snug looking. Keigo rolls his eyes whenever Touya’s fuckin’ voice sounds, but he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the sight of that cute cunt sucking in a rough thumb, the sound of a little whimpers and mewls.

Not a bad pussy, not a bad voice- maybe this slut isn’t that busted?

Or maybe she’s just a butterface.

A snort and Keigo lazily works his hand down his chest, underneath his sweatpants. He strokes him even if he’s just half hard and he lets his gaze drift to something half-lidded, amused and lazy.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight. “All for me, baby- right?”

Fuckin’ show off- as if this one ups the coed Keigo had last week, as if this one ups the way he had fucked her throat raw in the library and came all over her dumb face, all over her fat tits.

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Wait a second...

Keigo blinks and his brow arches as he watches Touya lays a smack across a cute little ass.

That voice sounds kind of familiar. Someone he’s fucked before? Did Touya snag one of his sloppy seconds?

Fuckin’ maybe- fucker is stupid and petty enough to do that.

Not that Keigo cares, though- he’s never fucked anyone that he’d get jealous over.

It’s more funny than anything, actually.

Keigo snorts, again, and he pumps his cock with a sneer.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

Yeah, you’ve been with someone better. Will probably come crawling back to him, too, when you’re left dissatisfied by Touya’s weak ass stroke game.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

...what?

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

What?

Who the fuck is this bitch?

Keigo scoffs as he hears a beg to be fucked sound, rolls his eyes as he watches skinny fingers tangle into hair.

Maybe he’ll have to hunt down this slut and wreck her, shove it in Touya’s face right back.

Keigo drags his palm over his cock right as Touya jerks a headful of hair back and Keigo damn near crushes his dick whenever he catches sight of just who Touya has caught in his clutches.

Oh that fucking bastard. That son a bitch.

A slew of curses hisses from him and Keigo snarls as he takes in your teary, needy face, as he hears his creep of a friend’s little sister beg to be fucked by Touya.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The growl spits out of him and Keigo is barely aware of it- can’t fucking care about it as he watches Touya nail his cute lil sis.

This is absolute fucking bullshit. He can’t believe that fucking prick is railing his sister. He can’t believe that petty fucking asshole is dumb enough to show it off.

What the fuck? What the absolute fuck?

Keigo’s hand moves faster and he snarls as he twists his wrist, as pre-cum spills all over his fingers.

Touya doesn’t fucking deserve that cute lil pussy. Touya doesn’t deserve to rail you with your sweet ass and mewling moan and hot little whines. Touya doesn’t fucking deserve you at all.

It doesn’t cross his mind for one moment how wrong the whole situation is. It doesn’t cross his mind that he should be disgusted over a brother fucking his little sister, that he should be disgusted over the way Touya hisses promises of fucking breeding his little sister’s cunt.

If he’s disgusted it’s only because he’s not the one fucking you- that Touya got to you first.

Oh, Touya is going to fucking regret this.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

Keigo hisses as he cums and he growls as Touya’s stupid fucking lips quirk into a smirk on the screen, snarls and throws his phone down onto the bed as his hips jerk and pound against his fist.

“Fucking bitch! Stupid fucking whore!”

No wonder you were so goddamn shy. No wonder you didn’t sit in his lap like you should’ve. It wasn’t him- it was you; it was Touya.

The beer bottle gets swiped to the floor and Keigo growls as he rips his hand from his pants and scrubs the cum on his sheets.

Touya’s going to fucking pay for this.

Keigo saves the video and he scowls as he does- face dark, teeth gritted, stormy plans of revenge brewing in his mind.