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thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole · 11 months ago

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ACTUALLY MY HEART ASKED FOR THIS AND YOU ANSWERED. hi kristin i love you this post was a joy to read and now im going to make it even longer by tagging my responses on instead of making my own post. true friendship is destroying everyone elses dashboards with our fanfic answers <33333

1 - How many works do you have on Ao3?

15 on Ao3 and quite a few more who exist only in the google docs for now! Because I have been too lazy to post them <333

2 - What's your total Ao3 word count?

114,087. which come to think of it I'm really proud of????? I didn't know I wrote that much and that's like, not even all of the fic I've written for this fandom, that's pretty cool :)

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Honestly, I only write for The Starless Sea now, and maybe someday there'll be some other fandom that inspires me enough to write about it, but I don't honestly know when or if that's going to happen. I feel like I could write for lifetimes about these characters. I used to write a lot of fandoms in my younger childhood tho lol- my last big fandom, which I was on Wattpad with, distressingly, was The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken, which is also why I joined Tumblr and I still definitely have mutuals from there, shoutout to yall. I also wrote very cringy School for Good and Evil, Wings of Fire, Percy Jackson, Ever After High, and Dragonriders of Pern fanfic when I was little those were the DAYS my god I handwrote that shit in notebooks my family gave me

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Safe Forever, Boyfriend Material, Cherry Blossoms, Like Home, and Where the Stars Curve, in that order! I'm not shocked those ones all slap and Dorian cries in the top one lmao

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Honestly, I usually don't, for the simple reason that most of the comments I get are from friends who are already in my Discord server and with whom I've already talked about the fic there. Sometimes if someone (cough cough Kristin cough cough) leaves a very in depth comment about the fic and says things that either we haven't talked about or that are so interesting that I want to talk about them again, I'll respond. Sometimes when my heart is particularly warmed by a comment I'll just respond in hearts. And on the rare occasion I get a comment from someone I don't already know, I also aggressively invite them to the Discord lol

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Listen, man. none of them. I am a sucker for a happy ending. All of my fics, other than the Rollins AU, are short, often hurt/comfort or just plain fluff, and end in softness and safety and comfort and joy; my only full-length project that actually tells a complete story also has a happy ending, and is meant to be an uplifting and hopeful kind of story. So yeah none of them lol

7 - What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, like, all of them, I would have to say. But for this one the Rollins AU is actually definitely the correct answer- it really is the only fic of mine that has a real and true ending because it's a real and true story, rather than a snippet of a life being lived, as the rest of mine are. They actually go through a journey and an experience in this story, and by the end of it they're together and working things out and their lives are significantly improving and everyone is happier than they were before. I personally was hugely emotional over that particular happy ending lol

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Not in the slightest, ever. The Starless Sea fandom are a bunch of angels, truly, Kristin wasn't lying. I am so lucky to be in such a kind fandom <333

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Legally no? Lol there are some unreleased forbidden chapters in my google docs, from some of the aus that either are being written or are someday going to be written. i guess y'all will just have to wait til next august when i turn eighteen lol

10 - Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not in my Starless Sea era. Back in the old days, I have no idea, I wrote a lot I think- because I didn't so much think of my fanfiction the way I do now, it was just stories I was writing, and I could take characters or worlds from whatever the fuck I wanted. The concept of fanfiction kind of changed that I guess, though I did dabble in crossovers after that.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Lol imagine? No I've never written a fic that I can even imagine getting stolen, my fandom is so small. What happened with that bit of Fateheart for Kristin was bizarre though lol

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

LMAO IMAGINE? that'd be rad

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet...but someone is threatening to...Starless Sea 4 look out...................

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

I fear my answers to these questions are becoming boringly similar to Kristin's but yes OBVIOUSLY Zachary and Dorian, though their iterations in AUs (namely the Rollins AU lol) are included in that. Second place has to go to Owain and Stephen from Mags's WIP. They have my heart forever <33333

15 - What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It's funny, a couple months ago I would've said the Rollins AU. Now I'm not sure. That was my clear favorite among every WIP until it suddenly wasn't a WIP anymore, and now...I don't know? Part of it is that I have a lot more belief now that I actually can and will finish some of my other longer WIPs. I want to finish Knights Who Break Hearts and Hearts Who Break Knights and i doubt i ever will, lol.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

mmmmm sometimes i write and its good ?????????? I don't know I find it very hard to quantify strengths. Like that's genuinely it sometimes I write something and I'm like wow shit man that slaps and I don't know why or how and probably will not be able to reproduce it lmao

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

mmmmmm inconsistency. my ability to complete anything, even short fics, is strained at best. the Rollins AU is the only longterm fic project or writing project of any kind, fandom or not, that I've ever finished or even come close to finishing. I have loads of really short fics that i haven't even managed to finish. my writing ability is fickle and comes in random bursts. also I am simply lazy at constructing intricate plots, i'm good at emotions and drama and fluff and hurt/comfort (i'd like to think) but part of why I struggle with longer things is that even when I have a plot idea that looks good from afar, plotting details and making it complex enough to become a lengthy writing project is something that often falls apart when i look at it too closely. so there's that

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

honestly I am simply too lazy. i do use other language petnames in fics sometimes, specifically i have made many google searches and internet investigations of arabic petnames for dorian to use for zachary and i probably have a list somewhere lol- also we in the discord server made a general list of favorite endearments in varied languages for the same purpose, because dorian would be definitely calling zachary all sorts of random cute shit from every part of the world and we happen to have a lot of international friends on the discord server who have contributed to that <3333

also shoutout to kristin and your example for this question that i could place instantly for the fic and scene its from. tabs my beloved <333333333

19 - What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Oh good lord. I can't say for certain because ive been writing fanfiction ever since i could write, but prooooooobably percy jackson? i wrote a lot of very fluffy solangelo fic back in my day, didnt post it anywhere because i wasnt online at all back then except for like, to google search fanart of them lol. google image results were my tumblr babeyyyyyyy. but this does prove one crucial thing about me which is that my love for hurt/comfort and fluff is an innate part of me and not learned from anywhere, i was writing hurt/comfort and beyond that daydreaming it for fictional characters since before i even knew that fanfiction, as a concept, existed. and i knew it was its own special thing to me. <33 shoutout to solangelo for being the first My Boys to ever exist

20 - What's your favorite fic you've written?

THE ROLLINS AU. it is probably my least popular fic because it's weird as fuck and like, why, did i even write it, and its not only very niche and random and has a very debatable premise that is probably not appealing to the majority of my fandom but is also so long that to devote oneself to it enough to finish would be a big ask. but it's also the closest to my heart. started as a crackfic joke between me and kristin and slowly developed in the only organic, real outlining process that i feel has ever worked for me, until finally it was a heartfelt story about change and identity and becoming yourself and the people who stick with you on the way. while ALSO being the goofiest most ridiculous piece of fanfiction i probably will ever write. i wrote the first four or five chapters over like six months and then banged out the last like ten over like twenty days during nanowrimo and finished it in a flurry of emotions after coming home from the closing show of my last high school musical. i think about zach and donnovan almost as much as i think about zachary and dorian and am currently writing a christmas spinoff about them because i literally cannot let go of these particular iterations of these characters. they mean the entire world to me. five people, i think, have read it all the way through, just five, and i feel more love for it from them than i feel for the fics that ive got 20-30 kudos on on ao3. i wrote every single word of it for my favorite fanfic author and best friend. i dunno, man. the rollins au is what ill probably now remember forever as the fic that changed my life.

im not tagging anyone lol but to anyone who has read this do it! its for you <33333

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Literally nobody asked for this, but hey that's the joy of tumblr - talk about what you wanna talk about, and fic writing is important to me! So I've taken it upon myself to do these questions that have been swimming around and if you're reading this, that's an open invitation to do the same lol.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19 on my current Ao3 account. There's an old account kicking around somewhere with a handful more, but they're sort of orphaned.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

622,253k words, so the statistics page tells me. Again, current acc only.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Starless Sea is my main baby, (the book by Erin Morgenstern). I also write Harry Potter fic, have threatened to (and may yet) write Twilight fic, and will happily write fic for anything if I feel strongly enough about the story! And, of course, back in the day, really, really bad One Direction fic lol.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Fateheart: A Starless Seaquel by far and away the top

2. Firebug Book I: Chiân Maeroris and the Secret Library of Fire

3. The Asset of Loneliness

4. Firebug Book II: Chiân Maeroris and the Monster of Slytherin

5. Nightmares apparently! Did not realise that ahaha

This was different to sorting by hit count, which is interesting! Hits wise number 5 would be Flowers <3 my beloved.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! Not like, strictly - there are plenty I have left unanswered, but if they ask a question or leave a thoughtful comment I'm more often than not gonna respond. I've made genuine friends that way, and it's a lovely way to engage with the fan community.

Particularly as I primarily at the moment write fic for a very small fandom where basically everyone knows each other - we have a discord and I will often personally invite a commenter to join the discord if they are new, but even past that these stories mean so much to me and I have historically just been so DESPERATE to talk about them that actually sometimes a really excited comment signals someone who is gonna be a great friend to get excited with about it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooph that's a good quebbin. Probably the second Firebug book? Monster of Slytherin. I mean, that series is designed to get darker and darker, so it leaves quite a few things intentionally unresolved, and the main characters in significantly worse predicaments to where they started.

God I gotta finish that series.

Also one person got really rather upset with me about the ending of Fateheart, ranting for a GOOD long while about how painful the ending was, but I think the general consensus there is that, yes, even though it comes at a cost, the ending is overwhelmingly a satisfying conclusion?? I think??? I think it's a good ending lol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Fateheart hahahaha. Hmm I mean, this is hard to quantify, right?

I have a saying about fic, which is 'the deeper the break the deeper the catharsis' which only works when both are done well, but I think you could argue that the greatest catharsis - and therefore the fic where the ending is happiest compared to the narrative lows, would be A Heart That Won't Break. But only someone who has literally lost the plot would name that a happy fic.

Probably The Ugly-Sweater-Verse, by measure of how warm and cosy the end makes you feel, but it's too much of a one-shot really to have had time to develop enough narrative to even really have an 'ending', structurally speaking. I'm way overthinking this.

How 'bout Flowers, coz they have really good sex. There.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, not really. One or two people really like picking apart the plot holes in my Harry Potter fic, but I think picking apart Harry Potter is something of an international passtime. Also one comment I remember from years ago said something like "this is riddled with inconsistencies but your writing is awesome so I don't care" which is hilarious. Shoutout that commenter. I swear to god I'm gonna deal with the veritaserum problem in the next book if it ever gets written.

Nobody's said anything close to mean on any Starless Sea fics, but we all pretty much know each other and a nicer group of people you could not hope for <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Mm, more than I used to!

There is a standing joke amongst our little fandom that my 'smut' is outstandingly not smutty - I think I write erotica, rather than smut. Which, like. Hard to judge. But anything sexually explicit in my writing is usually so whimsical and figurative that it hardly constitutes smut even when it is like overtly gay sex lmao.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Hmm, I haven't, but I would absolutely one day. I had an idea a while ago called the Seinfeld Glory Meld or something which was an episodic fic series in which a set of characters from a show or a movie or anything would suddenly find themselves in a specific setting following a certain storyline and each time it would just slowly morph into an episode of Seinfeld, except that all the characters would keep returning and they would be sentiently aware that they were trapped inside the show Seinfeld and it was hilarious and I think i had a fever at the time of coming up with this and I will never write it but I remember meticulously outlining it to my brother over like 83 messages lmao.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

YES. It was weirdly upsetting, but also just very, very strange? Like exactly a chapter and a half of Fateheart got reposted by somebody - and like, it wasn't even a particularly coherent chapter and a half? Like, it's not like it was a portion that made sense on its own. I was half inclined to think it was a bot somehow, except that they did all the tagging and even wrote a description about it being like "A short exploration of life after the end of the book. Enjoy!"

It felt really shitty and they disabled comments, but I reported it to Ao3 and like 3 months later they did in fact get back to me saying yeah, that was obviously stolen, and removed it. god bless the Ao3 team.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Aw not as yet, but a very sweet friend of mine on our discord has been working on translating bits of Fateheart into Italian! That is a HUGE undertaking and I don't evny them lol, but I am so, so flattered that they even wanted to try, and it will be SO cool to see any parts they finish!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Though I am threatening to... Starless Sea book 4 look out

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Mm the Interceptor from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Just kidding it is Zachary and Dorian from The Starless Sea.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ouufhgjhg I am kinda feeling this way about all my major fics right now - I have a rule of not posting something unless it is completed, so these aren't up even though they both exist at about 2/3rds - Fever Pitch and Lotus Flowers.

I do, however, know that I care enough about the characters from The Starless Sea to actually finish these though.

Unlike the Firebug series. Which I really hope to return to one day, because the whole 7-part book series will be KILLER, but let's be real who knows if it's ever gonna happen. A 7 part fic series of full length books is nutso ambitious.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Mmm, I'm very good at character development, and I have a natural prose style that is evocative and descriptively rich. I am fortunate enough to have been mentally steeped in very good writing ever since I was a wee babbie so texturally that is easily reciprocated.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ach. I am literally so bad at being concise. I cannot do it. Look at the word count for any of my major fics. The ones I consider short stories are novel length. The ones I consider full length works are 3 books' worth of words.

Tried to write an outline for an AU recently and the document hit like 20 pages. Good job me. I was writing a full scene with dialogue by the middle and just never finished the outline lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do this occasionally, but only to the effect of adding one or two words in a native tongue, and never without also providing translation. Not in a clunky way, either - not a fan of anything that breaks the prosodic mode, like a parenthetical translation or a footnote or something - but equally it doesn't have to be a diegetic translation. I think there's usually a comfortable middle ground.

For instance I most often use Arabic terms of endearment between Zachary and Dorian, and the types of scenes where it comes most naturally also lend themselves to repeating it and answering it in a way which makes it clear if not what word exactly is being said, at least what that word means here.

Other than that I default to like, '"yo my Cantonese is shit" he said in Mandarin'. Don't assume a reader reading in English is familiar with anything else unless you have contextual reason to do so.

But also, obfuscating the meaning intentionally because the characters also don't speak that language can be a fun gimmick.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

One Direction. lmao. Well, that's the first fandom I ever posted fic on the internet for. If we're counting me scribbling stories in my special notebooks under the covers at age 10 then probably Garth Nix's Old Kingdom series. Lirael forever.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Fateheart: A Starless Seaquel just in terms of like, how much that story has changed my life. The community it has helped build, the friends it has brought into my life, and the way it absolutely launched me headlong into the development of a world and a timeline in this story that I am now fully committed to seeing through in a way which will take me several years of creative work.

Possibly The Man Named Sky is up there, as is Death in the Valley (I have found my groove with the short novella-style standalone stories), and I am really proud of the Firebug books, though the best is yet to come there. But I think I'm really, REALLY proud of A Heart That Won't Break. I think it is quietly, secretly one of my best pieces of writing maybe ever.

This was fun to do. Nobody tagged me, but I'm gonna tag @thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole, fellow Starless Sea fic-writer extraordinaire and one of my faves.

ANSWER THESE FIC QUEBBINS <3

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yesimwriting · 2 years ago

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Final Girl (part 4)

(the scenes in this is what inspired the series so ig technically could be read as a stand alone and still make sense but the previous chapters obviously add context lol) Part 4 to - Final Girl Series Masterlist (currently updated parts 1 - 9 and extras)

A/n fun fact there are two alternate versions of part 4 in my drafts, if anyone wants a bonus scene of Billy and Stu having a full conversation with Gloria, and/or a short scene of Y/n and Gloria getting ready together (which shows. a little bit more of their dynamic) it’s basically done and would only need a little bit of editing lol

also!! thinking about doing a lil billy & stu blurb night or sleepover thing,, any thoughts on that lol (prob saturday afternoon, when i’ll be tipsy 😭,, tipsy writing is fun)

my favorite thing about this chapter is how they’re all cute for 3 minutes and then get violently toxic 😭 duality ig??

Warning: i broke and put the first touch of smut into this 😭 everything before the switch in POV is pretty PG (very toxic vibes tho!!), so if you don’t want to read anything sexual just skip over the part at the end that’s in narrator’s POV!! (pls be nice, writing smut scares me, i’ve had very few sexual experiences and have enjoyed none of them lmao)

Series Summary: Y/n can’t believe that she has to leave the only home she’s ever known just because her mom’s latest boyfriend has a house in some town in California. Just as she’s starting to think that Woodsboro might not be that bad, something life altering happens after she agrees to sleep over at the Becker’s house. Now her name is practically synonymous with Ghostface’s.

Chapter Summary: Due to a family emergency, Y/n is left home alone for the first time since what happened to Casey. Luckily, her good friends Billy and Stu show up to surprise her just as she’s starting to feel paranoid.

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You’d think that someone that grew up with one parent would be used to being alone, but I have very few memories of total solitude. The few times my mom hasn’t been around, there’s always been someone.

Tonight, though, it’s just me. And I’m not alone in my childhood home--I’m alone in Wells’ house. My mom says that I don’t need to think too much about the fact that we moved into his family’s home, but sometimes I still feel like a stranger here. A guest.

Ugh, I shake the thought off with a roll of my shoulders. I’m freaking myself out for no reason, and I promised my mom I’d be fine.

She didn’t want to leave me, and I can’t blame her for her hesitance, but a family emergency is a family emergency.

I would have gone with her in a heartbeat, but I had the SAT this morning. My mom offered to have Wells stay behind, but honestly, the thought of being alone with her boyfriend for days made me more uncomfortable than the thought of being alone. At least it did at the time. But now that it’s dark out, I’m starting to think it might have been a bad idea to send away the trained police officer.

I could always call Sidney or Tatum. My mom said I could have people over, or maybe even sleepover at someone’s house. She actually wanted me to stay with a friend, but after my last sleepover, the thought of spending the night at someone’s house turns my stomach.

Now I’m alone, and it’s almost 9:00, and I’m really upset that most of my comfort movies are horror. The last thing I need is to make myself more para--

The sound of the home phone ringing snaps me out of my thoughts. It could be my mom, but we had just talked. She called me right before I got into the shower to give me an update. I guess it wouldn’t be that weird for her to call me again. She’s nervous about leaving me alone.

“Hi?”

There are no words, just soft breathing. “Hey, squirt.”

Nerves and embarrassing excitement roll in my stomach. I’m so shocked I almost forget that I’m on the phone and I need to reply. “H-hi, dad.” I sit up a little straighter. “It’s you, you’re calling.”

“Yep,” he breathes, popping the ‘p’ and breezing past my awkwardness, “Just checking in. I just heard what happened. Your mom called, but I’m in Europe on business, and because of the timezone difference it went to voicemail. My secretary somehow missed it. I am so sorry I didn’t call sooner, are you okay?”

My lips part, a strange amount of emotions twisting in my stomach, “I uh--I’m doing better. I wasn’t the one that was really hurt.” The thought of Casey strikes me in the chest. I cross my legs beneath me. “I-um--I missed some school because I had a concussion. A friend of mine had to convince me to go to the doctor, actually.”

He laughs lightly, “That sounds like you.” After a second, he continues, “You still want to do the whole Princeton thing?”

“Yeah, I-I’d like to. I’m trying to. Even took the SAT for the first time today.”

I can hear him shuffling. “Wow, squirt, the S-A-T,” he hums each letter, “You and Charlotte are really growing up.”

When I was at that age where kids are obsessed with princesses, I used to imagine that Charlotte was my evil step sister. She was the perfect girl in front of our parents, but there was something about the way she treated me that I couldn’t support. Her and her mother, Alice, always made it clear that my mother and I weren’t the real members of the family.

My mom was more open about my step sister than I was, and I can imagine how hard that was. She waited around for my dad for years, and he didn’t get his life together until grandfather told him to. She stood by him through addiction and through scandal, but once grandfather said dad had to grow up, he listened. He went to Princeton for undergrad and Yale for his masters and he married the woman Grandfather set him up with.

My dad’s only defense is that my mom sent him away. What he never seems to mention is that my mom’s breaking point was him leaving me alone at some dealer’s house when I was a baby.

“Charlotte,” I repeat, trying to hide the way the name stings, “How is she?”

“Oh, she’s good, she just heard back from Princeton because of their rolling admission policy, she’s in.”

Oh. Charlotte is one year older than me, so I knew that it was possible that I’d have to hear about her getting into dream schools soon. What I didn’t expect was to hear that she got into Princeton, and I didn’t expect it now. “That’s really great, dad.”

“Yeah, she’ll get the lay of the land, and once you’re in, she’ll be able to show you around.”

“Yeah,” I mumble, “That’d be nice.”

Another voice steals my dad’s attention. Likely his secretary. “Hey, squirt, I gotta go. Meeting.”

“Oh, y-yeah, dad. Talk to you later.”

“Yes, I’ll make sure to call soon.” He pauses before tacking on, “Oh, I sent you a get well soon present this morning. It might take a few days, but I hope you like it.”

My nails dig into the palm of my hand, “Oh, thanks, dad. Bye.”

With that the line goes flat. I place the phone back on my bedside table before grabbing a pillow that’s by my side. Settling the pillow onto my lap, I drop my face into it. “Ugh.” The groan is strangled and dramatic, but I don’t care.

I cannot wait to call my mom and tell her about how little miss perfect Charlotte is going to Princeton. Princeton is mine, it’s been mine my entire life. There’s a freaking poster of it in my room.

“You’re in a good mood.”

The words make me jump out of my skin. In a second, i’m on my feet, my hands reaching for the first thing I can find. It happens to be my bedside lamp. I blink, eyes wide as my head snaps towards my window. There’s a large figure sitting on the window sill.

“Billy! Stu!” Adrenaline is still running through me. “I could--I could have hurt you guys!”

Billy leans against my window’s frame comfortably, lips turning upwards. “With your fuzzy lamp?”

“Do not make fun of me.”

“He’s not,” Stu says, “You’re super threatening. I’m shaking so much I might fall off this ledge.”

I roll my eyes, shifting awkwardly. It’s not like Stu and I haven’t talked since my little blow up in the hallway, but things haven’t been the same. I don’t know if he’s waiting for something from me or if most of it is in my head because I feel a little bad. I never thought I’d miss Stu regularly jokingly hitting on me, but I think I’m starting to.

“Haha,” I mumble after a second too long of silence. Because I need an excuse to not look at them, I turn to set my lamp back down. “What are you guys doing here anyway?”

Billy shrugs, twisting to place his feet on the floor of my room. “Stu talked me into renting The Craft.” He stands, giving Stu the space he needs to also come into my room. “It made us think of you.”

“You two watched The Craft?”

“We got halfway through,” Stu admits, reaching into the black backpack he came in with, “Not my best pick.” He walks into my room casually, like climbing in through my second floor window is a regular Saturday night occurrence. “Seems like the kind of thing you’d like, though. Brought it in case you wanted something to do later.”

He tosses the tape casually onto my bed. I stare at it for a long second, hating the fact that he knows me so well. I remember seeing trailers for The Craft and wanting to watch it. Some joke about how he’s implying that he thinks I have bad taste tries to come out, but I can’t seem to form the words.

I don’t know if it’s the casual gesture or the fact that they showed up when I didn’t want to be alone, but an emotion I don’t really get threatens to overwhelm me. Maybe this reaction is the result of the phone call with my dad.

Stu must notice my stillness because he asks, “You okay?”

I take large steps, moving around my bed in order to reach him. My hug must surprise him, but Stu doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“Tuesday,” I mumble, “I was moody and defensive and things have felt kinda weird since then and I just want things to be normal again.” This might be a total mistake, it feels like revealing an open wound. “You’re like one of my best friends.”

He squeezes me tighter, “One of?”

Tilting my head up to look at him, I reply, “Don’t get greedy.”

“Fine,” Stu mumbles after a second of pretend contemplation.

I should pull away now, but there’s something comforting about the position we’re in. Stu’s hugs are underrated, but his ego is big enough without me telling him that. “Do you have anything you want to say to me?”

“Mm...” He hums for a long second. “Nope, not really.” Well, getting along with him was nice while it lasted. I pull away sharply, shoving his chest when he reaches out to me. “I’m kidding,” Stu laughs, “Kidding.” I glare, trying to escape his hold. “I’m sorry, angel. I should have known that you were moody because of your head.”

The nickname takes me by surprise. I remember it from my hazy night at the hospital. I didn’t think twice of it then. Should I think about it now? It’s not particularly weirder than any other of the other nicknames Stu’s always calling me, and they’re all the same level of flirty except maybe bug, which is only really used when he wants his way.

“My head’s hurting a lot less.” I straighten slightly, arms dropping casually as I take a step back. Stu lets me. “I even took the SAT this morning. Totally not ideal with a concussion by the way, if my scores come back and they’re bad I’m so blaming the killer.”

“I remember your reaction at the doctor’s office.”

I turn towards Billy, who’s casually sitting on my bed like he lives here. “Yeah, not my best moment.” I scratch the back of my arm. “Thank you for making me go to the doctor, by the way. The first thing my mom said when I got home was that you must be some kind of saint to have put up with me like that. She’s always telling me that I’m a total monster when I’m sick in any capacity.”

Billy almost smiles, “So your mom likes me now?”

“You’re making progress.” Basically a lie. My mom won’t like any boys I’m friends with until I’m a college graduate. It’s shocking enough that she tolerates them.

“Really?”

I shrug, slightly unsure. Stu moves to sit across from me. “You can tell your mom I’m willing to do whatever to get in her good graces.”

Cringing, I grab a pillow from behind me and throw it at Stu. He barely manages to block it with his forearm. “She’s my mom!”

“And she’s a total babe.”

“You’re getting kicked out.”

Stu holds his hands up in defense, “Don’t worry, you’re still my girl.”

I roll my eyes, pulling my legs beneath me. “Mhm, I’ll mention that to Tatum next time she calls.”

Stu props the backpack up against the side of my bed. The way he dramatically falls across my bed is almost enough to get me to break character. He places a hand on his chest like he’s wounded. “Don’t turn this into something ugly. You know I love you both, just in different ways.”

“I’m glad you two felt the need to sneak in through my window to tell me that.” The comment makes me think about something that they practically made me forget about. “Why did you guys come here through the window anyway?”

“We missed you,” Billy answers with no hesitation. His tone is just a little too sweet to be genuine. When I give him a look, he tilts his head before actually answering the question, “We wanted to check in. It had been a few days, and you didn’t come back to school. You stopped answering calls. Sid told me the last two times she called you, your mom picked up and said you weren’t up for conversation.”

Normally, the thought of people looking out for me makes me nervous. Especially when it’s a guy. I know that past friendships and family issues aren’t the kinds of things I should push onto them. They’ve been good friends. Maybe it’s okay to let people in a little more than I have in the past. Besides, they’re just worried about their high strung friend that was attacked by a murderer and then had a melt down at school, it’s not like they’re crazy for being concerned.

“That’s nice of you guys. I’m doing better, I’ve just been...kinda disconnected lately. And honestly, I’ve been spending a lot more time doing makeup work than I’d like to admit.” My posture relaxes slightly. “You don’t need to worry.”

“There’s also a killer on the loose, and you don’t lock your window.”

Billy has a tiny bit of a point. In scary movies, I always get frustrated when characters are dumb. It’s the small, careless things that distinguish those that die and those that make it to the sequel. “My room’s on the second floor, I thought that’d count for something.”

“Not when the world’s easiest to climb tree is in your backyard,” Stu adds, “I thought you’d think twice about things like that.” He turns his head so that he’s staring straight up at the ceiling. “You’re always reading mystery books and the only thing you care about in movies is that there’s a final girl.”

Great, now Stu’s right, too. “That’s not the only thing I care about.” He’s quiet, watching me with a strange level of focus. He’s weirdly calm...almost dazed. I blink, gaze shifting to watch Billy from the corner of my eye. He’s also seems a little weird. “Are you guys drunk or something?”

Stu lets out a mock gasp. “Wow. You think that little of us?”

My eyes narrow, focusing on the backpack I so quickly dismissed earlier. “I think that if I opened that bag I’d find beer.”

With a wounded sigh, Stu sits up. He grabs his backpack, unzipping it casually. He reaches into it before pulling out a tall bottle. The liquid inside of it is as clear as the glass containing it. “Not exactly.” Stu unscrews the lid, taking an easy sip. He doesn’t wince as the liquid goes down his throat. “Here.” Billy shifts, reaching forward to take the bottle. “Ah--c’mon, Billy boy, let her have some. We’re being rude.”

“It’s okay,” I interrupt quickly, “I’m good.”

Stu frowns, extending his arm a little more. “Come on, angel, just a tiny sip. Less than a shot.” I don’t move, but my attention does shift to the bottle that’s hanging just a little too loosely from his fingers. “I won’t even tell on you to your mom.”

I roll my eyes at what he’s so clearly implying. “I think she’d be more focused on the fact that you chose to come in through the window.” Scratching the back of my wrist, I admit, “Plus, she’s not downstairs, so you can’t tattle on me anyways.” I watch him take in the words, a part of me regretting bringing that up. “Why’d you guys come in this way anyways? I would’ve come to the door.”

“You’ve been ignoring everyone’s calls.” Stu props his head up on his elbow.

I look at him and then at Billy. “So this is an ambush.”

Billy drops one of his bent legs just enough to bump his knee into mine. “A wellness check in.”

Tamping down a grin, I roll my eyes. “Right. Silly of me not to realize.”

“If your mom’s not here, where is she?”

Stu’s blatant nosiness should have been expected. “Why? You actually here for her?”

“Jealous?”

Pressing my back into a pillow, I fake gag.”She’s my mom, Stu.”

He rolls his eyes at my theatrics before laying back down. I know that they must have noticed the way I ignored the question, but telling them that my mom’s not home and that she’s not going to be home for days feels a little like tempting fate now that I know they’re at least tipsy.

Billy lazily reaches for the bottle again. Stu lets him take it this time.

“She’s in Texas, anyways.” Please tell me my voice sounds casual and not at all nervous. “That must be so sad for you.”

I’m waiting for some kind of joke about blue balls or being heartbroken. Instead, Stu props his head up again. “So she’s not here not here?”

The distinction sends nerves straight to my stomach and I’m not sure why. My confusion is more uncomfortable than what I’m feeling. “Yeah,” I mumble, sitting up a little straighter, “Family emergency thing. My godmother is like super pregnant with twins and just got put on bed rest. Her husband’s out of town for work this weekend, so my mom flew there to take care of her.”

Billy’s head turns in my direction, “So it’s just you and good old step dad.”

His lips turn upwards at my glare. “No, Wells is with her.” I shift uncomfortably at the thought of being alone with Wells with no buffer for that long. “I would’ve gone with them, but I already had the SAT scheduled and their flight was early.”

Stu breaks the unexpected silence, “So they left you alone with a killer on the loose?”

Shrugging, I drop my gaze to the floral pattern of my bedsheets. “It’s not like that. My godmother’s miscarried before, she’s freaked out.” My pointer finger traces the dainty pink petals sewn into the fabric. “And I just calmed myself down, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring that stuff up.”

“Relax, angel,” Stu mumbles absentmindedly, “You can stay at my place if you want. My parents aren’t home either, so it’s just me and Billy tonight.” `

Yeah, I’ve done a lot of pathetic things recently, and I don’t need to add crashing Billy and Stu’s sleepover to the list. Plus I don’t think I need to know what goes on at boys sleepovers. Living with a grown man for the first time was enough of a culture shock. “I appreciate the offer, but last time I stayed over at someone’s house kind of...”

“We could stay here.” Stu’s offer comes out so casual, so without a second thought, I nearly get whiplash. I stare at him, waiting for him to grin or do anything that indicates that he’s joking. He does neither, instead he just looks at Billy like he’s asking him if they’re staying here. Not me.

Billy tilts the bottle in my direction, silently offering it to me. “We could hang out, make sure you fall asleep okay.” He relaxes enough to let his free hand fall. His fingertips ghost my forearm. “Pretend all you want, but I know that staying by yourself has to be bothering you a little.”

Ugh. I hate when he’s right. Maybe a drink isn’t the worst idea right now. It might give me the confidence I need to seem okay with being home alone. I take the bottle, cautiously bringing it up to my lips with the intention of only taking a sip. The bottle tilts upwards with no warning. The unexpected amount of extra alcohol leaves me nearly sputtering. I’m forced to down two large mouthfuls to avoid spilling it all over my bed.

When I finally get the bottle away from me, the sound of laughter and the rush of straight vodka leave me flushed. “Stu!” I’m trying to yell at him, but his name is barely sputtered out between coughs.

“What? This isn’t even 40 proof.”

Billy glares in Stu’s direction before he sits up a little more. I let him tilt my chin up softly. His touch is feather light as he wipes excess liquid up my chin and across my bottom lip. The motion is slow, the nail of his thumb pressing into the edge of my lip, pulling it just enough for me to notice. He’s looking at me with such deliberation my stomach drops.

Wow, I really cannot handle my alcohol. I pull away, hand gripping the side of my bed as cautiously as possible. “You suck, you know how I get when I drink.”

I’ve only been drunk in front of them once. The entire group was together and after my first beer, I spent the rest of the night holding Tatum’s hand and whining whenever Stu tried to steal her away. He was starting to actually get annoyed with me, but I ended up getting super nauseous before he could actually get mad. The next day, he teased me to no end about being an extremely touchy lightweight.

“You weren’t that bad,” Stu lies, hand casually reaching forward to catch my ankle. “Just touchy. Thought you and Tay were getting ready to put on a show.”

“Shut up.”

He yanks my foot towards him, placing my calf on his lap. “Make me.”

I roll my eyes, nerves that I don’t understand rising up my chest at the silence that follows. I could laugh, but he doesn’t need that kind of encouragement, so instead I kick the foot he pulled towards him. The movement is light, more of an attempt to shake him off than anything else. Stu doesn’t take it that way. His hand moves up past my calf, fingers harshly pressing into my skin.

I’m reminded of that night in the hospital. The way Stu gripped my thigh. Small bruises that I thought about more than I’d ever admit lingered there for days. He was joking then, and he’s joking now, but his touch feels different. More (or maybe less?) restrained. There’s also something about the way he’s looking at me.

My head turns in Billy’s direction. “Think I could take him?”

Billy looks at Stu and then at me. “You’d kick his ass.”

I grin openly, glad for the break from tension. Stu’s hold on my leg loosens. He’s no longer gripping onto me, but his touch is persistent as he draws patterns against my skin. The change doesn’t exactly ease me, but I’m worried trying to pull away will make things worse. Something tells me he won’t take it seriously, he’ll think I’m challenging him as a joke or something.

“You wanna kick my ass?” Stu drags his fingers up my leg, stopping at my knee before slowly moving back down.

I shrug, “Not sure yet.”

Stu rolls his eyes before extending the hand holding the bottle. “Decide after another sip.” When I dramatically glare at him, Stu smiles slightly. “I promise not to do anything this time. I’m still not convinced, and it doesn’t entirely have to do with Stu. I’m not sure I want to drink anymore, I’m already finding it hard to focus. “Tell her, Billy.”

“I can’t help that she’s not an idiot.”

Billy’s response isn’t even that funny, but I laugh freely anyways. Stu pouts at my reaction, pulling the bottle back towards him. “Fine, don’t trust me.”

I’ve dealt with Stu’s coldness for days and he’s just starting to act normal again. The last thing I want is for there to be another fight, even if it’s just a petty one. With a roll of my eyes, I lean forward and grab the bottle. “Don’t be so dramatic,” I bring the bottle to my lips and take a quick drink. The liquid burns as it goes down. “See, I trust you.”

Stu doesn’t relax. He just stares at me. Are his eyes darker than they were earlier or is the alcohol starting to get to me? I need an excuse to break eye contact. I raise the bottle again, taking another sip.

Billy’s touch on my back is easing, which is nice because the buzz is starting to kick in a lot stronger than I expected it to. There’s no way Stu was telling the truth when he said that the vodka’s less than 40 proof. “Have you had anything to eat?” He’s moving his hand in circles like he did when he found me in the bathroom. It’s more soothing than it should be. “Last time you didn’t you got sick.”

His words are so calm I find myself giggling. “That’s very motherly of you.” Billy throws me a slightly irritated look. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, it’s nice.” My head tilts forward, the motion more drastic than I intended it to be. Billy places a hand on my cheek, stabilizing me. “I um--I ate. Ordered Pizza earlier. There’s still some in the kitchen if you guys are hungry. Or I could--could get you something to drink. My mom would be mad if she knew you guys were here, but she’d kill me if she knew I had people over and didn’t offer then anything to eat.”

Billy tilts his head downwards, a strand of hair falling forward. The urge to push it back into place leaves my fingers itching. “Does that mean you’re letting us stay?”

What does that mean? They’ve been staying. It takes me a second to realize that he’s asking me if they’re staying the night. “It’s--”

“Come on,” his voice is soft, his breath warm against my jaw, “We just want to help.”

My thoughts are mush, and I’m not sure that’s just because of the alcohol. I lean back in hopes of creating some distance. “You guys can hang out,” I mumble, “But I don’t think you should stay too late. I’m kind of spacey and a little tipsy and tired. Think it’d be good for me to stay by myself tonight.” The answer feels awkward, maybe even a little risky. My eyes focus on the Princeton banner in the corner of the room. His silence is beginning to crawl under my skin. “Billy?”

When I finally find the courage to look at him again, there’s something eerie about the blankness in his expression. His hand drops from my face. “It is getting late.” He glances at Stu, nodding his head once in the direction of the window. “Wouldn’t want to overstay our welcome.”

I settle the bottle in my lap before wiping at my face with both hands. I should have known better. He takes things like that more personally than one would expect. Memories of the time Billy asked me if I wanted to study for our History test together after school leave me frozen in place. I had already promised to help Randy study for a math test. Billy was cold towards me for a week.

“Billy.” He doesn’t look back at me. I scoot to the edge of my bed, placing the bottle on my nightstand. “Stu.” Stu glances at me, but says nothing. “Don’t go.” I can’t look at them. My nails dig into my bedsheets. “Come on, I-I need you guys.”

God, I’m never drinking again. The admission is so embarrassing I can feel blood rush to my face. I don’t look up until fingers press in to the skin beneath my chin. My head is tilted upwards before I can make any kind of decision.

“Need us?” Billy’s voice is low and unbearably patient.

I blink up at him, unsure on how to proceed. I learned early on in our friendship that it takes little to trigger some kind of power trip in them, and that that tends to lead to meanness. But every part of that’s lost to the buzzed feeling of the alcohol doesn’t care. I nod slowly.

I’d consider the slight uptilt of the corner of his mouth a smile if it wasn’t for the strange look behind his eye. He’s so hard to read sometimes and that just makes me resent the fact that I’ve always been an open book. He knew about my concussion before I did. “A little bit of alcohol is all it takes with you, huh?”

His tone is so patronizing I’d pull away if I was any less fuzzy. “More than a little.”

Billy lets out a partially amused breath. “To you.”

“Remember how you got after two beers?” Stu sits next to me, so close our knees touch.

I shift back, forcing my eyes to stay on my lap. “That’s why I didn’t want to drink a lot, but some asshole tilted the bottle with no warning.”

“Mean of them,” Stu agrees, shockingly amicable as he takes my hand from my lap. I watch as he messes with my fingers, curling and uncurling them like a child would with a toy. “Let us stay, bug. We’ll have fun, watch movies, I’ll go downstairs for you if you get thirsty in the middle of the night.”

The specificness of that last part leaves me confused. I tilt my head in his direction, but Stu pays no mind to it. Billy half huffs, “I’d get you the water, Stu’s too selfish when he’s tired.”

“Fuck you,” Stu protests, squeezing my hand once, “Maybe I’d do for it Y/n. Maybe I like her more than I like you.”

Billy barely justifies that response with a look in Stu’s direction. He then turns towards me, eyes softening slightly as he shakes his head once. Despite myself, I smile fondly. “It’s not that I don’t want you guys to stay, it’s that I don’t know if it’s okay.”

Of course Stu’s the one to ask, “Why wouldn’t it be okay?”

Even in my state, I know he knows exactly what I’m implying. He’s fighting a grin, enjoying the prospect of me having to say it a little too much. For once, I can’t use my mom as an excuse. There’s literally zero possibility of her finding out, she won’t be in the same state as us until Tuesday. The only way she’d find out is if I tell her and if I admit that I’m scared of letting it slip out, the mommy’s girl jokes will never end.

“You know why,” I begin, watching Stu trace the line of my palms. “Don’t think Sid and Tatum would love the idea of their boyfriends...” He’s really going to make me say it. I resist the urge to pull my hand back into my lap and curl into myself. “...Having sleepovers with me.”

The words are barely out of my mouth before Stu laughs. “You and Tay get up to a lot at your sleepovers?”

The alcohol’s really getting to me because it takes me a second to understand the joke. My delayed eye roll is definitely noticed. “That’s not--it’s--” I pull my hand away, crossing my arms over my chest. “You know what I mean. It’s different.”

“Why’s it so different?”

That’s the kind of question I expect from Stu, but from Billy, it’s not as easy to dismiss with an eye roll and halfhearted shove. “It’d-it’d seem weird,” I whisper, “Tate and Sid--”

“Would be happy that we’re keeping you safe. They love you.” Billy places a hand on my shoulder, his thumb brushing against the strap of my tank top. I was too distracted before to think about what I’m wearing, but now I can’t help noticing that this is the skimpiest I’ve ever worn in front of them.

It’s not like I’m naked--but my old, elastic pajama shorts are the kind of thing I can’t wear around Wells. My tank top isn’t scandalous, but I’m too aware of the fact that I’m not wearing a bra. I also don’t love being seen in clothes like this. Two different types of insecurity strike at the same time.

“Sid would kill me if I let anything happen to you,” Billy continues, his thumb moving up and down my skin. “C’mon.”

This was always a losing fight. It’s kind of hard to put your foot down when it comes to something that you don’t really want. I know that my points are valid, or at least, I think they’re valid.

Maybe I am being a little dramatic. It’s not like we’re doing anything bad. Even if they didn’t have girlfriends, I really doubt either of them would see me like that. And is it so bad that I don’t want to be completely alone in this house? We’re friends, friends have sleepovers. Plus it is nighttime and they’ve been drinking, sending them to walk home could lead to something happening to them.

“Okay,” I give in, “But best behavior. My mom will kill me if she thinks you guys stayed over.”

“Aw,” Stu says, moving to rest his head on my shoulder, “Willing to keep a secret from your mom for us.”

Instead of shaking Stu off, I rest my head against his. “Guess I like you guys.”

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

I frown, “I’m not sleepy.”

“Then let’s go watch a movie.” I pout when Stu moves away, “Come on, I brought options.”

Moving to sit closer to the edge of the bed, I wipe my eyes with the back of my palm tiredly. Stu brought more movies? For a spontaneous, tipsy visit, Stu seems remarkably prepared. He grabs the bottle off of my nightstand. The implications of that makes me sigh loudly.

Billy reaches forward, grabbing my hand. “It’s easier to go along with it.” I let him help me to my feet. When I sway, Billy’s hand is quick to find my hip. “I’ll help you down the stairs.”

I don’t protest. It’s probably for the best, anyways. Tipsy me isn’t exactly known for her coordination.

True to his word, Billy’s hand stays on my hip as as we walk to the living room. Once we’re down the stairs, Billy’s hold on me doesn’t loosen. Stu’s already messing with the VCR by the time I’m sitting on the couch. I consider offering him some help, but decide against it. I’m comfortable, and probably too out of it to be useful.

Watching a movie feels like a good thing. Knowing them, it’s probably something scary, and they take their horror movies seriously. It’ll consume their attention, which means I’ll be able to recover from the alcohol in peace.

Stu must figure out the VCR because he stands up and walks towards us. He sits down next to me, stretching an arm over the back of the couch. “What’d you put on?”

"The Shining.”

“Finished the book recently.”

“Hm,” Stu hums in acknowledgement, already turning his full attention to the movie.

The movie playing lets me relax. There’s no need to worry about doing anything stupid or embarrassing because the two of them are going to be immersed in what’s on the screen.

Only a few minutes into the movie, Stu takes a sip from the bottle of alcohol. I almost forgot he brought that down with him. He then offers it to me without looking away from the TV. My hand wraps around the neck of the bottle. After a few sips, Billy takes it from me. He ignores the way I look at him, opting to drink even less than Stu did before setting the bottle down on the coffee table.

I’ve watched The Shining before, and I’ve been meaning to rewatch it since finishing the book, but focusing isn’t coming easily to me right now. At least I know enough about to plot to not be confused as my thoughts tune in and out.

My head ends up on Billy’s shoulder. I don’t remember making the conscious choice to do so, but I’m comfortable and Billy doesn’t shake me off, he just brushes his knuckles up and down my leg absentmindedly.

The longer the movie continues, the harder I find it to understand what’s going on. Maybe it’s because I’m tired, maybe it’s because the bottle somehow keeps making its way back to me.

I blink hard, trying to figure out what point of the movie we’re at. We’re not near the end, Jack Torrence hasn’t fully snapped yet, but his writer’s block is getting bad. A confident touch to my left knee snaps me out of my analysis. My head turns against Billy’s shoulder. Stu’s eyes are still trained on the movie, but his hand is on my leg, and not in a casual, mindless way, either.

He squeezes my knee as the little boy rides his tricycle past room 237. “Stu.” His fingertips trail up my inner thigh slowly, lingering where my shorts end. I shift, unintentionally pressing myself more into Billy. Stu presses his hand down in order to keep my leg in place. “Stu.” What’s meant to be a scolding comes out too sleepy and slurred. It practically sounds like a whine. “’M serious.”

Stu’s nails drag up my skin. My breath catches in my throat oddly, a tiny sound slipping out. “Serious about what?” My lips part, but no words are ready to come out. “You’re okay,” he whispers, “Just watch the movie, angel.” I’m too buzzed to do anything but nod. “Want more to drink?”

“She’s done,” Billy squeezes my forearm, “Anymore and she’ll get sick.”

The thought of drinking anymore does twist my stomach. Sometimes the way Billy reads people is a tiny bit eerie. I nod against his arm, squeezing his hand. Stu shrugs, turning back to the movie without moving his hand from my thigh.

By the time the movie’s ending, the fact that I’m aware of anything is a miracle. I only fell asleep once and woke up to the feeling of Stu squeezing my thigh. The fact that my initial reaction wasn’t to try to get him to knock it off, but to pretend to still be asleep scared me so much I didn’t let myself relax for the rest of the movie.

"She asleep?” Stu’s voice is barely louder than the sound of still rolling credits.

I shift against Billy in a sad attempt to sit up fully with no support. “Still awake,” my voice is too drowsy, I try a little harder to sit up before wiping my eyes. “’M up.”

Billy keeps a hand on my arm in an attempt to help stabilize me. “Clearly.” I try throwing a sarcastic look in his direction, but it feels kind of pathetic. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Stu grabs my hand, pulling on my arm before I can respond. They help me stand and stay up. They’re attentive as we move up the stairs, pausing and holding me a little tighter each time I threaten to sway or stumble. I’m barely there by the time we get to my room.

The second I see my bed, I abandon them both in favor of finding my mattress. I stumble, pulling back my sheets before laying down. Billy sits down on the other side of the bed. I roll onto my stomach in order to reach for him. My hand falls short, but Billy moves to compensate for my lethargy.

I can barely lift my head off of the mattress, “Hi.”

His hand is on my back, moving in small circles. “Hi,” he echoes. I smile at nothing in particular as I try to keep my eyes open. “You need sleep.”

With a laugh, I turn onto my back. Billy moves his hand away, looking at me sternly as I continue to giggle. “Astute observation.” I lazily try to wipe the sleep from my eyes. “Weird word, huh?” Using the last of my energy to sit up, I laugh again. The sound gets cut short by a yawn. “Never really thought about it before the SAT.”

“Uh-huh,” Stu starts, placing a hand on my shoulder, “You spent who knows how long with your nose in an SAT prep book, we get it. Now go to sleep.”

My head lulls to the side, mainly subconscious protest must be visible on my face because Stu pushes against my shoulder and that’s all it takes for my back to fall flat against my bed. My eyes go wide in surprise. I shift like I want to sit up, but then decide to just roll onto my side. “That wasn’t nice.”

He sits next to me, “I’ll make it up to you in the morning.” My eyes are now shut but I can hear his movements. The feel of a hand brushing against my side should alarm me more. I open my eyes just enough to see Stu lying next to me. “Promise.”

I hum vaguely in agreement, nodding my head more into my sheets than anything else. I’m so close to sleep I barely register the feeling of Billy’s hand against my back, moving in the same circular motions as before.

The last thing I register before falling fully asleep is the light getting turned off and long fingers brushing against my neck. I’m in a state that’s more dream than reality when something oddly sharp--but not painful--quickly brushes against my neck. Before I can think about it, I’m pulled under.

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Narrator’s POV

Stu can’t help it. He’s been trying to keep it together all night, trying to pace himself and hold onto the way he’s supposed to act, but it’s been getting increasingly harder around you. Especially tonight.

The urge to break character, in a sense, isn’t his fault. Not really. How is he supposed to focus and play best friend’s boyfriend when you’re everywhere? The postures and pictures on your wall, the overflowing, well loved bookshelf in the corner, and your sheets. The dainty floral pattern, the softness of the cotton, and the way that they smell so much like you. He can’t stop imagining what it’d feel like to press your face into them as you took him from behind.

He thought being in your room would be easy. It’s not like he’s never checked it out before, but only while you weren’t home. But being here with you? A drunk, touchy, needy you? Almost impossible. He’s been trying to hide how hard he is all night.

But now you’re asleep, and the alcohol he kept getting you to drink is guaranteed to keep you that way until late morning. His hands have been all over you since he first realized that your breathing evened out. He moves one hand to palm himself over his pants. His free hand trails down your side, squeezing your hip.

“Go to sleep.” Billy’s voice isn’t tired, just a little flat, and maybe a tiny bit annoyed.

Stu recognizes the lack of demand in Billy’s tone and decides that his words are more of a ‘knock it off’ than a serious ‘stop’. “Like you’re not hard.” Stu’s fingers brush against the hem of your shorts. “Y/n said she needed us and then spent two and a half hours basically laying on top of you.” Stu slips his hand beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, knowing that with a few more words he could finally get some release. “Remember yesterday?” Stu groans, his hand moving down his length. “You came to the thought of that.”

Billy stays still, ignoring a feeling he’s been in control of since early in the night. “It’s too soon.” He glances at you, so tired and so needy. “We push anymore tonight and we won’t be able to blame it on drinking.” Your breath flutters slightly, your chest expanding a bit more than usual. “If she thinks anything’s up she won’t talk to us anymore. She’s still too close to Sidney and Tatum.”

“Relax,” Stu sighs, his hand moving a little bit faster, “Sh-she drank enough to keep her knocked out until tomorrow. Fuck.” Stu turns his head at the sound of Billy moving. He frowns dramatically when he realizes that the movement was just Billy brushing his knuckles over your cheek in order to sooth you and make sure you’re still sleeping comfortably. “You’re babying her, we should just talk her into it already.” Stu likes the thought of that more than he can put into words. The three of you, like it should be. “Should’ve felt her when my hand was on her thigh. She--fuck--she was shaking, pretending to be asleep.”

Billy lets out a breath, reaching over for Stu lazily. You don’t even shift at the motion. “You think I’m babying her, but she’s the one that has you wrapped around her finger.”

Stu parts his lips to protest, but Billy pushes his hand beneath the waistband of Stu’s pants before he can get the words out. “Shit,” Stu’s breath hitches, “Fuck you, Y/n lets me do whatever I wan-want.” Billy moves his hand at a pace that’s agonizing. “She wouldn’t stop me if I-”

Stu cuts himself off with a groan. Billy finishes the sentence for him, “If you spread her legs apart, pulled those tiny shorts to the side, and ate her out until she’s crying.” With each word, Billy picks up his pace, indifferent to Stu’s whines. “You want to do that?”

“Yes,” Stu doesn’t hesitate, “Fuck, yes.”

“She’d squirm under you like before.” God, Stu’s practically seeing stars. “She’d let us fuck her like a whore.”

Stu bites his tongue to suppress a whine, his fingertips digging into your hip. “Shit, I’m close.”

Billy moves his hand up, pulling it away from Stu slowly. He ignores Stu’s whine. “Go to sleep.”

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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almost. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost, right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?, more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please don’t hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesn’t see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye

The cool summer breeze flows around you as you’re sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face.

The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. “Sorry, what?”

Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him.

“I was saying that I think I’m giving up on crushes and love.” You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee.

Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do.

“I think I’m cursed,” you continue. “All of my exes have been assholes, and I’ve always been too blind to see it until it’s over and I’m left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.”

“Maybe you’re just looking for love in the wrong places,” Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because he’s who you should be looking at if you wanted love.

Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. He’s almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast.

He was a god damn catch, why couldn’t you see that?

“Maybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,” he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen.

“Wait, maybe you’re right!” Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. “You know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?”

Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldn’t just go out and say it. “Hm, I don’t think you should.“

With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. “True. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesn’t want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.”

That wasn’t why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along.

“I bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.” You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile.

“I’ve actually—“

“You know what I—“

You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkook’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as you’re about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first.

“I was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.”

He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. “Wild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?”

“No,” you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. “I should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like I’ve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?”

“Uh, maybe...” he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup.

“How do you go about it?”

“Me?” he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing.

“Yes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.” You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that you’re speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups.

He’s not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought you’d pretend to never hear him. It wasn’t too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heard—and seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they left—it was very rarely the same girl.

So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups.

“Right, sorry,” he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night.

“It’s fine, consider us even.” A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadn’t had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again.

“So, give me the tips. Where do you find people?”

Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. “Honestly? Anywhere. I’ve gotten girl’s numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.”

“Ugh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.”

“What?” he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesn’t even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. “What the hell is pretty privilege?”

Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. “You! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,” you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips.

Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book.

“C’mon,” he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. “You could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.”

You give your plate a contemplated stare, “Sure, how hard could it be?”

Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel.

Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when he’s at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if you’ve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look.

“What?”

His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him.

He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original.

“What do I say?” you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all.

“Just say hi and tack on some cute emoji. It’s not that hard,” he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in.

“Okay, I did it.” Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkook’s hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before you’re killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat.

“Really?” Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for.

No. That’s not what he wants.

Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if you’d even agree to it.

“Relax, he’s probably thinking of what to reply.”

You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in.

He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level you’ve been stuck on for the past two weeks.

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether.

Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. “You’re right, this is easy!”

Jungkook doesn’t feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. “Told you so.”

He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it.

“I hope he knows I don’t want anything serious,” you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages.

Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you don’t want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies.

All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, don’t talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesn’t offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob he’s a loser.

It’s solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok.

Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if he’s being honest. They weren’t spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but he’d never tell you that.

When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him you’re on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. It’s not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mike’s hard lemonade—because despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didn’t care—and binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family.

But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he can’t find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitch’s usual banter. He’s too busy thinking about which movie you’re currently watching, if you were watching it. Who’s Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now.

Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that you’d see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldn’t? You say you want something casual and suddenly he’s spilling his heart out and you’re supposed to believe he’s not some pig trying to butter you up. He didn’t want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times you’ve had.

“So stupid,” he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff he’s rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the time—and also check if you’d sent him some SOS text—but he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.

In true pity party day fashion, he doesn’t even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom.

The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax.

Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he can’t stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if you’d be the type to act shy at a guy’s house for the first time, if you’d initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldn’t be the one kissing you tonight.

What he doesn’t know, is that you wouldn’t be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping.

So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened.

Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming you’d be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldn’t he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partner’s moans the way he usually did.

You’re just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you aren’t blind. He’s hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries you’ve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed.

You’re just desperate now. That’s the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear.

Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He can’t look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube.

“Ah fuck,” he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base.

You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice you’re expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you.

With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz.

Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep?

“Shit, so good,” he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. It’s what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch.

Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didn’t even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how you’d look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you.

He knows you’re loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do.

His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. It’s been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since he’d been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he can’t find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did.

The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer.

The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkook’s moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind.

How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldn’t mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor.

The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkook’s with the vibrator still in your hand, but you can’t. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret you’d have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldn’t deny how turned on you are.

The flashes of all the times you’ve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe you’d be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock.

That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until you’re bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way you’d soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm.

Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. You’re not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. You’re both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?

As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way you’d never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that you’d want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over.

“Ah shit, baby,” he cries out in his room—thankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he came—eyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation.

The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know you’ll feel the ache later but you don’t care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets.

The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile he’d give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity.

When you realize your thoughts have strayed from ‘pure sexy Jungkook fantasyland’, and switched over to ‘Jeon Jungkook your adorable neighbor’, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit.

With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang.

Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case he’d somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else.

All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you.

When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum.

“Such a loser,” he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase.

His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. It’s now one in the morning, and you still hadn’t text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him won’t allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send.

Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?

When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkook’s name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come ove—no stop that.

Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok.

Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol

Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though

Y/N 1:26am : like right now

Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room

Y/N 1:27am : haha

He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You weren’t rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldn’t be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again.

Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!

Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing you’ll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if he’ll have to push the crush aside, you’re barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else.

Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How he’d let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend.

Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about.

And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times you’d find a way to slide Jungkook’s name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief.

The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkook’s face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge.

“Oh my god, I’m such a bitch.” you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him.

The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook ‘bro’ and treat him like you didn’t see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore.

So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.

#heartsforbts #btswritingcafe #btsghostie #bangtansorciere #bangtaninn #ficswithluv #btscreatorscorner #jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #bts smut #jungkook angst #jeon jungkook #bts fics #new

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dntaewithluv · 3 years ago

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Delivery Date | jjk

Everyone's raving about the newest pizza place in town, Pizza Paradise. One Friday night, you find your curiosity piqued and decide to see if it's really worth all the hype. However, it turns out you're much more intrigued by the gorgeous blonde delivery boy than the cheesy contents of the box he's carrying.

🧀 Pairing: pizzadeliveryboy!jungkook x reader (pieceofyou!jungkook x reader)

🧀 Word Count: 1.4k

🧀 Rating: 17+ (my first non smut post hehe so really just for language)

🧀 Genre: First meetings, crush at first sight, pizza boy au, fluff, humor

🧀 Warnings: Explicit language, loooots of teasing/flirting/bantering/bickering, oc is immediately whipped (mention of violence against herself because she’s so pressed but it’s used as humor i promise), the cutest and goodest pizza boy jk 🥺 (but also the most chaotic lmao), it’s really just soft fluffy chaos

A/N: Surprise! I had the idea and inspiration to write JK and OC’s first meeting/the prequel to Piece of You today 🥰 Piece of You is a fic that’s very near and dear to my heart, and it has honestly been so overwhelming to see just how many of you love it as well thank you so much for the outpouring of love and support for this little pizza boy series it really means the world to me😭 Like I said this technically is a prequel to Piece of You, but it’s also where everything began for these two so it can definitely be read as just a standalone first meeting fic. Thank you so much for reading if you do and for any and all kindness that you show me and my writing 🥺❤️

Lastly, I would like to dedicate this fic to my Minnie, @jikookiekosmos for always being my biggest source of inspiration and motivation and also for being the number one Piece of You stan and just really loving this couple and their journey with her entire heart and soul 😭 I could really never thank you enough for all that you do for me and I hope you enjoy getting to see where everything began for these two 🥺

-All the love from your Yoonie💜💜💜

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It was a simple enough thing. Ordering pizza on a Friday night. You hadn’t been able to talk to anyone lately without hearing all about the new place that had opened about a month ago, Pizza Paradise. Even your own mother had been constantly hounding you about it to see if you had tried it yet. Apparently, it was that good. Well tonight, you were finally going to find out whether or not that was really the case.

“Thank you for calling Pizza Paradise, this is Jimin. How can I help you today?” a bright, cheery voice greeted you from the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, uh, hi. I’d like to place an order for delivery please.”

“Sure thing! Can I get a name and address please?”

You gave Jimin the information he requested before proceeding to tell him your order. He was so sweet and charming on the phone, he almost even convinced you to add an order of cheesy bread and a cookie pizza to your delivery, almost. You somehow managed to stay strong and just insisted on your large extra cheese pizza.

“Alright, Y/N, one of our drivers will have that order to you in about thirty minutes or so. Thank you so much for choosing Pizza Paradise, and you have a great night!”

“Thanks, Jimin, you too!” you said back before hanging up, finding the energy of the voice on the phone to be somewhat contagious.

You shot your mom a quick text to let her know she could finally stop harassing you about trying Pizza Paradise before stretching out on the couch to watch the home and garden channel while you waited for your pizza.

You knew Jimin had said your delivery would be arriving in around half an hour, but you also knew all pizza places said that, so you were shocked to hear the knock at your door just past the thirty minute mark. You lowered the volume on your TV before straightening out your clothes and heading for the door, opening it without a second thought. As it swung open, though, you found that all thoughts went right out of your head at the sight of the person carrying your pizza in his hands.

“Hi! One large extra cheese pizza?”

You just nodded, your throat feeling dry, as your eyes were drawn to the name tag adorning his uniform. JK. How this guy was managing to look absolutely breathtaking in a pizza uniform really had you at a loss. He had beautiful deep brown eyes, and the most handsome facial features you had ever seen on another human being. Not to mention the cutest little mole right under his bottom lip that had you wanting to bash your head against the door frame. He had a cap on as part of his uniform, but you could still just make out the tiny strands of golden blonde peeking through and framing his pretty face. You had known the place was called Pizza Paradise, but you hadn’t expected literal, walking, paradise to show up at your door.

“I don’t remember seeing you on any of my deliveries, this your first time ordering from us?” the pizza boy asked, fortunately saving you from the way you were mentally drooling over him.

“U-Uh, yeah. Everyone has been telling me about you guys ever since you opened, so I decided to finally try it for myself.” you answered hesitantly, hoping with everything you had that you weren’t visibly blushing for this hot stranger to see.

“Oh, awesome!” JK remarked, the most beautiful smile you had ever seen taking over his features, “Well, I hope it lives up to your expectations. Afterall, our motto is “Find paradise in every slice”.”

You giggled at that before you could stop yourself, and JK’s eyes lit up.

“Catchy. I like it.”

“Although, with just a plain extra cheese, you’ll probably only reach mild contentment.”

It took you a moment to realize he was teasing you, but the shit eating grin on his face was definitely a dead giveaway. You scoffed, crossing your arms as you leaned in the doorway, “Excuse you, there is nothing wrong with only getting extra cheese.”

JK gave a shrug of his shoulders and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I mean, sure, if you wanna be boring.” he pressed, a challenge present in his eyes.

“Listen, pizza boy, you don’t even know me.” you reminded him, your sass really threatening to come out now.

“You’re right, I don’t. But, I can tell from your first ever order from us, that you have terrible taste. And by the way, the pizza boy’s name is Jungkook. I know yours since it was on your order, but I’m still gonna ask you anyway just so we have a formal introduction. What’s your name, girl who clearly hates all other pizza toppings?”

“Well, Jungkook, I gotta say, you really don’t know how to make a good first impression do you? And I’m Y/N, but like you said, you already knew that.”

“Excuse you, but I’ve been told by at least four people that I make an amazing first impression thank you very much.”

“Wow, well those are pretty impressive numbers, I must say. Too bad I won’t be your fifth.”

Literally five minutes ago, you had been complete strangers. But now you were bantering and egging each other on as if you were an old married couple or something.

“Ah shit, that is too bad. Cause, you see, I really need the validation. Think I could get you to change your mind by throwing in some coupons for next time?” Jungkook propositioned you as he dug in his bag for the coupons.

“What makes you so sure there’s even gonna be a next time? I haven’t even tried the pizza yet.”

“Because, you would have to be truly insane to turn down paradise. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I definitely find you a little strange, but I wouldn’t say crazy.”

“Damn, you really know just what to say to charm a girl don’t you?” you sassed back.

“You might find it hard to believe, but I have heard that from several other women.”

“Several?”

“Yes, as in at least seven. Making you lucky number eight.”

“Eight isn’t a lucky number.”

“I disagree.” he said back as he gave you a knowing smile, making your face warm.

He was so weird and cute and chaotic, and you couldn’t help the laughter that slipped out. Jungkook started chuckling along with you, his teeth poking out in the most adorable way, reminding you of a rabbit for some reason.

“Well, Y/N, your paradise is getting cold, and I better get to my other deliveries. But I hope you enjoy the pizza, and that you’ll order from us again. Maybe even try some toppings in the future. You know, just on a night when you’re feeling wild.” Jungkook voiced, flashing you a cheeky wink.

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head, “I’ll be sure to give you my full review the next time I see you.”

The blonde’s eyebrows shot up curiously as a smug smirk broke out across his face.

“Oh? So there is going to be a next time?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, pizza boy.” you replied simply as you handed him the money for the pizza, as well as a generous tip because the quirky blonde had significantly improved your night.

And you hadn’t even tried the pizza yet. You had honestly kinda forgotten about the pizza up until that point…

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Enjoy your pizza, and thanks for choosing Paradise.”

You stood in your doorway, pizza box in hand, watching Jungkook until he had disappeared inside his delivery car, smiling like an idiot the entire time.

You were surprised to find that the contents of the box were actually still pretty warm as you got re situated on your couch, turning the volume back up on your TV. You couldn’t get Jungkook out of your head. The blonde, with his intriguing personality and beautiful bunny smile, had taken up permanent residence in your brain after only one meeting. Looked like there really was something to Pizza Paradise afterall, and hey, the pizza was pretty damn good too.

Your phone screen lit up with your mom’s number just as you finished putting away your leftover pizza.

“Hi, Mom.” you greeted her, already knowing exactly why she was calling.

“So, what’s the verdict on Pizza Paradise?”

You laughed even though you had known it was coming, “You were right, it is pretty good.”

“Oh good! See, I knew you would like it.”

The gorgeous pizza boy shamelessly crossed your mind, and you smiled secretly to yourself.

“Yeah, I like it a lot. I’ll definitely be ordering from them again.”

“Sooner rather than later.” you added inside your head.

#bts #jungkook #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #networkbangtan #thebtswritersclub #piece of you series

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solarwonux · 4 years ago

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10. I still remember the way you taste.

yoongi x f!reader

w.c: 3.8k (YES I GOT CARRIED AWAY SUE ME)

warnings: smut, semi unprotected sex, make up sex, some angst. Briefly edited.

note: lol i think I forgot how to write smut but anyway, hi, um, yes I got carried away lmao. But yeah let me know your thoughts. Send me a drabble prompt hehe. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy.

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“I still remember the way you taste.” Yoongi’s knee is wedged in between your thighs as he attacks your neck in desperate open-mouthed kisses. “Yoongi, f-fuck, s-stop.” You say in between pants, placing your hands against his chest in an attempt to create some sort of space between the two of you.

Yoongi smirks against your skin and lifts his head, eyeing you down, pushing his hips further into yours, showing you how much he needed you. “I’ve been holding back from you all weekend. The guys even have a bet going on to see how long I can keep my distance from you.” His hand travels down the side of your body, bunching your silk dress up to your thighs. “Safe to say Jungkook, Hoseok, and Seokjin have lost.”

You roll your eyes. “God, don’t talk about them right now.” You run a finger down his clothed chest, stopping above the first button of his vest. “At least not when you’re about to fuck me in the bathroom of your best friend’s wedding reception” You pop the first button, earning an enticing low groan from your ex-boyfriend.

“Hey!” He exclaims flicking your forehead lightly, “he’s your best friend too.”

“Yoongi, I’m serious I hear their names come out of your lips one more time and I’ll leave you to take care of yourself.” You say as he apologizes with a nod of his head. You unbutton the next two buttons of his vest, stopping before pushing it off his body finally taking in the situation and your surroundings. The bathroom wasn’t dirty, nor was it clean. It had a musty smell making you wonder if someone had already done the deed before the two of you walked in. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” You quirk a questioning eyebrow.

He shakes his head in disbelief, “I’m not walking through the reception and the hotel lobby with a boner.” He grinds his hips against yours, proving his point. You let out a moan throwing your head back, hitting the wall behind you lightly. He felt so good, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the hand dryer was painfully digging into your back. You would’ve agreed with his statement.

“Just stay behind me, I’ll cover you. Who’s room is closer?” You push him away, finally creating the distance you needed. You turn to face the mirror, fixing your smudged lipstick. Yoongi was shocked, staring at you. God, you were so sexy, the product of his late-night escapades by himself. Especially after the two of you had mutually called it quits.

All throughout the weekend you were driving him crazy, reeling him in to then push him away. He suspects that was your revenge for breaking up with you. One you only agreed to because you knew that once his mind was set on something, there was no way to talk him out of it.

He had almost survived. Almost. That small buzzword was thrown out the window the second you entered the green room where he and all the rest of the groomsmen were waiting in to let them know the ceremony was going to start in five minutes. The long silk lilac dress you were wearing left little to his imagination, one he didn’t have to use much because he had spent years memorizing every single part of your body.

You giggle at his dazed look, sending him a wink through the mirror before turning to face him again, planting a slow sensual kiss against his lips, pulling away before he could respond. “Hurry up or I might change my mind.” You pat his chest and walk past him. “I’ll wait outside.” You say in a sing-song voice and Yoongi was now fully convinced you were messing with him. Exuding your revenge and he had foolishly fallen into your trap.

The walk through the reception was a nightmare.

Yoongi felt like he couldn’t breathe, his hand sweating in between yours. He sent glares into your back and they only got worse every time you stopped to talk about your new start-up business, with someone he barely recognized. He was proud of you for finally leaving your job. He had witnessed many of your angry breakdowns, his heart shattering every time you cried into his chest because of how unhappy you were working for your dream company. That when he finally got word that you had left and started your own company, boldly rivaling your old one. The sigh of relief he let out was monumental. He was proud of you and would’ve told you, praised you, as you happily explained your ideas. That’s if he was thinking with his head and heart not his dick, which was straining painfully against the waistband of his slacks. If it wasn’t for his suit jacket doing most of the work in hiding it he would’ve died out of pure agony and embarrassment.

“We finally found an office and we’re moving in when Jimin gets back from his honeymoon. Sadly, he says I’m not allowed to start decorating without him, scared I’ll put an outside fountain in the middle of the whole place.” You say, prompting a booming laugh from Jimin’s dad.

Jimin’s mom shakes her head, “he gets his perfectionism from my side of the family, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, honestly, I don’t have an ounce of interior design in my body, so I’d rather he be there to supervise before he yells at me saying that I’ve ruined everything.”

Yoongi could feel the sweat start to pool above his brow, tuning you and Jimin’s parents out. He had never felt this needy in his entire life. He supposes it's the adrenaline rush of seeing you in such a revealing dress or the fact that he missed you. The last year and a half without you had been awful. Everything reminded him of you and he had to fight the urge to just call you. He never did. Afraid you had found it in yourself to finally hate him for breaking your heart.

“Yoongi, sweetheart, are you okay?” Jimin’s mom asked, placing the back of her hand against his forehead, making him flinch. “Oh dear, you’re burning up, maybe you should go lay down.” The worry in her voice was evident, melting his heart. Jimin’s parents always treated him like he was one of their own, welcoming him with open arms when Jimin had first invited him and the guys over for lunch after school almost ten years ago. When Yoongi’s parents had kicked him out for choosing to study music production instead of something ‘meaningful’ they had taken him and even offered to pay for his school expenses. He owed them a lot, and if circumstances were different he would’ve thanked them profusely, just like he always did.

“I think he has a fever so I’m going to walk him back to his room.” You nod your head, letting go of his hand and looping your arm with his. “It must’ve been the shrimp appetizer, he’s never been good with seafood, right baby?” The evil glint in your eye was too much. You’re teasing was getting too much for him to handle. He’s never seen this side of you. It excited him.

“Right!”

“Oh please, hurry, we’ll let Jimin know you had to leave early I’m sure he’ll understand.” Jimin’s mom said, pushing the two of you towards the exit.

Once the two of you were away, closer to the double doors of the reception hall you leaned in, “How are you holding up?”

“Get me out of here before I drag you to the nearest bathroom again.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” You hold your hand out before Yoongi can step any closer to your body. A sound of annoyance erupting from his chest. Once upon a time, Yoongi had prided himself in being patient. Tonight was not one of those times.

The second the two of you were alone in the elevator, his hands and mouth were all over you. Painting beautiful flowers with his mouth against your skin. The noises he had elicited from you made his chest swell with pride and his cock throb painfully against his pants. Every ounce of self control he once harbored was long gone. He didn’t want to miss another second where he wasn’t touching you.

Yoongi had almost lost his mind while you were fumbling to get the door to your hotel room open. Though, that was mainly his fault, he literally couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

Yet, now that you were finally in the safety of your hotel room, Yoongi didn’t understand why you were still resisting him and it made him even more frustrated both sexually and emotionally. “What, what do I have to wait for now, I’m so close to coming in my pants please just let me fuck you.” He all but begged, even considered getting down on his knees and kissing the ground you walked on. Though, when he saw you smirk, he knew he had done exactly what you had hoped he would do.

“Fuck you.” He closed the distance, sighing when you innocently took a step back.

“I’m trying to but I need to take my shoes off.” You pouted, pointing to your heel cladded feet in front of you, arms behind your back as you swayed from side to side. Yoongi shook his head before taking you into your arms and walking you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You fell back sitting down as Yoongi got down on his knees in front of you.

“Are you punishing me?” He asked with a pout on his lips.

You giggled placing both of your hands against his cheeks and squishing them. “Yes.” You affirmed kissing his lips, “I think you deserve it for leaving me.” You gave his cheeks a light tap. “Now get to work or I’ll kick you out.”

Yoongi scoffed, placing your left foot on top of his knees. His fingers unbuckling the buckle around your ankle slowly, his eyes burning holes into your soul. You swallowed nervously as he slipped it off, his lips connecting with the skin of your ankle, kissing the tiny stick n poke tattoo he had given you after a particularly stressful week of finals, almost three years ago.

It was crooked. The points of the star weren’t as perfect as he would’ve liked them to be. But it had been entirely your fault. You kept moving, yelping out in dramatized agony every time he poked the needle into your skin, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. He knew you were just doing it to scare him. Your pain tolerance was higher than any normal human being, which is why he continued his masterpiece, ignoring your pleas to stop. Nevertheless, with a childish pout you had expressed your love for it in more ways than one and vowed to never cover it up no matter what.

You had kept true to your word.

“I didn’t mean to.” He sighed, kissing your inner thigh, then moving to the other one. He had long removed your other heel and was now showering you with all the kisses he hadn’t been able to give you in the last year and a half. “I didn’t want to break up with you.”

His hands traveled up the side of your legs, pushing your dress up further until the white lace of your panties were visible to his soft eyes. He bit his lip, taking in how much of an effect he still had on you. In all honesty, it made him feel on top of the world that your body was still so responsive to his touch.

“Why did you?” Your voice wavered and you blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. Though, you had agreed with his decision to break things off. It had hurt more than you had intended it to hurt. You were left dazed and confused wondering how he could just wake up one day and decide that you weren’t enough for him anymore.

“You stopped chasing your dreams because of me.” The guilt he had felt every time he held you while you cried out in anger spilled out. The tears now fell down your eyes while he laid you down, taking your dress with him, bringing it over your head and throwing it to the side knocking over the glass of water you kept on your nightstand every night.

You jumped hitting his chest, “That dress was expensive.” You sniffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “you’re the biggest idiot I know, I hate you.” You said, burying your head into his chest, mascara staining his pristine white dress shirt, while you unbuttoned it.

He knew you weren’t crying because of the dress, but this was also not what he meant when he wanted to have you crying tonight. You were right, he was an idiot.

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded, grabbing your head making you look at him. His own eyes were now filled with tears as he wiped away your own. “I didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t happy.” He kissed your cheek then moved down to your neck, tonguing the spot underneath your ear that he knew would have you weak in your knees. “I-I wasn’t happy.” He confessed against your skin.

He had never once said it out loud and now that he had, while you pushed his shirt off his shoulders, undressing him further, he felt childish. “You could’ve just talked to me about it.” You sighed moving your hands down his chest, your manicured nails scraping his skin lightly. He shuddered, the coldness of your touch was something he had never been able to get used to. He had missed it.

“I know.” He licked down your neck, his fingers playing with your bottom lip, taping it lightly. “I didn’t know how to approach the situation.” His eyes all but rolled back as you took his fingers into your mouth, moaning around his digits. Your mouth was so hot and wet. He wanted to be inside of it, fucking it until you were sputtering and crying tears of pleasure, his precum mixing with your saliva. But he decided he could wait to fulfill his fantasy, right now he needed to show you much he still loved and cared about you.

Yoongi took his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his moist digits down your neck, painting a masterpiece until they wrapped around your nipples, pinching it, while his mouth kissed around your other nipple. The low sighs of pleasure you were making were astronomical. A beautiful melody he will never get tired of listening to.

“S-So you decided to break up with me, f-fuck.” You gasped when he lightly bit down on your nipple. It was euphoric, enough to have you reaching your orgasm. You were overly sensitive, overwhelmed with the fact that he was so close to you again.

“I thought we already agreed that I’m an idiot.” He joked and sat back on his knees, pushing your thighs apart with his hands. The only thing keeping you covered were your panties that were sticking onto you like a second skin and it was driving him insane.

“Let me keep reminding you then.” You smirked and sat up on your elbows, lifting your hips from the bed to meet his. “Break my heart again and I’ll cut off your dick, and this time I sincerely mean it my love.” He shuddered, your menacing words filled with possibilities and hope. Hope that after tonight you and him could start over again.

“Have I ever told you how much you actually scare me?” He tilted his head with curiosity, pushing your panties to the side. His mouth watering when he felt how truly wet you were for him. He wanted you in every single way possible. To drink you up like sweet honey dew juice. If he wasn’t so impatient he would’ve buried his face in between your legs, until you were cumming on his tongue.

“Once or twice.” You lifted your hips as he slid your panties down your legs. He threw them to the side giving your hip a light kiss. “Maybe more than three times.” You gasped as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you.

His eyes catching sight the other miniscule stick n poke tattoo he had given you after graduation. This time it was a beautiful cursive ‘y’ adorning the skin of your mound, the adrenaline along with the alcohol that was running through both of your veins that night, had numbed you out enough to have you lying still, giggling at his concentration instead of screaming out in pain.

He moved his fingers, his cock aching to be freed from it’s constraints. He was so painfully hard, aching to be buried inside of you. “I think I told you more than that.” He curled his fingers, hitting the mushy spot inside of you making you gasp.

“Yoongi, whatever, just please get inside of me before I kick you out.” You arched your back, lifting your hips as his fingers slowly teased you, opening you up for him. You hadn’t been fucked in such a long time. In fact, the last person you had sex with you was the one teasing you right now.

He huffed rolling his eyes and took out his fingers. “Stop threatening me like that.” He said, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, painting your lips with your arousal. “It hurts my feelings.”

“Then hurry up.” Your fingers reached over playing with the button of his pants, popping it open as you eyed him through lust filled hooded eyes, “We can play more another day, right now I need you inside of me before I die.” You pleaded. His eyes got wide, his mind ran faster than usual, making sure he had heard you right.

Another time, you had said. He had heard you right. His hearing wasn’t as bad as he claims it to be, especially when it came to you and anything that leaves your mouth. He nodded and helped you push his pants along with his boxers down his legs. He kicked them away. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your delicate hand wrap around his hard cock. Your thumb running over his red tip, spreading around the precum.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked in a choked whisper as he tried his hardest not to cum in your hand.

You shook your head no, a pout forming on your lips, “I don’t, I thought you would have one.” You kissed his chest lightly as you kept moving your hand around him. “I’m still on the pill though.” You pulled away and looked up at him giving him a knowing wink.

He swallowed and pushed you softly, laying you down. “Honestly, I didn’t think this would ever happen again so I didn’t bring anything.”

Your hand around him fell to your side as he climbed over you slowly. “Tell me if it hurts okay, I’ll stop.” He reassured before aligning himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock over your pussy gathering your essence before pushing himself in.

“Y-Yoongi, oh my g-god, f-fuck.” You arched your back, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders. You felt so deliciously good around him, your name falling out of his lips like a silent prayer.

He buried his face into your neck, planting open mouthed down your neck, biting down lightly when he felt you clench around him. “Can I keep going?” He mumbled. “I need to feel all of you.”

“Yes, please Yoongi please.” You gasped when you felt him bottoming out inside of you. The pleasure was mind numbing. Your pussy stretching over his cock after such a long time was otherworldly.

His hands found yours and he intertwined your fingers with his, placing your arms above your head as he started thrusting into you slowly. His eyes burning into yours, refusing to let your gaze go.

Nothing was heard, except for skin slapping against skin. His low grunts combining with your loud moans as he fucked into you faster. The sound of your wet pussy motivating him to continue his ministries. Neither of you were sure how much time had passed, the only thing that mattered was the desperate chase of your highs.

“Make me cum please.” You pleaded over and over again, as he pistoned his hips into you faster and harder. The knot forming against the pit of your stomach. You kept clenching around him and he knew you were close to the edge. He was too, he could feel the tightness of his balls as his thrusts became sloppy.

“B-Baby, I’m close.” He bit down on your neck as you arched your back, your nipples brushing against his lightly.

You dug your nails into his knuckles, raising your hips to meet his desperate thrusts. “Me too, I’m so close.” You gasped as he rolled his hips into yours. The change of rhythm had you screaming out in pleasure.

He let go of one of your hands, not wasting a second in finding your swollen clit, rubbing fast circles against it with his thumb, “Gonna cum around me my angel, gonna let me paint your walls white.” He panted, his sweaty bangs falling over his eyes. He looked like a greek God, Adonis himself.

“F-Fuck yes Yoongi, fuck I-I’m coming.” You choked out, the pressure at the pit of your stomach finally breaking. Your pussy fluttering around him, your orgasm taking over your body in pleasure filled spasms.

Yoongi pushes into you harder, his thumb working against your clit as you ride out your high beneath him. Seeing you so fucked out was enough to tether over the edge, in a silent moan, his own orgasm taking over his body, painting your walls with his sticky substance, filling you up to the brink. “G-God, I love you.” He said after he had somewhat composed himself.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into your body. You didn’t want him to move yet, “I love you too Yoongi.” You whispered leaving innocent pecks against his jawline. He chuckled laying his head against your chest. You brushed his hair away from his face. Both of your chests heaving at the same time, as you tried to catch your breaths.

“Was that okay?” He spoke after a long moment of silence. He rested his chin against your chest looking at you through worrisome eyes. “You don’t hate me anymore right?”

“I never did.” You smiled, making his heart sore, “It was perfect, I missed you...a lot” You added kissing his nose.

“I missed you too, maybe a little too much if I’m being honest. I really am sorry angel.” He cuddled into you further, feeling himself grow soft inside of you. You felt his arousal along with yours slide down your legs and you had to hold back from begging him to take you again and again.

“I know just don’t do it again.”

“I’d be actually crazy if I did.”

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divinefireangel · 3 years ago

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Hey there!!! Can you please write a smut on SF9 finding out their partner reading smuts 🥺🌝 (I want to see how dirty they can go🌝) And if you don't want to write for all of them then maybe you can just do it for any member you're comfortable to write on. Literally, ANY MEMBER WOULD WORK. I really want to read something like this haha🤭

Also, I genuinely love your writings! I'm new to Tumblr but I'm literally binge reading your posts. Gosh you're talented as fuck😫💗✨

Lots of love, and thank youuuu💕

OMG YES YES YES YES

TMI: Not gonna lie, I was thinking about this when my mom came into my room to talk to me, and my recent story was literally right there just open and I was panicking. Although she doesn't know anything 💀. She's cute like that, my mom.

You are so sweet anon 🥺🥺. Go on make me cry with your lovely words 😭. I will try my best to write more and sorry this took so long 💞💖 LOVE YOU 💓

S/O reads Smuts 🤭

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader). Rough sex (YB). Thigh riding (IS). Dick riding (JY). Marking. Biting. Humping. Dining table sex (DW). Low key strength kink? Idk (RW). Biting using teeth (ZH). Exhibitionism. Terrace sex (TY). Slight voyeurism. Oral - reader receiving (HY). Somehow I end up writing the filthiest things for Hwi. Cockwarming to sex (CH). It's really difficult to think of 9 different things for 9 different people😤. Also some may be unprotected sex, don't do it unless you want kids. Lmk if I need to add more!

Word Count: HAH jokes 😂

All members under the cut!

Youngbin

Doesn't understand at first 💀

But he isn't scared to ask so he'll just ask you

The panic on your face makes him panic

Apologizes 🥺

Then you explain that it's no big deal and that it's just a story

But he saw his name 💀💀💀

So he's curious and so he does research aka Googles it

Has a mixed reaction, doesn't know what to think

On one hand, he's flattered...?

Like, oh sweet, you are reading a story about him probably railing you to death

On the other hand, why are you reading it?

Did he not satisfy you enough? Should he do more? He wants to

So he will pick a random one, read it and be like, Okay. This is how it's gonna play tonight

So determined 🥺

Picks you up for your date and stuff

Timeskip to the bedroom by a steamed dumpling Dawon

So touchy and observant

Tries his best to remember what was in the story

Forgets but that's okay tho cause now he knows what you want

More Dom than usual

More vocal than usual

His grip on your skin leaves so many bruises and literal fingerprint shaped marks

Bites your neck a lot

Doesn't hold back one bit

Secretly satisfies his wishes too

Teases you for being so ready

Teases you for every reaction

Pulls your hair

Overstimulates you

Until you're tired and can't take it anymore

He could go for a round more

So he does

It's also like, he's lowkey angry at himself cause you were reading smut which made him think, maybe you thought he was too vanilla

But after you've both cooled down you ask him what happened and why he was so rough, not that you had a problem

Expresses his concerns and you tell him that you read those only cause you wanted to know what the fandom thinks of him and the way they think he likes to have sex

Blushy babyyyy

So cute 🥺

Inseong

Bro

Do I even need to 😂

He's probably written a few 💀

He seems like he's into roleplay 👀

So when he does find a tab open on your phone about literal PORN, in words

He doesn't think much of it tbh

But is curious

He'll tease you like you are both high schoolers

Holds you phone up high so you can't reach it

Satisfied when you whine and pout

Tucks your phone in his back pocket and grabs your face

" I think it's hot "

Peck's your lips and slaps your butt leaving you wide eyed

You need a minute to process what just happened lol

Running after him you pull him down on the couch, sitting on hids lap

Bite you lip and grab his face pls

Now he's wide eyed 😂

Kiss his neck and talk to him sexily

" Do you really like that I read smut? "

You look so innocent he would cum right there

Poor man is dumbfolded

So much that he doesn't even realize you were grinding down on his thigh the whole while

Grabbing your hips he nudges your hips to continue their movement

Loves having you so close

Especially after discovering your secret

Suck him off after and he'll do any and everything for you 😉

Jaeyoon

Oo this one is fun

He won't confront you immediately

He'll just think about it a lot

" How are they so cute when they read such things for fun? "

Stares at you from across the room

Smirks at your cute smiles

Timeskip this time by Baek Huru

Surprises you by kissing your neck

Humps your butt

Pecks you neck

Rolls your nipples in his fingers

Moans in your ear, deeply and hoarsely

Pulls away dragging you to the bed

Sits near the headboard

Beckons you to come closer and naked 👀

Forces your dick in you, slowly tho, don't worry

Doesn't give you a lot of time to react

But, all this seems familiar

Then you realize that he's trying to recreate the imagine you were reading before

The whole idea made you hot

Istg you've never finished so soon

He tells you that you don't need to read those stories when you have the real deal right there

Sanghyuk

Smug bastard

He's happy that you're thinking and reading about him even when he isn't with you

He will actually read the warnings and is mildly surprised lol

Wow you really into all that?

He has no shame so he will ask you directly

You stop doing what you're doing and just slowly turn towards him

He's scared lmao

Then explains himself and says sorry

Tbh, you're more shocked that he isn't angry

Blinking you slowly make him sit on the dining table chair

Pacing you start to think of and explanation now

Is there any explanation for reading smut? Idk 😂

Honestly, he asked you so that you could actually do what the warnings said in real life

Gets up, takes your hand pulling you close and lifts you, making you sit on the dining table

Removes his shirt before kissing you intensely

Tells you that he wants to fuck you on the table like in the smut

Nodding you let him take over

Makes you cum twice easily

It's more romantic than rough

Passionate, very passionate

Kisses you a lot

Hands on you all over you

Pulls you closer and closer by your thighs

Lays you down and fucks you till your back is no where on the table

Sweet reassuring smooches when you're done

Tells you to talk to him about such ideas rather than just reading them

Seokwoo

He is shocked™

Listen okay

He's tall

He's scared that he'll hurt you if he does what he wants without thinking

Reads multiple smuts 💀

Only the ones you've liked so far tho

Fuckin uses your account so yeah obviously

Now he'll be ready to talk to you about it

So shy omg

Stutters words out cause he's so flustered

You need to read his mind, literally

Once, somehow you are finally clear about what he was talking about

You'd just laugh at his cuteness

Boy is confused ??

Pushing him down on the bed you climb on top of him

Yes climb

Needy but still shy and shocked

Wastes no time in getting naked

Allows you to do whatever you want to him

No, really

Let's you take charge that is only until you tease him

Flips you and thrusts into you so hard the bed is shaking and you feel like it might break

Strong grips on your thighs and hips and belly and arms

Definitely sore for a few many days 💀

Juho

I'm not sure tbh

Either he won't care at all like

" Oh yeah this is just their thing "

Or he'd be so into it like hed wonder why you were reading it, was it for ideas?

He already has those so you don't need them from someone else

He won't ask you about it tho

But you will bring up an idea that was in one of them

And he's down

Or up, whichever you want

Asks you what you want more times than usual

But it doesn't make sense cause you're literally going crazy with the way his cock feels inside you and he asks you what you want?

Starts moving before you answer

Asks you again and again till all you can say out loud is " More "

He's fine with that answer

Hands above your head

Teeth scraping your the front of your throat drawing so many sounds from you

He's driving his dick in you so fast that you're moving away from him

Praises you with his deep ass voice

Gives you his Vampire stare™

That's all you need to cum undone

Keeps it a secret, won't ask you unless you bring up your little extracurricular activity 😌

Yoo Taeyang

SHY BABYYYYY

So pink when he realizes what you're reading lol

But he's so mesmerised that he goes on reading it 😂

You catch him looking at your phone, no big deal

But he's looking at it as though he saw a ghost

He's turned on but at the same time he's appalled

Do people see him like that? Do you want him to be that?

He's gonna need a lot of time to process the information

When you reassure him that he doesn't need to change anything at all, he's more calm then

But on a fine ass blue moon, his fine ass is gonna decide that he's gonna try something new

So there you are, on the terrace talking to someone on the phone. After ending the call he'll come and hug you from behind

It's all aww so cute till you feel his dick press into your butt

Forces your head back to rest on hius shoulder slowly but hotly

Unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down in one swift motion and his hands are all over you

Somehow the idea of having sex in the open night sky is so exciting

Stops just before you reach your high so that he can fuck you

You're leaning on the terrace wall

Face pressed slightly on it as your butt sticks out for him

Giving him permission to do anything to you

The orgasm hits you so fast but it's so fulfilling 🤤

And your pants are being pulled up even faster 💀

Maybe you should leave smut laying around

Youngkyun

You've found the saucuest lil smut about your boyfriend

He's sitting at the table, on his laptop composing and writing songs while you are here on the bed, blanket over your legs

Now see, you aren't really one to get off of smut but this particular one was so realistic

The description

The reaction

The dialogues

Reading it made you body move on instinct

Lower lip getting stck in your teeth

Hand travelling down to your privates

Your hips thrusting forward into your hand and fingers

Your breathy moans, that you tried your best to stick to, were louyd enough for him to hear

At first he thought you were doing a breathing practice or something

That is until he recognized the pattern

Lifting his blank phone up, he moved it to look at you through it

Boy is so shocked

It's like his own private porn show

Placing it back on the table gently, he moves the blanket slowly, getting under it

Licking his lips, he tucks his tongue out, licking the area that your fingers just slid over

Gasping at the sudden feeling you drop your phone and move your blanket off

You inevitably moan at the sinful sight below you

Your lovely boyfriend, looking up at you through his lashes, tongue coated with his saliva and your leaking juices

Holding your wrist, he nudges you to continue what you were doing, with his tongue never leaving you

Gripping your thighs, he bites your inner thigh as you work yourself closer to your high

After you cum, he'll lick off all your juices

Then he'll be all sweet asking you what you were reading

Round 2? 😉

Chanhee

He'll find it funny 💀

Why do people write these things

Why do people read these things

What is the use?

He is partly curious lol

When you tell him it stimulates the necessary regions, boy is shook

Then he's like nah

So you make him read one

He can't even make it halfway through lol

The foreplay itself made him hard enough to want you and to want to be in you

Grabs the phone and sits next to you

" I'm hard "

You look at him like boy what

Then he tell you that he now understood why people read them and that he's happy that people read them too help themselves

And you're like okay and what's the point

Pulls you on his lap

Whines at the feeling of to your butt on his arousal

Makes you stand now lol

Pulls his pants to his thighs and even yours

Places himself in you so that now when you sit on his lap again, not only is your back to his chest

Also his dick is in you

Somehow finishes the rest of the fic and just thrusts up into you

Cause you feel so heavently around him

Goes on and on and on till you're bouncing on his lap

Cums in you and just stays there till you finish your work

Still has mixed feeling now tho

Cause if reads them he wants you to be there near him and he wants to read more cause these fics are very addicting

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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Birthday Spankings

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: A normally shy reader decides to tease Spencer on his birthday thinking she could get away with it. Based on this request

A/N: who am I? Releasing two dom Spencer smut fics in a row 😱 lmao 😂 this is all for MGG’s birthday! Happy birthday to The Gubes 🥳 Actually pretty cool day cause both MGG and Oscar Isaac both actually have the same birthday 🥳 I decided to use this request that I’ve been meaning to write and add it with a bit of a birthday twist!! Thanks for reading and requests are open!!!

Warnings: 18+, Dom!Spencer, Shy reader that acts unexpectedly bratty, Reader wears glasses, Impact play, Degredation, Penetrative sex, Use of the nicknames Doll & Sir

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.6k

“Hey, birthday boy.” There was no need for me to speak quietly as it was still quite early in the morning, but my default voice was still at a soft volume.

Spencer looked up from the crossword puzzle he had been solving like a race with a soft smile directed at me. He definitely did help me come out of my comfort zone a lot, but whenever he looked at me with softness as if he was adoring me I couldn't help but feel a bit of shyness bubbling up.

I was painfully shy around almost everyone in my life, except Spencer. When I had joined as an assistant technical analyst for Garcia I was in stark contrast to her bright and bubbly demeanor. For a long time I didn’t connect with anyone on the team, just did my job as was described to me and only spoke when I needed to.

The event that had gotten me to come out of my shell a little happened to be when I was reading a book that Spencer had loved. He launched into a full rant about the book that I had barely even started immediately when he saw the cover. When he had realized he’d spoiled the book he had apologized profusely. In a rare moment of bravery I told him he could take me to a bookstore and buy me another book as repayment, albeit with my head hanging low speaking so softly that Spencer had to ask me to repeat myself 3 times. Though, it was really just an excuse to get him to talk again, I loved listening to him talk. Ever since then we had been joined at the hip, even beginning to date two years ago. I often helped him become more grounded in the world he often said and it was quite obvious to everyone around me that Spencer helped my confidence bloom.

I will admit he could be a little possessive as of late though not in a bad way, especially after coming back from prison. But, I was still extremely surprised when he came up behind me subtly in the room while I was making the first cup of coffee for the both of us in the morning and I felt a tap on my ass. He must have finished his crossword puzzle.

I yelped quietly in surprise, it didn’t hurt, it had just been unexpected. I turned to face him with a bemused look on my face quirking my eyebrows up shyly in question. My shy befuddled look was in stark contrast to his smirking face making me peek up and smile a little. At least no one had been around, Spencer was brave just not that brave.

I wasn’t sure what made me a little bit more bold today, maybe I thought I’d get some leeway for brattiness because it was his birthday. Honestly, I don’t know why I thought I could get away with it, it was his birthday after all, not mine. I still decided to push up my glasses a little before speaking smoothly with a little more confidence than normal,

“Isn’t it the tradition that the birthday boy is the one that’s supposed to get the spankings?” Spencer’s face was one of shock at first, not used to a snap back from me. Once he recovered from my unexpected remark a dark look that I almost never saw directed at me came over his face letting me know without any words that I was in for it tonight. I wasn’t going to get my normal soft but dominant boyfriend tonight.

Spencer then confirmed my thoughts when he leaned in closer behind me slightly pushing me into the counter and then whispering into my ear, “ I hope you know what you just got yourself into, Doll.”

His presence then left me to go back to his desk, making sure to grab his sweetened coffee I had been making for him along with mine. Making sure he did make sure to spank my ass one last time, this time much harder than the first. Yeah, I was definitely in for it tonight.

I looked around to make sure that no one had been looking towards the break room, luckily no one had been. My cheeks were hot with residual embarrassment and my heart still pumping loudly with adrenaline from getting the courage to say a sassy sentence to Spencer. I tried to mask my embarrassment by bringing up my own coffee to hide my face which also fogged up my glasses a little. I will admit that the rush I felt when I had finally gained the courage to sass back to Spencer made any punishment I was going to get tonight worth it. I even was slightly looking forward to the birthday spankings I was definitely going to be getting.

——

When work came to a close I was soaked through my panties already in anticipation. Spencer had been casting me looks throughout the rest of the day, it had made me so desperate I had wished I had gotten the courage to make a snarky comment later in the day so I wouldn’t have had to wait for some relief. Though, to be honest I was partially anticipating not being able to have any relief at all tonight by the way Spencer had been looking at me. Even when everyone had been singing happy birthday he had been looking at me as if he was deciding how he was going to take me apart later.

When I got the text at the end of the day that he wanted me to come to his apartment I felt myself get increasingly flustered. I knew I should’ve just stayed in my lane as a good girl who did everything for her dom. My flustered state was so noticeable that the rest of my co-workers had even noticed, which was telling considering my normally shy demeanor translated to flustered.

As soon as I shakily opened the door with the spare key Spencer had given to me on our last anniversary I was greeted with the tall imposing figure of him standing at the end of the entryway.

His slow walk over to me caused me to drop my purse over being intimidated, it was a good thing though because I was positive I had never been so soaked before.

Once he reached me he tilted up my chin with one finger and spoke with a calmness as cool as steel, “You’re going to do as I say tonight, I’m going to punish you. If you speak out of turn once I won’t let you cum for a week.”

Your confidence in your bratty behavior from early had all but completely deflated at those words. He had edged me before too and I had done it many times before, never for so long though. I definitely knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Yes, Sir.” I spoke firmly to emphasize that I wasn’t playing around anymore, I was ready to listen like I normally did.

“Just a few simple words and you’re so easy to tame?” You nodded with a whimper and averted your eyes away, embarrassed with how quickly he could bring you back to your usual behavior. He reached forward to push up your glasses that had slipped down your nose a little which also refocused your gaze back on him before he spoke again, “I knew you’d be so easy, you’re always so desperate to please me and- yourself. I knew as soon as I threatened to take it all away you’d come crawling back doll. ”

He enveloped me into a harsh all consuming kiss that there was no escape from, not that I wanted to though. He easily dominanted the kiss while also running his large hands through my hair and tugging harshly to pull me closer. Suddenly he broke the kiss, leaving us both panting and he touched me jaw again. This time he gripped it hard before giving me another command that I was ready and willing to follow,

“I want you to ride me tonight, it is my birthday after all. I want you above me while I look at you fucking yourself on my cock, just desperate to cum while you service me.” I whined at his words, hoping that I’d get to cum. But, I had never really been bratty, the only spankings I had gotten before this was because I asked for it. I whimpered in wonder about whether or not Spencer was going to give me the chance to cum or not. Spencer seemed to understand my nonsensical plea then speaking with a condescending tone, “Oh no, you’re not going to get to cum tonight until I see if you regret your bratty behavior, little doll.”

He hauled me up onto his lap after basically ripping down my panties and skirt to straddle him when he sat down onto the couch, which happened to be the closest surface suitable for what Spencer wanted to do to me right then and right now.

He ran his fingers through my folds collecting my juices, teasingly rubbing my clit for a second of relief before popping his fingers into his mouth to get a taste. “Mmm, you taste wonderful. Want to taste?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” He already knew my answer though considering he had already pulled my hair to tilt my jaw back causing me to stutter while running his hands through my folds again. Once he got his finger sufficiently wet again he shoved his fingers into my mouth with no warning, gagging a little in response. He pumped his fingers in and out of my mouth until he was completely satisfied how I had sucked the juices off of his fingers, until drool had been escaping the corners of your mouth.

Again he rubbed my clit in a teasing manner before speaking, “You’re already so wet you're practically dripping, I could just slide right in.”

It wasn’t too long until he had and he was right he did slide right in, my walls gripping him like a glove.

I was only allowed a moment to adjust before he prompted me to start moving by saying, “I’d like my birthday present now.”

I began to bounce on top of him as I had done many times before. At one point I had tried to take my glasses off to make myself perhaps more comfortable but was met with a light growl telling me that he wanted them to stay on. After a while I had created a rhythm for long enough that I was wondering when my punishment was going to come, I already had a pretty good idea what it was going to be.

A harsh sound cracked through the room suddenly confirming my suspicion, he had spanked me hard. My hips stuttered from shock, then stopping completely reeling from the harsh slap.

“Call them out, Doll.” He sharply spoke after landing the second blow onto my other cheek.

“2-2!”

“I’ll let that one slide but call them out clearly next time.”

My hips were burning as I tried to focus on rotating them properly while he started to lay in on my ass. It also was difficult to focus on making sure I was calling out the spanks with some semblance of clarity.

“12!” “13!” “14!”

Number 14 had been the harshest one yet making me cry out so loud in the back of my mind I was concerned that maybe his neighbors would call the cops. Though the burning pleasure echoing through me wasn’t letting me voice my concern to Spencer, all I cared about was trying to hold off my orgasm that I was already dangerously close too despite being so far off from the finishing number.

When tears started to prickle in my eyes Spencer looked up at me with slight worry, breaking the scene a little. I hadn’t gotten near my breaking point yet so I nodded for him to continue, I only had about 10 more to go.

“24! 25! 26!”

When my hips started to slow down slightly because of the stinging pain from his spanks he gripped my hips hard which I was sure would leave another kind of mark that I’d wear for a while.

He released his hard grip with one hand to continue the count to the magic number, how many years old he was today. I willed myself to continue counting because I knew I’d just get myself signed up for more, maybe even starting back from zero— I didn’t know if I could handle that and successfully hold off my orgasm.

“36!”

“37!”

“38!” The last stinging slap cracked down like a whip to my ass that was no doubt probably would make it hard to sit for the next week, hopefully not more.

I was hoping to get relief from Spencer by letting me have permission to cum but, when he asked the next question I realized he wouldn’t let me off so easy, “Do you think you’ve earned it?”

“No, sir I haven’t but I’d really like to cum please?!” I knew I hadn’t begged enough in his eyes, I knew I hadn’t earned it yet, but I was just so desperate to finish. His cock was running up perfectly against my g spot hurtling me precariously close to the edge.

“Say your sorry.”

“I- I’m sorry, S-sir!” I stuttered out in desperation which was usually not something Spencer would have tolerated, I think he sensed that I wasn’t going to last any longer with the edging and being no longer physically able to control it.

“Ok, Doll you can cum, since you decided to follow my directions so well.” As soon as ‘ok’ had left his lips I stopped holding my orgasm back out of pure exhaustion. It was so devastatingly good, ripping through every nerve in my body, that I barely noticed Spencer finishing as well. I only felt the last few ropes being pumped into me after the majority of my orgasm had passed.

Our panting breaths mingled as I leant over to kiss him while I rocked my hips to drag out the last dregs of our orgasms. The kiss ended up being more messy than I intended but I was just desperate to feel his lips on mine again.

Spencer gripped my lightly jaw once he had caught his breath some and turned my head to the side to press a kiss below my ear before speaking softly, “Such a good girl.”

“Thank you, sir.” I whispered back with another characteristic whine from me that was a little pathetic on my part, I had been ruined by him for sure.

We basked in the presence of each other for a little while, just enjoying being tangled all together. Though after a while the stickiness between my thighs got a little too uncomfortable and Spencer started the main part of aftercare for me. He seemed a little caught up in his thoughts while he started to clean me up so I prompted him with a little boop on the nose to silently ask what’s wrong.

“Did I go too far?” The worry he felt was evident by the tensing in his shoulders where he often seemed to hold his worry.

You quickly interjected as he began to stutter out the beginnings of an apology despite not letting you answer yet, “If you had, I would’ve used my safe word.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he resumed my aftercare, making sure I was well taken care of and pampered to perfection. We were sitting in a bubble bath when I finally realized something, I hadn’t said Happy Birthday to him yet.

“Happy Birthday, Spencer.”

I said while I was straddling him and I could already feeling him getting ready for another round, though this one would surely be gentler than the last as to not irritate my ass anymore. Despite my still stinging backside I was glad I stole Spencer’s birthday spankings.

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We're Okay | Shikamaru Nara x OC

HOLY WOAH ANOTHER FIC FROM ME?????? WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT??? This was a whole ass experience to write. I genuinely don't think I've gone as in depth with character exploration in writing as I have with this fic. It was challenging but really fun trying to figure out how not only Shikamaru but my OC would act in a high stress situation like this. This is a really important moment in my story and I'm honestly really happy with how this whole fic turned out. I'm sorry it's so long, I'm really not expecting many people to read the whole thing (or any of it at all LMAO) so if you're just here for the smut and not so much for the angst, smut starts around 11k words!! Or you can just scroll to the very bottom and then scroll up until sexy things start HAHAHAHAH. Also I would be lying if I said that this song didn't inspire the title. In fact this song pretty much encompasses Shikamaru and Yuuna's relationship as a whole during this particular fic lmao. ANYWAYS ENOUGH RAMBLING I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Pairings: Shikamaru x OC, Rock Lee x OC (who belongs to my BFF)

Word Count: 15.6k

Genre: Mostly angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: Miscarriage mentions and excessive smoking

Contents: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Pre-established relationship, porn with LOTS of plot, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, sex while pregnant, creampie.

Summary: Yuuna finds out she's pregnant again two years after losing her first child. Now, she has to tell her husband who's buried in stress from work.

The news came to her as a shock. She hadn't expected to hear Sakura say that. Yuuna wearily placed a hand on her stomach and stared at the medical kunoichi with wide eyes.

"...I'm what?" She asked quietly.

"You're pregnant. Two months.” The medical kunoichi said softly, resting her clipboard on her lap. She looked up at her friend with concerned eyes. "I can't tell you right now if it's going to be a boy or a girl, but in seven month's time, if everything goes according to plan, you and Shikamaru are going to be parents."

Yuuna's heartbeat began to start racing and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. A feeling of overwhelming dread spread through her body as a frown tugged on the corners of her lips.

"I know this is heavy news, especially because of what happened a little while back." Sakura spoke. Her voice was quiet and almost apologetic, as if she regretted telling her. She looked at the brunette who looked like she was running through all kinds of emotions. “Are you okay?”

Yuuna chuckled solemnly and looked down at Sakura's baby bump. At least she wasn’t going to be alone in this. The jonin shut her eyes and sighed deeply.

"You know, it's funny…Shikamaru and I were so sure we were ready to try again, but…now that it's actually happening….” She spoke with a quiver in her words. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as the trauma of her last pregnancy began to overwhelm her. "Wh...what am I going to tell him? How am I going to tell him?"

Sakura sighed and looked into Yuuna's eyes. She could tell that the woman was conflicted. On one hand, she was overjoyed at the thought of having another chance to bring a baby into the world. But on the other hand, her miscarriage was traumatic and she wasn't sure she could go through it again. "I wish I could help you, but...that's something you're going to have to figure out on your own. You know Shikamaru better than anyone." She explained with a frown. Yuuna swallowed and fiddled with her long brown hair. She'd have to figure something out.

"I'll go and talk to Haruki to see how she broke the news to Lee." Yuuna said, walking over to the door. She went to grab the doorknob but stopped and turned around to face the Uchiha. Their green eyes locked together and she sighed, the breath shaking from her lips as it left her throat. "Thank you for your help, Sakura. I really appreciate it."

The kunoichi in question smiled and pushed herself up off of her chair, then proceeded to walk over to the Nara and pull her into a soothing embrace. Yuuna gripped onto Sakura tightly and held her for a few moments.

"It's my pleasure." The pinkette said, releasing the hug. The women held onto one another's hands for a moment. "Good luck. Come see me if you need anything at all, alright? I'll do what I can to help you out."

Yuuna nodded and once again turned to the door of Sakura's office at the hospital. She opened the door and closed it behind her, making a b-line to her best friend's house. She fidgeted with the trim of her sweater, pulling it farther down her legs, then brought her fingers up to her lips to chew on her nails. As she approached the Yukimura household, she let out a deep breath to try and clear her head and calm down. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it swung open to reveal a green jumpsuit and a black bowlcut.

"Lee…!" Yuuna said with a frown, bringing her hand back down to her side.

"Hello, Yuuna! I saw you approaching our door from the window." He said with a chipper tune in his voice. "Let me guess, you are here to see Haruki, am I right?"

She smiled gently and nodded at him. He stepped to the side and allowed her to walk into the threshold of the Yukimura household. She followed him inside and removed her shoes, then shuffled over to the sofa to sit down. Her hand had subconsciously moved to her stomach, and she pulled on the fabric of her sweater. Lee walked over to the staircase and shouted up at his wife.

"Haruki, dear! Yuuna is here to see you!" He called out with a smile. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to his friend, and a set of footsteps could be heard shuffling down the stairs.

"Wow, she must have great timing. Any later and I would have been gone." Haruki called out from the stairwell, making her presence known to her husband and her best friend. She walked into the living room with a smile on her face. "Whatever you want from me, you better make it quick. I have a mission in a few hours and have to do some last minute prep around the village."

Yuuna looked up at her friend, a conflicted look in her eyes. Her emerald orbs drifted down to Haruki's own baby bump. Five more months and she would be a mom. Haruki noted the somber look that painted Yuuna's usually happy face and stood in front of her, crouching down to meet her vision.

"Hey, what's going on? What happened?" Haruki asked with a furrowed brow. The brunette snapped back into reality upon seeing the head of green hair in front of her. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I'm pregnant." She said plainly. Haruki paused to let the news sink in, her eyes widening with realization. She gave a tender smile and raised a hand to place it on Yuuna's knee.

"That's fantastic." She said calmly, gently squeezing her knee. "You and Shikamaru have another chance."

"Yeah." The Nara spoke quietly. She could feel her body begin to tremble as the bad feelings and bad memories came flooding back to her.

"How far along are you?" Haruki asked.

"Two months, according to Sakura." Yuuna replied. She tightened the grip on her sweater and looked up to meet Haruki's eyes with tears in her own. "I'm...terrified. I know I should be happy. But--"

Just then, the green haired woman reached forward and pulled her best friend into a hug. She was taken back by the sudden gesture, but wrapped her arms around Haruki and held her tightly as she slowly began to cry. She leaned her head into the Yukimura's shoulder and sobbed quietly, her shoulders rising and falling with every deep breath she took. Haruki reached a hand up to her head and began stroking it lightly to comfort her.

"I have to tell Shikamaru," she whimpered in between sobs. "But I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say to him."

"Well, I would suggest cooking his favourite meal and telling him over dinner, but I have a feeling that cooking is the last thing you want to do right now." Haruki teased gently, resting her head against Yuuna's. The brunette couldn't help but laugh, even though she didn't want to. Haruki smiled and continued stroking her hair. "I don't think Shikamaru likes those big displays, either. Don't go my route with the flowers and shit. It'll just confuse the hell out of him."

The two women sat there in silence for a while until Yuuna had calmed down. It helped having someone around that she could cry to about her insecurities and fears. Once she was feeling better, she pulled away from the hug and the two women were face to face once more. Their eyes met and Haruki smiled at her, and she smiled back in response.

"Here's an idea. Why don't you two go out for dinner tonight?" Haruki suggested, squeezing Yuuna's shoulders gently. "You can tell him over food, or once you get back home. At least that way you don't have to worry about cooking."

Yuuna nodded slowly in agreement, swallowing the anxiety in her throat. She was too scatterbrained at the moment to think of any other ideas, so this one would have to do. She closed her eyes and released a heavy sigh, then looked back up at Haruki and gave a half smile.

"Okay. I'll try that." She agreed. Haruki nodded, patting her shoulders lightly.

"Atta girl." She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, then turned down to look over at her friend. "I want to help more, but I'm running behind. I have to finish this prep work before I leave for the week."

"That's okay." Yuuna sighed, wiping away at the wetness that still resided on her cheeks. "Thanks for your help. Really, Haruki. It means a lot."

"Let us know how it goes," Lee chimed in. He had been silent the whole time so she could vent. "We are more than happy to help in any way that we can."

She turned to look over at Lee who had a soft grin spread across his lips. She smiled back at him then stood up off of the couch. "Yeah. I will."

"Would you like me to walk you home before I take off?" Haruki offered. Yuuna looked over at her and shook her head.

"I think I'm okay." She reassured, flattening her sweater against her lap. "It'll give me time to think about how I want to tell him."

"Alright then." Haruki nodded. The two kunoichi put on their shoes and Lee followed them to the threshold to see them off. She hugged and kissed her husband, then waved lightly at him as they exited. Lee closed the door behind them, and Haruki turned to Yuuna. "Well, I'm going this way. You be safe, okay? Let Lee know if you need anything at all."

"I will." Yuuna sighed, pulling her best friend into a quick but powerful hug. They broke the embrace and their eyes met. "Thank you, Haruki."

"I'll catch you later!" She called out behind her as she left to do her mission prep.

Yuuna waved at her as they went their separate ways, then began walking down the road to the Nara residence. She placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed it lightly, a frown pulling at her lips as she began to think. What would she tell him? How would she word it? How would he take the news? Would he be just as upset as she was? Would he be excited to be given a second chance at being a father? It wasn't long before she made it to their household; she had been so lost in thought she almost didn't even realize she was home. She walked up to her front door and her hand hovered over the doorknob. She hesitated for a moment, taking a long, deep breath before turning the handle and opening the door.

"Hey, I'm home--" She said, but was caught off guard by the sudden overwhelming smell of smoke. She shut her eyes tightly and coughed, waving a hand in front of her face to try and fan the smell away.

She opened and wiped at her irritated eyes to see Shikamaru on the couch with a cigarette in one hand and his head in the other. It looked like he wasn't having a good day. She took a few steps closer and her eyes wandered over to the ashtray on the table where she counted about a dozen cigarette butts, and an empty package of smokes. A sudden feeling of impending rage ran through her veins, on top of her anxieties.

"What the fuck is this, Shikamaru?" She questioned, her gaze rested firmly on him.

He only ever smoked this much when his stress levels were through the roof. He averaged about a half a pack a week, but when work got busy or life in general got stressful, that number would increase to about a half a pack a day. While she was used to him smoking in the house, he usually had the courtesy to at least open up a window. On any other day this probably wouldn't have bothered her, but faced with recent news, she was livid.

"I had a bad day. I really don't wanna talk about it." He uttered, taking one final long drag on his completed cigarette, and putting out the butt in the ashtray.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a new package, opened it, and took another cigarette out. He put it between his lips and lit the end of it with Asuma's old lighter, taking a long puff before blowing out the smoke and coughing. Yuuna stomped over to the couch where he was sitting and stood in front of him with her fists balled tightly at her sides. Tears were stinging at her eyes, but she wasn't sure if it was from the smoke or because she was so angry. He took another drag and looked up at his wife who seemed to be unusually upset. It was strange seeing her so angry, she always had such a kind and welcoming aura which is what he was expecting to come home to. He didn't need this today. Not after the day he had at work.

"What the hell has gotten you so upset?" He asked in a low voice, taking another drag of his cigarette and coughing a little. She clenched her fists tighter, her nails digging into her palms, and frowned. Her emerald glare pierced right through his head.

"If you want to be around to help me raise this fucking child and watch them grow up with me, then this excessive stress smoking has got to fucking stop." She boomed. His eyes grew wide. He looked up at her and stopped moving completely, cigarette almost falling out of his fingers. An expression of pure shock resided on his face.

"...What?" He said with a blink after a long moment of silence. She coughed and fanned the smoke away from her face, a tear trailing down her cheek as she desperately tried to stop herself from letting go and sobbing.

"I'm pregnant, Shikamaru…!!" She shouted, wiping at her eyes. He scratched his face and rubbed his stubble. He paused for a moment, flicking the ashes off the end of his half finished cigarette. She watched as he put it out in the ashtray and sighed in relief. "I didn't want to tell you like this but--"

She stopped mid sentence and any inkling of relief she had was replaced with rage. He had taken a new cigarette and started smoking it without bothering to finish the one he had been working on. She was furious; not only was she already fragile from old wounds opening up, but now her husband was smoking himself into an early grave. A look of pure disbelief washed over her usually soft features.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" She asked firmly, still standing over him. The brunette let out a scoff and shook her head. "Did you not hear a word that I just fucking said?"

He was silent. He held his head in his hand and took a long drag on his cigarette, rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. He let out a puff of smoke and took another drag and Yuuna lost it. Any semblance of grief over the death of her last child was replaced with contempt towards her husband. She hadn't been this angry in a long time.

"Hello!!?" She yelled, throwing her arms out to her sides. She had expected at least some kind of response from him, not complete silence. That only proceeded to make her more angry. "Are you even listening to me here!?"

"Yes, I heard you!" Shikamaru said raising his voice, taking another drag of his half finished cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray.

"Then what the fuck is your problem!?" She cried, her voice almost shaking the foundations of their house.

"I don't fucking need this right now." He uttered, standing up and walking past her. She was livid watching as he ran away. He made a b-line for their bathroom.

"No. No, no, no, no, no!" She screamed, running past him and slamming the door shut. She stood with her back up firmly against the door glaring daggers into his skull. "You are not running away from this like a goddamn coward so you can smoke a whole fucking pack of cigarettes in there! We need to fucking talk about this!!"

"What the fuck is there to talk about?!" He bellowed, furrowing his brows and meeting her eyes. She was taken back by his words; it almost sounded as if he didn't care. Her lower lip quivered slightly but she pressed on, standing her ground.

"What the hell has gotten into you, huh?!" She demanded, her voice echoing loudly through their home.

"I had a shitty day and I really don't wanna fuckin' talk about it!!" He answered aggressively, making an attempt to push past her to get into the bathroom. She moved in front of him and kept her back firmly pressed against the door to stop him from advancing. He groaned and threw his head back in annoyance. "For fuck's sake, Yuuna! Just leave me alone!!"

"You're gonna tell me what the fuck has gotten you so fucking upset right now." She commanded. He sucked the air in through his teeth and scoffed.

"Fine. You wanna know? I'll tell you since you're so fuckin' concerned." He sneered. "Kakashi's got me in charge of the Chunin exams again this year, but since the shinobi nations have allied the paperwork has increased ten fold. Not only that, but I'm also on duty as Kakashi's assistant and there's been a mass influx of missions that have come in. More than we have shinobi. So for fuck's sake, forgive me if I'm a little psyched out right now."

"So your solution is to come home and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes and run away from your problems?!" She questioned. "If your job is so stressful then why can't you quit?!"

"Because I have to make sure that I'm ready for when Naruto takes office!" He countered, throwing his hands out to his sides.

"That's years away, Shikamaru!! He only just got to Jonin a few months ago!!"

"Look, you don't understand! Nobody else in the village is capable of handling this job other than me!" He explained glaring down into her eyes.

"What about Sasuke?! He used to be on a team with Kakashi!! He's smart, he would know what to do!!" She argued.

"There's no way in hell I would ever let Sasuke have my job. Not with the shit he put us all through!!" He denied, shaking his head. "Besides, he's still not allowed back in the village for more than a week at a time, there's no way he could be the Hokage's assistant!"

"Well if you can't quit your job, then can't you at least quit smoking!?" She cried, this time with more concern in her voice than anger.

"I've tried, Yuuna! You know I have!!" He groaned, running his hands through his hair. "It's not just something I can quit cold turkey!! I don't like smoking this much, I know how much it upsets you, but it helps clear my head and keep me calm when I'm stressing out!!"

"But it can kill you!" Yuuna barked, her throat tightening. She could feel her eyes start to burn with impending tears. Her brows furrowed and she glared at him, tightly grasping at the part of her sweater that rested over her stomach. She proceeded, her voice softer this time. Fragile.

"I married you because I love you more than anything in the world. I want to have a family with you. I was...so unbelievably excited when I found out that first time that I was pregnant. We had her name picked out and everything. And then we lost her and I didn't know what to do. Nothing felt right anymore. You started smoking again after that and it's gotten worse since Shikami. But we have a second chance, now. Another opportunity to bring a child into this world and love it together. I want to watch this child grow up with you. I want to spend the rest of our lives together. But if you get sick and die from how much you've been smoking, not only will I have lost the most important person in my life again but this baby will have lost their father too!! I can't do it again, I can't…!! How the fuck can you even think of smoking as much as you do knowing what's at risk here!?"

Her voice trembled while she spoke as the tears finally freed themselves from her tear ducts. There was a long pause between them; the house was quiet, only the sounds of their breathing and Yuuna's sniffling could be heard. They looked into one another's eyes, clearly worried for the other's wellbeing, but both too emotionally exhausted to find any more words. Finally after a good minute of silence, Shikamaru groaned and turned to walk away, scratching the back of his head.

"I'm going for a walk." He mumbled quietly. Her breath hitched in her throat and her lip quivered, hanging her head as the tears poured down her face. She clenched onto her sweater tightly and turned her head up to watch as he approached the door.

"Shikamaru, don't go!!" She called out to him desperately, her hair falling into her face.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked towards their front door. He reached a hand up to the knob and swung the door open, surprised to see what was waiting for him on the other side. A head of short green hair stood there looking up at him, her hand raised up as if she was about to knock. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Shikamaru, who in turn was just as surprised to see her.

"Haruki?" He asked quietly, staring down at her. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I came to..." She trailed off and brought her hand down to her side. Haruki looked past Shikamaru at Yuuna down the hallway who was clearly shaken by the argument that had just taken place. "...check on Yuuna before I left. Oh boy, it looks like that talk did not go well."

Shikamaru squinted down at the woman in front of him. "What do you mean it didn't go well? Did you know that Yuuna was pregnant?"

"Well, yeah. I'm her best friend. She came to me as soon as Sakura told her," The Yukimura stated, scratching her cheek. "Also, I don't mean to eavesdrop on your guys'...uh...conversation here, but I'm technically qualified to take your job as the Hokage's assistant, so…"

Yuuna raised her hand over to Haruki in a demonstrative fashion. "There you go! Let Haruki take your job! That way you're not so stressed out that you're smoking a pack of cigarettes a day!"

"Hang on a second." He stopped and turned around to look at his wife. "You told Haruki you were pregnant before you told me?!"

"I didn't know how to tell you so I went to Haruki for advice!! What the fuck else was I supposed to do!? Go to my brother?! He's got zero clue on how to handle shit like this!! He's never even dated a girl, let alone gotten one knocked up!!" The brunette called out angrily, still sniveling.

"You should have just come right out and said it!" He yelled back, furrowing his brow further and turning completely to face her.

"Well I was going to take you out for dinner and tell you after we ate, which Haruki suggested by the way," She started firmly, raising her voice and wiping away at her tears with her sleeves. "But I came home to a pissed off jackass who's only concern seemed to be cowering away from his problems so he could smoke his damn lungs out!! I didn't even want to tell you because I knew how stressed out you would get and that this would only make it fucking worse!!"

"I have a feeling I may have made the situation worse, so I'm just going to leave." Haruki chimed in. Shikamaru and Yuuna whipped their heads around to glare at the kunoichi who stood just outside their door. She swallowed and blinked, raising her hand to wave. "I'll see you in a week. Later."

With that, Haruki took off down their walkway and Shikamaru slammed the door shut.

"I answered your question. Now you answer mine." Yuuna demanded, frowning angrily and crossing her arms in front of her chest, her nose red and her eyes swollen from crying. "Why can't you let Haruki take your job? She's a strategist like you. She's got the brains for it. Plus, she'd be closer to Lee and wouldn't have to worry about her babies either! She wouldn't have to leave for weeks at a time to go out on missions and could stay in the village to be near everyone!"

"Because she fucking hates Naruto! You and I both know that!!" Shikamaru stated, throwing his hands up into the air.

"That doesn't mean she wouldn't be a fucking professional! She's one of the most professional people I know when it comes to what we do!" She cried glaring at him. "Besides, that's not for years down the line!! She would have plenty of time to spend with Kakashi as Hokage to get used to the position!! And who's to say her and Naruto wouldn't learn to get along anyway!?"

"Oh, come on! Do you really think that Haruki and Naruto will ever get along!?" He asked. Yuuna stood her ground and let her arms rest at her sides with her fists balled tightly.

"We'll never know if we don't try, will we?" She declared, raising her voice. Shikamaru groaned with irritation and tilted his head back. He rubbed his temples with his fingers and closed his eyes.

"Look, I'm telling you! I'm the only one who's capable right now of this job! I'm the only one in the village smart enough to handle this, and I'll be the only one able to tolerate Naruto when he becomes the seventh Hokage!!"

"But if you let Haruki take it you can be at home with me to raise this baby! We can do it together!!" She roared. "You won't be nearly as stressed as you are right now with work so you'll be able to cut down on all of this fucking smoking and gradually quit so you can be alive when this baby grows up for fuck's sake!!"

"Just forget it Yuuna, it's not happening!" He stated, one hand on his hip and the other rubbing his forehead. She crossed her arms as he turned away from her.

"Why the fuck are you being so stubborn about this!?" She bellowed. "Why can't you just accept that you're not the only fucking person in the village with responsibilities!?"

"Oh, I'm being stubborn!?" He cried, whipping his head around to glare at her. "Coming from the woman who practically bullied me into fucking marrying her, I find it hard to believe that I'm the stubborn one here!!"

As soon as the words left his tongue, his face contorted into shock and his jaw slacked. He did not just say that. Yuuna's eyes flickered with a painful glare as the words processed.

"...Bullied you into marrying me? Is that how you feel…?" She squeaked quietly, bringing her hands up to her chest and practically folding in on herself. Her throat was tight as fresh new tears stained her flushed cheeks. "We were dating for four and a half years and you honestly thought that's all you were expecting from our relationship?"

That wasn't what he meant at all. Not one bit. But in the heat of the argument, the words came out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think about them.

"No, Yuuna, it's not--....I didn't mean--" He stuttered as the tables turned on him. "Look, I just--"

"No. You know what, I'm done talking to you." She stated, clenching her hands into fists and shuffling towards the kitchen, dragging her feet along the hardwood floors. "I'm going over to Lee's."

"What the hell are you going over there for?" Shikamaru asked loudly. There was a rustling noise coming from the kitchen. She walked out with a package of cup ramen in her hand.

"Because Lee understands his responsibilities as a father and is actually excited about having kids." She said curtly, putting on her shoes and grabbing her jacket from the closet.

"Yuuna, for fuck's sake, I never said I wasn't excited about having kids with you!! I just--" He explained, but was cut off when she turned to him, giving him a deadpan glare before speaking.

"No, you didn't. But you made it pretty fucking clear you're not ready for the responsibility. You say you're man, that you're all grown up now, but you're fucking coward. I needed you, Shikamaru. I needed you to help me get through this shit again. But it's obvious that you're not ready to be a father yet." She whipped the cup ramen at him, tears falling from her face silently, and he fumbled around trying to catch it. "Here's your dinner. I'm pregnant, you fucking asshole. Go enjoy it with a cigarette, since you seem to be happier married to those things than you are to me."

And with that, she turned and walked out of their home, slamming the door hard behind her. Shikamaru stood there in the threshold holding the ramen in his hands and a dumbfounded look on his face. It was at that moment he realized that he had made a huge mistake. He could have handled every bit of that situation better, but he let his emotional brain take over and didn't think about the consequences. He held the cup ramen tightly in his hand, staring at the door.

"...What a fucking drag." He groaned quietly.

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It was colder out tonight than it usually was at this time. Yuuna folded her arms across her chest and huddled in on herself to try and keep herself warm, rubbing her arms to attempt to disperse the heat. She stomped through the village making her way over to the Yukimura household once more. She walked up to the threshold and knocked hard on the door a few times before Lee finally opened it.

"Yuuna, you are back!" Lee exclaimed, a smile on his face. "How did it go? Was Shikamaru happy to hear the news?"

The sudden overwhelming weight of the argument hit her all at once, and the Nara burst into tears in front of her friend. Lee was shocked, he hadn't expected things to turn sour for her.

"Oh no. Is everything alright? Would you like to come in? It is cold outside, and your jacket does not look very warm." Lee asked quietly. He stepped to the side allowing her to walk in after him. She ran inside to escape the embarrassment of crying in public. She ripped her coat and shoes off, collapsing on the ground in a puddle of tears. "Please, come sit with me. Tell me everything that happened."

Lee reached his hand out to her. She didn’t notice at first as she wiped at her eyes, but once clear she looked to it. She took it gently and he helped her to her feet. She followed him into their living room and flopped down on the couch, holding a pillow close to her chest and folding her legs underneath her. He had grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and draped it over her, then sat down at the opposite end of the sofa.

"Please, Yuuna. I want you to tell me everything that happened." He said. As she sat on the couch, hugging the pillow close, Yuuna recounted the situation to Lee. She needed him to understand so she could let these feelings out.

“I threw cup ramen at him, Lee. What kind of wife throws cup ramen at her husband?"

"It is understandable. You were upset and did not know what else to do in the situation." He said. "Although, I do have to say that I am surprised. I thought Shikamaru would have handled the situation better."

"I thought he would have too." She replied quietly, resting her head against the couch. "And the weirdest thing is that the only part of what happened that I feel bad about is throwing the ramen at him. I don't regret a single thing I said to him. Not one bit."

It was silent between the two of them for a few moments.

"Does...that make me a bad wife...?" She asked, breaking the silence. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"I do not think so." He said, looking up at her after a moment. "Everyone deals with certain situations differently. It is probably best if the two of you give each other some time to cool off."

"Yeah, well until he apologizes, I'm not speaking a damn word to him." She scoffed. He chuckled awkwardly.

"That is not exactly what I meant, but...You know Shikamaru better than anyone. If you think that solution will work, then do whatever you think is best." He explained, standing up off the couch. "I will make dinner for us. I can only assume you have not eaten yet."

As if on cue her stomach growled. She chuckled and brushed her hair back behind her ear blowing her bangs out of her eyes. He took off to the kitchen and she followed after him shortly as she watched him prepare the food.

"Anything I can do to help?" She asked. He smiled and shook his head.

"You are my guest. Please, sit down. I will worry about dinner." He explained. Yuuna groaned and sagged her shoulders.

"Yeah, but I'm also your friend, Lee! Let me do something to help, please?" She begged. He continued to shake his head as he prepared dinner.

"No thank you. Please Yuuna, you have just been through an emotional situation with your husband. Allow me to help by doing this for you." He said happily, his dark eyes squinting as he smiled at her. He raised his thumb up in a comforting gesture, then turned to the stove and switched it on. The Nara sighed and rested her arms at her sides.

"Okay, fine. I guess I'll just go and sit down then." She muttered, walking back over to the couch. Yuuna plopped down and listened as Lee continued to cook.

Some time later, he had finally finished. She had dozed off on the couch but woke up to the smell of freshly cooked food wafting through the air. She could hear him rustling around in the kitchen to get clean dishes, and a few moments later he called her to eat. She stood up off of the couch and stretched her limbs out with a yawn. Walking into the kitchen overwhelmed her nose with the scents of all the ingredients he had used. When she looked at the dinner table, it was already completely set. The drinks had been poured and the food was already dished out onto some plates. Yuuna sighed and sat at one of the place settings, and Lee sat opposite her. The two picked up their chopsticks and said a short grace, then began to dig in. She took a small break from eating and was silent. He noticed her sudden lack of focus and prodded into it.

"Is everything alright? Do you not like the food?" He asked quietly. She shot her eyes up to meet his and shook her head.

"No, no, that's not it at all!" She exclaimed. She looked back down at her food and frowned. "It's just that I never get this kind of treatment at home. That's all. If I'm not out on missions, I'm usually at home all alone from the early morning until sometimes late at night. It would just...be nice to come home to something like this every once in a while."

He frowned and put his chopsticks down. He looked straight into her eyes and she hunched her shoulders a little, ever so slightly uncomfortable with the sudden intense eye contact.

"Believe me, I know how you feel." He started quietly. "Do not get me wrong, I love my Haruki dearly. She means everything in the world and more to me. However, I do miss her presence at home. I miss how much time we used to spend together. She has been even more active on missions since we found out that she was pregnant.

The two of us are very different, Yuuna, but we are very alike. We both have spouses who are dedicated to their work, and whom we miss dearly when they leave. Haruki tries her very hardest to give me a break when she is at home, and it is very appreciated. It is easier for her since she gets a few days off in between missions, but I cannot imagine how you must feel. Your husband is always working. He is always in the office with Kakashi, sometimes all night, tying up loose ends or finishing up paperwork. He does not get a chance to see you very often, and that must be frustrating for both of you."

"When he does come home early, he goes right to bed because he's so tired from his day." Yuuna added, poking at her food with her chopsticks. She slinked back in her chair a little. "I don't know...It would just be nice to feel a little more appreciated. I know he loves me. He says it all the time, but...actions speak louder than words, you know? It just seems like these days he's more interested in work than with me. I know he started picking up smoking again after we lost Shikami and he really started to bury himself in work after that."

"Perhaps it is his way of grieving." Lee suggested, finishing a mouthful of rice. "For as long as I have known him, he has had a little bit of a hard time expressing his emotions. He is a thinker, not so much a feeler. Perhaps by burying himself in his work he is constantly using his brain to think about things other than his true feelings about what has happened."

"Yeah, well it's not a very healthy coping method." She said, continuing to prod at her dinner with a sigh. "Then again, his dad was always the one to push him to let his feelings out. Since Shikaku passed away, I've noticed that he keeps to himself a bit more than he usually did."

"It sounds to me like he is trying to figure out how to process his emotions." He added. "I think you should talk to him about it. I am sure he is still in pain over the loss of your daughter and he just does not know how to go about handling the stress in a healthy way. Having a conversation will most likely put his mind at ease."

Yuuna was silent. She stared at her full plate as she lost herself in thought. They never actually had sat down to talk through what happened together. She was in a depressive slump for about a half a year and didn't want to bring it up in fear of having an emotional relapse. Neither of them actually had any closure, despite it happening two years ago. She had never even asked him how he was feeling about the whole thing. She had just assumed that he had gotten over it and moved on since he never brought it up. He had picked up smoking again after her miscarriage but she was too afraid to ask if he was okay. She bit her bottom lip and her vision blurred slightly as the tears built up.

"How selfish am I?" She asked herself quietly. "To just...assume he was okay and that he moved on, and never once ask him how he was doing?"

"I do not think you should be so hard on yourself, Yuuna." Lee spoke, furrowing his thick brows slightly. "What happened was traumatic. It makes sense that you did not want to talk about it. You did not want to reopen the wounds in your heart. Grieving is a process that takes time. However, I do believe now that you are pregnant again, that you should have a talk with Shikamaru. No holds barred. Lay everything out on the table."

She looked up at him through her bangs and then back down at her plate, still slouched over in her chair. The Nara sighed deeply through her nose, wiped at her face, and placed her chopsticks down beside her plate of now cold food. "Yeah. You're right. I can't keep avoiding this."

"I recommend you talk to him tomorrow," He advised, finishing off the last bite of his dinner. "Both of you have had a rough day. It would only get worse if you tried to talk to him while your emotions are riding high. Give yourself time to cool down. That will also allow him to cool down as well."

She nodded in agreement as she stared at her plate. "I'm sorry to dump all of this onto you, Lee. I would have gone to see Tetsuya but he doesn't know the first thing about relationships or kids."

Lee shook his head with a soft grin. "Do not apologize. You are my friend, Yuuna. I care about you deeply. I want to help you in any way that I can."

A small smile reluctantly tugged at the corners of her mouth and she met his eyes. "Thank you. That means a lot." Her gaze drifted back down to her full plate of cold food and she frowned again. "I'm sorry. You worked so hard to make me dinner and I couldn't take more than a few bites. What a waste."

"Not at all. I can save it and reheat it later for you if you get hungry." He smiled, standing up from the table and taking his dishes to the sink. "You are welcome to spend the night here. I would be more than happy to have you."

"Thanks, Lee." She smiled again, taking her plate over to the kitchen counter. She grabbed some plastic cling wrap and covered the plate, then placed it in the fridge to save it for later. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Absolutely not!!" He whipped his head around to look at her, a firm expression on his face. "You are my guest!! Not only that, but you are also a dear friend! I will not allow you anything less than a bed to sleep in!!"

She chuckled and gave a defeated sigh knowing she wasn't going to win against him. "Alright, fine. No arguments from me."

The two ninja had spent the rest of the night sitting on the couch talking after the sun went down. As the late hours of the night approached, Yuuna stretched her arms over her head and let out a yawn, ready to fall asleep. Lee took her to the spare bedroom and got her set up to sleep comfortably, to which she was extremely grateful. She could always count on Lee if she needed him. They exchanged good nights and he left her to sleep. It took a while considering everything she had gone through that day, but had eventually drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

She awoke the next day around noon, which was normal on her days off. Lee had prepared lunch for her and she graciously accepted, feeling much better than the day before. Her anxiety was still rather high and she was still feeling generally down over the whole situation, but after a good night's rest she was at least able to eat her food today. A few hours had passed and she decided it was time to go home; she was ready to tackle this conversation that needed to be had. Lee waited with her at the door while she put her shoes on, and he grabbed her jacket from out of the closet.

"Please feel free to come back if you need anything. I will be home for the next little while." He said with a smile, handing her the coat. She looked up at him as she finished strapping on her shoes and grinned up at him in return, gently grabbing the jacket from him and putting it on.

"I will." She agreed, straightening up to look at him face-to-face. They exchanged a sincere moment of eye contact before she continued. "Thank you, Lee. For everything. For just...being a good friend and helping me through this."

He reached an arm out and rested his hand on her shoulder. "It is my pleasure. Please take care of yourself. Come back if you need anything at all."

She nodded and turned to open the door, waving at him as she left. She let out a shaky breath as she made the trek home, folding her jacket over her arms. She focused on the path ahead of her as her heart rate increased with every step closer she got to her house. This had to be done. She had come to terms now with the fact that this was a conversation that needed to be had, but it didn't make it any less anxiety inducing. She swallowed the dry lump in her throat as her heels clacked against the ground. Her pace slowed as she approached the main Nara residence, but her heart was beating fast and pounding against her chest. She could feel the blood rush to her ears and her face flushed with adrenaline as she stared at her front door. She was almost tempted to turn around and run back to the Yukimura household. Pushing through her anxieties, she bit the inside of her cheeks and slowly approached the door. She pushed her key into the lock and clicked it open. Her hand hovered over the knob hesitantly, letting out one final quivering breath as she twisted the knob and pushed the door open and stepped inside.

It was quiet. The house was still. She slinked into the main entrance and gently closed the door behind her, slipping her shoes off and removing her jacket to hang it up in the closet. She stepped into the foyer and looked around, but there was no sign of her husband anywhere.

"Guess he's at work," She said to herself, scratching her arm. "Figured as much." She moved over to the sofa and sat down, tucking her legs underneath her, then pulled her unfinished book from off of the side table. She flipped open to where she had left off reading. She stared at the page in front of her and made multiple attempts to string the sentences together in her head, but she couldn't focus. Her brain was too scattered. There were too many things running through her mind that sitting and reading just didn't seem to be something her brain would let her do. She closed it with a heavy sigh and replaced it on the side table.

She stood up from the couch and stretched her arms out in front of her, hoping that it would help her from feeling so fidgety. When that didn't work, she decided that she was going to try and clean the house. Maybe the handiwork would help her stop feeling so anxious. She dragged her feet against the hardwood floor as she began to tidy up; putting things back in their places, sweeping, dusting, taking out the trash. She had spent a good little while wiping down every neglected surface in their home, making sure that not one speck of dust was visible. Yuuna didn't deep clean like this often, but when she did, she hyper focused and wouldn't allow herself to do anything less than a perfect job.

After she had spent a few hours cleaning up around the house, she finally sat down on the couch with a loud sigh. Looking around at the now spotless living area, she smiled a little to herself. "Tetsuya would be proud. I don't think I've ever done this deep of a clean before." Her smile faded into a frown once she came down from the cleaning high, and she pulled her knees I to her chest as her anxiety slowly started to creep back up on her once more. She stayed curled up there for a few minutes before she decided that she needed to get out of the house again. Sitting around and waiting for Shikamaru to get home was just going to make her feel worse. She walked over to the main entrance and strapped on her shoes, then grabbed her coat from the closet and headed out. She didn't know where she was going to go, but she just didn't want to be at home.

She ended up walking the length of the village, taking in the early evening sights of shinobi and civilians alike enjoying the brisk fall weather. She had noticed a handful shinobi from outside of the Leaf that had come to participate in the second round of Chunin exams for the year who were taking in the sights. She smiled as she watched their eyes light up at seeing the Leaf Village for the very first time, observing how they would point at certain landmarks and laugh together. It filled her with joy knowing that the alliance between the shinobi nations was still going strong and that things were the most peaceful they had ever been.

The sun was setting and the air became colder. She sighed and watched as her breath became visible in the fall breeze, tightening the zipper of her jacket and placing her hands in her pockets. Deciding it was best to go home where it was warm, she made her way back to the Nara residence once more. As she approached the door, she noticed that the lights were on inside and her anxiety spiked up again. This was it. She had to talk to him about this. About her feelings. About his feelings. She took a deep breath and pressed on, opening the door and stepping inside.

The smell hit her like a wall. It was a melody of different ingredients that all seemed to blend together into a delicious scent. To say she was surprised would have been a grave understatement. She kicked her shoes off and hung her jacket up, then wandered over to where the smell was coming from. She stood in the threshold of the kitchen and watched in utter surprise as her husband was actually cooking. It was like something out of one of her dreams.

"What is all this?" Yuuna asked, watching as Shikamaru turned off the stove and brought the freshly cooked food over to the table. He slid the grilled vegetables out of the pan and on top of a bed of rice.

"It's dinner. What does it look like?" He said, replacing the empty pan on top of the stove and bringing over the grilled meat. Placing it down on the table, he wiped his hands on his shirt and looked up at her. "Cooking's not my forte, so it might suck. But it's better than not eating anything."

"I know it's dinner--" She spoke, taking another step into the kitchen and looking down at the food on the table. She looked up at him and their eyes met. Her heartbeat sped up and she could feel her throat tighten. "But why? This isn't like you. You're not even supposed to be home yet."

He scratched the back of his head and took a step closer to her. "Kakashi let me off early for the day. Said that he could handle the rest of the paperwork." He stood a few feet in front of her and looked down into her emerald eyes. He licked at his dry lips and swallowed the ball of anxiety in his throat. "Look, Yuuna. Last night...I said some stuff to you that absolutely wasn't true. I didn't even think about what I said. It just...came out. And I don't believe any of it. Not one bit. I know it hurt you hearing me say all of that stuff, but I just want you to know that it's not true. I've been stressed out with work, and then hearing you say you were pregnant made me think of Shikami, and I--...I lost my cool. But that's no excuse for treating you the way that I did. I let my emotions get the better of me when I should have been thinking more carefully about the situation. And I know all this won't make up for what a jerk I was last night, but...I really am sorry."

She stood there with her hands held closely to her chest, staring up into his mocha eyes. Her own glazed over with tears and her bottom lip began to tremble. Shikamaru took another step closer to her and raised a hand up to cup her face in his hand and gently stroke his thumb along her cheek. She pulled her own hand up to meet his, closing her eyes and leaning her face into his hand as she could feel the tears stream down her cheeks. She was then pulled into a strong embrace as one of his arms wrapped around the back of her neck and the other hand rested on top of her head to stroke her long brown hair. She pulled him in closer and began to sob, gripping his shirt tightly and burying her face into his chest. He stood there patiently and held her as she wept. He pressed his lips against the side of her head and held her in his arms.

"I-I'm sorry." She muttered in between sobs. He perked his head up slightly and looked down at her.

"What? What do you have to be sorry for?" He questioned. "I was the one being an asshole, not you."

"I just...I th-thought...that you were okay. I-I thought that you had gotten over her. I never asked. I didn't c-consider how you were feeling." She whimpered, clutching onto him for dear life. "I was selfish. I sh-should have talked to you. I was just...scared. I was so scared."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." He said, gently scratching the top of her head to soothe her. "It...was a hard time for you too. You didn't want to reopen old wounds. I'm not angry at you."

Yuuna shifted to look up at him, placing her hands on his cheeks and meeting his eyes. She could see the fear and the guilt that resided within them and she nearly choked on her words as she spoke. "I'm sorry I never came out and asked you. I'm sorry I just...ignored your feelings. I'm sorry that I couldn't see how much you were hurting too."

What a mess they had wound up in. They had been so excited to start a family together. To bring new life into the world together. They felt so close to one another, like they were the strongest they had ever been. But then they lost their child. They lost the thing that they had created together and wanted to raise together. It broke them. She couldn't eat for weeks and he picked up smoking again. Things seemed to only get worse from then on. They had drifted apart; neither one blamed the other for what happened, it was something entirely out of either of their control, but things had changed.

He swallowed and looked down into her tear filled eyes, raising a hand up to her face to wipe away the streaks that stained her cheeks. He cupped her face in his hand and pulled her closer to him, placing a kiss onto her soft lips. She draped her arms over the back of his neck and pulled her body flat against his, and in turn he wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her close to him. They embraced each other for a moment before he broke the kiss to catch his breath and sigh.

"We should probably eat something." He muttered, brushing her bangs out of her face and tracing his fingers along her skin. "We can talk after that, okay?"

She nodded slowly in response and he placed one last kiss on her lips before they released their hold on one another. Shikamaru shuffled over to the table and sat down. Yuuna followed close behind him, pulling out her own chair and sitting opposite him at the table. She wiped at her face before picking up her chopsticks and saying a short grace. Dinner was quiet. Neither of them really said anything to one another. It wasn't necessarily an awkward silence. It was more like they were both so emotionally drained that they didn't have the energy to spark up a casual conversation while such a heavy subject was looming over their heads. Instead, they simply would have rathered eating first and talking later.

Once dinner had been eaten, Yuuna began to clear the table of their dirty dishes and brought them over to the kitchen sink. She rolled her sleeves up and was getting ready to start cleaning them, but Shikamaru came up beside her and shut the faucet off. He took her hands in his own and they looked at one another.

"Cleaning can wait until later." He said, placing a kiss on top of her head. "Let's chat, okay?"

She sighed through her nose and nodded. He began to make his way into their shared bedroom, tugging her hand lightly so she would follow him. Once inside, he flipped on the bedroom light and sat down at the edge of the bed. She followed suit, folding her hands into her lap as she sat down next to him. Both of them were anxious. Their hearts were pounding and their minds were racing. Neither one knew where to start, nor who should go first.

"Do you--" They said simultaneously, exchanging a glance and then looking away from one another.

"You can go first," He offered, turning back to face her a little more.

"I--...don't even know where to start." She sighed shakily, running a hand through her long brown locks. Her thumb grazed over the heart-shaped scar on her forehead and she rubbed it a little before bringing her hands down into her lap. "I'm...happy. I'm excited. I'm nervous. I'm scared. I am...so fucking scared. I'm so scared of losing this baby, too. I want nothing more than for this child to be safe and healthy and I want to bring it into this world and hold it and love it and treasure it in all of the ways we would have done for Shikami. I want this baby to grow up and live a happy life but I am so fucking scared that something's going to happen and we're gonna lose this one too."

She had absentmindedly placed one of her hands over her stomach and clutched at the fabric of her sweater, trembling as the words rolled off her tongue. Her vision blurred and she quickly shut her eyes to stop the tears from falling. Her breathing became rapid and she could feel her head spin as the air became thick and heavy around her. Noticing the oncoming panic, he reached his hand over to thread his fingers with hers, holding her tightly. She dug her nails into the back of his hand, but feeling him there grounded her enough to allow her breathing to steady. Once she had calmed down a little she exhaled deeply and loosened her grip on Shikamaru's hand. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. She looked down at their interlocked fingers and then wiped at her face, then shifted her emerald gaze to look up into his mocha eyes.

"I worry about you." She spoke quietly, shuffling closer to him on the bed. "I worry about you so damn much. I know you started picking up smoking again because of this. I know it's your way of handling stress. I understand that. I do. But seeing you smoke three packs of cigarettes a week is...frustrating. It's infuriating. It's fucking terrifying. I want you to be around for this baby. I want you to watch this child grow up with me. I want you to teach them how to play shogi, and how to use the Nara clan's jutsu, and how to become a responsible human being. I'm so damn scared that you're gonna get sick and die before you even get to meet our child."

He shifted his gaze back and forth between her eyes and exhaled lightly through his nose before looking down at their interlocked fingers. "I know. I know I'm being stupid. It's the only thing that helps me keep my head straight since my dad isn't around for me to play shogi with anymore." He squeezed her hand gently before looking back up into her eyes and speaking softly. "I--...Look, I can't promise that I'll be able to flat out quit. I've tried before and it hasn't worked. But...I'll cut back. If that'll make you worry a little less, then I'll cut back, okay? I...I want to be here for this kid too."

"That's all I'm asking. I know how hard it is. I've seen you struggle with it before. But it has to be done." She said firmly, but her voice was tender. She slowly reached her hand up to cup his cheek and stroke it with her thumb. "I've already lost two of the closest people in the world to me, plus our first child. I am not losing you, too."

He shifted his face slightly to rest his mouth against the palm of Yuuna's hand, closing his eyes and kissing it softly. He opened his eyes to look down at her, taking in every single feature of his wife's face. Every freckle, every scar. His heart fluttered for a moment when their eyes met and he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"You won't lose me." He reassured, moving his own hand to press it against her own cheek. "You married me, so you're stuck with my dumb ass whether you like it or not." He snickered and lowered his face to meet hers, pressing a tender kiss onto her lips. She hummed happily then broke away after a moment, looking straight into his eyes.

"I'm so sorry I never talked to you about your feelings before, Shikamaru." She admitted, resting her forehead against his. "I'll be better from now on. I won't shy away from it. Even if it hurts. We're in this together and I won't let you go through anything like this alone anymore."

He shook his head slightly before packing her quickly on the lips. "I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to me about it. You were dealing with your own thoughts about it too. You didn't want to reopen the wounds after you'd finally kind of stitched yourself back together. Even so...thank you. I won't be so quick to write my feelings off either. I'll come to you if something is bugging me instead of running away from it like I always do." He lowered his hand to rest it against her stomach, then pulled his head away from hers to look down at it. He furrowed his brow slightly, pursing his lips a little, and exhaled through his nose. "I'm gonna help you raise this kid. I'm not gonna hide away from it. I'm gonna father this child and do for them what I couldn't do for Shikami."

She nudged his face back up to look at her and pressed a kiss against his lips, then pulled away to look into his eyes and smile delicately. He returned the smile and pecked her forehead, running his hand up to the back of her head to hold her closely. He pulled away from her and their eyes met again.

"I love you, dummy." She spoke quietly, resting her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and laid his cheek there, gently scratching the back of her neck.

"I love you too, noodle." He stroked the top of her head, combing his fingers through her hair again. He dragged them carefully through the length of her long brown locks in a calming rhythm. She shifted her arms to wrap them underneath his and around his back, nuzzling her cheek against his collarbone.

They embraced each other for a few minutes, happily sitting in the quiet and relishing in each other's presence. Shikamaru yawned and lifted his hand from her head to rub at his eyes. As he laid his cheek back down on her, a faint gurgling resonated from underneath Yuuna's sweater. She tilted her head down a little to look at her stomach, which growled at her again.

"You're still hungry?" He asked in a playful tone. He pulled away from her to look down at her stomach, and laughed as it grumbled on cue.

"Don't look at me like that, I have a baby growing inside me!! Cut me some slack!" She pushed herself up off of the bed with a huff and he snickered, following behind her.

The two meandered into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa with a yawn, stretching his arms up over his head then down onto the back of the couch. She had wandered into the kitchen and pulled out a cup of instant ramen, then turned on the kettle and waited for the water to boil. While she waited, she sat down on the couch next to him and cuddled up against his chest, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt and listening to the sound of his heart beat.

At some point they had both dozed off, and Shikamaru was awoken with a start from the sound of the kettle shutting off. His sudden jolt caused Yuuna to start as well, a groggy groan rumbling within her chest. She sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes.

"Water's boiled." He noted before yawning, running a hand overtop of his head and scratching at the back of his neck. She looked up at him and then over her shoulder into the kitchen then back to him. She sighed through her nose before leaning her head back down on his chest. He raised an eyebrow down at his wife. "You're not gonna make yourself some food?"

She simply responded with a tired groan and another sigh, nuzzling against him again. He sighed and ran his hand over her head, scratching at her scalp as she laid against his torso. They remained like that for a while, relishing in the other's presence, enjoying the serene silence between them. After a few minutes, he yawned again and squeezed her shoulder.

"C'mon. Let's head to bed." He whispered. She sighed and pushed herself up off his chest and looked him in the eyes, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. She pulled back and he smiled down at her.

He shifted his hand from around her shoulder and pressed his palm against her cheek, pulling her into another kiss, running his thumb along the side of her face. She returned the gesture, holding his face against hers, lips curling into a smile. She poked her tongue out from between them and ran it across his bottom lip. He parted them just enough to allow his own tongue to meet hers. He moved his other hand to her waist where he smoothed it up and down at a leisurely pace. She leaned forwards, pushing him back towards the armrest of the sofa where she climbed on top of him and straddled his waist, never once breaking the kiss.

She shifted one hand from his face and slid it down his body, gradually moving lower and lower until it rested against the waistline of his pants. She slipped her fingertips under the band, dragging her hand downwards until it rested overtop of his crotch. He let out a soft groan as her fingers touched his skin, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. She felt him fill out a little more and smiled against his mouth, laying her hand flat against his hardening girth and rubbing her palm up and down against him. He pulled away to catch his breath then pressed his forehead against hers, locking eyes with his wife. She bit down gently on her lip with a smile as she continued to rub up and down his length until he was fully hard, curling her fingers around him and stroking slowly. He drew out a breath and pulled her lips against his again, the quietest moan sneaking past his lips as he did so. She shifted for a moment, lifting herself up so she could tug his pants down around his knees, then broke the kiss to smile at him and inch her way down his body.

Shikamaru watched with a huff as she maneuvered herself between his legs. He swallowed down hard when she curled her fingers around his length again, and watched as her mouth drew closer to it. She grazed the head of his cock with her lips, then placed a string of kisses from the tip all the way down the shaft. She parted her lips and poked her tongue out from between them, giving little kitten licks as she continued to stroke his girth. Yuuna's lips trailed back up to the tip where she swirled her tongue around the sensitive skin, keeping her gaze focused on her husband's mocha eyes. With a quiet moan, she opened her mouth and took him in, slowly bobbing her head along his length. He let out a sharp exhale and pushed her hair out of her eyes, laying his hand on top of her head and leaning his own down onto the arm rest. She closed her eyes as she swirled her tongue around him, hollowing out her cheeks as she swallowed him to the base. He exhaled again and cracked an eye open to see himself buried to the hilt inside her throat and he let out a low groan, his hips giving a shallow buck as he pulled himself out slightly to slide back into her mouth.

She moaned at the feeling, bobbing her head along his length again. He gave another roll of his hips and he balled the hand on top of her head into a fist, pulling gently at her hair as he guided her along his length, panting with every stroke of his cock. It wasn't long before he'd worked her into a steady pace, her lips kissing his pelvis as she swallowed him whole every time.

"Sh-Shit--..." He muttered breathlessly, slamming his eyes shut and relaxing as she pulled away from him with a pop to catch her own breath, giving his cock a few steady pumps as she crawled back over top of him. Yuuna leaned in and kissed him, all teeth and tongue, and she groaned when she felt his hand slip between her legs.

"Maybe we should take this to bed." She giggled as he kissed at her neck, making no effort to separate herself from him.

"Tch." He scoffed against her skin, trailing his fingertips along her clothed slit. He rested his palm against her pelvis and pushed his fingers upwards, applying friction where he knew she wanted it. Still, he couldn't help the smirk that stretched across his face upon hearing her moan into his ear. "You're such a pain."

He kissed her again, pushing his back up off of the armrest of the couch, effectively rolling her off of him and onto her feet to the floor beside him. He stood up and took her hand, pants still hanging low on his waist, and began to drag her behind him into the bedroom. Once inside, he led her to the bed where she flopped backwards and rested her head on the pillows. Shikamaru took the opportunity to shuck his pants all the way off, and proceeded to also remove his shirt while he was at it. He situated himself between her legs on the bed, then leaned down to kiss her again. Yuuna wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and used her free hand to stroke his cock again, which elicited a soft groan from her husband. He ran his hands up her waist, pushing her sweater up farther and farther until he broke the kiss to lift it up off her torso. The second both her sweater and bra were discarded to the floor, he dove forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, slowly lapping at it with his tongue. She let out a soft moan at the feeling, rubbing her legs together to ease the growing friction between her thighs.

Taking note of this, Shikamaru shifted to lean on his forearm while his other hand skated down her body. He slipped his hand under her leggings, pressing his fingertips against her soaking panties, running lines up and down her clothed slit as he continued to leisurely lave at her sensitive nub. She let out another moan, her grip around his cock instinctively tightening as she stroked him faster.

"You like that, huh?" He asked, voice muffled as his lips pressed against her skin. Of course, it was a rhetorical question; he very much knew the answer already. She nodded anyways, like he knew she would, and separated from her breast with a soft pop. "Tell me what you want."

"W-Wanna feel you," She murmured, threading her fingers through his hair and loosening it from its confines. "Fuck, Shikamaru, I-I want to feel you. I-I want you to touch me."

He smirked down at her. Normally he'd get her to be a little more specific about the places she wanted him to touch. But it was different tonight. All he really cared about was making her feel good. And he'd make sure he did a damn good job.

"That's my good girl." He whispered. Shikamaru leaned forward to close the space between their faces, lazily running his tongue along her lips. She immediately opened her mouth just enough for his tongue to go poking around hers. He pulled his hand up just enough to slip it under her underwear, gliding his middle finger ever so lightly through her folds. Yuuna shuddered at the feeling, cracking her half lidded eyes open just enough to look up at him as he kissed her. She shut them again with a moan as he circled the pad of his middle finger around her clit, pulling her mouth away from his to press her forehead into the crook of his neck.

"F-Fuck," She mumbled, stroking his cock quickly with a pant. He continued to trace lazy circles around her sensitive bud, tilting his head to kiss her ear.

"You like it when I touch you here, don't you?" He rasped, his breath hot against her skin. She simply nodded in response as she continued to stroke his girth. He kissed the shell of her ear, gently skating his lips down her face to her neck where he began to suck tenderly on the skin there. He lapped at the mark he left with his tongue, kissing it before shifting his body downwards to drag his lips along her exposed skin.

He kissed everywhere he could reach as he lowered himself. But when his lips met her stomach, he paused for a moment. He looked at her belly and pulled his hand up, caressing his palm along the skin. He smiled, then leaned forward and placed a fragile kiss against her navel; like if he kissed too hard, it would somehow hurt their child. He did this a few more times, caressing her skin and delivering delicate kisses all along her stomach. Yuuna watched as he did so and couldn't help the smile that graced her features. She gently scratched at his scalp and chuckled.

"You're gonna be such an amazing dad." She murmured. He kissed her stomach again and looked up at her with a smile.

"Yeah, well, it's thanks to you I'm gonna be a dad in the first place." He whispered against her skin, running his hands up and down her waist and kissing her all over. "I'm gonna make sure I take care of this kid the best I can."

She hummed in satisfaction, grazing his scalp lightly with her fingernails again. He gave her waist a light squeeze before shifting his hands to hook his fingers into the hem of her leggings.

"But first, I'm gonna take care of you."

In one swift movement, he tugged her leggings and panties down off of her body and smirked, tossing them to the side with the other items of discarded clothing. He smoothed his hands down her thighs then hooked them underneath the crook of her knees, gently pushing her legs back until her knees were flush with her chest. He lowered his head and hovered his mouth over her folds, his hot breath fanning against her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. He placed kisses along her inner thighs, kissing everywhere he could reach, until he finally decided to pull his right hand down from under her knee and spread her apart to expose her throbbing clit. He nudged himself forward and licked a stripe from her entrance up to her clit, lapping at it slowly.

"Ah, f-fuck," Yuuna whimpered, shifting a hand up to her face and watching as his tongue made slow, lazy circles around her nerves. He took her clit into his mouth and suckled on it gently, making sure to flick his tongue the way he knew she liked it. He slipped his middle finger inside of her, pumping it in and out of her heat at a lax pace, moaning against her skin. The vibration from his voice sent a throb right to her core and she whimpered, slamming her eyes shut. She rolled her hips forward lightly, searching for that perfect spot. As soon as she found it, she exhaled deeply and slid her hand to rest on top of his head, pulling his hair and rolling against his tongue again.

Shikamaru continued his ministrations, recognizing the telltale signs of his wife's approaching climax. He kept a steady pace but proceeded with more enthusiasm, shifting his body to press against her harder. She tugged his head closer, riding his tongue and biting down on her knuckle to keep herself from making too much noise. With one final thrust of his finger and one final flick of his tongue, the coil in her gut snapped and she arched her back off the bed, grinding her clit against his face as she moaned out loud. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her steady as she came around his tongue, groaning against her heat and grinding down against the mattress to ease some of the throbbing tension in his cock. When she finally came down from her high, he crawled overtop of her and smiled down at his wife.

"You look so damn pretty when you're cumming for me, kitten." He whispered, leaning forward to kiss her. She moaned at the taste and the scent of her essence on his lips. It sent a throbbing right to her core and she reached down to fist his cock, stroking it a few times. She slid his cock through her folds, gathering the mixture of her slick and his saliva to coat it before guiding his head to her entrance. He groaned against her mouth and cussed under his breath as he felt the tip of his cock breaching her tight hole.

"Fuck, Shikamaru. I need you, baby." She whispered, pushing him into her with a moan.

"Fucking hell," He growled, then slammed his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt inside her. They both cried out a moan together and Yuuna shifted to wrap her legs around his hips as he began to fuck into her wet heat.

He thrusted his hips into her own, the lewd sound of their shared moans and skin on skin filling the air of their shared bedroom. She moved one hand down to fist the bedsheets and the other to his cheek. She pulled his face downwards and as soon as their lips met she opened her mouth to allow her tongue to meet his. He leaned forward on his forearm, caging her in, as his other hand skated down her chest to massage her flesh. He rolled her nipple between his fingertips, tugging it away from her body before palming her breast and squeezing the soft flesh. She keened at the sensation, pulling her lips away from his to watch as his cock disappeared inside of her.

"F-Fuck, s-so good," She mewled underneath him, looking back up at him and cupping his face with both her hands. "S-so good, baby, i-it's so good--!!"

Shikamaru smirked down at her as he pounded into her and leaned forward to lick at the salty skin of her neck. He slowed his pace down significantly to match the lazy dragging of his tongue against her flesh. He licked up from the crook of her neck to the shell of her ear where he let his lips hover as he rolled his hips agonizingly slowly.

"You like that, don't you, kitten?" He whispered, accenting the pet name with a roll of his hips. She nodded furiously and bucked her hips forward to match his pace and he felt his cock throbbing inside of her. "I wanna hear you say it."

"L-Love your cock," She whimpered. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck to hold him tightly against her as she panted and thrusted her hips forward again desperately to meet his. "S-So good, y-your cock is so good."

"That's my good girl." The smirk was audible in his voice. He licked at her earlobe then took it between his teeth, pulling at the soft skin as he resumed kneading her breast in the palm of his hand. "Fuck, Yuuna, you're my good girl."

Without warning, he picked up a brutal pace again, fucking into her tight hole. He groaned at the intoxicating sensation of her walls clamping down around him. She let out a lustful cry as she pressed her forehead into the crook of his neck, allowing her tongue to fall from her lips as she panted. He slithered his hand down from her breast and situated his palm against her pelvis, then began tracing agonizingly slow circles around her sensitive clit as he pounded into her. She jerked at the sudden sensation; the relentless pace he set while he fucked into her combined with the slow, easy movement of his fingers against her nerves had her head spinning and her vision going white. It wasn't long until her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she was cumming around him. She arched her back up off of the bed once more and dug her fingernails into his skin as she rode his cock through her climax.

"Such a good fuckin' girl, Yuuna," He rasped, slowing his pace as he fucked her through her orgasm. He pulled his hand up to cup her face as he kissed her, licking at her tongue as she panted against his lips. Shikamaru slid his hand down to her waist and shifted his weight, rolling over onto his back and pulling her on top of him. He let out a groan against her lips as she sunk down onto his length. He broke the kiss to catch his breath and smoothed his hands up and down her waist, then looked up at her with a smirk. "You're gonna ride my cock now, yeah?"

Without hesitation she leaned forward to close the gap between them and began rolling her hips along his length. Their tongues met once more as the lewd sound of their hips slapping together filled the room. He slipped his hands under her ass to help guide her hips along his girth and groaned into her mouth as the tip of his cock kissed her cervix with every thrust. She pulled away from his face, the string of saliva connecting their tongues dissipating as she sat up. Using his chest for leverage, she began to bounce her hips up and down his length. He cussed quietly to himself and reached up to massage her tits between his fingers again, allowing her to take the reins. She quickened her movements, tilting her head to the side and smiling as she watched him furrow his brow and bite his lip.

"Does it feel good, baby?" She murmured, slowing down again and leaning forward until her tits were pressed flat against his chest. She captured his lip between her teeth as she rolled her hips against his. He groaned and bucked his hips upwards, slithering his hands down to her ass again where he palmed the mounds of flesh in his hands. She giggled and licked his lips, bouncing back down onto his cock.

"Fuck--" He muttered, thrusting up into her heat again.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" She keened, slowing down to an agonizing pace. He surged forward and kissed her again, biting down gently on her tongue as it entered his mouth. She continued circling her hips ever so slowly against his, giggling against his mouth. He guided her along his girth again, plunging into her soaking cunt and growling against her lips. She hummed and pulled away from his face, shifting her hips upwards until only the head of his cock remained inside her. "Use your words, baby, I wanna hear you say it."

Shikamaru scoffed and snapped his hips upwards until their hips met again, eliciting an erotic moan from both of them. He pressed his forehead against hers, slamming his eyes shut and panting as he felt his length twitching inside of her. He gave a shallow nod and cracked his eyes open to see his wife's half lidded emerald eyes staring back at him.

"Yeah," He muttered quietly, squeezing the globes of her ass beneath his palms again. "F-Feels good."

Yuuna gave a mischievous giggle and repeated the action of lifting her hips until just the tip of his girth remained inside of her, then wiggled her hips around and pushed her knees outwards to adjust her balance.

"What feels good?" She asked, giving the tiniest buck of her hips to entice him to answer. He gave a heavy pant and closed the space between their faces once more, moaning against her lips.

"Love it when you fuck me, kitten," He groaned behind gritted teeth, giving her ass another squeeze. He licked at her mouth again and their tongues met in a heated dance. Smiling against his mouth, Yuuna sank back down onto his cock and began to bounce her hips along his length at a steady pace. He groaned again, knitting his brows together as he felt the pressure building up in his gut. He shifted his right hand from her ass to her pelvis where he flicked at her swollen clit with his thumb. He wanted to get at least one more out of her before he finished.

"Gonna make you cum all over my cock," He muttered, thrusting his hips up against hers. She twitched at the feeling of his thumb making quick work of her nerves and subconsciously began to move faster as she fucked herself on his length. "Gonna make a mess of my good girl."

She lunged forward to meet his lips, sealing them with a kiss as she bounced hungrily along his girth, swallowing his cock whole with every plunge of her hips. He let out a strained moan against her lips, his climax approaching quicker than he had anticipated. In a last ditch effort to get his wife to finish before he did, he pulled his other hand up from under her ass and wrapped it around her back and pulled her down so their chests were flush against one another. She cried out at the sudden position change which allowed his cock to hit deeper inside her quivering heat. He pressed tight, quick circles against her clit with his thumb and began thrusting upwards into her at a brutal pace. The combined intensity of his thrusts with the quick movement of his fingers against her nerves had her seeing stars. She fisted the bed sheets as her orgasm crashed over her, crying out his name and rolling her eyes into the back of her head. It didn't take long for him to follow after as he searched for his own release. With a guttural groan, his hips stuttered against hers as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, painting her inner walls white with thick ropes of cum.

"Fuck, so good," He mumbled against her skin, heaving for breath in synchronization with her. He pulled his other hand up and laid it on the back of her head, gently scratching at her scalp as they caught their breath. "You did so good, Yuuna."

She rolled to the side with a huff, disconnecting herself from her husband but tangling her legs together with his once she settled. She nuzzled her head into his chest and kissed his salty skin. Shikamaru stroked the back of her head, running it down the length of her long brown hair. He pressed his lips to the crown of her head and sighed contently through his nose. They laid there in silence together for a few minutes enjoying each other's company. Thinking he was still asleep, Yuuna startled a little when he spoke.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You know that, right?"

She shifted from her position to look up into his mocha eyes. There was a vulnerability behind them. It almost looked as if he was scared. She smiled at him and cupped his cheek with her hand, then stroked it with her thumb.

"I thought I was a drag." She teased, pressing a little peck to the tip of his nose. He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Well, duh, of course you are." He agreed, smoothing his hand down from the back of her neck to her waist. "But you're also my best friend."

"Don't tell Chouji that. I think he'd probably cry." She chuckled, stroking his cheek again.

"Trust me, he already knows." He smiled. It faded after a second and he furrowed his brow, that serious expression returning to his features. He squeezed her waist and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers. "I just...I love you, okay? I know I haven't been the best husband in the world sometimes but god dammit do I love you."

He slid his hand down from her waist to her stomach where he pressed his palm lightly against the skin.

"I'm fucking terrified." He admitted quietly. Yuuna pulled back to look at him, her brows furrowed upward in concern for seeing her usually stoic husband so vulnerable.

"I know, baby," She murmured, shifting her emerald gaze between his mocha eyes. "But we're in this together, remember? We're gonna be okay. We have each other and no matter what happens, we're gonna be okay."

He sighed through his nose again and pressed his forehead to hers, caressing her stomach. "I just wish Shikami could have met her new sibling I guess."

"Me too." She whispered. Her lower lip quivered and her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. Shikamaru pulled back and moved his hand up to her face to wipe her tears away.

"Ah, shit, I didn't mean to make you cry." He said, wiping his thumb along her cheek to brush away the salt water. "Sorry."

She shook her head and smiled with a sniffle. "It's okay. We're okay."

He let his hand rest on her cheek and he grinned down at her, then leaned in to press a sweet kiss to her quivering lips. He pulled away after a tender moment, rubbing his thumb along her cheek.

"Yeah." He agreed. "We're okay."

They smiled at one another and shared another compassionate kiss before they cuddled up against each other, a mess of tangled limbs and beating hearts. Silence had filled the room once more, and nothing other than their breathing could be heard in the serene atmosphere. He sighed deeply through his nose, holding his sleeping wife against his chest, combing his fingers through her long brown locks.

"We're okay."

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