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SNICKERDOODLES & SPECIAL SAUCE
Part 1 - Do We Really Have to Keep Her?
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader,
Summary: ‘Twas the night of fake Christmas and all through the halls, creatures were stirring, eventually on all fours… or …Mrs Butters isn’t just messing with Dean’s underwear drawer. She’s messing with your love lives, too. 18+ only
Word Count: 4K words
Tags/Warnings: crack, friends to lovers, love potion, language, dubious consent, pining, eggnog, Mrs Butters is a terrible wingman, SMUT in parts 2&3—————————————————————Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Read on AO3
Part 1: Do We Really Have to Keep Her?
The scene was right outta your childhood. Strings of giant baubles pre-lit flew before your eyes; spinning and winding around the balustrades and the lush green branches of the fir tree sitting atop the war room table. Mrs Butters had whipped it out of thin air without a visible wand or spell book, and you were afraid to ask.
Five finger discounts weren’t uncommon in the bunker, but she didn’t seem the stealing kind.
Had the whiskers on her chin been longer and she dressed all in blue, she’d make a mean Merlin or Merriweather. She was just missing her sister Flora. Or did that title fall on you?
“Close your mouth, dear,” she said as her hands flattened the collar of her blouse. “You’ll catch flies that way. Not a man.”
Not a… What? She’d been throwing shade at you all day, but that? That took the cake.
Who said you needed one for starters? You surrounded yourself with four on the daily and they were less than desired. An angel, a literal child, and two hunters, arrogant and crude. Yuck, yuck, and double yuck.
Sam could keep his toxic gas, and Dean, refusing to change his underthings until he’d worn them inside and out, twice? Yeah. No thanks.
You opened your mouth wider to argue, making her words come true. Only she cut you off with the same tsk she’d given Dean earlier when questioning his third beer.
“Oh, I know your type.” She hooted like an owl and the lights flickered along in time. “You’re the same as young Josie. The first Woman of Letters. Look what happened to her.”
“Abbadon possessed and killed her,” you said.
“Yet you have a tattoo for that.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she tsked again, but before you could offer another retort, she clicked her heels and strode away. Shame it wasn’t three times. This was your home and her picking you to pieces in it wasn’t happening. No way, no how.
So, you chased after her and her stupid apron into the kitchen, a few steps behind. She was fast for an old lady, but you were faster.
“Look lady!” You grabbed her by the arm and she turned to face you. Those eyes of hers could shoot laser beams if she wanted. Cut your insides open, head to toe. Anyone would think you’d stolen her fake Christmas. Screw your Tuesday afternoon in June.
“Mrs Butters will do, dear,” she said in her sweetest voice. The smile that accompanied it prickled the hairs on the back of your neck. “Why don’t you help me with the snickerdoodles?”
Wait. What? No. You didn’t want to help her with her cookies. You didn’t want her here at all.
You looked her in her beady eyes and opened your mouth wide to speak, only to find a spatula in your left hand, and an eggbeater in your right.
What the—
“Language!” she chirped.
That evening, Dean’s face lit up, matching all that glittered as he and Sam descended the spiral staircase. The spring in his step like a child’s on an actual Christmas morning.
The baubles. The tinsel. The lights. No wonder Mrs Butters had kept you busy baking and decorating all afternoon. More flourishes had been added since you’d last seen it, and there were presents, too. Gifts wrapped in ribbons and glossy wrapping that belonged in a department store window, never in your life, now sat below the lowest branches of the tree.
The large square one with the teal and white trimmings had your name on it. Literally. Written in silver cursive on a blue background, you could just make out from where you stood, a good three feet behind her.
That is until the guys hit the ground and you took a step towards Dean, who was first. Headed straight for Mrs Butters and the silver tray of Christmas treats in her hands, of course.
He took one and shoved it into his mouth, biting off Santa’s face with no qualms. No questions asked, either. Give that man sugar and a crumbly base to eat it off of and you’ve won his heart over, tenfold.
You cocked your brow, but he just grinned through full, rosy cheeks, and said, “This is great, Mrs B.” with a crumbly finish.
Sam rolled his eyes, and you agreed. Was it great?
“Don’t chew with your mouthful, dear.” She patted him on the back. “And it’s not me you should be thanking.”
She winked at you, and all eyes turned.
“You made these?” Dean asked, looking you up and down just as she had earlier.
Did you? Your sugar coated hands smoothed over your thighs, catching on the skirt of your apron. She’d made them. You just mixed up the icing and placed dollop after dollop of red, white, green and black on their golden tops. But did you tell him that? No. Were you given the chance to? Also, no.
“She made them from scratch.” Mrs Butters beamed before you could, snapping her fingers and walking away with a clickety-clack.
The woman was a whirlwind. The tray of cookies, magical just like her to the point you weren’t sure any of you should be eating them, even if you had helped mix the ingredients. They’d appeared on the table in a space amongst the presents that wasn’t there two seconds before.
Though why were you surprised?
Dean still wasn’t. Least not at the apparating snickerdoodles. “You really made these?” he said, shoving Santa’s jolly belly and legs into his mouth all at once.
You folded your arms across your chest. It may’ve been untrue, but he didn’t have to doubt you. “Is it so hard to believe I baked?” you asked with a narrowing glare.
“Maybe in college.” He chuckled, leaving you flustered and him a larger hole for the cookie crumbs to crumble onto his chin.
“It was one time!” And he’d never let it go.
Cue Dean’s purple nightdress and Sam ripping his eyes from their sockets.
Packed lunches.
Smoothies on tap for Jack.
Clean sheets and clean clothes for everyone. Only some of your bras and panties had gone MIA. Replaced with stockings, a dressing gown and a petticoat that would never fit under your jeans and sweats, let alone the one skirt you wore on the job.
Of course, you knew who to thank. She’d rearranged the kitchen. And if you’d been insulted before? Well, it didn’t matter, because you did nothing, choosing to stew in your bitterness. She considered the room your domain and you a housewife, yet she’d charged in and changed it on you.
You couldn’t win.
The fresh fruit was a nice touch, sure. It sat on the counter along with all the other makings of your Christmas dinner, including ham, turkey, and pork. That stuff had you salivating.
The apples she had you stewing, though? Not so much.
“Perfect!” Mrs Butters said, not noticing the glitter that’d fallen into the pot from the tinsel hanging above the burners. Nope. She clapped her hands with the tips of her fingers in excitement, rather. “The boys will be most surprised. Samuel was very excited when I told him about my special apple and cranberry sauce.”
You bet he was, and you gave her your best fake smile. Sam was particular about what he ate, and the sugar levels in this stuff were more than he’d eaten in the past year. He’d get a surprise all right. She would too if she let Dean sample all the dairy centric dishes she’d made.
“Now, turn the heat to a simmer, dear,” she said, and in the next breath yelled, “Jack!”
Could she not slow down just a teensy bit?
Before you could even crank the gas, she was hightailing it to the kitchen table where he sat eating his sandwich. No matter, he didn’t want it. She’d insisted you make it for him, anyway.
It was hard enough to keep up with her quips and off-the-cuff insults, but Jack was innocent, vulnerable, and she wasn’t upsetting him anymore than she already had under your watch. So you threw in the towel, the one you’d had resting on your shoulder, and you strode over to him, too.
“Can we fix you anything else?” she chirped at him. We, meaning you.
“Ah, no, thanks.” You shared a look. His shoulders hunched over as he put the wholemeal, de-crusted PB and J back on his plate. “I wasn’t—”
“Oh, pish posh.” She double tsked. “You’re a growing boy. Perhaps another smoothie if the sandwich isn’t hitting the spot?”
She’d phrased it as a question, but it wasn’t. Nope. Another glass of the creamy concoction she’d forced upon him all day appeared from nowhere. The woman could magic up food and trees without lifting a finger, yet she was hovering over you as she cast instructions on how to make everything by hand.
Why you were even agreeing to this was beyond you. Yes, you had your ulterior motives. Monitor the witch and protect Jack because Cas was indisposed, and the guys were chasing monsters at the new fandangle radar’s whim. But being her bitch? You needed a break from that.
“Wanna watch something?” you asked Jack, tugging on your apron by the longest piece to untie it. Only, it was rather tight, as was Mrs Butters gripping your shoulder.
“We have to finish our sauce first, dear,” she said.
Of course you did. Which led you back to the burners, and Jack to the remodelled Dean cave without you to watch Home Alone ‘cause it was neither bloody nor magical. There was enough of the latter going round, and apples needed to be tended to.
“Why can’t you just whip this up like everything else?” you said as you stirred the apples, once, twice and thrice as instructed.
“Well, I can’t do all the work, can I? Now. Back the other way,” she said, and you did that, too.
“But how’re—”
“Three times, dear,” she insisted, hovering closer to your side.
That was… rather precise, sounding more like a spell than a recipe, and you stopped for a moment, reconsidering the repercussions if you continued.
“Is this—”
“A buh-buh-buh.” She widened her beady eyes. “We’re making this with love. It has to be done correctly.”
“Love?” Yeah, you weren’t touching the stuff when it was done. You’d added every single ingredient that had gone into it so far, but you were still unaware of where it’d all come from besides thin air.
Where was everything before it popped into sight? It didn’t even make a sound when it did, and, oh god, what if love was a code for something more sinister… or bodily? Could you catch herpes with a special sauce? Wasn’t there a saying about pulling things from asses?
Heh. Dean would appreciate that, and your lips splayed into a smile at the thought of him and his stupid grin.
“Is there something funny about love?” Mrs Butters asked, and you swallowed.
If only she knew. “No.” You flicked your head and cleared your throat for good measure, turning just in time to see a metal sieve pop into her hand.
“Where—”
“Apples, dear.” She nodded to the large pot.
Right… Of course.
You set to work, doing as she’d asked. Only she continued to stare, never blinking. Watching every movement of your hand, up and down, left to right, as you scooped the apples out.
“How did you come to be in the bunker?” Her much kinder voice caught you off guard, and… wait. No insult?
No tsks or mentions you were doing it wrong? And how come she got to ask the questions?
“I, ah… Dean invited me to move in a couple of years ago.” You flicked your eyes her way, hoping the bare minimum would satisfy her, and let you get back to concentrating on the apples.
“That was nice of him,” she said, and you could only agree. It was.
“Do you enjoy living here?”
“It beats stingy motels.” You shrugged.
“Oh. I’m sure it does, but you’re living in such tight quarters.” She waved her hand, and the pot doubled before your eyes. “It’s bound to cause issues between a woman and two men.”
And there it was. The impending insult.
So that was her problem. You living alone with Sam and Dean? With all the modern technology around, she must’ve realised things had changed since the fifties, and “We’re just friends,” you said. Both brothers were always kind to you, and unlike everything else that moved, Dean had never tried getting into your pants, so things weren’t awkward. There was mutual respect. The odd banter. Comradery.
“With urges.”
If you had a drink, you’d have spat it out. As it was, you dropped your ladle into the pot, only to find the handle, clean and back in your fingers before you had the chance to retort. Yeah, that was more like it. Her moving stuff.
Urges, though? Is this where all the glances were coming from? The comments about Josie? She didn’t want some floozy perverting her boys?
“Are you dating anyone?” she asked next, and bingo.
You were right on the money.
Bitch. You weren’t a floozy.
“Look. I’m not dating Sam or Dean, so you don’t have to worry, alright?”
“Oh, I know you’re not seeing Samuel.” She chuckled. “He has Eileen.”
Wait. “He does?” She’d been here all of one day. How the hell did she know that when you didn’t? Had she been looking into more than just your dirty laundry?
Fuck.
Dean’s magazines. The shoe box in your closet.
You swallowed and flicked your head down to her level, expecting more judgement; but finding empathy in the lines that decorated her face instead.
“Tell me more about you and Dean,” she said. “I imagine you saw him too this morning?”
You and Dean.
You and Dean?
What was that supposed to mean, ‘cause the way she’d said it implied the two of you together, and that was far from the truth. It couldn’t happen. He considered you family, and, “Family doesn’t end with blood,” he’d said, which made you sister Winchester.
Well… not quite. No habit. A tattoo. Josie was far closer to one of them before she became, you know, and Chuck dang it. This shit was messing with your head.
Nuns. Winchesters. You and Dean. Didn’t help that you had caught a gander at what was below his nightgown that morning.
Yeah… Families don’t seek that out.
They also don’t think about it after the fact, but ever since Mrs Butters’ little chat in the kitchen, that’s where your mind was going. Every. Time. You. Saw. Him.
You were more perverted than he was, and carrying the homemade special sauce you’d made to the dinner table that night wasn’t helping.
You stepped up the small step into the library with as much care as you could muster, not wanting to trip in front of the guys. Read, not trying to trip in front of Dean. Screw the pretty gravy boat you carried that Mrs Butters must’ve whipped out of her ass, too.
“This is Mrs Butters’ special sauce,” you said to Sam with a grin, who swiped his tongue over the inside of his cheek.
Dean, as you’d hoped, was more appreciative of the opening you’d thrown at him. You’d chosen your words after all, knowing he’d make something of it and he didn’t disappoint.
He stood up from his seat to inspect the genie’s lamp-like piece as you placed it in the centre of the first table next to the gravy and giant ham. His hand, finding your shoulder as he did with an electrifying touch.
“Dunno what you were hoping for, Sammy, but be glad it ain’t white.”
“Not funny.” Sam shuffled in his seat.
You couldn’t help the snort at his scowl. Your gut couldn’t help the flip at the contact of Dean’s firm grip on your shoulder, either. He was so close, you could smell the gas station aftershave on his clothes over the array of food, and you held your breath.
What the fuck was wrong with you?
You’d admit it was creepy, but Mrs Butters took the whole Christmas cake.
“Oh! Oh! Dears!” she shrieked in glee as she shuffled up to the small step herself to join you. Jack trailing along behind with a stack of plates. “Look.” She clapped her hands, darting her beady eyes upwards. Giving you all no choice but to do the same out of curiosity.
Dear god. “What’s that?” you asked, though your gut flipped again at the inkling. Like the sieve and the gravy boat, the bunch of pale green leaves were new, and it could only mean one thing.
Sam’s body shuddering in a fit of laughter further confirmed it.
That was not there before, and Mrs Butters sure looked pleased with herself.
Course she’d made it. Who wouldn’t be proud? Her heels clipped the wooden floorboards as she bounced on the spot. Hands, no longer clapping but balled into fists as she shook them in the air.
“Well. Go ahead! I see a lady standing under the mistletoe, Dean.”
And what was a kiss amongst friends? Siblings? You’d let Dean peck you on the cheek if that would get her off your case, and you turned it to him and poked it with your finger. “C’mon Deano. This sweet skin ain’t gonna kiss itself.”
Thank Chuck he found it funny, too.
“Right,” he said, and even wagged his brows as he swooped in, letting in all that glittered into those brilliant greens of his.
It was soft and quick and a terrible idea. Made worse when you patted him on his own shoulder and commended him for his effort. “Not bad.” You fanned yourself for added effect. “No wonder all the girls all fawn over you, huh?”
Could you shut up now? That was cruel to him and you, but it would seem poking bears had become your speciality. Only this time, this one bit you back.
He huffed. Shook his head with his own tsk of his tongue, and then brought it and his pouty lips down to yours with no time to react.
Whisky. Sugar. Tingles in all the wrong places. Your foot might’ve popped like a scene in a cheesy movie if it weren’t for the chairs in the road. It was soft and quick and a terrible idea on his part, because while he was very much pleased with himself, you couldn’t look at him straight after that.
Dean.
Dean, Dean.
His name was easy on your tongue, and he on your eyes.
Through dinner, desert, cleaning up, and Die Hard, they feasted upon his form when he wasn’t looking.
Yes, you perverted son of a bitch. You couldn’t even do it like you knew he would. Which meant he wasn’t interested, and you could live with that.
But could Mrs B?
She was meddlesome, and maddening, and she’d tucked your sheets in way too tight to the point they were keeping you awake. Yes. It was her and them alright, and not your hang-up on Dean.
No. Thanks to her, your toes made little mountains that stretched the fabric over your needed-to-know basis legs. The little hairs moving underneath prickled your skin much like a certain someone’s scruff had brushed over your chin and cheek earlier.
The freckles on his nose. Remnants of his cheap aftershave in yours. Hell, stepping out of your room would give you a real good whiff of the smoke and spice with your door only three down the hall from his.
But would that make you feel better? God no, but you abso-fucking-lutely gave into the urge and exerted yourself outta bed. You needed a cold drink to cool your jets and soothe your fuzzy insides, anyway. A stiff one, even better, and you stormed out into the hall in search of it all.
Anything to clear your head.
Only every turn you took towards the kitchen found newer Christmas decorations that weren’t there when you’d bid everyone goodnight before. Tinsel here. Glitter there. Mistletoe everywhere, and your brain turned plant hunter and gatherer, decking the halls with forceful fists of fury.
No more kisses could happen, no matter how innocent Mrs Butters made them appear. Apparitions would remain food related, and when you and your burden made it to the kitchen’s trash can, you wanted to jump in, too.
“Everything okay, dear?” Mrs Butters said with a grin that rivaled Dean’s. The exact one he had on his face, sitting across from her.
Fuck.
His disheveled hair, fresh and damp from a shower. His tight-fitting Henley rolled at the sleeves… Water. You needed that water for your throat yesterday.
“Can’t sleep either, sweetheart?” he asked.
Sweetheart. What a delectable sound.
“I, ah… no.” You waltzed over to the cupboard that held the glasses, opening it up, only to find none there. If you were a glass, where would she have put you?
“Where are the—”
A tall tumbler full of water popped onto the shelf before your eyes.
Right…
“Would you like some eggnog?” Mrs Butters beamed, but before you could respond, a second glass, full of the stuff, apparated, too, and you stood there stunned.
“Thanks,” you whispered. Mind and soul depleted of all life, and needing the protein.
You picked them both up with a touch of caution and made your way to the table, soon finding yourself having to choose between the lesser of two evils. Sit next to him or her?
“You’re not wearing the housecoat I left out for you,” sealed the deal.
Dean was safer, and taking the seat on the stool next to him, had you sweeping over your chest as you settled.
You were braless, but your top was thick enough to cover your nips at least. “Didn’t fit,” you said, slurping a mouthful of eggnog straight after to keep the rest of your thoughts at bay.
The stuff was potent. The aftertaste choked you on its path down.
“What’s in this?” you asked at the end of your splutter, as Dean’s palm made contact between your shoulder blades this time. Honestly, it’s what you needed, the kick, not his heavy hand on your back, but Mrs Butters’ continual beaming had you at unease.
“It’s a secret.” She winked before standing up with yet another clap of her hands. “I’ll leave you two to finish your drinks. Don’t stay up too late. We’ll open the remaining presents in the morning.”
And with that, the whirlwind that was the old wood nymph was out the door, leaving you alone with the man you weren’t supposed to be thinking about.
“Isn’t she awesome?” he said.
“Sure makes things interesting.” You took another gulp of your eggnog. It was easier on the throat the second time around, and if it kept your mouth occupied, and your eyes away from Dean’s, you’d drink it all.
But he hummed, and you drew to it like a moth to a flame. That deep rumble. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat when he spoke.
“You still think she’s out to get you or something?”
Did you? Though unspoken, she had remarks on your wardrobe and the fact that you weren’t the pin up for a 1950s housewife right outta Stepford. She’d pulled the mistletoe stunt, and brought on this strange fascination with Dean, but she’d done nothing harmful per se. Just… weird.
So what was it? What couldn’t you put your finger on besides the glass of eggnog?
“You know how you’re always going with your gut?” you said, braving a glance his way.
He nodded.
“I just can’t shake this feeling that there’s something else going on besides the special sauce.”
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Up next in Part 2
Having had enough of his antics, Sam pushed it aside and marched in. He scanned the room the second he had, finding Dean and his purple nightgown with ease.
It was hard not to miss.
As was his one-eyed-snake, reddened and sticking out from under it.
“Dude.” He… He… “Would you put that thing away?”
Thank Chuck, Dean listened to that instruction. It was bad enough seeing it before in the kitchen, not hard. This was… This was… “What the hell do you want me for?” And what was he supposed to tell Eileen?
“It’s stuck.”
It… “What do you mean it’s stuck? Just beat it out and go to sleep.” —————————————————————
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“What shall we hang? The holly or each other?”
Made a last minute print inspired by my favorite Toxic Christmas Movie, The Lion in Winter (1968). I always love doing a detailed piece like this! I’ll be selling prints at EBABZ tomorrow, but feel free to pick up a copy on my storenvy as well <3
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Three whole hours while I assemble this… audience!
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[scene from Benevolent! A Non-Canon Malevolent Christmas Special]
I didn’t want to finish it, so you get the storyboard version!
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TW: suggestive language (MDNI)
A/N: this was my first time writing for Higuruma and Kusakabe...hope you'll enjoy it! If you want a Part 2, pls let me know who I should include. Thanks for reading anyway!💕
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Credits to @anitalenia for the lovely divider! (Tysm for creating and sharing such cute ones💕)
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wow happy christmas. christmas huh. this is just like act 3 of pentiment where everyone gathered to celebrate christmas at the inn and alexander and kazimierz played music and sang a christmas song for everyone haha omg christmas. just like in the scene of my favourite characters from hit game pentiment by obsidian entertainment 50% off on steam via the winter sale that did i mention, features my favourite musician/meistersinger duo kazimierz wierzbięta and alexander rappolt wow i cant believe it's christmas in the flesh
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i'm genuinely so obsessed with tommy's deadpan, dry humor. "probably all gonna die anyway" "mm, not like that" "enjoy it while it lasts" while face looking like 😐😐
#need someone to make a tommy kinard being the funniest mf gifset with these and “they had henleys in the 80s”#“i came with the car this time”#“could be why i havent been getting your christmas cards”#“guess you can't have enough closet space” // “ain't that right evan”#and obviously the bonus fake mouth static#tommy kinard#911#911 abc#bucktommy#lou ferrigno jr#mimi.txt
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Merry joyous times and new years
They can't be joyous for all 😔 (this isn't snow, just melting invertebrates)
The common ash stain is max like 5 meters in diameter (this drawing is being very dramatic). It's created when a big bunch of 'insects' of the species swarm in a spot as their final journey. Their stinking full bodies die and let out strong acids that dissolve the top layer of the corpses into this sticky white bed.
Underneath one will find thousands of eggs and later insect babies feasting on suffocating meggs, plants and sometimes smaller animals stuck underneath.
Oh jolly
#art#seasons greasons#seasons greetings#digital art#speculative biology#artists on tumblr#artwork#worldbuilding#speculative evolution#spec bio#uniima#fueem#merry christmas#and other holydays#spec evo#alien species#alien#fake snow
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the christmas party ended 3 days ago and shes still here
#qsmp#death family#deathduo#qsmp missa#qsmp philza#qsmp chayanne#qsmp tallulah#qsmp luismi#philza#missasinfonia#belated art cus i kinda got a lil too crazy on christmas if ya catch my drift#was a great time tho and hopefully all yall had a great one too#also i feel we as a community should include luismi in more death family art cus theyre apart of the family damnit!#i feel so ashamed for forgetting to include them until now#such a fake death family fan i am....#btw i know luismi already has a christmas outfit but ive decided to deviate for variety sakes
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SNICKERDOODLES & SPECIAL SAUCE
Part 2 - It Should’ve Gone Down by Now
Story Masterlist || Main Masterlist
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: ‘Twas the night of fake Christmas and all through the halls, creatures were stirring, eventually on all fours… or …Mrs Butters isn’t just messing with Dean’s underwear drawer. She’s messing with your love lives, too. 18+ only
Word Count: 3.4K words (multiple POV)
Tags/Warnings: crack, friends to lovers, love potion, language, dubious consent, pining, eggnog, Mrs Butters is a terrible wingman, SMUT—————————————————————Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Read on AO3
Part 2: It Should’ve Gone Down By Now
Something else going on, huh? Well, you were right. There was definitely something else going on because Dean felt like shit. He’d dropped a load off twice, and still wasn’t faring much better. What with his insides rumbling and… squeaking, he could liken his stomach to a volcano or a geyser, ready to erupt.
It had to be that turkey.
That bird was the most awesomest thing he’d ever eaten. Moist and meaty. And with those potatoes and the pumpkin and that cheese covered stuff on the side? Man. Who knew vegetables could be so delicious? He’d had two helpings of it, and… oh right. The dairy.
Heh-heh.
Eh. He’d slow down tomorrow.
Mrs Butters had promised him apple pie, and he needed room for that if her cookies were anything to go by.
Or were they your cookies?
Yeah, he still didn’t know what’d gone on there besides you having beef with Mrs Butters, and really? What else could be going on besides Christmas, monster radars and lactose causing him grief again? He could tie all of it back to Chuck, no doubt if you gave him a minute.
He sauntered back to his room, extra careful to not make a sound as he passed everyone else’s. The tips of his boots tip-toeing over the polished floors. But when those tips reached his door, he felt the first niggle of something being up other than his heels.
Pulses, tiny but strong, kinda like how it felt when he got his rocks off, strummed to the beat of his heart. It travelled from his queasy stomach to his now warm junk and had him looking down to find little Dean stirring.
Huh.
Well, okay, nothing that unusual. Maybe for not seeing or thinking ‘bout anyone special, but it’d been a long day full of victories. The vamps, the nymph turned housemaid. A bit of sugar, even though forced and unexpected, was kinda nice. Stressful, but nice, and he figured he’d earned himself some time to rub one out.
Heh. Who was he kidding? He was wired, his gut issues weren’t about to let him sleep, and it was just another regular Tuesday night. He didn’t need an excuse to cook up his own batch of cookies.
Ever.
So he shut his door, locking it behind him in case Mrs Butters let herself in again and went straight into getting everything he needed ready. Lube. Tissues, an old sock… okay, no on the sock...
The even older wood nymph was a little too efficient, but no bother. He had plenty of tissues and a sink by the door. He’d make do with what he had. Just needed to pry open his favourite Miss January 1973 from his collector’s edition and he’d be in business.
Thank god she hadn’t found that.
He ripped his clothes off, ‘cause who needed them anyway, and planted his ass with a wriggle, into the sweet memory foam on his bed. Comfort was key. Getting it hard, even more so, though, surprisingly (or maybe not), he was at full mast. Must’ve needed this more than he thought, and he shrugged and reached for the lube.
He squeezed out a decent dollop and wasted no time wrapping his hand around the base. Ho-ho, he really was in business. Slightly cool, but warming rapidly under his touch, his balls pulled tighter and his skin lit up. Seemed he really needed this.
No, seriously.
As he fisted himself, squeezing just the way he liked with a swipe over his head to boot, his slit was already leaking his own brand of special sauce. Warm and creamy.
Heh-heh. You and your stupid special sauce. His hand was on fucking fire, and you were…
Shit.
No.
Why was he thinking of you when Miss January was right there in front of him? Yeah. He needed to dump whatever thought that was and bring his top head back to Miss January.
Fuck. Miss January.
His free hand spread the glossy pages further apart, and his eyes roamed over her body. She was lovely. A fine and upstanding citizen. With pretty titties he could rub it between, and a round ass he’d plough in and out of. Yeah. Bet she’d like that.
Bet you’d like it, too, and he grunted at the thought of touching.
But, nope. Nuh-uh. He wasn’t going there, remember? He was looking at Miss January with her legs spread nice and wide for him. She had hair the same length as yours if he squinted just right and he squeezed his fingers tight. Dragging perfect pressure up the length of him and to the sensitive tip that twitched when he rubbed that reddened head.
Though wait. Fuck. If your drapes looked like hers, did that mean your carpets matched hers, too? Dean sped up his hand at that thought. And oh, oh, okay. He was doing this and picturing you?
Apparently so.
His hips were lifting off the mattress. His heels dug into the sheets and the plush foam beneath them to keep up momentum. He’d say he was going to hell for that, but he’d already been, and the pull in his stomach, hard to ignore. It was just… Too. Damn. Good.
What would you look like out on display like Miss January? he wondered. Would you let him touch you? Let him spread you open with his fingers?
“Oh shit.” The hand that’d held the mag open swept down to cup his sack and the base of his spine jolted. He was so close. His thumb on the other swiped over his slit, pulling out a large drop of more sauce that kept him wanting for more.
What would you taste like? Better than stupid cookies, no doubt. A little sour when you let him lap you up? Tangy if he spread your pussy open with his tongue and fucked you with it?
“C’mon, Deano,” you’d said under the mistletoe. “This sweet skin aint gonna kiss itself.”
No, it would not, and, yep. Oh, god. He was gonna… Yeah… He was gonna fucking burst.
“Take it, baby,” he said, and his visual changed to you with your mouth wide open. A rim of eggnog ‘round your lips just to hit that sweet visual home.
You’d take it alright. You’d take every last drop, as did his hand and stomach.
There was no time for tissues or socks. Warmth bubbled in his still queasy gut and his pelvis went rigid. His own freckled skin, taking it all as he moaned your name.
That had to be a record time, but he didn’t fucking care up on cloud nine. His languid strokes drew more and more out of him until he was sure he was spent. Only little Dean didn’t go down as expected. Not even slight.
Nope. Dean even rested his wrist, but nothing was changing. There was no refractory period whatsoever. His dick, still straining in his hands, was hard, stiff and throbbing. And those pulses? Yeah, they still hadn’t stopped, either. No. His balls remained tight.
Of course, Dean saw it as a blessing. He still had it, and you… heh… you were kinda hot.
He looked down at the mess and back at the mag, then back to his dick. May as well go again, right? Take his time, ‘cause he did deserve it.
There was just one problem he hadn’t realised yet, and by the end of the night, less than a few hours really, you all would.
You see, you were also wired. And if you couldn’t get to sleep before, you certainly couldn’t get to sleep now.
Not only was your head running through that peck and Dean’s last words to you over eggnog, but your stomach churned and the same, overthinking made it pound.
You and Dean? You and Dean? Fuck no, it’d never happen, but the pounding still didn’t let up.
Your skin felt clammy, too. You’d say you had a fever, but touching the back of your hand to your forehead was no different from placing it anywhere else on your body. So, maybe you weren’t sick, but getting there?
Had… had Mrs Butters given you food poisoning? The cookies? The ham? The cheese-covered cauliflower?
It was all plausible, and you were up outta bed again for the second time that night because lying there, tossing and turning, wasn’t helping. Neither had the eggnog.
Only difference was, last time you walked free and steady. This time you stumbled, tumbled and fell more than once.
Through the halls, past Dean’s room, your hands fumbled over the tiles on the walls. It was a surprise no one woke up to the sound of your distress. The aches. The pangs. They were spreading all over, causing you to groan and gripe.
You’d say you were getting your period. Had it not been for it coming and going two weeks ago, though maybe it was ovulation cramps? That was a thing, right?
Whatever it was, you needed aspirin. Or a hysterectomy, stat. But with only the former available to you, that’s what you sought, and you somehow found your way towards the infirmary. The smoke from a train still running in the war room, making you even more nauseous as you passed by it.
Oh god.
The pain.
You. Were. Going. To. Die.
But so was Dean a short while later, by Sam’s hands, no less, having been called out to, twice. God. Sam was not in the mood for his crap.
No. His jaw tightened, but he held back the sigh that wanted to escape him as his brother’s voice thundered out his name once again.
“Sammy!”
What the hell had he done now? He sounded… pained? Panicked? The last time he’d called out like that, Kevin had been trying to communicate with them from beyond the veil, so Sam presumed it was urgent. At least it better be.
He turned back to his computer screen open on his bed and signed, “I’m sorry,” to Eileen’s confused face. “Can I call you back?” His hands added ‘jerk’ to the mix, and pointed to the door, knowing she’d get a kick out of it.
She giggled in that way that had her nose scrunching up, and Sam’s heart raced. All he could give her in return was an apologetic smile, and another, “Sorry.” This better be quick, he thought.
“No problem,” she said. “Don’t be long.” And with that, she waved and signed off.
Sam stood up, taking his time. There’d been no gunshots or screaming from anyone else, so it wasn’t a life or death situation. Yet. Just needed investigating.
Of course, Dean couldn’t come to him. Never in a million years. It was always Sam making the middle ground like now.
He traipsed the far-enough-distance down the hall to Dean’s room, where he found the door locked. Great. The least he could’ve done was open the damn door.
“Dean?” He knocked, not bothering with being quiet, though he was rather surprised the rest of you weren’t up now, too. How could you not hear his brother’s cries? Your door was only three down. He’d think you’d have been the first to arrive, and he took a step back to check. Yours was open?
Weird.
“Sammy?” Dean finally said, followed by shuffling, ruffling, and footsteps that stopped shy of the crack below the doorframe. “That you?”
“Who else would it be?” he asked.
Silence sounded back.
“Are you going to let me in or not?” He jiggled the handle, but a force from the other side made him stop.
“Okay, okay,” Dean said with a defeated tone and a huff, clicking the door open by only a crack.
Having had enough of his antics, Sam pushed it aside and marched in. He scanned the room the second he had, finding Dean and his purple nightgown with ease.
It was hard not to miss.
As was his one-eyed-snake, reddened and sticking out from under it.
“Dude.” He… He… “Would you put that thing away?”
Thank Chuck, Dean listened to that instruction. It was bad enough seeing it before in the kitchen, not hard. This was… This was… “What the hell do you want me for?” And what was he supposed to tell Eileen?
“It’s stuck.”
It… “What do you mean it’s stuck? Just beat it out and go to sleep.”
“You don’t think I tried that already?” Dean said. “I’ve jacked off three times, man.” He raised his fingers in the air. “It won’t go down.”
“Okay. That-that-that is way too much information.” They were brothers, they knew the drill. Knew all about what happened behind closed doors, but you didn’t talk about it. Not a word… unless you were Dean, and you got yourself into something like this. Whatever this was.
“Did you take something?” Sam dared to ask.
“No!”
To which he glared, and Dean grinned.
“Well. Not this time.”
And Sam drew his hand down over his nose and chin, trying to adjust. Why was he always the one cleaning up Dean’s mess? Even just thinking about it like that had him shuddering.
He could see how Dean was upset, though. He had some empathy if he really hadn’t done or taken anything because three times and still being up would probably be painful.
But, “What’re we gonna do?” Dean asked. His hands were now on his thighs in a weird-ass brace. At least the tent was outta sight.
“We? Dean, this is your problem.”
Except it wasn’t only him.
No matter the position you sat or stood in on the infirmary floor, the ache between your legs would not yield. It weighed your whole body down like a heavy period might, only there was no blood. Just wet upon wet that’d soaked through your pyjama bottoms.
Mrs Butters’ housecoat was looking mighty fine right now.
The satin finish with dainty embroidered flowers would cover the stain on your ass, assuming you could even make it back to your room without toppling over again.
The aspirin hadn’t kicked in yet, and your legs were like jelly. The pain, excruciating.
Pins and needles had travelled the back of your calves, and up your thighs to settle in your core and your wet, wet heat. It continued to throb in time to the pounding in your head, and it wouldn’t die down.
You were hot, burning up really. You were buzzing, and you were horny. It just took a minute for you to figure out what your body had been trying to tell you. You’d even tried to assist by flicking the bean.
But then Dean had gone and yelled out to Sam and you’d removed your fingers from your panties quick smart on the off chance one of them came upon you.
It was agony. Pure agony.
Just when you thought you’d get some sleep, this shit had all gone down.
You needed to get off, but you were also desperate for the guys to find you ‘cause something wasn’t right here. Dean’s timbre was doing things to you, and Chuck, a part of you, hoped it would be him that did the finding.
His thick fingers could work wonders. Other parts, more so. And after that kiss earlier, those lips of his were welcome on any piece of skin of yours, inside and out.
“Oh. shit.” More heat gushed out of you, if that were even possible, and your legs clenched together on instinct. It felt way too damn good, and you did it again. And again.
Your ass cheeks were working the aerobic commercial circuit. One squeeze, two. Clench, release. Tighten, relax. Hips gyrated too, and oh fuck. Just a little more.
Screw the guys. Your middle finger was pushing back under the elastic as you spread your legs and got comfortable on the tiled floor like some bitch in heat.
Of course, that’s when Sam found you, and he wasn’t pleased.
You weren’t either.
“Not you, too?” he said, and you just stared back. You should’ve been ashamed… but you weren’t.
First Dean and now you? What the hell was going on and would Sam catch it? Yeah, he didn’t want to explain this to Eilleen.
Something was definitely up, besides Dean’s hard on, and you were no better. Wriggling in his arms, squeezing your thighs together like that.
Nope. Nope. He wasn’t going there.
“Would you stop fidgeting? I’m going to drop you,” he said, gripping you tighter. Though why he’d picked you up was still questionable. You weren’t running away. Quite the opposite, actually, and he needed to be careful. There was no way he was going down that road. Least not with you.
But then you said, “It hurts Sam,” and he had to hold back asking where.
So, the walk back to Dean was awkward, but nothing he’d seen could prepare Sam for what lay ahead.
Seeing his brother’s junk twice was one thing.
Seeing him flogging it was another.
And feeling you squirm and then moan in his arms at the sight? Yeah. That was a whole other level of whack, and Sam wanted to call it quits. Now.
Yes. Something was up all right, though you could no longer see the tent in Dean’s nightgown from where you sat.
The library chair was worse than the ground. At least you’d had some wiggle room there. With only so much space to twist your hips in search of friction and your hands and torso tied up, there wasn’t much going for you on the wooden seat.
You should’ve considered yourself lucky Sam had used a scarf on you, whereas Dean had gotten the rope treatment.
“Why am I tied up when Dean is as well?” you asked, staring at the man in question from across the table. The coil inside wound so tight, you were about fit to burst.
He looked better than you remembered. Pure sex on a stick. Those lips were the perfect weapon to counter your needy cunt, and he was looking at you just as wanton.
Okay. Hold up. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” You were a woman who had needs, but this was beyond ridiculous. No one was this… horny.
“You’re looking mighty fine from over here, darlin’.” Dean winked, and it sent tingles to your bits.
No one but Dean, god dammit.
You pressed your thighs together as if your life depended on it. Heaved your chest out like an old-timey harlequin and pushed your pelvis into the chair.
Oh.
Oh.
Mm-hmm. Mrs Butters would not approve of this, but Dean sure did.
“Would you stop that!”
“But it hurts, Sam.” You elongated his name as far as was possible. The whine you could produce when you wanted to, grating, even to you.
“Yeah, well… I got nothing,” he said, closing the fourth textbook he’d read so far, and scanning the shelves for another. “Something must’ve happened after I left ‘cause you’re the only ones affected. What did you do after Die Hard?”
You grinned at that. Dean did, too, though he had more of a smouldering smirk going on.
“It’s not a Christmas movie!” Sam said, but you both ignored him.
Your tongue swiped over your lower lip. Teeth grabbed it once it had to bite down. Hard. Dean’s jaw had tightened and his shoulders flinched, rippling the bone and muscle under his nightdress that spread taut across his chest. Tighter on account of his arms and the rope. Yes, Dean could rock just about anything. Would probably pick up, even at a bar wearing that thing, if he so dared. The purple brought out his eyes, and when yours met his, they widened as you remembered the last time you’d really looked at them.
“You know how you’re always going with your gut?” you’d said then, and, “Mrs Butters,” you said now.
The eggnog.
You knew it tasted funny, and as far as you were aware, only you and Dean had drunk it. But no. No, no. Maybe it was the mistletoe? You’d both kissed under that, too, and thank Chuck. Dean was also coming to your conclusion.
His head tilted and his face grew pained as he went through the motions. “Dammit. Guess we can’t keep her now.” He pouted, and Sam’s face lit up in delight.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Read on AO3—————————————————————Thank you so much for reading!
Up next in Part 3
Your white knuckles and sweaty palms held on too tight to the arms of the chair. Damn. That Pink song knew a thing or two, even if the lyrics and your body had differing opinions.
You didn’t want Dean to blow you one last kiss, though. No. Oh no. You’d settle for blowing him, or better yet, him blowing his warm breath over you because everything was on fire. The depths of your panties, the worst. The stiff wood under your ass and your pyjama shorts weren’t doing nothing for you. Neither were your knees rubbing together.
“Would you quit it?” Dean growled, and the echo went straight there.
A shiver. A trickle. A shock? Whatever it was, your cooch clenched tight to trap it and you had to stifle the moan you almost couldn’t. —————————————————————DEAN TAGLIST:
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Steve Martin and Martin Short as Charles Haden-Savage and Oliver Putnam ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING (2021) S1.E10: "Open and Shut" | S4.E9: "Escape from Planet Klongo"
#only murders in the building#only murders hulu#only murders season 4#only murders spoilers#omitb#omitb spoilers#omitb s4#oliver putnam#charles haden savage#olicharles#charles x oliver#omitbedit#dailyflicks#cinemapix#filmtvdaily#my gifs#“FAKE Charles Hater: calls him boring on a daily basis but lights up like a christmas tree whenever he's asked to hang out with him”#- matthew broderick probably
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Missing Christmas
Changbin
Angst bad bf Changbin why am I making them so mean?! Swears
Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl.



General Taglist @stellasays45 @beebee18 @weird-bookworm
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he is the most boyfriend-coded character in all of twst. imagine watching all of the cheesy christmas rom-coms with ace……… movie date,,,, the type of guy you netflix and chill with while it snows outside. cozy time inside!! kisses that taste like the hot chocolate and sweets you indulged in. fwb that feels so much more romantic when it’s the festive season. >:)
#meraki mumbles#ace who doesn’t want to be alone for the holidays#something something ace convincing you to come home with him for the holidays#because he’s been bragging to his brother about his (not) lover#and if he shows up to family christmas without someone…… he’ll look like a loser (according to his older brother) LOL#ace - please come with me (name) 🙏 i can’t let them know i’m actually without bitches#fake dating for the holidays!!!!!!!
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Home for the Holidays Pt. 2 (M)
pairing: jungkook x f. reader
genre: fake dating au, f2l, christmas au, smut [18+] Put your age in your bio so you don’t get blocked please 💜 this is an 18+ blog
summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.
You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.
wc: 14.3k
warnings: pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, love, darling, good girl, doll), food/food mention, mention of conning JK's grandmother, mention of a blowup doll, making out, marking (scratching, biting, hickeys), jungkook has a motorcycle but his grandmother forbids him from using it while she's there, mention of jungkook's grandfather's death, one-bed trope, mention of slot machines, mention of a breeding kink, reader is on the pill, mention of being self-conscious (reader), mention of drowning in melting snow due to embarrassment, hair pulling, jungkook is a consent king (and it's hot af, okay?), fingering (f. receiving), handjob (m. receiving), oral sex (f. giving), unprotected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, creampie
a/n: a HUGE thank you to @btsgotjams27 for allowing me to scream about this JK in her inbox for weeks! and for helping me go over the ending! thank you, thank you, thank you!
read part one here
date: January 12, 2024
The moment you set foot in Jungkook’s family home, it was like stepping foot in a department store the day after Thanksgiving.
Holiday decor sits on every inch of the living room wall—there are snowflakes, snowmen, Santas, and jolly words on every bit you see.
A giant Christmas tree takes up a large portion of the living room in a corner far from the fireplace. Large red bows hung from the branches, and a gold star sat on the top. A candle on the coffee table burns, filling the home with its vanilla cookie scent.
The dining room had an elegant arrangement of candles and ribbons. A glass jar of red and gold ornaments sat in the middle as a centerpiece.
“Jungkook!” Came an elated greeting from the kitchen. An older woman came rushing toward him, her hands cupping his cheeks as she hugged him tightly.
Jungkook grunted when he was pulled to her height, swaying side to side as she hugged him.
“Never leave me,” she nearly sobbed dramatically. You bit back a laugh.
“Mom,” Jungkook wheezed. “You’re scaring my girlfriend. She doesn’t know you’re joking.”
“I’m not joking,” his mom laughs as she squeezes him one last time before releasing him.
“Mom!”
Jungkook’s mom ignored him as she stepped toward you.
“Hello,” you wave meekly. You introduce yourself, and she smiles.
“I’m Aera,” Jungkook’s mom introduces herself as she pulls you into a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you! Jungkook said nothing but good things about you. I swear he’s so in love!”
“Mom!” Jungkook hissed as he ran his hand over his face.
You giggle, linking arms with Aera. “Is that so?”
Jungkook watches as the two of you head toward the kitchen, arm in arm, while he rolls the suitcases further into the house after shutting the front door.
“Oh, Jungkook,” his mom says as she has you sit at the table. “You’re in Seojun’s old room, and this sweetheart is in yours.”
Jungkook nods as he locks eyes with you, silently asking if you’ll be okay for a few minutes while he takes the luggage upstairs.
“Here,” Aera hands you a small dessert. “Seojun made these just for you. You’ll meet him tomorrow along with his fiancée, Saraí.”
“Ooh, chocolate,” you grin as you take the chocolate and take a bite. You moan from how good it tastes, melting right on your tongue.
Aera claps her hands, turning on her heel as she grabs a few more desserts for you to try.
By the time Jungkook joins you, you’re on your third dessert.
“Mom,” he sighs. “Please don’t force-feed my girlfriend. She just got here.”
Aera frowns at her son. “Fine. You open up.”
Jungkook dodges a brownie bite and sits beside you. His mom heads back to the kitchen to grab drinks as the front door opens and shuts.
“Sorry,” Jungkook apologizes. “I told her to wait at least thirty minutes before she stuffed you full of chocolate and desserts.”
“Hello,” a voice calls. You smile, though nerves still eat at you when you realize Jungkook’s father has arrived home.
“Dad!” Jungkook rises from his seat to hug his dad tightly. Jungkook looks just like him, though a little taller and broader.
You rise from your seat, wiping your hands on your pants in a poor attempt to clean them.
You introduce yourself to Jungkook’s dad, shaking his hand.
“Nice to meet you, honey. I’m Dae.”
“We’re gonna go get settled in,” Jungkook says as he takes your hand. “We’ll be down for dinner.”
“When am I seeing Jimin, Joon, Tae, Jin, and Yoongi?” Aera asks her son. “It’s bad enough that Hoseok won’t join us this year.”
“He had plans, Mom,” Jungkook explained.
“Love, the kids just got home to their parents. Let them take their shoes off before you host a reunion,” Dae chuckles. Aera nods, going for her house phone to ring up Jimin’s mom across the street to chat about their boys.
Jungkook uses the distraction to lead you toward the stairs.
“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook groans as he plops down on the desk chair of his old bedroom. “I thought I had a minute or something before she started feeding you.”
“It’s okay,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Your mom is just excited.”
“I’ll say,” Jungkook grumbles as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Thanks for doing this.”
“No problem! Besides, those brownie bites are delicious!”
Jungkook chuckles. “There’s plenty more downstairs. Lemme show you around.”
Jungkook shows you where the bathroom is. His room is across the hall from yours, while his parents' room is further down the hallway. There’s another stairway upstairs that leads to the entertainment/game room. Downstairs is an office, a guest bathroom, and a laundry room.
The backyard is through the back door in the kitchen, and the door near the living room leads to the garage. It’s all pretty simple to memorize. You’ll mostly be on the second floor unless you have to use the kitchen or living room.
By the time you’re back in the kitchen, Jimin’s sitting at one of the chairs with a plate full of brownies and a glass of milk. He gives you a chocolaty smile as Mrs. Jeon sets a plate of cookies beside him.
“Got enough to share, Jimin?” Jungkook asks as he pulls a chair out for you before he sits beside you.
“No,” Jimin swallows his bite and downs half a glass of milk.
“Jimin,” Aera laughs, and Jimin reluctantly pushes the plate of cookies toward you and Jungkook.
“So,” Dae smiles at you. “How did you and Jungkook meet?”
“School.”
“Jimin.” You say, cringing at Jungkook’s answer being different from yours.
His parents look confused for a moment before Jimin speaks up.
“I met her in one of my classes, and we became friends. Then Jungkook stole her from me,” Jimin jokes.
Jungkook turns red. “I didn’t steal her! You said you were just friends!”
You laugh with his parents. The two men bicker back and forth like children.
“I always had a crush on Jungkook. The moment I saw him, I knew he was special,” you admit. Jungkook pauses his fake fight to look at you; his eyes are soft, and something sparkles deep within.
Even Jimin stares silently. He knew you had a crush on Kook the moment you laid eyes on him, but there was no way you were this great of an actress. After all, he had been the one to go with you to audition for Cinderella, and you tanked. Sorry to say so.
“Oh, isn’t that sweet?! True love!” Aera sings as she clasps her hands.
“Mom!” Jungkook protests, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. Perhaps he should have prepared you for his over-enthusiastic parents.
“I hear wedding bells!” Aera continues until Dae grabs her and leads her out of the room.
“Come on, let’s go get their pajamas.”
The three of you wait until you hear their footsteps disappear up the stairs.
Jimin exhales dramatically. “You couldn’t even get the first lie correct?”
“We tried!” Jungkook hisses in response.
“Yeah,” you nod vehemently. “We got it right anyhow. We just fumbled a bit. No biggie.”
“The group chat isn’t gonna like this,” Jimin sighs. “Are you sure you can pull this off without us here?”
“It was just a little mishap,” Jungkook waved his hand. “We’ve got this.”
Jimin looks unsure but says nothing else as he gulps his milk down and rises from his seat.
“Okay, I better get back to my family. I only snuck out for treats.”
You laugh as you hug him after he’s set his glass in the dishwasher.
“Come around whenever,” Jimin instructs, kissing your forehead before waving to Jungkook.
“What’s up next?” You ask your boyfriend.
“Probably Christmas pajamas and a movie, then dinner and bedtime,” Jungkook replies as his parents' footsteps come down the stairs.
“Here they come.”
The evening flies by after you receive your pajamas. You thank the Jeons profusely as you put them on.
The couple has gone to bed, leaving you and Jungkook to finish the last two minutes of the movie.
Jungkook begins to clean up as soon as the credits roll before the two of you head up the stairs.
Hushed voices greet you as you reach the landing.
“I don’t know, Dae. Something seems fishy,” Aera said softly.
“You’re overthinking this, love. Maybe they’re just respectful or shy.” Dae countered.
“Well, Saraí and Seojun were always kissing and hugging. It just seems a little off.” Aera states.
Jungkook looks at you, worry evident on his face.
“Maybe they’re not as comfortable with PDA. That’s fine by me,” Dae chuckles as he tells his wife to go to bed.
Aera does so reluctantly.
Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom you are occupying for your stay. He shuts the door as quietly as possible before he sits on the bed and pats the spot beside him.
Once you’re on the bed sitting beside him, he wrings his hands in his lap.
“I suppose we need to be more hands-on,” he states nervously.
“How about we wake up early tomorrow and watch a movie in the living room? We can cuddle and kiss a little when we hear them get up,” you suggest.
Jungkook nods in agreement.
“Do you need anything before I go?”
You walk Jungkook to the bedroom door. You bite your bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. He is your fake boyfriend, though.
“A goodnight kiss?”
Jungkook’s cheeks warm at your words, but he gently grips your chin with his fingers before he presses his lips to yours. Your hands grip his shirt, holding him close as the kiss deepens and your lips muffle his moans.
“Good night,” Jungkook whispers with one last kiss to your lips.
“Good night,” you whisper as you watch him go. Your heart flutters as you shut the door and press your back against it. You squeal in delight and faintly hear Jungkook chuckle as he heads to his room.
You ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks before scrambling to get into bed.
The next morning, Jungkook shakes you awake gently. “Come on, darling.”
“Mmh,” you whine, swatting at him in your sleep.
Jungkook dodges the next swipe, capturing your hand and kissing your palm.
“Baby,” he whispers as he shakes you again. You curse, peering open one eye and then the other.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumble as you sit up. Jungkook grins smugly. “Or I’d bop you on that cute nose of yours.”
Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Come on, babe. My parents will be up soon.”
“I’m sleepy,” you huff but get out of bed and follow Jungkook downstairs. He’s already got a movie playing in the background and two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table.
You try not to squeal in excitement when you see he’s poured yours into a snowman mug.
By the time Jungkook’s parents make their way downstairs, the both of you are cuddling on the couch. Jungkook’s got your head on his shoulder, feeding you pretzels and holding your hand.
Aera and Dae exchange a look but say nothing other than their morning greetings as they get ready for work.
Dae is out in ten minutes, promising to be home early, while Aera stops by the living room to kiss each of you on the top of your head on her way out.
“Seojun and Saraí will be here for dinner,” she calls as she grabs her keys and heads out the door.
You spend the day with Jungkook watching movies and playing video games upstairs. Jimin and Joon pop in for a quick visit, but their parents call them home for lunch and they leave you alone with Jungkook again.
“I think we’re doing pretty well,” you muse as you hold Jungkook’s hand while he waits for the game to load on the TV screen.
He chuckles. “Seojun might mess it up.”
You giggle, shaking your head.
“I think we’ve got this,” you state as you kiss his cheek, his jaw, and the mole beneath his lip. Jungkook sighs happily, dropping the controller on the carpet before he cups your face.
Fake or not, he genuinely enjoyed kissing you. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to do so now.
You moan when he pushes you back onto the couch, your legs on either side of his hips. His lips feel soft against yours as your hands slide under his shirt.
“Kook,” you moan softly as you move your head to allow him more room, his lips burning in their wake as he trails kisses down to the collar of your shirt.
Your fingers weave through his long black hair, tugging when his lips nip at your skin. He moans your name softly, groaning when you beg him for more.
His hand grips your hip, squeezing as his hips rock against you. A curse escapes you as you melt beneath his broad shoulders, your nails dragging down his back.
“Fuck, baby.” He groans, his lips finding yours as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips as the kiss deepens. You whine as you feel him press against you, your hands greedy as you pull him impossibly close.
“Shit!” A voice startles you.
You pull away from Jungkook, face warm as Jungkook gets off you.
“Sorry, we should have knocked.” A woman apologizes. She’s shorter than Jungkook and the man beside her. Her hair is curly and black, falling in waves down her back. Her beautiful golden skin appears glowing and rivals the brightness of her smile.
“We did knock,” the man says, looking at her. She jutted him in the ribs with her elbow before turning to Jungkook.
“We’ll be downstairs,” she announced in a rush as she shoved the man out the door before shutting it.
Jungkook groans, hiding his cherry-red face in his hands. “That was Seojun and Saraí.”
“Oh!” You exclaim with wide eyes. “Fuck.”
“Well,” Jungkook said, carding a hand through his hair. “At least Seojun will believe us now.”
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the corner of his mouth.
“To be continued?” You’re not sure where this bout of confidence has come from, but you know what you felt, and Jungkook wanted you just like you did him.
“Tonight?” He asks in a sultry tone that makes you tighten around nothing. His dark-hooded gaze makes your pulse rise, and it takes everything in you not to push him onto the couch and continue where you left off.
Jungkook holds your gaze, his tattooed hand resting on your lower back, a little too close to your behind. You bite your bottom lip, and his eyes watch you carefully as you slowly take a step back. Fire builds between you, nearly suffocating you, and you’d gladly let it for another taste of his lips.
“Tonight,” you whisper as you head for the door. You swallow thickly as you eye him up and down, a hunger pooling deep inside you.
Jungkook presses his thumb to his bottom lip as he devours you with his gaze, knowing one more lingering look will be all it takes to have you screaming his name as loud as your lungs allow.
Ten minutes later, Jungkook and you join Seojun and Saraí in the living room. Jungkook introduced you to the couple as he sat beside you on the loveseat.
“It’s so nice to meet you!” Sarai exclaims. “Seojun thought you were imaginary.”
“Babe,” Seojun protests.
“¿Que no?” Sarai asks him with a raised brow. “Didn’t you say Kook probably had a blowup doll?”
Jungkook and Seojun burn brighter than Rudolph’s nose as they sink into the couches. You laugh along with Sarai at the men’s expense.
“I like you,” you said with a bright smile. “We’re gonna get along just fine.”
Sarai smiled, “We have to stick together.”
“Saraí,” Seojun whines. “We just got here. You can’t recruit my little brother’s girlfriend against me already.”
“Why not?” Saraí asks with a mischievous grin.
Seojun groans as he shakes his head, but his smile never dims as he looks at his fiancée. You cuddle up to Jungkook, and his arm drapes around you before he kisses the top of your head, almost second nature.
-
A few hours later, Saraí and you share the couch upstairs while the Jeon brothers fight over the working controller.
Saraí follows you on all your socials as she lies beside you. The both of you laugh as you show each other funny TikToks. Despite only knowing her a short amount of time, you’re glad she’s easygoing and loves to talk. It takes the pressure off you having to recall any information from Joon’s PowerPoint and flashcards, though the information is ready to be pulled at any moment should you need it.
“So then he takes me to the very top of the building,” Saraí gushes as she shows you a photo on her Instagram account. “You know, the ones with the glass panes you can stand on to overlook the city? Well, I was busy looking at the city while Seojun was turning green behind me! He’s terrified of heights, but he knew I wanted to go up there since forever, practically!”
“I almost threw up,” Seojun comments as he gives the controller to Jungkook, he’s no longer interested in fighting his younger sibling over the controller that doesn’t stick.
Saraí laughs. “I turned around to tell him to join me. The view was incredible!”
You hang on her every word as she swipes to another photo.
“And that’s when I noticed the mariachis and Seojun down on one knee. He even had my family there!” Saraí wipes a stray tear as she recounts her proposal and shows you more photos of the grand event.
Seojun smiles at Saraí, hearts in his eyes. He turns to Jungkook with a raised brow. “It’ll be you two before you know it.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jungkook coughs as he looks at you for help. His eyes have tripled in size from panic.
“Yeah,” you nod, feeling like a bobblehead. “We’ve only been together for a bit.”
“Four months?” Seojun asks.
“Five!” You and Jungkook answer in unison, startling the happy couple.
You clear your throat. “Almost six.”
“Nowhere near you guys time together,” Jungkook adds as he nervously tweaks the buttons on the controller.
Saraí waves her hand. “You’ll hear wedding bells before you know it.”
“Yeah,” Seojun chuckles. “Ours.”
The two giggled before you and Jungkook exchanged nervous looks.
How far would you take this?
Dinner passes without incident. Aera and Saraí are elbow-deep in wedding plans, scheduling lunch with Saraí’s mom before the evening ends.
You excuse yourself when your friends show up, and the lot of you head upstairs with a plate of warm cookies accompanied by a tray filled with glasses of milk and mugs of hot chocolate.
Seokjin is on the lookout, watching the door as Joon gets comfortable beside Jimin and Yoongi.
“How’s it going?” Taehyung asks as he takes Jungkook’s phone to upload a few more pictures to Instagram.
“Yeah,” Joon says through a mouthful of cookies. “Jimin says you fucked up the first question Momma Jeon asked.”
“Jimin,” Jungkook hisses.
“The first one?” Seokjin scoffs as he looks over his shoulder at you. “Babe, I would have done better.”
“I’m the one who needed to date someone!” Jungkook hisses louder.
Seokjin shrugs. “I said what I said.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friends and calms down when you grip his arm.
“His parents thought we weren’t all over each other like Saraí and Seojun. We have to kick it up a little for them,” you state, your lip caught between your teeth.
“Damn,” Yoongi sighs. “If they see through it, your grandmother won’t fall for it, Kook.”
“Don’t give up now,” Jimin insists while holding a rough sketch. “We’ve worked so hard for this. I already started designing my room in Kook’s new place.”
“Give me that,” Jungkook rips the paper from Jimin’s hands and crumples it.
“I have copies,” Jimin smirks.
“Look,” Taehyung speaks up. “We’ve all done our part. We just gotta get through it.”
Namjoon nods. “Tae’s right. We all did what we said we’d do, even Hobi. He’ll be in town before the new year, and we can’t tell him the plan tanked. We all worked too hard for this. Let’s see it out.”
“I’m in,” Seokjin shrugs, feigning nonchalance by looking at his nails.
“Same,” Yoongi and Jimin add with a firm nod.
Joon and Tae look at the two of you.
Jungkook looks at you, and you nod. You were already knee-deep in it; might as well make it to the other side.
“Alright, we’re in,” Jungkook states ruefully.
“Don’t worry, one of us will try to be around when Grandmother Jeon arrives. It’ll be a piece of cake!” Jimin grins.
It was not a piece of cake.
And if it was, it was a shit cake.
Grandmother Jeon rolled up with enough suitcases to rival a traveling circus.
“Mother,” Dae gasps as he greets her at the front door. “What’s all this?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Jungkook’s grandmother huffs as Dae and Jungkook help bring in the suitcases.
Aera dashes to the kitchen for refreshments, and you hurry after her in a panic.
“First, I misplaced my bingo winnings on the train. Then, they threatened to kick me off because Luna wouldn’t stop barking!” Grandmother Jeon looks at all her bags until Jungkook holds one away from him while he pinches his nose.
“Oh, there she is! Kook be a dear and take her outside. Rinse her dog carrier for me. These old bones aren’t what they used to be,” she says as Dae helps her to the couch and then shuts the front door.
“Mother,” Dae said as he sat beside her. “Why didn’t you call?”
“Oh, I didn’t want to be a bother!” She waves her hand about. Her glasses slip down her nose, and her hat is tilted.
“You’re never a bother, Mom,” Dae states as he helps her out of her shoes and faux fur coat.
“Good,” Grandmother Jeon states firmly. “Because Luna and I need a place to stay for the holidays.”
Jungkook freezes with Luna, a yapping black and white chihuahua in his arms. “What?”
Dae sends a glare at his son. “Of course, you can stay with us. What happened?”
“Dang cellphone made my reservations for next Christmas,” Grandmother Jeon huffed. “Dang things are called smartphones, more like dumb phones. Scheduled me for the wrong year!”
Dae exchanges a look with Jungkook, but neither says a word as you and Aera walk into the living room with coffee and cookies.
“Oh, Aera! You look lovely! Keeping my boys in line?” Grandmother Jeon asks with a smile.
“Always! We're so glad you’re staying with us,” Aera says genuinely, hugging the older woman.
“Ooh, you know me. I gotta spread a little holiday cheer everywhere I go,” Grandmother Jeon jokes before she spots you.
“And who is this marvelous woman hiding behind you, Aera?”
Jungkook opens the back door, puts Luna out, and rushes to your side before you can blink.
“Grandmother Jeon, this is my girlfriend,” Jungkook tells her your name, and her eyes light up like the fairy lights on the Christmas tree.
“I’m Grandmother Jeon or Minji, whichever you prefer, dear. Let me look at you,” she coos as she takes your hands and looks you up and down.
“You’re beautiful,” Minji grins widely.
“Thank you,” you smile shyly.
“And you know how to take a compliment. I like that! Confidence and a tough exterior are what you need to wrangle in these boys. They’ll give you more heart attacks than you can handle. Troublesome they are,” Minji shakes her head.
“Mom!”
“Grandmother!”
“What?” Minji raises a brow, daring them to protest further. “Am I lying?”
“No,” Jungkook and his father shake their heads, avoiding eye contact.
“Thought so,” Minji laughs. “Don’t worry, dear. Jungkook is the least troublesome of them all, though that motorcycle I saw on the driveway is enough to earn a lecture, Jeon Jungkook!”
“But-!”
“Jeon Dae, what did I tell you about my grandbabies riding those!” Minji sighs heavily as she lets you go.
“Mother,” Dae starts as Minji rises from the couch. “He’s old enough to make his own decisions.”
Minji whirls on Jungkook, a sharp, well-manicured nail poking his broad chest. “You stick to driving while I’m here, sweetie. I don’t think my old heart could take it seeing you riding around town on that motorcycle.”
“I promise,” Jungkook raises his hand, and Minji grins, reaching to pinch his cheek.
“Good boy,” she states before releasing him. “Now who’s gonna show this old bag of bones and her pup to her room?”
“Mother, you’re only-” Dae is cut off by a glare so icy it could freeze Hell and all its inhabitants.
“Get my dog, son. She gets cold without her winter wear,” Minji grumbles as she heads towards the stairs. “She’s your little sister, after all. You should treat her as such.”
“Mother,” Dae sighs heavily, but he knows it’s a losing battle. He opens the back door instead, and Luna walks into the home after wiping her feet on the mat.
“Jungkook, sweetie, be a doll and get her wipes from the pink bag for me. I have to get her cleaned up before dinner,” Minji says as Dae hands her the little chihuahua.
“She’s not going to expect Luna to have a seat at the table, is she?” You ask Jungkook’s mom as you watch Dae and Jungkook carry her bags up the stairs.
Aera says your name with a whimsical smile. “Expect the unexpected.”
Jungkook knows you’re trying your best not to stare, but you fail miserably.
Dinner is in the dining room with the large dining table that seats twelve, but there are only eight of you tonight.
Dae sits at the head of the table with his wife on the left and his mother on the right. Beside Aera, Jungkook has taken his spot while you sit beside him. However, you can’t help but look at Luna in her high chair across from him.
Seojun sits across from you with Saraí on his right. She smiles politely as she tries to muffle a laugh in her napkin. She was as surprised as you the first time Minji rolled into town with her dog and the high chair.
You’re sure Luna is eating out of a crystal bowl and drinking from a crystal goblet. The only thing that sparkles more than both is the ring sitting on Saraí’s finger.
“So, sweetheart,” Minji starts as she dabs at her mouth. “How did you meet our Kookie?”
“Mother,” Dae shoots an annoyed look her way that she waves off with a perfectly manicured hand.
“I’m merely curious,” Minji smiles softly, her pearls draped over her bubblegum pink dress. There’s not a silver hair out of place, nor is her lipstick smudged from eating and enjoying a glass of wine with dinner.
“We met through Jimin,” Jungkook answers for you, but Minji continues to stare at you, awaiting a response.
“We met through Jimin at school. Jimin and I shared a class and introduced me to Jungkook and his friends. I had a crush on him since the first time I saw him,” you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as Jungkook takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before setting it on the table.
“So, who broke first?” Seojun asks with interest, ignoring his “aunt” as she chews on her steak.
“Jungkook,” you giggle as you recite the story Yoongi had concocted. “We went on a walk after dinner one night and he confessed. Asked me out for the next night, and we’ve been dating ever since.”
“We went to the beach for our first date,” Jungkook adds. “Shared a milkshake on the boardwalk.”
“My Kookie finally found someone!” Minji claps her hands, startling the dog beside her.
“Do you have pictures?” Aera questions as she rises from the table.
Luna finishes her meal, and Dae takes her outside while Jungkook and Seojun clear the table. You send Jungkook a wary look, but he smiles in reassurance, mouthing, “You’ve got this.”
“Let’s head to the living room for tea and hot chocolate,” Aera said as she dashed to the kitchen to grab drinks and desserts.
Saraí goes to help her while you help Minji to the couch.
“I don’t know how to snoop on the phone like Seojun loves to do,” Minji laughs as you take your phone out of your pocket.
“Ah, there’s my boy,” Minji says as she adjusts her glasses to look at your Lock Screen. A photo of you and Jungkook in matching Christmas sweaters greets her.
“He looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me before he passed. Love is a magical thing, dear. It can get you through almost anything,” Minji says, full of wonder as she stares off into the distance for a moment before she clears her throat.
Your heart sinks in your chest. Jungkook hadn’t mentioned his grandfather before and seeing Minji now and going through with this plan was making you feel sick.
“I hope we didn’t miss anything,” Saraí sings as she sets down a tray of hot drinks. She hands one to Minji before she takes one for herself.
Aera and Dae join you, while Luna curls up under the Christmas tree on the tree skirt beside the presents.
“I hope we did,” Jungkook utters, only to be elbowed by his older brother.
“I saw a few photos on Instagram this week,” Seojun comments as he grabs a cookie. “You both look cute.”
Saraí helps Aera log into her account so she can see the photos on Instagram while you show Minji the pictures on your phone.
“The two of you are adorable,” Minji coos as you show her another photo. Jungkook watches on from beside his father, the two sharing the couch closest to the fireplace.
For a moment, Jungkook can pretend that it’s real. That you fit into his family perfectly, just like Saraí does. That they adore you just like he does and that you could possibly love him.
Thirty minutes later, Minji is yawning and calling for Luna. The two head upstairs slowly, yawning and wishing everyone a good night.
“Oh, dear,” Aera says as she looks at you and Jungkook. “We gave Grandmother Jeon Seojun’s old room.”
You look at Jungkook with wide eyes.
“You don’t mind sharing Jungkook’s old room, do you?” Aera asked as she and Saraí cleared up the drinks and cookies. “It’ll be just like at home.”
“Um… yeah,” you cough as you look at your feet. “Just like home.”
“Perfect,” Dae says as he helps clean up. “Why don’t the two of you unpack in Jungkook’s room, and we’ll see you in the morning?”
“Sure, Dad,” Jungkook takes your hand, saying goodnight to his family before leading you up the stairs.
On the landing, you hear his grandmother and Luna snoring already, and you wonder how they could fall asleep so quickly.
Jungkook leads you into the bedroom and shuts the door, pressing himself against it.
You’re careful not to trip on his suitcase as you open yours to get your pajamas out. You’ve been following Hoseok’s strict clothing schedule and you’ve sent Hoseok photo confirmation every day so far.
“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook whispers as he walks toward you. “I never thought this would happen.”
“What do we do?”
“I’ll sleep upstairs in the game room,” Jungkook answers. His back already hurts from imagining a night on the lumpy couch.
“Your parents will know something’s up,” you hissed in response.
“I’ll sleep on the floor, then,” Jungkook shrugs. “Problem solved.”
“But it’s your room. Your bed.”
“And I got you into this mess,” Jungkook frowns. “It’s only for a few nights, anyway. No biggie.”
You bite your lip but say nothing as you take your pajamas and step out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom. You change and brush your teeth before going to the room once again.
Jungkook goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his skincare routine before returning to the room.
He grabs extra blankets from the closet and a few pillows before he lies down on the floor.
The two of you stare at the ceiling in silence.
“Well, this is awkward,” Jungkook chuckles.
You throw a stuffed animal at him.
“Jungkook!”
“What? You were thinking about it!”
“You didn’t have to say it,” you grumble as you roll on your side to stare at him. You pull the covers over your shoulders, shivering in your oversized tee and pajama shorts. Hoseok dropped the ball with this one outfit, but maybe he didn’t care too much about your sleeping clothes.
“Goodnight, sweet girlfriend of mine,” Jungkook coos, wiggling his toes in those dreaded toe socks.
“Goodnight,” you huff, sticking your tongue out at him.
Wednesday greeted you with Luna’s obnoxious barking.
You groaned as you placed a pillow over your head, hoping to drown out the sound, but alas, it was no use.
“Koo,” you whine, throwing a pillow at him. He grunts in response from his makeshift bed on the floor.
“I hear it too,” he murmurs as he tries to cling to sleep, but it’s useless.
Cursing, Jungkook sits up. He stretches and yawns for a minute before getting to his feet and folding his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. His back and neck would be hating him all day.
With all the excitement of Grandmother Jeon and your new sleeping arrangements, there wasn’t any time for any practice.
Now you have bedhead and morning breath, and god, you hope you don’t have dried drool on the corner of your mouth. You can’t let Jungkook see you like this!
“Close your eyes!” You hiss as you scramble out of his bed.
Jungkook's eyes widen in alarm. “What?! Why?!”
“Just do it! Don’t look at me!” You hiss as you hear the barking move further away. You try to step over your fake boyfriend but trip on a blanket and fall beside him.
Jungkook grunts when you elbow him in the stomach, and before either of you can move, the door opens, and Jungkook’s mother stands there with wide eyes.
“Um, breakfast will be ready in a bit,” she says as she shuts the door as quickly as possible. Perhaps next time she’ll remember to knock, but after the commotion, she was worried someone was hurt.
“Great,” Jungkook sighs as he falls back into his pillows to stare at the ceiling.
What a great way to start his morning.
Jungkook’s parents and grandmother are gone for the rest of the day. Something about slot machines and Grandmother Jeon feeling lucky… or did she say she was gonna get lucky?
“Luna Patrice Jeon,” you huff, stomping your foot as you try to get her coat on her, but she wriggles in Jungkook’s beefy arms.
The two of you were supposed to be outside five minutes ago, and all your friends and their dogs were waiting for you and Jungkook.
Jungkook had managed to put Luna’s booties on, but she was a squirmy little thing when it came to her coat and earmuffs. Minji had been very thorough with her instructions, and Jungkook promised to watch his aunt.
His dog-aunt.
“Hi, pretty girl,” Seokjin coos as he lets himself into the Jeon home.
Luna pants as Seokjin rubs between her ears and easily gets the coat on her. About four inches of snow had fallen overnight, and the dogs were eager to play at the park just down the road.
“There we go, Luna. That wasn’t so bad, huh?” Seokjin grins as he kisses the dog on the forehead and puts the earmuffs on.
“God, he’s a dog whisperer,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, but Seokjin ignores him as he sets Luna in the stroller with her blanket and some treats. He zips the stroller shut and carries it out onto the sidewalk.
“I can’t help it if the ladies love me,” Seokjin smirks as he sends a wink your way. You smile bashfully, giggling when he blows you a kiss.
“Hey!” Jungkook stomps his foot. His cute bunny nose scrunching. “You’re my girlfriend!”
“Better keep her close, JK!” Jimin teases as he pushes his dog stroller.
Namjoon and his little dog wear matching coats and booties, leading the group down the road. Taehyung pushes his stroller, where his Pomeranian sleeps wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and Seokjin carries Hoseok’s dog that he may have snatched for this outing.
“Who knew we’d end up pushing strollers this Christmas break instead of clubbing,” Yoongi chuckles as he meets up with you at the end of the block. In his stroller with the spinning rims sits his dog, Holly.
“Almost seems like we’re growing up,” Taehyung wipes a fake tear from his cheek as the group pushes the strollers on the sidewalk.
“Who do you think will push one of these with an actual child first?” Namjoon asks as his dog sniffs the snow, his nose freezing at the contact.
“Jungkook,” the group answers as Jimin and Taehyung push their strollers in a light jog, racing to the first tree they see a few feet away.
“Pfft, why me? I’m the baby,” Jungkook protests.
“Aren’t you the one with the breeding kink?” Yoongi smirks as he walks past the two of you.
Jungkook is left flabbergasted. His face rivals a tomato’s as he feels his ears burn just as bright.
“I told you that in confidence!”
“Whoops!” Yoongi cackles as he joins the race between Tae and Jimin.
Jungkook wonders if four inches of melting snow would be enough to drown him.
You push the stroller with Luna, giggling as you jog past Jungkook.
“Sucks for you!” You call over your shoulder. “I’m on the pill!”
Jungkook curses Yoongi, running after him as he threatens to end the Min line with him.
Namjoon smiles as he walks beside Seokjin, enjoying the chaos he created from his question.
“You’re an evil little man,” Seokjin cackles as Namjoon laughs and follows the group.
Thursday afternoon is filled with last-minute Christmas shopping.
Seojun and Saraí have joined you. Seokjin and Jimin tagged along, but it seemed they weren’t as necessary now as they thought they would be.
Sure, Seokjin still curbed the conversation when you or Jungkook failed to answer a question or two about your relationship, but it wasn’t anything detrimental. The group honestly thought you had this in the bag, and with Christmas only three days away, there wasn’t a whole lot to worry about.
Jungkook rubs his neck for the fifth time. He can’t seem to get rid of the soreness he’s gotten from sleeping on the floor.
You pull him away after you lose Jimin and Seokjin in a department store with blasting Christmas music.
“Sleep with me tonight,” you said as you held Jungkook’s hand in a surprisingly empty aisle. The hustle and bustle of shoppers falls into the background, and all Jungkook can hear is the rapid drumming of his heart.
“W-what?” He stutters with wide eyes. He toys with his lip ring, a nervous habit of his.
“Sleep with me on the bed tonight, Kook. You’re obviously in a lot of pain, and I feel bad.” You frown as you turn him around to rub his neck and shoulders.
Jungkook resists the urge to curse, biting his lip to hide a moan as you get into the muscles. Fuck, he really needed to sleep in a proper bed soon.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks as he slowly pulls your hands off him to hold in his.
“It’s only for a few more days,” you shrug. “Grandmother Jeon leaves for her cruise before the new year, so why not?”
Jungkook is reluctant, but as a cramp hits his neck.
He nods. “If you’re sure.”
“Definitely,” you smile as you lace your fingers with his to lead him out of the aisle. You lead him out of the store and toward the giant Christmas tree in the center of the mall.
You take your phone out and snap a cute picture of the two of you before looking at it and see mistletoe on one of the branches above your head.
Jungkook blushes as he pecks your lips, but you pull him back in for another kiss. You fist his jacket in your hand as you pull him close, your lips moving with his perfectly as the cool metal of his lip ring brushes your lips. You moan when he nips at your lip, gently sucking it before releasing it.
His dark gaze sends tingles down your spine as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans in to kiss you again.
“Tonight,” Jungkook murmured against your lips, the two of you stuck like magnets, unwilling to pull apart.
“Tonight,” you agree as you kiss him again, your fingers tugging on his lush locks just enough to make him curse against your lips.
“You’ll pay for that, baby,” he groans when you do it again.
“I can’t wait, Koo.”
Your shower takes longer than usual that night. You shave, exfoliate, and lotion every bit of you that Jungkook might touch.
You’re nervous but excited at the thought of him touching you. Just kissing you nearly sends you over the edge sometimes, and the way he grips your hips as if he must be anchored to you to breathe, well, it’s a nice feeling.
By the time you’re climbing into bed, the house is silent. Jungkook turns on his mood lamp, and his playlist plays softly in the background.
He’s made sure to lock the door this time to keep his mother out.
A purple towel is draped over his shoulders as he plops down on the desk chair. He gives his hair one more rub, but he’s already had the hairdryer on it for a bit.
You try not to ogle his bare chest, the colorful sleeve of tattoos grabbing your attention almost
immediately as he sets the towel down.
“Mind if I sleep without a shirt on? I tend to run hot,” he explains as he tongues his ring.
“That’s fine,” you squeak as heat rushes to your cheeks. You pull the covers to your chest, wiggling your toes as you avoid meeting his gaze. Though his abs are now in your view, and your thighs press together in response. What you wouldn’t give to kiss every beautiful ridge of his torso, taking your time on his sensitive brown nipples. You wonder if he’d ever get them pierced.
“Need anything while I’m up, babe?” Jungkook asks as he stretches, his arms raised over his head and you nearly whimper as you feast on his perfect physique.
You’re nearly salivating by the time he’s finished stretching. He tilts his head as he waits for your answer but you blink owlishly and finally meet his gaze.
“Hmm?” You ask as you blink again as he laughs. He shakes his head as he crosses the distance between you, moving the blankets out of the way as he gets into bed with you.
“You’re adorable,” he whispers as he pecks your nose.
You smile, clearing your throat as you lie on the bed. Jungkook turns on his side to face you, and you do the same. His arm drapes over your waist, and you snuggle in closer.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, almost as if it were a secret. Perhaps it is with the way he strokes your waist, refusing to make eye contact; afraid of what his words will shift.
“I’m glad I’m here too, Kook. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” you admit as his gaze meets yours. He studies you for a few moments. His beautiful eyes sparkle like the stars in the night sky, shining brighter and brighter with each passing second until they flutter shut and his lips mold to yours.
“Jungkook,” his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly.
“Yeah, baby?” He asks in between kisses, his hands never straying from your hips until you guide them upward to cup your tits. He curses, dark eyes piercing through your soul as you make him squeeze them.
“Fuck,” you whimper.
Jungkook kisses you again, swallowing your moans as his thumbs brush your pert nipples. Your hands settle on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he trails kisses down your neck until he hits that one spot that has you seeing stars behind your lids.
“Jungkook,” you sigh as you part your legs for him. He settles between them as your nails rake down his broad muscular back. You’d love to kiss every inch of it. Leave your mark behind for all to see. For now, you’ll settle for your scratch marks, storing each of his delicious sounds for later.
Fiery lips meet yours as his hips rock against you. His hands feel every bit of you, moving when he notes any hesitation.
“Is this okay?” He asks softly, his gaze locked on yours.
You nod.
“I need words, baby,” he says as he brushes his thumb along your jaw. “I need to hear it.”
“Please,” you swallow thickly, mesmerized by his soft doe eyes. “I want it. Want you.”
Jungkook traces your bottom lip with his thumb, admiring your beauty for a moment before he kisses you again as if it were the last time.
Time means nothing to you as you melt beneath him. His hands are hot against your flesh, needy where they meet to pull you closer. Your name escapes him between moans and gasps, your hand guiding him between your legs.
“Please,” you beg as he pushes your shorts to the side, groaning when he feels how wet you are.
“No panties, darling?” He grins as he kisses your jaw and trails downward.
“Didn’t think I needed them,” you gasp when his fingers brush your clit. He’s teasing you. He wants to see how far he can take you before you beg him for more, plead and whine until he gives you just what you need.
Jungkook licks his lips, shaking his long hair out of his eyes before he tongues his lip ring. His breath fans against your heated skin, teeth gently nipping your earlobe as he whispers, “You were right.”
Your thighs shake at the sound of his seductive tone, spreading further for him as he lifts your shirt to bunch above your breasts.
“Keep that right there, baby. Can you do that for me?” He raises a brow, and you nod.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing your lips before making his way down until his fingers are tugging on your flimsy sleep shorts.
“Can I take these off?” Jungkook asks as he meets your eyes. You nod, feeling fire pool deep in your belly. You want him desperately, almost embarrassingly, with how soaked you are for him already.
When he doesn’t make a move to take them off, you remember he wants you to be vocal about your consent.
“Yes, please.”
Jungkook pulls the shorts down your legs at a snail’s pace, giving you enough time to change your mind if you wish to. You encourage him by lifting your hips and kicking the shorts off to be lost on his bedroom floor.
You don’t get a chance to be self-conscious as he cups your face and kisses you so deeply, that you almost wonder if he’s in love with you.
The pounding of your heart is deafening as the kiss deepens and his hips press against your cunt. Your name rolls off his tongue, cursing and groaning when his hard cock grinds against you.
“You’ve soaked my sweatpants,” he laughs breathily, and you clench around nothing. Your face feels like it’s burning, but from lust or embarrassment, you’re not sure. Jungkook kisses your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.
“S-sorry,” you apologized as he rubs your clit, his nimble fingers circling it just to make you whine. Jungkook teases your entrance with his tattooed fingers, loving the way you whimper and beg for more, biting your bottom lip to keep from getting too loud.
“Fuck, baby,” you moan when he finally sinks two fingers in knuckle-deep. You clench around them as he slowly fucks them into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he focuses on the rise and fall of your chest.
Jungkook palms his cock with his other hand, moaning softly when your eyes lock. He smirks as you reach for him and he places your hand on his cock.
“Can you take them off?” You ask bashfully, and he chuckles before slowly taking his fingers out of you. He sucks them into his mouth, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he gets a taste of you.
Fuck, he’d have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for the rest of his life if you’d let him.
Your thighs tremble as he steps back, cunt soaked and dripping onto his sheets. You’re the first girl he’s had in his bed like this and he hopes your scent lingers long after you’re back home.
Jungkook is a vision. An Adonis among men. Michaelangelo himself would have shed a tear upon gazing at the masterpiece that is Jeon Jungkook.
Speechless, you reach for him as he chuckles. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it on his chest.
“Do as you wish, my love,” Jungkook says as he follows your hand with his hooded gaze.
Your brain seems to be empty of all thoughts except Jungkook. His name, his body, that sinful smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. He’s eyeing you with mirth, licking his lips as your hand descends until it’s cupping his erection.
“Fuck,” he breathes as you stroke him, your fingers sliding under his boxers to feel the weight of him in your palm. He groans, whispering your name as you continue to stroke him, pausing only to spit in your hand. He takes the moment to tug his boxers off.
Jungkook kisses you as you touch him again, his fingers finding their home between your thighs as he gets you to nearly sing his name in praise as you tighten around him.
“Wish you were wrapped around my fat cock, babe. I’d make you scream even louder,” he goads as you muffle your cries in his broad shoulder right beside his little scar.
“Jungkook, please,” you beg as he kisses you deeply. It’s hot, messy, all teeth and tongues and desperate touches as his cock pressed against your clit. You’re soaking wet, dripping onto the sheets and allowing his cock to glide easily, the fat head bumping against your clit as your legs wrap around him trembling at his sides.
“Koo!” You whine, biting down on his shoulder. Hasty kisses meet his skin as you soothe the pain of your love bite. Your body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, arching into him as you orgasm, squeezing his fingers until they’re soaked beyond his wrist.
Jungkook cries out your name, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that swallows his moans and groans as he cums all over your cunt. His hips rock against you until he’s well spent, cock too sensitive to go on.
“Shit!” He breathes as he lies beside you with his arm over his head.
You’re warm and sticky beside him, his cum coating your skin generously. Jungkook kisses your cheek as he pulls you to him, using his other hand to fix his boxers.
He doesn’t like the way they cling to him and he’ll be sure to clean himself up as well as you before you go to sleep.
Silence fills the space between you as you stare at each other with bashful smiles and gentle touches. Jungkook kisses your lips softly, his fingers caressing your cheek.
“I really do like you, ya know,” he admits, and it sends your heart soaring into the heavens.
You bite back a giant grin as you lace your fingers together. “I really like you too.”
Jungkook blushes, kissing you once more before he climbs out of bed to get cleaned up. He assures you he’ll be back in a few minutes and he cleans you up with a warm washcloth and helps you to the bathroom.
Once you’re both in bed again, he snuggles into you. His fluffy hair splays on your chest as he snores softly. You smile to yourself as you hold back a yawn.
Jungkook sleeps soundly as you stroke his hair, hoping this can be more than just pretend.
Christmas Eve brings a blanket of snow and Seojun and Saraí.
Though you and Jungkook haven’t done more than fool around that one night, you’ve found it hard to keep your hands to yourself.
Seojun, Saraí, and Jungkook took you sledding at one of their favorite spots.
Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi were already there when you arrived, holding hands with Jungkook.
“Where are Joon and Seokjin?” You ask as you hide your face from the wind on Jungkook's shoulder. He laughs as he tightens your scarf and kisses your head.
“They went to pick up Hoseok at the train station. Hoseok’s parents are busy prepping for Christmas Eve dinner, and his sister is bringing someone home,” Jimin explains as he hands his sled to Taehyung to take a turn.
“Sounds serious,” Yoongi comments with a sly grin.
“My parents keep asking when I’ll bring someone home,” Jimin sighs. “Are you free next Christmas?”
Jungkook scoffs. “As if.”
“Not you.” Jimin rolls his eyes before saying your name.
Yoongi laughs as Taehyung comes back.
“I don’t think passing me around as a fake girlfriend is what your parents mean, Min,” you shake your head as you take the sled from Taehyung.
Jimin shrugs. “Worth a shot.”
Jungkook glares at him before you tug him away to the top of the hill. He helps you onto the sled before he gets on behind you and pushes. You scream and close your eyes as you go down, laughing when you come to a stop moments later.
“Wanna go again?” Jungkook grins as he helps you up. You shake your head as you pat the snow off your clothing.
“I’m good,” you laugh. “Once was enough.”
The trek back up the hill is rough as you stomp in the snow to reach your friends. Jungkook hands the sled to Yoongi as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.
Despite admitting to liking each other, you haven’t talked to determine what that means. For one, you kind of like this limbo you’re in where you’re not not together but also not truly faking either.
At one point or another, you’ll have to have that conversation, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Jungkook looks too cute with his giant snowball.
Oh, no.
He’s heading toward you and Jimin. This is what happens when you get lost in thought. Jimin grabs your hand and pulls as Yoongi and Taehyung run in the opposite direction.
Jungkook cackles as he chases after you and Jimin. The snowball rises high in the air as he shouts, “Come get your Christmas gift, Park!”
Luna herds the family up the stairs later that night when she’s ready for bed.
Jungkook and you wear your matching pajamas. An evening of food, laughter, and photos has drained you as you go up the stairs after Minji and Luna.
Jungkook keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding your sleepy self up the stairs and down the hall.
“Goodnight, honey,” Minji kisses Jungkook’s cheek and then yours.
You smile as you climb into bed with Jungkook beside you. His mood lamp is on, and you’re grateful for the pink stars that light the ceiling. Even at your age, you’re still a little scared of the dark.
“What’s on your mind?” Jungkook asks as he rolls to his side to face you.
You face him, your fingers laced with his.
“I’m just really glad I came to your home for the holidays. It’s been amazing. You, your family, everything has been perfect.” you smile warmly as he brings your knuckles to his lips to kiss gently.
“I’m glad you came. I know this whole thing has been a little odd, but getting to know you and being here with you has been the best part of this Christmas.” Jungkook pecks you on the lips, unable to control the smile that lights up his face.
Your gaze holds his, the sparkle in his eyes making you fall for him a little more as they grow brighter with each passing second.
“Kiss me,” you whisper as you lean in closer, and he closes the distance between you with his lips. They’re soft and taste like strawberry chapstick when they brush against your lips. You break apart for a moment, his eyes revealing more than you want to speak of now.
Instead, you whisper, “Kiss me again.”
Slowly, Jungkook kisses you again. He cups your face while you tug on his shirt, quickly removing it from him.
His breathy laugh brushes your skin as he noses at your throat. “Eager?”
“Shut up,” you hiss, climbing on top of him as his hands grip your hips.
Jungkook groans at your words, licking his lips as you take your top off to discard on the bedroom floor. Your fingers make quick work of your bra and soon you’re left topless and horny on top of him.
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses as he gets an eyeful of your breasts and nearly drools as his hands move upwards to cup them in his hands. You moan his name when his fingers brush the sensitive nipples, making them peak.
As much as he loves seeing you on top, Jungkook wants to take his time with you. This was a turn of events he wasn’t expecting, otherwise, he would have waited for your first time together to be at his place, in private where you could scream his name as loud as you wanted.
However, he won’t pass up the chance to have you. You’ve had such a hard time keeping your hands off each other even around your friends. Stealing kisses and sneaking off to make out in dim hallways and busy restaurant alleys. Light touches under tables, lustful looks shared across the room until you could sneak off together and kiss as if your lives depended on it.
If Jungkook could do this all over again, he would. Only he’d make you his from the get-go. But that’s a thought for another time as your hands glide up his torso, moaning at the sight of him.
“Jungkook,” his name tumbles so sweetly from your kiss-swollen lips.
His breath fans across your face as he chuckles. His dark locks create a curtain between you. Slowly, your fingers push his hair out of the way to find his sparkling eyes locked on yours. You melt beneath him as he kisses you.
Your hands grip his strong shoulders as your legs wrap around his hips to pull him close. Jungkook laughs at your eagerness, teeth nipping your bottom lip before releasing it.
Jungkook kisses his way down to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until his name fills the bedroom. You cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he’s quick to remove it.
With lust-filled eyes, you watch as he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each fingertip until he’s kissing your palm and moving upwards.
Jungkook wants to take his time with you. Show you his appreciation from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. He knows you’ll only let him do so much before you beg for more, more, more…
Like clockwork, your fingers thread through his hair directing his lips to yours as you kiss him with everything you’ve got. He moans against your lips, cursing when you tug on his bottom lip.
Your hands move downward across the massive expanse of his back, each muscle rippling beneath your touch as you arch into him. Your hips grind against him, the thin material of your shorts already soaking wet with your arousal.
Jungkook nearly growls when he feels it, cock throbbing in the next moment. He hikes your leg up higher on his waist, his hand grabbing your ass as his lips feverishly seek yours.
Gasps and moans fill the space between you in between hot, needy kisses that make your toes curl. Panting, you beg him for more as his hands tug your shorts off to toss on the bedroom floor; forgotten until morning.
You lay bare beneath him as he sat back on his haunches. His hands lace with yours, a soft bashful smile on his lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes never straying from yours as he leans in for a kiss.
Jungkook’s had enough teasing. His hands grip your thighs, cursing when he feels your wetness on your skin. He slowly rubs your clit, his dark hooded gaze on yours.
“Fuck, baby,” he curses as he moves his fingers downward and slowly slides them inside you. He watches you closely; loves the way your eyes flutter shut and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he curls his fingers and rubs your clit with his thumb.
“Kook,” you moan when he goes faster, slipping a little deeper just to watch you tremble. “Fuck me.”
You’re tired of waiting. You’ve wanted this since before you shared your first kiss and now being naked in his bed is becoming too much. You’ve dreamed of this time and time again and it’s about to become a reality if Jungkook can stop teasing you and just split you open.
You’ll beg, plead, and cry if you have to just for a taste of him. Just for a moment of sweet bliss.
“Please,” you beg as your hands palm over his cock in his pajama pants. You’re quick to tug them downward and Jungkook laughs at your excitement. He gets off the bed to kick them off and your mouth waters at the sight of his thick cock as he wraps his hand around it and strokes it.
You bite your bottom lip, watching him intently until you’re getting on your knees and crawling to the edge of the bed.
Jungkook groans when your hand wraps around his length. Your tongue licking the head teasingly. His gaze burns into the top of your head as your lips wrap around him. You relax your jaw as you take him in further, drooling all over yourself as you remind yourself to breathe through your nose.
He feels heavy on your tongue as you open wider. His hands grip your hair hesitantly before you pull off him.
“Don’t be scared,” you giggle. “I won’t break.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you wrap your lips around him once again. He lets you find your pace, not pushing too deep before he’s guiding you. Your hand rolls his balls while the other strokes him.
“Just like that. Fuck,” Jungkook throws his head back, the mood lamp illuminates the room, accentuating the veins in his neck, and he curses again. You moan around him, slurping as you get messy, bobbing up and down, gagging on his fat cock while Jungkook loses his mind over your pretty lips.
He pulls on your hair, using it to fuck your mouth until your nose presses to his abdomen. You choke, pulling off him to catch your breath.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook tongues his lip ring as he takes you in. You’re breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hair is mussed from him tugging on it, and your lips are smeared with spit and his pre-cum. You look beautiful.
Jungkook leans forward, kissing you. All teeth and tongue, unable to resist how gorgeous you look in that moment.
It’s not too long before you’re back on the bed with your legs spread wide open for him, begging for his cock once again.
“So needy,” Jungkook coos as he strokes himself, the fat head of his cock brushing your clit.
“Please,” you whimper, trying to raise your hips in hopes that he’ll just slide right in. “Fuck.”
Jungkook bites his lip. He’s never seen anyone so desperate for his dick. It makes him throb as he teases your entrance and a whine of his name escapes you, nails digging into his back.
“Don’t make me find someone else,” you huff.
Jungkook rolls his eyes as he kisses your jaw, trailing upward to your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.
“They can’t fuck you as good as I will,” he laughs cockily.
You arch into him, lips meeting his in a needy kiss as he slides into you. The stretch is wonderful. Stars illuminate your vision as Jungkook’s lips muffle the moan that threatens to wake the whole house.
The two of you have managed to keep the noises down to a reasonable level but Jungkook knows his luck might run out if he gets too carried away. Shit, he should have waited until he had you to himself at his apartment or even your dorm.
“Gotta be quiet, baby. Or I’ll have to stop,” Jungkook whispers as he sinks in further. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“No, please don’t stop. Koo,” you press your lips to his shoulder as he goes deeper, gripping your thighs with his large hands. He settles between your legs perfectly, cursing at the ceiling at how warm and wet you feel wrapped around him. It’s better than he could have ever imagined.
Jungkook grabs both of your legs, throwing them over his left shoulder as he pummels into you.
Tears flow down your cheeks. The pleasure is too overwhelming, lighting your body ablaze with each deep thrust that rewards you.
“So tight,” Jungkook grunts as his hair falls over his eyes. He pushes it back with his tattooed hand before moving it down to grope your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple just to listen to the sweet cries that escape you.
You tighten around him, soaking his cock as you cover your mouth with your hand.
Jungkook smiles, fucking you deeper, harder. Your cunt clings to him, thighs shaking as he holds your legs to his chest. His lips press a kiss to your calf before you dig your nails into the sheets beneath you, beyond ruined.
The creaking of the mattress is louder than Jungkook would like, but you look like you’re about to combust. His name leaves your lips in quick succession, nearly panting as tears roll down your cheeks, leaving behind stains as you bite your hand to keep from screaming his name as you tighten around him when you cum.
Jungkook fucks you slower, eyes focused on where your bodies connect. He waits for you to calm down, leaning forward to kiss your lips.
“Can you go for one more?” Jungkook asks in between kisses, your tongue meeting his as he cups your face.
“Yes,” you answer honestly, wanting more of him.
Jungkook kisses you one more time, moaning into the kiss as you clench around his cock. He nearly growls when you do it again, moving your hips against his.
“Let me get you on your hands and knees, darling,” Jungkook says as he pulls out of you and you whine at the loss.
Jungkook chuckles. “Easy, doll. You’ll have my ego growing bigger.”
You laugh, flipping him off. Jungkook laughs, leaning forward to gently nibble on your finger before you rip it out of his mouth.
Smirking, Jungkook helps you onto your knees as you plant your hands on the bed, arching your back.
Jungkook runs his tattooed hand over your back, gently slapping your ass just to watch it jiggle. He couldn’t lie, seeing you in jeans made his mouth water and there were a few times he had to excuse himself after staring at it for too long.
“Kook,” you say his name in a wanton tone that makes him melt.
Your eyes lock and he smiles as he grabs your ass in both hands, spreading you open for him. Your face grows hot as you turn around, unable to handle the dark lust-filled gaze he rewarded you with.
Jungkook doesn’t waste any more time as he lines himself up at your entrance, cursing when you welcome him easily.
His hands grip your hips tightly, almost enough to bruise. His name rolls off your tongue. You nearly drool when he reaches places others have only dreamed of.
You're so warm, so wet. It nearly drives him insane as he spears you on his cock. You’re soaking him, absolutely drenching him, and ruining him for anyone else. You’re the only one he wants, the only one he could ever want, and as he throws his head back in pleasure, he loses himself to thoughts he’d only shared with Yoongi.
“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook growls, gripping your ass as he continues to fuck you. He cards his hand through his hair, feeling sweat bead on his brow as you grow restless and fuck yourself on his dick.
“Just like that, baby. Use me. Use my cock. Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you fuck yourself on him, panting and moaning. He can see you biting down on his pillow, cunt pulsing around him as you scream into the pillow trying to keep quiet.
Jungkook watches you for another moment or two before he’s slamming into you. You cry out, face buried in his pillow as he grabs handfuls of your hips and ass, unable to decide what to use to anchor himself as he fills you again and again.
“Fuck, darling. You feel so good wrapped around me,” Jungkook grunts as his eyes flutter shut. His body tingles all over, and your moans are growing in octaves despite the pillow clenched between your teeth soaked with spit and tears.
The obscene smacking of your coupling is almost too loud but Jungkook can’t be damned to give a single fuck as you clench around him, nearly milking his cock. He moans your name and curses as you tighten around him, moaning incoherently as you orgasm once again. Your poor legs shake as you ride it out, sobbing unintelligibly into the bed as praises you.
“Want to fuck you full of my cum, baby,” Jungkook can’t help himself as he thrusts in deeper. He’s so close. His lip is caught between his teeth as you fuck yourself weakly on his cock, your body still tingling.
“Please, do it,” you spur him on as you clench around him, tempting him.
“Baby!”
“Jungkook!”
“Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping. Gonna fuck it all back into you, baby. Make you think of me all day.” Jungkook curses as you meet each of his thrusts, his fingers finding your sensitive clit as you muffle a wail of his name in your hand.
“Come on, love. Just one more for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook encourages as he nears the edge. He curses, losing himself as he fills you, and you tighten around him, soaking him and the sheets. A whimper escapes you as you fall forward on the bed, utterly spent.
Jungkook exhales deeply as he fills you to the brim before pulling out. He’s tempted to spread your legs and set them on his broad shoulders, lick you clean, and put you to bed.
But you’re spent, eyes barely open as you reach for him.
Jungkook kisses you gently. “Gotta clean you up, babe.”
You groan, legs already feeling sore. Jungkook helps you out of bed. He puts a shirt on you and opens his bedroom door as quietly as possible. He peeks into the hallway, making sure the coast is clear before he leads you to the bathroom.
Jungkook made sure you were steady enough to not fall before he ran to the room to change the sheets and pillowcases. By the time you’re back, he’s in a pair of boxers.
“Get in bed, babe,” he instructs as he helps you in and tucks you in. “I’ll be right back.”
You watch him go, waiting for him and smiling when he comes back a few minutes later with some water. He lets you drink a bit before he gets into bed beside you.
You curl into him, still unsure of what all this means, but you don’t care much when he wraps you up in his arms and holds you close.
“Sleep well, darling.”
Christmas morning passes in a whirlwind of breakfast and movies. Lots of stories from Jungkook’s childhood; few you heard from the man himself and more from his parents. Jungkook grows embarrassed soon, but nothing beats the flush on his cheeks when his mother pulls out the photo albums. Lunch came and passed with more stories and photos as Jungkook hid his face on your shoulder.
It’s not until after dinner that you’re all gathered in the living room with Minji and the Jeons.
“Come here, dear,” Minji pats the spot beside her as she holds a large pink photo album in her lap. One she brought for your arrival.
Jungkook sits on the arm of the couch next to you, curious eyes on the album as Minji opens it and takes out two envelopes.
One she hands to Jungkook and the other to you.
You’re confused. The family had exchanged gifts just after dinner with good wishes and warm coffee and cookies. Wrapping paper and gift bags still littered the living room floor.
“The two of you are so good together,” Minji comments as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. “I had this same talk with Saraí and Seojun when he first brought her home. Same with your father and your mother, and now you.”
Minji places a hand on yours. “I first met Jungkook’s grandfather at the Christmas parade in town. Oh, we couldn’t stand each other one bit!”
Jungkook chuckles as he listens to his grandmother.
“We were assigned the same parade float, and I swear that man was as stubborn as a mule! He wanted goats instead of reindeer, fireworks instead of candles, and he wanted me to be Santa! He said he’d be an elf! He was over six feet tall! An elf!” Minji shakes her head as she points to a photo of her as an elf and who you assume to be Jungkook’s grandfather as Santa.
“I arm wrestled him for it!” Minji exclaims proudly. “In front of his friends, and I won fair and square! I grew up with three brothers.”
You laugh as she turns the page, and Minji sits with her brothers. They all smile in the photo and make silly faces.
“I thought he’d be embarrassed that I beat him. But I got my way. I stood my ground and he claimed that’s when he knew I was the one for him,” Minji continues as she flips the page and runs her fingers over her wedding photo.
Tears pool in your eyes as you look at Jungkook. He looks like he’s about to cry, and guilt fills your chest.
“That man gave me a wonderful life. Beautiful children and cute grandkids. I miss him every day. Stubborn man he was, but there was nothing we couldn’t get through together.” Minji wipes a stray tear before smiling fondly.
“Anyway,” she sniffles as she sets the album on the coffee table.
“I wanted to give you two something special to get you started. I know you haven’t been together for too long, but Jungkook looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me and you the way I looked at him. I know it deep in my soul that you two belong together.” Minji smiles warmly as she takes your hand and Jungkook’s. “Be good to each other.”
You wipe a few tears and look at Jungkook. He opens the envelope, and it holds a photo of a home (not an apartment) with the address written on the back and a small gold key.
You can’t do this.
Not anymore.
The Jeons have welcomed you with open arms and all you’ve done is lie to them. Guilt washes over you in waves as you force yourself not to cry. This is wrong.
You hand the envelope back to Minji before rising to your feet. Your heart pounds in your chest, nearly deafening you as you try (and fail) to steel yourself.
“We lied,” you state, wringing your hands in front of you.
Jungkook frowns as he hands his envelope back to Minji. Guilt bubbles deep in his belly, and he knows this has gone too far. He should have never gone on with this scheme. Conning his grandmother? He felt terrible. He should have told the truth from the beginning.
“We aren’t a couple,” Jungkook admits, feeling the confused stares of his family. “We lied to you all.”
Aera and Dae stare at their youngest son and then at you.
Minji shakes her head.
“I lied,” Jungkook continues as he takes your hand. “She had nothing to do with it. I begged her to help me. I’m so sorry, Grandmother Jeon.”
Seojun stares with furrowed brows as Saraí places her hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t fathom why his little brother would lie.
“I thought Grandmother Jeon would give me an apartment or something if she thought I was seeing someone seriously like Seojun.” Jungkook hangs his head in shame. “The lie kept growing and growing until I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. I never meant to hurt anyone. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not all his fault, Grandmother Jeon,” you said as you squeezed his hand. “I agreed to help. You’ve all been so welcoming, and I didn’t have a place to go for the holidays, and I agreed. We never intended to harm anyone. We’re both so sorry.”
Minji laughs from her seat, surprising Aera and Dae.
“I know all about your little scheme,” Minji laughs, shaking her head as if this were the most comical thing she has witnessed. “Jimin’s grandmother hits the slot machines with me, and that boy sure loves to open his mouth. I’ve known since I arrived, honey.”
“Jungkook! Why would you lie? You know you could have told us anything!” Aera crosses her arms as she scolds her son.
“I just felt pressured,” Jungkook admits, and his mother sinks. “I hadn’t dated in a while, and I know you’d like to see me married like Seojun, but it just seemed like this is what everyone wanted from me.”
“Son,” Dae approaches him, hugging him. “We know we can be a little pushy, and I promise you will no longer feel pressured to settle down. We just got excited over Seojun. We wanted you to have the same happiness and partnership he and Saraí do.”
“Your father’s right,” Aera nods as she hugs Jungkook. “Oh, my baby! I’m so sorry for pressuring you! I just worry about you being alone so far away.”
“I’m fine, mom. I’ve got friends, and now I have her.” Jungkook reaches for you once his parents release him from their hugs.
Aera hugs you. “I’m so sorry for all this. We enjoy having you here. You’ve made our son and family so happy with your presence. It’s been a joy getting to know you and seeing how happy you’ve made our Kookie.”
You smile, hugging her tight before Minji hands Jungkook the envelope again.
“That’s yours to do as you please,” she states as she hands you your envelope.
You open it and gasp when you see two tickets to a resort you’ve wanted to go to. They’re dated for Spring Break.
“I’ve got a place down there that you’re welcome to visit during your vacation, but Jimin’s grandmother and I will be busy partying.”
“Mother!” Dae exclaims in shock.
“What? I’m old enough to drink! I’ve been old enough to drink.” she shakes her head with a laugh.
“I can’t accept this.” you try to return it, but Minji won’t take it.
“No takebacks!” She grins as she rises from the couch, and Luna follows her, yapping at her ankles.
“Should we go see the Christmas lights?” Seojun suggests as he rises to his feet and helps Saraí.
The family heads out to join the rest of the neighborhood on a walk. Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin join you as you let your families go on ahead without you.
“How’d it go?” Hoseok asks as he shivers, his ears peeking from his beanie.
“Yeah,” Seokjin grins. “Did you get the apartment?”
“Did the plan work?” Taehyung questions.
“Yes,” you say with a wry smile.
“And no.” Jungkook shakes his head.
“Huh?” Yoongi furrows his brows.
“Jimin needs to learn that gossiping with your grandmother can bite you in the butt!” Jungkook hisses as he laces his fingers with yours.
Jimin pales, turning his head and whistling to appear nonchalant.
“Yeah, Min!” You agree with a laugh as Jungkook kisses your cheek.
“I thought she’d forget!” Jimin defends as he gets playfully shoved by his friends. The snow crunches beneath your feet as you continue to walk, the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting on the snow.
“Oh no,” you giggle. “Jimin’s grandmother told Grandmother Jeon.”
“And she knew the moment she stepped into the house,” Jungkook sighed with a shake of his head.
“Whoops!” Jimin laughs.
“So much for ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma, huh?” Namjoon sighed as a chill ran through him. His scarf fluttered in the light wind as snowflakes fell from the sky.
“Shut up!” Jungkook laughs as he stops to form a snowball.
Seokjin laughs, pulling Yoongi with him as they run away from Jungkook.
Hoseok and Jimin slam into each other in their haste to escape the ricocheting snowball that smacks Namjoon in the chest.
Namjoon curses, forming a snowball as Taehyung runs away, following Yoongi and Seokjin, begging them to protect him.
You laugh as you take off, running with Jungkook as Namjoon hurls a snowball in your direction.
Laughter fills the streets of the neighborhood as more people join the snowball fight while you jog away with Jungkook, holding hands as you hide behind a tree for cover.
You’re pressed to his chest, peeking to see if you’ve been discovered yet, but being so far away from everyone just means silence surrounds you.
The evening is quiet as snow continues to fall, and Jungkook wraps his scarf around you to keep you warm. You’re wearing matching coats, hands warm in your gloves as he pulls you closer.
Everything fades into nothingness as his gaze meets yours. His hand is gentle when he cups your face. His gaze flits to your lips and back to your eyes.
“You know this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” Jungkook whispers.
“Me too,” you whisper as you hold his gaze.
“There’s only one thing that would make it better,” Jungkook smiles softly.
“And what’s that?” You ask as you bite your bottom lip.
“If you were mine,” Jungkook said with a dimpled smile. “For real this time.”
“I think I can make that happen,” you tease with a coquette smile. “But only with a kiss.”
Chuckling, Jungkook cups your face. “As you wish, baby.”
Jungkook captures your lips with his own, moaning when your fingers thread in his hair. He kisses you deeply as snowflakes coat your hair and his.
There’s nothing better than kissing Jungkook, your boyfriend. The word makes your heart skip a beat as he deepens the kiss, soft moans escaping the both of you as your lips move in sync.
Jungkook can’t help but be elated. His heart flutters as he realizes this is your first Christmas together. The first of many. He can see his future in your eyes—a home, a marriage, and children running down these streets covered in snow and Christmas lights.
There’s nothing more he could ever want.
When he catches your gaze, a bashful smile appears on your lips as you ask, “What?”
Jungkook shakes his head slightly, “Nothing. Just thinking about next Christmas.”
“Oh, will I be back?” You ask cheekily as he pulls you closer, the laughter of your friends ringing in the background as they grow closer.
“Definitely.” Jungkook seals his promise with a kiss just as your friends arrive, hooting as they circle you.
“Come on, lovebirds,” Namjoon huffs. “Momma Jeon’s got hot chocolate and cookies waiting for us.”
You laugh as Jungkook takes your hand, smiling as his friends race down the sidewalk to be the first on Momma Jeon’s porch. You smile, imagining all your Christmases like this, with your friends and Jungkook at your side.
Before you reach his home, Jungkook stops you just beneath the door frame before pointing up. Mistletoe hangs above your head, and you share a smile. Jungkook gently places his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it as he whispers, “Merry Christmas.” before he kisses you.
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CHRISTMAS: Secret Santa preparation!
AKA: secret santa is a nice compromise and tradition, right?
masterlist
⤚⥈ ft.: GC1: gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, higuruma, ino | GC2: yuki, choso, utahime | GC3: toji, shiu
⤚⥈ warning: the sillies
⤚⥈ author's note: I will actually post the gift exchange thing on the 23rd of December (trying to stick to my schedule. I already messed up a few times, but oh well). I hope it makes sense. If not, just shoot me.















#jjk#jjk smau#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#geto x reader#shoko x reader#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#higuruma hiromi x reader#higuruma x reader#ino x reader#ino takuma x reader#yuki x reader#choso x reader#choso kamo x reader#utahime x reader#ijichi x reader#toji x reader#gojo smau#nanami smau#ren's silly jjk texts#jjk texts#smau#jujutsu kaisen x reader#my silly jjk texts#kinda flopping lately but posting for the love of the game i suppose ksjsks#but also i realize not everyone celebrates christmas so it's not fun for everyone so *nodding emoji*#jjk fake texts#jjk scenarios
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