#bc at this point what I live with is barely a fucking roommate.

[noicevibes]

Man, if the previous generation of parents don’t take first place at emotional gaslighting and manipulation, I don’t know who possibly could.

[heeseungiez]

nothing i don’t have | pjs

part 1: the tall emo kid

pairings! park jongseong x reader, ft. huening kai x reader

summary! it was supposed to be simple, you and jay would fuck whenever either of you felt horny — no feelings. but it was hard not to catch feelings where park jongseong was involved. so you took the easy way out: you ended it.

genre! texts, written fic, college au, love triangle (corner)

word count! 1.5k

content warnings! swearing, jay is delulu and jealous

author's note! toenze is my new roman empire... i don't think i'll ever shut up about it. also realistically i'm only posting this bc yolo since i have nothing ???

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It didn’t affect Jay anyhow, really. That you ended whatever the two of you had for another guy. Like, this was all just casual. And you still wanted to be friends which was exactly what the two of you were before… so not much had to change between the two of you. Other than, well, the lack of physical intimacy.

He didn’t care, really. It wasn’t like you were the only girl he hooked up with (you were) or that he couldn’t get any other girls, but… you ending the situationship was kind of exactly why he liked you. Because you understood everything was casual and there were no expectations, no feelings. The others, they always got attached.

And, look, Jay understood that maybe he was being too nice or whatever, but it was in his nature to help out when necessary, or to cook for people in the morning — it wasn’t like he made breakfast only for those girls anyway. He had roommates to feed, too.

You ended the deal because you had no feelings for him. Which was exactly what he wanted. So why the fuck did it bother him so much? And for Huening Kai, no less? The tall emo kid that barely spoke and people thought he was being mysterious or whatever.

What could you possibly see in him?

What did he have that Jay didn’t?

Jay let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, eyes still fixated on the conversation between you and him. So Huening Kai asked you out. And you liked him enough to say yes. That was certainly not on his bingo card. Realistically, he thought the type of guys you liked were someone like Sung Hanbin or Choi Soobin or… him. Not Huening Kai. 

What the hell?

“What’s up? Someone steal your cat?” Heeseung entered the shared living room with a grin. Jay had to dryly laugh at the irony of his question since, in a way, yes.

“Nah. It’s Y/N,” Jay replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Wants to be just friends.”

“Damn, got tired of you already?” Heeseung teased, but he knew not to go further when Jay’s scathing glare nearly burned him. “What did she say?”

“Huening Kai asked her out and she said yes.” Jay shook his head. You and Kai weren’t even dating yet, and you already wanted to be exclusive with him? Why? Who even does that?

“Oh, Kai? He’s got music classes with me,” Heeseung said with a grin. “He knows how to play like five instruments. He’s kinda cool. A band kid, too. Pretty sure he has a band.” Jay didn’t need to know any of that. Not yet anyway. And then Heeseung added: “I think he was planning to ask Y/N out for a while. I caught him asking around about her once.”

Jay clenched his jaw. How long had you been talking to Kai before he asked you out? Was it out of nowhere or did you befriend him before? Which gave him another reason to be upset because if you did befriend him before, you didn’t tell Jay anything. In fact, you hadn’t been telling him anything about yourself or your life for a while now.

Which stung.

“Kai’s a good guy. You should be happy for her.” Heeseung made a point, giving Jay a long, meaningful look. There was more he wanted to express, but chose to not push his limits. 

Jay huffed.

Thinking about it, maybe he’d have actually preferred it if you were in love with him.

Upon entering the Sanctuary Café, you noticed that it was already packed. But you were instantly recognised by Taehyun, who greeted you with a bright smile and led you toward a table that was empty, save for your reservation. It was in front of the stage set up for live performances, and it occurred to you then that Kai’s surprise was very likely just that. He prepared a performance for you.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the stage. It had a full instrument set up for a band. Drums, bass, keyboard and an electric guitar. The sight of it made you think of Jay for a bit, but you shook your head and got rid of the thought.

This would be your first date with Kai. The boy who actually doesn’t only want to sleep with you, but also wants to do everything else that real relationships include. Like holding hands and hugging in public and being affectionate without being judged. (The things you wished you could’ve had from Jay.)

A group of three guys entered the stage, none of which were Huening Kai. They glanced toward your table every now and then with a knowing smile, though. You watched them set up their instruments — the guitarist, the bassist and keyboardist. But the drums were empty. 

Because of course, he knew how to play the drums. He was a genius that never flaunted his skills, and the reality of it hit you just now. Huening Kai was a drummer — which was actually sexy as hell.

“Hello, everyone, welcome to the Sanctuary Café,” the guitarist spoke into the microphone with the largest smile. He had a cute dimple as well, and you thought he perfectly fit Kai — whenever he wasn’t closing in on himself. “I’m Kim Taerae, lead singer and guitarist of our band, Toenze. We’ve prepared a very special performance today because one of our members wants to dedicate it to a special girl.”

A round of awes went through the crowd. You looked around in hopes of catching a glance of Kai, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes locked with a person you did not expect to see today — at all.

Jay stood at the back of the café with Heeseung by his side, and you wished you could unsee him. Your heartbeat raced, and your mind felt like you needed to come up to him and apologise. But what would you even be apologising for?

“On my left is our bassist, Choi Beomgyu, and on the keyboard, you’ve got Han Yujin. And, of course, we’re missing a key member — the drummer,” Taerae spoke lightly, his smile hearable in his voice. “Some of you already know him from our previous performances, but for those who have yet to meet him — please give a round of applause to Huening Kai!”

Kai wasn’t even inside the café. He entered through the main door in a dark grey hoodie, the hood covering his face. The whole shop held its breath as he looked up. And when his eyes met yours, a smile spread across his lips. Taking off his hood, he revealed his face and carefully styled bangs. 

From the pocket of his hoodie, he pulled out a bouquet, and when he aimed through the crowd toward you, your heart nearly melted. All thoughts of Jay being here, too, evaporated from your mind. All you could think about was Huening Kai, looking beautiful as ever, heading toward you with a bouquet of flowers.

“For you, my lady.” He knelt down to hand you the flowers, and you stared at him with wide eyes. Grinning, he winked before standing up and heading toward the stage, leaving you absolutely flustered and frozen in place.

“Hello, everyone! This performance is dedicated to the girl that didn’t reject me. It’s for you, Y/N,” he said into the mic jokingly, but there was a hidden meaning behind his words.

The memory of how he asked you out lingered, and you giggled. You could still picture him, approaching you with his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans. And then he asked you, in the most embarrassing way possible, if you were dating Jay. The smile that spread on his lips when you said that what you had with Jay was only casual was an unforgettable sight, really.

“I can make you forget him,” was Kai’s closing argument, and the confidence with which he had said it sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t possibly reject him then.

Jay’s glare was palpable. You could feel it at the back of your neck, but you ignored him. Why was he glaring at you anyway? If there were no feelings involved, he shouldn’t care about any of this. 

“The first song we prepared for today is called Higher Than Heaven,” Taerae informed the crowd. “And the second song is Kill the Romeo. Hope you guys like them!”

Both songs were amazing, and both conveyed one pretty clear message: I’m better than him. You couldn’t help but laugh and enjoy yourself while Kai’s band performed. They were good — really good. And eventually, you even stopped sensing Jay’s gaze burning through you. 

Naturally, you turned around to check on the spot where Jay had previously been. Except he wasn’t there. Instead, you were met with Heeseung, who shrugged when he noticed you looking at him.

“He left,” Heeseung mouthed.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

Gggggrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh

I keep eating like shit. I keep dining out eating a fucking stroke/heartattack diet and ik fucking why, i can tell you why: i need to fucking concentrate. I need to eat a meal thats not inedible and reliably be able to think about things besides how hungry i am for the next eight hours. And the lentil soup i make at home cant fucking tide me over. My roommate keeps suggesting i make at home the burritos i keep ordering out, which is kind and thoughtful and well intentioned but misses the point: that is more energy and time spent on food in the form of prep. I need less. I need to have time to think about things at any length besides fucking food. If i were programmer rich i could just buy soylent but if i had the psychic wherewithal to become programmer rich i would not be in this situation

I cannot fathom what life is like for 98% of humans. I live a life of virtually untrammelled idleness. Not in education, employment, training, or even hobbying. And yet i can just barely bring myself, each day, to perform the basic tasks of daily living. Every day is a struggle against hunger and exhaustion and not necessarily a successful one. And this is with the benefit of infinite luxury and loving friends, parents partner, roommate... how do ppl live at all? Let alone without all this to help them?

Time moves so quickly now. The last 4yrs feel like they span less than the 8mo prior. Theres less time per year for me nowadays

It didnt have to be like this, im pretty sure. There are tweaks that could have been made when i was younger, i think. And it could have been... ok. Well, not ok. Nobody in the entire world is ever actually ok. But it could have been a lot better. I could be doing work i care about for a successful living and not ordering burritos for breakfast and dinner bc the thought of cooking soup is too psychologically draining and dedicating time to topics besides food, joyless grinding on video game, sleep, and ??????. And without the herculean task of pulling myself out of this pit

Or idfk. Maybe im dumber than i like to think and than i was told by bright older men who took a shining to me and that life was never in the cards. Cannot tell if thats better or worse

I should contact school about returning for final year of phd but this would ideally be done after having finalised plans with significant others and i cant tell whether it makes sense to push for that like an asshole or if i should just go ahead and fucking do it

[sunlightandsuffering]

ME BISH MEEE

I LOVE THIS ASK IT MADE ME LAUGH LOL!! Here it is tho, it was longer before and I had to rewrite this part, i'm not sure if it's as good as it was originally but i'll never know bc I can never read it again 😭😭 but hopefully y'all like it!!

“Erennn,” Mikasa whines from the booth, demanding his attention and Armin shoots him a meaningful look, god he’s so easy to manipulate. It’s barely been ten minutes since they’ve barricaded her in, demanding that she finish at least two cups of water, a mission she’s currently dawdling at. “‘Min you can’t be that easy, she’s a master manipulator.” “Erennnnnn,” she wails again from behind him and Eren sighs. 

“But she seems so upset, are you sure she’s okay?” “She’s fine,” Eren tells him, taking another swig of his beer just as his phone goes off in his other hand. He checks it out of pure curiosity because who the fuck is texting him at this hour that isn’t at the club with him right now. Of course, it’s Mikasa. 

And as his eyes slip over the wall of text he almost drops the phone because it’s so filthy, so explicit he might just have to wash her mouth out with soap for the message. “Mikasa,” he chastises her, quick to power down the phone before Armin can see.

Her little head pops up from behind the booth where she’s splayed across the plush red leather, and she sends him a mischievous smirk. 

“We haven’t made any headway on our list Eren.” “Shut up,” he smarts back, turning to Armin before he can question too much, “She’s doing fine, she’s being a fucking brat actually. 

“Hey,” Mikasa pouts, affronted and Eren cuts her off before she can say anything too incriminating. Distracting her instead with her arch nemesis: the water glass. “How is drinking your water going Miki?” She shuts up, but him and Armin both watch as she begrudgingly takes a sip of the mostly full glass of water. Like a little gremlin her hand comes up to snatch the cup from the table, before disappearing to bring it down to where she’s lying on the booth. She makes an overexaggerated noise of disgust as she sips on it and Eren sighs. 

He turns back to Armin, gesturing towards his pain in the ass of a roommate, “See, brat.”

“I think you’re being too harsh on her Eren.” “You baby her too much.” “Erennn,” she goes back to whining his name dramatically, wanting his attention. “Drink your water Mikasa,” he directs and he hears her sit up for another swig. She makes a disgusted face before flopping back to her beloved booth where she’s borderline napping at this point. 

“It tastes awful, why do I have to drink this?” “Because I just had to rescue you from the girl’s bathroom where you were puking your guts up, you need hydration.” “You’re so mean.” “Yeah, well that’s what two hand grenades and absolutely no water gets you.” 

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she mumbles to herself, her hands drawing imaginary shapes in the air as she lies on the booth. 

“I’m sure it did,” Eren patronizes her. 

She glares at him, popping up from her booth to slump over onto the table, “If I drink both of these will you let me go dance?” “I’ll consider it.” “I’m gonna go,” Armin tells them, setting his now empty glass down, “I think i’ve done my due diligence.” He leans over, pressing a quick kiss against Mikasa’s temple and she preens at the attention. “You say that,” Eren grumbles, “But you’re not the one who’s gonna have to deal with getting her home.” Armin laughs, giving him a gentle pat to the arm, “Well that’s your job as her roommate Eren.” “Not what I signed up for.” His phone buzzes in his hand and he looks over at Mikasa and she’s looking away, a secretive smile on her lips. God she’s ridiculous, even more so when he reads the text. 

You should come over later.

“Mikasa,” Eren replies aloud as Armin disappears, “Baby we live together.” She scowls at the reminder, “Wrong person.” 

Oh what a fucking brat. “Don’t make me come over there.” “Hah,” she scoffs, “I’d like to see you try, my big bad roommate will stop you.” 

“Oh my god,” he whispers to himself, he cannot believe that this is how he’s spending his night. Abruptly, he turns back to the crowd, still barricading Mikasa in from the corner of the booth. And suddenly there’s a call, Mikasa’s sweet little face popping up on his phone and he sighs as he picks up, “Baby what’s up?”

“I miss you,” she mumbles, tearful now and Eren sighs, “Miki I’m right here.”

“There’s this guy ‘Ren and he won’t let me leave, he’s scaring me, I want you.”

Eren struggles to repress his smile now as she goes on, because really it’s not funny, she’s borderline crying into his ear because she’s scared that some big scary guy is trying to take her away.

[applecherry108]

Alright before I head into the finale episode…

This is the first time I would call this show cringe. Look. It’s hard, I know, trying to translate kickass fight scenes into shoddy live action with young actors that are already pretty stiff… But yeesh. 😬 Katara vs Paku. I’ve been trying to avoid negativity for this show (so. Everything about it. Any spoilers at all.), but I did accidentally glance someone saying this fight sucked bc it lacked Katara’s rage, and I wholeheartedly agree. What they’re doing with Sokka’s character isn’t all that bad but I feel like they’re really missing the mark with Katara.

Also,

Yue.

Why……..why does she look like that. 😬😬😬 The wardrobe department has been killing it thus far why does her wig look so much like a wig. Something’s wrong with it. Also, fuck you her hair is white. Not silver. >:T OH THATS IT. HER FUCKIN EYES!!! WHERE ARE HER ETHEREAL MOON BLUE EYES!!!

I’m Big Mad about this bc I’m Gay and I Love Yue, and this version isn’t doing it for me. But also…. ashtwbsgsgtffwb 🫱they gave her and sokka a better in.

But they also took away the Tragic™️ backstory that fuels her sacrifice. 🫲

🫱but they gave her more agency in her life

She’s a bender now???🫲

🫱also sokka. Man. Cmon. You know I’m a diehard yukka shipper (and tokka and zukka but that’s neither here nor there), but you had chemistry with suki this time! She was down bad for you! What’re you doing?? And what’s with the other offhanded girlies you were mentioning in that bad-paced cold open the other episode? It worked in the cartoon bc suki taught you to Respect Women but not much else. You shits actually like, bonded this time. Like okay, you’ve been given more and possibly better reasons to crush on Yue, but in doing so…Yue has stupid ass reasons to like you. Y’all let Sokka say “ass” but draw the line at him having an affair with the princess?? The wholeass point was that he brings freedom and agency into her life! That’s what makes her sacrifice so tragic! But now, by “solving” her agency issues, they’ve gutted the interpersonal relationship of these characters! Damn! That’s what this whole adaptation is! Like I do not for a second believe that Aang is actually close friends with Katara and Sokka. I think he’s spent more time bonding with Zuko than anything. And where’s the crush!! Fuck you, I like kataang! And that’s like a huge part of their interpersonal drama! It’s part of their bonding as lifelong friends! Was the secret tunnel sibling thing fun? Sure. But where was Aang? Not even there! This is what I mean! This is great for establishing the sibling relationship between Katara and Sokka, but Aang isn’t even with them most of the time! They barely feel like roommates! Acquaintances! COWORKERS!! I will take a thousand cringey 12-year-with-a-crush interactions over whatever this is!

[zentriii]

TRICK OR TREAT!!

hi anon ! since i have no idea what you like i shall stick to what i'm best at and give you sakuatsu !! behold: lore + deleted scenes for this fic

the omigiri enemies lore was basically osamu passing out in his uni dorms in front of omi's room door instead of his own after a late night exam and then in the morning omi trips over him while rushing to his own exam. they've just been catty towards each other since bc omi's petty like that an osamu's got no reservations on returning the energy he's being given. idk how it turned to fem skts that was not the original plan. i tried to write the beginnings of omigiri's petty feud and here's what i had:

Kiyoomi’s aware of who the Miya Twins are, everyone who pays attention to high school volleyball does. The blond one’s even gone on professionally, and the grey-haired one lives a wall away from him. Living in his university’s dorms isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. At the very least, the familiar faces aren’t the sources of his grief. He hasn’t found out who’s blasting music on their floor at midnight until two yet but it’s on the other side of his floor where he knows no one. He carries on his life in blissful unawareness and reports those motherfuckers two weeks into his first semester. The music stops the day he sees someone hugging their friends goodbye in front of their building. Small mercies. Kiyoomi, unfortunately, does not live by himself. He’s hardly made of money, so sharing his tiny bedroom is another familiar face: the overthinking captain of Fukurodani. He’s a good roommate all things considered: he’s quietly considerate; he doesn’t involve himself in drama; the only friends he brings over are similarly quiet. Kiyoomi debates checking to see if he lives on a volleyball themed floor but he saves himself the grief and busies himself with organizing his notes. It takes his mind off of the weird sight of Nekoma’s setter playing Animal Crossing in his dorm before he comes to accept it.

“-sa-kun, Sakusa-kun, you’re going to be late.” Kiyoomi blearily opens his eyes to the disturbing sight of his roommate who looks like he’s about to pass out with how large his eyebags are. “Did you sleep at all?” he groans, peeling himself out of his warm cocoon slowly. There’s 15 minutes before his exam and he thinks he hates Akaashi a little. Akaashi only cackles lowly before tossing a jaunty wave over his shoulder. There’s a crack that rings through the room when his arm gets above his head. Akaashi walks off to his own exam, cheap coffee in hand and steps only slightly swaying. Kiyoomi rinses and spits out mouthwash into their trash. He could not give less of a shit as he pulls on some sweats. He’ll get to the laundry at some point. Right now his only concern is getting back at Akaashi who took their last coffee bottle from their fridge. Fuck his bag– can’t forget that. He checks that his pencil case actually has a pencil and an eraser. More embarrassing mistakes have been made. Not by him of course, but Kiyoomi’s seen it. He’s got his student card in one hand and his breakfast muffin in the other while his mask’s shoved into his hoodie pocket. It’s not the most elegant of exits, with him having barely shoved his feet into his shoes and jamming his dorm key into the lock, but he’s out and got his eyes on the prize. He’s taking his first bite of it moments before his face acquaints itself with the floor.

ask game !

[gay-charizard]

Look im gonna do this once and never again, im even gonna bet this goes nowhere.

To make a long story short, i live with my fiance and my two cats. My fiance cant work because he has some medical conditions we cant exactly identify. Whatever it is, hes essentially disabled but we cant get disability due to age and lack of diagnosis. Im trying to work full time to keep us fed and housed. I make just barely enough to keep rent. now were moving bc our current place is infested with mold and i dont have the money to have our landlord take care of it, our company is hyper sketch and im just not gonna deal with it. Problem is paying for both the new place and one last rent for the old place just isnt financially possible. not to mention were out of food. Weve been living off of just rice for weeks. Were looking at food banks. Im not gonna sit here and beg for money bc no one knows me, so why trust anything im saying. If you want to send some, fuck it heres my venmo: https://venmo.com/u/Santiana86

donate or dont, im not gonna guilt trip anyone.

What I want is resources.

I live in the Cincinnati area. Ive been skating the line for fucking months. Ive got nothing else. Im fucking tired. Anything at this point will help. Ill take a goddamn roommate at this rate. I just cant keep fucking doing this. I know im a nobody with fucking 12 followers or whatever, but i need a damn break. What the hell can I do?

[alternativememories]

both sides...

i have a friend who has sucked for a while now. i've been thinking about writing about it for a minute but i've been putting it off like everything with our friendship lately...but part of who i want to be is someone that shows up, even when things fucking suck, and i can't waste any more time. i know what i've got to do and it's time to rip the band-aid off. our friendship is over and i've gotta be real about it.

i'm fucking sad, man. i see him as a younger brother. so much of how we see things and approach things is similar to one another. the ways that he has sucked for some time are really similar to how i struggled when i was younger. he had a breakup recently, which in the big picture i thought would actually end up being good for him. i think both he and his ex have stuff that they need to work on individually and that this would be a good opportunity for him to get himself squared away.

but the spiral continues. the last time i saw him we talked about where he was with things and where he's headed and it was mostly half-assed excuses. it's apparent that he's not showing up for himself, let alone anyone else for that matter. he smokes, which has kept him comfortable in the cycle of not showing up in any meaningful way, and he lacks accountability. he's living with his parents right now and it seems like they're enabling his behavior.

it's shitty. we lived together up until the end of october and to be honest it was toxic as fuck. it came down to money and cleaning. in moving in, we agreed to not have his now-ex on the lease to keep things simple in case they ended up not working out as a couple. however, when she ended up staying at the apartment more than A and i and we wanted her to pay toward the bills, it was an issue *eye roll*. initially, the conversation about contributing was shut down bc homie talked to other roommate and he supposedly said that he didn't care if she paid and that was the end of it...(we'll revisit this)

at one point during this conflict, there was a text about wanting to be friends after the lease would end...i've thought a lot about that since. it took me some time to figure out why i couldn't help but fixate on it, but with where we are now i think i know the answer. the statement operates through an inherent assumption that how things were handled was damaging to our friendship. to be honest, it was. the bills conflict was infuriating bc the argument against contributing was school loan payments being high; meanwhile in watching behavior they ate out all the time. and you know, everyone has bills. but not everyone takes advantage of their friends to pay theirs.

with the cleaning thing, it became clear that he was frustrated by the cleanliness of the apartment but never communicated what those expectations even were. eventually we landed on a chore-board. but this wasn't without its problems bc it just led to them not being accountable for their share of the chores; beyond that, there was noticeable passive-aggressiveness toward the other roommate who tbh idk if he ever even agreed to in the first place. weird to someone to a standard they never agreed to but maybe that's just me...

when he and his ex broke up he told me a very specific story of what led to the fracture. i want to say that i found the specificity odd but dismissed it bc i was excited to have my friend back. when they were dating he was very reclusive and we were barely friends anymore. truthfully, we moved here in a pandemic and while i have loads of coworkers, he's really been my only friend here...but a few weeks ago i found out that it looks like he's lied about those specifics of the story that he told me, knowing that it fundamentally changes the reaction. it's manipulative.

in thinking about it, i've really tried to explain away or excuse the poor behavior...but to be honest, it's inexcusable and with what he's lied about, there's no recourse here...there's no way to police the behavior, and with him lying about it, no way to trust anything he says that it's even stopped. now i'm wondering what else he's lied about to get what he wants. the first thing that comes to mind is the bills conversation. it's a fundamental breach of trust and i don't think our friendship can be repaired. it fucking sucks and this fucking sucks but it is what it is...because he sucks.

[lavender-long-stories]

Part 1 - What He Left Behind

Spoilers for What He Left Behind

Let's start with the opening sentence, because I swear to god, when I read it I laughed so loud. I knew something dramatic was on the way. When Sasuke is absolutely livid about Naruto's behaviour? Chief's kiss. The "like some whore you took in for the sex"? Phenomenal.

Fun fact this story was originally called 'Asshole' in my files because of the opening line.

Coming back at the beginning of the story after reading the ending makes me so fucking angry. [...] [Naruto's] reasoning is nonexistent.

I was actually under the impression people would feel bad for him, but I think I underestimated how much pure rage I instilled in everyone about him.

You said you didn't want bashing in the comments 

I had to add this because it was the only comment I was getting. >.> I get that Naruto was pissing everyone off, that was kind of the point but there was cute shit going on focus on that.

"[Sasuke] wasn’t sure he wanted to see it when it split. But he would. He had made this decision." This is not the bare minimum at all [...][Sasuke] is already being a better husband and father

I love how sometimes I just need to make Sasuke supportive and he's considered the top-tier man.

The "cogito, ergo sum" in Naruto's perspective is literaly "no thoughts, head empty" bc?

Can he blame the tumor?

there is a void Naruto-shaped between them that will be filled with respect and love, this is nice

I love this description of their relationship hahaha

"How did he still eat only take-out and quick-cooked rice?" She isn't judging him but she is judging him so hard

Wheels coded.

I love that one of the good things Sasuke thinks about Hinata is that she is sane, his bar clearly isn't very high, but who knows, right?

When you're used to extremes, basics will impress you XD

It makes me sad that Hinata is grateful for being treated with respect by Sasuke, because they don't even know each other really well, he is just being a well-mannered human being and respecting her space. This is the bare minimum.

People often don't give you the bare minium, so when you get it, it feels like the world.

Yeah... the signs of abuse. This shit broke me. Not gonna lie and tell you I didn't laugh when Sasuke went for a hug, but boooy if this shit wasn't heavy.

I want to make a point that not all abuse is physical, and sometimes it's not even intentional. (That doesn't dissolve fault. If you did something to someone, it is your fault whether or not you mean ti.)

“Once you start making excuses, it turns from bad behavior to abuse.” Yes.

I like that Sasuke said this because it's hard to think that your friends could be capable of being not great people, just because they are fine people to you.

Hinata's tantrum in the car is the best piece of literature ever, I laughed so hard because girlie has been through some deep shit, she deserves to go apeshit sometimes, okay? She even cursed!

I have a head cannon that Hinata just needs to scream out of her little quiet body every once in a while so there isn't a Hyuga massacre.

I wish my dad loved me like that LOL

Babes, are you okay?

"It’s just like a roommate, and the roommate gets a dog." I compared my friend's kid to a dog once and she said it was actually worse than having a dog, the father wasn't very happy with us but he didn't disagree lol. Point is, at least he wants the kid.

Sasuke is a different level of unbothered in this story.

I think this story awakened a monster in me, the monster that loves the trope of roommates acting like they're married until they fall in love.

🤝 I need to make like 30 of those because I love not quite a couple but completely living as a unit moments.

I totally forgot about the bath situation.

I like writing mildly dramatic situations handled very humanely. People fall in the shower all the time. I love having people have to actually deal with situations. I think it shows more of their character than anything.

“Why aren’t you at work?” “I don’t want to come back and find a pregnant woman bleeding out on the floor.” This is my kind of humor. I fucking love him.

Sasuke's dry humor in this gets to me.

Oh yeah, the cringe baby clothes. Why does this shit even exist? Why do people even buy that kind of thing?

Not me having opinions and making characters talk about how much I hate cringe baby clothes. >.>

What He Left Behind

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: When Sasuke is confronted with an abandoned pregnant Hinata, he does the only thing he can think to do, he takes her in. Strangers to friends. Friends to lovers.

Tags: Pregnancy  |  Romance  |  Domestic Fluff  |  Happy Ending  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Hurt/Comfort

[mytortoisegotstuckinatupperware]

wait lemme tell y'all about how Italy made me trans

*disclaimer, I was already iffy abt my gender and working through my own feelings. I looked pretty androgynous and was like "fuck it what's the worst that could happen."

*my program coordinators were dope and made sure I felt comfortable as a soft transmasc person, especially when going to religious sites where there was significant gender segregation

ANYway

Got yelled at at outgoing airport, but didn’t get pat down. Mad about shit I had in my pockets, but no issues with the binder!

Used the mens bathroom exclusively at the airports (gross y'all live like this?)

Got on the flight, correctly gendered by flight attendants every time (he/him)

Made it through customs nonissue. Literally the most chill customs agents—barely looked at my passport. like talking in Italian and not giving a shit. peak

Used mens bathroom when I got to Italy again exclusively. Was able to get my own room so didn’t have to worry abt roommates 

Presented male throughout Italy. Almost got accosted by a street vendor by the colosseum but that was more of me being American than being trans. Literally had to dodge and bolt bc he was coming at me I was cornered against a wall all while my friend was watching, concerned but amused from afar.

So many hot men in Italy. I’m sorry, but my dumb gay ass was dying.

Also EXTREME gender dysphoria around Italian youth. they didn’t all look like Timothee chalamet in cmbyn but they were pretty goddamn close. 

Italian bathrooms are superior to American bathrooms. There I said it. Except for the mens bathroom at the Roman forum, but there were a bunch of international tourists there, so what can I expect. 

Got called “sir” by Italian folks, which was rad. 

Walked around at night alone. Needed to run to a convenience store late and went by my self. Told my friends where I was going but otherwise wasn’t afraid. 

Was designated the navigator™️ by all my fem friends when we were hanging out. Designated “keep an eye on things” and watch out for creeps, which was super validating. 

Went to the great Italian mosque where women had to wear head coverings. I was pre-everything (HRT, surgery, etc) at the time so the coordinator of the trip talked to me about it beforehand. Passed well enough where it wasn’t an issue. 

Also went to the synagogue where they had all the mean wear (Jewish head coverings) I was given one, but my friends told me the rabbi hesitated, like he couldn't tell.

But I was getting pretty wiped by this point so I sat outside for a breather. I'm scared of organized religion #TraumatizedExCatholic

Spent the evenings alone often and worked with trying to get my top surgery consult scheduled. 

The end of the trip was quickly approaching and I realized it didn’t want to come back to the US, not just because Italy is wonderful, but because I’d be coming back to a world of misgendering, discomfort, and depression. 

Obvi I had to go back tho, and here’s where the issues started.

Leaving Italy was fine, no issues there

Had to get my passport checked again when we got to Paris. Customs hesitated but let me through. 

As I was in line to get off the plane, they were checking passports again. The French official took mine and spend a good minute just looking at me back and forth before saying “ah, you got a haircut.” 

I just nodded bc obviously I didn’t want to be detained in Paris. No use in explaining anything. 

When I got to the door, they pulled me aside again for a “random security check.” 

The rest of my class was on the flight already. I was one of the last people in the kiosk to board. 

They went through my luggage—i only had a carry on. The guy checking me seemed to be American 

Swiped by hands for chemicals

Took my passport and asked “are you a girl?” And it was like being punched. 

I said yeah and explained that I’m trans. He just kept asking “so you’re a girl, right? You’re a girl, you’re a girl??”

And I’m like, yeah. Sure. 

So then he goes “no hard feelings, yeah?” And returns my passport. I’m like, yeah. 

Then I board the flight FINALLY 

Got gendered correctly by the flight attendant, which was rad 

Landed in the Atlanta airport, fuck Atlanta. Just generally but I also got “miss” and “ma’am” by security a bunch, which fucking sucked.  

Man FUCK atlanta

Absolutely exhausted at this point so I didn’t even give a fuck

Landed back home and was able to get back

Oh yeah, had my wallet stolen with 80 euro, my military id, covid card, and a bunch of other important stuff, so I couldn’t get back into my dorm.

Fortunately, one of my friends was an RA and able to let me in, so I got back, collapsed in bed at 3 am and woke up abt seven hours later 

and now im a Dude!

[littlelambdrgnfly]

Every time I go by my new apartment I just get more depressed about it. God, what a terrible feeling. I’ve been looking forward to getting out of our current place for so long, but the new place is pretty ugly. We’re supposedly getting new windows and a paint job, but my main issue is with my bedroom. I agreed to take the smaller bedroom bc my roommate has a chinchilla which stays in her room, so she needs space for that. However, my room gets so little light and that’s extremely depressing for me, I thrive in a sunny room. I work from home, I’m basically in my bedroom all day and in the living room all evening. My roommate doesn’t even keep her blinds open, the sunshine shouldn’t make any difference to her! She’s getting back from Georgia tomorrow so I’ll try to talk to her about it, but I was also trying to get her to pay more in rent (by like $100/200) so I don’t know how well that’ll go over. She makes at least $8k more than me per year, she’s getting a bigger room, and I’m stuck with all the cleaning because she’s fucking lazy and apparently thinks that our apartment magically cleans itself, and I’m too much of a pussy to stand up for myself. I definitely wouldn’t mind continuing to do the chores myself for a break on the rent, or if I could have the sunny bedroom. I also don’t see her actually doing the chores, even if she says that she will. I know firsthand how exhausting it is to work in retail on your feet all day, and she has a history of back/leg/feet issues, which I’ve also had, but even outside all of that, this girl doesn’t do shit when she’s not working, unless it’s for her parents. She doesn’t sweep the floors, she doesn’t clean the toilets, she doesn’t clean the kitchen, she barely even takes the trash out. No matter what the outcome is, I have to talk to her, it’s unfair to me to do all of this and her none of it. I just hate having to be critical of someone, friend or not. And I truly hate feeling like I should be treated fairly. God, now that’s a sentence… Whenever I would say something like that to my parents, despite whether I had a valid point, they would just mock me or tell me I’m being selfish or lazy. Something deep inside me makes me feel like I don’t deserve fairness, that I should cherish any scraps of kindness people toss at me. Is it very surprising that I have a list of lousy relationships with people who treated me poorly?

[cryptidshuffle]

not really a vent but i am complaining about life shit under the readmore lol

i feel so weird mentally rn and its making me feel like shit urgh. ive felt like shit pretty consistently since i moved back home so like. all year pretty much. like i used to be able to distract myself with school but after i graduated its like shit what do i do now. i really just had no purpose for a while. to the point where i didnt work and now have like no money and more credit card debt than im comfortable with having.

the whole point of me going back to work at d isney is bc i really didnt know what else to do with myself. ive felt bad ever since i left there. the only reason i didnt stay was bc i wanted to finish my degree and i did. idk if i actually liked workng there that much or if i just liked being on my own for the first time. but regardless being at my parents house feels suffocating after having that independence. so regardless ive justified going back to dw as like. the reasonable thing for me right now and i am excited to be going back. merch ive been told is way easier than quick service and my location seems like itll be fun (not to dox myself too hard but its at my personal favorite park... lol i lucked out) and i have friends from my first college program that still live and work down there! i even met up with a few recently and it felt good and i didnt feel lonely and weird.

anyways uh. i had a point with this im sure

im moving down there like. soon. little less than 2 weeks. and i dont feel prepared ive spent the last several days doing jack shit staying up late sleeping in later. barely crawling out of bed to eat a snack and dinner and then crawling back to bed.

i feel like theres so much i need to get done before then in terms of packing and what not and things i wanna do before then and it doesnt help that my moms planning one last big family weekend trip the weekend bc my brother will be home from college so shes gonna be weird about everyone all together for a week before everyone leaves again. i hrgrhrhgrgr

not to mention i have to share a room and didnt have time to try snd link with a roommate. what if i get paired with some freak. what if i get paired by someone who decided im some freak. i literally wont know until i get there urgh. the last roommates i had we barely talked but at least i knew one was also nonbinary and also we all had separate rooms. its different when u gotta share. urgh

and its 3am!fuck my life

[lastoneout]

It's not even about Portland that's literally poverty wages anywhere in the US. Like "you qualify for multiple forms of government welfare" poor. $26k a year comes out to like $12.50/h before taxes, $15 isn't even a living wage, you would have to make upwards of $25/hour to even call yourself barely financially stable, and by financially stable I mean not middle class, certainly not rich, more like upper lower class. As an example, my fiance makes about that much and I still had to take out a loan to pay for my wisdom teeth surgery, and I can barely afford new glasses every year. My fiance lost his job and we were dead broke by the end of the month it took him to get a new one, had he not found one we would have been fucked. The only reason we aren't underwater is bcs Tucson is a relatively cheap place to live and we don't have to pay rent, just utilities. If we lived in Portland, even without paying rent, we'd be paycheck to paycheck.

The submitter is out of their mind for thinking $12.50/h doing backbreaking work like delivering oxygen tanks is a "lavish" income. (Also, besides the point, but a 2015 Nissan Leaf is NOT a nice car especially if it gets heavy use.) Their roommate contributes a fourth of their income to the household grocery fund which apparently they don't even use that much, on top of insurance for their car and any medical bills/household necessities they need, and had to pick up a second job just to afford a decent winter coat and boots, which are basically a necessity if you're delivering heavy ass oxygen tanks in a place that recently had the whole town shut down due to snow and ice. A decent pair of boots is the difference between being able to work and injuring yourself on a daily basis.

$24k a year is NOT a living wage, god forbid wealthy. The submitter is wildly out of touch with like, fucking reality. C does have some privilege in that they make a little more money than their housemates, own a car, have a steady job, and don't have to pay rent, but it's pulling hairs. They're barely better off than their housemates, and I have no doubt one expensive personal crisis would leave them destitute.

Tbh this has gotten so ridiculous I genuinely suspect the submitter is just a troll(which is why I'm willing to reblog this post) bcs fr them thinking it's reasonable to drop $5k on furniture and clothes for their housemates but acting like $2k a month makes C rich is INSANE, but make no mistake, if what they say is true C is NOT rich and barely has anything over on their housemates.

Okay. Am I the asshole if I call out my roommate's self-centered behavior? I live in a communal space, where everybody except C shares freely. C got a good job through connections and is able to spend freely on themselves, spending little on household items, groceries, etc. They say they're broke every month, but I've seen their takeout containers and amazon boxes, so maybe it's a spending problem. Worst of all, when we are low on food, C just disappears for a few hours and comes back instead of cooking with everyone.

I've told C that they're being selfish and they should start considering other people, but it goes in one ear and out the other. I offered to help budget but they don't listen! They barely spend more than $400 of their $2000 a month on groceries for the house; the rest goes to their lavish lifestyle while the rest of us suffer. I just want them to pay their fair share. AITA for asking them to be fair??

Including some more specific INFO from version 1 of this post (which wasn't postable due to being about emotions rather than actions):

What are these acronyms?

[eggcats]

one thing that gets me is that the more "high tech" ghost hunting equipment I see, the more "proof" I'm given, the more im positive it's almost entirely bullshit, I just become more of a shaniac the more "evidence" I see

which is an insane take from someone who's had legitimate experiences I can't explain (which isn't to say there ISN'T an explanation, but other than it being possible mental illness and occasional hallucinations, I don't know what it could be other than possibly paranormal)

I should be the easiest motherfucker to fool how did we even get to this point

And yet? Any time anyone tells ME anything I'm immediately like have you checked your carbon monoxide detector? Is the building structurally sound?, bc if it's not that also causes hallucinations. It's just a spec of dust or the house shifting or sleep paralysis or etc. I barely believe MY OWN experiences.

Ghosts aren't scary, y'know what is? Someone secretly living in your house. Any random who decides they wanna kill you. Living people. Ghosts are just invisible freeloaders who don't pay rent (assuming they even exist). They can't just stab me in the middle of the night like a human can.

(I've actually had some scary sleep paralysis experiences too but those I'm aware of what that is. Didn't make them any less scary tho.)

(long list of experiences after the readmore. I'm honestly making this post more so I can just talk about them tbh)

I've had:

moving shadows in my house

one was a full grown man shape, about 6+ feet tall running down the hallway that I could see from my bedroom. I just went "huh. Not my problem." And went back to listening to my radio

another was like, a huge tail-like shape just fucking swinging on the wall when I walked into the desk room at like 3am, and I even checked the light switch to make sure it wasn't causing a weird shadow, it wasn't, there wasn't anything that could have caused it (also the shadow was like, pitch black) so then I was like "huh. Not dealing with that" and turned out the light, turned around, walked down the hallway to my bedroom and climbed into my bed and went to sleep

saw literal floating orbs MORE THAN ONCE

one was on Halloween when my friends and I were hanging out at a graveyard (a moving floating orange one)

the other way me walking downstairs at night and hitting/walking into this huge bright blue blinding light that disappeared once I turned a real light on

had stuff constantly changing positions in my room

(that I explicitly asked my mom if she moved, the only person to enter my room other than me, and she was like "no? why would I do that?")

- one was a fucking nesting doll that KEPT TURNING AROUND TO FACE ME DESPITE ME FACING IT TO THE WALL WHENEVER I NOTICED IT MOVED...I kept it bc my aunt bought it for me from China so it was special even if it was possessed.

Sidenote: my brain HATES anything human-like with eyes, I will become CONVINCED it's following me I cannot handle the uncanny valley of it. That's only related bc that's the only reason I regularly turned it around, I didn't want it looking at me.

another memorable one was my huge cardboard dragon model that somehow got in my loft bed from my bookshelf, a feat it could absolutely not have gotten there without help

had some presence enter my college dorm room when I had a dorm to myself, and y'know how you can kind of feel when people walk behind you? I felt that as I was napping before class, and like I said, my roommate had moved out absolutely no one had keys to my room and it startled me enough it straight up woke me up. I think I had a few other experiences, but that was the most notable one

one time my cat woke me up bc he was chirping intently at the corner of a wall at like 2am. I looked. There was nothing there. So I sat down and looked at it and went "hey it's 2am can you stop bothering my cat so I can sleep?" and then suddenly my cat calmed down. So I went back to sleep.

more than once I'd turn off the kitchen light and I'd HEAR the light switch hit and it'd turn back on. likely faulty wiring but it was freaky to turn the lights off, sit down, and have them turn back on

I couldn't take a NAP on the beanbag chair under my bed without it feeling like something was grabbing me from my body

whenever I'd force myself back into myself (one time I straight up heard a voice go "you NEED to wake up" before I even could do so), and wake up FREAKED OUT, I'd be hit with this sense of "oh it was fine, you're So Tired go back to sleep" that just didn't feel natural, like it wasn't coming from me and was overpowering my actual reaction

Like, I'd suddenly feel exhausted (almost unnaturally so?) where if I didn't force myself to get up off the floor RIGHT THEN, I'd go right back to this half-asleep state and the feeling of being forced from by body would be much quicker this time

It felt like a kind of full-body tingle on the places I'd be yanked from by body, except it wasn't my arm going to sleep or anything bc it'd be on the side I Wasn't sleeping on, and would progressively get further down the more I was yanked

(if I was actually tired and fell legitimately asleep nothing happened, so I'd only sleep on the beanbag chair under my bed when I wanted to nap for a few hours, and not just doze)

Speaking of that spot - more than once I've heard a noise from there that I couldn't identify the cause of. It's possible I had some auditory hallucinations, but considering everything else it'd freak me out to hear a voice or a knock or something that like, was intentional and I couldn't identify what caused it.

I only had the "removed from my body" IN my bed once but it was way scarier

I was snoozing/relaxing during summer break late morning in bed, reading Shonen Jump, and got hit with such exhaustion that I suddenly couldn't stay awake - like, I Was fine a second ago, and now suddenly I'm almost passed out, can barely keep my eyes open

So I was like, okay I'll go back to sleep. And then???? I hear someone washing their hands in the bathroom down the hall??? And THEN I hear them walk down the hall towards my room, and the entire time I hear the approach I'm hit with an overwhelming sense of fear/dread - like I knew somehow it wasn't an intruder, but instead something paranormal? In a way I knew my only defense was to pretend I was still asleep

And suddenly I feel something grab me and lift me directly up into the air, and then forward, like incredibly fast?

(and listen, I was like an early teenager filled with indoctrination. I thought this was the second coming. I started praying, lmao. But! It seemed to have worked bc suddenly the thing dragging me moved SO MUCH MORE QUICKLY and I'm fucking DROPPED back into my body. Like, I legitimately think I moved when I re-entered it was so violent)

And I KNOW y'all are going to say I was asleep or something, but listen. I was absolutely awake. It was a CONSCIOUS EFFORT on my end to keep my eyes closed and PRETEND I was still asleep. I straight up waited a few minutes after I got back into my body before opening my eyes I was so freaked. I did NOT want to see whatever it was and I didn't want IT to know I was conscious.

I straight up agreed to go with my aunt and grandma to go swimming like they wanted me to. And I absolutely hated doing stuff like that. It just scared me so badly I didn't want to be home alone anymore.

and is, to THIS DAY, convinced my cat was possessed by something that I had to exorcise

listen. I know it sounds insane. Trust me. My cat's eyes were pitch black (not normal night cat eyes, like pure black), he glared at me in a "is THAT the best you can do" way when I flicked him on the nose for biting me, he bit me when I petted him (he does NOT bite unless you're handing him treats), and then when I "exorcised" it bc I was pissed it DARED to mess with my cat he was so exhausted he snuggled with me near my chest for about 10 minutes, and he HATES sleeping there (after he moved back to my feet where he normally sleeps)

If I had another explanation I'd give you one.

I should be susceptible to this shit, and yet you show me the ovilus and I'm like cool that's a scam

[anagram-for-mongo]

My roommate really doesn't seem to understand what it's like being working class and growing up that way, looking at the middle class like they've got it made (mainly because his parents are)

[hansolmates]

remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae​ / @eerieedits​ for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok part 2: distance learning drabbles; 01

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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room. 

“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides. 

“For fuck’s sake—” 

You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals. 

The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you. 

When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure. 

Speaking of pleasure. 

Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm. 

Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely. 

Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning. 

[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch! 

[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6

[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u 

Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook. 

You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor. 

Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat. 

The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.) 

The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest. 

So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back. 

Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour. 

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!” 

This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately. 

No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed. 

The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone. 

You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.

You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.

“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.” 

With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out. 

You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging. 

“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!” 

Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud. 

“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.” 

“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment. 

“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you. 

You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.” 

When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.” 

Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy. 

“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision. 

You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.” 

“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily. 

The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response. 

The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner. 

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s  your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura. 

“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.” 

As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide. 

“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.” 

“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.” 

Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour. 

You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed. 

When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.

“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—” 

“You’re deflecting.” 

Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.” 

“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.” 

“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.

“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?” 

The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.

Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.

You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely. 

When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand. 

Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.

“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—” 

“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.” 

“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.” 

“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?” 

Fuck. 

It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties. 

“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?” 

“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”

“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.” 

You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand. 

A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.” 

You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.” 

He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.” 

What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex. 

You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles. 

“I want to hear you say it, doll.” 

Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.” 

His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.” 

In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest. 

“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app. 

“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt. 

Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?” 

“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness. 

“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.” 

“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?” 

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?” 

You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait? 

It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about? 

You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices. 

Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch. 

[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time 

[3:01] Jeon: put it in

Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go. 

[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call

Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on. 

Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—” 

“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice. 

Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech. 

“Doll, are you hard of hearing?” 

“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.” 

“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?” 

“Very wet.”

“Little more detail.” 

“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.” 

A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake. 

“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.” 

It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says. 

“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual. 

“What?” 

“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.” 

He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.” 

You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices. 

It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch. 

“It’s in,” you reply softly. 

“Good.” 

You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable! 

“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer. 

It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm. 

“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line. 

“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?” 

And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here. 

“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?” 

“Y-you,” you mumble shyly. 

“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”

What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting. 

Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…” 

“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!” 

Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.

“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.” 

Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips. 

“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”

“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?” 

Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.” 

Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.” 

Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking. 

“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?” 

“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.” 

“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”

You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.

“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”

“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?” 

“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!” 

“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?” 

Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—” 

You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you. 

“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice. 

“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass. 

“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.” 

Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking. 

You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours. 

You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of. 

The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.

“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.” 

“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot. 

Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.

“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator. 

“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—” 

“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.

You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.” 

That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?” 

The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.” 

“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.” 

His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later. 

His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval. 

You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts. 

“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.

“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.” 

You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply. 

Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.

“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.” 

And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent. 

He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out. 

“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.” 

“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!” 

You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you. 

You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands. 

“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?” 

“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.” 

“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.

“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.” 

“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.” 

“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.” 

His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.” 

It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery. 

“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest. 

“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.” 

You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated.