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sheliesshattered · 4 years ago

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This Isn’t A Ghost Story - Chapter 1

Whouffaldi non-canon AU. 8 chapters, will be about 32,000 words when complete. Rated Mature for heavier themes in later chapters, please contact me privately if you’re worried about triggering topics. Clara Oswald/Twelfth Doctor. Mystery, pining and angst with a happy ending. Available on AO3 under the same username and title. Updates every Friday.

This Isn’t A Ghost Story

Chapter 1: The House

14 November 2014, London

There was a certain amount of irony, Clara reflected, that her first reaction was I’m going to kill him.

Her ‘special friend’ had just cost her the sale of her late grandmother’s house. Again. This had to be roughly the twelfth adorable family or nice couple that had stepped into her ancestral family home only to turn tail and run before they’d even had a chance to hear about the antique hardwood floors or the fully restored kitchen. At this point, he wasn’t even being subtle about it anymore.

The longer the house sat on the market, the fewer calls she was getting to schedule walk-throughs of the property. She was beginning to worry that word of the house’s strangeness was getting around the local real estate community. If things kept up at this rate, she was going to end up permanently saddled with an inheritance whose tax burden she could barely afford, in the form of a one hundred and thirty year old, gorgeous, sprawling, haunted house.

Clara used her key to let herself in through the ornate front door, grumbling under her breath. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the cabinets in the kitchen began to rattle ominously.

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped, dropping her purse and keys on the small table in the foyer. “It’s just me.”

The door to one of the bedrooms upstairs slammed shut.

She groaned and buried her face in her hands and counted to ten before looking up again. “Listen, I get that you’re cross with me for bringing people by, but I am beyond livid with you, so let’s skip the part where I yell and you throw things and just agree to be angry with each other in silence, okay?”

The house went quiet in a manner entirely too creepy for her liking. If not for the undercurrent of petulant passive-aggressiveness, she might have actually been scared.

Not that Clara had ever really been scared of the ghost that lived in her Gran’s house. He had never once made her feel unsafe, not since she’d first spoken to him as a small child. But the sudden silence was still unnerving.

“Well, good,” she said into the preternatural stillness, more to prove to herself that she wasn’t scared than anything else. “It’s nice to actually be able to hear myself think, for a change.”

The top step of the staircase creaked once, as if to make a point.

“Still shut up,” she grumbled.

She went about the short list of tasks she’d come to see to, putting away the food she’d set out for the potential home buyers, watering the plants, closing the curtains, and flicking on a few lamps to make the house look lived-in. Of course, she didn’t envy anyone who tried to break into the house while it sat apparently empty. At some level, a poltergeist was better home protection than a dog could ever be.

Her chores complete, Clara returned to the foyer to find her purse where she’d left it, but her keys conspicuously missing. She sighed, hands on her hips, and turned towards the cold spot she could feel forming near the foot of the stairs. He was nothing but a faint wispy outline in the direct light of the setting sun filtering through the stained glass window over the front door, but even that outline was familiar enough that Clara was able to find his eyes and fix him with a displeased glare.

“Where are my keys?” she demanded. She still hadn’t forgiven him for his behaviour earlier, and she was in no mood to play find-the-lost-trinket tonight.

“I didn’t want you to leave before I could apologise,” the ghost said, not quite meeting her gaze. His voice raised gooseflesh along her arms, as usual, but she much preferred the low rumble of his Scottish brogue to the slamming of doors and rattling of cupboards. Not that she would ever openly admit that to him.

“So apologise and tell me where you’ve hidden my keys!”

“Clara,” he said, and she clenched her teeth against the shivery reaction she always had to the way he said her name, like it had been invented just so he could say it. There were days when she lived for that rush — and many, many lonely nights, in her love-struck teenaged years — but today was absolutely not one of them.

“...Was there more to that sentence?” she asked when he didn’t go on. “Saying my name does not constitute an apology.”

He glanced up at her, looking increasingly solid as the sunlight waned. “I’m sorry I upset you. That wasn’t my intention.”

“No, your intention was to make certain I can’t sell this house, and don’t bother to deny it.”

He chewed his incorporeal lip for a moment, then shrugged. “I won’t deny it. I don’t want you to sell the house. But I’m still sorry I upset you.”

Clara sighed. “I have to sell it. You know this. And someday, someone too brave or too stupid to fall for all your clattering will decide to buy this place, and that’ll be that.”

“Don’t say that,” he pleaded, his eyes glinting blue in the gathering dusk.

“It’s the reality of the situation, so you’d best start making peace with it,” she said evenly. Another irony not lost on her: arguing the state of reality with a man dead nearly a century. “Now, where are my keys?”

Her ghost hesitated. “You don’t have to leave,” he said. “You could stay?”

“I never stay the night in this house. That was your advice to me, more than twenty years ago. No sense in breaking with tradition.”

“I think maybe I was being overly paranoid at the time.”

“And I think maybe you’re acting like a lonely old man now,” Clara snarked back.

“Alone in a house that you of all people are dead-set on evicting me from? I can’t imagine why I’d be lonely!”

“It’s not like you’re stuck here! You’re not tied to the house, you can go anywhere you want!”

“But it’s my house!”

“Keys, now!” she snapped. “Traffic is already going to be horrendous—”

“All the more reason to stay,” he said petulantly.

“But,” she went on forcefully, speaking over him, “tomorrow’s Saturday, so I have the day off work. If you tell me where my keys are, I’ll come back first thing in the morning. I still need to finish going through all those old boxes in the attic. We can spend the day working on that together, okay?”

“You’re going to drive all the way home only to turn around and come back in the morning? Why not just—”

“Or I could spend the day doing something fun with people my own age, very far away from here,” she bluffed. “Your choice.”

“Oh, fine,” he said, shoulders sagging. “Your keys are hidden in the parlour, I’ll show you where.”

“Thank you,” she said mildly, and followed him into the next room.

As promised, Clara arrived back at her grandmother’s house early the next morning, take-away coffee cup in hand. There had been a moment, whilst she stood in the queue to order, when she’d found herself thinking she ought to get two coffees, bring her ghost a peace offering to smooth over their row from the night before. Thankfully she’d realised how ridiculous that sounded before it was her turn to order, but she still felt strangely off balance as she unlocked the front door and let herself in, like she had forgotten something important.

“Hey,” she called to the empty house, as soon as she closed the door behind her. “It’s just me, no need to go rattling the hinges on my account.”

Her ghost appeared in a shadowy corner of the foyer, smiling at her shyly. “Good morning, my Clara,” he said. “You look lovely today. Have you had a wash?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to ignore the somersaulting of her heart at the way he said her name. My Clara. “Why are you being nice?”

“Because it works on you,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “And because I really am sorry about yesterday,” he added.

“Well, apology accepted,” Clara said. “And I’m sorry I yelled at you. The process of selling this place has been entirely too stressful, and I’m really starting to worry it won’t happen before the property taxes are due,” she sighed.

He ran a semi-transparent hand through the short curls at the back of his head, the ring he wore on his left hand briefly catching the light. “Yeah, about that...”

She winced. “What did you do?”

“The post came early today,” he said, voice even more apologetic than before. “I didn’t open it, but one of the envelopes has a rather official looking return address. I put it on the dining room table for you.”

She left her keys and purse on the table by the door and trudged off to the dining room, unable to contain her groan when she saw the envelope in question. Opening it, she found that he was right: property taxes were due in six weeks, the total even higher than she had anticipated. It was more than she made in a month at her teaching job. Even with the small amount she had stashed away in savings, she would hardly be able to pay it and the rent on her flat, and still expect to feed herself.

“What about the rest of your inheritance?” he asked, sounding genuinely worried.

“I put it all into fixing up this place to sell,” she said.

“Which I’ve made impossible,” he murmured.

Clara covered her face with her hands, trying not to cry and hoping he wouldn’t notice. Yes, he was the reason she hadn’t been able to sell the house to any of the dozen or so buyers who had shown initial interest. But he was also the only one in her life who even knew or cared what she was going through.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she told him honestly, still hiding behind her hands. “If I don’t pay it, they’ll just add late fees on top of that already ridiculously large sum. If I can’t sell the house soon...”

She felt a cold touch drift across the back of her hands, felt her hair stir in a nonexistent breeze, and wished, not for the first time in her life, that her ‘special friend’ was the sort of friend who could offer a hug when she so desperately needed one.

“I don’t suppose there’s a secret stash of diamonds in the attic?” she asked him, only half joking. “Or a map to buried treasure?”

“You are descended from a line of exceptionally adventuresome women,” he replied, voice sounding distant and thoughtful. “I haven’t been up to the attic in years. I don’t know what all is in there, but anything is possible.”

Clara dropped her hands from her face and squared her shoulders, not looking at her ghost until she was certain she wouldn’t spontaneously burst into tears. “Well, let’s hope there’s something up there that will help.”

The attic had never been Clara’s favourite place in her Gran’s house, cramped and dusty and full of ancient boxes that gave off a far creepier vibe than the literal ghost had ever managed to do. But on the plus side, it was also windowless, dim enough that he was able to appear to her in a fairly solid state and even move lightweight objects as though he were a real person existing in the real world.

She had removed the larger pieces from the attic weeks ago, furniture and blanket chests and trunks of old clothing, all sorted through and donated to charity or brought back to her flat, or else restored to the best of Clara’s ability and set out to decorate the house in a manner befitting its age. All that remained were boxes of keepsakes, photographs and journals and old letters, small family things that required far more of her attention to sort through.

Despite the lingering threat of the taxes due, it was a pleasant morning, sitting together amidst the papers and dust, slowly uncovering the history of her family, layer on layer, like an archaeologist digging through levels of sediment. Her Gran had spent her entire life in this house, from the time she was a baby, used it as a homebase during her adventurous youth, married and raised her own daughter in it, and continued to live in it after her husband died. The boxes that littered the attic bore witness to all those many decades.

“Oh my god, these photos of Mum,” Clara said, turning the yellowed album towards her ghost so he could see them, in all their early 1970s glory. “She must have been, what, about fifteen in these?”

“Ellie��s first formal school dance,” he confirmed, leaning in to examine the photos. “With that older boy, I forget his name. Your grandfather did not approve.”

Clara snorted. “Can’t say I blame him. Look at those sideburns. I’m not sure I would have let her go out with him at all.”

“They had a huge row about it, if I remember correctly. In the end, your grandmother took your mother’s side, and she was allowed to go.”

“Why didn’t you ever appear to any of them?” she asked, flipping through the pages and pausing to linger on what looked to be polaroids of a rugby game. “You were here all that time, but you never talked to anyone until I came along?”

He shrugged. “You were the only one that was you.”

“Thanks. That clears it right up.”

“It’s the only answer I’ve got,” he objected.

“I scared the daylights out of Mum and Gran when I told them about you, I was probably all of six years old at the time.”

“Five, I think,” he said quietly.

“God, five. I might have a heart attack if my five year old started talking very confidently about her special friend the ghost that lives at Gran’s house.”

“I seem to remember advising you against telling them.”

“And in all the time you’ve known me, when have I ever taken your advice?” she asked archly.

“Hmm. There was that one time you actually listened to me, about that chap you were dating, what’s-his-name.”

Clara winced, remembering it all too well. “I thought we agreed never to speak of him again.”

“Gladly,” her ghost replied emphatically.

She shook her head, more than happy to dismiss the subject. “As a child it didn’t make sense to me not to tell Mum and Gran about you. You live in Gran’s house, the house where Mum grew up, I just assumed they already knew about you. I mean, why wouldn’t they?”

“I’m not sure I could have talked to them, even if I’d wanted to. And I never did want to.”

Clara turned her gaze to him, studying his face in the dimness. Without direct sunlight, he looked almost human, almost alive, the blue of his eyes and the salt and pepper of his hair appearing so very real, so very close at hand. He still seemed as ageless to her now as he had when she was a child. Ageless and ancient, wise and funny, solemn and sardonic. She thought perhaps she knew his face better than any other, living or dead.

“But why didn’t you ever want to talk to them?” she pressed.

“Why do you need a key to enter the house?” he asked in response.

She felt her eyebrows come together in consternation. “Because the door is locked.”

“But why that key?”

“Because... that’s the key that fits. That’s the key that goes with that lock.”

He shrugged, most of his attention on the page of the journal he’d been perusing. “You are the key that fits. I can’t give you a better answer than that.”

Chapter 2: The Box

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btsjeonjazz · 7 years ago

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New toy II pt.2

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst, sub!jungkook

also some thigh riding

word count: 10.2k

What is a better occasion for some nasty actions than a blackout?

After the incident in the pool at the house-warming party, you had the feeling that Jungkook tried to avoid you even more than before. He turned away when he saw you, went inside every single day you came from work and he played with Cloud in the garden, if Taehyung visited your sister and you, he suddenly had plans and so on. One time you called him as Tae and Mia wanted to order food, but he didn’t pick up ere his friend called and the boy seriously picked his fucking call up! It was frustrating as you thought that you overstepped your boundaries with him, even though he was pretty content as it happened throughout the party.

All of this was a week later and tonight you would stay home, although it was the weekend and your friends decided to go to the club Mia worked at. It was all thanks to your bet with your sister, she had to get Taehyung into being her toy, submissiveness at its finest and despite taking longer than you imaged Mia did send you a video the day after your party. The material contained a tied up Taehyung, sprawled naked on Mia’s bed, a blindfold wrapped around his eyes. You heard his loud moans and as Mia held the camera up she winked at you with a thumb up. She won, and so you had to spent one whole month at home, not partying with your friends.

On one hand it was part of your plan, but Jungkook didn’t try to get in touch with you at all. You had the idea to make him yours as he had to stay home most of the times because of his dog, asking him over or going to his house for some play, but as he avoided every contact it was more difficult. The moment you stepped away from him at the pool was when it turned. You snatched a drink and danced with some friends as you walked back to Jungkook who sat on one of the sun loungers a few hours later. He wasn’t alone and as you laid your hand on his shoulder, smiling innocently at him, he furrowed his brows, wriggling out of your touch.

Fine, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to start in front of everyone, but he didn’t tell to stop either. You guessed he liked the thrill of doing dirty things whereas his friends were around him, but although he moaned, begged you slightly and had an orgasm was Jungkook so different from you, signalling that he felt uncomfortable after all around you.

This night ended with him ignoring you, avoiding eye contact and only talking to his male friends. The attempts of some girls trying to hit on him fruitless, which made you grin to yourself though. But as you lay in the darkness of your room after everyone was gone, the pictures of Jungkook from before ran wild in your mind. The moment you imagined him in the pool in front of you, panting and whimpering made you wet immediately. And so you started to get yourself off, the memories from before your help for the night, and all nights after that.

“Y/n, make sure to put everything that lays in the garden inside!”, Mia called from the corridor, putting her shoes on ere she looked around the corner.

“So overdressed today? Do you have plans after your shift?”, you grinned, straightening yourself into a sitting position as you lay on the couch, phone in your hand. “Or is Tae coming?”

Mia turned red at the name and you really wondered if she developed feelings for her ‘toy’, but her flushed face and all the evenings they spent with each other implied that she seriously began to like him.

“Oh, shut up, will you?”, she seemed annoyed, but a smile crawled onto her face anyway. “Just put everything in, it will be storming tonight.”

You nodded, waving her as she turned back to leave for work before you heard her voice again.

“I sleep at Tae’s today”, and she was gone with the click of the door.

Your laugh filled the living room. She was so predictable, it was funny to watch her, men eater number one liking someone! You were happy for her, wishing that Mia would settle down a little. But before you could think about the chances your sister would have, you heard the thunder a few miles away already. It was the signal to collect the belongings outside, sheltering them before the storm would come. No wonder after weeks full of sunshine and heat it had to rain someday. And so the day came, and for once you were lucky to stay home, cosily laying on the couch with a movie playing as it began to rain heavily.

Lightning and thunder following only minutes after it started to pour down, making you flinch from the loud noises outside. Oh, you hated thunderstorms, foremost the ones which escalated so rapidly like the storm right now. As a child you went hiking with your parents and their friends, it was a nice day, full of laughter and fun, but after the sun set and you were still between the trees in the woods, it started to rain. It started softly, some drops landing on your nose ere lighting lighted up the darkness followed by a deafening sound. You were scared, seeing how you all rushed over the mud, tripping while running. Suddenly you were alone, your parents running away with their friends’ children, but leaving you behind. The thunder got worse as you hid, crouching into the mud ere you held your ears, trying to muffle the loud noises around you. It was a long time for a child alone in the dark before a hand grabbed you, your father, lifting you up as he ran towards the others again. This memories marked you and even today you feared thunderstorms, years after this incident.

Therefore you closed all windows in the house, taking a blanket to curl yourself onto the couch, the volume of the TV too loud.

And then it happened, a fucking blackout!

Whimpering you snatched your phone and hid under your blanket. Why a blackout? A thunderstorm okay, you could just turn the TV on, but thanks to the silence in the house you heard the sounds droning inside the room. You couldn’t call Mia as she worked right now and to pester your partying friends was a stupid and embarrassing idea. Therefore you had only one other option. Jeon Jungkook.

With trembling fingers – you cursed yourself for that – you scrolled through your contact list, searching for his name. It rang and rang and rang. He didn’t pick up, but you knew he was home as Tae was out to see your sister in the club and the lights shone through the curtains before the power was cut off. You tried it a few times, but it was no use, he didn’t want to pick up your phone calls.

You: Jungkook? If you’re home please don’t ignore my calls [10:13pm]

You: I’m afraid and now the power is cut off [10:13pm]

You: I know, I’m annoying right now, but please talk to me as long as the blackout lasts [10:13pm]

Even for you, you sounded desperate. Cursing you tried to muffle the sounds the way you did as a child, hands pressed onto your ears, humming and hid under you blanket. Fuck, you were such a crybaby. After two minutes you glanced on your phone. No response.

“Go and fuck yourself, Jung-”

A loud knock on the front door. Someone violently hit the door, calling your name. Jungkook. You hesitated only for a second before you jumped up, the blanket around your shoulders as you rushed to the front door, tripping over your own feet.

Jungkook was drenched, standing in the rain, his dog sheltered by his strong arms while he stood in front of you. The lightning which was shot towards earth behind the soaked boy woke you up, pulling him by the sleeve of his thin dark pullover inside your house. The blanket around your shoulders immediately wrapped around the boy’s broad one and his small, trembling dog. Maybe two minutes and he was drenched to the underwear, Cloud’s fur wet and curly.

“Oh, god you two look terrible!”, you said, rubbing the material over the boy’s wet hair as well as over the dog who wiggled his tail on his owner’s arms. “Wait a second.”

You rushed upstairs the flash light on your phone lighting your way up. With fast movements you grabbed two towels before you went downstairs again, finding Jungkook and Cloud on the same spot.

“Here”, you handed him the bigger towel to wipe the wetness at least a little. The other one in your hand you took Cloud from his arms. “Hey, Cloud. You look so soaked”, you talked to the dog who was happy to see you, licking past your fingers as you crouched down to rub the cloth around his wet fur.

Jungkook didn’t say a word, but tried to dry his clothes. In vain. You didn’t notice as you dried the dog’s trembling body, telling him how good and cute he was over and over again. This action alone let you forget the storm outside, the sounds only half as loud in your ears now as Jungkook and his fluff ball were by your side.

“It’s no use. Your clothes are too drenched already to rub them dry”, you declared, scratching your neck as you stood up again, observing Jungkook’s sad tries. “Better take a shower and I look for some old clothes from Mia’s ex-boyfriends.”

“It’s okay”, he said, narrowing his eyes to his tight shirt, clinging to his body as well as his sweatpants. You followed his view and had to gulp loudly. His member, not erect, was so prominent under the wet fabric, outlining his underwear and sweats. Not only that, but his state reminded you of the time you teased him in the pool, remembering how you got off the last days from this picture. Arousal made you press your legs together. It wasn’t the best time to get wet now, not as long as you were half afraid and he was so cold and reserved towards you.

“No and you know it. Come on, I won’t try anything again..”, you announced, the boy’s round glasses and the darkness hiding his eyes as you said that.

You heard a sigh ere he moved towards the stairs. “Give me ten minutes then. Cloud come”, he said, voice as reserved as his behaviour the last days. It hurt to see him like this even though you knew how he could be, like the evening as you met in the convenience store, the night Tae and he came over to eat your cooked food or the time in the pool. Therefore you planned to confront him after his shower.

With slow steps Jungkook and you climbed up the stairs, Cloud running behind you. Neither he nor you said a word while you looked for some sweats and a shirt in Mia’s room, the sound of the shower droning through the bathroom door.

You and Cloud cuddled in the dark corridor, waiting for Jungkook to finish the cold shower to give him the clothes you picked out for him.

Here he stood, naked, under your fucking shower. The water was ice cold, the blackout making it impossible to heat up as he leaned against the even colder tiles of the wall, contemplating his choices.

He never would have expected you to call for him, text him so desperately as you were afraid of the blackout which was a result of the storm outside. The thunderstorms were especially heavy in the summer after days of sunshine and unbearable heat. Jungkook had seen it coming as he walked with Cloud in the fields this afternoon, running back home as the first drops signalled the severe weather which made its way towards his home. Taehyung was already out as he entered his house, deciding to stay home with Cloud, the little dog afraid of the noises such storms made.

As he got your phone call he decided to ignore you further, the incident in the pool didn’t let him go. Jungkook was certain that you had interest in him. The times you made a show for him in the garden, as you so lasciviously moved your hips to some slow music while he played with his dog, your breasts bouncing up and down in your way too tight bikini top with those suggestive glances shot towards him drove him crazy that day and was fuelling his whole mind at night. Not even five minutes was he able to watch you, his growing bulge straining the outlines of his shorts and he was more than content that it was exactly what you intended. But as you asked him to help you with the wobbling ladder a few days later there were no doubts that his accusations were more than right. Who wore such a revealing skirt and nothing but a pink thong while ‘cleaning’ the gutter? He wasn’t dumb and if it would have been Taehyung you asked for help, he was confident in that, his friend would have fucked you the time he laid eyes on your display. But not Jungkook, he knew about your obvious tries and was so horny every time he saw you, but his character never let him do things Tae would have done. The first gaze was enough and his cock was as prominent as he watched you dance the days before. God, how you turned his mind upside down!

Taehyung noticed that his friend was out of his mind, blushing and so utterly quiet when he laid eyes on you, but he knew that every fucking tip of Tae’s was not how he would react. The try was awkward enough whereas Jungkook walked home with you one night. Oh, this night.. You kissed him! And after that his brain didn’t function anymore. It was too late for him to turn back now. He seriously got a liking on you, his mind always flooded with pictures of your being. Half naked, dancing, hips swinging from side to side.. and your smile! Jungkook was fucked. After the kiss he began liking you! You, who he knew looked for someone to play with and he didn’t want to be the one being toyed with. Not after developing more than friendly feelings for you by now.

Ah, he swore it to himself. But it was ruined only a few days later. The weekend of Tae’s and his house-warming party, to celebrate their new home together. He was nervous, seeing you closer in nothing but your tight bikini, laughing – melody in his ears – dancing and having fun with his friends made his cock twitch. The moment you hugged him as a greeting his dick began to grow as it was the first time he touched your bare skin, feeling your warmth and smelling your sweet perfume. Even know, thinking about the time, let his dick inflate, the cold water helping only a bit to repress his growing erection. Jungkook shouldn’t be thinking about you right now, although it was your shower he stood in. With all his might he tried to shove the thoughts about the incident inside the pool to the furthest corner of his mind. Failing.

You stood so fucking near him, hands on his chest as he jerked off in front of all his friends. And by god, it was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. If not the best by now. Thrilling feelings running through his veins, the thought about being seen was such a turn on for him, but the thing which drove him nuts was you. He could see how aroused you got, cheeks flushed and legs pressed together. Yes, it was exhilarating until it ended. You made him come, talked dirty to him with your pretty lips and he felt as if he was on cloud nine, thinking you gave him a chance to get closer to you. Hope rising high as he finished off, your hands pulling his swim shorts up. Jungkook’s mind was fogged with hope, happiness and fear at the same time as you separated from him. Your next words kinda hurting him. Disgusting. That’s what you said. And right then he knew that you wouldn’t give him a chance as a man, no, more as someone you looked down to. The icing, you telling him that you wanted to do such humiliating things to him more often! Jungkook was furious. Why did you do such things if you thought about them as dirty and disgusting? It made no sense.

This was the reason he started to ignore you. He had to make up his mind, was he ready to be toyed with by you? How deep was he into you? Or was it just your body he wanted? Attention? But attention as in relationship attention? Should he tell you his insecurities? Unfortunately he had no balls to confront you about his feelings and the pain your words caused after he had come for you.

Sighing he splashed the cold water in his face. It was time to step out, the few minutes he stayed under the prickling ice were enough for him to make the decision he prolonged for the last week.

A creak signalled you that Jungkook was ready to receive the clothes you had brought for him. His hand was already dry as he opened the door only ajar, his hand slipping through to grab the shirt and sweatpants from you. You didn’t hesitate as you gave him the clothes, Cloud squeezing his small body through the chink of the door, leaving you all alone on the dark corridor. The loud noises droning back to you as you were alone, sitting across the closed bathroom door, seemingly nervous until the dark haired boy appeared in front of you again. Hastily you stood up, arms hugging your upper body because of the nagging feeling of fear inside your mind.

“Thanks for being here”, you whispered, the thunder drowning your said words out.

“No problem”, his voice was louder than the storm, your heart racing a little at his voice full of repressed anger. Slowly, but steadily you began to regret the action in the pool. Maybe it was really too early to start things, but why hadn’t he said a word of negation then?

You started to walk towards the stairs, your legs a bit cramped at the thought of the confrontation you had planned out as he stood under the shower.

“Let us talk about..last time”, you finally announced as he sat down next to you on the couch, his view focused on Cloud ere it shot towards you at your words. Why the hell were you so nervous? Was it fear that he would deny that he had fun? Or that he saw you the way you didn’t want Jungkook to see you? Like a psychotic exhibitionist for example. He didn’t say a word, waiting for you to start whatever you wanted to say. Inhaling deeply you collected the right choice of words. “I’m sorry about last time, Jungkook. Seriously! I just thought you had fun, maybe even feeling the same way I do. Not romantically and so on, more like”, you looked for a good word, “the thrilling feeling of an adventure. But I guess you don’t see it the same way I do.”

Jungkook listened to you, eyes sliding over your face, the apologize in your orbs sincere. It was silent a moment, except for the roaring storm outside. Tensed you waited for him to respond, but he just sat there, his dark eyes unfathomable as he looked at you.

“Please, Jungkook. I really was sure you wanted it as much as I did. Just don’t leave me hanging like this”, you said, eyes locking with his.

“Y/n..”, it was nothing but a whiff. His hands reaching for his glasses to put them down on the coffee table, rubbing some remains of water out his eyes.

“Come on. Tell me if you thought about it as dirty and wrong or whatever you were feeling about it. But don’t ignore me, please”, you knew how desperate you had to sound, but it was the truths. Jungkook was a nice guy, his personality golden and if you had hurt him with your actions you wanted to make it better. “I didn’t want to offend you.”

Jungkook just stared at you, not believing you seriously thought that he was offended about what actually happened, not thinking about your choice of words afterwards. It was time to sort the things out.

“Listen”, he began to speak wherefore you straightened your back, stressed what might be his next words. “I was comfortable with what we did inside the pool. Even though it felt strange to do it in front of everyone of my friends, but it’s not what you did. But what you said after I finished for you.”

You heard pain through his angry voice. Confused you tried to reconstruct the event, the missing puzzle of the scene coming back as you went through the day again. How dumb were you? I wasn’t how you treated him whereas you two were so intimate but after it. It seemed to be exciting to make such naughty actions, but the words you told him afterwards were the problem. Never had you even thought about offending him with those faked words.

“Oh god, Jungkook, I’m sorry. Why haven’t you told me that I insulted you with my words? You seriously had to draw the line as I said it to you”, you said, hands dropping down to his thighs in an attempt of guilt. “Don’t ever ignore me again, but open your mouth if I do something you despise, got it?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed to your hands, the moment you laid them on his clothed thighs giving him goosebumps.

“Yes, it was offending and seriously did you really think it was disgusting? Because you reacted not as if you thought of it as that”, Jungkook said, his voice trailing of from being angry to hurt even more by now.

“God, no!”, you escalated. “Who would think of someone so unbelievably hot as you as gross? I said it as part of the game, but no frigging way was that serious. You have to believe me, Jungkook. I would never, not in my life, think that anything I do to you or you do is sick. It’s the opposite. You turn me on with everything you do. Even now through my fear and tension am I aroused by looking at you, thinking of you how god damn sexy you are. You won’t believe me if I said I make myself come every night picturing you in front of me like you were in the pool..”, you stopped yourself. You definitely went overboard with that confession, but you were in a hast to make it clear to the boy that you slipped your secret.

Jungkook’s chocolate dark eyes widened, the candle to lightened as you went downstairs flickering inside his pupils. You were sure to see relief and.. arousal?

“You get off while thinking about..me?”, his voice was a whisper, not believing your words and as your cheeks flushed you were content that it was more than a ‘yes’ could ever mean. “W-why?”

Perplexed your eyes shot towards his, your hands squeezing the boy’s thighs at his word. Didn’t he see what a perfectly, undoubtedly hot guy he was? You bet girl stand in queue to get a taste of his toned body and those round, innocent doe eyes.

“You are crazy”, you said, shaking your head while laughing. “Are you blind or just unaware?”

Jungkook bit down on his lower lip, his view flying over your body, shortly and fast, but you noticed anyway. “I’m too shy.”

You scoffed, clapping your hands together which made Cloud jump up. “Sorry, Cloud”, you said, sliding further to Jungkook who waited for you patiently to say something. His eyes ran wild through the room as you closed the distance. “I don’t say this to make up for my hurtful words last time”, you declared, kneeling on the couch only a few centimetres away from his tall body. The thunderstorm outside your house was loud, rain clashing against the facade, but thanks to the dark haired boy with the round glasses your mind was distracted enough to blend every other noise out of your head, except for his breathing which slowly started to rise with every centimetre you slid nearer to him.

“You are with metres of separation the hottest living guy I ever touched and saw my entire life, Jungkook. How can you not see how all girls want your attention? At the party I had to shut up over a dozen of girls who were chatting on how to get you!”, you told him and this was the dark truths. He was yours. Not a bitch had the right to get in your way and that you made clearer than glass to every girl who snickered and told someone how attractive and cute Jungkook was. Yours. The end. No discussion accepted.

Jungkook’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down at your words, the tightness not getting unnoticed as you looked down at his crotch. What had made him that turned on? Not your words right?

“I-I’m sorry”, he tried to hide his erection, but you grabbed his wrists, your gaze locking with his.

“Don't”, you whispered, your thumbs tracing over his wrists to make him relax. “Be honest, Jungkook”, you said, voice now steady and serious to underline the situation and your next words. “Do you want us to..sleep with each other?” Words too nice for what you really wanted.

His eyes got darker, the light of the candle turning his face into soft shades, orbs filling with uneasiness and lust at the same time ere he nodded.

“Say it, Jungkook”, you demanded.

“I want us to..fuck”, he responded shyly, the word 'fuck’ only a whiff.

Your heart started to race. How could this evening turn around so much? First you nearly shit your pants, Jungkook and Cloud staying with you ere you confronted him with his strange behaviour. And now he was horny only by telling him how attractive you found him, good, maybe it was the confession that you masturbated to his appearance, but here he was, flushed cheeks, hands fidgeting and eyes running wild around your candlelight illuminated living room.

“Would you let me play with you? With your body, to be more precise”, you asked, your fingers tardily tracing up to his arms which were covered in goosebumps. His skin was burning and you hoped he would let you touch him further, but this time with some conditions. “Tell me.”

He followed your movements, mouth slightly agape. “Do you like me?”

It was a question you weren’t prepared for. Did you? Like in love, no. But you wanted him.

“I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want a relationship right now, but I want you. More than anything”, you sighed, letting the words out as gentle as you could, but the expression on his face was unreadable. Jungkook only nodded again, contemplating about your words ere he answered you to your relief.

“I want you, too”, his voice was a little reserved, but ere you could say anything he leaned forward, his warm lips pressing down on yours. Not so delicately as you thought he would kiss, more possessive as if your words switched something in his mind.

You let him have his share of dominance. He moved his lips on yours, heavily and you tasted the same sweetness as you did before on the porch, this time without eating a chocolate cake, but his lips tasted as sweet as if he had. Such taste didn’t come from the mini cake, but from Jungkook himself. And he tasted to delicious, you could get diabetes just by kissing him some more, like getting addicted to sweets. Despite his sweetness was his kiss not as tender. You let him be, he should be relaxed for what you wanted to do, so you leaned in, kissed him back ere you felt his hands cup your face to deepen the movement of his mouth on yours.

“W..wai”, you mumbled, or you tried to mumble, but he only pressed harder, your breath starting to hitch and god, you wanted him so fucking much, but you also wanted to play some more. “Wait, Jungkook.”

A frustrated gruff escaped the panting boy as he separated his face from yours, his pink mouth hanging above your own.

“You have to tell me when to stop, okay? If I say something too harsh or you feel any kind of discomfort, got it? I already told you, I love to use your body for my own pleasure, Jungkook, and I want you to obey me. It’s not that you can fuck me, but I fuck you.” You grazed his lips shortly with your own. “And you have to earn rewards from me. I won’t strip my clothes off because you want it to, but you have to do whatever I say. My conditions are clear. I give as much as you are submissive and do what I say.”

“But, can I sleep with you?”, he asked, his eyes never leaving your lips as you spoke to him.

“Earn it, Jungkook”, you said, the serious tune of your voice still present as long as he hadn’t agreed or denied what you wanted and was ready to offer him.

“I will make you senseless by the time I’m allowed to”, he said quietly, his eyes shooting up and you felt how his words turned you on.

“What will you do? Say it, Jungkookie”, it was time. He agreed. Your heartbeat was fast, now it was time to start playing for real. All fronts clear which were important to discuss, toys and so on would come later. And so did testing his limits.

“If I sleep with you, I will do it properly”, he responded shyly, but you only shook your head. Not the answer you wanted to hear.

“Another try”, you said, hands rubbing over his biceps up to his neck where your fingers tapped the nape of his neck whereas the other stroked over to his abs.

“I-I will fuck you senseless, y/n”, his words were weak, shyness spreading through the room, but his answer was enough for now.

“Can’t wait for it, Jungkookie. I bet you can do it after we trained you for that”, you smiled at him, suggestively biting your bottom lip. “How about we start our 'training’ today? And if you’re a nice boy you can ask me something in return.”

A hasty nod followed. He was eager getting started you felt it as your hands slid down onto his crotch, his cock fully erect by now. You didn’t know what else, despite his looks, made you crazy about him, but he drove your mind wild. A blur inside your head whenever you looked at his cute face with those big brown eyes.

“Strip off your clothes, Jungkookie”, you purred close to his ear, the hair on his arms standing high again. Oh, you could kill just to get a glance at fully naked Jungkook on your couch, his cock so ready for you to sit down, but your wouldn’t. Yet.

Jungkook stood up, his shirt laying on the ground the moment he straightened his back and what you saw let your jaw drop to the bottom. His back screamed 'BOYFRIEND’. Broad shoulders, toned muscles lining his back and you could see the outline of his backbone you wanted to slide down with your fingers. And so you did. With racing heart you got behind him, near his body as he faced the darkness. The candle flickered while you stepped forward to lay your hands on his broad shoulders, the boy flinching at your sudden touch.

“Relax”, you whispered, fingers softly roaming over his upper back, slowly down to his spine to the hem of his sweatpants and up again. His skin reacted directly with a huge amount of goosebumps, the boys breath stuck in his throat as long as you peppered his skin with your warm touches. As you finished the excursion you turned him around, looking up into his face which was too high for you to reach, so you pulled it down, pressing your lips on his briefly.

“You’re not finished”, you said, sitting back down to watch the 'show’ of him getting undressed. Blushed cheeks and a nervous view traced through the room, everywhere but on your face. His shyness made you grin wherefore you coughed slightly to get his attention on your face. “Look at me while you strip that pants off.”

Gulping the dark haired boy obeyed, his dark eyes which reflected the soft light of the burning candle locked with yours, the tension laying beneath his lust filled orbs. You smirked, cocking your brows up as he didn’t move and while you tilted your head and were about to speak up, his hands moved down. His thumbs glided under the hem of the sweatpants, a bit shaking while he pushed them down hastily, not a spurt of joy in his motion, sadly. You wanted him to make it lascivious, seducing you with his being, but it wasn’t the right time, not yet. Body athletic, trained to perfect proportion he stood there, eyes narrowed to the ground again, leaving yours for just a speck of a second before it shot up again. Good Boy.

“Sit down, Jungkookie”, you invited him to you, a hand tapping on the space next to your own. With heavy steps he followed, his thick length leading the way. You noticed the darker hue on his cheeks, making you bite your lower lip. He still was so innocent and unaware of what he did to your own body, because you felt the signature tightening of your core as Jungkook stood on your porch, wet to the bone, his thatch leaving drops on his now dry, naked shoulders.

You had to find a way for the attractive guy to chill and leave the tension which cramped his limbs. Therefore you leaned your side against the rest of the couch, gaze focused on Jungkook who tried to hold yours, failing as his orbs wandered up and down your body, a silent wish speaking out of his view. He wanted you to strip your clothes as well, but that wasn’t the plan for the night, but a bit of a relaxation you could give him anyway.

“What do you want from me, Jungkookie? And be precise”, your voice was a quiet whisper, tune hidden with so much meaning and promises letting the the boy inhale loudly.

Stuttering he fidgeted in his position, trying to conceal his erection as to why you slapped his hands away. You shook your head, eyes telling him to try and he wasn’t getting anything, so you held his wrists softly, not allowing him to hide or touch himself.

“Answer me!”, impatience laced your voice, making it sharper for him to notice how serious you were.

“I..”, he began, chewing on his bottom lip, the perfectly situated mole underneath showing. “I really want to see you, too, y/n..” His voice was meek, so quiet you had to listen closely to understand him.

“And I wanted you to be precise, Jungkookie. No specific request, not getting me, got it?”

Jungkook’s eyes got wider, if that’s possible, as he looked at you, his lips getting darker by the minute as he violently bit down on them, a sign how fucking nervous he really was just to tell you what he wanted. And this he would have to tell you, too ere he could put his cock inside.

“I want to see your breasts, so bad. After the time you showed more skin inside the pool, I really wanted to touch them, fondle them and make you moan with that. So please, y/n, show me y-your breasts”, he whined a little while speaking as you leaned forward massaging the soft flesh of his stomach, his abs twitching under your palm as your hand slid lower. “P-please..”

Inside you cheered, lust filling your body at the state of his voice, his reactions to such short touches worth every minute you spent with him. You definitely were horny now wherefore you started to grant his wish, sliding further away from Jungkook to tug at your shirt. Slowly, making him shift in his seat you pulled on your tight t-shirt until it let your bare breasts spring free. Nipples red and erect from your turned on state you stood up to step in front of Jungkook who watched your naked torso out of even bigger eyes, doubt and lust filling them.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n”, Jungkook’s voice was laced with awe and excitement while you did what you had planned from the beginning you laid your eyes on him the first time.

“Will you let me do anything, Jungkookie?”, you spoke softly as you leaned down, hands tracing over his thick, solid thighs up to his cock which you grabbed in your hand to squeeze it. Jungkook reacted immediately, head shot forward, doe eyes watching your motion while a small hiss escaped his lips. He felt utterly different from the time you touched him inside the water. So thick, pulsating and hot under your palm, the skin softly as you saw a vein lining from his shaft up to his tip. Your mouth watered and you had to resist the urge to get on your knees and taste him, because he looked too delicious and tempting. You bet he tasted sweet, chocolate like his personality and lips, his cum the icing with some saltiness to intensify the sweetness. Gulping you bumped him hard, pressing down with some force as to why Jungkook started to moan your name quietly, the sounds he repressed the last time.

As abruptly as you started you let him go, a disappointed sound leaving his open mouth. “How often do I have to tell you to fucking answer me? Touch yourself then”, your voice was ice cold, heat repressed even though you wanted to suck him dry right there.

“No! Y/n, I-I’m sorry”, his voice showed the desperation he felt. “Do whatever you want with me.”

“Mhm”, you faked scorn, eyebrows pulled up high. “Better respond right away, the chances decreasing my good Jungkookie.”

Jungkook whined, he hadn’t thought that you would seriously be that strict, he saw how hard your nipples were from your own arousal, so why waiting?

“Promise”, he whispered, hands getting closer to his lap as time went by. The naked boy was so ready, his cock twitching from time to time, showing you he had no control with your bare chest so near.

“Want to touch them?”, you asked watching how Jungkook’s gaze lay on your mounds, his mouth wide while the first part of his fingers reached his cock. “I bet your hands fit perfectly around them.”

A hasty nod, the dark hair jumping up and down. “So perfect, y/n. Please let me.”

You contemplated if you should let him, but shook your head a 'no’. “Better you watch as I touch them while you touch yourself, Jungkookie. It turns me on if you show me how you like to be touched. Show me what makes you go wild.”

The expression on his face told you he wasn’t so sure about that, but did it anyway. And as his first lazy stroke pulled the skin back and forth you saw how he started to enjoy his own touch. You held your promise so you knelt down between his bare legs without laying your hands on his skin although you really wanted to squeeze his solid flesh. Instead you straightened you back so he had the perfect view; you, kneeling in front of his cock, bare chest and started to stroke over them with both your hands. Jungkook liked his lips, you could see how much it turned his shy self in a hungry beast, his hand now enclosed around hi erection, movements getting faster as his other hand supported his body while he sat straight to see you fully. You on the other side switched from his lust filled eyes to his throbbing dick which was constantly bumped up and down and back. He was so eager as you began to fondle your own breasts, played with the soft skin around your hard nipples, stroked them before you started to take your red cherries between your index finger and thumbs, rolling them softly while small mewls fell from your wet lips.

“Y/n, you’re the sexiest girl I ever met”, brave Jungkook said, his eyes focused on the way you rolled your nipples between your digits. “Mewl again, p-please.”

Perplexed your gaze wandered form his crotch to his face, his eyes now laying on your lips which you pursed into a suggestive smile, showing him your teeth ere you wetted your bottom lip, knowing he followed your move. Then you pressed down on your nipples, feeling a tight pain which made you moan again, this time louder. The excited boy tuned in and let out a quiet, way darker moan and closed his eyes shut. His hand now furiously stroking his length and you were pretty content it was difficult to slow down when your 'crush’ was doing lewd noises. You felt him while your own juices dripped down your shorts, coating your panties with the glistering fluids of your libido.

“I like if you’re vocal, Jungkookie. Don’t hold back”, you commanded, voice traced with lust and you saw how he opened his orbs, diffidence the main feeling again.

“I-I’m not sure.”

“Do it, Jungkookie!”

With that the body leaned back, his hand squeezing his cock while the other slid down cupping his balls. Oh, the boy likes his balls fondled, you thought and loved the way he let his head lean against the rest, but his dark oculars still focused on your actions, biting his lower lip again. You thought that it had to be a darker hue by tomorrow. The view Jungkook presented you made your knees weak, your own arousal steadily growing until you panted only by watching him jerk his dick so close to your face. Massaging your breasts and pinching your red nipples didn’t help and you bet that if he touched you, you would explode right away wherefore you couldn’t wait to get off after he left in a few hours. The sticky panties getting pretty uncomfortable.

And then you heard it. A guttural sound filling the room, dark, hungry and so deep you flinched. Jungkook’s orbs lay on your chest, his fist squeezed so tight around his cock that his knuckles plopped up white. Slowly, careful not to spill his cum he stroked over his twitching dick, pre cum flooding out his tip – you really wanted to lick it away, but had no chance – and used as lubrication. Slick sounds mixed with his feral moans began to drone to your ears. That’s what got you going, finally. It was erotic music, a melody so lewd and arousing that you felt your libido flowing down your clenched pussy over your legs. Jungkook’s howls were the sound you had dreamt of, wishing every man had such a melodious voice, but only the dark haired boy was able to make your sober mind drunk with what fell from his red, swollen lips.

“Fuck”, a whiff of a word reached you. “I’m so close-ah.”

“Slow down then”, it was a command, weak as you were not able to tell him such a demand stricter, you were too aroused.

He did as you said, the slow circling around his shaft getting even tardier until slow motion lead his pace. Good boy. Jungkook listened so well if he was turned on and waited for your next command, breath stuck as you stood up from your position, fingers falling to your sides.

“Spread your legs further, Jungkookie.” Your previous plan should be the next step.

Lasciviously you swung your hips while you stepped closer until you stood between his spread wide thighs, your warm hands sliding up and down his thick legs, the skin so soft but solid under your touch. He tensed his muscles as the typical goosebumps formed on the surface of his skin from your skin on his. “If you moan always like this you will get so many rewards, Jungkookie. Your voice is worth everything.”

Jungkook nodded, confused what you planned next, his fingers tugging at his own balls, rolling them softly in his hands as he watched you, your chest even closer to his face that he had to swallow hard. Even harder though was his cock you almost touched, it looked to fucking good that yours eyes were drawn to his crotch. But that’s not what you had in mind. Therefore you resisted the urge to help him come and positioned yourself over his right thigh, your fingers now touching his hips as you sat down, never leaving his face. It said too much, represented his mind fully; lust, excitement, confusion and his signature shyness deep inside his brown oculars.

“Ever had a girl which was aroused by looking at your thighs?”, you asked him teasingly, pinging his sides playful ere you stood up again, getting rid of those annoying shorts which felt wrong for your next actions. “I guarantee that every female human on this planet is jealous about what I will do now, Jungkookie.”

“W-what?”, was all he said, too distracted by your newly exposed skin. The panties revealed not as much as a thong, but shaped your ass rounder and showed enough from your soft flesh that Jungkook had to lick his lips to wet the dryness. The dark thatch narrowed he tried to get as much in his view as possible, the urge to touch you, stroke over your skin was too much he had to lean back again, the hand on his cock not moving, afraid he might spurt out his seeds on his stomach immediately.

“You heard me, Jungkookie. Your thighs cloud my mind”, you said aloud again waking him from his heavy breathing trance. His bare, toned chest which was slightly tanned rose high and fast with every breath he took. The boy’s cock throbbing, pre cum pooling white on his tip as well as sweat flowing in small, salty droplets over his chest. Your fingers traced them, feeling the heat radiating from his skin under your fingertips. Oh, he was close and your were content that your future actions would make him come faster than he liked.

You positioned yourself on his thigh again, knee near his crotch while your hands lay flat on his muscular chest. Licking your lips you leaned into him to get better access with your own clothed folds on his thighs. Your bundle of nerves was tensed as you started to rub yourself on his leg, Jungkook’s eyes shot wide with disbelief.

“Y-y/n..”, it was one of his darker moans, goosebumps forming on your skin this time. “You drive me insane.. I come right away if you start to move..” He whined, his cock twitching with every word as he looked at your body on his, hips pressing down his muscles to feel friction on your clit. It made you mewl to which Jungkook growled again.

“Then stop touching yourself if you’re afraid to come. I don’t like to say this, but you won’t last a minute in my tight pussy if you struggle even now.” Wrong. But you wanted to tease him, challenge him with your sharp words and it worked. The boy glanced at you perplexed, turning into determination that you were utterly wrong in your accusation.

“Try me”, he mumbled, a form of courage you didn’t now he had in him. You smirked, you would challenge him, maybe it was the first step now, but he would beg if you finished all sorts of things you imagined to do with him.

Then you began. Holding onto his chest and shoulder you started to roll your hips down his thigh, feeling the much needed touch on your clit which was burning from the lack of attention even though you were so turned on that you had the feeling you would come if you seriously started to move onto him. But that wasn’t part of the idea. The thing you wanted to achieve with thigh riding was that Jungkook got more confidence, saw you the way you saw him and maybe even came without further touches which was the ultimate turn on of you.

“You feel so solid under me, Jungkookie. Your thighs are perfect to ride them!”, you cheered him on, eyes staring down onto his erection as you jumped up and down his leg, breasts dangerously close to his pleasure contoured face, his cheeks flushed, sweat running down his face, his dark hair clinging onto his skin. Blissfulness was the main feeling you made out of his dark eyes, lips agape again as he watched you, his orbs following your motions in awe.

“I can’t hold back any longer, y/n”, Jungkook whimpered, the sentence stretched out into a moan. “You’re too damn hot – fuck – for me..”

A grin turned the edges of your lips upwards, the tightening lust in your core starting to loosen and you had to be careful not to spill the peas right away. Your hips pressed down his thigh, clit twitching as it was ready to release you out of your libido built cage. But your mind wasn’t. First Jungkook, maybe some other time you.

“Am I turning you on that much with a little action? Is touching you like this too much?”, your voice mocked him, grin vanished as you cocked your eyebrows up, movements stopping – it looked part of your attitude, but honestly you had to stop or your stimulation got the upper hand.

“You’re torturing me, y/n..”, he whined again, weakly this time. Jungkook looked ashamed, his eyes laying on his crotch. “One stroke and I spill my cum.”

Your mouth watered at the thought, it was tempting to reach down and see if he told the truth, but instead you grabbed his hands which tugged at his balls ere you started to circle on his thigh again. Your juices flowed over onto his skin moments ago, but now you were spreading them all over his tones leg, the boy’s breath stuck as he heard what you were doing. Jungkook couldn’t hold back anymore. You were too much for him and so you moaned, breasts bouncing heavier, a show extra for the dark haired boy who wanted to come so bad.

“You won’t come until I say so, got it? My saying, Jungkookie”, you reminded him, tilting your head as a new mewl fell from your open lips to which Jungkook’s cock throbbed even more. It had to hurt wherefore he touched his balls a few minutes ago. “Or you have to beg.”

With that you pressed down again, clit on fire, but you had training in holding back. It wasn’t the right time, not today. Therefore you let his wrists go, gripping down onto the spot in front of you, centimetres away from his crotch next to your fingers. Your hips dug deeper, and with every new roll the boy’s eyes closed shut. Stretched moans ringing in your ears you smiled, he was such a good boy for you and the perfect new company, but too proud to beg you what you would change if you played with him some more.

A sentence and he was freed from the pressure of his tightening balls. You leaned down, licking a stripe from his neck to his ear the saltiness of his sweat on your tongue while biting softly on his earlobe. “Come for me, Jungkookie. Show me how much you got. I want to hear you again”, you purred quietly before you sat straight again, circling your hips for some nice friction, not as violently as before but enough for a bit pleasure.

“F-fuck”, Jungkook moaned again, voice deep as his hand reached down to his pulsating cock, the tip slightly swollen and red, same nuance as his lips which he had violated to obviously from his lust. “Y-y/n..ah..”

Feral his body twitched, muscles starting to tense, making you cry out as your bundle of nerves was pressed hard, shaking you. Jungkook’s abs flexed, his hand stroking mercilessly over his dick, the pre cum lubricant again ere you heard a loud sound coming out his chest and white spurts landed high on his torso. The first streak over his abs up to his nipple, the next two smaller, landing onto his stomach while a few droplets flowed down his fingers. The knuckles turned outwards, white as he squeeze the last remaining drops out his cock, his breath uneven, hitched with every rising of his bare, toned chest. Flexing muscles were too much wherefore you stood up, panting like hell.

“Eager and willing, just as I like my boys”, you smirked down on the panting mess under you, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks pink from exhaustion and release drawing lines down his tanned upper body. You were more than ready to jump on his still erect cock, making this event pleasurable for you, too. But it wasn’t that easy for you, so your body dropped down next to the heavy breathing guy who just had one of his best orgasms, you were pretty sure the best.

“Fuck, I’m beat”, he growled, arms hanging to his sides, no strength left in his tired bones. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he evened out his panting decreasing the heavy rising of his chest to a normal state after minutes went by. Neither he nor you said a word, enjoying the silence.

Silence! The storm seemed to be over, soft rain pattering outside the house and on the roof, a calming sound after the huge thunderstorm raging just an hour ago. You hadn’t even noticed that the riot was over as you and Jungkook did some naughty actions inside, by candle light, not that romantic though. Your face turned upwards seeing that Jungkook’s dark orbs lay on you, not on your almost naked body, but on your face, a small, unfathomable smile on his swollen, dark lips.

“Thanks for the company, Jungkook”, you said, voice just a whiff, the own exhaustion leaking out of your voice. “I didn’t expect you to stand on my porch to be honest.”

Jungkook’s smile deepened to his signature bunny one, his teeth pearly even in the flickering light of the nearly burned down candle. Why did your heartbeat increase? You shook your head slightly, narrowing your own eyes to your lower body. He was irresistible, his smile killing your confidence around him.

“No problem. I’m glad that we made up, y/n”, his voice was a deep whisper which caused the hair on your neck to get up. Okay, it should be enough for now, your mind a blur.

“Me, too”, you also whispered, head slowly rising again to meet his gaze.

If it weren’t Jungkook you would’ve thrown yourself on him. His brown eyes, so dark reflected the soft light, mouth agape, bottom lip so plump from chewing on it, his face looking as if he just had the best sex in his whole life while the white release glistered in the flickering flames. A knot formed inside your throat, taking your breath away as you focused on the boy next to you. His toned, perfectly shaped body the capstone which turned your head into a wild mess.

You cleared your throat while standing up to get something Jungkook could wipe off the cum with. “I get you something”, was all you said, rushing through the darkness of the corridor. Violently you tried to kick the upcoming thoughts out of your head. Toy, nothing more!

A cloth in your hand you walked back to your dark haired neighbour and new toy who sat in front of the couch, his dog cuddled at his feet. Fuck. You had totally forgotten the small, white dog! Ashamed you ran your free hand through your hair. Pets shouldn’t witness the intimate moments of their owners! Never!

“Here”, you handed him the cloth. “Is Cloud okay? I mean, we didn’t give him any attention though..”

“He’s fine, laid behind the couch the whole time”, Jungkook wiped off the remaining, dried up cum. It was so sexy how he collected his own pleasure, abs flexing under the cold wetness. You bit down your lower lip again, unlike Jungkook you were totally turned on even now.

Relieved you stepped closer, crouching down to stroke over the small fluffy ball at his owner’s feet. As always he felt silky under your fingers and you smiled happily. Then you snatched your t-shirt, pulled it over your head and so did you with the shorts. Jungkook copied you and in a few seconds you both sat on the couch again.

“Everything’s fine now? I mean, after last time you were such an asshole. Ignoring me and so on”, you giggled, nudging his arm. Too much, y/n, you reprimanded yourself.

“All good. I tell you if something’s up”, he assured you, arms crossed over his clothed chest ere he looked out the door of the terrace. “Seems like the other houses are already with power again”, he said wondering why yours didn’t work. “Let me check the junction box for a second.”

As he left you curled up, pulling the blanket over your body, tiredness making its way inside your bones. You closed your eyes and behind them darkness turned into light. Perplexed you opened them again to see Jungkook coming back up into the living room, a proud grin spread on his lips.

“Tell me that I’m the best”, he moved his long legs to you, lifting up Cloud and standing there ready to leave. “Guess as the power’s back I can leave you alone again”, his voice showed signs of disappointment while he scratched his neck.

“You know that Mia stays over at yours, right?”, you asked him, not wanting him to leave yet. “She has plans with Taehyung.” With wiggling eyebrows you made clear what you meant with 'plans’.

“For real? Not again!”, he was annoyed just thinking about them starting their bizarre games who can scream louder, forgetting that there was another person living in that house.

“Then stay over”, you shrugged your shoulders, enough space was given and blankets you had plenty. “Could watch some TV if you want. Also do I want to cuddle with Cloud.”

Jungkook was lost in his thoughts. Here he sat, on your couch, wrapped in one of the blankets you had handed him before you snuggled up to Cloud next to his tall body. You decided to watch some late night TV shows and after an hour he hadn’t heard any sound from you anymore. Jungkook realized you were deep asleep, the white dog cuddling up to you.

It all happened too fast tonight. He had no chance to confront you, but your answer was glass clear.

’I don’t want a relationship right now, but I want you’

Now it was his choice. Was sex – it wasn’t even sex as in feeling you – enough? Or was there more behind your stone wall you built around yourself? Of course, he had an explosion of an orgasm, but what got him going weren’t the words you said, but you.

A small sound fell from your lips and Jungkook had to repress a chuckle.

Ah, fuck it!, he thought, you were worth it. If it was just playing with him, okay. If it turned out having the best highs he had ever had, even better. Then so it should be. He braced himself for your new ideas or crazy plans and as his heart beat faster he was content that his secret would never be allowed to see the surface. It would ruin the time you spent together.

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shadowsong26fic · 7 years ago

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Coming Attractions!

No, I did not forget to do this! ...exactly...

I am super late again this month—buuuut I wanted to wait until I’d posted the delayed Precipice chapter, so.

Fanfic:

Precipice:

Sorry, sorry, sorry for all the delays in the last couple of updates—the last two weekends were super-busy, and then last week ended up being slammed at work and my brain just went pfft. Anyway, there will be another update this week/weekend (probably Rex and Leia), and I’ll hopefully meander back on schedule after that.

And I finally finished Commander! \o/ It was a fun arc. I’m very fond of that arc. But…yeah, it’s a long one, particularly given that very little in-story time passes. (Seventeen chapters to cover one very eventful week…)

So, yeah. Lessons is going to be a much quieter arc, something along the lines of Homecoming in terms of content/pacing. Resetting ourselves, establishing our new patterns, etc. Leia starts getting trained, Luke starts helping Mamma at work more, and bonding with Lavinia/actively being the human ray of sunshine he is. Probably Winter will turn up, too. I’m going to try and focus more on the Coruscant/Imperial Center thread this arc, particularly since Commander was so heavily about our Jedi friends…anyway, I’m guessing this will be a relatively short arc (8 or 9 chapters), and not much Drama/not very Plot-heavy. Other than Infernalis introducing himself. (He’s a lot of fun—there’s a bit I have half written where he’s all “yeah, I know Sidious is using me, but a) that’s what sentients do; we use each other and b) I’m using him too and c) I get to do ALL THIS AWESOME SHIT. So I kinda feel like it’s worth it.” Like…I don’t write unapologetic/Always Chaotic Evil/for the LULZ villains very often, but Infernalis is in that mold.)

Also! As of this Thursday, I will have officially been posting this behemoth for a whole entire year. I’m going to do a bonus fic (I’ll probably put up a prompt call post later tonight or tomorrow), and I’m hoping to commission art as well, either a full cover or one or more arc covers (for completed arc(s)). [Eventually, I probably will want ALL of the covers (i.e., main title/all planned arcs); but that’s a long range project because lol budget.]

ANYWAY if you have any specific requests for bonus fic and/or are interested in getting paid to draw pretty things/know someone who does this kind of thing and is open for commissions (since I do not know how to draw pretty things), let me know!

Distaff:

I FINALLY CONQUERED THE OPERA HOUSE \o/ ::throws confetti::

...heh.

Anyway, yeah. So, that’s moving again! Next chapter should not take nearly five months to come out, as it’s a lot less…mmmm…I’m trying to figure out how to word it. The Opera House was hard, because—look, it’s kind of dumb; Anakin is being really really dumb, we make fun of that scene for a reason, but it’s also one of if not the most important scenes in this entire arc? In terms of what Palpatine’s trying to do, I would argue that it’s even more of a key moment than the final revelation in his office some indeterminate time later, after Grievous is killed. Or, at least, it’s a bigger risk—once he gets Anakin past this point, the next one will come much easier.

Plus, you know, having to figure out an alternative Sith Legend™ to throw at her, since Plagueis doesn’t really apply. And Palps’s hand, so to speak, isn’t quite as strong as it is in canon (but, I mean, we’re talking if canon was, like, a straight flush, in Distaff he’s playing four of a kind or a full house; so still almost certainly a win). So there’s all of those factors to consider, too. (Also, it was his POV, which is…a fun headspace to get in, let me tell you, internet. Although whining about that at my ever-patient roommates did lead to me nicknaming him Skeev Palpatine which honestly I’m surprised I hadn’t thought of sooner.)

Buuuuuuut anyway. I make no promises for exactly when the next chapter will be out, but it definitely won’t take quite so long. Should be sometime this month. Fingers crossed, anyhow.

Masks:

…blaaaaaaaaaaaah. I don’t want it to die. I really don’t. On the other hand, I’ve got a whole lot of other projects ongoing, plus RL and all, plus I’m still having trouble getting into ANH!Vader’s head, so…ehhh, IDK. Essentially, I’ve decided that this is really super back-burner for the time being. Possibly I’ll do it in AU Outline form at some point, if I don’t manage a proper update, but for now, it’s on a vaguely-defined “if my brain cooperates” hiatus. I am (probably) locking canon for it as of TFA (meaning it won’t be as much of an In Spite of a Nail AU past that; and more just an…AU AU, if that makes sense?), though, because I like the plot I have. Though I reserve the right to change my mind on that after TLJ. Anyway, I’ll probably stop talking about this one (unless I use one of the spinoff versions of it as an AU Outline or something) until I actually write/post more.

Auxiliaries:

Update will be up very soon! Not a direct continuation of the last bit I posted, because I’m still working on that, but still something! (Ahsoka is involved because I love her.)

AU Outline:

…yeah, I dropped the ball on this one again. It was going to be the Mask of Zorro/California Gold Rush AU No One One Person Asked For, but I need to sit down and watch Zorro again to put that together, and I haven’t gotten around to that. Also, Ventress and her Tiny Time-Travelling Conscience were speaking to me. …well, less them and another thread of that same AU, plus a couple unrelated AUs... Anyway, I’m going to try and put something up sometime in the next couple days. It’ll probably be the continuation of the Ventress and Luke one but we shall see.

Original fic:

…yeah, I didn’t actually write any this month, lol. I’ll do better in October.

Miscellaneous Other Things:

[In a generic list format because why not]

- Epic Crossover RP OF DOOM! I’ll keep posting snippets from time to time, because it entertains me. And my RP partner and I think we’re funny/clever.

- NaNo is coming up next month! I’m probably going to do the same thing I did last year—set myself an ambitious Total Word Count goal for the month, rather than focusing on a single project. Possibly give myself a list of projects to choose from; probably set a minimum amount that must be on original work/not fanfic. More on that when we actually get close, probably.

- I’ll probably do another Open Question Night sometime halfway through the month, because those are always fun.

- …should I do something Special for Halloween? (Like I did holiday bonus fics for Mother’s Day and Father’s Day?) If I did, what would y’all want to see?

Goal Lists:

September Recap:

1. Keep up with Precipice updates.--not so much

2. Opera House.--FINALLY \o/

3. Another Auxiliaries snippet--missed

4. Work on Masks--missed

5. Another crack outline--missed

6. Update Lux and Farglass Cycle archives--someday I will actually do this

7. At least 5k on projects that are not Precipice--not quite, but I think between half-finished snippets and 3k worth of Distaff text I churned out, I got to like 4k or so?

8. At least 15k total on any/all projects--Not quite, no.

9. At least two pieces to Rainbowfic.--Nope.

10. Put some text down on something publishable.--Nope.

October Goals:

1. Keep up with Precipice updates.

2. Update Distaff.

3. Update <i>Auxiliaries.</i>

4. AU Outline--Mask of Zorro fusion and/or continuation of the Ventress one unless something New and Exciting comes up.

5. At least two pieces to RF.

6. Update the Lux and Feredar archives.

8. Write at least 15k total, at least 5k must not be Precipice

9. Write at least 10k on Precipice (bonus fic counts, meta/answered asks do not)

10. Put some text down on something publishable

#coming attractions #miscellania #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong writes crossovers #shadowsong cowrites stuff #shadowsong writes original fic #shadowsong26fic

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those70scomics · 8 years ago

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MistyMountainHop’s That ‘70s Show Fanfic that Never Was: #9

A few years ago, I wrote a partial draft and outline of a One Difference story, but other stories stole my creative attention. I’d held off from sharing this one here because I thought I might finish it someday, but that seems highly doubtful now (I’m working on several other stories I very much hope to post).

Remember, first drafts are just that: first drafts. I revise a story a lot before I post it on FFNet and AO3 (which is one reason why I take longer to put out new stories than other people). Beware clunky sentences and other strange, first drafty things (*lol*).

And now, without further discussion, I present...

PUBLIC ACCESS aka One Difference: Hyde Doesn't Pass Out (at the Beer Warehouse)

August 18, 1979 Point Place, Wisconsin The Pinciottis' Living Room

Jackie and Donna finished off their joint. The smoke hadn't made Jackie feel better about Steven's absence, and being surrounded by the tacky décor of Donna's living room didn't help matters either. Aqua and silver belonged at the bottom of the ocean together, as a rusting hull of a ship and the water surrounding it. They didn't belong in a house. Donna was going on about starting a rock band called the Sandy Sandals, but sand reminded Jackie of dirt, and dirt reminded her of Steven. She'd given him an ultimatum, either he proposes or she leaves for Chicago to start a life without him. He had until noon tomorrow, seventeen hours from now, but as each minute ticked by, her heart sank lower and lower in her body, like that silver ship. Rusting and rotting at the bottom of the sandy ocean. And now she was back to Steven. “You know,” she said, “I thought if I really put myself out there he’d see how much I love him and say yes right away. And then when he didn’t, I thought, 'Okay, well, maybe he’ll take a couple hours and then say yes.'” She frowned, even though it would give her frown lines. “But now I think he’s only taking so long ‘cause he’s gonna say no.” Her heart plummeted to her knees. “Donna, what if he says no?” “Jackie, if Hyde says no, then you and I get a van,” Donna said, smiling, “and the Sandy Sandals tour America.” A thick candle was lit on the coffee table behind the couch. She took it and gazed into the flame, but she replaced it on the table when hot wax dripped on her hand. “Anyway, men are stupid. Eric knows who I work with at the radio station. There's no Kevin. He should've realized I was trying to make a point by saying I had a date tonight. But at least I hurt him a little, like he hurt me a lot by deciding to go to Africa without even talking to me about it.” “Men are stupid,” Jackie said. “Steven has the most beautiful, talented woman on the planet wanting to spend the rest of her life with him, and all he can do is say, 'I don't know'? Idiot.” “Well, helloooo, toots!” Eric said. He was at the hallway door, and he stumbled down the one step to the recessed living room. “Back from your date so soon, huh? Used to be you had to buy a girl dinner if you'd want her to ...” he gestured at Donna, “slide all over you, moaning like a ghost.” Jackie and Donna share a disgusted look. Then Steven stumbles down the step and bumps into Eric. “Outta the way, Forman.” “Steven?” Jackie jumps up from the couch. Donna stands up behind her and says, “Okay, you know what? I didn’t have a date, but I should’ve.” “Wait, so you lied?” Eric says, and Steven looks unsteady on his feet, like he's about to fall over. Jackie pushes Eric out of the way, and Eric crashes to the floor. But Jackie doesn't care. She supports Steven, who's swaying on his feet. “What happened?” Donna goes to Eric's side and helps him up. “They're drunk-a-duck. Daffy Duck. Wascally wabbits..” Eric says, “And you're high.” Donna giggles. “Yeah.” Jackie, though, thinking about Steven then seeing Steven, has sobered up a bit. “Drunk?” “Jackie,” Steven says, “I gotta tell you somethin', Jackie … but first, I gotta get on the floor.” “What?” Jackie says, but Steven's already on his knees.

He lies down on his side. “Wait, this is no good. Gonna fall asleep.” He pushes himself back to his knees. In the corner of the room, Donna has sat Eric down at the Pinciottis' round white table. They were discussing something, a little too loudly, but Jackie did her best to block them out. Steven was taking off his sunglasses. He tossed them onto the floor by her feet. “Jackie,” he says, looking up at her, “I'm freakin' wasted.” “And?” Jackie says. “I was in a beer paradise, man,” he says and grabs Jackie's left hand. “Hills of booze stacked on top of hills, but I left it for you.” Jackie's heart starts to lift from her feet. She wasn't sure if what was happening was really happening. Her breathing was short, and her head was already in a daze from the circle she'd had with Donna. “And?” Steven says, “I quit drinkin', too, when something finally sounded right to me.” “What sounded right?” Jackie says. Steven is playing with the fingers of her left hand. She doesn't know whether to love it or hate it. “I'm gonna be Mrs. Jackie Hyde.” “Excuse me?” Steven swayed again on his knees, and he held onto Jackie's hand tightly. “But I also gotta say this: fuck you for giving me an ultimatum. You pissed me off…” his words were slurring together, and Jackie fought to make them out, “but then I thought about you never pissin' me off again, and I hated it. So...” He inched closer to her on his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs. His cheek pressed into her thigh, and his eyes shut, but a wide grin slid over his face. “I'll be your wife.” “Oh, Steven...” Her fingers dipped into his curls, and she considered tugging on them really hard until he sobered up and proposed to her properly. But who was she to judge? She was high, and the aqua walls were undulating like waves to her eyes. Steven hugged her legs tighter. “Screw Chicago, Grasshopper—” “Grasshopper?” both Donna and Eric said from the table. “Shut up and talk about Kevin,” Jackie said, but she and Steven clearly had an audience. And, for some reason, Eric's pants were down by his ankles and exposed his boxers. “We've already established there's no Kevin,” Donna said. “And we can't shut up and talk at the same time,” Eric said. “Whatever.” Jackie refocused on Steven, who was looking up at her again. His bleary eyes were pleading with her. “Will you still feel the same way when you're sober?” she said, not that he could answer this truthfully until he actually was sober, but she had to ask. Steven says, “Yeah. I love you...” his grin returns, “Beulah.” “Aww!” Donna and Eric both say, and Jackie's heart soars into her chest. Steven had called her Beulah, her despised middle name, and Grasshoper, his pet name for her. He knew who he was talking to. “Where's my ring?” Jackie says. Steven says, “Some store … somewhere. Oh, but I got this beer wrapper I could put on your wrist.” He disentangles one arm from around Jackie's legs and rummages around in his jeans pocket. “No, that's fine.” Jackie helps Steven to his feet. “We'll discuss rings and wedding plans and everything in the morning—after your hangover wears off.” Steven's arm slinks around Jackie's shoulders, partially to support himself. She walks with him toward the hallway, light-headed from the smoke and Steven's drunken proposal. “But know this: if you try to back out of the engagement tomorrow, you'll never see me again.” Steven stops her then and envelops her in a hug. “Not gonna back out,” he whisper-slurs in her ear. “And quit freakin’ threatening me, all right?” Jackie's pulse tightens. He considers her abandonment of him a threat. He'd said this to her before, when she'd broken up with him at Christmas. “No more threats,” she whispers back, “as long as you're committed to us.”

“God help me … I'm committed,” Steven says. “Should be committed to the nuthouse, but I'm committed.” “Good enough,” Jackie says. Then, excitedly, “I'll be your straight jacket of love!” Steven's lips land on her cheek in a clumsy but warm kiss. “Wouldn't have it any other way.”

June 5, 1981 Point Place, Wisconsin PPTV Cable Access

Jackie's sitting at her desk, for the opening segment of her public access television show. The studio's bright blue sign hangs on the thick, black curtain behind her. As usual, Donna's manning the camera. Eric's waiting in his section of the studio, and Steven's on audio, playing music and special effects and the like. Donna had given him a quick lesson in using the soundboard—since she couldn't be both the cameraman and the soundman. During the summer, Jackie has a half-hour show every Friday night. She, Donna, and Eric each earn a half-credit on their college transcripts by doing this show. The University of Wisconsin-Madison looks kindly upon students with initiative and creative drive. And Steven helps out because he loves Jackie. This is their second show of the year (of their second season), but by the fan letters Jackie's gotten in the show's P.O. Box in the last week alone, their watchers are back. Usually, she ends her show by reading a letter or two and answering it, but today she's making an exception. “Hello, Wisconsin,” Jackie says, even though their show reaches only the citizens of Point Place. A letter is in her hands. “Tonight, I'd like to open the show with a letter I received from Nancy H:

“'Dear Jackie, when are you and Steven setting a wedding date? You've been engaged for two years now. Get married already and make a zillion babies.' ”Oh, and look, she dotted her eyes with hearts, like I do. Thank you for your letter and question, Nancy.” Jackie glances over at Hyde, who's sitting at the audio mixing table, out of view of the camera. He nods his approval at her, though he'd already given her the okay her earlier in the week. Jackie says, “I'm pleased to report Steven and I have finally set a date! I graduate college in the winter of '83, and we decided to have a Spring wedding in '84. Yes, it may seem like a long time from now, but once Steven put this on my finger,” she shows off her engagement ring, “he wasn't getting out of the engagement—except on pain of death. And believe me, I would make his death very painful.” A man's scream blasts out of the speakers at the foot of Jackie's desk. Steven's humor. “Oh,” Jackie says, looking directly at Steven, “you'd sound much worse than that.” Steven laughs, and Jackie fights not to laugh, too. This was regular banter between them. Steven. The morning—well, afternoon—after his drunken proposal to her two years ago, he proposed to her again, sober, without prompting. It was the first thing he'd done after his pair of aspirin kicked in and took away his hangover headache.

He’d said, “It's gonna take you more than two years to get me writing thank-you notes and speakin' French … but you got 'em. Jackie, I wanna live my life with you, man. Even if it sends me to a padded cell. 'Cause the future I see without you...”

He’d shaken his head, and she understood. He didn’t like what he'd seen, just like she'd been terrified of what her life would turn into without him. But neither of them had to go down that road anymore. They were fully committed to each other now, and each day they had together proved they'd made the right choice. And her fans seemed to think so, too. They knew, among other things, of her ups and downs with Steven. Discussing her life had become a vital segment on the show, and after she pulled herself together from Steven's laughter, she launched into the story when Steven caught her trying on a wedding dress at the mall. “You should have seen his face when he saw me,” Jackie said. “I thought he was furious, but he was in awe of my beauty. He blurted out as much, and I told him of my—our—wedding plans. We'll be having a flock of white doves flying overhead after our kiss.” Jackie reached beneath the desk and pulled out a photograph pasted to stiff, black card-paper. She'd cut the picture out of a bridal magazine, and it depicted the scene she envisioned. “The sun will be setting behind me so I have an angelic halo, and—” “I shut her in the dressing room and walked away,” Steven said. He was standing beside her now, behind the desk. He must've sneaked on camera while she was distracted. Talking about her wedding usually did that to her. “Should've stopped you from talking a more fun way.” She turned to him. “Yes, you should ha—”

Steven bent down toward her, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her. And he was still kissing her. She waved at Donna to cut to the next segment. Sometimes, a make-out with one's fiancé took precedence over stardom.

~ERIC'S POV~ Eric's annoyed that Hyde abandoned his post to shove his tongue down Jackie's throat. Doesn't he know they were in the middle of a show? Now Eric has to hum the Star Wars theme song instead of the actual thing playing on the speakers at the foot of his mini stage.

We get how Eric was recruited for the show. How it's affected his self-esteem with fan-mail. How Jackie's revealed too much of his private life with Donna.

~FROM THE OUTLINE~

--MAKE THAT GIRL CRY is also a segment on Jackie's show that she and Hyde do vs. other couples. So it's not just girls but guys, too. Hyde and Jackie are the champions at this, but the enticement is that anyone who can make Jackie or Hyde cry wins a prize. --Over the last two years, Jackie has shared her personal life on the show during her opening monologue, and the theme of the show always follows what she'd shared. So her audience knows all about her ups and downs with Hyde during season 7. She's also discussed Eric and Donna's relationship. --When Eric came back from Africa, Jackie recruited him for her show. She wanted to reach another demographic, the geek demographic. So Eric got his very own Geek Corner where he reviews movies and toys. Jackie comes on at the end of his segments to give her opinion. --Ever since Eric's segments started, Jackie's gotten fanmail saying how cute Eric is. She's also gotten fanmail about how foxy Hyde is and how hot she herself is. One letter she's got was obscene but nothing that ended up dangerous. No follow-up letters from that particular viewer, but Jackie was advised to keep that letter on file just in case. --After Jackie announces her engagement, the quality of her letters becomes different. There are lots of congratulatory letters saying how perfect she and Hyde are for each other, but then she gets a batch of weird, unexpected letters about how fans thought she and Eric had something going on. One person writes a twenty-page diatribe going through everything Jackie's discussed about her relationship with Hyde and how bad he is for her. That she and Eric should really go out at least once to see if there's anything there. At first, she thinks this is ridiculous, and Eric thinks it's disgusting. Hyde thinks it's hilarious, and Donna just dismisses it. But once Jackie gets that diatribe letter, she goes public. In her opening monologue, she addresses the people who think she and Eric should be together. She explains frankly what she thinks about Eric physically, how she's never been physically attracted to him and why. And she also invites Donna and Eric to discuss how in love they are with each other. This is responded to by several disturbing letters. One says how Jackie can't be physically repulsed by Eric because she loved his shoulders in a groom's tux while she was in a wedding dress. Jackie responds to this, saying how the fan misinterpreted her story about wedding shopping—”Let's get this straight, people—I went shopping for Eric and Donna, not with Eric.”

Jackie goes onto explain that she was impressed with her own tux-choosing abilities, that she could give bony, no-shoulders Eric the illusion of shoulders. She wasn't attracted to Eric in that tux or to his fake shoulders. She was turned on by her own skill. And when she and Eric posed in the mirror together as bride and groom, she was imagining Steven.

ERIC chimes in, saying, “And I was imagining Donna... and admiring my shoulders.” Jackie says the most important part of that day was when Steven spotted her in the wedding dress and blurted that she was beautiful. She knew then they'd someday get married, and even during their break-ups last year, she held onto the awestruck look on his face when he stared at her in that dress.

Jackie says, “So get it out of your crazy minds that I have any romantic feelings for Eric ‘Eww’ Forman. No mater how much you want it to be true, it's simply not true. Steven is the love of my life. He always has been and always will be.” Afterward, Eric says she did a nice job, but did she have to add the “Eric 'Eww' Forman” bit in there?

Jackie says yes. She has to get it through to that niche of fans that she and Eric were never a thing and will never be a thing. THEN Jackie gets a manuscript in the mail. It's several hundred pages long and bound together in a binder. In it, Hyde stayed at the beer warehouse with his friends, and Jackie ran off to Chicago. Hyde went after her, only to find her with Kelso in a seemingly compromising situation.

In the manuscript, Hyde assumes the worst, like he did with the nurse (yes, Jackie revealed this on her show), and he goes to Vegas and comes back and marries a stripper named Sam. Donna becomes best friends with Sam and is horrible to Jackie.

In the manuscript, Jackie is distraught and writes Eric a letter about all that’s happened. Eric is disgusted with Donna and breaks up with her in a letter. Then he and Jackie begin a torrid love affair through letters. Jackie read through all of the manuscript, disgusted, and tosses it to Hyde. Hyde is miffed at the content. He says he'd never do shit like that. Jackie says she knows.

Hyde says that assuming the worst about Jackie (and sleeping with the nurse to break up with Jackie) was the worst mistake of his life, and he'd promised both Jackie and himself he'd never do it again. Hyde's shame is brought up again, and Jackie reassures Hyde she knows he didn't sleep with the nurse out of lust but out of pain and anger.

Hyde tells her to stop, that she shouldn't be defending what he did -- or comforting him about it. She says she isn’t defending it -- or him -- but that she understands his motives and trusts that he’s learned from his mistakes.

Jackie wants to burn the manuscript, but Hyde says Forman and Donna need to read it. Jackie is all right with this. They read it, and Eric is gags at the Jackie/Eric romance, especially the sexy bits. Donna can't bring herself to read that part. Jackie, furious, goes on the air. Her monologue consists of a ten-minute make-out with Hyde. She tells Donna to move the shot close on their mouths. Donna does. Afterward, Jackie says, “And that's my opening statement” (which her usual sign-off for her opening monologue each show). During Eric's segment that show, he and Donna are shown making out, too. That segment ends with Jackie walking on, saying, “And this concludes today's Geek Makes-Out with an Amazon segment.” The show’s fans have gotten rowdy. They start showing up at the station during filmings. They consist of both Jackie/Eric fans and Hyde/Jackie fans. They show up with signs. The fans are people obsessed with Eric, Hyde, and Jackie separately and together. Security is called to disperse the crowd, but not before someone shouts at Donna, “Eric’s too good for you! You’re such a bitch to him!” Jackie is surprised so many people find Eric attractive. “I mean, Eric? He's disgusting.”

Eric says, “I'm right here!”

Jackie says, “I know! I guess there are fetishes for everything, from huge-footed redheads to skeletal, twitchy, spidery-fingered men.”

Hyde's impressed by Jackie's burning ability, and Donna tells him not to encourage her. Jackie goes through her letters, and she gets one that's about how awful Donna was to Eric, and how perfect Eric is and why. Donna snatches the letter from Jackie's fingers. Donna says she bets that crazy “fan”-stalker who wrote the manuscript also wrote this letter. She says that this person idealizes Eric and demonizes her because that fan is obsessed with Eric and refuses to see reality. “I'll fix that,” Donna says. “Jackie, I need a favor.” Donna gives the day's opening statement, and she goes on air angrily defending herself. She points out all the times Eric was an ass to her, and all the times she was great to Eric. Then she says, “But, no. All you want to do is see me as a bitch because that way, you can dismiss Eric's imperfections. He is not the perfect man, people. He's perfect for me, but he's human and flawed like anyone else. And—” Eric chimes in, saying, “Donna's not the devil or a bitch. Yes, she has a temper, but more often than not I've earned it. I had these antiquated views on gender that she's had to snap me out of.”

He gives examples of his chauvinism. He also explains how her father raised her with the idea that women were the “lesser gender” and that Donna's always had to fight against that, and that Eric sometimes repeated her father's offenses.

Eric admits he did that because he's had a tough time feeling like a man, and Donna's strength used to make him aware of his weaknesses, but he's since realized that her strength doesn't diminish him. In fact, it makes him stronger, inspires him to be better than he is. Donna, totally turned on, says, “I love you!” And they start Frenching. Jackie moves the camera away from them before she throws up.

#That 70s Show #Jackie x Hyde #Eric x Donna #Jackie Burkhart #Steven Hyde #Fanfic that Never Was #Special #Fanfic

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