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Disadvantages of air-conditioner on human body
Can too much AC make you sick? While air conditioners provide relief from hot weather and create a comfortable indoor environment, they also have several potential disadvantages on the human body. Here are some of the drawbacks associated with air conditioners: Dryness and Dehydration: Air conditioners reduce humidity levels in the air, which can lead to dryness of the skin, eyes, andâŚ
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warnings: SMUT (18+), rafe saying âmommyâ
summary: rafe calls reader mommy while sheâs riding him
words: 878
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Youâre straddling Rafe, the two of you completely lost in the moment. The intensity between you is palpable as you ride him, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. His hands are on your hips, guiding you, helping you keep a steady rhythm that drives him wild.
Rafe's eyes are locked onto yours, dark and glazed with lust. Heâs panting, every breath coming out as a shuddering gasp. You can feel how much he's trying to hold back, to let you have control, but itâs clear that heâs on the edge, and the power you have over him in this moment is intoxicating.
âFuck, Y/n,â he groans, his head falling back against the pillows, his grip on your hips tightening as you roll your hips, taking him deeper. The way youâre moving, the way you feel around him, is driving him absolutely insane.
You lean forward, your breasts brushing against his chest as you plant your hands on either side of his head. âYou like that, baby?â you whisper, your voice breathless as you grind down on him, savoring the way his body tenses beneath you.
âGod, yes,â he gasps, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer. âYouâre amazing, Y/n⌠so fucking good.â
His praise sends a jolt of pleasure through you, spurring you on as you pick up the pace, moving faster, harder, chasing that high that you know is just within reach. Rafeâs breathing becomes ragged, his fingers digging into your skin as he fights to hold on, his muscles tense as he tries to keep from completely losing himself in you.
You can tell heâs close, the way his body is trembling, the way his eyes are rolling back slightly with every thrust. Itâs enough to drive you wild, knowing that you have this effect on him, that youâre the one making him fall apart like this.
âCome on, Rafe,â you murmur, leaning down to kiss his neck, your teeth grazing his skin just enough to send a shiver through him. âLet go, baby. I want to feel you come.â
âY/nâŚâ he groans, his voice strained, desperate. âIâoh, fuckâŚâ
And then, it happensâcompletely unexpected, completely unintentional. As he teeters on the edge, unable to hold back any longer, Rafeâs head snaps forward, his eyes wide with pure, unadulterated need as he moans, âOh, mommyâŚâ
The word slips out, low and breathy, and for a moment, everything stops. Your movements falter, your heart skipping a beat as you process what he just said.
Rafeâs eyes widen in shock, a flush creeping up his neck and cheeks as he realizes what just came out of his mouth. âShit, Y/n, I didnâtââ he stammers, his voice full of embarrassment and panic. âI didnât mean toââ
But before he can say anything else, you press your lips to his, cutting him off with a kiss thatâs both reassuring and possessive. The rush of power that courses through you at his slip-up is exhilarating, making you feel even more in control.
You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, a wicked grin spreading across your face. âItâs okay, Rafe,â you purr, rolling your hips again, making him gasp. âYou can call me whatever you want⌠as long as you come for me.â
The combination of your words and the way youâre moving on top of him is too much for Rafe to handle. His embarrassment quickly melts into pure, unbridled lust as he bucks his hips up into you, his hands gripping your ass as he finally lets go, his entire body tensing as he reaches his climax.
âFuck, Y/n⌠mommy⌠Iâm comingâŚâ he groans, his voice thick with pleasure as he spills into you, his body trembling with the force of his release.
The sound of him calling you that name, the way he completely loses control beneath you, is enough to push you over the edge too. You cry out his name, your body shaking as you come with him, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you breathless and spent.
For a few moments, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. You collapse onto his chest, both of you still trembling, trying to catch your breath as you come down from the high.
Rafeâs arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he buries his face in your hair. âY/n,â he murmurs, his voice soft and a little sheepish. âI didnât mean to say thatâŚâ
You smile against his chest, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the afterglow of sex. âI know, Rafe,â you reply, lifting your head to look at him. âBut I didnât mind. In factâŚâ You bite your lip, feeling a little shy but wanting to reassure him. âIt was kind of hot.â
He blinks at you, surprise and relief flooding his expression. âYeah?â
You nod, your smile widening as you lean down to kiss him again. âYeah. So donât worry about it, okay? It was just in the heat of the moment.â
He exhales a long breath, the tension finally leaving his body as he grins up at you. âGod, I love you, Y/n.â
âI love you too, Rafe,â you whisper, kissing him softly.
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A/N: sorry for being so inactive i wanted to enjoy my last week on vacation and i was too lazy to post but dw i wrote a lotđ i donât think iâll publish them all but new posts are cominggggđ
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Will work for food ~part 3
Part 2 ~ Master Post
Tim was beyond irritated. He could have been on a date. Okay, he wasnât sure if they were dates but they could have been. Damn it. Heâd continued to summon Phantom weekly and theyâd gone to lunch every time. Pizza. Barbecue. An amazing ramen place. They went to a music festival and visited all the food vendors.Â
Things had been going smoothly. Heâd been learning more about the Infinite Realm and about Danny himself and was having a great time despite his meddling siblings trying to butt in at every turn. Dick was a repeat offender but Duke, Cass and even Damien had all attempted to ambush him. It was lucky Danny thought it was hilarious and helped Tim avoid them.Â
The last two weeks had been a disaster though. Heâd had a four day mission with his own team, and had to deal with his friends poking fun at him while trying not to get shot at. Superboy had vastly exaggerated his interaction with Danny to the others!Â
By the time heâd gotten back to Gotham, heâd had a small backlog of cases to get through. It was really cutting into both his CEO work and his freaking lunches with a really cute guy who just so happened to be an immortal king of a realm.Â
Just when he thought heâd have a little time in the next day or two, Scarecrow was back on his bullshit with his fear toxins. Hadnât they just done this recently? How had he gotten out of Arkham so fast?Â
Tim was woozy, having taken a breath of the toxins and gotten a swift injury to his leg in the process. Heâd say it was luck that he already had an antidote on him to fear toxins, but they all carried one with them at all times. He wasnât freaking out but he could have done without the lightheadedness. It always briefly had him wondering if heâd gotten a concussion, but it was just a side effect. Usually.Â
âYou good, babybird?â He heard Nightwings voice through comms. He probably thought he was whispering and had no idea how loud he actually was because of the chaos of the night.Â
âNever better.â He grumbled, trying to shake off a chill while limping. There was no one around to see at the moment so it was fine. âIâm headed your way.âÂ
âGood, Scarecrows around here somewhere. Slippery nut job.â Nightwing said.Â
âPay attention.â Batmanâs voice ran through their comms. âHe divided us on purpose. This isnât his usual pattern.âÂ
There was grumbling across the line, everyone having figured that out already but B wouldnât be B if he didnât state the obvious for them some nights.Â
Tim grappled from one street to the next, hearing sirens far enough in the distance that they couldnât have been for this. When he landed safely, he pressed his palms to his masked eyes. The throbbing in his head was so annoying, but the jack hammering of his heart wasâŚsomething he probably shouldnât ignore but he was.Â
âNot a concussion, Red.â He muttered to himself. âJust a stupid sore leg and Scarecrowâs stupid toxins filtering out.â There was always the option that it was a new strain and his antidote didnât work as well but he wasnât hallucinating his worst fears so maybe not.Â
Trying to shake off his limp, Tim wandered across a nearly empty parking lot. There were a few abandoned cars, most of them missing their tires and on blocks. He kept an ear out, listening for anything that didnât belong but it was Gotham, and even in the dead of night there were noises. Traffic, generators, air conditioners, nocturnal animals. There was always ambient noise, the key was ignoring the background hums and focusing on the shuffling goons. The problem he was having now however, was the faint ringing in his ears.Â
âRed?â Nightwing's voice drifted across comms again. âI donât see you yet. Something happen?âÂ
âNo iâmâŚâ Tim swallowed, suddenly parched and feeling overallâŚbad. He tilted his head back to check his surroundings and realized heâd gone the wrong way. How disoriented was he? âOkay, i might not be okay.âÂ
âRed Robin?â Batmanâs voice was calm but urgent. âDo you need backup.âÂ
Tim almost stumbled but caught himself. âI feel like shit. I think there was something new in the toxins my antidote didnât take care of.âÂ
âOh, how wonderful. You figured it out so quickly.âÂ
Tim tensed, whirling around to face Scarecrow. Tim hated to think heâd been snuck up on but the rogue was sitting on one of the ripped apart cars in the lot.Â
âIâm coming to you!â Nightwing said firmly. âOn my way!âÂ
Tim waved Scarecrowâs words away cockily and only just noticed the way he trembled. âYouâre losing your touch. Not a single, horrifying hallucination.âÂ
The rogue just chuckled. âOh no, tonightâs a bit of a tester. Something a little different.âÂ
âThat right?â Fuck.Â
âOh indeed, you don't mind being a guinea pig, do you? This particular batch didnât have the hallucinogens, no. What it is doing is creeping through your system, forcing your body to activate all too real symptoms of fear.âÂ
âSeems a little corny for you.â Tim said, knowing the others were listening carefully.Â
âAnd you're shaking.â Scarecrowâs huge grin grew broader. âWhat else, little bird? Over heating? Or are you freezing? Heart pounding? Knees weak? Feeling a fresh wave of tears building? Do let me know. Itâs for science.âÂ
Tim tsked. He wasnât about to cry but his throat was tight. It was almost like he was having trouble taking in a breath.Â
âSomehow, a gas that makes people sick is so much less impressive than your normal routine.â Tim said, his trembling getting worse, but he was positive he was being tracked by at least some of the others. He just had to stall until Nightwing got there. âA couple of phantom pains the best you could come up with?âÂ
That wasnât his best quip but Scarecrow took the bait anyway. âOh no, itâs very real. Your body might not know why itâs so panicked, but itâs pulling out all the stops. Who knows, maybe your heart could just stop.âÂ
The problem with a lot of Gotham rogues, was the fact that they were actually intelligent people. The man likely could have gone on and on, but he jumped up and moved onto the offensive. He had a pitchfork tonight, and no one could say the man was original.Â
âNow just stay still!âÂ
Tim dodged, the pitchfork surprisingly leaving quite the hole in the concrete. It should have been a simple dance and disarm kind of fight, but Timâs shaking just got worse, and his stomach started to hurt, and his heart really was trying to beat out of his chest. It really was like he was terrified, the chills of his body making him sweat.Â
âNo ever actually stays still when someoneâs running at them like a lunatic.â Tim said, but the words were almost hard to get out. He wasnât choking but his throat was so clogged.Â
The sass cost him though, and he was hit in his already wounded leg. It sent him rolling across the parking lot and Scarecrow just laughed.Â
âOh, what fun. Itâs a shame though, i really miss the screaming of my patients visually seeing their worst nightmare, iâll have to combine them.âÂ
Tim legs nearly gave out from under him when he tried to get up. Injury and the damn shaking leaving him unstable. Heâd had to stay crouching, pulling out his staff to dig into the ground in front of him to hold himself up.Â
âRegardless of my fears, youâre not one of them.â Tim wheezed, wondering if the hallucinogens were actually kicking in when a mist appeared. It was a frigid kind of cold that left ice crystals on all nearby metals.Â
âOh, weâll see, little bird. I have plenty for your entire family. In fact, iâd love to see what a second dose would do to you.â
âNearly there.â Batman said, but there was a hiss to his tone that said he knew it wasnât going to be a timely arrival.Â
âThis isnât goodâŚâ Tim whispered, watching Scarecrow pull out a small canister, and he was too wobbling to put more distance between them.
With a laugh, Scarecrow hurled it towards him. âDonât be afraid to inhale!âÂ
Tim jerked back using his bo-staff as a crutch to give him some kind of momentum but he watched as the canister exploded midair andâŚsomething was strange. The cloud of chemicals had been clear for one second before disappearing. There was no time to worry about how quickly it could have been caught on a breeze when even Scarecrow himself looked confused.Â
âSo fear is your niche.âÂ
Tim shuddered, eyes going wide as his head jerked towards the sound of the voice. The gentle reverb of the words slicing through him. His solace was that the ire he heard wasnât directed at him.
Danny was there. Well, King Phantom was there, having appeared out of thin air. It was the first time Tim had seen that form in a while but his friend was just as hauntingly ethereal as Tim remembered.Â
He dropped the canister, and Tim had at least a partial answer. Whatever had gone wrong with the toxins had been Phantomâs doing.Â
The king stared down at Scarecrow, but Tim couldnât see his face from where he now sat. âI know a thing or two about fear.â Danny whispered.Â
âImpossible.â Scarecrow spat, puffing up like a cat. None of the Gotham rogues liked their plans being disturbed and by a newcomer no less. âWhat did you do?! Did you inhale my toxins!? Absorb them!? Fool! Youâll be their next victim! You wonât be so relaxed for long! Even Red Robinâs a terrified mess!âÂ
âRed Robin! Report!â Batmanâs voice was firm in his ear.Â
âRelaxed?â Phantom mused, deceivingly calm. Heâd stiffened, head turning just a little as if checking on Tim, but he never truly took his attention off the rogue. âNo, not relaxed. Angry. As delicious as your parlor tricks were, i take offense to finding you hovering like a predator over my friend.âÂ
He rose into the air a few feet, and only then did Tim realize that he had been standing instead of floating, well, he was floating now.Â
Scarecrow just tsked, unaware of the power in front of him. âMeta? Alien? It doesnât matter. That combination of chemicals-â
âWas delicious.â Danny repeated.Â
Tim scooted away, his leg throbbing. âPhantom.â He muttered, finally answering Batman through strangled breaths. âPhantomâs here.â
âRegardless, the offering was not enough to pacify me.â Danny muttered, the black crown over his head spinning.Â
Scarecrow actually began laughing, it started with a chuckle but then it grew into something loud and boisterous. âYouâre barely more than a child, are you sure youâre ready for this? The hero game is crowded here in Gotham, and you donât look like any bird or bat iâve ever seen.âÂ
Tim watched the way Dannyâs hood swayed to the side as he tilted his head. âI am no bird, nor am i a bat.âÂ
âIâm sure youâve impressed your little friends with your meta abilities, but it means nothing in a city like this. Though i see you have your talents. How are you unaffected by my toxins?âÂ
Ice erupted from the ground, enguling Scarecrowâs legs an inch at a time, creeping up his body without a hint of warning. âYou misunderstand.â Danny whispered. âI am not here for a conversation. Iâm here for my friend, and to teach you that dabbling in fear is childsplay to a being like myself.âÂ
Tim couldnât see⌠Danny was facing away from him but his galaxy cloak billowed out around him without even the slightest breeze. There were shadowsâŚ? Something? Tim couldnât see though he tried. What he could see was Scarecrow, and even with his face covered, his body language betrayed his growing horror.Â
âYou can not frighten the dead.â Danny said, but in a voice that was decidedly not his own.Â
Scarecrow started screaming, a desperate sound that had him thrashing in place, the ice now well around his chest. Tim didnât know what the rogue was seeing but if scaring someone to death was really a thingâŚÂ
âPhantom.â Tim tried to raise his voice and had to close his eyes to shove away the sudden lightheadedness. He was shivering. âW..we goodâŚ?âÂ
Whatever was going on paused, and Danny seemed to reign himself in. The strange movement of his cloak stopped and Tim briefly made a mental note to ask Danny what kind of other forms he might have.Â
Danny turned to him, looking normal, though he hadnât seen his white hair in a while. âI forget sometimesâŚâ He commented, voice even softer than usual. âThe living are so fragile.âÂ
Scarecrow was still screaming, but his head was lulling back and he looked seconds away from passing out. He was held in place by the ice, and obviously wasnât going anywhere.Â
âYeah, weâre like that.â Tim muttered, shoulders slumping now that the danger was taken care of, it didnât stop the way his body twitched. His stomach hurt so bad.Â
Danny landed by his side silently, a gentle hand on his shoulder. âAre you alright?âÂ
âYeah. Legâs a little messed up but itâll heal. The⌠the toxins in my system are going to have to run their course, unless i can work out how to s..somehow come up with a new antidote before then. St..stupidâŚâÂ
Danny cocked his head to the side, wispy white hairs floating around his face. It was unfair how attractive he was. âWant me to eat it?âÂ
Tim heard a confused âWut?â from his comm. Spoiler summing up that comment nicely.Â
âI can absorb emotion. Because it can sustain us. I just think of it as a different way to eat.â Danny said. Tim breathed a sigh of relief that that half ghost had been around him long enough to know that he liked explanations when he didnât understand something.Â
âThatâs w..why the fear toxins didnât affect you.âÂ
âMhmm.â Danny hummed. âGotta get that recipe though. That was tasty. Frighty would love it.Â
Tim sighed, feeling another wave of nausea and heâŚwas pretty sure he was seeing colors he shouldnât be. âYou always leave mâŚme with more questions than answers. My s..symptoms arenât emotional. Chem..chemically induced.â And fuck this was so embarrassing in front of the King of the Infinite Realm.Â
Danny hummed, and if Tim wasnât mistaken, he sounded amused. He leaned closer, fingers touching Timâs face and all at once, he started to feel better. His shaking stopped almost immediately and he was left to assume that despite the chemicals heâd inhaled, Danny was still able to take them from him. Honestly, scientifically it made no sense whatsoever.Â
At least his stomach didnât hurt anymore.Â
âWhat do i owe you for this one?â Tim asked with a weary smile. Other than a sore leg, the other symptoms seemed to disappear.Â
âI got two separate fear meals. Iâm good.â Danny chuckled, helping Tim to his feet only seconds before Batman and Nightwing arrived.Â
Nightwing made a beeline for Tim, grabbing him in the tightest hug while Batman was instead looking Scarecrow over who had, in fact, passed out at some point.Â
âWing, watch it! Watch it! The leg!âÂ
âIâm so glad youâre okay!â Nightwing clung anyway. He then held a hand out to Danny. âThank you so so much, your Majesty! Your timing is to die for!âÂ
Tim knew he was in trouble when Danny took Nightwings hand to shake, and his eyes lit up. âWingâŚâ Tim said in a warning tone that went unheard.Â
âNo big deal. Visiting Red Robin really lifts my spirits.â Danny said with a small grin, fangs a little larger than in his living form.Â
Nightwing tipped his head back and laughed. âYes!âÂ
âNoâŚâ Tim groaned, shoving away from his brother.Â
âIn all seriousness, iâm glad i came.â Danny said. âI wasnât sure if you were trying to summon me or not so i thought iâd poke my head in and see.âÂ
âIâŚdidnât realize i did?â Tim muttered, checking his utility belt. âI do have the spell circle butâŚâÂ
Danny shrugged âWell you said âPhantomâ at some point. I thought it sounded a little different but wellâŚi didnât think it would hurt to double check. Iâm glad i was able to help.âÂ
âWe appreciate it, your Majesty.â Batman commented in a gruff tone. He very much did not appreciate it but couldnât be mad about someone saving Tim when he wouldnât have gotten there in time.âWhat exactly did you do? This ice is-âÂ
âOh, right.â Phantom waved his hand flippantly and the ice disappeared. Scarecrow dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. âHeâll probably suffer nightmares for the next week but heâll shake it off.âÂ
âI have⌠so many questionsâŚâ Tim repeated.Â
Danny just looked at him fondly. âYou always do.âÂ
âIâll take him in.â Batman said. âRed Robin, return for medical treatment.âÂ
âIâm fine, B.â Tim said, but he was getting a look. âGrab whatever he has on him so we can make new antidotes.âÂ
Batman grunted, and it was possibly lucky that the rogue was already knocked out.Â
âHey, hey, King Phantom-â Nightwing began.Â
âJust Phantom is fine.âÂ
Nightwing was positively giddy. âWhat do you say to four a.m. waffles? I know you ate the fear or whatever but you deserve a proper thank you meal.âÂ
There was something so boyishly charming about the way Danny smiled. His constellation freckles even seemed to twinkle. âAs long as they donât bite back. Iâd like that.âÂ
âConcerning.â Tim hummed, testing his weight on his leg. It wasnât broken but he wouldnât be grappling anywhere else tonight.
âGreat!â Nightwing said, tapping his own comm. âSpoiler will meet us there!âÂ
Danny glanced at Tim. âDo uh.. You goâŚâ He gestured to them. âDressed like this?âÂ
âAll the time.âÂ
âOkay then.â Danny said, and the only adjustment he made was to reach up above him and grab his crown. It disappeared from view.Â
âSo many questions.â Tim heaved a sigh. âI guess breakfast would be nice. We havenât done breakfast yet.âÂ
Danny nodded once. âAt least i feel like i earned it this time. Youâve just been treating me so much lately.â He sounded as close to shy as Tim had ever heard and it was killing him.Â
Ugh, now he was doing the death punsâŚÂ
âYou donât have to earn your food with us.â Tim said softly.Â
âRR is right, you know?â Nightwing beamed. âYou should totally get him to bring you home one night, Phantom. Best home cooking youâve ever had.âÂ
Danny hummed, âItâs a low bar, but that could beâŚnice.âÂ
âWeâll discuss it over waffles!â Nightwing justâŚdecided.Â
Tim shook his head, not sure how he felt about these two getting along but Danny was smiling and Tim was a sucker for those smiles.Â
âAlright.â Tim said, stifling a yawn. âMy leg is stiff so one of you is gonna have to help me get there, but letâs go eat.âÂ
Dannyâs green eyes just glowed with mirth. âNo problem.â
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Ciao Amore (part 2) - Emily Engstler x fem!reader
summary: You and Emily make up after your little fight in the best way you each know how. Smut ensues...part 1 word count: 2.1k a/n: thank you guys for being SO patient...I know yall wanted the part two to this! I've been super busy but I hope you guys like this!! Thanks for the love mwah <3
Emily kept her hand on the small of your back and returned to the hotel room. It wasn't until you both were alone in the elevator that you allowed yourself to lean against her tall frame more. The leaning, cozying up to her side with your arm firmly wrapped around her bicep, was partially from all the red wine you had and partially from how irresistible she looked. Emily was all sleepy-eyed and dark eyelashes looking down at you like you were something to eat. She wanted you just as bad as you wanted her.Â
If you were more eager, you certainly showed it by pinning Emily's hips square against the inside of the door. You had to stand on your tiptoes in your heels to reach your mouth to the outside of Emily's ear. You panted, "Wanna feel your mouth on me."Â
Emily wastes no time and ducks down to kiss your neck. She pulls a little sigh from you, and you can feel her mouth curving into a smirk against your skin. Her large hands are wrapped around your waist like you'll vanish into thin air if she's not holding you.Â
She pauses her attack on your neck to look at you before kissing you sweetly, trying to remind you that she can be tender, too. The tenderness of the action was followed by something sinful whispered into your ear. "Need you, maâŚwas being so stupid before."Â
This is how Emily operated: the sweet followed by pure sin. She knew what kind of effect she already had on you. Her hands slowly wander farther down, fingertips feeling the silky hem of your dress.Â
You slide your hands up from Emily's hips and let them rest on her bare skin underneath the shirt she wore to dinner. You tease, "Yeah, you were."Â
When Emily laughs, you can feel the warm puffs of air hit the side of your neck and start to think of how badly you want her head between your thighs. She's pulling you toward the chair and says, "Sit down for me?"Â
You oblige, watching as Emily starts kneeling to take your heels off. She's an expert at undoing the little ankle strap and sweetens the gesture by kissing up the length of your legs. You're watching her like she's a feature film. Only when she ducks her head to kiss the back of your knees do you get shy on her, hiding your enormous grin behind your hands for a moment. Is it possible to want her more?
You lean forward, tilting your head to challenge Emily's lovestruck stare. You press your bare foot gently against her chest, guiding her until her back is on the floor and you can land on top of her. Of course, it's no fun if she's in control the whole time.Â
She doesn't try to change positions, but you can tell by how her face gets a little slack that she's surprised. You hover over her, undoing the top buttons of her shirt. At this point, you unclip your hair, and when you lean over Emily, she can smell the conditioner you used just a few hours before.Â
Your knees dig into the plush carpeting, and you straddle Emily, giggling conspiratorially to her, "I like when we kiss and make up."Â
Emily holds your hips steady against her, enjoying the view of you on top of her like this. She laughs, shutting her eyes, "We have to fight to make up, baby."Â
You shrug and lay on top of her, tits almost spilling out of your dress as they press to Emily's skin, "I know. Could never stay mad at you for long."Â
Emily's hands dig deeper into your hips as she lifts both of you off the ground. She's smirking in the most self-satisfied way, like a cat who got the cream and slid the strap of your dress off your shoulder. Then she slides the other one off your shoulder until both tits are softly spilling out the top of your dress. She sucks in a breath, tenderly kissing your shoulders one at a time. "Couldn't stop thinking about you like this. Did I mention I'm sorry, baby?"
Y/N tugs on the cool metal of Emily's chain, the one you always lightly pull to drive her insane. You flip your hair to one side to give Emily better access to all the places you want to be kissed. When Emily's tongue piercing touches your sensitive nipples, you gasp. She takes it in her mouth, eyelashes fanning against the top of your breast. You tell her, "Want you to show me you're sorry, not tell me."
Once you say those words, it's off to the races. Emily balances that filthy mouth of hers by sweetly grabbing your waist and scooping you up bridal style. She gently places you on the bed, like you're delicate enough to break with too much force.Â
She smells so good. The spritz of her woody fragrance has softened. She smells like Emilyâyour Emily who smells like skin, the coffee she's always drinking, and the faint smell of gel she uses to slick back her hair.Â
She's naughtily running her nose along your inner thighs. Her eyes focus, zeroing in on a spot she's about to sink her teeth into. You yelp as she kisses over the little bite marks she left.Â
You laugh, "Ow, Em!"Â
"Sorry, baby." She sends a quick apologetic grin your way but goes in to bite your other thigh. Her hands grip your waist, fingers indenting at the curve. She sighs against your skin, "You're my girl. And you have the softest skin in the world."Â
You are trying your best to be patient, but you want her now. You can feel your panties sticking to you, already wet, and she's barely touched you.Â
When Emily finally touches you, you can relax from how relieved you feel. The sight of her tattooed fingers slowly sliding your panties down your legs makes you feel lightheaded. She takes two fingers to run over your slit. You already know what she's about to say as you lean up on your elbows to stare at her, touching you between your thighs. "Fuck, baby. How long have you been this wet for?"Â
"Since you put my shoes out for me."Â
"And you didn't say anything?"Â
"You didn't apologize to me yet."
Emily laughs, "You're impossible." She gets shy, "Is this all because of me?"
You nod, "The entire bottle of wine we finished might've had a part."Â
You both give each other this look that lets you know how crazy you are for each other. You couldn't have wanted your evening to go any other way. Emily slides her fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness and spreading it to your clit. You shiver in a way that lets her know you need her mouth on it immediately.Â
Emily starts to suck on your button, your hips coming to meet her mouth. From this angle, you can see Emily's bareback. You're completely mesmerized by the ripples of muscles, the expanse of that blank skin you can't wait to leave scratches later. Your hands go to grip the sheets as she laps her tongue at your pulsing slit.Â
Her hands wrap around your thighs, keeping you flush against the bed so she can angle her tongue flat against your clit. Emily starts speeding up when she hears you whimpering, squirming against the sheets as you get closer to climaxing. She can tell you're close by the way your eyes keep fluttering shut and the way you're taking tiny breaths in, your entire body aflame with desire.Â
Emily talks you through it. "Thaaat's it. Relax for me." She noses against your clit in that way she knows gets you there and mumbles, "Want it on my tongue, ma. Mhmm."Â
"Uh, Emily. Oh my god, baby. Fuck--right there! Right there." You come all over her mouth. She removes her mouth from your center to watch you catch your breath. Your eyes are glazing over like you're going to fall asleep, but they light up as soon as Emily moves to kiss you.Â
You tell her, "Y'know what's so annoying about you? You're good at everything."Â
"Not true. You're better at arguing than me." She sighs against your neck, letting her body go limp against yours for a second before kissing your forehead. "You're my girl. Know that right, baby?"
"Course I do. No one could make me feel like you do." Looking into Emily's eyes, searching, then the searching turns to mischief. "Wanna feel you on me, gonna make you feel so good."Â
Emily thinks she's already died and gone to heaven. Your soft skin engulfing her, the plush hotel sheets, the trail of clothes discarded all over the room. Your hair looks nothing like it did a few hours before when it was so neatly clipped up. It's messy, and your cheeks are flushed like you ran a mile.Â
You shift on top of her to cup your hand on Emily's cunt. Sliding your hand from her stomach into her boxer briefs.Â
Emily can barely contain herself. She's grunts, "Baby, wait a sec."Â
You look at her so innocently, all doe-eyed, as if you aren't rubbing circles on her clit to get her warmed up. "What is it, Em?"
It's not as common for you to have Emily in the palm of your hand like this. You can tell by the way she's trying to bury her head into your neck that she won't last long, that she's been thinking about making up ever since you guys started your argument in the first place. This argument feels miles and miles away from the both of you now.Â
She lets out a contained moan, biting her fist. You whisper, "Don't have to be quiet; it's just me."Â
The unassuming smile, your disarrayed head of hair, and the slow blink of your eyelashes make Emily lose all composure. She grabs your hips so that you land directly on top of her, straddling her once again. When your center meets hers, Emily shuts her eyes and throws her head back.Â
Emily's completely dazed, scooping your tits up to her mouth while you grind your wet cunt against hers. She's lost in the sensation of your ass bouncing against her sturdy thighs, the slick sounds drowning out the rest of the hotel's noises. She lets out an airy sigh every time you press down against her clit; how perfectly you fit against each other.Â
She's getting closer, and you can tell because she's gripping the fold of your hips and speeding you up. Her hands find their way to your waist, and she flips you over so you're directly under her. When she hovers over you, the hair around her face has come undone from her ponytail; it tickles the sides of your face when she lowers herself to plead, "Fuck, baby. Need your nails on my back."Â
With Emily's muscular biceps and forearms caging you, you're surrounded by her. You're quickly crowded by her and blind to anything else but the sensation and sigh of her sloppily grinding on top of you. That desperate furrow in her brow makes you lose control, so you turn your head and affectionately leave a bite on her bicep, right where one of your favorite tattoos lies. You wrap your hips around Emily's torso to bring her closer to you, raking your nails down her back deep enough to leave scratches â ones she'll feel when the hot water from the shower hits and ones you'll get to see for the rest of your honeymoon.Â
You scream as Emily sucks around your nipple, teasing the other one with her fingers. "God, Em! Yes, yesâ"Â
Emily breathlessly teases, "Gonna fucking come all over me? Yeah, baby?"
You can hardly string words together at this point. Emily's cunt is hot against yours, and your release is coming any moment now. Her biceps tighten and flex as she thrusts harder against you, and you come without warning.Â
All you can manage is weakly whimpering, "Em, baby. Fuckfuckfuckâ"
Emily comes right after, her back hunching toward you, lips finding refuge against your throat, covered in a thin layer of sweat. She shakily moans, hot cheeks resting against the swell of your breast. She tiredly presses wet kiss after kiss anywhere without having to move her head too much. Her voice is raspy and rough as she mumbles against your lips, "We need to get married."Â
You flatten your hand against her head, keeping her as close as possible, and laugh, "We're already married. We're here because we're married."
Emily thinks about it briefly and says, "Maybe we should renew our vows or something after that."
You kiss the top of her shut eyelids and tiredly reply, "I married a smart one."
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Make Me Water | JiKook x Reader
pairings: jikook x fem!reader, smut, fluff, established relationship with jk and reader.
warnings: threesome-f/m/m, oral, double penetration, fingering, anal, creampies (by bofum lol), squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talk, implied consensual rough sex, cuck jk, just pure smut really, jungkook calls reader 'mama', aftercare, sweet talk.
words: 19,827
summary: It's a hot, sticky summer in Seoul. Heat warnings are in effect. But when the night falls and breeze begins to blow, what better way to cool off than have some fun poolside with your man and his bestfriend?
also cross-posted on ao3
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Stepping out onto the terrace, you slid the door that led out to the private pool closed behind you with a quiet shut, âHurry and join us, baby.â You hummed, turning back to give your partner a final smile from over your shoulder right before you closed the door.Â
Once outside, the warm breeze from the summer nightâs air fanned over your skin. The gentle sounds of flowing water filled the open air. Soft, steady waves from a stream echoed through the space you had been standing in. Splish, splish, splish. It was calming. Relaxing. You could use it as a form of asmr even. Â
It had been scorching hot outside today. The temperatures steadily crept to an alarming 90 degrees Fahrenheit by midday. Calling for a heat warning and advising all citizens to stay indoors to try and keep cool in any way they could. And stay cool, you did. Lounging for most of the day near the air conditioner in the living room. A novel in hand and your body curled up comfortably on the single couch. Eyes crossing every now and then to watch your man and his best friend keeping themselves entertained with video games for most of the day.Â
Now, it was well into the night. Safe for you to step outside for some much needed fresh air. The sun had long cleared the sky. Bidding your time zone a good evening with rays of light so beautiful with glimmers of orange and yellow sunlight shining across the horizon and then saying goodnight when the dark hues of blue and green from night befalling faded into a pitch black night sky. Stars speckled the once blue sky now. The moon shining at its highest. The gentle noise of crickets and the buzzing of cicadas alike sounded through the air. All a telltale sign that summer was at its peak.Â
The air was still sticky and warm but the breeze that blew every now and then made the difference. The trees and bushes in the distance ruffled when the wind blew. Large leaves on the trees above your head fanning you almost. The cool nightâs wind blew a kiss against your face. Into your hair. Gently caressing your skin as a silent hello from the earth. Telling you that the sun was gone for now and it was finally okay for you to step outside for the first time of the day and inhale the nightâs air.Â
From your side, you could hear the gentle lull of a waterfall from a fountain that led to the terrace pool. Thatâs the direction you were heading in. Taking a step onto the cobblestone concrete, you noticed that even the interlocking patterns of brick were still warm from the heat today. It was a nice contrast. The warm concrete on your bare feet and the breeze blowing through the oversized t-shirt you wore made you remember how much you loved the summertime.Â
Tonight was the perfect night.
You couldnât have asked for anything better than this. Â
âThe water isnât getting any less wet, beautiful. Come on in.âÂ
Or could you?Â
âHowâs the water?â You asked your friend who was already wading in the pool, your hands in front of the hems of your t-shirt, âNot too cold, right?â You hummed, turning around so that your back was facing your friend as you easily pulled the material of your shirt upwards to tug it off from over your head, tossing it over onto a chair as you shook your hair out, letting the locks fall over your shoulders and down your back in a mermaid-like style,Â
âItâs perfect.â He responded and you could feel the smile in his voice, âJust the right temp.â He mused and you turned around to face him. Eyes falling onto the creamy skin illuminated by the soft lights fluoresced around the pool. He glowed almost. Sparkled. Park Jimin was absolutely gorgeous.Â
Suddenly, your hands flew to your chest because yes⌠you were half naked.
Standing there with your hands covering your bare chest, you hardly heard your friend calling for you. The soft octave of his voice slowing and dulling to a reverb that you couldnât hear while you lost yourself staring at the way his skin radiated.Â
âDid you hear me, hun?â You heard him better now as his voice began to cut through the ringing in your ears and you looked out towards him, knees trembling with a new found nervousness as you watched your friend floating around the pool with a seeming carefreeness while he awaited you to join him in the water.  Â
âWhat was that?â You asked, âI zoned out.â You mumbled more to yourself than him.Â
âIâm feeling quite lonely the longer I float here by myself. The water might just turn cold from my unending loneliness.â Jiminâs voice drooped sadly from the other side of the pool, his body bounced lightly within the water he floated in. His dancer-like form swaying around freely in the water as if he were a real life mermaid.Â
âIâm good over here.â You swallowed hard, your teeth gnawing on the inner part of your cheek. No, you werenât good. You were salivating at the thought of joining Jimin in the water but the side of you that had a smidge of shame left said otherwise. Making you unable to move from the spot you were standing in. Jimin made you nervous to be shirtless in front of him. Nervous of him perceiving you. Nervous to be doing this with him.Â
A big part of you wanted to dive head first into the pool he was waiting for you in. You wish you could go back to the person you were a mere five seconds ago. The person that was giddy with excitement to do this.Â
That shameless part of you wanted to shake off any anxiety you had bubbling in you and just jump. But the more you stood there⌠The more you watched this man that was practically ethereal wading around in the water as if he was a deadly siren waiting to lure you in with the sweet melody of his voice, the more you hesitated. You turned back to look at the door where your partner was still busy in the kitchen and you sighed quietly to yourself. Silently pleading for your muse to hurry and come outside to join you.Â
Jimin let out a noise of displease from your stalling and sank backwards for a moment into the water, head tilted backwards to wet the shaggy black hair on his head. You watched the bob of his Adam's apple move up and down when he swallowed. Eyes studying the strength of his jaw that you could see perfectly from the way he tilted his head back. He knew what he was doing without even acknowledging it. Just like the siren he was. You shifted on your feet as you practically watched him seduce you into the water,Â
âHm.â He huffed before he lifted his head out of the water and shook his soaked hair out. The silver highlights he sported in his hair flung to and from. Water from his hair sprayed around his form and trickled from his neck length hair to his throat, chest and finally disappeared into the water rising steadily, âPlease?â He whined, a sad pout forming along his rosy, plump lips while he watched you.Â
You stood there with your arms crossing tighter over your chest. Wispy hair flying from the way your head shook with hesitation, âAre you sure you didnât pee in the water and thatâs why itâs so warm?â You teased, the sarcasm prevalent in your voice because did fairies like Jimin even pee? Probably. âLetâs see.â You hummed, taking a step closer to the edge of the pool, stretching your foot out and dipping the tip of your toe into it, âYah, itâs cold! You lied!â You whined, body recoiling from the water temperature, âIâll just watch you swim around from here in case you donât drown.â You nodded with a smile, quick to turn on your heels to retreat back towards the safety and comfort of the chairs lining the swimming pool.Â
You never had any intention to be in the pool but it was a hot summer night and the water looked inviting to say the least. How you managed to get Jimin to agree to this was beyond you. It wasnât as if this part of the house hadnât already been explored by you and your inquisitiveness. For example, you might have enjoyed a few swims or two in the early mornings during your visit here when the memberâs slept in because the night priorâs crazy antics (video gaming and karaoke sessions) had gone well into the early wee hours of the morning and they were far too tired to join you.Â
And what was this place exactly? This was a vacation home for you all. A place where you had frequented to spend special moments together. Away from the public. Away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Away from⌠everything. The Soop House was a place you cherished being in. A place everyone considered as their little getaway.Â
The first time being here was in the wintertime years ago. Taehyungâs birthday. What a memorable night it was. A special night that you would hold close to your heart until the end of time.Â
Youâve visited this house many times after that. Sometimes with the members to celebrate birthdays and other festivities. Sometimes with your partner when the two of you just needed some time away from lifeâs busy schedules. Or with your girlfriends for a little weekend girlâs trip getaway.. And sometimes alone when you just wanted to get away to enjoy the beauty of experiencing the Soop all by yourself.Â
This was a special place.Â
And it wasnât special because it was nestled away in an isolated forest that was guarded at all times by private security.Â
It was special because it was only for BTS and you.Â
You didnât think your zany idea of skinny dipping in a pool at midnight would be taken so eagerly by your friend. It was simply a thought you blurted out during dinner. Something that came to your mind under the influence of a few glasses of wine and how good Jimin looked while being as relaxed as he was today.Â
Perhaps it was the enthusiasm that had you thinking second thoughts. I mean. you were down for taking a dip into the pool with your friend while your man watched from afar. That was until you realized Jimin and your man were both equally into the idea of doing it. Of course they were! To think that they would be against such an inviting idea was silly of you. You must have forgotten who you were dealing with tonight. This was Park Jimin and Jeon Jeongguk for crying out loud.Â
You truly thought Jimin would at least politely decline out of respect for you (and the fact that you were in a relationship with his best friend) but oh no, honey. Did you truly believe that? Did you actually think Jimin could and would ever say no to you? Clearly you did not expect anything from Jimin until you caught onto him inching his way to the doors of the house that led to the private pool once he had finished helping your man clean up after dinner.Â
Even Jungkookâs own eyebrow raised in question when he noticed his hyung had barely hung around to chat and instead, booked it straight to the pool after dinner. Claiming he wanted to enjoy the last night in the Soop Houseâs pool before he had to jet off to Japan the next day. Pfft. Yeah, right. You played along though and so did your man. Nodding with enthusiasm as he told you to run along and join Jimin while he prepared the three of you something delicious to drink.Â
You clearly were not quick enough to realize Jimin had been waiting for your offer for a very⌠long time. And you clearly were not quick enough for Jimin now who had swiftly made his way from one side of the pool to the spot where you stood, his wet hand reaching out from the water and grabbing you by the ankle just as you were about to turn away,Â
Barely having a chance to register what was happening, you only had enough time to let out a shriek as you felt yourself get pulled to the water. Thankfully, your body fell backwards into the pool rather than forward. Otherwise, falling face first into the poolâs ledge only to be pulled in by the hungry water monster named Jimin would have been extremely painful and⌠embarrassing on your part.Â
With arms flailing in the air, you fell pathetically into the pool. Body crashing into the water and almost body checking Jiminâs wet form with your shoulders like a superstar football linebacker as he dragged you into his arms. You were never an elegant faller and could even compare your clumsiness on a Namjoon level. Surely, you would have seen this coming.Â
Jimin spared you no time to react or at least prepare yourself to be pulled into the water. Turning your back away from him was your first mistake, âJIMIN!â You yelled, body thrashing around in the water as you tried to find your footing against the floor of the pool, âMy hair!â You yelped, feeling the back of your head get splashed with water and soak the hair you had freshly straightened just a few hours prior to this night, âIâm gonna kill you, I swear.â You threatened, finally being able to find your balance now that you were no longer floating on your back in the water,Â
âHad to get you in somehow.â Jimin only responded between his airy chuckles, âIâm sorry. I had to.â He didnât sound apologetic in the slightest and your eyes narrowed in annoyance,Â
âSeriously. Iâll choke you out.â You twisted around in Jiminâs hold at once and glared at him, wet hands coming up to clasp around Jiminâs neck, not fully choking him (although you wanted to). âYouâre gonna die, Park Jimin.â You announced with confidence, giving his neck within your hands a playful squeeze,
âDo it.â He challenged, âMaybe I like that.â Jimin flashed you his signature toothy smile and you felt the goosebumps raise on your skin from his shamelessness.Â
âGross.â You muttered, hands dropping from his throat in defeat.Â
One thing about Jimin was that he hardly ever felt embarrassment around you or any of his fellow members. He was comfortable and confident around you all. Often blurting out random things that he would never on this green earth utter in public.Â
âWhat? You donât like being choked?â He questioned with a menacing grin and suddenly you felt his firm palm that was resting against your hip to ensure your fall into the water wouldnât be too catastrophic. He was so close to you right now. Too close. So close that you could smell the lingering scent of his cologne still on his skin mixed with the chlorine from the water. So close that the hand placed on your hip felt heavy and strong against your skin. His touch felt searing. As if he could expel fire from his very palms.Â
Feeling exposed under his overwhelming gaze, you quickly realized you were standing there in nothing but your bikini underwear. Knowing you were tits out in the water like nobodyâs business made your hands fly once more to your chest to cover yourself as if Jimin hadnât already snuck a glance. âStop staring at me.â You spoke with a crack in your voice and felt the burn in your cheeks flow from your face straight down to between your thighs, âYouâre making me nervous.â You confessed with a glum whisper, lips pressing together tight in regret as soon as you spoke. You sounded so stupid.Â
Jiminâs gaze softened immediately when you spoke and the playful gleam in his eyes he had all this time prior to this moment had long disappeared, âHey, pretty⌠if youâre notâ If you changed your mind. We donâtââ He started, hands moving up and away from anywhere close to your body to give you space, âI can go grab you a shirt.â His eyes scanned over your head towards the poolside to see if the shirt he had stripped off was still hanging off the chair he had tossed it onto, âJust wait hereââ He had already began to back away to cross to the other side of the pool and you shook your head quickly,Â
âNo.. donât do that. Itâs justââ You gulped then took a deep breath, finally allowing your gaze to meet Jiminâs eyes,Â
Jiminâs lips pursed lightly before he titled his head to the side in confusion, âWhat is it?â He asked, âAre you feeling okay?â The worry in his voice was clear and now he had begun to think you were starting to get sick,Â
âNo⌠Itâs just youâre so.. you.â You mumbled, âThis is like, fuck, I donât know.. the second time in the history of our friendship that you made me feel nervous.â You let out a quiet laugh, head hanging in embarrassment, âYouâre just so⌠fucking hot.â You finally said the words you had been chanting in your head the entire time you had been standing along the poolside watching Jiminâs effortless attempts at luring you into the pool, âI canât believe this is happening.â You started to laugh more as you realized how silly you sounded,Â
Perhaps you were imagining things. The close proximity you both were now in surely made your mind hazy. So hazy that you hallucinated the fiery chemistry of his body close to yours. You didnât even notice he had his hand placed on your hip before not because he was a creep but to make sure you didnât sink too much into the water when he had pulled you in. And although he was no longer touching you, you somehow still felt the tingling on your skin where his hands were once placed.Â
Jimin let out a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling into pretty little half moons when they closed, âOh, love.â He took a breath between laughs and shook his head, âYouâre flattering me too much.â He rolled his eyes and let his body float closer to you, âIâve never seen you like this.â Jimin hummed out with please, âItâs pretty cute.â He nodded, leaning in close to your ear, âBut you have to understand, the only person here whoâsâŚâ His voice dropped to a hushed mumble, â....fucking hot is you.â His voice sounded almost too seductive for your comprehension and suddenly the water felt boiling hot, âThatâs just my humble opinion but I assure you, anyone would agree with me.â Jimin smiled confidently at you. A sparkly grin that made your knees buckle under you at once,Â
You wobbled and lost balance from his words. Wanting to kick yourself for how easy it was for you to fold for sweet talk. Actually, scratch that. You hardly ever reacted to anyone flirting with you unless it was your man. But something in the way Jimin spoke. With that lowered Busan accent. That surety. The confidence. The way he spoke with such honesty. He meant what he said and Jimin never crossed you as a liar.Â
No wonder your legs feel like jelly. And suddenly you felt your foot slip from under your body. You were shorter than Jimin and the water was already up to your shoulders. Your feet were already barely touching the bottom of the pool. He didnât want you to lose your footing again and slip under. Not like you would drown or anything but getting water in your nose and down your throat wasnât the greatest experience on earth, was it. So, he grabbed you when you struggled to balance. Hands circling around your waist with one resting along the small of your back and the other against your hip in the same spot it once stayed.Â
âCareful.â He mused and you nodded dumbly. Your mind and body already feeling weak from his presence alone.Â
âRight.â Was all you said when he caught you again and made sure you didnât gulp down a mouthful of pool water when you slipped, âThank you.â You muttered like a goof, still at a loss for words. Your mind was racing at a million miles per hour. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as you attempted to process what he just said to you. Your vocabulary had dwindled to just a handful of words at the moment but that was good enough for Jimin. He never seemed to mind silence.Â
With Jiminâs soft gaze on your face and the silence falling comfortably between the two of you, he took his chance to admire your face. He took in the glitter on your eyelids from your makeup. The soft curve of your lips accompanied by the pink gloss you wore. The light blush staining your cheeks. So, so, so cute. This shy persona of yours was growing on Jimin and he couldnât help but smile giddily from it. âDonât say thank you. Just believe me.â He nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. Much like he always did to you whenever he could.Â
Embracing the soft touch of Jiminâs lips on your forehead, you nodded a silent acknowledgment towards him. Your hands were still covering your chest and now your palms felt foreign. As if they were never meant to be there. Taking a careful breath, you slowly dropped your hands from over your chest as you looked at Jimin. He tried not to immediately lower his stare to your chest but failed and took a glance.Â
Now, yes, Jimin was a flirt. It was universally known that he had a little bit of a promiscuous side. However, a gentleman is what he stayed no matter what. However, in this moment? When the most obscene thoughts began to swarm his mind? He had to keep his words to himself because you were absolutely perfect. Thatâs all he could think. Damn perfect. The voice in his head corrected him.Â
His lowered gaze made you feel isolated under his stare but it wasnât an uncomfortable feeling in the slightest. If anything, your nervousness now had seemed to begin to disappear thanks to his reassurance, âYouâre so gorgeous.â He breathed out coolly, âReally.â He nodded quickly, lips spreading into a smile, âJungkook, you lucky motherfucker.â He grumbled which made you let out a giggle,Â
âShut up.â You gave his shin a jab with your foot from under the water, âHe knows how lucky he is. Trust me.â You hummed, âI make sure he knows. Everyday.â You smiled confidently at Jimin, feeling more comfortable now.Â
âSo,â Jimin began to smile wider in response. His playful side back as if it never left, âYou didnât answer my question.â He reminded you with a nudge, âYou like being choked out?â He asked again and you grunted,Â
âFreak.â You muttered under your breath and thought about actually strangling him for real this time. But instead, you found yourself immediately lost under his gaze. He swallowed you whole with his stare. Pretty brown eyes illuminated by the night skyâs reflection against the water making him look absolutely unreal, âIâll tell you whatâŚâ You began, hands moving from within the water to place onto your friendâs bare shoulders to make him focus on just you, âWhy donât you try to find out?â You asked with a challenge in your voice, âIâll allow it.â You mused nonchalantly as if you were both sharing a casual conversation,Â
Jimin felt his breath get stuck in his throat and now it was his turn to be shy. Your hands holding onto his shoulders now felt like bricks weighing down on his back. Your nails pushing lightly into the trap muscles along his skin felt as if they would leave etches in his skin tomorrow and you were barely touching him. The attraction between the two of you might just be stronger than you and Taehyung. Now Jimin understood why he was never asked to join you and Jungkook the first time. Now he understood why Taehyung was the one lucky enough to have you with Jungkook that night. The energy you and Jimin shared could light up thousands of city nights, really. It was so sexy. He could hardly handle it,Â
âIâll tell you whatâŚâ Jimin leaned in towards you, his lips now brushing against yours when he spoke, âIâll definitely find out.â He grinned, hands that were set on your lower back and hip now circling confidently around your waist to tug you firm against his chest.Â
He was stronger than you thought. Donât let his dainty, fairylike body fool you. He was lean and sturdy in all the right places. You curved into his hold almost too perfectly. Fitting snug against his chest. Wet bodies pressed together and all.Â
Heaving a deep breath, your eyes fluttered the closer Jimin got to you. Your gaze was stuck on the smooth of his chest. Droplets of water dotted along his skin. Steam from the warmth of his body hitting against the cool evening air dissipated into the darkness surrounding the two of you. The limelight cascaded against his features and made him look like he was molded by the Greek Gods. From the milk of his skin tone creating a perfect surface for the black ink from the tattoo across his ribcage to show even through the water. All the way to the faint pink appearing along his neck from soaking in the pool for as long as he did. Jimin was absolutely ethereal.Â
You truly couldnât help yourself but to stare at him. Moving your gaze from his near flawless skin, your eyes trailed upwards from his collarbones to those lips of his. If you had to describe the beauty of Jiminâs lips it would be with 3 words. The 3 Ps. Pink, plump and perfect.Â
And when he leaned into you like this? When he closed any space that happened to be separating the both of your bodies and circled his arms around your waist like this? Careful fingers boldly running over the material of your underwear to run faintly over your ass? The minty air from his breath fanning across your face when he inched even closer? Yeah, there was no way you could focus on anything but him.Â
See, there had always been chemistry between you and Jimin. He was one of the first members of BTS aside from Jungkook that you grew a fondness for and the easiest for you to warm up to. He was funny. Flirtatious. Pretty. And charismatic. He knew the right words to say. Knew the things you liked without you having to tell him. Knew exactly where to massage the spot on your shoulder that always ached without you needing to show him. Knew just what to say to make you flustered and overwhelmed. Jimin just⌠knew. It was as though he had been living in a corner of your head. As though he knew you for ages. You trusted him. Trusted your friendship. He was worth more than just words to you and the feelings only solidified when he finally closed any left space between the two of you and kissed you.Â
Feeling his lips press against yours was something you didnât think you would feel again. You recalled the first time you ever shared a kiss with him. In the dimly lit space of the club you were in with the rest of BTS. Sweaty bodies pressed together while you danced. Music blaring through speakers. Alcohol in your systems making your mindâs cloudy and hazy with lust. Jungkook and you hadnât been dating for long then but it was long enough for you to willingly kiss his friends when the drunken stupor you were all in got to your head's. It was a long time ago. A time you had moved far along from. But when you felt Jiminâs lips press against yours again. So soft, smooth and full of want just like the first time⌠all of the memories came swimming back.Â
âMm.â You hummed against his lips and inched closer, hands moving to cup his face. Your fingers caressing under his chiseled jaw to bring him into you. The touch of your fingertips resting against his delicate skin made Jimin shiver and the kiss progressed further with you quickly leaning forward to find his lips against your own again. You kissed him eagerly thanks to his positive reaction and Jimin didnât hesitate to return the passion. He wanted this. Waited for this. It wasnât like he fantasized everyday about his homieâs girl. He was a busy man and had plenty of attention to fill his needs.Â
However, there were times where you crossed his mind. Times where he found himself daydreaming about what could have been if it were him and Jungkook with you that night at the Soop house those years ago as opposed to Taehyung. What would have the outcome been if he was the one to share you with Jungkook? Probably nothing would have happened if he had to be honest. Jungkook was yours to the death and that was made very clear.. very early in your relationship.Â
Still, the pang of jealousy harbored in the deepest pit of Jiminâs heart and although, he would have been fine to live the rest of his days pleased with the way things were now, he couldnât pass up the opportunity to join the two of you. This time, at your own request.Â
Letâs get one thing straight though, you and Jungkook werenât exactly in an open relationship. At least it wasnât open to everyone like a free for all. And it was clear that Jungkook didnât want to fuck anyone else but you either. It was complicated to explain to people that werenât you and Jungkook. Besides, you didnât owe anyone an explanation. You both just had your⌠likes. And that included Jungkook simply having a thing for watching you with his band members. And you simply⌠wanted everything he wanted. You wanted to ride for him. To die for him.
Call it crazy but, Jungkook was everything to you. He made you want to do things youâve never done before. Made you want things you never wanted before. Your decision to partake in these escapades were yours and yours alone. He never pressured you into anything you never wanted to do. Never forced you to do anything you didnât agree with. Wanting to act out each and every fantasy your man had was your choice. And your choice was the exact reason that he was your man, your man, your man. And everything about your man turned you on.Â
Your relationship was yours and no one would ever understand it but that was the beauty of your love. No one had to get it. They were either with it or against it and thatâs all that mattered.Â
âJungkookâs taking pretty long with those drinks, huh?â Jimin commented between kisses, âAlmost as if heâs doing it on purpose.â He hummed low, âAlmost as if he knew how much Iâve been waiting to kiss you again.â Jimin snorted quietly, a hand moving to your back, fingers trailing down your spine and making you shiver,Â
âThen stop talking and kiss me.â You whispered against his lips and Jimin said less. A wet hand reaching up to cup under your jaw and bring you into him again so that your lips could meet once more. He started off by giving your lips a gentle peck. Felt the gloss from your lips transfer onto his own and then realized he had been missing this more than he thought.Â
No more words needed to be said and soon, the soft noises of your lips moving together in sync filled the silence. Lips blending against one another with ease and fluidity. Your arms looped over his shoulders, fingers from one hand tangling into the back of his shaggy hair, Combing through the layers then burying into the thick locks. Letting the black and silver strands curl around each of your fingers. While your nails on the other hand moved to glide down his chest, feeling over the toned muscles lining his pecs and then inching downwards to his abs all while your lips melted against each other.Â
The hand he had resting under your jaw had soon moved to clasp around your throat. Delicate fingers giving your neck the gentlest squeeze every now and then that you almost never noticed what he had been doing until you began to feel the pressure after each kiss. âThat feels so good.â You confessed and Jimin smiled triumphantly into the kiss,Â
âTold you Iâll find out.â He mused with confidence, making your face flush hues of pink at how easy he did uncover your secret enjoyment. Â
You hadnât realized Jimin was backing you into the wall of the pool until you felt your back pressed into the solid surface. You simply floated there under the spell that was Park Jimin. His persistent kisses started to deepen and then his tongue was pushing into your mouth to taste you, âSo perfect.â He whispered into your mouth, a hand roaming upwards along your hip to your torso while your tongues touched again and then once more before he broke the kiss to look into your eyes, âCan I touch you?â He asked, the hand that was wrapped around your neck removing and dropping to float over the stream of water surrounding the two of you,Â
âOf course.â You breathed, nodding encouragingly, âPlease.â You spoke more confidently now that you had caught your breath, âI want you to.â You confirmed, reaching down into the water and taking Jiminâs hands within yours, guiding his palms to your chest. You placed his hands over your breasts. Making him cup them while you watched the way his palms barely covered the plushness. He had dainty little hands but if you had to be honest, you wouldnât mind feeling them massaging over your breasts⌠or wrapped around your throat again. âJust like that.â You sighed out in relief, your gaze dulling the moment Jimin replaced your hands with his own. Warm palms carefully squeezing over your breasts to feel you,Â
âDamn.â He muttered. Soft hands squeezing and massaging over your flesh, making your head spin and cloud with desire. Jimin was going to be honest and say he snuck a glance or two of your boobs a few times whenever you were around him. He couldnât help it. His eyes just happened to gravitate to them. If you were asking Jimin what he thought about them well⌠was the word perfect overused already? Because thatâs what they were. But hey, in Jiminâs eyesâŚ. All boobs were perfect. he never discriminated. Itâs just that never in this lifetime did Jimin think he would be touching yours now.Â
âFuck.â You breathed, head tilting back to expose your throat as Jimin leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck. Kissing and mouthing over your damp skin while licking away the droplets of water that collected along your neck. After attending to your throat, he leaned up and gently nibbled over your jawline. Teeth nipping your tingling skin before pressing a kiss to your jugular then finally dipping his head lower, plush lips decorating your collar bone and soon enough your chest with airy kisses,Â
âSo soft.â He complimented your skin, his voice coming out closer to a moan than a sentence, âSo sexy.â Your body physically responded to the sound of his voice. Back arching up into his hold. Wanting to hear more of him. He sounded so sexy with the sure need and lust laced in his words. Making him sound sultry and simply filthy with desire.  Â
His breath coasted over the bud of your nipple when he spoke and you knew you were doomed at that. Feeling the sensitivity from just air blowing against your flesh had you depraved,Â
âHah, fuck.â You swore, your head flopping back and resting against the wall of the pool, body sinking a bit into the water as you felt the plumpness of Jiminâs lips ghost over your nipple. You braced yourself against the wall, preparing yourself for the feel of his tongue on your burning skin. And then you felt it. Felt his warm lips close around your nipple. Felt his wet tongue flick over the skin. He sucked over the sensitive flesh. A freehand reaching up to cup over your other breast. Making sure both were being given as much attention as he could.Â
âFeels good, angel?â Jimin checked in with you as his lips removed themselves from your nipple, mouth trailing to the other nipple while his hands switched to your other breast, siren-like eyes silently seeking your approval.Â
You nodded, teeth gnawing over your lower lip as you met his gaze, watching the way his tongue trailed over your skin with the glimmer of hope in his eyes as he peeked up at you from where his face pressed between your breasts, hands reaching up to squish them against his face before he kissed along your sternum,Â
âYes.â You barely managed to answer before you mewled with pleasure. Chest pressing up to meet Jiminâs mouth. Your body searching for more friction. More feeling. âFeels so good.â You encouraged him, âSo fucking good...â You whispered, your leg slowly raising and hiking upwards, wrapping around Jiminâs waist and making him press into you while your hands found their way into his soaking wet hair, fingers smoothing through the strands and tugging firm at the locks.Â
He hummed in satisfaction when you pulled on his hair. Moaned against your skin when you praised him too. And when your thigh draped over his hip, he didnât waste any time to press his pelvis against yours either. He lowered his clothed cock right up against where you ached the most. Fitting himself perfectly against your body. He rocked his hips slowly. Teasing. Dragging the movement out as if he was moving in slow motion. Letting you feel just how much he was enjoying and savoring every second of this moment.Â
âMore.â You whispered, the heel of your foot pressed into Jiminâs lower back and you gasped quietly feeling the throbbing bulge within his swimming shorts pushing against you, âJiminâŚâ You whispered his name, hands gripping his forearms as he pressed you harder against the wall of the pool, hips rocking ever so slightly into you, making you feel every inch of him, âOh⌠Shit.â You moaned, your head dropping forward to rest against Jiminâs shoulder, the muffle of your moans stifling as you buried your face into his skin. The feeling of his cock grinding into you sent a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. Making your skin erupt with goosebumps,Â
Hearing the frenzy of moans and whimpers he was putting you in was music to Jiminâs ears. Adding to the streak of cuteness you were exhibiting, Jimin had to note that even your moans were cute. Taehyung was lucky to have heard this? Jungkook was lucky to get a load of this⌠this perfection whenever he wanted? God, Jimin had been missing out. He might actually be jealous. âFuck, I wanna be inside you so bad.â Jimin grumbled, head shaking as the pent up aggression threatened to make him explode,Â
âYou have to wait for Koo.â You instructed him, fingers caressing over his upper arms, âHe should be here soon.â You started to smile, your hands moving from his arms to his cheeks, cupping them and leaning in to press a light kiss against his lips, âPatience.â You whispered into the kiss and Jimin hummed low, eyes closing as he kissed you back,Â
âIâm not a very patient person.â Jimin whispered back, sighing into the kiss, âTell him to stop creeping from the window and join us already.â He joked and you silenced him at last by kissing him deeper. Your hand pressing against the nape of his neck, and pulling him in closer to you by the hair that curled at his nape. The kiss soon turning more desperate. More passionate. Your lips and teeth hitting against each other the sloppier it grew.Â
Jimin was about to continue. Was about to grind his cock into you more just to hear the delicious noises you were making before but alas, the trois in your mĂŠnage Ă trois finally decided to join you both, âHere comes your dude. Right on time.â Jimin grumbled against your lips, pulling away when he heard the sliding door of the terrace open followed by the light patter of footsteps,
âHe knows when itâs time.â You giggled at Jiminâs frustration, eyes peeking over towards the figure making his way down to the pool. You laid the back of your head against the wall of the pool again, sighing out softly as you watched the tall, hunky man you called yours meeting your gaze the second he felt your eyes on him.Â
Warm, intense brown eyes gobbled you up with his stare. Making your stomach flip over like a pancake. Stark black hair reaching his chin tousled from left to right as he walked. The bouncy locks looking extra yankable tonight as he had just washed his hair this morning. The more you watched Jungkook, the more you ogled his entire existence. With his shockingly tall height. Long limbs. Strong⌠So strong body. Tattoos against tanned skin. Two lip rings glittering under the night sky. Jawline locked tight. Showing off the perfect angle that it was. The dark, moody look resting on his face contrasting against soft, delicate facial features.Â
You knew your man had been staring out the window watching and waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt. No matter how much he would try to deny it, you knew him better than that. He was snarky like that. Not wanting to be missing out on the action but also not wanting Jimin to get a taste of most of the fun before it even began.Â
However, from the way he looked at you right now, you knew you had him worked up. He looked as though he was going to devour you. As if he was starved and dying for a drink of you. You knew he wasnât going to just watch tonight. He was going to join right off the bat. The heat and fire that burned within his veins in the form of longing was too much for Jungkook to just sit and watch this time and you didnât mind it one bit.Â
âStarting without me, I see.â Was all Jungkook said. Balancing the tray of drinks easily with one hand as he made his way over to the two of you. His eye contact with you finally breaking as he turned away to set the tray lined with three drinks onto a table close by.Â
âDonât act like you werenât watching the whole time.â Jimin sighed out as he pulled away from you, still lingering close by but no longer invading your personal space. You found his hand before he waded away, taking his hand within yours to keep him close to you, your fingers lacing together as you turned to face Jungkook,Â
âJust wanted to make sure you werenât trying to steal my girl.â Jungkook smirked in Jiminâs direction as he plucked one of the drinks up off the tray and crossed over to the ledge of the pool to hang Jimin the cocktail he made, âYou know I had to take my time and make these drinks. No, I wasnât looking out the window.â He lied. Just like you knew he would. Of course, he might have snuck a peek once or twice. Just to make sure he wasnât missing anything while he let you and Jimin get⌠acquainted with one another.Â
âMmm.. stop being like that, baby. No oneâs stealing me.â You smiled cheekily at Jungkook, catching his lips twitching into a smile when you spoke to him, âWe were just having some fun.â You let go of Jiminâs hand and turned around to face Jungkook, staring up at him from the ledge of the pool as you propped your elbows up against it, âWhy donât you come join us?â You questioned him, eyeing the drinks on the tray as Jimin leaned against the poolâs ledge as well, his arm sliding around your waist as you moved to make way for Jungkook,Â
Watching Jungkook intently, you leaned into Jiminâs hold around your waist, cozying up to his friend and feeling much more comfortable now with your body reacting to the attention of these two men with nothing but pure positivity.Â
Your man wasted no time. As eager as always. He was already shirtless. Deciding to leave the shirt had been wearing during dinner behind because he wouldnât need it here anyways. Sporting just his swimming shorts that fit him oh so perfectly. Showing off his delicious V-Line and the smooth of his pelvis as he moved to the edge of the pool. The strong muscles along his arms bulged and rippled with every move he made when he picked up the drinks for you and himself. The sight of his muscles made your mouth water. As if it were your first time seeing him. Youâd never get over it.Â
âWater ainât even that cold. You two heated it up enough with your makeout session.â Jungkook joked, stepping down confidently into the pool and slowly sinking into the water, both drinks in hand as he steadied his balance, âFor you, mama. Something fruity and light.â He held the cocktail out to you as he joined the other side of you, âAnd for you, my brother. I made us something strong because youâll need your stamina tonight.â Jungkook gave Jimin a snarky smile when he leaned over to look at Jimin who was on your other side, âCheers.â He held his glass up to the two of you,
You and Jimin let out soft laughs, âCheers!â Three three of you said at the same time, glasses clinking together in perfect unison before you took long drinks, a pleased hummed of satisfaction leaving your lips as you tasted the perfect combination of tequila, grapefruit and lime. Jungkook just knew how much you loved your Palomas, didnât he.
âPerfect like always, babe. Strong though.â You noted to Jungkook, slowly moving through the water so that you were standing in front of him, freehand holding onto his forearm as you fit yourself against his body, lips leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his cheek, âThank you, baby.â You smiled, lips wrapping back around the straw of your drink to take another long sip. You felt the effect of the alcohol too quickly. The warm, fluttery feeling of liquor hitting and settling in your stomach. Making your face and body instantly feel hot.Â
He was going to get you drunk off one drink. You werenât a sloppy drunk in the slightest. But you definitely were a horny drunk. Jungkook knew what he was doing whenever he made your drinks. One sip and you could immediately feel it in your pussy. You should have known better than to leave him alone in the extensive liquor cabinet of this house. Taking another long sip out of the straw, you were already halfway through with it before you set the glass down onto the poolâs ledge, far away so that you wouldnât knock it over,Â
âAnything for you.â Jungkook meant it when he said it. Years of your relationship telling the tale that yes, he would do anything for you. He didnât even have to go into specifics. The shit you two have been through in the past was testament to the phrase âstanding in the fire next to you.âÂ
Smiling happily up at Jungkook you tiptoed up as far as you could reach and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips this time to which he responded happily to, the hand that didnât have his drink within it reaching up to cup your chin with his index finger and thumb. You kissed each other briefly. Lips lingering and the heat burning between the two of you.Â
The kiss didnât last longer than a second. Not wanting to display your utter obsession with each other in front of your guest. But it was enough for Jungkook to feel his heart skip a beat or two. You both could kiss each other until the end of time behind closed doors. Right now though, you were with company. You couldnât leave Jimin out, could you? Â
âAnd thank you, Jiminie.â You pulled away from Jungkook and made your way over to Jimin who welcomed you into his arms. Feeling Jungkookâs gaze on the both of you, you smiled to yourself. Knowing he was watching intently, âThank you for everything.â You hummed, making him place his drink down as you draped your arms over his shoulders then wrapped around his neck, bringing his face down to your height so that you could press a kiss against his lips, âThank you for being here.â You whispered cheekily to Jimin who smiled in response,Â
Jimin was quick to set his drink down and away as you made your way over to him. He practically chugged the thing anyways. Making a distasteful face after he swallowed the last bit of the mixed drink so strong and potent. Damn, Jungkook would be the greatest bartender in the world if he could. Jimin was already tipsy thanks to that cocktail. Welcoming you into his arms, Jimin broke out into a smile. His cheeks were already flushed from the booze and his body felt just the right amount of happy thanks to the liquid courage.Â
âOh.. donât you do that, princess.â Shaking his head in protest, Jiminâs arms slid around your waist, hands roaming to rest over your ass as he corrected you, âDonât you thank me for nothinâ.â He gazed into your eyes, a hand reaching up to move a wet strand of hair away from your face, âThank you for having me, pretty girl.â You smiled at him as you brought him into a kiss and Jimin welcomed your lips against his. Feeling no type of way over the fact that Jungkook was just inches away watching the two of you. Thatâs what your man liked anyways. Jimin had no problem giving him a show if thatâs what he wanted, âBeautiful little thing.â He mused against your mouth while you two kissed, the hand resting over your ass giving it a firm squeeze, âWith a nice ass too.â He complimented smugly, making your ass jiggle after he grabbed it, âFuck, I wanna put you on my tongue. Wanna taste you.â Jimin hissed quietly, making you laugh into the kiss,Â
Jungkook watched and listened intently to Jimin. Feeling the chub in his swimming shorts beginning to tent the harder he became. He could visualize the things Jimin wanted to do to you so clearly and seeing the thoughts infiltrate his head in perfect clarity made Jungkook dizzy, âWe can make that happen.â He interjected with a quick nod, his eyes turning to look at you as you pulled away from Jiminâs lips at his suggestion, âIf youâre ready, baby.â He raised a brow and you smiled happily, head nodding enthusiastically,Â
Jimin looked towards you for confirmation and you smiled knowingly, having been waiting in agony for this moment, you were beyond ready,Â
âAlways ready.â You mused, wading over to Jungkook whoâs big, strong hands grabbed hold of either side of your waist to hoist you out of the water and onto the ledge of the pool. You landed onto the ground with a loud, wet plop. A soft laugh leaving your excited lips from his display of strength, âHurry, Jimin.â You demanded, your body leaning back and legs spreading as Jimin moved to where you sat and helped you prop your feet along the ledge of the pool,Â
âWhoâs being impatient now?â Jimin teased, his hands resting along your inner thighs as he pushed them apart,Â
Jungkook hummed out at Jiminâs teasing and he clicked his tongue, âI wouldnât do that if I were you, brother.â A smile began to turn at the corners of his mouth, âDonât keep her waiting. She gets mean when she has to wait.â Jungkook commented with a nod, his eyes lingering on your wet skin dripping with water, âDonât you, baby?â He asked with a smirk along his lips and you ignored him,Â
You inhaled shakily, throwing Jungkook a look as he called you out for your impatience. Like it was your fault for being turned on by these two men with undeniable attractiveness, âI canât wait any longer.â You whispered breathlessly, âIâm so wet.â You announced, hips raising as you felt Jiminâs fingers hooking around your underwear to pull it down and off you, freeing your thighs from the wet material and letting it dangle carelessly from one of your ankles. The three of you too overcome with desire to bother taking it fully off you,
âYou donât have to wait anymore, angel. We got you.â Jimin hummed, lidded eyes staring up at your pretty face as he sank into the water between your thighs, âWeâll take care of you now.â He nodded and Jungkook made a noise of agreement with his friend as he propped himself up against the ledge of the pool closer to you. Empty drink glass in hand, you hardly noticed Jungkook too had downed his drink. Eager to start the show you guessed,
"Just trust us." Jungkook mused, leaning up to capture your lips into a kiss as Jiminâs own lips roamed along your inner thigh. Jiminâs hot breath fanned out over your skin. Over the sensitivity of your exposed clit. Over your wet entrance. You whined out desperately, legs twitching in anticipation as Jimin loomed over your leaking pussy, âRelax, mama. Youâre shaking.â Jungkook instructed you in between kisses, feeling you practically vibrate beside him in anticipation, âThatta girl.â He whispered when your body began to still, his lips serving as a form of comfort to calm you down when you started to grow impatient, âYou have to let Jimin enjoy this too, baby. Let him get a nice look at how beautiful you are. Heâs not like me, you know.â Jungkook cooed to you, âHe likes to take his time. Likes to worship.â Your man nodded, cupping your chin so that you could look only at him, âLikes to give you the princess treatment.â Jungkook hummed, licking into your mouth.Â
Your hands curled into the stoned ground below you, âYou know I hate being treated like a princess.â You could hear the pout in your voice, nails scratching over the bricked surface as you met Jungkookâs tongue with yours and tasted the strong liquor off his lips mixed with the faintest taste of cigarette smoke. He had smoked just before joining the two of you, you were sure of it, âBut fuck, youâre both so hot. I donât even care.â You whispered to Jungkook, catching his lower lip and pulling on his lip piercings with your teeth shamelessly before you broke away from him to let out a soft groan,
Feeling Jiminâs fingers brush over your entry, your entire body shivered, forcing you to pull away from Jungkook at the sudden feeling of intrusion happening between your thighs, âOh God.â You whispered, legs threatening to close and trap his head in your space. You were so sensitive and nothing even happened yet.Â
âYou really are dripping.â Jimin commented with a groan, his lips watering at the way your entrance glistened with your juices leaking out, âFuck, thatâs sexy.â He leaned in close to your folds, his breath blowing over your clit as he spoke.Â
You struggled to contain your composure. Not wanting to be mean like Jungkook mentioned but you were about to grab your friend by the head and grind on his face yourself if he didnât do anything soon, âGod.â Your voice hitched in you throat, feeling Jiminâs mouth kissing over your folds, âFuck, please.â You whispered, lips quivering as you glanced down to your friend mouthing over you,Â
Jungkookâs lips found their way to the side of your neck, âYou sure you donât want the princess treatment tonight, babe?â Jungkook snarked, âShe wants to be treated like a whore, I think.â He nodded to Jimin, âTell him, baby.â Jungkook smiled proudly, his face invading your space to press a soft kiss against your temple, lips trailing downwards to your cheek and jaw, âTell Jimin how well your man knows you.â He murmured against your skin, the cocky smile on his face never faltering,Â
âYes. Thatâs what I want.â You almost begged, âJungkook knows what I want.â You spoke as if you were entranced under a spell. Like a puppet. âHe knows what I like.â You nodded quickly, struggling to take a breath as you forced yourself to wait. Â
Jimin didnât tease you any further after that. He wasnât much of a tease anyways. Not like Jungkook who didnât give in to your pleading no matter how much you begged sometimes. Jimin wanted to give you anything you wanted and more. He wasnât hard to sway when it came to your moans.Â
With his lips pressing against your flesh, you sighed out in relief, almost bursting out with tears when you finally felt the soft suction of his lips attach against your clit to kiss it. âFuck.â Jimin cursed under his breath at the taste of you, body dipping down lower until he was sinking more into the water, his tongue flicking over your clit then dragging downwards to your entrance, his own lewd moan muffling against your body as he lapped up your wetness,Â
Your jaw locked tight, eyes staring up blindly at the dark sky above you as your head dropped backwards, âF-Fuck, fuck, fuck.â You kept the swears rolling, âHoly fuck.â You cursed the moon, the stars, the clouds and just about everything in between. With your eyes finally closing, you let out a soft whimper, your shaky hand reaching down between your thighs to press against the back of Jiminâs head, guiding him as he worked on you,Â
âYou sound so pretty.â Jungkook commented from beside you, clearly enjoying your reaction towards his friend, âSee what I mean when I told you every hyungâs different?â He mused as if you could even focus on his words, âThatâs why I want you to experience every unique thing my brothers have to offer.â Jungkook smiled, fingers moving your sopping wet hair away from your shoulders as he pressed heated kisses along your skin, teeth digging into the flesh along your neck and sucking the skin into his mouth,Â
Jungkook always knew Jimin was next on the list to fuck you and the years between when Taehyung did it first and now gave Jungkook enough time to calculate when would be the right time to ask Jimin. See, these things didnât just happen lickity split. Good things take time and Jungkook was never in a rush.Â
After all, it did once take Jungkook every ounce of courage he had to even share this fantasy with you. And when it came to sharing you with his friends, he needed to make sure they werenât just goofing around whenever any of them happened to mention wanting a night with you and him. When it came to Jimin though, Jungkook was very sure out of all his hyungs, he wanted you most. It was just a matter of playing the waiting game and biding his time before he could initiate anything. Lucky for him though, you mentioned taking a dip in the pool with Jimin on your own tonight. Making it easy for things to fall into place without Jungkook having to orchestrate anything.Â
Jungkook could tell Jimin wanted one change with you from the way his friend simply looked at you. He only needed to make sure Jimin wasnât all just talk because if he could recall correctly, the night Jungkook met you for the very first time at the club you worked years ago, Jimin did happen to be the one that noticed you first. However, when it came down to who was going to buy a dance from you that night, Jimin backed out at the last minute. Leaving Jungkook to have you for himself⌠just like now⌠All these years later. Oh how Jungkook wished he could bet fat bills on how much Jimin had kicked himself that night for missing his chance.Â
You were too busy to even acknowledge Jungkook whispering in your ear. Even though you could hear every word he said, nothing registered. Nothing stuck. You were too engrossed in the feelings of pleasure dancing along your skin in the form of tingles, âI know.â You moaned out to Jungkook, âYouâre all so..--â You squeaked a moan out when you felt Jiminâs tongue dip into you, losing your train of thought for a moment before you spoke again, âYouâre all so- fucking good to me.â You purred, fingers pulling on Jiminâs hair, hips starting to grind over his mouth and face as he fucked you with his tongue,Â
Jimin grunted in response to you when you began to grind over his face, âYeah, use me, love.â He pulled back to whisper between breaths, âUse my face.â He nodded with encouragement. Lips, mouth and face pressing back between your thighs, your clit grinding over his nose as his tongue dived back into you, lapping and sucking up your juices as if he had been without water for days,Â
âYesâŚâ You said the word maybe ten times already, âFuck yes.â Okay, maybe 11 now. You just couldnât articulate anything else to say. Your brain simply wouldnât let you process anything else except feeling the pure heaven coursing through your body at the moment. Especially when your clit ground over Jiminâs mouth. Or when the little flicks of his tongue moving up every now and then came to meet your clit as his tongue moved in and out of you. You were sensitive beyond belief. Feeling the clench in your abdomen. Feeling the pulsating of your clit. Feeling the rush of wetness soaking your entrance the more closer you got to your orgasm,Â
Jungkookâs lips moved leisurely over every inch of your body he could reach. From your jawline to your neck and all the way down to your shoulder. A large hand cupped over your breast to play with your sensitive nipple too. He was slow. Took his time. Not in any rush to do anything except soothe you with his kisses until he felt your focus begin to stray. You were getting close to the peak and Jungkook knew this one was going to take a lot of energy out of you. So what kind of partner would he be if he didnât help you get there even faster?Â
âDonât go.â You whined when you felt Jungkook start to slowly pull away from where he was kissing on your neck. His hand that was playing with your breasts moved to grip onto the poolâs ledge as he sunk himself into the water instead,Â
Jungkook simply kept his eyes on you as he lowered himself into the pool, âJust trust me.â He nodded, a coy smile on his lips when he joined Jimin between your thighs. He kept his gaze locked on yours, eyes lowering to a smoldering stare while his friend felt the motion in the pool and pulled away from your throbbing pussy to move to the side and make space for Jungkook to join him, your man leaning in and wasting not a single second further. He took hold of your foot barely holding your body upright, pressing a kiss against your inner ankle and then moving his lips along your calf. Letting you feel his lips rings roaming over your skin before he placed your foot back onto the ledge of the pool and finally settled with his face at your pussy, âFuckinâ soaking.â He cursed and then pressed his nose into your clit. In the way only he knew you liked. Making your eyes roll shut, mouth going slack and dropping open to let out a lewd moan,Â
âOh⌠oh shit.â You gasped, your feet that were propped up onto the ledge of the pool nearly slipped and set your leg into the water when you felt Jungkook take over from Jiminâs spot and dive in between your thighs, his tongue flattening immediately over your clit, drawing circles around the sensitive flesh while Jimin took a moment to catch his breath.Â
âShit, baby. Just like that.â You nodded, feeling your thighs begin to shake when his finger probed at your entrance, âYes, fuck me, please.â You begged, breath panting when he began to slide his middle finger into you, his lips pulling away from your clit only for him to spit right onto it, letting his saliva drip from your clit to your entrance then he leaned back in again, tongue rolling and gliding between your folds freely, finger angling upwards as it moved in you to touch your entire soul. Â
Your body moved on its own. Using whatever strength you had left to lift yourself a bit to meet Jungkookâs finger each time he pushed it into you, âThatâs my girl.â Jungkook husked as you lifted your hips and grounded yourself over his finger, âFuck yourself like that on my fingers, baby.â He hummed out proudly, âSheâs such a good girl, isnât she, Jimin?â He asked his friend who agreed. Their voices sounded so far away. And you were too fucked out to even hear them talking by now. You couldnât care less about anything else except chasing that sweet release you could feel building up anyways,Â
âMove over a bit, Kook.â You heard Jimin say and as shameless as Jimin was, he truly caught you off guard this time when he leaned down as well next to Jungkook. Going back to his previous position only this time, sharing the space with your man.Â
He didnât care. Jungkook didnât seem to either. They were both too drunk on lust to give a fuck that they were basically kissing each other as they both ate you out. And when Jiminâs tongue joined Jungkookâs? Taking over the spots that your man missed. His tongue flicking over your clit while Jungkook licked at your entrance the same time as he fingered you. You swore on your life this was the hottest thing you had ever experienced. So hot that the fucking feeling started to make you jolt and cry above them,Â
âFuck, Iâm- Iâm.. gonna cum.â You squeaked out, âNo, fuck, Iâm gonnaââ You actually started to cry now, feeling your stomachâs muscles contract and that familiar feeling of pleasure start to prick along your skin. Making you feel as though you were going to explode. And explode you would. âIâI- I think..â You couldnât speak anymore, your words getting stuck in your brain as you attempted to get their attention,Â
Jiminâs mouth moved from your clit to your inner thigh, letting Jungkook take over again so that he could talk you through your reaching orgasm, âCome on, angel.â Jimin urged you, his sleek brown eyes looking up at you as if he was begging, âWanna feel our slut cream all over us.â He hummed, lips tracing along your inner thigh and then he was helping Jungkook by reaching down and pushing his index finger into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his finger entering you. And then the realization that both men were fingering you hit you like a truck, making your hips writhe in pleasure, âJust like that, honey. Keep going.â Jimin instructed you when you began to rock your hips against their fingers inside of you. Two different fingers from two different men. The sensations were throwing you over the edge and suddenly you felt the impending doom named your orgasm suck you into a void,Â
â--Iâm gonna squirt!â You finally managed to get out. almost screaming in ecstasy but they ignored your warnings. Urging you to meet that climax as they swapped positions without you realizing, Jiminâs finger now pushing into you alone and Jungkookâs mouth now at your clit again. It was all too much and you couldnât hold back anymore. And with one, two, three more whines, you lost control. Squirting on the two men between your legs with a cry.Â
Tears leaked out of your eyes as you shook and shivered above them. Sobs of pure bliss leaving your lips as you gasped for air, âOh my god.â You cried, the orgasm shooting through your body and making you squeeze your eyes closed so tight you saw white behind them, âF-Fuck.. Fuck.â You continued, legs going limp and your chest heaving for air as your body worked through the orgasm. Your man and his friend didnât relent. They didnât move out of the way. Didnât duck and grimace at you for squirting. They fucking loved it. Only slowing their movements to help you through the climax, letting you ride it out on their faces, fingers and tongues. Each of them wanting to get a taste of you. Both battling to get a drink of the nectar that was you.Â
You felt like water. Flowing, free and intense.Â
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âLook at her. Little fucking slut.â Your man spoke through clenched teeth, his hand burying into your wet hair and holding your head still, âLet me fuck your mouth like that.â He kept you in place, hips rocking back and forth to make you swallow down his cock, âGood girl. Take it. Keep looking at me.â He commanded and you obliged willingly. The gloss in your eyes making you look as fucked out as ever while you looked up at your man,Â
You gagged on his length but Jungkook didnât have any worries about it. He always made you choke like that and you loved it. Loved the thought that tomorrow youâll wake up with a hoarse voice. Loved the tears welling up in your eyes and making your mascara run down your cheeks. You must have looked crazy. With your makeup smeared and tear stained cheeks. This is what you loved. To be used like this. To be completely at this manâs disposal. Only Jungkook could be like this with you. Only he could be this rough and this cruel. That was the difference between letting someone into your sex life. He made it known through the whole room who you belonged to and Jimin never tried to overstep that boundary.Â
âMmf.. Baby..â You gasped for air when Jungkook let you breathe, âYouâre so big. Making me choke.â You complimented him and saw the way his chest puffed up, all confident from your commentary. You knew how much he loved when you praised him, âFeels so good.â You hummed, lips lazily dragging along his length, your tongue tracing the curve of his cock before you wrapped your lips around him again,Â
âDonât forget about Jimin, baby. Youâre slowing down.â He tsked between moans and you whimpered with his length in your mouth. Eyes shutting and a tear leaking out of your eye as he continued to guide your lips along his cock.Â
After the earth shattering orgasm you had at the poolside, the guys needed to help you back into the house. You couldnât keep yourself sitting upright after that and they decided it was best to continue in the bedroom. They were sweet and attentive. Making sure you drank some water. Making sure you were okay to keep going and then helping you into the room like the gentleman they were but pushing you onto the softness of the bed and letting you charge up as they slipped out of their swimming shorts.Â
You only needed a second to recuperate. To get your legs that felt as though they were stuck in a permanent jello-like state to come back to life. And then you were back at it. Begging for the two of them to put their dicks in your face. So here you are now. On your knees at the edge of the bed while Jungkook and Jimin stood in front of you, your lips wrapped expertly around the length of your manâs cock and your hand wrapped around Jiminâs own. Sucking your man off and pumping his friend at the same time. Switching between them after taking a breath and then continuing the motion all over again. Making everyone in the room sigh out and fill the place with pleasurable noises. You thought your manâs moans were sexy but the two of them together? Oh, you were doomed.Â
âSheâs so good.â Jimin was fighting to control the weak moans leaving his lips, âLove this pretty mouth.â He whispered to you, a gentle palm caressing over your cheek, âSuch a good fucking slut.â He spat the words out to you despite touching you so gently.Â
That was such a Jimin thing, wasnât it? Being soft spoken and sweet but also being filthier than anything. It made you want to do more. To go deeper. And so you did. Your hand around Jungkookâs cock twisting while your thumb rubbed over the tip of him, a silent reminder that you would never forget about your man even though you had Jiminâs length down your throat. It was easier to deep throat Jimin anyways and you knew Jungkook knew that. It wasnât as though he was smaller. Size never mattered anyways. He just wasnât as girthy as your man. He was the perfect size and made it easy for you to gag and choke on him without feeling as though you were about to die the way Jungkookâs length would make you do,Â
With your lips running over the length of Jiminâs cock, your tongue moved along the underside of him, sucking over the veins pulsating and then you were letting the tip of your tongue flick over the head of his cock, lapping at the precum beading at the tip, âShit.â You moaned at the taste of him, âTastes so good.â You whispered to Jimin, reaching up to stroke him as you pulled away,Â
âI want both of you in me.â You whispered with tears on your lashes, âRaw.â Your hope filled eyes stared up at the faces of the two men in front of you as you panted for air and without a second thought, the two of them were climbing onto the bed, Jungkook's firm hand at your shoulder pushing you backwards so that you were on your back,
Jungkook was the only one thatâs ever fucked you raw. He wasnât too keen on letting anyone inside of you without protection. But tonight, he was feeling generous. âYou know I donât always agree to that.â He grunted, âBut youâre being such a good girl.â He nodded towards his friend, âAnd Iâm makinâ an exception because itâs Jimin.â Jungkook hummed out low, leaning over the edge of the bed towards the nightstand where he kept a bottle of lube just for moments like this, âOn your knees, baby. Gotta prep you for me.â Jungkook commanded and you were already springing into action, a permanent smile on your lips as you rolled over,Â
âLay down, handsome.â You beckoned Jimin to lay in the spot you were just in, guiding him with your hands on his shoulders as he collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted grunt, âTired already?â You pouted at Jimin who only laughed, his hands at your waist to help you as you climbed over onto him and planted your bare body into his lap,Â
âYou tire me out, yes.â He confessed, voice low and deep with desire, âBut thatâs good. Means Iâm working overtime for you.â Jimin smiled up at you and you let out a giggle, your hands resting along his chest before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his lips,Â
Smiling triumphantly into the kiss you shared with Jimin, your lips moved lazily against each other for a moment before you began to pull away, your hand resting at the base of his throat as you sat up, âRest now. Iâll do the work.â You nodded, giving his throat a squeeze that made Jiminâs eyes flutter from the feeling, âOh.â You moaned after scooting yourself back a bit so that your pussy was pressing down on his rock hard length. You rocked your hips, gliding your clit over his length and shivering from the feeling. You were still too sensitive down there. Too sensitive to give your clit any attention for now.Â
Jungkook took a seat on the side of the bed in front of you and next to Jimin, lube bottle in hand as he observed you and his friend with intent in his eyes, âActually, I wanna watch for a bit.â He mused, a smirk playing on his lips, âIâll join when youâre ready for me.â Jungkook nodded to you, an encouraging smile on his face although his dick was throbbing in agony for release.Â
This moment was more important than his own self. Your moment and satisfaction was important to him and Jungkook knew how bad you wanted someone inside of you. He knew putting his cock inside of your ass right away would be too much for you and so, he decided to wait. To watch and wait until you were in pure bliss.Â
Lost in Jungkookâs eyes as he spoke, you felt yourself getting warped into his stare. That endless deep sea of chocolate coloured eyes made you feel as though you were the only person in the room. As if he could see right into your soul. This whole time you had been on a high. A high you didnât want to come down from. Your body moved on its own through it all. Feeling the slick between your thighs from your own mess. Letting yourself chase hungrily after the attention these men gave you. Your mind was in a different state. A state that made you possessed with lust. You felt as though you were in an alternate reality. As if this wasnât really you. But one look at Jungkook. One look at him reminded you that this was very real. This was happening. The realization made you begin to tremble with excitement and you smiled knowingly at him. Knowingly because you knew he felt it too,Â
âWhenever youâre ready, princess.â Jimin cooed and you nodded, wasting no more time, you took a deep breath and lifted yourself up. With the help of Jimin, he took you by the hip with one hand and reached down between your legs with his freehand, making his cock press into your entrance. His teeth clamped down shut feeling the heat of his dick pushing at your entry, âFuck.â He grunted under his breath and you moved his hand away from his length as you positioned yourself above him on your own, grazing your folds over the tip of his cock before you slowly let him insert himself into you,Â
Your head dropped back at that. Teeth trapping over your lower lip and biting down onto the flesh as you lulled your head to the side and gasped, eyes fluttering as you listened to the wet sounds your body made as you sunk down onto him, âShâShit.â You stuttered, a hand holding over your breast while the other rested along Jiminâs abdomen, long acrylic nails digging into his skin. You could feel yourself being stretched open by him. Could feel the twitch and throb of his cock filling you up. Your legs quaked, the all too familiar feeling of jelly coming back into them as the stimulation of his length inside of you made you shake, âSo big.â You breathed out, feeling the curve of himself in you as you sat down on his cock, your hips rocking to help you adjust yourself to his size,
Jimin stared wordlessly as he watched the way your pussy swallowed his dick up, âSheâs so tight.â He blurted, head shaking in dismay because after all that creaming and squirting, you were still putting his length in a vice grip, âOof.â He husked out breathlessly, eyes looking up at your face as you began to rock your hips against him, âYou okay, princess?â He asked, hands resting over your thighs and giving them a squeeze, âMove whenever youâre ready. Donât force yourself.â He was so sweet.Â
Jungkook on the other hand was in another world. Getting a full view of yourself lowering onto his friendâs cock shouldnât have made his dick twitch the way it did. The painful throb in his length returned to slap him in the face and bring him back to reality as he watched on with hungry eyes.Â
This part of being a cuck was always the worst. Having to watch and feel himself slip into his delusions. Having to sit and just⌠watch. Watch the way you stretch out onto someone elseâs dick. Desperate whines leaving your lips as you forced yourself to take it all. It was agonizing having to keep his hands to himself. How could a person that yelled about someone separating perilla leaves for you have a kink like this? Was it weird to be a jealous person by nature but also love to see your girl get fucked by his mates? Questions like this plagued Jungkookâs mind but he didnât even want to try and figure it out. This is what Jungkook liked. This is what Jungkook wanted.Â
âOh, Jimin.â The way you said your friendâs name made Jungkook focus. His gaze growing dark and desperate as you began to move. Hips rocking side to side for you to find the right angle and then you were bouncing. Lifting yourself up and pushing back down. Making his friend fill you up with his cock each time.Â
Jimin watched you with a slack jaw, one hand resting over your thigh and the other hanging onto your waist, guiding you up and down on his length with his hand squeezing over your skin. He closed his eyes briefly. Just for a moment. Taking the second to relish in the feeling. The feeling of your walls closing around him each time you sank down on his cock. The feeling of your warmth and tightness taking more of him each time you bounced, his lips letting out deep grunts as your skin slapped against each other, âJungkook, you lucky fuck.â He cursed between breaths, eyes opening to glance over to his friend at his side, âNo wonder you stay buying her a new car every. fucking. month.â He grunted the last three words out in time with you bouncing on him, âNo wonder she has her own black card.â He hissed out, head dropping back against the pillow under him,,Â
Jungkook's lips involuntarily spread into a proud smile and he nodded, âAnything she wants. She gets.â He confirmed, âNothing is too much when sheâs bouncing on me like that. She could make me do anything she wants.â He started to chuckle, eyes on the way your breasts bounced along with your movements,Â
The two friends spoke about you as if you werenât in the room and it made you start to giggle at their honesty, âS-SâŚSounds like youâreâ ah,â You moaned, âLike youâre enjoying yourselves.â You whispered out quickly, slowing your movements so that you were grinding over Jimin with his dick in you, âFuck, I could cum from this.â You purred, âYou feel so fucking good in me.â You gazed down at your friend, taking your hands within your own and bringing them to your chest, âTouch me.â You instructed him, your waist rocking in a way that made his length rub against that spot deep inside of you that made you see stars, âFuck me.â You continued, making him raise his hips to fuck into you as you stilled yourself from moving,Â
Jimin did as told. Hands cupping over your breasts and massaging over them as he gnawed over his lip, âI wonât last if you keep doing this.â He confessed, âIâm gonna nut so fucking quick.â He shook his head, fingers tweaking over your nipples and making your head drop back as you moaned. Planting his feet down onto the bed, he used the mattress as momentum to raise his hips and begin to thrust up into you at your command, hands dropping to rest over your ass, palms squeezing and making your ass clap as he pushed himself into you, âLike that?â He husked out, your body leaning down towards his chest as he held you close to him,
âHarder.â You commanded⌠demanded.Â
And harder he went. Holding you in place as he began to thrust with more force up into you, making your body jolt and shake from the feeling. He used the strength in his thick ass thighs to pound into you, making you entire world flip upside down as you moaned into his shoulder, your face burying into his neck and hands gripping over his shoulder, âFuck yes, harder. Harder.â You whimpered into his skin, teeth grazing over his flesh and digging into him, leaving indents of your teeth on his neck,Â
âDamn.â You heard Jungkook breathe out and he shifted with discomfort next to the two of you. He was dying at this point. The tip of his dick pooling with precum and his fists balling into the sheets of the bed, gripping over the material and trying not to rip into it as the agonizing pain in his angry cock started to make him dizzy, âYouâre driving me fucking crazy.â He grunted, making your eyes flash open so that you could look at him,Â
âKooâŚâ You groaned your manâs name while Jimin continued, making Jungkookâs head snap up like a dog hearing its owner at the sound of his name dripping out of your lips like sweet honey, âI need you now.â You nodded fast, âNeed you inside me too, baby.â You could feel Jiminâs cock throbbing inside of you and you knew he wasnât lying when he said he was close. But he felt so good. You didnât want it to end, âDonât you cum yet, Jiminie.â You begged, âNot yet.â You hummed out although your hips kept moving to meet his thrusts, âI-...â You felt your stomach start to clench and shook your head, trying to focus on anything except climaxing, âI want you, Koo.â You breathed out through your nose and Jungkook stood up all too quickly at your statement, snatching the bottle of lube off the bed with a grunt,Â
âIâm here, mama.âÂ
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With teeth gritting, Jungkook heaved a breath. Barely making an inch into you before you were already trying to push back against him, your ass moving with fervor. Needing more of him before he was even fully inside of you. The feeling was indescribable. The bed he knelt on felt like a plank under him although the mattress was softer than anything. The weight of his body felt dull and heavy. Your body felt so far away. Jungkookâs mind was spinning. Losing oxygen in his lungs because he was holding his breath. This action wasnât all that new to your relationship. Anal. But this position was entirely new. Double penetration.Â
Jungkook wasnât even sure you would be able to handle it. He clearly underestimated you with the way you were searching for more feeling from him even with having his friendâs cock deep inside of you already, âEasy, babyâ Jungkookâs hand pressed at your lower back, âDonât wanna hurt you.â His jaw flexed while his hand on your back snaked its way up to grip onto your hair, pulling the locks into his fist while the other hand slowly guided his cock into you.Â
Using the width of Jiminâs chest, you placed your palms down onto him to keep yourself from falling forward. You used him for some much needed support as you attempted to relax. Stray pieces of your hair were stuck to your forehead that was dotted with sweat. Your back glistening with perspiration too. You were exhausted and your body was working overtime to accommodate the width of your manâs cock inside of you. The initial stretch hurt as he pushed the head of dick pass the ring of muscles in your ass. Feeling as though he might split you in two but you were stronger than Jungkook knew. You could take him and that you were sure of.
âH..Hah..â You whimpered, The squelching noise of lubricant filling the room with your quiet groans as your man pushed the tip of his dick against your ass. Even though he had prepped you for as long as you could hold off for, the pressure was still borderline unbearable. And here you thought Jimin stretching your pussy apart was too much. But your manâs cock so wide and girthy as it was, had the pleasure rushing up your back and fanning out across your shoulders, taking the life out of you, âH-Hi.â You managed to breathe out as you came close to Jiminâs face, your lips ghosting over his own as you looked into his eyes,Â
âHi, honey.â Jimin started to smile, âYou okay, princess?â He whispered to you, his dick inside you still raging hard even though you were no longer bouncing on him, âBreathe.â He instructed you, fingertips reaching up to brush the tear trailing out of your eye away, âTry to relax, okay? Itâll feel better soon.â He cooed, his head leaning up to press an airy kiss against your lips, âThe calmer you are the easier it is for Jungkook to fit. Donât you want to feel good?â He smiled as you nodded through shaky breaths while you kissed each other, âGood girl. Almost there.â He hummed out softly into your mouth, his voice sweet and calming. Making it just a smidge more easier for you to relax.Â
Thankful for his friendâs encouragement to you, Jungkook was able to push more of his length into you. He couldnât even speak or offer calming words himself because he had his teeth digging into his lower lip. Trying to refrain from hissing out from the way your ass hugged his cock so tight and perfect. You both werenât avid anal doers mostly because the prep work was far too time consuming for two people who liked to get down and dirty fast. But whenever the special occasion did arise, it was always a good time. âBeautiful.â Jungkook finally whispered, the last of his length sliding all the way into you, making your back arch and mouth hang open as a muffled moan left your lips and got swallowed by Jiminâs mouth. Jungkook's hand in your hair gave the locks a firm tug, âReady when you are, mama.â He exhaled, freehand coming up to wipe the sweat from his neck,Â
Jimin was right. The more pliant you became, the quicker it was for your body to open up to Jungkook and welcome his size into you. It wasnât easy though. Not even with three fingers inside of you could prepare just how big Jungkook felt. You swore you could feel even the veins on his length inside of you. Rubbing against your walls and filling you up in ways that will definitely give you a wobble in your step tomorrow.Â
You sighed out with a satisfied groan, your lungs feeling easier to breathe now that he was finally all the way in. There was truly nothing better than feeling the man of your dreams filling you up in the way Jungkook could. It was like he was made for you alone, âM..Move, baby.â You nodded, pulling away from Jiminâs lips to brace yourself for what was coming,Â
With one thrust as a test, Jungkook moaned out under his breath, his head shaking as it dropped back to look at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a second. Thanking God for blessing him by bringing a woman like you into his life. Dude didnât even believe in religion but you had him praying anyway. âShit.â He bit the inside of his cheek and then made one more thrust, his friend underneath you aiming his hips up right after Jungkookâs thrust to push into you himself.Â
The shock of electricity that shot through your veins almost knocked the wind out of you. You gasped out loud. Nails clawing into Jiminâs chest, your hand wrapping around his throat to hold onto him as they took turns thrusting into you. Jungkook made the first and Jimin followed. You were thankful for them being careful. The two of them being the more level headed ones out of the three of you. It wasn't your fault that you were so cock hungry for these two men. The things they did to you just had you wanting to be the greatest slut for them. Still, you were grateful for their attentiveness. Grateful that they took their time. Choosing your comfort and pleasure before their own. Now, thanks to all the prep and patience, the feeling of having both your holes filled made you think as though you were dying and coming back to life again. With each thrust the two friends made, the pitch of your voice grew higher. Turning into squeaks and pleas for more.Â
Dancers were always quick to find rhythm when music played. Jungkook and Jimin were no different in the bedroom. They followed the beat of your body perfectly. With their eyes trained on you. Reading your body language and following after you like two hungry animals. They chased the feeling. Thrusting deeper, harder and faster when you asked. You begged them to use you. To do whatever they wanted as long as they both released into you. You were nothing but a vessel now. The only thing you needed to do was hold yourself up and let yourself feel. They put in all the work. Cooing to you and telling you did such a good job being a slut just for them.Â
âHarder.â You mewled out, âMake me hurt.â Tears pricked your eyes and you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat. A sob of ecstasy threatening to break free from your lips. You didnât want to walk tomorrow. You wanted to wake up tomorrow and be sore all over. Thatâs what you craved every time and right now was no different. You wanted a reminder every time you sat down. Every time you walked. Every time you bent. With both your men obliging to your requests, you could feel yourself desperately searching for that sweet spot your body craved to experience the most. You didnât dare touch your clit. Knowing that stimulation paired with the rest would definitely send you over the edge. You didnât even know if you could after the ravaging it went through by the pool. Instead, you let the seconds tick on. Let the minutes progress while you pushed back against Jungkook and pressed down on Jimin, hips circling as you yearned to feel the tips of their dicks so deep inside of you hitting the perfect spots.Â
âCan you take it?â Jungkook grunted to you between thrusts, his hand fisting tighter into your hair and giving it a nice, harsh pull, âTalk to me, baby. Tell me how you feel.âÂ
âYeaââ You tried to speak, knowing your man loved to hear you, âYesâŚâ I can take it, baby.â You nodded, your forehead resting against the center of Jiminâs chest, âFeels soâ fucking good. Both of you.â You whimpered the words out, hearing your friend laugh under you,Â
âSuch a sweet girl.â Jimin cooed into your ear, hands roaming over your waist as he pushed himself upwards into you, âCanât wait to bust inside you.â He nearly growled the words out. Making your skin start to burn at the sound of his voice. The gentle, soft octave no longer existed. Jiminâs voice was raw with desire. Low rumbles leaving his chest each time he spoke, âGonna fill this pretty pussy up.â He continued, the rhythm of his flow starting to lose momentum as he grew closer and closer to release,Â
Jungkook grunted in response, freehand giving your ass a slap to make it bounce against his length, âBaby, this ass is looking like a masterpiece.â His Busan accent was making its feature the more drunk with pleasure he got and usually, the more turned on Jungkook got, the more unhinged his thoughts became as well, âWish you could see this, Jimin-ssi. Maybeââ He took a pause to catch his breath, â--Maybe next time we can switch.â Jungkook huffed, chest rising and falling with every breath he took, his sweat trickling from his neck to slide between his pecs, âHow do you want me, babe? On your back or inside you?â His hand that rested on your ass roamed up your sweaty back to grip onto your shoulder, a firm tattooed hand grabbing over your skin and leaving a trail of fire along your back wherever he touched, âTell your Koo what you want.â He spoke between thrusts,Â
You pondered Jungkookâs question but your mind ran a blank each time you tried to come up with an answer. How did he expect you to respond with his dick ramming into you like this? Having him nut inside you would be a real mess to clean up and you knew youâd be sitting in the shower for a long time to get clean after. But the feeling. Fuck, the feeling of having both these men releasing inside of your holes had you answering without a second thought, âIn me.â You pleaded, âWant you to cum inside me.âÂ
And there it was. The moment you had been craving the most. Your soul left your body at the unexpected feeling from Jungkookâs new angle. The force of him using your shoulder as support while he drove his length into you made Jimin raise his hips higher to compete with his friendâs thrusts. Your friend pressed into your g-spot. The curve of his dick pushing at it and making you start to tremble. Your walls closed around Jiminâs cock and your throat went dry. Unable to tell your men that you were going to cum. They knew anyways. Knew your body by now. Knew that when you seized up and your legs began to shake meant you were hitting that peak. Only now it was more intense than ever. With the added sensation of your man in your ass, you could only hide your face into Jiminâs sweat slicked chest and cry out pleas for them not to stop.Â
You died. You had to. Died and came back to life. Or as the french would call it, la petite mort. You had to put this shit on the top 10 climaxes of your life thatâs for sure.Â
You collapsed onto Jimin with your arms giving out but he caught you and held on, arms snaking around your body and hushing your babbling with soothing words although his hands that rested over your ass, started spreading your cheeks wider for Jungkook to keep thrusting, âThatâs our girl.â He coaxed the orgasm out of you, âDo what you need. Hurt me, I donât give a fuck.â He hummed out as you bit over his collar, your nails scraping down his chest to his abs.Â
The sensation of you creaming on his length made Jiminâs breath begin to accelerate. Your walls gripping around the base of his cock and trapping him inside of you. His mouth began to water. And he could feel how sweaty he was. The realization that he was close made him more aware of his surroundings now but he couldnât do anything to stop it. His stomach clenched and filled with heat. His dick twitching and while you rocked your hips to ride the climax out, Jimin knew at that moment he was done for.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum.â Jimin announced, making Jungkook snicker out from behind you, âShut up.â He spat to Jungkook who, although he couldnât see, knew had a stupidly cocky grin along his lips.Â
You begged for him to cum inside of you and Jimin didnât need to be told twice. Making one, two more thrusts and then he stilled, head dropping with a thud against the pillow under his head as he released into you. His cum shooting right up inside of you and filling you up. He let out a deep moan, groaning your name lewdly as he held you up and thrust himself into you while you mustered strength to meet his thrusts, helping him to ride the release out the same way he helped you, âDonât pull out.â You whispered to Jimin, soft fingertips gliding over his rosy cheeks as you pressed your forehead against his, âStay inside me until Jungkook finishes.âÂ
Listening to you begging Jimin to cockwarm you made Jungkook delirious. He wished so badly to be a fly on the wall just to watch the scene unfolding. But his own view wasnât too shabby if he had to say so himself. âFuck, Iâm dying.â He groaned, sweat dripping from his hair and making him feel sticky. He didnât care. No one did. That was the beauty of sex. You both liked it nasty. Like it sweaty. After all, thatâs what showers were for, right?Â
And for all that laughing Jungkook was doing at his friend earlier, he shut up immediately when he felt his own balls start to swell with the need to release. Hearing your cute little whines and cries from the sensitivity of your orgasm and his friend nutting inside you was enough to push Jungkook towards the end. His lips pressed together tight, hips stuttering for a moment and then he was pushing you downwards, raising your ass and pinning you against Jimin,Â
âFuck.â He cursed out loud and you beckoned him to fill you up, your hand weakly reaching behind you to grab over your ass cheek, spreading yourself and backing up to reach his pelvis, âStay that way.â He instructed you to which you had no problem obliging, âFuck, like that.â Jungkook nodded with a breathless whisper as you backed up on him, making his cock burying deep inside of you, âShit, babeââ Was the last thing he said and then he was spilling into you. The obscene sounds of his groans, his cum shot and the lube noises were filthy. So sexy.Â
The release made Jungkook dizzy. The pressure made the blood rush to his head and caused him almost to lose balance for a moment. He pressed his face into your back as he came, lips and tongue trailing up your spine. Swiping the sweat on your back away with the tip of his tongue and then he was sinking his teeth into your flesh, body quivering and moans muffled against your body while he rode it out. Rode it out until the head of his cock tingled with sensitivity. And then he was pulling out of you, leaning back and holding your ass apart to watch his cum start to trickle out of you,Â
âFuck, thatâs gorgeous.â He groaned, letting you go as the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion took over at once, âCome here, my love.â He called out to you, collapsing onto the bed next to Jimin with a huff. He pushed a hand through the sweat soaked hair on top of his head, fixing the disheveled mess and running his fingers through the locks to get it out of his face, âYou alright, baby?â Jungkook questioned you, tired eyes inspecting over your face to ensure that you were okay,Â
Weakly, you peeled yourself off Jimin. A small whine leaving your lips as you pulled your body off from where his cock stayed nice and snug inside of you. Clenching your walls to keep his cum inside of you, you scrambled over to Jungkook and curled up on your side between the two men and let Jungkook pull you into his arms as he glanced over to Jimin, âYou good too?â He asked his friend and Jimin nodded limply, eyes glazed and fucked out as he turned over to face the two of you, his hand reaching over to trail over your waist,Â
The two friends exchanged a look. One of⌠appreciation. One of⌠thankfulness. And one of⌠never to mention this interaction to anyone. Not in fear of judgment but in fear that the otherâs would grow jealous because there was no chance in hell they wouldnât feel some type of way knowing something fucking intense and exhilarating as this took place. Â
âThat was amazing.â Jimin commented with a tired sigh and he leaned over, moving your hair away to press a kiss against your shoulder. He lingered over your body for a few moments. Face pressing and nosing over your skin before he reached down towards the blankets half hanging off the mattress, his form sliding out of the bed as he pulled the sheets over your body to cover you up, âIâll go shower first. You two get your rest.â He announced and Jungkook nodded, eyes on his friendâs back as he exited the bedroom on wobbly legs,Â
âDonât fall asleep, mama. You gotta shower.â Jungkook hummed out low, arms sliding around your sticky body and bringing you against his chest, âNeed anything?â He asked, fingers moving freely through your hair and wrapping the locks that stuck to your back around his wrist and away from your skin in effort to cool your body down, âWant some water?âÂ
Sleep was all you craved now. Your body feeling as if it werenât connected to your head anymore. As far as you knew, you were already asleep. The daze of getting plowed into by two men making your eyelids heavy. âNot sleeping.â You mumbled and pushed your face into the crook of Jungkookâs neck and shoulder, eyes closing in bliss. You were quiet as Jimin left the room, a longing to have him stay making you want to tell him to wait but the need to be glued to Jungkookâs side was stronger, âJust need you.â A soft whisper mumbled into your manâs skin, âWas I good?â You asked, lifting your head slowly to peek at him.Â
Hearing the shower in the bathroom turn on in the distance, the noises of water falling made Jungkook sleepy himself. He had his eyes closed, an arm resting behind his head as he laid on his back, soft tufts of air leaving his lips as his breathing stilled, âMore than good.â He opened an eye and glanced over to you when he felt your gaze on him, âYou were perfect, baby.â He nodded, turning a bit so that he was facing you now and coming closer, his arm snaking around your waist, âDid you ever doubt yourself?â He started to smile, eyes wrinkling cutely and his teeth spreading into a blissful smile, âI never doubted you for a minute.â He nodded, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, âThank you for doing this.âÂ
You leaned into Jungkookâs embrace, eyelashes fluttering as you nuzzled his palm with your cheek. Feeling the warmth of his love radiating through his skin and transferring to yours. Sinking into your flesh and injecting into your veins like the finest drug in the world,, âI love you.â You hummed quietly, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips, âThank you.â You smiled more, âCan you shower with me?â You asked, eyes rounding into your signature puppy-eyed look because you knew if your pussy couldnât make you get your way (which it did all the time, donât kid yourself), this look would make Jungkook fold in seconds,Â
Jungkook began to laugh, starting to sit up a bit as he nodded, âBaby, I donât even think you could walk right now. Let alone stand in the shower by yourself.â He joked, âCan you even feel your legs?â Your goofball of a man was back and it made you roll your eyes tiredly, âOf course weâre showering together. Jimin can change the bedsheets.â He smiled triumphantly,Â
âHeyâ I heard that.â Jimin grumbled as he made his way back into the bedroom after his shower, hair sopped wet from and dripping down his shoulders as he walked into the room with his towel wrapped around his waist, âYouâre making us breakfast in the morning if I have to change the sheets..â He declared, arms folding confidently over his chest as he stood before the two of you,Â
âDeal.â Jungkook agreed with a beam, âIâll make sure to cook you a nice, hearty breakfast if you do us this favor.â He nodded enthusiastically, grateful for his friend to help with the chore of stripping the bed. It was the least Jimin could do from the way he sweat right through the sheets anyways, âNow help me get our girl to the shower.âÂ
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Feeling soft lips roaming over the side of your neck made you stir in your sleep. A tired hum leaving your mouth while you felt the pair of lips kiss against your collar bone then your shoulder and finally over your bare chest, âMm⌠Baby, itâs too early.â You thought it was Jungkook bugging your ass for some early morning loving, âTomorrow, please.â You grumbled tiredly, âYou almost broke me yesterday. I need a day to recover.â Your voice was laced with sleep but the kisses continued, a sweet laugh coming from your side that did not sound like your manâs.Â
âJungkook?â You questioned, still in a sleepy daze but slowly realizing that the kisses being placed on your skin were not from him at all. The lip rings you always felt pressing into you were missing.Â
At that, your eyes slowly fluttered open and you peeked to your side. Not feeling an urgency to panic over who the mystery person was because you knew in this house, you were safe no matter what, âOh..â A tired smile formed along your lips as Jimin greeted you, âMorning, Mimi.â You slowly turned onto your side to face him, your cheek smushing into the pillow under your head, âI thought you were Koo.â You murmured apologetically, leaning into his palm as he reached over and caressed along your cheek,Â
He was already fully dressed for the day and sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. Wearing a loose sweater that covered his hands and a pair of lounge shorts, âMorning, princess.â He smiled at you, bare skin rosy and fresh from his shower and hair falling delicately around his face, âJungkook told me I could wake you up. Heâs making something for you to eat downstairs.â Jimin chirped, âI already ate. It was really delicious.â He tapped over his stomach with his freehand, his fingertips stroking along your cheek now moving to run over your back, his adorable crooked tooth appearing as he smiled wider, âDid you have a nice sleep?â He rubbed over your back, warm palms against your bare skin starting to wake you up,Â
âI slept like a log.â You let out a soft giggle, rubbing your face against the pillow as you blinked away sleep, âPassed out after showering and didnât move an inch until now.â You nodded, feeling more alert and awake now when you recollected the memories of the prior eveningâs activities, âI had a lot of fun last night.â You started to smile at Jimin, beginning to sit up.Â
You felt the ache in your muscles as you collected the blanket draped over your naked form and hiked it from where it was wrapped around your waist to your chest now. The pain in your body was a silent reminder of how eventful your night really was. Your whole body hurt like a bitch but it was a nice hurt. It was a dull sore in your back. In your shoulders. Your chest. Your ass. Your knees and even your thighs. You felt refreshed if you had to be honest. You know the feeling of having a really good workout? That.Â
âWhat about you?â You asked, covering your body with the duvet and wrapping yourself in its softness, âDid you sleep well?âÂ
âI slept like a baby.â Jimin began to chuckle, âBut I have to get ready for my flight soon.â He grumbled as if he didnât want to leave, âIâm going to be thinking about you guys for the entire flight.â He joked but you knew he was telling the truth, âActually, I wanted to ask you something.â Jimin looked towards the door as if he was hoping Jungkook would come upstairs and help him through what his question. He hesitated for a moment and you quirked a brow, wanting to ask him to just spit it out, âWellâŚâ He sighed, giving you a sheepish look, âI wanted to askââÂ
âDo you wanna go with him to Japan?â Jungkook interrupted from the doorway, his smile radiating into the room from the door. He too was looking refreshed and clean. The sweaty hair that was stuck to his forehead last night was no longer there. Only soft, bouncy locks draped around his face like luscious curtains now.Â
Damn, how long have you been sleeping? What time was it?Â
âI mean, do you want us to go to Japan with him.â Jungkook was heavy on the us because even though he had let his friend have his way with you last night, he wasnât about to just let Jimin whisk you away into his arms and disappear to a different country. No, sir. He had his fantasies, yes but this wasnât about to turn into a regular occurrence⌠unless you wanted it to, of course.Â
You looked at Jungkook with shock on your face and then at Jimin, your head shaking in disbelief, âWhaâ why?â You asked, âWhat are we gonna do there?â You began to question them even though you were already thinking of what outfits you needed to pack. Where were those cute sneakers Jungkook just bought you? You would definitely be needing them for all of the cute themed cafes youâd be dragging the boys to. Your mind began to wander and you almost didnât hear Jungkook speaking as he walked further into the room,Â
âEat. Drink. Sightsee.â Jungkook hummed, a steaming cup of tea in his hands as he sunk onto the bed with one knee, placing the cup down onto the nightstand next to you before he took a seat, arms wrapping around you to pull you into his warm embrace, âWhat else do people do in a different country, silly.â He snickered at your questions, fingers moving up to smooth your bed head away and fix the tousled locks that were sticking up around your head, âItâs a little last minute but I figured that we could use the getaway and Jimin could use the company, right?â He looked at Jimin who nodded eagerly,Â
âEating ramen alone in the middle of the night just isnât fun anymore.â Your friend drooped sadly, his puppy-kitty like eyes swallowing you up as he gave you a convincing stare, âIt sure would be nice to go on a trip with my friends.âÂ
You weighed the pros and cons in your head. Pros⌠it was fucking Japan. Cons⌠the flight was leaving tonight. You had to pack and prepare! These goofs really thought they could give you such short notice? Ah, fuck it. âI mean⌠it is quite lonely eating ramen alone. You have a point there.â You reached for the cup of tea Jungkook had brought you and blew on the liquid as you brought it to your lips, feeling your stomach grumble as the appetite opening smell of the herbal tea wafted to your nose, âWait⌠can I eat first?â You pouted, âOkay yes, fine. Yes, but I need to go home and pack too. Fuck, whereâs my passport?â You looked at Jungkook as he began to laugh, his shoulders shaking when he chuckled at you, âWhat?âÂ
âCan I eat first.â He repeated after you, âThatâs the first thing she asksâŚâ He snorted, shaking his head, âOf course you can, baby.âÂ
âAnd one more thing.â You gave the two of them a deadpan look after you took a sip of your tea, the two both equally looked at you with curiosity, âWe do whatever we did last night again.â You nodded and both Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a glance between each other. One of disbelief. Shock andâŚ. Interest.Â
âFuck yes.â Both Jimin and Jungkook blurted at the same time, making you smile coyly.Â
âWho else has a free schedule?â You suddenly asked, âMaybe⌠someone else wants to join.â You werenât even sure of what you were asking, hoping the two men in front of you could catch your hint, âLike you said⌠eating ramen alone just isnât fun.â You gave Jimin a smile at the hidden meaning of what you were saying and Jungkook hummed out lowly,Â
âNamjoon said heâs free.â Your man announced, fingers tapping over his phone quickly, âJust asked him.âÂ
âNamjoon...â You pondered his name, thinking of all the times youâve spent with him. There werenât many. And the ones you did remember were mostly spent in comfortable silence next to each other doing your own things while the other members were off playing games or other rowdy activities together, âDoes he.. uh, like ramen?âÂ
âOh, he loves ramen.â Jimin nodded, âHas a big appetite for it.â He orchestrated with his hands and the three of you laughed together.Â
âHe said heâs in. Will meet us at the airport.â Jungkook concluded, the smirk on his lips never swaying as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against the side of your head, âLetâs go eat.â He ended the conversation there but the butterflies beginning to flutter in your stomach only started.Â
This might just be the start to something⌠amazing.
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So I may have been browsing through your AEIWAM tag and came across your writing of Komamura saying it's too hot in summer when you have a fur coat you can't take off. By that logic he's gonna always be sitting beside Hitsugaya in Captain meetings if he can swing it, especially in the early days, cause that boy is like a mini air conditioner next to him. XD
Wolves are winter creatures. The double coat, the snowshoe paws, the proclivity for cuddlepiles- if Sajin could move somewhere that never got above 40F he'd be in heaven. Alas, he lives in a major city that hits triple digits in the summer, so he keeps close track of the little pieces of winter he can find.
The first person to realize his little game was Unohana. She knew about the wolfman thing- Yamamoto trusts her as much as Sasakibe, and persuaded Sajin that, should a medical emergency arise, it should not also be a medical surprise.
She is of course, the pinnacle of Medical Confidentiality.
...but his name came up during one of the Shinigami Women's Association meetings/boozing sessions, and a distinct schism appeared.
On one side was Soi Fon, Nanao, and Herself, who all found Komamura to be very polite, professional and reliable if somewhat reticent and at times, aloof.
"I swear I can't get more than three words out of him!" Nanao despairs.
"I like him. He knows how to Shut Up." Soi Fon agrees.
"He's a very private man." Unohana nods.
Across the table, Isane and Rukia are baffled.
"Captain Komamura? Ten feet tall, bucket head? That Komamura?" Rukia the so-called Ice Princess asks, gesturing to indicate their height disparity. "What the fuck are you talking about? He's SUPER friendly and will hang around to talk FOREVER."
"Yeah, every time I go to the 7th he always asks me to stay for lunch and wants to know how everyone in my family is doing and swap horror stories from the ER for tales of crazy people in the intake queue." Agrees Isane, wielder of the ice cloud Itegumo. "It's embarrassing, but one time I was more than two hours late getting back because we get to talking!"
Everyone stares at everyone else, baffled.
"Did- did I do something to piss him off?" Wonders Nanao.
"Huh. Maybe he just picked up on how much I hate small talk on the job?" Soi Fon shrugs.
Unohana is silent, thinking.
"GUESS WHO BROUGHT TEQUILA!!" Matsumoto Rangiku announces as she kicks in the door, holding four bottles of liquor, only three of which were still full.
"We need you to settle a debate!" Rukia demands at once.
"Ooh! I love passing judgement on things that don't effect me!" Rangiku coos, sitting down, her chest making an odd 'clunk' sound on the table "- there's also salt and limes!"
"It kinda effects you." Soi Fon waved her hand noncommittally. "How would you describe Captain Komamura?"
"Tall, Heavily Armored and Mysterious?" Rangiku shrugs, pulling the box of kosher salt out of her cleavage.
"...more like his personality." Isane clarified.
"Oh! Uhh... You know what? He's one of the few people that's ever complimented me on streamlining like 80% of the paperwork we have to do." Rangiku nodded, fishing the limes out as well. "Always has stuff done waaaay before I expected and I feel like a bit of a jerk for not replying immediately, but never complains if my stuff comes in late."
"Does he hang around and talk, or is he just really businesslike?" Nanao asks, eyes narrowed behind her glasses.
"Hmm..." Fowns Rangiku. "Kinda varies by the day- Sometimes he's all business, other times he'll stay and chat. I always assumed he wants to talk but sometimes he's got work, you know?"
There is much confused muttering as the limes are cut, when Unohana raises a finger.
"...How is he with Lieutenant Hitsugaya?" She asks.
"Oh, he ADORES Toshiro!" Rangiku nods enthusiastically, salting her shot glass. "He actually does the majority of Toshiro's Bankai training now because The Old Man handed it off to him so he could focus on teaching Zaraki Everything But Kendo- which, bless him for doing that, Shiro-kin could literally freeze my tits off!- and he really does a good job listening to Toshiro's concerns and confusions- he's a sensitive boy, you know? And Koma-kun is so gentle with him and to be honest I always eavesdrop on his advice because I could use it too. Delightful man all around." She nodded, and moved to down her drink.
"...Why?" She asked, pausing her drink and glaring suspiciously at Unohana.
Unohana nods with the clarity of enlightenment. "Nothing serious, but everything makes sense now." She smiles, then cracks into a small giggle. "It's rather charming, actually."
"Care to elaborate?" Soi Fon grumbles.
"Yeah that answered NOTHING." Rangiku glares.
"We noticed an interesting disparity in his behavior." Unohana explains, pushing her own glass towards Rangiku to fill. "For me, Captain Fon, and Lieutenant Ise, Komamura-Taicho is very polite, but sticks to the matter at hand and will not volunteer any further conversation. For Lieutenant Koetetsu, Miss Kuchiki and apparently Lieutenant Hitsugaya, he has all the time in the world and is quite the chatterbox."
"...Weird." Rangiku frowns, intrigued by the puzzle. "For me it's like, half and half?"
"Not quite, I think." Unohana smirks. "What do Isane, Rukia and young Toshiro all have in common?"
The Resounding Silence of Thinking Very Hard around the table was a bit of a disappointment, but they were about three bottles into the evening already.
"Can't be Height." Nanao hummed. "Rukia and Shiro-Kun are shorter than a stack of pancakes but Isane's got legs that are too long for the cover of Vouge."
"Isane and Toshiro are both silver-haired, but not me, and he doesn't seem to be particularly close to Ukitake-Taicho and I think I've actually seen him run out of a room to avoid Gin." Rukia puzzled.
"What? RUDE." Rangiku protested.
"They're all under a century old, right?" Rangiku pondered.
"No, I'm almost two hundred!" Isane sighed. "Oh wait- we all graduated early from the Academy!"
"Ehhhh, I graduated because I got adopted, I'm not a genius like you and Shiro-kun." Rukia waved. "Also, how would HE know that?"
"You're all Lieutenants!" Rangiku perked up.
"Not yet I'm not!" Rukia protested.
"Pfsh- you run half the division anyway. Jushiro should promote you to Co-lieutenant with Kaien already!" Rangiku waved.
"Its- it's complicated." Rukia mumbled. "Also, Nanao-chan is a Lieutenant and he doesn't like her!"
"Does it have to do with how freakishly huge he is?" Soi Fon asked.
"...Yes, actually." Unohana decided. Sajin might not have so much trouble thermoregulating if he was the size of a regular wolf. She reasoned privately.
"Also, He likes Nanao-chan just fine as far as I know. I think it's less about how much he enjoys your company- which I think he does, he's not one for putting on facades- and more about how much he enjoys your Proximity." She clarified, taking her shot. "Oh, this is good, what is it?"
"Cabrito Blanco." Rangiku read off. "Huh. The Cabrito on the label sure ain't Blanco." She frowned at the brown goat.
"None of us have transferred out of the Division we started in, but again, how would he know? and that hasn't got anything to do with Proximity..." Isane frowned.
Rukia slammed her glass down. "WOW that's got a kick. Maybe uhhhh... None of us wear perfume, but Gin doesn't either. I hope. I don't want to get close enough to find out."
"He's really not that bad-" Rangiku sulked. "OH, 'Blanco' refers to the tequila and this is that goat's white tequila!" She realized.
"Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend vacation in your brain. Its machinations fascinate me." Soi Fon teased. "Hmmm... Lotta close but no Cigar, you're all young-ish, Isane and Toshiro have living relatives and Rukia has a large adopted family, but again, not exclusive or Proximal. You're also all S-rank duelists with- OH!"
"Shh, I'm enjoying the flailing." Retsu grinned.
"Pfff- okay, that is kinda cute and I don't blame him." Soi Fon giggled. "Sometimes I'm real glad my seat is right next to The Old Man for the same reason. Or opposite reason, I guess."
"Bwah?" Rangiku frowned.
"I do the same thing with You, Momo and The Old Man that He's doing with them." Soi Fon grinned. Rangiku frowned, peculiar machinations grinding slowly through the tequila, before she suddenly cackled, head thrown back so hard Unohana had to reach out and grab her by the scarf to keep her from tipping her chair over.
"OH NOOOOOOOO!!" She wailed, shoulders shaking. "Oh- that's cute but Toshiro can NEVER find out he'll be such a brat about it!"
"Sorry I'm late, I had to finish the latest report on the Rice Farm Subsidy Fraud Investigation!" Momo panted, jogging in late. "-What can't Toshiro find out about?"
"There is SOMETHING that You, ran-chan and Yamamoto-sama share, and it's the same thing but backwards as what Me, Hitsugaya, and Isane have in common that Komamura-taicho really likes it or something, and THEY know but won't TELL US and its MAKING ME CRAZY!" Rukia wailed.
Momo stood, expression blank for a few moments. "Wait. You didn't know?"
"KNOW WHAT?" Rukia wailed.
"That Komamura hangs around with people with Ic-Mmpf!" Momo started to reveal but was abruptly tackled and the rest of the sentence smothered in Rangiku's Cleavage.
"With WHAT?" Nanao demanded. "What do they have that I don't?"
"-Hang on." Isane frowned, the slowly turned to her captain, squinting. "Is. Is this a... Physics Issue?"
"That's one way to phrase it." Unohana smiled as Momo flailed for air.
"Oh my Gooooood..." Isane groaned. "Why doesn't he just ASK? I'd happily go over and give Itegumo some practice, I hate summertime too!"
"Huh?" Rukia glared, as Momo finally fought her way free and gasped for air.
"Itegumo? That's your- ohhhhhhh." Nanao realized. "That's. Okay yeah that's actually really cute." She giggled. "Poor guy. The armor can't help with that, can it?"
"That's what I keep telling him but it's-" Unohana waved her hands and grimaced with frustration. "-He wears the armor because he's facing the *stupidest* form of Political Persecution I've ever heard of." she sighed.
"Really?" Asked Momo. "Captain Tousen said Komamura told him it's because he's got a major disfigurement or something?"
Unohana sighed and rolled her eyes. "Komamura is FINE, he's just- It's complicated and medically private but trust me, the helmet is a reasonable precaution against an absurd problem."
"Oh." Momo winced. "Well, I'm glad he's medically alright at least!" "I'm so fucking confused." Rukia whimpered, deflating over the table in despair. "Is. Is hanging out with me making him less sick or something??"
"...Yes!" Unohana smiled. "Or at least, makes his condition more physically comfortable."
Rukia turned that over a few times. "...Talking with him is helping?"
"Yes, but only if you're in the same room with him. Doesn't work over the phone." Unohana nodded.
"Okay." Rukia said, reaching for the nearest bottle. "Lets talk about something else."
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Years Later, after the Bedlam of her attempted execution and Subsequent Rescue, Rukia finally saw Komamura's face.
It was a bit awkward, walking into the hospital room in search of her brother to find a nine-and-a-half foot tall wolfman wearing the Seventh Division Captain's Haori visiting Momo. It took her a moment to realize who he was, and another as some neurons connected and she squawked indignantly, pointing at him.
"My apologies, Lieutenant Kuchiki, but-" He sighed, ears flattening back against his head with Chargin.
"AIR CONDITIONING?!?!" She bellowed.
Komamura scrunched back, chagrined. For a massive apex predator, he did an excellent Kicked Puppy face.
"Rukia!" Momo protested faintly from her hospital bed. "Keep your voice down, I don't want Toshiro to find out!"
"Find out what?" Hitsugaya grunted, stepping out from behind Rukia.
"Ah, Well-" Komamura started to explain.
Rukia rounded on Hitsugaya, pointing behind her at the captain. "THIS JACKASS HAS BEEN EXTRA NICE TO YOU, ME AND ISANE BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE ICE-TYPE ZANPAKUTO AND CHILL THE AIR AROUND US!"
"...Summer is very uncomfortable when you have a fur coat you can't take off." Komamura winced.
"Uh, duh?" Hitsugaya rolled his eyes, strolling into the room. "I didn't know you were chilling Koetetsu and Kuchiki here as well, but I kinda figured you enjoyed the cold when you stayed at my Bankai training like, five times longer than Gramps ever did."
"My apologies for the deception." Komamura bowed his head.
"It's no big deal." Hitsugaya shrugged, putting a hand up to indicate he wanted help up onto the hospital bed, and Komamura obliged.
"See? I use you being tall too." he smirked.
Komamura sighed fondly as the boy sat down between him and Momo. "Momo makes me chill all her juice too, but she never seems to warm up my tea." he handed her a juice box from the vending machine down the hall, covered in condensation.
"It would explode." Momo grumbled.
"Skill Issue." He shrugged and she affectionately swatted him on the leg. "Anyway, don't dogs cool off through their paws?"
"I'm from a wolf clan, but yes." Komamura cocked his head with curiosity, then alarm when Toshiro casually grabbed his forearm and started tugging his Gauntlets off.
"I don't mind being a human ice pack, especially not when it's nintey-eight freakin' degrees out, but be efficient about it, yeah?" Toshiro grumbled, tossing the gauntlet aside and plopping Komamura's pawlike hand on top of his head.
"...Thank you." Komamura smiled gently, and ruffled his hair a bit.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Hitsugaya shrugged, playing the tough guy even as his ears turned red. "At least you're polite about it! Freakin' Zaraki literally just grabbed me- like, put his whole arm through the office window! and threw me over his shoulders once. Jerk."
"TOSHIRO!" Momo yelped, hand on her face. "You almost made juice come out of my nose!" She half-giggled while Rukia snort-laughed at the mental image.
"Hey Kuchiki!" Hitsugaya growled. "He's got two paws!"
"You can't boss me around! You don't outrank me anymore!" She grinned.
"I have seniority." he teased, and the bed started to shake as Komamura tried not to laugh.
"You really don't need to-" Komamura tried to diffuse the argument. His voice was rock-steady but the wide grin betrayed him.
"You gotta follow my orders though!" Ukitake said cheerfully, appearing in the door. "Hi Lieutenant Hinamori!"
"C-captain!" Rukia yelped, spinning around to Salute. "What are your orders, Sir?
"Shh, nothing's happening. But I did hear you squawking from two floors down, so what's happening?" Ukitake smiled down at her.
"Captain Komamura has APPARENTLY been hanging around me and the other Shinigami with Ice Zanpakuto and using us as Air Conditioners!" Rukia glared up at her commanding officer.
"...Rukia," Ukitake patted her head and smiled gently. "Do you remember where Lieutenant Kaien's desk was?"
"Second door on the left, right next to your office, Sir!" She nodded.
"Right! And where's your desk?" Ukitake asked, leaning in closer to her.
Rukia blinked, confused. "...It's immediately adjacent to your desk in your offi- GOD DAMMIT! NOT YOU TOO?"
"Yep!" Ukitake cheerfully patted her head and then palmed it to turn her around to face Komamura. "Hop to it!"
"Technically, I got the Idea from him, when I saw how he'd rearranged the furniture..." Komamura whispered as he helped her up onto the bed as well and Rukia groaned in defeat, settling next to Komamura where she could sulk at her captain from over the wolfman's broad shoulders.
"Oh, stop pouting!" Ukitake teased, sitting down on the chair beside Momo's bed and leaning back. "It'll be winter soon enough. Actually, Your friend Mr. Yasutora told me about a fascinating wintertime holiday in the Living World-"
#Bleach#Bleach Fanfic#AEIWAM#an elephant is warm and mushy#sajin komamura#toshiro hitsugaya#Momo Hinamori#rukia kuchiki#retsu unohana#LONG post under the cut#2.5K ficlet really
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sweet nothing | s. gojo x reader
in which gojo satoru and the reader cuddle to sleep. they're so in love. was written as a fem reader but im pretty sure it could also be seen as gender neutral!
Lazy days â like today â were your favourite. Those mid-autumn days where the summer heat finally broke and made way for a chilly breeze, and the sky looked a cool white instead of bright blue. The quiet clicking sound of your typing floated through the air in your otherwise quiet room, and along with the faraway sound of the shower running, aided in the creation of a quaint atmosphere.
Time went by, and just as you were finishing up your work on your laptop, you heard the shower turn off, and the distinct creaking of the hinges on your shower cabin door. With an exhausted groan, you decided you'd worked enough for today, and you stood up from your chair, stretching your sore body. Your head pounded as you turned around and walked towards the king-size bed you shared with your boyfriend, and the moment you were close enough, you let your body fall into the bed.
The relief was so acute you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips, your whole body melting into the Purple mattress your boyfriend convinced you to buy earlier that year. Gosh, who knew your mattress quality would have that big of an effect on your quality of life? Well, Satoru clearly did.
âHey.â The sound of his voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you tiredly turned your head to the other side to look at him. Satoru, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white towel on his shoulders, was shutting the bathroom door, steam escaping through the small crack. âYou done?â he asked, lifting the towel around his neck to his hair and quite aggressively drying it.
You had half a mind to remind him how damaging towel fibers were for his hair, but, remembering the fact that his hair remained silky regardless of anything, you forewent the thought.
You didn't respond to his question immediately, your eyes idly roaming over his body from top to bottom. From the wet, white hair that was falling over those brilliant blue eyes of his, to the wide expanse of pale skin and taut muscles. âHm?â he prompted, movements lithe as he walked to the vanity and uncapped his leave in conditioner â the only hair maintenance product you could convince him to use.
Your eyes automatically followed his movements, now meeting his in the mirror as you adjusted yourself and climbed into bed properly, albeit with no real intention of falling asleep. He seemed to have that effect on you. Like a sunflower turning towards its namesake, no matter where he went, you always gravitated towards him, both consciously and unconsciously.
âYeah,â you responded eventually and grabbed the fantasy novel you were in the middle of, âthere wasn't too much to do, anyway.â
He hummed in response, raking his product-coated hands into his hair before shaking it out. With effort, your eyes slid away from his and focused onto the open book in your lap, and you let yourself be taken away by the intricate world woven by the words of your favourite author.
Ë ŕźâĄ â・Ë
A few hours went by, and despite having âno real intention of falling asleepâ, you fell asleep. Shocker.
It was now a little later in the day, the sun no longer cresting the sky, but rather melting into the horizon, the priorly pale gray sky turning varying shades of purple, pink and orange.
âBabe, do you thinkââ Satoru started, turning his gaze away from his phone, where he'd been checking his emails, to you, whom he was laying in bed next to, his (still shirtless) body angled towards yours. He had his phone in one hand, while the other was resting over your shoulder, idly playing with the ends of your hair. His question dissolved on his tongue at the sight of you asleep, eyes shut with your lashes fanning over your cheeks and lips ever so slightly parted, making way for soft breaths.
His own lips stretched into an amused grin, dimples etched into his cheeks. âI'm not gonna fall asleep, âToru,â he muttered, repeating your words from earlier. âI'm just gonna lay down!â He grabbed the book you had left open on your stomach and slipped the bookmark â that one the two of you had DIYed a few months ago (yes, he has a matching one) â back into it.
He turned the paperback over in his hand, long fingers splayed over the 500-page behemoth. It was by an author he'd seen you read numerous times, that one you had a whole shelf dedicated to. With a hum, he turned to place the book on his bedside table.
He twisted his torso away from you, that innate need for physical closeness to you keeping the rest of his body fixed in its spot. His defined obliques rippled with the motion, and he released a quiet noise from the back of his throat as he stretched to put the book down.
Straining to push it further with his fingers, as soon as Gojo was sure it was a safe distance away from the edge, he turned back to you, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms, which were loosely folded in front of your chest, pressed against his hard chest when he pulled you into him, and you instinctively nuzzled closer, drawn by his body heat and the faint smell of his cologne.
He pushed his phone away before resting his hand on your upper back, his thumb rubbing unceasing circles between your shoulder blades, and he reached down to kiss the top of your head. Only lightly, though, he reminded himself, since he didn't want to wake you up.
One kiss turned into two, and he used his unoccupied hand to push away a strand of hair from your face to press his lips to your forehead, before the two kisses turned into three and the three into four.
He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, and you, despite his best efforts at remaining gentle, stirred in his arms, your eyes flitting back and forth underneath your eyelids. He cursed under his breath, mentally chiding himself before brushing a stray curl away from your face and whispering a soft, âSorry, baby.â
You made a soft humming noise but, thankfully, didn't wake up, only rested your head against his arm. He let himself relax against you, content in watching you sleep while playing with your hair, and eventually, his eyes fell closed and he drifted off with the feeling of your soft, warm skin against his.
Man, lazy days were his favourite.
#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#jujutsu kaisen#gojo#gojo x reader#fanfic#fluff#sleepy cuddles#fanfiction#ao3#anime fanfiction#tooth rotting fluff#gojo x you#sleepy kisses#idiots in love#inspired by a taylor swift song#so in love#self indulgent#fluffy#cross posted on ao3#gojo fanfic#my post
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angst cuddling with suguru
cw- slight obsessive suguru at the end, depressed suguru, depressive episodes, slight allusions to not eating due to depressive episodes, gn!reader
{Just small thing I wrote! if you have any requests send them in please <33
This summer was tougher than usual
The rise of sweltering heat, the uprising in curses, and dealing with the lasting effects of Riko Amanaiâs death. All these factors held the deadly combination of a horrific melancholy summer, the month filled with fun festivals and late nights turned out to be an inconvenience.
You remember the first day Suguru laid on your bed that summer, the sun was setting and the harsh heat blew more mild and humid. He briefed you on the short missions he was sent on, (coming to an all-time low now that Satoru had taken over all his serious missions)
âSo Satoru is representing all of us at this pointâ you giggled toying with the air conditioner valve that sat on the wall, âYeah. Guess so,â Suguru said rather dimly, he wore a shirt that used to fit perfectly on him now it was slightly baggy, his collarbone making a more outward appearance than usual.
âWhy sound so glum about it? We get more free time now! Or are you upset that you can't hang with your soulmate all day?â you teased walking towards your plush bed, Suguru stood next to the foot of the bed, his knees buckling from the tired strain he put on them every day. It was getting harder for him to stand these days due to his lack of sleep and his small appetite. He was severely malnourished.
He didn't respond to your comment, instead standing in silence, you cleared your throat and collapsed on the bed as the AC finally kicked to life, a strong breeze of cold air filling the space. âYou know you can sit down right?â you pulled your legs onto the bed glimpsing up at him through your eyelashes.
âI'm good really, I'm leaving soon anyway.â he offered a weak smile, âCome onn Suguru! Just relax!â you smiled brightly watching his lip twitch as he sat down. He refrained from making eye contact with you instead just staring at the wall.
âAre you okay Suguru?â
You were the first person to notice or ask him that.
Tears began to pour from his eyes as he harshly grasped the material of his sweatpants, âI'm not..â he mumbled and immediately felt the warm embrace of your arms around his torso, âSuguâŚWhy didn't you say anything..?â you whispered to him brushing his hair out of his face.
âI-I canât,â he cried tilting his head up, âEverything I've built here would be for nothing..â
âYou don't have to tell me.. Just stay here for right now.â you smiled softly moving to the right side of the bed as he followed, âis this why you've been so dismal Sugu?â you laid down picking at the lint on your cat plushie. âI look that bad?â he chuckled quietly trying to cover up his emotions, âI'm just tired⌠Exhausted from everything really.â
âI'm sorry Sugu..â you sighed, taking him in an embrace, his muscles loosened as his head fell to your shoulders. Your scent was calming to him, the smell of warm caramel and toasted vanilla filled his nose. He was deeply infatuated love with your scent.
âCan I stay here a bit longer..?â he whispered his tires eyes looking into yours, his dark circles being accentuated by the setting sun peeking through the blinds. âOf course Sugu..â You hummed with a smile as he slumped down further into your bed.
Hours later the sun had set and the alluring sound of summer cicadas filled the silence, Suguru felt at peace, the soft blow of the AC and the moonlight cascading across both of your bodies. He wished he could stay here forever, have the world stop and just sleep with you forever.
He knew he couldnât, if he were to go about showing his true feelings. Maybe you would accept him and his view, be with him forever maybe?
His hand reached around your waist to pull you extremely close, Getoâs nose plunged into your hair taking in your scent once more.
âplease..â he whispered quietly.
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu x reader#x reader#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#geto suguru#geto x reader#geto angst#gn reader#suguru geto#suguru geto x reader
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called home
@childofthemoonandsun's prize for the palestine gfm raffle - the request was for a moment between nash and their siblings before joining scytha :-)
Sunset on Koreth. The sky bleeds. The air bleeds. The sands, stained red, reflect off the clouds, a feedback loop in sanguine. Her star, her sun, drags itself hand by bloody hand towards the yawning horizon, a wounded creature crawling home to die.
As above, so below: you bleed. The doctors say it's normal; that your bandages need changing, that the IV takes care of the electrolyte imbalance. That the blood is just a side effect of the surgery.
Nash takes your hand, and finds it cold. Finds it, like your bandages, stained red. The light is crimson, dripping through the narrow window: it spills across the white linens, and they say out loud:
âit'll be fine.â
âIt'll be fine,â they say, again: again, again, until it feels like the only thing they remember how to say. It'll be fine. I'll be fine. You'll be fine.
Everything will beâ
They grit their teeth, force a smile. Punch Shayan on the arm, a little too hard. Watch him flinch; swallow back a hot flash of guilt. Eighteen and terrified, and already unwilling to show it.
âDon't worry so much.â
He frowns; they swallow.
âYou'll stay in touch, yeah?â
Sullen. Looking away. He doesn't meet their eyes. They rub their hands together, fingers against their palms. The air is thick and still; the air conditioner whines, strains against the copper-tinted atmosphere of outer Koreth. The sofa creaks as they shift, knock their knee against their brother's.
âAlways.â They swing an arm over his shoulders, drag him into them: curve their body into his, hold him close for a moment. His breath is warm in the warm air; his shoulders shake. In the kitchen, their mother drops something; both of them laugh at the sound of her swearing, Shayan's tension shuddering briefly out of him.
Light spills across the ground, red and slick.
Later, in their memory, it's painfully vibrant: the colour of blood under fluorescents, a slit across the throat of the room.
It wasn't, of course: it was just the sunset. The sky red, the air stained with it, reflecting the clouds and the sand outside.
Nash knows that.
Their mother, cooking dinner. Not watching her eldest child leave, her goodbyes said.
They don't remember saying goodbye to her; nor to their father, nor their other siblings. Younger, busier: still at school. Still so young. In their memory, Nash has always been as they are now, their mistakes unforgivable, their brother trapped in murky amber. A sullen teenager and his closest sibling, a jaded, bloodied adult who doesn't remember their other siblingâs faces. Doesn't remember saying goodbye to their mother.
Just Shayan.
Just that moment, his shoulders caved in toward them, that slash of bloody light across the white tiles. They'd squeezed his shoulder, patted his arm.
They'd stood.
They'd said:
âit'll be fineâ (again)
and they hadn't met his eyes. Outside, someone starts the shuttle engine (and in their memory, Nash leans in and kisses their brother on the forehead) and they take a step back from him.
âlook after the others,â they tell him, another step back. Shayan still won't meet their eyes: Nash remembers the hangnail he's picking at, the strip of raw red skin against his nail. His hair, thick and dark and worn longer than theirs, hangs over his face. Stop it, they want to say; shout it echoing back through the memory, like if they think it hard enough he'll hear them. Still aged sixteen: still leaning into their side, still listening to their every command.
Still in that bright living room, watching the sun bleed across their white tiles. Still waiting for the call for dinner.
It's been a long time since they let themself look him up. Last they heard, he was off-planet, working on a space station; a promising mechanic. Nash is proud.
Later still, Nash will be relieved.
Always, always, Nash will be guilty, painting that red slash across every memory they have. Placing their brother in that moment in their every memory of him: every conversation, every shared joke, wherever and whenever, now locked in that white room with that red light.
They should have said something else.
Now, with your hand cold in theirs, your hair (thick and dark and pushed back from your face), they find themself unable to think of anything else to say.
They squeeze your knuckles, place your hand back on the cool sheets, and stand.
Step away (you don't meet their eyes) and say, quiet:
âit'll be fine.â
#writing#snippets#oh no i forgot my 'tagging' 'system'#anyway. this was a pleasure and a joy thank you for participating!!
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Safe and Sound
Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU
Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.
Word count- 2.8k
Chapter 1
I woke up early on the day of the reaping. Blinking awake slowly, head spinning from the effects of what even Haymitch from district 12 would class as too much alcohol, not that Iâd really ever spoken to him, just from observation. I shuffled into my fluffy slippers and stumbled over to the table in the middle of my kitchen. Sitting down heavily, I groaned as lightning shot through my head and I scrubbed a hand across my face, reaching out to grab a glass of water and downing it in one gulp. Once my head stopped spinning I made myself a cup of coffee, mixing in milk and spooning in an inordinate amount of sugar, I made my way outside and sat on a chair, sipping the too sweet mixture from time to time, hands curled around the mug as I gazed out at the sunrise. Pinks and purples blended together, swirling with orange hues as it got lighter with every passing second. The sun rose above the horizon, bathing me in golden light as I breathed in the fresh air, letting go of all my fears and doubts for a moment to just take in the beauty of the world around me.
The trees swaying gently in the breeze, leaves rustling, songbirds chirping. One landed on my shoulder, twittering a joyful tune in my ear. I tapped my foot to the rhythm, singing quietly, whispering lyrics swept away by the wind. A ringing of the bell snapped me out of it, a harsh reminder of reality, of the games. I gave a grim smile and walked back inside, swigging back the last drops of my drink. Once back in the house I filled up the bathtub with steaming hot water, drizzling some scented oil in it and immediately stepping in. The water burned my skin, turning it red and raw, irritating the cuts on my feet as they stung and I hissed in a vague degree of pain. I grabbed a cloth and scrubbed my body viciously, stripping it of any dead skin and dirt that had collected over the past few days as I had moped around the house just waiting. My hands grabbed a bottle and I poured the contents onto my hair, scraping my nails across my scalp, rinsing it, then tipping a bottle of conditioner into it, massaging the smooth pink substance into my hair, making it smell like honeysuckle, sweet and overpowering.
I drained the bathtub and stepped out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. I picked through my clothes, discarding some to one side and placing others over the mirror in my room. I ended up with three options and I frowned as I assessed them. I didn't want something that would make me seem weak, but I still needed to portray the innocence of a child that the Capitol loved me for. Eventually, I settled for a light green dress that fell just above my knees, I studied myself closely, the dress clung to my upper half but flared out at the waist, the loose sleeves covering the mark on my wrist. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, it was perfect; for a second I looked like a girl. A normal girl who hadn't been affected by witnessing death, who got to live a happy ordinary life with her family. And for just that one second I wished selfishly with all my heart that I could be with the person the universe chose for me, because he loved me. I snapped out of my daze and stared into the mirror, light reflecting off the surface and bouncing around my room. I turned away and face planted on my bed, the mattress muffling my scream of anger. My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, refusing to let go for a second as my breathing quickened and tears pricked my eyes. Now is not the time to cry, I berated myself silently, my nose still buried in the bed. Now was the time to stand up and show that I was not afraid, that they could throw anything at me and I would come back stronger. I sniffled slightly, sitting back up and dangling my legs off the bed as I wiped away a few stray tears. I gazed at my reflection again. So different from the confident girl I had been before, now a pathetic weakling, if that's what a few minutes could do to me then I hated to see what damage hours or days could inflict on me.
I heard people talking outside and moved silently to the window.
âDon't worry, itâll all be fine.â I knew that voice.
âBut what if I get reaped,â I knew that one as well, âI can't go back in there.â I peaked out to see Finnick and Annie, engrossed in conversation.
âI promise I won't let anything happen to you,â Finnick continued, gripping her arms and staring at her, âI promise.â
I smiled sadly at the sight, it hurt a little, it always did but I was happy for them. I truly was. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way of their romance, it was quite clear to me that they belonged together, the universe makes mistakes and it seemed like he and I were one of them. They walked back into his house and I stepped back into my own room, closing the window behind myself and trapping the cold air inside. Shivering, I picked out a white knitted cardigan and pulled it on, the soft fabric providing a thin layer of warmth from the chill. The clock on my wall struck 11, I breathed out deeply and walked downstairs, slipping on a pair of beige sandals, tying the brown leather just around my ankle in a bow. Taking a last look around my house I trailed a hand along some of the pictures lining the walls, photos of my mum and I smiling and laughing together from when I was little. It seemed so long ago now, I was no longer a child and my mum was no longer alive. My hand finished on the last picture, the most recent, one I had snapped a couple of years ago of Finnick and I. It was one of the last times I had spoken to him, before Annie. It had been after a particularly nasty nightmare and he had cooked breakfast, pancakes with syrup. He smiled as I got the sticky substance on my cheek and wiped it away with his thumb. I had laughed and held the camera up, both of us smiling widely as my finger pressed down to take the shot.
It was a reminder of happier times, as happy as they could be at least. I made to step out the door but I remembered something at the last second. My shoes. My ballet shoes. If I was going back then I wanted them as my token. Granted they weren't the pair I had the first time, those had long since worn out, but that didn't change the way every new pair of shoes made me feel. What they made me remember.
I had been 4 when I first decided I wanted to dance. I had seen the Mayor's daughter wearing a pair of ballet shoes and dancing in the garden with them on. I immediately fell in love, and ran home to my mother, so excited I talked about them for hours. Every day from then on I would go and watch the girl dance, I would copy her movements until I could do each and every one with the drop of a hat. Then one day a few years later they caught me watching. They had beat me black and blue and sent me running home crying, knees scraped and clothes torn. My mother had comforted me, singing a lullaby as she rocked me to sleep. The next day I woke up to a pile of books on the table and a box topped with a ribbon. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but my mother smiled gently and nudged me forwards.
âOpen it,â she said, âI think youâll like it.â My eyes widened as I opened the books, there were pages upon pages of text, instructions, they were tattered and dirty but they taught me everything I knew about ballet. How to do the steps, how to strengthen my body and become more flexible, how to fully immerse myself in the dance and feel the music. Then I turned my attention to the package. I ripped the ribbon off and was greeted with a pair of ballet shoes. Slightly worn and ripped but in my eyes they were perfect. I shrieked in excitement and threw my arms around my mother as she caught me laughing.
âCalm down little bird,â she said, âit's an early birthday present. And besides,â she continued a mischievous glint in her eyes, âI want free tickets to all your shows.â
I nodded my head, pulling away to look at her.
âDo you think I can actually do it?â I asked innocently. Her gaze became serious.
âYou have nothing to prove to them, little bird, you hear me. But they will always look down on you, so you can either let them or you can prove that you are more than what they see.â She paused for a second, âYou can do it my little bird, and you will be incredible.â I burrowed into her and she wrapped a soft blanket around us, cradling me like I was a baby again. She passed me the packaging and I lifted the shoes out, holding them carefully, as if the slightest move could break them. My thin fingers traced along the fabric, smoothing the heel over and tapping on the box, grinning in delight at the hollow sound it made.
âGo on,â my mother encouraged, âtry them.â
I scrambled to the floor and pulled the shoes on, they were a bit loose but I simply tied the ribbons as tightly as possible and tucked the knot in. I stared down at them as I stood there, they were so beautiful and delicate. I wobbled onto the tips of them, my feet pointed, balancing on the very ends of my toes. My mother clapped as I walked around the small living room in them, being ever so careful to not slip over and ruin them. When I finally took them off, my feet had little blisters on them, I didn't care. I would endure anything to prove myself, to show that I wasn't just another district girl. I went to bed the happiest I'd ever been that night. My mother stroking my hair as I drifted into the dreamworld, filled with thoughts of dancing and performing where everything was perfect.
In the present I shook myself out of my reminiscing and grabbed a pair of the shoes, ribbons dangling loose, tucking them into a small bag and slinging it over my shoulder, I slammed the front door behind myself and strode out of victor's village, down the gravel track to the town. The sharp stones cut my bare feet in pinpricks and I winced, regretting my choice of footwear.
A light breeze brushed against my face and I pulled two pearl hair grips out of my bag, twisting the front strands of my hair and pinning them up together. As I walked, I was surrounded by nature, trees filled with green leaves and song birds, beautiful flowers the colours of jewels, fluffy clouds overhead. I breathed in the fresh air just before I reached town, something took hold in me and I twirled, laughing as the skirt of the dress flew out in a circle, it swished around me as I revelled in a moment of happiness, dancing around like a child, spinning wildly, leaping in the air with my arms spread wide for a final minute of joy. My cheeks flushed as I walked past the peacekeepers who had witnessed my outburst, they stood still, guarding the entrance to town. Making sure no one could escape. I made my way to the justice building, ignoring the looks people threw my way. Disgust, worry, pity a few of them among thousands. I strode to the desk where I had to register.
âName.â The peacekeeper asked.
âY/N Y/L/N.â I answered, holding out my arm for them to take my blood.
They gestured to the stage and I made my way up, taking in the thousands of faces looking up at me. Children probably grateful they wouldn't have to worry this year, parents glad they wouldn't have to lose another child yet. I look to the side at Annie and Mags, both deep in conversation as if they hadn't even noticed my arrival. Mags hugged her reassuringly and my heart cracked a little, wishing I had someone to comfort me like that. I turned back to stare at the wooden floor of the stage remembering the last time I stood here seven years ago after my name had been called.
I had been shaking like a leaf, terrified as I stuttered how old I was. The looks of pity sent my way by everyone and the horrified look on my mothers face as I had walked up escorted by peacekeepers. Lysander read off the boy's name but I couldn't hear anything, my heart pounding in my ears. I had kept my head down as I was led to a room for my last goodbyes. My mother rushed in and held me close as I cried and she wiped my tears then held my face in her hands and told me.
âYou fight little bird. You hide and then you fight, you understand. You come home to me, I'll be waiting.â Then she pushed my pointe shoes into my arms and kissed me on the forehead before she was led out, giving me one last smile as I gripped the shoes. Then I was taken to the train and we were on our way to the Capitol
I smiled prettily for the Capitol, shyly answering any of their questions. âYes I was a bit nervousâ, âI loved to danceâ, âOf course I could give them a tiny demonstrationâ, âI would try to win, for my mother but I had never known my fatherâ. That got their attention, the poor little girl from district 4, no father, only a mother who she loved dearly, more than her own life. So when I got into the arena I did what mother told me, I hid and I fought and I got out but when I came home she wasn't waiting for me. She was gone. They told me it was an illness, one that was untreatable. So she was gone and I was left alone. I often thought I would have been better off dead. At least then I'd be with her.
All went silent and I was pushed out of my thoughts as our escort walked onto the stage, dressed outlandishly as always in the flashiest colours and cuts of fabric.
âWelcome all to the Quarter Quell,â he starts, âHappy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour.â The usual video starts to play and I roll my eyes as I hear the words âWar, terrible warâ. It's the same every year, a montage and voiceover which has no purpose anymore. We know what happened, we know what's happening now and we really don't need to be reminded of it. After what seems like an age the clip ends and Lysander claps excitedly, heâs the only one and the noise rings in my ears.
âI get goosebumps every time,â he gushes cheerfully,âIt just gets me every time. And now for the moment you've all been waiting for, it is time to choose our tributes for this very special year. First the boys,â He walks over to the huge bowl containing one small piece of paper and dramatically dips his hand in. He picks up the paper and unfolds it painfully slowly. âFinnick Odair.â He announces and I have to fight back a cry as he steps forwards, waving and smiling at the cameras, my fingers itching at my wrist as the mark burns from the close proximity to him. Lysander grins almost maniacally as he congratulates him on this honour. Patting him on the back and exclaiming how exciting this will be
âAnd now time for the ladies.â He says and walks over to the other bowl with three pieces of paper in. I stand nervously, twisting my hands in the sleeves of my jumper as he reaches in and waves his hand around for a minute before plucking a piece out. He shakes it in front of him and unfolds it as slowly as the first one. I breathe shakily, in out, in out. He reads the name off the slip of paper.
âAnnie Cresta!â
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How to live like song jia ๨ৠâď˝ĄË the perfect routine to boost your self-esteem
This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Song Jia! These routines are perfect for people who want to slowly build unbreakable confidence, like freezia!
content list (routines):
morning
study
workout
shower + self care
night
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â¸ ę° morning routine ęąâ ࣪.* ࣪.â
đ¤ Jia starts her mornings drinking a cup of water or coffee on an empty stomach, this can help to boost your metabolism and detox your body. I would recommend to drink water rather than coffee, since this could have some negative side effects.
Next step is to say some affirmations in front of the mirror, saying affirmations like 'I look so pretty today' or 'my skin looks so healthy' or simply being kinder to ourselves can ease stress, allow us to face difficulty more courageously, and feel more content and confident!
Now it's time for skincare, Jia emphasizes on having a healthy skincare, for this you will need to create a routine based on your skin type (dry, oily, combination, sensitive, normal or acne prone) and your skin concerns (black heads, bumps, irritation, scars, etc.), please make sure to consult a professional before using anything on your face! Now Jia usually cleanses her face with a foam cleanser and then use toner, a moisturizing ampule, moisturizer and sunscreen! She makes sure to apply the products on her neck too.
After skincare it's time to get dressed, while we wait for the products to absorb! Jia is a really fashionable girl, make sure to have fun with the textures, shapes and color combinations to make the best outfit and boost it using accessories like hats or sunglasses, don't forget to get a matching bag and shoes too!
Time for makeup! Jia's daily makeup consist of BB cream, mascara, eyebrow pencil and lipstick, but if she's shooting something she will add contour, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner and highlighter to the routine!
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đ When Jia goes to her Chinese classes she pays attention and does activities in her book, she also practices writing random things like her name! She memorizes vocabulary and practice a little with her friends in the same class.
â¸ ę° workout routine ęąâ ࣪.* ࣪.â
𦢠Jia recommends to work out at least for 20 minutes per day! She usually does simple waist or legs exercises while standing up looking at her phone or watching TV.
Also she goes to Pilates classes so you can try to do a 20 minute Pilates workout video like this one.
â¸ ę° shower and self care routine ęąâ ࣪.* ࣪.â
𩰠To boost your self-esteem Jia says that we have to at least take 2 days of the week (Saturday and Sunday) on really taking care and spend time with ourselves.
First detangle your hair using a hairbrush, then hop on the shower and use shampoo, conditioner and a hair mask to treat your hair. Then wash your body using a shower gel and a body scrub. Jia uses a soothing gel, thermal water and a body lotion to moisturize her body after shower, she massages the products on her skin to relax her muscles. After 30 minutes, she dries her hair with cold air. After, you can trim your split ends or take care of your nails if necessary.
As a part of self-care, do chores like doing laundry or washing the dishes so you can start relaxing on a tidy place (you can also light an scented candle). Also, Jia takes her vitamins for her hair and overall health.
Now it's time to enjoy our hobbies! Having hobbies help us with both our physical and mental health, plus having our alone time makes us more comfortable with ourselves and help with self -discovery, Jia haves a good set of hobbies that she spends most of her time doing like oil painting, doing DIYs, watching dramas like insider, taking care of her dogs, cooking and baking, playing video games and golf!
â¸ ę° night routine ęąâ ࣪.* ࣪.â
đˇ Finally, Jia spends her night taking care of her skin! First she washes her hands, the uses a cleansing oil or milk, then she uses makeup remover on her eyes if the cleanser didn't take off her eyeliner for example, then she uses a foam cleanser and toner to finish cleanse her skin. After she uses a hydrating mist and ampule, a dermatologic treatment, sheet mask, lip balm and moisturizer (remember to apply it on the neck too!) after she uses a gua sha to massage her face.
as a part of skincare, make sure to sleep at least 8 hours everyday and drink enough water to wake up with perfect skin!
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Hehe i think that's all stay tuned ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛Â´â˘ Ë â˘` ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
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Disadvantages of air-conditioner on human body
Can too much AC make you sick? While air conditioners provide relief from hot weather and create a comfortable indoor environment, they also have several potential disadvantages on the human body. Here are some of the drawbacks associated with air conditioners: Dryness and Dehydration: Air conditioners reduce humidity levels in the air, which can lead to dryness of the skin, eyes, andâŚ
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Today's Fallen Order request is Biohazard for @ledeni-tm
âNo.â
Cal stands at the bottom of the ramp and stares up at Greez, haloed in the shipâs internal lighting. âHuh?â
Greez points, specifically at the poncho Cal as clutched in his hand. âNo more. Not a single one. By the gods, Cal, I can smell the damn thing from here.â
Cal holds it up to demonstrate the very funky pattern it has. Best of all, itâs a nice, thick wool. Once itâs clean and dry, itâll be a favourite for sure. âI need it, Greez. Itâs mine.â
âI understand and accept that five years on Bracca has ruined your sense of smell, but me and Cere? Ours is fine. And as such, we can smell that little poncho selection of yours no matter what we do. So, the following are your options â get rid of them all and weâll find you a nice new one in a store that doesnât sell actual biohazards.â
âNot happening.â
BD backs him up with a rude squeal.
Hands held up in a pacifying gesture, Greez waits for silence. âOr you stay out there and do some laundry.â
The sky overhead is thick with the promise of a snowstorm. Calâs hands are cold and stiff from his journey across Zeffo. Heâs tired and hungry, thoughts of dinner getting him through the lengthy journey back to the ship. He doesnât particularly want to stay outside, but he also refuses to give up a single one of his ponchos. Theyâre his. All of them. He found them, and sure, maybe some are coated in mildew, and others have a smell he canât quite get rid of, but none of them are actual biohazardsâŚ
âŚare they?
âAre they?â he asks BD.
BDâs scans suggest a couple might host bacteria unsafe for most organics, and while he has no capacity to smell, scans would indicate unpleasant odours would be a side effect of said bacteria.
âFine,â Cal says. âI guess itâs laundry day.â
Greezâs ominous laugh echoes down from the ship. âI knew youâd say that.â He returns with a large container (honestly, itâs large enough to stuff Greez himself into). âFill this with water. Iâve got various detergents to clean these things up.â
âI do wash them!â Cal insists.
âWith appropriate laundry detergents, or with soap when you shower? Or does going for a swim in a poncho count as washing them?â
Opting for tactical silence, Cal places the new poncho into the container and plods onto the ship with it. He fills the container in the shower as it wonât fit under the sink, then lugs it back outside. He places it down and returns to the engine room to fetch all his ponchos. He puts them all inside.
âNow, watch a master at work.â Greez adds a blend of detergents and something called fabric conditioner to the water. It all sounds like a waste of credits to Cal. Greez also adds an entire bottle of disinfectant and gives the whole barrel a mix with a stick. âWeâre gonna let this stew for a while before you heft it all back inside and stick them in the machine to spin. After that, weâll bring them back out here to air dry. Might take a while, given how cold it is, but it will help with the stench.â
âAre they really that bad?â
âWorse.â
âIâm sorry, Greez.â
Greez looks up from his stirring. âWhy do you always make me feel so bad about stuff, even when youâre in the wrong and Iâm definitely in the right?â
BD suggests itâs a Jedi thing. Cal smiles. âI didnât mean to,â he offers.
âSee? There you go doing it again. Listen, kid, honestly, I wish you wouldnât bring back stuff you find on these planets. Iâm sure we can find you something during a supply run. However, I get that you like them and therefore you gotta meet me midway â keep âem, but clean âem. Properly. None of your wash your clothes while you shower or swim nonsense. And if youâre taking a breath to tell me thatâs how it was done on Bracca, I do not wanna know.â
Cal breathes out and closes his mouth.
âYou donât have to live like youâre a credit away from financial ruin. Weâre not multimillionaires, but weâre not broke. And if you donât know how to use the machine, ask. Iâm not gonna judge.â
âThanks, Greez.â
âAnd maybe donât stuff wet clothes into a box under your bed.â
âBut â â
âAh! What did I say about Bracca?â
âYou donât wanna know.â
âAtta boy.â
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[ "Husband Series II: Little Accidents" ]
Lucifer x Top AMAB!Reader
Summary: Lucifer accidentally drank a spiked coffee, so you - his husband - "helped" him.
Tags: 18+, explicit language, smut, oral sex (giving)/blowjob, one shot, sex stimulants, making out, teasing, throat fucking, anal fingering
Word count: 4K+ words
A/N: For clarification, every chapter has a different scene where you and Lucifer are husbands.
ă Husband Series: Part I
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The silence of the cold office is disrupted by the gentle rustling of clothes rubbing on each other. Heavy breaths and passionate kisses making squelching sounds that perfectly complements the hum of the air conditioner.
You both are once again, inside Lucifer's home office, making out in one of the couches in the middle of the room. Your hands grope everything you can reach, taking in all of your husband's presence. You have Lucifer's legs folded on the either sides of your thighs as Lucifer's weight pressed on your lap.
Lucifer, either by accident or a prank from one of his brothers, has consumed a sex stimulant mixed in his coffee earlier. He was so preoccupied with his tasks that he failed to notice it when he was making himself a cup of coffee. As usual, you take the opportunity that has been laid out in front of you.
"You are a sneaky devil. Can you try to keep your roving hands under control?" Lucifer whispers out his concerns, but his words are lost to the sounds of a heated make out session.
Lucifer's lips are parted open for you, and his tongue is gently brushing past his own. Your bodies, grinding against each other like a machine in need of lubrication, yours and his hands grasping and tugging at whatever cloth was in proximity in an attempt to get close to your skins. The only resounding sound in the room is the gentle rhythm of air being pumped in and out of both of your lungs.
"Are you feeling okay now?"
You have a genuine concern in your tone. Although you're still breathless from the makeout session and you want to go further, you stop as Lucifer's elevated senses, due to the stimulant, might be too much for him.
Your concern is what snaps Lucifer out of your kiss. His eyes blink several times in an attempt to clear the blurry mess before him. Lucifer is suddenly back on your lap, but in a much less sexual way than moments ago.
"I'm fine." His tone is still heavy and his senses are still a little too sharp. Lucifer's words are accompanied by blinks that are more rapid than before, as if he is attempting to clear the blurriness in his vision. He is still a little disoriented to what happened just moments before. The effect of the stimulant is starting to fade.
"Good." You brush a handkerchief on Lucifer's sweaty forehead, pecking his lips briefly and smiling at him. It is in the middle of the day and you don't have much time to continue further. You grip your husband's waist and place him beside you on the couch.
"We were just about to get to the fun part." He sighs, and you can feel Lucifer's hand rest behind your neck.
"Let's not spend too much time outside the house just yet." The hand behind your head squeezes tighter, as if to say "Be patient", before Lucifer turns his head to the side and lays his head against you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer. That is all Lucifer can muster right now, he can still feel his senses tingling. Your lips curl into a small smile and you pull him closer.
"Honestly, where did that coffee come from?" You wonder while your arm wraps over Lucifer's shoulder, giving him a soothing rub.
"I was just making myself a cup. One of my brothers must've spiked it." Lucifer chuckles to himself, having a hunch on which one of his brothers did him dirty, but that is nothing compared to how good your hands feel right now.
"It must be Asmo's coffee. You know, being all the Avatar of Lust. You must have mistaken it from the normal one." You chuckle as you rest your head against Lucifer's.
"That makes more sense, yes."
You spend a comfortable silence this way. Lucifer's senses are still heightened, but it isn't like before. It is more bearable now.
Lucifer sighs before whispering to you. "I'm getting thirsty. Get me a cup of water, would you?"
"Sure. Wait for me." You remove yourself from Lucifer's side and exit the office to get some water from the mansion's kitchen.
"Don't be too long, love." Lucifer lays there alone, resting his eyes. Your hands, though gone, leave a soothing impression on his skin. You both need to cool off for a moment, it is all too tempting when you are together. He hopes you come back as quickly as you left. He doesn't want to be alone at this very moment.
After a few minutes, You came back with a glass of water and an extra bottle.
"Here." You hand the glass to Lucifer after helping him get up and settle on the opposite couch.
"Thank you." Lucifer takes the glass of water and gulps down the entire glass without hesitation. He can feel his senses relaxing and his eyes slowly closing. The stimulant is still in his system but faint, the memory of what happened a couple of minutes ago is still fresh in his mind.
"Oh, has the stimulant not worn off yet? Let's take a break since you feel overwhelmed." You suggest, leaning back against the couch â cross legged.
"Your timing is impeccable as always, love." Lucifer smiles, happy to have you as his husband. He sits up and fixes his hair, looking a lot brighter and more relaxed. The stimulant is still lingering, and he can feel his senses still heightened. He is not in his usual calm state, but he is much better than before. You can still see the slight flush on his cheeks.
"Thank you for not taking advantage of me." Lucifer says.
"I wouldn't do that unless you want me to." You say, your expression is laced with mischief. However, you are still being careful not to touch Lucifer too much and stimulate him even further. So, you prop your elbow on the armrest and rest your cheek on your palm while looking at him.
"Well, I do want you to." Lucifer's eyes widen in surprise once he hears what his own mouth says. His cheeks flush, and he quickly tries to cover his mouth and look at you as if he made a mistake.
"I... mean, I know this will sound ridiculous but the stimulant is making my thoughts go places again." Lucifer admitted with a bashful expression.
You grin then laugh softly as you bring your legs on the coffee table, still paying attention to Lucifer. You watch Lucifer closely. Seeing him in such a heated state is always a treat for you.
"Well, I don't want you passing out on me." You purse your lips, thinking of a solution. "How could we take care of that?"
"We can definitely take care of that." Lucifer looks excited, and his eyes sparkle at the thought.
Lucifer puts his feet on the floor and leans towards you over the coffee table, still trying to calm his breathing. His heart is beating fast, and there is a flush on his cheeks again. He feels both warm and cold at the same time. He reaches towards you.
"My love, I need it badly. Can you take me here, in my office?" Lucifer's eyes flutter slightly as he whispers this to you.
"I was about to but you stopped me earlier." You smirk at him from the opposite couch. "Are you sure? You feel your senses heightened to their peak, though?"
"Yes, I need this so much right now." Lucifer is completely honest with you, his senses still high but his lust even more prominent. "Please? Takâ fuck me⌠right now. I cannot hold it much longer."
Lucifer looks so vulnerable, you can't help but want to take advantage of the situation. You chuckle once more, realizing the position Lucifer is in right now. He looks delicious, as if he is ready for you. You hold his wrists and move back to Lucifer, and you pull him on top of your lap. You looked down between his thighs and found something very exciting.
"You're leaking precum... Does it hurt?" Your voice is laced with concern but still finds the whole situation hot and arousing.
"That's just me losing control... It feels good." His eyes shut as he tilts his head upwards. As your lips meet his once more, you remove his tie and shirt, leaving him topless.
You kiss Lucifer's neck and tugs on his hair. Your kisses travel to his shoulders, his collarbones, his chest and sucks his puckering nipples. Lucifer's body shudders as he tries to contain himself. His body is so sensitive right now that a slightly rough touch is enough to make him release a bit more. You look at him, gaze full of desire.
"I should help you release first." You shift positions on the couch and let Lucifer lean his back against the backrest before kneeling in front of him.
"You're going to make me lose it completely." Lucifer feels like losing all control at the moment. His body shakes every second, and he can't help but breathe heavily. His legs shift nervously as he tries to find something to hold onto. You lick your lips in anticipation. You're going to enjoy this. Very much.
You wrap your arms around each of Lucifer's deliciously toned thighs, with your head in between them. Your breath is hot against Lucifer's crotch and clothed bulge as you inch your face closer.
"I think you'll taste better due to the stimulantâŚ" You inhale and hold your breath and kiss the wet patch on his trousers.
You haste in removing Lucifer's pants and undergarment, letting them fall to his ankles. Lucifer looks absolutely divine: flushed cheeks, breathless and shaking, his eyes darting everywhere. His lips are just slightly open and his eyes are dazed. His cock sticks out in the open, the tip glistens due to his excessive precum. He can't take it anymore. But, you, the master of seducing, have other plans.
You bite your lips while looking up at Lucifer's face and down to his twitching and wet cock in front of your face. Your grin is still evident as you tease Lucifer. However, your desire to taste him gets the better of you. You started kissing and licking the crevice of Lucifer's inner groin area.
"OhâŚ" Lucifer arches his back in pleasure. The sound of his moans fill the room, but it feels too good for him to be embarrassed. He pulls you closer, trying to get more of your lips. However, you move your head away and continue to edge him.
You can't help but snicker softly. You're enjoying this too much, you wonder how much Lucifer could take the teasing before you get down to his throbbing cock. With a now faint smile on your lips, you suck and lick the skin of Lucifer's groin â near the sides of his tightening ball sacks. Meanwhile, your hands are busy spreading and gripping his thighs open.
"Mmm... so soft." You can feel your cheek and nose make contact on his warm skin as you continue to give undivided attention to most of the area but Lucifer's weeping cock.
"My love... pleaseâŚ" Lucifer's moans grow louder as he continues to beg. You hold Lucifer's hips in place and keep him from moving. You continue to lick, suck and kiss the area of Lucifer's body close to his cock, teasing him with every touch.
Lucifer's eyes close in pleasure, the stimulant making it feel even better. He moves his thighs to give you full access. His body shudders and vibrates, making the couch shake slightly. Lucifer's muscles relax and tense at the same time. The moment is surreal.
"Ohh...!" Lucifer can't help but moan even louder. His body writhes and squirms, and his hands keep searching for something to hold onto â lest he fall over the couch. He desperately wants your mouth to touch his cock.
"Ahh, love... please!" Lucifer is in absolute agony as he tries to hold himself. Your teasing is making him go crazy. The sensation is akin to bolts of lightning that electrocute his muscles, albeit a pleasurable one. His body shakes every single second, while his breath is shallow and quick, making it even harder for him to try and keep control. He can't take this anymore. He needs relief. You feel your face getting warm and wet as Lucifer's precum drips from his tip, like a faucet that was left slightly opened.
"Please! Oh!" Lucifer's voice is hoarse, and his hands move down to his thighs so he can grab them, trying to hold himself down. He feels like he's about to explode in your mouth. He doesn't know how much more teasing he can take anymore.
Like a merciful saint, you rest your cheek on Lucifer's thigh as you look up and make eye contact with your husband. With a sly grin, you finally run a long swipe of your tongue on Lucifer's shaft â from the base to the tip - eating him whole; your movement slow and sensual, like you want it to last longer. One of your arms unwraps from his thighs and gently massages his delicate balls.
"Ahh⌠thank you." Lucifer's body tenses at the first touch of your tongue on his erect shaft. He closes his eyes and looks lost in pleasure. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he sharply gasps for air. His body shivers more violently. The stimulant and your touch on his tender length and balls make his senses and mind go insane from overstimulation.
"Ahh⌠Mmm." Lucifer lets out another deep moan. His eyes flutter in ecstasy as he almost reaches a climax right away. You stare at Lucifer with your tongue still on his slightly salty, leaking cock â tongue swirling and lips frequently sucking the tip.
Your throat vibrates as you hum while you blow him out. The sensation of Lucifer's cock occupying your mouth makes you leak under your underwear too. His cock is firm, warm and impressive â long and girthy â and frequently throbs inside. As he continues to squirm, you grab Lucifer's waist tightly to keep him steady on the couch while the pace of your head bobbing goes faster.
Lucifer's face is flushed, his muscles relax and tense again. His back arches as his body shudders uncontrollably. He leans closer to you, completely lost in the sensation. You can see the pleasure on Lucifer's face, the lust and desire overwhelming you. Lucifer's toes curl, and his fingers grab your hair tightly.
"This may be the best day of my life." Lucifer looks down at you with pleading eyes, his voice hoarse from all the begging and moaning. He looks ready to lose his mind in delight, especially with the stimulant still having a hold on him. The office is filled with the amorous sounds of your mouth sucking his cock. Lucifer's hair is damp and his eyes are fluttering.
"MmmâŚ" You moan, voice muffled as your mouth is occupied with something delicious.
"Oh... myâŚ" Lucifer looks like he's in paradise, his expression of pleasure and his voice saying it all. He holds onto the couch's backrest, his muscles tense more. His body can't help but react to your touch. Lucifer looks gorgeous right now, his expression of ecstasy is undeniable.
Your mouth has, once again, focused on his leaking tip. Your nifty fingers gather the slick pooling at the base of his cock and you insert them on his clenching hole. At the same time, your other hand grips the base of his shaft â twisting and squeezing him tenderly.
"MyâŚGod!" Lucifer shakes in pleasure and loses control of his senses. His legs shake, he feels as if he is about to pass out. His eyes roll back, and his breathing accelerates again. The stimulant is still in full effect, and his arousal is overwhelming. He feels like he's on cloud nine, not caring about the room or his surroundings anymore.
Your eyes are shut as you continue to pleasure your husband. Tasting and swallowing your own saliva and Lucifer's precum. You gag as you push in deeper and let Luciferâs cock go for a moment. You smile while looking up, your hand and fingers still stimulate him.
"You're so⌠you taste sweeter." You chuckle and kiss Lucifer's thighs again briefly. Your mouth and cheeks are wet and glisten against the light of the office.
"My... Ahh!" Lucifer's words are mumbled as his eyes are still rolled back. He is completely overwhelmed by your oral skills. Despite his struggles, his mouth is dry from the pleasurable sensations. He opens his eyes and looks down at you. He could see your face bright pink and your cheeks flushed with your arousal. Lucifer tries to pull away, but your hands are still holding him close. He is in no condition to move. All he can do is watch you devouring him.
Lucifer's voice is hoarse, it pains him to speak but it pains him even more to remain silent. His pleasure is building up again and again as your hand replaces your mouth, gripping and rubbing his cock firmly at a fast pace while your fingers stimulate his walls from the inside. He doesn't know how he'll be able to last long with this type of stimulation.
He breathes in and out, but it's as if he is forgetting to breathe properly with this overwhelming arousal. Lucifer squeezes his thighs around your head, trying to keep you in place.
You let him squeeze your head as the action makes it even more arousing. You let Lucifer guide you wherever he wants and set the pace, while you just keeps on blowing your husband. Your tongue proceeds to swirl around Lucifer's cock, your throat is being attacked, and your nose keeps on hitting Lucifer's skin every time you go down.
As your mouth does its ministrations, your hand grips Lucifer's cock firmly to keep it from moving around too much. You have your eyes shut, listening to the squelching noises and both of your moans. Lucifer's eyes remain shut in pleasure. He is in a state of pure euphoria right now, his senses completely overwhelmed by the stimulant.
âThis good?â You tease, knowing full well that Lucifer can only mumble on his words.
Breathes in and out, but it's more as if he's taking quick gasps of air. Lucifer is shaking so much, but yet he doesn't feel embarrassed or want to stop. He is too lost to his own arousal and stimulation that he forgets time and space. Lucifer holds on to your head more firmly, pushing your mouth back on his slick-coated cock.
"My love, I can'tâŚ" Lucifer's mouth opens in a desperate moan as he feels your mouth sucking on his cock with fervor.
"You're driving me crazyâŚ" Lucifer's voice is barely audible, but his words are filled with desperation and pleasure. His legs wrap even tighter around your head as he grips your hair to keep you in place. Lucifer's body is trembling so much that you can feel your husband throbbing against your fingers and mouth.
Your saliva and his precum froth and drip down his shaft and balls. Little bubbles accumulate at the base down to his hole and on the sofa. Your mouth and cheeks are soaked, your face is flushed red, your eyes are fluttering every time Lucifer hits the back of your throat and you are loving it.
You gag for a bit then try to laugh but you can't. Your mouth is fully occupied by something big and delicious â that being Lucifer's cock. Loving this intense blowjob, you pull out your fingers from his butthole and put your hand on his waist and your other hand clutches Lucifer's thigh, letting him fuck your mouth and throat with much abandon.
"Oh my god, you will kill me." Lucifer's words are still hoarse, his voice now shaky with pleasure. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, your lips and tongue make a suctioning sound you eat him whole and he thrust deeply.
"My love, you're absolutely delightful." Lucifer closes his eyes and concentrates on the pleasures that you are giving him. His lips are parted, his jaw drops slightly and his breath grows heavier with every move of your head. He is so close to the edge, he can feel it. His body trembles and shivers in anticipation, his eyes are rolled back, and he tries to fight it but to no avail.
"I'm almost there!" Lucifer's teeth are gritting together as he tries not to lose control. His legs start shaking and quivering again, trying to remain still for you. The stimulant is playing tricks on his mind and body. He is trying to hold himself back, but he is too far gone to fight the overwhelming pleasure. Lucifer has no control over himself, and he knows you can sense it.
"My... love." Lucifer calls out to you, his voice is weak and hoarse but still filled with all the pleasure. Lucifer's face feels like it's on fire and so is yours, and his body is still shaking. It is getting so hard for him to endure the sensations and wait. He grips your head harder, trying to push you lower.
Your nose hits his crotch and your airway is constantly blocked by his shaft. You try your best not to gag and attempt to breathe through your nostrils. You get by and look up again at Luciferâs face, which wrinkles in absolute pleasure.
After a few more seconds, Lucifer loses control. Lucifer let out a moan, that was louder than expected. He couldn't contain himself any longer. His teeth are gritting, he wants it so badly, and he knows he wouldn't be able to last long. He is about to explode with all this tension and arousal.
You can feel Lucifer's body convulsing, his temperature against your face and inside your mouth is too hot, his hips gyrating uncontrollably as he pushes your head down on his crotch. You shut your eyes again and stay still â gagging a bit. Your hand roams to his nipples, signaling Lucifer that it's okay to release while your other hand keeps Luciferâs thighs open.
"Let go, Lucifer." You try to say but your mouth is still muffled by his cock.
The grip you have on his nipples and thigh loosens as Lucifer instinctively opens and closes his thighs with your head in between them in an aggressive manner. You rub your palm on Lucifer's lower back to soothe him. His body feels as if it's having a seizure, his hips buckling uncontrollably as his hips try to meet your head.
"IâI can't! IâŚ" Lucifer feels his body being consumed by pleasure. His hips and legs move on their own, his thighs wrapped tightly around your head. His hands clutch your hair, his breathing becoming sharp and fast. Lucifer's eyes are closed, feeling every touch, every sensation. Every move of your tongue and lips is sending him deeper. He moans in ecstasy, wanting to release so badly, yet wanting this feeling to last a little bit longer. Lucifer pushes himself up again and again, mercilessly thrusting inside your mouth.
âAhh! Yes! Yes!" His whole body is twitching, and his toes and heels clench. His muscles contract, and he almost feels a tingle in his fingertips.
"I'm coming! Oh GodâŚ" Lucifer groans loudly, feeling pleasure course through his veins. With a final push of your head and his hips, he closes his eyes and rests his head back while he releases his loads of cum in your eager mouth. Lucifer's eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth hangs open, and his breath is deep and ragged. His body is shaking and trembling all over, and his hands are clenching your hair while his legs remain around your head.
"You're so⌠good." Lucifer is speechless as his senses are overwhelmed. He tries to say something coherent but it's pointless, he's in a world of his own. He trembles all over. Lucifer's legs shift and shake, quivering with pleasure. He moves his thighs and squeezes your head, forcing you to swallow everything. Lucifer is too far gone, he can't stop even if he is rough. His breathing is shallow and he's getting closer to the edge, unable to stop his body from releasing.
Your eyes fluttered when you felt Lucifer's cock hit too deep in the back of his throat. Your eyes are watery from the assault and you can only thank yourself about not gagging that much. Your own cock throbs under your trousers but you pay it no mind. Lucifer's pleasure is your priority as of now.
His thighs continue to shake as if they were going to snap in two. His tongue flicks in and out of his mouth with a slight gasp, his body trembling like never before. His body is sensitive all around, even the slightest touch is enough to make him squirm and twitch. He bites his lip and lets out a long and satisfied moan.
You stay in place while your mouth is being filled up by Lucifer's loads of warm cum. It tastes salty and a bit sweet. It's overall delicious. You can still feel Lucifer's cock twitch and throb in your whole mouth and around your swollen lips. You can't say something and you don't want to yet. In fact, you love this.
Lucifer's body spasms and jerks in your grip. He tries to catch his breath between heavy breaths. Lucifer's body shivers in your arms, all the pent-up pleasure that had been growing inside of him finally released. The stimulant was only intensifying the feelings he was experiencing while your mouth was on him.
Lucifer gasps in ecstasy, still overwhelmed by the feeling of having been released. His legs slowly unclench, still keeping you close to him.
"That was amazing..." Lucifer's voice sounds slightly raspy and hoarse, he's having a hard time speaking right now. He's still shaking, his muscles still tense.
You are both still catching your breaths. You pull your mouth away from Lucifer's cock, which is now limp the same as Lucifer's limbs. You swallow the extra cum that threatens to escape the corners of your lips. You didn't say a word yet, just admiring Lucifer's disheveled and dazed state.
Your throat feels a bit sore and your lips are throbbing like you had just eaten the spiciest food. Your hair sticks out to random directions due to him pulling and pushing your head a few seconds ago, your bangs are wet from the sweat on your forehead.
"Thanks. You were amazing as well, love." With a hoarse voice, you softly laugh as you sit on the floor and rest your head on his thigh. Your knees hurt from all that kneeling like you had worshiped a deity for hours on a concrete floor â you kind of did, and that deity would be Lucifer.
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I'm a little confused. A lot of critters say that the gods have it out for Laudna specifically, and I can't find where that idea comes from? Like the closest thing I found is that she's a Hollow One and things that affect undead are usually holy/divine. But that doesn't mean that the gods hate Laudna or that Laudna's suffering is because of the gods, right? (I'm a little scared of those Laudna stans tbh)
If I had to guess where it comes from, it, like the similarly inaccurate statements people make about Ruidusborn, comes from the longstanding tendency by the uncreative, dull, and whiny to make their blorbo the most wronged little lamb who ever lived.
Clerics mechanically get Turn Undead as an ability, which affects Laudna, because she is undead. I do want to point out that Marisha specifically chose to make Laudna more undead than Hollow Ones typically are mechanically, ie, our boy Jumanji Costco would be fine in the face of Turn Undead; and that area of effect abilities such as turn undead are not what I'd consider "targeted", ie, if Imogen were to cast Reverse Gravity in an area containing other members of Bells Hells, and they became affected by the spell, I would not say this was Predathos having it out for Bells Hells specifically. I'd also note that a spell that literally creates undead, Animate Dead, is a general cleric spell. A loyal level 5 cleric of the Dawnfather has the capacity to have a pet zombie. Is this the greatest use of their abilities, probably not, and will their god provide them with consequences, possibly, but it sure is a thing they can do, so I think the gods on the whole are really up in the air re the whole undead thing. I also think that we need to acknowledge that within the text, at this point Laudna's met four divine champions, two of them have quite literally contributed to her continued undeath in significant ways, and the other two of whom have been like "yeah we are on the same side, politics, strange bedfellows, etc, etc, I'm frankly way more interested in Fearne."
One can argue Laudna's suffering is because of the god Vecna, though as a point of order the main portions of her initial suffering occurred prior to him achieving godhood, so really, it was the lich (undead) Vecna and the necromancer (currently undead) Delilah Briarwood who seem to be largely at fault. Undead are merely a classification of entity. Just as using Turn Undead against a horde of undead may result in Laudna being turned as well, if one were to cast Moonbeam on some hostile shapeshifter, Chetney would also be affected. As Gilmore as played by Aabria said, power is simply power; intent comes from the wielder. Someone could use Turn Undead specifically against Laudna; someone could also use powers from the gods to heal, buff, or resurrect her. I doubt the Raven Queen is like, jazzed and hype about Laudna, but her specific tenet is "Undeath is an atrocity. Death is too good a punishment for those who pervert the rightful transition of the soul" and Delilah seems to be the one causing the soul transition perversions.
I suppose one could argue Laudna's suffering is the result of the gods in the same way that if I were injured by a window box air conditioner falling five stories onto my foot, while both gravity and the fact my parents decided to have children contributed significantly to this moment, no one who was not embarrassingly unserious and extremely fucking stupid would put these things forth as the culprit in this hypothetical.
Do not be afraid of the Laudna stans. Either they're lovely people who just really like Laudna and are talking about her character arc or making art or something and agree this is a terrible take, or they are, as said, embarassingly unserious, extremely fucking stupid, uncreative, dull, and whiny. I can provide tips to avoid them or to annoy them as you wish but like, is it even worth bothering with the latter.
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Period cramps pt.1
With random anime men
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Bakugo
Would know ahead of time. I strongly believe that Bakugo has a calendar of when your period may come. So heâd be at your doorstep with pads, comfort food, and pills the moment you call and is always ready to use his quirk on your stomach and make you feel better. He knows how sensitive you get on your period, so he'll also try to scream less. During the week Bakugo turns into your mother and will cook and clean for you. If you try to get up and do anything heâll fight you.
Illumi
So confused and concerned. Illumi has no sisters and his mom usually has mood swings so Iâm sure heâs heard or knows of periods but not so much as how it works and their effects on women. When he sees you groaning in pain, curled between the sheets for the first time, the only thing he comes up with is that you are sick. After you explain whatâs happening, Illumi is glued to your side offering silent support. You want cuddles just this once, want chocolate buys box loads.
Gojo
This man has no shame. Despite your situation, I don't believe Gojo would act any differently. Heâll find a way to piss you off or tease you something. And might honestly ignore you and focus on other things until your period is over. But on the off chance he decides to help out. Expect him to go to your favorite restaurants and bring back your favorites.
Todoroki
Someone else who's confused. When you call asking him to buy pads/tampons, Todoroki has no idea what to get. He has no idea what the sizes mean and he thinks the colors are flavors. So feeling stressed, Todoroki buys them all and hopes one of them is what you wanted. And for the rest of the week, Todoroki becomes your personal air conditioner using his hands to change your body temperature as you, please. ďżź
Kurapika
He's a mother at heart.
Doesn't matter if you're sick, sad, or on your period, Kurapika is always there to baby you and make sure youâre ok. Kurapika will always have supplies on hand so you never worry about going to the store when he's not there. I see him putting a movie on to watch with you while he takes phone calls.
Yuji
Such a sweetheart. He has heard of periods but he is not aware of the specifics of it, just that once a month women bleed and it can be very painful. I imagine Yuji staying by your side and watching over you the way a dog would. Any action you make he will try to assist you in some way. If you eat he's feeding you, if you want to pee he's carrying you to the toilet.
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