#but yeah looks real strange on your end to very clearly be a smut blog and follow me on HERE OF ALL PLACES MY GUY?

[orphanedwolfandfriends]

Do I have to repeat myself and spell it out to you people?

I, me. Don't. Do. S m u t. On. This. Blog. Any muse you find on here are all kids or animals, or both, with the exception of Pomni. I'm not comfortable doing any of that on here.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm inflicting violence on my computer. :)

[downwiththeficness]

A Need So Great-Chapter 14

Summary: Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.

Word Count: ~3,300

Warnings: Smut

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married--or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.

Taglist: @dirtynerdy98 @1zashreena1 @heresathreebee @deliciouslyclassytrash @maybege @kid-from-new-zealand @clydesducktape @revolution-starter @autumnleaves1991-blog @jedi-mando @buckysalefty @anaeve

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 9, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

The ocean was huge. Wind blowing her hair around her face as Eva sat on the cliff’s edge, her feet swinging. The waves were rushing towards her, the tide coming in. She could taste salt in the air, could feel a light spray even from this height. This was really, really nice.

Footsteps sounded behind her, Horacio ambling up the slight incline. He was wearing a t shirt and jeans, a far cry from his normal attire. Eva admired the way the denim clung to his legs, the shirt stretching to accommodate the breadth of his body. She gave him a little wave before turning her attention back to the water. He sat down next to her. They had spent almost a week at the house, their existence a soft moseying pace that belied the very real danger to their lives.

“Do you come here a lot?”

He shook his head, “I used to, back before I took the badge. The work kind of got in the way of taking any time off.”

She had seen that first hand, could tell that he was desperately soaking up the softness of this little hideaway, storing it for when he needed it most. Tucked away as they were, Eva could almost forget all of the turmoil waiting for them when they returned. She imagined he felt nearly the same way.

“Shame that you’re here under these circumstances.  This is a nice place.”

Eva could see him look at her from the corner of her eye. He placed a hand atop hers, “Its not a shame, just a compromise.”

Her mouth thinned, “Still…” She trailed off, not sure where she was going with the sentence.

He squeezed her hand, “Up. Dinner’s ready.”

Eva was not much of a cook, though she was pretty good at making staple foods.  Horacio, on the other hand, clearly learned something from his mother. The way he handled himself in the kitchen was much like he did at work—mission oriented. Eva would sometimes sit at the dining table and flip through an old magazine, not really reading it.  She like to watch him move around, a knife in hand to chop vegetables, or flipping over meat in the pan to brown it.

Today’s meal was a stuffed pepper, spices wafted in the air. He’d made rice to go alongside it. From the cellar, he’d pulled a bottle of wine, two glasses already waiting at their usual spots. Eva couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she sat down.  He’d already plated their food and she leaned down, inhaling.  

“This looks amazing,” she murmured, picking up her fork, “Thank you.”

He made a non-committal sound, as he usually did when she complimented him on his cooking. She cast him a long glance, noting that he was avoiding her gaze by pouring the wine. He did that a lot, took the praise she gave him and pulled it inside himself. She could tell he was pleased by the little flush across his cheeks, but other than that, it was as if he hadn’t heard her. She wondered if that was a product of his life—couldn’t be too eager for approval.

After dinner, Horacio left her on the couch to do a walk of the perimeter, as he did every evening before they locked up. It would take one of his patented interrogation techniques to get her to admit how attractive it was to watch him load a rifle and take the path around the house and out towards the woods.

He would be gone for an hour or so, depending on what he decided needed further investigation. Eva passed the time by taking a long shower and reading yet another way too old magazine in bed. The bedroom windows were open and the breeze was carrying the smell of the ocean inside.

The sun was almost set when he came back, moving into the bedroom and storing the rifle in a case that he kept laying on the chest at the foot of the bed. He straightened and looked at her for a long moment.

“What?” she asked, feeling anxious under his steady stare.

His expression softened, “I like you like this.”

Laughing softly, she lifted a brow, “You mean wearing a t shirt I’ve owned for five years and my hair still wet because I couldn’t be bothered to dry it?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up, “I mean relaxed.”

Eva supposed that she was relaxed, though she had every reason not to be. She liked him relaxed, too.

“I feel safe.”

Jaw going lax, he regarded her for a few more seconds before giving a curt nod and turn, “I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

Eva noticed that he took a little longer in the shower than usual, had done so since they got to the safe house.  She tried not to read into it too deeply, knowing that he was off his schedule. And, everyone needed alone time.

When he left the bathroom, steam billowed out behind him, carrying the scent of his body wash. He was wearing his usual boxer briefs in a deep maroon. It was a good color for him, accenting the warm undertones of his skin. She stared at him, unabashed, and wondered how she’d gotten so lucky as to share a bed with such a beautiful man.

“What?” he asked, noting her look as he crawled in beside her to lay on top of the covers.

Eva set her magazine on the night stand and rolled to her side, bracing on her palm so that she hovered above his prone body.

“I like you like this.”

In the next second, Eva got to see those adorable dimples, his teeth flashing as he smiled. She leaned down and kissed him affectionately.

When he spoke next, his voice reverberated against her ear where it lay on his chest. He toyed with her hand, threading his fingers through it.

“We’ve come a long way these last few months.”

She hummed, nodding. His hand was calloused in a few places, the longer fingers curling over her palm. Her hand looked small when he held it, her wrist even smaller, her forearm positively tiny when compared to his.

“I never would have guessed after that meeting that I’d get to bring you here.”

Eva grinned, looking up at him, “I was a fucking mess after that meeting. I hope you know that.”

The features of his face tightened in a peculiar way, an involuntary twitch.

Eva’s grin widened, “That was an inside thought.”

Laughing, Horacio admitted, “It was.”

“Tell me.”

He started to shake his head, but Eva shifted to her belly, resting her weight on one elbow. She said his name in four long, drawn out, teasing syllables.

Pulling his lips between his teeth and releasing them, he simply said, “I was also a fucking mess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he echoed, one hand coming up to run over his face, top to bottom. He covered his eyes, chin tilting up, “I…” deep sigh, “I went into rut after that meeting.”

Her brows hit her hairline, “Really?”

He dropped his hand to the pillow beside his head, the fingers relaxed, “I told you it took less than twenty four hours for me to start trying to figure out how to see you again.”

“Yeah,” Eva confirmed, “But I assumed you were just, I don’t know, thinking about me.”

Smirking, he said, “Oh, I was.”

Her breath caught a little bit, arousal blooming in her belly as she imagined him in rut, helplessly trying to get off as he thought about her.

Voice dropping low, Eva prompted, “Really?”

His eyes darkened as he tucked her hair behind her ear, “I barely made it home before I—I didn’t even get past the front door. Just dropped down to the floor and thought about how delicious you smelled, the things I wanted to do to you.”

Blood heating in her veins, Eva swallowed around a dry throat, “What kinds of things?”

Horacio’s arm tightened around her, his eyes dropping to her mouth, “That I wanted to kiss you. That I should have thrown you down on that table in front of that idiot manager and fucked you through at least three orgasms.”

Her breath left her in a rush. She worked hard to keep herself calm. He didn’t talk that much about his fantasies, and she was desperate to hear more from him. Eva did not want to interrupt.

She kissed him softly in encouragement, “What else?”

Breathing her name, he ran his thumb over her mouth, “I could scent that you were aroused when you sat down. I wanted to lick that sweetness from the source, use my fingers to scoop it out of you. I spent hours imaging what it would be like to pull your legs over my shoulders and kiss this pretty pussy.”

The fingers of one of his hands had traced up her inner thigh in a lazy caress. He cupped her, massaging very gently. She gasped lifting her leg over his hip to open up for him.

“We’re very lucky you haven’t had a heat cycle yet. Given how I was in my last rut, I’d probably lose my fucking mind.”

Eva flinched, feeling guilty.

“What was that?” he asked, head lifting off the pillow to regard her closely.

She floundered, trying to come up with a suitable lie.

“Eva,” he warned, “What was that?”

Voice small, she said, “I’ve had a heat recently.”

His head cocked to the side, “Before we met?”

She shook her head, “No it was after we met, after we started seeing each other.”

He blinked, “That’s impossible, I would have known.”

Unable to keep eye contact she admitted, “You weren’t there. It was when you were gone for that mission.”

He processed that for several seconds, his eyes narrowing more and more, “Your voice was strange on the phone.”

Eva nodded, “I was on the upswing of it. It got...more interesting over the next few days.”

Horacio’s brows furrowed, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Eva was torn by the honest, confused expression he was giving her, as if he couldn’t even fathom that she’d hide it from him. Guilty, she offered the only explanation she had.

“You were so excited. You said you thought you had a real chance at ending the whole cartel. How could I take that away from you? Especially since we’d only slept together a handful of times. It would have been selfish to ask you to set that aside for me.”

Stop talking, Eva, she thought.

Pushing off with one hand, he rolled her beneath him, resting his weight on his palms. Eva looked up at him silently, trying to gauge his thoughts.

“You’re not going to do that again,” he asserted, the muscles in his jaw ticking, “I will be with you during your next heat, no matter what is going on at the office.”

Lifting a hand, Eva brushed his cheek, his stubble scratching a little.  Since they’d come out here, he hadn’t been shaving every day and she found that she liked that he had something more than a five ‘o clock shadow.

“I’m going to need verbal agreement on this, Eva.”

“Okay,” she replied. “I’ll tell you next time.”

“Good.” He dropped to his elbows, resting a little more of his weight on her, “Now, I told you mine. Its your turn to tell me yours.”

Eva’s face went red hot, heat soaking every pore. Her eyes slid to the side as she contemplated how much information she was going to give him about a heat that she had only a moment ago admitted that she’d had.

Moving in close, his voice a deep rasp, he ordered, “Dime, amorcita. How did you get through it?”

She sucked in a breath, her body curling into him a little bit.  When she tried to rise up to kiss him, he used one hand to hold her down to the mattress, his chin canted down.

Eva’s mind flashed back to that day, her body clenching as she remembered the rush of pleasure, the cramps of pain when she couldn’t assuage the need.

“I slept some, woke up coming. My skin was too sensitive. And, at first, I couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t until I was on the couch,” she stopped, biting her lip.

Her voice was a raspy thing, the words halting. She cleared her throat, squirming beneath his weight.

Horacio ran a soothing hand down her side, “What happened on the couch?”

“I touched myself, I felt like I would die if I didn’t come.”

Eyes full of fire, he asked, “And, did you make yourself come?”

She nodded.

“How many times?”

“Twice.”

With both hands, he pushed up her t-shirt to rest just underneath her breasts, “What happened next?”

Eva’s fingers curled into fists beside her hips, “You called.”

His eyes shot to hers, “And you lied to me.”

“No,” she cried, “I just...avoided the subject.”

Horacio’s nostrils flared in annoyance, “But, you’re not going to do that again.”

“N—no.”

He gave on sharp nod in acknowledgment of her submission, “Good. What happened after that?”

His hands followed a twin path over her sides to her hips to her thighs, all the way to her knees. Wrapping his hands around them, he pulled them up and over his body, pulling the cradle of her hips into alignment so that she could feel him hardening against her core.

“I had to crawl to the bedroom,” she continued, the flush of her arousal mixing with the feeling of embarrassment. “I didn’t make it to the bed before I had to come again.”

Kissing her collarbone, he asked, “Did you use your fingers?”

She nodded, gripping his biceps for purchase as he scraped his teeth along her skin.

“Did you use your fingers the whole time?”

Swallowing, Eva shook her head, knowing where this was going and completely unable to stop it. He’d gotten into a line of questioning, and she knew he’d see it through to the end.

“What did you use?”

She hesitated long enough that he stopped nuzzling her skin and looked up at her, waiting for an answer. When she didn’t say anything, he moved up her body, kissing her cheek sweetly, then her forehead, her chin, her jaw, everywhere but where she wanted him.

“What did you use?” he repeated, his breath fanning over her lips.

Eva struggled to breathe, “I used a toy—to help.”

Thumb rubbing her bottom lip, eyes focused on that sensitized patch of skin, he asked, “A vibrator?”

She shook her head, tongue peeking out to touch the pad of this thumb, “A dildo.”

With a little groan, he kissed her, putting a little pressure on her jaw so that she would open for him. Pulling in a sharp breath, he leaned back, an arm sneaking around her waist to hold her to him.

“Did it help you get what you needed?”

Again, she shook her head, “It helped some, but I was still hurting through most of it.”

His expression hardened just a bit, a barely perceptible glare. Needing to soothe that ire, Eva reached up with both hands and slid her thumbs into the muscle at the base of his skull, kneading. His eyes closed just a little, jaw relaxing.

“Did it,” he cut himself off with a sigh when she ground a knuckle into the tense muscle. He leaned into it, his head tilting to the side, “Did it have a knot?”

“Yes,” she whispered, biting the inside of her cheek when his hips flexed forward, grinding against her.

He kissed her again, a hard press of his lips, “Did you fuck yourself with it, push it inside you?”

Between kisses, she nodded. The memory of the relieving pressure scoring through her, her body arching up into him.

“But it wasn’t enough.”

It was sentence, a declaration, not a question. He knew it, she knew it.

“No,” she warbled, tilting her hips towards him, hands roaming over his strong shoulders and back, pulling him to her to that the wasn’t an inch between them. “I wanted more. Wanted you.”

In a swift motion, he pulled off her t shirt, throwing it over the side of the bed carelessly. His hands found her breasts, pushing them up to his mouth. Long licks, a pinch of skin, teeth scraping. Eva hissed  a breath, her body fairly vibrating with pleasure.

“You wanted my knot, didn’t you?” When she didn’t reply, he swatted her thigh lightly, drawing her attention, “Didn’t you?”

Her eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, she made an ‘uh huh’ sound that cracked on the highest pitch.  He was hard against her, his hips rocking in a sharp rhythm that, had he been inside her, would have prodded against her cervix. Sweat beaded on her belly and thighs, pooling in the hollow of her throat. He licked at it, drawing her briefly into his mouth.

“You’d let me do it now, wouldn’t you? Let me knot you in this bed.”

The image seared through her, burning away any restraint she might have had—which was, admittedly, not much to begin with. Feet on the sheets, she used any leverage she could get to put more friction on her cunt, each roll of her hips more frenzied than the last.

“Yes, alpha.”

Growling, Horacio pushed his face into the bend of her neck, hands slipping underneath her and to her shoulders where he held her steady. Mouth opening, he ran his teeth over the long line from shoulder to jaw before settling on the scent gland he’d marked.  Though the bruising had healed, Eva could still see the faint scratch across it where his teeth had dug in. He sucked on it hard, sure enough to leave yet another bruise.

Eva wailed, a broken, sobbing thing, as she came. Nails digging into his back, she bowed up tight.  Distantly, she could heard him praising her, his voice rough.  He let her rut against him until her body eased down from the orgasm, and then he was pushing his briefs down and grasping himself, roughly stroking.

She took in the sight of him, chin down, breathing hard, working to get off. It stunned her how badly she wanted to memorize this moment, and how badly she wanted to seem him come. Both hands caressing downwards, she hooked the fingers of one hand into her panties, pulling them to the side. With two fingers of the other, she slotted them into her folds, opening them up to give him an unobstructed view of how wet he’d made her.

He choked on a gasp, groaning as his fist sped up. It only took a few pumps before he was spilling across her stomach, his head hanging low in relief. When he was spent, he collapsed to his side, trying to catch his breath.

Eva giggled, feeling more than a little lightheaded. He glanced at her, his mouth spreading wide in a smile. He picked up her hand from where it lay at her side, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist and holding it to his chest.  She could feel his heart beat beneath his skin, a steadily slowing rhythm.

When he’d calmed a little, he rose and went to the bathroom, bringing a wet cloth to wipe her down. Moving around the room, he closed the windows, locking them tight, before doing the same with the door. After turning off the lights, he eased into the bed and gathered her to his chest.  Eva held his arm to her body, threading her fingers in his.

[bisluthq]

hi I’m that RPF anon and first of all thanks for being polite and not completely obliterating on me on sight. I’ve raised this point in the past with other people and t’was a fucking mess, I tell you

In terms of your point, I think I understand where you’re coming from. The whole schtick with celebs purposefully marketing themselves as sexual beings/fantasies and thus, inevitably giving their fanbase the ammunition/material to concoct their fantasies upon. I suppose I’ve never thought of it from a capitalist point of view but it makes much more sense now.

Re the swiftwyn fantasies: idk if I’m being a prude/cupcake but it still seems weird to me. Like, Yh Taylor’s screaming from the rooftops about how she’s getting dicked down on the regular (truly iconic and jealousy inducing in this panoramic if you ask me) but going out of your way to write that up is...not something I completely understand??. But it’s clearly yours (and quite a few people’s) on this blog and given you’re not actively harming anyone, have fun I guess?? It’s confusing to me but so long as the people indulging in it are sane and acknowledge it’s a fantasy (just like any other work of fiction)...no harm done.

But with Joshlie, i do think it’s a bit strange as josh doesn’t market himself as a fantasy? Esp not a sexual one. Like I don’t think it’s fair to say wanting fame = marketing yourself as a sexual being because I don’t think he does that - the two, imo, can be mutually exclusive Also, WHO HAS THE HOTS FOR JOSHUA KUSHNER? pls, like Karlie I get - she’s the smoking hot thirst trap and half of this couple but josh on his own? Nah, he’s just hot by extension/association with Kar sorry not sorry

Now regarding After - I still view After as low-key problematic (the OG books far more than the films) because of how HS was portrayed. He’s supposed to be this mysterious playboy that his fans are meant to thirst after (which is fair and not completely unfounded) but he’s written as a toxic, abusive, gaslighting asshole because the author (she’s a whole diff can of worms to deal with, yikes) decided to just give him a new (v. inaccurate and harmful to young girls) personality.

And it’s not just After that I’ve seen this with, it’s a bunch of fanfiction, RPF and fictional stuff alike. But I suppose that’s again a whole separate problem (problem being the constant romanticisation of abusive behaviour, particularly when helmed by the pretty face of a celeb) to deal with in general.

And in terms of saying, ‘well the movie made bank and so did the people involved so it’s okay’ doesn’t sit right with me because as far as I know, HS didn’t make money off of this? If anyone has info on this please correct me but to my knowledge, the name was just changed to avoid legal problems but I could be wrong. And so jumping off this point, I don’t see how this movie is okay - everyone knows that this is HS fanfic but it’s also a shitty fantasy for young girls to indulge in because it is harmful imo. And tbh, as I’m writing this, world tiniest violin for HS’s image technically being exploited and repackaged without him being able to capitalise on it but the franchise as a whole, imo, is garbage and has a net negative effect. This is complex stuff and, as you can probably tell, I’m kind of on the fence here. Feel free to chime in on what you think ✌🏼

Yeah as I said this is a huge discussion point and one I find very, very interesting because I do see the “EEK NO” angle and was on that side of the fence for this debate for multiple years, so it’s not like I’m purely like, “Oh fuck it don’t be a prude” (well I do say that to people who’re like “HOW DARE YOU WRITE SOFT PORN ON THE INTERNET” but not to like a “is this ethical” debate). 

Re Harry making money off of After - it’s not that he got paid for it per se, but it being fanfic about him defs had people listening to his shit and looking him up more. It’s a symbiotic thing. Same as Idea of You - which has yet to become a movie - definitely leads to an increase in streaming. To me both projects have benefited Harry financially and in terms of growing his fanbases. Is it how he would necessarily want them to grow organically, like if he could choose? I’m not sure, I’d be fascinated to have a discussion with him about it, but I also think he wouldn’t pearl clutch about shit like that because in the end it does benefit him. 

Now we get to like “is this a positive portrayal or not?” which is another thing I personally feel strongly about and why, although I’ve - recently, like this blog is my first venture into this territory, my smut before has been fictional fanfic or original - started writing RPF I wouldn’t write an AU/crack pairing and I wouldn’t write about people who I didn’t think were in a healthy loving relationship. But that’s a moralistic judgement. Like personally I wouldn’t feel comfortable portraying anyone I was writing as an asshole. But.... would me portraying them as an asshole affect their lives? No. After blowing up is bad for young girls who’re being role modelled bad behavior but that’s not the result of it being RPF inspired, like it’s just a bad plot.

As I’ve said, in many ways Taylor has invited fans to imagine her and Joe fucking. Like she’s put out multiple explicit sex songs and yeah we’re allowed to think about that. While Karlie hasn’t, she has shown off her husband and my vibe is... the people on this blog - real people who get comfort from reading shit here and just vibing - find her and him hot and want to imagine them fucking. Even if he hasn’t really invited that, he’s very much featured as her husband in many of her videos and in her public life. He’s a ~presence. My Joshlie fic didn’t say aaaaanything negative about them, like it was based around a public event that we know he left drunk, and then they have fictional sex in their hallway. Is that true? Of course not. Idk. It’s a fantasy that people wanted to indulge because they find them hot. 

Then we also need to zoom out and look at the history of this type of shit because y’all know me I’m all for nuanced views and my obsession with the entertainment industry and the concept of celebrity and the histories thereof and such like... define me. If we think about how showmances and PR relationships started up - thinking in terms of the studio system - there’s a huge element of transference and fantasy. People wanted to see couples on screen be dating in real life. Why? Because then they could imagine their whole lives together, they could project the characters played onto the celebs in question. And that worked both ways, like if a couple was dating in real life, people wanted to see them on screen. That’s RPF. People were obsessed with Burton and Taylor acting together because they wanted Burton and Taylor not because they gave a shit about the film in question.

I think it’s very natural to fantasize. I think there’s a long history of that. And while I understand being like, “Eh I don’t like this” I don’t know how different the logic of going “here’s a short story imagining these famous people in bed” is from “hmmmm I really think Gaga and BCoop fucked because LOOK AT THE CHEMISTRY.”

We can say both are wrong but I also think we need to live in reality, we need to look at what’s profitable, and we need to look at history. And to me at this point it’s just... no big deal. 

I will say the Joshlie stuff would probs make them far more uncomfy than the Swiftwyn stuff would make Swiftwyn but at the same time there are weirder things written about all of them on the internet than me being like, “Here’s a sexy consensual scenario between two people who adore each other” and again people walk away from my blog as bigger fans of all four people by and large and ergo spend money on their shit so eh I’m not feeling like I’m crossing any lines.

And obviously like any smutty RPF scenario is fucking fiction.

Obviously.

[httpjeon]

02. hot bot ― jungkook (m.)

jungkook/reader | android!au, hotbot!au | fluff, smut, angst

wordcount: 6.2k

contents: dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming, panty stuffing, light cunnilingus, cute fluffy forehead kisses, marriage, lots of kissing and hugging, death

― synopsis: becoming jeon jungkook’s wife isn’t what you expected.

note: the feedback was so phenomenal for part 1 i’m still reeling. here’s the much anticipated part 2!

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The café was busy, as expected for a lunch rush in Seoul. Jungkook was looking down into a glass of coffee, something he exclaimed to never have tasted before. However, he was drawn by the smell, saying it was positively heavenly.

You fought back a smile as you spoke.

“Do androids even need to eat?” You asked, not raising your voice much, knowing he could hear you just fine though the many conversations carrying on around you.

“No,” He answered, still gazing into the black liquid in his cup. “though, we are designed to be able to ingest human food.”

“That’s interesting…” You muttered, smiling again. “Why don’t you taste it instead of just staring at it?”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right,” He wrapped his hand around the mug, lifting it to his lips. However, as soon as the liquid touched his lips, he pulled it away.

“It’s hot…” He mused, bringing it back up. “and bitter.”

“You can taste it?” You asked, taking a sip from your own straw.

“Hmm…I think the way I taste is probably vastly different compared to a human’s,” Jungkook explained, taking another sip of his coffee. “I’d explain it to you, but I think it’d just go over your head,”

“Hey!” You cried, kicking his knee underneath the table, making him grin. “are you calling me dumb?!”

“Not dumb…I’d say…dim…” He muttered, his grin widening as your jaw dropped open in shock.

Your little table in the corner of the coffee shop was filled with your giggles, followed by Jungkook’s. For even just a moment, it felt like the two of you were just a normal couple and Jungkook’s wasn’t an android on the verge of repossession.

‘Good afternoon, I am issuing this e-mail to those who have unfortunately come into possession of a Hot Bot that is defective. You may have noticed your Bot’s behavior is strange. Unfortunately, this is problem that has arose in the new BTS900 models. Due to this, we have to recall these models, so we are reaching out to you in hopes you contact us to decide on a time best for you to allow us to repossess your Bot. Thank you.’

You read the message a few times before sighing and moving the mouse over to the delete button, where it hovered for a moment. There was only a moment of hesitation, until you ultimately decided it was best to pretend you never received the email.

“Hey Jungkook…” You mutter, drawing the robot’s attention away from the episode of Attack on Titan, his newest obsession.

“What’s up? You look…” He cocked his head to the side, doe-eyes wide. “sad.”

“What happens if I…don’t return you like they ask?” You asked, furrowing your brows as you voice sounded foreign to your own ears. It was shaky and nervous, something you clearly picked up and Jungkook apparently did because he abandoned the show without so much pausing it -something he doesn’t do unless it’s important.

“They’ll come for me,” He responded, sparkling eyes dimming. At his words, you felt your heart pick up. It was almost as if the air around the two of you become cold, sucked of all light and happiness. His shoulders slumped, hiding his eyes underneath his fringe made you unable to read what he was feeling.

“Jungkook…”

“Can we do something?” He asked, cutting off what you were about to say.

“Do…something?” You repeated, tilting your head to the side as you waited for him to continue speaking. He nodded, eyes drifting to the window behind your desk.

“Can you…show me what it’s like to be alive?”

You heart pumped erratically in your chest as his words. Your mouth went dry and it seemed your brain ceased to function as words failed you. With the sun shining through the window, making his skin shimmer and sparkle as if it was dewy, you were breathless at his beauty.

“Of course…” Was your reply, spoken in a soft tone, as through speaking any louder would hurt too much.

“So, what is this place?” He asked, as the two of you approached the double doors.

“It’s a clothing store,” You responded, sliding your hand into his, which he gave a light squeeze to make you smile.

“I see,” He answered, brows furrowing before he yanked one of the doors open, causing a little bell to chime, alerting the workers inside that a new customer was on the premises. “Don’t you already have enough clothes?”

“Well,” You squinted up at him. “a girl can always use new clothes, Jungkook.”

“I see,” He furrowed his brows, almost as if he was processing your words. “what about boys?”

“What? You want some clothes?” You asked, pausing in your walking to look through a rack of shirts.

“C-Can I?” He asked, voice sounding like a soft whisper – as if he were holding his excitement in. You looked up from one of the shirts to see him grinning at you.

“What the hell?” You smiled and nodded at him. “Go head, pick something out!”

Jungkook’s jaw fell open before he let out a barely-contained squeal. You didn’t have the chance to do anything but laugh before he was dashing to the men’s section to browse the clothes.

It didn’t take you long before you had an armful of clothes and you were going to the back of the store to the changing rooms. Once you reached it, you realized Jungkook was also at the changing rooms.

“What you got there?” He grinned as he saw you approach the room.

“Jungkook- “You spotted the pile in his hands and sighed. “those are all the same shirts.”

“No, they’re not!” He argued, squinting at you in defiance. “They’re all different styles,”

“I- “You sighed, shaking your head as he disappeared into the changing room with his mountain of white shirts.

As much shit as you gave him for choosing similar shirts, you had to admit he looked damn good with every single one he tried on. His broad chest made the t-shirts look sexily tight on him, making his biceps stand out and you hated to admit it but you never wanted to fuck someone in public as much as you did the second you laid eyes on him.

“T-Those the ones you want?” You choked out, feeling your body heat up at the sight of him.

“Yeah!” He seemed completely oblivious to your apparent arousal as he turned back into the changing room to slide into the clothes he had come into the store in, which was a hoodie and some sweats.

He’s going to be the death of me…

“Good afternoon, It has come to our attention that you have not responded to our recall e-mail. We are sending this out in hopes of getting a response. Please answer as soon as possible, it is urgent business. Thank you.”

The e-mail this time was much shorter and to the point. It almost instills a tiny bit of worry in you but, before you could allow it to fester, you deleted the e-mail, determined to wipe it from your memory. Just as the e-mail disappeared from your screen, Jungkook came bustling out of your bedroom.

“_____!” He called, positively glowing with happiness. “let’s go to an amusement park!”

“What?” You sputtered, his words being the last thing you expected. “Where on earth did you hear about an amusement park?”

“On TV!” Jungkook exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he practically vibrated with his excitement. “They were showing a roller coaster and a Ferris Wheel! It looks so fun!”

“You want to go?” You asked, closing your laptop as you spoke.

“Yeah! I checked and there’s a bus running in an hour, that’ll give you enough time to get ready because I know how long you can take!” He spoke fast, making his excitement very evident to you.

“What the hell…” You stood up and grinned. “let’s do it!”

Jungkook pumped a fist in the air with a cheer before running down the hallway to disappear into the bathroom.

You couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered as Jungkook took your hand in his once you reached the amusement park.

“Whoa!” Jungkook exclaimed, pointing to the large rollercoaster at the back of the park. “That’s the one that was on TV!”

“It’s getting late already, Jungkook, I’m sure the park will close soon so we better hurry,” You said, tugging him in the direction of the ticket booth.

“There’s a firework show tonight,” Jungkook suddenly said, making you turn to look at him in confusion. “that’s the real reason I wanted to come. I read on the internet that girls like to be taken on romantic dates like a firework show.”

“Jungkook…” You smiled, squeezing his hand in yours. “this is a date?”

“I-I…” Jungkook’s eyes widened and you grinned at his clearly nervous state.

“It’s okay,” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’d love this to be a date.”

Carefully, Jungkook wrapped his arms around you. You could hear mechanical whirring deep in his chest that could almost be mistaken for a heartbeat and breathing. Ever so gently, as if you were made of glass, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

When you pulled away, you took his hand again.

“Let’s ride some rides!” Your words brought the smile back to his face and he nodded, immediately spouting off the different rides he was interested in.

You groaned as you dropped down into the grass.

“My legs feel like they’re made of lead!” You complained, rolling around in the grass as Jungkook watched on with a goofy smile on his face.

“I had fun though,” He said, taking a seat beside were you were still groaning into the ground in complaint. “the show is going to begin in a few minutes.”

His words immediately brought you back to reality and you sat up. Jungkook chuckled, gazing at you with soft eyes that made your whole face feel like it was on fire.

You opened your mouth to say something but before the words could escape, there was a loud explosion in the sky that made you jump. Looking up, you caught the end of a magnificent red firework dissolving.

The words you were about to say to him dissolved and you were lost in the exploding colors and lights that filled the night sky. Every once in a while, you could hear the other patrons witnessing it shouting out their praise for the beauty of the fireworks.

“Jungkook?” You muttered, glancing over at him, making him look away from the sky.

“Yes?” He answered immediately, smiling at you wide enough to make the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Thank you for taking me here, I really had fun,” You voice was almost drowned out by the sound of another firework going off, but you didn’t break your eyes away from Jungkook.

He smiled, scooting close to you to cup your cheek. You had never seen him look so tender and happy, it took your breath away.

The explosive sounds in the sky became mute to you as he leaned in closer to you. Your hands found their way to his shoulders before his lips touched yours. You’d shared many kisses in Jungkook’s time with you but this one was by far your favorite. There were so many emotions he was feeling, putting them into the kiss in hopes you’d catch what he felt. And you did, whimpering into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to feel him close to you.

He pulled away and smiled at you, his lips barely touching yours as he spoke.

“No matter what happens, even if they try to silence my feelings…I’ll never forget this feeling of being human.” His words held so much raw emotion, his fear and happiness all melted into a single sentence.

You both looked away as people began to shout in awe as the finale of the fireworks show began.

“Jungkook?” You asked, gazing at the dark sky above you two. Your head rested on Jungkook’s shoulder, letting you feel the heat he radiated. It was unlike a human’s heat, it was indescribable; almost as if you were hugging an actual heater.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice much lower than it usually is, almost as if he was falling into a slumber.

“Why did you ask me to show you what it’s like to be alive?” You asked, not bothering to sugarcoat your words. Jungkook’s body tensed a little bit at your words, making you look up at his face. He was frowning, and his eyes didn’t hold the usual sparkle they did.

“I wanted to know…even if it was just for a day…what it was like to be a person before I lose it all,” He said, meeting your eyes. You heart hurt at his words, making your eyes sting with unshed tears.

Out of the corner of your eye, your phone lit up with an e-mail.

Your heart plummeted in your chest as you knew who it was.

When the sun was barely beginning to light up the sky is when Jungkook came bustling into the room, hair a mess and looking frazzled. You glared at him from where you were buried in a blanket burrito on the bed.

“What time is it?” You grumbled, wincing at how rough your voice sounded coming out.

“5:32 in the morning,” He replied, annoyingly chipper.

“Why on earth are you waking me up so early?” You mumbled, fighting to keep you eyes from sliding shut again. You were so tired, and you were fully prepared to do whatever it took to get him the hell out.

“Well, I wanted to know something,” He said, seeming to calm down quite a bit as he shuffled closer to the bed. Careful not to jostle you, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his back to you while he stared almost blankly ahead.

“What?” You groaned, finally pulling yourself out of the nice warm blanket burrito. You could sense this thing on his mind was plaguing him.

“Tell me about marriage,” He said, looking over his shoulder at you.

At his words, you were immediately sitting up right in your bed. Of all the things you had expected him to come to you about -the new generation of Naruto called Boruto for example, marriage was the last thing you thought of.

“What do you mean?” You asked, finally dropping your grouchy façade to stare at him with seriousness.

“Tell me about marriage between humans. What does it mean? Why do you do it?” He asked, now turning around completely on the to face you.

“I…” You sorted through your sleep-fogged mind and straightened up. “we get married when we love each other. Two people fall in love and…decide to finalize it. Marriage is a symbol that you want to share your life with someone.”

Jungkook was silent after you finished talking. It was during his silence that you realized you could hear the faint rumble of thunder in the distance, signaling the arrival of a storm. Jungkook nodded his head, blinking a few times before he looked at you with wide eyes. His brows were furrowed, and you noticed he had his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“I want to do that,” He said suddenly, making your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

“W-What?”

“I want to marry you!” He said, taking your shoulders in his hands, shocking you by the level of his seriousness.

“W-We can’t,” You cried, grabbing his wrists, beginning to worry about his mental state. “androids and humans aren’t legally allowed to marry.”

“Legally,” He emphasized, making you tilt your head in confusion. “we don’t have to be married according the state. Let’s just…”

“Have a sham marriage?” You finished his thought, making him grin and nod.

“Yeah! Let’s do it!” He exclaimed, jumping up from the bed in excitement.

Suddenly, your phone went off. You took your eyes off of Jungkook, who was now going through your closet with the intention of finding your best dress.

Picking up the device and unlocking it, you were once again face-to-face with an e-mail from Hot Bot Inc.

“This is your final warning. We require the return of the Hot Bot named Jungkook immediately or drastic measures will be taken.”

The short simplicity of the e-mail caused a shiver to crawl down your spine. But as you had many times before, you deleted it and pretended you never got it.

“Alright Jungkook,” You muttered, crawling off the bed to place your feet on the rug. “let’s have a wedding.”

“Really?!” He cried, immediately pulling out a dress he had has eye on that had been shoved to the back of your closet as you had no reason to wear such a nice dress.

“Yeah, why not?” You muttered, feeling the sadness pool in your chest but you covered it up by grabbing the dress he held out to you and jokingly kicking him from the room with a joke about not seeing the bride before the wedding.

“This the place?” You asked, finding yourself beside a secluded riverside.

The water rushed by and you could feel the sun warming your skin through the trees. Flowers were blooming on the shore and frogs were jumping around, making you smile at how cute they were.

“Yeah, this is it,” He muttered, smiling as he looked around in wonder.

You had to remind yourself that this was the first time Jungkook was able to experience something like this. While you may have been by a river plenty of times in your life, Jungkook had not and everything was so new to him that it warmed your heart to see him so excited and enchanted.

“How are we doing this?” You asked, keeping your voice soft to not break the mystical feeling being here granted you.

“I have some vows I’d like to say,” He replied, holding his hand out for you to take.

When you did, he smiled at you, taking your other hand in his and pulling you closer to him so you almost touching chests.

“_____,” He muttered, meeting your eyes. “I take you to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, this is my solemn vow.”

Before you could say anything, Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You were shocked for a moment, not expecting him to kiss you so suddenly but you immediately returned the kiss. When he pulled away, he was grinning from ear to ear, showing off his adorable bunny smile that you adored with every fiber of your being.

You didn’t make it very far into your apartment before you were lifted off of your feet, making you squeal in shock. Jungkook’s inhuman strength continued to shock you at how he easily lifted you without a hint of strain.

The mattress beneath you caused you to bounce when he deposited you onto it. Immediately, his hands were sliding up the hem of your dress to caress your thighs, causing goosebumps to erupt all over you.

“You’re always so sensitive to me,” He whispered, applying a gentle series of kisses to your neck, laving his tongue over your skin to make you whimper. “my beautiful wife.”

The use of him calling you his wife made you whimper, your pussy already beginning to produce juices as evidence of your arousal.

“Such a good little girl,” He cooed, hiking your dress above your hips to expose your panties to his gaze. With a perverted grin, he played with the little bow on the top of your panties, making you blush. “cute, babygirl.”

His hand quickly became busy between your thighs, running over the lips of your cunt through the material. He grinned as you juices began to seep through them, making the white transparent.

“Such a needy girl,” He whispered, pressing a swift kiss to your forehead before sliding down your body until he was face-to-face with your heat.

“Jungkook,” You whimpered, letting your thighs fall open as his fingers became busy.

Any embarrassment you felt about having Jungkook so close to your core had disappeared a couple sessions into having sex with him. By now, having him so close only filled you with heavy arousal.

“What do you need, baby?” He spoke, voice dropping lower in his own arousal.

His fingers continued to travel over your cunt, soaking your panties in your juices until his hands became wet as well. The panties now stuck to your lips, making your hard clit stand out for him to prod and stroke.

“P-Please,” You whined, arching your hips closer to his fingers, making him smile.

“Good girl,” He praised, once again targeting your clit, this time using the material of your panties to stimulate the little nub along with his movements. It was too much too fast, and it had you falling head first into a blinding orgasm.

“Fuck!” You cried, attempting to close your thighs when Jungkook didn’t let up on his movements on your clit. Jungkook enjoyed the way your body trembled after you just came, finding it fascinating how the same stimulation you were just begging for is now the same as the one you’re trying to escape.

But after a moment of listening to your pathetic whines, he finally pulled away, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties before yanking them down your legs. Once they were off and, in his hands, he ran his fingers over the wetness in your panties, feeling proud that he had done that before an idea seemed to cross over his mind.

You gazed at him, a lustful haze over your eyes. He brought the panties back down to your cunt, making your thighs twitch.

“W-What’re you—” You squealed when you felt his finger begin to press into you, however the digit was covered by your panties.

He was stuffing your drenched panties into your cunt. You moaned, letting your thighs fall open as far as they could, arching your thighs up to accept more of the material into your hole.

“Fuck…this is so hot…” He cooed, licking his lips as he watched until just a little bit of your panties was left in the open. “I want you to cum again,”

His words had your eyes widening. You had just cum a second ago and he wanted you to cum again.

He was out of his mind.

Just as you were about to voice this thought, his lips were suddenly wrapped around your poor nub. You shrieked, the overstimulation coming to the forefront of your mind. Thought the painful feeling, there was also overwhelming pleasure.

This happened all of the time, every time he tried to force another orgasm out of you…the pleasure always overwhelmed the pain it caused.

Before you knew it, you were grinding your hips to meet his lips, his tongue coming into the mix to tease your bud. Your back arched as you reached down to claw at his hair, tugging at the soft strands as you orgasm crested.

You let out a broken cuss, moaning as your cunt spasmed around the panties stuffed inside you. It felt so dirty, but it was so delicious. When you finally pushed his head away again, he was grinning.

“You’re so sexy,” He growled, gripping the part of the panties visible and pulling them out of you.

The feeling was indescribable, and your thighs snapped shut the moment he tossed them off the side of the bed. You caught sight that they were completely soaked and probably ruined, making you blush.

He took a moment to yank his shirt off and discard his pants off the side of the bed to join your panties somewhere away from you both. As he was busy shedding his clothes, you reached behind you to unzip your dress, not wasting a second to escape the material so you could be bare beneath him.

He grinned at you, laying his body over yours, his hard member pressing against your stomach. He cupped your cheek, pressing his lips against yours. There was a gentle moment passed between the two of you among the heated foreplay, as his lips worked against yours softly.

You broke the kiss, feeling the blunt head of his cock beginning to press into you. Jungkook’s forehead rested against yours, maintaining eye contact with you as his cock sunk to the hilt within you. He paused once he was fully inside you, just feeling the way your walls spasmed around you, still reacting from your previous orgasm.

Pressing another soft kiss to your lips, one you didn’t get a chance to return, he began to pull out and press back into you, creating a pace that was both teasing and exhilarating. The hand cupping your face travelled down to your chest, cupping your bouncing breast in his hand, rolling your nipple against his thumb. You whimpered, your breath mingling with his lips. If he were human, your breath would be mingling together. It was a detail like that that reminded you he wasn’t human, but you erased that thought from your mind by pressing your lips against his once again.

Feeling your need through the kiss, Jungkook doubled his pace, his hips slapping against yours. You cried out against his lips, his cock slamming into your g-spot to make your thighs tremble. He immediately had you on the edge of an orgasm, but he avoided your clit to keep you on edge, making you whine.

“Jungkook!” You complained, attempting to arch your hips into his to have him even just accidentally tap your clit but he was too smart for you. He immediately pinned your hips to the bed, making you sob out a whine.

“Not yet,” He growled, pressing his forehead against yours again, making you meet his eyes. “you’re going to cum with me.”

The finality in his tone made you whimper. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasted no time in using your body to get himself off. The intensity in his gaze took your breath away, he was feeling so much, and it was evident in his gaze.

He held so much power in his eyes, enough to bring tears to your eyes. You loved him. You fell in love with him.

Did he love you?

Your thought was cut short by Jungkook’s thumb finding your swollen clit, giving you a couple good thrusts into your g-spot to send you falling into an orgasm right alongside him. Your arms were around him as you sobbed into his neck, your orgasm cresting as his cum filled you up, seeping out the sides of his cock as he rode out your high with his.

You fell limp, releasing him and falling to the bed. You expected him to pull out and go to clean up like he usually did but instead he held his body up over yours. You met his gaze, panting, before you leaned up to press your lips against his.

When you pulled away, he gazed down at you for a moment, cupping your cheek again.

“Don’t worry…” He whispered, smiling at you before he began to maneuver himself, so he was laying behind you, his cock still buried inside you, keeping his cum from spilling onto the sheets.

“What’re you doing?” You mumbled, feeling the tugs of sleep.

“I think it’s called…cockwarming,” He replied cheekily, making your eyes pop open.

“That’s not what I meant!” You cried, reaching behind you to playfully smack his hip, making him burst out into laughter as he wrapped his arms fully around your body.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you. You felt safe and content wrapped against him but you couldn’t shut down your mind; you decided to ask him a question that’s been plaguing you all this time.

“What’s the defect?” You asked, your voice sounding far too loud for the calm room. He was silent and for a second you thought he wasn’t going to answer, but then he spoke up.

“We’re too human,” He answered. It was short and too the point. “they don’t like that. They want to keep us under their control…so we have to be shut down.”

“Jungkook…” You attempted to turn to look at him, but he buried his face in your hair and strengthened his grip on you to keep you where you were.

“Goodnight, my darling wife,”

The bowl of Lucky Charms in your hands was almost gone. It was an early Sunday morning and the house was calm. Jungkook was sitting directly in front of the TV as usual, no matter how many times you told him not to sit so close. An episode of Haikyuu was playing, a new anime Jungkook had downloaded from the internet.

Knock Knock Knock

It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. You hesitated for just a moment before placing the bowl down on the coffee table. Jungkook had paused to show to turn around and watch you.

When you yanked the front door open, it was like your worst nightmare had come to life. There stood a man in a suit, arms clasped behind his back. His dark rimmed glasses didn’t help the deadly glare he had set upon you. Flanking his left and right were two men, clearly some kind of security guard or bodyguard.

“C-Can I help you?” You choked out, knowing already what was coming.

“My name is Kim Namjoon,” He said, still glaring down at you. “I am here to repossess the Bot.”

You didn’t even get to answer before the two guards were storming into the apartment. Jungkook stood up, looking as if he were on guard but he ultimately allowed them to slid handcuffs onto his wrists, escorting him to the door.

“Wait!” He shouted just as he stepped foot out into the hallway.

“What is it?” Namjoon asked, his tone of voice almost sounding bored.

“Can…Can she come with me?” He asked, tearing his gaze away from Namjoon to find you. You stood there in your shorts and oversized sweater, looking so small and fragile in his eyes. “I don’t want to die alone.”

His words shocked you, causing your heart to feel empty.

Die.

He’s going to die?

“We’ll allow it,” Namjoon said, turning his back on you as soon as he spoke the words. “You’re not the only one to grow attached.” One of the guards nodded his head at you and you quickly ran out the door, not even bothering to lock it as you chased them down the hall. In that back of your mind, the words ‘you’re not the only one to grow attached’ echoed.

The van you had been escorted into pulled into the Hot Bot Inc manufacturing building. It was large and imposing but there were almost no cars parked in the are Namjoon pulled into.

“You will be escorted to another area,” Namjoon said, not even bothering to look at you as you walked the halls of the building. Just as he said it, another man came up to you. He had broad shoulders and beautiful plump lips.

“If you’ll follow me,” He said, opening a door for you to walk into.

“Wait!” Jungkook cried, trying to get to you but he was immediately yanked into another door, which was closed by Namjoon after he followed in.

You stood frozen in the hallway, watching through a little window in the door as Jungkook struggled to escape the hold of the two guards before disappearing around a corner.

“Please hurry,” The broad-shouldered man said, gently pushing your back to usher you into anther door.

As you walked down the hallway, the man didn’t say a word. You passed many doors in this hallway until you reached the end.

There was a sign that said, “Factory Viewing”. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on edge when the man merely opened the door.

“Good luck,” He muttering, going to great lengths to avoid your gaze.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you stepped in, jumping at the solid clang of the door shutting behind you. Looking around, you noticed there were a couple chairs available for you to sit in but what really caught your attention was the entire wall that appeared to be a mirror.

You walked up to it, seeing your own reflection in it.

“What is this place?” You muttered, wincing when your voice echoed off the wall.  

Just as you spoke, there was a loud thunk and the sound of electricity humming. To your shock, the mirror turned into a window and on the other side, Jungkook sat cuffed to a chair.

The only way you could describe it was a viewing chamber for a prisoner on death row.

Inside the chamber, Jungkook looked up to meet your gaze through the glass. He was shirtless now, wearing only a ragged pair of boxers that you knew he didn’t get from home. There was a man behind him, standing next to a metal tray with all sorts of power tools arranged on top. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you watched, helpless. The man behind Jungkook, grabbed a couple of tools and to your shock, a panel opened in the middle of Jungkook’s back.

“_____,” Jungkook’s voice echoed through the room, reaching your ears through speakers set up in your room. He lifted his eyes, slowly meeting yours through the window.

“Y-Yes?” You choked out, not daring to break your eye contact with him even as the man began to mess with something inside the panel of Jungkook’s back.

“I love you,” He whispered, his voice cracking as he spoke. “I’m so happy to have met you, you gave me the gift of life and I’ll never forget that…”

You couldn’t muster a response to his words, squeezing your eyes shut to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

“Disconnected,”

When you opened your eyes at the sound of those words, everything in your world seemed to freeze. Jungkook’s eyes had a glazed over, lifeless look as opposed to his usual bright glow in them.

It hit you like a ton of bricks that the declaration of Jungkook being disconnected meant they had ‘pulled the plug’ on him.

He was dead.

You felt like you were going to sick.

Clasping a hand over your mouth, you ran to the door, yanking it open before flying down the hallway you came into.

Your footsteps echoed down the hallway as you ran. When you reached the first door, the one you were separated from Jungkook at, you noticed a man standing on the other side. He spotted you and opened the door for you.

Tears were still falling down your cheeks as you walked through.

“Mr. Namjoon ordered me to deliver these to you,” He said, his voice monotone as he stared down at you with judgmental eyes. He held out a black bag to you. When you took it from him, he immediately turned his back on you and walked to opposite way down the hallway. You watched him until he disappeared into another room. Once you found yourself alone, you opened the bag to look inside.

“His clothes…” The very clothes you had gotten not-too-long ago at the cute little clothes shopping date you had, were sitting inside the bag. He had chosen them himself and seeing them inside this bag ad knowing he would never be there to wear them again, brought a new flood of tears to your eyes.

Although you had lived alone prior to Jungkook’s arrival, as you stepped inside a wave of loneliness overtook you. It felt so lifeless and dreary inside without hearing him cluttering around in the kitchen or yelling at the TV as it played an obnoxious gameshow.

You held the bag containing his clothes, close to your chest as you sat down on the couch – the same place you had sat just hours before. Your cereal sat in the bowl nothing but mush and a swirl of mixed colors from the dissolved marshmallows.

Looking up from the bowl, you realized the TV was still paused; right where Jungkook had left off.

You didn’t have the heart to turn it off, it felt almost as if when Haikyuu! disappeared from the screen, Jungkook would really be gone.

It didn’t feel real.

Tears fell down your cheeks as you curled up on the couch.

[ylla]

Friday Night Gurus - Chapter 5

Series: JJBA Ships: josuyasu, koichi/yukako (others will eventually happen too, but im tagging as i go) Tags: celebrity au, modern au, pining, recreational drug use (smoking that wacky tabaccy), meeting some of the fam, dirty talk, dicc succing, josuke and okuyasu go on a learning journey together Rating: E (YEAHHHH TIME FOR SOME SEXY STUFF)

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LONG TIME, NO SEE. Sorry for taking 10000 years to update. I’ve got a 20 hour unpaid internship, 20 hour work week, and a full class load on top of it all. I’m slowly losing my mind! :’D But, I’ve been plugging along at this for awhile, and now it is bearing fruit, so I hope that you all will enjoy the new chapter. I can’t give a time frame of when I’ll have the next one up, as I absolutely have to update TMBTP and also finish a commission, but hopefully it will be sooner than later!

Also, fair warning, this chapter is where the fic earns it’s explicit rating :’) I hope the smut isn’t awfully written, and if it is, it’s due to me hooting like a 12 year old the entire time I wrote it.

A FEW THINGS OF NOTE:

- manxom has given me the good content, and helped me flesh out FNG so much, that i gave them co-author status! They’re real, and strong, and my friend, and has really helped me shape the AU!

- puffle-tuff who is a friend and boi drew Oku and Josuke watching RHoA together! FOLLOW THEIR ART BLOG, THEY’RE SO GOOD! 

- emberandcelica made a spotify playlist for FNG, and it’s really good! So go check it out when you get the chance! 

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The worst part of being a world-famous musician, in Josuke’s opinion, was the tedious amount of boring business shit you ended up sitting through. Contracts, scheduling interviews, planning photoshoots; it felt endless at times. Really, being in the business of being yourself could be so dreadful, and Josuke avoided as much as he could. He was a busy man, with a 3 week young relationship with an amazing guy and a load of other horseshit to take care of. The only way Koichi could get him to stay in one place long enough to go over everything was to corner him while they ate at a restaurant, which was exactly what was happening at that moment as they waited for their significant others to appear. “Morioh Records wants you to come by sometime in October to talk about your contract with the new CEO,” Koichi passed Josuke the email he printed out. Josuke made a face while reading it before sliding it back across the table. Morioh Records was his label, and while they had always been good to him, Josuke hadn’t heard anything great about the new guy in charge. He scowled, “I’m good through the next year, why does he wanna talk to me about it already?” Koichi shrugged, “He wants to get all of his ducks in a row, I guess.” “What’s his name again?” “Kira Yoshikage.” “Never heard of him,” Josuke sniffed. “He was some anonymous board member that somehow got appointed as CEO when the other guy retired.” Koichi pulled out another piece of paper, “Last thing, I swear,” he quickly added when Josuke rolled his eyes so hard, they looked like they were about to pop out of his head, “Calvin Klein called, they wanna do another underwear ad campaign with you.” Josuke perked up at that, “Really? Hell yeah, I’m down.” “Thought you would be. I’ll email them and say you’re up for it,” Koichi looked at his phone with a slight frown, “I figured Yukako and Okuyasu would be here by now. Wonder where they are…” As if summoned by magic, Okuyasu and Yukako blew into the private room they were in. Oku had a strange look on his face as he plopped down in the chair beside Josuke, “Keicho has a girlfriend he didn’t tell me about,” he said in lieu of a greeting. Yukako pressed a kiss on Koichi’s forehead before sitting in the chair beside him, “He doesn’t have a girlfriend.” Okuyasu pointed a finger at her, “They go on dates. And you should’ve told me.” “They aren’t official, and it’s none of my business,” she replied, inspecting her nails. Josuke furrowed his eyebrows, “Wait, what?” Instead of responding, Okuyasu fished his phone out of his pocket, and opened up a text message before handing it off to Josuke, “It’s easier to just read it.” Clearly, it was something that was bothering his boyfriend; Josuke turned his eyes to a group chat titled DICKHEAD. Okuyasu: yooooo who wants to get wings with me tonight????? Okuyasu: keicho u gotta come with Big Bro💣: No. Okuyasu: well y the fuck not??? Big Bro💣: I’m busy. Okuyasu: too busy for ur little brother??? breakin my heart over here ;)n(; ☠Fungi☠: oku what the fuck is that face Okuyasu: ITS ME!!! IM SAD!!!! Okuyasu: bro what r u doin thats more important than eatin food ☠Fungi☠: yeah keicho, way to be transparent with your bros Big Bro💣: It’s none of your concern. Go eat gross shit with your boyfriend and don’t annoy me with it. :| A bunch of text messages were Okuyasu and Yuuya needling Keicho, with him responding with various ways of saying ‘shut the fuck up’, until Yukako spoke. YuYu Kakosho👊💥: He’s probably seeing that girl I caught him with back in March. Okuyasu: WHAT ☠Fungi☠: oh shit Toilet Hazmat🚽☣: kek Okuyasu: U DIDNT TELL ME??? Big Bro💣: Goddamn you, Yukako. You said you wouldn’t say anything.  YuYu Kakosho👊💥: I’m tired of having my phone blow up. Get it out of your systems now. ☠Fungi☠: you got a girlfriend, keicho?? Someone strike up the band Okuyasu: Y DIDNT U TELL US Big Bro💣: 1) She’s not my girlfriend, and 2) You two screaming is exactly why I didn’t. The rest of the messages were just Yuuya sending suggestive emojis and Keicho threatening to inflict violence upon his person. “Sooo, he’s seeing someone?” Josuke asked. Okuyasu scowled, “Yeah, that blonde-haired fuck. He didn’t tell me.” He sunk down in his chair, face sullen, “Why would he hide that from me?” “Because Keicho never tells anyone anything about his personal life,” Yukako interjected, face neutral. “I’m his brother—” She raised an eyebrow, “I’ve only known you people for three years, and I can see why Keicho Nijimura keeps everything close to the chest.” Koichi had busied himself with his phone, “Don’t take it to heart, he most likely has his reasons.” “Still, we’re all the only family we got left. I don’t wanna hear about things in his life from other people.” Yukako sighed exasperatedly, “If it makes you feel better, the only reason I know this is because I happened to see him with her at that coffee shop.” “What were they doing? What does she look like?” Josuke leaned in. He didn’t care about Keicho or his love life, but he sure did love hot gossip. “Talking. He had his hand on her arm, she was blushing and giggling. Typical flirting.” Yukako took a sip of Koichi’s tea, “She’s not like any of the other girls I’ve ever seen him with; no tattoos or piercings. Has long, curly brown hair, blue eyes, petite. I’d put her at about 5'2 or 5'3. Very pretty."  "Damn girl, you really have an eye for that kind of thing,” Josuke said thoughtfully, “How did he find out you knew and how did he buy your silence.” “Took a picture of them together, sent it to him later that night. Got a promise that he’d do me favors in exchange for me not repeating what I saw.” Josuke whistled, “Cold-blooded.” Yukako merely shrugged, “That’s the nature of the beast.” Okuyasu sighed, but said nothing. Josuke frowned a little at him, “Since you don’t really have plans, do you wanna get pizza with me and some of my family tonight?” Oku waved a hand, “Don’t need ya to take pity on me.” At that, Josuke rolled his eyes, “I’m not, I want you to come out with us. You gotta meet them anyways.” “Hmm…who’s gonna be there?” “Polnareff, his boyfriend, my nephew, his husband, and their daughter. Pol’s sister may be there too.” “…Does this place have wings?” “All you can eat.” Okuyasu smacked his hand on the table, grin replacing his scowl, “I’m sold.” “Good shit, I’ll let them know,” Josuke brushed his hand over the one Oku smacked down onto the table, “You’ll like 'em, they’re good people.” “Josuke,” Koichi interrupted, “I emailed the Calvin Klein people. They’re going to get in touch with us to schedule the shoot.” “C-Calvin Klein?” Okuyasu stuttered. “Yeah, doing another underwear ad campaign for them.” “O-oh. That’s…good…” Okuyasu’s face was blood red.  Before Josuke could ask what was up, a waiter sprang up to take their orders. Questions for another time.

Meeting at Pineapple Larry’s Pizzeria for dinner, followed by a couple hours at the arcade was a tradition that dated back ten years. Originally it had just been Polnareff, his boyfriend, Josuke’s nephew, and his now husband, but then grew to include Pol’s little sister, Josuke’s niece, and Josuke himself.  When he and Okuyasu breezed in, Josuke was in the process of warning him that his nephew was taciturn, his niece would bully him into playing Street Fighter II, and that everyone was great, save for the fact that they liked to put pineapple on their pizza. Josuke couldn’t give anymore heads up when his 5 year old niece went flying into his boyfriend’s arms. “Oku!!!"  "Hey, it’s my favorite bunhead!” Okuyasu caught her in a hug, “How you been, Jolyne Cuisine?” “Good!” “Uh, what?” Josuke asked, perplexed.  Jolyne waved at her uncle, “Hi, uncle Josuke!” Okuyasu did a double take, “Uncle?” She looked between the two of them, “Uncle Josuke, do you know Oku too??” “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend–” Jolyne gasped and hugged Okuyasu harder, “Really?? Wowie, that’s awesome!” She grinned, her front left tooth missing, “Now I’m gonna have two cool uncles.” Josuke felt his face go crimson, and was only mildly relieved when he saw the same color mirrored on Oku’s face. A man with flaming red hair, cherry earrings, and tattoos strolled up to them, “Jo, don’t choke him.” “'Kay, daddy! I’m gonna tell pops that Oku’s here!!” She hopped down, and took off towards the back of the restaurant.  “Sorry, Okuyasu,” Noriaki Kujo smiled, “You know how she can get.” “S'fine, I uh, didn’t know you guys were related?” Noriaki laughed, “Yeah, Josuke’s technically my uncle.” “What the fuck, dude, why didn’t you tell me you knew Oku??” Josuke asked incredulously. “Where would the fun be in that?” Noriaki responded with a toss of his singular hair curl. Josuke learned as they walked to the table that Okuyasu had been patronizing Hierophant Green, Noriaki’s tattoo parlor, for a long time. “He did me and Keicho’s memorial tattoos for our mom,” Okuyasu explained as they followed Jolyne to the back. “Not to mention all those cover-ups,” Noriaki shook his head, “Whoever allowed you two to get those monstrosities should be hanged.” Jotaro, Jolyne, and Polnareff were already at the table; Jotaro was reading through a thick stack of papers, but threw up a hand in acknowledgement that he was aware of their presence. “Bonsoir,” Polnareff greeted them, “Mo is running late, but he’ll be here soon,” his face turned into a grimace, “And my precious little sister will not be joining us today, as she has a date with some man she has yet to introduce me to.” Noriaki took his place beside Jotaro, “Is it the same one she’s been seeing all this time?” “Yes!” Polnareff groused, hands up in the air. “They aren’t even dating! She says it’s 'casual’ and 'non-exclusive’,” he used air quotes while talking. Josuke and Okuyasu sat down. “Not to change the subject or anything,” Josuke started, “But the fact that all of you have met Okuyasu before really took the wind out of my sails.” “He hasn’t met Av yet.” Jotaro pointed out, eyes not leaving his paper. “That is true,” Okuyasu said helpfully, “I ain’t met him yet.” He rubbed Josuke’s shoulder, “It’s all gravy.” Their orders were taken and well on their way on coming out before Avdol showed up. “Apologies,” he said, while kissing the top of Jolyne’s head, then Polnareff’s cheek, “Had a student with a crisis, but it’s all resolved now.” He turned his attention to Okuyasu, “And this must be the boyfriend I’ve heard so much about,” Avdol stuck a hand out, eyes twinkling, “Mohammed Avdol, pleased to make your acquaintance. Everyone calls me Mo or Avdol, so feel free to address me as either.” “Uh, likewise,” Okuyasu shook his hand nervously, “Polnareff talks about you alot.” Josuke snorted. That was the understatement of the century. Avdol elbowed Polnareff as he settled down beside him, “Hopefully you’ve heard nothing, but good things.” Polnareff was affronted, “Excusez-moi? I’ve done nothing, but sing your praises to everyone. Perhaps I should start revealing the truth.” “And what truths do you have to reveal, Jean?” “That you are mean to me, you insult me, you don’t appreciate anything I–” Jotaro rolled up his substantial pile of papers and started smacking Polnareff in the head, much to Jolyne’s amusement, “Shut up, no one cares.” The Frenchman would not be silenced, “Betrayed by my own flesh and blood!” “We aren’t related, jackass.” Thankfully, the pizzas and Oku’s wings picked the right time to come out.  Josuke made a face at the Pineapple Larry’s Pineapple Larry Special, which was a Hawaiian pizza. Which Josuke hated with an almost irrational passion, so he scarfed down his little margherita pizza (Oku tried the pineapple. Final verdict: pretty damn good). “Hey Oku, when’s ya birthday?” Jolyne asked between shoveling huge bites of pizza in her mouth. Okuyasu was on what was probably his 27th wing, “October 10th.” Josuke spat his drink all over Polnareff, who immediately started shrieking and ran off to the bathroom, “That’s literally two weeks away! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” “It never came up.” “We gotta throw ya a party,” Josuke whipped his phone out. “Nah nah, don’t worry about it,” Okuyasu put his hands up, “S'fine, dude.” Josuke rubbed his arm with one hand while texting with his other, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll get you and a bunch of other people shitfaced.” Okuyasu was about to protest, but Noriaki waved him down, “Might as well accept it, Okuyasu.” He stood up and stretched, “You guys ready to head to the arcade?” Jolyne hopped up and posed, “I’m ready!” Avdol followed suit, “I’ll go coax Jean out of the bathroom.” As Avdol walked away, Okuyasu leaned over to whisper in Josuke’s ear, “Hey, let’s go back to my place after we get done here.” “Sounds good, sunshine."  "Come on guys, I gotta beat you in Street Fighter!!” She started tugging on their shirt sleeves, “Losers have to buy ice cream!!” “You’re on, kid.” Josuke challanged.

“How the fuck did she get so good at Street Fighter?” Oku asked as he finished their shared joint, blowing the smoke into Josuke’s mouth. Josuke held it, then blew it out before answering, “Noriaki is a big nerd. He’s rubbed off on her.” “She’s five.” Josuke shrugged, “I beat Super Mario World when I was five.” They were sitting on a bench underneath a large open window facing out towards the back of Okuyasu’s apartment complex. The arcade trip had been a lot of fun, if you didn’t mind getting schooled at Street Fighter II by a 5 year old playing Blanka. This was the first time Josuke had been to Oku’s apartment in the entire time they’d know each other. It was nice, but didn’t feel like anyone lived in it. 'I hate being alone, so I go sleep in one of Keicho’s spare rooms, Yuuya’s couch, or with you. This place don’t really feel like home, ya know,’ had been Okuyasu’s explanation. The major upside to this place was that the Official Head Roadie and Weedman of Arrowhead, Hazamada, lived directly below Okuyasu. The two of them collaborated on a sick beat while pounding on the door to Hazamada’s apartment, inadvertently pummeling him in the face when he poked his head out to see who was knocking. Josuke almost pissed his pants from laughter; they got a shitty little joint, two middle fingers, and door slammed in their faces for their trouble.

When they lit up, Josuke straddled Oku’s lap and taught him how to shotgun smoke. It took a couple of tries, but eventually he got the hang of it. What followed was intense grinding and sloppy kisses. Josuke was very away of the problem poking at him, but was content with letting Oku twist in the wind for a bit. Then they fell into comfortable conversation, interrupted by the occasional tongue action. “Speaking of games,” Okuyasu stood up and stretched, his shoulders popping in a way that sounded painful, “let’s play something.” “What you got in mind?” “Hmm…” Okuyasu tapped his chin, “How about Metroid Prime 2? I never finished it.” He walked over to his entertainment stand, “I’ll get the Wii hooked up, could you go get my strategy guide for it?” “Why not just look up a FAQ for it?” Okuyasu kept his back turned to Josuke as he sat down to fiddle with the cords, “That guide’s got pictures. Sometimes reading a lot makes my head hurt, so they help.” Josuke nodded, but spoke when he remembered Okuyasu couldn’t see him, “That’s fair. Where is it?” “There’s a big box with "Books stuff” written on the side, filled with old magazines and shit in my spare room. It’s probably in there.“ Okuyasu’s spare room was were odds and ends went to die. The room was full of boxes and clutter that needed sifted through. At first, Josuke thought locating the box Okuyasu had indicated would be an impossible task, but miraculously, he was able to find it lickity-split. The box in question was filled with well-worn magazines and tattered strategy guides. It took a minute, but Josuke was able to find what he was looking for quickly. However, curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t help but sit on the floor, and peruse a few of the magazines. Guitar World, Kerrang!, Alternative Press, Rolling Stones; Okuyasu had quite the catalogue. There was a Rolling Stone in particular that, for whatever reason, drew him in. He picked it up and made to flip through it, but noticed that there were some pages stuck together. With care, Josuke peeled the pages apart to find his very first Calvin Klein underwear ad. The ad spanned two pages: one page featured him in nothing but briefs, biting his lip while staring into the camera, arms behind his head. The opposite page was more or less the same, except he had one hand on his chest, the other on a lollipop stick; his tongue peaked out of his open mouth, curled around the lollipop. The pages were covered in some residue. What the fuck did Oku spill on— he thought to himself, until a voice in his head interrupted. It’s semen. He masturbated to your undie ad. This was his spank bank. Josuke became very aware of how sweaty and red-faced he had become. Gently, he rose from the floor, guide and magazine in hand, and returned to the living room. "About time,” Okuyasu said, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he struggled to kill an Ing Warrior, “Was gonna go send a search and rescue party to find ya.” Josuke said nothing in response. Instead, he held up the spunk-covered pages, “I see you were a fan of my ad work.” Okuyasu’s face went on a journey from confusion to terrified. “Uhm…” he fidgeted nervously, already starting to sweat, “I can explain…” If he was about to explain it away, Josuke didn’t even give him a chance. He all but leapt onto Oku, shoving his tongue down his throat. A sloppy, heated makeout session ensued, with both of them groping at each other like a pack of horny teenagers. “You know,” Josuke panted, pulling away long enough to catch his breath, “We never cashed in that raincheck.” Before Okuyasu could respond, Josuke slid out of his lap, down in-between his knees. “I wanna make good on it,” Josuke rubbed the pronounced bulge in Okuyasu’s pants, “Can I suck you off, babe?” It seemed that Oku had been rendered completely speechless by that question. After a few seconds of processing what Josuke said, he could only manage to nod dumbly at his boyfriend. Josuke flashed him a wicked grin before pulling Oku’s basketball shorts and boxer briefs down in one go. A slight moan fell out of his mouth when he saw what awaited him. Okuyasu had a huge dick, and Josuke was delighted. It was long, thick, and throbbing; he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. “Oh fuck, baby,” Josuke bit his lower lip. “Wh-what?” Oku found his voice again. Josuke glanced up at him, and found that his face was puce and covered in sweat. “You look tasty.” With that, Josuke swiped his tongue all the way down Oku’s shaft, pleased at the whimper it elicited from him. He wrapped his hand around Okuyasu’s cock, pumping it roughly, “Is this what you thought about when you jerked it to me? What my mouth would feel like? How I’d sound when I’d beg for your cock?”

“God, yes,” Okuyasu gasped, covering his ruddy face with his hands.

“No baby, look at me when I fuck you with my mouth.”

Okuyasu didn’t remove his hands, but he peaked at Josuke through his spread fingers, eyes wide. Good enough, Josuke thought to himself as he took Oku’s dick into his mouth. Unfortunately, Josuke wasn’t blessed enough to not have a gag reflex, but he made up for it by harshly jerking the inches of Okuyasu he couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Not that his boyfriend seemed to mind. He was too busy moaning and cursing as Josuke prayed at the altar that was his dong.

Either his succ game was too strong, Okuyasu hadn’t known the touch of another person upon his penis in a long time, or the fact it was just Josuke Higashi-goddamn-kata giving Oku’s dick the business, Okuyasu panted out, “I’m close,” after a few minutes.

Josuke pulled back off his dick, still working the shaft, “Where do you want to cum, beautiful?”

“Your mouth,” Okuyasu grunted, voice rough.

Josuke pressed his tongue against the head of Oku’s cock, “Be a good boy and fill my mouth up. Coat my tongue.”

The dirty talk sent Okuyasu over the edge; he let out a single “Fuck!” as he spent himself in Josuke’s mouth.

Hot cum glazed Josuke’s tongue. He waited patiently until Oku was done spurting before showing him the load, and then making a big show of swallowing it. Unable to help himself, Josuke licked the head of his cock clean, revealing in the shudders that he felt pass through Okuyasu and the winded expression on his face.

Josuke stood up, feeling triumphant, “I’m gonna get a soda. You want some water?” He didn’t bother to wait for a response, as he walked into the kitchen.

As he pulled out a can of soda, he was acutely aware of his own boner. It was a problem that needed to be taken care of, but he just sucked the soul out of Okuyasu through his dick, so Josuke felt that it might be poor form to demand a blowjob. Perhaps later—

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Okuyasu press up against him from behind, palming Josuke’s dick through his sweats, teeth on his neck. Unconsciously, Josuke hissed, arching his back into his boyfriend. “I’m not the kinda guy to leave someone hanging,” Okuyasu spoke into his ear, voice like sandpaper, “I’m gonna suck you off, angel. Turn around.”

Josuke didn’t need to be told twice. He spun around, pulling his dick out; Oku backed him up against the counter, before kneeling in front of him. As if hypnotized, Okuyasu gently wrapped his callused fingers around Josuke’s cock, slightly stroking. Josuke’s breath hitched at every stroke. After a couple of minutes he groaned, “You’re killing me, dude.”

“S-sorry,” Okuyasu whispered sheepishly, “Jus’ appreciating the view.” As if he was ravenous, he dove down onto Josuke’s cock, taking it all the way to the back of his throat in one go. “Jesus H. Christ, do you not have a gag reflex,” Josuke stuttered out, completely taken aback. He didn’t get a response, only a devilish look from his boyfriend.

Curling his fingers into Okuyasu’s unmade hair, Josuke just tried to enjoy the ride. He was unable to keep his hips still; the longer he felt Oku’s hot tongue or throat clamp around his cock, Josuke thrusted more and more into his mouth.

Okuyasu pulled his dick out of his mouth for a moment, “You can facefuck me if you want.”

“You sure?”

Yet again, he received a response in the form of a look and the feeling of Oku’s throat against the head of his dick.

Not one to deny such a polite request, Josuke snapped his hips, fucking Oku’s mouth. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head; he wondered if this is how he’d fuck Okuyasu’s ass eventually. The thought of it made Josuke’s inside clench, and he couldn’t stop himself from groaning out Okuyasu’s name over and over again while he shot jets of cum down his throat. If he wasn’t so spent, he would feel embarrassed how quickly he came, but goddamn did that feel good.

Okuyasu waited like a good boy until Josuke pulled out of his mouth before he swallowed and stood up. Both of them eyed each other with worn out expressions. Josuke was the first to break the silence, leaning over and softly kissing Okuyasu, who returned it, “Metroid?”

“Metroid.”

“You know, if I went back in time and told myself a year ago that Josuke Higashikata would suck my soul out through my dick, I’d whoop my own ass for being a liar.”

Josuke snorted, eyes trained on his phone’s screen as he organized Okuyasu’s birthday party, “I ain’t a succubus, Oku.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, demon.” Oku was brows were furrowed, trying to not die while fighting Quadraxis.

“So, you jerked it to that ad of me, like, pretty frequently?”

Okuyasu sighed, cheeks going pink, “Yeah. I bought that issue when I saw those pictures in there. It gave me a lot of inspiration.”

“Man, that really feeds my ego.”

“Don’t be getting a big head, Higashikata. It’s already massive.”

“Fuck you, there’s nothing wrong with my head!!”

Okuyasu cackled, which quickly turned into a groan of frustration as he was squished to death by Quadraxis, “Fuck this robotic piece of shit. I’m gonna go to his house and burn it down.”

“He lives in the game, you can’t do that.”

“I know, I know,” he rubbed his face, “Still wanna though.” He looked over at Josuke, “You know, you don’t gotta throw me a party.”

“I want to,” Josuke replied, “It’ll be a good time. I’m inviting cool people.” At the apprehensive look on Oku’s face, he continued, “All of them know about us, so no worries there. You’ve already met most of them, and my family will be there.”

“Okay, then that’s fine. I think. Jus’ make sure to invite Keicho and all them too.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Josuke said soothingly, “This will be a lot of fun, I promise. Nothing bad will happen.”

He hoped that his promise would ring true.