#and only one or two pavillions feels kinda small after a while

[nintendont2502]

Keep seeing videos of all the big cons over East and like... man. Why did I have to live in the state that has fucking nothing

Don't get me wrong I *love* the small local cons we have here they're so well run, they're really in touch with the local community (*especially* the creative- they're all focused mainly on the artists and local performers and idols and game devs (which could be me soon - id kill to show a game at a local con) and shit which is great) and they arent overcrowded but. God the vibes of PaxAus or Oz Comic Con (the over east versions, not WAs (aka one of the worst cons we get here)) or the fur cons over there is just,,, it's something I *need* to see. There's so many people! It's so fucking huge and the vibes are *incredible* and god I need to move over east or ill die. Actually.

[demonsofhunting]

"An angel's wings" aka a very fluffy destiel one shot

Summary: ( if such a short thing even needs one XD ) Cas is worried about showing Dean his wings and Dean tells him otherwise by being incredibly cute.

Warnings: fluffy fluff, comfort, just Cas being insecure about his wings

Words: about 1400

A/N: There it is! It's just a little one shot but I had so much fun writing it and I hope you guys will like it and it's not that bad! <3 Enjoy!

Every angel has wings. Big feathery wings, glowing and strangely beautiful. Surreal. Sometimes they're just like a creeping shadow that seems to come out of the dark behind the back of the vessel, sometimes they unfold with such an explosion that thunder is rumbling and lightning flashes over the sky. Even when the angles die, their wings are beautiful. Unfolded and spread around their dead body, some lovely feathers still falling to the ground.

It's magical.

It's unique.

And sometimes it's pretty intimidating.

Cas always loved flying. He loved the way it feels when he's diving into clouds and the wind blows through his hair. He loved to play with his brothers and sisters when he was young, too. They always used to chase each other over the sky.

But now everything is gone. Cas doesn't fly anymore. He can't.

His wings are broken and damaged, but they're still there. He always watches out not to step on them when he has to walk on his feet now, and in the beginning of his time as a fallen angel it was pretty rough for him not to tip anything over. Sometimes he still has some issues with it, but he tries his best. He's happy to be down here, even if he sometimes misses heaven and the other angels so much that it hurts. But he found his new family, disfunctional, broken and small but beautiful in its own way. A family that accepts him with all his flaws and isn't constantly trying to change him. It feels so damn good.

The Winchesters, they love him.

Dean loves him.

When Cas is with the elder Winchester, everything is okay. He knows that it was the right decision to give up on his full powers. His family is worth to lose his wings. Dean is worth it, oh he's more than just worth it.

Cas just loves it to be close to Dean in any way that's possible. He shows his affection and care with little soft touches that must feel like the wind blowing over a wide, wide field. When Dean is hurt, he rests his hand slowly on the wound, taking them both the time they need. He touches him with his wings often too. Whenever he walks past the green - eyed hunter, his angel wings are flowing gently along his side. Cas doesn't know if Dean notices, but sometimes he could bet he does. There's something about the way his face shows first confusion and then the adorable smirk that Cas loves so much.

Until now Cas was too afraid to ask him about it. To be honest, he's kinda embarrassed.

The only times Dean saw his wings they were either full of rage and anger or the dead cold wings of a dying angel.

Dean normally can't see them anyway. Humans can't see them in general, even though Cas sometimes wishes that they could - that Dean could - just to show them some affection. It feels like hiding something from his boyfriend, and that's a strange feeling which confuses Cas, but he doesn't want to push it. Their romantic relationship is still new to both of them, and they don't have to rush. He knows that.

So it comes that he is surprised as Dean simply asks him about it. It's around midnight and Cas is sitting on his bed, just staring at the pillows and thinking about all and nothing at the same time, his hands playing nervously with the textile of his trench coat. Suddenly, his head flows up when he sees a familiar silhouette at the open door frame.

"Cas, you're awake?" a deep voice asks carefully. Cas nods first, then he realises that the other one can't see him doing that in the dark.

"Hello, Dean. Yes, I'm awake. I don't need sleep, you remember?" he answers with a mild smile and a little tilt of his head.

Dean runs his hand through his hair. He looks down to his feet and chuckles.

"What?" Cas asks, confused.

"Nothing. It's just...I love you Cas, you know? I don't have to explain why I want to be at my boyfriend's at night."

This must be some human term. Cas nods even if he has no clue what Dean is talking about. Sometimes he's talking a lot of weird stuff. He calls that 'telling jokes' or 'making puns,' and Cas is working hard on it. One day he'll get them for sure. He only needs practice, Dean always says.

"Come in,"he tells Dean with a kinda awkward wave to his side. Dean steps inside and sits down next to Cas on the bed. The angel can feel his warmth through the material of his trench coat, and suddenly it's like he forgot how to breathe correctly.

"What were you doing?" the hunter asks, looking straight into Cas' eyes. Cas could count all the freckles on Dean's cheeks from this perspective. He's so beautiful.

"Nothing," Cas tilts his head a little, "I was just thinking...about you."

There it is. The grin.

"Really?" The elder Winchester licks his lips and strokes his fingers gently over Cas' face.

Cas doesn't answer. Instead he just leans forth and gives Dean a long and passionate kiss. Dean kisses back, his hands running trough Cas hair.

They feel safe around each other. Loved. It's wonderful, and Cas never wants it to stop, although it's him, who pulls away after a couple of time. They're breathing heavily, and Dean can't stop grinning: "I love it when you do that, hot stuff."

Cas smiles. "I know you do."

Then he kisses him again. This time it's Dean who interrupts their kiss and whispers in Cas ear: "I want to see your wings, Cas. Please."

Cas freezes, his heart is beating like it wants to jump out of his chest.

"What?" he stutters.

"Your wings," Dean repeats, his eyes soft and full of love for his angel,

"Can I see them?"

Cas looks back at his wings, which are unfolded and are almost touching the ceiling of the bedroom. He's nervous, and they're vibrating because of the stress that comes with it.

"Sure," he says but his eyes are full of worries. Dean notices it and grabs his hand softly. "Hey, it's alright, you hear me? I won't freak out. I love your wings like I love every inch of you. You're an angel, Cas. I know that. I'm not afraid, to be honest, it's hella awesome to have a boyfriend that I can call 'angel' while actually telling the truth with that. That's a great bonus. Makes me love you even more."

Cas chuckles, but he's still kind of insecure. Dean looks at him, patient and curious. Cas breathes in and out, deeply. He closes his eyes.

Then he reveals his wings.

Now that they're visible, feathers are flying down from above their head and are landing softly on the bed around them. One of them falls on Dean's head, and they both laugh as he pulls it out if his locks.

Dean's face is lighten up from pure excitement, his eyes are wide and bright. "Whoa, Cas," he blurts out, "They're awesome!" What a compliment!

Cas cheeks immediately turn red, and he tries to hide behind one of his wings without hitting Dean in the face with it. "Thank you, Dean," he mutters flattered.

"You don't need to thank me for pointing out facts, love," his boyfriend says, a cute smile on his lips, "Your wings are fucking spectacular! Nothing to worry about. I would love to see them more often."

"R - really?" the angel stutters, pulling his wings slowly away from his body and lifting them over their heads. Now it looks like they're both under a pavillion, feathers in the colour of fine snow falling down. It's strangely romantic as Dean kisses Cas again, touching the tips of the angel's wings next to him carefully.

"Really," Dean mutters between two kisses, his hands playing with some of Cas' soft feathers.

"I love you, Dean," Cas says as they are lying in each other's arms the next morning after a long night full of cuddling and kissing, Cas' wings wrapped around them, spending them warmth and comfort.

"Love ya too, Cas," Dean says and snuggles closer to his boyfriend.

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Aaaand that's it! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit I will love you forever! <3

Feel free to tell me if you found mistakes, too. I know that this is far from perfect. :D

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[quillreflections]

Title: Electric Blue

Chapter: 4

Series: Yugioh GX

Pairing: Chazz/reader

Are you hiding, somewhere behind those eyes?

The clock on your dorm hall chimes loudly, snapping you from your reverie. Damn, had you really spaced out again- homework is so boring.

You look over at the smaller clock on your desk. Dinner hours are mostly over; although Obelisk does, naturally, have the best cafeteria on the campus, near the end of eating hours they stopped restocking fresh food. Going now wouldn't guarantee anything good to eat. . . your stomach growls, and you pull back the window curtains slightly. It's raining, too.

Guess it's another night of vending machine dinner.

You tug on your tattered raincoat and dig out your old umbrella- you always have to shake the thing around until it'll finally open- and shove a handful of loose change into various pockets before heading out.

Although it's a school built by Kaiba himself with the intention of training up elite duelists, the academy is still populated by teenagers of all kinds, with different tastes and schedules and limited access to the mainland- as a result, in addition to each dorm's personal mess halls, there are vending machines all over campus. The ones in your own dorm are all full of snacks, so you've gotta hike through the rain until you reach the nearby pavillion.

You splash through a few puddles on your way as you saunter up out of the mud and onto the concrete slab, ducking under the overhang before tugging your hood off and trying to force your umbrella closed. The stupid thing clicks and clacks and gets stuck halfway. What else is new.

With a shrug, you just set the umbrella down and turn to the long row of vending machines against the wall. A couple of them offer ramen- that one over there has the best burgers on campus- there's some still stocked with ice cream even though it's getting colder-

Seeing the cold desserts makes you realize that you're kinda chilled, and you shiver a bit. Maybe you should get a hot drink too. Fishing back through your pockets for change, you decide on a few of the burgers and sandwiches from one of the cheaper machines. You can afford more of them, and take them back to the dorm to keep eating later.

From behind you, you hear a loud splash, followed by a string of swears. You turn to see Chazz, of all people, on his hands and knees in a puddle of mud.

Chazz tries to haul himself back to his feet, but he slips again; there's rain dripping into his eyes, and he swipes at the mud on his face with the back of his sleeve, and then suddenly there's a pair of sneakers stepping into his view. The rain stops, at least over him. He looks up, and you're smiling down at him, holding the umbrella over the two of you.

". . . how are ya, Chazz?"

"What kind of question is that, [Name]."

You laugh and offer him your hand. He barely hesitates to take it, letting you pull him back to his feet, neither of you minding the mud smearing on your uniform too. He lets you hold the umbrella over his head as you both walk to the pavillion. As soon as you're out of the rain, he strips his blue coat off with a heavy sigh.

"Maaan, I was doing well keeping it so clean, too."

You laugh and go back to picking your dinner. "Don't worry about it- the other day I saw another guy spill his dinner all over his, and he's still got stains-" Your first burger drops from the machine, and you reach to grab it, wincing at how hot the box is. Nice. You put change in for the next one.

Chazz watches you deciding on a second sandwich while he walks up to a different machine. ". . . are you seriously eating vending machine food for dinner?"

"Listen, by the time I got to the dinner hall, there'd be something like five minutes left, and the food would be cold. Why bother with that when I can get all this hot food for less than five bucks?"

He stares at you oddly for a moment longer. "You're kinda strange, [Name]."

"You think I'm cute anyways, Chazz."

You're only teasing, and he knows it, but his heart races into overdrive despite that. He- he was pretty sure he'd always been subtle about how he felt- you're just joking- the machine in front of him dings, and he whirls to face it instead, so that you won't notice how red his face is turning. He sticks his hand through the small panel and grabs at his food; with your arms full of small cardboard boxes, you lean over his shoulder, curious.

"What's so good that you came all this way in the rain?" You glance up; there's a bunch of pastries advertised on the vending machine, and they all look good.

When he turns back to face you, Chazz holds up his dessert and unwraps it so you can see. It's shaped like a fish, and steaming in the chilly autumn air. It smells fantastic too, like a fresh pancake.

"Oh my gosh, that's so cute- uh, what is it?"

He chuckles as you lean closer to look at all the small details. It even has scales-

"They're called taiyaki." He emphasizes the word. "I. . . used to get them with my family, back when we'd all go to street festivals together. They're always filled with something good; traditionally it's bean-based, but I don't think they have any of those here, since we have so many international students." He shrugs before taking a bite. He lets out a grunt when it burns his tongue a bit, and when he pulls back, you can see the filling inside the rest of the little cake. "This one has custard."

You lick your lips at the thought. It's so cute, and it looks like it tastes fantastic- setting your stash of boxes down on a table, you dig for more change, only to find that you're fishing through empty pockets. You sigh. "I guess I'll have to get one next time. Aw man, it looks so good though!"

Chazz watches you restack your dinner so you can carry both it and your umbrella. He stops chewing and swallows the bite nervously. "Do you. . . I dunno, d'ya want some of mine?" Your eyes light up, and he can feel his face flushing, although he hopes you'll attribute it to the fresh dessert. He holds it out to you.

You grab his hand to hold it steady while you bite into the taiyaki, and the first thing you notice is that his skin is so soft to the touch- and then the taste hits you, and you practically melt. It does taste like a pancake, and the custard inside is warm and has a hint of vanilla. After you've taken your first bite, you lean forward for another. He lets you, but pulls it back before you can have a third.

"Damn, [Name], if I'd known you'd do that then I wouldn't have offered." He smiles though, and you laugh around the bite in your mouth.

"Thanks anyways, Chazz." You look over and back in the direction of Obelisk Blue. It's still raining. "Let me walk you back to your dorm?"

He frowns a bit. "I'm the guy here, y'know- I'm the one who should be offering-"

"Yeah, well, I'm the one with the umbrella, and you're the one in the mud-stained uniform coat."

He let you walk him back.

[lilastronautt]

Tight Shorts and Spaces

Summary: You meet Jungkook in a bookstore, sort of. Apparently he’s seen you around quite a bit, and he’d like to see you more, if you would only spare him more than just a moment to say hi in passing. But when the two of you find yourselves trapped in the elevator, he finds himself growing bold.

Rating: M

Warnings: Thigh riding, stuck-in-the-elevator sex (sort of), neighbor!jk

Word Count: just over 3k

The first time you see him is in the cafe nestled in the corner of your favorite bookshop. He’s doing his best to keep quiet and actually study, but he can’t keep from giggling at the stupid shit his friends are doing.

It’s the sound of his stifled giggles that draw your attention. You’re walking up and down the aisles, perusing shelves for the book a friend of yours had recommended, when you hear it - soft and cute, the kind of laugh that makes you want to laugh along. Your eyes trail up to find the source of it and that’s when you see him, and that’s when a couple things click together in your head.

This man had a cute laugh.

This man was very cute.

The cute face made the cute laugh about ten times more effective, and vice versa.

You think about talking to him, going up and bluntly asking for his number, but you decide against it - and as soon as you do, he looks up and notices you looking at him, and he smiles softly, turning back to his books and his work. You turn on your heel, moderately embarrassed at being caught, but it works in your favor. There, at the opposite end of the aisle, is a shelf stocked with the book you’d been searching for.

The next time you see him is a little over a week later, while you’re picking up pizza from the place down the street from your apartment. He’s there with the same friends he’d been at the bookshop with, or at least you think they’re the same people - you hadn’t had much of a chance to look at them when you were too busy staring at the Boy.

But this time, he sees you first.

And apparently, he remembers you.

Because as you walk up to the counter he shouts, “Hey!” very loudly, causing both you and the poor teen at the counter to jump. You turn to look at him and see him practically leaping out of the booth he’s sitting in to jog up to you. You blink at him a few times, taken aback by his actions, and stare blankly when he offers his hand.

“I’m Jungkook.” He smiles at you and it really puts his cheekbones on display. And his mouth. And his eyes. When you don’t immediately respond, still staring, his eyes move from yours down to his outstretched hand and back again, as if indicating that he was still waiting for you to shake his hand. You break from your trance and take his hand, shaking it and introducing yourself. “So you like the pizza here too, huh? My friends and I always come here after practice.”

This piques your interest. “Practice? Band, or sports?”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. The shitty fluorescent lighting somehow illuminates his features in an angelic way, his bangs shifting back. You decide then and there that his laugh is even cuter when he doesn’t have to stifle it. He sighs when he stops laughing, and you’re waiting for his answer - hoping it’ll give reason to why he was laughing so hard.

You look at him expectantly, eyebrows raised, and something clicks in his facial expression.

“Oh, do you not - I thought you recognized me the other day at the bookstore? Isn’t that why you were staring at me?” His face is earnest and you feel your cheeks heating up.

“I was not staring, I - I was looking for a book, and sometimes they have recommended titles on display in the cafe. That’s all it was.” You shift the pizza you were still holding in your arms, and his head tilts to the side.

“Oh, wow, well this is - um, my friends and I are in this neighborhood soccer club, and we practice in the park a few blocks from here, and I uh, I’ve seen you there a few times? Reading under that big tree near the west pavillion?” His voice shrinks, embarrassment clear on his cheeks, worried he’s being creepy.

Your head tilts now, considering. “Yeah, I guess I do go there pretty often. I’m sure I’ve seen you around too, I just kinda….drift into my own world when I’m reading. I haven’t like….totally blown you off, have I?”

Jungkook’s face flushes deeper and you can hear his friends snickering behind him. “I - I - no, I never really had the courage to go up to you until now…” He gives you a shy smile and you feel your heart pound in your chest.

“Oh!” Is all you can manage. “Um, well - that is, I mean -” Your eyes flash up to the clock on the wall, desperate for an escape from this too-pretty boy and his too-pretty smile. “Jeez, I’m sorry but I have to go, I’m having a friend over tonight, she’s probably waiting on me - I, I’ll see you around though, okay?” You wave goodbye and turn on your heel to rush out before he can say anything, shocked by your abrupt departure.

He turns to his friends who look just as perplexed, but it’s only for a few moments before the two of them start making kissy faces and pretend to kiss each other to mock him.

“You guys are the worst.” He sighs, sliding back into the booth, cheeks still hot, but he hides a small smile behind his hand.

-x-

You get back to your apartment quicker than normal, legs moving with a nervous speed. You don’t feel calm again until you’re through the doorway, taking a much-needed deep breath.

Your mind is reeling with the thought that this pretty boy - Jungkook, you remind yourself, his name is Jungkook - had seen you enough times to recognize you, and not only that but had been nervous to approach you. You sit on the couch with your pizza and turn on the TV, but you’re distracted constantly by wondering if you’d really never noticed him before. You even knew about the soccer practices in the park, so it was unlikely you hadn’t seen him. But no matter how hard you wracked your brain, his first appearance continued to be the bookstore.

You tried not to worry about it too much and end up getting too engrossed in the TV series you’re watching to dwell on him for long - why couldn’t the heroine just make good choices, dammit?

-x-

Once you’ve met Jungkook officially, you start to realize that you’re seeing him everywhere. At the park, where he’ll call your name and wave at you until someone launches a ball at him to regain his attention. At the pizza place, at the grocery store at the end of your block, at the library, and now. Here. In the elevator of your apartment building.

It’s been nearly two months since that day in the pizza shop, and you’ve managed to…not avoid, per se, because you had no reason for that, so much as scrape by with as little interaction as possible. Something about Jungkook made you so nervous, and if you were honest with yourself you knew exactly what is was - he was cute, hot, and he’d said that you made him nervous.

But here you were, standing in the elevator, minding your own business, scrolling through social media and mentally reviewing the things you needed to pick up from the store. One floor down from yours though, the doors opened, and you were pulled from your thoughts by a soft voice saying, “Hey! Funny seeing you here!”

You look up, eyes wide. “Oh, hi, Jungkook. Are you here visiting someone?”

He giggles. “No, I live here. Have for like, a few months now actually. It’s a lot closer to school.”

“Oh, you’re still in university?” You’re torn between seeming too interested or as if you couldn’t care less, but in reality you’ve yet to have a real conversation with him, and he seems the type to love talking - in a good way, of course.

“No, no, I teach PE at the elementary school down on Pine Street.” He laughs again and you flush despite yourself. It’s such a nice sound. “It’s nice to know I still look so young.” He teases, smirking at you.

You huff goodnaturedly - he can’t be more than 25, and here he is talking as though he’s an old man. “I’m sure chasing after children keeps you in great shape. Plus the soccer.”

Jungkook is about to say something when suddenly the elevator lurches to a stop and he’s thrown forward, catching himself just before he manages to crash into you - but only barely.

You can’t stop yourself from screaming, and your hands shoot out to stop his fall, clutching in the fabric of his shirt. You hear the sounds of his hands thudding against the wall on either side of your head - hear, because your eyes are squeezed shut.

But even when you open them, there’s only darkness.

“J-Jungkook?” You manage, skin feeling too tight and nerves buzzing.

“I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay.” His hands and body move away from the wall, patting his thighs until he finds his pocket, and pulls out his phone, switching on the flashlight. He turns it towards the ceiling to illuminate as much of the space as much as possible. “Are you alright?”

“I’m - I’m - okay. I think.” You close your eyes again and take a few deep breaths to steady yourself. “I’m just - I’m really glad you’re here.” Realizing your words could be taken in a manner other than what you’d meant, your eyes fly open. “I - I just mean that -”

He laughs and reaches for your shoulder, hand brushing up and down your arm in a soothing motion. “No, it’s okay, I get it. I wouldn’t want to be here by myself either.”

You let out a sigh. “Were they supposed to be running maintenance or anything? We’ve never had an issue like this, and I’ve been here for almost a year.”

Jungkook shakes his head in the dim light. “Not that I know of. I’m gonna try calling the super.” He turns his phone and the light in the small space shifts, but it does illuminate the shorts he’s wearing that had somehow escaped your notice. They’re….not particularly short, but they’re tight on his thighs, and you can’t help but stare, zoning out as his voice plays in the background of your thoughts.

“I hate to interrupt -”

You can feel your face flushing. Heat is blooming in your cheeks and you can only pray he doesn’t see it in the low light. Not that it matters, now that he’s caught you staring openly at his thighs. You reluctantly pull your eyes up to his face, biting your lip. You can see that he’s smirking, so you at least know he’s not mad. Unless he smirks when he’s mad. Fuck. “Uh, what - what did the super say?”

“He’s gotten a few calls about it, but apparently the whole city had a power surge, or something like that, but he knows that the mechanics for our building are on their way. The power should be back on -” The lights overhead flicker and click back on, and you heave a sigh of relief. “Soon.” Jungkook finishes, his shoulders sagging in his own relief.

But it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s inching closer to you, smirk back in place and a glint of something in his eyes.

“You know…” He says, eyes flashing down to your lips, then lower, before back up to your eyes. His tongue peeks out, running quickly over his own lips, and you find yourself holding your breath. “I was starting to wonder if I wasn’t your type. You always find some excuse not to talk to me.”

“It’s - you - I mean -”

“Oh, I get it.” He smiles. “I make you nervous!” He giggles. “That’s so cute.” His body is nearly flush against yours, the bar from the elevator wall digging into your back. “You make me nervous too, if it helps. You’re so pretty, and then I made an idiot of myself at the pizza place, I thought maybe -”

“It was cute.” You whisper, eyes flashing between his and the floor. “You didn’t make an idiot of yourself. It was charming.”

“Oh, that’s so good to hear.” His face is merely a breath away from yours, angled down so he would barely need to move if he wanted to kiss you.

Which you want him to. You want him to kiss you. Badly.

Your heart is racing, pounding an uneven beat into your chest, and you barely hear him when he whispers, “Can I kiss you?” But you do hear him, and you whisper back an almost-whining, “Please.”

He groans from the back of his throat as he leans the rest of the way forward, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you close as his lips find yours. It’s soft at first, hesitant, but when you follow his movements things get heated quickly - tongues and teeth making appearances, soft gasps and groans from both of you as his hands make their way down to your waist, fingers clutching at your shirt. You feel him shift again, and suddenly one of his thighs is being pushed between your legs.

“I don’t know how long it’s gonna be before someone comes, but if it’s okay with you, I really wanna make you cum….” He presses his thigh right against your clothed pussy, which has been slowly but surely getting wetter the longer his mouth was in contact with yours. “Please.”

You nod your head viciously, desperate for nothing else in that moment but for him to do just that, to make you cum there in that broken elevator with nothing but his thigh pressed against you and his mouth on yours.

With your permission secured, his hands move from your waist to your hips and he starts to move them back and forth on his thigh, groaning into your mouth as he does so. “Good?” He breathes, “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

You whimper and nod, head thrown back as he pushes his thigh up against your pussy as he pulls your hips down and forward, giving you even more friction than before. You’re a panting mess within minutes, and Jungkook isn’t faring any better.

“Can - can we sit down?” You ask between breaths, “Wanna ride you.”

Jungkook groans like a man near death and nods, switching your positions so he’s nestled against the wall as he sits, pulling you down with him. “Go ahead, baby, wanna watch you cum.” His leg is laid out as much as he can while simultaneously having his foot flat on the floor.

Slowly you start to grind against him, and the friction is so good, you’re getting closer with every passing second, with every sweet word Jungkook whispers to you as his hands begin to roam, grabbing at your chest and squeezing with somehow the perfect amount of pressure. You put your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself as best as possible, and that’s when he does it.

Beneath you, Jungkook starts bouncing his leg, nothing harsh, but enough to kick the heat up a few notches, and you can’t hold back the moans bubbling from your chest. “So good, Jungkook, I’m so close, please, fuck, please -”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there, sweetheart, I promise - fuck, you’re so hot.” One of his hands pulls you back down to kiss him, sucking and biting at your lips while he continues to bounce his leg.

You can feel that coil inside you growing tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter as you grind against him. You whimper against his mouth, whining and panting and grinding your hips faster as you chase your release. “M’gonna - m’gonna, Jungkook, please -”

Jungkook’s leg starts bouncing faster and it creates the perfect sensation to send you over the edge, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep yourself balanced as your legs begin to shake, squeezing tight around his thigh in an attempt to close them. He talks you through it, whispering sweet praises into your ear as his hands stroke your sides. He kisses you gently, smiling against your lips.

“Just as pretty as I thought.”

Dazed, you pull away from him, head tilted in confusion.

“You. You look just as pretty when you cum as I thought you would.” He smirks and pulls you in to kiss again.

“Um,” You pull back again, “thank you.” You say softly, lip bitten between your teeth. “Do - do you want me to -?”

He shakes his head. “I’m good, sweetheart. Good and in need of a new pair of shorts.” He smirks up at you as you blush, a little bit pleased with yourself, and then the elevator lurches to life. You topple back and off of him, grabbing the hand bar to pull yourself up on shaky legs as the elevator slowly makes its way to the ground floor, Jungkook doing the same.

You’re greeted by two mechanics and your super when the doors open. Your super lets out an over exaggerated sigh of relief at the sight of you two, slightly dishevelled but otherwise fine.

“I’m so glad you’re both alright.” He mocks wiping off his forehead and turns back to the mechanics, instructing them to find him in his office once they finished.

You and Jungkook make your way out onto the street, stopping outside the building to look at each other, suddenly shy.

“I - I’d really like to take you out sometime, if that’s okay. I mean, you don’t have to just ‘cause we, well, yknow, but I’d really like to take you out on a real date.”

You smile at him. “Are you trying to say our little rendezvous was a date?”

His eyes go wide and he shakes his head. “No! No, not at all, I was just -”

You laugh and take his hand, squeezing it. “I’d like that a lot, Jungkook.”

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Author’s Note: wow,,,,hi yall, here’s my first BTS smut, dedicated to the loml @jungkooksxo, who I probably owe a total of ten fics at this point but she’s kind enough not to count.