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sukirichi · 3 years

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a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you.

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you.

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this.

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face. “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.

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emeraldiis · 3 years

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Tied Hands Can’t Kill

A/N: welp, it’s finally here! Part two of Enough Trust for Us Both, enjoy!!

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Summary: Bucky watches you, hungry eyes glued to your glistening fingers when you pull them out. His tongue comes out to drag across his lips, and you know what he wants.

Bucky’s afraid of hurting you, so you cuff him during sex. That’s pretty much the summary

Tonight’s date night. You have lots of fun things prepared: a nice dinner, a movie, several bottles of fine wine, and a shiny pair of vibranium handcuffs. The cuffs are out of sight, resting in your nightstand, but you still feel like they’re mocking you as you stir the spaghetti on the stove. Bucky’s out, meeting with Stark about some complicated feud with another country that you didn’t understand, and you’re anxiously awaiting his return. The noodles probably didn’t need to be stirred that much, but you need to keep busy. You have to keep your mind off of tonight if you want to make it through dinner.

You’re just setting out the plates as Bucky walks in. You’re greeted with a bear hug that nearly topples you over, and you manage to squeak out a warning before Bucky sends the tableware crashing to the ground.

Bucky steps back and holds you at arm's length, eyes softening as he gazes lovingly at you. “Sorry, doll. I missed you.”

You melt. A warm smile trickles across your face and you sigh happily. “I missed you, too. You hungry? I made pasta.”

As he inhales deeply, taking in the rich scent of your cooking, Bucky nearly starts drooling. “I’m starving,” he moans, making a beeline for the pot on the stove. You watch him go, rolling your eyes. Looks like you didn’t need to worry about filling his plate. With a shrug, you serve yourself, too.

Dinner is as good as you’d hoped it’d be. Bucky barely has time to breathe with how quickly he shovels food down his throat, mumbling compliments through a full mouth. You don’t mind his iffy manners; if he likes your cooking that much, then you’d let eat however he wanted. Even if that meant feeling like you were sitting across from a dog with a steak.

The wine disappears just as quickly as the food. You limit yourself to a few glasses, wanting a clear head for the night’s events, but Bucky does no such thing. Having an enhanced tolerance was both a blessing and a curse, you thought to yourself. On one hand, he could have as many glasses he wanted without worrying about getting a bit too tipsy, but on the other...you’ve seen him rack up one hell of a tab at a bar.

Finally sated, Bucky leans back in his chair and shoots you a grin. “Doll, I think I missed your cookin’ more than I missed you,” he teases.

A giggle bubbles up from your stomach. “I guess I’ll have to start ordering take out. Maybe it’ll make you appreciate me a bit more.”

“No,” Bucky whines, lips falling into a pout. “I take it back, I’m sure you’re better tasting than anything you can whip up in the kitchen.”

There it is again, that flirty side that you rarely get to witness. You try to encourage him, wanting more of that wicked mouth. “How about you see for yourself?” You pause, gauging Bucky’s reaction. When he holds your stare instead of looking away, you know you’re okay to keep going. “I, I have the cuffs.” Your face burns when Bucky’s eyes widen, like he hadn’t been expecting you to follow through on your promise. “You know, for later. If you want.” Your voice has lowered into something only a bit louder than a whisper, and you can feel yourself losing your nerve.

“Can we,” Bucky starts, pausing to swallow thickly. “Can we skip the movie?”

Your heart jumps, then picks back up its pounding rhythm. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears, can feel it drain all the way down to your stomach, and then between your legs. “Yeah, yeah we can do that.” Your voice sounds foreign, strange, through your ringing ears. You take another sip of wine, hoping to ease the anxiety. Nervousness swirls with excitement through your stomach. This is what you want, what you’ve been waiting for all these months, but now that it’s here? The butterflies feel like they have knives.

When he realizes that you’re frozen in place, Bucky stands, and makes it way over to you. You can tell that he’s half-hard in his black jeans, and your mouth starts to water. You swallow hard before rising from your chair and trying to step past Bucky, towards the hallway. He places a big hand on your shoulder, and you freeze again.

“Hey,” Bucky murmurs. He leans down to press his lips to the top of your head, and his breath tickles when it blows through your hair. “Breathe, baby. We don’t have to do-”

“No!” You say loudly, startling Bucky. Seeing his brow furrowed in worry, you force yourself to take a deep breath and collect yourself before continuing. “Sorry, I just...I don’t want to fuck this up. I want it to be good for both of us, so bad, and I’m scared you won’t enjoy it.”

With a stern look and a purse of his lips, Bucky gently grabs each of your arms and brings them around his neck. “Stop that,” he says, and your knees go to jelly when it comes out more as a command than a request. “Baby doll, whatever you end up doing, I promise you that I will enjoy it. I think you’re forgetting that I’ve dreamin’ about this, too.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “And you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?”

Bucky’s metal fingers come up to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, and you close your eyes when the soothing cold of the metal touches your cheek. “I promise.”

You don’t make it past the doorway to the bedroom before Bucky has you up against the wall, kissing the life out of you. He’s still holding back, you notice, but this is progress. His metal arm is stuffed in his back pocket, keeping it away from you, but he’s using the other to support himself on the wall beside your head, boxing you in. You moan into his mouth, and Bucky pulls back instinctively. His pupils are blown wide and he’s panting, lips parted. “I think,” he whispers. “I think we need those handcuffs now.”

You’re quick to act, ducking past him to open your nightstand drawer and snatching them from their hiding place. The metal is so cold that it almost feels sharp, and you unconsciously hold the cuffs away from your body like they’re a dangerous animal. Something glints in Bucky’s eyes when he sees the handcuffs. He chews on his bottom lips, still standing near the entrance of the room. Deciding that he needs some...encouragement, you make a show of crawling onto the bed, making sure your skirt comes up just enough to reveal your black panties.

A growl sounds from behind you, and the bed dips as Bucky clambers on. He wastes no time in pushing past you, lying down and sliding to the headboard, putting his arms above his head obediently. “Someone’s eager, huh?” You laugh, scooting to the side of the bed to give Bucky more room.

Bucky narrows his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. You’re over here shaking that cute little ass in my face, how’s a man expected to resist that?” He wiggles his arms impatiently. “C’mon, sweet thing.” Now it’s you who needs encouragement. Bucky catches the uncertainty on your face and drops his arms to tug at the hem of his tight navy shirt. With a wink, he lifts the fabric up above his head, giving you an eyeful of those huge biceps and tight abs. The shirt gets tossed somewhere to the side, neither of you caring to notice where it lands.

A breath catches in your throat, and you shoot an apprehensive look to the cuffs dangling from your hand. Moving quickly before you lose your nerve, you slide over to Bucky and straddle his hips, then lean up to hook the handcuffs around his wrists. All the while, you keep a close eye on Bucky’s expression, watching for any sign of discomfort. You know that he probably has some pretty traumatic memories associated with being restrained; triggering those is the last thing you want to do.

To your relief, Bucky’s face stays open and trusting. He watches you with a rapt look, eyes lidded in arousal as you click the cuffs around the wooden headboard. “Don’t break my bed,” you with as stern of a voice as you can muster. Bucky bites his lip against what you just know is going to be some teasing remark. You stick your tongue out at him and sit back on your haunches, admiring your handiwork.

Bucky looks absolutely gorgeous. His arms are stretched up above him, and in his human arm the muscles ripple and bulge as he shifts. The look on his face is what kills you, though. He looks wrecked, lips bitten red and face flushed with a pretty shade of pink. You lean down to kiss him gently, grinning to yourself when he tries and fails to arch up and deepen the kiss. “Oh, baby. We haven’t even started and you’re already…” you trail off with a breathy sigh of adoration.

“Shut up,” Bucky shoots back, turning his head to the side as much as he can to avoid your gaze. “I-it’s been a while since I’ve, y’know.”

You immediately feel bad for teasing him. Wanting to kiss the frown off of Bucky’s lips, you place your fingers on the side of his jaw to turn his face back towards you. When he shivers, you trail a fingertip down his face, scratching a bit at the dark stubble there. Bucky trembles again, and you immediately press your mouth to his. Something in that kiss seems to set him off, because he wastes no time straining against his bonds and licking his way past your lips.

You moan around his tongue as it strokes yours. Now this is a proper kiss, nothing like those gentle pecks you had gotten so used to. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids when they fall shut, and everything in you wants to uncuff Bucky, to feel those strong hands grip your hips and pull you onto his cock. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought as your patience dissipates.

Reluctantly breaking away from the kiss, you slide down Bucky’s body until you reach the hem of his jeans. Your eyes flick back up to Bucky’s to silently ask for permission. He nods and blushes. Shaking fingers reach for the button, and although it takes you a few tries, you eventually manage to undo it. The sound of Bucky’s zipper being pulled down is deafening in the quiet room. Bucky sighs in relief as you relieve the pressure on his erection, and you nearly groan out loud at seeing the bulge in his dark red briefs. A loud clink startles you out of your daze, and you realize that Bucky’s straining against the cuffs, looking at you with desperation. “Please, doll. I’m done waiting.”

You can’t help but take pity on your squirming boyfriend. With a coy grin, you slide Bucky’s briefs down his legs and lower your head until his leaking cock is nearly brushing your lips. Bucky whines at you, and you flick your tongue out to catch the drop of precum beading at the tip. The reaction you get is explosive. Bucky cries out and arches up towards your mouth, metal arm whirring loudly as he struggles against his bonds. You place a hand on his hip to soothe him, but also as a warning to settle down before he works himself up too much.

Wide eyes meet yours, and then they close while Bucky takes deep breaths. He forces himself to relax against the pillows, jaw clenched. “Sorry,” he half-whispers. His voice sounds wrecked already. “‘M bein’ good. Can you...?”

It’s impossible to resist; Bucky’s so submissive, so willing to please you, and it’s driving you crazy. Taking a breath, you dive down to suck him into your mouth, fighting back a smile when his hips jerk under your hand. Fortunately, Bucky seems to have gotten a handle on himself. Muscles tense, he manages to keep from choking you as you let your jaw adjust to the stretch.

You breathe through your nose, sinking lower until you’re almost nestled against his stomach, then pull back, dragging your tongue along the bottom ridge. That earns you a soft curse, so you repeat the motion, soon getting into a steady rhythm that has Bucky groaning and pleading for more. Just once, you overestimate your abilities and have to fight back a gag, but that only seems to arouse Bucky further. You begin to swirl your tongue around the head on the upstrokes, and it isn’t long before Bucky’s pulsing in your mouth, ready to spend down your throat. “S-stop, fuck, stop,” Bucky whimpers. “Don’t wanna cum yet.” Despite his protests, Bucky’s hips twitch again and again in little aborted thrusts.

As much as you want Bucky’s cum dripping down your throat, you back off, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “You ready?” You ask, already unzipping your skirt and pulling it off along with your dripping panties. You’re more than ready, so wet that you doubt you’ll need any preparation. Still, you lean back and dip two fingers into yourself just to check.

Bucky watches you, hungry eyes glued to your glistening fingers when you pull them out. His tongue comes out to drag across his lips, and you know what he wants. Feeling a bit shy, but wanting to drive Bucky even wilder than you already have, you slowly reach out your hand until your fingers are hovering in front of Bucky’s face; an invitation. One that he graciously accepts, eagerly taking your fingers into his mouth. Bucky’s eyes nearly roll back as he tastes you, soft tongue lapping at your skin like it’s coated in a priceless wine.

“Buck,” you moan softly. “Lemme ride you, I wanna cum on your cock.” Your eager hands are frantic, undoing the stubborn buttons of your blouse as fast as you can manage. Bucky instinctively moves to help you, growling when the cuffs halt his movement. You feel dizzy with power, head swimming as you look down at Bucky. You could do anything to him, and for a moment you’re overwhelmed by the realization that he would let you. All you want to do is make him feel good.

You slide the blouse off of your shoulders--Bucky’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when he sees that you’re braless--and bring your trembling fingers to caress the scruff at Bucky’s jaw. He leans into your touch, and you’re not sure which one of you is shaking worse. “Can I make you feel good now, baby?” You ask, voice a raspy drawl that sounds foreign to your ears. Bucky barely has the chance to nod before you start to kiss up his neck. Whatever response he had planned dies on the tip of his tongue as you drag yours across his skin.

Oh-so carefully, you reach under you to grasp Bucky’s throbbing cock and guide it to your soaked entrance. The second the head makes contact with your pussy, Bucky gasps wildly and jerks his hips up. He slips from your grasp as he manages to slip into your sex with little resistance. Your core clenches around the stretch and you moan raggedly. Fuck, he feels amazing. Thick and long and hitting every single spot that makes your toes curl.

You collapse onto Bucky’s chest with a whimper, trying your hardest to adjust to his size. Bucky nuzzles into your hair and murmurs words of encouragement, choked out praises. When your body stops feeling like it’s about to burst into flames, you brace your hands on either side of Bucky’s head and raise yourself up off of his hips. When you slide back down, both of you groan. You lift up again, and before you can make another move, Bucky shakes his head.

“Stay right there, doll. Keep those hips up for me,” he growls, and you don’t dare disobey. “I’m gonna wreck you, honey.” You’ve completely lost the upper hand; what dominance you may have had vanished the instant Bucky gave you an order.

You nearly bite through your lip when Bucky starts pistoning into you from below, each thrust knocking the wind out of you. He doesn’t start out slow, years of celibacy making him feral and desperate. You want to kiss him, grab his hair, something, but you’re frozen in place, helpless. Bucky snaps his hips into your ass with inhuman speed, and the obscene smacks of skin against skin sound like thunderclaps. It’s nothing compared to the sounds that fall from Bucky’s lips, though.

“Fuck, baby. Love how that p-pussy’s gripping me so tight.” Growls and groans interrupt his filthy praise, but it only makes him sound sexier. Gasps tear from your throat with every breath, and your eyes roll back. “Yeah, you fucking love it, don’t you? Look at you, taking my cock so good. You’re mine. ”

The more Bucky talks, the closer you creep to the edge. You can feel it in your stomach, coiling tight and hot. “Bucky, I’m, I’m gonna-”

“Oh, god. Cum on me, baby doll. I, ah, I wanna feel it.” Bucky’s hair is sweat slicked, sticking to his face. His brows are knitted tight together, betraying his confidence. You feel his hips stuttering, then look down at those cloudy eyes and know he’s close, too. The cuffs rattle and the headboard creaks, and that’s what does you in. Knowing that Bucky is bound, and he is still the one absolutely ruining you for anyone else.

A cry of “Bucky!” escapes your mouth as your head snaps back. Your entire body goes rigid as you climax, pleasure rippling across your nerves like tiny atom bombs. Bucky keens as he feels you clamp around him, and fights to keep his hips moving to work you through your orgasm. It’s too much, though, and he sobs your name as he spills inside of you, going slack against the cuffs.

Your shaking thighs finally give out, and you sag against Bucky. As both of you attempt to catch your breath, euphoria settles over you like a cool blanket. It was about fucking time. With how Bucky just fucked you within an inch of your life, you decide that it was worth the wait. Still, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t tease Bucky just a bit. “I think if that headboard can survive being assaulted like that, I’ll be just fine,” you say, voice still unsteady.

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” He wiggles his arms. “Can you get me out of these, though? I wanna hold my doll after making love to her.”

Your cheeks flush, but you roll off of Bucky to retrieve the key from your nightstand. With some fiddling, you unlock the handcuffs and set Bucky free. He stretches, loosening his stiff muscles, then pulls you back to his solid chest, stroking your tangled hair. “Thank you,” he whispers so softly that you aren’t sure if he actually said anything.

“Anything for you,” you reply just as quietly. You shift a bit to get more comfortable, and hear a crack. “Please tell me that wasn’t the headboard.”

Bucky glances up, then pats your head reassuringly. “It wasn’t the headboard.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was definitely the headboard.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel #mcu #tfatws #bucky imagine #fluff and smut

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bakersstreetirregulars · 3 years

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The Frost Witch and the Lantern in the Snow

🥐 …and she’s gone. You can never guess what Twizzly Gummy’s up to on the cusp of winter…

🍮 Winter already? Yay! Ginger Claus is coming soon! Actually, we have a lot to show you! It’ll be fun! Log in daily for the next couple weeks and get plenty of gifts along with a thousand free Crystals every day!

Super Mayhem: Frozen Domain

🥐 The Dragon’s Valley Season is now over, and the Frozen Domain season has begun right away! Don’t forget to collect your season rewards if you participated last month! As for this season, while the basic rules remain the same (see Carrot’s instructions on how that works from the previous update), new features have been added to make the battles more fiery on the snowy plains such as the introduction of a guild reward based on how EVERYONE in your guild ranks in at the end of the season! During every battle this season, you’ll be joined by Snow Elementals that’ll pelt the opposing side with snowballs! The first 2 teams will be joined by the Young Snow Elementals while your final team is backed by a Snow Elemental Golem!

🍮 What about the rewards?

🥐 You’ll rank in with more rewards when you increase your tier as follows:

Join the Season: Frozen Domain Competitor Profile Icon

Chocolate 1: 5 Mayhem Tickets

Bronze 2: 30 Level 3 EXP Star Jellies

Bronze 1: 200 Frost Crystals

Silver 3: 30 Topping Pieces

Silver 2: 5 Mayhem Tickets

Silver 1: 50 Level 3 EXP Star Jellies

Gold 3: 5 Time Jumpers

Gold 2: 30 Topping Pieces

Gold 1: 300 Frost Crystals

Crystal 3: 5 Mayhem Tickets

Crystal 2: 30 Level 4 EXP Star Jellies

Crystal 1: 3 Special Cookie Cutters

Diamond 3: 10 Time Jumpers

Diamond 2: 30 Level 5 EXP Star Jellies

Diamond 1: 2 Solid Almond M

Master 5: “Protector of the Valley” Arena Statue Design

Master 4: 30 Level 6 EXP Star Jellies

Master 3: 2 Swift Chocolate M

Master 2: 50 Level 6 EXP Star Jellies

Master 1: 2 Searing Raspberry M

Top 500: Frozen Domain Top 500 Profile Icon

Time Jumpers

Speaking of Time Jumpers… since we had such a massive surplus of them, I actually just got the go-ahead from the Director to make them known to everyone! They’re special mechanisms employed by the TBD to power their central Time Machine. If you have one, use it before entering a battle that you ALREADY COMPLETED to skip immediately to the end of the ordeal where you win the battle and reap all the rewards! There are a few clauses to their usage, however:

You must complete stage 4-1 in World Exploration to access them

Their use is limited to World Exploration (both Story and Dark Mode), Daily Bounties, the Tower of Sweet Chaos, and the Tropical Soda Islands

World Exploration stages can only be time-jumped if you already claimed all 3 stars from that stage in a previous attempt (where no Cookies were KO’d after you defeat every enemy in the stage and claim victory)

You can’t use them if you don’t have the resources to start a battle (Stamina Jellies, Bounty Challenges, Searing Keys, etc)

Wanna find more of ‘em? It’s no puzzle at all, and it’s actually quite easy! You can find them by completing events, exploring episodes 8 through 12 using the Bear Jelly Balloon, buying them in the Medal Shop, and by purchasing them in select packages (although such packages are limited in quantity and are priced very differently, so spend your personal funds wisely!)

Frost Crystal Gacha

🍮 Ooh, Ooh! Tell them about the story of Frost Queen Cookie!

🥐 Sure! Actually, we’ll need some Frost Crystals to advance the story past the introductions. Complete all 62 missions on this list and you’ll get enough Frost Crystals to complete the entire story and get to pull from the associated Frost Crystal Gacha 163 times! As for the gacha itself, it follows the same principle as the ones before it such as the ones for Pure Vanilla, Sea Fairy, and Hollyberry. Spend 100 Frost Crystals to pull once, or spend a thousand to pull ten times! You’ll have better odds at finding her compared to any other gacha currently available:

That’s 0.054% for regular gachas, 0.301% for the Frost Crystal Gacha for finding Frost Queen directly. For her soulstones, the regular gachas have a 0.308% chance, while the Frost Crystal Gacha banner has a flat 1%.

Watch out if you’re going to pull from that gacha, however, as the odds of finding Pure Vanilla, Sea Fairy, or Hollyberry there are all calculated to be exactly zero percent! There are no safety nets or guarantees for pulling ten at once compared to one pull. Your only guarantee is finding Frost Queen with a 100% probability on your 250th pull, and if you’ve been doing the math with me so far, that doesn’t add up to being able to find her on the Frost Crystal missions alone.

The daily login rewards AND Super Mayhem rewards give you a thousand Frost Crystals total, totaling in at 173 pulls for free as of now. You’ll have to wait for a secondary mission event later in a midway update, or buy them from packages to meet her under the 250-pull milestone.

Cotton Cookie & Frost Queen Cookie

Cotton Cookie is an Epic Cookie, and a young and hopeful shepherd that always seems to be longing for her special someone, and is also a Rearguard Supporter. Her special ability “A Warm Light” allows her to shine a lantern on her allies to slowly but surely heal them for a short time while also increasing the Attacking Power of allied summoned creatures (such as the Snow King, Licorice Servants, and Pompon). She also summons a herd of sheep that trample and stun enemies in their path before they fight alongside Cotton Cookie for a short time. Certainly a prime example of hope in their darkest hour, isn’t she? You can find her in a dedicated (and super-extended) Gacha banner with increased odds of meeting her!

Frost Queen Cookie, on the other hand, is a Legendary Cookie, a Magic Cookie, and a Cookie that stands in the middle of the formation. Her “Frozen Squall” casts an icy storm over the entire enemy formation, dealing damage and freezing EVERYONE for a couple seconds. Once they thaw out, they suffer even MORE damage that does even more harm than the initial storm ever did on top of what they already suffered unless the deep freeze is dispelled by another ally or treasure. As for Frost Queen herself, her heart is all but frozen, and she herself is immune to being frozen. Targets that were frozen will also have their cooldowns paused. You can either find her at impossible odds in any gacha banner, or attempt to find her in the Frost Crystal Gacha for improved odds.

Other Notes

Besides those two Cookies, Moon Rabbit and Raspberry Cookies’ soulstones have been added to the Mileage Shop. There are also a few balance changes that should be noted:

❄️ Snow Sugar Cookie is now more resistant to interrupting effects while using their “Blizzard” ability with their ability description updated to reflect that:

“While Snow Sugar Cookie is using their skill, they will briefly become resistant to interrupting effects.”

💀 Licorice Cookie’s ability description was updated to account for using his ability before any preexisting Licorice Servants disappear:

“If the skill is used before the existing Licorice Servants disappear, new additional Licorice Servants will be summoned.”

🪶 Black Raisin Cookie will now prioritize opposing Cookies first before summoned creatures when using her “Shadow Watcher” ability.

Topping Update Info

2 Extra Topping Presets for Cookies were added to the Sugar Gnome Laboratory at levels 7 and 8

Toppings can only belong to one preset at a time

You can now favorite toppings and assign them to one of four groups, where you can find them easier. You cannot break down favorited toppings

Changed the order of appearance of toppings of the same type, rarity, and level:

ATK > DEF > HP > ATK SPD > CRIT % > Cooldown > DMG Resist > CRIT Resist > Amplify Buff > Debuff Resist

Toppings with the same first effect will be sorted by the effect’s value in descending order

New Kingdom Arena/Battle Updates

With a 4th “beyond-Epic” Cookie being added, there is now a maximum limit of 3 Legendary/Ancient Cookies that can be used at once in Kingdom Arena and Super Mayhem (that means no, you can’t recreate anything regarding the Five Ancients in the Arena once all 5 are in the game beyond the tutorial)

Victory trophies increased by 40-60% by tier, while defeat trophies deducted are also increased by 40-45% by tier

The “Healing Received” metrics in the battle report will not accommodate overhealing (Healing received which would exceed a Cookie’s maximum HP)

Cookies’ vertical altitudes while in the air will not influence range calculations for various skills and attacks

If an ally and an enemy both use a buffing ability and a buff-dispelling ability, the dispelling ability wins out

Other Updates

Seamstress’s Pin Cushion effect for increasing summoned creatures’ attack power increased from +70% to +80% at level 12 (+0.91% per level upgraded)

Legendary Soulstones in the Rainbow Shell Gallery will now cycle between Sea Fairy and Frost Queen

Time Jumpers, EXP Star Jellies, and Topping Pieces will now appear in the Medal Shop

New animations for getting Halloween Masquerade costumes for Fig, Latte, Strawberry Crepe, and Madeline

Rainbow Crystals received will now appear in your gacha history for pulling dupes

Speech bubbles will no longer go over the main UI in your home kingdom and on the Tropical Soda Islands map

On/Off toggle switch added to auto-production resource buildings (Lumber Mill, Jellybean Greenhouse, Sugarworks Jar)

Topping rewards from the Bear Jelly Train increased from 1-5 to 3-12

Arrow button with Cookie Level Up that appeared after tapping a Cookie in your kingdom was removed

Whew! That should be everything there is to explain for now! This one’s gonna be extra-long for sure after you collect the thousand-crystal compensation for them extending the maintenance again, since the events for Cotton’s banner and every legendary gacha banner is stretched to 8 whole weeks! So hunker down, have some cocoa with some friends and family, and enjoy the snowy holiday landscape that’ll last you through Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Day!

#cookie run #new update #cookie run kingdom #cotton cookie #frost queen cookie

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 5 years

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Spending Christmas and Hanukkah with Stan and Bill

Summary: just some headcanons about spending christmas and Hanukkah with Bill and Stan.

A/N: This takes place when the boys are adults fyi. I know it’s a bit early but I’ve put my christmas tree up so it’s practically christmas already lol. Let me know what you think! I looked up a lot of thing about Hanukkah for this imagine, but if anything is wrong with my information than please tell me and I’ll change it and I’ll keep it in mind for the future!

- You, Bill and even Stan love the Christmas holidays

- Stan is obvious Jewish, and at first he thought that spending Hanukkah and Christmas in your homes would be very awkward, but all three of you are so respective of each other

- Bill and you listen intently when Stan told you all about Hanukkah, and you guys tried to recreate all the tradition and games.

- As kids neither of you really payed attention to Hanukkah, because Stan would barely talk about it, as he didn’t celebrate it with any of the losers, only with his parents. As soon as he three of you grew older though you wanted to know about everything about each other, so Stan reluctantly told you guys

- It wasn’t that he was embarrassed about his religion, he just thought that since you and Bill were such big fans Christmas that you wouldn’t care enough to celebrate Hanukah with him

- Big mistake on his part

- You and Bill spend hours trying to figure everything out, what food to cook, what games to play, what the traditions were ect

- When Stan came home from his work on the first day of Hanukkah, he almost cried

- He was so surprised that you and Bill put in so much efforted, he swears he fell a little bit more in love with you guys

- During Hanukkah you guys play Dreidel, Stan absolute loves that about Hanukkah, which you only put up with for the sake of tradition, because that game is so hard

- Both Bill and Stan are competitive though and they absolutely throw everything they got into the game

- They’ve been known to distract each other on multiple occasions

- It’s the only thing that really makes the game bearable for you, because you love watching your boys trying to assert their dominance in a sweet kind of way, with lingering gazes and sweet touches

- Though you don’t like Dreidel at all, you love joyous singing of traditional Ashkenazic and Sephardic songs, even though you suck at it

- It’s all in good spirits though, and Stan and Bill love it when you sing, because even if it sounds bad, it never fails to bring a smile to their faces

- Bill especially loves baking. And he’s surprisingly good at it. During Hanukkah Bill bakes potato latkes (pancakes) for and sufganiyot (jelly donuts). You eat it everyday after dinner, while watching a movie and it’s your favorite part of the day. Stan doesn’t eat much of the baked goods, because he doesn’t really like fried food all that much, but because Bill is so proud of his creations he happily tries it.

- You and Bill watch as Stan lights the Hanukkah candles, and he does so with careful precision, afterwards the you and Bill give him a kiss and hug him, content with the little family the three of you are.

- Stan loves you and Bill for putting in so much effort into making Hanukkah the best it can possibly be.

- So he does his best for Christmas

- He loves Christmas eve, purely because all the losers come together and he gets to spend time with his chosen family

- You, Stan and Bill spend hours on decorating the Christmas tree, because if Stan is going help put up the tree, than it’s going to be a damn good one.

- You all have a different taste of what the Christmas tree should look like, so really the tree looks awful

- There’s red, blue and yellow ornaments all mixed together, and it does not blend

- But you love that all three of you worked on it, so it stays the way it is

- Supposedly Every Christmas eve the losers switch the house where the party will be held

- ‘Everyone should come to our house’

- ‘Bill sweetie everyone comes to our house every year’

- Which is 100% true, you and Stan love to cook and Bill bakes so the food is always great, and also your house is always the cleanest so everyone loves coming over

- One time Richie and Eddie tried to organize the event, but they ended up having to call take out and eat it at someone else’s place because they burned down their kitchen

- So that was a no go

- Ben and Bev do always brings board games with them

- Richie and Eddie bring movies, a lot of them, even though they shouldn’t bother considering The losers always end up watching frozen

- Mike brings expensive wine that everyone pretends to like but secretly hates, but nobody has it in their heart to tell him it sucks because he always looks so excited for them to taste it

- The losers bring gifts for each other every year, and it seems like Eddie, Richie and Stan have a bet going on, on who cane make Bill blush the most with the gifts

- First it was grand gestures like a giant teddy bear, an iPad, and Stan brought him a real writers feather thingy

- But then one year Richie cheated and bought him a sex toy, which Bill blushed a lot at

- Though jokes on them, whatever he gets from you always makes him blush the most, because your gifts are always personally made.

- Stan blushes at the gift Bill and you give him for Hanukkah, but not for Christmas because Stan is a master at hiding his feelings

- On Christmas day Bill, Stan and you take the day off and spend the entire morning in bed together

- Just cuddling the entire morning, thinking about how lucky all of you were to have each other

- You bake some more sweets and drink hot coco, and sometime Stan will even be convinced to play in the snow with Bill and you, if you beg for a little while.

- You always honor Georgie during the holidays aswell, usually buying him something small and setting it under the Christmas tree, because Bill loves the idea of people still caring about Georgie even though it’s been 30 years.

- You’re relationship is just full off love and affection and mutual respect, and it shows in all aspects of your relationship

#stenbrough imagine #stenbrough x reader #stanley uris imagine #bill denbrough imagines #imagine #christmas #I'm posting this now because it's christmas season now #I said so #so #merry christmas y'all #it imagine #it chapter two imagine #adult losers

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etlunainmorte · 5 years

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❄❄❄

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*German Christmas Goose ( Weihnachtsgans )*

Total - 2 hours and 30 minutes

Prep - 30 minutes

Cook - 2 hours

Yield - 4 servings

*Ingredients

For the Goose:

4 1/2 - pound goose ( cleaned and dressed, no gizzards )

Dash salt ( or to taste )

Dash pepper ( or to taste )

2 teaspoons dried thyme

2 apples ( peeled, cored, and quartered )

1 small onion ( cut lengthwise into 1/4 - inch - wide strips )

1 tablespoon salt ( mixed with 1 cup water )

For the Gravy:

2 tablespoons goose drippings

2 tablespoons all - purpose flour

1 ( 14 - ounce ) can chicken broth ( or homemade chicken stock )

Optional: salt

Optional: pepper

Optional: dried thyme

*Steps To Make It

Note: while there are multiple steps to this recipe, this dish is broken down into workable categories to help you better plan for preparation and cooking.

*Make the Goose

1. Gather the Ingredients.

2. Heat oven to 350 F.

3. Wash and dry the goose, like you would a chicken or turkey. Sprinkle salt, pepper, and thyme inside the cavity and fill with apple quarters and onions. If they don’t all fit, you can cook them alongside the goose in a small, buttered dish.

4. Mix 1 tablespoon salt with 1 cup of water and pour that into the bottom of the roasting pan. Place the roasting rack on top. Pierce the goose skin in several places to let the fat drip out as it cooks.

5. Put the goose, breast - side down, on the roasting rack and place in oven for 50 minutes. Use the salt water mixture to baste the goose several times during this period. Add more water to drip pan if necessary. Turn the goose over onto its back and cook, basting as needed, for 50 minutes.

6. Let the goose rest for 5 minutes as you make the gravy.

*Make the Gravy

1. Gather the ingredients.

2. Mix 2 tablespoons of the fat drippings with 2 tablespoons flour in a small saucepan and cook for 1 minute. Gradually add the chicken broth, stirring well after each addition. Add salt, pepper, and thyme, if desired, to taste. Keep warm.

3. Serve the goose and gravy with canned peach halves decorated with currant jelly ( if you don't want to make currant jelly or can't find it prepared, cranberry sauce is a fine substitute ), buttered Brussels sprouts, potato croquettes ( or mashed potatoes ), and the cooked apples and onions.

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❄ Three Wishes ❄

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A plump, elderly woman with very gentle and motherly features clapped her hands and addressed everyone in the room. "Let's get to work, everyone!"

"Let's go, V." You told the poet as you motioned for him to follow you into one of the classrooms.

At first, V didn't understand it when you said you needed someone to play the violin during a book reading session. But, now, he understood. Turned out you're working as a teacher in a kindergarten a few blocks away from Avery's mansion.

Well, for one thing, V could totally imagine you spending your time around lots of children who adore you and play a lot with you. He felt you were just that perfect kind of person in this type of working environment: warm, caring, protective, nurturing,...

... loving,...

I wonder how she would be like as a mother of,...?

"Here it is." V was brought back from his musings and reverie when you handed him your partner's violin, which you were carefully carrying.

The poet examined the instrument and hummed in satisfaction. But, then,...

"I have a question." V quietly asked.

You hummed in question as you positioned yourself in front of the cabinet piano.

"Why did she leave this here?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I mean, this instrument. This actually looks," He muttered, once again looking at the delicate instrument in his hands. " ... very well taken care of. I can't imagine someone just leaving an instrument like this here."

"Oh, you're a keen observer." You answered as you took out the sheet music you bought from the music store with V from your (F/C) hand bag. "My partner never really tells me anything too personal, actually. But, one day, she just,... I don't know,... kind of became depressed.

"She stopped practicing the violin, which was affecting our work in a way. I wanted to help her so, I asked. And you know what she said? She just said, it's hard to love someone who could never love you back, you know? I actually never knew if she had a boyfriend, or not but, all I know is that there was this really tall guy with white hair who used to visit her. Then, for some reason, he stopped visiting her. A day later after we talked, she asked for a short break. And, here we are!

"It was kind of intriguing, really." You said as you shrugged your shoulders.

“It sure is.” V answered as he thought of the violin’s owner, who must be tending to a broken heart as of the moment. "Love can do many things to you. It could lift you up to the highest of heavens, and one wrong move, it could drop you to ground without you ever knowing it."

“Then, she must have one heck of a fall from the highest of heavens.”

"Hmm. Well," V replied as he plucked the strings of the instrument to check how much it was off tune. " ... who am I to judge?"

"Yeah, me too." You sighed, allowing yourself to slouch as some unsavory experiences regarding that stupid thing called love came back to haunt you. Forcefully pushing those thoughts aside, you sat up straight and hit the C note on the piano. "Let's practice, V."

A few hours later, the place began filling up with excited little children in cute, fluffy sweaters together with their parents. The faculty members, which consisted of the kindergarten's headmistress called Sister Christina ( the retired catechist from Germany who cooked most of the meals for the feast later on ), the teachers Alicia ( a sweet young lady from Spain who did the colorful and really festive decorations ) and Natasha ( a very tall, very lovely and very haughty - looking Russian who made the desserts ), you ( the music teacher ), together with the invited guests V ( who was honestly overwhelmed by the presence of all these adorable little children ), Avery ( who took a day off from work just to participate in the event ), and Nico ( who was doing something pretty suspicious in her van together with Griffon and Shadow ) all greeted the children and parents and made them gather in one of the classrooms. The program started off with a prayer by Sister Christina, followed by a simple, little opening speech from Alicia.

V watched in awe as the little children ( now wearing cute costumes ) performed with so much energy. Some of them danced ( there was this adorable little number from a group of sugar plum fairy princesses and a fawn prince ), some of them sang ( he couldn't help but smile as they did a Christmas medley of Hark The Herald Angels Sing, Away In A Manger, and Joy To The World ), and some of them even acted out some scenes from Frozen, playing as its popular characters ( the most famous act was the one from, of course, Elsa the Ice Queen ).

And then, there was this little boy ( who was in his early nineties costume ) who came forward and simply bowed down. A resounding aww was heard all over the place from both parents and teachers, and when he took a deep, exaggerated breath, everything went silent.

"The Lamb." The little boy announced with his clear voice, then bowed once more. It surely perked up V's interest in an instant, being a huge fan of William Blake, himself.

Blake at such a young age? He thought with such admiration. How commendable!

"Little Lamb who made thee, dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life and bid thee feed. By the stream and o'er the mead."

"Aww, how cute is that?" V heard you whisper next to him.

The little boy went on. "Gave thee clothing of delight, softest clothing woo - "

"Woo?" You whispered, realizing that the child was probably forgetting the poem.

The poor boy shook his head and tried to recite once more. "Gave thee clothing of delight, softest clothing woo,... wool,... wooloo,... "

"Wooloo?" Avery, who was sitting on the floor right next to you, questioned. "Isn't that a Pokémon?"

"Oh, no!" V saw you awkwardly divert your eyes as you were unable to bear the situation.

"Gave thee clothing of delight, softest clothing woo,... wooloo,... " The little boy tried once more to recite. He was about to give up as he became more and more frustrated with his inability to pronounce the word properly, until his eyes landed on V, who was smiling at him while pointing at his own lips. And as the little boy looked at V, he noticed the way he was forming his lips, like he was saying something,...

Woo,... lee,... V mouthed.

The smart child picked up on this immediately and went on with his poetry. "Gave thee clothing of delight, softest clothing wooly bright."

The crowd breathed a collective sigh of relief as the boy finally remembered the lines. Smiling wide from ear to ear, he went on, "Gave thee such a tender voice, making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb who made thee, dost thou know who made thee?"

Cheers erupted from the crowd as the little boy finished his recital. After the little program, everyone proceeded to the canteen to partake of the feast that was prepared for all of them, the German Christmas Goose dish that was lovingly made by Sister Christina being the center of attention ( it was very well noted how Griffon felt horrified looking at the poultry meal on the table, which made Nico almost collapse in wild laughter ).

About two hours of feasting later, all the guests were gathered into the same classroom, this time, for the book reading session that you and V were preparing for.

The story was about Little Red Riding Hood, and how she escaped the wolf who pretended to be her grandmother to eat her. And the main protagonist was played by none other than Avery, herself.

"One morning," Alicia read as you started playing simple notes on the piano. " ... Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other. That's a good idea! her mother said. So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood to take to her grandmother. When the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye.

"Remember, go straight to Grandma's house, her mother cautioned. Don't dawdle along the way and please don't talk to strangers! The woods are dangerous.

"Don't worry, mommy, said Little Red Riding Hood, I'll be careful. But when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to her mother. She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few more. Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn't notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her,...

"Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her!"

The little children, who gathered around Alicia, gasped in fright as Shadow, who was strangely, and yet cleverly, disguised as a wolf, appeared and growled. The overall tense atmosphere of the book reading session was amplified by V's skillfully ominous violin playing.

"What are you doing out here, little girl? The wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster." Alicia went on as V played the violin.

"I'm on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the brook." Avery replied.

"Then she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the path to her Grandma's house." Alicia read. "The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut. The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked lightly at the door."

"Oh, thank goodness dear! Come in, come in!" Griffon, who was ridiculously dressed in gingham clothing and a pair of glasses to look like a grandma, acted out as he waited in his makeshift prop bed in one corner of the room. Then, with slight frustration, he whispered, "How the fuck did I end up dressed like this?"

"Ya, stupid chicken!" Nico, who was positioned behind the bed and hidden from the viewers, whispered savagely as she kicked the wooden prop, making Griffon squawk. "Ye're pretendin' to be a grandma, right?!"

"Oh, sheesh! Right! Ah," projecting his voice once more as he made it sound like an elderly woman, he spoke, " ... I was worried sick that somethin' had happened to ya in the forest."

"Said Grandma thinking that the knock was from her granddaughter." Alicia went on. "The wolf let himself in! Poor Granny did not have time to say another word, before the wolf gobbled her up!"

"Watch out, granny goose! The wolf is gonna eat you!" One of the children screamed and pointed as Shadow attacked Griffon and used her powers to swallow the screaming ( and swearing ) demonic bird whole.

"Nice effects!" Complimented one of the parents. "I wonder how they did that,..."

"The wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find a nightgown that he liked. He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of Granny's perfume behind his pointy ears." Alicia read as Shadow did all those things that she just mentioned. "A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door. The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his nose."

"Who is it?" This time, someone from the faculty was voicing the wolf, and not Alicia, and it sounded suspiciously strange for a female teacher. It almost sounded like someone's husky - voiced middle - aged aunt,...

"It's me, Little Red Riding Hood." Avery acted.

"Oh, how lovely! Do come in, my dear," croaked Shadow.

"When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize her Grandmother." Alicia read as you and V stopped playing for a while, plunging the whole classroom in silence.

"Grandmother! Your voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter?" Avery asked.

"Oh, I just have touch of a cold." Squeaked Shadow, adding a cough at the end to prove the point.

"But, Grandmother! What big ears you have!" Said Avery, exaggerating each word, as she edged closer to the bed.

"The better to hear you with, my dear." Replied Shadow.

"But, Grandmother! What big eyes you have!"

"The better to see you with, my dear."

"But, Grandmother! What big teeth you have!" Said Avery, making her voice quiver slightly.

"The better to eat you with, my dear!" Roared Shadow and she leapt out of the bed and began to chase Avery, making the little children yell excitedly as you and V began playing once more.

"Help! Wolf!" Avery, who was suppressing her laughter, pretended to cry as she ran around the room away from Shadow, who was doing a pretty good job of being a wolf.

"I'm here!" Nico, who was dressed as the woodsman, appeared from behind the makeshift bed and chased after Shadow. She grabbed the familiar and made her spit out poor Griffon ( now soaked in Shadow's saliva ) who was a bit frazzled by the whole experience, but still in one piece. Fortunately.

"Oh, Grandma, I was so scared!" Avery sobbed. "I'll never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest ever again."

"There, there, child." Griffon, who still somehow managed to act despite his coughing fits, croaked. "Ye've learned an important lesson. Thank goodness ya shouted loud enough for this fuckin' woodsman to hear ya!"

"Was that fuck just now?" One of the parents whispered.

"No! You must've misheard it." Another answered. "This is a classroom! No one's allowed to swear."

"Oh, you're right! It must be an old English word from the medieval times."

Nico pretended to knock Shadow out with her prop axe and carried her away from the classroom.

"Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat." Alicia read. "And they lived happily ever after. The end."

The children and the parents applauded as the characters, along with Alicia, you, and V, all bowed. The book reading session was, then, followed by gift giving, and after that, you were called in front to perform one last thing on the piano.

"Hailing from the uber romantic city that is Paris, the winner of the 73rd annual European piano concours last October," Avery announced proudly. " ... I give to you - my cousin, (Y/N)."

V watched as you shyly took a seat in front of the piano once more and positioned the music sheet in the music rack. Then, with beautiful and skillful fingers, you started playing.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are." The children excitedly sang as they gathered around you in utter curiosity as you played the simple tune.

However, it was anything but. As the music progressed, V found out how complex the piece really was. It was composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, after all. It looked really difficult, indeed. Despite that, he saw how you smiled as you performed.

He saw how eager and excited you were to play for the children.

And it warmed his heart.

When it was almost time to go, Shadow and Griffon made one selfless and surprising move to serve as petting animals for the children, a Christmas treat courtesy of them.

"Hey, do those creatures kinda look dangerous?" The confused parent from earlier asked.

"Hmm, I don't think so." The parent next to him answered. "They're not biting the kids, anyway."

"Oh, you're right."

"Wait, they're battery operated!" Another parent chimed in.

"How did you know that?"

"Animals can't speak."

"Okay, gentle lads and lasses, one hug at a time!" Griffon announced, trying to be heard amidst little, excited voices and numerous, itty bitty hands. "Ouch! Don't pull a tail feather! Sheesh, calm down! I'm not a Thanksgiving turkey!"

"Did you tell them to do that?" You asked V as you watched the scene with total interest.

"Hmm, actually, no." V answered as he savored this moment to be close to you.

"Such a good child." That husky middle - aged aunt voice from earlier spoke, startling both you and V.

"Who was that?" V, who was still looking at the scene before him, asked as he crossed his arms and knitted his eyebrows.

"I have no idea." You answered. You were just as baffled as him with this whole mystery voice thing that was using Shadow as a -

"I have never been hugged by master V before!"

V's eyes darted to his familiars just in time when he saw one little girl hugging Shadow like she was a huge stuffed animal.

"So soft and cuddly!" The little girl said, then kissed Shadow on the forehead. "Thank you so much, big kitty!"

"Why, thank you, little girl." The mysterious voice answered. "And Merry Christmas to you, darling."

"My turn to hug the big kitty!" The little boy, who recited Blake earlier, came forward and engulfed Shadow in a bear hug.

"Oh! And Merry Christmas to you, too, little lad." The voice greeted just in time when V saw something tied around Shadow's neck - a red ribbon with a little, golden bell dangling from it like a dog tag. "My master is truly pleased with your William Blake recital."

Shadow's voice acting earlier,...

The voice greeting the children,...

That little bell dangling from the red ribbon tied around Shadow's neck,...

Could it mean,...

Could it be - ?!

Is it even possible?!

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❄ Special thanks to @la-vita for suggesting the Christmas Goose Dish. ❄

❄ @clevermentalitybeliever , @v-vic , and @birdgirl69 .❄

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #chapter 5 #happily

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Comfort | Pt. 2

A/N: I am alive! I have been writing on this one for too long, but I finally managed to complete this chapter! If a lot of you guys like this chapter, I can update another one, but it depends if you want another one :) Anyways, thank you for reading! x

Genre: Fluff, fuckboy!au, romance

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Word count: 10 K

Summary: In which you (Somin) like Jungkook and try to get with him, despite his fuckboy attitude.

Previous: Comfort Pt. 1

“Honey, we are going on a vacation starting this week. Nobody will be home when you return for the weekends.”

Somin sighed to herself as she leant against the washing machine. She was clenching the laundry bin in her hands and it amazed her how it was her first time to do the laundry at her dorms in the weekends. Normally, she would have been at home sipping warm chocolate milk and talking about her hectic week of studying and presentations with her mom. However, her parents decided to take a vacation in Cuba for a week and this left Somin with no choice but to stay at her dorms with minimal social contact as most of her roommates returned home spending their time with their family, including her neighbor she hasn’t spoken to for days or weeks ever since that incident.

She didn’t know how to act around him anymore. It felt exciting and embarrassing at the same time whenever she saw him. Shyness was her biggest problem and it forced her to avoid him for quite some time.

“...We had a presentation....Yeah...” Someone murmured.

Somin snapped her head up when she heard voices coming down the stairs. She dropped her laundry bin and looked down at herself touching the fabric of her clothes. She didn’t expect anyone to be here, so she didn’t put any effort to look presentable. Her third-day hair was collected in a messy bun and she was still in her pink footed teddy bear onesie. It would be extremely embarrassing for her to have people see her like that. Panicked, she bit her lip and pushed up her glasses.

“Oh god, what to do?” She said to herself, as she frantically looked around to hide herself. Her laundry still had 30 minutes to go and most people just put in their laundry and leave. If she could hide herself for a few minutes, it would solve the problem, so she thought. She quickly moved herself behind a laundry machine when she saw a red laundry bin appearing behind the wall.

“Yeah, I had mine in the morning. I have to say, they didn’t go easy on me with their questions. I felt like I’ve aged 20 years from the stress they gave me.” The girl complained, when she entered the laundromat room and put down her bin on top of the machine. The other person who came along laughed at her and leant on the same spot Somin was at earlier. He was dazzling as always and it surprised Somin that they were both at the dorms, despite the weekends. Were they always here, Somin thought to herself.

Somin recognized the girl as that friendly girl living in the room at the end of the hallway. She would occasionally pass her room and each time when she did, she would hear Ed Sheeran’s music booming out from her speakers from outside her room. Further than that, she didn’t really know much about her, except that she seemed to be close to him now.

A small feeling started in the pit of her stomach and even if Somin was a very honest girl, she couldn’t stop herself from eavesdropping on them. It was her curiosity that made her break her own values, and it seemed like it didn’t stop there. Somin didn’t like how that girl was so close with him. She didn’t like how she was with him at the moment, even though she didn’t do anything to Somin. She just didn’t like her presence. She suspected it might have something to do with that jealousy she read so much about in online fanfiction, or heard her friend complaining about whenever she had a boyfriend.

“Are you talking about Ms. Davis? I heard she is going through a mid-life crisis due to her divorce with her husband and she is taking her anger out on us.” Jungkook flashed his bunny teeth, as he ran a hand through his black bangs. Somin widened her eyes and heat rushed to her cheeks upon staring at him. Even the way how he breathes could make Somin have difficulty breathing. He seemed to be extra handsome today, even if he was just dressed in a plain white T-shirt and black skinny jeans, paired with Timberlands. It was as if she was star struck from the moment he stepped into the room. He would always look handsome to her in any way.

“Oh, speaking of Ms. Davis. I heard her son is going to throw a party this upcoming Tuesday. Are you going?”

Jungkook bit back a smile, as he cocked his head. Something in the way he was looking at her made him seem determined and up for a challenge. “You don’t even have to ask. Are you going to be there?” Jungkook smirked, as his eyes shortly took in her appearance. Somin knew what he was doing. She saw him do it often around the campus whenever he wanted to have fun. He would subtly check her out and ask her whether she would go to a party, and if she does, Somin would have to sleep with earplugs for the rest of the evening. A shiver ran down her spine when she was reminded of those events, and it made her heart clench. She realized that, despite the kiss, Jungkook would never look at her the way he just did. He would never ask her out for just how she is. She had nothing to offer compared to that girl and on top of that, what’s so special about one kiss? He was a fuckboy after all. It was like common manners for him to kiss random girls, especially when he did not want to have a crying mess as his neighbor interrupting his sleep. It was stupid of her to think that maybe there was something more between them. Something called love, which she did not have any experience in.

“Of course, especially if there will be more cute guys like you attending.” She winked at him, which made Jungkook smirk and raise an eyebrow. Somin could tell he was amused by the way he leant in and supported his upper body with his elbow on the washing machine. “You want to have a little taste of how the party is going to be then?”

Somin bit her lip, as she fidgeted with the sleeve of her onesie. It was really uncomfortable and difficult for her to watch them, especially if they were going to make out. All what she wanted was for them to leave, so she could finish her laundry and return to her room, wishing that none of this was real and Jungkook did not make her feel ill about her own feelings. She did not like this one bit and it messed with her mind, sending obscure thoughts that could lead to mental breakdown if she was not going to escape from this place soon. At first, she did not notice her sharp intake of breath caused by her feelings, but when allergy took shape as the worst condition in the world, she grew sensitive to the dusty environment and exposed herself unwillingly from a simply itch to her nose. Stupid allergy, Somin cursed mentally, but she immediately stood frozen when the room had gone awfully silent and she had become the center of their attention. Both heads were snapped towards her direction with surprise as their gazes prick into her back and made her feel unbelievable small and shameful for eavesdropping on their intimate moment.

“Oh... Hey, I didn’t see you there. You are Somin right, from room...” The girl’s voice trailed off when she couldn’t come up with the number. She sounded friendly, but something in her eyes displayed passive aggression, whereas Jungkook still looked amused and laid-back.

“She’s my neighbor,” Jungkook added, before he stepped back and put distance between the girl and him as if he had heard his cue. Somin pushed up her glasses on her nose and tried to avoid their stares as much as possible. “S-Sorry... I didn’t mean to interrupt. Don’t mind me, I’m just h-here to pick up my l-laundry...” She stuttered. Woah, the tremendous awkwardness she felt at the moment could not be described. As she hurriedly walked over to the washing machine, which was obviously planned by Satan to be between the girl and Jungkook, she almost punched the button and forced the washing machine to stop its program. There were still 20 minutes left until her laundry was ready, but she couldn’t handle to stay any longer in the room and she didn’t feel like returning to retrieve her laundry at a later time when the risk of seeing them again was relatively high, considering them living in the same apartment complex. It wasn’t that hard anymore for her to curl back in bed and reflect on what life was to find herself with such an embarrassing moment. Somin felt her cheeks starting to heat up as she felt Jungkook’s eyes on her. He was staring down at her and she felt her legs could go jelly at any moment if she did not rush herself. Her thoughts were all over the place and her heart beat pounded loudly in her chest.

What seemed like an eternity, she finally felt relief when the last piece of clothing was forced into her laundry bin and she stepped away from her role as their cockblocker by moving back to where she first was discovered. She shyly gave them a quick bow, before she sped towards the stairs without waiting for their answer. She wasn’t sure if she was turning paranoid, but she thought she heard a faint chuckle from the girl in the background. Great, I must look like a fool to them, Somin sighed as she carried her bin to her room. Fishing out her keys, her mind couldn’t stop but imagine what their possible reactions could be, considering that he had been staring at her for a long time. Was he laughing at her all the time? Especially because of her ridiculous footed onesie? She looked down at her feet and she shyly rubbed them together like she was trying to rub off the childish pink color and its soft fur that completed her look of a 7-year-old.

“Ooh man...” Somin groaned to herself, when she opened the door to her room and carried the bin with a sulky expression inside. From all the days they could do laundry, it had to be now?

However, after entering her room, Somin felt the heavy weight on her shoulders being lifted up as her comfort zone embraced her. Nobody would judge her for her onesie and dirty hair in this room, and she figured that as long as she could avoid them, she wouldn’t have to face the awkwardness of needing to explain why she hid herself behind a washing machine. On top of that, they might think she was weird and dirty, of course all the credits dedicated to that Ed Sheeran girl.

She plopped herself down on the couch near the bin and she slowly started to fold her laundry, despite being it semi-dry. “Tsk...” Somin muttered to herself, “Most girls don’t even dress up on a Sunday. You are probably just overdressed.” Her hands caressed the fabric, before she pulled out a pair of pants to fold. “Yeah, that must be it. Who puts on lipstick on a Sunday, anyway?”

It might sound crazy, but judging that girl with herself helped her feel better about her own. “Honestly, I find this onesie cool. Pink is my favorite color. There is nothing wrong with showing off my favorite—“

Knock knock!

Somin immediately turned silent and she snapped her head towards the door. Oh no, did someone hear me, she thought to herself shocked. She slowly stood up from her seat and shuffled towards the door. Peeking through the little hole, she saw strands of black hair and the flashing of bunny teeth. Shocked, Somin turned herself around and placed her hand in front of her mouth.

“Why is he at my door?” Somin gasped, as she looked another time to make sure she wasn’t mistaken. Shocked, she tried to calm herself by letting out a slow and steady breath, but the relaxing technique actually made her more anxious. Why was everything against her today? Was this some sort of punishment for her sins she had committed by downloading an extra episode of How to keep up with the Bangtan Boys from Limewire? “Try to play it cool. He probably forgot his keys or something.”

Somin composed herself, before she slowly twisted her doorknob and opened the door.

“H-Hello?” It sounded like a whisper. Jungkook cocked his head and smiled, so wide that it made his eyes narrow and wrinkles started to pop up from around his eye area.

“Hey,” he mumbled, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, “I figured that you wouldn’t know what you have left behind in the laundromat room.” As he said, he raised his hand and revealed a red laced bra dangling from his finger. Somin turned pale from the sudden shock, when she realized it was hers, but she was never planning to admit it. Never. Ever... Atleast, not to this guy.

Somin tightened her grip on the doorknob and she showed a feigned smile. “I-It’s not mine. I think you are mistaken.”

Jungkook let out a bellowed laughter, as he took a step to the front, urging Somin to step back into her room. “You know... It’s Sunday....I don’t think it’s a good idea if you come inside... And...” Somin stuttered as she was unsure on how to make him leave, but as he closed the door behind him, Somin’s voice got weaker. “Or...Yeah... Ignoring me is also an option.” She felt so awkward around him and Jungkook noticed it instantly with a cock of his head and a smirk. He threw her bra on the couch and stepped around the room, looking around with a big smile, seemingly forgotten that he just invited himself.

“I didn’t remember that your room was this cozy and nice from the last time I visited.” Jungkook said, as he traced his finger across a picture frame hanging up on the wall. Somin blinked with her eyes and nervously pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I-I’ll get you a glass of water.” She ignored his question and wandered around a bit before she remembered that her kitchen was the other way around. Jungkook noticed her uneasiness and he chuckled to himself when he saw her head snap into different directions and he saw her rushing towards the refrigerator, but not before bumping her leg against the couch and pretending that it didn’t hurt while it obvious did. She was really cute, Jungkook thought to himself. With his hands in his pockets, he walked over to her refrigerator and laid his arm on its door, surprising Somin when she raised her head once she had grabbed the bottle from the freezer.

“I’m not trying to make myself too comfortable, but I prefer Sprite over water.” Jungkook grinned to her and she froze, face turning paler than a blank sheet. “I-I don’t have Sprite...” She meekly brought out. Jungkook laughed to himself, before he shook his head and gestured. “Water is fine. I was just kidding.”

Somin flashed him a weak smile and she quickly reached for a cup to pour him a glass of water, giving the opportunity for a silence to occur between them. All she could think of was about how to make him leave. His presence was just too much for her right now. She gave him the water and he lightly took a sip, without taking his eyes off her. It made her extremely uncomfortable and she could hear her ears being blocked by the thundering of her pulse. Why did he come into her room in the first place, anyways? He was strange. He was weird.

Jungkook licked his lips and put down his glass on the counter. “You have anything to do, tonight?” Something in his voice sounded amusing, almost as if he was trying to test her.

“Sorry?” Somin asked. She didn’t hear his question due her thoughts that were all over the place, again. Jungkook snorted and cocked his head. “I asked you if you have anything to do tonight. I haven’t seen you around for some time and since it’s Sunday, I figured we could maybe hangout?”

Her eyes widened at his suggestion. “Hangout?” She blurted out and she suddenly realized how stupid she sounded, but she couldn’t help but be surprised that a fuckboy actually asked her to hangout, let alone Jungkook.

“You know, as in watching a movie together or something. Don’t tell me you are going to study on a Sunday evening,” He laughed, but then his face turned serious when Somin just glared at him, “No way...”

“I actually have a test this week. I have to...” That was a lie, but Somin thought Jungkook wouldn’t know. He never cared about school enough to keep track on every test that the teachers had scheduled. He wouldn’t even know how her schedule looked like, so she thought. Jungkook scoffed and he narrowed his eyes by breaking into a cocky smile. “Oh, I see what’s going on. Are you avoiding me?”

More blood and heat rushed to her cheeks when he caught her. She was burning under his stare, no, she was on fire and in danger when he walked over to her, making her back up against the wall. “Is my baby girl avoiding me?”

“No... I-I don’t know what you are talking about?” She stammered, as she searched for a way to put distance between them, but Jungkook was too confident to be fooled and continued to take a step closer.

“You are. This explains your strange behavior in the laundromat room, earlier. In fact, you have been avoiding me for weeks, ever since that kiss happened, haven’t you?” He smirked when he was only inches away from her and she could practically feel his warm breath on her skin, coated with charms that had always effortlessly made her head spin.

“I-I...” Oh god, she was too intimidated and overwhelmed by his presence. On top of that, he was too close. She could smell his scent, which she loved so much but didn’t dare to admit to herself. Her heart fluttered when she finally made eye contact with him and she instantly regretted it. She could feel her legs getting weak under his beautiful brown eyes that were trying to stare right into her soul, but she wasn’t going to let him do that for long.

“C-Can you please move a little back?” She managed to sound bold, which surprised Jungkook. He narrowed his eyes and chuckled. “Baby girl, you don’t like to have me close to you?”

“Isn’t that practically cheating on your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?” He scoffed, surprised at the sudden twist. “What does that have to do with us?”

“A-Aren’t you dating that girl at the end of this hallway, then?” Somin blurted out, staring up at him. Ugh, confronting him in her pink footed onesie was not one of the things she had in mind.

“Oh... You mean her. Don’t worry, we are just friends, whereas you... are my baby girl.” His arms snaked around her waist and he gently pulled her closer to his chest. “And much prettier than her.” He whispered in her ear.

“Stop... This is wrong.” Somin weakly brought out, as she placed her hands on his arms, ready to push him away, but he was strong, especially with those muscles in his arms. Oh god.

“What’s so wrong? Me being single and wanting to get closer to the girl I like or that you can’t study on a Sunday evening?” He teased. He was enjoying it so much, knowing how inexperienced she was at the moment. He obviously wanted to get with her, but Somin was so shy and insecure that it blocked her in some kind of way to act normal.

“Both... I mean, does it even matter? This is wrong. There is no possibility that you would like me.”

“Why not? You are cute and adorable. On top of that, you are smart.” He praised, as he leant in and pressed his lips against her neck. Somin let out a soft whimper at the sudden touch. It was over for her. She was completely swept away by him and she had to put her arms around his neck for support. His hands roamed from her hips to the small of her back, where it stopped as he tightened his hug.

“You don’t have to worry about other girls. You are my baby girl, you will always be my favorite.” He whispered and Somin couldn’t help but to smile and feel butterflies in her belly.

“If you say so,” Somin muttered back shyly, as Jungkook pushed her a bit off him so he could look at her face. There was a soft glint in her eyes and it somehow warmed his heart. It was the right moment, he thought. Jungkook dived in for her lips and kissed her slowly. She felt warm on his lips and he felt soft to hers. It was like how she dreamt it. Everything felt so exciting for her.

For the remaining time of the evening, they both decided to watch a movie, but Somin had to admit that she didn’t really knew what the movie really was about. She was constantly distracted by Jungkook trying to get her attention. He was kissing her most of the time and Somin laid in his arms enjoying his warmth.

“To be honest, I didn’t know I would be your type.” Somin admitted, as she slowly looked up at him. Jungkook watched her with hooded eyes and smiled. “You are not, but I would make an exception for you.” He said, already leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Stop with that sweet talk.” Somin chuckled, as she sat up straight and faced him. “I want a honest answer. When did you start to like me?”

“That’s a secret.” He smirked, as he reached out his hand to grab Somin’s arm. He pulled her in and made her fall on her back on the bed. Surprised, Somin looked at him as Jungkook hovered over her and smiled. “All I am saying is that you are my baby girl.”

Somin grinned wide from his sweet words and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him down. “Eager, aren’t we?” he whispered, and Somin blushed. “Shut up.”

Jungkook laughed and buried his nose in her neck. His hands grabbed her waist, as he pressed his lips against the crook of her neck. Somin whimpered lightly and Jungkook went ahead to place little kisses on her neck, which soon developed in little love bites.

“Can I stay over?” Jungkook muttered against her skin. Somin immediately nodded and closed her eyes, as she focused on his touch. He was gentle, yet sweet.

It didn’t take long before Somin had fallen asleep and Jungkook laid by her side admiring her. He was supposed to sleep on the couch, but he wouldn’t want to miss her sleeping face for anything, so he secretly sneaked into bed with her and embraced her. She unconsciously pressed herself closer against his chest. Jungkook chuckled, as he caressed her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.

“My cute baby girl.” He whispered, before he soon followed and fell asleep too.

When the morning came and Somin was slowly waking up, she blinked her eyes a few times, before she remembered yesterday and she jolted up in her bed. Flickering her eyes to the couch, she discovered it to be empty with the blankets nicely folded on the arm support.

Was it all a dream, Somin thought to herself. She scanned her room and noticed her laptop sitting at the end of her bed. It wasn’t a dream. They really watched a movie, together. But she figured that he might have left early in the morning to get ready for school. Somin checked her phone for the time and she noticed that she had a unread message from an unknown number. Touching the message to open, Somin smiled to herself when she saw the message.

Morning, baby girl.

I hope you slept well.

This is my number in case you wondered.

- Jungkook

She sighed to herself as she rolled back in her bed. Oh god. Did this mean that they were officially dating? Did she finally have a boyfriend by just being herself? She couldn’t believe, neither could she believe the time that her wall portrayed. It was already half past 9, which meant that courses had already started an hour ago. Widening her eyes, she cursed to herself and bounced out of her bed. Collecting all her books in her backpack, she quickly grabbed some breakfast and when she was about to grab her keys, she froze in the mirror when she saw multiple bruises on her neck. Fuck, love bites.

A few days later, Somin hasn’t spoken to Jungkook much because of her upcoming test on Thursday. She has been doing study sessions in the library and pulling long nights each day. For some reason, she had a hard time focusing on her books as her phone looked tempting. She wanted to text him, although she didn’t know about what. Everything was still new to her and it was her curiosity and excitement that wanted to try things she usual never did. One of them was texting Jungkook.

When she closed her book for a short study break in the library, she grabbed her phone out of her backpack and lit up the screen. What can I say, Somin thought, shall I ask if he has eaten yet? No, it’s only 5 pm.

She really wanted to talk to him, but she also wondered why Jungkook hasn’t texted her, either for the past few days. Was he also busy studying for his tests? Which means that Somin shouldn’t disturb him by texting him. Urgh, why was dating so hard, she thought but at the same time, she couldn’t help but to keep a smile on her face. Maybe, when she gets home, she’ll knock on his door and ask him if he wanted to cook together with her.

It was easier said than done, when there was no response and his door didn’t open. He wasn’t in his room. “Strange, or was he at the library too, but he didn’t return, yet?” Confused, Somin shrugged her shoulders and headed back into her room. She quickly cooked something for herself, but it seemed like she has overestimated the amount of rice grain in the rice cooker. “Ah, I can give this to Jungkook later if he hasn’t eaten yet.” Somin thought to herself and she neatly placed the rice in the fridge with some side dishes.

The next day, Somin finished her test and waited for Jungkook in the hallway. His classes were finished at the same time as hers, but she managed to be quick and see all the students walk out of the class. When she nonchalantly leaned against the door, she overheard a voice which made her heart race. “Yes, I’ll be coming tonight. See you there.”

Jungkook walked out of his class and Somin smiled. “Hey!” she chirped, which surprised Jungkook. He looked at her shortly, before he gave her a quick smile.

“Hey! I didn’t see you there.” He said, placing a hand on the small of her back. He was guiding her to walk away from his class, until they have reached his locker. “How was the test?” He asked, as he opened his locker and placed his books inside. Somin cocked her head and stuck out her two thumbs. “You can be proud of your smart girlfriend, because I aced the test!” Somin laughed. Jungkook’s face fell shortly, but Somin was too cheerful to notice it. He ruffled her hair and tried to smile, what looked more like a grimace. “Girlfriend?” He chuckled. Somin blinked her eyes, before she fell silent.

“Too early?” She whispered, to which Jungkook shook his head and laughed. He closed his locker and turned to her.

“I prefer to call you my baby girl. I’m more into nicknames. Anyways, I still have some classes to attend. I’ll see you tonight?” He said, before he stepped back and waved at her. Somin nodded and waved back. “Yeah, sure. Good luck.” She smiled at him, before he disappeared around the corner and she was left standing at his locker.

Flickering her eyes over at the green door, she grinned wide when she saw Jungkook’s name. She couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. It almost felt like a dream to her.

However, dreams mostly don’t last very long, and it wouldn’t take long for Somin to know that love is two-faced.

“What are you talking about? Why won’t you go to that frat party tonight?” Somin’s friend, Yeri, exclaimed through the phone. Somin wasn’t feeling to go out tonight, but Yeri seemed to have a different opinion about it. “It’s one of the biggest party of this semester. You can’t miss it, besides, there will be some hot and cute boys.”

Somin rolled her eyes as she took a seat on the couch and started to play with the hem of her sweater. “Nah, you know how I think about frat parties. They literally make me puke.” Somin said, but Yeri just sighed. “That’s why you should go to this one. It will prove you wrong. Come on! Just one time!” She begged and Somin sighed.

“Fine, fine! But I’ll be leaving when it is not fun.”

“Oh god, you won’t. A few hot boys are going to be there, especially Jungkook. You know that neighbor you have been crushing on for so long...”

“Yes, about that... Yeri, there is something I need to tell yo—“

“I’m coming, mom geez! Calm down!” Yeri interrupted Somin, “Sorry, Somin. I have to hang up now. My mom wants me to help her with grocery shopping.”

Somin laughed and smiled. “Yeah, sure. No problem, we can talk about this later. Before you leave, text me the address of that frat party.”

“Okay! See you tonight!”

“Bye!”

Somin pressed the red button and she looked at her phone. Shortly after, she received a text from Yeri with the address of the frat party. Apparently, it didn’t seem to be that far from her dorms. Somin smiled to herself and decided to study for a bit, before she grabs some dinner and take a shower.

“Do you want a drink?” Yeri yelled in her ear as the music was much louder than their voices combined. “What?” Somin yelled back, but Yeri shook her head and grabbed her arm to guide her towards the stall with the drinks. She gave Somin a red cup, as she poured herself a strange blue liquid. Somin looked in her cup and frowned. Nudging her friend, she leant into her ear.

“What is this? You didn’t pour me a drink.” Somin yelled, but Yeri just smiled. “You are going to play one round of beer pong with me.” She said, and she pulled Somin to the table with a group of students, seemingly to enjoy their selves as one of them threw the ping pong ball into a cup. Somin looked at them and it somehow scared her a bit that some of them were already wasted. She didn’t know how the rules were set with this game and how much she would have to drink if she lost.

Pushing her cup into Yeri’s hand, she shook her head. “No, no, you can play it alone. I am not going to drink tonight.”

“What?”

“I SAID I DIDN’T WANT TO PLAY THIS GAME!”

Yeri nodded shortly that she heard her and a weak pout formed on her lips. “WHY NOT? IT’S FUN!!”

“Yeah, I know, but...” It was then when Somin’s eyes scanned through the crowd that she saw a familiar figure dancing on the floor. It turned her silent and she couldn’t help but to keep her eyes stuck on his moves. The lack of answering her caused Yeri to look at her and then follow her gaze towards the dancing figure.

“Oooooooh... Crush alert!” She chirped loudly in her ear, which caused Somin to snap out of her trance and blush. “Come, let’s go dance with him!”

But Somin refused to follow her. She grabbed Yeri’s arm to stop her and she then pointed to the other people standing around him. It were his friends, but some of them were known to be a bully underneath the nerds, and Somin was one of the few who caught them in the act of stealing money from other students. Yeri was aware of it too and she felt relieved that Somin warned her, or she would have thrown herself into the fire.

“On a second thought, watching from a distance isn’t that bad. I’m sure you will have plenty of chances to talk to him tonight, without his friends that is.” Yeri said, bobbing her head on the rhythm of the music. Once Jungkook has stopped dancing, the other clapped for him and his friends stormed towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. Jungkook smiled to his friends, before he looked up through the crowd and he and Somin crossed eyes.

Jungkook smiled lightly at her, before he averted his eyes and started to jump with his friends, not caring anymore about Somin. Yeri looked at them both, before she snapped her head at Somin and raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Somin absentmindly asked, before she turned her head to look at Yeri with a dreamy look.

“Holy Jesus! Look at you! You are smitten for that boy!” Yeri laughed, which caused Somin to blush more. “I bet he likes you too! But before you throw yourself out there, don’t forget that Jungkook is still a fuckboy.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. It’s just a label to scare girls off. He is actually really kind and sweet when you know him personally.” Somin said, but Yeri looked at her with disdain.

“I know he is a fuckboy just by looking at him. Come on, he must have had thousands of girls in his bed, before. Good rumors don’t spread by itself, without having a small bit of truth in them.” Yeri remarked and Somin shot her look. Yeri raised her hands and backed off. “Okay, okay. Just saying. I just don’t want you to be involved in something you are not ready for yet.”

Somin rolled her eyes and laughed. “I’ll be fine. He’s really kind.”

“Uh yeah, almost to every girl. That’s his trademark as a fuckboy.” Yeri retorted with an obvious tone, but she quickly shut up when Somin shot her a look again.

“Don’t worry. Anyways, I need to use the restroom. Could you get me an actual drink, instead of a ticket to wasteland, while I am gone?” Somin asked, to which Yeri nodded. Somin left her spot and after a bit of searching and bumping into some people, she finally found the restroom. There were a few typical and superficial girls standing in the bathroom, staring at their reflection as they touched up their makeup.

Somin quickly walked into a cubicle and sat down. What seemed like a calm moment for Somin, it was interrupted by the annoying laughing of the girls. However, she couldn’t help but to eavesdrop on them.

“Did you see him dance? He looked so hot in that shirt covered with sweat.”

“Yes, oh my god! It almost became see-through. I bet he is great in bed with those abs and muscles.”

Somin supported her chin with her hand and frowned. “Were they talking about Jungkook?” Somin thought to herself, which made her heart jump. The girls giggled slightly, before they continued and Somin wished she didn’t hear it.

“Oh right, speaking of sex. Didn’t Jungkook sleep with Chaeyoung yesterday?”

“No effin’ way! Yesterday?”

“Was that the reason why he wasn’t in his room, yesterday?” Somin gasped and she quickly covered her mouth, hoping they didn’t hear her. Luckily, they didn’t as their gossip just continued.

“Yes, Jimin told me. Apparently, Chaeyoung lost a bet and she had to fuck him, and knowing Jungkook, he fucks everyone he knows. Chaeyoung is such a slut.”

“Wasn’t Jungkook actually dating? I heard him talking about a certain girl at his dorms in Ms. Davis lecture.”

Somin widened her eyes. Her heart jumped, as she believed that they were going to talk about her. But sadly...

“You mean that Ed Sheeran girl? What’s her name, again? Ugh... I drank too much to remember her name, but she is here tonight. Jungkook was bragging about her coming tonight, but I doubt they are dating. It seems more to me that he is just looking for some quick sex.”

The other girl scoffed. “As expected. Jungkook isn’t even the type to settle down with a girl. Even the words ‘girlfriend’ and ‘relationships’ sickened him.”

“Right. I wouldn’t either if I was a boy and had his looks, haha.”

“Oh! Should we bet on him tonight? I bet he is going to eat out that Ed Sheeran’s girl.”

“Sounds great. How much are you going to bet on? I was actually rooting for him to fuck that girl until he got her walking side by side~”

“Oh, I like that song! We’ll see. I’m going to put out 50 dollars.”

“Deal. One of us is going to be rich tonight.” They laughed at each other, before they finally left and the bathroom was silent again.

Somin flushed the toilet and walked out of the cubicle with a pale face. She felt like throwing up, despite not even having one drop of alcohol in her system. It was sickening to hear them. It was awful to know this through a bathroom conversation. Somin supported herself on the washing table, before she looked at herself in the mirror. Tears has formed in her eyes and they were making their way down her cheeks. She lightly sniffed through her nose, before she quickly turned on the tap and splashed water in her face. She felt disgusted to know that she probably didn’t mean anything to Jungkook. She felt so stupid to actually believe his words, because she really believed him when he said he liked her, while in fact, he was just trying to get into her pants.

Clenching her fist, she patted her face dry and let out a heavy sigh. She wanted to confront him about it. She wanted to know if the girls were telling the truth. She wanted to know if Jungkook actually cared about her with his lies. If those stereotypes of fuckboys never falling for nerds were true and he was actually cheating on her. Cheating, did he even see her as his girlfriend?

Somin scoffed to herself, before she walked out of the bathroom in search for Yeri. Like expected, she was standing near the counter of drinks, holding two blue cups up and she beamed when she saw Somin approaching.

“Took you a while! You almost missed the best part. Come—Are you alright?” Yeri’s face was painted with concern once she saw Somin’s pale expression. Somin lightly brushed her off and shook her head. She didn’t want to talk about it. All she wanted was to find Jungkook and talk with him.

“Do you know where Jungkook is?” She asked her, which surprised Yeri. She broke into a smile and turned her around to point at the couch. “He’s there, on the couch. Why? You want to make your move?” She raised an eyebrow, but Somin didn’t pay attention to her. She was already squeezing herself between the people, until she saw black strands of hair sticking out from behind the couch, but surprisingly, he wasn’t alone.

Somin narrowed her eyes and stopped once she stood across the couch. There was a girl with him, leaning her head on his shoulder and joking with him. It didn’t really occur to her, until now that she find the girl’s laugh annoying, unlike that time in the laundromat room. Even if the music was loud, Somin could clearly make out her voice above the music. She bit her lip and she frowned. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She felt her heart stopping when Jungkook leant into her. Everything around her stopped when she watched him kiss her. She felt how her heart started to ache and her dream was shattered into tiny little pieces.

He played with her feelings.

The kiss proceeded into a deeper one and it disgusted Somin. She was angry and jealous at the same time and it would be unfair if she just left without him knowing. Without him knowing how much pain he had inflicted to her.

“Jungkook!” Somin yelled above the music, which made people snap their heads at her. The girl frowned when Jungkook broke off the kiss, looking surprised around at the sudden mention of his name. His eyes wandered around until it landed on Somin and he stared at her frowning.

Somin’s tears were already threatening to fall as she couldn’t see him clearly anymore, only that there were figures approaching her and nudging her shoulder.

“Who do you think you are? You just spoiled their fun.” A guy said, as he smirked and tried to push her away, but Somin stood frozen on the spot. His friends were all looking at her, which somehow took away her courage to be confident and face Jungkook.

“Do you know her, Jungkook?” They asked him, to which he flickered his eyes, but before he could give an answer, someone was already before him.

“She is one of the nerds,” A boy named Hoseok said, before he smirked at her, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be studying for your tests with the other nerds?”

People crowded around her and Hoseok walked over to her, poking into her shoulder. “These parties aren’t really for you. You don’t belong here. Go back home.”

“I-I need to talk to Jungkook. Please, let me through.” Somin said, avoiding his eye contact as she tried to push past him, but he just pushed her back. She stumbled a bit and eyed him.

“I told you to go home! Don’t make me repeat my words.” Hoseok scoffed, before he was backed by a few more people. Somin cowered a bit under his intimidation, but she didn’t want to give up so easily.

“Please let me talk to Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?” He laughed, surprised that he didn’t hear her wrong, “If you have something stupid to say, say it here. I’ll tell him.”

Somin stayed silent, but that seemed to trigger Hoseok’s irritation. “Yah,” he said, pushing her shoulder again. “Go ahead! Tell me!” He was pushing her harder and harder, until he was too strong for her and Somin stumbled back and fell down on the ground, earning lots of laughter from the people around her.

“She’s so weak.” One of them said, and Hoseok cocked his head. “Know your position, sweetie. This isn’t a place for you to share your calculus and geometry.”

Somin bit her lip as she could no longer hold back her tears for being treated like that. Why were they all so mean, she thought, and to make it worse, Hoseok grabbed a cup from someone and splashed the liquid onto her. Somin gasped and looked at everyone who made fun of her.

“Hey! That was uncalled for!” A familiar voice said as he grabbed onto Hoseok’s shoulder and turned him around. Somin sobbed lightly and looked up to see Jungkook staring down at her. He looked concerned, but Somin was too hurt to meet his eyes. She quickly stood up from her position and ran away. She could no longer stand the pressure they gave her.

“Somin! Wait!” She could hear Jungkook calling after her, but she ignored him and ran away from the party.

After it happened, Jungkook wasn’t in the mood to party anymore for the rest of the night, whereas his friends tried to cheer him up and prevent him from attacking Hoseok. He was so angry at him for treating her like that, even if he wasn’t that innocent either. He knew damn well that Somin was not only hurt by Hoseok’s attitude. He felt so guilty and torn when he saw Somin’s expression. What was he even thinking. For the first time in a long time, he walked all alone back to his dorms after he was unable to find Somin. With his hands in his pockets, he wondered if Somin had returned back to her room, probably crying. He wondered if he should knock on her door and apologize for Hoseok’s attitude. But then, it was his own fault too. It would be too rude of him to show up on her doorstep right after he kissed another girl. It wasn’t his intention for Somin to know. To be honest, he wasn’t even expecting her in that party. He thought that Somin hated frat parties, but aside from that, she was there and she saw him.

Whatever was going to happen, Jungkook had to talk to her and he thought checking up on her wouldn’t be that bad, just to be sure she has returned safely to her room. He dragged his feet across the floor, his heart heavy at the thought that Somin would be angry at him. Once he turned around the corner, he saw a figure sitting down next to his door.

The person was resting her head on her knees with her legs pulled in, seemingly trying to make itself as small as possible in the hallway. A soft sob escaped from that person and Jungkook immediately recognized the soft voice. He widened his eyes and ran towards her, kneeling down to check if she was okay.

“Somin, what are you doing here this late outside?”

Somin raised her head shortly to look at him and she started to cry. Big tears rolled down her cheeks and it broke Jungkook’s heart to see her like that. “What’s wrong, baby girl, tell me?”

He cupped her face to wipe away her tears with his thumbs but that only made her cry harder. Her face was warm too and there was a noticeable blush on her cheek.

“I-I can’t enter my room. I lost my keys.” She whined, and an overwhelming smell of alcohol entered his nose.

“Are you drunk, baby girl?”

Her shoulders shook and she let out a laugh. “N-N-No... You are! I got dumped by a boy. You should drink!” She hiccupped at the end of the sentence, which made Jungkook suppress a small smile. Despite the circumstances, he found it funny and cute that Somin was drunk. Suddenly, Somin raised her both arms and laughed hysterically, surprising Jungkook as he fell back and stared at her.

“Wooooh! I think aliens have stolen my keys. They are never to be trusted, bad bad aliens!” Somin said, frowning as she raised her finger and tried to point at him.

“Baby girl—“

“Why do you call me baby girl? Do I look like a baby to you?” She accused him, feigning that she was offended. Jungkook laughed to himself and grabbed her arms. “Let’s get you inside. It’s freezing outside.”

“I CAN’T GO INSIDE! THE ALIENS STOLE MY KEYS!!” She yelled, surprising Jungkook yet again and he quickly hushed her by covering her mouth. Somin let out a muffled sound, as she stared at him through eyes filled with tears.

“Keep your voice down. Some people are sleeping at this hour.” Jungkook reminded her, but Somin was too drunk to really care. However, she quickly nodded so that Jungkook could remove his hand.

“You know, you are quite handsome.” She whispered, when Jungkook stood up and searched for his keys. Jungkook simply smirked as he looked down at her who was admiring him with an open mouth. Once he found his keys, he opened the door and kneeled down to help Somin off the ground, but as childish as she was, she was more trying to yank him down.

“We need to find my keys. Aliens might be boarding their ship soon and I will never find my keys again.” Her voice sounded high-pitched and it seemed to Jungkook that she was actually convinced that aliens had stolen her keys. Jungkook let out a laugh at how ridiculous she sounded, before he buried his face in her neck to snake his arms around her waist.

“We’ll go find them in my room, baby girl.” He responded, before he helped her up and stumbled with her inside, tightly held onto her.

“Wheeee!” Somin beamed, as she grabbed the door and slammed it shut behind Jungkook. “We should look in your bathroom first! They love bathtubs! Tubs! Tubs! Tubs!”

Jungkook frowned and put her softly down on the couch. “How much did you drink, baby girl?” He eyed her long, before he walked over to his kitchen to fetch her a water bottle.

“Woah, your ceiling is soooo coool. It can twist on its own.” Somin squealed and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. He walked back to her, but before he could give her the water, Somin stood up from the couch and ran towards his sink. Shocked, Jungkook turned himself around and tried to warn her.

“Wait--! Somin, you can’t throw up in the si—“

There she went. Jungkook winced and he turned his head away as Somin threw up in his sink. But a small smile got up to his lips as he watched her panic. It must be her first time to be drunk and throw up. He stood up from his seat and went over to collect her hair into a ponytail, even though the smell was disgusting. Somin pouted and wiped off her lips with her hand once she was done. Since Jungkook was standing behind her, she twirled herself around and stood on her toes to give Jungkook a quick kiss.

“Omg, baby girl... You should rinse your mouth before kissing me.” Jungkook let out, as he pulled a disgusted expression and tried to wipe his lips. Somin smiled and winked at him lazily, as she lightly pushed him aside and then she threw herself on the couch, rolling over on her back.

“Do you want to hear about my break-up story?” She questioned, looking at his ceiling. Jungkook pushed himself off the sink and he slowly walked over to sit next to her. Like she was expecting it, Somin raised her head and waited for Jungkook to place his thigh under it. Jungkook rolled his eyes smiling, before he shove closer towards her and she put her head down on his thigh.

“Which break-up story? You know, baby girl, you are quite talkative when you are drunk.” Jungkook said, as he stroke a strand behind her ear. Somin bit her lip and smiled.

“I’m not drunk. I-I-I just don’t feel like caring about anything at the moment. I don’t want to hide my secrets. It’s too bothersome... And tiiiiring!” She chirped, before she closed her eyes when Jungkook cupped her cheek and moved down to the place where her jaw and neck met with a lovingly smile, as his thumb gently rubbed her jawline.

“That’s what alcohol does to you.” Jungkook chuckled and watched her with hooded eyes. He loved to feel her warm and soft skin with those innocent eyes staring at him. A look of disbelief flashed through her eyes as silent overtook them and Somin was lost for words as she stared at his features. He was extremely handsome, Somin thought to herself, but she cleared her throat and sat up right. Jungkook watched her as she replaced herself and put her hand on the other side of his lap, hoisting herself on his lap. His hands snaked around her waist and held onto her, in case she would fall back. Their faces were only inches away and as Somin stared into his eyes, she cocked her head.

“Why did you kiss that girl? Don’t you like me?” Somin whispered bravely. If it wasn’t for her being drunk, she wouldn’t have been able to ask him so straightforward, let alone stare into his eyes while doing so.

“Why wouldn’t I like my baby girl?” Jungkook muttered, and he felt her move one of her legs over his lap to sit down on his lap, closely on his crotch, so she could face him properly. Raising his eyebrows, he smiled to himself and looked at her, “What are you trying to do, baby girl?”

“Then tell me, what do you like about your baby girl?” She coyly said, and then, she moved her hips, grinding against him as she placed her arms around his neck. Jungkook grabbed her hips and stopped her, but not before he let out a soft sound from delight.

“You are funny. I didn’t know you could be like this, baby girl?” He smirked and he leant in to press his lips against her neck. Somin closed her eyes and moved her neck to expose herself more to him. His lips sucked lightly against her skin and she let out a soft moan.

“Sleep with me, Jungkook.” She said, but Jungkook tightened his grip on her hips, before he moved his head back and stared at her with hooded eyes.

“You’re drunk. I’m not going to sleep with you when you are drunk.”

Somin chuckled to herself and cocked her head. “You wouldn’t either if I was sober.” The harsh tone in her voice threw Jungkook off and he frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Somin stared back at him with hooded eyes, seemingly disappointed from the lack of contact. “Come on, you can’t fool me. I know you are playing with my feelings. I know that you don’t really like me, or else we would have slept with each other by now.”

Jungkook twitched one corner of his lips, before he fully smirked and stared deep down in her eyes. “Baby girl, is your insecurity talking to me? You are special. One of the things that has me drawn to you is your innocence and I want to keep that. I like how you are shy. I like how you would act uncomfortable around me.”

“That’s bullshit.” Somin said before she pushed herself off him and stumbled away from him. Jungkook cocked his head and rubbed his neck. It surely was not easy for him to talk to a drunk Somin, but he wasn’t going to let her be like this.

“Somin...” He began, but stopped when he realized it was the first time in a long time he had called her name directly, “This conversation, let’s talk about it when you are sober.”

Somin turned her around and smirked. “Great, let’s see if my sober self still wants to talk to you after tonight.” She said, before she fanned herself with her hand and flickered her eyes towards his chest. “It’s warm. Can I have one of those shirts you are wearing?”

Jungkook frowned, but once he realized what Somin was planning to do, he hurriedly walked over to her and grabbed the hem of her shirt she was desperately trying to pull up.

“Let go of my shirt! It’s waarrrm!” She whined, but Jungkook gulped as he tightly held onto her shirt.

“Baby girl, I don’t think your sober self would appreciate this.” He chuckled, but Somin pushed him off and he stumbled back surprised.

“What’s wrong with taking off my shirt when it is warm? You are hella weird.” She scoffed, before she lifted her shirt and took it off without hesitation. Jungkook pinched his nosebridge and sighed amused. Taking the hem of his own shirt, he pulled it over his head and looked at her. Giving the shirt to her, Somin smiled and looked at his chest. She was in awe of his body and slim waist, but the alcohol rushed through her mind and made her forget how her sober self would have drooled over him.

“You are crazy, baby girl,” Jungkook muttered to himself, “Totally crazy.”

Somin cocked her head and smiled at him, before clumsily pulling his shirt over her head. “Not as crazy as you are for me.” Jungkook saw her struggling and he stepped closer to help her get her arms through the arm holes. Once she managed to get the shirt on, Jungkook cupped her jaw gently with one of his hand as his fingers skimmed over her cheek and brushed a few strands behind her ear. His eyes were observing hers and a faint glint of adoration flashed through his eyes, before he bent down and kissed her lips. “Always crazy for you, baby girl.” He muttered against her lips. Somin let out a satisfied sigh, before she smirked and stepped back, putting distance between them. Her hand searched for his and they soon intertwined their hands and she pulled him towards the bed.

“What am I going to do with you, baby girl?” He said, placing little kisses in her neck. Somin hummed a reply and pulled him down on her, once she felt the bed underneath her.

“I want you to eat me out.”

Jungkook gasped lightly from the sudden surprise, before he continued and slipped his hand down the inside of her thigh, lightly skimming the skin over there with his thumb. “You’re so horny. It’s so unlike you.”

“I heard two girls talking about you. They made a bet on you whether you would eat out a girl or fuck her until she can’t walk.”

“Hmmm... And what option do you want to choose? What do you want to get from me, my baby girl?”

“I want to experience both with you.”

He raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Hmmm... It sounds tempting... But I don’t think your sober self would appreciate that, baby girl.” He hovered over her and kissed the place under her jaw. She whined lightly, before her hands traced over his back and felt every rib protruding through his skin on his sides.

“Stop talking... I don’t care what my sober self would think. I only care what I want at the moment and that is you.”

“Tempting, baby girl. You should get drunk more often.” He smiled, before he placed smaller kisses on her neck.

His cock was painfully throbbing in his pants and he wanted to have her, but it wasn’t something he had planned for tonight. Atleast, not this soon. First, he wanted to treasure her and then love her. He want to kiss her so much, until there was no more skin he hadn’t traced his lips over and tasted. He wanted her just like she was. He wanted her to stay innocent and herself without having to show her body. Without having to feel pressure to get with him, because the way how she was right now, was captivating and charming enough for him to go crazy over.

Somin laid down her head and she watched him with hooded eyes. The drowsiness started to kick in and he saw her struggling to keep them open. Leaning forward, Jungkook pressed a kiss on her forehead and cheek. “Go sleep. You must be tired, baby girl.” He said, in between his kisses, but Somin didn’t want to listen to him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but the sleep was slowly catching up to her. All the nights she had spent studying was taking its toll on her. In the end, she agreed and her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. Jungkook smiled to himself and placed himself next to her. Carefully as if she was made of porselain, he pulled the blankets over her and placed his arm under her head so he could have her close by him all night. Cuddling was what she liked and she wouldn’t believe it if it actually happened with Jungkook.

Smirking to himself, he hugged her closely and pressed a kiss near her temple.

“Goodnight, my baby girl.”

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