#good and bad ones and this was such a ride to write

[wintrbears]

Irreconcilable Differences | JJK & KNJ (1/2)

Summary: You broke up with Jungkook almost a year ago, but have to see him again for the first time at a mutual friend's wedding. He's sharing a hotel room with his best friend, and just when you happen to step inside it, the hotel goes on lockdown, leaving you no choice but to stay with the two of them for the next twenty-four hours.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Exes to Lovers?, Threesome, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Crack (kinda?)

Word Count: 16.3k+

Warnings: crying, wedding, beach/ocean, drinking, thunderstorm, fighting, the subway, a breakup, mention of police, involuntary confinement, gas leak, hotel, ex-boyfriend, heartbreak. SMUT: threesome, kissing, penetrative sex, double penetration, anal sex, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex (references to bc), cream pie, cum eating, facial, titty sucking, hand job (m receiving), brief rim job, cum swallowing, face riding/fucking dick riding, spit roasting/eiffel tower, aftercare, neck kisses, choking, hair pulling, alrighty I think that's everything hehe.

Author's Note: say it with me now everyone: two bad bitches AT. THE. SAME. DAMN. TIME. guys I am so excited for this one omg! I hope y’all love this namkook filth as much as I do lol. it’s my first time writing a threesome and I wanted to do a good job for my two best boys!! this fic is like 60% smut and 40% plot 🥵 and also surprise! I decided to give them a part 2 bc I felt like I needed to tell more of this couple’s story, so that will be coming soon!! ilysm and enjoyyy :)

You claim it’s irreconcilable differences. Jungkook calls it you being unreasonable. You end things. Five beautiful years spent learning about one another, falling in love, and eventually finding an apartment to share, all for the castle to come crumbling down on one terrible, godforsaken, stormy evening. 

Jungkook runs after you into the rain upon your theatrical exit from the apartment, because of course he does, and following a ten minute screaming match practically louder than the thunderstorm itself, he manages to drag you back inside. Like the weak woman you are, you assist him in stripping the drenched clothes from your bodies before letting him make love to you one last time on the very couch you chose together years prior. 

By sunrise, you and your essentials are gone and a handwritten note is left on the coffee table stating you’ll come back for the rest of your belongings another time. 

Strangers look at you sympathetically because of your loud weeping on the subway ride to your best friend’s place. You suppose it’s better than them judging you, given that you must look insane with the multiple haphazardly packed bags strewn across your body and evident hickies dusting your neck and shoulders. 

Jungkook calls at least a hundred times, leaving voicemail after voicemail until your phone no longer allows him to leave any more. Before the clock strikes noon, you hear a jarring, repetitive banging on Yuna’s door followed by his agonized voice begging to see you. 

Per her instructions, you sequester yourself in her room and sob into her pillow while she pounds her fist right back and tells him to get lost before she calls the cops. 

That’s the last time you heard his voice.

Until now, that is, because while standing at the reception desk of a Taiwanese hotel which will be your accommodation for the next four days, you hear the familiar, gentle timbre coming from behind you.

“Joon, please tell me you have your passport,” he sighs.

“It was one time, Kook,” Namjoon groans in response.

The phrase is so mundane and yet it completely paralyzes your mind and stops you dead in your tracks. You wish you could lie to yourself and say it isn’t him, but the illustrious nickname prevents you from doing so.

Thankfully, the receptionist finishes checking you in and you’re able to scurry away with your bags before he notices you. You don’t dare to peek over your shoulder and confirm the sighting because seeing him would be far more debilitating than merely hearing him. 

The first anniversary of that horrific night is only a couple days away, but the passage of time isn’t as helpful as people say it is.

You should’ve expected him to be here since you know he’s friends with Hoseok, too. Why didn’t you consider the possibility before sending in your RSVP? Maybe you can still prevent a confrontation by leaving this very instant. You know Hoseok would understand given the circumstances. 

But no, that’s not fair to you or your friend and realistically, you'll only be in the same location during the rehearsal dinner and wedding, so avoiding him elsewhere shouldn’t be too difficult.

Those become your famous last words, because when you exit your room to grab ice a couple hours later, you see Namjoon keying into their room no more than ten doors away. Yelping as you unceremoniously swan dive into a hidden cove, you hold you breath while waiting for his footsteps to retreat before peeling yourself off the wall and sprinting back to your room. 

You naively thought you may never have to see him again, which was honestly your only hope because you know the second you do, you'll fold. It's undeniable that he's the one who got away and you know your self control is far too flimsy to resist him both physically and mentally.

There are no wedding festivities tonight, so you can take this time to prepare your head and heart for the inevitable battle which will take place once you come face to face with him. Although, any preparation you do will be useless because your head will simply command you to run as far away as humanly possible while your heart pleads with you to jump straight into his arms. There’s another area of your body which will beg for something else entirely, but you refuse to give it a dog in the fight.

Hoseok immediately foils those plans by posting on the wedding Facebook page about a welcome party down at the beach later tonight.

If you could look into the camera like you're a character on The Office, you would. Sighing in exasperation, you overdramatically flop on your bed and flail your limbs around like a petulant child. 

Once you're done throwing a temper tantrum, you get ready in the spacious hotel bathroom while repeating encouraging mantras to yourself in the mirror, but you already know mere words won’t save you.

Your dress is definitely too skimpy to be seen by your ex-boyfriend, but there's no choice when everything else in your suitcase is reserved for the following days. It’s a thigh length, deep purple, satin slip that would honestly be perfect for any other occasion, but purple is Jungkook’s favorite color, and the last thing you want is for him to think you dressed up for his sake. In fact, you were almost desperate enough to drop a couple hundred bucks at the gift shop downstairs to avoid wearing it altogether. 

As you descend the egregious amount of steps leading to the beach, you see Hoseok and his beautiful bride, Lia, standing at the bottom. Your friend smiles using his signature heart-shaped lips and enthusiastically waves with both hands while Lia does an adorable princess wave with her left hand.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re here!” He shouts before you even reach the final step.

Hoseok pulls you in for a crushing bear hug and you laugh while returning the embrace. 

“Thanks for having me,” you say once he releases you. 

Lia hugs you afterwards and you compliment her on how beautiful she looks in her white midi dress. 

The pair met in college just like you and Jungkook, which makes the whole affair just slightly soul crushing for you. It doesn't take away from the happiness you feel for them, but it's hard not to compare their relationship flourishing with yours which crashed and burned.

“I could never get married without you,” Hoseok says. 

“Or someone else, for that matter?”

Your friend frowns and a look of guilt sweeps over his features.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

“It’s alright, Hobi,” you tell him. “It was a long time ago now.” Lie. Big fat fucking lie. It still feels like yesterday. “I’ll let you guys greet your other guests.”

The bar is your first stop while you mingle with old college friends also in attendance. Unlike most weddings, the guests pool isn’t entirely made up of couples which eases your mind just a smidge. Even better, Jungkook is here with Namjoon rather than a real date, unless he and his best friend finally turned their bromance into something more. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, just as you’re tipping the bartender for your margarita, you turn to see two familiar silhouettes strolling down the steps side by side. 

As if the universe itself is trying to spite you, Jungkook looks even more handsome than you when you last saw him, which shouldn't be possible when he was already a 10/10. He’s wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed right arm in all its glory and black slacks that grip his thick thighs for dear life with every step he takes. His hair is shorter and pushed away from his forehead, but the few pieces framing his face delicately curl down over his eyebrow. Even though his physique is outstanding, it’s the big brown eyes you adore that leave you breathless, although there’s a somberness to them which wasn’t present before.

You don't know whether you want to cry into your sugary drink or throw yourself in the nearby sea and let the current carry you far away from here. 

To make matters worse, Namjoon looks equally amazing. He’s always been good looking, and you still remember being flabbergasted when you met him and realized both your boyfriend and his best friend are insanely attractive. His attire is similar to Jungkook’s, although he’s wearing a navy blazer over his blue dress shirt and matching slacks. He’s grown out his black hair to the point it falls into his eyes, but it only makes him look more allusive. 

Every woman on the beach, single or not, is downright gawking at the two of them as they greet Hoseok and Lia with warm hugs and stand beside the couple to chat. It takes everything in you to avert your gaze before Jungkook can see you doing the same.

You thought it might take a couple hours for Jungkook to finally find you, but it’s less than ten minutes after his arrival that you hear his voice again.

“Jagiya?”

There’s no reason to turn around since that moniker no longer applies to you. Instead, you languidly sip your drink with your elbows resting on one of the high-tops facing the vast ocean.

“Babe.”

Rolling your eyes until they nearly get stuck in your skull, you glare at him over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”

“Who else would I be talking to?”

Seeing Jungkook up close is so much worse. There better be a defibrillator somewhere on this beach because you’re going to need one very soon. 

“Well, that’s not my name, so I wasn’t sure.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes with a half-hearted scoff.

“I’ve never called you by your name.”

“Because you were my boyfriend,” you argue. “Which you no longer are, so my name should do just fine, thank you very much.”

He makes a second agitated noise before joining you at the table and mirroring your stance so your elbows touch. As if the skin on skin contact burns, you automatically jolt away from him, bringing a frown to his face as his eyes glisten with rejection.

“Can’t we at least catch up?” 

“No.”

Your attempt to escape in the opposite direction is cut short when you barrel into Namjoon’s firm chest. He clutches your arm to keep you from falling and a brilliant smile appears as you lock eyes. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he cheerfully greets you.

“Hi, Joonie,” you sigh. “How have you been?”

“Good.” He looks at Jungkook before releasing your limb and slipping his hands into his pockets. “What about you?”

“Never better."

You make a break for it a millisecond later, running away as fast as the sand will allow to refill your drink and disappear from their sight, possibly even from earth. Fishing your phone from your purse, you find a secluded area and dial the number of your personal SOS.

The phone rings twice before Yuna’s voice comes through the receiver. 

“Everything alright?”

“No,” you whimper.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“He’s here."

“Who?”

“Googie!”

“Jungkook?” You fall backwards into the sand with a thump as you pull your knees to your chest. “Oh, honey.”

“He fucking called me jagiya like it was nothing. I mean, who does that?”

“Do you need me to hop on a flight? Or send a hitman?”

Her tone reveals she’s fifty percent trying to cheer you up and fifty percent serious. 

“No. If anyone’s killing him, it’s gonna be me.” Staring up at the night sky, you imagine having similar encounters with him over the upcoming days. “I have to tell Hoseok I can’t stay. I won’t last four days here!”

“No, no,” Yuna chants. “He doesn’t get to win, okay? You’re there for your friend and you deserve to have a good time!”

“How am I supposed to have a good time like this?”

She sighs and clicks her tongue in defeat.

“I don’t know, but if I know that dumbass ex of yours, he’ll just come after you if you hop on a flight right now.”

“Fuck, I hate that you’re right,” you groan.

“Listen, this is what you’re going to do,” she starts. “After the welcome party, go to his room and lay everything on the table. Tell him you’re not here to play catch up or rekindle anything and to leave you the hell alone for the rest of the weekend and you’ll do the same.”

“I’m sorry, you want me to go to his room?” You ask incredulously. “A secluded location with a bed? Something he has a stupidly amazing track record of getting me into!”

“You’re not going to sleep with him, you’re stronger than that,” she states.

“I think you vastly overestimate me, Yunes.”

“Is he there alone?”

“No, he’s here with Namjoon.”

“Well, there you go!” She cheers. “He’s not going to fuck you in front of Namjoon.”

“I think you vastly underestimate Jungkook.”

She leaves you with a few more words of encouragement, but you decide to forgo thinking about him altogether so you can actually enjoy the party. 

The remainder of the evening is spent nursing margaritas and listening to Lia and her bridesmaids energetically discuss the wedding. By the time you leave the beach, Jungkook and Namjoon are long gone, but the notion only brings momentary relief. You know a conversation needs to happen, but you aren’t sure if you have the strength to confront Jungkook. Just being around him hurts like hell and you can only imagine how difficult being alone with him will be.

You mindlessly traverse the hotel while gathering courage and also partially sobering up. Speaking with Jungkook with alcohol still in your veins is maybe the worst idea of all. When you finally knock on their door, it takes less than a minute for Namjoon to greet you with evident surprise on his face. 

He’s clearly gotten comfortable since leaving the beach, standing before you with his shirt unbuttoned to reveal the white t-shirt beneath and his belt undone but still strung through the loops of his slacks.

“Hey,” he says as if it’s a question. 

“Is he here?”

“Who… Kook?” You nod instead of answering because your lip is caught between your teeth as you anxiously bite the skin raw. “Yeah, yeah, hold on.”

Namjoon calls for his friend before opening the door so you can see more of the hotel room. Jungkook comes stumbling out from the bathroom still zipping his pants up and when his eyes land on you, they joyfully light up.

“Baby?” His voice goes up an octave out of pure excitement. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t call me that,” you blankly state.

His expression falters with utter despair, but you can tell from his flush cheeks that he’s been drinking and is clearly overreacting due to the alcohol swimming in his veins. 

“What am I supposed to call you, then?”

“I told you, Jungkook. My name!” You groan and tip your head back to refrain from throttling him. “Can I come in, please?”

He nods until getting dizzy from the repetitive motion and stumbles back a couple inches. Namjoon gestures with his arm and you thank him before crossing the threshold as he closes the door behind you. He excuses himself to the bathroom while you walk towards the center of the suite and pretend to admire the architecture.

“Why are you here?” Jungkook immediately regrets his word choice and starts shaking his head like a wet dog. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I want you here, I just didn’t think you did, so I’m surprised.”

“I don’t want to be here,” you concur. “But we need to talk.”

“About what?”

“What do you think?” Your tone is too harsh, but you can’t help the emotions crawling up your throat and choking the kindness from your voice. “I’m here to support my friend, same as you, and I would appreciate it if we could steer clear of each other for the weekend.”

“Are you serious?” Jungkook sounds stone cold sober when he replies. “I don’t see you for a year and you come here to tell me to fuck off?”

“Yes, Jungkook, because that’s what exes do,” you explain.

“Nah, fuck that, babe,” he snaps. “I don’t give a damn what other exes do.” There’s a poignant step taken in your direction, but you match his gate to hold the distance between you. Jungkook frowns, his brow creasing in discontent. “You really don’t want to see or talk to me? At all?”

“No! Why would I?” You exasperatedly ask. “Seeing you is fucking hard, Jungkook. Is it not hard for you?”

“No,” Jungkook replies without missing a beat. “Seeing you is as easy as breathing. Being away from you is what’s hard. It’s goddamn torture, jagi.”

“Stop calling me that, Jungkook!”

“Stop calling me Jungkook. You never fucking call me that!”

“Because we were dating! What do you expect me to call you?”

“Anything but my fucking name, please,” he begs as his voice strains with emotion. “It doesn’t even sound right coming out of your mouth.”

“Does asshole sound better?”

Jungkook chuckles humorlessly while running his hand through the front of his hair. He opens his mouth to respond, but is stopped by a chime blaring overhead.

“Please excuse the disruption, loyal guests, but we have an urgent announcement to make. As of this moment, the entire hotel is on lockdown due to a gas leak on one of the lower floors. For the safety of all guests, your rooms will remain locked from the outside and key card access will be entirely revoked. Please stay where you are until we safely clear the gas and allow you to roam the hotel freely again. We estimate it will take no longer than twenty four hours. Thank you and please call the front desk with any questions or concerns.”

As soon as the message ends with another annoying chime, the room goes eerily silent and your blood runs cold. Namjoon exits the bathroom with wide, worrisome eyes, matching the expression on both your faces. 

“No. No, no, no,” you shout while running towards the exit. “No, this isn’t happening!” 

You violently yank on the doorknob even though it doesn’t budge an inch, grunting with effort as if that will somehow help. A tattooed hand gently removes your fingers from the handle to stop your incessant attempts.

“Stop, jagiya, it isn’t going to work,” Jungkook calmly says. 

It's unfair how much comfort his touch alone brings, but you ignore the feeling to helplessly pound your fist on the wood despite already knowing it’s useless. 

“It’ll be okay, I’m sure it won’t actually take them that long,” Namjoon comments. 

“Another second in here is one too long, Joonie.”

You hear Jungkook tsk in annoyance. 

“So, he gets Joonie and I’m still just Jungkook, huh?”

Your dread quickly becomes unadulterated anger as you turn on your heel to face him. 

“How many fucking times —”

“Hey, cut it out!” Namjoon interrupts by standing between you. “If we’re really stuck here you two need to stop acting like fucking children.”

“Me?”

“I’m not —”

“Yes, you fucking are,” Namjoon argues, his voice stern. “Y/N, there’s a pull out bed beneath the couch and I can give you some extra clothes to change into.”

“She’s not wearing your clothes, Joon.” 

Jungkook’s gaze is undeniably intense when he makes eye contact with his friend. 

“Well, I’m sure as hell not wearing yours,” you retort.

Namjoon sighs in defeat and runs his hands down his face. 

“This is what I mean!”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you avoid their eyes and sulk towards the couch on the opposite side of the room. If Namjoon thinks you’re behaving like a child, then you just won’t speak anymore. Simple. Great minds must think alike because Jungkook stomps over to the bed and sits with an overdramatic huff. Namjoon rolls his eyes, but ignores your shared antics by surveying the mini fridge. He’s clearly choosing the sensible route given that it’s your only source of food until the hotel reopens. 

The first hour of imprisonment happens in stark silence, besides the sound of Namjoon moseying about as he passes you both a water bottle before taking a seat in the armchair beside the bed. You all absentmindedly scroll on your phones and pretend you aren’t suffocating from the thick tension permeating the space. 

You immediately text Yuna about the situation, anxiously awaiting her reply with your thumbnail between your teeth as you parse through your many thoughts. When she does respond, her text contains an immeasurable amount of expletives and various emojis. She leaves you with a single instruction at the end of her message: “do not fucking sleep with him, Y/N!”

It’s easier said than done.

Namjoon is the first to slice through the awkward silence via an obviously fake cough. You and Jungkook both look at him expectantly and he responds with a dashing smile while leaning forward in his chair.

“Y/N, you said you came here to talk, so I think you guys should do just that,” he kindly suggests. “I can chill in the bathroom for a while, if you want.”

A sweet smile frames your face as you shake your head.

“That’s alright, Joonie. I don’t have anything to talk about with him,” you respond.

“You don’t? After a whole year you don’t have any questions or things you want to get off your chest?”

“Jungkook made it very clear when we broke up that he doesn’t want to marry me. That’s the only answer I need.”

Jungkook scoffs in response, cracking his neck as though it could release all his pent-up frustration. 

“That’s not true,” he states.

“No? Did I misunderstand something that night?”

“Yes. I never said I don’t want to marry you. I said I wasn’t ready, there’s a big difference."

Now it’s your turn to scoff with an accompanying eye roll.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s that much of a difference when after five fucking years together you still aren’t ready. Sounds like just a cowardly excuse to me,” you retort.

“Cowardly? Is that what you think I am?”

“Yes, actually —”

“Hold on, that's not what I meant by talk,” Namjoon interrupts.

“What do you expect, Joon?” Jungkook asks angrily. “She’s unreasonable!”

“Don’t you dare call me that again,” you sneer, the night in question appearing like a vision in your mind. 

Jungkook’s eyes completely soften when he realizes his mistake, not ever wanting to hurt you despite the predicament you find yourselves in. 

He opens his mouth to speak, but you end any and all conversation by strutting across the carpet and barricading yourself in the bathroom. Once you’re alone, you quietly whimper and slide down the frosted glass until your butt meets the cold tile. 

This will just be your solution for the remaining hours; to stay locked away from the piercing gaze of your ex and the well intentioned efforts of his best friend. You simply lack the wherewithal to look at his handsome face or listen to his calming voice any longer. The cold persona you’ve been maintaining all night is cracking with every word and you refuse to let him see how utterly broken you are underneath. 

Although, it's no use once you start sobbing into your hands because of all the overwhelming emotions. You’re certain he hears your brutal cries even as you muffle the sound in your palms, eventually crying yourself to sleep on the bathroom floor. 

A loud banging on the glass door startles you awake. 

“Y/N,” Namjoon calls for you.

“Use the sink,” you groan while sitting up.

“I’m not knocking for that.” There’s a heavy sigh from outside. “Can I come in?”

A weighted moment passes as your mind deciphers possible reasons not to let him inside, but when there aren’t any obvious choices, you twist the doorknob while scooting away so he can enter. 

When he does, he effortlessly slips in and turns the lock before sitting across from you and pulling his knees to his chest. 

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you murmur.

“I’m not trying to play matchmaker, I hope you know that. It’s just that we’re stuck here for possibly twenty more hours, and I don’t think you’re very comfortable lying on the bathroom floor in a cocktail dress,” he explains.

You nod in agreement as a small grin forms on your lips.

“Yeah, my ass is killing me.”

Namjoon laughs, deep dimples appearing on his cheeks as the lighthearted sound fills the air.

“He fell asleep, too, but maybe you can go bug him and actually sort some shit out?” There's hope present in his brown eyes. “Just because getting back together isn’t on the table, doesn’t mean you can’t at least be on good terms. You two have a lot of mutual friends so this definitely isn’t going to be the last time you see each other.”

“He makes it pretty hard, Joonie,” you argue.

“I know he does. It’s only because he…” Namjoon sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “It’s only because he’s still so in love with you.”

You appreciate him saying it out loud even though it's painfully obvious that's the case.

“I know,” you quietly admit. “I don’t know if it’s even possible for either of us to ever stop loving the other one.”

Namjoon reaches out to rest his hand on your knee, empathetically running his thumb across the fabric of your dress. He doesn't seem surprised by your inferred confession, which you suppose makes sense given how observant he is.

“If there is that much love still between you, that’s all the more reason to mend things as best you can.”

He leaves you alone again so you can decide for yourself what your next move will be.  

It takes you a couple hours to come to the proper conclusion and return to the suite so you can speak with your ex-boyfriend. When you do, you find him and Namjoon haphazardly sprawled across the mattress still half-dressed in their evening wear.

Jungkook's facial features are serene as quiet snores pass through his lips. This must be the millionth time you’ve witnessed him in this state, but your heart still flutters all the same. You resist the urge to wake him as you once did, by combing his hair back and pressing featherlight kisses to his face. Instead, you nudge his leg where it’s hanging off the mattress and wait for his eyes to blink open.

“Jagiya?” He groggily asks. “Is everything alright, my love?”

Oh, he must still be half asleep. It’s one thing to throw a pet name around, but the infamous epithet exclusively used for you is a step too far.

“Wake up, Jungkook,” you order him.

“I am.”

You ignore the possibility of him purposefully calling you that so you can focus on your mission. 

“We need to talk.”

Jungkook sits up and methodically runs his hands through his hair a couple times before patting the space beside him.

Following his wordless request, you occupy the spot to his right, albeit a bit farther away from where his hand hit the mattress. When he notices the sizeable distance, his disappointment sets a crease in his brow. 

“You wanna talk like we did earlier or the way we used to?”

His question makes you replay your various conversations from today in your head.

“I’m sorry for being such a bitch tonight. I’m just trying to… protect myself,” you explain. 

Jungkook shakes his head. 

“You’re not being a bitch,” he assures you. “I’m sorry, too. I promise I’m not trying to make this any harder on you, I just missed you so fucking much, jagi.”

It's too dangerous to repeat the phrase back to him, despite it being true, so you ignore the comment altogether.

“I know that we need to have a conversation, but I’m not sure where to even start. It feels like we’re beating a dead horse at this point,” you admit.

“I’m not exactly sure, either, but I’ll answer any questions you have or re-explain whatever you need me to.”

There's been one single question occupying your mind for the last year, but you never expected being able to ask it.

“Why wasn’t I enough for you, Jungkook?”

His doe eyes widen and his hands naturally move to caress your face so he can comfort you, assure you of how wrong you are, but he seemingly changes his mind and lets them fall. 

“Not enough for me?” He shakes his head in complete disbelief at the idea. “Oh, baby, me not proposing has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. We spent half a decade together, if you’re not ready for marriage after that then it’s obviously me,” you argue. 

“No, it isn’t,” he states. “Growing up, I watched my parents go from lovesick to arch enemies in a matter of years. So, in my mind, marriage can make even the most perfect couple hate each other. Which means it could do that to us, too.”

“We’re not your parents, Jungkook.”

His parent’s broken relationship has always deeply affected him and it’s something you tried helping him heal from during your time together.

“I know, but from my perspective getting married could easily turn us into them. I thought staying boyfriend and girlfriend would make losing you impossible, but it did the exact opposite.”

“I told you that,” you groan. “The night we broke up, I said you only have one option to keep me with you, and sure, there’s always a risk of things going south, but if you didn’t propose it would happen a helluva lot sooner than if marriage tears us apart.” Without thinking of the consequences, your hands encompass his. “Jungkook, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

His hands squeeze yours as if he’s double checking that you’re real. 

“I know that now,” he whispers.

“What… what do you mean?”

“I was wrong, jagiya. That night, letting my parents' relationship dictate our own, I made the biggest mistake of my life,” he tells you. “If I could turn back time, I would get down on one knee right there in our living room.”

You feel a familiar pressure from tears collecting in your waterline. It would be wonderful to reverse the hands of time and prevent your breakup from ever happening, but it’s impossible, and no amount of time travel can fix your broken heart.

Jungkook tries brushing the stray tears away once they finally fall, but you turn your head when his fingertips graze your cheekbone.

“Please tell me how to fix this, baby,” he begs.

“You can’t –”

“I don’t mean us. Well, I do, but I know you don’t want that.” He couldn’t be more wrong. “So how do we leave here as friends, at least.” 

Being friends is a terrible decision given how much your heart still absolutely belongs to him, but you also can’t resist having him in your life. So, you extend your hand across the space between you. 

“Friends?”

Jungkook smiles affectionately and shakes your outstretched hand. 

“That was easy,” he comments.

The tension in the room gradually dissipates as you chuckle and drop his hand.

Although, your truce allows for a different, more potent aura to surround you instead. It seems pretending to despise each other was your only protection from the inherent desire you feel, because in the otherwise silent room, the crackling heat between you is palpable. 

The first time you ever laid eyes on each other, Jungkook promptly shoved you into a dive bar bathroom and fucked you against the sink. In fact, you’re positive the two of you have never been near a fuckable surface without partaking in the act. If Namjoon wasn’t lying smack dab in the middle of the bed, you’d probably already be rolling around in the sheets together. 

Namjoon wakes up with a confused grunt before either of you can make such a mistake. He examines the unfamiliar surroundings while cracking his neck and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey, lovebirds,” he mumbles.

“Hey, Joon.”

“Ew.”

Jungkook chuckles at your expense and you retaliate by playfully shoving his shoulder. Per his usual antics, he grunts while falling backwards, his upper body hitting the mattress with a soft thump. The melodramatic action makes you giggle without realizing, and you can see Jungkook smiling from his position on the bed. 

Namjoon notices the positive shift in atmospheric pressure and smiles to himself as he stands to stretch his long limbs. 

“So, what are we using this ample amount of time together to do?” He asks while grabbing a snack from the kitchen. 

It’s a logical question given the circumstances, since there isn't much in the room to keep you entertained besides the TV, and who knows what selection of shows and movies the hotel offers. 

While you contemplate an answer, Jungkook sits up and gestures for Namjoon to toss him a treat, which he catches with ease once his best friend complies. Rather than opening the package, he hands it to you before repeating the motion for himself. You avert your eyes so he doesn’t see the pink blush forming on your cheeks. 

“Well, what’s your year been like, Joonie?”

Namjoon smiles at your question even as he’s chewing the granola bar he just took a bite of. He answers after swallowing his food.

“It’s been good, I got promoted to head curator at the museum,” he announces.

“No way, that’s amazing!” You cheer. “I’ll have to swing by sometime.”

��You should, we’ve got some amazing new pieces from this French historian I found,” he explains. 

“Any women in your life?”

You pop some trail mix into your mouth.

“Nah, I’m shit outta luck in that department.” He briefly glances at Jungkook before continuing. “How about you?”

“Nope. No luck with the ladies for me, either.”

Jungkook giggles beside you. 

“Seriously, though, how have you been?” Namjoon asks.

You wish you could answer truthfully, but despite the recent agreement between you and Jungkook, you still want to hold your real feelings close to your chest. For instance, you don’t want him to know the feeling of someone else’s lips makes your stomach twist in disgust. Something you’re only aware of because you attempted to kiss a stranger at the bar some months ago. The encounter only lasted approximately three seconds before you stopped the man’s advances and spent the remainder of the night sobbing in the bathroom.

“I’ve been good, too,” you say, keeping it simple. “What about you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen when you point your attention to him. 

“Oh, fine, I guess,” he answers solemnly. “No promotions or… you know.”

You hum in acknowledgement and finish the rest of your trail mix to avoid answering any further questions.

“So, that took up approximately five minutes of the next nineteen hours,” Namjoon states matter-of-factly.

“Hm, let’s play kid games like never have I ever or some shit,” Jungkook excitedly suggests.

“Kook,” Namjoon laughs. “Be for real.”

“Hyung, we have hours to kill here.” Jungkook points to you. “Tiebreaker vote.”

“Uh.” Your head tilts as your mind contemplates the possible consequences. “I mean, why the hell not? It’s not like I don’t know everything about you anyway, Jungkook.”

“You don't know what I got up to in the last year,” he retorts. 

“Fine, but we need drinks,” Namjoon says as he hands out beers before taking a seat on the nearby couch. “I’ll go first?” You and Jungkook both nod and the older man giggles when he decides on his first prompt. “Never have I ever slept with someone in this room.”

Twin indignant glares are sent his way as you and Jungkook sip your drinks.

“That’s fucked up,” Jungkook comments. 

“Your turn, Y/N.”

Similar to Namjoon, you look between the two boys and chuckle to yourself.

“Never have I ever had a penis.” Jungkook stares you down while Namjoon merely shakes his head and sips his beer. “Your turn.” You tap Jungkook’s chest with the bottle.

“Hmm, never have I ever not been named Jungkook.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“You’re a bozo.”

You and Namjoon drink simultaneously. 

“Alright, no more fucking around, we die like men,” Namjoon states while placing his elbows on his knees. “Never have I ever had sex in a public place.” There’s an incredibly awkward silence before you and Jungkook slowly bring the bottles to your lips. “No shit? I didn’t think I’d actually get you guys with that one.”

“Multiple times, in fact,” Jungkook says after drinking. 

“In very public places,” you add.

“Freaks,” Namjoon jokes. 

“Okay, never have I ever gone skinny dipping,” you say.

Only Namjoon drinks and it scratches an itch in your brain knowing Jungkook hasn't completed one of your bucket list items without you. 

“There’s an ocean right outside, ya know,” Jungkook comments with a smirk. You respond by elbowing his ribs. “Ow, understood.” He thinks for a minute before a more sinister smile appears. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

No one drinks, which only causes Jungkook’s expression to morph into one of satisfaction.

“I’m sorry, did you only ask because you want to know if I’ve had one since we broke up?”

“Yes,” Jungkook shamelessly admits. “You’ve always wanted one and it’s the only opportunity I’ll have to ask.” 

“You wanna try a threesome, Y/N?” Namjoon asks with an eyebrow quirked. 

“Mmhm, but my boyfriend was always too jealous to indulge me,” you state while side-eyeing Jungkook. 

Your ex scoffs with a shake of his head. 

“Why don’t you tell Namjoon why I said no, babe.” You suddenly look like a deer in headlights. “That’s what I thought.”

“Wait, wait." Namjoon scoots to the edge of his chair. “Spill.”

“Oh, no,” you reply.

“C’mon, jagi, tell him,” Jungkook goads. A threatening glance is sent his way, but he ignores your agitation and menacingly tilts his head as if to taunt you. All hope is lost when he turns to face his best friend. “She wanted us to have a threesome with you.”

Namjoon chokes on air.

“Huh?”

“Oh yeah, she begged me on multiple occasions.”

“Jungkook!” 

His poor friend’s face is glowing with a bright red blush as he processes the confession.

“What… why me?”

“I mean, it’s not everyday your handsome and buff boyfriend has an equally handsome and buff best friend,” you explain. “What’s a girl to do?”

“It’s not everyday you’re stuck in a hotel room with them, either,” Jungkook notes while calmly drinking his beer. 

You and Namjoon whip your heads in his direction with equally large eyes. Jungkook merely chuckles at the joint reaction and leans back on his hands like he didn’t just plant a ticking time bomb in the center of the room. 

“Sorry, are you —”

“Suggesting we all sleep together?” He turns to you with a gleam in his eye. “Yes, jagiya, I am.”

“But why now when you always said no before?”

“Because as you made it very clear earlier this evening, I’m no longer your boyfriend. I have no problem sharing what isn’t mine to begin with,” he explains. 

Something about his statement shatters your heart in a way you refuse to admit.

Namjoon clears his throat to garner everyone’s attention.

“Uh, is this something we’re genuinely considering? Because I’m totally down.”

“Babe?”

Jungkook has nothing but hope brimming in his eyes while you maim your lower lip with your teeth. There are multiple contrasting emotions battling in your head, but the overall winner is excitement as the feeling flows through your veins and becomes your answer. 

“As long as you stop calling me that.” There’s a brief pause before you remember to cover all your bases. “In either language, Jungkook.” 

The man in question’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead as a charming smile grows. 

“Deal.”

Your heart skips a couple beats when he shuts his eyes and leans in with pursed lips. As if it’s second nature, Jungkook’s hand rises to hold the back of your head, but you keep him in place with a gentle touch to his chest. 

“Give me a minute.”

The mattress bounces when you stand to run away into the safety of the bathroom again. Oxygen fills your lungs for the first time in minutes upon entering the secluded space. Moving towards the counter, your hands grip the marble as you turn the faucet and splash cold water on your face. 

Your best friend appears like an apparition in your mind, reminding you of your sworn duty not to sleep with your ex-boyfriend. Technically, you're only half sleeping with him, since someone else will be there. Yeah, you’re certain Yuna will accept that bullshit explanation without biting your head off. 

She’ll just have to forgive you, because you’ve imagined this threesome countless times over the years and nothing is going to prevent it from becoming a reality now. Sure, you never pictured it happening because you got trapped in hotel with your gorgeous ex and his equally attractive best friend, but here you are.

After spending some time calming your racing heartbeat, you stare yourself down in the mirror and share an affirming glance with your reflection before exiting. 

When you do, Jungkook is standing just beyond the door with desire in his dark irises. Namjoon isn’t far away, sitting on the corner of the bed with his legs spread while he intently watches the two of you.

“You ready?” Jungkook asks in a low tone.

Heaven help you.

“Do your worst.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste a single second and slams his lips on yours while his large hands encapsulate your head. The sudden movement causes an involuntary moan, his warm lips already turning your mind to mush as you clutch his shirt to keep your knees from giving out.

Heaven can’t help you now, because the feeling of Jungkook kissing you again is far above its paygrade. 

His mouth coaxes yours open and you grant him unlimited access without another thought, allowing him to slip his tongue inside so it can tangle with your own. The familiar motions transport you to a world where your breakup never occured and Namjoon isn’t a couple feet away. It honestly feels as though you’re the only two people in existence when he molds his mouth to yours and grips your hair between his fingers like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook whispers against your lips. 

He gives you a final peck before kissing across the lower half of your face and down your neck. You indiscriminately moan as his soft, wet lips repeatedly meet the most sensitive areas of your skin. Your hand rakes through his styled hair when he licks across your jugular and takes a delicate bite. He gives your collarbone, sternum, stomach, and abdomen chaste kisses while rapidly descending to his knees. The sight of his lustful eyes peering up at you from the vulnerable position makes your core clench. 

Your eyes are silently pleading him to touch you and it brings a devilish smirk to Jungkook’s face. His hands sneak beneath the hem of your dress to touch your bare skin while kissing the fabric resting on your thighs. When you whine for more, he pacifies you by bunching the dress up to reveal the lace underwear covering your cunt. He groans in satisfaction and starts kissing your mound through the material, causing you to hold onto his black strands for dear life. 

“Jungkook, please,” you breathlessly beg. 

“Use your words,” he orders while making out with your panties. 

Jungkook’s always demanded you spell your wants and needs out for him in bed, so you should’ve expected his response. 

“Need your mouth on me,” you pant.

He hums affirmatively and tugs your underwear to the floor before languidly licking your pussy from bottom to top. A combination between a broken gasp and pleasurable cry comes from you in response. The sensation of his tongue moving through your folds is earth shattering even if you’ve experienced it a million times and the feeling must be mutual because Jungkook is enthusiastically moaning into your cunt while lapping up the leaking essence from your hole with precise flicks of his tongue. 

“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,” he grunts before diving back in. 

His fingers hold you in place by the meat of your thighs as he eats you out like you’re his final meal on earth. Jungkook’s always been an expert at eating pussy, and his innate skill is only highlighted by the fact that you haven’t been touched by another human in a year. Between his hands gripping your flesh and his mouth slurping your juices, your mental fortitude doesn’t stand a chance.

Jungkook continues kissing and licking your pussy for a torturous amount of time before finally granting you solace and moving upwards to pleasure your clit. When you jump from the sensation of him kitten licking you, he growls and his fingertips bite into your supple thighs.

“Don’t fucking move.” He flattens his tongue on your pearl and moves his face side to side to create friction. Your head falls against the glass as you helplessly moan. “You have no fucking idea how much I missed this pussy.”

The deep timbre of his voice sends vibrations through you as he maintains the mind blowing tempo. He halts the efforts of his tongue to suck your swollen clit into his mouth, causing your eyes to roll deep into your skull. In the same breath, he purposely allows drool to drip from his lips onto your pussy, as if you aren’t gushing cum already. The extra wetness creates a seamless glide of his mouth on your skin and you can barely keep your body upright from how amazing it feels.

“Goo — Jungkook,” you whine. 

He ignores your call of his name, although you think he caught the near slip up because his low chuckle tickles your wet skin and sends shivers down your spine. 

“Fuck, Joon, you gotta taste her.” He moves away from your cunt and you automatically whimper, your hand clutching his hair to keep him close. “Best pussy in the entire fucking world.”

When you glance at the man in question after taking multiple deep breaths, you notice him sporting a cheshire grin while his dragon eyes dangerously call to you.

“Is that so?” Namjoon tilts his head as he holds the seductive eye contact. “May I?”

The only action you can muster is a weak nod, your head barely holding itself up from how high up in the clouds you are. 

Jungkook catches your attention by placing a final kiss to your clit before rising and tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear.

“Be good,” he instructs. 

There’s an urge within you to fight back and tell him it’s no longer his place to command anything from you, but the lustful haze veiling your consciousness prevents you from speaking altogether.

Before you realize, you’re nose to nose with Namjoon and the miniscule distance between you makes your heart stop.

“We’re gonna have so much fun with you, Y/N,” he taunts.

He drops to his knees the very next moment, firmly gripping one of your thighs as he maneuvers it to rest on his shoulder. 

It’s been more than six years since anyone beside Jungkook touched you, and although you want this, the feeling of someone else holding you inadvertently causes a negative reaction. Your hands begin to shake and your eyes snap shut as unease washes over you and settles in your stomach. 

Jungkook must notice the energy shift, because you feel his lips caressing your shoulder as he gently kisses your skin. 

“It’s alright,” he whispers between smooches. “Just enjoy it, beautiful.”

Namjoon’s plush lips are kissing and sucking on your inner thighs as his face ascends towards your center. It’s easier said than done, but you eventually acclimate to the foreign touch and manage to calm your body and mind. 

When his mouth reaches your cunt, he tastes you for the first time with a tentative, featherlight lick, but after slowly swiping his wet muscle through your folds a couple times, he amorously hums while gripping your thighs tighter. He forces your pussy down onto his face and you yelp, a desperate hand grasping his spare shoulder for support. 

“Fuck, Joonie” you whine.

The younger man is still painting your neck with sloppy kisses as Namjoon does the same to your cunt. 

His mouth feels completely different in comparison to Jungkook, but still just as pleasurable. While your ex eats you out as if he simply can’t get enough, Namjoon seems to be savoring every single bite. 

Despite the delicate pressure of his tongue gliding along your slit, you feel pure greed behind his actions. He’s holding you firmly in place while bobbing his head to lick every inch of your cunt and his wanton noises sound like he just wants more, more, and more. Then his tongue pushes into your hole and licks long your inner walls as his buttery lips absolutely devour you and the feeling is jaw dropping. 

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding,” he comments under his breath. Namjoon looks up to ensure you’re watching his tongue take a single, long lick of your pussy before curling your juices into his mouth. “You’re fucking delicious, baby.”

You pathetically moan over his praises.

“Make her come, Joon,” Jungkook says. “She looks so pretty when she finishes.”

Namjoon hears your ex loud and clear, keeping his eyes on you when he switches gears and starts mouthing at your clit. 

Gone is the gentle giant as he religiously flicks his tongue over your nerve endings before teasing you by moving the muscle in slow circles instead. He seems to enjoy your response to his actions, an airy chuckle meeting your core where his lips have begun sucking on your nub. Of course your eyes are rolling as you pant and sink your fingertips into his shoulder muscles, he’s pleasuring your most sensitive spot as if he’s done it countless times. 

He reclaims your pussy to drink the weeping essence collecting there, but his nose nuzzles your clit so you’re still being stimulated in both areas. The perfect combination makes your mind blank and your senses malfunction until all they recognize are him. 

You don’t just fall over the edge, you’re forcefully pushed off the precipice by his extraordinary movements.

“Oh, holy shit,” you cry.

The gorgeous man on his knees for you groans in delight as you come on his face, swallowing every ounce of cum you give him. If he wasn’t still balancing your leg on his shoulder, the convulsing your body does in reaction to the climax would send you toppling. 

Jungkook ardently watches you as the high simmers, observing your every twitch and noise with heat in his eyes. Meanwhile, Namjoon is still slurping away beneath you like he could continue for hours without complaint.

You shove at his shoulder when the oversensitivity becomes too great, needing to focus on your trembling breaths so your body can return to baseline. 

“How was that?” Namjoon asks as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

A dry chuckle leaves your lips.

“What a stupid fucking question.”

Both men laugh as Namjoon stands and Jungkook sits on the bed. 

“So, who are you sucking off first, beautiful?” 

Jungkook’s lopsided smirk is too attractive for his own good, and you know it’s only present because he found a clever loophole to your sole condition for this entanglement. 

“Well, since you let Namjoon do your dirty work, I think you should finish what you started while I thank him for doing such a wonderful job,” you explain. “Whaddaya think?”

He doesn’t respond other than by pulling you into his lap by your thighs while simultaneously lying back so you’re straddling him. 

“Hop on your favorite seat, then.”

Your eyebrows lift for a silent confirmation of his request and he winks as an answer. The anticipation of having him again creates childlike giddiness within you as you maneuver yourself above his head. At the same time, Namjoon strolls to the opposite side and pulls his belt through the loops to remove it. Once his slacks are kicked into a pile on the carpet, he stands directly in front of you where you’re kneeling over Jungkook’s face. 

“You know, Kook’s bragged about your mouth on multiple occasions, so your reputation precedes you,” Namjoon states.

“Oh, I assure you, I’ll exceed your expectations, Joonie,” you confidently reply.

Before you can continue the conversation, Jungkook is tugging your thighs down until your bare pussy is smothering his mouth. You moan as your head falls back upon feeling his searing hot tongue on you again. He parrots the noise into your folds, accompanied by the erotic sound of him repeatedly bringing your cum into his mouth.

When your attention returns to Namjoon as Jungkook continues his diligence on your cunt, you see his eyes reverently staring at the scene while he palms his covered cock. You reach for him, dipping your fingers beneath the fabric resting on his hips to pull him closer. He stumbles forward with a deep laugh and aides you in pushing the garment down his thick thighs to reveal his cock. 

To state it plainly, the man is well fucking endowed. He’s slightly longer than Jungkook, although if memory serves correctly, not as thick as him. Comparisons aside, his dick is genuinely mouth watering and all of your emotions are instantly superseded by the innate desire to taste him. 

“Like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you say with a slow nod.

His cock is achingly hard and twitches in his hand as he strokes himself without breaking eye contact with you. Your tongue slowly traces your lips as you imagine how he’ll taste, the bead of precum forming on his head practically calling your name. Seeing him in all his glory is the perfect reminder of why you begged Jungkook for this so many times. There’s no doubt you’re about to have the time of your life being sandwiched between them all night.

Your warm hand replaces his own as you begin languidly stroking him and running your thumb across his slit to gather the precum and work it down his shaft. He groans as his head lulls, giving you the sexiest view of his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. 

“You’re so big,” you tell him aimlessly. 

He doesn’t respond, clearly too preoccupied with relishing the feeling of your small hand wrapping around his thick cock. 

Meanwhile, Jungkook is still fervently licking your pussy like rent is due tomorrow. His hands remain on your hips after creeping upwards from your thighs and he uses the leverage to move your cunt back and forth across his face, causing his big nose to catch on your clit and effectively nullify your senses. 

Despite the debilitating pleasure you're receiving, you focus on the man before you and bend over to lick his cockhead, making Namjoon instinctively clutch your hair. You dutifully swipe your tongue across his velvet skin to get acquired with his masculine taste. When you tease him by circling the sensitive ridge of his head with just the tip of your tongue before flattening the muscle once you reach his tip, Namjoon forcefully groans. 

“Fuck, baby,” he curses under his breath. 

His reaction encourages you to finally take him between your wet lips, suckling on his head as your hand continues working him in smooth strokes. 

“You’re so sexy, Joonie,” you mewl after leaving the pretty tip of his cock covered in drool. 

“Keep putting your mouth on me then,” he chuckles. 

Namjoon’s always been peaceful and practical, but you can hear the sharp edge in his tone born from your teasing. 

Following his orders, you fully wrap your lips around him and bob your head with your tongue out to soak the remaining length of his cock. Your hand falls away and joins your other on the mattress to keep yourself steady. You swallow his dick inch by inch as you bring him deeper into your mouth with each glide. Your actions turn him noisy above you, endlessly whining and groaning as his fingers tug on the hair caught between them.

Jungkook’s just as loud as he lazily drinks your essence and moans into your cunt. He’s going slower than normal so he can prolong your pleasure while you take care of his friend, but the andante rhythm of his mouth doesn’t make his movements any less punishing. His tongue is constantly alternating between long sweeps of your pussy from bottom to top and tauntingly circling your clit. 

“Holy fuck,” Namjoon breathes. “So fucking good, baby.”

His nonsensical praises are totally understandable, since you’re using all the tricks in the book to energetically suck him off. Your tongue makes loops around his cock every time you move your head closer to his pubic bone. When you pull back, you press the muscle firmly along the underside of his shaft and flick it against his tip before doing it all over again. It takes a decent amount of time to fully sheath him in your throat due to his size, but once your nose is buried in his pubic hair, you hold the position so he can savor the feeling. He certainly seems appreciative, given that he practically growls like a wild animal and yanks on your hair. 

The next time you descend and his tip sinks deep into your throat, you swallow so he can feel the way your muscles constrict around his dick. That nearly makes him lose his marbles, his nails harshly scratching at your scalp as you blow his mind along with his cock. 

“Mother of God, Y/N.”

A giggle escapes as you take a momentary reprieve and flatten your tongue on his head, lapping up the precum pooling over his slit. 

“Told you,” Jungkook proudly states from beneath you. “She got you close yet, Joon?”

His voice is partially muffled by your thighs around his head, but his friend still hears the question. 

“Fuck yes, about to blow any second,” Namjoon breathlessly replies. 

It’s quite obvious he’s telling the truth by the way his cock deliciously throbs inside your mouth. Upon hearing his answer, you suction your lips around him and vigorously bob your head to finish him off. Your fingers even join the fray to fondle his heavy sack that’s full of all the cum you’re about to swallow. 

Jungkook kicks his own motions into high gear so you two come simultaneously, forcing your cunt down on his mouth and spitting into your folds so he can wreak havoc on your hole. 

His unexpected ministrations make you yelp and Namjoon gasps in response to the vibrations around his cock. You continuously moan as you work upon realizing the effect on him, and within seconds his balls tighten in your hand and you sink down completely so his cum shoots straight down your throat. 

“Oh shit,” he grunts.

Tasting his warm seed before it pants your esophagus white is downright sinful, but feels oh so good. It’s been far too long since you’ve had the pleasure of breaking a man off and letting him empty his balls in your mouth. 

The movements of your mouth never cease while swallowing every drop he provides, allowing your tongue to collect the essence that spreads along his shaft. Although you’re focusing on Namjoon, Jungkook is dangerously close to bringing you an orgasm by rapidly fucking his tongue into your pussy. 

When you do come, your sharp cries force Namjoon’s cock from your mouth as your body shakes with the unbelievable strength of your second orgasm. 

“Ah, Jungkook!”

Namjoon’s hand is still in your hair and he attentively combs through the strands as pleasurable tears prick your eyes. Jungkook is groaning underneath you as he eats the cum spilling from your pussy and soaking his face. He doesn’t stop tormenting your sensitive folds until you finally roll off him and collapse on the bed. 

All three of you are erratically panting from the intense pleasure and effort. 

You clock the massive tent in Jungkook’s slacks and immediately feel the urge to satiate him before you’ve even caught your breath. 

“Jungkook, strip.” He subconsciously nods and starts unbuttoning his shirt to remove it from his torso. His slacks and boxers come off in one go, revealing the familiar sight of his gorgeous cock to you. It takes every ounce of your strength to resist moaning out loud. “Namjoon, have you ever been to Paris?” 

Your other companion is still delirious from his overwhelming climax and your doe-eyed, curious expression doesn’t aid him in the slightest, but he shakes his head as an answer nonetheless. 

Upon seeing his response, you maneuver to all fours with your ass facing him and your head towards Jungkook. Your ex is standing beside the bed and watching you like a hawk as you get into position. 

“You sure about this, doesn’t your jaw hurt?” Jungkook questions. 

“C’mon, Jungkook, you know how much I love the pain,” you respond. 

His only reaction is an irritatingly sexy, smug grin as he comes to stand right in front of you, his hard cock standing at attention only an inch away from your awaiting lips. 

“I get to fuck you?” Namjoon asks from behind you. 

His hands are traversing your waist, hips, and thighs and when he flips your dress up to reveal your bare ass and soaking pussy, he hums delightfully. 

“Of course you do,” you respond, seductively looking over your shoulder at him. “You better do it right, Joonie, or we’re gonna have a problem.”

He clicks his tongue. 

“You don’t need to worry about that, baby.”

Returning your attention to Jungkook, your eyes travel from his v-line up his sculpted torso, but before they reach his face, an unfamiliar artwork catches your attention. 

“Did you… did you get a new tattoo?” 

Jungkook glances towards his right shoulder where the new, colorful ink is etched into his skin. The shoulder piece partially covers his old tattoo and stretches across his collarbone. You can’t help but gawk at the pretty art on his honey skin, honestly shocked that he finally added to his sleeve.

“You like it?” 

He looks far too cocky about your reaction for your taste, but you do in fact like it. You’ve told him many times just how hot a tattoo in that location would look, and it seems he took your advice long after you were gone.

“Ye — yeah,” you answer. 

The confident expression only grows when you unfortunately fail at responding like a normal human, far too distracted by the ink to think properly. 

Rather than teasing you as usual, Jungkook gently pets your hair before resting his hand on your jaw. He uses the controlling grip to pull your face closer to his cock and you automatically push your tongue out to lick the precum off the tip. Jungkook smiles at your instinctual reaction, as if pleasuring him is something written in your DNA.

“Why don’t you show me just how much you like it?” 

His tone is dripping with desire to the point his voice shakes, his eagerness to have your lips around him evident in his phrasing. 

You obediently press your tongue to his skin again, this time leisurely dragging the muscle along his head. The hand on your jaw rescinds to your hair and pulls the strands away from your face so he can see you kitten licking his cock.

“Good girl,” he praises, his eyes never once leaving your face.

Meanwhile, Namjoon begins running his dick through your folds, lubricating himself with your cum so he can slide into your pussy with ease. 

“Go on, Joon,” Jungkook instructs. “Let’s fuck her dumb on both ends, shall we?”

When Namjoon pushes in without another word, the feeling of his tip pressing into your hole makes you keen and desperately grip the sheets beneath your fingers. 

“Would you like that, baby?” Namjoon asks to patronize you. “Do you want us to stretch your holes with our big cocks?’

When you only nod in response, Jungkook tugs on your hair in retaliation. 

“Yes,” you whimper. “Please, ruin me.”

Namjoon enters you one inch at a time so you feel every ridge and curve as he descends into your pussy. You’re still licking Jungkook’s head and shaft, sufficiently coating his cock in saliva before taking him between your lips, but it’s nearly impossible to focus on the man in front when the one behind you is using his dick to spear you. An enthusiastic moan breaches the air once he’s fully inside you, and the men share a demeaning laugh at your current predicament. 

It’s honestly nasty how much you crave the feeling of them stuffing you. 

As soon as Namjoon pulls back for the first time, you suck Jungkook’s cock into your mouth. They both pornagraphically moan because of the pleasure your cunt and mouth simultaneously provide them. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” Namjoon grits through his teeth. 

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook whines.

Namjoon takes control via a fierce grasp on your hips, giving him the ideal leverage to thrust into you. Similarly, Jungkook clutches your hair like reins between his fingers in preparation for you deepthroating his cock.

The initial stroke into your pussy sends you forward until you’re swallowing about half of Jungkook’s cock, forcing an erotic gasp from him. Namjoon’s movements create the perfect bobbing motion for your head, making this eiffel tower position somewhat easier than merely sucking dick. The strength of his thrusts allows you to take more of Jungkook into your mouth with each one, so your only job becomes keeping your tongue out and tightening your lips around him, occasionally moaning, gagging, or swallowing when he tickles your throat.

“She’s a fucking dream, isn’t she?” Jungkook says with strained vocal chords.

“That’s a fucking understatement,” Namjoon instantly replies.

The feeling of Namjoon fucking you is obviously foreign, but earth shattering nonetheless. He magically knows the perfect angle for his cock to consistently hit your g-spot, driving himself deep inside you while maintaining a steady pace to prevent from hindering your work. The push and pull of his hips creates mind blowing friction and stimulation as the thick veins running along his shaft rub against your inner walls.

He’s certainly fulfilling his promise as he effortlessly rearranges your guts, his dick reaching parts of you long forgotten prior to this.

You’re clearly excelling, too, because Jungkook is incoherently cursing and panting like a dog above you. Namjoon’s diligence from behind means your sole focus can remain on the actions of your mouth, lips, and tongue. Despite your familiarity with sucking Jungkook’s cock, there’s still an adjustment period due to his size, but once his tip meets your esophagus, you purposely gag around him, allowing your drool to coat his skin. 

Jungkook’s got quite the ego, which you’ve always found unbelievably sexy, and seeing your lips stretched to the limit while you willingly choke on his cock is hands down his favorite sight in the world. 

“Fuck, no one sucks my cock like you do,” he claims. “God fucking damn.”

Although he’s complimenting you, his statement makes your eyebrows pinch together. You’re unsure if he means it rhetorically or if he’s actually comparing your skills to someone else, namely someone he may have been with in the last year. The thought makes your heart sink into your stomach, but you shove the anguish away so you can continue focusing on this moment.

“God, your pussy is fucking insane, baby,” Namjoon states.

You’d thank him if it wasn’t for the large cock in your mouth.

Alas, you’re slightly preoccupied with being penetrated on both ends like a pig on a spit, not that you mind, since the incredible sensation is driving you hog wild, anyway. 

Namjoon’s length fills you up entirely and your pussy reacts by tightening around him everytime he pistons into you. Meanwhile, Jungkook is positively abusing your throat, the saliva pooling in the corners of your mouth dripping down his balls and turning them shiny. If you could lift a hand without falling over, you’d massage them so he’ll spill his seed faster. 

Although, that ends up being unnecessary, because Jungkook nearly chokes when you suction your lips around him while he’s stuffed in your mouth.

“Can I paint your face, beautiful?” He desperately asks.

Nodding as you peer up with siren eyes, you maneuver your tongue in circles around his shaft to send him reeling. 

Jungkook removes himself from your warmth and fists his cock until spurts of hot cum begin shooting from his tip. You open your mouth wide and close your eyes, giving him full control over the picture of sin he’s going to draw on your face with his semen. His cum mostly lands in your mouth, which you joyfully swallow, while the rest covers your cheeks and chin in a creamy, white liquid. 

“Ah fuck, that’s right. Take it all, gorgeous,” Jungkook gasps.

After he firmly squeezes the head of his cock to ensure he’s given you every last drop, he bends over to kiss you, holding your face with both hands as his cum smears across his own face. 

Namjoon doesn’t stop his deep strokes into your cunt, causing you and Jungkook to moan into one another’s mouths as his actions force your faces closer to the beat of his dick entering you. 

“Jungkook,” you whisper once he pulls away. 

“So good… always so good for me.”

He licks a glob of warm seed from your cheek, giving you multiple chaste kisses afterwards as his friend begins to slow his assault on your pussy. You whine when Namjoon’s cock leaves you empty, but he placates you by spanking your ass and then massaging over the reddened skin. 

“You could’ve come in me, Joonie,” you tell him.

Jungkook continues kissing and licking your skin to wash away the remnants of his pleasure. 

“Shit, no I couldn’t. I wanted to, believe me, but I’m still empty from you sucking my fucking soul outta me earlier.” You chuckle proudly at the same time Jungkook stands to his full height. “Kook, why don’t you fuck her while I watch? Let me ramp back up.”

“That alright with you or do you need a break?” Jungkook asks as he tucks your sweaty hair behind your ear.

“Have I ever needed a break, Jungkook?”

Your reply makes him smirk in satisfaction.

“C’mere, then,” he whispers while leaning down to kiss you again, sending you both tumbling backwards as he hovers above you.

His hands rake across your thighs until they catch your dress so he can pull it over your head, forcing your lips apart for a mere second before they collide again. With you now naked beneath him, Jungkook touches you everywhere he possibly can, letting his fingers map your outline as if he doesn’t already have you memorized ten times over.

“No bra?”

He eagerly kisses across your jaw and down your neck, one hand stopping the excursion to hold your head still so he can suck on your sensitive skin before licking over the mark he leaves. 

“You know me,” you breathe.

“Yeah, I do,” he whispers into your skin and then takes a possessive bite with his canines. 

In one smooth motion, you wrap your thighs around his hips and flip him so you can rest your bare cunt over his length. He makes a surprised noise at the momentary act of dominance, an adorable laugh coming from his lungs as he affectionately holds your hips. Scraping his toned pecs with your nails, you admire the vision of him beneath you and absentmindedly trace his new tattoo with your pointer finger. 

“You wanna ride me, beautiful?” He asks with a squeeze of his digits into your sides. When you nod, he smiles graciously and leans up to kiss your collarbones. “Say it.”

“I wanna ride you, Jungkook.” Your nails create thin, red marks in his skin so you can hear him moan. “I need to feel your big cock filling me up.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans.

Jungkook brings you to your knees while your hand slithers between your bodies to stroke him until he’s fully erect and twitching in your palm. When you sit on his thighs and he penetrates you again after what feels like an eternity, your head falls back in irrevocable ecstasy. He takes on a similar pose, his head pressing into the pillows surrounding him as his fingers leave brutal indents on your hips.

“Oh, God,” you whimper.

The recognizable sensation is otherworldly and every nerve ending in your body seems to come alive at the feeling of Jungkook coming home. His dick is white-hot and pulsing within you and it’s impossible for your senses to comprehend anything but him and his cock. You’re not certain you even want to move from this position, perhaps you’ll just remain still and cockwarm him while appreciating everything you lost. 

Jungkook clearly has other ideas, because he uses his leverage to start bouncing you up and down, letting everything but his tip leave your walls before forcing his entire cock into you again at the perfect pace.

“Shit, you feel s’fucking good,” he tells you. 

You only manage a broken whine in response because his engorged head is consistently kissing your g-spot while your clit grinds against his pelvis. 

Namjoon is staring at the erotic scene from the chair beside the bed, obviously mesmerized by your tits bouncing in time with your hips. You momentarily catch his eye, winking at him as he licks his lips and slowly strokes himself, but your attention is stolen when Jungkook pulls you down for a breathtaking kiss.

Twin moans tangle in the air around your faces as Jungkook seamlessly slips his tongue into your mouth and you grab his face so you can continue messily devouring each other without restraint. 

“I imagined this so many fucking times,” Jungkook confesses.

In an act of complete betrayal to your consciousness, you reply without missing a beat.

“Me, too.”

He forces your lips apart to fill your mouth with his tongue, allowing the muscle to sloppily explore and dance with your own. His teeth sink into your swollen lower lip and you whimper, causing Jungkook to possessively swallow the noise as he returns to kissing you. 

Meanwhile, you steal control and force Jungkook into the backseat, fucking yourself on his big cock and riding him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Jungkook growls in response and his hands crawl up your spine until he’s able to grasp your hair between his fingers. As you speed up and force your thighs down harder, his dick expands your hole and creates harsh friction along your gummy walls. Each time your pubic bones meet, the fullness he provides steals your breath away. Although you’re honestly too busy kissing him to bring oxygen into your lungs, anyway. 

When you finally do inhale, purely for your own survival, Jungkook seizes the opportunity to greedily kiss across your tits, coating your flesh in his shiny saliva. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mumbles into your skin before taking a nipple into his mouth.

His teeth scratch the pebbled skin to make you whimper before flicking his tongue a couple times, giving the same treatment to your other boob, only with his fingers. He suckles the nub with a satisfied groan while you attempt to maintain your rhythm, which isn’t easy when your brain is short circuiting. 

“Jun – Jungkook, holy shit, you’re so fucking big.” you nonsensically praise him.  

You feel the vibrations from his happy chuckle against your other breast now that he’s switched sides to smear more spit on you.  

The energetic cadence is making your legs go numb, but you can’t imagine stopping even with the ache in your thighs. This moment is far too heavenly, and you’ll willingly lose all feeling in your limbs before letting it go. Thankfully, Jungkook can tell by your faltering hips that you need assistance, so he plants his feet and fucks up into your cunt like a madman.

“Oh, my God!” You screech.

Holding onto his chest in desperation, you involuntarily give him full control because there’s no way you can match his monstrous pace. He’s sending his cock so deep inside you that you worry about the survival of your guts. He fills you up and fucks you so good it feels like you’re choking on him despite his length being far from your throat. 

“Come for me, gorgeous,” he begs. “Please, I’ve been dreaming about feeling you squeeze my cock again.”

“I’m so close.”

Jungkook uses your confirmation as fuel to shift into overdrive on your already battered pussy, utilizing all his energy to bring you the most euphoric high. Your third orgasm of the night takes the fucking cake, a shrill scream coming from you as you soak his dick with cum. He animalistically growls at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him like a vice, the pulsing of your walls sending his eyes into his skull.

You collapse on his chest, panting and whining as the aftershocks course through you. He slows the thrusting of his hips, but doesn’t stop completely so he can still gently fuck you through the high. 

“Feel good?”

All you can do is nod against his sweaty skin, far too deep into subspace to verbally reply. 

“Want you to come, too,” you whisper while looking up at him.

He smiles down at you and plays with your hair where it rests on his collarbone.

“I will, beautiful, just not yet,” he softly replies.

The two of you separate your sticky bodies and turn to Namjoon, who looks supremely satisfied with your passionate display. 

Once your eyes are on him, he removes his shirt to join his pants on the floor, revealing his chiseled torso. It’s borderline unfair that these two absolute specimens wound up as best friends. Although, you suppose that’s true for everyone other than you, since you’re currently reaping the benefits of their friendship.  

“What’s next?” He questions while standing and moving towards the bed.

“I believe that’s up to the lady.”

“Well, I have two holes for a reason,” you respond automatically.

The sensual gleam in their eyes when they smirk at each other lights a fire in your belly. 

“Who do you want where?” Jungkook asks.

You stand to examine the large mattress while pondering his question, looking between the two men as you imagine the different possibilities. Without another word, you grab Namjoon by the arm and guide him to lay on his back in the center of the bed. Jungkook stands without being told, curiously watching you complete the mental puzzle. You catch his gaze over your shoulder with a smirk of your own when you come to your final conclusion.

“I’ll ride Joonie while you fuck my ass,” you nonchalantly answer like it isn’t the filthiest thing to ever leave your mouth. 

You and Jungkook have had anal sex a couple dozen times over the years, so it seems reasonable for him to take that position rather than introduce someone new to your tight hole.

Namjoon laughs cheerfully from his place on the bed, tucking his hands behind his head with a content smile.

“That sounds fucking perfect to me.” He nods towards Jungkook. “You good with that?”

Jungkook clicks his tongue while tilting his head.

“What was it you said earlier?” He points to you. “What a stupid fucking question?” 

Namjoon rolls his eyes at the sarcastic response, but they share a laugh, anyway.

The air is still with heavy anticipation before the three of you begin maneuvering into the right positions. Jungkook steadies you by holding your waist as you straddle Namjoon’s hips, following closely behind and planting his knees on either side of his friend’s thighs. His hand massages your shoulders and spine as you spit on Namjoon’s cock and stroke him into the perfect seat for you. The older man groans when he feels your hand working him again, but the sound becomes a gasp as you slowly sink down and bring his thick length into your pussy.

“Ah, shit,” he curses. 

His hands find your hips as his eyes focus on the spot where your bodies connect. 

“That feel good, Joonie?” 

You bat your eyelashes at him in total faux innocence.

“Oh, baby, you’ve got no fucking clue. You’re so fucking wet and tight that you could drive a man crazy with this cunt,” he answers. 

“She has,” Jungkook notes.

A deep blush paints across your chest, neck, and cheeks at their compliments. 

When your hips instinctively rise, Jungkook squeezes your shoulder in protest.

“Don’t move yet,” he instructs behind you. 

He bends your upper body towards Namjoon with a hand between your shoulder blades, giving him access to your asshole. You hear him spit before his wet thumb meets your rim as he works your puckered hole open. The feeling of him playing with you while Namjoon’s cock throbs inside your pussy is catastrophic, and Jungkook only furthers your torment by opening his palm in front of your mouth.

“Spit.”

When you immediately comply, his chest rumbles with laughter against your back before you hear the sound of him lubricating his cock with your saliva. After he fucks his fist a couple times, his soaked tip replaces his digit and gently nudges your hole.

“I’m alright,” you assure him when he doesn’t push in. 

There’s a tender kiss placed on your shoulder as Jungkook moves his hips forward and you feel the unmistakable stretch of him entering your ass. The penetration feels significantly tighter than times prior, partially because it’s been a while, but mostly because your pussy is already full from Namjoon. Their dicks are buried inside your holes with only a thin wall of muscles between them, creating an immense pressure in your core that is inexplicably greater than any sensation you’ve felt in the past. 

You feel outrageously stuffed by the two large cocks and there’s been no movement yet, so you can only imagine how tantalizing it will feel when they tandemly fuck you open. 

“Goddamn.” Jungkook’s forehead meets your shoulder as he takes deep breaths. If the feeling is this tight for you, it must be unbelievable for them. “This is fucking incredible.”

“You’re telling me,” Namjoon replies from beneath you. 

Jungkook’s sweaty chest is pressing on your back while you’re leaning over Namjoon and vehemently gripping his pecs. In fact, you’re in the perfect position for him to have ideal access to your breasts as they swing just above his chin. 

“Everyone ready?” Namjoon nods assuredly as you maintain eye contact with him. You check with Jungkook over your shoulder and he gives you the same response. “Well, please don’t break me, I guess.”

The mischievous laughter surrounding you leads you to believe they will not be heeding said warning. 

“On three?” Jungkook asks.

“One… two… three,” Namjoon counts as your nervous system drowns in anticipation. 

They move seamlessly and simultaneously; Namjoon lifts your hips while Jungkook rears away from your ass, leaving only the head of their cocks inside you before they push in together. You scream so loud you worry the entire floor will hear, and Jungkook must agree because his hand clasps over your mouth to muffle the bloodcurdling noise. 

Hot tears of pleasure are already rolling down your cheeks as they harmoniously leave you empty only to return again at a devilish pace. The two of them have impeccable teamwork, their cocks nearly working as one to fuck you stupid. It’s incomparable to anything you’ve ever experienced before, the double penetration sending your entire being into an abyss of ecstasy. 

Jungkook’s free hand wraps around your waist to hold you against him as he watches your asshole stretch around his length. Namjoon continues moving your hips for you to bring him deep inside your pussy with each bounce. It seems your sole responsibility is to merely take the sensual abuse of your holes while screaming and crying into Jungkook’s palm. 

“Jesus, this feels fucking phenominal,” Namjoon moans.

Jungkook doesn’t verbally concur, but you feel him nod in agreement behind you. His grunts of pleasure are happening right against your ear and the sound is pure, sinful music to your ears. 

You think your muted screams do a sufficient job at capturing the sensation of their cocks pistoning into you together, but if you attempt to use words, the only comparison would be drowning and burning at the same time. Jungkook’s presence in your ass lights your entire system ablaze, each pulse sending ripple upon ripple of fire through you. While Namjoon continuously hitting your cervix with his cock brings tsunami size waves crashing over you. Their bodies feel like two halves of a whole, the jaw dropping motions complimenting each other as though they were meant to be experienced as one. 

Namjoon begins kissing your breasts and even relinquishes his hold on your hips to play with the fatty flesh, bringing stimulation to every erogenous zone at once. 

“Joon, can you feel me the way I can feel you?”

“Mmhm.” 

His reply is quiet due to his face being stuffed between your tits. 

“Fuck, I’m losing my mind,” Jungkook notes.

You certainly understand the sentiment. It feels as though their cocks are right up against each other inside you, so you imagine the sensation is mutual even though they’re in separate spaces. Their minds seem to sync up as well, because they amp up their speed and force at the same moment, causing you to accidentally bite down on Jungkook’s hand due to the sheer intensity of the change. 

He hisses in response, his hand venturing down to wrap around your throat instead. His fingers apply light pressure to the sides of your neck and he eventually starts kissing the skin just above his hand. The gentle affection of his lips in comparison to his dick splitting you apart makes your head spin. You reach back to hold his head in place, lacing your fingers into his soft hair and pulling on the strands until he groans into your skin, meaning the hand still resting on Namjoon is the only thing keeping you upright.

Namjoon is kissing and sucking on your boobs while Jungkook continues caressing your neck with his mouth. Couple that with the large hand choking you and the two cocks inside you and you’re heading straight for the milky way.

“You two… oh… holy fuck…” 

It would be inconceivable to produce a full sentence at the moment, and the weak, stuttering curses you manage are practically incoherent. 

Jungkook laughs into your skin, leaving you with a final peck. 

“Yeah? It feels that good, beautiful?”

You have no clue how he can speak clearly when all his energy is being utilized by his hips ramming into your ass. 

“Yes,” you meekly answer.

His lips come to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his tongue licks along your earlobe.

“This tight little hole is still mine, isn’t it? Your pussy, too. Bet no one’s touched you like I have,” he whispers. A mindless nod is all you grant him, but his grip around your throat tightens when you don’t answer him. “I want you to tell me yourself.”

“No one,” you gasp. The hand in his hair returns to Namjoon’s chest so you can steady yourself. “I haven’t let anyone touch me since you, Jungkook.”

A satisfied growl vibrates against your ear.

“More.”

“My pussy, my ass, my whole body is yours,” you state, despite your best interest. “It has always been.”

“And always will be?”

At the same time he speaks, he demonically thrusts into your ass and you cry out as your head falls to his shoulder. 

“Yes, yes, yes, always!”

“There’s my girl,” he affirms with a sharp bite to your cartilage. 

Namjoon is still tweaking your nipples either with his hands or mouth, alternating every couple minutes to give them equal attention. He laps at them with his moist tongue before going in slow circles and scraping his teeth over the skin, effectively making your nipples oversensitive, which only heightens the pleasure you feel as he plays with them. His mouth is comfortingly warm and you adore the feeling of him licking across your tits as he fucks you. 

The twitching cocks you feel in both your pussy and ass is evidence enough that the two men are close to finishing, their heavy balls slapping against your skin in time with their thrusts providing further proof. Your own climax is peering just around the corner and you start fucking yourself on their shafts at the same cadance as them to bring your end closer.

All three of your voices fill the space with nonsensical moans as your orgasms race towards the finish line together. 

“Can I come inside you, baby?” Namjoon asks. 

His dick feels so perfect within your cunt that you can’t imagine telling him no and not allowing him to paint your insides white.

“Please,” you answer.

You want Jungkook to blow his load inside you, too, hoping he’ll fill your ass up so much it drips out and soaks your thighs in his seed. 

“Shit, you ready to make a fucking mess of her, Joon?” Jungkook asks across staccato grunts.

“Never been more ready in my goddamn life.”

Jungkook reaches around to play with your clit after Namjoon’s confirmation so you all come at once and it only takes another minute of your bodies working in tandem for the three of you to reach an unexplainable high together. 

“Jesus, fuck –” Namjoon chokes.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jungkook gasps. 

It’s astonishing to think you could feel any more full, but once the seed spills from their cocks into your respective holes, you truly believe they’ll rip you apart right down the middle. 

Namjoon is fucking his cum into your pussy with deep, deliberate strokes and sending his semen so far into your womb you feel thankful for birth control. Similarly, Jungkook continues forcing his hot seed into your ass even once it begins leaking out and drenching his dick. 

“Oh, oh fuck,” you whine as your own orgasm makes your cunt pulse around them. 

It’s easily the messiest thing you’ve ever experienced, with the fusion of all three essences endlessly spilling out and pooling in your conjoined laps. 

“Damn,” Jungkook curses while falling limp against your back.

You’re all breathless by the time their movements cease. Your body is keeping their softening cocks warm during the come down and you wonder what being empty will feel like after being stretched so wide.

“Fucking insane,” Namjoon comments, making you and Jungkook chuckle weakly.

Jungkook is the first to move and even though he carefully pulls out, more of his cum drips from your ass and soils the sheets. Once he’s free from the dogpile, you gradually move to a kneeling position before flopping onto the mattress beside Namjoon while Jungkook occupies his opposite side. 

“I gotta thank whoever leaked gas in this fucking hotel,” Jungkook states. 

“I’ll be right there with you,” Namjoon adds. 

You're positive you would laugh at their comments if you weren't the most tired you've ever been in your life.

“C’mon, let’s get you into something comfortable,” Jungkook announces.

After four orgasms and both your holes being jackhammered open, you don’t know if anything but a nice, warm bath will bring you comfort. Although, Jungkook bringing a large shirt over your head and pulling your hair out from where it’s trapped beneath the hem is definitely close. 

“Thank you,” you murmur as your head falls forward until it meets his abdomen. 

His fingers gently comb through your hair and your eyes shut with a content hum, the familiar, soothing motions nearly putting you to sleep. You feel the bed dip when Namjoon stands and the sudden movement makes you pull back and survey your surroundings.

“Are you okay?” 

You meet his concerned gaze and nod.

“I’m fine, Jungkook, just still coming back to earth,” you explain. 

“Let me clean you up,” he says.

You don't reject his assistance even though you absolutely should. Instead, you lay back again and appreciate the feeling of Jungkook delicately cleaning up between your legs and down your thighs.

There's movement going on behind your eyelids, and you figure it's because Namjoon is setting up the pull out bed, which you hear him lay down on with a groan afterwards.

“As long as you’re okay with it, we can share the bed,” Jungkook offers.

You’re too tired to worry about the implications of sleeping in the same bed together. So, you nod and reach your arms up, letting him pull you up bridal style so he can tuck you in before joining you a fair amount away, which you appreciate given the circumstances.

Sleep welcomes you into her embrace before you even have the chance to overthink anything.

Their voices pull you from slumber some hours later and your eyes struggle to open as light shines in through the large windows.

If the original prediction of twenty four hours is still correct, you must have at least another twelve to go based on the sun’s position in the sky. 

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Namjoon says when he notices you’re awake. 

“Hi,” you croak. All your screaming and moaning from the night prior clearly took a toll on you. “How are you guys doing?”

“Us?” Jungkook laughs.

You involuntarily smile at the sound of his happiness. 

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk, to be honest,” you respond. 

To prove your point, you attempt to stand and the ache between your legs nearly sends you toppling backwards into the mattress. Both men giggle at your baby deer stance and you shoot them a menacing glare.

“Need help?” Jungkook asks with a sly grin. 

It would be far too embarrassing to accept, so you just take small, measured steps to the bathroom to freshen up. Jungkook lets you borrow a pair of sweatpants and the three of you eat from the mini fridge as a pseudo breakfast before chatting about current events and pop culture as the hours steadily tick by. 

As it turns out, the lockdown does end early, with the total time being about eighteen hours. It leaves you with plenty of time to get ready for the rehearsal dinner tonight, which Hoseok confirms is still happening via a Facebook post.

Jungkook offers to walk you back and even though your room is only ten doors down, you say yes without much deliberation. He also refuses to accept his clothes and orders you only return them once they've been washed, his obvious attempt at ensuring you see each other again after the wedding.

You thank Namjoon for his services and he reciprocates the gratitude before you and Jungkook leave side by side. The short walk happens in comfortable silence and when your hands accidentally brush, you don’t question Jungkook’s actions as he catches your hand and laces his fingers with yours. 

Once you reach the hotel room, you drop his hand and turn to say goodbye, but Jungkook beats you to the punch.

“Are you gonna save a dance for me tomorrow?” He asks with a saccharine grin.

The eye roll is instantaneous.

“I’ll think about it,” you respond. 

Before you’re able to key inside, Jungkook grabs your face and kisses you with enough force to push you into the wooden door. Your surprised screech turns into a soft moan as you allow his tongue to dance with yours in your mouth. Your hands subconsciously rise to hold his jaw as you shamelessly makeout in the hallway, neither of you caring about the possibility of other guests seeing you.

Jungkook is chasing your mouth like he could do it forever and you have zero complaints, feeling nothing but content as your lips move in lackadaisical circles together. His thumbs caress your cheekbones as you kiss and with your eyes closed, you can almost imagine you’re back home in your shared apartment. 

When your mind finally catches up to reality, you pull back and push at his shoulder to create some space between your heads.

“What was that?”

Your ex's looks the happiest you've seen him all weekend.

“Just wanted to give you something to think about,” he replies. 

Your eyes roll again, but this time there’s affection for the man before you written all over your face. You tap your keycard to open the door and slip inside without another word, but turn around at the last minute with a smile.

“See you later, Googie.”

“Bye,” Jungkook waves. 

It’s only once the lock clicks that Jungkook realizes what you called him, and as soon as he does, he pumps his fist in a silent victory cheer. He starts laughing to himself like a total maniac outside your door and he even does a heel-click jump out of pure excitement while walking back to his room.

You don’t witness any of his celebrations, but the sentiment is shared between you nonetheless. 

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Part 2, titled Harmonious Agreement, coming soon...

[onyxluvjiro]

Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for Jean loo

seeing this immediately after i got hate with him 😭😭 i messed up once and he HATES me 😭

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nsfw below the cut!

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- i love his annoying ass self, so under the assumption that you’re in a relationship he’s definitely less INTENSE about the whole rapping stuff now that you’ve won his heart

- his fav pda is you sitting on his lap or his hand in your back pocket

- he’s def more of the showing off type of guy, like “yeah this is my partner and i’m in charge” but in private he’s your baby

- says he likes personality the most but is an ass guy (cannon)

- whiny as FUCK, still annoying about almost everything

- can’t cook at all, like he’d burn water somehow

- he is that one meme of the girl helping a guy take a shot and he looks up at her with those wide eyes… yeah that’s him

- drunk him is clingy, hands on you at all times, his face buried in your side as he whines about how much he loves you and misses you

- two seconds later he’s on the table with a mic screaming karaoke

- sober him will regret it but he tells you how much he does love his bathroom friends (amir, johnny splash, tyrell etc) but not as much as he loves you

- big spoon but please surprise him and make him be the little spoon, he will sleep better than he’s ever slept

- Loves to rest his head in your lap, let you play with his hair, or while watching a show he holds your hand with his head in your lap

- doesn’t do fancy dates … sorry… but he will take you out and pay everything

- would also pay for your parents/guardians meals in secret if you all ever went out

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NSFW!!

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- whiny also in the bedroom, he’s yours to toy and play with

- fav kink is edging, praise and degradation, not so much into piss as everyone else thinks

- sit ! on ! his ! face !

- please please sit on his face, no matter what anatomy you have, he would gladly suffocate if it means you ride his face for hours at a time

- for amab people !! please please choke him on your cock, he needs it so so badly. Hold his head there and watch the tears build up, his throat trying to close around the intrusion, but he looks sooo good like this

- such a pretty crier too, his cute flushed and freckled cheeks stained with his tears

- for afab people !! tie him up and ride him reverse cowgirl and make him cum so many times, by the second orgasm he’s crying, begging you to untie him so he can grab your ass

- fav positions would be, reverse cowgirl, doggy, mating press

- please work him up to the idea of you topping him cause oh my fucking god, him as a bottom is the whiniest baby ever

- will be bratty at first but once you have him on his knees, fucking his throat with your cock/strap on, he’s all melted

- you put him the way he likes to see you, ass up as he’s fucked dumb with your cock/strap bullying his prostate

- genuinely, the pleasure is so good he gets all crosseyed and whiny

- but before it gets to that point, fuck him in front of a mirror, make him see how much of a mess he is for your cock/strap

—

i need to fuck this man so bad

[triciawritesstuff]

hiii could you write somthing for park hee soon? maybe masked officer with predator prey kink, with bratty!vip’s daughter who needs to be taught a lesson?? orrr a sad/angsty smut for choi mujin, maybe about him always feeling betrayed

Hi! Im actually planning on doing both, so here's the first one, so i hope you like it :3 Do u wanna be tagged for the other one? 🫶

Commanding officer x fem!reader

Warnings: p in v sex, dry humping, creampie, outdoor sex

This is 18+ so pls no minors ty

The grass was warm underneath your feet. Your extortionate red bottom heels had been long discarded in the chase. You knew your father would be furious. Those shoes cost more than what most people would even see during their entire lifetime.

some people have more money than sense, you think.

Your silk dress, hoisted up to your knees, whips behind you in the wind as you run from the clearing into the woods.

He'd be here soon.

You'd already heard them, crackling on the radio. Something about a vip going out of bounds, needing to be brought back. Your plan was in full motion.

It's not your fault that the only real entertainment on this god forsaken island was the handsome commanding officer in charge of keeping everyone in check.

Technically speaking, you've never seen beneath that black obtrusive mask he wears, but you're dead set on him being hot. You can tell just from his posture that he knows it. From the way he speaks to the way he walks, you know it to be true.

A voice calls your name through the forest. It gets closer and closer until the man appears, standing just across from you in the clearing. A gloved hand reaches for his radio, bringing it up to his mask.

"I've found her. Over." Before turning it off with one of the dials on the top.

He takes an assertive step forward. You take one step back.

"Alright. Playtime is over. You've had your fun—" He announces, disinterest clear in his voice.

"Aww– already?" You pout. "But we've just gotten started—"  your hands clenching within your skirt, swaying it back and forth enticingly. "Cant we stay out a bit longer?"

"No. It's not safe out here. If you wanted to leave so badly then you could have spoken to the guards and organised it." His mask hiding all elements sympathy he may or may not be feeling.

"But I've got you to protect me." Your eyes shift to his rifle that's slung around his back. "Dont you wanna have some fun?" You know he can tell what you're suggesting.

You notice how his spine straightens slightly and the clench of his fingers absentmindedly as he processes your words. They are probably clouding his judgement, you imagine.

"I've been told to bring you back—" he pauses. "I'd hate to have to resort to force."

Finally, you were getting somewhere.

"Well— i suppose you'll just have to catch me then."

You feel the giggle bubbling up inside you before quickly taking another step back and bolting away, further into the undergrowth. You can tell he's immediately coming after you, heavy boots on the forest floor and the rattling of a firearm ring in your ears make this clear to you.

Tree branches pull at your dress, scratching your arms and your face, but you persist. The chase continues.

You make it a good distance through the forest before you reach another clearing, hesitating, and seeing which direction to go. Your lungs burn, and you're sure you can feel your heartbeat in every limb of your body.

A force collides into your back, knocking you straight to the ground. Before you can even attempt to get back up, the man is straddling your back and reaching up for your arms. His gloved fingers wrap round your wrists and drag them back to hold them behind your waist.

You kick your legs pathetically, dress riding up your thighs slightly, leaving you vulnerable. The cold air hitting your panties drives you even crazier.

"Fuck—" you struggle out. "I'm not some sort of criminal– let me go." You wriggle against his hold.

"Oh yeah? I thought you wanted to behave like a bad girl." He grits out. Trying to catch his breath. "I'm just treating you like one."

His authoritative voice sends heat straight to your core. You wanted nothing more than for him to just rip off this stupid incompetent dress of yours and fuck you like he means it.

"Fuck—" you gasp out. "Are you gonna punish me?" You push your hips up, pressing your ass against him. You repeat the motion, feeling a hardness growing beneath his suit, now pushing against you.

His breathing becomes heavy, "You're going to get me in trouble." He says between stuttered breaths.

"M'sorry—" you wine out desperately, face embedded into the grass in shame. "Just need it so bad." Your words melting into each other.

He leans back slightly, turning round slightly to rake his eyes up the expanse of your bare legs and your plush thighs. His gaze travels just a bit higher, seeing your exposed underwear. You can feel his eyes upon you, turning you on even more. You spread your legs slightly, encouraging him to look.

"Do the boys back home not fuck you properly?" He tuts out. Shaking his head disapprovingly.

He moves his body further back, thighs now trapping your own. Now, his bulge lies directly against your clothed heat, as he gets comfortable.

He reaches up to lift the firearm from around his strong shoulder blades and chucks it to the side somewhere in the grass next to you.

He continues to pin you down, whilst you grind against him desperately, one hand reaching up to pull his hood down. His jet-black hair is revealed to you. He pulls off his gloves, strong veiny hands trailing upwards to pull down the zipper to his suit. He shoulders it off, and your neck begins to hurt from craning it round so much.

your legs spread to accommodate him, and his thighs rest on top of yours. your knees bend, the heels of your feet pushing him closer towards you. His strong fingers drag down between your shoulder blades and down your spine. before hiking up your dress to round your waist. The warm grass beneath you is soft against your stomach.

A hand now reaches for your soaked underwear, pulling it to the side, exposing your neediness. You feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your tight wet hole, before sliding in easily. You both let out a gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck— it feels so good—" you moan out. "It's so big– i can't take it all—"

"Yes, you can." He speaks through gritted teeth. Pushing in to the hilt. You feel every vein and ridge scraping against your walls deep inside you.

He begins to thrust, leaning forward and pressing his chest against your back. Each time it pushes inside you, it makes you gasp out louder, drawing closer and closer to your release.

"Have I fucked you so dumb you cant speak?" He laughs out. "I think I'm prefer you this way— much more pliant and eager to please."

"Your pussy is so greedy, shes just pulling me back in— is this what you've been acting out for? Are you just pent up?"

His words make you throb around him. You grind backwards onto his dick, meeting his thrusts.

"Fuck— youre tightening around me so well. It's like you're made for this dick." He scoffs. "So warm and wet. I might just have to keep you here, on the island."

"Please—" you stutter out.

"Yeah? Do you like that idea? So i can fuck you like this whenever I please—"

He twitches inside you. He must be close.

"I'll just tell everyone you died. Stumbled off the cliff like some stupid idiot. It's a good cover-up, right?" His condescending tone cutting deep.

He continues to pound into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body begins to shake, and his hips stutter slightly. Your cunt squirts around his dick and you feel hot spurts of cum paint your walls inside you, and the feeling is euphoric.

You both lay there, trying to catch your breath.

"I think we should head back now."

[kannaexe]

ᯓ★ CHERRY BLOSSOM KISSES — p.sh (TEASER)

박셍훈 x f! reader

strangers to lovers, (kind of)photographer! sunghoon, angst, smut, slow burn, mentions of depression, implied self harm, non idol au, reader does not have a good relationship with family, mentions of death, mentions of soul-tie ꩜ unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), protected sex, oral (m and f receiving), crying during sex (reader and hoon), soft dot! sunghoon, sub/dom dynamics, sunghoon is honestly really desperate, lot's of skinship (sexual and non-sexual), hoon is a yearner (constant boner alert), lot's and lot's of kissing, clit stimulation, cream pie, riding, missionary, lots of aftercare, heavy use of petnames (pretty girl, my heart, muse, baby, sweetheart), lots of pussy eating, nipple play. (if there is anything i missed pleaseee let me know)

kiki's note - minors / ageless / blank blogs will be blocked. please have an age listed if you want to interact with this fic!! this is my first ever fic!!! i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do, after literally writing this for months i'm very excited for it to be out. much love my angels!!!

the day began like any other. raindrops dripping down the window of your small apartment, the sound of the dishwasher humming in the kitchen the only thing present in the small space of your studio apartment. 

spring had begun, thank god. it was the only time of year you felt peace, the time of year that felt the most normal. when things were bad, but not horrible. the cherry blossoms on the tree in front of your apartment complex had begun blooming. a reminder that even when things wither away and die, they can still come back, either beautifully or just as ugly as they left. 

it was like that with some things. ugly. 

but as you walked down the street to the cafe you worked at in seoul, things seemed almost normal. normal in the sense that you had the same routine. wake up. go to work. maybe go out for drinks with your friend. go home. repeat. 

the smell of freshly baked cookies and espresso filled your nose as you entered the dimly lit cafe. it was still early in the morning but your boss yeji had her usual smile plastered on her cheeks. “hi! did you get here ok? it’s been raining.” she smiled as she cleaned the espresso machine probably for the second time since she got there. 

you put your bag in the staff room and came back out to help her set up the store for the day. “yeah, didn’t have any issues coming” you said back as you cleaned off a chair. 

you wiped the counter down for the third time, the same circular motion more out of habit than need. the bell above the door chimed, but you didn’t look up. it was still too early–too early for regulars, too early for anything else but the hum of the espresso machine wiring up and the soft kpop yeji playing in the background. 

suddenly the footsteps stopped in front of the counter, “one vanilla latte, please.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

[bbyyuuu]

can we try it, hyung?

MDNI

pairing: lee minho X han jisung.

genre: smut, light fluff.

synopsis: minho always see jisung as innocent goof ball unlike him but, is it really true?

TW: smut, dom minho, sub jisung, face fucking, gagging, slightly rough, dirty talk, degradation-praise, pet names (baby, kitten)mention of sex toys. missing something? lmk if you find it out.

A/n: what did i even write? i'm sorry i was in a rush and i hope it isn't that bad and also as i sad, English isn't my first language, bear with me..anyways enjoy <33 and lmk if there are any silly spelling mistakes, i don't want to embarrass myself even more T_T

also, please give me a feedback and reblog if you like it, it makes me crazily happy and help me build my account and write more :D

don't repost. don't translate. dni - minors, ageless & default blogs

Life with minho is always good to jisung, getting spoiled, showered with attention, and most importantly, sex. Jisung always get shy the moment he sees minho naked, don't blame the poor boy, he is just shy by nature, and lord!! minho's body is perfection, his arms, honey skin, toned abs and chest, and those damn thighs jisung liked to ride until his mind goes blank, anyone would gown down on their knees for him.

Unaware to minho, jisung isn't just a ball of innocence who lets minho take control every time they do it, he himself have few erotic thoughts in his mind dreaming to try them with him, one of them includes face fucking. Yeah, never in their life jisung gave a blow job to minho. why? because minho always stopped him explaining that he couldn't take it and the fact he doesn't want to hurt him. Pfft, that only made jisung more desperate to try it and he ends up practicing it for weeks while watching videos and buying sex toys without minho knowing.

Today is an another day of hell for jisung, he sat on the couch with the screen in front of him playing a Rom-com drama but his attention was on anything other than that, and why? he was aroused. wet for minho. The problem started that morning when minho wrapped his arms around jisung and sucked on his neck leaving a mark before leaving to work. It was just a casual moment for minho expressing his love for his boyfriend, but boy jisung got aroused it.

he squirmed in his seat, trying to find friction to soothe the dirty thoughts running in his mind, the idea of minho finding him like this, wet and dripping just for him, and then face fucking him roughly-

The soft click of the door closing interrupted his filthy thoughts and jisung rose to he feet rushing to the living room to find minho removing his shoes, the dress shirt hugging his body in all the right places and the jeans, Oh my god.

Minho looked up, a sweet smile spreading across his face when his eyes met his boyfriend's. "hello "

"hi.." jisung replied, his tone shy and shaky, the boy took a few steps towards minho and giggled the moment he hugged him.

Jisung soon found himself tucked in minho's arms, a baby blue blanket covering them both, it felt like heaven in minho's arms as if shielding him away from all the problems, but no..not when the problem is minho.

Jisung occasionally squirmed in his seat, rubbing his thighs together, trying hard not to let out the whimpers he was holding in, and of course that didn't went unnoticed my minho. How could he? when his cute boyfriend is suffering in silence?

Minho’s fingers trailed lazily down Jisung’s spine, tracing the curve of his back as he laid on his arms. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across their bodies. Jisung shivered under Minho’s touch, his breath catching softly as those fingers dipped lower, brushing over the swell of his ass.

And minho smirked secretly knowing the effect he have on him. such a devil.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Minho murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the nape of Jisung’s neck, his lips hot against his skin, testing the waters. “Every inch of you drives me crazy.”

Jisung exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He was still getting used to this—Minho’s relentless attention, the way he worshipped his body like it was something sacred. It made him feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way possible. His heart pounded in his chest, anticipation curling low in his stomach and he couldn't hold himself back.

“Minho…” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Minho chuckled softly, already hearing the desperate need in his voice, his breath warm against Jisung’s ear. “What is it, baby?”

Jisung hesitated, biting his lip. He had been thinking about this for weeks, fantasizing about it when Minho wasn’t around. The idea of Minho taking control, of him thrusting into his mouth until he couldn’t breathe—it made his cheeks burn with both embarrassment and desire.

“I…” he started, his voice barely audible. “I wanna try…something.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and charged. Minho smiled, his fingers stilling against Jisung’s skin.

"what is it, baby? tell me.." Minho buried his face in his hair inhaling the soft scent of his boyfriend.

Jisung whined feeling waves of embarrassment flooding to his cheeks, and slowly looked up at him minho, eyes sparkling. "can..you..fuck my mouth?"

Minho froze, he did not expect that, not even in his dreams he thought jisung would speak dirty words all while looking so innocent. Then, slowly, he leaned back, his gaze darkening as he looked down at Jisung, a smirk replacing his shocked face.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung nodded, his face flushing even deeper. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice shaky. “I wanna feel you…in my mouth. I wanna choke on you.”

Minho’s eyes widened, a flicker of something primal passing through them. He reached down, cupping Jisung’s face in his hands, his thumb brushing over his cheek.

“Fuck, Jisung,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Before Jisung could respond, Minho leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It was hungry, demanding, and Jisung melted into it instantly. His hands moved to grip Minho’s shoulders, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled together.

Minho broke the kiss reluctantly, his breathing ragged as he looked down at Jisung. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice serious but filled softness. “I don’t wanna push you too far.”

Jisung nodded again, his eyes wide and pleading. “I’m sure,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck my face, hyung. I wanna feel you deep in my throat.”

Minho groaned, his cock twitching at Jisung’s words. “Fuck, where did you even learn those, baby?” he muttered, leaning down to press another kiss to Jisung’s lips. “You’re gonna kill me, Jisung.”

He shifted, pulling Jisung up into a kneeling position and sat in front of him. Jisung’s heart raced as Minho leaned back, his cock already hard and straining against his sweats. Minho hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down along with the boxers slowly, and Jisung’s breath hitched as his cock sprang free, thick and flushed with need.

“Open your mouth, baby,” Minho instructed, his voice low and commanding, his usual soft and caring demeanor disappearing.

Jisung obeyed instantly, his lips parting as Minho guided his cock to his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze locking with Jisung’s, before slowly pushing forward. The head of his cock bumped against Jisung’s lips, and Jisung moaned softly, his tongue darting out to lick at the tip.

“That’s it,” Minho groaned, his hands tangling in Jisung’s hair. “Just like that, kitten.”

Jisung opened his mouth wider at the pet name, taking more of Minho’s cock into his mouth. It was thick and heavy on his tongue, the taste of him overwhelming his senses. He moaned again, his hands gripping Minho’s thighs as he started to bob his head slowly.

“Fuck, kitten,” Minho hissed, his fingers tightening in Jisung’s hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Jisung’s cheeks burned at the praise, but it only made him more eager. He took Minho deeper, his throat relaxing as he swallowed around him. Minho groaned, his hips rocking forward slightly, and Jisung’s eyes watered as his cock pushed further into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Minho whispered, his voice rough. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Jisung moaned around him, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure up Minho’s spine. He started to move faster, his hips thrusting roughly as he fucked Jisung’s mouth. Jisung’s lips stretched around him, saliva dripping down his chin as he took every inch.

“You’re such a filthy cocksucker,” Minho groaned, the degradation making jisung whimper, he loved every second of it. “Look at you, swallowing my cock like you were born for it.”

Jisung whimpered again, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the words. He loved this—the way Minho degraded him, made him feel so damn dirty and used. It made him feel alive.

Minho’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening. “Fuck, Jisung,” he gasped, his hips stuttering. “I’m close, baby. I’m gonna come.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed, his mouth opening wider as Minho thrust deep, his cock hitting the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he swallowed around him, his tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.

Minho groaned loudly, his hips snapping forward as he came, his cock pulsing in Jisung’s mouth. Jisung swallowed every drop, his throat working around him as Minho emptied himself down his throat.

When Minho finally pulled back, Jisung was panting, his lips swollen and glistening with spit. Minho looked down at him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck, Jisung,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re incredible.”

Jisung blushed, his hands trembling as he wiped his mouth. “Did I…did I do okay?” he asked shyly.

Minho smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You did more than okay, baby,” he said softly. “You were perfect.”

Jisung’s heart swelled at the words, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He leaned into Minho’s touch, his body humming with satisfaction.

Minho pulled him into his arms, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to his hair. “I’m sorry if I got too rough,” he whispered, his voice laced with guilt. “I didn’t mean to—”

Jisung cut him off with a shake of his head. “It was perfect,” he said softly. “I loved it.”

Minho’s lips curved into a smile as he kissed Jisung’s forehead again. “Good,” he murmured. “Because we’re definitely doing that again.”

Jisung’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He snuggled closer to Minho, his body still tingling with pleasure.

"but baby, where did you even learn that from? i never knew you.." Minho trailed off, gently rubbing his back and kissed his cheek.

"I..i knew it..am not that innocent as you think.." Jisung mumbled, heat creeping up to his cheek making him hide his face. Minho chuckled ruffling the boy's hair.

"shh, it's okay. i was just surprised. i always though you were innocent about these things." Jisung bit his lip and looked up at him, eyes turning doe and sparkly. "i..watched..and practiced..on dildo.."

Minho gasped, chocking on his own saliva, eyes widening and he pulled back from jisung to look at his face. "are you serious, baby? i never knew you were this naughty? dildo? when did you buy that thing?"

Jisung hid his face whining at the sudden questions, regretting his decisions. "weeks ago, i want to be good for you.." and minho's face softened even more, he gently lifted his chin to face him and smiled. "my little baby, doing something so dirty behind my back..you were perfect and all mine"

jisung blushed, cheeks painting a deep shade of red and minho had to hold himself back from biting those cheeks. "you still have them?" he questioned earning a nod from jisung and a smirk spread across his face. "Good, next time we are using them.."

jisung nodded blushing like a tomato, “I love you, hyung” , he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Minho’s arms tightened around him, his lips pressing another kiss to his hair. “I love you too, baby,” he said softly. “More than anything.”

[grandpeachpersona]

“You can take my check. You can't take my name.”

Black!oc Sierra Riley x Joe Burrow

WARNING: VIOLENCE, Some fluff mentioned of injury and surgery

Ok I missed these two so much plus I'm kinda bored right now so I thought why not it's All-Star season anyway. And I'm kinda missing football right now. But enough talk enjoy!.

“Whew. About time. Alright, Miss MVP and girlfriend of the year. What’s next?”

Mmm… let’s think.

I won the World Series.

Joe took the Bengals to the Super Bowl—got *robbed*, don’t even bring that up.

Then I blew out my knee. ACL surgery. Nine months of rehab. Meanwhile, Joe tore up his wrist. More rehab. More surgeries.

It’s been a mess. A painful, frustrating, limping, sleepless mess.

But you know what they say:

“Your setback is your setup for the comeback.”

Now here we are. 2025. Joe came back like a machine. No fear, no rust, just dominance.

And me? I returned to the Braves and picked up right where I left off. Shortstop. Leadoff. Captain energy. Stronger than before.

Through it all—every injury, every headline, every “is she done?” take—Joe was there. Holding ice packs, holding my hand, holding me down.

And I held him right back.

So when the All-Star Game came calling?

I didn’t hesitate.

Atlanta, Georgia. My city. My fans. My stadium.

I laced up my cleats, pulled on the jersey, and stepped into the moment like I owned it.

And in the VIP box?

My quarterback. My rock. My ride or die—Joe freaking Burrow—cheering for me with that crooked little smirk that says, “Yeah, I know she’s her.”

The game’s been lit. NL leads 5–4. I’ve made two highlight-reel plays and legged out a triple. Energy’s up. The crowd is LOUD.

And then?

They call his name.

Nico Harris.

Outfielder. Mets. Media darling.

My least favorite person in baseball.

Let’s just say… the history’s ugly.

When I got injured last year, rumor was Nico said something slick in the locker room:

“Good for her. Now we can really play.”

Yup. That was the quote.

If it wasn’t for my PR team holding me back, I would’ve nuked my career with a Tweet and slept great doing it. But I kept it professional. I kept it classy.

Austin Riley didn’t.

Next series against the Mets, he and Nico got into it mid-game. Brawl. Suspensions. Fines.

And now?

Now it’s me and him.

First time on the same field since everything went down.

He steps into the box.

I shift to short, glove ready, heart pounding. I don’t blink.

First pitch—he takes it. Second—he swings and connects.

CRACK.

Deep shot to the gap in right-center.

The outfielder scrambles. Nico turns on the jets. I grab the cutoff, pivot, and fire it back in. He slides safe into second.

He stands, brushing dirt off his pants, then glances at me.

Smirk on his face. That cocky, smug, “I'm untouchable” smirk.

“Nice throw,” he says. “Didn’t think your knee still worked like that.”

My whole chest tightens.

Oh.

We’re doing that?

Next inning, I’m back on the field. Nico’s on second again after a lucky bloop single and a stolen base. It’s tense. Electric. You can feel something coming.

I walk up to the bag. Subtle. Calm.

He leans in just enough to make sure no one hears him.

“You really held on to that little quote, huh?”

I don’t respond.

“I mean, it’s not my fault your body gave out. You play tough, but you break easy.”

I turn slowly. Glare locked in.

“Say that again.”

Nico shrugs. “You’re not built for this. You’re built for cameras. You’re a storyline, Sierra. That’s it.”

“And you’re built like a bad decision in cleats.”

He laughs. “Cute. Did Joe write that one for you?”

That’s it.

I drop my glove.

The crowd hasn’t caught on yet. But the dugouts are standing. The umps are watching close.

I step up.

“You think because I didn’t clap back on social media, I forgot? Nah. I waited. I trained. I got healthy. I got stronger. And I waited for this.”

He leans in. “Do something, Riley. I dare you.”

“Hope you like soft food—”

BOOM.

Right hook.

My fist connects with his jaw and spins him halfway around.

Crowd: *SCREAMING*.

Benches: *CLEARING*.

The moment? Viral in real time.

Nico staggers. Comes at me. Swings—misses.

Jazz Chisholm Jr. tackles him from behind. Austin’s in the middle, pushing people back. Umpires are shouting. Security running.

Joe stands up in the VIP box, mouth tight, shoulders squared.

Security moves to stop him, but he’s not trying to jump in. He’s watching.

He knows.

This is my fight.

I’m pulled away. Nico’s yelling something, but I don’t hear it over the noise.

As I’m escorted off the field, the crowd’s chanting my name.

“SI-ER-RA! SI-ER-RA!”

Boos. Cheers. Cameras flashing.

And me?

I’m smiling.

The tunnel is cool. Dim. Quiet. For the first time in hours, I hear my own breathing.

I’m sitting on a bench, taping the edge of my wrist, still buzzing with adrenaline. One glove off. One punch in the books.

Then—footsteps.

Joe.

Gray hoodie, black joggers, jaw locked. Eyes on me. He walks like a man who just watched his girl become a legend.

He sits down next to me without saying a word.

I break the silence. “So, how bad was it?”

He chuckles. “You knocked him into next week. Pretty sure he forgot his own batting average.”

I let out a slow laugh.

“I’m getting fined for sure.”

“You’re also getting a statue outside the stadium.”

We sit in silence for a second. The kind of silence where nothing has to be explained.

Joe finally speaks.

“They’ll talk. The league. The media. They’ll say you overreacted.”

‘Let them.”

“They’ll try to spin it.”

“I’ll spin it harder.”

“You wanna know what I saw?” he says, looking me in the eye.

“I saw a woman who had every right to clap back a year ago, but waited until the moment meant something. You didn’t lose control, Sierra. You took it.”

I nod. “I don’t regret it.”

“Good. Because tomorrow, you’re gonna wake up the most talked-about athlete on Earth.”

My phone buzzes.

#1 Trending:

“Sierra Riley ends Nico Harris like a bad tweet.”

“The Punch Heard Around Baseball”

“All-Star Fists, All-Star Fury.”

Interviews pending. Suspension possible. But public opinion?

Split right down the middle.

Which means I did something real.

Joe leans over, kisses the side of my head. “You still hungry?”

I smirk. “Always.”

He stands and offers me his hand.

“You coming with me?”

“Always.”

@enretrogue @hoodharlow

[darthwhorecrux]

A/N: I have been kicking around some non-Shinji WIPs and have also been considering taking a break from writing, but this BASTARD (affectionate) of COURSE has ruined my plans AS PER USUAL. As with all of my writing, I'm sure there is so much activity that has inspired this, but what's mainly coming to mind are my talks with @my-my-my about our scarily vivid dreams. may all of our vivid dreams be about our fav men dicking us down. amen 🙏

TW: just a lil bit of your standard smut

Word Count: 2K

Reader is a Visored, and she respects Shinji as her leader. She doesn't have a crush on him or anything though...

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One setting, moment, person seemed to blend into the next, all except him. His toothy grin, his eccentric blonde haircut, his witty humor paired with his hidden tender-heartedness, though once you found it, it was never lost on you again. He was your leader for a reason. Behind all those eye rolls and smartass comments muttered under his breath, he was intensely good-natured, protective, and cared too much. You sought him out for safety and comfort, so much so now that you ended up in his lap, taking him in and out of you with his guidance.

His hands were warm on your hips, and his voice crisp in your ear. "Thaaat's it. Just like that, darlin.' Good girl. Ride my cock sooo good."

"Shinji!" You gasped at his praise and his dirty talk, spasming around him, cheeks heating.

Everything was too warm, too wet, and yet somehow still not enough. He was right here, yet not close enough. You kissed him, fear blossoming in your chest, your drool mixing with his, an emptiness starting to take hold, the cold metallic taste and feel of his piercing just as bittersweet as the emotions flurrying inside your heart.

You had a bad habit of being so afraid of the future, that you missed out on the present. Willing away the moment with worry, your heart became alarmed and you

opened your eyes, alone in bed.

I just had sex with Shinji Hirako, was your first thought upon waking. Shinji fucking Hirako. Though you hadn't really.

It seemed so real. You swore you felt him, warm, wet, and inside of you, spreading you apart. And you heard his voice, his equal parts irritating and alluring voice, his laugh, his groans...

Holy shit.

You jolted upwards, wiping the sweat from your forehead, still processing, or at least trying to, the fact that you dreamt of fucking your de-facto leader, former Captain of the fifth, Shinji Hirako. You hadn't thought of him that way before, or perhaps this wet dream brought to light that you had and simply chose to remain ignorant to it. So many opposing thoughts and feelings clashed inside of you, making you pull the covers up higher and clench your thighs together, ashamed that your mind had conjured up something so filthy about him of all people.

You'd known Shinji since your days back in the Seireitei, and you were sure, all this time, that you knew how you felt about him. He was always above you, the Captain, and now your unofficial leader of the Visoreds. He was also a dork. Goofy, flippant, and mostly obnoxious, he definitely knew how to get under your's and mostly everyone's skin. But for all of his silly and immature antics, he knew his shit and knew when to get serious, and for that you respected him. He could be annoying, but you trusted and relied on him. You admired him, sure, but you didn't like him.

Or so you thought.

It was incredible, how one, possibly meaningless, dream had you questioning everything. You thought of a time he made you laugh recently, how you noticed whenever he made a joke he looked around to see who would laugh, how his eyes always seemed to land on you, how once he made you laugh, he tried to do it again, and again, and he usually succeeded, because you thought mostly everything he said was funny, and how Hiyori would scold you, "don't encourage that dumbass!" or Kensei would roll his eyes at you, "it wasn't that funny..."

You squealed aloud, burying your burning face in your hands. Shit! I do like that idiot!

And now what am I going to do?

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Flustered and conflicted, you didn't let that stop you from starting your day the same. You rose from your bed, splashed some cold water on your sweaty, sticky skin and trudged on. There was more to worry about than such trivial feelings.

At least, that was the plan, much easier said than done. It worked well enough until you found yourself alone in the kitchen with him of all people.

Your back turned as you grabbed a glass to fill with water, you recognized that voice and that stupid, sexy accent as he greeted, "Mornin'."

You twitched, reluctantly looking his way to squeak a "good morning," in return before stiffly turning your back to him again, eyes widening at the wall.

The sight of him, his normally perfect hair slightly disheveled from sleep, draped in loose pjs, languidly strolling around, along with the dream version of him, fresh in your mind, plunging into you, calling you his good girl, had your plan coming to a screeching halt. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head, as if that could shake away the impure thoughts and images invading your mind. It seemed the harder you tried to rid yourself of them, the more intensely they flooded in, bringing heat to your skin and core, weakening your knees and knocking the wind from your chest.

So buried in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed the water trickling over the edge of your glass, overflowing, luckily, into the sink. You gasped and switched the faucet off, drawing the blonde's attention from the other side of the room.

Shinji came up beside you, chuckling quietly as he observed your clumsy accident, oblivious to your inner turmoil. "Looks like someone's still sleepin'," he teased with a smirk before reaching for a towel. "Here."

You stiffened, taking it from him while choking out a small, "thank you."

Looks like someone's still sleepin'. You shuddered. You have no idea. In a way, you were still asleep, dripping and lusting after him. You swallowed down the noises that were threatening to bubble up your throat, making an effort to avoid another wet mess, no matter where it came from.

Shinji narrowed his observant eyes at you, "Ya feelin' alright? Yer lookin' pretty flushed."

He attempted to reach for your forehead, thoughtfully checking for a fever on your skin, but fearing what he could unleash from the simple contact, you flinched away, spilling more water. "I'm fine!"

He raised an accusing eyebrow. "Ya don't seem fine..."

You ignored him, "I'll get it!" You hurried to clean up your second mess before running away, preventing a third.

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The rest of the day followed in similar fashion. You ran from Shinji, who seemed especially unavoidable that day, in hopes that he wouldn't notice how you short-circuited, how you stammered and tripped and blushed whenever he neared.

When it came to training, and he conveniently suggested the two of you partner up during a particular drill, you suggested otherwise. "Actually, I think I'll partner with Hiyori."

"Huh?" His eyes widened in disbelief. "Who would want that?!"

Of course, that only earned him a sandal to the face. "Hey! Maybe she just doesn't want to have to put up with you for a change, Baldy!"

Then, when it came lunch time, and it wasn't your turn to make it for everyone, most of the group seemed surprised to find you volunteering to help Mashiro fetch takeout, offering some lousy excuse about worrying that she'll screw something up. You felt Shinji's eyes on you then, watching you go, oblivious to his concerned gaze.

It seemed the final straw was when you ended up alone with him again that evening, and he attempted to crack a joke to ease the obvious tension that had transpired between the two of you all of a sudden. You hardly laughed, forcing an unnatural smile out of pity. And you always laughed, genuinely, at his jokes. When you were on your way out again, this time, he caught your wrist, stopping you before you could escape. You tensed, eyeing the spot where his warm hand curled around you, lighting your body on fire as you remembered his warm hands on your hips, guiding your movements.

He quickly snatched his hand back, opting to scratch the back of his neck. "Did I do somethin'?" He asked warily. "Kinda feels like ya've been avoiding me all day."

At his sheepish expression, your heart sank. You never intended to make him feel bothersome, but you hadn't wanted him to know the truth either.

"No!" You chirped a little too brightly, your first instinct to continue to deny, deny, deny. "You haven't done anything," you assured, flashing him a crooked smile.

He frowned, physically deflating before forcing himself into a neutral state, throwing his walls up if you were going to keep up yours. "I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable somehow," he stated. "Anyways, I'll leave ya to it..."

You almost let him leave, watching him depart with a sense of relief. But you held a stronger sense of guilt watching him shrink away, his gaze cast down, thinking he'd done something wrong. It tugged on your heartstrings, hard. It was you who caught his wrist this time, stopping him from getting away. This couldn't go on for the rest of your long lives, and Shinji deserved better. He was good to you - always - it was no wonder he'd managed to invade your dreams. It was the least you could do to try to be good to him too.

When he turned back, raising his eyebrows hopefully at you, your flustered state returned. At a loss for words, not planning this far ahead, you thought again of the feeling between your legs this morning, of him like that.

You dropped his wrist and sighed, brows furrowing, twitching away those thoughts again. Focus.

"It's not you, it's me," you blurted.

Confused, Shinji raised an eyebrow. "Uhh...? Are we breakin' up? From a relationship I didn't know we were in?" He joked.

Exasperated, with him, yourself, and the entire, weird day, you sighed. "No. I - something happened, and it's just made me feel all confused and weird." You twiddled your thumbs, avoiding his penetrating, perceptive stare, those same eyes that haunted you in your sleep. "I'm trying to say - it isn't your fault. I'm sorry I've been acting so avoidant."

"Hm," Shinji hummed thoughtfully. "Do ya wanna talk about it or...?"

His innocent suggestion made you blush deeply. "I'm afraid you won't look at me the same."

You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, watching his eyes light up with curiosity. "Try me," he challenged, grinning devilishly.

Your eyes widened. Crazily enough, for a moment, you considered it.

"I can't," you decided, too fearful of the consequences.

"C'monnn," he whined. "I'm not gonna judge. Ya know me," he assured seriously.

In spite of yourself, you reconsidered it. Maybe getting it off of your chest was what you needed. Trying to ignore it certainly wasn't working, and it was Shinji after all. You did know him. Maybe together, the both of you could laugh it off and go back to normal.

But do I really even want that? Back to normal?

He continued to stare at you, waiting. He even started to tap his foot, grinning slightly when you glared at him.

"You're the worst," you grumbled, though it was obvious you thought quite the opposite. "You don't tell anyone what I'm about to say," you voiced sternly. "Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled. "I won't say a word. Now out with it."

You sighed again, resigning yourself to your fate. You had prolonged this for long enough.

"I had a dream about you last night."

Shinji narrowed his eyes at you. "That's it?" He scoffed. "That's what ya were so worried about? I dream about you, about everyone, all the time." He shrugged.

You groaned, covering your face. "You're really gonna make me say it...?"

"Say wha-" He caught himself, realizing before he could finish. "Oh. Oh."

You peeked at him through your hands, only to find that obnoxiously attractive smirk spreading on his dumb, pretty face. It had you squealing, shutting your fingers back up, blocking out the sight.

"Was I good?" He asked, gently prying your hand away from your face.

"It wasn't real!" You defended, sweating as you swatted him away. "It doesn't mean anything!"

"Yeah? Then what were ya so hot and bothered for - all day?" Shinji continued to tease, seeming to enjoy how riled up he got you.

"Anyone would be flustered!" You fretted. "How - how would you feel if you dreamt of me like that? Huh?!"

He kept his composure, stepping closer to speak more quietly. "Well, for the record, I don't think I'd mind makin' yer dreams come true."

You froze, eyes widening, wondering if you were dreaming again. His eyes followed your hand, pinching yourself, and he chuckled.

"This is the real deal," he confirmed. "If ya ever wanna discuss it in more detail, or try anything out, ya know where to find me, baby doll."

And with that, like the fucking tease he was, he left you, the ball in your court, up to you to make the next move.

To make your dreams come true.

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If you're only dreamin'

Why I hear you screamin'? 😈

Sweet dreams, lovebugs (ᴗ˳ᴗ)ᶻ𝗓𐰁

[rinis-rift]

Writing fanfics related to music and song lyrics? Thats so awesome and absolutely my niche, I love the idea. The song I want is Victoria Monet’s Experience, and a rendered pop art scenario with Jinu and a gn reader going on a summer night drive together, because this song is on my playlist for him, and I always imagine it everytime I listen to it. Just him and the reader laughing and racing along somewhere like Busan late at night, next to the beach in the summer sunset as they drink soda together. (Although I do wonder if he would have a drivers lisence since he’s technically a 400 year old demon, would he know how to drive?) anyways thanks for putting together such a lovely event!

Experience

ꕥ Rendered Pop Art Request!

Gn!Reader x Jinu (fluffy oneshot)

extra: thanks for the request! i don't think i'm great at dialogue so this was a bit of a challenge, but i tried my hardest to make it seem fluid, we're just gonna assume that he does know how to drive- ALSO THIS SONG IS SO GOOD- I WILL CRASH A CAR FOR THE VIBES

i feel like this isn't my best work so i feel really bad because this is ur niche and all.. but i hope you like what i have to offer..

100 Follower's Event

It wasn’t often that the feeling of freedom graced the nerves of Jinu. After all, he’s doomed and been doomed to a fate worse than death- being a soul collector, being tortured by his past actions- you get the point.

And falling in love didn’t make anything easier, but he couldn’t resist- it was you. And when you kept inviting him out on joy rides across Busan, how could he say no?

Out in the early morning hours when the moon was still high in the sky, you both drove in a car that neither of you owned. Jinu stole one of those hoodless cars to impress you, and at this hour, with a charmer like him, didn’t bother questioning anything.

You shrugged and hopped in, grinning from ear to ear as the engine revved with a tune, you picked a song to blast and suddenly, the world didn’t matter to either of you anymore. The man with jet black hair wished he wasn’t driving just so he could admire fully how your hair blew back from the wind.

From the fresh winds to the peaceful atmosphere, nothing but your favorite songs playing along with a man you adored driving past scenes people would die for, everything said sounded more funny.

The both of you laughed so hard at every little horrible joke, your cheeks hurt from grinning, who knew the leader of the Saja boys had humor? There was nothing to be stiff about, just you and him under the starry skies.

“Wait wait! Turn here, I wanna see the bridge,” You requested, turning to him, Jinu didn’t have an idea of what you meant, but nonetheless, he obeyed, what you wanted to see is what he needed to see.

“A bridge?” He asks lightheartedly, but you take it as a playful challenge, “You don’t know? The Busan harbor is just beautiful, the bridge lights up at night, and gives you a glorious sight of the city.” Your eyes shine as you described it, sure, you’ve been before when you were younger, but now you could see it again with Jinu.

Jinu could feel that admiration brimming in your voice, that soft sigh as you laid back in the car seat, it made his heart swell, and silently, he stepped on the gas pedal. He wanted to experience whatever this scenery is, even though deep down in his heart he knows he’d rather look at how the lights looked on you as you stared with big eyes and an amazed expression.

Eventually, you both see it, and you weren’t wrong. 

How the big tower at the center glowed with a bright pink, the metal pipes that acted like strings that held the bridge up were illuminated with gradients that were so well blended, he understood why you wanted to go now. 

He drove on the bridge, and while you were taking pictures and admiring this lightshow from all angles, even taking some badly angled photos of the driver. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” You ask, leaning your head towards him, that breathless tone in your voice makes Jinu's spiritual heart flutter, and while you were on the edge of his peripheral vision, his entire focus was on you.

“It’s ethereal.” He whispers like a prayer, trying to not make it obvious. You smile at the glittering lights of the city, then you turn to him and that curl in your lips grows tender. 

Now you both head over to the beach to end off the night, buying some carbonated drinks, sodas of both your liking, Jinu felt greedy and bought his own drink of Soda Pop, you smacked him on the back.

Relocated to the sand by the sea, you sit on the soft ground. Both of you looked up at the shimmering sky, chatting about more intimate things- shitty exes, glossed over family history, first or recent partners, gossiping about those that’re in your life.

Cracking immature jokes that only teens could get away with, you both were rolling over with laughter. 

“So that son of a bitch basically did all of that, just to fucking avoid me- seriously, they didn’t even look me in the eye when I confronted them about it!” You raged, taking another drink of the fizzy drink, it 

You rolled your eyes up to the moon, mood souring at the talking of your ex. “That fuckass pressured and gaslit me to do anything and everything romantic while they sat on their ass the entire time we were together.”

“Yeah well, love’s no pressure when they actually care and tend to you.” Jinu rolls his eyes, while he kept that cool guy persona, inside he was disgusted at what your ex partner did- or didn’t do for you.

“If only that hoe tried- wasted so much on them.” You groaned, resting your head on Jinu’s shoulder for support. Inside, Jinu’s pulse picked up, that soft and tired look on your face, glinting in the moonlight- you were really enchanting.

“Love is an experience, and it seems like you got the short end of it,” he brushes it off. You scoff and playfully rolled your eyes. You mutter under your breath about something about him playing the smart guy role.

“Yeah well, bitches ain’t shit these days.” You cuss, disregarding how many curses that were flying out of your mouth right now.

Jinu raised an eyebrow, “Well, I think you’ll find someone to enjoy experiences with, someone with lots of love.” A small, jokeful lilt in his voice, it prompts you to say, “Like who? You?”

The man shrugs and turns to you, “To be fair,” suddenly he’s holding your chin in his hands, a tilt in his head that, with the moonlight, made him look more dreamy.

“I’m all out of love because you took it away.” He confesses in a voice and tone that you’d love to experience over and over again.

im doubting my writing skills so much

IM SO SORRY ANON IF I DIDN'T DO IT JUSTICE :((

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

Hello, I'm wondering if it's possible to have a NSFW +18 writing, about the boys of Diabolik Lovers with their S/O who love their cock and moan with pleasure that can lead to sexual intercourse with their female S/O and what kind of position they would do with their S/O?

Shu Sakamaki – Lazy Deep-Drill

You moan just from the sight of him lazily stroking himself, half-lidded eyes locked on you.

“Heh… You really love my cock that much?” he chuckles, voice husky.

He pulls you onto his lap, cock sliding in deep as he stays seated—Lazy Sex King™.

Preferred position: Cowgirl (but he controls the pace with lazy thrusts while you whimper on top).

Reiji Sakamaki – Obedience Training

Your moaning praise only makes him more intense. “Such vulgar adoration… how utterly disgraceful.”

But his cock is twitching, and his voice cracks. He forces you to bend over the desk.

“Then take it like the disobedient pet you are.”

Preferred position: Bent-over desk (doggy style with full control and occasional spanking).

Ayato Sakamaki – Ruthless Praise Addict

“Hah?! You love Ore-sama’s cock that much? Tch… Of course you do!”

The moment your moans start slurring into his name, he loses it.

“Say it louder while I fuck you, Chichinashi!”

Preferred position: Missionary—but messy, aggressive, with your legs over his shoulders.

Kanato Sakamaki – Unhinged Possessive Ride

Hearing you moan about his cock sends him into a frenzy. “You’re disgusting… filthy… all for me.”

He pushes you down on the bed, toys scattered, and thrusts in deep while staring at your tears.

Preferred position: Lotus (face-to-face, desperate, clingy thrusts while he cries or laughs).

Laito Sakamaki – Worship and Ruin

“Ohh~? Nfu… You’re addicted~?”

He makes you say how much you love it while he's teasing you with just the tip.

Once he finally thrusts in, it’s slow torture, hips rolling.

Preferred position: From behind while bent over a balcony railing or couch, biting your neck.

Subaru Sakamaki – Silent Begging Beast

You moaning for his cock makes him snap—face red, breathing heavy. “Tch… You’re gonna break me.”

He growls and throws you on the bed, taking you with full force.

Preferred position: Doggy with hair pulling—but afterward, cuddles you silently while still inside.

Ruki Mukami – Controlled Devotion

“You love it that much? Hm… How insatiable.”

He makes you beg properly, watching as your thighs tremble in anticipation.

Then he takes you slowly, stretching it out, whispering filth in your ear.

Preferred position: Chair sex (sitting sideways on his lap, one leg up, while he controls every move).

Kou Mukami – Performance & Pleasure

Hearing you moan about his cock? Instant ego boost. “Say it again, kitten~ I want to hear how much you love me.”

He records the sounds, grinning as he pounds into you on the bed.

Preferred position: Missionary with ankles to shoulders—so he can record your face while you break.

Yuma Mukami – Rough, Growling Plow

“Fuck… you want this so bad?”

He pins you against the wall, one arm bracing your back, the other under your thigh as he pounds you senseless.

He gets louder with each moan you let out.

Preferred position: Wall sex—rough, primal, with full-body control and deep thrusts.

Azusa Mukami – Whimpering Worship

You moaning about loving his cock? He blushes, smiles faintly, and shivers.

“I… I love hearing you say that… Please… let me feel all of you…”

He thrusts in gently at first, voice breaking with each movement.

Preferred position: Spooning—slow, loving, holding you tight while crying or praising you softly.

Shin Tsukinami – Possessive Breed Mode

“You want my cock that bad, little omega? Hah… You’re so filthy. I love it.”

He shoves your legs apart, mounting you with zero patience. “Then take it. Take all of it.”

Preferred position: Prone bone (flat on stomach, heavy, dominant, breeding kink guaranteed).

Carla Tsukinami – Elegant Domination

“You desire me that strongly? …Good.”

He pushes your legs apart slowly, perfectly in control. Every moan from you is music to his ears.

“You will scream my name by the end.”

Preferred position: Edge of bed, legs wide open, him kneeling between—dominating your body and soul.

Kino – Obsessive Marking Session

“Ohhh~ you love my cock, huh? Say it louder, babe~”

He moans with you, licking your tears, hips smacking into yours wildly.

Every time you cry his name, he gets worse.

Preferred position: Against a mirror so you can see yourself getting ruined—he loves eye contact.

Karlheinz – Ritualistic Ecstasy

He hums in amusement, voice low. “You adore me that deeply… how expected.”

He takes his time making you chant his name between gasps, stretching you with thick, slow thrusts.

“Let your body remember me.”

Preferred position: Lap sex in a throne-like chair—legs spread, back arched, both utterly regal and filthy.

Richter – Territorial Wrecking

“Say it again.”

Hearing you moan about his cock makes him jealous, violent. He ruts into you like he’s fighting a war.

“You’ll never want anyone else after this.”

Preferred position: Over the table, one leg raised, your face pressed into the surface as he marks you.

[tokichiio]

𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒 ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

prompt:: kenma’s playing the game and ignoring you, but your so horny that you can’t wait until his match is over ;((

warnings:: !dom kenma x !sub (f) reader, kenma lowk being a meanie, praise, degrading, edging/overstim, teasing, orgasm denial, multiple rounds(?), grinding, oral (m & f receiving), riding, doggy style👅, pet names, lowk not proofread, ooc kenma at some point, crying (i always forget what that kink is called bruh💔), bad grammar💔, and lmk if i missed any! idea from this. (nsfw link!!!)

wc:: 2.18k

a/n:: HELLO GUYS🥰🥰 this is my first time writing something that’s not Tokio Hotel! if you followed me js for tokio hotel do not panic, i will still right for my silly boys! js request! and anyone who wants to see me do more anime or any other fandoms request ofc! I wrote this all in one day and one sitting…💔

nsfw under the cut!

kenma was such a meanie towards you. ignoring you and playing games all day, sounds like the most fun thing right? Well, not exactly. kenma invited you over today, and you thought he was gonna pay attention to you, and probably take you out somewhere. his text was a simple, “come over, i wanna see u. miss ur touch.” you were happy, you missed him too and you wanted to see him..and possibly get dicked down..

you arrived at his house, opening the door with the key he gave to you when you in the middle of your relationship. you walked upstairs, opening the door to his room. kenma was sitting at his gaming desk, his headphones on and his eyes staring into the screen. you tip toed over to him, putting your hands on his shoulder. He turned around for a split second since he got scared.

“fuck y/n, i didn’t even hear you coming in.” kenma mumbled, looking back at the screen as his fingers moved across the keyboard with a quickness. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso and putting your chin on his shoulder. “awh, did you get scared?” you teased, smirking as you looked at the screen. you started at the screen, your eyes slowly trailing down to his keyboard. you watched his hands move across the keyboard skillfully.

now, you always knew how good kenma were with his hands. i mean, you experience it almost all the time. the way his fingers curled inside of you..the way they always could find that spot inside of you..oh yeah, you definitely knew. “i mean yeah, you literally snuck upon me y/n”. kenma said, his eyes still focused on the screen. you chuckled, kissing his neck. “mmm..you know im jus’ messin’ with you..” you said in his ear.

you examined him..yeah he definitely wasn’t getting off his game right now for you. you rolled your eyes, pulling away. “don’t tell me you invited me over just so i can watch you play all day?” you scoffed, looking at him focusing. he didn’t answer for a bit before speaking up. “i’ll get off in a bit, jus one more game..” he exclaimed. yeah, you knew he wasn’t getting off any time sooner.

you rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth before walking over to his bed. you sat down on the edge and slipped off your shoes, getting comfortable, because you knew he wasn’t gonna be paying attention to you any time sooner.

a few hours pass, and he said “one more game” about a million times. you were getting fed up at this point, you came to see him and get dicked down..you haven’t seen him in a while, and you were expecting at least something! you sit up from the bed, looking over at your boyfriend who was yelling into his headset.

“kenmaaaa..” you called out from the bed, making him look back at you then the screen. he didn’t answer, all he did was steal a quick glance at you once! you grunted, getting up and walking towards him. “kenmaaaa! pay attention to me!!” you demanded, wrapping your arms around him. “im in a game y/n. you can wait a little longer..” he mumbled, focused on his screen.

you huffed, going back to lay down on the bed. you couldn’t believe it! your own boyfriend inviting you over, just to play on his game all day?! you were frustrated..you haven’t seen him in a while and you wanted some dick. after all the pent up energy you had, you needed to release it..and the best way was to have your own boyfriend fuck you until you can’t remember.

you accepted defeat..until you came up with an idea. if he was gonna ignore you, the best you could do is make him give you attention..right? you walked back towards him, slowly getting on your knees and then crawling to the open space under his desk. you slowly trailed your hands up to his shorts, resting your hands on the hem of them.

kenma looked down at you for a split second, doing a double take. “what are you doing?” he asked, raising a brow as he looked at the sight of you on your knees and looking up at him with a smirk. “did you really think i’ll let you stay on this stupid ass game all day?” you blinked your eyes rapidly, looking up at him. “i want some dick kenma. how blunt do i have to be for you to know?” you scoffed, slowly pulling down his pants and boxers.

you were met with his soft cock, watching it slowly get semi-hard from grabbing it. you smirked, looking up at him. “already getting hard from me just grabbing you?” you teased, watching as he let out a soft grunt. “shut up.” he mumbled, looking back at his game. what you were about to do wasn’t anything new, you did it before to get his attention..

you slowly put the tip in your mouth, looking up at him before sinking all the way down. kenma let out a loud loud, moving his mic away from his mouth. “f-fuck baby..that damn mouth of yours..” he moaned, his hand sliding down to grip your hair. you slowly started to move your head, looking up at him to see his reactions. he quickly let go of your head when he saw that he was back in spawn.

you pulled away before pushing your head back down, moaning as you felt his cock going down your throat. you removed his cock from your mouth, slowly sliding your tongue across the tip and down to the base. you slowly started to pump him with your hand, watching as he bucked his hips up into your pretty little throat.

you gagged, letting out a whimper as you closed your eyes. he grabbed the back of your head and threw his head back, fucking his cock into your throat. you knew he was close. you wanted to say “close already?” if your mouth wasn’t stuffed with his fat cock. “shit y/n, your mouth is so fucking good..” kenma grunted. you felt his cock twitching inside your mouth..

but you couldn’t let him cum just yet. after he ignored you? yeah, he wasn’t gonna cum right now. you pulled away, making him groan and opening his eyes. “what the fuck baby?” he complained, pushing his chair back. you got a perfect view of his cock glistening with your saliva and his slick. his face was red, his hair messy as he breathed heavily.. “you can’t cum, you don’t deserve it. especially after ignoring me like that.” you smirked, getting up from under his desk.

he blinked slowly at you, his brain still processing the amazing head he just got from you. something clicked in him as he got up from his chair, grabbing his headset and throwing it on the desk. he pulled your arm, throwing you on the bed and hovering over you. “you think your in charge huh?” he asked, his hand moving down to your pants and yanking them off. “because you surely aren’t.” he grumbled, spreading your legs.

he went down to your core and took your underwear off, watching as the line of your slick stick to your underwear. “fuck princess, your already so wet for me. don’t tell wet from just from giving me head huh?” he mocked, spreads your legs more as he licked a long stripe up your pussy. “look how fucking wet you are.” he groaned, rubbing your pussy with two of his fingers and spreading the lips.

he dived right back in, closing his eyes as he slurped away. you moaned, your fingers quickly finding their way in his hair. “f-fuck kenma..! right there…holy shit!” you whined, throwing your hair back as you slowly starting grinding against his face. “yeah that’s right princess, grind this pussy against my face..” he said in between slurps. he slowly started to push his two fingers inside of you, curling them inside.

and oh fuck how you loved it. you loved his fingers, they moved so skillfully inside of your pink walls. they always managed to find…”ah!” that spot. you felt yourself getting closer as your legs slightly shook, but kenma pulled away with a smirk. “did you really think i’d let you cum after denying my orgasm too? how pathetic.” he scoffed, pulling his fingers out of your pussy.

“look at the fucking mess you made on my fingers.” he smirked, looking at his two fingers before shoving them in your mouth. “taste your fluids, yeah baby..” he murmured, watching you look up at him while sucking his gingers and letting out soft moans. he pulled his fingers away, bringing them to his cock as he slowly stroked it.

“you ready for my cock you little eager slut?” he teased, grabbing his length and slowly slapping it on your pussy, creating a wet squishy like sound that grew louder with each slap. “yesssss..! just put it in already..!” you whined, gripping onto the sheets. he smirked, slowly pushing his cock inside of you. you both let out a loud moan, throwing your heads back and closing your eyes. “k-kenmaaaaa…!” you moaned loudly, gripping onto the bedsheets tightly.

“fuckkkk you feel so good..haven’t felt this pussy in so long..don’t let it happen again..” he groaned, slowly starting to move. he leaned forward, grabbing your chin and kissing you. you kissed back, grabbing his arm and holding onto his biceps. kenma started to move faster, making you moan in the kiss as he pulled away.

“this pussy feels so good..love the way it fucking sounds..love the way in sucks me in like im going away..” he groaned, keeping a steady pace as your pussy started to clench around him. you both knew the neighbors probably hate the both of you right now, but that doesn’t matter..all that matters if the sound of skin clapping and those beautiful..sweet moans the both of you are letting out.

“this pussy if yours is speaking to me..yeah?” kenma teased while letting out a half moan, half chuckle. he started to speed up, fucking his hips into you recklessly. you moaned, throwing your head back as you felt yourself about to cum. “ken!! im about to cum..!” you moaned, holding onto him tightly. “look at me while you do..come on, look at me..” he said in between breaths, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

you fluttered open your eyes, looking at him with your fucked our expression. he let out a loud moan as he looked at your expression. “fuckkk…you look so fucking pretty..all f’ me, and only me.” he grunted, counting to snap his hips inside of you. “cumming..! im cumming ken…!!” you whined, clenching down on his cock like it was muscle memory (and it was).

“cum for me my sweet girl, cum for me..” kenma moaned, looking at you as your legs shook. your pussy clenched down on him hard as you felt the knot in your stomach come undone. you moaned loudly, throwing your head back as you held onto him. kenma slowly followed after you, thrusting inside of you one last time as his balls twitched inside of you, filling up your pussy.

both of you orgasms lasted a while, kenma slowly pulling out of you. he collapsed next to you, catching his breath as he looked at the ceiling. you were next to him, also catching your breath from the intense love making the two of you just had. you both were silent for a while before he turned his head over to look at you.

“you did so good..my sweet girl..” he murmured, turning his body towards you as he caressed your cheek. “let me clean you up..” he mumbled. you nodded and closed your eyes, sinking into the bed. you were relaxing untilll…you felt kenma’s tongue on your pussy again. your eyes shot open as you cried out from overstimulation. “kenma!”

“what? am i not cleaning you up?”

written by tokichiio, all rights reserved. ©

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[cosmicmunsonwrites]

you know i’m such a fool for you

jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

cw — alcohol, smoking, talks of strict parents, reader is lowk whipped for jj immediately

summary — after moving to figure 8, your new friend drags you to a kegger where you meet a new friend.

author’s note — i’m lowk gonna make this a series tbh… also please request!! i’m trying to get back into writing on here so please send some in :)

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

your heart pounded in your chest as you and your friend, chelsea, arrived at the boneyard where people crowded in groups. there was empty beer cans, bottles, and more littered all across the sand.

a boy you weren’t familiar with began walking towards the two of you with a smile just before chelsea ran towards him and hugged him. they shared a kiss and she then turned to you. “this is my boyfriend, jack,” she beamed. “and this is my new friend. she just moved in across the street.”

he stuck his hand out for you to shake with a welcoming smile. “i’ve heard a lot about you,” he said. “everyone has been talking about to new mysterious kook. it’s nice to finally meet the one and only.”

your brows furrowed slightly at that. “really? wow, i didn’t know that,” you laughed awkwardly. “it’s nice to meet you too.”

“well, we’re gonna go grab a drink really quick then we’ll be right back, okay?” chelsea said to you, holding onto jack’s arm just before the two ran off.

it had maybe been about 10 minutes since you heard from them and decided that was a lost cause. you headed towards the coolers and grabbed a water then made your way closer to the water. it was peaceful there.

the loud chatter from the party wasn’t as annoying or even audible over the sound of the waves softly splashing. this was more your scene, not a big booming party.

the scent of alcohol, weed, and cigarettes was still extremely prominent though and it made your stomach turn. you wondered if the stench would stick to your clothes. hopefully not or your parents would literally kill you.

“party’s back there, y’know,” you heard someone say from behind you.

you shifted slightly to look, finding a blonde boy with a thin joint between his fingers and a beer in his free hand. he was beautiful.

“yeah,” you said nervously. “i just wanted some space.”

he took a seat next to you and a long puff of smoke. “you the new kook or are you a touron?”

a frown graced your lips. “is it that obvious?”

“nah, not really,” he replied. “it’s a small island. word gets around and everyone knows everyone.”

you tucked your hair behind your ears to keep it from blowing in your face. “i just moved here last week.”

he nodded and took a sip of his beer. “you drinkin’ tonight?”

“i don’t drink,” you said. “i’ve never tried it. my parents would kill me if i ever even thought about it.”

you watched him shrug. “sometimes you jus’ gotta live life on the edge, cupcake.”

nerves filled your system when he took another puff of his joint and it blew towards you. “do you think my parents are gonna smell anything on me?”

he laughed. laughed. the way you sounded genuinely terrified was cute. “not with the wind. or with how much perfume you have on.”

“sorry,” you mumbled. you could feel your face flush. well that was embarrassing. it didn’t feel like you had put that much on.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw him put out the joint in the sand. “you smell good. smells expensive,” he complimented, really looking at you now. “so tell me. what brings you to a kegger as a kook? especially one who doesn’t drink.”

“my friend chelsea wanted to come,” you explained. “she needed a ride and said these are some of the most fun parties on the island.

“so you didn’t come alone then?” he asked, sipping his drink again.

you shook your head. “no. she said she’d be right back but i think she went off somewhere with her boyfriend.”

“sounds like a bad friend,” he said honestly. “this isn’t exactly the place you wanna be at all alone.”

thoughts began racing through your head. “what is that supposed to mean?”

he shrugged. “some dudes are total fuckin’ freaks and things can get pretty heated sometimes. wouldn’t want you gettin’ caught up in that.”

you nodded and glanced around. “where are your friends?”

“what makes you think i have friends?” he asked suggestively.

“oh, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to assume,” the apology spilled out like word vomit. “you seem really cool. like the popular type who has a lot of friends.”

another sip of his drink. “i came with my friend group. we usually throw these,” he said bluntly. “got sick of fifth wheeling though.”

a sympathetic smile crossed your lips, knowing exactly what he was feeling. then you felt your phone buzz. shit. “well, i should start heading home.”

his brows furrowed. “didn’t you just get here?”

you let out an awkward laugh. “yeah but i have a curfew and i don’t want to risk being late,” you said. “thank you for talking to me though.”

he waved it off like it was no big deal.

“i never got your name,” you then added once the realization hit you.

“jj maybank,” he introduced himself, his voice velvety and smooth.

something about it made your stomach feel weird. you gave him your own name and said your goodbye.

“we’re throwing again on friday,” he said, stopping you in your tracks “i’d hope to see you there.”

a smile grew on your lips. “maybe.”

the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. “g’night cupcake. drive safe.”

“goodnight jj,” you replied, trying to hide your giddiness. you were definitely going to go home and think about him for the rest of the night, maybe even in your dreams.

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and we walk after - edward cullen x reader

<<part four

The journal was addicting to read. You got lost in the words that coated the aged yellow pages.

By the time, you were finished, you only had an hour of sleep to get. The morning birds had chirped against your windowpane and your body was sore from being hunched in blankets. You just lied there in bed, not even going to sleep.

Being freaked out was one thing, but feeling bad for this person was another.

Edward’s words that he has written were vivid, poetic, and methodical. There was guilt so heavy, it pulsed from the paper like an echo from the past.

Your mind was a whirlwind of images. Alleyways soaked in rain, blood pooling in shadows, and haunted eyes.

It did make you look over your shoulder, jumping at the slightest shadow, even your own. In the bathroom, you looked behind the bathroom door, opened the shower curtain wide open to have some type of ease.

When you caught yourself in the mirror, you only shakily chuckle. You looked spooked.

“It’s just a story.” You whispered to your reflection before grabbing your toothbrush.

You couldn’t wait to compliment Edward on his amazing writing.

During your entire school day, everything was too bright, too loud, and too annoying. Your head throbbed tremendously and your eyes felt like they weighed 100 ton.

To your surprise, Edward did keep his word. Carlisle faxed over a doctor’s note to your school to make up your attendance from the day before.

You didn’t even pay attention to Kim talking to you at your locker. You just stared at the flower that was beginning to show signs of age.

In class, you were slumped and silent. Your textbook was opened, your notebook was opened, but nothing could process.

Your mind eventually drifted off to the stories that you overheard on the beach with Billy Black’s son.

“They’re just scary stories.” You remember hearing him say to his brunette friend.

You shake your head a bit as you accused yourself of overthinking. There’s just no way things like that exist. It’s all Hollywood stuff.

At lunch, you flopped down next to Kim. You yawned so much, your jaw felt like it was about to break. You were too tired to even eat. You put your head down.

“Are you okay?” Kim asks.

“I’m so tired.” You admit with a groan. You were glad it was the last day before the weekend. You knew a place where you would get good sleep.

“Let me guess, worked on a piece.”

You just nod stiffly.

In history, you turned in your assignment. Paul still was a no show. Even though you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve bet your entire bank account that Jared didn’t come either. The teacher allowed the rest of the class period to be a study hall.

You briefly fell asleep.

The teacher taps you. Students were already leaving out of the door.

“Filling in Paul’s shoes today?”

You shake your head as you muttered out a sorry before leaving out of the class, hearing the dismissal bell.

On the bus ride to Port Angeles, you didn’t care how tired you were, you just wanted to see Edward. You hoped you two could spend an actual weekend of hanging out.

The bus ride was silent. You sat near a window with your cheek pressed to the cold glass. People did chatter around you but their voices were muffled in your brain.

When the bus hissed to a stop, you stepped off slowly. Your bag felt like you were carrying a hundred pounds. Your joints felt like they were rusted metal.

There he was.

Standing there, waiting for you to get off of the bus. Your heart lurched with excitement as you greet him with a tired smile.

You couldn’t even speak, not that you had to. His arms were already wrapped around you without a word. He tucked you under his chin as he held you like you were something fragile and beloved. You clutch him back, your eyes closed against him.

He pulled back, taking your hand before leading you to his car.

Once he settled in his seat, he didn’t drive off yet. He stared at you. You stared at him back. He looked haunted as if he himself hadn’t gotten sleep.

He leaned, placing a delicate kiss on your cheek. A soft smile graced your lips because you thought that the brush of his lips were a bit ticklish. He only pulled back some before you turn your face and his mouth moved over yours slowly. It wasn’t rushed or wild. It was tender and grounding like he was trying to anchor you back into yourself.

You were breathless and lightheaded when he pulled away. As he drove, he glanced over at you before turning his eyes back onto the road.

“You look tired.” He spoke in a low tone. It as if he expected it.

You leaned with your head back in his seat, closing your eyes a bit, “Yeah…I read your entire journal. Freaked me out…I didn’t stop reading. Even when it scared me.”

You look for his reaction, but his jaw was tight as he stared at the road.

You noticed that he didn’t go in the normal direction to his home, he flicked on the turn signal and continued to drive. He was still silent.

“Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know.” He whispered. He looked stressed. This worried you a bit.

“What does that mean?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out.”

You turn your head to the windshield watching the scene in front of you. It was unfamiliar.

The roads turned into old gravel, you sat in silence watching the trees pass.

The car slowed, tires barely screeching to a stop. This was nowhere near the Cullen household.

Edward got out, rounded to your door and opening it, “Come with me.”

You looked at his troubled face. You hesitated as you got out cautiously. When you stepped out, the nippy air made you shudder.

He immediately shrugged off his jacket before putting it on you without saying anything. Your body was grateful and your nose was grateful to breathe in the continuous smell of him. You stuffed your hands in the pockets.

“Are you going to be showing me something?”

“Yes. And we walk after.” He says quietly.

He walked. You followed. You both walked in silence through trees, the crunches were loud under your feet, but not his. After what felt like forever, the woods opened up.

A meadow.

It took your breath away. It looked like something out of a dream. The patches of wildflowers and moss was colorful, even though the hidden sun hadn’t set fire to them with the sunlight.

“Oh my god.” You whispered with a smile as you look at him.

“I found this place…Some time ago..This place brings me serenity.”

“It’s beautiful. It looks like a painting.”

He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

That’s when he started tugging your hand, you both sit down. You clutch his hand tighter to transfer your body heat to his cold hand. He sat close beside you with his forearms resting on his knees, fingers intertwined with yours, looking across the field before speaking in a hardened tone, “Tell me what you thought about it. All of it. Don’t spare my feelings.”

You blinked at the seriousness in his tone. He was too serious so you spoke quietly, “I’ll be honest.”

He nods as he finally looks at you.

You took a breath as you smiled a bit to soften his mood, “Terrifying of course…Beautifully written. And honest. There were moments where I forgot it was you writing it,” you nervously chuckled, you could feel his intense gaze as you looked at your hand that was currently in his, “The narrator was so cold and calculated. There were lines were I thought that the person you were writing about, didn’t feel any guilt. But, the more I read, there was hesitation. Remorse. And honestly it made it worse because it seemed so real. It felt so real.”

You meet his unreadable gaze as he spoke, “Do you think it’s real?”

You hesitated, “Is it?”

“What if I told you,” he spoke slowly, still holding your gaze in his, “That every word is true?”

You laughed before you playfully nudge him, he didn’t crack a smile, “Nice try.”

“I’m serious.” He sternly said. You frown a bit at his tone.

“Edward. I get it. You did write that good but come on,” you tilt your head, “I’m sleep deprived, I could be hallucinating and you’re taking full advantage of that to scare me.”

He seemed very serious.

“Why are you trying to scare me?…Its not funny..I’m tired.” You say quietly.

“I should scare you.” He leaned slowly. You only stare at him. You yank your hand out of his and huffed at him with annoyance.

“Quit it or I’ll tell you to take me to my stop..What are you even talk-”

You gasp as he grabbed and flung your arm effortlessly to have you hoisted on his back.

“Edward, what are you doing?” You ask in a timid voice.

“Whatever you do, don’t let go.” He told you before he took off.

It was all a blur.

Wind rushed past your ears. You were glad that you were bundled in his jacket because it would’ve made you colder. Your arms were so tightly wrapped around his neck, you’re surprised you haven’t choked him.

Your breath hitched with every leap, every sharp turn. You clung to him as he climbed like animals, flew like shadows. Your legs tightened around his waist as your stomach tightened. It was like he was going to break the forest, rather it break him.

The ground grew steeper and mossier. You both were in mossy mountains as he slowed to a stop, carefully letting you slide off of his back.

Your legs trembled, you could barely breathe, and your hands were shaking. You slump against the mossy boulder to steady yourself.

“What..What the hell was that?” You pant. It was like he was a superhero. You didn’t expect comic books to be accurate. You weren’t sure if you were sure of reality anymore.

He turns from having his back towards you. Slowly. He takes a step forward.

“I’m not human, Y/N…I haven’t been for a long time.” He spoke with meaning. His golden gaze pierced into yours.

At first you couldn’t speak, but you knew you needed answers.

“W-what are you?” You asked softly.

“You already know…You’ve always known.”

You didn’t respond as he stepped back, his gaze was filled with fear.

“I’m not good. I’m not safe. I was trying to protect you from this.”

“What are you then?” You shakily asked again. You needed to hear him say it out of his mouth.

“The stories are true Y/N,” he whispered, “What you overheard, was true. I’m what you call a cold one…Vampire.”

You stood there as you just gawked at him.

The story books had it all wrong. You’ve always known what Dracula looked like. But, this was different.

It spun you for a loop that you would be unknowingly spend most of your time with a cold one. A vampire.

“But-but we k-kissed..We….” You sadly spoke out, your shoulders sagged, “You’re going to kill me, right?” You felt sick to your stomach.

He flinched like you slapped him. He shook his head with a deep frown.

“No. No, Y/N…I kissed you like any man in love might because…Because I’m in love with you…I won’t kill you, Y/N. Never. Not even my family….But my kind will. My world is too dangerous..You should know…The truth. You reading the journal was perfect. It was an unfiltered glimpse of what’s in my world.”

You started breathing hard as you really took him in with your eyes. Everything about him was perfect. Too perfect. His golden eyes, you now knew they weren’t a medical condition.

“That’s why..You didn’t eat..That’s why you feel so hard and cold…..You’re dead,” You whispered as you look at him, “What..How long have you been like this?”

“Since 1918.”

“19-…” you swallowed as him helping you with your project flooded your mind. That’s how he knew some much. Not from reading, but from actually living it.

“I’m sorry if you’re afraid…I just…I felt like I found something good after so many years of trying to float through life…You’ve breathed something back into me…I just wanted to protect you.”

“I’m not…Afraid of you.” You shake your head.

“You should be.”

“Maybe….But, I’m not.” You say as you, yourself couldn’t figure out why. If anything, you strangely felt safe. Like he would protect you from anything.

He huffed with slight frustration and started to unbutton some of his buttons on his shirt. He walked towards the ray of light from the sun that was peaking out through the trees.

As soon as he stepped into the light, your breath caught. You couldn’t look away even if you tried.

His skin shimmered brighter than diamonds. It was like his entire soul was luminous. It was beautiful. Inhuman. It was like something only one could see in their dreams.

The sight was beautiful. Your fingers immediately itched to recreate the image on a canvas.

Tears flooded your eyes. You drop your head as hot tears ran down your face. Your shoulders shuddered as you just let it out.

It was strange. You felt sad. A tad upset even. You thought back on all of those times where you both talked and he could’ve told you then. You just didn’t understand it. You didn’t understand why he didn’t make you feel worthy of the truth.

“I knew it,” he murmured, “I knew this would hurt you. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want this. I love what we had.”

“You lied to me,” you choke out as you wipe your tears, “The lies hurt worse than the truth!” You bell out.

His brows furrowed as he blinked slowly.

“I’m sorry.”

You look away.

“What else? What else you haven’t told me?”

“…Me becoming who I am, made me have an ability….I can read the minds of others.. Just like in the journal.”

“So you’ve read how I felt about you, how I’ve been-….How I’ve been falling for you, Edward.” You replied as you shake your head at the ground.

“That’s the thing…I haven’t..”

You look up at him in confusion. His eyes hurt too much to look in. All that came was the memories of the laughter you two shared, the happiness, the softness that he would look at you with those eyes.

It hurt more than to see a monster.

“You’ve killed people…”

“I have…But, not for a long time…My family and I have a different diet. Our diet is animal blood instead of human blood…Carlisle introduced it to us.”

You look down at the mossy ground. A wave of relief hit you, but you couldn’t help but feel deceived.

“Would you like to go home?”

“Yes.” You whispered. He nodded painfully in acceptance.

The drive to the bus stop was heavily silent. You kept your head in your hand. You couldn’t stop crying.

You opened the car door and dragged your feet once he stopped at the bus stop. He opened his mouth to say something but the hurt on your face, discouraged him. He couldn’t take you looking at him with wet eyes.

At home, you locked yourself in your room and cried. A lot. You didn’t know what was real, what was fake.

You had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. When you woke up, you cried again because it all came back to you as reality set in. It wasn’t just some nightmare.

You cried while you painted the image in the sunlight. The sun bouncing off of his chest from his open shirt.

When you were finished, you threw the paintbrush.

The painting stared back at you with complete vividness.

You wanted to hate him but all you felt was deep care for him. There was so many questions that you wanted to ask. So many things you wanted to know.

He had been seventeen for the past century and you found yourself deeply curious about his experience of life. You were curious of why he was changed into a cold one.

That weekend dragged slower than molasses.

You didn’t want to be home alone, you decided to sit at the beach the next morning.

Nobody would even understand.

You didn’t even bring your sketchbook.

You sat on a fallen log at the beach. You hugged yourself as you wore his jacket. You buried your nose in his smell. It helped soothe the pain that was ignited in your chest.

You realized, you missed him as you watched the waves.

“Who made you cry?”

You sniffed and wiped the tears you didn’t even know that fell. Your blurry vision focused on Paul. He peered down at you with dark eyes.

He didn’t look sick enough to miss school. But, he looked different. A bit older even.

He was more muscular than you remembered. A wifebeater was sported on his body even though it was chilly. A tattoo sat on his shoulder. It looked like he was initiated into something.

A gang?

He definitely towered over you.

He held your gaze as if he was trying to find something. The eye contact made you uncomfortable. They didn’t soothe you like the liquid golden ones did. You look away.

“Just thinking.” You mumbled.

“Can I cheer you up?” He asks.

You shrugged in defeat. He sits next to you. You wished he would leave. You wanted to sulk alone.

“You and Cullen have a break up?”

“We weren’t dating.” You whispered and the words stung your chest as you said those words. You discreetly rub your chest.

“You two looked pretty cozy to me when I saw you in Port Angeles.”

“Jealous?” You muttered bitterly. He chuckled lightly.

“Look…I do see how focused you are…I’m telling you that..The Cullens aren’t what they seem.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled with a shrug.

“So…You know?”

“Know what?” You turn to him and his expression was serious. He scoped the scenery, a bit of people were there but they weren’t close enough to hear.

“That they’re really apart of the legends here in La Push…The cold ones.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Yeah.”

He looked semi shocked.

“Have you known this entire time?”

“No…I just found out…Ed-….He…Told me.”

“I bet he didn’t tell you everything.” He spoke with narrowed eyes.

“He literally did…And what’s it to you?” You frowned. He shakes his head.

“No. He didn’t. Because you would know why me and Jared haven’t been coming to school, we can’t. You would know why…Why you felt what you felt when you looked at me.”

“Why haven’t you and Jared been coming to school? And I didn’t feel anything so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The shifters, the protectors. I’m one of them.”

“What?..,So, I’m surrounded by monsters?” You say with a roll of your eyes as you stand up.

The shifters in the legends killed the cold ones. You frown as Paul’s job would be to kill Edward. Your fists clenched tightly as the thought crossed your mind.

He stands up as well, his jaw tight, “The only monsters in this world was the ones that you were hanging with..They’re dangerous, Y/N. The shifters protect you from them.”

You look down. You didn’t feel like you were in danger.

“I don’t need protection. His family don’t hurt humans.” You spoke defensively to your surprise. To his surprise too.

“Yeah but they’re the reason why me and Jared can’t be regular teenagers anymore.”

“Stop blaming him. If the stories are actually true, then the shifter’s bloodline ignite the trait..Not the Cullens.” You say and you start walking off.

He follows.

“Regardless. You’re willingly putting yourself in danger by hanging with them.”

“Whatever.” You muttered.

“Look, I can drive you home.” He points to his car at the beach parking lot.

It definitely didn’t have the sleekness of Edward’s car. It felt wrong to be sitting in his passenger seat. The smell of his car had nothing on the mouthwatering smell of Edward’s car.

Paul glanced over as he drove, you hugged your waist as you glared at the windshield.

“Do you remember the other stories?” He asked. He didn’t drive as smooth as Edward or even Alice.

“Barely.”

“What about the one about imprinting?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.” You say with boredom as you knew that your street was about to come up, “What even is that?”

“It’s when…The shifter finds their other half…it’s like an intense version of love at first sight. It shows the wolf who they’re meant to be with.”

“It sounds like romanticized mind control.” You snort.

“It’s not what it is at all. It just speeds up the process of finding your true soulmate…It’s a gift from the spirits for protecting the people.”

You took your seatbelt off as he rode down your street. He stopped with a loud screech in front of your house.

You opened the car door, you bend down a bit, “Thanks.”

“We can talk more.”

“We’ll see.” You say as you were uninterested. You turn and walk into your home before he could say anymore.

You stared at your painting. The figure was bright, almost godly in a way. It was a true depiction of what you saw. What you saw in Edward. The shine of the varnish made it pop. In your opinion, it was your favorite painting.

You grab it and also your canvas that you made for the art competition.

You mailed off your competitive piece at the post office in Forks. As you were walking out, the familiar car made your heart stopped as you gripped your wooden canvas.

The petite girl was now in your eyesight.

“A-Alice?”

“Hi, Y/N.” She greeted with a gentle smile. She gives you a hug. You were still in shock, you couldn’t even hug her back but she didn’t care.

You couldn’t find yourself to be mad at her as you melt into her hug. But, you could help but to ask, “Why? Why haven’t you, at least told me?”

“I wanted to…But, Edward wanted to be the one to break the news.”

“You were my friend first.”

“I know,” her eyes softened, “But, this makes it all easier now..I saw us still being best friends, Y/N. You’re still in our future.” She says with glee.

You sigh sadly as you look down.

“The family misses you. He misses you.”

“There’s so much…There’s so much to know.”

“I will answer some questions. Come on.” She says as she takes a peak at the painting you’re holding.

In her car, you still didn’t feel like you were in danger.

“Was that from when he told you?” She asks you, gesturing the painting as she drove.

“Yeah.” You whispered.

“This should bring us closer, Y/N. There’s no more secrets now.”

“How did you…Become a cold one? And why are you so nice?”

“I don’t remember much about my human life. I just remember the pain. But, it was to save my life…Y/N, when you entered Fork’s hospital, I saw a future with us with you in it. I became so excited.”

“But, I didn’t see you at the hospital. Just Carlisle, Edward, and Rosalie….What do you mean you saw a future?”

“I can see one’s future based on the decisions that one makes.”

You nod as the Cullen residence was coming into view, “That’s a cool…Ability.”

She turns to you, “Edward didn’t lie to hurt you. He lied to keep what you two had…Just please talk to him. I’m not saying this because he’s my brother, but it’s true that you brought peace to all of us.”

You nod slowly. You both get out of the car. She zipped to your side in a blur.

She takes one of your hands as you both walk up the stairs.

You entered the home. The family was there in the front of the home, staring at you. It was as if they now knew that you knew.

You study each of their faces.

Esme stepped forward and gave you a hug. You saw Carlisle giving you an apologetic look. Emmett holding Rosalie close as she gave what seemed to be a look of pity. Jasper stood distant as he watched you with a neutral expression. A wave of calmness took over the room as you closed your eyes a bit against Esme.

You pull back a bit as you clutched your canvas close to you.

“So…It’s true?…This entire time…”

“Sweetheart, we-” Esme started but Rosalie cut her off with a hand up from her folded arms. She stared dead at you to make sure you listened to every word.

“No. No sugar coating. Yes, Y/N. It’s true. It’s who we are.” She spoke bluntly.

You nodded dumbly in acknowledgment.

“So…What was everything? Was it all fake? You were feeding me so I could be nice and plump for you all to take me out?” You ask as you raise your voice.

“We don’t hunt humans, Y/N. Only animals. That’s what makes us different.” Alice spoke quietly.

You felt a wave of relief take over you.

“We truly do care about you.” Esme spoke.

Your eyes fell as you haven’t remembered the last time your parents have said that. It almost sounded foreign to your ears. Especially from them.

“None of it was fake.” Carlisle spoke out in reassurance.

“Where is he? Edward.” You whispered.

Alice only glanced up. You turn towards the steps.

You slowly walk up the stairs.

You slowly walk in the hallway, going straight to his room.

His door was slightly cracked. You raise your hand to knock but you figured if he was a cold one, he could hear you enter the home itself.

“You can come in.” You hear his melodic voice through the door. You close your eyes and internally sigh as a wave of emotions hit you.

You gently push the door open. He sat still on the perfectly made up bed. A book was in his hand. He really looked like a statue.

He had a look as if he was impatiently waiting for you.

“Hi.” You say.

“Hi.” He twitched a small smile. You couldn’t help but return it softly.

“Do you…Do you wanna talk?” You spoke quietly.

He sets his book to the side as he nodded eagerly. You stayed at his doorway as you leaned against it. He stands up and walks past you, brushing his fabric against you. You follow him.

In the cubby, you both sat with distance. It was like a deep hum that vibrated within you to scoot over. You wanted to be as close as possible to him. But, you didn’t know if it was a good idea.

He never stopped staring at you, but his face was filled with broodiness.

You clutched your knees to your chest as you sat against the cushions. The canvas was faced down.

“Um..I just needed time to just get my mind together.” You spoke quietly.

“I understand..I shouldn’t have kissed you.” He spoke quietly.

“I just wanted to let you know that…You didn’t force me into the kiss…I wanted to kiss you…I did enjoy your company.” You admit.

“You can’t take back the kiss,” he spoke quietly, “But I can take myself out of your life if that’s what you need.”

You look down, “I didn’t say that..”

“I’m leaving. I’m going somewhere far. Far to where I won’t have the urge to come back. You can have your space. I’m once again truly sorry that I dragged you into this world. It was very selfish of me….Everything was real to me. You made me want to live life again.”

Your heart cracked so hard, you nearly fell apart.

You scoot closer. You expected to feel fear as you got closer to him but you didn’t. Your knees were against his as you sat close to his frozen body. The hum was deep with satisfaction within your soul.

You peered at his eyes that were watching you. The topaz colored eyes showed the weight he’s been trying to hide. Years of experience. More experience than you could even wrap your mind around. The eyes of seeing so much, in so much time. You look down at your lap.

You try to lighten up the intense mood with a forced smile, “Well, wherever you’re going, I hope it’s beautiful.”

He shakes his head softly before rolling his eyes with a soft scoff.

“What?” You ask in genuine confusion. His eyes snapped to yours.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“I….” You scoff with a blink, “What do you want me to say? That I want you to stay and risk everything? That I cried so much when I got home that I feel like I’ve ran out of tears? That I haven’t been able to sleep at night because Im still in awe of you instead of being terrified? That I can’t believe that this is all real?”

“Y/N…”

“This is complicated…I still like you, despite all of this, which confuses me…I’m just more angry that those times where we opened up to each other, you didn’t want to tell me. We were friends, Edward.”

“I would’ve told you and scared you away. There’s no way I could’ve handled you looking at me with fear and disgust..” He spoke softly and carefully.

You reached across the space between you two and put your hand in his. His eyes met yours with slight disbelief. You were still there.

“I still want to go to formal with you.” You whispered.

He opened his mouth, shut it, before opening it again in a whisper, “You do?”

You nodded.

“Why?” He whispered.

“Because…If I tell Alice I’m not going anymore and to halt the designing, she’ll flip.”

He chuckled softly, it made you break a gentle smile.

You both stared.

It was like you both lost common sense, you both leaned closer and closer. The kiss was soft and tender. He pulled you closer in. You kissed him like you couldn’t stop, it was true because you couldn’t, and he kissed you like he’d never get another chance.

You both finally broke apart. Foreheads were pressed together as he softly stole more soft pecks.

“We have to stop.” You whispered sadly.

“Why?” He whispered, he leaned forward.

You pulled back, scooting away from him. Your heart was still pounding.

“We can’t….We have to be friends.”

His expression crumbled. Both beautiful and heart wrenching. Like the world had slipped from underneath him.

“Friends.” He laughed once, bitter and sharp, “After all of this? I’m entirely in love with you, Y/N.”

“It’s complicated, Edward because I think I’m in love with you too…This is complicated.”

“Love is complicated,” He tells you as he gently squeezed your hand, “You think I can handle being around you and pretend that I don’t feel something more? That I can just turn it off? I can’t.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

He numbly didn’t say another word.

“When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. After sunrise.” He spoke deeply in defeat.

So soon.

Too soon.

Tears sting behind your eyes but you blinked them away.

“You’ve become my calm. I’ve never had that before.”

He became your calm too. You felt belonging.

“Will you be back?” You asked timidly.

He didn’t say anything. He glared ahead.

“I don’t want you to go.” You whispered.

He looked at you like he wanted to memorize your face forever.

“It hurts more than anything, but if I don’t go now, I’ll never be able to.”

You nodded with your jaw tight, “I didn’t expect it to hurt,” you said with your voice breaking, “Not this much.”

The idea of him leaving was setting in. He had became apart of your routine, it would cause a void. You knew it. You dreaded it.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your calm and peace. You were fine. I’ll allow you to safely be human. Experience human experiences with other humans instead of people pretending to be human….Date a human, even.”

You didn’t like the sound of that. There was no way you could go back to normal after everything. Everything without him felt so dull.

You couldn’t help it. You didn’t like the sound of that at all. You leaned in and kissed him soft. He immediately clutched to you, scooting you closer to him. It was unhurried. He kissed you like he needed to leave himself behind in your heartbeat. You kissed him back just as desperately.

You broke the contact, face still close to his as you caressed his cheek, “You don’t have to leave, okay? I’m not telling you to leave.”

“I have to.” He cupped your cheek.

“You don’t…”

“I’ll write.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as they betrayed you by falling down. He wiped them as quickly as they fell.

“It will be okay…I’ll make sure it’ll be as if I’ve never existed.”

But that’s what you didn’t want. The time you both spent together was meaningful. It felt important. You wanted more of that time.

But, you understood his guilt.

“I brought something. Before you do go.” You say as your voice came to a steady stream.

You rise up and walk where you had set the canvas face down. You took a deep breath as you held it.

“I made this the night of when you showed me and told me everything….This is what I saw…I didn’t see some monstrous being that was portrayed in the journal…” you whispered as he impatiently looked at the canvas. You finally turned it around and his eyes twinkled with awe.

“You are the only mind I can see in color,” he whispered, “I would give up every thought I’ve ever stolen if it meant I could live in your light for one more second.”

“Keep it..Keep the painting…I don’t want us to forget each other…Instead…I want you to remember how I feel…”

He shakes his head as he took in the painting, “Why do you see me like this?” He whispered painfully.

“I can’t help it,” you shrug sadly, “The moment you stepped into the light, I never saw anything that blinding before in my life..You were in my dreams, not nightmares, but my actual dreams…Look, you don’t have to leave, Edward. We can talk. You can tell me everything, just please don’t hide things from me anymore…I won’t even bring up this vampire thing if that’s what you want. It’ll be as if you’ve never told me.”

You just didn’t want him to leave.

He sets the painting to the side. He’s to you in a flash as he crushes you in a hug. You hug him back tighter.

“If I do tell you everything, you will think worse of me.” He muffled in your neck. You shivered, feeling the slight chill of his breath as you fist the back of his shirt to keep yourself steady, it felt like your legs were jelly.

“I won’t. What’s the point in still hiding if I know things at this point?….I meant it when I said I can help you.”

“That’s the problem. You help me too much.”

“How? I haven’t even done anything yet.” You softly say.

He pulls back enough to see your face. He searches your eyes.

“Just your presence alone…It’s like you took away the pain I’ve been carrying for the past century….I now remember what’s it like…To not crave blood….To not allow my wild instincts take over…To just be myself…Not just me but, this entire house.”

“W-what?…What does that mean?” You blinked.

“You’re like morphine….I don’t know what it is but…It wraps around me like warmth. I feel safe.”

You look down.

Everything about them saying how you brung calmness, how you brought peace, it was all making sense.

“When we get thirsty, it feels like our throats are inflamed…That’s what drives us to satisfy the thirst.…Being around you make the pain go away..With you, it was so easy to feel normal. To be ourselves. You do this to us just by being yourself..It’s been so long where I can just take a deep breath, smell an actual human and not fantasize about killing them.” He cupped your face.

“I remember you saying you could read minds..How come you said you couldn’t read mine?”

“I can read your mind but not like I can with the typical person..It’s different. Your mind…It’s incredible…There’s so many colors…It’s…” he shakily chuckles a bit, “It’s like you’re speaking to me in a language more beautiful than any thought I’ve ever read…It’s like watching a living painting constantly unfold.”

“What, like…Synesthesia or something?”

He sighs as he thinks deeply.

“Somewhat..But better..It’s hard to explain with words. But it’s like color fields. Textural emotion. Especially when we kiss..It’s euphoric to my own mind..Like I’m experiencing a high on a psychedelic.”

Your heart stuttered as he looked deeply enamored.

“Alice can see the future. You can read minds…What about the others?”

“Jasper controls emotions.”

“So…This is probably why we couldn’t control how we felt towards each other. Because of him.” You decided. He frowned deeply.

“No. What about those times where we were together alone? We’ve spent plenty of time together alone…Jasper only made you feel safe and at ease during the times he did use his power because he can feel your emotions..You felt lonely..Kind of like me,” he spoke softly, “He had the most trouble dealing with our diet. He’s never had anyone bring him peace like that before, especially a human…He’s appreciative of your presence, Y/N…We all are.”

You didn’t say anything as you stared down.

It was silent for a long time until he broke it with a whisper.

“You don’t want to try?…At least?” He brushed his thumb delicately on your cheeks. Your face ran hot and his touch tingled like tiny shocks.

The idea seemed tempting. But you had what he didn’t.

Time.

You just couldn’t kid yourself.

“Let’s just be friends,” You replied quietly as the words tasted like acid, “You don’t have to leave.”

His face fell at that.

“I can’t do that. My feelings are frozen. I’ve fallen too hard. It will only just make things harder for us.”

You step back as he lingered his touch, he didn’t want to let you go. Your body and soul screamed for you to change your mind. You pushed it down.

Reaching into your bag, you pull out the aged, leather journal.

“Here…I don’t look at you any different..I see someone who has been through a lot of pain…Just know, that you don’t have to go through things alone.” You spoke quietly.

His fingers brushed against yours as he took his journal back. He stared down at it like he wanted to rip his own book into shreds.

“Do you want your jacket back?” You whispered.

“No. Have it.” He answered immediately.

“Okay.” You nod, as you bit back your smile.

“So…You now know the real reason why I can never take you home…It kills me. I can’t even protect you there.”

“Yeah.” You whispered as you look down, “But, it’s okay, Edward. No one bothers me. You don’t have to worry about me.”

He looked conflicted on something. You searched his eyes to see if he would spit something out. He did speak.

“We can go to the formal…I’ll wait on my departure. But after, I will let you go. As much as I don’t want to, I have to do the right thing…I care about you too much.”

You nod sadly. Two months. You could work with that. He tugged your hand and you both sit down closely on the cushions.

“Thank you for being good to me…You made me feel seen…And for teaching me how to dance.” You chuckled softly, he smiled a bit before he took your gaze in his.

“Thank for showing me what hope looks like.” He whispered.

It was comfortably silent as you both drank in each other’s presence.

“So…You were at the hospital when I saw you, Carlisle and Rosalie…Did you hurt someone?” You asked cautiously as you caress the back of his hand. He watched.

“No…I saved someone..”

“Edward. Then, you’re not a monster.”

His eyes snapped up to yours.

“I only saved her..Because I couldn’t handle her blood splattering on the concrete…Her blood was the most mouthwatering scent I’ve ever smelled…I’m not a hero.”

“Regardless of how you look at it, you saved someone’s life..Quit being so hard on yourself..”

“It’s hard not to. Especially, seeing what I am.”

“You don’t see what I see.” You whispered as you caressed a finger against his cheekbone. Sure his skin was hard, but he showed to have a soft heart. He looked at you with a very soft gaze. You look away. You couldn’t handle it when he looked at you like that. You squeezed his hard and cold hand.

You then decided right then, that whenever he left, you would want to leave too. Staying in Washington would be too painful.

You didn’t want to go to art school or college. But, you decided to try to go. Maybe it would help make you forget the painful memories if your brain was over cluttered with keeping yourself busy.

[neigepomme]

giving more info on cowboy!caleb au..

caleb used to do bullriding, but a pretty gnarly injury to his right arm caused him to stop. he recovered after a long while but has stopped bullriding — he still participates in rodeos (roping competitions mainly) every once in a while tho! he's always amongst the winners and often spotted tending to the horses after the rodeo. his favorite sport is barrel racing, and ambrosia is a local champion.

other than that, he chooses to stay and help out at the ranch — even though he does have a college degree in aerospace engineering, mind you. it feels like home, and although he isn't exactly an introvert, there's a lot of comfort in being surrounded by the animals (plus he couldn't possibly leave ambrosia to another cowboy's hands — that's his darling horse).

speaking of his horse, ambrosia is a black thoroughbred mare. his father told him to be careful with picking a name since he couldn't change it afterward (cowboy superstition), and young caleb decided to name her ambrosia because of the star marking on her face that looked a bit like an apple shape. honeycrisp was too common of a name, but ambrosia flowed nicely — he could also call her rosie. she's an insanely smart mare, and caleb's had her since he was 14. she's a bit wary of strangers and has a hard time letting anyone but caleb ride her.

caleb's also pretty popular within the community! i mean, who wouldn't fall for that smile.. but he genuinely is a breath of fresh air, and the elders adore him. lots of the older gentlemen say that he reminds them of real cowboys, their own grandfathers. he's an honest and hard-working man who gets along with kids and adults alike and a gorgeous face — those who dislike him are few and far between.

[saingirl101]

Sacrament of the Hound - (Complete)

(aka a Commune Jayce Dark-fic that isn't good or bad ending but a secret third thing)

Chapter 12: Epilogue - Hymn of the Lovers

Pairing: Jayvik

Fandom: Arcane

Rating: Explicit

PLEASE READ CONTENT WARNINGS AT THE START OF THE CHAPTER.

Chapter 12 Summary Teaser:

Viktor frowns as he considers the one missing piece in their new life here. Jayce by his side. Unfortunately, since they last spoke on the Astral plane that night four months ago Jayce has been deep in his transformative sleep. The sleep wasn't surprising given how his metamorphosis occurred, what made Viktor anxious was that his transformation only took a few weeks and meanwhile, Jayce had been asleep for several months with no indication when he would wake. As a result, he’s thrown himself into these daily tasks around the commune with more interest than is probably warranted. Anything to avoid returning to their empty home or worse the Sanctum that has become Jayce’s recovery chamber. That’s nothing to say of the astral plane where Jayce’s soul lies limply behind a glass case. It reminds him in a horrible way of the memory he’d see of little Oriana, floating in a death-like state. The only concession he’s made is having his soul form sit against the glass case, waiting for the time his beloved will awaken.

Story Cover Art Commissioned from: Wetcatjayce / Howling-wizard

[losver07]

heyy so i've lost a couple of friends lately and tbh i know it was my fault and umm im feeling a bit down so do yall have any tips? like idk silly selfcare stuff or movies to watch or smth :)