#i barely eat unhealthy snacks :(

[marinecorvid]

Sometimes living with my mother is tolerable and sometimes she says shit that makes me want to bash my head against the wall

[strayloveletter]

friendly reminder to all my brown girls: take your ferrous sulphate

[bluur00]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 - 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎

hurt/comfort. insecurity. unhealthy diet. mentions of body image. fem!reader. model reader.

When you entered the fashion world as a model you knew you had to keep your body, face, hair, skin at a certain standard. At first it was going well, your everyday diet wasn’t effecting for you to starve.

That was until you started dating the famous baseball player, Kenji Sato. He always pamper you with foods and snacks that he knows you love, he made you forget that you worry about your appearance every single day.

Eventually, the public caught up to your change in appearance, they gave critical comments and comments that had control on what you would have to do to please them.

“why is her body get bigger? her recent magazine cover is trash!”

“what has she been eating to get those kind of pimples?!”

“she honestly let herself go after going viral just for that fashion show.”

and so on.

Everyday, every night, you would get at least thousands more commenting your appearance, which made you decide to start going back to your old diet and start to reject the food Kenji offers. 

You think doing this plan of yours would be easy considering how busy he has been between baseball and ultraman business.

Even though that was your plan, it didn’t get past Kenji, no matter how busy he would be he is still observant for his own girlfriend. He knew how you started to just have granola bars for breakfast, 

“Good morning, baby, I made pancakes for you,” Kenji greeted, you smiled  in acknowledging, “thanks, Kenji but I’m good with some granola bars for now.”

for dinner you would say that you will eat but still just goes to bed before even getting a plate.

“Y/n, you’re not gonna eat?” Kenji asked, noticing how your not getting a plate to eat, but instead your still glued to your phone, scrolling through the comments, “Y/n? Baby?” Kenji called once again, you lifted your head to look at him, “Oh, yeah in a bit, you can finish first it’s okay,” you smiled. He then saw you went upstairs a few minutes after you said you would eat.

He saw how you rejected his snacks, even your favorite ones. They were some that you accepted but he knew you just hid them somewhere he wouldn’t find.

Kenji just got back from an interview and you were waiting for him in the living room, reading magazines that are full of other models. You then heard the front door closed, “Baby, I’m home!” Kenji called out, you immediately closed the magazine and shifted your focus to the television, Kenji then walked in placing a box of cookies from your favorite bakery, “got this for you!” you smelled the cookies, and the temptation to eat it was very high, but instead you smiled and thanked him.

Of course, the next few days Kenji found the same cookies he bought you that night.

He noticed how you measured your weight more often, usually you would only do that when there’s a photoshoot or fashion show event. 

“Y/n, what do you wanna watch?? If you don’t come here I’ll choose the movie for tonight!” Kenji shouted, when he didn’t get a response back he went upstairs and checked the bedroom, there you were standing on a weight measurement. 

One day, Kenji decided to confront you about it. It was dinner time and as usual, you ran away upstairs without eating. Kenji took a plate and filled it with food according to your own portion, before going up to the bedroom to talk to you about what he recently has been noticing.

Kenji knocked and opened the door, you were laying on the bed scrolling through comments of your recent event, Kenji noticed you tear-stained cheeks, he then knew exactly what has been bothering you.

“Hey baby, brought you your dinner since you escaped from the table,” Kenji chuckled, making his way to sit at the edge of the bed beside ur figure. You lifted your head, noticing the food he held and shook your head, “no thanks, not hungry,” before laying down your head again.

“Y/n, I notice you haven’t been eating properly, your barely ate rice these few weeks, I found so many of the snacks I gave you in your drawer, and now I see your crying because of what? Comments?” Kenji ranted, he was clearly frustrated and concerned about your wellbeing, you turned off your phone and faced your body to him.

His eyes were yearning for answers, you then decided you can no longer keep this from him, it’s unfair as being in a relationship to not tell him what you’re going through, you sat up and sighed, “the public hasn’t been happy with how I’ve been looking like, plus companies I’m working with are forcing me to do something and fix the public view or it will not only cost me but somehow them as well,” you paused, you realized tears slowly started to drop one by one.

Kenji placed the plate to the bedside table, and held your hands, rubbing your skin hoping that it could comfort you, “I figured I might as well go back to my old diet and it could somehow fix this,” you finished, at that time your tears kept on falling that you harshly wiped them, avoiding the urge to break down that instant.

“But what about how people will say?” you said, fearing how mean the public can be, Kenji shook his head, “that’s just the haters, have even try to search for good comments and response? I bet they’re plenty,” Kenji suggested, you immediately picked up your phone but Kenji stopped you, “eat first then sleep we can continue this tomorrow,” Kenji urged, scratch that, he demanded. 

You then wrapped your arms around his waist, pulled yourself to him, planting your face on his chest, breaking down at the point. All the thoughts, the worry, the fear, you let out by crying to him. Kenji gave an understanding look, placing his arms around your figure, placing his chin above your head, muttering, “aw, my baby, been so tired, hm? It’s okay, I’m here,” you eventually stopped crying in a few minutes due to his words.

You and Kenji pulled away, as Kenji wiped the tears that were still resting on your cheek, softly smiling as he reached out to take the plate from the bedside table, taking a spoonful, “now eat.”

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Mutual Help | #50

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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Like you said to Jungkook, the last time you've seen Haru was during summer when you went to Busan to visit his family. Kids grow fast, you know that and in the back of your mind you've told yourself she will be slightly different than the little girl that was clinging to her uncle, not wanting to let him go.

But the little girl that runs around Jungkook's living room, giggling loudly while Jungkook looks like ten seconds from fainting, looks way older than the baby that barely walked on her own.

"Thank god," he breathes out, trying to catch a breath once he spots you standing at the entrance of his large living room.

At the last minute, Jungkook found out he doesn't have too much food to offer Haru, so you proposed to go grocery shopping in the evening while he waited for his brother and sister-in-law to drop off Haru. You thought you would make it until they arrived, but you're wrong because there is no sight of her parents and only little Haru with her pigtails bouncing with each step she takes.

And then she notices her uncle's attention on you, turning her head in your direction as she eyes you with similar big eyes her father and uncle share.

"What's wrong, Jeon? You don't have enough stamina for a kid?" you joke, walking into the living room as you avert your eyes back at Haru, just in time to notice Jungkook's roll of eyes and need to flick you off but obviously, he chooses not to. Not in the presence of his little niece.

"Ruru, you know Y/N, right? You remember her?" Jungkook asks sweetly, coming to his niece as he bends down to her little body while she eyes you curiously, she gives him a stiff nod.

There's no way she remembers you.

"I told you my friend lives here. She saw you when you were thiiiis little." He motions with his hands, showing a half of her size as she stares with big eyes while her lips spread in a huge grin when she sees her uncle's one.

"Hey, Haru," you greet her, setting down the bag that catches her attention momentarily before she watches you attentively as you crouch down to her, smiling at the little girl. "You've grown so much!" you tell her, admiring her from up close.

She still has the baby face, though she is definitely taller and her hair is slightly longer.

"Say hello Ruru." Jungkook tells his niece, watching your interaction as Haru suddenly bows to you and both of you erupt into giggles at the cuteness of his niece.

"Hello." she mumbles, her finger finding its way into her little mouth as she still watches you curiously.

"Look, I brought you some snacks!" you exclaim too happily, knowing you're trying to let her loosen up because so far she seems a little wary of your sudden presence. She's definitely more preservative than she was when she saw you the first time.

Ah, this is why you weren't sure about this. Kids are unpredictable and you hate to admit how much you don't want any kid not to like you. This is like a completely different kid than the one you saw in Busan.

She peers into the back curiously, looking at you in confirmation as you give her a nod with a bright smile and she smiles back, pulling a pack of round chocolate pies. Of course, she would pull out the most unhealthy one. 

She hands it to her uncle, silently pleading him to open it for her as he stares at her with sparkling eyes and adoring grin, not refusing his niece's wish. He opens it, though hands her only one pie telling her she shouldn't be eating too much before her bed time.

Haru frowns and pouts cutely, mumbling a weak "No" which makes you want to snicker. She definitely has an attitude this time. She is cute though.

"Your tummy will hurt then," Jungkook warns her, patting her little tummy and the sight makes you swoon at how delicate and soft he is with her. "You can't eat too many. Your dad said you already ate, you are not hungry. You are just a little greedy, missy."

And he tickles her sides a little which automatically makes her break into a fit of laughter. He stops, laughing at her reaction as he tells her to sit on the couch and eat carefully, not forgetting to hand her her sippy cup which she takes with a slight bow, eyes already focused on the TV where Jungkook has turned on a cartoon station for her.

He sighs, taking the bag off the floor as he gives you an appreciative gaze. "Thanks, you're a huge help."

You wave him off, following him to the kitchen as he starts pulling out the groceries and snacks, putting them to their place.

"She's so big now." you comment, hearing the faint sounds of the cartoon playing as Haru suddenly giggles and repeats something from there, though it's muffled because her mouth is full.

"I know, right?" Jungkook chuckles, closing the cupboard. "Every time I see her in person, there's something new about her."

"It's always like that with kids." you hum, walking up to the sink where you wash your hands while Jungkook tidies up the kitchen.

"Yeah, you're right." he agrees, both of you retrieving back to the living room where Haru spots you immediately, her entire mouth dirty from the chocolate as you and Jungkook snort at the sight.

Although she remains completely unbothered, her chocolate stained finger pointed at Jungkook's large television screen. "Kookie, look, princess!"

Jungkook chuckles, already bringing some napkins with him as you coo at her, joining her at the couch as she lets out a cute and loud "Woah!" every time the princess appears on the screen.

"She has a nice dress, right?" you ask her and she looks at you, smiling.

"Yeah! It's pink and glittery!" she exclaims, almost jumping in her spot from how excited she is to have this conversation.

So you chat with her, pointing out almost every detail the princess has. From her glittery silver crown, to her matching heels. Jungkook joins you, wiping Haru's mouth even when she talks but that doesn't stop her while she continues blabbering to the point you've to pay extra attention to try to understand her.

Though as soon as she's done eating, Jungkook turns off the television despite her whines and pleads, pointing towards the huge bag her parents brought full of her toys.

"Show Y/N your dolls. You've got some princesses for sure." Jungkook says, feigning excitement as Haru looks at you and you quickly nod, going along with Jungkook's plan until she happily jumps off the couch, sitting on the floor while rummaging through the bag.

You send Jungkook a wink, joining her on the floor as she starts showing you her entire collection of toys. Surprisingly, yes, there are princess dolls but she shows you her little plushies as well. But like every kid, she loses her interest in a few minutes and until it's her bed time, you and Jungkook have to occupy her somehow.

You end up playing hide-and-seek, Haru hiding at the most obvious and visible spots while you and Jungkook pretend you don't see her, wanting to gain some extra time. You're so evil by doing this, though it's been only one hour and you and Jungkook feel like you're about to faint from exhaustion.

"Fuck, is this how parents feel like?" Jungkook complains as soon as you both plop back on the couch, breathing exhaustedly while the apartment is swallowed in silence that has seemed unapproachable.

After playing for another two hours and Jungwon and Sona checking on their daughter through text messages, it was finally time for bedtime. Haru refused to sleep in Jungkook's bedroom for some reason though, your room appearing more up to her preference as she jumped on your bed already wearing her pajamas, clutching one of her plushies.

Jungkook tried to persuade her and for a moment it was funny to see him trying to explain to her that it's your room. She's a stubborn one, definitely has some Jeon genes which ended up with you laughing and assuring him it's fine. Your one side of the bed is pressed against the wall sideways, which makes it safer for Haru anyway, just in case she rolls around in her sleep. She's not used to sleeping here, so it's better to be safe.

He even promised her he will join her, not wanting her to sleep alone the whole night, again just in case which makes perfect sense. After you and Jungkook have read her a book, Haru refusing to let one of you out of the room, she finally fell asleep – something that seemed impossible for the longest time.

"I guess," you sigh, throwing your head back as you hum at the silence. "She's cute but god, was she always this energetic?"

Jungkook erupts in a fit of tired and silent laughter as you join him with a chuckle, both of you too tired to say anything else.

"Thanks for helping me. I don't think I'd be able to do it without you." he says, head turned to you as you both stay slouched on the couch in the laziest position.

You find him giving you a soft and appreciative smile which makes you chuckle again.

"You would," you assure him, "You're just not used to this but Haru loves you, she's a good kid."

"I mean... yeah, she is. It's just so tiring, I found it better when she was not walking and was just babbling."

"Jungkook!" you exclaim by whispering-yelling, looking scandalized at Jungkook who just sheepishly grins.

"What it's true..." he mutters.

"You can't say stuff like this." you laugh quietly, finding his honesty funny because as much as he loves his niece, he's at least objective.

But he just shrugs, not really caring while he runs his long tattooed fingers through his raven hair. The silence and moment of rest swallows both of you while you just sit there in a dim lightning. Contemplating between taking a shower, going to bed after or resting your eyes for a little bit longer, the moment is interrupted by Jungkook's pillowy lips pressing a set of soft kisses between your shoulder and neck.

Your body reacts automatically, it's no secret you enjoy Jungkook's close proximity and even though you know where this leads to, and you weren't even thinking about sex at this exact moment, you give him more space by angling your head. The sound of his lips pressing wet smooches on your neck makes you sigh in content, but most importantly it's how soft and eager at the same time they feel. He's just kissing you, not rushing anywhere but the main point of this act is not misleading.

"Kook," you moan, eyes closed while your whole body tenses as soon as his teeth gently graze over your skin. "We can't right now."

"Says who?" he murmurs against you, voice sending vibration to the point goosebumps appear all over your body.

"You're seriously thinking about sex when your niece sleeps in the next room?"

It's not like having sex right now isn't temping. It most certainly is. Again, you haven't had the time to have sex and the last time you've even remoterly done something intimate was the morning blowjob. Oh, how you wished to just be that person that says "Fuck work" and went along with Jungkook's shenanigans. You've never had such a pleasurable sex before, not with anyone else. Maybe the fact that you don't hook up every day helps, so every time one of you feels like it's time to switch from friends to friends who hook up, it works every time and both of you are in the mood. It's not hard to be when you look at your devilishly hot looking best friend.

"Babe, we've done it when our friend was sleeping in the next room." Jungkook points out against you, a moan vibrating out of your mouth and you're not sure whether it's those lips on you again, or the cute affectionate pet name you've grown very attracted to.

You should hate him for that. You used to cringe at the thought of a man calling you a pet name. But of course, what you had in mind were those cringey pet names. You're glad Jungkook doesn't call you anything else. If he called you a baby girl, you would kick him in the ass sooner he would get to yours.

You're selfish and you're purposely deciding to ignore how such a single pet name makes a red light beeping in your head. It's too intimate, close. But the main problem is that you like it. And instead of having another conversation with Jungkook about it, instead you choose to ignore it and press your thighs together whenever he says it. Every time he calls you that, it's always somehow related to sex so maybe it shouldn't be a big deal. Not as long as both of you are fine with it. You love the thrill, excitement and lust he brings out of you and being robbed of it makes you actually dislike that thought. So much that you just push the topic away every single time.

It's not forced. It's natural.

"She's a kid though. What if she wakes up?" you whine, annoyed with yourself that instead of pulling away you even press yourself closer to him, his hand slowly disappearing under your shirt. Oh, fuck, you're done for. 

"You gotta be quiet then," Jungkook proposes lightly, pulling down your bralette letting it stay under your breast while he palms the soft flesh.

He knows what he's doing. He always does. The wetness between your thighs and already clinging to your underwear is the perfect proof of it, a proof he's soon about to witness.

"Don't tell me you don't want it."

And you actually stay silent, Jungkook finding you biting on your lower lip rather harshly which makes him smirk. He knew it.

"What if I don't?" Why are you still doing this? You don't know. What's the point of prolonging this when you could've been both naked by now.

"Should I look between your legs to find out?"

Your breath hitches in your throat and you press your thighs immediately, cursing when Jungkook follows the motion and makes sure you see the smirk that spreads on his beautiful wet lips.

"No need," you manage to choke out, cursing under your breath when Jungkook pinches your nipple, letting his thumb graze over it right after. "I think it's more than obvious." you let out breathlessly, chuckling as soon as you dropped the facade. Well, that didn't take long.

"Quit playing and let me fuck you." His lips move to your jaw as he says it, your own hand shooting to Jungkook's jaw as you caress it, fingers moving to his hair.

"We're risking. What if she wakes up?"

Jungkook groans against you, forehead pressed against your cheek for a moment. "Do you seriously think my brother and his wife don't fuck when their kid is around?"

"I–no." you stutter, cheeks heating up at his bluntness.

"Besides, if we are quiet she won't hear us."

"I know–but what if she sees us and then tells that to Jungwon and Sona?"

"Then they will know her uncle fucked his pretty best friend until she cried."

"Jungkook," you frown, scolding him as you elbow him in the stomach. "That's not funny. Stop joking."

He snorts, shaking his head as he sits up. It's not hard to tell you're already horny and ready to do this. "What do you want me to say?"

You shrug, nibbling on your bottom lip before your eyes avert to the door of his office and your room where Haru is currently sleeping. You feel your heat tingling and pulsating, knowing you will be annoyed if you don't act upon your needs and urges. Fuck it. She's sleeping and she seemed out of it. You just hope you won't traumatize that kid.

"Fuck, okay but let's be quick and not waste time."

"You're the one who's been wasting time babe." Jungkook doesn't miss the chance to point out, already awaiting the glare that comes though you're already stripping yourself out of your sweatpants and shirt.

Jungkook eyes you hungrily, his own cock hardening at the sight of your breast peeking out of the bralette, until you tag it up and cover it. And you're about to ask him why isn't he taking off his clothes, as soon as you're done taking off yours just staying in your underwear, but Jungkook tugs you back onto the couch and makes you lay down.

He's not beating around the bush, sliding your panties down your legs and momentarily, you're embarrassed that he's not met with lace but with casual cotton panties. Though, he doesn't seem to mind and he just tosses them somewhere behind him, giving you a teasing smile before he spreads your legs and dives right in.

"Jesus Christ, Jeon," you curse, having a hard time controlling yourself when he sucks on your clit that's been anticipating any sort of touch and contact.

Your whole body stiffens but then relaxes, welcoming the pleasure Jungkook's hungry mouth so gladly gives you. You grunt through your closed mouth, his mouth covering your entire pussy as his tongue pushes against your entrance. You already see stars, eyes watering at how intense and quick all of it is. Bucking your hips into his face, Jungkook grunts against you, sending a different set of vibrations through your body. With your back arched, he holds you by your thighs, keeping them spread out for his face so he doesn't miss a spot.

"Kook," Not only do you sound needy, but there's something even more sexual about how quiet you're trying to keep yourself. "So good."

Jungkook doesn't answer though, even though his dirty mouth would have a lot to say for sure, but he remains occupied by bringing you pleasure and eventually bringing you to the wishful orgasm. It could be considered as embarrassing because it doesn't waste too long for you to reach the end, hand clasped over your mouth as your thighs shake and you start cumming. Jungkook laps at your juices, his mouth slowing down but not stopping entirely, not until he doesn't feel you clenching around nothing, your pussy wishing it was his cock instead.

He's already hard in his boxers, going down on you having that effect on him sometimes. There's just something about how vulnerable and needy you are when his mouth is on you.

Jungkook's hair is messy, lips glistening with your juices and the sight is not unfamiliar in any way. But you still make sure to give him a stare, chest heaving with harsh breaths as Jungkook hovers over you, already mid standing while you bring your lips together. He lets them locked for a short period of time, sending you a smirk.

"Wait up here."

And he's gone before you can even open your mouth. Propping yourself on your elbows, you look around the room still trying to catch your breath as you feel the breeze fanning over your wetness. Not having an orgasm for a few days or weeks really makes it feel like your first.

Jungkook is back though, taking off his shirt while he walks to the couch where he sits on his previous spot as he makes himself comfortable, sliding down his sweatpants to his ankles. He rips the foil package with his teeth, one hand already working on pulling out his cock out as you salivate. You get up in interest, seeing the thirst and lust coming right back as you watch Jungkook sliding down the condom on his hard cock, the vein popping under the skin.

He had to buy a new pack of condoms, considering the latest failure you experienced together.

You get on his lap with no words, Jungkook helping you as he positions his cockhead at your entrance, your hands grabbing his shoulders. Fuck, it's been a while since you rode him and you can't wait.

Feeling his tip at your entrance, you almost shake on your wobbly legs and if it weren't for Jungkook's big hands on your hips, maybe you would give up and fall down on him. Jungkook brings your lips together in a chaste kiss while you decide not to wait any longer, slowly sitting down. He goes to grab his cock with one hand, helping you in entering you. Your mouth drops open and a gasp leaves your mouth, your walls stretching.

"You're doing good," Jungkook says breathlessly, hands going back to your hips as he caresses your sides while you keep lowering yourself.

Apparently, Jungkook is one hungered man and doesn't know where to touch you first because as soon as your chest makes it into his view, he leans his head towards you and pushes your bralette down once again. He doesn't waste time wrapping his mouth around your breast, sucking your nipple and tracing his tongue around it which makes you let out a loud moan. Jungkook chuckles, clearly enjoying your slip up as you tell him to fuck off under your breath.

You don't let him fill you up to the brim though, the pressure of his cock making it harder for your walls to accommodate him. So you set your own pace, taking more of him with each drop of your hips until he's completely filling you up, his pelvic bone pressed against yours. You stay like that for a moment, trying to catch a breath while Jungkook starts kissing your neck all over again, occupying himself. It doesn't take long for you to snap out of it, buckling your hips into his as you roll them.

Jungkook watches you through hooded eyes, letting you lead as his chest heaves as soon as you start to ride him. His hands move to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart while you set up rather a fast pace. He squeezes the soft flesh, digging his fingers into them while you breathe loudly, trying to prevent yourself from moaning.

"Riding me so well," Jungkook whispers against your mouth, his own hips buckling into yours as you gasp but don't let it distract you, still keeping up your pace.

"Fuck," you groan, "Slap me."

Jungkook bites onto his lower lip, your foreheads touching while your lips keep rubbing against one another. "You want me to spank your pretty ass?"

"Yeah, do it." you tell him breathlessly, clenching around him as Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle. And then he delivers your wished spank, your walls clenching even more as Jungkook grunts.

And then he delivers another one, "My slut likes it rough?"

Oh, God have mercy.

"Fuck, Jungkook."

"I will take that as a yes," he chuckles, your breasts pressed against his chest while you keep feeling his defined abs against you, the muscles tensing with each movement.

He leans back to get a view of your face, as much as your fast pace lets him and he swears he could bust a nut right here and there. There's just something about your mouth open in full ecstasy, brows pinched together in an almost painful but lustful look. Your breasts bounce, your bralette wrapped around you beneath them. The sight is dirty and adds even more spice to this moment.

Your bodies are hot, sweat slowly but surely collecting on your skin while your bodies stay connected together, rubbing against one another that creates natural warmth.

"Fuck, I'm close." As if he didn't know.

He smirks, buckling his hips up as he meets you in the midway, your head spinning. It keeps getting harder to stay quiet and as your teeth clash together in an awkward manner, you kiss each other messily and hurriedly.

"You're gonna cum for me?" Jungkook breathes out, clashing your lips together again as you whine into his mouth.

He's everywhere. His cock is hitting you in long and harsh strokes, his hard chest brushing against yours while his hands keep your ass cheeks spread as he clutches them in his grasp. Skin slapping against each other, Jungkook presses you more into his balls when he's deep inside of you, bringing your head to spin as if you were about to faint and as you keep recklessly kissing each other, he delivers a final slap to your ass that leaves your skin tingling. And that's when you know it's the final line.

You're cumming around him, your body freezing completely as you let the marvelousness of orgasm dominate your entire body. But with your lack of movements, you're not robbed off your orgasm because Jungkook fucks you through it, thrusting into you. Eventually, your body falls on top of his, your head in the crook of his neck as you let him continue, despite the overstimulation that's starting to appear.

Jungkook's hard breathing echoes in the room and he presses himself into you as far as your body allows him, pushing you down onto him once again until he comes with a low grunt, the feral sound muffled as he harshly bites onto his bottom lip.

"Goddamnit," Jungkook breathes out, voice low and breathy as you straighten yourself, catching him with closed eyes and open mouth. He's breathing heavily, both of you are actually, but now he's the one that slowly calms down from the orgasm. "Can you imagine we wouldn't have decided to fuck?"

He chuckles when he sees your face, dumbfounded as you roll your eyes while you get off his lap. Fuck, you were messy. 

"We risked a lot," you remind him, trying to search for your panties as you put them on once you find them thrown at the end of the couch. "I would be surprised if we didn't wake her up."

"I'm gonna check on her," Jungkook waves you off, "What's life without little risk?" he shoots you a crooked smile as you shake your head, lips spreading into a similar grin as you throw his shirt at him.

"Put your dick away and go check the poor kid."

"Leave my dick alone." Jungkook grins, taking off the condom.

"When did you even buy new ones?" you ask, pointing at the condom full of his cum in his hands as he skillfully ties the knot at the end.

"I have my ways," Once again, you're met with a grin. "You didn't think I would deprive myself of sex, right?" he jokes and you scrunch your nose, not bothering to put more clothes on since you're in a desperate need of shower.

At least you've got your underwear on in case Haru would snatch the door open and see you half-naked.

"Whatever," you feign annoyance as you both grin at each other. "I'm gonna take a shower. You're sleeping in my bed, right?"

"Yeah," he scratches the back of his head before he tucks himself back into boxers, pulling up his sweatpants as well. "I'm sorry about that. She's stubborn sometimes."

"It's fine," you assure him with a smile, knowing Haru was very persistent about staying in your bed. Jungkook's bed is bigger anyways. It's better for him to stay with her in case she wakes up during the night, which wouldn't be surprising, especially if she sleeps in a new place. Even if she was here sometime, she was too little to remember. "I guess it runs in the family." you joke, turning around as you shoot a grin across your shoulder to Jungkook.

"Like you're one to talk!" he yells after you, silencing himself right after he realizes how loud he's been.

He watches your ass colored red by his hands, his own lips curving into a smirk. He shakes his head in amusement, quickly throwing out the condom into the bin before he checks on his niece. She's sleeping soundlessly, hasn't moved since she fell asleep and he breathes out in relief.

Well, the sex was worth the risks.

Jungwon and Sona arrive first thing in the morning, just like they promised. Luckily for you, you've had enough time to make yourself look more presentable, right after you found Jungkook desperately trying not to curse in front of the poor child while he wanted to do her pigtails.

"Fu--fine, I can't seem to know how to do this." He said as soon as he spotted you coming to the kitchen rubbing your eyes making you pause at the sight of Haru sitting on the chair, with Jungkook behind her with a kids hairbrush in his hands.

You helped him of course, noticing Haru eating her breakfast looking completely fresh, already wearing her clothes for the day.

The couple looks just as fresh, enveloping Haru in the biggest hug. "Mommy! Daddy!" she yells, both you and Jungkook watching their family interaction as you coo at her.

"Hey, our little tiger. Did you have fun with Kookie and Y/N?" Jungwon asks her, crouching down to his daughter's level as she nods, turning to you and Jungkook.

She suddenly runs towards both of you, hugging your legs. "We played!"

Jungkook takes her up into her arms when she taps his thighs a few times, understanding her wishes while Sona thanks both of you for looking after her, gushing how much fun they had and the restaurant Jungwon picked out has amazing food.

"Thanks, Kook-ah again. We really had time for ourselves for a moment. I'm working most of the time and we don't want to bother mom and dad whenever we could potentially go out," Jungwon explains, looking at you as well once he says it as he shows nothing but gratitude. "You guys helped a lot. Thank you Y/N for babysitting. I know Jungkook must have dragged you into it."

You laugh, Jungkook frowning as he stares at his older brother in betrayal, scoffing a little. "Hyung, Y/N can't be dragged into something she doesn't want to do."

"Hey, that's not true!" you exclaim, Sona laughing while Jungwon grins in amusement as Jungkook stares down at you, Haru still in his arms as she giggles but probably has no idea what you all are talking about. She just sees everyone laughing so she joins, suddenly too preoccupied with Jungkook's brow piercing.

"Yes, it is--Haru baby that's not for playing." he almost hisses when Haru clumsily traces her little fingers against his piercing, touching it rather harshly as Sona quickly goes to grab her.

"You can't have that when you have babies around." Jungwon points out amusingly, your stomach dropping what his words imply.

Obviously, he doesn't know what Jungkook has been through at least you think so because Jungkook has never mentioned about telling anyone else. And surely, even if he has, Jungwon wouldn't say it just bluntly. Even though what he says is just a mention of babies, it doesn't imply anything too close to Jungkook's situation.

You glance at Jungkook, finding him shocked for a moment until he breaks a faint smile.

"Honey, Jungkook doesn't have babies or kids around him all the time." Sona retorts, Haru hugging her as her words dig even deeper to your chest.

"I don't," Jungkook says, offering another smile that doesn't reach his eyes and thankfully, the two other adults haven't noticed the shift in Jungkook's behavior. "Do you guys wanna stay for a little longer or?"

"Oh, no thank you! We are actually going to the sea world we promised Haru, right? Are you excited to see fishes?" she asks Haru, averting her attention to her daughter who excitedly shouts "Yes! Fishes! Let's go!" which makes everyone laugh.

Another round of gratitude soon follows as you accompany them to the front door, bidding goodbye to Haru who seems to be sad to be saying goodbye to her uncle. She even hugs you and kisses you on your lips, making you coo at her as you promise to visit her some day. That seems to lift up her mood from the sudden soreness, of course with Jungkook's help as he promises to come to Busan and bring you with him as well.

Jungwon hugs his brother, even giving you a hug before they are all gone and you're met with silence.

"I'm fine," he says automatically, surprising you as he turns to look at you.

Your mouth is open but all you can do is to stare at him in shock.

"They don't know, it's fine," You probably don't realize it, but you're looking at him skeptically which makes him break a smile as he walks up to you, grabbing your face gently. "I'm fine. I'm not a fragile doll." he assures you and you smile back, giving him a nod.

"I know you're not," you murmur, "I'm sorry if I made you feel weird."

"You did not," Jungkook chuckles, "One day, maybe I will have a baby around me or kids. I don't want to think about what could've been, you know?" he proposes with a smile.

"No, I get that, yeah absolutely. You're right."

"Good," he says, letting go of your face. "Jimin texted me, they want to go bowling. You in?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

You smile, the pressure on your chest dissolving because Jungkook is fine.

"Oh, come on!" You and Taehyung whine loudly when Jungkook hits yet another strike, officially making him the winner while he turns around proudly and confidently, his arms outstretched.

Jimin laughs at you and Taehyung, covering his mouth when he sees your defeated looks.

"This is bullshit," you mutter and Taehyung agrees immediately, nodding next to you. "Are we surprised? Of course he would win."

Jungkook walks past you but not before he teasingly leans down to you, "Baby, don't be a sore loser." he snickers and you elbow him in the hip annoyingly, clicking your tongue at him while he throws his head back, laughing while he walks up to the table and takes a swig of his drink.

Taehyung amusingly watches the interaction, though he couldn't hear what Jungkook told you but that doesn't stop him from sending you a wink as you roll your eyes at him. Surprisingly, he hasn't told Jimin about you two, so he's pretty much clueless.

However, as soon as you met up with Jimin, he knew his secret had been spilled and there's no way of denying a new person in his life.

"You guys know." He had stated as soon as he caught you and Jungkook, looking at him with tiny smiles. He managed to glare at Taehyung but he just stayed unbothered, offered him a shrug.

You admitted that yes, you two know about it indeed.

Not wanting to talk about it any further, knowing he isn't feeling very comfortable discussing it, you've moved on and began your evening.

"How's the project going? You haven't started yet, right?" Jimin asks Jungkook, glancing at you as all of you sit down at the table to take a short break before you start another game.

"Ah, no not yet," Jungkook says as he gulps down his drink, "We should be starting next week? No?"

"Yeah, that's the plan." you confirm, sitting down next to Taehyung who offers you snacks and you gladly take it from him.

"How's the girl? What was her name? The one you're helping."

"Ester," Jungkook chuckles at Jimin's confusion who just waves his hand off, smiling a little. "She's been joining me on a few shoots, she is really talented but I think she needs a little push. She doesn't really believe in herself, so I hope this job opportunity will change that."

"Yeah, you've shown me her work. She takes nice pictures," Jimin agrees, "Are you guys friends?"

Jungkook's brows shoot up, a little surprised by the question and he kind of assumes Jimin is going to smile teasingly at him, but he's met with curious eyes and a genuine causal question. "Uhh, yeah? I guess. I mean, yeah. She's cool."

"You should've invited her. I remember you telling me she doesn't have many friends."

You snap your head towards Jimin. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Jimin chuckles, shrugging. "She's a nice person. She could have joined us."

"She's Jungkook's friend." you point out, Jimin giving you a pointed look.

"Exactly," he deadpans and Taehyung clears his throat next to you.

"I mean what Y/N wants to say is... what do you want to say?" he whispers the question next to you and you roll your eyes.

"Nothing!" you exclaim, "I'm not against inviting her or something, if that's what Jungkook wants. I was just asking why we should invite her. We don't usually invite any other people." you point out and they all know you've got a point.

Taehyung has other friends, maybe not as close as the three of you are but he has other friends. So does Jimin and Jungkook as well. You do too but none of you just randomly invite them.

"It was just a suggestion," Jimin chuckles, giving you a look. "Kook said she doesn't have a lot of friends. I feel bad."

"I'm not sure if she would go," Jungkook decides to say, "She's kinda shy and she needs to warm up to people."

"I can warm her up if she wants," Taehyung chirps and you roll your eyes. "You should've invited your girl, Jimin." Taehyung proposes and Jimin looks away, completely ignoring Taehyung's proposition as you snort.

"What? You don't want her to meet us?" you ask, laughing in amusement as Jimin's cheeks burn and he shifts uncomfortably in his spot. A soft smile plays on Jungkook's lips but he hides it behind the rim of his glass.

"No... it's not like that..."

"Mhm," Taehyung purses his lips, "Well, you kept her a secret for a reason."

It sounds like a jab, though all of you know Taehyung and his big mouth. It's your turn to shift on your spot as you glance at Jimin who frowns at Taehyung, but the younger one just shrugs.

"I--you guys can be intimidating sometimes!" Jimin exclaims all of a sudden.

"Excuse us?" you gasp, "We are not!"

Jimin slouches his shoulders as he sighs, rubbing his eyes. "It's still fresh and I've never done this before, so I'm sorry if I'm taking my time."

"Man, don't apologize. Everyone's got a different pace. It's totally fine if you don't want her to hang out with us just yet." Jungkook butts in, hand squeezing Jimin's shoulder as he glances at him appreciatively.

"I mean... Jungkook is right," you tell him, "But we are happy for you."

Jimin smiles appreciatively once again. "Ah, it's just so weird," He touches the back of his neck frustratedly. "Who would have thought I'm gonna have a girlfriend, right?" he chuckles sheepishly, you and Jungkook share an amused smile.

You barely get to see Jimin flustered and the fact he's so shy all of a sudden, Park Jimin who's been fucking around since you can remember, just proves that he moved to another stage in his life.

"Not me," Taehyung mutters, "But yeah... if that's what you want Jimin. I can't relate but we are happy for you." he adds, tone genuine as he gives Jimin a gentle smile.

You smile at Taehyung, leaning your head against his shoulder while Jungkook pats Jimin on the back, grinning from ear to ear when noticing his friend's flushed face.

"Those two are something else," you say in the midst of already taking off your shoes as Jungkook shuts the front door.

Things between Jimin and Taehyung haven't been anything serious in the first place, though after the last conversation where Jimin had finally talked about his girlfriend and the newfound relationship, he's been more at ease. Taehyung's previous behavior had been nothing but just his typical personality shining through and even though he had acted like a drama queen, offended Jimin has a girlfriend out of nowhere. In your own twisted way, you understand him. Well, they have been fucking around for a long time – it was what connected them even more, the same interests and life-style.

Taehyung can't grasp the point of having a relationship, especially if he was sure Jimin isn't looking for one and didn't peg him as the type to have one. Like Jimin admitted, it happened. Taehyung can't relate and seems repulsed to even think about ending up similarly like Jimin.

"I wonder why we haven't been kicked out of the place." you mutter, sighing once your feet are free of shoes as Jungkook snorts.

You're right. They've been having a few beers, bonding together while you had to play another game. A game that's been apparently paid for because they had decided you'll do three rounds. You protested, of course. Not because you don't like bowling because you do like it, it's actually very often an activity you as a group do. But what's the point of playing it when Jungkook humbled your competitive asses in the first round?

They called you a sore loser – honestly, you just like a fair game and that's not possible if your dearest best friend is fucking good at bowling too.

"I'll go easy on you." Jungkook told you once he saw your not so enthusiastic face.

He never does, that's what you told him back.

He shot you a smirk, once Jimin and Taehyung weren't paying attention and he delivered a very subtle smack to your ass. It humbled you and you ended up playing the last round with already tipsy Jimin and Taehyung.

In the end, Jungkook had let you win. No matter how many times he tried to play innocent, there's no way a good player like him suddenly ended up in last place. You exchanged looks, Jungkook's lips curving into a grin that has told you everything you already knew.

"Have you seen Jimin though?" Jungkook asks, both of you walking further down the apartment as the scent of Jungkook's home welcomes you. "He was glowing when he was talking about his girlfriend," he grins, you playfully rolling your eyes in Jungkook's teasing grin.

He's right though.

"I've never seen him look like that," he admits with a chuckle, walking to the kitchen as you follow him. "Glass of wine?"

"Yes, please."

"Red or white?"

"Red."

Jungkook opens the fridge, shooting you a look across his shoulder as you sit down, sending him a sheepish grin as he knowingly pulls out your favorite wine. You're not the type to drink wine often, you don't like its sour and bitter taste but Jungkook once bought a wine that tastes like anything you've ever drank before. It's not cheap though, neither expensive but expensive enough for its slim and tall bottle that fills only four glasses.

However, Jungkook pulls it out without any words and grabs two glasses along the way. Sitting on the bar stool with him standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island, he opens the bottle and pours you both a glass.

You thank him, immediately tasting the sweet red liquid as you let it linger on your tongue for a few seconds before you swallow it down.

"Don't tease Jimin," you tell him, going back to your previous topic as Jungkook only grins again as he shrugs. "I find it cute. He really must like her."

"His eyes literally shined when he was talking about her. And Jimin, and shy?" Jungkook cackles as you laugh, knowing exactly what he's referring to because you witnessed it.

"Oh, don't tease him," you snort, "You looked like a love sick puppy when you found yourself a girlfriend."

Jungkook purses his lips but still grins. He knows everyone out of your group could tell he's in love. He looked like a teenager who had found his first love.

"Ah, don't remind me." he shuts his eyes in embarrassment as he laughs, you joining him.

"You were like... ten times Jimin."

"Yah," he scolds you but still keeps laughing. "I was really going through it, alright?"

You hum, taking another sip while a moment of silence passes until it's interrupted by your phone ringing. Pulling it out of the pocket, you notice it's Maya and your brows raise up in a mere surprise. She never calls you until she wants to hang out, she usually texts and it's always during the day not in the evening.

Jungkook questionably looks at you, causing you to say Maya's name until you accept the call, barely having enough time to greet her before her cheerful velvety voice reaches your ears.

"Hey girl," she chirps, "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"No, we actually just came back from bowling."

"Wuuu, you guys were on a date?"

You know she's teasing, it's practically all laced in her voice and sometimes you wonder if she's not very similar to Taehyung in this – in some things, she's a woman version of him.

Eyes flickering to Jungkook, you wonder if he could hear it but he seems to be clueless, drinking the rest of his wine as you clear your throat.

"No," you say matter-of-factly with an edge to your voice which makes Maya chuckle. "Jimin and Taehyung were there too. It was us friends hanging out."

She cackles at the tone of your voice. "Damn, and you guys didn't invite us?"

Her voice is light, cheerful as most of the time you get to hear it and you know there's nothing bitter behind her words. Still, it makes you feel bad for not thinking about inviting them too. Namjoon hangs out with the guys often, you don't see him as much but technically, he could be considered as your friend as well. Hanging out with Maya, so you're not the only woman could be a nice change for a while. Not that you mind it though.

"I–uh–sorry, that didn't cross my mind, I'll make sure we invite you next time."

A laugh rings in your ear as she lets you know it's okay. "I'm just teasing, we were busy anyway. If you know what I mean." she muses with a low tone as you feel your cheeks warm up for some reason.

"Where is Namjoon?" you ask, trying to play it cool as she catches up to your intention as she tries to stifle a laugh.

"In the shower."

"Oh... why didn't you join him then?" you ask, your question catching Jungkook's eyes as he frowns in confusion, probably wondering what the hell you're talking about with Namjoon's girlfriend.

"I went first. I'm not capable of round two. Fuck, I can't literally feel my legs."

You snort, "That good?"

"You can't imagine,"

You giggle, covering your mouth at her blunt words.

"We're actually going on a late date night but we got busy."

"Oh god." you snort, hearing Maya's laugh.

"We got distracted!" she exclaims as if that was any better which makes you laugh even more. "Haven't you and Jungkook ever fucked when you were supposed to go somewhere?"

"Maya." you hiss at her through the phone, tone still light as she apologizes through her giggles.

"Don't worry, Joon doesn't hear. He's still taking a shower and thinks he can sing."

Looking at Jungkook, you see him staring right back at you with the same confused frown and for some reason you pray he couldn't hear Maya's bubbly and loud voice on the other line. Maya hums, expectedly waiting for your answer as you clear your throat.

"We have." you admit by muttering.

"I knew it!" she yells in your ear, causing you to cringe as Jungkook mouths to you he's going to take a shower while you talk to Maya. "But I actually called you to ask you what you're doing next weekend? They have called from the salon and they want me to come pick out the wedding dress. I know it's kinda short notice but they're so busy and I was actually surprised they gave me such an early date."

You already promised her you'll go with her, since she doesn't have a lot of friends to go with in the first place and it's kind of your honor to be a part of that. You appreciate it, even more when you realize you haven't been friends for that long but Maya already trusts you and wants to be your friend. You've become very close in a short period of time, not that the time matters but it's not very usual to find such a good friend so quickly. It's hard to believe Maya, a literal social butterfly, doesn't have a lot of friends here in Seoul. But it does make sense – your paths have been very similar.

Both busy with your jobs to find more female friends.

"Don't worry about it, I don't have any plans." you assure her, smiling when she squeals and beams how much fun you're going to have until she's cut short, explaining Namjoon is out of the shower and they're already late for their reservation.

You bid goodbye with her, confirming your plans for the next weekend for the last time before you hang up and make your way to the bathroom to take a shower too once Jungkook's out of there, already in his room where you can't see him but you hear him rummaging through his drawers.

Your shower is quick, grabbing your two abandoned glasses where you pour the rest of the wine and bring it to Jungkook's bedroom. He already lays in his bed, though not hiding under his covers as he just rests on top of it with his boxers only with raven hair still wet from the shower. You have to take a deep breath as he glances from his phone to look at you while you give him a soft smile, joining him on the bed as you hand him the wine.

"Sorry, Maya and I are going to pick her wedding dress next weekend, she just wanted to ask me if I'm free."

Jungkook smiles, taking a sip of the fine wine even though he had already brushed his teeth but doesn't tell you that. "All good," he assures you, setting the glass down on the nightstand. "You were acting weird when she called you." he notes and you take the moment of silence to gulp down the wine as you hand him your empty glass, so he can put it down.

"Yeah, you know her," you giggle a little bit too nervous for your liking. "She has a way over words sometimes."

"Sounds familiar," he teases, causing you to roll your eyes at his grin. "You already have secrets with her?"

It doesn't sound suspicious or anything negative, he's just amusingly asking you once he sees your slightly flustered face. Of course he caught onto your weird behavior. Jungkook is very attentive and knows you like his own shoes, plus you weren't very good at hiding your reactions to Maya's blunt and teasing assumptions.

"I..." you gulp, nibbling on your bottom lip for a moment. Now is a good time to spill the beans, considering Jungkook has a right to know about Maya knowing your little discrete secret that only Taehyung knows so far. "Maya knows about us hooking up."

Jungkook's brow shoots up slightly after your revelation which for some reason makes you nervous. "Are you mad?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Why would I be? She's your friend. I'm glad you get along with her." he shrugs and you simply stare, feeling like the weight off your chest is gone just like that.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean I don't want to plaster a sign on my forehead that says 'Hey I'm fucking my best friend in private' but I'm okay with it. I don't really care if she knows or not. It's just a matter of time before Jimin knows too but it's nobody's business but ours."

"You're right," you nod, "Maya promised me she's not gonna tell Namjoon."

At that, Jungkook snorts a little and you frown in confusion as he explains; "Do you really think she's not gonna tell herboyfriend? Come on..."

"Why not? Couples don't tell each other everything."

"That could be true but I'm pretty sure she will spill it out one way or another, accidently or not."

You frown, lips pouting in a thought as Jungkook smiles.

"Don't look so damned."

"I am!" you exclaim, both of you laughing. "There's still a possibility she won't say a word." you note and Jungkook hides a smile.

"Mhm."

He doesn't sound convinced at all but you decide to drop the topic down. What's the point of dwelling on it longer than necessary? She knows and Jungkook is fine with it, which actually calms you down a lot.

"Is that my shirt?"

Glancing down at your torso you notice that yes, you're indeed wearing one of Jungkook's old shirts. He gave it to you some time ago since you always used to wear it once you slept over and had nothing to wear to bed. Somehow it ended up being your shirt, though he never officially gave it to you. It was more like "oh here's your shirt" whenever you were about to take a shower and asked him for something to wear.

"It's no longer yours." you muse, grinning as Jungkook mirrors your expression, slowly shaking his head at you as he looks down with eyes scrunched and toothy grin.

You take everything in your power not to ogle him but it's hard not to – especially if he's only in his boxers, abs and muscles on full display along with his toned buffed chest and tattooed right arm that adds just the right spice to his look. He looks completely natural, yet it's completely enough to knock the breath out of you.

"Hm, really?" Jungkook hums, sitting more upward as he makes himself more comfortable against the headboard while you give him a confident nod in return. Lips twitching, he shrugs. "Looks better on you anyway."

Your heart squeezes at the subtle compliment that gets out of his mouth so freely, almost as if he didn't just give you a compliment in the first place. It's the tiny comments like this that makes your heart combust and again, you're reminded how Jungkook is naturally good with his words. He's not the annoying type that makes you cringe or awkwardly laugh to yourself – it's the complete opposite.

"I know." you tell him, not trying to show how flustered he makes you with a single sentence.

Confidence is the key. Though, you're not sure if his shirt looks better on you therefore you don't really trust his words. Everything looks better on him – the shirt that is oversized on you looks perfect on him even though the material is starting to get washed off.

"Come here." he motions at you with his finger, your eyes filled with curiosity while you listen to him and get closer.

Once you're close enough, he cups your face and delivers a single kiss to your half-open mouth as you stare at him in surprise. "What was that for?"

"You know how I always get what I want?" he asks confidently, mouth hovering over your throat as he delivers another kiss to your jaw and neck causing you to sigh in content.

You're too comfortable to focus on the fact there's obviously something more behind his actions but for now, you don't care and just enjoy his soft lips against your skin.

"So do I." you breathe out, closing your eyes once he grazes his teeth against your jaw. Fuck.

And then he playfully asks; "You think?"

"I know." you comment smartly, his hot breath fanning your skin for a moment.

Jungkook sits upright, inching closer to you until he places his hands over your shoulders and gently pushes you down until you're laying on your back, him hovering over you as you stare at him with big curious eyes. Does he want to have sex right now? You both just came out of the shower. It might seem as if you don't want it but that's far from the truth. Jungkook can get you in the mood with a snap of his fingers – as embarrassing as it is to admit it.

He gropes your breasts, gently and with utmost care, squeezing them which makes a breathy and shaken gasp rip out of your mouth. He locates your nipple through the thin material, pinching it slightly and you gasp again at the slight pain and pleasure.

"You think you're slick, hm?" he mutters, doing the same with your other breast while your hands find their way to his hair as you tug on them. Back arched, you crave for his mouth as you try to press yourself to his body. He's warm and firm.

"What are you talking about?" It comes out shaky and breathy yet again, even more now that he sneaks his hand under your shirt and finally envelopes your breast with his big hand.

"Tell me," he says simply, kissing you and you quickly kiss him back, whining when he pulls away and refuses to deepen the kiss. "Tell me what you're so obviously hiding from me."

"What?" you whisper, wincing when he pinches your nipple way harder than before.

"We said we're gonna be honest with each other, yet you refuse to tell me what you want to try in bed so badly,"

You tense right away, your clouded mind clearing as soon as his words get to you and you snap your eyes open, finding him already staring at you but he still hovers over you powerfully.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Why are you so persistent about this?" you ask, voice close to annoyed as you frown while Jungkook searches your face with his big and dark eyes.

"Why are you so persistent in not telling me?" he asks in return and you groan in annoyance which earns you a deep chuckle from him.

"Because it's stupid and we can't do it."

"Why not?" he asks right away, gently pushing you back onto the mattress when you're already trying to escape him by sitting up.

Your back hits the mattress effortlessly and you're in a war between pushing him away or focusing on the butterflies you feel under his dark gaze.

"I won't know until you tell me,"

You know he's right.

If you were in his place, you'd try to get him to talk – even if it's simply out of curiosity if nothing else. But saying the truth to him is just embarrassing because you know you're not in a position to ask him something like that. Not mentioning it just doesn't make sense and you really can't do it without risking more than you already are.

You're annoyed at yourself that you wish to try this with him out of all people. You've always been very cautious when it comes down to this topic.

"Come on, I want you to enjoy sex as much as I do."

Sighing, you sit up and gently push him away from you. He complies, lets you sit up but he doesn't move any further, still adamant to get this out of you.

"I enjoy it. What makes you think I don't?"

"I'm not saying you aren't. Everyone enjoys sex with me," he jokes, causing you to roll your eyes at his playfulness. "There's clearly something you want to try and I'm willing to listen."

"Jungkook, drop it." you say with a stern tone but Jungkook doesn't back down so easily as he cocks his brow at you in challenge. "It's just not something we can do. The end."

"Now I'm even more curious," You groan loudly, causing his lips to twitch. "Do you want me to fuck your ass or something? Because I'm down."

Your cheeks burn immediately and you gape at him. "No!"

"Don't look so scandalized." Jungkook scolds you, already enjoying your horrified expression. You could see his subtle smirk from miles away.

Stubbornly, you avoid Jungkook's gaze as you cross your arms over your chest, looking around Jungkook's room. You're seconds away from running away like the coward you feel like, embarrassed that you're close to admitting Jungkook one of your deepest desires.

"On all fours. Now."

You face him, your neck almost getting a cramp from how quickly you do that. "Wha–"

"Did I stutter?" he asks, plainly and simply causing you to gulp at the sudden change of demeanor.

"No–"

"Then get to work."

You eye him, the rush of excitement already bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you slowly move to turn around. But your knees barely touch the mattress before Jungkook grabs you by your waist and helps you get to his wishful position rather impatiently. He presses his hand on your back, causing your ass to be in the air while the side of your face is pressed against his sheets.

He doesn't waste any time to hook his fingers under your panties and pull them down. Impatiently and harshly as he's not exactly gentle when he tries to get them over your knees.

"Shit." you curse as soon as you feel his fingers rubbing your sex, wetness already pooling at your entrance as he smears it up and down.

He spreads your legs wider and before you can take another deep breath, his mouth is already on your clit. His mouth moves skilfully, tasting you on his tongue while you gasp into his sheets. He eats you out, listening to your silenced moans with your knuckles turning white from how hard you're gripping onto his fresh sheets. The sounds of his mouth and the wetness between your legs, both from your arousal and his saliva, are so dirty and you already feel yourself tipping over the edge.

But then Jungkook pulls away, delivering a sweet kiss to your ass cheek. "Still don't want to tell me?"

Oh, this little--

"No, I'm good."

Jungkook chuckles behind you and then spreads your cheeks apart, enveloping your wetness with his mouth once again.

You know what this is about. You're sure this is his punishment, he's going to rob you off your orgasm every time it comes and fuck, he knows when it comes. You can't fool him but it feels too good to end this.

He flicks his tongue over your clit quickly and you gasp loudly, cursing as you feel yourself getting close already. He pulls away for a moment, licking from your clit to your entrance and just when you think he's going to pull away again, he continues down to your puckered hole. He gathers your wetness and his saliva there, moving his tongue around the hole while he adds the slightest pressure. You tense, wondering if he knows what he's doing because he has never done this before.

He must feel you tense because he stops, but you still feel his breath there. "Trust me." Is all he says and then he continues.

It feels... new. You've never felt this kind of pleasure before and you can't say it feels bad. Definitely not bad. Despite the fact he's literally licking your ass-hole, it feels good.

And then he eats you out there, his moves getting rougher and more brave now that he knows you're enjoying it. Still, he asks you if it feels good.

"Yes." you answer shamelessly, whispering at how fucked out you already feel and you haven't even came yet.

He continues, eating out your puckered hole as his hands keep your asscheeks apart, hands squeezing your flesh. That's until he suddenly enters your cunt with two fingers, mouth still on your other hole and you swear you see stars. He fucks you with his fingers while his mouth works on your hole.

"Tell me." he grunts into your flesh and you cry out, too close to the orgasm.

"I will." you cry out a promise, ass getting into the air ass Jungkook keeps you down with his other hand.

"Oh, you will."

And then he continues until the knot snaps inside you and you're cumming all over his fingers, moaning his name over and over again but you don't even realize it as you're going through your own ecstasy.

As soon as you're done, Jungkook gently pulls out his fingers and mouth off you as you drop down onto your back like a sack of potatoes. Your breathing is heavy, chest heaving as you stare at the ceiling until your eyes drop to Jungkook who watches you with a smirk.

"I hate you."

"You don't." he comments right away, licking his glistening lips.

"I can't believe you just did that."

"Did you like it?"

Did you like it? Why the hell is he asking you that? You haven't had sex for some time and your orgasms tend to be more intense the longer you go without one, but fuck, this was something new and it completely blew your mind.

"No." you tell him with an amused grin, Jungkook chuckling as he hovers over you.

You tense, only because you already feel yourself clenching. You still want him inside you but first, you need to catch a breath.

He leans down and just as he's about to kiss you, you turn your head sideways because you panic. Jungkook frowns and you feel bad for rejecting him.

"You literally made out with my ass just seconds ago."

"Yah!" Jungkook's frown deepens. "You kiss me after you suck my cock."

"But you don't shit with your cock."

Jungkook cringes, "No, I just piss with it."

"Ew," you cringe back, "I'm not giving you head again."

"You're full of shit,"

You grin, knowing he's probably right.

"You like having my cock in your mouth."

"I do?" you hum, shamelessly letting your hands brush against his big and firm chest.

When he leans down to you, you expect him to kiss you or something but his mouth brushes over earlobe. "Mhm, just as much as I love eating out your little and pretty cunt."

"Jungkook." you exclaim and he shoots you a smirk as he sits down.

"So, now spit it out." He goes straight to the topic and you sit up, cringing at the wetness between your legs as Jungkook hands you your panties that are hooked on his one finger.

You snatch it away from him and sheepishly put them on. "Do I really–"

"Yes."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter under your breath, "I told you we can't do it, so what's the point?"

"Let me have a say in that too." he offers and patiently sits back, waiting for you to continue.

"I... oh, god... I never really had–" You cut yourself off, wondering what's the best way to explain it and Jungkook cocks his brow at you.

"Never had what?"

"You know I had sex with two other people apart from you."

"Yes." he answers, sounding unsure where this is going.

"But you know... I'm responsible and safe,"

You look at Jungkook and catch the realization slowly hitting him from that one word but he still lets you continue.

"In fact it's stupid and nothing..." you chuckle nervously, "I was just wondering how sex feels like when--you know--how it feels like without a condom."

Cringing at yourself, you feel your face burning once again as Jungkook simply watches you which doesn't make things easier at all for you.

"I told you it's stupid." you huff and Jungkook finally breaks, chuckling at you.

"It's not stupid," he assures you, "You want to have raw sex?"

"Isn't that what I just said?" you grumble at him and he knows you're just embarrassed at the moment which amuses him to a certain extent.

"It feels fucking great." Jungkook answers, ignoring your previous bitter remark.

Fuck. You've never experienced it but you heard it does feel way better. The thought makes you gulp as you quickly avert your eyes to your hands as you shrug.

"But it's stupid and I'd never ask that of you. It'd be irresponsible of us to have sex without a condom."

"It would be a risk..." he nods, "But you're on birth control, right?"

Your eyes widen as you nod slowly. "Uh, yeah. But it's not 100 percent." you remind him.

"Of course, I know that. Nothing is 100 percent. The only way to avoid the risk is not to have sex at all."

"Yeah," you agree, "But you know, I'm taking pills and you wear a condom so I think we're very safe..."

He stays quiet which makes the silence even more awkward.

"But I'd never ask that of you, like I said before. We--it would be stupid of us to do that. Can you imagine if--" You shake your head but judging by Jungkook's stare, he knows where you were going with it.

"Let me think about it, yeah?" he proposes and once again, your eyes widen.

"You--you don't really consider it, right?"

"I just need to think it over, okay?"

"Kook, you don't have to... I told you--"

"You want it," he cuts you off, lips slightly twitching. "I can see it."

You simply wouldn't ask him of that just for one reason and that is, that Kiko got pregnant even though she was on birth control. If things were different, you'd allow yourself to be more irresponsible but you feel like you already are pushing a lot of buttons by hooking up with Jungkook. It's hitting too close to home and it doesn't feel right. And the fact Jungkook is willing to think it over – you've no idea what to think about it.

"I mean... I'm just curious but the sex is fine as it is. I don't want you to feel like you have to do it. I'm not sure if I want to."

You do want it. You're just not sure if it will be a wise decision. Maybe you're overthinking this whole thing but you can't risk getting pregnant by your best friend. It would definitely ruin things. Just the thought of it makes you fucking scared.

"Don't worry about it right now, okay?" He offers you a smile, standing up as he stretches his arms. "Thanks for telling me."

"It's not like you gave me a choice." you mutter and Jungkook sends you a playful glare.

"Hey, I gave you an orgasm in return and from what I've seen it was mind blowing."

"Yeah, yeah. And who's full of shit now." Standing up, you brush past him with your lips pursed as Jungkook slaps your ass, causing you to flash him a glare as you walk out of his bedroom.

Weirdly, you feel lighter than before and at the end, Jungkook knowing your secret desire isn't as awkward as you were so scared of.

[strawberrynightmare]

Making hot chocolate for Mikey, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Koko & Sanzu

Content warning: Let me know if there's anything, just fluff

Mikey

It was routine at this point. Mikey rarely misses an opportunity to come to your place. Then the two of you would rot on the bed/couch and eat mostly unhealthy snacks while talking about nothing. And you would call it “quality bonding time”.

You can’t even tell for 100% sure whether it was a good thing to introduce your special hot chocolate to him or not. He loved it, but demanded it quite often. You even tried to teach him the recipe but he always managed to mess something up.

At this point, you just accepted your fate, but you made him go shopping for you in return. Even if you were somewhat aware that it was most likely someone else who did his job. 

He especially likes to drink it during evenings. His mood instantly improves thanks to it, it makes him sleepy and clingy as his brain turns into mush almost entirely. That being said, of course it’s one of the best ways to get him to calm down, even though it requires specific conditions to be met.

It’s a double-edged sword, though.

Imagine that during one of those peaceful times, his phone rings. And keeps ringing, and keeps ringing. And he’s pulled from his hazy, half-conscious state with immediate dark clouds surrounding his head. 

He picks it up only to hear about a sudden fight with a rival gang which suddenly occurred.

Those poor delinquents better pray because Mikey is fucking pissed.

Several gang members will have to pull him away from the enemy leader because he’s making sure they won’t be able to leave the hospital for at least a good month.

He comes back to you one to a few hours later, all covered in blood and with skin torn on his knuckles. He takes a shower and changes into pyjamas before laying back on the couch and demanding another hot chocolate as if nothing happened in the first place.

Chifuyu

Your boyfriend hugs you from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder. His curious eyes remind you of those of a cat. His mouth soundlessly forms an “o” shape and he nods his head in understanding when you put some pieces of chocolate bar into the mug. 

You can’t resist the urge to put one into his spread lips and he doesn’t complain either. 

“So this is how you make it taste so good.”

“Yup, the chocolate melts and makes the flavour richer, although it also increases the amount of calories. I guess one is connected to the other.”

“I burn a lot of them either way so no worries.” He licked his lips off the remnants of the chocolate. “It smells like heaven.”

“I know right? This is why I choose this particular brand.”

He barely waited a moment for it to cool off before having a taste. Good thing you predicted it first and took countermeasures.

You made yourself comfortable on his bed, reaching for the newest volume of a manga the two of you were reading together.

“Don’t you dare start without me, y/n. It was so hard to avoid all of the spoilers online, it felt like walking on landmines!”

Purely out of spite, you lay on your belly and open the book which earns you screams of protests from your boyfriend. He wastes no time getting on top of you and trying to snatch it from your hands so you hold it just out of his reach. You then roll on your back and he falls softly on the bed right next to you before you both burst out in laughter and reach for your mugs.

You then sat cross-legged on his bed with the manga in your hands. He hugged you from behind and put his chin on your shoulder. Both of you began to read, sometimes laughing together, sometimes commenting or clearing out any doubts and recalling past volumes. All of this while drinking the delicious hot chocolate. Such moments with Chifuyu truly are precious <3

Mitsuya

Since your boyfriend always insists on cooking meals for you, it’s only right for you to make the dessert. Seriously, you don’t even know why you let him do it for you. Each time you try to bring it up and try to convey that he doesn’t have to do that, you get knocked out with stuff like “I like to cook for you though”, “it’s much healthier and more affordable” and the one which always leaves you in a lost position: “You don’t like my cooking?”

Half-dead, you fall to the floor while coughing metaphorical blood as he hums a gentle melody and proceeds to head towards the kitchen to make some food. It was truly a battle lost the moment it began. So you gave up.

Making him hot chocolate was the least you could do for him. He didn’t even protest and let you have your fun the first time you decided to. 

That night, his little sisters were in their beds already. You were watching a somewhat boring movie together and you soon fell asleep on his lap. He glanced at you warmly and shook his head at the chocolate stains left on your mouth. He licked a tissue and began to rub your face like mothers do to their kids except gentler. Thankfully you didn’t wake up.

…Which reminded him that he had yet to drink his own. Sorry, love - he thought before raising the mug to his lips without expecting much. His eyes returned to the screen and then widened in shock upon the taste. Later that week, he tried making it himself, but it didn’t taste half as good as yours. That’s when he decided to get the recipe from you.

***

“Are you sure you want to stand here?”

“Yes love,” he replied seriously with his hands resting on the kitchen counter and his eyes following your movements like those of a hawk.

“Wouldn’t you rather sit over there? I’ll be done in-”

“No need, love,” he gently put his hands on your waist and placed a kiss on your arm.

You raised a brow, but shrugged before pouring some hot water over a mix made of chocolate and powdered cocoa. You then stirred well and took condensed milk out of the fridge. Poured some into the drink. Put it back. Then stirred again before adding the marshmallows.

Mitsuya was taking mental notes the whole time. 

“Wouldn’t you rather use boiled milk for it?” He finally asked.

“That’s too much of a hassle. Besides, there’s only some needed for it to taste good. Plus, milk or coffee cream from the fridge cools down the temperature. Thanks to that, it’s ready to drink almost immediately.”

You gave him his own mug and both of you headed towards your seats and settled into comfortable silence. He couldn’t wait to make it for his little sisters!

(Spoiler: they loved it)

Sanzu

“It feels like drinking liquid sugar,” he noticed and then proceeded to only eat the pink marshmallows.

You barely resisted the urge to kick him. The two of you were resting in his bed. He was sitting and you were laying on the opposite side which resulted in him being right next to your feet. 

“I’ll drink it for you then,” you stretched your hand in his direction, but then he moved away to get the cup out of your reach. 

You were perplexed, to say at least.

“I thought you didn't like it?”

“I never said that?”

You kicked his side which - aside from an irritated expression - did not affect him at all. So you tried again. This time, he grabbed and pulled your ankle towards his face and kissed it while looking you straight in the eyes and smiling. 

“Freak.”

He grimaced. “Your feet stink.”

You sighed and sat up. If Sanzu had dog ears, they would perk up in surprise at that.

“Oh my, it seems that me and my stinky feet will have to leave then.” 

You barely managed to stand up and take a step towards the door before he hugged you by the hips and glued himself to you, making you unable to move without losing your balance.

“I was kidding! I love you and your stinky feet,” he nuzzled his face into your side. 

You tried to make another step forward but the weight he put on you made you lose your balance and fall onto his (luckily) carpeted floor. Concern flashed in his eyes before you smacked his head. And then you groaned when he almost laid on top of you, preventing you from leaving. 

“Am I dating a guy or a puppy?” You complained as he nuzzled his face into your neck. 

“If you’re into this, I wouldn’t mind wearing a collar with a leash.”

“Shut up or I might consider adding a muzzle.” You felt him grin into your skin. 

“Woof woof!”

Koko

If he was being honest, he’d much prefer you sitting next to him, maybe even cuddling. He tried to convince you that you can order take out, or he can take you to a cafe or a restaurant if you want to eat something nice. Damn, he even asked you to come back to him while the water was boiling but apparently it was more “complex” than just pouring hot water over powdered cocoa and stirring. 

He sighed, letting his head drop backwards in defeat. He’d much rather drink cold water and spend more time with you. Although, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling to have someone put effort for him just because. In fact, it caused a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.

Just as he was about to call for you, you appeared with two mugs of hot chocolate in your hands. He raised one brow at the white and pink, tiny marshmallows richly decorating the top. 

“You might want to drink it before eating the marshmallows. If you eat them first, it will look less tempting.” You sat next to him on the sofa and he wasted no time putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

“I see you have this all thought through,” he noticed, while placing a thank you kiss on your temple before taking his own mug into his hands. He noticed you staring at him intensely.

“Please don’t,” he groaned. 

Your gaze didn’t falter. Your breathing became quicker.

“Y/n…” He pleaded. 

Your lip began to tremble. 

“You’re better than that.”

…

“Choco for Koko.”

“For fuck’s sake-” You barely managed to dodge the pillow aimed at your head.

Your boyfriend shot you one last disappointed look before he took a sip.

And then another. And another.  Before he knew it, it was all gone and he was fishing out the half melted marshmallows from the bottom. 

It was a damn good hot chocolate.

He even contemplated asking for seconds, but it dawned on him that you would have to leave again to do that.

“Did you like it?” You asked while making yourself comfortable in his tight embrace.

“I sure did. Mind selling me the recipe? Just name the price.”

You couldn’t decide whether he was being serious or not so you said the first thing which came to your mind.

“I might want to exchange it. For an… engagement ring.”

Koko turned his face away, almost embarrassed with how wide he grinned. His eyes sparkled uncharacteristically.

[kazumiku]

— STUPID GIRL

NSFW (crossposted on AO3 @Kazumik)

SUMMARY; Wherein Heizou is an all-rounder student. A trusted leader and the teacher's pet. He's reliable in any field—until when it comes to tutoring, that is, before he met you. He's picky and stubborn, so when he gets to know you and your adorable little mind, he couldn't help himself but take matters upon his hand and take you under his wing. With an ulterior motive, of course.

READ WARNINGS; ooc Heizou, reader is a masochist, dumb reader (i am so sorry), sexual content, loss of virginity, minors do not interact !

you have now been warned...

Shikanoin Heizou, a known name at your college. Always topping his classes, best in extracurricular activities, leader of the student board, and the list goes on. He’s practically the campus’ perfect prince, having the looks and brains to prove it. The teacher’s pet, always reliable and helpful. Well, that is until he gets tasked to tutor-lower-than average students whose grades are barely hanging on a string. Heizou dislikes teaching people. If they’re dumb, they’re dumb; that’s what he stands by and his resolve remains unmoving, even after countless of professors’ persistence…

That is before he met you. You stick out of your classes like a sore thumb, not only because you’re lower than what he’d label as unintelligent, you’re one heck of a pretty face as well. So naïve, so foolish, and so damn adorable. He couldn’t help himself but finally accept your professor’s pleading, tired of calling on you whenever you raise your hand during a lecture, only to ask a question that is far off from the current topic.

A girl with a world of her own. That’s what Heizou likes in a person, and how he wants to join that world to top it all off. He surely won’t regret choosing you as his student.

Your dorm was near campus, it was only reasonable that he tutors you there, given the comfortable atmosphere and that it’s not as far than the library that was a building away from the dormitory.

“Come in, come in! Would you like some snacks? Ah… I think I have a few bags of chips here, if you want some,” The way you greeted him as he arrived outside your door made his heart clench. Heizou can’t believe he can be this infatuated over someone so inferior next to him.

“Chips? I feel like you should clean out your pantry and revise your diet if that’s the case.” Heizou snorted as he welcomed himself in, taking off his shoes by the entrance. Your dorm was nothing extravagant—it had a muted atmosphere, shades of pastel pink being your preferred colour scheme, with a fuzzy floor mat and what seemed like velvet sheets on your bed. It didn’t seem like you had a roommate. But then again, who would want to room with you? (Heizou, probably, since he’s such a simp)

You had sheepishly giggled at his remark, feeling suddenly embarrassed by your unhealthy choice of meals, that being junk food, or so he seems. “I’m working on it,” you answered, earning a hum from the redhead as he comes to sit on the edge of your bed. It’s much softer than his, which took him by surprise, but he didn’t bother dwell on it.

He placed his bag on the floor, taking his laptop out to set it on the mattress. Preferably, he would’ve taught you on your desk instead, but he wanted more than to teach you in this session… Plus, he’s sure you won’t question his decision.

Defeated, you just took looked for something relatively healthy; a bag of dried vegetables your parents gave you a day or two ago. Usually, you wouldn’t eat something so bland like this and just leave it to grow molds inside your mini fridge, despite its health benefits, but you had no other choice but to opt for it, just for today.

You then walked to him, nervous as you see him get comfortable on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his laptop perched on his lap, with a textbook or two beside him. Sensing your eyes, he looked up from his screen for his gaze to meet yours, patting the opposite side without the books to invite you to sit there. And so you did, unquestioning, just as he predicted.

“So, before we start off with the topic, I’d like to set ground rules that you are required to follow if you want me to tutor you,” Heizou started, one corner of his lip twitching up to a smirk that only screams mischief. It doesn’t hurt if a good student like him play around just once, right? “One, if I talk, you must listen and keep your eyes on me.”

The first one didn’t seem too much, so you nodded with a smile on your own playing on your stupidly pretty face. “Two, if you want to ask a question, pat my lap, and call me ‘Sir’ while you do so. Got that?” the second part seemed unreasonable, but you nodded nonetheless.

“Oh, and third, I’ll occasionally question you as I teach, so if you get an answer wrong and I punish you, I don’t want to hear any complaints,” He ended it off, and you simply answered with a small ‘alright,’ feeling uncertain at getting a punishment for every answer you will 100% possibly get wrong. Then again, you don’t really have a say in it, do you?

You didn’t expect, in any way, that accepting his conditions would lead you to such a compromising situation.

You swore you just blinked then now you’re nearly nude, only your bra left to serve you a quarter of decency, barely. Other than that, you were bent over on your stomach, ass in the air with your face buried against the pillows, one hand holding a textbook that you could barely read through your watery vision as the other clutches on the sheets under you.

Everything felt hot, especially when Heizou slid his fat cock inside your once virgin hole till it fully resided between your sweetly snug folds, insides as velvet as your bed sheets. “Hm, you got it wrong again… this is the third time in a row. How disappointing,” He sneered, slender fingers descending your bent back to grab the strands of your hair to tug your head up, revealing your face in a shade of scarlet with pearly tears staining your supple cheeks.

“What a crybaby,” he mocked, leaning to kiss the salty liquid on your chin while thrusting his hips forward, bubbling a breathless moan out your throat as his other hand gripped your hip to steady your shaky knees that threaten to give out. “It’s just a simple question… but then again you’re just a little stupid girl, aren’t you? How embarrassing. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

His humiliating words, as degrading as it is, only spurred your pretty little mind on, walls clenching around his length as you whimpered pathetically. “’M sorry… ‘m trying, b-but I can’t… I forgo—“ A hiss ended your sentence as Heizou pumped himself inside you once more, more forceful than the last one that more tears accumulated in your already filled waterline.

“Shut it, baby. Remember, I don’t want to hear any excuses. Just take it, you deserve it for being a bad girl and not listening to me,” At this point, your head was too high up in the clouds to retaliate, chest heaving as you panted heavily like a bitch in heat, getting fucked to the next key by your own tutor.

His hands deliberately detangled from your sweaty strands, going down to wrap itself around the expanse of your throat, squeezing it plenty to elicit a choked moan from you, but not enough to cut off your airway. He then pressed you down once more, his hand on your hip moving to press on the curve of your back instead, making you arch further that he was hitting all the right spots inside you with practiced ease.

The heavenly symphony of your slick squelching whenever his cock plunges inside and skin meeting skin bounced off the wall of your dorm room, possibly even heard from the outside, alongside the high-pitched melody of your calling of his name, face contorted with your eyes rolled and your tongue lolling out of your drooling mouth, and all that. Heizou couldn’t help but let his grin grow into a triumphant smile, seeing how much he’s already broke you, reducing you into a compliant fuck toy.

“That’s it- ah, squeeze around me, baby,” he groaned, pounding you nelson down the mattress, the tip of his cock starting to graze against your cervix, seeking entrance into your womb as he drives deeper. And god, did it sting so bad, leaving you to wail and thrash in a futile attempt to stop the growing pain. He didn’t let you push him away though, one hand moving to grasp your wrist and pinning them on your back as the other went back to your hips to keep you up and fuck into you consistently.

A knot started to tie itself inside your stomach, making your guts churn and your muscles tingle, pussy contracting around his dick as he pumps deeper to bully your cervix, pounding you to his heart’s content.

Though his thrusts eventually became more sloppier and uncoordinated as he nears his edge, though before he could offer his release, you started to shudder from under him, voice hitting a higher octave as you unintentionally squirted, your love juices getting everywhere on his lower half and soaking your sheets. You could barely keep your eyes open at this point, vision white and blurry, and your dazed mind threatening to slip into unconsciousness.

But before you could pass out, Heizou followed right after, spurting out thick ropes of white till you’re filled to the brim, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock as he continued to thrust, albeit slowly, as you both descended down from your respective highs.

“Mmh, I might have to schedule another session with you tomorrow same time as today,” Heizou wheezed softly, not bothering to pull out as he just collapsed on top of you, his weight crushing you but you didn’t complain. It’s not like you could, not when your thoughts were a mush and you struggled to catch your breath, your veins restless, occasionally twitching and shuddering all over from the aftershocks.

“Hopefully you’ll make more mistakes than today,” he added with a breathless laugh, weak arms circling around your waist as he shifted to lay beside you, not letting you go as he pulled you towards his own sweaty body, a hand moving down your tummy to feel the slight bulge, chuckling as you whimpered when he pressed down on it, making you once more aware than you already are by how deep he is.

You’re barely conscious but you managed to offer him a stupidly fucked out smile in acknowledgement. You were sure as heck going to make more mistakes if it meant getting to be fucked so good by none other than Shikanoin Heizou himself.

notes; this isnt beta read help i wrote this in one sitting im so sorry its so bad and its already 3am ?? help

[solargeist]

What the relationships between different Hermits and Kid Xelqua are like:

POSITIVE!

Mumbo - Pretty positive all things considered. He manages to entertain him, and generally is a good uncle figure.

Scar - The favourite. Scar gives him unlimited access to snacks and all sorts of unhealthy food (much to Grian’s chagrin). Once gave him so much sugar, Xelqua entered a 5 hour long sugar rush. Grian still hasn’t forgiven him yet because it was an absolute nightmare.

Doc - Surprisingly positive. Despite Doc’s turbulent relationship with Grian, Doc has a soft spot for kids. He’ll drop any kind of tension when Xelqua’s around to not worry him. He’ll still absolutely body Grian, but usually when Xelqua isn’t looking.

Pearl - Due to her leniency, Xelqua likes her. He can get away with anything when she’s around and generally doesn’t impose any harsh rule of punishment on him

Etho - He just thinks Etho is cool (usually because he keeps maple candies in his pockets). An Ethogirl in the making.

NEUTRAL!

Joe Hills - He’s a living Sesame Street styled puppet and Xelqua keeps mistaking him for a normal puppet toy. He once nearly suffocated poor Joe by hugging him a little too tight around his neck.

Xisuma - Barely sees him and for good reason. Xisuma has enough on his plate as admin, he doesn’t need to have to add “babysitting a god” on his plate as well.

Impulse & Skizz - They help Grian out occasionally to watch over Xelqua. Typical fun uncles you can find, but Xelqua doesn’t know much about them or why Skizz gives him the heebie jeebies when he unfurls his Angel wings or when Impulse reveals his full demon form.

Gem - Like Impulse and Skizz, generally friendly with Xelqua, but he’s unsettled by her, but he doesn’t know why. Maybe he senses that Gem isn’t truly a deer satyr and something to do with the rustling in the forests and night and the lingering smell of blood on her.

NEGATIVE…

Cleo - She’s scary to him. Like how you would be scared of the principal when you were a kid in elementary school.

Cub - All the fireworks he uses this season are too loud for him. He has to cover his ears everytime he has to go near the shop.

Joel - Xelqua keeps walking in in Joel in the most embarrassing moments. Like seeing him cry in front of the statue of his wife because she isn’t in the server, falling down an entire flight of stairs, reading Iskall’s creepy Yandere letters, etc. There were several moments where Joel had to cover Xelqua’s mouth because he was about to air all his dirty laundry.

AKDNDJSKAK

of course Scar is the favourite, Xelqua would love his builds, he’d like the animals and Scars silly voices and rambles. He’d also love Scar’s off road wheelchair/ATV, it’s so fast ! He’d absolutely eat all of Scar’s snacks, he’d be talking a mile a minute when Grian shows to pick him up, he just silently glares at Scar.

I love when people draw Doc with Doccy on the server, just a big scary goat and his little goat kid, it’s why he has a soft spot around Xelqua, he’s so tiny. Tho I can only see them interacting if Xelqua accidentally ends up in his base area, got lost maybe. I think Xelqua wouldn’t be scared of Doc despite his looks bc 1) he looks like Scar’s zoo animals (big Goat) and 2) Doc has a kid too, so he’s gotta be safe. Grian is very confused when he sees Doc calling him.

The Joe Hills part almost made me choke AKDNDKSK Joe being a puppet is my favourite design it’s so silly. Xelqua watches a lot of TV, he’d be in awe… so happy to see a real life puppet… Grian has to grab his hands to stop him from choking Joe out.

I think Xelqua would just be intimidated by Cleo at first, he’d warm up to her ! Him being scared of Cub bc of the fireworks is so true tho, Xelqua very much hates the noise and is actively afraid of thunder, he’ll wake Grian up if a storm rolls in at night, and probably hide behind him if a firework went off and no one told him it’d be so loud !

poor Joel 😭😭⁉️⁉️ tho if Joel grabbed Xelqua and covered his mouth like that, Grian is immediately there, he crosses the room so quickly man Watchers don’t play around abt their kids 😭💥 Grian doesn’t even realize he moved or separated them, for a split second his brain didn’t see this as a joke or playing around. Joel gets to see those purple eyes up closeeee and shouts

this was very cute and silly to read ehehehe, also for some reason I think Xelqua would think that Xisuma is Grian’s uncle, no idea how he came to this conclusion.

[tiniedemon]

. . .

wearing his clothes

kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh

kyle

your off days were the best days of the week. you could walk around the house in whatever you wanted, sleep all day, eat the most unhealthy snacks without kyle nagging you. you truly did love your off days.

this particular off day, you were clad in one of kyle’s green t shirts, a pair of white cotton underwear, and tall ass graphic spongebob socks. a bag of takis and a cup of ramen rested on the coffee table beside where you lay on the couch, a pair of chopsticks held between your teeth. jersey shore played on the tv, holding your attention entirely.

keys jingled in the lock on the front door, your head perking up at the sound of your husband finally coming home from work. you jumped up, dropping your chopsticks on the coffee table, and raced to meet him at the door. it swung open just as you reached it, your arms instinctively wrapping around your husband’s middle.

“hey, sweetheart,” you greeted. kyle smiled down at you, hands cupping your face and eyes boring lovingly into yours, as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“you look so lovely today,” he hummed, pulling you into a soft kiss. “just as lovely as the day i met you.”

“you’re such a sap, baby,” you hummed against his lips, his hands traveling to cup your waist. he pulled away with a perplexed expression, fingers running over the shirt you wore. his eyes dropped down to your torso, eyebrows shooting up as he registered you wearing his shirt. you could see the lust brewing in his eyes as he bit his soft pink lip.

“you look ravishing, dear,” he practically groaned as he pulled you into another, more passionate, kiss. you giggled against his hungry lips, walking him backwards until your calves touched the couch. he sat you down, bent over you, hands bracing themselves against your bare thighs.

“i take it i should wear your clothes more often?” you teased, fingertips tracing the prominent vein in his neck. he groaned as he pulled you back into a heated kiss, hands fisting in the fabric hanging around your body.

“i’m begging, pretty thing.”

kenny

kenny was out of the house, working one of his two jobs. you finally had your first full day off in nearly a month, and you were living it up. you were wearing nothing but kenny’s favorite hoodie, hood up, and your underwear, feet propped up on the kitchen table, bowl of cheap pasta in hand and phone propped up next to your feet. you were watching a youtube video, completely taken by the content.

the two of you didn’t have much at all, just a simple dining table in the small kitchen, chairs you’d bought from garage sales, a cheap couch from a thrift store, and a mattress you’d gotten on sale from a closing mattress store. the most expensive item in your home was the television you’d bought with tax return money. nevertheless, you still loved your home.

you startled at the sound of the front door opening, craning your head around the doorframe of the kitchen. kenny entered the house, yanking off his work boots at the door, tossing you a tired smile. you smiled back, holding your bowl of pasta out for him to see.

“i ate at work, love. thank you, though,” he called softly. you shoveled the last few bites in your mouth, gluing your eyes back to your phone screen. kenny’s hands coming down against your shoulders made you jump, your head snapping back to look up at him, throat working to swallow the rest of your pasta.

“bad day?” you asked, reaching a hand up to trace the worry line in your boyfriend’s forehead. he wore a smile, turned smirk as he noticed the hoodie on your frame.

“not anymore,” he hummed, hands moving from your shoulders to your torso. he squeezed at your hips, craning his neck to give you an upside down kiss.

“is that right?” you chuckled against his mouth, hooking a hand around the back of his neck and burying your fingers in his hair.

“oh yeah,” he whispered, patting just long enough to trail a hand up to rest against the column of your throat. “i’m gonna fuck you against this kitchen table.”

stan

living alone had its perks. for instance, you could wear whatever you wanted, decorate how you wanted, grocery shop only for your taste. at least, until you gave your boyfriend a key to your apartment. nothing really changed except the grocery shopping, though you did tend to sleep in more presentable clothes in case he decided not to come alone.

you woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking, your stomach growling in response. you groaned, tugging yourself out of bed and trudging to the bathroom. after you did your business, you waltzed out to the kitchen, hands rubbing your arms for friction heat in your cold apartment.

stan was stood in front of your stove, a focused look on his face, insane clown posse playing quietly for ambience. you embraced him from behind, burying your head in the shirt he was wearing, deeply inhaling his scent. one of his hands came to rest against your arm, covering the back of your hand with his.

“morning, sunshine,” he greeted softly, emptying the contents of his pan onto a plate. you hummed your response, still groggy from sleep, and swayed against him. he turned in your arms, his own lacing around your back, his lips colliding softly with yours. you kissed him back just as gently, fingers toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. he pulled away to rub his nose against yours, then completely withdrew, taking in your outfit. his eyebrows lifted as a pleased smirk took his face, hands traveling down your waist.

“i love the way my clothes fit you,” he hummed, tugging at the hem of his shirt over your torso. you blushed, shifting your weight between your feet, suddenly feeling a bit bare in his shirt and briefs.

“you think so?” you asked bashfully, a shy smile on your face. his hands cupped the bubble of your ass, a hum leaving his lips as he eyed your body.

“i’d say you look hot enough for me to take on this countertop right now.”

[thegrayascendancy-if]

Modern!AU Halloween Edition🎃👻

Costume Party! What is everyone bringing to eat or drink, what are they dressing up as, and what is their Halloween Movie of Choice to play?

Happy Halloween everyone! 🎃

Arthur: if he's single, he'd dress up as some monster from a horror game who wears a mask but is conveniently topless (the recency bias has me give Pyramid Head as an example, but the skirt version, Homecoming, I think). He'd complain that the mask is hard to breathe in and will eventually throw on a jacket and never make such a choice again. In a relationship, he is a couple's costume kind of guy.

Darla: a siren or a mermaid, a beauty covered in glitter but in a pair of gloves with sharp claws glued to the fingertips. That is her excuse for not bringing anything!

Gale: Indiana Jones, all the way up to the hat and the whip—or Rick O-Connell. He'd get all the wickedly unhealthy salty snacks (because those always run out) and will periodically check that the candy bucket still has something in it.

Ianthe: a spooky ghost draped in a bedsheet with a smiley face drawn on it, carrying a pumpkin-shaped basket. She'll get teh duty of picking the movie, and it will end up being a classic like the 1922 Nosferatu.

Jax: they'd come dressed as they usually do, but the moment someone bothers them about it, they'd bare their teeth and point to them, where fake plastic fangs are sitting uncomfortably in their mouth. They are smoothly manning the pizza supply line.

Yvette/Yves: they are a host, so they are serving (thoughtfully picked) drinks. For a costume: the bride of Frankenstein for Yvette, a tattered white gown, a tall up-do and hallowed face makeup; and a zombie for Yves, in a blood-stained suit and shirt, with blood smeared across his mouth.

[satomatto]

. //SOFT PACK | nutrition; NSFW!vers

ch: suguru geto; nanami kento; okkotsu yuta; sukuna ryomen.

cw: cannibalism mentions; daily routine, for the most part; something about Okkotsu's preferences been in the fanbook (I guess), but it's not considered here.

wc: 900

GETŌ SUGURU

Suguru is the kind of person who prefers a diet of healthy food. At least, it's definitely a big part of his menu, and even if you're not one of the health-conscious types, your own diet will surely be much more balanced than it was before.

Usually, he rarely cooks, but if a man sees you standing at the stove, he will approach you and definitely offer his help. He'll do his best to help you in any way he can, whether it's with household chores or the daily grind. Geto likes to see your gratitude, and at the same time, he doesn't like it when you overstretch yourself.

Sometimes they bring you breakfast in bed. With notes left on top - a kind of apology if for one reason or another he can't make it to spend the morning with you, if you've already had time to plan it; or just very cute reminders of today's chores that you shouldn't ignore.

Geto is excellent hand with knife. You can ask him to carve anything, and you can be sure he knows how to do it right. If you hear something along the lines of "sorry, I can't," you can be sure he can, but he doesn't want to. He rarely will refuse you, so he's probably just too tired for that, but on days like this, you just order take-out from a nice cafe nearby.

NANAMIN

As we already know, Nanami is actually a schedule man. You can say goodbye to quick bites and unhealthy snacks while you go. In the morning you will be waited for an appetizing breakfast, for lunch you will get both first and second, and from dinner you can't refuse in principle - it looks too delicious.

He likes his coffee strong and sugar-free. In particular, double espresso or cappuccino, but will not refuse and sweetened latte, if you suddenly want to prepare a drink for him. By the way, he's a great coffee maker. And you're in luck - because you can drink it every day.

He's a stickler for a relatively healthy lifestyle - due to his experience, capabilities and the cost of a whole bunch of health-related services. Treatment is expensive nowadays, and maintaining your condition is not only more profitable, it's easier. No, it doesn't mean he's not ready to spend money on going to clinics, Kento is just a practical man who doesn't like unnecessary movements - it's much easier to prevent a situation than to deal with the consequences.

Speaking of sweets: the man doesn't like them on principle, preferring to have a light salad once instead of munching on an extra bun, which you don't quite agree with him on. After all, he can't force you to give up junk food, but he's not going to just watch you do it. Most likely he will give a lecture about the proper diet of a healthy person and offer to share a salad with him.

You're not going to say no to him, are you?

OKKOTSU YUTA

Oh, this is so hard to deal with. The poor guy just doesn't have time to eat properly - he's really busy and barely knows how to plan his time, almost always rushing off to an emergency task at the first call. At times he hasn't even had time to sit down at a meal in the morning because of a sudden phone ring, just grabbing a random piece off his plate and munching it on his way out.

Throughout the day, he eats mostly snacks or fast food on his own, but you're a different matter. You rarely cross paths, but as soon as the opportunity presents itself, you go to a cafe or diner with a proper menu. He doesn't want you to kill your stomach with ramen, like him, and you want to feed him good food accordingly. And he'd rather have a nice bland dish from there than any fast food.

This guy isn't much of a cook, but he can whip up something good if you have a recipe and detailed instructions on how and what to add. You like the food he makes - he's usually pretty good at it, and when you get the chance, you even do it together.

Yuta loves fish dishes. Whether it's surimi, sashimi, or even odori, seafood is his passion. Not that you share it, but you taste a lot of it with him. Another fun fact is that you can feed him almost anything - he won't complain, even if it's a badly burned bean that's been in an old frying pan, fried in chicken broth. After all, you've worked hard for him - how can he reject your concern when he looks right into your glistening eyes?

RYŌMEN SUKUNA

Let's start with the fact that he's some kind of king, but he's a king and has his own servants. They do the cooking, but he'll also be pleased if you decide to make something for him. His food preferences fluctuate between oily and neutral foods, but mostly what we know is human meat.

That doesn't mean he'll decline a light side dish you've prepared. Just, expect that to please him you'll have to adjust to his demands. Yes, it's hard to cook human meat, but you can make a little effort for him, right?

Just because he has cooks in the kitchen instead of him doesn't mean Sukuna is a bad cook or can't cook at all. He's very good at it. In fact, you once tasted a dish made by him, and it was really damn good. High standards have been set for a reason and woe betide anyone who can't meet them.

The man has food-related kinks. Even the affectionate nicknames sometimes sound like he wants to eat you - from morsel to sweetie, from his lips sounds like an assault (that's what it is) on your body, soul and sweet, empty head.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hiya! If you don't mind, I would like to request something a little more specific.

How do you think Venti, Lisa and Diluc with reader that's kind of just Has a REALY unhealthy life style? Like they barely ever go outside, mostly staying on their house, have terrible diet consisting of junk food and seeets and a shrimp like posture?

Of course If you don't feel comfortable writing this, you don't have to.

-🐶 Anon

this one's a little shorter than normal cause i wasn't suuuuper sure what to write but i hope you enjoy it anyways :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including overbearing behaviors, being held against will, delusional behaviors, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Diluc would appreciate that you never go outside, as he prefers you to stay indoors when you aren’t with him, but he refuses to let you live off junk food. He wants his darling healthy and thus, forces you to have three proper meals with him daily, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, no argument allowed. If you want junk foods you can have some as a snack after dinner, but otherwise will not be allowed any. He doesn’t mind much else, he was simply raised on a well diet and believes it’s important for you to be eating proper foods.

Yandere!Venti would make all your meals, it takes him a bit to get used to cooking, but when he does he actually cooks fairly well! He tries to incorporate a lot of the things he’ll think you’ll like, in the sense that if you’re craving one thing, he tries to find a meal that it will pair well with so that you can have it while also eating. He himself doesn’t eat so he doesn’t really understand the difference between junk food and good food, he just assumes that one has more sugar and that’s really it. He does sit there and watch you eat though, and is also a fan of your more inside keeping nature. He will bring you outside with him on occasion though, mostly to the balcony but he thinks sun is good for humans!

Yandere!Lisa is honestly probably the worst for this one as her mothering side kicks in. She cuts all junk food out of your diet, forbidding it from the house entirely. She’ll correct you anytime she sees your posture slipping, insisting that you sit up straight and properly, and she’ll drag you outside for daily walks. She may come off as a dozing, tired woman at work, but at home she runs that house and she will not allow her darling to fall into bad habits whilst she’s around. You can expect her to punish you if she finds you trying to sneak junk foods as well, once she puts her foot down about that there’s no picking it back up.

[sporco-filth]

Home Alone

Kevin and his sons Josh and Hamish (they're all legally adults) are left home alone while Kevin's wife Amy goes on a month-long holiday.

The strict rules that used to govern the household start to relax as the three men slip into slovenliness.

This is part one.

'I'll see you in a month.' 'Have fun sweetie!'

Kevin and his sons Hamish and Josh waved goodbye as his wife drove off for her month-long business trip overseas. It was the holidays, so the boys and their dad had the month off as well. They went back inside and shut the door.

'It's almost dinnertime,' Kevin said, looking at the clock. 'What do you guys say to ordering pizza? What with all the packing and getting ready, I think we deserve a break from cooking for one night.' 'Sure,' said Hamish. They made their order and before long their pizzas had arrived. 'Want me to set the table?' Josh asked, always the responsible one. Kevin shook his head. 'Nah, don't worry about it. We can just eat out of the boxes.' They sat down and quickly polished off their meal. 'Here, I'll take your box to the recycling,' Josh offered. 'Leave it, I'll put them out tomorrow. It'll be Thursday so I'll have to take the rest of the rubbish out too.' Josh and Hamish went to their rooms, leaving the remnants of their dinner on the table.

The next morning, being the holidays, Josh woke up late. He rubbed his eyes and wandered into the kitchen to get breakfast. He poured himself a bowl of muesli and sat down at the table, pushing away the empty pizza boxes. Where is dad? he wondered. He's usually up by now. As he slowly munched away, he saw Kevin enter, dressed in his undies and yawning. 'Yaawn… morning,' he said, wandering over to the pantry and pulling out a jar of peanut butter. He put a slice of toast in the toaster and idly scratched his bum while he waited. 'Is your brother up yet?' 'I haven't seen him.' A flush was heard, followed by a running sink, then Hamish came out from the hallway. 'Morning.' He got himself a bowl of weet-bix and sat down across from his brother who was just about finished eating. Kevin's toast popped up and he slathered it with peanut butter, a little dripping from the knife onto the counter. He didn't seem to notice and sat down too. He took a bite and chomped loudly, bits of peanut butter smearing on his lips. He wiped it with the tablecloth and kept eating. 'I think we'll have to go shopping today,' he said. 'The pantry's looking a bit bare. Get dressed and we'll go soon.' Josh put his bowl in the sink and went to his bedroom to get ready. When he came out, he saw his dad in trakkies and a T-shirt, still unshaven and with his hair unkempt. His brother was dressed not long after and the three headed out.

'What do you guys want?' Kevin asked, pushing along the trolley. 'I 'unno,' Hamish said, the moody teen not really interested in shopping. He looked at the shelves and noticed they were in the junk food aisle. 'Hey, can I get some chips?' Usually unhealthy snacks weren't allowed in the house, so Hamish was a little surprised when his dad said sure. 'Get a few packs if you want,' he added. 'And why not some lollies too?' As their shopping trip continued, Josh noticed everything in the trolley was some sort of processed food. Hamish had run off and come back with two six packs of soft drink which Kevin added to the trolley without comment, much to his son's pleasure.

For lunch, Kevin made a large batch of spag bol which they ate ravenously. A strand of pasta dropped onto Kevin's top. He picked it up and ate it, but the sauce had left a stain. He didn't seem to mind though and kept eating away. Hamish cracked open one of his soft drinks and took a swig. He let out a belch. Kevin gave him a pat on the back. 'Nice one.' Hamish grinned and went back to looking at his phone. Devices weren't normally allowed at the table, but his dad didn't seem to mind. Hamish shovelled forkfuls into his mouth without really looking, making a mess on the table and his clothes. When he finished eating, he headed back to his room, leaving his bowl and can on the table. 'Hamish!' Josh was about to call him back, but his father put a hand on his shoulder. 'Let him go, he's on holidays. You go relax too, I'll deal with the washing up.'

But when Josh came out later that evening for dinner, he noticed the dishes had been brought to the sink, but hadn't actually been washed yet. 'What's for dinner?' he asked, putting the matter aside. 'I ordered Thai.' 'But we had take away last night.' 'Yeah, but I figured we can have it again. It won't hurt.'

The next morning, Josh saw that the pizza boxes still hadn't been cleared, nor the dishes in the sink from yesterday. He checked the rubbish bin and saw that that was nearly overflowing still. When his dad woke up, late again, he asked about it. 'Ah, I forgot. And it's too late to do it now, the rubbish truck'd have already passed.' 'I can still do the dishes,' Josh offered. 'Don't stress it, Josh,' he replied with a dismissive wave. 'It doesn't matter that much. You're on holiday, you can do it later.'

As the week drew on, Josh noticed none of the chores seemed to matter much anymore. The tablecloth was left stained and covered in crumbs, the clothes in the laundry hamper were piling up and the vacuum hadn't been run. Hamish's room was beginning to look like a bomb had gone off, his bed unmade and clothes and detritus scattered about. Josh was also pretty sure neither of the other two had been showering: Hamish's 'eau de teen' could be smelled from a metre away and Kevin also getting a bit whiffy. With the bin full, rubbish began to be left wherever, with the excuse that they'd clean it up next bin night. But next bin night came and passed and still the house looked like a tip. And despite their dad's assertion that each night would be the last time they'd get take away, they kept ordering it. The pantry and fridge were now full of junk food and there wasn't a single fruit or vegetable in the house.

Soon, Josh started to let things go a bit too; what was the point of tidying up if neither of the other two cared about living in a pigsty? He began to sleep in later and stay up playing video games till the early hours of the morning. With everyone waking up whenever they felt like it, meal times became blurred. Josh found himself snacking on whatever junk food he found whenever he felt hungry. He let his room get messy. When his clean clothes ran out, he rummaged through the hamper and pulled out a pair of dirty underwear. He gave them a sniff. 'Eh, they smell alright,' Josh said, putting them on. Some days he wouldn't even bother brushing his teeth.

One morning, as he stumbled bleary-eyed towards the kitchen, hungry for breakfast, he passed through the lounge to see his dad watching netflix and eating straight from a tub of cookie dough ice cream. 'Mornin…' Josh yawned. Kevin, who had been staring mindlessly at the TV, blinked and looked up, noticing his son. 'Oh, I didn't see you come in. Is it morning already? I swear it was one AM only an hour ago…' 'It's ten thirty.' Kevin rubbed his eyes. 'Huh,' he murmured, eyes already drifting back to the screen. Josh lumbered into the kitchen and scrounged around the pantry, but nothing really caught his interest. You know, I could go for ice cream myself right about now… 'Hey dad!' he yelled. 'Uh?' He poked his way through the freezer which was overstuffed with packets of frozen food. 'Have we got another tub of ice cream?' 'Yeah, right at the back there should be some chocolate one.' Josh pushed things around and spotted it. 'Got it!' He sat down at the table, covered with dirty dishes and empty take away boxes, and started scrolling through his phone while he ate his ice cream. When he was done, he tossed the tub and spoon on the floor and kept flicking through tiktoks until he heard Hamish get up. His brother had gone to the bathroom; Josh could hear a grunt followed by a loud fart and a splash, then the sound of peeing. Hamish entered, eyes glued to his nintendo switch, presumably having played it while on the toilet. Having been allowed unlimited screentime in the past few days, he had made the most of it and was playing video games or on his laptop almost every waking moment. Josh then realised he never heard the toilet flush, nor the sink run, but put it aside. Ah, who cares, he thought. Hamish grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and a pack of chips, then went back to his room, not even giving Josh a glance. 'Josh!' his dad called out from the living room. 'What?' 'Can you bring me a pack of timtams?' 'Get it yourself!' 'I can't be arsed getting up… and you're already there…' Josh sighed. 'Fine!' He went to the pantry and pulled out a pack of bikkies. Seeing a family-size block of chocolate, he grabbed that too and took it with him to the lounge. 'Here,' he tossed the timtams to Kevin. He smiled 'Lazy pig.' Kevin chuckled at the joke. 'Thanks. I've been working hard to get this lazy.' Josh flopped onto the couch next to him and ripped open the chocolate with his teeth. As he took a bite, he caught a whiff of something fishy. He glanced over and noticed a dark, puddle-like splotch on the couch where Kevin was sitting, and a yellowish stain on his underwear. 'Ew, did you pee yourself?' Kevin shrugged. 'I had to go, but I was so comfy…' Josh smiled. 'You really are becoming a pig.'

Later that night, the three guys were in the lounge, Josh and Kevin barely having moved from the couch except for food and toilet breaks (though, as time wore on, Josh had taken to just letting it go on the couch as well) and Hamish having come out from his room to take a break from his computer to watch TV. Josh was flicking through his phone. 'There's a new Mexican place just opened up. What do you guys say we get some of that for dinner?' 'Sure.' 'Sounds good.' Not long after, their food had arrived and they were tucking in. Josh's eyes were glued to the TV as he took a bite of his burrito, sauce dripping onto his shirt. 'Mmm, so good,' he moaned, scarfing it down and wiping his hands on his already filthy top. He lay back with a sigh, patting his full belly. 'I could go for dessert. What do you think?' Kevin let out a fart in assent. 'Cool, I think we've got a cheesecake in the fridge.'

Josh soon returned, carrying a huge cheesecake which he plonked down on the table atop a staggering pile of trash. Not even bothering with cutlery, Hamish reached out and grabbed a handful of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, scoffing it down in seconds. Before Kevin could manage to get a piece of his own, Hamish was already getting a second one. 'Hey, leave some for the rest of us!' Kevin protested. Hamish's response was only a loud burp right in Kevin's face. He grinned mischievously as his dad fanned his nose. 'Ugh, your breath stinks! When was the last time you brushed?' 'I 'unno,' he said, taking the opportunity to help himself to another piece of cake. 'I don't think I've brushed my teeth in at least a week.' Kevin smiled as he leaned over to get his own bit of cheesecake. 'Heh, I'm impressed.' Before he could say anything else, Kevin knocked the cake. He tried to catch it but he was too late: it fell top down onto the floor amid the rubbish and crumbs that covered the carpet. 'Fuck!' he swore. The three men stared at the fallen cake. Josh's stomach growled. He picked it up, flicking a bit of fluff off of it and took a bite. 'Five second rule,' he said through a mouth of cake. 'Can't let it go to waste.' 'Hey, don't hog it all!' Kevin moaned. 'I still haven't had any yet!'

[razzmothazz]

wxs physical build headcanons for me to draw later!!

before and way later on after joining wxs edition

cw: mention of a lot of different eating habits and small mentions of body image issues

TSUKASA!!

before: a bit underweight, i imagine he got a bit too into eating "healthy" at times and would refuse a lot of foods he deemed unhealthy, which caused him to not get certain nutrients at times even tho he needed them, add to that his forgetfulness especially when it comes to taking care of himself and you can see why hes skinny like that. i also imagine he would often burn more calories than he consumed in a day with all his practicing and just running around in general, which is definetly not that good when youre already underweight. he would often wonder why he seemingly just cant gain any muscle and assumed its just kinda how he naturally is, tho he didnt mind much since his build was similar to a lot of his idols

after: he gained some healthy weight!!!! yippieee!!! with wxs constantly reminding him to take care of himself + with emu bringing some food/snacks nearly everyday he gained some healthy weight, hes now pretty average with maybe a bit of chub in some places. he also finally started building some muscle thanks to all the practice and ruis "training"? if you can call it that? he does get a bit insecure about it at times, wishing he would be back to his build that was like his idols, but wxs are quick to remind him that the best star is a happy and healthy one!! his natural state definitely wasnt skinny, at least not as skinny as he was before

NENE!!!!!

before: you already know she was malnourished and looked like she barely saw the light of day... she had a very weak appetite and her horrible sleep schedule didnt help. she tried to eat well but she struggled with it a lot, tho she never exactly knew why, she would just very quickly feel full and wouldnt feel hungry untill way too many hours later. she would eat like. 2 small meals a day and maybe some snacks in between.

after: you guessed it she gained weight and is chubbier!!!!!! yayayyaa!!!! i think she would hear others motivate tsukasa to eat better and seeing him want to improve on that motivated her to do the same. because of the low appetite thing she struggled pretty hard at first but with time she managed to figure it out and now eats more and is feeling good!!! this is thanks to mostly emu who would love to bring foods and snacks nene loved so they can share it any time the 2 would hang out, but also thanks to the practices and stamina building she was able to kinda feel like she was burning the unnecessary calories? i imagine she struggled pretty hard when she realized how much weight she put on thinking its a bad thing, but with a lot of support and care from wxs she realized this is way healthier for her than wherever she had going on before!!! she doesnt gain muscle easily tho, so not much of that going on + she does focus more on stamina itself rather than gaining muscle and physical strength

EMU!!!!!

before: chubby, obviously. fat even!!!! definetly overweight and not bothered by it at all! she definetly thinks it makes her look cuter :3 my girl loves foods and snacks and nobody can ruin her mood for those. she also had a fair bit of muscle and liked that its not visible so shes strong but nobody can tell, and she can suprise them with it for funsies

after: still pretty much the same!! tho since she started training and working out even more i imagine a bit of her weight turned into more muscle, so shes even more muscle now!!!! she loves it!!! its still not visible unless she flexes, which makes the muscles pretty prominent and she LOVES jumpscaring people with that because nobody expects it for some reason, despite how athletic she is. besides her arms i imagine her legs are pretty built as well seeing how much she runs, especially from one school to another in a matter of minutes to visit her friend. what can i say my girl loves to eat and run around!!! her love language is soooo sharing a meal with her friends btw. its canon i just know it.

RUIIII!!!!!

before: barely eats doesnt sleep much, just a mess honestly. he doesnt rlly have friends atp and yet still he takes care of others more than he does himself..... needless to say hes tall, lanky, underweight as hell and palest of them all despite not staying inside all that much. lives off of whatever his parents make him if he remembers to eat it and random store bought/school cafeteria foods. malnutrition for sure too like fym u eat no vegetables and ur fine??? bro doesnt even take any vitamins atp to make up for it

after: gained a bit of weight!! hes still skinny because thats just kinda how he naturally is, but hes getting tricked into eating veggies or at least stuff that can replace veggies with the needed nutritions otherwise. he also started taking some vitamins to make up for that too, and despite being naturally pale he did tan a bit!! he still forgets to eat way too often but wxs make up for it with tsukasa always being willing to share his food with him [at times even bringing bigger portions just in case rui needs it] and emu often bringing food to share with them all!!!!

can u tell im a little bit obsessed with gaining weight as a sign of healing. because i am and i love that trope. with the power of love you will stop being underweight and malnourished god bless.

[thousand-winters]

Can you imagine Hunter trying to make himself as unburden as possible?

He sleeps as little as he can, eats just a little under the bare minimum, and does way to many chores in hopes that he Can makes Darius like him.

It probably doesn’t take long for Darius to catch on.

Oh, yeah, unfortunately he would so do that.

As I always mention, I think what really shakes him up between those months living at the Nocedas and when he first moves with Darius and Eber is that he doesn't have the other kids as a sort of "debuffer", nor a clear goal he can tell himself he's working toward that could justify that he's just kinda just having a good time here instead of earning his place like he had to do before, so a lot of anxieties he could ignore before just resurface and there's nothing to distract himself from it, no "well, my friends are doing this and it seems okay, so I suppose it applies to me too?"

Now he can't justify being "lazy" and sleeping more than, say, 5 hours, because there's no one else around doing the same, right? And it hardly matters in his mind that Darius and Eber obviously don't sleep that little because well, duh, why would they? This is where they live, they don't have to earn it unlike him. And the same goes for food and for asking for any necessities. He doesn't even want to mention when his scars itch or any lingering pain he might have from all those years at the castle.

First things first he has to earn something as basic as the right to stay here.

At first Darius thinks that it's reasonable that Hunter seems tired and that he always finds him awake already in the morning; he has gone through so much, having been dead and his best friend giving his life for him very much included, so for him to have trouble sleeping isn't odd. Concerning, yes, but Hunter is still a bit cagey when asked if he wants to talk about whatever's troubling him, so not too strange.

Similarly, it's normal for him not to have much of an appetite given all the traumatic experience he went through in such a short period of time, not to mention all the others he's barely processing now. And him seemingly not wanting to do much of anything? That's also normal, of course he wouldn't launch himself into trying to watch movies or read or do fun activities right away, everyone copes with trauma in different ways and if Hunter needs some quiet time for himself, that is alright.

But then Darius notices Hunter does seem like he's on the verge of falling asleep several times before waking up in a panic, and while he atributes that to nightmares first, Hunter acts as if he was caught committing a crime when he spots Darius watching him. At some other point he hears his stomach growling after he said he wasn't hungry anymore at lunch, and he certainly doesn't seem like he's planning to grab a snack or ask for one, so the suspicions start there. Darius knows Hunter and his unhealthy habits better than most after all, he witnesses quite a lot of them while they were both still in the coven.

The moment Hunter insists he would love to do the laundry when he looks a second away from passing out and he sounds more desperate than actually thrilled for a new life experience is when Darius decides enough is enough and he doesn't really need more evidence to know something is truly wrong here.

By this point, Hunter is probably at the end of his rope, so when Darius presses him gently, but firmly, he's just gonna break and spill. It's gonna be a bit ugly, but at least the problem will finally be out there, and while one single conversation with Darius clarifying that he doesn't need Hunter to try and mute his own presence for him to accept him won't fix everything, it'll be a start.

Now every time Hunter starts falling back into those habits, he can get some nudges and reminders that he can sleep a bit more, even sleep in late if he wants to (which definitely does NOT mean until 6am only), that he can actually eat his whole meal and ask for more (he's a growing teenager after all), and while it's good for him to do chores, he doesn't have to do everything, they can come to a household arrangement to see what everyone does, and that's more like basic house maintenance anyway, not something he's doing to earn his place. He can forget from time to time and he won't be kicked out for that.

It's going to be hard because it's going to be different but he'll get there.

[imahugenerdlol]

Okay little wilbur drabble because this happened with my boyfriend and it felt like fiction

Tw : mention of ed

(Also for context i have anorexia but this goes with kost ed's so i guess its a fluff scenario ?)

You were at home waiting for wilbur, he was still at the studio for some last minute changes on a new song hes been working on. a few days prior a colleague of yours made a snappy remark about youre recent weight gain

"good for you that youre so comfortable in youre own skin if i gained that much weight in such a short time i would be ashamed of myself"

Ofcourse that hurt badly and now youre feeling insecure again it feels like a sin too eat too just relax so you eat the bare minimum and hope wilbur won't notice but he did Ofcourse he noticed his favorite person wasn't so cheery anymore and the whole "oh i ate earlier" didn't work on him either so that evening he comes home with a huge bag of take out with sushi some burgers and other unhealthy snacks and sits down with you, you were planning too refuse too explain youre not hungry but he didn't had any off it and fed you a few pieces of sushi Ofcourse at that moment all the emotions kicked in and you cry but wilbur just holds you close and gently rubs youre arm and thigh as youre on his lap.

"shh darling its Okay no need too be ashamed i want you too eat"

When you calmed down he continues feeding you and snacking with you and you eventually fall asleep on the couch the next Morning you wake up too the smell of bacon he was already making breakfast for you cause he couldn't stand his little darling too starve <3

[cult-of-the-eye]

Flesh avatar!Martin fic

TW: severe body image issues, self hatred, negative self talk, body dysmorphia, body horror (ish), unhealthy one sided relationships

Jon wasn’t eating.

The level of Martin’s romantic obsession had never crossed the line of tracking someone’s eating habits, but it didn’t take a genius to see that whatever he was eating, it wasn’t enough. His own apple and snack bar combination had lasted him throughout secondary school, a certainty that he sincerely hoped wouldn’t change any time soon. But Jon needed it more than him.

Behind his desk, he felt small. He didn’t have to be aware of the flesh that hung off his limbs in jiggling masses, so he opted for something better. Something smaller. Jon was substantially smaller than him - a fact that he found overwhelming at first. He switched between the constant burning of awe of a lithe and sharp frame and the need to put his excess to use.

The line of sight from his desk to Jon’s office was cruelly clear. A hulking great wooden door between them, one that was the stumbling subject of many of his own poems. A foggy allegory of distance. It was a momentous occasion of sunshine when that door peeled open. Each time, Martin drank his fill of Jonathan Sims, but recently, it had left his mouth uncomfortably dry.

Today was one of those occasions. A forest green sweater vest hung off what only just passed off as a body. Lines cut beneath his deep brown eyes, distracting rather than highlighting. Cheekbones that once lifted a haughty expression only shadowed a much heavier one. Maybe this was just the rose tint that surrounded Jon, romanticising a time of crisis where Martin could justify stepping in. Or maybe Jon was actually not doing well. His body followed this line of thinking, footsteps treading heavily after Jon’s rabbit-footed paces, into the kitchen.

“Hi, Jon.”

Fat kids could only ever want to be one of three things when they grew up. Either utilise their size as a sign of comedy, strength or as softness. Anything else was unforgivable. Martin chose softness. He let that seep into his words, melting his body into the patches in the floor, so he would not trip.

“Martin.”

He lapped up the slight incline of his neck, a nod that contained a dizzying array of possibilities. Jon was clutching at a chipped mug as if it were his only anchor to the mortal world. Martin was inclined to believe that.

“I was wondering…”

The cupboard doors bristled against the hinges in the silence that followed. Jon did not expect further conversation. Neither did Martin.

“Yes?”

“I brought too much food.”

“Right.”

Now, Martin. Prove your value as a pile of meat.

“Would you like some?”

An apple. A peace offering. An organic bridge of sorts, nutrients shared from a body that doesn’t need it to a body that does. Almost parasitic. And Jon looked at it as such. With the disgust of someone offering to attach to him, to leach off of his energy and time.

“It’s just a fruit. It won’t kill you.”

Jon’s eyes sunk further into the past. Into whatever warren he had been dragged into, taking from him his edges and sanding down into the bare necessities. Martin only had one card left to play.

“I…please just take it, Jon?”

Sincerity.

Emotions are rarely seen in the fat kid. Emotions are frowned upon. They increase your size, your ability to be noticed, so reassuring or stoic or half-laughing are your only choices. This is a wildcard. Not even Jonathan Sims could predict his response. Unpredictable was something Martin could get used to being.

“...Sure, Martin.”

Jon gave Martin a wide berth while crossing the kitchen. As if he had grown suddenly and was unsure of his new dimensions. Martin felt no contortion of his size, standing, watching Jon walk away, biting the apple in his hand. There was no door to the kitchen, of any material, let alone wood. Nothing especially poetic about eating an apple in an office. Just a faint sense of hunger and a new willingness to do something about it.