#i never take the lovely words you guys send me for granted i promise

[sexydreamgirl]

You really are such a big help to me and a lot of others out there. You provide us with the info we need to make our lives better and help us in every way you can. Your blog is such a safe space to be to me and i love you for that

Anon is so right, there are so many of us who are comforted by your blog, so I wanted to thank you for being here. Your blog has kinda become my main source of information for the law, because you just make it so digestible and I really click with the way you explain things… idk, you just make things so easy to understand and make me feel so capable and powerful. I love you.

- 🐚

I love you moreeeee thank you so much <3

[ja3yun]

The Sun That Always Burns | S.JY pt.3

sim jaeyun x afab!reader

warnings: suggestive (smut-ish flashback), angst, lost love, pet names, not many warnings tbf, and not proofread. anything I missed please lmk!

wc: 10.3k+ (honestly, i need to make these shorter)

synopsis: you and jake's high school relationship blossomed into a romance filled with hope and promise. however, as time went on, jake's long-term expectations began to weigh heavily on you, who struggled to meet them. your paths eventually lead you in separate directions, each experiencing different aspects of life and ultimately moving on from your past love. unexpectedly, fate intervened and you both reunite after years apart. the reunion allows you to rediscover your feelings for each other but also forces you to navigate the complexities of your past and present.

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

a/n: hi! I'm giving you this chapter kinda quickly. heavy appearances from my wjsn ults because they are now integral to the story &lt;3 will update the next part during the week

4 years have passed since you left. No contact with your family, sometimes opting to send them a Christmas card with no return address just to let them know you’re alive. You missed them like crazy, more than any words could explain. It had been so long sometimes you wonder if you should go back, even for your mum’s birthday but it would be too awkward. The dramatic teen you left behind is who they knew you as, not the woman you’ve grown up to be. 

College changed you dramatically, for the better you like to hope. Your roommate Eunseo quickly became your other half, showing you the ropes of Avanti, Being a year older than you she was accustomed to the college, she picked you up when you needed it the most and she didn’t even have to. You thought she took pity on you at first, just taking you under her wing because you were a crying dismantled mess. But she was simply just the loveliest person in the whole world. You wouldn’t have made it to today without her. She left college last year and got a job close by so you saw her often and you were thankful for her every day. 

Throughout your college experience you did the typical; study, party, make questionable life choices at said parties. But one thing you couldn’t do was get into a relationship. 

You started hooking up with guys in your second year, just flings and one-night stands. Eunseo supported your habits, “I will always support women's rights and also their wrongs” she used to say every time you pre-gamed and she never asked why you didn’t get into a relationship. 

Jaeyun’s name hadn’t left your lips in 1460 days. A choice that you made as soon as you stepped off the bus in Pyeongchang. Jaeyun’s name also hadn't left your mind in 1460 days. Every touch from another felt wrong, every chat up line, every unwarranted dick pic. It wasn’t him so it didn’t matter to you. 

You started to enjoy yourself more as time went on, creating a new friend group and new memories. By the final year of college, you were content with your life, finding a degree in film was a fluke but you ended up loving every bit of it, an internship was on the horizon at HYBE Media to shadow a music video producer, your hair routine finally working out. Everything was coming up Y/N. This was the right choice. 

Yet you still thought about Jaeyun every day. What was he up to? Did he like living in Busan? Was he with someone else? Granted you don’t like to think about that last one too often or else you get a tightness in your chest. You wanted him to be happy but selfishly you didn’t want to know if that happiness was because of someone else. 

“Helloooo, Y/N, are you even listening?” Eunseo’s hand waves across your face as you come back from your zoned-out state, “Tell me what I just said.” She huffs and crosses her legs and arms, sitting back knowingly. Eunseo had invited you to a coffee date in a quaint little shop outside of your university. She originally introduced it to you on your second day here and it became your favourite spot. Laughing, crying, and hungover, you both occupied this little shop as if it were your second home.

You smile guilty and laugh, “You were talking about how much you love me and that we should get married,” you shrug and tilt your head jokingly.

“Weirdly you are close!” Her pointer finger is now in front of your face as she leans forward quickly in a flash. 

“I was?” You gave an incredulous look with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes! It has to do with marriage.” Her hands gesture an arch that can only remind you of the one SpongeBob imagination meme and you giggle. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re marrying Serim after like 2 dates.” You half joke and half panic, it wouldn’t be unlike her to do something like that and you both know it. Eunseo takes in your expression and slaps the table loudly and laughs. If there was one thing your best friend wasn’t good at it’s being quiet, and you love her so much for it.

“I like him a lot, but no. Actually, it's about my sister. You know she’s getting married?” You nod, sipping your coffee, “Well of course I’m the maid of honor,” she lifts the back of her hands and twinkles them under her chin and you chuckle, “Someone dropped out and there is a spare seat. Yeoreum is a freak and needs it filled for everything ‘to go as planned’”

You had never met any of Eunseo’s family, they lived a few hours away and despite the effort Eunseo made to invite you to every family gathering, even Christmas, you declined not wishing to be a burden. “I want you to come. I checked your schedule and you’re free, I have a dress, I’m driving us up,” she keeps rhyming off every reason you have ever given her to bail on traveling with her, “and you owe me one.”

Furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head you encourage her to continue, owe her for what? “Well you don’t owe me yet but I heard the best man is single, older than you, and has these gorgeous big eyes. I’ll set you both up.”

“So I owe you for something that hasn’t even happened yet? And you don’t even know if he is interested? Or single?”

“Details, details.” Eunseo’s hand waves dismissively, “Please just come. I want you to meet my family since you don’t have any of your own. Think of my family as yours.” 

Eunseo doesn’t know what happened back home. You never told her you didn’t have a family but that you were just estranged from them, never disclosing details, particularly that the reason you don’t go home is your own fault, she didn’t have to know. Eunseo didn’t know anything, not about Jaeyun, nothing at all and yet she didn’t pry into your past. You were so thankful for her.

“Eunseo,” rejection is on the tip of your lips but she’s pouting, her eyes big as she does her best to look cute, and to your dismay it works, “I’d love to come.” The sun suddenly started to shine and burn your skin as its light lay on you through the window.

“Amazing!” clapping her hands rapidly she giggles, “We’re leaving tomorrow.” 

Your eyes expand and she stands up not letting you protest at how soon the wedding is. “I thought she wasn’t getting married until Saturday?” You query and check your phone which reads Monday. 

Walking out she explains, “Yeah but I need to be there early for final fittings, yadda yadda, boring wedding stuff. So I’m taking you with me. Either that or you drive up yourself.” The glint in her eyes as she turns to you makes your face deadpan.

“Fuck you, you know I can’t drive.” She laughs and grabs your hand. 

“And I still don’t understand how you’re 23 and can’t even ride a go-kart without crashing.” Playfully you hit her arm and laughed, a memory of you and her go-karting painted your brain. After that, you never got behind another wheel. 

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You arrive at Eunseo’s parents' house and your jaw slacks open. It’s bigger than any house you’ve ever seen. Your best friend joked a lot about being rich but you didn’t know she was rich rich. There are stairs leading to a giant white door that compliments the ash-coloured stones that surround it. Moss is growing up on each side of the home with intentionally placed pink flowers decorating throughout. Those rich bitch houses are so ugly, I want as small a house as possible so I’m always close to you no matter what room I’m in. His voice plays in your head but you shake him out.

Her parents are graciously letting you and her stay in the spare bedrooms, you don’t dare ask how many rooms are actually in this castle. Something about the air feels strangely familiar. You shrug it off and head inside with your blue suitcase and steamed dress. You curse rich people for having so many stairs.

“My baby!” Eunseo’s dad shouts from the door, “How is my sweet angel?” He greets her at the top of the stairs and hugs her tightly. You miss your dad a lot. His comforting words, his piggyback rides, his weird cinnamon body wash that made you despise the spice, you missed it all. “This must be Y/N! It only took 4 years to meet you.” His chest lets out a deep laugh as he hugs you just as tightly as his own daughter. A smile plasters on your face as you hug him with one arm, the other outstretched to protect the dress. 

“Thank you for having me. It’s an honour to be part of your daughter’s big day.” Eunseo’s dad’s eyes turn to crescent moons as he smiles and steps aside to usher you into the big house. 

“The party is in a few hours. The happy couple aren’t here, running last-minute chores but you’ll meet them tonight.” He turns to you and points up the stairs, “Eunseo will show you where to get changed. If you need anything, me and the wife will be hovering around.” You side-eye Eunseo quickly and she smiles widely. She didn’t tell you about a party. 

Bowing slightly you thank him and follow Eunseo who is squealing, shouting about how excited she is for you to meet everyone. Sometimes you wonder if she is the relationship you’ve been seeking after Jaeyun, platonic or not, you love her all the same. 

A few hours later you hear bustling from the crowd gathered down the stairs, the party in full swing as Eunseo finishes curling a wispy strand of your hair. Glancing up at her you notice how beautiful she truly is; her bangs falling effortlessly to frame her face, her lips plump and naturally pouty, she was flawless. 

“If you keep staring I’ll literally take you on the bed.” She smiles and you laugh. Pouting her lips near your face she pretends to kiss you and you play into it. Life is so easy with her. “Go get changed, I need to see my masterpiece completed.” Walking away she picks up the dress and thrusts it into your chest, “You’re gonna look amazing. That babe of a best man is gonna fall at your feet.  Now go.” she shoos you into the ensuite bathroom.

Staring in the mirror you analyse her work on your face and hair. Never in your life have you ever looked so beautiful and you can’t help but stare. You shed your old life behind you yet this is the first time you really felt like you were reborn. The immature you left behind, the 23-year-old staring in the mirror coming up from the ashes.

Unzipping the garment bag you see the dress Eunseo picked for you and you gasp. Its a silky deep red dress. Far too sexy for something like this.

“Um, Eunseo? This dress is…” You hold it against you and observe what it would look like on you. Hot. That’s exactly how it would look and considering this was the first time meeting a whole family of someone dear to you, you’d rather be more covered up than this.

“Shut up it’s hot. My cousins will be wearing something way sluttier so it’s all good.” Her nonchalant tone doesn’t ease you but it’s either this or the dress she got you for the actual wedding. 

As you adorn the dress you notice how it fits you perfectly and hugs you in at the waist flatteringly. It’s been months since you’ve put something on this beautiful. Your cleavage is out just enough, the material stops at your mid-thighs, and you feel like a beauty queen. As you take yourself in your hand goes up to your necklace. That necklace. The gold of the sun complimented the dress perfectly. You never did bring yourself to take it off.

Opening the door you see Eunseo changed into a pastel blue dress, covering her arms and neck but cut out to leave her chest exposed just enough, a slit runs up her thigh. Your jaw is on the floor as she walks over and eyes you up and down. “Look at you! A literal goddess.” she smiles as she takes your hands. “You ready to upstage my sister at her own engagement party?”

“Eunseo…you did not pick these outfits to stand out on purpose did you?” Suddenly your heart is beating quickly and the urge to change is more than ever. 

“Of course not! We’re just hotter than anyone here, including her.” She laughs and hands you the pair of gold heels you eyed up as she unpacked her bags earlier. They were exactly your style. “Take these and put them on. Literally take them off whenever but for the grand entrance you need to be complete” She used her right hand to motion over your body. 

Putting the shoes on you grew about 4 inches taller and were on Eunseo’s eye level now. “Ready to rock this bitch?” You nod and she grabs your arm, dragging you down the stairs.

There are eyes on you everywhere and you can’t lie, it is a little uncomfortable considering the age range of the men staring are in their late 50s. It's a party like you’ve only seen in movies; waiters walk around with Hors D’oeurves and flutes of expensive champagne. You start to wonder how much all this cost and if you could convince someone at this party to pay off your student loan. 

“Hey Eunseo?” You grab her attention as she hands you a glass of bubbly happily, “I just realised I don’t know Yeoreum’s fiance’s name.” 

“Oh,” She laughs loudly and slaps your arm, “It’s Jaeyun.” Your heart stops for a moment, there are lots of Jaeyun’s in Korea. Jaeyun from TO1 could walk through that door for all you knew. “Jake is what he goes by though.” Your heart drops rapidly. There might be a lot of Jaeyuns but none that also go by Jake. Part of you wishes it was the biggest coincidence in the world but as voices fill the archway into the living room where you and your best friend reside you see Yeoreum, more beautiful than any picture Eunseo showed you could capture, and Jaeyun. Your Jaeyun.

Static is all you hear as you watch him greet guests and thank them for coming, and each footstep closer to you has your mouth going moist, ready to vomit. He hasn’t noticed you and if you had control of your body you would be bolting out the door instantly, but your mind has glued your feet to the floor. You take him, his face more defined than his previous squishy state, he’s wearing a fitted black suit blazer with no shirt underneath and matching wide-leg black trousers, and his hair is slicked back with stray pieces falling around his face. He looks expensive. He looks like the home you once knew.

You see Eunseo talking to you but as your eyes meet his, that static you once heard turns into rapid heartbeats. Your body is flushing with heat as you notice how his eyes widen for a second, his body turns to you instinctively.

“Eunseo!” Yeoreum squeals and shuffles quickly to give her sister an all-consuming hug, just like you want to do to Jaeyun right now. “Jakey come here” she beacons her fiance towards the both of you and without blinking or taking his eyes off you he walks cautiously forward. “You must be Y/N? Eunseo talks about you all the time.” 

She’s lovely. Gorgeous, clearly kind, she’s perfect just like her sister and it makes you want to cry. She’s perfect for him.

Plastering a smile on your face you fake glee as you hug her lightly, stealing another glance at Jaeyun while she can’t see you. He might have gotten older but those eyes still looked the same. “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you pull away and step back, sole focus on his bride, “Congratulations.” It's bitter and you say it quickly.

“Aw thank you!” She beams and you feel like being sick again. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to go to the restroom, I’ll be right back.” You excuse yourself and rush past the couple and Eunseo leaving a gust of air behind you. Clutching your chest you run upstairs for an escape. Out of all the best friend’s sister’s fiances, how was he the one you were faced with? Pushing the guest room door open you scuttle in and take a few deep breaths reliving the moments just before.

“Y/N?” The Australian accent hits you hard as you turn around and meet his eyes. It takes only seconds before his hands have cupped your face and his body dangerously presses against yours, so close you can feel his heart, a heart that used to beat only for you.

“Baby,” he pauses as his eyes search your face trying to convince himself that you aren’t a dream, “where did you go?” Jaeyun desperately whines, his voice cracking in sadness as his forehead touches yours. There is love laced within the melancholic question. Instinctively your hands grab his wrists as you close your eyes. “Princess, please talk to me. '' He's pleading, begging for any explanation. Jaeyun’s hands go from your cheeks and trace down your shoulders, his eyes scanning every inch of your face in desperation. He doesn’t believe you’re real and in front of him, your face is more mature yet still the same girl he loves even after all these years. 4 years he’s waited for you to come back to him.

Your silence and shallow breathing urge him to ask more questions, his thumbs stroking the area between the base of your neck and collarbone. “What happened?”

“You’re engaged.”  The first words out of your mouth take him aback. His mouth stays open, his hands leaving your body leaving you cold, and shivering. “She seems nice-”

“Don’t do that,” His bottom jaw slowly clenching as he speaks, “Please don’t act fine like this. Don’t make it seem like I’m the only one that’s hurting for us right now.” You sob without tears as you see him vulnerable and eyes beseeching. Jaeyun’s hands point to you before coming together in a praying motion, “I looked for you everywhere. I spent months trying to find you.” Deep down you knew he would have looked for you, but not for months, maybe for a couple of weeks before he left for Busan, but never months, “What did I do?”

Without a beat, you respond, “Nothing. You could never do anything.” 

“You don’t just abandon people you love, Y/N. Not us. There had to be something I did to make you fall out of lov-”

“Jake!” You hear a familiar voice shout and your head falls down to stare at your shoes. 

“Baby please,” Jaeyun wants to hold you, kiss you, understand what happened but he can’t. Not right now. 

“You should go, I’ll leave in the morning-”

“Don’t leave me again, baby, please.” His voice is quiet, despair etched within his tone. His eyes fall on your necklace, the necklace that he gifted you. His eyes trail down to properly take you in and if he wasn’t astounded before by your mere presence he was now, “You look so beautiful, just like always.”

“Jake your dad is gonna make a speech-” Heeseung's voice bellows throughout the room and yet you and Jaeyun don’t take your eyes off each other. As Heeseung walks in he freezes at the sight of you. Over the years Heeseung silently forgave you, seeing his best friend move on with Yeoreum brought him some solace when he thought about what you did to Jaeyun, but now the anger that was dissipated through time is bubbling up again, “Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?” His tone is surprised more than angry, but you can tell he’s fuming.

You don’t dare look at him. 

“You should get back to your engagement party." Nothing but a whisper as it comes out. You’ve lost him as quickly as you got him back. You did this, and now you need to deal with the consequences. Brushing past him and Heeseung you make your way back to Eunseo ignoring his hand that grazed your wrist in an attempt to stop you.

His family was here, his friends, people from your past that you wanted to forget. The pressure was starting to become too much as you rushed down the stairs before colliding with someone, “I’m sorry.” You bow quickly.

“Y/N?” Mr. Sim’s voice quips in astonishment, “What are you doing here?” His head comes down so his eyes are level with yours, “What-” He has no words, looking at the girl he thought was going to marry his son. 

“Mr. Sim, It’s nice to see you again” You bow but still avoid eye contact. “I’m sure you’re proud of Jaeyun.” 

“Darling, we thought something awful happened to you.” The sincerity in his voice made you look up at him, heartache carved in your features “Your mum and dad haven’t stopped worrying about you.” A hand is placed on your shoulder and as you look down you see Eunseo.

“Girl there you are! You took one long bathroom break.” She laughs and bows to Mr. Sim, “Ready for your speech, Sir?” Mr. Sim looks at you inquisitively before returning Eunseo’s bow.

“I’ve been preparing this speech for years, only some minor tweaks.” His eyes find yours and you start to think maybe he’s hinting towards the speech he would have given at Jaeyun and your engagement party. “Better head.” Lips forming a tight smile he descends the stairs. 

His words circle your brain. You understood your parents would worry but all of these years you never had to face it, not until your past was being pushed onto you. Eunseo takes your hand and pulls you to the dining area where people are gathered to make speeches and say their congratulations. 

Jaeyun strolls in behind Heeseung, his hands in his pockets before he notices his soon-to-be wife and wraps one arm around her. Tears threaten to spill as you watch the loving action. That should have been you. You should be marrying him, taking his second name, being his everything.

A fork clinks with a wine glass as Mr. Sim starts his speech. “Thank you everyone for coming. I will make this short considering I’m sure you’re all sick of us talking, especially when there is a free bar.” the people occupying the room laugh loudly and you see Yeoreum smile up at Jaeyun. It killed you but like always you put a smile on your face, “My son, he’s always been someone to wear his heart on his sleeve, always giving one hundred percent of himself to the person he loves,” Mr. Sims eyes fall on you and you feel like the speech is somehow directed to you, “Jaeyun deserves to have someone who loves him unconditionally, without prejudice, without pride, and always with his best interest in mind. I believe he’s found that.” 

Crushed. Your heart can’t take the rest of the speech as you walk out of the room and bolt for the entrance of the house. Heaving your chest to gasp for air you feel yourself clutching at your chest, if you hadn’t had a panic attack before in your life you would have thought you were having a heart attack. You breathe out harshly, gasping for air as you lean on the banister. Someone comes up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder gently. 

You hear muffled words but don’t take anything in as the figure guides you to sit on the steps, their hands rubbing your arms to keep you warm.

“Breathe for me, Y/N. He He Hoo or whatever.” You follow the words and inhale two breaths sharply and exhale extendedly. “That’s it.”

Your vision starts to come into focus as you see Heeseung in front of you, his Bambi eyes soft as his thumbs rub circles into your upper arms, “Keep doing that for me, okay?” He’s always been so kind to you, that you want to cry and he notices, “Hey, look at me, Y/N. Tell me about that band you used to like way back when.” Heeseung is trying to distract you but your brain is fuzzy and tears are rolling down your face, “The one with that rapper Jaeyun was always jealous of because you had him as your lock screen?"

“Monsta X?” you breathe out and he smiles lightly.

“Yeah, tell me about them. Are they still together?” His hands leave your arms as he discards his jacket from his body and wraps it around you.

Nodding you start to answer his question, “Yeah, they’re still together.” You sniffle and feel your heart start to slow down and breathe at ease, “Most of them are in the military now.” Your lips naturally form into a pout as you think about your favourite band being separated, not being whole until 2027.

“Sucks doesn’t it? I felt the same about ONF.” He laughs and so do you, letting out a singular sob as you do so.

“I didn’t mean to come here, Hee. Her sister is my best friend.” His eyes go wide and then looks down, his hands finding their way to your knees. 

“Y/N, you can’t be here. He finally moved on.” There is a pleading intertwined with sorrow in his voice and you slowly nod. “He’s happy.”

“Heeseung?” Jaeyun’s voice pierces through you, the warmth from Heeseung’s jacket becoming null as goosebumps prickle your skin. “Can I talk with her?” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, man.” They’re talking like you aren’t even there and a part of this too yet your voice is too weak to speak up and share your thoughts. Tension is looming in the air as Heeseung gives the man you love a stern stare, but Jaeyun has always been stubborn when it comes to you. If he can’t talk to you now he will find a way. However, for now, at least, Jaeyun listens to his best man, and with one more glace to your fragile body he heads back to his party. It hurts him to see you like this, he wants nothing more than to swoop you up and take you in his arms like he used to all those years ago.

The party continues as you head back in making your way to the guest bedroom, giving excuses to those asking simply saying you’re tired from travelling. You miss him being yours. That was the real exhaustion.

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The party ended a couple of hours ago, the once loud and busy foyer now dark as you tip-toe down the stairs, heedful to not wake anyone up. It’s 5 am when you awake dying of thirst and decide to leave the comfy double bed of the guest bedroom and get a glass of water. Looking around you see empty wine glasses, a few smashed ones lined up on the long table just beside the stair banister. It truly was a magnificent party and in any other circumstance, you would have had a great time. Yeoreum’s family is lovely and welcoming it’s no wonder they have so many friends, and no wonder Jaeyun fell in love with her and fit so perfectly as her soon-to-be husband. 

A leak of light bleeds from the kitchen and you presume an under-unit lamp is still on but as your feet scuffle into the kitchen you see a broad back staring at you. Taking in the figure you notice their blue and yellow checked pajama bottoms and casual black t shirt evidently not intended to be worn together but clearly the first thing they could find. 

A creak sounds from under you alerting them of your presence causing them to whip around. Jaeyun. One of his eyes was shut indicating he was not long up himself, his dark hair fluffy and tussled but still slightly in place due to the remnants of styling wax. He takes your breath away every time.

“Hi.” You whisper and make your way to the fridge. Heeseung was right, it wasn’t a good idea to speak to each other. When you saw Jaeyun again after all these years you thought he would be mad, scream at you to get out, seething in hate, but that was never who Jaeyun was. Instead, you felt his love shooting through you and that was the dangerous part.

“It’s late.” His eyes never leave you as he watches you pour a glass of filtered water. 

“Or early.” You shrug and lean against the unit not daring to look at him. “I guess it depends on whether you went to sleep or not.” you mumble, small talk never being your thing. 

Jaeyun still feels like he’s in a dream. Your presence is haunting yet he hasn’t felt more at home. Just the simplicity of you being in this kitchen is enough for him to experience contentment he hasn’t felt in years. Not since then. 

“When did you get engaged?” The question punches him slap-bang in the middle of his chest, the wind escaping his body. 

With his head hanging low and his middle finger tracing his coffee mug he muttered, “ A few months ago.” to which you nodded and pursed your lips. “What about you?” he questions back, “you seeing anyone?”

“No.” It’s sharp and direct but you don’t want to touch on the subject any further, you didn’t want to accidentally divulge that you couldn’t get over him, not when he was sitting afore you an engaged man. It’s embarrassing.

Jaeyun sucks in a breath and holds it as if he was going to say something but in his hesitance, you speak up again. “Eunseo, she’s my best friend.” giving the information as a way to explain why you’re here. “I didn’t know it was you getting married to Yeoreum, I promise.” Your eyes are begging for him to look at you so he can see the sincerity in your words but he never does, opting to just nod slowly. “I’ll make up an excuse to get out of here before the wedding.”

“Why did you leave, Y/N?” Jaeyun’s voice is soft but laced with hurt, “Tell me why because for 4 fucking years I still haven’t been able to figure it out.” 

No words come out of your mouth, instead, you bite your lip trying to pluck up courage, suddenly the idea of him looking at you made you uncomfortable but of course, now his eyes are on you. “You owe me that much.”

“I-,” You place the glass of water down and grip the counter behind you tightly, “I…I didn’t get into any colleges that I applied for, none near Busan. Only one accepted me but it was a few hours away.” His eyebrows are crossed in confusion as he asks, “What do you mean? I thought you only applied for ones near Apollo. We had planned-”

“My grades weren’t good enough to get into any colleges in Busan.” There is a slight venom in your tone but it’s not directed at him but rather yourself. “If I had told you I wasn’t going with you, I was scared you would give up your dream school and just fuck it all off to be with me.” You finally look at him and the confusion is dispelling from his face as you continue, “You said it yourself, you would have gone anywhere if it meant being with me. I couldn’t ask you to do that. I would live with the guilt every day, watching you attend a subpar college all because of me. I loved you Jaeyun I couldn’t do that to you.” 

Jaeyun doesn’t miss the past tense usage of ‘love’ but he rewinds, “So you left our relationship because…it would be long distance?” 

“Jaeyun it wasn’t just that, I did think about long distance but I knew you would grow at college without me, i kept thinking about what you said. The whole slowly breaking away from each other because we become different people stuff got in my head and I couldn’t bear to slowly lose you, so I-”

“So you thought leaving me without a word was the right way to go? Y/N we could have worked it out, we would have figured out a solution.” Jaeyun stands up and walks over to you, “I didn’t mean to pressure you into moving, or applying for the same college, or fuck even making you doubt our chances at long distance.” His hand naturally caresses your cheek as you let a tear slip.

Shaking your head you look up at him, “I was stupid and I didn’t want you to worry about me, you already had so much going on between work and school. But look, you went to college and you grew up, look at what you have.” Your hands gesture upstairs to where Yeoreum sleeps peacefully unaware of what is transpiring in her parent’s kitchen.

“We could have had this Y/N. You could be the one I’m marrying if you just let me look after you like a boyfriend is supposed to if you trusted me enough.”

“I did trust you.”

“Not enough to tell me what was going on when I gave you that ring. Y/N-” He huffs out loudly and drags a hand through his hair. “That should have been your opening to talk to me about all this. I love you so much I would have made long-distance work.” His deep eyes are searching into yours. All these questions he has and you can’t answer or retaliate to any of them. “When I gave you that ring and made that promise to be yours forever I wasn’t fucking around okay? I meant it.” He lets out a dry laugh and takes your hands in his. “Baby, I love you.”

You stand too stunned to speak. Here Jaeyun was after all these years still hopelessly yours. An engaged Jaeyun was still in love with you. You want to let out a laugh of disbelief but you’re frozen. The room is silent except for the annoyingly loud hum of the refrigerator. 

Jaeyun notices how your eyes fall to his lips as he licks them wet, taking the opportunity to lean forward just enough that his breath hits yours. If your lips touch you no doubt know you won’t ever let him go. 

“Jaeyun…”

Footsteps are heard behind you both and you push Jaeyun away forcefully but despite the other presence making themselves known, his eyes never leave your tear-glassed ones. “Baby,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear but you shake your head and barge past him, head down so the other person doesn’t see you. “Y/N?” Jaeyun calls out, reckless abandonment is telling him to chase after you but as he feels an arm stopping him to a halt he looks up and sees Heeseung. 

“Jake, don’t.”

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Stirring in your sleep you groan as you hear a plethora of laughing coming from downstairs causing you to take the pillow from under you and suffocate your ears with it. After last night’s tragic events you just wanted to go home. Nothing would make you happier than to catch the first bus back to your flat and rewatch every episode of Fleabag to take your mind off of everything. Jaeyun was still in love with you and selfishly you hoped he hated you after what you did, that way your heart wouldn’t leap at every word he said. 

Baby, I love you

You shake the thought away and give in, sitting up and looking around the room. Eunseo is gone, probably downstairs being the reason for everyone’s laughter you think to yourself. With a huff, you pull the covers off your body and immediately feel the cold breeze causing you to shiver. You don’t know if it's a coincidence or not but as goosebumps rise on your legs and arms, Jaeyun’s laugh is heard over everyone else. You missed his laugh so much, your heart had a shot of pain pierce come on so suddenly. There was a glimmer of sun outside that made your necklace sparkle as you proceeded for the door.

It was as if your ears could only hear Jaeyun as you walked quietly down the stairs. “If it’s Yeoreum making him laugh I might kill myself.” you mutter, pulling your hair up in a pony. It’s dramatic but right now you can’t face to see them in love, it hurts. You’re hurting.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Euneo stands up and scurries to the kitchen, grabbing a plate for you, “Mum just made breakfast.” 

“Hey! I helped.” Yeoreum faked offence which Eunseo simply rolled her eyes in response. She handed you the plate before you could tell her you weren’t hungry. “Sit down, Y/N, please.” Eunseo’s mum points to the empty chair at the comically large table, you suppose she does have a large family. 

Luckily for you, the seat was situated far enough away from Jaeyun that you could avoid him, unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid his eyes burning holes into the side of your face. You ignore him and scan the feast of food before you and you wonder if this is what it was like for Annie in Parent Trap when Chessy made a buffet of all her favourites. “Eat up, Y/N, there is plenty here.” Yeoreum and Eunseo’s mum says.

“Thanks, Mrs. Son.”  You pick up a few hash browns and start to eat one. That’s when you become aware of the enemy of all condiments, black pepper. It was a great tool in the kitchen, adding a little flavour and spice. Not for you though, the black powdered devil always makes your tongue itch. Who the fuck puts black pepper on hash browns? You think to yourself, face scrunching and teeth running along your tongue as you pour yourself a glass of water and take a huge swig. It does nothing at all so you go to excuse yourself to get a glass of juice or anything with taste but before you can there is a glass of apple juice placed beside you. Glancing up you see Jaeyun placing the cup with a knowing look on his face.

Of course, he knew. He knew everything about you and with the face you were pulling it was one he had seen too many times at restaurants.

“Why the fuck would they season their food with this, like, isn’t that what these are for?” You grabbed a pepper shaker and started waving it in his face. You had both gotten back from a day-turned-overnight trip to the beach and stopped off at a service station in the middle of nowhere, the diner was quaint with an American feel to it, undoubtedly your favourite kind.

“Princess I think your weird tongue is the only one that would complain.” Jaeyun laughed and swapped your eggs for his bacon. “There, now there is no pepper in sight.” He also passed over his apple juice with a bright smile.

“Take this.” His deep voice pulled you back to reality. Thanking him you take the cup and chug it quietly, but everyone's eyes are on you.

“You don’t like the food, Y/N?” Mrs. Son says not offended but certainly not pleased. Waving your hand quickly you swallow the liquid and explain, “No, it's lovely Mrs Son, me and pepper just don’t go well together.” 

Yeoreum looks at Jaeyun with furrowed brows but doesn’t question it. There is a massive part of him that knows he should have left you to deal with it yourself so as to not raise suspicion but his instincts kicked in. He takes Yeoreum’s hand and kisses the back of it tenderly. It stings your heart.

“So,” Mr Son claps his hands diverting the attention to him, “I thought since the whole wedding party is here we should get to know each other. We will be family once Saturday passes after all.” A groan comes softly from your right and you turn to see Heeseung with his eyes shut. 

“If he makes us play charades I’m passing my best man duties to literally anyone else.” He whispers to you which causes you to snort laugh and bite your mouth shut. You miss Heeseung’s smile as he watches you. He always did love you like a sister despite everything. He knew this situation wasn’t just hurting Jaeyun and after last night he was sure you were just as heartbroken as he was.

“We’re going to have a friendly game of football!”

“Dad, I can’t get bruised before my big day!” Yeoreum exclaims, her arms wrapped around her body to protect her from an imaginary ball flying at her. Jaeyun laughs and rubs her arms, “Reumie I don’t think your dad means you guys.” 

Heeseung’s hand lands on your shoulder as you watch the loving act. They did look good together you couldn’t lie about that. Their energy matched, they would make the most beautiful children to ever walk this earth, and even their sense of style was similar - casual but fashionable. 

“I was going to say 5 v 5, there are enough men here right?” Mr Son starts counting around the table as Heeseung slowly slides down the chair, his eyes hidden behind this hand as he pretends to rub his forehead. 

“I thought you liked football, Hee?” You whisper but he shakes his head violently. 

“Used to. I have since grown a great distaste for it, especially with Yeoreum’s cousins. They’re brutal and leave me bruised.” he mutters the last few words and you laugh leaning close.

“Aw is Hee scared of a little bruise.” He doesn’t appreciate your taunting yet he smiles and rolls his eyes. “You’re almost as good as Jaeyun, you can handle yourself I mean look.” You sneakily point to one of the cousins who is on his 3rd plate of food, “He’s going to be so full he can’t move, stick by him and you’ll look like Messi or something.”

Heeseung laughs out loud, “Oh! Heeseung I almost didn’t count you.” Mr Son claps, “That makes 10!”

Heeseung’s tongue pokes the side of his face as his rage-filled eyes look right into yours. You mouth a half-hearted ‘sorry’ and hold in a giggle. “I’ll kick the ball in your face.” He warns but you’re too busy chuckling to notice. 

Eunseo’s eyes meet yours with her eyebrows raised. Giving her a confused look you knit your eyebrows together to ask her what that look on her face is for but she simply smirks and looks at Heeseung. Fuck. You forgot that was her favour to you, to set you up with the dishy best man. Oh if only she knew. You and Heeseung were so out of this world impossible that you had to fight to hold in your laughter. 

“What’s so funny?” Heeseung whispers and his lips graze the shell of your ear. You quickly turn around and his face is incredibly close to yours. Eunseo must be loving this.

“Eunseo promised to set me up with the hot best man. That was my bribe to get me here.” A shallow laugh leaves his throat and he sits up, hands pointed to his chest.

“I am hot to be fair.” He jokingly smirks causing you to hit his chest playfully. “What? Do you not think so?” 

“I know so. It’s just how cocky you are about it all,” Heeseung’s lips part to say something but you stop him, “If you’re going to make a joke about your dick I don’t want to hear it, Hee.” he shuts his mouth instantly. You missed this just as much as you missed Jaeyun. The banter between you and your friends is what kept you from losing your mind most of your high school days, and right now it’s taking your mind off this ridiculous situation. 

“Eunseo tried it on with me once,” Heeseung says while eyeing her up and giving her a wave. 

“But she acted like she didn’t know you? When she brought you up it was as if she had never met you.” He scoffs as you recall the conversation in the cafe.

“I rejected her, she’s not my type. Plus, she wanted double dates all the time, and don’t get me wrong I love Jake and Yeoreum but they’re insufferable. Kinda like you and hi-” He halts himself mid-sentence and looks at you apologetically. “Sorry.” You wave it off and pretend it doesn’t hurt you to hear before he continues, “I probably shouldn’t say this but if it’s any consolation, he isn’t half as infatuated with her as he was you.” It does bring some solace but you try not to let it sit in your mind too long. 

“I’m not having a great time with it but at least he’s happy.” You mumble playing with your fingers and picking at the skin. Heeseung’s big hands encase your smaller ones as he squeezes them discreetly.

“You’ll always be his first love, just remember that. And who knows,” He leans back in his chair with that smug look on his face once again, “Your next love might be the hot best man.” 

Pinching the bridge of your nose you can’t help but laugh again. “Heeseung please shut up.”

While you and Heeseung were talking, none of you noticed Jaeyun staring purposefully as if his eyes could pry you two apart. He wasn’t jealous, no, he was just wishing he was with you both like old times, laughing with you as if no time had passed. Yeoreum strokes his arm lightly and looks up at him. “Jakey, you okay?” to which Jaeyun hums and turns to her, kissing her forehead lightly. “Never better, Reumie.” Lies but as his lips touch her head he remembers last night and how his lips felt like they had found their way home.

“Okay! Let’s go and get ready for a full day ahead. The game starts in an hour.” Mr Son’s voice bellowed throughout the dining area.

“Come on,” Heeseung takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen, “You’re eating something before you’re tormented by the whole aunt brigade.” Heeseung’s always been so sweet. Whoever ties him down is going to be the luckiest girl in the world.

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The game had been on for 20 minutes and you can’t escape the daggers coming from Mrs. Sim across the table. Of course she’s mad, you hurt her precious baby boy, you completely understand but that doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable. She liked you a lot before everything went down, always treating you like her own but now it’s like her heart turned cold towards you, a contrast to her husband who seems to actually tolerate you enough to be civil. Meeting the Sim family again was beyond awkward but you were thankful none of them let on to the others about you and Jaeyun’s history. 

“My Jakey is so good at football. He said he used to play in high school.” Yeoreum gushes, her hands clasped beside her cheeks as she watches her fiance on the garden lawn.

“Yeah, he was the captain in high school. Almost got a scholarship but he didn't want to do that professionally.” You say and sip at your white wine and lemonade top. 

“How do you know he was captain?” The question comes from Eunseo and you nearly choke on the sweet wine. Shit 

“Yes Y/N, how do you know?” Mrs. Sim quips and you want to die. You look over at the men on the field and panic trying to find any rhyme or reason you would know that information. Maybe I should put on a strip and join them, a ball to the face would be less painful. 

“Oh, um, me and Jae- Jake spoke about it at the party. Getting to know him and all that.” your words are rushed and your hand reaches for the bottle to pour more wine. Admittedly, this is probably the last thing you should be doing, getting drunk and not running your mouth was never something that came easily. The party of girls nod and accept your answer. You need to be more careful. You don’t dare look at Mrs Sim with the fear of being obliterated on the spot. 

“You got this, baby!” Yeoreum shouts loudly and gains the attention of Jaeyun, his smile bright as he waves, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile back and give him two thumbs up. He starts to wipe his face with the bottom of his t-shirt to gather the sweat. It gives you a peak of his lower abdomen and you feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. 

The mind is a powerful tool and also your greatest enemy at the moment as you recollect every time you kissed down his stomach, sometimes leaving hickeys to mark him as yours. You remember how his jaw would slack open the lower you got, the moans that would fall from his lips as your tongue trailed from his belly button to the top of his boxer waistband. When his dick was pressed against that very stomach you would trace your fingers touching everything but his cock. You swallow hard, thighs clenching together, you can’t think these thoughts but fuck it was so easy.

Jaeyun notices your face change and smirks, biting his lip and ogling at your thighs rubbing against each other just like you used to when you were turned on by him. His eyes dart to his fiances but she seems unbothered by his act. Heeseung comes up behind him and wraps an arm over his shoulder. “Dude this is rough-” he pauses and follows Jaeyun’s eyes, “What you looking at? Yeoreum? Y/N?” he whispers only your name and it makes Jaeyun sigh.

“Let’s just get back to the game yeah? Sooner we beat these old men the sooner I can have a beer.” Heeseung laughs and claps his best friend’s back.

While you're zoning out, your best friend speaks up. “Heeseung looks good, huh Y/N?” Eunseo giggles and nudges your shoulder with hers. “I thought I saw him flirting with you earlier.” You laugh and shake your head dismissively. 

“Nah he was just engaging in conversation.” Everyone is looking at you waiting for you to elaborate, “Oh, it was just usual chit-chat. Weather, work, small talk stuff.” 

Eunseo doesn’t buy your chatter, she’s convinced after seeing you both this morning that you two will be the next wedding she attends. “Y/N, he was all over you at the table!” Eunseo chimes and tries to recreate the scene for the other girls at the table, “He was all like touchy, and your faces were like here!” Her nose brushes yours to which you laugh it off and push her lightly, shaking your head.

“Well I think you should try to speak to him more, he seems interested.” Yeoreum says and you try not to laugh in her face.

Mrs Sim snorts and sets her wine glass down. “Yeoreum, honey, Y/N isn’t his type. He likes classy girls, loyal girls with a good sense of worth.” Ouch. It was probably deserved but shit did that prick your heart. Eunseo looks at you confused but you shrug and don’t pay attention to it.

“Heeseung isn’t my type either.” you mutter. Yeoreum leans her elbow on the table and places her face in her palm as she asks, “What is your type then, Y/N?”

Jaeyun.

“Eh, I like guys who are sweet, um, they laugh at stupid jokes,” You start to look at Jaeyun as you continue, “I like when guys are attentive and know things about you that you don’t even really know yourself because they listen to every little thing you say.”

The girls around the table are gawking at you, “Y/N? Have you ever been in love? You must have been!” One of the bridesmaids asks excitedly. You shrug your head to the side and laugh.

“Once upon a time but that was forever ago.” You slyly look at Mrs. Sim and it was astronomically the worst decision. Her face was overcome with disgust.

Ironically, it’s Yeoreum asking the question now, “Tell us about it. Wasn’t he the ‘one’”. How do you say to her that your love, the one you want to spend forever with, is hers? 

“I think he was but I was an idiot, too young to understand that we should have fought through our challenges rather than me running away from them.” The honesty in your voice is raw and you’re holding down the tears. One of the bridesmaids asks, “How do you know someone is the one?” 

“J-” You almost say his name but smoothly continue without anyone noticing, “You know because there is an easiness in loving someone you know you're going to spend your life with. It comes naturally like breathing. There’s no trying to impress, no hiding parts of you. You both love each other like it’s the only thing you know how to do right. Even if you're apart, when you eventually come back together you slide right back into where you left off. Your love is infinite." 

Yeoreum starts to cry "That’s like me and Jake." The crowd of girls hurry to her side and hug her as she sobs, encouragements from her party saying how they are ‘meant to be’ flood your ears. While they are distracted you wipe a tear, that’s when you feel a hand hold yours. Mrs Sim has a mournful look on her face, her thumb swiping over the back of your hand now seated next to you. Its unexpected but this is a step up from the hateful glares and you’re more than thankful.

Her eyes hold a love for you just like those years ago, maybe it took you explaining your feelings for her to truly understand how sorry you were about the whole situation, opening her up to forgive you even a little bit.

Yeoreum composes herself, fanning her face with her hands as everyone proceeds back to their seats, everyone except Mrs Sim who stays by your side, forcing Eunseo to move to the opposite end. “Thanks, girls. Ugh I just love him so much.” 

Don’t ask it. Don’t ask it. Your brain is screaming to ask her the question that you know would set you off, “How did you two meet?” The words fall from your lips before you can catch them with your teeth.

A smile spreads widely across her face as her whole body turns to you. This is the first time you have properly examined her features and you wish you didn’t. Easily she is one of the most beautiful girls to ever exist, her small face but big features making her look otherworldly, her body is naturally slender, her black hair is long and sleek straight, her bangs fit around her face perfectly, her eyes gleamed with life and love. She was truly perfection. “We met at Apollo! You know the college in Busan?” Her eyes twinkle and you become jealous because in the past 4 years, your eyes have become dull and empty, “He was walking to class in the East block and I just thought he was the hottest guy I had ever seen.” 

Mrs. Sim delicately squeezes your hand but doesn’t spare a glance. Despite her feelings for you, she knows this isn’t easy for you and she doesn’t envy you in this situation at all. “I just walked up to him and asked him out. He was so reluctant at first, saying he was still getting over his ex,” she smiles at the memory, “and let me tell you, after that night he probably didn’t think about her again.” Yeoreum smirked as the girls squealed.

“Yeoreum, as his mother I don’t need to hear this.” Mrs. Sim scoffs, her face slightly disgusted. The bride-to-be mouthed a quick sorry and continued, “We went totally casual for a while, but you know how things escalate, he was in love with me by like the third time I met him.”

You nodded at her as she continued to tell you about her romance with the love of your life and you feel your heart slide its way into the pit of your stomach. It's nauseating how he found a love and you couldn’t even face dating anyone. But you couldn’t be mad, of course not, because you did this.

“Y/N?” You look up to see Heeseung and Jaeyun, both of them with their eyes on you purposefully. Yeoreum grabs Jaeyun’s hands yet his eyes don’t leave your face. Heeseung’s voice continues, “Can I grab you for a minute? I got a-” he pauses to think of an excuse, “I need a second pair of hands to bring out more drinks, yeah?” His eyebrow raises at you to follow along to which you nod and stand up. Noticing Eunseo’s stares you shake your head and give her a small smile. 

Heeseung’s fingers interlock with yours as he leads you away into the house and suddenly you feel like you can breathe again. “Y/N you okay? You looked like you were gonna throw up.” You look up at him, his 6”0 frame towering over you. 

“I’m fine, just asking questions I know I shouldn’t.” You let out a half-hearted laugh and smile sheepishly at him, “It’s okay. How was the game?” Proceeding to the kitchen you open the fridge to pick up the jug of margarita Yeoreum and Eunseo had lovingly made with way too much spirit and minimal mixers. 

“I still hate you for getting me caught, but we beat them so,” He shrugs and reaches from behind you to grab a six-pack of Peroni, “Wasn’t as eventful as your time at the interrogation table. I saw them all grilling you.” You snicker and disagree.

“Nah, they were just asking about my life, the usual.” It wasn’t the full truth but it wasn’t a lie either. 

Heeseung moves from behind you and leans against the kitchen island, one foot propped up on the base of the counter, swinging the beers between his legs. “How was Mrs. Sim? That must have been hard, I could feel her ice-cold stare from the other end of the garden.” He opens up the packet of 6 and hands you one, “Open this for me?” You nod and take it from him, setting the jug down to pop open the lid with the edge of the unit before giving it back to him. 

“I thought I was going to die I can’t lie, but then she was okay, I think?” You question the interaction in your head, “She was nicer to me as the afternoon went on, but I think it was pity.” Heeseung brings the bottle to his lips and sips the cold beer and his eyebrows lifted.

“I don’t think It would be pity, you know she loved you more than Jake, at least that’s what he always thought." He pauses and takes a sip from his bottle before dramatically pulling it from his lips and pointing towards you, "Fuck, didn’t she have your wedding dress practically paid for?” 

This was news to you and Heeseung guessed as much by the look on your face, “You didn’t know? She always went about how she had a separate savings account for you and Jake’s wedding. I think she still has it.”

You look at him quizically, “Wait, why would she still have it? Surely she would have put it to this wedding.” You search for a glass to pour the margarita into and wait for Heeseung to respond.

“Nah, they didn’t pay a penny for this. They don’t want him to marry her.”

“WHAT?!” You exclaim and turn around bug-eyed and mouth open, “What do you mean? His dad was saying all that nice stuff at the toast, and his mum looked like she was bursting with pride when Yeoreum was talking about Jake.” 

There was a silence in the air as Heeseung stepped forward and grabbed your shoulders, “They like her, but babe she isn’t you. Mr. and Mrs. Sim know Jake doesn-, you know what I shouldn’t be saying anything.” You plead with him to continue, gripping his hands that are placed on you, “Hee, please, Jake doesn’t what?”  

Just as Heeseung is about to divulge very useful information, Eunseo walks in with her hands up, “Ignore me, love birds, just came to get the jug of fun,” she spots it behind you and points, “Can you grab me that please?” 

Stepping back, Heeseung grabs the jug and hands it to Eunseo, “We were just coming out anyway, right angel.” 

Oh, you were going to murder him. His face smug and Eunseo’s mouth breaking into a large smile, you grab your glass and head out with them, Heeseung’s hands on your hips and lips to your ear, “Let me give her what she wants.” You turn around, eyes scolding him.

“Don’t even think about it, and don’t think I’ll let our little conversation go either.” As you walk and warn Heeseung, you’re already outside, a pair of usually wide, bright eyes, now thin as they watch you and his best friend joke around.

Jaeyun is seething.

[recurring-polynya]

Hi! I know you don't write her very often, but I love your Unohana. I don't know if this is an extra scene request, exactly, but re: your Renji joins squad 4 au, you've mentioned that he's probably seen Unohana's bankai. How would that even go down, and how unhinged would Unohana get? In this au, does Renji ever learn more about Unohana or does she just skirt around the topic forever? (If this is a no go then no need to publish, or, heck, even if it's fine I'm a nervous wreck just sending this)

I really did try to stick to the prompt this time, but it ended up being more about what Unohana knows about Renji, instead of the other way around. Thanks, queen who gives us nothing!! Anyway, here you go, just a lil story about a very normal relationship between a guy and his very hinged captain.

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(This takes place between Part 1 and Part 2) TW: Blood. Lots.

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Unohana Retsu looked on, gently, but attentively, as her Fifth Seat poured her a cup of tea.

He had hands that were meant to grip a sword. Long fingered, knobbly knuckled, criss-crossed with scars, not a few of which she had given him herself. Nevertheless, his pour was steady, graceful, even.

"I know that you and Third Seat Kira are friends," she said, "so I suspect you've already heard the news."

Fifth Seat Abarai waited until he had placed the teapot back on the tray before responding.

"About his offer from the Third?"

Retsu nodded. "He told me this morning that he had accepted it."

Abarai nodded back, as if he was confirming the information to himself. "He told me he was gonna. I wouldn't--" He stopped himself and cleared his throat before continuing. "It's not a position I think I would like, but he seems excited about it."

"It's been wonderful having him here," Retsu observed, "but I've known for a long time that the Fourth wasn't a home for him."

Abarai's brows furrowed momentarily. Retsu wondered if he objected to this characterization of Kira, or if perhaps he was pondering a different unstated implication. "I guess you don't want me to try to talk him out of it, then." Or maybe he was just trying to figure out what any of this had to do with him.

Retsu took a sip of her tea. It was too hot, slightly oversteeped and worst of all, had a strange phantom sweetness to it. How?? They were her own tea leaves. She had watched him brew it. How did he do it? She placed her teacup back down on the table again. "I want you to take his seat."

Abarai blinked at her for a moment, owlish behind his thick-rimmed glasses. "Can't, ma'am. I haven't passed my Level 12 Kaidou Certification. Third Seat has to be able to run the Relief Station if you and Lieutenant Kotetsu get called away. And I don't think you should make an exception for me. Not for this."

The Fourth Division had a rigid set of exams and certifications that qualified its members for various positions. Retsu was not in the habit of granting exemptions generally, but Abarai wasn't the sort of person that rules were made for.

He was hardly her first involuntary transfer. Retsu was all-too aware of her squad's reputation as a dumping ground for underperforming shinigami. In his first three months at the Fourth, Abarai had cast zero kaidou, avoided three-quarters of his medical shifts, and submitted sixty-two transfer requests (Retsu still sometimes wondered about four that had come in on the same day. She never asked him about it. It must have been a Hell of a Tuesday.)

Exactly one month after she made him a deal--if he actually started trying, she would arrange for Isane to give him swordfighting lessons, and promised to transfer him if he was still unhappy at the end of a year--Twelfth Seat Aoga came to her and in a hushed voice told he that he thought Abarai might be a prodigy.

"Prodigy" wasn't exactly the right word for it. Abarai was just good with bones. Aside from herself, Retsu had four medics who could perform a full skeletal reconstruction, all senior officers, brilliant surgeons with distinguished tenures. Now, she had a fifth who couldn't otherwise heal a skinned knee. Everything he did was like that, though, backwards and out of sorts. He was excellent at chest compressions and setting bones and anything that required physical strength, but he struggled with the basic healing spells most people learned at the Academy. Long before he could do an anesthetic or antiseptic kaidou, the trauma surgeons were squabbling over him, simply because he was an incredible battery. When he couldn't get the hang of the common cold relief kaidou, he dug up one of Kirinji's horrible old techniques from somewhere in the depths of the library. It had been developed for highly infectious diseases that shinigami sometimes brought back from the deep Rukon and involved using your own immune system to turbo-charge the patient's. (Retsu had forbidden its use because there was a high probability of fatal backslash on the healer. Abarai usually just ran a high fever for a day or two afterward.)

That was all years ago, though. Abarai had grown into a perfectly competent healer. He wasn't the fastest or the most delicate, and his flesh healing still had a tendency to leave scars, but if there was one thing he excelled at, it was keeping people alive. No one could figure out exactly how he did it, or replicate his technique, but he was exceptionally good at pulling people back from the brink.

The real reason, though, she'd started giving him the exceptions that let him take on shift supervisor roles before he had the healing qualifications, was that Abarai was a natural leader in exactly the way that many of her subordinates were not. He had steel nerves. He was decisive in a crisis. He had a loud voice and people listened to him.

But shift supervisor wasn't the same as Third Seat.

"I agree," she said. "But I think you can get that certification. You've come a long way since we made our deal, Fifth Seat Abarai."

Abarai's cheeks colored, and he took a quick slug of his tea to cover his embarrassment. "I think I've pretty well held up my end of that bargain," he managed with a sheepish grin. "Level 12 Kaidou certification seems a little beyond what I agreed to."

"You have already gone quite far past what you agreed to," Retsu acknowledged. "But why stop now? You're hoping to make vice-captain yourself someday, aren't you?" She didn't point out that he was perfectly capable of passing the vice-captain's exam any time he chose to take it. He must be aware of this; he'd spent the better part of a year helping Kira through his own preparations.

Retsu chanced another sip of the tea while she waited for him to answer. It had not improved.

Abarai sucked his teeth for a long moment, then sighed in defeat. "There's a self-healing portion on the Level 12. I can't do it. I've tried and tried, but I got nothing. Can't heal a single scratch if it's on my body. Ask Kira, he's given up on me."

Retsu stared at him in amazement. "That can't be true. Everyone knows that your healing system--"

Abarai shook his head and shrugged expansively. "It's all involuntary. I'm a fast healer, but I got nothing to do with it. No kaidou involved."

Impossible. Abarai wasn't just a fast healer. His recovery ability, both in speed and magnitude, was a topic of hot speculation among her top officers. The very specific circumstances where his kaidou was above average were generally attributed to some form of leveraging off his own natural talents. She herself, who was quite familiar with his zanpakutou, had long assumed that it had a secondary healing aspect. Nevertheless, she had also assumed--

"Last week," she said, more curtly than she had intended, "when the Eleventh's Third Seat put his spear through your shoulder--"

"I mean, I cleaned it and bandaged it," Abarai admitted it. "Then I just slept it off."

And had been on shift eight hours later. Retsu closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "What do you do after our spars, Fifth Seat? That thigh wound I gave you last time. The one you said 'only looked bad.'"

"Oh, yeah. That was a poor judgment on my part. Kira and I were sposed to go out later, though, so he. Uh. Found me passed out from blood loss in the hallway and gave me a patch-up. I woulda woken up eventually, if he hadn't! My body is very good at making blood!"

Retsu gathered her inner serenity. Abarai was not, by far, the most worrisome of her officers, but she had to worry about him in very different ways than her other officers. "Don't you find it strange," she said slowly, "that you have so much natural ability at healing, and yet you're unable to take control of the process yourself? That's all it is--a matter of mind over reishi."

Abarai's eyes clouded, and he looked away. "I know. It should be. But it's certainly not the first time something about my healing doesn't make any damn sense."

"That's not true," Retsu reminded him. "Everything about your healing makes sense. For you." She knew he didn't like it when she brought these things up. He was more willing to talk to Isane about feelings-related things, and Retsu was usually content to leave it between the two of them. But there were times where more directness was necessary. "It's a mental block, most likely."

"It's quite common to not be able to heal yourself, actually," Abarai prattled back emptily, a notch too loud, as though he hadn't heard her at all. "Most people got something or other they just can't do, right? That's why that 12th level certification is so rare! But you know who does have one?"

Retsu narrowed her eyes at him. Of course she knew.

"I'm sure Fourth Seat Iemura's been looking forward to Kira leaving for a long time," Abarai went on. "He'd be pretty mad at me for leap-frogging him, I think." As if Abarai didn't drive Fourth Seat Iemura to the edge of apoplexy on a daily basis, primarily by the mere crime of existing. "Besides," he said, sincerity returning to his voice, along with a slight edge of desperation, "now's not a good time for me to be thinking about exams. I'm so close to bankai, I can almost touch it. I know it."

Retsu knew it, as well. And she knew that his goals were not her goals. His earlier point had been well made--he had been more than fair to her.

"I understand," she said. "I have been thinking about that, as well, you know. There's a special training I have been considering, but I wasn't sure you were ready to get serious about it."

Abarai's eyes widened. "Really? I mean--I am! I really am! I'm ready!"

Retsu smiled sweetly at him. "In that case…when is your next day off?"

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Abarai was quiet from the time they left the eastern gate of the Seireitei shortly after dawn on Saturday morning. Isane and Kira both had a habit of getting very chatty about nature whenever Retsu took them out of the city to train. It wasn't just the lack of conversation, though. Straining her ears, Retsu could still barely hear Abarai's footfalls. Despite his size, the leaves and branches rustled no more at his passing than at her own.

It was easy to think of him as a city boy. After decades in the Seireitei, Abarai's accent had been worn down to an occasional colorful expression, although it occasionally flared back to life when he was putting an unruly patient from the Eleventh in their place. He knew every street of the Seireitei, though, could name every player on the city football team. He was generally a cheerful and boisterous presence around the Coordinated Relief Station. You tended to hear him before you saw him.

Retsu knew as well as anyone, though, that you could change yourself on the outside, but you never really lost the old versions of yourself. You just covered them over, like an oyster creating a pearl. And she knew well what lay at the center of Abarai's soul. She had been to the deepest depths of the Rukon. Places where reality became thin, where time looped back on itself. Most Souls didn't survive long there, and those that did were…something else.

Abarai had grown up at the frayed edge of Soul Society. Still within the borders. Still in a place that resembled civilization, she reminded herself. He was the soul of a human child who had died and taught himself survive against all odds, a soul who had learned to move silently through the woods and chose to fight with tooth and claw for every drop of blood in his body. He wasn't a monster-boy created out of the bloody, ragged edges of Soul Society itself, the love of fighting made into the shape of a person. He just reminded her of one sometimes.

The sun was high in the sky when Retsu found a place that she felt would do. A wide, grassy clearing was ringed by a stand of stately pines. They were tall, but the trees were still young by the standards of Soul Society. Younger than her. She and Abarai set their packs off to one side, took a drink of water, did some stretches.

"You said we were doing something special?" Abarai asked as they lay on their backs, each hugging one knee to their chest.

"Hmm," said Retsu, switching legs. "Maybe that was a lie."

He turned his head to look at her.

"An exaggeration," she clarified. "It's not that special. We're just going to fight."

He narrowed his eyes at her, clearly not buying this.

"You've already done most of the preparatory work," she explained. "You're strong enough. You've fully mastered your shikai. You can externalize your zanpakutou spirit." She stretched both legs out in front of her and sat up. "All that is left is to convince them that you need it. You need a challenge. A rock to crash up against, something that will break you to pieces without their intervention."

Abarai sat up and frowned. "I thought that was what fighting Captain Kuchiki was for."

"That's theoretical," Retsu replied. "You need something more imminent. You could go fight him, I suppose. I am not sure Zabimaru would be sympathetic to your cause."

Abarai stuck out his lower lip. "I'm pretty sure they wouldn't."

"It's no matter," Retsu said, rising to her feet. "That's never been your plan anyway, remember?"

Abarai nodded. "Right. You're right. Gettin' ahead of myself, as usual. Captain Kuchiki's had his bankai for ages. I need to master mine before I can face him. Which means I gotta get it, first."

What was it like, Retsu wondered, to be so impossibly young? To have so much laid out before you, to want so badly. She could hardly remember it.

"Just so," she said, striding to the center of the clearing. "And to do that, you will fight me."

Abarai rolled to his feet in a smooth motion. "I've fought you before," he grinned.

"I haven't been serious before," she replied, drawing her zanpakutou and examining it in the sunlight. There was an eagerness in her sword today, one she hadn't felt in a long time. "Are you ready?"

"Sure," said Abarai, "whenever you are. Look, there's really nothing special about this? Just a regular ol' fight? There's nothing you want me to focus on or try to--"

"Try," Retsu replied, " not to die. Bankai." The blade of her zanpakutou began to loosen and sag, dripping between her fingers to form a thick pool of blood-like ooze around her feet. "Minazuki."

If this were Kira, or perhaps even Isane, she would have given them a moment, let the impact sink in. But this was Abarai, who had grown up on the edges of the world, breathing violence into his lungs like spores, letting it spread through his blood and marrow and bloom from his skin. He blocked most the first volley of Minazuki's blood whips before his sword was even fully from its sheath. She still got in a good lash across one cheek, another against his calf. He had Zabimaru unsealed in time for the second round, and managed to block it completely. Minazuki was fast, though, too fast for Renji's shikai. The third attack hit before Zabimaru could reorient, severing the elbow tendon. Next, both knees. His legs hadn't finished buckling beneath him when she laid a deep gash across his gut, and one on the chest to match.

The wounds were carefully chosen. They both knew it. Immobilized and laid open, a sure death by exsanguination. Well. A probable death. Retsu stepped closer and placed the tip of her sword at his throat. His superhuman will to survive might be able to regenerate blood fast enough to keep pace with the torso wounds, but she didn't think that even he could outlive a slashed throat. Minazuki's ooze slithered around them, fencing in the growing lake of blood that poured from his body, soaking into her socks and sandals. "If you yield," she said, "I will heal you."

Stubborn as ever, Abarai tried to prop himself up on his good arm, which caused a fresh gush of dark liquid to fall out of him. Retsu waited. The arm failed him. He fell back down in his puddle again, then rolled onto his back. "After you heal me," he groaned, "can we go again?"

"No," replied Retsu. "That will be it for today."

Abarai was silent for a long time.

"Renji," she said. "You need to make a call. The patient is dying."

An angry growl rattled through his chest. "Save 'im," he finally sighed. "I yield. Whatever."

Retsu flicked a hand, and ropy tentacles of Minazuki clambered up onto him, sealing over his wounds with loud, wet slaps.

Abarai squeezed his eyes shut for a long moment and made a distressed noise in his throat. After the initial discomfort passed, one eye opened and swiveled to regard her. "This is just Minazuki's usual goop, ain't it?" he wheezed. "Does it change? Between fighting and healing? Chemistry-like?"

"Is now really the time to be thinking about this?" Retsu asked. She didn't usually use Minazuki's bankai form to heal people, and honestly had never thought about it much. Also, unlike Abarai, who practically had a summer home there, she, herself had never spent much time in Shikai-Minazuki's stomach.

"If I only get to fight you for twenty seconds at a time, I gotta learn as much as I can from it," Abarai said, closing his eyes again. Retsu's heart thumped in her chest. He wasn't anything like any of her other children, not even the lost one she kept trying to make him into, and for a brief moment, she loved him more than she could stand.

"When can we do this again?" he finally asked.

"Next week, if you like. If you feel ready to go again."

He let out an irritated whine, or possibly a whimper of pain. "Took…two hours to walk out here," he said, sounding more than a little petulant. "This is really how it's gonna be?"

"Yes," she said. "I don't like to release my bankai where people can feel it. This is how it's going to be."

He was quiet, and they both listened to Minazuki glorp and blorble away at his injuries for a few minutes.

"I need to fight your bankai to get bankai, but I'm gonna need a bankai if I'm gonna last long enough to figure out what kinda bankai I need to fight yours," he mumbled, more to himself than to her.

"Well," she said, "you only have to yield if you want me to heal you. If you want to heal yourself, I'll give you as many time-outs as you want."

Abarai's eyes shot open and his head rolled to the side, so he could regard her fully. "Time-outs?"

She nodded sweetly. "Mm-hmm."

"If I…I if heal. Myself." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, and rolled his head back to face the sky. "Fuck." Another deep breath. "Sorry for the language, ma'am."

"Don't worry about it," she replied. "And I know you can do it. I believe in you."

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KATE BISHOP x READER

SEX EDUCATION (PART 2)

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! GUESS WHO'S BACK?!

You don't even know how sorry I am for disappearing all these months! I got so busy because of college and I had very little time to proofread my stories. I luckily had some little time to write but I never found some time to proofread my works and post them. BUT now I found it and I promise I will try to post more regularly when I can. I almost finished with college, so these months will be a bit crazier but I will do everything I can to post for you guys! I have a few more chapters ready that just need to be proofread so as soon as they are proofread I will post them, I promise!

Anyway, I missed you guys! How are you all?

As always, I want to thank you guys for your patience and your love you showed me everyday. It warmed my heart! ❤️

I am sending you guys so so so much love ❤️.

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Summary: we see a few more shenanigans from Y/N and Kate. They got to tell their friends the news and discuss what happened between them.

Warnings: do I really need to say it? SMUT!

Word count: 1500 words.

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"Do you want to go first?" Y/N asked with a wide grin after she retrieved Kate’s phone from her pocket and crawled back on the mattress on top of her, straddling her thighs and humming loudly when the archer sat up and circled her hips with her arms as she hugged her closer.

"Hm, if you want me to go first then yes. I really want to make you come again." Kate murmured seductively on Y/N’s lips before pulling her into a languid, slow kiss, hugging her torso to flush their bodies closer together when Y/N wrapped her own arms around her neck and sighed contentedly into the kiss.

"Not as much as I want to make you come again. Fuck, you looked even more beautiful while you let yourself go onto my fingers." Y/N declared after they pulled away to take some needed breath and started to pepper a trail of sweet, gentle kisses from Kate’s left cheek down her defined jaw to nibble the skin there softly and eliciting a small whine from the archer, smiling in satisfaction for pulling from Kate that breathy, heavenly sound.

"I must admit, you are really good. I honestly never had such good sex." Kate admitted shyly after whining gently under her breath again when Y/N scraped her teeth right under her jaw before moving back up onto her lips to peck them sweetly.

"Really?" Y/N asked in disbelief as she widened her eyes comically, butterflies erupting into her stomach at the archer’s admission. Her statement set aflame her whole body as the embers already burning into the pit of her stomach blazed wildly. She felt pride swell deep into her chest for something that was not taken for granted, especially when you had had very few relationships and too much meaningless sex where you did not care about what or how the other felt, caring about just your own release, to consider yourself good. Even if they had been driven by lust and desire they made love among sex, they let their bodies do the talk and say something they had yet to confess out loud. So Y/N was proud, proud for being the best sex Kate had ever had. "I-I don’t know what to say. I know practice makes perfect but with sex it’s not taken for granted. A lot of people lacks in sex skills and I am also a bit self-conscious about my sex skills."

"Oh please, if that was you being self-conscious, I don’t know what you being confident about your sex skills looks like!" Kate stated with a shocked tone, her face showing her disbelief at Y/N’s admission as she hugged Y/N closer while her hands caressed her naked back tenderly, "you truly are amazing in bed Y/N/N. Trust me, I’ve had had a lot of sex and one night stands in the past, but none of those girls were good, not as much as you were with me!"

"Stop! You’re making me blush!"

"Well, that’s good too! You look adorable when you blush!" Kate smiled widely at Y/N before leaning down and kissing her slowly, one of her hands skidding up and combing into her scalp to push her more into the kiss when her tongue licked the seam of Y/N’s lips and asked for entrance, Y/N granting it a second later, and both moaned lowly into their mouths when their tongues met halfway to slid over each other greedily.

"Anyway, I had my own fair share of sex, but a lot of it was meaningless sex to just let some steam off and block everything else for a bit. With you it’s just different Kate. I don’t want just sex with you. I want a relationship with you, I want to take you out on cute dates to see your beautiful smile directed at me, I want to make you laugh just to hear that heavenly sound, I want to worship your body the way it should be worshipped, I want to kiss you out of nowhere just because I can. I want to have random banters, especially the ones we initiate after a sparring match with you loosing miserably against me, that would then culminate in meaningful and amazing sex. I just want everything with you. Of course, if that’s what you want too."

Kate felt tears prickle behind her ocean blue eyes at Y/N’s wonderful speech as she tried to get rid of the sudden emotional lump that formed in her throat while staring intently into Y/N’s Y/E/C irises full of love and affection to reply to her words, "I- I want that too Y/N/N. Fuck, you don’t even know how many times I’ve imagined you saying those things to me. I don’t want meaningless sex either Y/N/N. You are not an one night stand, you are so fucking special to me babe. I want to make love to you after an amazing date you planned, I want to steal kisses while I watch you cook us dinner for a cozy date at my apartment. I want to cuddle every night in our bed as we watch trash TV and laugh our assess off. I want to impress you with my non-existent cooking skills just to order pizza and see you laugh and smile at my goofiness. I just- want you. All of you."

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears at Kate’s heartfelt speech as she smiled tenderly down at her, leaning into Kate’s hand when she lifted one up to wipe away a stray tear that left her right eye with her thumb and then turning her head around to lay a soft kiss on the palm of her hand, "make love to me?"

"Oh y-yeah." Kate stuttered out as she widened her eyes comically at her slip up, "too soon?" Kate asked as she bit on her bottom lip worriedly, making Y/N feel the need to replace the archer’s teeth with her own as she eyed her lips needily, but stayed put to keep their serious conversation going and to answer Kate’s question asked in a shy tone first.

"No, because I’ve come to terms I’ve been in love with you for three months now." Y/N admitted shyly as an hard blush settled on her cheeks, ears and neck, making Kate’s heart swell three sizes at that cute sight and at her admission and revelation.

"Are you serious? Holy shit!" Kate hid her smiling face in the crook of Y/N’s neck when she hugged her tightly, her stomach flipping over itself when Y/N laid a gentle, sweet peck on top of her head, "I love you."

"Shit, I love you so much Kate."

"I’ve been dreaming about you saying I love you back for about a month or so, since I’ve realized my crush for you became so much more." Kate nuzzled their noses together before laying a gentle kiss on Y/N’s mouth, feeling her smile broaden and mirroring her with her own grin. "I have a question for you."

"I’m all ears."

"I’ve been racking my brain all day trying to find the right words to ask you this without risking you finding out about my feelings about you but- were you talking about me this morning?"

"You mean when I was telling Roy about finding your one and only?" Y/N asked rhetorically, her smile widening when Kate nodded shyly with her bottom lip trapped her under her teeth, "yes. Because you are."

"A-am I? Me?"

"Yes. I’ve been in love before. But not like this. Kate, you swept me off my feet the second we met!"

"I punched you in the face if I remember correctly."

"Exactly!" Y/N reveled in the soft giggle that left Kate’s lips for a few seconds with a dumb smile before continuing, "anyway, I am serious. You only punched me in the face because you thought I was a goon coming at you. When you profusely apologized and helped me up, I felt like the world stopped moving for a long moment when our eyes met. The only thing existing was you and me."

"I remember thinking I was an idiot for punching a pretty girl then chastised myself for crushing on a teammate."

Y/N chuckled at Kate’s goofy self and shook her head, "the more time I spent with you, the more infatuated I felt by you. When I realized I was in love with you, I felt everything falling into place. I’ve never felt something so strong about anyone."

"Babe, your amazing speeches are completely outshining mines!" Y/N giggled as she pecked Kate’s lips repeatedly in fake apology, "I guess I can only say I love you to match your words. Like I said I had a lot of meaningless sex. I had a few relationships, but like I told you about my last ex, they were just for good sex and feeling good for a bit. I loved a few people I was with, but when I met you and when then later on I realized I was in love with you, I also realized I’ve never loved anyone as I love you. I only loved a few people, but I fell in love with just one. You."

"Fuck, and you call my words amazing? Have you heard yourself?" Y/N swallowed Kate’s laugh at her words when she leaned over and wrapped her lips around hers, both basking in the loving bubble that formed around them and letting happiness fill their bodies as the world just stopped for them to just exist together in that moment.

"Y/N/N." Kate breathed out in ecstasy when they pulled away from the heavy kiss they just shared and leaned her head to the side to give Y/N more access to her neck as she devoured her skin.

"Are you aware of how fucking beautiful and hot you are?" Y/N breathed hotly on Kate’s neck after licking on a fresh mark she left under Kate’s jaw, then moving her lips up and onto Kate’s ones to slip her tongue into her slightly parted mouth to lick every angle of it greedily, eliciting another moan from the archer as she hugged her impossibly closer.

"Y/N/N, please." Kate whined again when Y/N bit down on her bottom lip and pulled on it slowly like she had been craving since Kate bit on her own bottom lip not too long ago during her speech before releasing it.

"Hm, we still have a bet on." Y/N reminded the black haired beauty, humming on her neck when the archer kneaded her ass eagerly, the movements making her hips roll down deliciously on Kate’s lap and increasing the already great amount of wetness that collected there.

"Hm, yeah."

"We need to establish a few rules to make the competition even." Y/N reluctantly stopped her ministrations on Kate’s neck to pull away and focus her attention on the conversation they were having, making Kate reluctantly do the same. "First thing first, we can only use our fingers. Second, we need to focus only on each other‘s pussy. We can’t fondle with each other’s boobs or ass. It needs to be like we’re working on those devices." Kate nodded in understanding, squeezing Y/N’s ass once in the process to confirm her agreement and causing the embers burning in the pit of her stomach to flare copiously, "and third- I don’t have a third point. That’s it."

"Okay. It seems understandable." Kate nodded as she looked at Y/N innocently, before letting a Cheshire Cat smile roll over her lips as she quickly switched their positions and laid Y/N down on the mattress, her hand already slotting between Y/N’s legs and teasing her wet folds, triggering a loud wail from the Y/H/C girl at the sudden but welcomed attention to her wet center.

"Fuck, that was hot."

"Hm, so ready for me." Kate noted out loud as her fingers collected as much wetness as they could before stopping her movements altogether, smiling widely when Y/N groaned in protest. "Start the stopwatch babe." Y/N blinked dumbly up at Kate for a few seconds before realization kicked in and she nodded hastily as she quickly did what Kate asked her to, before laying the phone beside her head and looked at Kate in eager anticipation, "enjoy the ride baby." Kate stared into Y/N’s eyes with fire burning wildly into her ocean blue irises as she eased a finger into Y/N’s core and watched as Y/N’s face contorted in pleasure, her mouth opening in an O shape while a deep moan left her throat at the wonderful intrusion, and licked her lips greedily. "Fuck, you look so beautiful." Kate squeezed Y/N’s left hip softly before she focused on delivering to Y/N the best pleasure she had ever experienced and added immediately a second finger, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s face as she watched her moan again and again in pleasure.

"Oh Kate!" The archer started an maddeningly slow pace, dragging her fingers all the way out before slamming them back in hard, hitting a new spot deep within Y/N after each thrust before increasing gradually her speed when Y/N started meeting her thrusts with her hips, moaning in rapture as her orgasm built fast inside her. "Yes baby! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

A primal need of watching Y/N come all over again took over Kate, so she quickly added a third finger and increased her speed copiously, pushing her fingers in and out of Y/N’s core fast and hard, making her palm of her hand hit Y/N’s clit each time she thrusted her fingers back into her center and reveled in the loud moans leaving Y/N’s mouth as her walls clenched deliciously around her fingers. "You take me so well baby. Please spread your legs wider for me." Y/N whined under her breath at the request asked in a deep, velvety tone that sent shivers all over Y/N’s body, but complied immediately as she opened her legs widely and almost screamed out loud when Kate planted her left hand on the left side of her head and used her hips to thrust her fingers into her deeper and harder. A few moments full of intense pleasure passed, then Kate slammed her fingers particularly hard back into Y/N’s core, hitting her clit with the palm of her hand harshly in the process, and the coiling feeling into Y/N’s stomach snapped, making Y/N come undone with a low, guttural moan. As she slowed her movements to help Y/N come down from her orgasm’s high, she stopped the stopwatch and smiled proudly as she read the timing on the screen before focusing on the endearing sight of Y/N coming back to earth after a powerful orgasm. When Y/N opened her eyes and met Kate’s loving ones, the archer leaned down and left a sweet peck on Y/N’s lips before pushing her fingers out slowly, hearing Y/N groan in protest at the lack of filling in her still pulsating center. "4 minutes and 36 seconds." Kate stated proudly and chuckled when Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before realization hit her.

"Holy shit! I never came that fast!" Y/N widened her eyes in shock at Kate’s statement and moved her eyes from her face to the screen to look at the timing on the stopwatch app. "Fuck, you are amazing." Y/N grunted out before treading her fingers in Kate’s black tresses and gripping the blue eyed girl’s scalp to pull her down into an hungry kiss full of teeth and tongues as lust dusted back over them in mere seconds. Kate’s hands fondled with Y/N’s boobs, kneading the soft but firm flesh eagerly before pinching her hard nipples hard to pay some attention to them too. She stopped their kisses to moan pitifully loud into Y/N’s mouth when the girl sneaked her hand between their bodies and slipped it between her legs, teasing her clit under her pointer and middle finger before moving them down her folds and tease her entrance. "So wet for me." Y/N hummed on Kate’s lips before she moved the archer around to help her lay back on the mattress, kissing her a few more seconds as she collected her juices to lubrificate her fingers just right, then she pulled away from the kiss, much to Kate’s protests, pressed on the start button on the stopwatch app and then stared at Kate hungrily, "you ready?"

As soon as Kate nodded furiously at Y/N’s question, she eased her middle finger in and curled it immediately into Kate’s core, making the archer moan loudly at the gesture, her hips already canting up to ask for more, "please baby, fuck me." Y/N smiled at Kate’s needy plea but satisfied her request quickly by adding another finger, repeating the same gesture she did a couple of seconds prior as soon as she slipped her finger into Kate, then increased her slow pace considerably, her digits slipping in and out of Kate’s core quickly and precisely, creating wonderful squelching sounds that mixed with the filthy moans coming from Kate’s mouth and created a lewd symphony that made Y/N’s head spin out of control. "Fuck baby. Yes, like that, yes!" Y/N curled her fingers into Kate’s core again and added a third one in when she felt Kate’s walls squeeze her digits repeatedly, and grunted in fatigue as tried to push them deeper each time she slammed them back in. Kate trashed her body around as pleasure overwhelmed every cell of her body, her hips’ movements getting sloppy as her brain turned into mush when Y/N slammed particularity hard into her, causing her palm to hit her clit in an heavenly way that made her almost see stars, "don’t stop babe."

"Oh please, I didn’t plan on stopping. Not until I feel your pretty pussy coming onto my hand." Kate moaned pitifully loud at those words and felt her orgasm approach fast as she needily met Y/N’s thrust to tip over the edge as soon as possible, "are you close baby?"

"Yes! So so close. So fucking close-yes there!" Kate whined out loud at Y/N curling her fingers once more into her and gripped her shoulders hard when after an harsh thrust she hit something deep within her.

"Let me see how good you are. Come for me babe. Scream at the world how good I’m making you feel."

"Y/N/N!" Kate cried out loud a few moments later as her orgasm crashed over her hard, her body spasming uncontrollably while juices spurted out of her core and onto Y/N’s hand, who exponentially slowed her movements down to help her ride out her post-coital wave. Y/N stopped the stopwatch before peppering kisses all over Kate’s face as soft whines still left her parted lips, "hi." Kate spoke up after a few more seconds to regain her brain’s functions and smiled dumbly up at Y/N.

"Hello beautiful." Y/N kissed Kate languidly on her lips before slipping her fingers out as soon as she felt Kate’s body stop trembling and slumped back completely on the bed, feeling Kate cuddle into her a moment later her back hit the mattress. "You won."

"What?! Wait- really?" Kate jumped up from her position between Y/N’s arms and perched her body on her right arm as she sat up on the mattress and looked down at Y/N incredulously.

"Yeah, by only one second. 4 minutes and 37 seconds."

"Holy shit! Yes!" Kate smiled widely and Y/N felt happiness engulf her whole body at that wonderful sight, "but it doesn’t mean much. It was almost a tie."

"Yeah." Y/N nodded as she stared up at Kate with a wide, dumb smile.

"What?"

"I just love you so much."

"I love you just as much babe." Y/N smiled at Kate’s words and lifted her body up just a bit to meet Kate halfway to kiss her tenderly when she leaned down to peck her lips before laying down on the bed and opening her arms to let Kate cuddle into her body again as sleep took over them.

-

"Good job Lory! 6 minutes and 38 seconds!" Y/N clapped alongside the class at the brunette sitting back at her desk after working on the penis device and making it reach its orgasm. "Okay next one. Hm- Jake!"

"C-can I work on both?" The young brown haired boy asked, moving a lock of his curly hair from his eyes as he sat up from his chair and made his way towards Y/N sat on the desk with both penis and vagina devices beside her.

"Of course! No need to be shy nor insecure, we are a family. Which device do you want to start with?"

"The vagina one please." The boy asked as he flushed furiously but tried to subdue his blush when his classmates tried to calm him down with noises and claps of encouragements.

"Wow." Y/N laughed heartily as she thought about the innuendo behind the boy’s words and looked up at her students, finding them staring at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain why she was laughing. Wow, did the sentence ‘care to share with the class’ literally turned on me? "I was thinking about how it sounded like he was ordering a coffee called vagina. I know I’m dumb and weird." Y/N explained and waved her hand towards the class as she chuckled under her breath and shook her head.

The whole class laughed out loud at her joke, making her smile grew ten sizes while her heart swelled in her chest. She was really starting to get attached to these kids. "If that’s the case, I want one."

"Why I’m not surprised Roy?" Y/N looked at the smug looking boy with fake annoyance fore a few, silent moments, before adding, "anyway, I would like one too thanks." Kate almost fell off her chair when Y/N subtly looked into her eyes and lifted her right eyebrow up imperceptibly, setting on fire the embers in the pit of Kate’s stomach as desire started pumping fast into her veins.

"Are there any more options?" Lyla asked beside Kate, making Y/N turn her attention to her with a big, smug grin on her features.

"Oh yes! We also have one of our most requested specials along with the vagina, the penis! I would recommend taking it with a cap on, just in case." The whole class erupted in a loud laugh at Y/N’s joke and double meaning behind it, while Kate stared at her lovingly as she tried to wrap her head around how she got so lucky with getting with Y/N in the end. They had been dating for just a few days, but Kate had never felt so happy in a such short amount of time. "Okay, let’s start!" About 30 minutes later the bell rang, making the whole class groan in frustration as the students collected their things and placed their chairs back into place, "just so you know guys, I’m the most envied teacher in the school with you guys not wanting to leave my class. And it makes me so honored."

"It’s because you are great Miss. Williams. You really care about us wanting to learn something." Bob spoke up after slinging his backpack on his shoulder and made the whole class nod in agreement.

"I will try to give a few tips to the other teachers, I promise." Y/N smiled warmly to her students and watched as they left the class, noticing how Kate was taking longer than usual in exiting the class and smirked knowingly at her. "Have a good day Miss. Anderson."

"Have a good day Miss. Williams." Kate countered back seductively since she was the only occupant of the class by now and walked by Y/N as close as she could to be still considered not suspicious before making a piece of paper fall off from her hand and onto the ground as she walked out of the classroom, winking at Y/N from her shoulder when she turned her body around just a moment before sprinting down the hallway to get to her next class. Y/N walked over the piece of paper and crouched down to retrieve it off the floor, before closing her classroom door and walked down to her desk to sit halfway on it with her left leg bent on the wooden surface and leaned on the desk as she used her right foot planted on the floor as leverage to stay still and comfortable on her half-sitting position.

I would really like to find your special ‘the vagina’ all hot and ready for me when I get home. I can’t wait to drink it. I bet it tastes amazing.

Y/N smiled brightly at the message on the piece of paper Kate left for her and felt her whole body light up with arousal as images of the night prior flooded her mind. She shivered in anticipation and with a smug smirk she walked over the door, locked it and unbuttoned her pants, pushed them down a bit alongside her panties and took a picture of her already slightly wet center from below, making sure to look directly into the camera and smirked down at her phone, before repositioning herself and taking another picture with her right now teasing her clit and her mouth open slightly in an ‘O’ shape, then taking another one with her middle and ring finger teasing her entrance and then taking one last picture with her two fingers buried inside of her, a small whine leaving her lips at the delicious intrusion in her wet core. She quickly fixed her clothes before sending those pictures to Kate, not worried about other students finding out about those pictures into Kate’s phone because Shuri created a software that made the screen show its real content only to Kate, useful especially if they had to communicate during Kate’s classes about their mission and if someone beside her wanted to take a look at the screen unbeknownst to Kate. It would show something else like a common Instagram or Twitter feed.

I am making sure our special is hot and ready for you. Do not forget to leave a review of our products. Have a good day! 💕❤️.

Y/N smirked widely as she collected her things and excited her class, heading towards the teacher’s room to gain some intel for their mission, as she imagined Kate’s reaction to those pictures with a small, subtle smirk.

-

"Hey! Miss Williams!" Y/N turned her head around towards the source of the voice that called her with her fake surname and smiled when her eyes focused on half of her class sat on a table in the cafeteria, Kate sat among them, beside Lyla and Jen, and sauntered over them happily.

"Guys! I hope you are enjoying your lunch!" Y/N met Kate’s eyes for just a second, her grin broadening when she saw her slightly darker, ocean blue eyes burning wildly with lust as she eyed her hungrily but subtly to not arouse suspicion, a clear sign she had seen the pictures she sent to Kate a few hours prior, before focusing on the other guys sat around the table.

"Come sit with us!"

"Guys, do you seriously want me to switch from the most envied teacher to the most hated one? My colleagues would literally freak out when they will find out I sat with you at lunch because you guys asked me to." Y/N joked as she smiled widely when Jen, sat beside Kate, scooted to the right and made room for her and then took a seat right beside Kate, feeling the archer’s body tense visibly when their thighs and shoulders brushed together for a second before sitting a few inches away from her to not arouse suspicion and felt Kate visibly relax.

"Well you seem like one of us Miss. William. We respect you as our teacher but we also feel safe like we are with a friend. We can trust you." Monica explained after she took a bite of her salad, a round of agreeing ‘yes’ followed right after her statement, making Y/N’s heart rate speed up in happiness.

"You guys are gonna make me cry! Stop!"

"It would be so cool to have you as our accompanying teacher for our small trip!" Roy spoke up after hearing Y/N talking about her college days and made the whole table erupt in a loud agreeing commotion.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it would be like traveling with friends and not with school." Roy nodded in agreement as he watched around the table his friends nod in agreement.

"Where are you going?"

"San Francisco. We are visiting the Aquarium and the California Academy Of Sciences." Kate spoke up for the first time since Y/N sat beside her and almost jumped up from her seat when Y/N laid her hand subtly on the outer side of her thigh, the Y/H/C girl sure that her gesture would be hidden under the table.

"Oh yeah, I heard about that museum, I read it is amazing." Y/N stated out loud as she tried to act as calm as possible while she basked in Kate’s leg twitching under her touch. "Well, I don’t have anything better to do so yeah, why not?! Is any other teacher accompanying you?"

"Yeah, Mr. Wright." Kate answered Y/N’s question with an edge that only Y/N caught on and immediately stood up straighter as she understood what Kate was implying. Mr. Wright was the first suspect they added on the list of teachers, whose could have been potentially collaborating with the Principal with trafficking illegal weapons, so it was imperative for both of them to go to that trip in San Francisco. It was fortunate that the students loved Y/N that much to ask her to accompanying them on their trip, because it would have been a little bit more difficult to join them if she wasn’t allowed to do that if the vacant spot as the class’ second accompanying teacher was already taken. "Hey, Miss. Williams, I think I forgot a notebook in your class, can I come after my classes to retrieve it?" Kate asked after they all discussed a few details of their trip, making up an excuse to go see Y/N before the school ended.

"Of course Laura. I asked to have that class for a few hours after school since I have an important conference about a really interesting topic I will definitely talk about in class in a few weeks, but you can come right after my conference, that should end around the end of classes."

"Perfect! Thank you."

-

"Come in!" Y/N screamed from her seating position at her desk, still typing away on her laptop as she focused on finishing the review about the intel they had gathered their first month and a half here, not looking up to see who entered the classroom. When she heard the sound of the door’s lock click around the silent room, she looked up from her laptop’s screen slightly alarmed before smiling lovingly at Kate as she sauntered towards her before sitting on her legs and wrapping her arms around her neck while Y/N’s ones circled her waist and torso. "Hello baby."

"Hi cutie." Kate smiled lovingly at Y/N before leaning down and meeting Y/N’s lips in a slow, tender kiss as they both melted into it.

"How was your day?"

"Pretty good. I got an A+ in biology. I won our race in gym class and what else? Oh yeah, I’ve been fucking dripping since this morning due to your illegal pictures you sent me!"

"Fuck, really?" Y/N’s eyes widened as they travelled from Kate’s eyes down to her crotch and licked her lips hungrily as her fingers itched to just check themselves how wet Kate actually was.

"Yeah. Babe, I was in fucking class when I saw those pictures! I almost run out of the class to hide in the bathrooms and touch myself."

"That would have been so fucking hot!" Y/N murmured seductively as she leaned over and laid her lips on Kate’s defined jaw to nibble the skin there gently and smirked proudly when the archer bucked her hips slightly after leaving a small bite right under her jaw.

"No. What was so fucking hot was you touching yourself here!" Kate gripped Y/N’s chin hard and lifted her head up, stared intently into her eyes for a brief second before clashing their lips together hungrily, her tongue not wasting any more time and forcing its way into Y/N’s mouth to lick every angle of it before sucking on Y/N’s tongue greedily, pulling a small whine from Y/N and promptly swallowing it as she grabbed one of Y/N’s hands and placed it on her left boob, Y/N starting fondling with it right away and forcing a moan out of Kate, that got hungrily swallowed by Y/N.

"Fuck babe, we can’t here." Y/N murmured out of breath after pulling away from their intense kisses and leaned their foreheads together as she sighed in frustration but never stopped her hand’s soft kneading on Kate’s boob as she basked in Kate’s soft mewls leaving her parted mouth.

"Yes we can. I don’t fucking care. I’ve been wet since I saw those pictures and I can’t wait any longer. I want you."

"We can’t risk anyone coming in here and find us fucking."

"Don’t worry, I have a few tricks too. I put an invisible device right outside the door that locks it completely. The door can’t open until we open it from the inside. It also makes the door and the walls soundproof. No one will hear us. No one will come looking for us. You have a conference and no one can disturb you, while I am in the bathroom trying to clean the ink that spurted out of my pen during class. Classes are also 50 minutes away from finishing. We have all the time in the world. I seriously need to thank Shuri for these cool gadgets."

"Wow, you really thought about everything." Y/N noted as she eyed Kate adoringly, her hand not gripping the archer’s boob caressing her back softly as she pecked her lips tenderly.

"Well yeah, I’ve been thinking about fucking you on your chair and you fucking me on your desk for the entire day! I had to come here 100% sure no one will disturb us for at least an half an hour."

"Hm." Y/N hummed in thought before smirking at Kate as her hand continued massaging her boob softly, "and tell me Bishop, what did you have in mind? Did you need a tutoring session?"

"Hm well-" Kate trailed off as she pondered on her witty comeback at their small role play, "yeah actually."

"And tell me, what topic do we need to review? What topic do you need me to explain again to you?" Y/N asked in a sultry tone as she moved her hand under Kate’s t-shirt and grasped her boob through her lacy bra, making her moan in rapture at the gesture as she let a wail herself escape her throat when she felt her nipple stand up under her palm and under the bra’s fabric at the attention it was receiving, both shuddering in desire.

"Oh." Kate moaned almost too loudly for a school environment, since they were still in school and since they were attempting on having sex in Y/N’s classroom while everyone else was still in school or in class, and bucked her hips slightly up to seek and gain some friction when Y/N pinched her nipple through and over her lacy bra’s fabric and took advantage of her slightly parted lips to slip her tongue into her mouth to lick every angle she could reach, to devour every nook and cranny of her mouth, before sucking on her tongue harshly for a few seconds then slipping her tongue out and pulling slightly away as she momentarily stopped her ministrations on her boob to let her focus on her speech, to continue talking, to keep going with her train of thoughts as she explained her idea further. Kate took deep breaths as she stared hungrily into Y/N’s almost black Y/E/C pools, both their cheeks flushed as their chests moved up and down quickly with shallow breaths before pecking her lips once more, then speaking up a bit out of breath and with her voice an octave lower than usual, shocking herself but basking in the shiver wrecking Y/N’s body at the hotness of her voice and smirked a few seconds before speaking up again with her hoarse, raspy, low tone, voice a bit strained and full of lust and desire, "I need you to explain to me a few topics we had been reviewing these last couple of days. Something you had been explaining over and over for the past few days, but I think I still need you to review them again once more, maybe a few more times."

"Okay. Well, I am all ears." Y/N smirked widely as she caught on Kate’s innuendo, knowing fully well she had been talking about all the times they had had sex during these past few days and not something she had been fake teaching in class.

"Okay, the first thing I need to ask you is-." Kate trailed off just a few seconds for good measure before speaking up again, "is it true that the most appreciated part of a woman, beside her pussy, are her boobs? Statistically talking of course."

"Yeah, according to men the most attractive part of a woman are her boobs, followed right after by her ass."

"And according to you?" Kate asked seductively as she puffed her chest up and arched her back to push her boobs more into Y/N’s face, something that made Y/N moan pitifully loud as her gaze fell down on Kate’s clothed chest and her hand still glued to her left boob, causing it to twitch on her soft, round flesh instinctively.

"According to me-." Y/N trailed off to slip her other hand under Kate’s shirt and knead the archer’s neglected boob, eliciting another moan from the black haired girl, before speaking up again, "you have the most wonderful boobs I’ve ever seen, just as beautiful as your ass."

"And if you have to choose?"

"Why choose? I like them both equally and I will spend so much time worshipping them to make you understand how gorgeous you are." Y/N answered truthfully as she squeezed Kate’s breasts hard before sneaking her right hand on her ass and kneaded her left ass cheek to prove her point.

"Fuck." Kate moaned softly on Y/N’s lips before biting her bottom lip seductively, "okay, I sadly think we should put this topic aside for now. We can’t fully undress each other because we still are in a public space and undercover." Kate got out of her role play just a moment to speak her worries aloud to Y/N, who nodded in agreement as she eyed her clothed boobs wistfully.

"I sadly need to agree. But wait till we get home and I will make you come by just worshipping and devouring your boobs." Y/N stated hungrily as she leaned over to kiss Kate passionately, her tongue immediately slipping out to lick inside Kate’s mouth, eliciting another loud moan from the archer before pulling away when air was necessary.

"Wait, could it actually happen?" Kate asked incredulously as her eyes widen in shock and lust as she tried to wrap her mind around Y/N’s statement.

"It can yeah. I’ve never done it and no one ever tried it to me, but breasts are full of nerve endings that, when stimulated, sends stimuluses towards the same part of the brain that also receives stimuluses from the clitoris and vagina. It’s a lot of hard work but if you’re willing to give it a test, I would gladly try to make you come by just touching and kissing your boobs."

"Holy fuck, I’ve never wished for school to end sooner." Kate breathed out as her brain pretty much turned into mush she tried to wrap it around this new piece of information and this new challenge they will definitely try later on. "But let’s focus on the next topic I need you to explain again to me. You said that women can get an erection too, just like men, but how is that true?"

"Well it’s partially true- what are you doing?" Y/N asked out of breath when Kate unfastened Y/N’s belt, popped open the button of her pants and pulled the zip of her pants down, all the while never breaking Y/N’s intense stare, even if the Y/H/C girl’s Y/E/C eyes wanted to skip downward and follow Kate’s hands’ movements.

"Keep going, don’t mind me." Kate requested nonchalantly as she placed her hand and on Y/N’s inner thigh, so much close to her core that her pinky finger brushed over Y/N’s crotch over her pants, making Y/N gasp in arousal.

"O-okay." Y/N took a deep, calming and grounding breath before continuing with her explanation, "like I was saying, it is partially true. Like I said in one of my first lessons, during first weeks of gestation in the womb we have both a vagina and a penis, only when our genes decides that we will be a girl or a boy, one of the two organs disappear, but not completely. In fact when our genes tells us we will be a girl, the penis withdraws till it becomes what we call clitoris. So-so holy shit Kate!" Y/N stopped her speech with a wail of pleasure when Kate unexpectedly slipped her hand into Y/N’s opened pants and past Y/N’s panties and traced her wet core teasingly, before finding purchase on her clit and rolled it under her fingers.

"Hm, yup found it. Keep going, it was getting interesting." Kate stated innocently as she smiled softly and innocently at Y/N, a stark contract from what her fingers were doing on Y/N’s cunt.

"L-like I-I was saying- shit- the clitoris is made up of-of the same spongy erectile tissue as the penis, which expands and e-engorges with blood w-when a-aroused." Y/N tried with all her might to stop from stuttering, but Kate's slow and precise strokes on her clit were making functioning properly and talking evenly a really difficult task.

"Hm yeah, I’m definitely feeling it getting slightly bigger under my fingers. Am I turning you on Miss. Y/L/N?"

"Fuck, so so much Kate. Your fingers are amazing."

"Thanks." Kate leaned over and pecked Y/N’s lips tenderly, shuddering wildly when Y/N moaned into her mouth after she pressed a bit harder on her clit before rolling it between her pointer and middle fingers. "Yeah, I think I finally understood this topic, although I need to review my notes a few times." Y/N moaned again at Kate’s innuendo and nodded furiously as she bucked her hips up to meet Kate’s wonderful ministrations. "Anyway, I have one last topic I need to ask you about."

"Fuck, c-can I wait till you go through your notes thoroughly?"

"No." Kate stated before pulling her fingers away from Y/N’s clit but resting her hand still in her pants and panties, her hand just slightly brushing over Y/N’s hot center due to the tight space, making Y/N groan in frustration before leaning her forehead on her shoulder, surrendering to Kate’s wishes. "My question is, how do you make a woman come?" Y/N lifted her head up so fast it almost made her dizzy to stare into Kate’s eyes intently before growling under her breath and clashing their mouths into a passionate kiss that made them both moan in rapture.

"As I can see, you already went ahead a few steps, so I’m just gonna help you from here. Let me just adjust myself better." Y/N scooted a bit down her chair to let her legs spread a bit wider to accommodate Kate’s fingers without hurting her hand or her wrist before meeting Kate’s eyes again as she wrapped her hand around Kate’s wrist, "now, you just ease a finger in, slowly. Like this." Kate moaned pitifully between them as she felt Y/N move the hand on her ass and wrap around her wrist before pressing on it and making the tip of her middle finger slip into her drenched core easily, "then you move it in and out steadily at first, just to build the pace to make her reach her orgasm as soon as she can."

"Okay, like this?" Kate smirked when Y/N closed her eyes and leaned her head back a bit on the headrest of her chair when she started pumping her finger in and out slowly, sending shivers all over their bodies.

"Yeah. Wait let me just- show you." Y/N quickly popped Kate’s jeans’ button open and pulled the zip down before slipping her hand previously wrapped around the archer’s wrist into her core and collected the great amount of wetness there fast before easing one finger in without restraint and matched Kate’s pace.

"Oh Y/N/N!"

"You’re doing great babe, let’s come together." Y/N stated as she attached her lips on Kate’s neck and sucked the soft skin there gently before adding a second finger and smirked on Kate’s neck when she moaned right into her ear, before letting out a whine herself when the black haired girl mirrored her gesture and added a finger into Y/N’s core, before pumping her fingers a bit faster then curling them into her core. "Fuck, babe! There!" Y/N repeated Kate’s actions into her core and reveled in the heavenly moan leaving Kate’s lips as she continued her attack on her neck.

"Baby, thereee! Fuck, fuck, fuck." Kate bucked her hips down on Y/N’s fingers as she used the palm of her hand to stimulate Y/N’s clit while curling her fingers again, both moaning simultaneously when Y/N did the same thing right after. A few minutes later of them both mirroring the other’s actions in their cores, they felt their orgasms approach fast, building each passing second and making them feel on cloud nine. "Fuck me with those amazing fingers."

"You imagined this, have you? You imagined me fucking you after my classes, trying to control yourself from screaming my name as you came so deliciously on my fingers."

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes! Babe faster please, I’m so close-AH!"

"Fuck, me too." They both doubled their efforts as they felt their orgasms almost crash over them, both tipping off the edge at the same time when they curled their fingers while pushing on the other’s clit hard simultaneously, their coiling feelings in their stomaches snapping before their cores spasmed wildly around each other’s fingers as juices left their centers and ruined their panties completely.

"That was amazing." Kate breathed out in awe a few minutes later of them panting hard into each other’s open mouths as she tried to even her breathing before reluctantly slipping her fingers out of her girlfriend’s core and pulling the zip up, buttoning her pants back before fixing her belt, "as much as I would love to do another round or cuddle after amazing sex like we had been doing the past few days, it’s better if we-oh!"

Y/N stopped Kate mid-sentence when she pulled her hand out of Kate’s core before gripping her hips hard and lifting her off her lap, quickly pushing her pants and panties down her legs, placing her onto her desk and then kneeling down in front of Kate, "I’m not done yet. I showed you how to make a woman come with fingers, now I need to show you how to make a woman come with a tongue. Don’t forget to take notes."

"Holy shit! YES!" Kate moaned again a bit too loudly as she gripped the Y/E/C girl’s Y/H/C tresses with both hands when the girl buried her face into her cunt and started lapping up at her wet folds to lick her previous orgasm off and to tease her a bit to start building her second one, switching from sliding just the tip of her tongue into her entrance to wrapping her lips around her clit and suck on it slightly repeatedly.

"Babe, I think you need to try to lower your voice. Even though Shuri’s devices are excellent, I don’t want anyone to hear you and to interrupt me while I fuck you with my tongue."

"Shit." Kate whispered under her breath this time as a shiver wrecked her body while her hips canted up on their own accord when Y/N resumed her position on her center and started her ministrations back up with licking a stripe from the bottom of Kate’s slits up to her clit, flattening her tongue on it a few seconds before repeating the gesture, licking all the way up and this time hitting Kate’s clit just right with the tip of her tongue. "Babe, you are so good, fuck." Kate whispered as she tried to moan as quietly as she could despite the intense pleasure she was experiencing, making Y/N smile lovingly at her on her folds.

"Good girl." Y/N hummed lowly into Kate’s core, making the girl shudder hard at her gesture, something that made Y/N’s grin broaden tenfold. She then laid a gentle peck on Kate’s clit, feeling it twitch under her lips at her gesture before pulling away just enough to talk without having Kate’s center in the way, meanwhile caressing the archer’s inner thigh gently, drawing small, idle circles there and triggering and eliciting a few goosebumps under her fingertips’ way, as she stared lovingly up and into Kate’s deep ocean blue eyes, staring back at her with just as much love and affection in them, "do you like it when I call you a good girl?"

"Fuck." Kate watched as the love previously present in Y/N’s Y/E/C pools got replaced by lust as she asked that question, making her body burn from arousal at her words. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

"Good to know." Y/N smirked widely at Kate before opening her mouth again to ask her next question, "is my good girl going to behave and not scream my name to prevent everyone else to know how good I am making her feel? It would be so fucking hot but also so bad for our undercover mission." Kate nodded quickly at her question as her hands twitched in Y/N’s Y/H/C tresses, a silent plea for Y/N to continue her previous ministrations. "I need words baby."

"I-I will try to not moan too loudly." Kate let out in a strained voice and whined under her breath when Y/N nodded at her with a small smile before reattaching her lips onto Kate’s clit and suckled on it hard a few more seconds. Y/N shuddered visibly at Kate moaning with a low tone when she slipped her tongue into her entrance slowly before curling it as soon as it was deep buried into her tight center, feeling her walls clench around her tongue immediately after and letting a moan out herself at the intoxicating sensation and at the wonderful taste and scent that was just Kate invading Y/N’s senses. "Oh babe, please- move." Y/N then realized she stilled her tongue’s movements as she was too wrapped up into her hazed mind and with a renewed determination to make Kate come again, into her mouth this time, and with the reminder of the very little time they have to really enjoy their activities, Y/N slipped her tongue almost all the way out before slamming it back into Kate’s center as hard as she could, while laying her thumb on Kate’s clit to increase her pleasure. Her movements were precise but rushed, since it was not the time nor the place to make love to her girlfriend and truly taking her time to enjoy it. It was just sex. Incredible, sudden sex that came out of nowhere, just out of lust. They definitely couldn’t do something like that in a school environment, especially since they were in that said school environment for an undercover mission. But they were completely driven by their lust and sexual tension that they had been stashing for too long and neither of them cared about it. They just wanted to feel the other completely up as they experienced great, rushed, semi-public sex as they made the other come. Y/N felt Kate’s hand twitch around her scalp, silently asking her for more as soft, hushed moans left her parted lips, and immediately gave her what she asked by increasing her pace as much as she could while pressing down on her clit harder before rolling it under her thumb and matching her tongue’s rhythm. She got rewarded with a maddeningly sultry moan as Kate clenched down on her scalp in rapture, while her hips canted up to meet Y/N’s tongue’s hard thrusts and her back arched in rapture, pleasure filling every cell of her body blissfully. "Fuck, fuck. Babe, so good!"

Y/N hummed in response right into her core and felt a gush of wetness leave Kate’s cunt as the vibrations of her hum travelled all over her body before curling her tongue deep into Kate’s center, feeling her walls clench impossibly hard around it, a clear sign Kate was close. So she increase her speed till she felt her jaw’s muscles sting from too much exertion, but pushed the stinging pain away and focused on making Kate come. She pinched Kate’s clit gently at the same time she curled her tongue into Kate’s core, eliciting another guttural, low groan from the archer. After a few more thrusts, Kate came with a long, breathy moan of Y/N’s name, mixed with a few profanities and gibberish. Y/N wailed needily in anticipation when the first drop of her orgasm’s juices met her tongue, then lapped up at Kate’s core eagerly as she licked her clean thoroughly. "Hello there." Y/N smiled lovingly down at Kate after pulling her mouth and fingers away from Kate’s cunt, hearing the girl’s moan of protest at the lack of intrusion, and moving up her body to be face to face with her, watching tenderly as Kate’s face was completely relaxed and slightly flushed from her recent orgasm.

"You are amazing." Kate smiled sweetly up at Y/N before pulling Y/N into a languid kiss and moaning into her mouth when her tongue slipped past her lips and tasted herself on Y/N’s own tongue. She sucked on Y/N’s tongue a bit hungrily, pulling a growl from Y/N at her needy gesture as she licked every nook and cranny of her mouth before reluctantly pulling away to take some needed breath. "I have one last question for you babe."

"Kate, we have been hiding here for too long, someone will come looking for us."

"I know, I just want to ask you this question. I know you will love it."

"Okay, shoot." Y/N sighed as she caved at Kate’s adorable pout before pulling away with confusion tinting her features when she watched Kate getting off the desk and fall onto her feet before dressing herself back, pulling her panties and pants up and then fixing her shirt slightly. "I thought you were going to ask me something." Y/N pointed out with her eyebrows furrowed, still not understanding what Kate wanted to ask her.

"I am, just let me finish fixing myself."

"Oh okay, I thought you were going to ask me something related to sex like asking me to fuck you again or something like that."

"Close, but not about me now." Y/N swallowed loudly at the predatory look flitting through Kate’s eyes as she grasped her hips, turned her around and made Y/N’s butt lay on the edge of the desk.

"Oh."

"My question is, can I bend you over this desk?"

Y/N felt her legs give out at that question as a pitiful moan left her lips, watching as Kate’s face morphed into a shit-eating grin while waiting for an answer. "I-I. Fuck, yes. Is that even a question? You could’ve just did that, holy shit!"

"I know, but consent is important. But now that I know we’re on the same page-." Kate pushed on the waistband of Y/N’s pants and moved them down her legs, watching as they pooled at her feet, before doing the same with her panties, then moving Y/N from her leaning position on the desk’s edge and turned her around, smiling adoringly at how pliant Y/N was being to her actions. She put a finger under Y/N’s chin and turned her head to the side to kiss her slowly as her other hand kneaded her ass greedily, eliciting a small moan from Y/N, promptly swallowing it as she kissed her more fervently. Another wail left Y/N’s throat when Kate’s hand moved from Y/N’s ass to her front and teased her center slightly, collecting as much of the great amount of wetness and arousal collected there as she could before pulling them away at the same time she detached her lips from Y/N’s ones, chuckling lowly when Y/N whined in protest at the lack of stimulation and kissing and tried to chase her lips down. Kate pecked her lips once more before silently pushing on Y/N’s shoulder blades and making her lean over her desk, humming as with this new position she got a great view of her dripping pussy as her ass sticked out in the air. She groped her left ass cheek gently, before laying a small slap there and shuddering wildly when Y/N moaned pitifully at her gesture, her fingers of her left hand on the edge of the desk turning white as they gripped the wooden surface in need and pleasure. They are definitely gonna have that conversation later on. "So ready for me." Kate noted in an hum as she moved her fingers down her center and slipped just the tip of her index and middle finger before slipping them away and pushing them down to tease her clit gently, watching Y/N moan into her right forearm to muffle her loud sounds. She experimentally slapped Y/N’s ass softly once again and reveled in the animalistic groan leaving Y/N’s throat as she clearly bit down on her forearm’s skin, "we are definitely talking about this-." She trailed off to lay another slap there, smiling proudly when she got rewarded with another moan from Y/N, before continuing, "but now, widen your stance a bit please." Y/N immediately did as she was told and spread her legs wider, sticking her ass up more for Kate, making her hum in appreciation as her core pulsated in need at the wonderful sight. If she wasn’t so focused on wanting to fuck Y/N bent over her desk, she would’ve slotted her own hand in her own pants and touched yourself with Y/N bent over for her, "good girl." Kate felt a gush of wetness leave Y/N’s cunt at her words whispered in a sultry, low tone and Kate smirked widely at that, "someone likes being called a good girl too."

"Kate, babe please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. We have a short amount of time, so pleaSE mmhph-." Y/N almost screamed out loud but quickly pushed her mouth on her forearm and bit down hard on her skin to prevent the whole school to hear her when Kate immediately slipped two fingers in without notice and set an already unrelenting, maddeningly fast pace into her core.

"Ugh, your wonderful pussy is so tight." Kate grunted as she pulled her fingers out before slamming them right back in, hearing Y/N’s moans muffled and shivering at how dirty the whole situation was, "I can’t wait to stretch it beautifully." Kate stated and without warning added a third finger, feeling right after Y/N clench onto her fingers buried deep into her core. She thrusted her fingers in and out quickly, but she was not over yet. She had to do one more thing before making her fantasy coming true (no pun intended). She slipped her fingers all the way out slowly and before Y/N could protest, she slammed her fingers back in hard with the help of her hips as deep as she could as she started up a fast rhythm, making Y/N’s body rock back and forth onto the desk. "Fuck you look so beautiful like this. Bent over your desk as I drill into you. Do you want your best student to fuck you into your desk?"

"Oh, yes please, babe. Make me come so fucking hard!"

"Hm, as you wish princess." So Kate slammed back into Y/N’s pussy harder, not that much to hurt her but hard enough to almost make her see stars, before repeating her gesture but this time curling her fingers as soon as she was buried knuckle deep into her, pulling a guttural growl from Y/N.

"Yes babe, fuck me! Oh fuck there!" Kate let a moan of her own out when Y/N pushed her hips back to meet her thrusts, making her ass slam into her front hotly and quickly moved her hand from laying comfortably on the girl’s right hip to help her movements around to her front and circled her clit with her index and middle finger to increase her pleasure, "oh babe, you fuck me so goOD yes! I’m close babe! I’m so fucking close!"

"Such a good girl." Kate smirked widely when Y/N whined in response before moaning alongside Y/N when the girl tipped off the edge and spurted her juices out of her core and onto her hand. Kate slowed her fingers’ movements until she felt Y/N’s body stop trembling, slid her digits out slowly and heard Y/N groan at the lack of fullness. She miles softly at the sound and leaned over Y/N’s body to pepper kisses all over her clothed left shoulder lovingly. "How do you feel?"

"Fucking amazing babe." Y/N whimpered pitifully when Kate’s hands caressed her hips lovingly, making Kate chuckle under her breath, "I love you so much."

"I love you, Y/N/N." Kate met Y/N’s lips in a soft, tender kiss when the Y/E/C girl turned her head around to the side to kiss her, sliding their lips over each other slowly for a few moments before Y/N patted Kate’s butt gently to silently ask her to move so she could dress herself back. Y/N noticed and felt how Kate shivered at her gesture and smirked knowingly at her as she slipped her panties and pants back on.

"Well, well, well. It seems I’m not the only one liking getting slightly spanked."

"Ugh." Kate groaned childishly at Y/N’s teasing tone and felt her stomach explode with million of butterflies flying around her stomach like crazy when she giggled cutely at her reaction and at her gentle blush. "This is not the place to have this conversation."

"Babe you just drilled into me bent over my desk. I eat you out on my desk. It may not be the right place to have that conversation, but it may change since it’s not the place to fuck each other’s brain out either, but we did anyway." Kate blushed furiously but nodded in affirmation.

"Okay, you kinda have a point."

Y/N giggled softly as she bracketed Kate’s face gently and pecked Kate’s lips lovingly a few times, sharing a couple of loud, playful pecks before pulling away and nuzzling their noses together cutely as they laid their foreheads together and stared into each other’s eyes lovingly, "but we are having this conversation at our house. I don’t want you to get into trouble. I’m not done yet with you and you possibly getting detention means we will have to wait until tonight to talk and possibly put into action the subject of our conversation and it would be unfortunate."

Kate felt her whole body lit up immediately as her core got instantly even more wet (she was still trying to recover from fucking Y/N bent over for her). "Oh great! Now I have to finish my last class of the day turned on and thinking about what’s to come."

"Hopefully me, you, us both together. There are a lot of possibilities." Y/N smirked as she felt pride swell in her chest at her witty comeback and basked in Kate’s animalistic growl as a blush formed on her cheeks. "Anyway, there are only 5 minutes left. Go. I’ll see you later, my love."

"Okay, I’ll see you later at home. I love you."

"I love you babe!"

-

"No, nothing too suspicious going around the school for now. We did as you asked and blended in perfectly." Y/N stated over their secure and encrypted FaceTime with Maria, briefing her over their month and a half mission spent in the school after their dinner.

"Can you actually believe she is the most loved teacher in the school? All her students love her." Kate spoke up right after making Y/N laugh alongside Maria, watching as the brunette nodded with an unimpressed expression on her face and into her blue eyes.

"I don’t know why but I can actually believe it."

"Anyway, we just wanted to blend in completely for the rest of the month to gain as much intel as we could before taking action with stakeouts and all that shit. We have the opportunity to observe our first suspect during Kate’s trip to San Francisco. My students asked me to accompanying them alongside him, so it will be a great opportunity to maybe get into his phone and control his contacts and combos with them."

"Great! Take as much time as you need. This is an important mission and we can’t loose the opportunity to expose those assholes."

"Okay, thank you." Kate spoke up this time, feeling her heart beat loudly in her ribcage at the prospect of lay on the down-low for a little bit more, knowing Y/N felt the same as she gripped her hand gently perched on Y/N’s thigh, hid away from the camera, and Kate squeezed back.

"Well, we will FaceTime again in-."

"Okay okay, you had your time with them Maria Hill. It’s my turn now." Y/N and Kate smiled sweetly on the screen as they watched a hand yank Maria out of view then grabbing the laptop and making the camera move frantically around before it stabilizes on Yelena’s smiling face as she walked out of the room. "Yeah yeah, they will call you whenever you want."

"El, it’s rude to interrupt people." Kate smiled at her best friend and watched as she now reached a room, closed the door and sat on the bed.

"Do not worry your small brain Kate Bishop, she will be fine. I warned her she only had 15 minutes, then it was my turn."

"Ohw how cute. Yelena has a heart. She misses us Kate!" Y/N taunted with a teasing tone, smirking widely when Yelena rolled her eyes but had a small blush on her cheeks.

"Don’t make me fly over there and kick your ass Y/N Y/L/N. America is busy with the magician, Kamala is visiting her parents, Spidey boy is on a mission and I am really close in punching Cassie’s face repeatedly. She has been bugging me with trying her new creation, some kind of giant I don’t know what." Y/N, Kate and Yelena jumped up in fright when Cassie appeared right beside Yelena after going back to her normal form.

"Do you know it’s rude to speak badly about your friends when they’re not there?"

"Do you know it is rude to scare people by snooping around shrunk into something smaller than a fleck of dust?! Do you see this?! This is why I miss you guys!" Yelena looked into the camera exasperated as she pointed with her index finger to a smiling Cassie as she waved enthusiastically at them.

"Hey Cass." Y/N waved at her friend back, watching as Kate did the same, with a bright smile as them both eyed their friends bicker like always.

"I know you love me Yelena. Admit it!"

"Yeah, in your dreams. Or maybe I will when you’ll stop harassing me about trying your weird creations."

"But they’re good! Y/N and Kate tried them and they liked them a lot."

"It’s true El. You have to try her tiny burgers, they are out of this world." Y/N butted in the conversation and laughed loudly when Yelena grunted out in response as she crossed her arms childishly.

"No. Only when she will create a giant pot of mac and cheese, I will consider trying it."

"Oh great idea! Guys tonight Yelena will warm up to me, you’ll see!" Cassie smiled into the camera and winked at her friends laughing their asses off from the other side of the screen.

"Please FaceTime us when she will try it." Kate spoke up after wiping away a few tears that escaped before grasping Y/N’s hand again and entwined their fingers together, shielding them away from the camera for now. They wanted to tell their friends about them getting together, but they hadn’t figure it out yet.

"Why am I suddenly the one attacked? Stop teaming up against me!" Yelena pouted as she crossed her arms under her chest childishly once again.

"Ohw, no El. We love you." Cassie told Yelena in a sweet tone as she leaned over to hug her but Yelena stopped her with a withering glance as she leaned back and away from Cassie’s grasp.

"If you want your limbs to stay attached to your body, I recommend you to stay where you are."

"See? She loves me." Cassie whispered as she turned her head towards the camera before leaning that last bit over and hugging Yelena with her arms still crossed and with a big frown, but Y/N and Kate knew better. Yelena wouldn’t have allowed Cassie to come near her if she didn’t actually care for her. They both could clearly see the blonde visibly relax into Cassie’s embrace and smiled widely at their interaction, happy that their friends started to get along.

"So, how is my favorite couple doing?" Yelena spoke up after Cassie pulled away from her, perking up curiously when she watched the two girls look sheepishly down their laps with hard blushes adorning their cheeks. "Anything new we need to know?" Yelena pushed as a smirk appeared on her lips, before bumping Cassie’s right arm with her elbow and silently pointed to the camera with her head. As soon as the blonde turned her head to look curiously at the screen, Yelena watched delighted as Cassie mirrored her smug grin when she noticed the two girl’s shy behavior.

"Any exciting news?" Cassie pushed too as she lifted her right eyebrow up in question and reveled in the two girls still avoiding their gazes while their hard blushes intensified.

"Hm, we are going to San Francisco for a field trip!" Kate dodged the subject and answered the questions the two girls directed at them with an excited look on her face, Y/N nodding alongside her.

"I am the most loved teacher in the school and my students asked me to accompanying them, so I’m going too."

"Yeah we heard you briefing Maria about it." Cassie nodded as her smile widened some more, meeting Yelena’s amused eyes for a brief second before looking at her friends still blushing hard and avoiding answering their questions.

"Is there a reason why you are not looking at us?" Yelena pushed once again with a teasing tone, knowing the two girls, especially Kate, would cave in and spill their secret in a second.

"Okay okay! Stop looking a us like that, it burns!" Kate groaned dramatically as she covered her blushing face with her hands, immediately relaxing when a warm hand laid on her back and caressed it gently and comfortably.

"Would you like to tell them?" Y/N asked in a soft tone as she met Kate’s ocean blue eyes and smiled gently at her.

"No, you go." Kate shook her head gently and smiled up at her girlfriend before meeting Yelena’s and Cassie’s eyes through the screen and waited for Y/N to deliver the news.

"Tell us what?" Cassie asked curiously as her smug grin remained glued on her lips while her eyebrow lifted up in question, watching as Yelena crossed her arms again and looked at her friends expectantly.

"There had been a few changes during these couple of days and we wanted to tell you sooner but we were busy gaining intel and with these new changes, so it kinda slipped away and-."

"Kate Bishop you are rubbing her off too much. Get to the point Y/N."

"Right, well I guess it’s better if I just rip the bandaid off right away. Hm-." Y/N trailed off as she anxiously moved her left leg up and down before stopping her movements altogether when Kate placed her comforting hand there to relax her nerves. "We started dating a few days ago."

Y/N and Kate blushed hard once again when Cassie squealed as she sat up and down excitedly on the bed while Yelena looked at them with pride, mixed with mischief, swelling into her green eyes. "Kate Bishop, you finally found the guts to ask her out."

"I’m so happy for you guys, AH! You are so cute together, oh my god!" Cassie tapped Yelena’s arm excitedly, pulling a small smile from the former black widow as she nodded in agreement.

"So, let‘s talk about the most important topic here. Did you fuck yet?"

"YELENA!" Cassie slapped the blonde’s arm gently and widened her eyes incredulously at her friend for her question.

"What?! It’s a legit question and from their faces the answer is definitely yes. More than once."

"How the fuck did you figure it out from only a screen?!" Kate asked incredulously as her face burned as red as a tomato and groaned when the girl only chuckled pleased with her teasing.

"You forgot I was trained to detect anything from any kind of distance or device. I can see you avoiding looking at the camera, Y/N biting on her bottom lip and even if I can’t see your hands, I am pretty positive your hand is on her thigh. Oh I almost forgot, you have an hickey right here." Yelena pointed to the base of her neck near the collar of her t-shirt, "your shirt is doing a shit job at hiding it." Yelena explained her observations and smirked proudly when Kate whined in frustration as she flipped her off, while Cassie let out a ‘ooh’ and mirrored Yelena’s smirk before high-fiving her.

"Remind me why we are still friends with them?" Y/N asked Kate as she rolled her eyes at her friends’ antics and circled the black haired girl’s shoulders when she hid her blushing face into her neck before laying a soft kiss on her head.

"Ohw look at them El! They are so cute!"

"They are, I must admit it. So, wanna tell us how it happened?" The girls then started explaining the night they had their first time together and everything that happened between them, even a few juicy details since Yelena insisted on hearing them too. "Okay, wait hold on, did you seriously got together after challenging each other on fingering a fake vagina?" When the two girls nodded sheepishly, the blonde let out a loud laugh as she leaned her head back and clapped her hands in amusement, "oh my God this is amazing. Can I see the fake vagina?"

"Why are you always so eager with this things?" Y/N groaned as Kate sat up and walked towards the drawer to retrieve the device.

"Because it makes you two uncomfortable and it is a great view to witness." Kate scoffed out loud before sitting back beside Y/N and lifting the device up to the camera to make the other two girls see it perfectly. "Ah here it is!"

"Oh shit it looks so real." Cassie butted in as she leaned closer to the laptop screen to take a better look as she widened her eyes comically.

"Thank Shuri for that. She was the one who created them."

"Hold on. Them?" Cassie asked confusedly as she leaned back and sat comfortably back on the bed.

"Yeah, since it was for my class, Shuri created a fake vagina and a fake penis for an interactive class."

"Shit, I want to see it too now!" Yelena clapped her hands in amusement as she laughed loudly when Kate returned with the other device and wiped a few tears that escaped her eyes, "Cassie, we are going to Maria Hill later and ask her to join Y/N and Kate Bishop on their mission."

"Even if I hated high school, I’m willing to deal with it all over again to witness Y/N talking about vaginas in front of a class."

"She is shockingly good as a teacher. Everyone loves her."

"They just love me because I do what every other teacher does not, treat those kids as humans." Y/N shrugged nonchalantly as she smiled down at Kate when she leaned her head on her shoulder and cuddled into her tenderly, Y/N circling her arm around Kate’s shoulders and pushed her more into her body.

"Ohw, Y/N/N! I wish I had a teacher like you in high school, I would have loved spend time in your class."

"So, another serious question. Did you already fuck in Y/N’s class during school hours?" Yelena asked after a few seconds and smirked widely as she had her answer right away when both girls blushed furiously before answering honestly and retelling what happened that morning.

-

"Alright guys! Line up so we can make sure everyone is here. I’m also going to fish you guys’ names to choose your roommate for this trip." Y/N made all the students line up beside the school bus and handed Mr. Wright the guys’ box with the guys’ names in it so he could pair them up and smirked inwardly as she eyed the girls’ box in her hands where she created an invisible compartment where put Kate’s fake name in it. She knew one girl in their group won’t have a roommate since the girl’s number was uneven, so they both thought about a stratagem to casually make Kate share her room with Y/N. Not only to go on with their mission without arousing suspect, but also to have their fare share of fun while being on a school trip. "Oh no, Anderson, it seems like you don’t have a roommate. You are the last name in it."

"Yes! I’m getting a single room!" Kate faked being enthusiastic for not having to share a room, eliciting a few groans for her classmates and giggled at them in apology.

"Oh no, it’s against the rules. Every student has to have a roommate since you’re underage." Mr. Wright butted in unexpectedly before Y/N could say the same thing, so she just nodded in agreement and clapped her hands together.

"She can stay with me." Y/N spoke up after staying silent for a while, making it seem like she was thinking about a solution when in fact she was just checking Kate out. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a worn out black t-shirt and her signature boots, her hair down flawlessly in soft curls and light make up that still highlighted her wonderful ocean blue eyes, knocking Y/N’s breath away at how effortlessly beautiful Kate was. "I know, sharing a room with a teacher." Y/N made a disgusted face and sound, making everyone, including Kate, laugh, before speaking up again, continuing with Kate’s and her plan, "but it’s the only way you can come with us.".

"I mean, I don’t have a problem sharing a room with you Miss. Williams. I really want to go see the aquarium!" Kate replied with a convincing innocent voice and smiled shyly at Y/N to sell their lie better.

"Then it’s settled. Let’s go in now, we don’t want to be late."

Y/N rolled her eyes when Mr. Wright entered the bus without waiting for all their students to go in and made the whole class laugh at her gesture, "that’s one of the reasons I’m gay. Guys don’t ever become like him, okay?"

The whole class laughed again as the girls clapped their hands in agreement while the boys nodded as they assured her in choir they won’t become like Mr. Wright. "Damn Anderson, you are so lucky! You are going to share a room with the coolest person in our school!" Y/N heard Roy comment as he waited his turn to go into the bus and his classmates let out sounds of agreement, making Y/N chuckle under her breath.

"Oh, am I really the coolest person in our school? A few days ago I was just ‘the coolest teacher in our school’."

"We upgraded it after you stood up for Jen when that asshole tried to steal her homework."

"Language. And it was really my pleasure, that asshole deserved being expelled."

"Language Miss. Williams." The whole class told her in choir making her laugh heartily as she leaned her head back.

"I can swear whenever and how much I want guys. I’m an adult. Let’s go now, before Mr. Wright goes behind the wheel and leaves without us."

The whole class laughed at her joke and one by one entered the bus, leaving a few row of seats to distance themselves from Mr. Wright sat on the front row on the left side and already snoring loudly and asked Y/N to join them to talk during their trip to San Francisco. "Okay Miss. Williams the next question is for you."

"Okay, I’m ready."

"Have you ever had a crush on one of your teachers?" Roy asked smugly as he winked at her dramatically, making Y/N laugh alongside the whole class at his joke. Kate however was laser focused on Y/N’s answer wanting to know what Y/N will answer to that question.

"Still trying to sweep me off my feet Miller?" Y/N asked quizzically as she stared Roy down with an unimpressed eyebrow arched up before answering as truthfully as she could, "but to answer your question, yes." The whole class erupted in loud whistles as Y/N chuckled loudly and tried to calm them down to elaborate her answer, meeting Kate’s eyes for a brief second, finding curiosity shining in them, smirking imperceptibly up at her before speaking up again, "anyway, it wasn’t an high school teacher or a college professor. It was my archery teacher when I took archery lessons." Y/N wanted to meet Kate’s widened eyes seductively as she answered Roy’s question as truthfully as she could since she was actually talking about Kate. Even though she never took proper archery lessons, Kate had taught a few things about archery to her and it was true that she was attracted to Kate, so much so it was almost embarrassing. "She is just a few years older than me and she is so beautiful. I found myself most times than I care to admit mesmerized by her explanations. She had to pull me out of my head every time she talked so passionately about archery."

"Have you ever made a move on her?" Jen asked when Y/N trailed off to sigh and smile dumbly up in the air and smiled back at her at Y/N’s mesmerized expression.

"No, of course not! She was way out of my league. And even if I had tried to ask her out, I would’ve passed out in front of her from too much anxiety."

Kate chuckled alongside her classmates at Y/N’s answer and looked at her lovingly when she met her eyes quickly once again, her stomach flipping over itself at the fact they finally worked their fears out and started dating. Y/N made her so fucking happy Kate didn’t know it was possible and she fell even more in love with her every single day passing. "Anderson you’re next. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done to get your crush’s attention?"

"Wow way to humiliate me and my badass reputation Jen!" Kate joked with a fake annoyed tone, making her classmate laugh as she grimaced in apology. "Anyway, let me think, hm- oh yeah! Back in Boston I had an huge crush on my martial art classmate. She is the best of the class and every time we had to pair up to spar I made sure I was always the one that was paired up with her."

"Lame Anderson. I bet you lost every time against her."

"I actually did, Kim. But, was winning against her really important when I always found myself pinned on the ground with her on top of me as she pressed her whole body on my own to make me stay put?" Kate asked rhetorically as she smirked knowingly and wiggled her eyebrows sultrily, making the whole class whistle at her and clap at her amazing idea. She took advantage of the class being distracted on commenting her rhetorical question to meet Y/N’s eyes and lift a seductive eyebrow up at her, watching as she gulped visibly while fidgeting on her spot. Like Y/N did with Kate, Kate was actually talking about Y/N. "I must admit I didn’t even try to fight her sometimes to just make her pin me down with her thighs around my torso, but that’s not the point of my answer. Anyway-." Y/N clenched her thighs together when her core pulsated wildly at Kate’s admission, getting turned on in an instant as her mind replayed every time she found herself on top of Kate and also thought, like Kate did, about how sexual their positions always looked. They both felt it then. "Since I was the second most talented student and my ego needed to be protected despite my love for that girl, I had to try to at least fight back a few times with my other teammates. It once happened I had to spar with one of my teammates and everyone else had to watch us. So I thought, ‘I can prove her I’m good. That I just kept loosing with her because I was too much of a gay mess to function with her near me’. But it didn’t go as planned when I was almost ready to win the fight and I wanted to pull a move to impress her, but I accidentally slipped and fell face first on the mate, resulting me with a bleeding nose, a black eye and a swelling cheek." Kate admitted shyly as the whole class chuckled at her story, meanwhile Y/N smiled fondly as she recalled that day and at how worried she was about Kate after sparring with Yelena. "But in the end, she stayed with me in the med bay and even kissed my cheek, telling me these exact words, ‘you did amazing.‘. I think I passed out for about a moment, making the doctor think it was due to a concussion, when in fact it was her fault."

"Smooth, Anderson. Smooth." Roy leaned over and high-fived her, followed by Jen and a few other people around them, while Y/N just shook her head and laughed softly under her breath at Kate’s antics when she winked at her imperceptibly for everyone else and did the same as she smirked at her. "Next one!"

-

"Alright guys, we just need to do the check in, grab everyone’s keys and settle-."

"Oh my God Liz!" Y/N turned around when she heard a familiar voice, followed by Kate who sported the same expression before the whole class did the same as them.

"Ca-." Y/N started before a body collided with her as they hugged her hard, stopping her mid-sentence. "What the fuck is happening?"

"Liz it’s been too long!" Yelena stated with a fake American accent as she smiled widely, before Cassie approached them and hugged Y/N too. "What are the odds to meet here in San Francisco?"

"Very low, trust me." Y/N let out through gritted teeth as she forced a smile to not let her students and Mr. Wright detect something was wrong or odd. "What are you two doing here?"

"Chloe and I wanted to see the aquarium! We had been talking about it for a while and I just told her the other day, why not go and visit it?"

"Oh how nice." Y/N let out with a too sweet tone as she restrained herself from beating the shit out of both girls for pulling this shit right now.

"Yeah right? Emma just came to me the other day and said ‘pack your bags, we’re going to San Francisco!’" Cassie explained as she waved at all the students looking at them curiously, "hi!"

"Miss. Williams, are all your friends this hot?"

"Roy-" Y/N turned towards her student and pointed at him menacingly, "don’t test my limits. There are already these two idiots for that." Y/N explained as she looked at him pointedly and smiled when Jen, Kate and Paul slapped the back of Roy’s head.

"Hi guys, you must be the students Elizabeth is always talking about. I’m Emma." Yelena waved at the class and smiled at them sweetly.

"I am Chloe." Cassie did the same as Yelena and waved at the kids enthusiastically with a bright grin.

"Nice to meet you guys." The whole class spoke out loud before Y/N turned her head towards Yelena and Cassie and stared at them with a withering glare.

"When did you book your tickets for the aquarium?"

"Tomorrow at 10 a.m.!" Yelena answered Y/N’s question with a bright smile and reveled in Y/N’s eyes widening comically at her statement.

"Oh great, we are going together I guess."

[tartarusknight]

The King of the Freaks | Pt 5

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Steve is trying not to panic. Honestly, what was he thinking! He was desperate, and they could all tell. He slammed his locker open and rubbed his face. "Steve?" Jonathan's voice was soft, and Steve jumped. "Is everything alright?" He questioned, and when Steve looked over, he noticed Nancy. She was over by her own locker, looking over at them. She most likely was the one who told Jonathan to come over and talk to him. It's not like Jonathan had any reason to talk to him. They weren't friends.

Steve nodded and cleared his throat, "Yeah. It's nothing important," he promised. And it wasn't even a lie. Jonathan nodded slowly, and Steve wanted out of this conversation. Sure, Jonathan was a good guy. But Steve still hurt from how everything unfolded. He didn't blame Nancy for moving on, and honestly, Jonathan and her should've been together for months, but... it still hurt.

"You know, it's okay to be jumpy after everything." Jonathan said softly, and Steve's smile was strained as the conversation kept going. "You know you can always talk to us." And it hurt a little, hearing that. Because once upon a time, it was the other way around. It was Steve reaching out with apologies at the ready. (Trust him. He knew he overstepped and was an asshole. He also knew if he didn't overstep, then Jonathan wouldn't have fought him, and that's what Steve wanted at the time. To mask the pain swirling in his chest with actual pain.)

But it wasn't him and Nancy, looking out for Jonathan anymore. It was Nancy and Jonathan... and Steve- well, it wasn't the same. Steve wasn't close to Jonathan, and Nancy made it clear how she felt. The invite was done out of pity and fucked up trauma Steve's never going to deal with.

Nancy didn't love him, and she sure as hell didn't care about him if she was able to break his heart so quickly and refuse to apologize for throwing it in his face like a grenade. So, he squared his shoulders. "It's not about that. I was an idiot again, you know, nothing new." He gave him a sharp grin and shut his locker.

Except then, Nancy's there, siding up next to Jonathan. "Come on, Steve, can't we still be friends?" And the words die in Steve's throat. He thought he did enough for her. He let her go without making her feel guilty. He never told her how much she hurt him.

But he also never thanked her for pushing him to realize what a piece of shit he was. Because Nancy was always right, Steve had to be bullshit. Everything he worked towards the last year was bullshit. And if that's all bullshit than the only thing he's good at is throwing himself in front of danger. He could be Billy's target, so he doesn't bother anyone else. He could take all the shit the kids throw at him. But he didn't think he could take Nancy yelling at him again. Her words sharpened over time.

He took a deep breath, but before he could force himself to say anything, someone bumped into him. It's just like a small nudge to get his attention. It's a kinder version of a slap on the back from a teammate. "Hey Steve," Grant smiled.

Something eased in him at Grant's presence. "Hey," he smiled and tried not to note the look of annoyance on Nancy's face.

"So, we were wondering what days you're busy," he asked, and Steve glanced at the couple one last time before letting Grant pull him away.

"See you guys, around." He waved and headed down the hallway with Gtant. "You don't have to make your schedule around me."

Grant laughed and bumped him again, "we want you there. I think Gareth and Eddie are betting which one of them can get you to make a character first."

Steve's brain halted and paused. He was so focused on Grant that he didn't notice Billy until someone slammed into his shoulder hard enough to send him to the ground. "Watch your step, princess." Billy grins at him and Steve huffs.

Tommy kicks his bag away from him before he can stand, and he sneers. "Really making friends with the freaks? You're so desperate," he mocks and slams Grant backward into the lockers. It makes Steve see red, and he quickly moves.

He stands up easily and doesn't reach for his bag. He just pushes Tommy back from Grant and stares down at him. Tommy's back hits the lockers, and Steve grins down at him, watching Tommy's face go red. "Anyone's better than you," he winks, and just like always, Tommy's tongue was tied. Steve knew things about Tommy, things that he never shared, things Steve kept to himself. And he wouldn't tell anyone, but he'd use it to his advantage to protect the others.

Billy shoved him off of Tommy, and Steve held up his hands in a surrender gesture. Billy looked him up and down before looking at Grant. "Protecting freaks now?"

Steve smirked, "Your sister's a freak?"

"Steve," Grant cut in, and Billy scoffed.

"Shut it, fatty!" He growled, and Steve punched him before he even meant to. A crowd was starting to form as Steve straightened up. Billy laughed and dread coursed through Steve. "You really want to try this again?" Billy spat and Steve swallowed. His face was still sore from the last time.

"Don't be a dick," he nodded at Grant and Billy raised an eyebrow.

He leaned closer, and Steve fought against the urge to flinch. "You really did fall from the top."

Steve put all his king Steve swagger in his body. "I'm not going to fight for a make-believe crown." He glanced back at Grant and hoped his eyes were convincing enough to get him to walk away. "Not when you get off on it." And Steve's slammed back onto the ground.

"Billy!" A teacher snapped, and everything stopped. Grant moved to help Steve up, but Steve wasn't in the mood. He pushed himself up and dusted himself off. He moved and grabbed his bag from the floor. Billy was glaring, but he walked off with Tommy and a few others.

He felt exhausted, and his head was starting to swim. "Uh, just come over whenever. Honestly, it's not a big deal, I'll warn you guys on days when I'm not free... Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have swimming until 6." He offered and rubbed a hand down his face. His face hurt from the pressure, but he used it to ground himself.

The bell rang, and he looked over at Grant. He smiled and tried not to look like the mess he was. "I'm gonna go," he pointed behind him as they parted ways. He waited until Grant was out of view before ducking out of the school. He headed to his car and quickly got in. He leaned his head against the wheel before he let out a big shuddering breath before pulling himself back together and backing out of the parking lot. He could deal with his failing grades tomorrow.

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[bingoboingobongo]

cod characters alphabet: gratitude

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza

Warnings: none

Prompt: Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

A/N: god why do u have to make me fall in love with every boy i meet

simon "ghost" riley:

guys let's be honest you do not have to tell ghost to be grateful ever

i mean he is the poster child for not taking things for granted, like he is very aware that nothing is promised and things very much can be worse

he is always super duper grateful for anything and everything that you do for him

literally even just liking him or texting him

he's very conscious that he has a lot of flaws and so he's very appreciative that you don't let them hinder your love for him

that being said, he's not the greatest at expressing his gratefulness

he's not really good at expressing his feelings in general, but i'd say it pains him the most that he can't show his gratefulness to you as well as he would like to

he really wants you to know that he recognizes all the things you do but sometimes it can be tough to do

he'll try to mention it casually or be nonchalant about it

but inside he's positively bursting with love for you

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so soap is sorta half and half

like all of these guys he's in the military and he knows not to take things for granted

but sometimes he can just be a little clueless and so if you're doing something really subtle, don't expect him to notice it right away

now if you're doing something bigger than soap definitely notices

he's very vocal about how grateful he is for you and he'll pull you into a hug and tell you how you're "the best thing to happen to him"

he'll usually try to match your act with an act of his own

whether that be through quality time or a gift or date night

he's also just generally really grateful for you, regardless of if you've done anything specific for him recently

he's constantly telling you how lucky he is to have you and how he'll never find anyone as good to him as you are

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so gaz's very observant and so he recognizes all of the little things you do for him

his family raised him to show his gratitude and that's definitely something that stuck with him

so he's very vocal when it comes to thanking you

whenever you do something for him, whether it's big or small, he's quick to tell you thanks as soon as he notices

if you're with him he'll usually give you a peck on the forehead followed by a quick "thanks, love"

or if you're not there he'll text you (or send a voice message) saying thank you

like soap, he also shows his gratitude for you unprompted

he's just thankful that he can call you his and he'll let you know that all the time

whenever you guys are separated he'll do his best to call or text you

and he always finishes out his messages by telling you he loves you and that he's the luckiest person in the world because he gets to call you his

john price:

okay so don't get me wrong price is a very grateful and observant guy

he recognizes all the little things that you do for him and it makes him love you so much more

but he doesn't really express his gratitude explicitly very often

i think part of it just comes from how he was raised and another part comes from him just not really feeling the need to

in his opinion, he expresses his gratitude through his love for you

he's a strong believer that actions are more important than words and so you'll find him showing you his gratitude more than he tells you his gratitude

him lowering the volume of his alarm and only letting it ring once so it doesn't wake you up, remembering how you like your coffee or tea, helping you apply lotion or brushing through your hair after a shower

the little things

that being said, if you tell him that you want him to be more vocal than he will be

he'll always be telling you thank you, how lucky he is to have you, how he probably couldn't get through his day without you

just generally being thankful

alejandro vargas:

okay so alejandro is such a romantic that his heart explodes every time he notices the little things you do for him

again, he knows full well that tomorrow is far from promised and so he wants to do his best to make sure that you understand how thankful he is for you

he's always showing you his gratitude, verbally and through acts

whether that's rubbing your feet after a long day, running you a bath and pampering you when you're going through it, or making you lunches to bring to work when he's home

in terms of how he expresses his gratitude verbally, he does it all sorts of ways

usually in a mix of spanish and english and done so romantically it has you swooning

"you're so good to me princesa, i would buy every star in the galaxy for you"

"you bring so much light into my life, corazón, i would go blind without you"

what can i say he has a way with words

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

okay so rudy's like eternally grateful for you, like you can't even verbalize his love for you

for one he didn't even think he had a chance with someone like you and so he'll never stop being grateful that you gave him a chance

but the thing is, rudy's a little inexperienced in the relationship department and so he can be a little oblivious to the little things

he'll notice it eventually, but it might take him a little while to notice that his towels are always warmed when he gets out of the shower, or that whenever he texts you that he had a bad day there's a meal waiting for him when he gets back home

don't worry though, because he can recognize the big gestures pretty easily

when he does express his gratitude for you, he's very insistent about it (but not in a bad way)

he really wants you to know just how much he's grateful for you and he'll twist himself inside out to do so

he might not have the best way with words but he'll get his message across through sheer eagerness

he'll also do his best to show you his thankfulness through his actions

making you dinner, buying you little trinkets that remind him of you, running to the store in the middle of the night because you said you were hungry

valeria garza:

okay so valeria's very observant so she definitely notices all the little things that you do for her

but like ghost, she's not the best at vocalizing her gratitude to you

but just because she's bad at vocalizing it doesn't mean she's not grateful, because she definitely is

she knows how hard it must be to put up with her and love her, especially because of her career

but you do it anyways and that really does mean the world to her

she'll show you her gratefulness in her own little way though

it's very subtle and you might not even notice it, but she'll try and protect you from danger

she'll tell her dealers not to sell by your work, hire people to watch the streets on your commute home so you don't get attacked

very small things that you might not even notice

when you're asleep, she'll whisper how thankful she is for you while she strokes your head or your back

[fabbyf1]

Are you still responding on comments at AO3?

Besties, 

I want to talk about something that makes me uncomfortable. I hope you’ll allow me to speak my mind, hear what I’m saying, and not jump to any conclusions. Please don’t read any further into this than what it’s actually about. 

I want to talk about comments on AO3. 

Comments on AO3 are so fucking important. If you’ve ever published something on AO3, you know how incredibly special they are. Writing is such a long, lonely process that we all do for free. We challenge ourselves to be creative and to produce content that we want to see in the world. We take time away from our own lives and responsibility to do something that we love to do. 

And sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll build up a little following of people that enjoy your stuff. People who will read your fics religiously, even if it’s not something they would have previously clicked on. And that, my friends, is an insane feeling of validation. It’s something I’ve never experienced before, even though I’ve been writing since I was 12. 

F1 RPF is such a special place to be. 

Having you all back me and support me is insane. I love it so much. The fact you have such faith in my writing that you’ll click on a fic and go into it with an open mind simply because I wrote it is mind-blowing to me. I never want that to change, and I never want you all to feel like I’m immune or numb to that. I am so incredibly thankful for your support. 

I’ll never be able to find the words to express how much joy I get from posting a fic and seeing you all freak out over it. It makes it worthwhile. It inspires me to keep going. It builds my confidence and helps me continue to take time out of my personal life to write these things, knowing that I’m not just doing it for myself anymore. 

But that’s where the tricky part comes in, and I’m not sure how to talk about it without sounding like a whining little bitch. I don’t want you to think I’m telling you how to praise me. I never want you to think I’m taking feedback, comments, or praise for granted because I promise you I’m not. 

I still cry and gag and scream over every single comment I receive, no matter how long or short the comment is. I screenshot them and send them off rapid-fire to my little group of besties so that we can all cry over them together. 

But I think it’s important we keep it on the right platform. 

Very recently, I have stopped responding to comments on AO3. It wasn’t an easy decision for me, and I cried actual real-life tears about it because I didn’t want anyone to hate me or think I was a rude, self-absorbed lil bitch. 

Up until this week, I was religiously responding to every single comment I received. Because I wanted you all to know how much they meant to me. But I’ve reached a certain point now where it’s taking too much time out of my day to respond to them all when I feel like I could be using that time for better things. Like producing more content for you. 

But I’ve noticed, particularly this last week since I stopped responding on AO3, that my Tumblr inbox is suddenly full of AO3 comments. I can’t help but think it’s because I still respond to (almost) every Tumblr ask I get but have opted out of responding on AO3. And if that’s the case, I totally get it. Because interaction is important, and we all enjoy talking to each other! 

I don’t want anybody to think I’m asking you not to interact with me. 

I fucking love talking to you guys. You all make me laugh, and cry, and gag, and scream and panic-pace around my apartment with some of our conversations. I never want you to stop sliding into my dm’s or sliding into my asks, on anon or off anon, to scream about things with me. 

But what I’m asking... is that you also leave a comment on AO3. If you only have the time or desire to write on one platform... please make it AO3. Come to my tumblr to talk to me, Kate, about anything you want. Or, copy and paste the AO3 comment into my tumblr ask so I can repost it for everyone to see. But I’d ask that you not skip the AO3 comments to post on my tumblr instead. Because... they belong on AO3. 

I’m so incredibly honored that you would take the time out of your day to leave me a comment (of any size). Seeing them on any platform brings me so much joy, but I think they belong on AO3. Whenever I’m feeling sad or down, I’ll go reread the comments on my AO3 fics. If they’re split between two platforms, comments are more likely to get lost in the mix, and that makes me so sad to think about because I want to reread them. 

Because you took the time to tell me something nice. 

Also... stats matter. And I hope you don’t think I’m being cocky or entitled when I say that. But comments, kudos, and views matter. It’s how your fics get more traction and more attention and how you widen your audience. Stats are an awkward thing to talk about, especially for me, but they really do matter. 

I hope you all can understand where I’m coming from. 

And I truly hope you don’t think I’m complaining or trying to dictate when and how you should praise me. Because I promise you that is not my intention. I’m just... a real person behind a screen, with real feelings and real emotions. I love you all so much, and I’ll never stop crying about how loved and special you all make me feel. 

Thank you for listening, besties. 

[tl;dr I think AO3 comments should stay on AO3, and not go into Tumblr asks. Please don't hate me.]

[shyinadarkplace]

So You Like Big- Part Five

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader

Warnings: There is definite size kink, future office sex?, Clark Kent (yes he is a warning), language, I can't think of any thing else. There are some dom/sub themes but nothing to crazy. I guess I should also include that Lois Lane is a pretty shite person in this whole series.

Authors Note: THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST EVER! This whole thing comes from this lovely anon ask -"Hi Sweetie ! Can I request something fluffy/smutty with Clark Kent? He notices the reader has a size kink so he plays with her?" This is where all the good stuff happens. It is a bit of a slow burn based of an established friendship. It does get a little heavy at times but I promise there is a bunch more light hearted and steamy things coming. Thank you for reading.

Word Count:

Please do not copy rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my work in any capacity even with credit. I do not own Clark Kent , Henry Cavill or any of his characters.Keep reading

Already turned on from lunch, I almost whimper with need at the thought of Clark doing any or all of those things. Fuuuuuuck. “Hey guys. Maintenance said it will a couple of hours before they can get up here with stuff to fix this door or more than likely a new one. I am so sorry.” I jump at the sound of the guys voice lost in my own fantasy. Clark stands by the door “Yeah no worries man. We have some water and stuff so we will be here.” Clark says. As soon as the interns footsteps fade Clark rolls up his sleeves. “What’s your safe word pretty girl?” His voice is low and firm but hot and gentle. “D-Dr.Fate.” “And you know you can use colors too, right?” “Yes.” He moves in closer, slowly caging me in. His eyes are pools of deep cerulean blue, desire etched on his face, in every line of his body. Gently he cups my jaw. “Do you want my fingers, my mouth, or my cock sweetheart?” His thumb strokes my bottom lip. I am so fucked for this man. “Hmm tell me what you want. Or do you want to watch me stroke my dick while I tell you all the filthy things I want to do to you, while you sit like a good girl not touching and not coming.” That thought though enticing seemed like torture. “I want you Clark.” He leans in lips brushing mine a silent query. My hands slide up his chest as I stand on my tiptoes clutching the back of his neck and press my lips firmly against his. A moan escapes me as his fingers grip the base of my braid and he tilts my head back. His kiss is gentle yet dominating. Hot and possessive. His mouth ravishes mine. Taking. Demanding. His tongue strokes my lips seeking entrance and I grant it. I whimper at the taste of him. I need more. My nails dig into the back of his neck as I pull myself slightly higher using the wall behind me for support. Clarks groan drives me further and the way he shifts to lift then pin me to the wall. The way he touches me is dominate and yet almost reverent. Fuck it feels so good. “Clark. Fuck.” barely a whisper against his mouth. “Need more.” I enjoy the moment when he lets out an almost needy sound as I plunder his mouth in return and drag my teeth across his lip. Nipping roughly the taste of iron coats my tongue slightly and I press my needy core against him whimpering. Suddenly I need to breathe. I pull back and Clark gives a slight growl. “I know just what you need, baby.,” His voice is rough and low, sending shivers through me. “I need you to fuck me. Please.” He growls, making me moan and rock myself against him again. “Take off your skirt.” He sets me down and I fumble with the damn thing for a second before it falls to the floor and I kick it away. Clark looks at me and licks those sharp canines of his . “Take it all off.” I don't think about how much time we have left or anything except the promise in his voice. “Good girl. Now I am gonna work my way down this gorgeous curvy body until I can eat what I’ve been dreaming of.”  I can’t think I just whisper yes. Clarks POV. I will never forget the way (y/n/n) looks right now. All fucked out and I haven’t even fucked her yet. Cheeks flushed and lips swollen . I kiss her neck . Loving the sharp intake of breath as I lick and bite. My hands memorize every curve. Slowly I lower myself . Looking in her eyes as I play with her tits. Kneading them, making her press her thighs together and her head tilt back. I can’t resist the urge to pluck at her nipples before lavishing them with attention. Taking each nub in my mouth sucking, licking and biting until she is panting my name.

Her nails are digging into my shoulders, part of me is wondering how the fuck she is doing that , actually breaking skin, but mostly I don’t give a fuck. “Clark. Oh god . Please. I need to cum. Need something.” She half sobs. “Fuck. I’ll take care of you baby.” If I am being honest I am dizzy with desire, half certain that my cock contains at least a quarter of my blood supply, not to mention the smell of her arousal is intoxicating. Carefully I lift one of her legs over my shoulder which puts her on full display. “Is all this for me Sweetheart?” my cock is throbbing painfully at the sight of her sex literally glistening. The apex of her thighs already slick with desire begging for release. Gently exploring her pussy I can’t help but watch her face. She still hasn’t answered me though. I growl as I slip my middle finger inside but don’t move. (y/n/n) whines and rolls her hips. “Clark, please.” Slowly I pump my fingers “You didn’t answer me. Is all this wetness for me?” she gasps “yes. Yes . All for you.” “Good girl.” she is already dripping down my finger so I add another and she groans. I pump my fingers crooking them until I stroke that sweet spot deep inside her and she lets out the most erotic moan I have ever heard. “Did I find your spot sweet girl? Hmm?” “Fuck. Yes.” I can feel her legs trembling, feel the way she is milking my fingers. “Don’t cum until I tell you baby. You can hold on right?” THWACK  she yelps as my hand makes contact with the side of her ass and even with my super hearing I almost miss when mumbles daddy. “Y-yes I can hold on.” There is no more waiting. Lifting her other leg over my shoulder I bury my face in her pussy. Slowly I work my jaw tasting and teasing her with my tongue. She moans loudly again before covering her mouth. I smirk. Looking up again she looks like a goddess with me between her thighs, her head tilted back and her fingers digging into my forearm.  Adding my fingers back into the mix while I suck and stroke her clit has her sobbing and shaking. “D-damn.” I give her more. The come hither motion of my fingers combined with my mouth lapping up her arousal and giving her swollen clit long firm licks has her bucking against my mouth. Above me I hear her saying my name like a prayer, along with a few other titles we will have to explore later. “Clark. Clark. Fuck. Please, I need to come. Can’t hold it. Fuck. please.”  I can’t deny her now.

“Since you asked so nice. I’ll let you cum baby.” I speed up the stroke of my fingers and her hand creeps to my hair. Fuck that is so hot. Then I suck hard on her clit. She is whimpering bucking against my mouth. I can feel her arousal dripping down my fingers and hand. Then she pulls my hair harder and gives a muffled scream as her body goes rigid. Thick cream streams down my hand as she squirts all over my face. Every stroke of my fingers made her shake and jerk. Carefully I lowered her so  her legs  were on either side of my waist. Turning I put my back against the wall and sat down. We were both breathing hard and she was gripping the front of my shirt with her face buried in my chest. Gently I stroke her back and kiss the top of her head. “Are you okay baby? Didn;t hurt you did I?” I wait a moment knowing that might have been a lot. “Mmm. I’m okay. Better than. No Big you didn’t hurt me. That was amazing. I’ve never done that.” “Never done what. Got your pussy eaten in a supply closet at work?” I love the sound of her giggle. “Well that either. But I meant squirt.” Our moment is interrupted when a guy yells. “Hey! We will have you guys out in about 15 minutes.” I sigh and we both just yell yeah okay. (y/n) is blushing as she gathers her clothes . I pull a small wash cloth from my shoulder bag (thank god I packed for the gym today) and have her come to me. As I start to clean her up she whispers “no no you don’t have to do that.” I softly kiss her . “Let me take care of you baby. I want to do this. Will you let me.” She looks awed as she nods yes. I quickly and carefully clean her up and help her dress. 

None of that is what really happens though. The intern calls through the door, “they are on the way up to get the door open sorry about that.” and he walks away. “So Sweetheart. We have a few minutes before they come and get that door open how about I test my theory.” Honestly my legs are already shaking but I try to put on a front, ya know, because I would like to at least appear to be like the sassy confident smart mouth women that are in the books I read. “Test away Kent. I won’t give anything away.” He chuckles. “You won’t huh? What if I said you already had?”

“ I would call bs.” He licks his lips and I get just the briefest glimpse of what I call his fangs. “Well I will prove it then. When I took my jacket off and started toward you rather than moving so you weren’t against a wall you backed up. Your pupils dilated and your breathing increased. Right now you can’t help but keep eye contact because you know that’s what I want. You know I want to see every reaction you have to me. Right now you love how I am caging you against this wall, but what really gets you is I’m not using force just our size difference . Lie to me and tell me I’m wrong baby.” For a moment I can’t speak. The door to the supply closet opens and I rush out. The rest of the day I can feel Clark looking heatedly at me as I try to finish work as quickly as possible. Thankful beyond belief when I am finally home and in bed.  My face still feels like its on fire and I keep replaying that stupid fantasy in my head. I’m so horny I could cry but I know my fingers will be nothing compared to Clark’s . Eventually though I do fall asleep, but its hardly restful as wet dreams leave me tossing and turning.

[overcomingmentalhealth2024]

Almost 6 years ago one day in Feb I get on Facebook and the first post I see is bad news. Our friend that we graduated with died from a drug overdose. He had been suffering through grief that turned in to serious severe depression.

I couldn’t stop crying the pain in my heart after I had talked to my friend the only friend that calls me shawty. When he told me how our friend died and that he was suffering through depression using drugs to take the pain away I instantly started thinking what if I had known? Would he still be here today? What if I talked to him more instead every once in a blue moon would he still be here? I can’t change Gods will and now my grief from 6 years ago has been let go.

Now I am on a healing journey I have committed and been reborn through Christ. I am able to show you the way to healing, so please take my hand I’ll be your friend. Listen to my words and let’s take this journey together. Those drugs and any thing that will harm you or me destroy it. Give it to someone who will make sure it won’t be in your sight ever again. Now I have to tell you this one piece of advice. You have to open the door to your heart, let the devil out. He’s going to run away and he’s going to run very fast. That does not matter and that’s what we want. So let him out… because the devil don’t want you to win. The Devil don’t want you to be somebody everyone else thinks your not. The Devil wants your soul he wants to use Your soul for all eternity you will never find happiness if you allow the Devil to take your soul.

So you see Jesus loves you and he will never forsake you. He will never lie to you. Jesus has made a place for you. He wants you to come to the place he has made for you. The way through healing of depression is through Jesus.

What happens when like David you have cried out in anxiety pleaded in prayer and sung in faith. What happens when you acknowledge your feelings as real feelings and put them under the authority of God’s word. What do you do then?

I’ll tell you what do you do then you go look up Granger Smith you read his book. You listen to his podcast. You listen to his sermons and that right there is the joyful feeling of your going to feel better in your heart the moment you hear that soothing voice through his music, his podcast, his book and his sermons the storm will stop the skies will clear the sun will come out and the blue skies in your heart will rain down covering your heart with pure happiness.

One day 2 years ago I was listening to the radio. I was working for Hardee’s for a store that I’ve been working at for a long time. I was listening to the Bobby bones show and I heard this sweet calming voice the moment he started speaking talking about his music the storm in my heart just calmed it soothed my soul and I started wondering am I in the wrong place who is Granger Smith? So I went home and I googled him oh boy oh boy he’s a radio host. The next day I went to work listening to after midnite with Granger Smith and my life changed!!!!!!!!! I became a fan started saying yee yee and became a yee yee nation Virginia girl. Yee yee nation has changed my life. When someone upset me I just say Yee yee and if I have to I just walk away Yee yee with my hands in the air and if I really have to I don’t look back. And I don’t let that one person ruin my life. Life isn’t promised and you have to take one step at a time and be granted that You woke up only bc GOD WOKE YOU UP THIS MORNING.

When God wants to bless you how does he do it? I’ll tell you how he blesses everyone. He sends people in to your life and there’s a purpose for everyone that loves you, there’s a purpose for everything in this world. God sends people in to our lives like for example your going through a rough patch so you go on to Facebook and flip through the reels. You see a funny guy telling jokes he made you laugh and you felt better. Do you know why he does that? To make you not feel alone you make you feel like you know who this guy is and you feel like he’s a friend. He may not know you but you know him. You know why? God put him on this earth he told him go out make people laugh.

There was times when I was alone and a few years ago I started following my creator influencers friends that I’ve always loved. They have always made me feel like I wasn’t alone.

Before I close this blog entry I would like for you to do something today. GO MAKE A FRIEND!!! Go laugh and put that laughter in to your heart. I can recommend a few friends for you to follow. When I thought I needed a counselor for mental health before I went on TikTok I realized that there’s creators that can give you the same connection but I’m going to say that they are not any mental health consultants of any kind but they can be a friend and they can take you on a journey and give you inspiration.

One friend to follow is GRANGER SMITH. They have the SMITHS vlog and much more.

Second friend to follow is newellboyce. Newellboyce he became a friend and he has really good inspiration and is a really good listener. Go see him on his live and he will make you feel like he’s a brother you never had. He’s funny, he sings plays music plays the guitar gives good advice has a showcase. And he makes you laugh and he also makes you have that feeling like your stuck in the live and you can’t leave bc you just don’t want to leave. Newellboyce he’s the type of friend that I hope to meet someday. He’s also been through a rough road and he tells his story and he tells it like no other.

I also recommend you follow manusia_selang. Newellboyce was talking about his live and he recommended that some go watch l his live. Well I listened to the voice that is a great inspiration to me and manusia_selang he just makes me happy to. Make sure you give him a cowboy hat he will pick up the heavy weight.

I’ve recommended 2 tiktoker creators for you to follow please tell them Angie sent you!!!!!

[reticent-writer]

So I really loved your fics with the sibling/ father figure. But may I request the hashira's father figure (also a demon slayer) coming to their rescue? Like jumping in the middle of a difficult fight, screaming "Not my kid you". Thank you 💓

No, thank you for the request and for liking the other ones.

*Manga Spoilers*

Giyuu

During the final battle you took almost every hit for giyuu much to his dismay.

"Your hurt enough as it giyuu. I'm not losing my son."

He stood in place for a second letting your words sink in.

"From the way you look your gonna die before me, old man." He said running past you and towards muzan.

Mitsuri

You and kanjiro were fight all night. The village that you were in was plagued with demons.

Coming to the 6th hour of fighting Mitsuri stopped, sensing no demons around her, so her could take a breath.

A weak demon saw this opportunity to sneak up on her, luckily for her you saved her.

Swiftly cutting off it's head. "Your not touching her... Not my daughter" You said with malice sending shivers down the withering demon spine.

"Stay alive Konroji. I know your tired but the sun will come up soon."

Sanemi

Upper moon was a tough guy.

"GENYA!" You screamed running into the room as genya was sliced in half.

"I'll be fine. I promise." He tried but failed to calm your nerves. Sanemi stood over the both of you defensively.

Grabbing the bottom of his haroi making him look back at you.

"Please don't." You pleaded. As if you prayers were answered gyomei showed up (gyomei ex machina).

You couldn't bare to watch as Genya disenegrated

Rengoku

You trailed Kyojuro on the Mugen train not just because trains were a new idea and you didn't entirely trust it but because you didn't feel right when you watched him leave.

You were right to be skeptical when you watched fight Akaza. You wanted to see him fight before butting in but when you saw Kyo slowing down.

Akaza was going for the killing blow when you blocked him with your sword.

"NOT MY SON!" You yelled getting in between them and cutting Akaza's arm. Akaza jumped back seeing that the sun was coming up. You watched as he ran while Rengoku kept his eyes on you.

He had never seen you yell and the fact that you called him a son he felt honored.

Shinobu

When Kanae died you were there. As she was saying her dying words you were fighting doma trying to keep him away from the children.

"You took one away from me. I'm not letting you take another." You chocked on your tears when you spoke but doma just laughed.

"Your a strong one, I'll grant you mercy this once. I can't stand to see a grown man cry." He said laughing. You blinked and he was gone.

You couldn't bring your self to go back to shinobu and Kanae, and instead you kneeled to the ground crying at the lost.

Muichirou

He forgets that you even there until he sees you take a hit for him.

"I know what you told me but I can't stand by and watch you get hurt, son."

"What did I say" Tokito asked. His memory was almost laughable.

"Uh... Nothing just focus on the fight for now."

Tengen

You accompanied Tengen to the red light district. When Daki was found out you were helping people evacuate before you even knew there was a second demon. Soon everything turned into Caos. When you got you where the main fight was happening you saw Hinasturu on a roof.

"Mr. Y/n its lord Tengen." She worriedly pointed to a seemingly dead and missing and arm Tengen.

"UZUI!" You jumped off the roof and ran down to him dodging all the attacks that came.

You first looked at his arm, the bleeding has stopped. Then you looked at his chest, he was still breathing.

"Go away." He muttered. Then you caught on, he was pretending.

Gyotaro was talking to tanjiro when you came up behind him.

"What did you do to my son." You asked with no particular tone.

When gyotaro turned to look at you tanjiro took the time to strike and so did you.

Obanai

Obanai doesn't give you a chance to help. Once you do (if you get past him) he pushes you to the side and scolds you like your the child.

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Taehyung knows it's cliché, but you’re the type to enjoy shit like this. 

Regardless of your relationship with him being casual and a joke to all true romantics, ironically enough, you were one. No matter how many times he has tried to ignore the way your eyes linger at the flower carts you two pass by or the way you would catch looks between lovers and envy them—deep down, Taehyung has always known you to be a romantic. 

It didn’t bother him that much since he never felt compelled to do much for you. But lately, it’s all he wants and finds himself doing. 

Maybe it was in the way you spoke so gently and picked your words so carefully. Maybe it was in the way you made others feel around you. So charming and witty—it makes everything all the more difficult to be apart from you. 

Or maybe it was in the way you kiss. Oh, how he’d love to find out. 

A kiss. 

Something so significant in so many fairytales. Holding the power to break spells and grant happily ever after's—maybe a kiss is what you two needed. It’s definitely what you two want, so why was everything leading up to this promising moment so complicated?

Maybe it’s because, sometimes, it is unbelievably difficult to read you. 

Taehyung doesn’t know if he should blame himself for making you more complicated than you already once were. Your texts to him and these past couple of days have been an absolute dream. From good morning’s, I saw this and I thought of you’s, to goodnight and sweet dream’s; everything felt like you two were walking on clouds. Not to mention sex between you two being top tier and how the aftercare has evidently changed. There was a hint of closeness that wasn’t there before.

There was something in the air. 

There was something between you two that wasn’t there before. There is something between you two blooming like a flower in spring. Perhaps, spring has come and brought along love. 

Love seems to have brought a brighter, lighter, and kinder mood upon you two. The scent of something so fresh, comforting, and promising lingered on his bedsheets. The image of you lying next to him as the sun comes up is something he’s been pondering about for a while. He doesn’t know exactly when this thought occurred to him—maybe it was when you tightly wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled yourself into his neck or maybe it was when you whispered praises to his ear as he made you finish before him. 

Jokingly, he’d tell you it’s because he likes to strip you of your pride. To watch you beg under him and agree with whatever he’d ask of you in shaky breaths… The way you’d squeeze his forearm before offering begging eyes as you reached your climax... It was everything to him—a dream, a hope; a need. 

Yet, did it all truly matter? All of these moments with you, the picture of you he has painted in his head, and the flawed you he is falling for have all accumulated to him thinking of the lamest birthday present ever.

“Hey, man,” Nam Joon calls out, rushing to Taehyung’s side. The party is in the midst of its high. Everyone has their own thing going on and that’s one thing Taehyung has always found odd: the bigger the party, there seems to be a lot more room for private moments. “Whatcha got there?”

“___’s birthday present,” Taehyung says, hiding it behind him. It’s in a stupid tall gift bag with lilac tissue paper. Boringly enough, it’s both your favourite colour. 

“Wine?” Nam Joon’s eyes widen but he can’t help himself from letting out a laugh. 

“What’s wrong with wine?” 

He shrugs, pulling Taehyung towards the opposite direction of your room. Taehyung looks back at your door and watches people pass it. “Why wine?”

“Hop off my dick, yeah?” Taehyung laughs, playfully shoving him away and turning towards your room again.

Wine because he planned to tell you to keep it and pop it when you two were ready. Yes, it’s lame. It’s a sad attempt at being a romantic; but he had this whole speech planned out about how good wine takes time and love shall too. How he would tell you that he feels different about you two now and doesn’t need a promise or any words from you really; he just needed you to know. 

He needs you to know that this wine will be either the last drink you two share together or the first. He had it all planned out. He had romance in mind. He had you in mind.

Meanwhile, Nam Joon panics. 

Nam Joon, again, is caught in the middle. 

What is he to do? He either gives Jimin enough time to leave and let this situation die down on its own, or he gets himself involved and attempts to change anything that can be changed. Either way, he’s fucked. He can’t win and it pains him. He didn’t need to win or for this to be a game. He wants peace. He wants so much peace that everyone heals.

Yet, a big part of him can’t even register all that’s happening. He has Taehyung, a humble soul that is finally gathering the courage to believe in himself, and then he has Jimin; a misfit and a friend that is truly good. Except for right now. Right now and these past few months have not been kind to him therefore, he has not been in the right mind to be kind to others. 

How is he supposed to cater to both?

With less than half a minute's worth of thought, he charges towards your door, blocking it from Taehyung. He puts his arms up in surrender and tries to offer Taehyung a smile. 

“Nam Joon, what the hell—”

“Taehyung, let’s go out out for a bit.”

He looks at his friend in confusion. 

“Taehyung—”

“Dude, whatever you want from me can wait,” he insists, moving past Nam Joon and reaching for the key on top of the doorframe. Oddly enough, there’s no key. Taehyung pieces together that you’re probably already inside. He places his hand on the doorknob and opens the door. 

“Don’t do this,” Nam Joon pleads. 

“Go find Jungkook,” Taehyung laughs. “He’s probably scaring away ___’s friends.”

To Nam Joon’s dismay, Taehyung moves and pushes past him. His friend’s laughter soon cuts out and he knew exactly why.

There’s a feeling that Taehyung can not stand. 

Not that he’s a sensitive man or has been hurt more than the average person, but he finds himself quickly feeling sick. A tightness in his throat, his head goes foggy, and everything below his neck feels significantly heavier. God, does Taehyung wish he had listened to Nam Joon just this once. 

In all your grace, there you were; fists on Jimin’s chest while his hands proudly wrapped around your waist with your lips against his. 

Taehyung watches your fist loosen and you sink into the kiss. You don’t kiss back, but you definitely do not pull away. He shuts his eyes closed as Nam Joon hurriedly follows behind him.

Tugging him, Nam Joon begs, “Taehyung, I think we should—”

Taehyung drops the bottle of wine and the sound of it breaking along with Nam Joon’s voice breaks the kiss between you and Jimin. 

Your eyes automatically fall to Taehyung’s as your wipe your lips. Like a romantic drawn to a writer, you’re completely fixated on him. 

“Taehyung—” 

“Yeah,” Taehyung shakes off Nam Joon’s grip on his arm, “let’s get out of here.”

He’s talking to you. 

He moves past the pooling wine and turns to leave. Abruptly, you pick up your feet and follow after him. He storms out of the apartment and your guests watch as you call his name, chasing after him. Jimin watches you disappear and sighs loudly. 

“God, it’s so much easier in the movies, isn’t it?” Jimin scratches the back of his neck, making a disappointed face. “You know in the movies, after a kiss or two, we’d be back together.”

Nam Joon also wastes no time. He huffs before pushing Jimin against your bedroom wall. Gripping his shirt collar in his fist, he glares at him with sore feelings. 

“You must be fucking insane,” Nam Joon shakes him. 

“Aren’t you a prince?” Jimin comments, unable to take this seriously. Though, with the way his friend gives him a look of disappointment, he knows very well that he fucked up.

“How noble of you to try to save us all. You know, your loyalty needs work. Being everyone’s ally means you’re no one’s ally.” 

“And what credibility do you have to teach me about how to be a good friend, Jimin?” Nam Joon pokes his chest. “You’re a fucking ass.”

“You got me there,” he laughs shyly. He raises his hands up in surrender and gestures at Nam Joon hold. “You done?” 

Nam Joon lets go of him immediately.

“Jimin, they’re happy,” Nam Joon reminds him, sounding more stressed than ever before. “How many times do we have to go over this? On her birthday too? What a fantastic boyfriend you are, you selfish, irritating, piece of shit!”

Jimin rolls his eyes. 

“I thought all is fair in love and war?”

Unbelievable. 

“Get out of my sight,” Nam Joon warns. “I might actually beat the shit out of you. I can’t believe how fucking childish you are for showing up and doing this to them—for doing this to Taehyung, again.”

A thick silence falls upon the two. 

“Go home, Jimin.” Nam Joon advises him. “No one needs you here—”

“Why? Have I done it now? Are you done being my friend too?” Jimin attempts to laugh. Instead, it only makes Nam Joon feel even more hurt than angry. 

“Don’t manipulate your way out of this—”

“Were.”

“What?”

“They were happy,” Jimin corrects, completely falling into the realization of the mess he had made. 

Down the hall, out of your unit, into his car, you two go. It’s a win that he even let you in his car.

It was not easy. 

You had called out his name multiple times to which he had not answered a single time. At one point, you reached for his hand and as you held it; he looked at you with teary eyes and a warning look. You let go and instead followed him to his car silently. 

In his passenger seat, you can’t help but begin to feel all the stress of the situation rise up. Your throat feels full enough for you to need to throw up. You aren’t even that intoxicated. You’re tipsy, but not tipsy enough to use that as a way out. No song plays. The engine is off. There is only you two and the pressing air of losing one another.

You’re stuck. 

“Go ahead and cry,” Taehyung says quietly. He pulls out his vape from the driver's pocket and puffs out. “It’s all you do anyway.”

“Taehyung…”

“Look,” he glances at you and you wish to take it as a good sign. Except it feels empty. It feels distant and unloved. It disappoints you. “Are we done?”

“We haven’t even begun to talk.. How could we be done?” you ask him awfully weakly. 

“You know what I mean.”

Your heart only aches. He says it so swiftly like it didn’t matter. Like two hearts, two souls, two lovers weren’t involved. 

After moments of silence, he breaks it. “Okay, whatever. Go back to your party. You have other guests—”

“I have you.”

“You have Jimin.”

“I want you,” is what you want to say but not what he needs to know.

Silence again as everything between you two shifts so slowly, but surely. Could this truly be the end? It didn’t feel like it. You refuse to let it feel like it. 

“Why does it sound like you don’t even want to know what happened? Do you not care enough to? Do you even care about me—”

Taehyung glares at you, “shut up.”

“But can’t I give you an explanation?” you ask selfishly. “Don’t you think you deserve that much?”

It’s in vain.

“What’s there to explain?” he scoffs, taking another hit. “I saw what I saw. Thank you, by the way for the show. I did not enjoy it as I anticipated for a different leading man for you.”

“Why are you so worked up on this? It’s just a kiss—”

“It was our kiss,” Taehyung snaps. You don’t see it until now; how his heart has collapsed and finds no comfort in your doing. You feel it hit the bottom of your stomach. 

Regret. 

Worry. 

Ache.

“Taehyung,” you begin to choke, “I didn’t know he’d be there. I wanted to meet you. I was there first and then he followed in. I told him to leave but he started to say stuff about how it felt to lose me to you—”

“I never had you,” he cuts you off with half a smile. It’s like he’s taking a step back along with his heart. He takes a step back and so does his heart. “Good on him for being good with words though. Seemed to have worked on you.”

“You have me,” you promise. It makes his half-smile turn into a full frown. Nothing about what you’ve said amuses him. “It was a slip up. I fucked up. I get it. I know it.. Let me make it up to you, please..”

He takes another hit and unlocks the car doors. He doesn’t want any more part of this. It’s a mess.

You’re a mess.

“Get out.”

“No,” you shake your head. “No, you have to—“

“What do you want from me, ___?”

You cross your arms, beginning to burn for him. “You.”

“Stop fucking saying shit you don’t mean,” he urges. He groans out in frustration, avoiding your eyes. If you looked at him any deeper, you would see the despair and insecurity that consumed his very being. 

Everything about you felt healing and maybe that’s what had him addicted to you. The way he craved you and no one else—it must have been a spell. Something as mysterious and compelling, surely you were the image of love if it could look any prettier than you. Except now he feels ill-fated with you. 

At this very moment, you two felt nothing short from being star-crossed lovers. 

“I mean it,” you softly confess. “I mean it every time you text me, every time you hold me, every time I feel that you love me—”

“That’s probably because I do,” he breathes, “from the very moment you begged me not; I didn’t listen. I’m not too good at that shit anyway. Listening? They say that the most romantic feeling in the world is feeling understood.”

“Taehyung…”

“Stop fucking saying my name,” he harshly warns you. 

“Okay,” you compromise, “okay, dummy.”

Your attempt is noted but overall rejected. You breathe in, close your eyes and feel the willingness to push through. He doesn’t flinch. It brings you to sink into your emotions again as soft whimpers escape your lips. 

“Do you hate me?”

“This would be a lot easier if I did,” he admits. 

“Do you love me?”

He doesn’t answer. 

Instead, he stays silent and looks ahead of him. He should get out of here. He should drive away. 

With you.

Fuck.

Get it together. 

He locks the doors and unlocks them again and again until he finds it in himself to pause and make a sensible decision. You don’t know what’s going on in his head and you become more and more afraid to speak out. 

You have no defense. You have no excuses. You come to him bare and with undeserving hope. Yet, something inside you knows he’ll give in eventually. If you just sit with him a little while longer, if you hold his hand or maybe offer him your usual apologetic blow; he’d stay. He’d eventually love you and you’d feel safe to fall into him. 

“Do you love me?” he returns. You look at him with glossy eyes, automatically adjusting to the feeling of defeat. 

“I don’t know.”

“Then you don’t,” Taehyung says, unlocking the door and starting his car. 

“Please, don’t love me like this,” you cry, taking a hold of his hand. You bring them up to your lips and begin to kiss them. Your tears fall into the back of his hand and it takes whatever strength he had leftover to pull away from you. 

In the brisk of joining you and crying his eyes out, he takes this moment to pour a little more of his heart out for you to step over like a puddle on a rainy day. God, where is the rain? It would fit this day quite well. 

It doesn’t really rain in June though. 

It’s usually cloudy with half a sunshine. 

Just like you.

Half a heart, half of you, half a love he deserved. 

“I think I met you too early,” he blurts. 

“What?” your head that was once hanging low, lifts up to look at him. He shrugs as you look at him confused.

“You’re still healing and I’m still hurting. I can’t.. I can’t love you the way you should be loved and vice versa. I have never met anyone that made me feel like I could.. So thanks for that.”

“What are you saying?” you croak. “Why does it sound like you’re.. Uhm.. Why does it sound like.. Like we’re—”

Your mind goes dizzy. Was he trying to end things between you two? Was there anything to end at all? Why does this feel like the worst day of your life?

“I need some time,” he tells you. “Not to think or to make a decision. I just need to not be with you. I can’t be with you right now. Everything about you just makes me ache and I don’t think there are enough words for me to try to ease everything in my head. The truth is, I hate how you make me feel understood. I hate how hard I try to understand you.”

“If there is anything I haven’t given you, tell me. Have I not been enough? I.. I just.. I don’t know much, but I know this,” you sob, “Taehyung, you do understand me.”

“No,” he insists, “I get lost in you.”

“Then so be it,” you compose yourself. “Let love get lost in the in-between of us.”

He looks at you, eyes filled with less life and the echo of feelings. 

“Do you honestly believe that love will find its way?”

“To you?” your eyes widen. 

Could you do it?

“___,” he begins. 

“Yes?” you respond in a hopeful tone. 

Say something good. 

Please, say something good. Say something that can save us. Say something. Say something—

“Please, love me.”

Say anything but that.

If time could freeze, it surely does right then and there. You gulp at his confession, unable to fathom just how much everything has changed in a matter of seconds. Taehyung takes your reaction as his answer. 

From this moment on, he finds sadness in knowing that you may never know about the bottle of wine or his true feelings for you. This momentary confession could never compete or begin to truly reveal how he felt about you. Like dead stars, he had fallen and your wish lies in the in-between of coming true and merely ceasing to exist.

Oh, one more thing. 

Happy birthday to you.

[junniepop]

JJK men and a male reader

So I died and came back. Now my inbox is filled with a lot of Jujutsu Kaisen stuff with a male reader, so I looked around and noticed there aren't a lot of male writers or even gender neutral ones, meaning that's what I'll be doing for awhile. This first request is...

before I get started, if you'd like to request something, then please see my masterlist

JJK boys with a male s/o

Warnings: aged up and language oh and some nsfw stuff cuz that's what they wanted.

Characters: I. Yuuji, F. Megumi, G. Satoru, N. Kento, R. Sukuna, T. Aoi

I. Yuuji

Isn't hung up by you being male, I feel as Yuuji got older, the more open minded he became. His sexuality was something that evolved as he aged and had a big change in his mid teenage years when he was exploring himself. Into his late teens he began seeing people of all types of representation, he simply did not care how they presented themselves.

That leads us to you, our gorgeous male that has Yuuji simping. All seriousness, this man loves entirely, some might even find it to be smothering. He is the type to text you paragraphs of good morning and goodnight texts, always leaving something for you to eat in the fridge, brings something home because it reminded him of you, and always always makes time to call you before a mission.

Yuuji always has random thoughts about you. Like, "Should I make his favorite tonight?" "I wonder what he's doing." "Oh....that would look so cute on him, should I get it?" "AH this charm has our initials on it! that means it was meant to be!"

If you're a sorcerer, Yuuji d e m a n d s to be your partner on missions and he will have a fit if someone says no. Is constantly stressing himself out over your well being, even if he knows you can handle yourself. always asking about your technique and is amazed every time he sees it. Very protective, stands in front of you a lot and when he see's you struggling he doesn't hesitate to get the curse's attention regardless of his own situation.

Also just because I feel like he would: Yuuji gave you a promise ring when he realized you were the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He has this need to prove to you that he is a fit partner, Like showing you he can cook, has his own place, very responsible with his money and what not.

The type of guy to send you a million snaps a day. He will literally show you everything he did that day and wants the same in return.

Every date with him somehow includes a physical activity. Going out to dinner? chances are Yuuji will see an arcade and more specifically the DDR in the background.

NSFW

In terms of sexual stuff, Yuuji seems like a top, but has definitely thought about bottoming and upon trying it- was not into it. Does not matter if you're much bigger than him or not, he will top you. However, Yuuji is rather submissive when it comes to his partner, he will say yes to whatever it is you want. You want him to be soft and gentle, he'll do it. You want him to absolutely wreck your ability to walk, he'll do it.

The first time Yuuji tried stuff with a guy, he for sure looked up if it would hurt and read that anal could be very painful, was TERRIFIED that he would hurt the guy. Definitely was asking with every movement if he was okay. With you he's more confident, but still askes if you're okay throughout the event.

Man is simple, likes very intimate positions where he can see your face. Heavily into pleasing you, he tries any kinks you're into even if he's not that into it. Loves being praised, it just does something to his brain, in that same line- any sounds you make go straight to his dick. Really enjoys marking, is proud to cover you in them too.

The type of guy to enjoy eating you out, like fully sit on his face. Plus it helps his dick slide in smoother.

Yuuji will lose his mind if you say you want to milk him. Yuuji usually never thinks about his own pleasure, so when you want to pleasure him until he's empty, mans is not readyyyy. Just stutters out an okay and proceeds to go stupid when you start.

Conclusion

Yuuji loves you entirely. Trusts you 100% and would do anything to keep your life stable and happy. Yuuji just wants to grow old with you tbh, so in love with the idea.

If you were to break up with him, he would be devastated, unable to continue on for a long time. I mean he placed his everything into you, why would you do this to him?

all in all, it is a very stable relationship as long as you don't take him for granted because he is prone to letting people use him.

F. Megumi

Definitely did not care you were male. Megumi cares about a person's mentality, their goals and dreams, the way a person carries themselves. When Megumi met you, he found you quite attractive, your drive is what lured him in and from there his feelings developed.

Megumi is subtle in showing his affection. Little touches here, sticky notes meant just for you, always carrying 'extra' snacks. It actually might take you awhile to notice his affections for you, simply because it is so subtle. Megumi seems like the person to wait until you confess. However. Megumi would confess if he gets pushed to or knows he won't get rejected.

Once he confesses, his love is soft and soothing with a hint of awkwardness. Megumi in the beginning would be showing affection through words and small acts of service, always telling you how much he appreciates you and doing things for you. Some of these things would be things like picking up snacks for you, doing your laundry, leaving you some of his clothes. He likes to do these things without you knowing because I think it lessens the embarrassment he feels doing it.

Even if you are in a long term relationship with him, he always gets flustered by you. Megumi is naturally reserved, so telling him I love you with sincerity will cause him to malfunction. Poor boy freezes and stutters around his words while avoiding eye contact.

Now, physical contact in this relationship is a tell tale sign of how much Megumi trusts you and loves you. Megumi is the type of person to reserve physical touch for someone he completely trusts, so with you, this will let you know his true feelings.

Touch would start with closeness at first, just grazing hands or bumping knees, but would develop into hours of intimate cuddling because he's touched starved. KISSING, oh my lord- his kisses tell you everything he feels. so intense, no matter how soft he kisses you.

if you're a sorcerer, Megumi is the type to go on missions with you, but doesn't complain if he can't go with you. However, worries a lot and contemplates going after you. Unlike Yuuji, who would go to literal war, Megumi trusts your strength a lot. The only time he is like yuuji is against a particularly strong curse. Loves fighting together though, it shows how much you trust him.

NSFW

Megumi gives me verse energy. Like he was a top for a long time, asked you if he could bottom once and was surprisingly into it. So now when the mood arises, its whatever you guys are in the mood for. You guys often take turns.

His first time was with you- Megumi just seems like a late bloomer and you were the only person he did stuff with. He's very gentle because he knows it can be painful, I think sexually his fear is not being good enough for you, so give him as much reassurance as you can.

Now this boy is rather kinky despite his personality. Loves when you beg, drives him mad to hear your pleas and whimpers. Likes the pain of you needing something to hold onto when he tops which results in scratches down his back and the pulling of his hair. Doesn't think condoms are necessary because you're the only person for him in his eyes- aka likes breeding. When he bottoms, he enjoys riding and wants to see your face as he does. Do not get it twisted though, he's very much into you messing him up and railing him.

SEND THIS BOY NUDES. DO IT. Mans will sprint home if he has to. Don't do it too often or he'll get used to it. Maybe like once every two-ish weeks. Or better yet do it while he's on a mission. Megumi always tries to answer you, so expecting something serious, he short circuits when its just a pic of you in some underwear he thought he ripped the last time you guys were intimate.

Conclusion

Shy boy into some kinky things with his partner. It might take him some time to develop a deep relationship with you because he's scared you'll leave, but as long as you provide him the security he needs, he'll stay by your side indefinitely.

If you were to break up with him, you're just like his dad in his eyes and the betrayal would result in him locking many people out. Unlike Yuuji, who's emotions pour out of him, many wouldn't know Megumi is barely scrapping by.

G. Satoru

Gojo doesn't give a rats ass how you present yourself, he lives by the motto "a hole's a hole." What truly would make Gojo invest in more than casual hooking up is your personality. Gojo needs someone who doesn't need him and doesn't care about who he is in the sorcerer world. Someone like that would capture his eye rather quick and this man is like "Eh? I'm GOJO SATORU, you know top dog?" and you would just blink and go back to whatever it was you were doing.

Shows off so much trying to impress you. "ne ne (Y/n) did you see me squash that special grade into dust?" *sigh* "Yes Gojo, I also saw you split one into a thousand pieces and turn another into a ball." so unamused by his abilities.

The one time he saw amazement cross your features is when he was playing the piano (I feel Gojo's other talents were never looked at and everyone saw him as this god like being, all he wants is someone to look at other things he can do.) and his heart skipped a beat. Because his first goal was just get into your pants, he was quite surprised you were more interested in his normal talents. This is where he begins showing you his real side, still a teasing man child, but he begins asking you about your interests and seeing what you have in common.

The more he learns, the harder it is for him to find a way not to commit to you. You see Gojo subconsciously looks for a reason to leave, he hates being tied down and is super flighty. Then there's you, ticking all his boxes without even knowing it. There's only been one person to do that.

So he takes a leap and goes for it. He's still scared that he'll get burned like last time, but he's willing to try.

One of the requirements to being with Gojo is you need to be strong in your own right. Gojo is an extremely powerful man with many enemies, so his partner must be able to handle themselves. Being a sorcerer, Gojo would B E G you to go with him on literally every single mission and would throw the biggest tantrum until you say yes. Sometimes when he's being particularly childish, he'll stop fighting the curses to watch you do it. "You can do it (Y/n)-chan, if you win I'll give you kisses." Takes everything in your power not to launch your technique right at him as he sits there with his shit-eating grin.

This man in the beginning of your relationship is immediately extremely handsy. Just all up on you all the time, but little do you know is, this is really a protective measure for when you're out of the house. At home, he's still handsy, but you can just feel how different it is. He'll come and fall asleep on you, stand behind you when you're doing your skincare routine, always following you around the house.

Overtime, you'll become his place to rest when he needs to recharge. You're the only time Gojo gets a break from being at the top. It makes you wonder if he ever truly gets to be normal.

Overall, Gojo's love is deceptively delicate because his personality is quite childish, he uses it as a mask to hide how he's really feeling. So you might think everything is going swimmingly until he ups and leaves you. Once he starts showing you that real side of him, that's when you have him wrapped around your finger.

NSFW

This man is incredibly horny. His stamina is very high and he's very kinky. Gojo is a dominant verse whore. It doesn't matter if he's taking or giving, he's always in control. Honey you were not first and you might not be the last, this man is very confident in pleasuring you.

Gojo like I said, is incredibly kinky. He enjoys degrading you, overstimulating you until you beg him to stop, he wants to break you and make you only crave him. Seriously, you might want to think about a safe word because this man won't stop until you're not even speaking coherent sentences. In saying that there are somethings that you can try (key word 'try') to do to make him lose his mind. One of those things is a blowjob, his dick is incredibly sensitive in certain areas, so he'll become a mind-numbed mess if you're good enough. Another is softly begging in his ear and saying how he's the only one who makes you feel this way aka call him your god in bed and he'll bust right then and there.

Phone sex. Legit will call you if you guys haven't been together for a few days and all you hear are his whines and groans. "Guess what I'm doing cutie~"

THIS MAN- you're never safe to answer your phone because one time you opened the snap and it was him lazily jacking his dick. You have a small heart attack every time the notif is a snap from Gojo, just praying you can open it in public and 9/10 you can't.

The type of guy to get handsy in public places. Just in your ear like "Baby pleeeeasssseeeee can we fuck in public, I promise you'll still be able to walk when I'm done."

Conclusion

Gojo is a rollercoaster of a relationship that needs it's rider to be okay with a lot of distance for awhile and sudden disappearances. Without the right criteria, the relationship is doomed to fail.

If you were to break up with him, he would immediately sleep with as many people as he can to numb himself from the pain of having a hole ripped right through him. He'd go back to that childish personality, but you can feel the edge in his words despite his tone.

N. Kento

Nanami gives me 'gave up on the sex of my partner ages ago' energy. Like he has tried relationships with a lot of people and realized all people suck. So you being a man means nothing to him, you just have to prove to him you're not shitty like everyone else.

The type of guy that takes you out on proper dates in the beginning. It's usually dinner because of his job, but sometimes he'll ask you to lunch. Nanami will bring you small gifts like flowers or Knick knacks he thought you'd like.

Nanami likes someone a little younger than himself, probably around 23-24, they still have that idealistic thought process but with realistic foundations. He likes someone who can be serious, but still enjoys things like joyrides or going out bowling.

Nanami is a very uptight guy, so you're going to have to work to get him to relax. When you do, this is when he starts to see you as long time partner rather than someone who is just for fun. Literally goes from stick up his ass, to a big softie that just wants to curl up in bed with you. He'll start smiling more and doing intimate things like bathing together.

Nanami would probably rather have someone outside the sorcerer world so he doesn't have to think about work when he sees you. He wouldn't complain if you were though, gives him a lot less to worry about since he knows you can handle yourself. Doesn't even stress when you go on missions by yourself, he respects your strength.

NSFW

Now Nanami is moderately kinky. He's definitely a top and will not change. He's into ddlb (dom daddy and little boy for my innocents out there.) Very much into control and making you take it, he's not one for brats and will tame that shit right out of you. Doesn't need a safe word, he's very good at gauging your reactions. Really really into deep throating and you better learn how to breathe or you'll be struggling. Likes breeding, so he would be glad you can't have children.

Conclusion

Nanami’s love is traditional and straight forward. He likes routine to a certain degree and that degree ends at stable relationship, everything else is not that fun without a level of risk to him, but he likes that when he comes home, you'll be right there.

if you were to break up with him, Nanami would sigh and say he told himself so. He's hurt, but it'll solidify that people are still and always will be shitty.

R. Sukuna

Sukuna does not do love. period. The only way I could see him giving notice to someone is if they are powerful, someone who can bring him amusement. Sukuna only does thing for his own entertainment end of discussion.

I’m going to be using post-Yuuji Sukuna, so he’s restricted by Yuuji himself and can’t outright cause chaos at all times. This way Sukuna has to spend more time with people than he’d like to, normally he would just kill something once he’s bored, but now he has to deal with them.

Noticed your technique through Yuuji and was amused, much like Megumi, he thought your curse technique had a lot of potential to be devastating. As Yuuji spent more time with you, Sukuna began noticed more things about you, like that you cooked better than Yuuji, were extremely versatile in battle with your technique and so on.

The type to notice your attraction to him and act on it. He can’t really do much since he’s in Yuuji’s body, so he’s going to work with what he’s got. Didn’t care if you’re male or female, he just likes a strong partner so he can go harder during sex.

Your relationship would start with being his toy, something to bring him pleasure that is all. With Sukuna, you must both respect him and not fear him. He’s very big on respect and trust, but hates when someone he views as ‘important’ fears him because they’ll betray him the second they can. Everyone else can fear him, he doesn’t care.

Sukuna is also highly unpredictable and unstable, be prepared for death at a moments notice tbh. He’ll kill you if he feels like it. In a deeper relationship, Sukuna is a hard pressed tsundere, saying things quite harshly. Saying things like, “Here brat, I don’t need you breaking just yet.” “Dumbass, that curse was stronger than you.” “I took care of them because you’re weak.”

Trust between Sukuna and you is a game of high stakes chess, one wrong move and you’re nothing but trash to him. However, succeed in earning his trust and you’ll be rewarded with a loyal man. Though Sukuna hates showing vulnerability, so he’ll treat you the same in public places that he would treat anyone else. Alone, he’s alright with whatever as long as it doesn’t annoy him.

Surprisingly protective. He’ll kill curses he deems are a problem to you or rip a person limb from limb if he found a hair missing from your head. Doesn’t understand why you don’t let him handle it, he’s way stronger than you.

Is almost never soft with you unless he’s extremely tired or just waking up. Holding you as close as he can and telling you not to go. Don’t bring it up either, he’ll end you if you tell anyone.

Will never tell you, but likes touching you, you’re very soft compared to him. He’s the type of guy to have callous from years of fight and doesn’t really care about his skin to much because he’s a God in his eyes.

Would rather surrender himself to a church than admit he gets slightly giddy when you remember small details about him. Like this man has a lot of history, so when you know a tiny random detail about him, his non-existent heart shutters a little.

Nsfw

This man is extremely kinky during sex. I pray for your well being because honestly I don’t know if you’re going to live through sex with him. A dom top period, that last person to even insinuate they could top him was added to his innate domain permanently.

He’s into completely dominating you and make sure you know he owns you. B I G into impact play, slapping you a lot until you’re a beautiful red. Degrading and humiliating you, honestly would let people watch so they know that you’re his property.

Actually really likes his partner to be a brat, man loves breaking you and turning you into a submissive bunny just for him. Honestly he just likes pushing people beyond their limits, like really into emotional play, he wants to see your expressions when he does something. Ooo objectification, will use you like a foot stool and sit on you. Man in general will work you hard.

In saying all that, immaculate aftercare because he knows your mind is too far gone to remember him being this caring and soft for you. Literally bathes you and gets you into bed curled up on him. Also makes sure your body didn’t sustain a lot of damage during sex.

Do. Not. Taunt. Sukuna. It will not end well. “Huuuh? You think you can handle more little boy?” Eyes narrowed and smile too tight. You’ve awoken the beast and he’s not going to leave anything unbroken.

Conclusion

Sukuna’s love is... well a bike ride through hell? To be honest you’ll never know if he loves you. Everything about him is highly unpredictable and dangerous, you could end up as worm food in seconds.

Breaking up with Sukuna... you’re joking right? You don’t have the balls to tell a man who could split you into a million pieces with a flick of the wrist, you’re breaking up with him , right?

Seriously he’ll kill you, no hesitation. It’s either realize you’re stuck with him or die. I think most people would assume he never cared at first, but he did care and now you want to leave him? Absolutely not. He set everything down for you and he’ll be damned if he lets you live without him.

T. Aoi

(First and foremost- why is it so hard to find Toudou headers.)

Okay, I’m sorry but Toudou to me is a straight guy, so I can’t really see him with a male. But, if it were to happen, I think it would go like this:

Being childhood friends with Toudou, you were used to his eccentric personality and sometimes extreme antics.

This man is EXTREMELY comfortable with you. You guys grew up together, so some of the things you guys do together would definitely be seen as way too much for friends. I’m talking sharing the same bed, bathing together, using each other’s things without permission. To you guys, you’ve been doing this since you were little, so neither of you think twice.

I think there would be a trigger that would make Toudou realize he’s more into you than being friends. Like maybe someone flirting with you, he’d at first think he’s being replaced as a friend, but it’s much deeper than that. Definitely debates in his head about what he’s feeling toward you. After going back and forth with his type of girl in his head, he’ll come to terms with it.

This is when he’ll start noticing things he’s never payed that much attention to before. Things like how small you’re compared to him, the way clothes fitted to your body, how pretty you actually were and most important difference- how he’s never noticed you have the fattest ass he’s ever seen.

Seriously this man’s sexuality went from women to women + you.

Toudou isn’t the type to wait either, as soon as he knows how he feels, he confesses. He’s the type of guy to say “take it or leave it, that is how I feel.”

You kinda just stand there. Like, huh? Toudou are you feeling okay? Have- have you been cursed? There’s no way, Toudou middle name pussy pounder Aoi just said he was into you romantically... right?

After the shock, you reciprocated his feelings and began dating.

Now, this man- S U P E R affectionate and devoted. Always wanting to hold hands or link arms. He loves cuddling and playing with your hair while you sleep on him. Puddy in your hands if you give him a massage.

Toudou is immensely dedicated. He knows your favorite foods down to the amount of salt you use on your fries, knows what sizes you prefer for hoodies, shirts, button ups and so on, and this man knows your favorite movies by heart.

He’s the type to buy you something simply because you said it was starting to give you problems.

Lovvvvessss dates. I mean he’s a hopeless romantic, he wants to take you on really cheesy dates that you’d see honeymoon couples go on.

The type to want to match clothing or jewelry.

If you’re a sorcerer, he’s wanting to train everyday, he likes seeing you in action. Double points if you can match him in strength too. He respects your strength enough to not worry about you, he’s confident in his S/o’s abilities.

NSFW

Top. Enough said. Ok but seriously, he wants to clap you cheeks so bad.

Toudou has the biggest size kink too, I’m talking like he’s the type to point right at your navel and say “I’m right here baby~ can you feel me filling you?”

His definitely into railing. His favorite position is the mating press, allows him to hit deeply and as hard as he wants.

Lovesss when you whine and beg. He wants to see how much you can take before your begging him to let you cum.

The type of guy to leave your ass a nice reddish purple color. Just two big ass hand prints on you ass and hips.

✨i m m a c u l a t e✨ aftercare. It’s almost like he’s worshipping you when he’s cleaning you up and making sure you’re taken care of.

Conclusion

Being with Toudou is like being with an Aries, he’s high energy and can get easily bored. He enjoys someone who excites him both mentally and physically. Loves a challenge. Toudou’s love is like a concentrated ball of sunlight, it’s hot and bright. He’s overly devoted to you and tells you how much you mean to him all the time.

If you break up with him, he’s the type to hold his head high until he’s alone and then he breaks down, crying into his hands. Thinking, “Was I too much?” “Maybe I wasn’t enough?” He’s confident, but he’s still a person with insecurities.

[1kook]

viki & hickeys

the 8th installment to netflix & chill :~)

SUMMARY Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air.  WARNINGS a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries MISC there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide  RATING m (18+) WC 16.3k !!!! ik its fckin LOOOONG

NOTES (!) in true Viki fashion, here’s an nc fic where there’s like 3 different plot lines n a hot male antagonist <3 this series started off as just me wanting to write smut n it still is! now i just like to infuse different levels of angst into it as well </3 as always, lemme know what u think!! i proofread it twice but one of those times had been at 4 am so if u see a typo no u didn't. also here’s a gif  of jungkook crying during a dolly parton performances and here’s another gif of jungkook crying bc it’s scary how pretty he looks

Being evil and hot does not come for free. As you’ve long since learned in the past twenty-three years of your life, you truly can’t have it all. 

There is always some deliberating character flaw the universe must bestow upon you in order to level you out, make you fall onto the same plane as all the other mortals. Everyone has one, no matter how small or insignificant. Doyeon’s is that she doesn’t know how to work a straightening iron. Namjoon's is that he can’t tell the difference between water and liquor. Jungkook, despite all his tech-y nerdiness, doesn’t know how to do his own taxes. And yours? You don’t know shit about romcoms. 

Your knowledge on the romantic genre is what leads to this predicament now, the ring on your finger heavy as Doyeon regards you with what is perhaps the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “This is a promise ring,” she says bluntly, the bustling sounds of the coffee shop around you the soundtrack to your sudden realization. 

“No,” you deny, even though you know she’s right. “It’s an engagement ring.”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Babe,” she starts slowly, talks to you like you’re a dorky high schooler with her first boyfriend, “did he ask you to marry him?”

The truth is, the timing had been weird. It had been a few days after you’d rocked Jungkook’s world so you understand if he felt the sudden need to pop the question. But you were also sick as fuck that day, had only vaguely remembered the events because you were too busy with the snot up your nose and the raging fever you were battling. Had Jungkook asked you to marry him? 

You’re not so sure. 

It’s been a little over a month since then, and sure his lack of proactive wedding planning was a little weird, but you had always assumed Jungkook was one of those people who liked long engagements. Liked to drag out the last few months as a bachelor. Maybe he was waiting until you were both financially stable or something, who knows. 

Doyeon had been on some soul-searching journey around the country, so she hadn't been home for a while, had only heard of the ring through a two-second snapchat. This is the first time she’s seeing you and it in person; you can tell by the expression on her face that she’s rightfully disappointed. 

“Have you no shame, woman?” she tuts, arms crossed over her chest. “You have me parading around the world bragging about your engagement— just for this?”

You knock your forehead against the table, know it’s dirty and icky, but you deserve it. “Listen,” you huff. “I’ve only seen The Notebook, like, once.”

She scoffs. “I can tell. This is so embarrassing, don’t tell me you’ve brought it up to him?”

At her words you startle, nearly send the drinks flying across the floor. “No!” you shout, mindlessly reaching to twist the ring around your finger. It’s become a habit these past few weeks, a comfort to feel it around you. Granted, the feeling is a little muted now. “Of course he’d get me a promise ring,” you grumble, gaze flickering down to the silver band on your ring finger. “Jungkook loves all that cheesy corny stuff.” He really did. 

You’ve had enough of Doyeon’s disappointment, decide this coffee date has brought you enough three am anxiety material for the next year and a half. You conclude your date by taking a walk around town, arms locked together as you laugh at people who pass by because you’re both a little mean. 

“Maybe it’s for the best,” she says, and you agree. Well, a promise ring certainly meant something. It was, essentially, a pre-engagement ring. And the engagement ring that followed was a pre-wedding ring. And a wedding ring was, well, a wedding ring. Your heartbeat thunders at the thought. “You’re busy right now anyway,” she points out, snapping you out of your bumbling thoughts. “Aren’t you getting promoted at work soon?” 

Oh, you certainly were getting promoted at work. After many grueling months of hard work and dedication, the fruits of your labor were finally being recognized. Gone were the days of useless desk work, intern-like errands that barely required the use of any higher-order brain functions. You had worked hard these past few months, proved your worth over and over again, until you were here. Getting promoted into a new branch at your company— one where your talents were actually needed. And truth be told, there was one man to thank for that. 

Your friend and superior, Kim Seokjin. 

Seokjin is a great boss. In fact, you could argue he’s the best in the entire world and that, if it wasn’t for him, you would have quit this job that first month you started. But you had him to push you along, friendly smiles and encouragements that kept you going until this point, where you’re being promoted up into a branch where your degree finally matters. And it was all thanks to him! What Kim Namjoon was to Jungkook, Kim Seokjin was to you. 

So what if he cheated on his wife and flirted with the secretaries— Seokjin was practically a god in your eyes. 

And what Seokjin did in his free time was frankly none of your business anyway. You were colleagues at work, got along fairly well, but outside of work you were practically strangers. He was your beloved work colleague, someone Jungkook teased you about endlessly despite never having met him, and you were immensely thankful for him. “Should I be scared he’ll steal you from me?” Jungkook had joked one night, standing behind you as you scrolled through your company profile page. “He is a little handsome.”

You had pinched his side, smiling at his feigned concern when he pressed his lips to your temple. “You’re right,” you had joked back, “he is sooo cool.” And Jungkook had bitten you on the shoulder, laughed that pretty laugh when you yelped in surprise. 

Anyway, Kim Seokjin was a god, Jungkook was on his way to maybe, hopefully, one day, being your husband, and all was well. 

To honor this moment in time, you decide to swing by Jungkook’s place after your date with Doyeon, finding him lazily sprawled across his living room couch while What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim? plays on the Jumbotron. He’s in between projects right now, so he’s spent most of his time relaxing and catching up on all his favorite shows. 

Which brings you back to that deliberating character flaw of yours: no knowledge of the romantic genre to utilize in your everyday life. Your love language has always been blunt words, teasing jabs, the raw and unfiltered type of love. Emotions? Impossible to figure out. You’ve gotten pretty far in life reading verbal and physical cues; with Jungkook, you always know he’s upset when he does the little tongue-against-cheek thing, and it has saved you from many potential arguments. 

On the other hand, it is so obvious what Jungkook’s love language is when he spends fifty percent of his time on Viki, home to some of the most cheesy kdramas in existence. Most guys spend their weekends watching sports or dramatic action movies, but here was Jungkook. Watching some guy try to court his secretary. 

(Okay, he does watch sports and action movies too, but that’s not the point!)

“Hello, sweet boy,” you greet, plopping down beside him. Jungkook smiles back softly. He’s serving absolute pre-pre-husband deliciousness right now, cute glasses, fluffy curls, plaid bottoms that make him look so comfy. God, you were going to suck his dick tonight. 

Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, tastes like the chocolate cake you specifically told him not to eat without you. He blindsides you before you can scold him, pulls you onto his lap where the swell of his cock nudges against your thigh. Oh, you were definitely going to suck his dick and ride him well into the sunrise. 

“What’s my pretty girl doing here tonight?” he asks, cutely looping his fingers through yours. “Thought you were with the Wicked Witch of the West today?”

You roll your eyes, reposition yourself in a laughable attempt at pretending like you’re actually interested in the show. “We just went out for lunch,” you explain, watching the hot lead saunter across the screen. Juicy ass, but nothing compared to Jungkook’s. 

There’s a question lingering on the tip of your tongue, Doyeon’s explanations mixed with your worries, and you hold it for exactly ten seconds before you’re turning to face him head on, eyes going a little crossed from how close he is. “Hey,” you say bluntly. “Is this a promise ring?” you ask, wiggle your finger in his face. 

Jungkook blinks, once, twice, and then his face shoots up in flames. “Maybe,” he mumbles, lips pursed as he tries to avoid your gaze. He was adorable. You laugh, endeared by the red flush that crawls over his cute little cheeks and up his ears. Unable to stop yourself, you squeeze said cheeks between your hands, cooing at the annoyed expression that consumes him soon afterwards.  

“Aw, you want to marry me,” you tease, but it’s secretly a leading question for him to confess that yes, he does want to marry you. For as hot and confident as you are, you too are plagued with doubts. Doubts that can only be smoothed over by hearing it straight from Jungkook’s mouth. 

He rolls his eyes, trying to break free from your hold. “We’ve talked about this,” he murmurs, all embarrassed. But like always, Jungkook knows exactly what you want so he doesn’t deny it, and that’s good enough for you. He’s too flustered to look you in the eye now, childishly craning his head away from you when you try to force him into a staring contest. “Can I finish my show?” he whines, slightly not as hard now that you’ve reduced him into a shy, bumbling mess. It was a nice change of pace from his usual, composed self. 

But you relent, sliding off his lap to sit against his side, classic octopus hug around his waist. The episode is in full swing, not that you know anything about it. Like you said, romantic shows and movies were the least of your concerns. Jungkook, however, eats this type of shit up. “He still trying to fuck her?” you ask, not the least bit interested, but if you’re planning on sucking his dick tonight you have to listen to a few minutes of him rambling first. 

Jungkook sighs. “Yeah,” he says, “I don’t get it.” You hum, trail your hand over his abdomen teasingly. He feels so warm and lean beneath your palm, you were getting hot just thinking about it. “Why would anyone agree to dating their boss?”

You know that Jungkook’s boss is some old Facebook fart, pioneer of something on the site that neither of you two care about. So it makes sense that such a notion disturbs him. You shrug anyway. “Everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss,” you offer. “It’s like, the power dynamic, I guess.”

His frown deepens. “Would you?” Your boss isn’t exactly an old fart; the reason Kim Seokjin was such a renowned playboy is because, well, he had the looks to pull it off. Still, he had become a sort of respectable figure to you and the idea of sleeping with him doesn’t really sound appealing as much as it would to any other random bachelorette, which you admittedly were not. You glance at the screen, where Park Seojoon swaggers around in those tight slacks and fitted button-ups. 

“Hm,” you ponder, “maybe.” 

Jungkook laughs. “You’re supposed to say no, you idiot,” he says, knocks his forehead against yours softly. You can’t help but chuckle too, enamored with the happy glint in his eyes and the way his smile eats up his features. 

Oh, you loved this man. 

Because he was so sweet and good on Christmas, you let Jungkook make the plans for Valentine’s Day. After all, it’s his favorite holiday (“Why? Well, because it’s a day all about you, and me, and us,” he had sighed dreamily in the bathtub one night, hair adorably pushed back to showcase that handsome face of his. Bubbles clung to his chest, had made you dizzy with every breath he took.), so it’s only right that he gets to make the itinerary for the day, fill it with all his favorite things. After all, cheesy romantic stuff like this was right up his lane. 

He reserves a spot at the fanciest restaurant in the city, the one that has a months long waiting list. It sounds perfect, and the closer it gets to February 13th, the more excited you become. You say 13th because the 14th is a Sunday, and as much as you would love to get on your knees and praise Jungkook’s body until the wee hours of the next day, you have work. So Sunday is off the table. And it’s better this way, you tell yourself. Everywhere would have been packed that day anyway. 

It seems like everywhere you go, the entire world is gearing up for the holiday; from the fast food drive-thru to your favorite lingerie shop, there’s Valentine’s Day specials everywhere you look. Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air. 

But what good is a lovey-dovey holiday without your own lovey dove himself? 

One glance out your window and your knees feel weak, because there he is. Dressed in a loose satin button up, shoulders broad, chest defined. He’s got on these fitted dress pants that accentuate his tiny waist too, thick thighs bulging beneath the fabric. There’s a coat hugging his frame, something to shield him from the cold while he waits out on the curb, does this cute little shivering dance in an attempt to warm up his muscles. Your heart feels like it’ll explode at the sight, and you can practically hear the corny, overused romantic song playing in the background of your thoughts, so you hurriedly distract yourself by slipping tonight’s dress on. 

It’s cold outside, but the sight of Jungkook makes you feel warm and fuzzy everywhere. He’s so hot it makes you dizzy, and the sap knows it when he meets you on the sidewalk. Instinctively, his hand reaches out to tangle with yours, the other slipping around your waist. “Hi, gorgeous,” he greets playfully, kissing your knuckles. His hair has grown out a little, curls up cutely when he lets it air dry and tickles your skin when he gets too close. “Lookin’ like Secretary Kim.” 

“Oh? So does that make you my hot boss?” you tease as you make your way to the car. 

As always, he opens the door for you first, flashes you this dorky little wink as he rounds the front of the car. “If it means you’ll sleep with me tonight, then sure,” he says, buckling himself in. You roll your eyes at his claim. You don’t get to see the proud little smile on his face; by the time you’ve composed yourself, he’s already pulling off in the direction of the restaurant. 

It’s a classy thing, a restaurant and bar in some insanely tall skyscraper. Of course your seats are right beside one of the huge floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the beautiful, glittering cityscape. “Fancy,” you murmur as you sit down, catching a glimpse of the eye roll Jungkook gives you. 

“You say that about any place that serves wine,” he chuckles, reaching for the bottle on the table to pour you a glass. 

The wine tastes like perfection, aged for the perfect amount of time. Whatever that was. You don’t really know, but it tastes amazing! Still, amazement aside, you manage a scoff. “I didn’t say that about your house on our first date,” you huff anyway, throwing him a playful glare over the rim of your glass. 

Jungkook laughs, full and real this time. It’s a little too loud for the classy establishment you find yourselves in, drowns out the jazz music for a second. “That’s because it was a house,” he says, wearing that big, shiny smile you adore, “and we were watching Transformers.” An amazing date, the mere memory of it makes your toes curl. He had been so dreamy— nearly two years ago now! —and had retained that aura up to the present day. You don’t think you’ve ever been so in love with anyone or anything in this world before, as cheesy as it was to admit. 

As if sensing your sudden wandering thoughts, Jungkook nudges your ankle under the table. “Hey,” he says so softly you could melt; his voice was so silky and sweet. “Everything okay?” he asks. 

A sigh, chin in your palm. You had to have been abducted by aliens or something— there was no way this was your life, this disgustingly romantic date with this disgustingly handsome man. An episode of Black Mirror maybe? One where you get forced to live in a romantic Viki drama with the man you love, every single day for the rest of your life? Maybe. 

Dramatics aside, you could practically feel that sticky sweet, sentimental monster begging to crawl to the surface, unleash the entire Shakespearean collection of lovesick sonnets on your unsuspecting boyfriend in the middle of this restaurant. But the weird ones, were you accidentally dedicate an entire six lines to the bulge of Jungkook’s thighs in his workout pants or the heart-shaped mole on his shoulder. Those kind. Before that can happen, you settle on an equally as gentle, “I love you,” murmured for only him to hear. 

Across the table, Jungkook smiles. One of those thin ones when he’s trying to keep his composure but is actually quite flustered, his subtle bunny teeth nibbling at his lower lip. “Thanks,” he responds, still trying to play it cool, but then he almost knocks his glass down and you’re reminded just how perfect he was, flaws and all. “Me too.”

You jab the pointed tip of your stiletto against his shin. “Say it back,” you warn and he laughs. 

“I love you,” Jungkook says like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Straight out of a romantic drama, like the ones on Viki that require a minimum of four different story arcs just to get to this point. But with Jungkook, it takes a few shy smiles and maybe a kiss. It has a scorching heat rising on your cheeks, one you ward away with a hurried sip of your drink while Jungkook reaches for your hand, thumb rubbing over your promise ring as if for good luck. 

That singular phrase makes your world pause, its axis stalling while you deal with the overwhelmingly soft and gooey feelings in your chest. Oh jeez, you had to rock his world tonight. It was only right. He deserved it for making you feel like this— this silly and ditzy, like a middle schooler with her crush. 

Anyway the food gets to your table after a millennia. Jungkook orders some fancy lobster dish, one that you're pretty sure costs more than the purse you brought along tonight (to be fair, you’re a cheap buyer), and still has the audacity to poke around at your plate too. He eats enough to feed a schoolhouse full of children who’ve just come off recess, practically devouring the table cloth before you stop him. And then he doesn’t let you see the bill; “baby, don’t worry about that when you’re with me,” he purrs, warm breath fanning against the skin on your neck, drunk off pure love and strawberry lemonade because he was driving tonight. The hostess is a blushing mess, fumbling for his change as Jungkook practically gropes your ass in plain sight.

You swear he’s spending too much time on that Viki streaming service, because then, as if the romantic dinner date wasn’t enough, he whisks you off to an even more romantic walk along the river. 

If there was ever a world record for “Number of Times you can Make your Girlfriend Swoon,” you’re positive Jungkook had broken it in the span of a few hours. You feel so light-headed and in love by the time you reach the river. 

“You know,” you tell him as you walk, the serene sounds of the flowing water beside you the soundtrack to your date. Jungkook swings your joined hands between the two of you. It’s chilly but you’re so full and happy that you don’t let it bother you. “I was gonna throw wine at you when we first met.”

He cackles, that loud, airy sound again that he only lets you hear, with his head thrown back. “What?” he gasps, smiley and pretty, your pretty boy. “And why were you going to do that?”

You huff, feeling slightly embarrassed now to admit such a thing. But aside from Doyeon, no one else has ever heard this classified tale. And well, you’re feeling extra emotional tonight. An abundance of emotions in one night usually ended with you crying like a little bitch at some point or another, so you’re trying to push that off for later. “Because,” you sigh, squeezing his fingers, your lone promise ring versus his assortment of fashionable rings. “You sounded like an absolute fuck boy when you first texted me!” 

Jungkook scoffs, playfully scandalized. “Me?” he squawks, pausing to stand in front of you with wide eyes and a ridiculously huge smile, the kind that has his brows raised high, lips going thin, practically displaying every tooth in his mouth from how wide it is. 

“Jungkook,” you say calmly, shoving one finger against his chest. “You asked me to Netflix & chill for our first date.” 

He groans, using your entwined hands to pull you into his arms for a suffocating hug. “I already told you,” he laughs, patting the back of your head while you get in a few lighthearted punches against his sides. “I didn’t know what it meant.” 

“Whatever, you sleaze,” you say anyway, eventually melting into his hands. “Bet you tell all the girls that.” Jungkook makes another scandalized noise, but settles when you wrap your hands around him. He smells so good and familiar, comforting even. Like home and safety, a refuge for your heart. When you’re this close, you can hear the light beating of it beneath your ear, a steady rhythm that has you closing your eyes when he begins humming your favorite song. 

He gets about two verses in when your phone suddenly goes off. 

Everything in your body says to ignore it, to continue basking in the comfort of your boyfriend’s embrace and this absolutely perfect moment. But it’s the stupid ringtone you set for all your work peers when you first loaded the entire company contact list onto your phone, so the sound alone lets you know it’s a work-related call. And for work to be calling you on a weekend was definitely not a good sign. 

“Give me a sec,” you tell Jungkook, pulling away from his arms. He frowns but lets you go, staying close as you dig through your purse for the offending device. 

It’s Kim Seokjin calling at this peculiar hour, a fact that confuses the hell out of you. Jungkook’s bouncing on his heels in an attempt to fight off the chill, giving you his beautiful side profile as he glances down the winding sidewalk that follows the river, and then at his watch. His nose is a cute red color that you want to kiss so bad. But work calls, so you tighten up and let that dream go for now. You swipe your thumb across the screen. 

“Hello, Mr. Kim,” you greet, trying to keep the confusion out of your voice. “How can I help—“

“__, my love,” he beams through the phone, so fucking loud it has Jungkook glancing over curiously. You give him a tight-lipped smile, one he returns as he shuffles closer, trying to steal your warmth like a penguin. You let him snuggle close before turning back to the droning voice of your superior on the line. 

“Hello,” you repeat again, slowly. Jungkook takes your free hand in his; when he squeezes, the band of your promise ring digs into your skin just the slightest. “Was something the matter?” 

Seokjin laughs, loud and clear. There’s a lot of other noises filtering in through his line. Briefly, you remember that there had been some work-related party for the higher ups tonight so you write it off as that. “Does there need to be a problem for me to call you, love?” 

You falter. Beside you, Jungkook’s brows furrow together, his devilishly handsome features even more pronounced. He’s obviously heard the other man on the line. “Um,” you flounder for a second, “well, usually yes.” 

Without missing a beat, Seokjin carries on with a playful tut that you’re almost certain has him lifting the receiver up to his mouth, because it’s so goddamn loud it has you flinching away from your own device. “My __,” he says, sweet and… slurred? 

He’s never used this tone of voice on you, only on other women at the office. Something about his broken marriage and needing to heal a wound, you don’t fucking know. You can’t even begin to truly understand that logic, which is why you’ve always just ignored it. Still, in the last few months of knowing Seokjin, he has never made a pass at you. Until now, that is. And until now, you had kind of convinced yourself he saw you in a sisterly way. Which sure, was worse than being friendzoned. But this was your boss you were talking about. Whether you got sister-zoned or not by him was the least of your concerns. So what was going on? What had changed over the span of a few days that had him suddenly reaching out to you on a weekend? 

Beside you, Jungkook doesn’t look the slightest bit impressed, tongue prodding against his cheek as Seokjin rambles on the line. You wish you had lowered the volume before answering, but doing so now would appear suspicious, even you could admit that. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Seokjin praises. You nod, remember he can’t see you, and settle on a blunt thanks instead. Jin laughs. “You’re different from the rest,” he hums, voice soft and weirdly intimate. 

Jungkook’s frown deepens. “What does he want?” he murmurs, somehow managing to keep his voice calm as always. The deep furrow of his brows and the tongue-against-cheek motion he had done just a few seconds ago all indicate he’s annoyed, that much you can tell. 

You shrug, eyes wide as you hurry to get to the reason for the phone call. You’re almost certain it’s just Seokjin being drunk— many people drunkenly dial their friends and family to tell them how much they’re appreciated, this wasn’t anything weird! 

Is what you try to convince yourself, but then Seokjin’s voice is dropping an octave by your ear. “Did you get my gift?” he murmurs, voice nearly drowned out by the sounds of the event he’s at. 

“Huh?” you stammer, quite stupidly if you do say so yourself. Jungkook shifts closer, obviously trying to hear. A breeze ruffles his hair, his cologne wafting over you. “What?” 

A sigh over the line. “My gift, love,” Kim Seokjin says, loud and proud. Jungkook exhales, hard. “I had it sent to your house this evening. Something pretty for a pretty girl— don’t tell me the postman fucked that up,” he jokes and Jungkook huffs, practically breathing fire through his nose when he hears the words. 

You fidget. There had been no gift when Jungkook picked you up around sunset, not like you had expected anything to begin with. And aside from Jungkook and maybe your parents, there was no one else on this planet you wanted to receive a Valentine’s Day gift from anyway, especially not from your boss of all people. “Um,” you mumble, acutely aware of the way Jungkook’s face is nearly pressed to yours now in his effort to listen in on your phone call. “I— um, haven’t been home, Seokjin.”

Jungkook scoffs, spits out a particularly unimpressed, “Seokjin?” 

Said man doesn’t hear. “Oh, of course,” he says, almost sullenly. “I forgot you had that little boyfriend to entertain tonight.” 

It’s the breaking point for Jungkook, who leans back to glare at the phone with the heat of a thousand suns. You press it against your chest before he can hear anything else. “I’m sorry,” you rush out in a hurried whisper, eyes flickering over his face, trying to gauge the intensity of his emotions. “I think he’s drunk— he’s never said things to me like this before,” you stammer, feeling like you have to defend yourself for some reason. “I’ll- I’ll take care of it, okay?” No answer, just an aggravated shake of his head, like he’s trying to calm himself down. “Jungkook?” you say, can feel the panic begin to lace your voice when his eyes flutter shut. 

He calms your worries with a gentle head butt that has you gasping in surprise, one hard exhale fanning over you. “Okay,” he says, teeth clenched. “I’m gonna go sit.” And then he stiffly walks over to one of the many benches lining the pathway. He sits, just like he had said he would, and glares down at his hands instead. 

The sight makes you anxious, unsure of how to diffuse the situation because, like you’ve said many times before, dealing with emotions— especially someone else’s emotions —was hard. Your eyes refuse to leave his figure as you draw the phone back up to your ear again. “Hello?” you call, voice trembling when Jungkook finally looks your way. The soft look he had given you all night is nowhere to be found, replaced with this rather unreadable expression. Something between annoyance and confusion if you had to guess. You don’t know, and the fact you don’t know makes you panic. Your chest feels tight when Seokjin begins speaking again. 

“You know,” he says, “you’re quite something, __. Strong, confident. Beautiful.” Had you been anyone else, you might have been flattered by Kim Seokjin’s remarks, maybe would have swooned. He was, objectively speaking, a handsome man with a hefty bank account. 

But if that was the criteria for a man to make you swoon, then the man on the bench in front of you checked all the same boxes three times over. The man who’s brows draw closer and closer together the longer you linger on the phone. Jungkook’s foot does one agonizing tap against the concrete and you find yourself stammering into the phone. “I think you’re drunk, Jin.”

A scoff. “I am,” he agrees, and doesn't even bother to hide it. “But you remind me of her, you know that? I like that.”

It’s like he knows something is going on on the line, because Jungkook visibly bristles when you sidestep in surprise. What was going on, your brain screams. Having your superior compare you to his infidel wife was definitely not something you saw coming tonight. “Uh, okay?” you say, “listen, Seokjin— Mr. Kim, I’m... I have a boyfriend. And I really lov—“

He cuts you off. Jungkook bristles at the sudden stop of your sentence. “Yeah, yeah,” Seokjin drawls, and you can feel the sheer terror of accidentally jeopardizing your relationship with Jungkook step aside for the briefest moment to allow some annoyance to seep through. Annoyed with Seokjin and his audacity, his tone, his voice. “Mrs. Kim used to say that about me,” he chuckles humorlessly, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” A long pause. You’re unsure of how to respond. “It’s not real,” Seokjin says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. “Love, that is.”

You clench your jaw, gathering your thoughts to respond when Seokjin beats you to it. “But you know what, love?” You don’t respond. Seokjin pushes on anyway. “Someone’s gonna cheat sooner or later— why not beat him to it?” 

Your body reacts first, a startled gasp inhaled through your lips at his disrespectful preposition. Your phone slips out of your grasp. It bounces twice, lands on the ledge that gives way to the river, and you almost kick it in when Jungkook comes up behind you. “Hey, hey,” he says sternly, tugging you away from the phone you almost killed. “What’s wrong— what did he say?”

You exhale, face warm from the discomfort sitting heavy in your chest. “Nothing,” you huff, mind slightly foggy as you try to process that awkward conversation. “It’s— it was stupid,” you spit, pressing the heels of your palms against your temples, the raging anger and confusion making your head pound now. 

You had always known Kim Seokjin wasn’t the most faithful man, that the infidelity ran both ways in his relationship. But you had never imagined he would ever compare you to her, his cheating wife, in an attempt to win you over. Furthermore, you’re downright disturbed by the fact he would even try to hit on you after all the mentoring he’d given you, all the polite smiles he’d flashed you, all the praise you had bestowed upon him to Jungkook. 

Jungkook, whose jaw twitches as his hands graze your forearms. When you look at him again, you feel an immense wave of remorse wash over you at the way his own irritation is clouded by his worry for you. He had been wronged as well— disrespected just like you —but here he was, pushing his own emotions aside for your sake. He doesn’t want to see you upset. He was so good at dealing with your emotions, knew just what to do when things became too much. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, lips pursed together. “I don’t know why— he’s never— I wouldn’t do that,” you settle on, voice wobbling when Jungkook’s jaw clenches. “Jungkook,” you frown, reaching for his hands, “I wouldn’t—“ 

He shushes you with another one of those gentle forehead bumps. “Calm down,” he says, voice deeper than usual. “I know you wouldn’t.” 

Weirdly, it feels like you’ve committed a grave sin against your boyfriend. A crime. “I’m sorry,” you blubber anyway, heart thundering in your chest. “That was horrible,” you huff, desperately blinking away the stinging sensation behind your eyes. “You didn’t deserve to hear that.”

“Don’t cry,” Jungkook says, so soft and comforting; stable. You want his composure, his ability to process and understand things so quickly— his maturity. Sure he had been put off by Seokjin, but he had processed it all so quickly; adapted to the situation and stepped in to save you. Meanwhile, you nearly committed cellular murder because you couldn’t handle yourself. “He’s a weirdo,” he says, for both your sakes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.” 

Still, you sniffle. “I’m sorry,” you say again, the heavy feeling in your chest lightening just a little bit when he pulls you into his arms. 

“Crybaby,” he teases softly, a kiss on the crown of your head. You pinch his side. “Second phone you broke in a year.”

The mood for the riverwalk is off after that, and you only walk a few more meters before Jungkook decides it’s enough. “We can still enjoy ourselves at home,” he reassures you, and the way he tries to salvage that soft, fuzzy feeling from before is admirable. So Jungkook takes you home, holds your hand the whole drive back to your place, like he knows you’re still fragile from that extremely uncomfortable interaction, need him to hold you together. Jungkook’s emotional stability guards you like a shield, covers you in a wave of comfort as you calm down. You tell him about Seokjin’s preposition and he bristles. “Prick,” he murmurs beneath his breath, grip tightening just the tiniest bit. Your ring pinches against your skin a little painfully, but you say nothing. 

There’s a box of flowers on your doorstep when you arrive, one that makes Jungkook pause at the sight. “Wonderful,” he drones, picking it up for you as you unlock the front door. It gets left on the coffee table, practically mocking the two of you as you remove your shoes and coats. “That’s your favorite flower,” Jungkook notes. 

You glance at the expensive bouquet. “It is.” 

Jungkook drops down onto your couch, eyes flickering to the meticulous arrangement in front of him. “You told him?” Not really. But back when you had thought Jungkook and you were engaged (read: last week), you had spent days looking at different floral shops that specialized in this flower, frequently leaving the tab open on your work computer. Seokjin must have seen it then. At your extended silence, Jungkook says, “nice.”

You frown, setting your heels on the shoe rack. “Baby, I didn’t,” you tell him softly, reaching for the zip on the back of your dress. It comes down, and after clearing your hips, it falls to the floor in a dark heap you pick up quickly. It leaves you scantily clad in a black lingerie set. Meanwhile, Jungkook drops his head back, glaring at your ceiling. Tentatively, you step over to him, toying with the fabric of your dress in your hands. “You said it was okay.”

“I know,” he sighs, an unexpected confession from him that makes you pause. Despite all you’ve been through, he still rarely highlighted situations that upset him. “It’s just,” he says, turning his head to look at your form again, eyes not drinking you in like you hoped he would. “It’s scary.”

The couch cushion dips beneath your weight when you settle beside him. “What is?”

Jungkook shrugs, avoiding your question by reaching for the TV remote on the coffee table, right beside the box of flowers Seokjin had sent. He opens up the Viki app in a flash— the one linked to his account —and has even loaded up the next episode of Secretary Kim when you question him again. “What’s scary, Jungkook?” you repeat. 

On screen, there’s a beautiful scene on a bridge, the two leads happily conversing. It’s serene, something neither you nor Jungkook feel at the moment. 

Eventually, he says, “you could leave.”

You pause. “What do you mean?” Leave? Where on earth would you leave to when this was your home? He doesn’t meet your gaze. 

Another scene passes by on screen, some cheesy line and an even cheesier promise. Jungkook’s foot taps against the floor, the sound dull against the plush rug beneath you. It’s a nervous tick you’ve only seen him do at the height of truly stressful situations. Weird because just half an hour before you had dubbed him as the epitome of calm and collected at the river. 

“I thought he was cool before.” 

He did. But the word ‘cool’ didn’t always have the same meaning for Jungkook as it did for you. 

In the past, Jungkook had frequently joked about having to meet Kim Seokjin and thank him for all the help he’s given you at work. After all, up until now, you had only ever had good things to say about the man, raving about his cool demeanor and respectable work ethics. Now, the memories paired with the conversation from earlier leave a bad taste in your mouth. 

You’re a little confused with Jungkook right now; part of you had convinced yourself that whatever happened on the phone earlier with Seokjin was put behind you, marked off as an anomaly in the evening. After all, Jungkook himself had said it was okay. Park Seojoon appears on screen, and you can’t help but glare at the character, residue emotions from the river pushed off onto this innocent actor. 

Still, Jungkook surprises you. “It’s just that—“ he sighs. And then, “what if you leave?” 

You blink, eyes trained on his side profile and the way he’s nervously chewing through his bottom lip until it tints a red shade, gives way to sensitive skin when he bites too hard. “Why would I leave?” 

He says nothing. On screen, Park Seojoon says something so cheesy and romantic that it would have otherwise made you cringe, made Jungkook soft. But he’s stiff as a board beside you instead. You almost think he’s going to disregard the entire conversation when he finally speaks again. “Well.” You perk up at the sound of his voice, overly aware of the way he’s started picking at the skin around his thumb again, another nasty habit you’ve been trying to help him get over. “He’s cool. Rich.”

“And so are you,” you offer, covering his hand with your own. 

Jungkook ignores you, releasing a long, shaky exhale. Somehow, he’s exuding a similar energy as before; discontentment mixed with understanding. Like he’s greatly conflicted but forcing himself to remain calm. Another trembling inhale, and then Jungkook quietly recites, “everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss.” 

You recoil just the slightest, brows pinched together at the absurd conclusion he’s drawn. “Baby, that was just a silly conversation,” you say slowly, slipping your hand into his. He squeezes so tight you’re afraid he’ll break your bones. “And we were joking—“

“I know!” he exclaims, enveloping your significantly smaller hand in both of his before bringing them up to his face, lips pressed against your knuckles. It’s not a kiss, more so a desperate need to feel you against him. Eyes wide, you can’t do anything but watch as that collected exterior slips away, revealing a whirlwind mess of emotions. It’s a rather unexpected show from Jungkook. “It was a joke. We were joking. But I’m—“ his jaw clenches. His voice is so tiny when he speaks again. “I get scared sometimes, __.” 

His emotional outburst renders you speechless, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut, jaw clenching, hands trembling. 

It’s a stark image change from the cool Jungkook that had comforted you at the river, had patted the back of your head when you had been so distraught. His chest heaves for air and you don’t know what to do; it’s always the other way around, him comforting you, that when it comes down to this you find yourself at a loss. It makes you feel like you don’t know enough about yourself or him or your relationship in general to help him, always so lost when things like this happen. 

Jungkook has never been good at expressing negative emotions, always preferring to bottle them up and only show you his very best side. Granted, he’s been getting better at letting go lately, has whispered his doubts to you in the dead of night after a particularly grueling project, an uncomfortable social meeting. But he always waits until you’re half asleep and in the dark to tell you how he feels, hushed worries that you barely remember the next morning. And by then, Jungkook’s moved on from them anyway, flashes you a pretty smile and purposefully guides you away from that conversation. You know he’s started keeping a journal recently, but aside from seeing the blanks pages when he’d first gotten, you don’t have a clue what happened afterwards. It’s probably hidden away somewhere, his feelings locked up in a cupboard or a box, the secrets it holds never to be spoken of aloud. 

He doesn’t like talking about his more personal problems, hoards them until you’re forced to intervene. Find him slumped over at his dining table with bags under his eyes, the skin on his lower lip bitten beyond belief. 

Rarely does he sit down and express himself like this, lays his heart out carefully for you to see. Had he not said so right now, you would have never known Jungkook struggled with such doubts about you and your relationship. 

(It makes your heart ache at the realization.) 

Jungkook always acts like everything is okay, always forces himself to hold it together for the sake of you and, quite frankly, everyone else. He’s there when Taehyung breaks up with his girlfriends, pats him on the back and lets him run through every video game he has on his PS5. He’s there for Namjoon when his thesis becomes too much, proofreads it even though he doesn’t understand a word just for the sake of giving his best friend another perspective. Hell, he had even been there for Doyeon when her new landlord had tried to overcharge her, had carried the bulk of your argument when you ran off to try and fight with the old man. 

(“He’s too nice sometimes,” she had murmured the next morning at her place. After the shouting match the night before, you had crashed with Doyeon on her new bed, your sweet boyfriend taking up her couch. Somehow, you and Jungkook had managed to knock a clean seventy-five bucks off her monthly bill. It wasn’t much, but for an apartment in the city it sure felt like a lot. 

You had hummed, patting the top of his head on the way to the kitchen. “He’s a good boy,” you had said, heart thrumming when he instinctively pushed closer to your hand, nuzzling into you even in his sleep. “He cares about everyone a lot. Worries to death about his friends.”

The state of their relationship was weird; they were always fighting about one thing or another, ‘eternal enemies’ as Doyeon liked to claim. 

But for the first time, she hadn’t denied they were, in fact, friends. Instead, she had quietly stood at the breakfast nook overlooking the living room with a somber look on her face that was completely unlike the Doyeon you knew. She didn’t respond with her usual backhanded compliments, didn’t even call him a gremlin either. 

“He even worries about you, Miss Wicked Witch of the West,” you had teased, reaching over to pull Jungkook’s shirt down where it had ridden up, exposing his cute belly button to the cold apartment. She had sipped at her mug of coffee, eyes foggy and distant. “It just takes him a while.” 

“He’s always cared about you though,” she had murmured then, and you had marked it off as her being half asleep. But Doyeon had given you this look, a look so profoundly wise, as if she was saying, “more than you’ll ever know.”) 

Most importantly, Jungkook is always there for you. He holds you in his arms, strokes your back comfortingly whenever something goes wrong. Listens to your concerns and offers you advice, learns new things for the sole purpose of helping you out. Lets you make stupid decisions and always saves you at the last minute. And you want to repay him for all that, want to look after Jungkook like he does for everyone else. But it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard, when he doesn’t let you in, when he holds his emotions at bay for the sake of protecting yours. When you don’t even know where to start sometimes. 

The beating of your heart is accompanied by a dramatic orchestral ensemble on screen, violins and flutes as the two lovers reconcile some issue with a kiss. Beside you, your own lover is one second away from falling apart. “Hey,” you say quietly, slipping your hand out of his to hesitantly place on his back instead. With your release, Jungkook uses his empty hands to drag over his face, hide himself from you. “I’m not going to leave you, Jungkook,” you try and comfort, “I love you.” 

He shakes his head, dark locks bouncing around. “I know, I know,” he sighs, but it doesn’t sound like he believes you. It sounds like he’s forcing himself into composure again, jaw flexing as he shakes his head. “But— what if—” another aggravated huff, his thighs jumping anxiously. “You’ll get bored.” Not a question, but a statement. 

“Of you?” you ask anyway. He nods. “I won’t.”

He sits up so suddenly you have to move away to avoid bumping into him. “You will,” he urges, finally looking at you, distress painted over every inch of his face. “That guy, that Seokjin, he sounds more interesting than me. He sounds cool and put together, like the world is his oyster and,” he rubs the heels of his hands against his eyes. “You talk about him sometimes and... and you call him a god, __,” he stresses, doesn’t leave room for you to object. “And I know you’re joking, but—“ a sharp inhale, and then, quietly, “everyone gets bored of me, __.” 

Your frown deepens. “But I won’t,” you argue, confident in your claim, shifting onto your knees beside him. Your dress is thrown over the armrest of the couch, and the draft in your apartment makes goosebumps rise on your bare flesh. “You’re not boring, Jungkook,” you tell him, voice softening when his features pinch up, nose wrinkling as he wards off the stinging behind his eyes. 

It’s teenage trauma. Jungkook had told you at least that much before, this crippling sense of loneliness and an inferiority complex that hindered him during an influential growth period of his life. It’s why he’s so quiet when he has so much to say, why he brings you along to every party he gets invited to; he’s never felt like he was enough by himself. 

Sometimes, it leaks into his confessions. “I don’t deserve you,” he says frequently, but some days you want to hot glue him to a chair and force him to listen to every reason why he does and always will deserve you or anyone for that matter. “You make me better,” he claims, but he does that all on his own, lights up the world with his smile alone. 

He’s gotten better, that much you’ve learned from Namjoon and Taehyung. And even you’ve noticed it on your own, watched as he animatedly talked with his friends and his coworkers, drew people naturally to him with his warm aura. 

Even still, there’s moments where he relapses. Moments like this. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs beside you, “I know I’m a handful—“

“You’re not,” you interrupt, cupping his soft cheek in your hand, turning him to face you. Jungkook leans into the touch, and your heart breaks in half when a tear escapes over his waterline, pretty eyes brimming with tears. “You’re not a handful, Jungkook,” you tell him, shuffling closer until you can press your forehead against his. The truth is, you don’t know how to comfort him, but this is how he’s always comforted you; it feels nice when he does it for you. “You’re just enough,” you say, voice soft because it feels like your precious boy is about to fall apart in your arms, his shallow breaths rivaling the volume of the television. “You’ve always been enough.” 

He sniffles, and another tear tickles the side of your thumb, catching the light. “I’m sorry,” he repeats anyway, a disbelieving chuckle tacked on at the end. 

“Don’t be,” you shush, pushing away a strand of hair when he leans closer. His frown is still prominent, pink lips red and soft under your thumb when you tap your finger against them. “You can tell me when things worry you, you know,” you inform him, heart swelling when his eyes fall shut and he leans into your touch. He’s so handsome, the cute little mole beneath his lip begging to be kissed. “I’ll always listen.”

Jungkook hums, breathing evening out. “I know you will,” he says. “But I like listening to your voice more, and I can’t do that when I’m talking.” 

You snort and Jungkook finally lets a tiny smile slip. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after your meltdown,” you mumble, kissing his cheek softly. 

Jungkook chuckles, real this time, and sniffles right afterwards. “I’ll flirt with you whenever I want.” And, because he’s just so full of surprises tonight, he sniffles once more before he’s unceremoniously tackling you back onto the couch. You squeal, the TV remote digging into your back painfully. It has the volume accidentally skyrocketing, startling the both of you with an ear-shattering orchestral piece at the height of some emotional scene. Jungkook scrambles to free the device and lower the volume before your eardrums burst. “I didn’t even know your TV could go that loud,” he says, and he’s speaking normally but the deafening violins are still reverberating in your head, making him sound quieter than he really is. 

“Come here,” you say instead, and he obeys, crawling into your arms, mouth hovering just over yours. “You feeling better?”

Jungkook nods, dark hair bouncing. “You make me better,” he tries, but after tonight’s realization, you respond to his corny words with a pinch against his doughy cheek instead. 

“Don’t say that,” you frown, toying with one of the earrings decorating his ear. The tip of his nose is flushed red, the exertion from crying catching up to him. His lashes are dark, probably feel so heavy with the residual tears that cling to them. 

Jungkook repositions himself, guides your legs around his waist. “Why not? It’s true.” He glances at your mouth. “You make my life better.”

“Wrong,” you say bluntly, brushing his hair back with your hands. “Your own perception and understanding of your experiences makes your life better. I just happen to be in it.” Jungkook looks the tiniest bit surprised at your suddenly logical argument. “Trust me, I saw it in a documentary the other day.” 

At that he laughs, full and loud, pecking your lips once with a sweet smile on his face. “Now I know you’re lying,” he grins, gently nudging his nose against yours. The drama on the TV is but a quiet hum compared to the pounding of your heart in your chest when he looks at you like that. “Because you don’t even like documentaries.” 

You kiss him softly, holding his hair back for him. He tastes a little bit like the chocolate cake he had at the restaurant and the lemonade he drank (he didn’t indulge in the sweet wine with you because he needed to drive). His lips mold perfectly against yours, and he sighs softly when he finally draws back. “But I like you,” you purr. 

Jungkook’s eyes darken, one heavy exhale fanning across the lower half of your face. You readjust the leg around his waist, pull him closer just the slightest bit. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after my meltdown,” he repeats, lips brushing against yours. You chuckle. “You don’t know what that means to me.” You can roughly guess, but that opportunity is taken away when Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, soft lips molding to yours. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, wastes no time slipping in when you open for him, hot and wet. 

Jungkook’s fingers are just as warm when he trails them up the back of your thigh, pulls you impossibly closer until the buckle on his belt is pressed flush against your mound. A tiny whimper escapes your lips, chest jumping just the slightest from the pressure. It makes Jungkook pull away with an easygoing grin, chocolate eyes half-lidded. “You okay?” he murmurs, breath a little shaky from the kiss. You nod, tangling your fingers behind his head and pulling him in close again. 

He evades your puckered lips, ducking down to press his own against your throat, right beneath your jaw. “Ugh,” you groan, digging your nails into his back through his satin shirt. “I wanted a kiss.”

Jungkook nips at your skin, this tiny gesture that couldn’t hurt even if he tried. “You always want a kiss,” he retorts softly, the quiet smack of his lips filling your ears as he bestows a series of smooches against your skin. And it’s so devastatingly tender how he handles you, like you’re made of glass and will break at a moment’s notice, like he wants to treasure your body for the rest of his—

Jungkook chomps down, hard, and you hiss. “Sit still,” he orders, soothing over the bite with one broad lick of his tongue. 

You whimper. “That hurt.” 

“And it’ll hurt even more if you keep moving,” he warns you, and before you can ask what that even means, he’s leaving another stinging bite just further down. It’s at the midway point of your neck, right in front, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat when he sucks a painful mark over it. “There,” he says, mostly to himself. “All mine.”

Your legs tighten around him, and you fight down the wave of heat that threatens to consume you when he places one final kiss over the second mark— the hickey. 

Jungkook doesn’t usually leave them. In fact, you can rarely recall a time where he had purposefully gone out of his way to mark you up like this. It was always accidental, always unplanned, because he knew how troublesome it was for you to cover them up for work the next morning. Work, where your coworkers and your bosses and Seokjin could see. 

Brows pinched together, your brain begins to draw a connection, one that Jungkook is soon confirming himself. “Everyone will see that now,” he hums, kissing a trail down your neck. 

Of course. 

You pat the back of his head in amusement, hiding a smile against his soft locks. Before you can say anything more, maybe tease him for being so cute, there’s a hand on your hip that snaps you out of your scheming. Jungkook lifts his head, does that endearing little head shake that pushes his hair out of his eyes, before leaning in for another languid kiss. 

It’s even slower than the first, mostly because he’s a little too preoccupied with running his hands over your body now. It starts at your shoulder, teasingly snaps the strap of your bra as you push your tongue down his throat. Jungkook whimpers, that pretty sound that makes you desperate to hear more. It’s the same sound that he always makes when he wants to be pampered, wants you to kiss his entire body while he lays there and takes it. 

And you’re all too ready to act on it. 

Duty calls and you’re there to answer, tilting his head for him with your hands against his cheeks. He sighs against you, breath trembling as it tickles across your skin. That soft and tender way that makes you melt because he’s just so precious, so dreamy. 

But you’re too caught up in your plotting to remember the hand he’s got on your hip, the one that teases the waistband of your panties with one lone finger. It’s only when Jungkook pulls away from your inviting mouth, his other hand holding you down by your shoulder, that you’re snapped back into reality. His lips are swollen and red, slick from your tongue, and so tantalizingly kissable. He huffs out a breath, eyes flickering over your face. “Can I touch you,” he husks, and gives into the temptation to press a kiss against your jaw. 

“Yes, please,” you shiver, hypnotized by his hungry stare. 

Jungkook wastes no time, pressing another kiss against the bruising mark over your throat that dissolves into a series of lighter smooches he trails down between your breasts. His hands come up to cup your boobs over your bra, giving them one harsh squeeze that has you releasing a long exhale as he moves between the valley and down your tummy, over your belly button. “Open,” he says at your pubic bone, carefully guiding your legs apart until you’re spread wide for him. 

The dark panties you’re wearing tonight— the super expensive ones you had spent an hour measuring your body for the exact sizing —receive one light kiss over the front. “Always so pretty for me,” Jungkook murmurs, tracing one lone finger down the middle. Your stomach contracts when he nudges it against you, the soft material of your panties just barely pushed between your folds. 

As his hand occupies itself with some relatively light foreplay, Jungkook tasks himself with leaving another tingling mark against your skin. This time, it’s on the inside of your thigh. He starts it off slowly, a few littered kisses against the skin until he deems one spot worthy enough and abruptly sinks his teeth into you. “Not so hard,” you whimper, reaching down to bury your hands in his hair. 

Jungkook lets it go, sloppily licking over the area. “You like it hard,” he husks, meeting your gaze as he licks one, long stripe over the tender skin. “Don’t you?” You nod demurely, pressing your knuckles against your lips to hold back a tiny moan from slipping past your lips. 

With that new mark blooming over your skin, Jungkook transfers his attention to your pussy, hidden beneath the soft material of your panties. One finger hooks under the hem, tucking them aside until he can see you in your entirety. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing one light kiss over your clit that makes you inhale sharply, fingers digging into his scalp. Jungkook throws one final glance your way before letting his tongue slip past his lips, the very tip flicking against your clit. 

Your breathing becomes shallow, anticipation building in the pits of your stomach as he slowly but surely begins playing with you. His tongue is so warm and wet, nudges your throbbing clit, nose pressed against your mound. “Mmm,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth works wonders. 

“Ah,” you gasp, whiny and high-pitched, when he dips one finger past your wet folds. The entry is seamless, his pointer finger sinking into the velvet walls of your cunt as his tongue swirls against your hardened bud. “Jungkook,” you mewl, knocking your heel against his shoulder. Jungkook huffs, suctions his lips around your clit. The cold metal of the rings he always wears— the duo set from that Chrome Hearts brand he likes so much —presses against the trembling lips of your pussy, makes your back arch when he twists his finger inside of you. 

He’s so precise with his tongue, knows just how long and how hard to lick against your pulsing clit until you’re trembling, thighs quivering. Briefly, he pulls away, flicks his hair to the side in one suave motion that lets you see his dark eyes when he glances back up at you again, covered in a thick sheen of lust that makes them appear almost black as opposed to his usual warm brown. His hands reach for the waistband of your panties, tug them off with one fluid pull. 

“So pretty for me,” he murmurs, the end of his words laced with a slight rasp that makes your hips jump. “All for me,” he says, roughly pushing his finger into you again. The harshness makes your entire body tighten up in surprise, eyes fluttering shut when he slips his middle finger alongside his pointer this time around. 

“Baby, wait,” you whimper, walls fluttering around the two digits. Jungkook leans back in, presses a chaste kiss against your clit that makes your breathing stall as he thrusts his fingers into you. 

He ignores your cries, locks his lips at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, sensitive skin that bruises all too easily when he sucks against it too hard. “Only for me,” he sighs, all pretenses discarded as he begins rapidly and roughly fucking his fingers into you. It’s intense, has your thighs quaking as he speeds them up. 

The coil in your stomach tightens, and you have to bite down on your knuckles to stop the litany of whimpers from slipping past your lips when Jungkook ducks down again. He bypasses your quivering clit, warm tongue licking at the warm, wet folds around his fingers instead. The proximity makes the tip of his round nose brush along the length of your cunt, a sight and sensation that makes you moan, his bangs harshly tugged away from his forehead to give you the perfect view. 

It’s with a particularly hard shove and twist combination of his fingers into your clenching walls that you cum, a gasp caught in your throat as your hips push toward him, chasing the feeling Jungkook bestows upon you. Your breathing is a mess, inhales too short, your exhales inconsistent, as Jungkook slows the speed of his fingers inside of you, lets your cum ooze out around them, coat his fingers and his rings. 

“No,” you cry, watching that look come over his face when he withdraws his hand, the look that usually follows him sucking your cum into his mouth. “Jungkook, you don’t have to do that—” you whine, reaching for his wrist and yanking it towards you. 

Jungkook follows, crawls back up beside you as he chases his own sticky fingers. “It’s mine,” he urges, has this weird look in his eyes you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. And just as quickly as it crosses his features, he’s lurching forward to catch his own fingers in his mouth. It’s lewd, the way his tongue wraps around them, leaves them sleek under the TV glow, tattoos and rings glistening. He has the audacity to moan, eyes fluttering shut as his devious tongue slips down between his fingers, so long and precise. There’s a tiny noise that tears itself from your throat, one that has him flickering his clouded gaze up to you as his fingers are released from between his own lips. “You like that,” he murmurs, wet fingers trailing down your cheek, capturing your chin to turn your face his way completely. 

His tongue is sinful as it slips past your lips again, the tangy taste of yourself clinging to him. His breathing feels hot, suffocating. But his kisses are so good, make your mind go blank. So blank, that the fingers that rub at your clit surprise you completely. “Kook,” you gasp, breaking away from him in surprise. 

Jungkook doesn’t let you get far, capturing your mouth with his again. The two fingers you had felt on your chin are gone, firmly pressed against your swollen clit, experimentally rubbing against it. Never mind the fact you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, thighs quivering when he drags them against the wet, soft skin. It makes you shudder, breaking away from him a second time for a desperately needed inhale of fresh air. Jungkook follows behind closely, pressing kisses over your jawline, your chin, as his fingers continue moving against your clit.

He has them pressed together, rubbing at the front of your slit where that bundle of nerves is hidden. It makes your stomach contract, hips jerking forward into the touch in an effort to match him, to speed up the process. “You were made for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook huffs against your cheek, nose pressed against your skin because he’s just so close, practically molded into your side as his fingers send rhythmic shocks of ecstasy up your spine.

Your mouth drops open, stuttered gasps filtering through your lips as Jungkook takes advantage of your sensitive body to draw out another orgasm. But there’s a weird sensation that builds in your stomach this time, one that brings with it a sense of panic. “Wait—“ you gasp, fisting the silky material of his shirt beneath one clenched fist. “Jungkook,” you warn, toes curling.

He responds with a harsh nip against your lower lip that makes you whimper. “Go ahead,” he purrs, rubbing his fingers over you at an insane speed, one that has your juices sloppily spread over your pussy, makes you buck into him and moan against his mouth. 

The feeling grows, an intense, unfamiliar thing that you rarely recall ever feeling before, gasping for air as Jungkook’s fingers caress your clit, pressing down hard. “Fffuck, fuck,” you sob, mouth opening in a silent scream, eyes rolling backwards as you feel your pussy lips contract harder than ever before, thighs quivering as your juices squirt out of you, lower body reduced to jello as Jungkook quickens his movements, wrists jerking back and forth as your pleasure sprays out of you. “Ju— Jungkook,” you wail, forcefully slamming your thighs shut when he doesn’t stop, the pleasure seemingly never-ending under such a torturous touch. “Stop—stop,” you beg, eyes filling with tears that spill over when his trapped hand manages one final rough rub against your clit accompanied by a final gush of wetness. 

Only then does he stop, leaning back on his knees to drink you in with dark eyes that make you quiver. There’s no trace of his usual post-orgasm cockiness, the smile he’ll flash you, the teasing jabs. Nothing, just a frankly terrifying gaze that has you self-consciously pressing your hands over your chest. 

Jungkook doesn’t take kindly to it, roughly snatching one of your wrists up until you’re sitting up, the traces of your own orgasm present in the damp couch cushions beneath you, inner thighs coated in a thin sheen of your own pleasure. Jungkook leans in close, nose bumping against yours. “You came like that for me,” he says quietly, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You nod, eyes wide and teary when he reaches for the front of his shirt, giving it the same treatment he usually gives yours; two hands at the front, yanking it apart until the buttons are torn from their stitches and bouncing across your floor. 

He throws it off to the side, his tan skin highlighted by the cool tones of the television, the dark sleeve of his tattoo especially prominent. The black ink almost looks blue under this light. You’re so distracted by the perfect swirls and doodles on Jungkook’s skin that you don’t realize that same hand is reaching for you until it’s too late, long fingers wrapping around your throat to jerk you forward, head tipping back to look up at him. “Say it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “Tell me you’re mine.”

The fingers around your throat squeeze once and then slowly begin tightening. You gasp, meeting his hooded gaze with yours, lips quivering for a response that’s stuck in your throat, trapped by your own surprise and tightening airways. Frantically, you reach for his wrists with both hands, not to pull Jungkook’s hand away, but to ground yourself from the hazy cloud of lust the moment evokes. 

Still, your body isn’t as strong as you thought, and once Jungkook reaches a certain tightness around your throat you find yourself coughing. Instantly, he loosens his grip. But not too much. “I- I’m yours,” you rasp out, gasping for air. 

For now, it satisfies Jungkook enough for him to release you. And while you’re grateful for the rush of fresh air that fills your lungs, the phantom ghost of his grip around your throat sends a new gush of wetness between your thighs. One that grows tenfold when Jungkook reaches for his belt, undoes it easily. It comes off with one fluid motion, carelessly shucked off to the side as his attention moves to the front of his pants instead. 

He doesn’t let you sit around uselessly. “On your knees,” he says, so quietly you almost don’t hear it. “Sit on your knees facing the table.”

You blink slowly, the dry tears on your cheeks leaving stiff trails against your makeup. It takes a moment for your brain to process his request, one long second that has Jungkook pausing in his movements, leveling you with one solemn glare that eventually has you springing into action. You hastily slip off the couch, shuffling toward the coffee table between it and the television. The rug is soft beneath your knees, a luxury you can’t enjoy to the fullest because there’s a ball of excitement and fear stuck in your throat. (Right beneath your bruised skin and recuperating windpipes.) Sitting back on your calves, it feels like every nerve is standing stiff as you await his instructions. 

“Bra off,” Jungkook says from behind you, and you’re startled by the sudden ripping of stitches behind you, almost turning to look at him. He stops you with one hand around the back of your neck, drawing a surprised gasp from you. “Sit still,” he commands, your back stiff straight, eyes focused on the screen. After a beat, Jungkook lets you go, pats the back of your head gingerly. “Good girl.”

A whimper catches in your throat at the praise, and you barely manage to bite down on it in time, hurriedly reaching behind you. Your hands fidget over the clasps on your bra, and you nearly jump out of your skin when one lone finger traces down your spine, undoing your bra for you. You don’t know why, but you say, “thank you.”

The television changes scenes in front of you, the bright colors a stark contrast to the darkness of Jungkook’s eyes. Your hands tremble in front of you, fingers anxiously tangling with each other. A few inches beside you, there’s a dark red box filled with the flowers from—

Suddenly, your vision goes dark, hands instinctively reaching up to your eyes. The pads of your fingers come in contact with a soft material, smooth and silky. Just like— “Is this… ?” you murmur, hands sliding across the makeshift blindfold Jungkook’s made for you, the same texture as his shirt had been. 

He doesn’t grace you with an answer, just a hand against your hip as he, presumably, settles behind you. “Does it matter?” Jungkook says instead, voice all too close to your ear. Your entire body locks up, hands quickly returning to their spot against the coffee table. 

Just as you’d suspected, Jungkook is all too close now, hands crawling over your body. They start at your waist, massage the skin tenderly, lovingly, before gliding up to cup your breasts. You shiver, a quiet exhale escaping you as Jungkook rubs his palms over your boobs, trapping your stiff nipples between his fingers. A sound threatens to escape you, and you trap it behind a bitten lip, fists clenched against the table before you. “You know,” Jungkook says conversationally, like he’s not pinching your nipples enough to make you squirm. “Who else do you think can make you come like this?”

You brain lags. “W- What?” you stutter, thighs pressing together to ward away the arousal. Not like they’re already sticky from before, from when Jungkook had made you squirt. 

Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, pressing a kiss against your shoulder that he trails up to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Who else,” he says slowly, “can make you come like this?”

It’s not a trick question— no one could. You tell Jungkook as much. “I— no one,” you answer, rolling your lips in when he kisses the tender spot beneath your ear again. 

His kisses feel loud, but not as loud as his voice when he says, “exactly.” You swallow, gripping at the edge of the coffee table when he releases your boobs, trails one hand between your thighs, the other around your throat to pull you backwards against his chest. It makes your hands flail, landing against the tops of his thick thighs. 

Jungkook holds you close, fingers tightening around your throat teasingly. “No one else can please you like you want,” he exhales, letting his fingers trail over your skin. “Not the guy on tv, not your exes, not the fucking loser at your job,” he hisses, lips against your ear. “No one,” he reiterates, voice softer now as he presses a kiss against you. “No one but me.”

And it’s true. 

You can’t even muster your usual mouthy, bratty attitude when Jungkook serves you cold hard facts like this. Not when you can feel his aching member press against the small of your back, rest perfectly in the slight dip between your ass cheeks. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” he murmurs, voice low. 

You nod, tummy tightening when he uses the hand between your thighs to spread them apart. “Only you,” you agree, voice feathery.

Jungkook hides a grin against your skin, a mean chuckle escaping him when he rests his forehead against your shoulder. “Fuck,” he says, releasing your throat. “Such a good girl,” he praises, hands on your hips again. He uses them to encourage you up onto your knees, hips bumping into the edge of the table as he shuffles you forward. “Bend,” he says quietly, palm flat on the center of your back, pushing you down until your belly button is pressed against the cold wood, boobs swinging forward just the slightest. “Perfect.”

Jungkook shuffles up behind you, soothes a hand over your hip when you flinch at the first press of his cock against your folds. “You’re okay,” he comforts, voice like honey as he lines himself up. Your folds are slippery and wet, loose from your arousal and the two orgasms he’s already given you. 

Despite all that, the first push of his engorged cock past the tight muscles makes you gasp. “Baby, that’s,” you moan, nails scratching against the coffee table to make a sound that you would otherwise find uncomfortable. “I—“

Jungkook pants behind you, cock sinking further and further in. “I’ve got you,” he husks. His voice is like the light at the end of the tunnel, your dark vision forcing you to rely on him entirely as he guides you through the motions. “Made for me,” he repeats, voice airy.

You nod jerkily, arms trembling as his cock plunges deeper inside of you. “Made for you,” you gasp, head falling forward, forehead pressed against the cold surface in front of you. 

He moans, and there’s one deafening moment of silence when he finally reaches the hilt, soft pubic hairs at the base of his cock brushing against your folds. It’s a familiar sensation, having him buried inside of you, but it’s always different when he’s doing it from behind. He always feels fuller, bigger, mushroom tip practically kissing your cervix. 

“Kook,” you whimper, walls unintentionally contracting around him when he lingers a second too long. “Move.”

“Fuck, fuck,” he curses behind you. “I know, it’s just—“ he pauses, squeezes your hip so hard, you’re certain it’ll bruise. “I wanna… y’know,” he groans, dropping his head against your back, warm breath fanning across your slightly sweaty skin. 

It makes something in your stomach click into place, shifting back just the slightest. The small drag around your lips makes you brave. “Then do it,” you urge, desperate for any sort of friction. 

Jungkook practically growls, bucking into you once. “No,” he says, like he’s battling with himself, faced with a mental hurdle he can only cross alone. “You don’t understand,” he sneers, suddenly snapping back into position behind you, pulling you flush against his pelvis once more. It makes you whimper. 

“I kinda do—“

“You don’t,” Jungkook hisses, forcefully thrusting his hips into you enough to make your hips knock painfully against the edge of the coffee table, a startled moan falling from between your lips. And from there, it’s like you’ve unleashed a beast, because Jungkook shows you no mercy as he begins fucking you, his fat cock slipping in and out of you, his angry head flirting with your entrance. “I wanna fucking breed you,” he sneers, fingers digging into the skin around your waist to hold you still as he bucks his hips forward.

His vulgarity makes your skin heat up, the warmth probably tangible over your sloppily made blindfold, eyes wide despite the fabric that covers them. “That—” you gasp, thighs trembling with each powerful thrust. 

“It’s too much, I fucking know,” he huffs dryly, releasing one hip to press against your shoulders, roughly shoving you forward until your breasts are pressed against the surface, arms bent up beside you to stop yourself from hitting your head. “But— But,” he shudders, suddenly stopping his thrusts to grind his cock against you instead, pussy lips quivering around his girthy member. “I wanna,” he pants, “wanna see you so fucking full of me, because— you’re mine, __,” he seethes, “right?”

You nod blindly, dumbly, brain too flooded with the stimulation he’s bestowing upon you to think properly. “I- I am,” you confirm, gasping for air. “And you’re mine,” you manage to get out, one hand slapping down against the coffee table when he draws his cock out, slams himself back into you quickly. 

“I’m yours,” Jungkook slurs behind you, slowly picking up his pace again. The hand on your back lets go, and it’s with trembling arms that you manage to push yourself back onto your forearms, one hand blindly reaching for the hand he’s got gripping at your hips. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper, the sounds coming from your connected bodies so lewd and obscene, disgustingly wet when Jungkook slips back inside. He surges forward again, and you try to catch your balance, knees quivering underneath the force of his thrusts. Your hand slides over the tabletop in a feeble effort to hold onto something, anything. You can’t see, and even if you could there’s not much to hold onto on a flat surface. 

Except the box your hand knocks into. Your confusion lasts for only about a second because then Jungkook is ramming his cock into you, over and over, until you’re certain your hips are going to bruise and your knees are going to give out. Jungkook’s moans are soft and feathery, sighs that fan over your shoulder and make your back arch, eyes rolling backwards for the briefest second as if you were possessed. 

“Mine,” he whimpers, desperate and needy, fingernails digging into your skin as he pushes on. “Gonna be mine forever,” he growls. “Gonna— Gonna be so pretty and big,” he moans, “tits so fucking full.” The image he puts in your mind makes you dizzy. 

You nod dumbly, knuckles bumping against the box a second time. “Jungkook,” you choke out, fingers blindly nudging the box aside. But there’s no strength behind it, your entire body feeling weak and useless, all the energy concentrated in the coil in your stomach, the one that grows and tightens with every entrance of Jungkook’s cock into your pulsing walls. “There’s— There’s something,” you gasp, pinky finger tapping against it.

Behind you, Jungkook stills, harsh breaths deafeningly loud. Louder than the television and the corny music that plays, the mindless chatter of the characters you couldn’t name even if you tried. “Why would you...” Jungkook huffs, irritation lacing his words.

You don’t get to question it, because a second later his finger is tucking itself beneath your blindfold, yanking it off carelessly. It makes your head crane backwards, a tiny yelp torn from your lips as the blinding glow of the TV attacks your poor eyes at full force. Jungkook’s long since stopped his rapid thrusts, and it’s only when you glance off to the side that you realize why. 

It’s the stupid box of flowers Seokjin had sent you, the one Jungkook had placed on the coffee table when you first got home. 

Behind you, Jungkook releases one long exhale, both of you looking at the arrangement with various degrees of discomfort. “Did you like them,” he murmurs, cock throbbing inside of you. 

You shake your head, a soft, “no,” falling from your lips. The muscles in your thighs quiver like mad. 

Jungkook says nothing, but you watch as one inked arm stretches out from behind you, the movement of his hips pushing his cock deeper into you. A tiny whimper catches in your throat, watching as Jungkook hooks a finger over the lip of the box. One swift tug has it gliding over the tabletop, coming to a stop right beside your forearm. Jungkook leans back, the silence terrifying. 

“Did you think they were pretty?” he asks, tracing one finger down your spine. Your lower lip trembles as your eyes scan over the bouquet, at the pretty color selection and lovely scent that joined together to overwhelm your senses. 

“No,” you say, but it feels like a lie.

And Jungkook thinks so too, wrapping one hand around your throat and pulling you back forcefully. It’s the same as he did earlier, but with his cock deep inside your pussy, it sends a shock throughout your entire nervous system, a sob tearing itself from within you as he unintentionally pushes himself deeper inside. “Did you,” he says a second time, practically seething, “think Seokjin’s flowers were pretty?”

Your eyes flicker nervously across the screen in front of you, but everything is a blur, Jungkook’s harsh breathing against your ear. “Yes,” you confess, whimpering when his fingers tighten around your throat, press down against your windpipe as he inhales sharply. “But they’re just flow—“ He squeezes your throat so hard, your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, mind growing fuzzy. Eventually, he lets go and you dissolve into a fit of coughs, bent over the coffee table again as Jungkook slips his stiff cock out from within you. “I’m sorry,” you sniffle, throwing a teary-eyed look over your shoulder.

What you’re not expecting is for Jungkook to grab that same shoulder and roughly push you onto your side away from the coffee table, falling onto the fluffy rug as he shoves you down. “Something pretty for a pretty girl,” he sneers, biting down a frankly maniacal grin.

“What?” you exhale, probably looking at him with the same maniacal look in your eyes. 

(You were made for each other, so crazy and in love.)

Jungkook stretches one toned arm out, and you flinch when he uses that same beautiful arm to send the box of flowers flying over the edge of the coffee table, a hard thwack resounding throughout the room when they land face down on the other side, petals against the floor, water dripping out from inside. 

With those out of the way, Jungkook wastes no time flipping you over, face shoved down against the soft rug as he angles your hips up. “Thinking about someone else when I’m right here,” he growls, ramming his cock back into you with no warning. You sob, clawing at nothing as he bucks forward. “What a mean girl,” Jungkook scolds. 

“I- I wasn’t,” you defend weakly, shivering as he snaps his hips against you, the rug irritating your cheek when the motion sends you forward. Jungkook uses the hands on your hips to pull you back, your skin clapping together loudly. 

“You think Seokjin would— would fuck you like this?” he spits, using you like a toy as he fucks basically for himself, cock sliding in and out of your squelching walls. “You think he’d push you down and—and call you a stupid girl?” 

You shake your head, eyes squeezed shut to fight the wave of tears threatening your waterline. Truthfully, it doesn’t make much of a difference, especially not when Jungkook yanks your hips back again, your entrance sensitive from all the friction. “No, no,” you sob. ”He wouldn't.”

Jungkook scoffs, not bothering to slow his pace down. “Of course he wouldn’t,” he spits, and then, strikes your ass. Two hard cracks of his palm, rings and all, against the globes of your ass. You wail, unconsciously jerking away only for Jungkook to drag you back. “Stupid girl,” Jungkook sighs, cock twitching inside of you. You can feel the beads of precum oozing out from the tip of his cock inside you, their warmth making you shudder. 

Your other ass cheek receives the same treatment, two harsh smacks that leave the skin tingling, blood rising to the surface. “Stupid, stupid girl,” he repeats, palms rubbing over your cheeks for a brief second, only to strike down again. “Aren’t you?” You nod, fat tears dripping out of the corner of your eyes and down onto the fluffy rug beneath you. Your behind stings, pain blossoming over your skin. But it’s the good kind, the one that has drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how overwhelmed it leaves you. 

“I- I’m a stupid girl,” you agree, your words punctuated by a series of tiny sobs and sniffles. Your walls feel sensitive, raw, from his thrusts. You’re ready to come, trembling hands slithering down to reach for your clit. 

“Don’t,” Jungkook warns, snatching your arm up and twisting it behind you. 

You cry, tears and drool against the rug. “I wanna come,” you whimper, trying your other hand only for it to meet a similar demise. “Please,” you sniffle, turning your face the other way as if the angle will somehow be different. 

“You don’t come until I say so,” Jungkook hisses, using his grip on your wrists to tug you onto his cock. You moan, choke on your own saliva from the force, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix for real this time. It renders you stupid, just like Jungkook had called you, chin trembling as your eyes roll backwards. Behind you, Jungkook grunts something deep and raspy. “Fffuck,” he spits, pistoning his hips into your inviting heat. “You were doing so good tonight—“ a particular brutal buck of his hips, a loud moan torn from your lips “—but first those fucking flowers and now this?”

The rhythm of his deep thrusts cut your moans into stuttered little cries, your words broken with every ram of his cock inside of you. Your walls feel worn, every brush sending a tingling shock up your spine. “I- I’m sorry,” you weep, shoulders shaking from your own tears and the rumbling orgasm that’s just about ready to snap. 

Jungkook says nothing, too busy shoving his cock inside of you to grace you with a response. Instead, you’re subjected to his relentless thrusts, sharp gasps from his pretty mouth. “Fuck,” he pants, releasing your wrists after one particular thrusts, your walls clenching around him painfully when he draws his cock out. 

“I can’t,” you sniffle, knees giving out before he can catch you, sadly sinking down onto the plush rug. “Kook, I—”

Jungkook makes a sound, something between a growl and a roar in the back of his throat as he follows behind you, planting two firm hands on the sides of your head to use as leverage to fuck himself in. With your thighs pressed flat together, the squeeze is tighter than ever before, and your eyes roll backwards as he gets to work, walls fluttering from the overstimulation. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he pants, all games thrown aside as he begins pounding his cock past your folds, deep into your contracting walls, until that tight spring in your stomach gives out and you’re clenching up beneath him, entire body going stiff for one long beat. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you weep, thighs quivering as you cream his cock, make his movements so slippery and wet, almost dangerous when he’s going this fast. His name falls from your trembling lips, every nickname and pet name you’ve ever given him mindlessly blubbered through your orgasm. Jungkook pays you no mind, thighs tensing up as he chases his high, short breaths and moans filling the space as he fucks himself into you. Until, finally, a few deep strokes later, he’s coming with a shuddered cry of your name on his tongue, collapsing over you, forehead pressed to your back as he catches his breath. 

“Fuck,” he groans one last time, body going slack very quickly. He slumps down beside you, softening cock slipping out of your tender folds. 

The floor between the coffee table and the couch is dark, the television glow not reaching down here. Even still, the sweat clinging to Jungkook makes him look like a sparkly Twilight vampire, the dip between his pecs collecting the smallest pool of sweat. You can’t stop yourself from running your pointer finger along the skin, over his nipple. His pec jumps deliciously under the attention. “Stop,” Jungkook sighs, catching your wrist in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles in an attempt to distract you. “Or I’ll really get you pregnant next time.”

You push yourself onto your elbows, pinching his doughy cheek. “You won’t,” you tease. Jungkook flicks his hair away from his eyes to level you with a look you’ve never seen before, not a trace of his usual post-sex playfulness to be found. It has you retracting your hand, eyes wide when he doesn’t stand down. Still, you can’t lose. “...No you won’t,” you repeat, quieter, almost unsure. Almost a question. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, tugging you into his arms. He’s all sweaty and sticky, just like you. He’s lucky he doesn’t have four separate loads of cum— three from you, one from him —sticking between his thighs. “Keep telling yourself that,” he pants, so smoothly. Too smoothly. It makes you clench your thighs, something Jungkook doesn’t miss. “Stop it,” he warns a second time.

“You’re just so dreamy,” you whine, sitting back up to play with his hand. “Like, when you made me squirt?” He chuckles softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Not gonna lie, I thought I saw the answer to the universe for a second.” 

He’s worn out today, more than usual, that he doesn’t bother gracing you with a response. But it had been a long day for Jungkook; from planning an entire date, to the Seokjin debacle, to the crazy hot sex he’d gifted you. It was only reasonable. You reward his efforts with a soft peck against his cheek that makes him smile, a light blush painting his cheeks. “You did good today,” you hum, patting chest comfortingly. 

“Felt like I was in a Viki drama,” he confesses after a moment, has that tiny smile on his face that makes the apples of his cheeks especially round, especially cute. “The kind that have twelve plot lines going on.”

You laugh, snuggling beside him. The rug feels dirty, but so do you so the feeling is cancelled out or whatever. “You’d be the Park Seojoon of any Viki drama,” you tell him, and Jungkook laughs.

That loud and airy one he reserves only for you. 

epilogue

Namjoon calls Jungkook’s phone a little after eleven, talking your ear off about some date he’d gone on while Jungkook is in the shower. You tell him about what happened with Seokjin and like all respectable college mentors, he just about flips. “You can sue him,” Namjoon hisses, furious for you. Not that you aren’t anymore, but in a weird act of impulsiveness, Jungkook had gone outside and ran the stupid box of flowers over with his car as you watched from the open window of your apartment. It was weirdly cathartic. 

He’s in the shower now, humming the lyrics to one of the songs from Secretary Kim, a song called It’s You by Jeong Sewoon (thank you, Shazam), that makes every inch of your body overflow with adoration when he hits that long note. Anyway, you’re perusing the rest of the streaming service for a movie to watch. Jungkook said you couldn’t watch Train to Busan tonight, something about it ruining the mood. So now you’re debating between a historical romcom or a modern romcom. 

Over the line, Namjoon is doing all the raging for you. “Men are trash,” he huffs one last time, before eventually letting it go. (For now.) “Hey, do you know how to cover up hickeys?” he asks suddenly, just as Jungkook reappears in the living room. His skin is glowing, looking like the hottest man alive. The window is still open, a feeble attempt to air out the smell of sex in the room, and the draft makes Jungkook shiver because his hair is still a little wet. 

“Hickeys?” you repeat, stretching a hand out for him as he rounds the couch. Jungkook takes it, places a soft smooch against your knuckles, close to your promise ring. Your heartbeat stutters just as Namjoon hums. 

“Yeah, this girl,” he says, cutting himself off with a laugh. One you recognize all too well because it’s the same one you let out when you talk about Jungkook to other people. Said boy settles close beside you, leans his cheek against your head when you snuggle into his neck. As soon as he’s there, you lose all rights to the remote, watching as Jungkook completely disregards all your searching just to click back onto Secretary Kim. He had missed a whole episode. “We went a little crazy tonight—“ you gag at the image Namjoon places in your head “—and Doyeon bites kinda hard—“

“Doyeon?” you interrupt, all mental processes coming to an abrupt halt as the name bounces around your mind. Jungkook, having mastered the art of listening in on your phone calls by now, freezes beside you. “You know a Doyeon?” 

“Yeah!” Namjoon says excitedly as you sit up. Jungkook meets your gaze, big Bambi eyes giving the performance of a lifetime, and gives your this overly innocent shrug of his shoulders that tells you more about what he does know than what he doesn’t. “Kim Doyeon. She went to your school— actually, she graduated with you and Kook.”

The world comes to a complete stop as you glare at Jungkook, his panicked features cueing you in to the fact he was aware of this, as you’d suspected. “Namjoon,” you say slowly, fist tightening around Jungkook’s phone. “Are you aware you’re fucking my best friend?” 

There’s a long silence on the other end, Namjoon presumably processing the information while Jungkook tries to calm the boiling anger within you. “He didn’t know,” Jungkook whispers, big pretty eyes on you as he tries to save Namjoon from you. 

All his efforts are in vain when Namjoon clears his throat and so eloquently says, “and you’re fucking my best friend?”

epi-epilogue

The Best Buy employee doesn’t ask questions when you and Jungkook go in to get your cracked phone screens repaired. He does, however, give Jungkook an over-exuberant sales pitch on a brand new line of computer monitors that are almost as big as the television at your house. 

You try to save him from the dangerous hands of capitalism, but the Hello Kitty bandaids decorating your neck are itchy, the skin still so tender, so sometimes it’s wiser to let him waste his money than argue otherwise. 

“Good girl,” Jungkook says as he swings your arms back and forth on your walk to the car, impressed by the fact you didn’t argue with him in a Best Buy today. “My perceptions and understanding of you in my life make me happy,” he beams, too smiley as he unlocks the doors. 

“Shut up,” you glare, painfully tearing the stupid bandaids off your neck as soon as you get in, brandishing the blossoming hickeys Jungkook had so graciously given you last night. At the sight, he bites down a smile. “You’re about to perceive and understand these fists.” 

And Jungkook smiles— he always smiles —as he leans over the center console to press his mouth against the darkened skin at the front of your neck, mindlessly rubbing his thumb over your promise ring. “Perceive this love,” he says, so cheesy it makes you gag. 

“Goddd,” you groan, pushing him away before he can see the smile on your face. “Someone get this man a Viki deal.”

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[starryevermore]

to be loved by the moon ✧ steven grant

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request: Heyy I love your fics. Can I request for somnophilia with any of the moon boys but consensual from both sides

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: when you ask steven to try something, he knows he’ll do anything to make you happy. 

word count: 1,134

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, somnophilia, p in v, unprotected sex, pet name (love), not proofread

Steven felt like a pervert. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. You wore a thin tank top, the peaks of nipples poking out. For a moment, Steven considered rolling you over, pulling your shirt up, taking your nipple in his mouth. But…well, if he was going to be a perv, he’d rather go full perv. 

Not that he actually would be a pervert. This was something that you wanted, something you asked for. And it was something he had eagerly agreed to in the moment. Now? Now, he was scared that you would change your mind the second he started doing anything. And he hated to make you uncomfortable.

“Have you ever wanted to something more adventurous things in bed?” you’d asked one night a few weeks ago, nestled in his arms. 

“What did you have in mind, love?” Steven asked.

Of course, this was one of his fears. Compared to Marc, he was far less experienced in the sex department. And where Jake lacked in experience, too, he made up for in passion. But when Steven was fronting? Well, he was sure most people would label it as the most vanilla of vanilla sex. Though you did reassure him that you loved vanilla, he still feared that he didn’t do enough to make you happy. That you secretly preferred Jake or Marc or both. 

“I’d been thinking…Well, it’s been a sort of fantasy of my mind…I read it in a book, you know,” you stammered.

Steven grabbed one of your hands, lifting it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “You don’t need to be nervous. You can tell me anything, love. I’ll never, ever judge you. That’s a promise.”

“I was…reading a romance book,” you finally said. “And in it, the guy and the girl decided they wanted…You know, for the guy to wake up the girl by fucking her. And I…like, really liked that.”

“And you want to do that with me?” Steven asked, almost embarrassed by how the mere idea of making love to you in your sleep got him so hard. 

“I mean, if you want to. I know you like your routine, and I don’t wanna make you feel like you’re being forced into it—”

Steven leaned in, kissing you. When he pulled away, his mouth lifted in a smile. “I wanna do it, love. I really, really, really wanna do it, too.”

Two weeks later, Steven found himself presented with the opportunity. And though he still really, really, really wanted to it, he was equally scared of making you feel creeped out. But…you did ask for it. And if you told him to stop, he would, no questions asked. And then he could make it up to you, making you a cup of tea and put on your favorite movie until you were able to fall asleep again. Take you on a date the next day, get you flowers. Okay, yeah. Yeah, that works. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do if this goes wrong. 

So, slowly, Steven pulled down your cotton shorts and lacy panties, exposing you to him. He took himself out, shuffling closer to you so that your back was pressed against his chest. Snaking one arm around you, he reached between your legs, rolling your clit between his fingers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you whimpered in your sleep. 

One finger pressed into your slick cunt, another soon following, scissoring in and out of you, slowly working you open for him. 

“Such a good girl, love,” Steven said, testing the phrase out. Steven didn’t talk much during sex, mostly a mess of moans and whimpers. But he’d heard Marc say it once when Marc was having sex with you, and he remembered how you preened under his praise. And though you couldn’t really hear him, he imagined you would have the same reaction for him. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, love. So perfect, even when you’re a sweet sleeping beauty.” He was impossibly hard at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his fingers. He couldn’t stand it anymore, as much as he loved having his fingers buried in you. “Are you ready for me, love? Ready for me to make your dreams come true?”

Steven felt a bit silly, especially since you weren’t awake to respond. But it did make him feel like less of a creep, so he kept it up, whispering about how you were so good for him as he slowly pushed his cock in you, rocking his hips against yours, swirling his finger over your clit. 

A quiet moan slipped past your lips as Steven’s thrusts grew faster, a bit more erratic. Steven ducked his head down, pressing kisses up and down your throat. 

“You’re so amazing, love,” he said, nipping at your earlobe. “Feel so bloody good. Such a good girl for me, yeah? Letting me fuck you in your sleep? The best fucking girl—”

Your eyes flew open as your moans grew louder. “Steven?” you finally managed to get out. “Oh, fuck! Oh, please keep doing that, oh my god—”

One of his hands gripped your breast, squeezing it, using it as leverage as he rutted his hips against yours. “You like that, love? You like being fucked awake?” Your cunt fluttered against his cock, and he knew you were close. “Oh, yeah, you do, don’t you? Tell me how much you love it, love.”

“Love it so fucking much, oh my god! Please, please, don’t ever stop! Oh god, feels so, so good, Steven!” You gasped, arching your back against him. “Shit, shit, I’m gonna cum—”

“Cum for me, cum all over my cock, love.”

You screamed as you came, the feeling of your pussy squeezing Steven’s cock sending him over the edge. 

“Shit, I’m right behind you, love,” he managed to get out before his thick, white ropes of cum painted your insides, his thrusts growing slower until he finally stilled, pulling out of you.. As your thighs shook and you panted, Steven threaded his fingers with your own, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Did you like that? Was that what you were hoping for?”

“Mm, it was perfect.” You lifted your joined hands to your lips, pressing a kiss to the top of his hand. “Thank you so much, Steven. Did you like it too?”

“Bit awkward at first, not gonna lie, love. But once I got into it, it was amazing,” he confessed. He pressed another kiss to your shoulder. “So…”

“So?”

“You up for a second round?”

You laughed, turning over to face him. You took his face in your hands, pulling in for a kiss. “For you, my love? Always.”

[andreafmn]

Would you do another Rosalie fix? Where reader goes to highschool with the cullens and is friends with Emmett who introduces Rosalie and reader and she falls for them. If not no stress. Thank you!

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Living in Forks was like being stuck in a time loop. Every day was an unchanging routine with some exceptions – going to the movies, going to the beach, and the occasional school trip. But other than the sporadic plans, the monotony of everyday life made it almost unbearable to enjoy life.

That was until the Cullen family came into town.

For the first time in a long time, our small town had opened its arms to new inhabitants, and rumors were running rampant. Everyone quickly became interested in the lives of the seven members of this mysterious family. All we knew was that there were the parents and five adopted teens, with two that had paired up.

The first one I ever met was Emmett. Granted, he was the first one to ever come to school. For the first time in ever, the seat next to mine in English class had been filled one random Monday.

“Oh,” I was taken aback. I had grown used to leaving my bag in the empty desk beside mine, using it as an extra space for my belongings. “Hi.”

“Hey, I’m Emmett,” he smiled, extending his arm toward me. “Cullen.”

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” A shiver travelled through my limb as soon as our hands made contact. “Your family just moved into tow, right? Your dad is the new doctor at the hospital.”

“News sure do travel fast here,” he chuckled.

“Well, it is a small town and it’s not every day we get an overqualified doctor to work here. And being the new guy always warrants for some thrilling buzz.”

“That’s good to know.”

We quickly became friends. Having similar schedules aided in a fast-moving friendship between us.  In the coming week, I met two of his siblings, Alice and Jasper – the couple. It was weird at first, even after all the explanations from Emmett about his family dynamic. But seeing the love between them dissipated any uncomfortableness that could arise. It did help that Alice’s radiant personality was simply intoxicating and you couldn’t help but like her. Jasper, on the other hand, was quiet and always seemed to be riddled with discomfort, but his presence was always calming. Something about him just made him comfortable to be around.

Then came Edward. If Jasper was brooding, he was astronomically uncomfortable all the time. He never wanted to interact with anyone, preferring the company of his books and only joining in the conversation when he saw fit. If I saw him smile or laugh more than once was far too much.

Two more weeks and I met… her. I never thought something life changing would ever happen in the cafeteria of Forks High School.

I had fallen into a routine with the Cullen siblings. Laughing with Alice and Emmett, Jasper smiling occasionally, and Edward’s nose buried in a book. Everything had fallen into clockwork. Until golden locks strid in through the glass doors. It didn’t take a genius to ascertain that she was a Cullen – the only one that was missing from the sibling posse. The girl glided gracefully through the sea of students, every head turning as she went by.

“Rose,” Emmett smiled. “This is (Y/N). (Y/N), our sister Rosalie.”

“Um, hi. N-nice to meet you,” I stuttered. It was beauty like I had never seen before.

“Likewise,” Rosalie smiled. Her words were honey-laced, and I was sure I had never heard such a beautiful sound in my life.

No one tells you that one person is enough to derail your life completely. No one tells you that love can grow even in the most unusual circumstances. No one told me either that the supernatural world existed, and they walked among us inconspicuously.

Granted, I would have never found out had it not been for a random Saturday afternoon where I was in the Cullen house spending time with Emmett. I had planned that night to go out with Rosalie, but her brother had asked me to come over earlier to play video games.

About two hours had passed since my arrival at the home, mostly spent in their living room loudly passing through a less than friendly game of MarioKart. At one point, I used my body to block Emmett’s vision from the television, ensuring the first place for myself. I was so invested in the race that I had failed to notice the presence of the blonde I had been waiting for

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” she called out. “I thought we were meeting at 8.” 

Her voice broke me out of the video game trance I had fallen into, my vision falling on her perfect face. But something stained the porcelain exterior. From the corners of her mouth, two crimson red lines made their way down her chin, joining smaller red dribbles that had started to dry out. Out of curiosity, I stood from the sofa and joined her side, inspecting the red liquid closely.

“Rosalie,” Emmett pointed out the corners of her mouth, instructing her to clean it off. But it was for naught.

I raised a shaking index finger to the stream, rubbing the slightly viscous substance between it and my thumb. Without a second thought, I hovered the finger close to my nostrils, confirming my suspicions. Deer blood.

“Rose, why do you have deer blood on your mouth?”

“(Y/N), I-I,” she stuttered.

“Don’t feed me stories, Rose. I want the truth.”

“You won’t want to be with me after you find out the truth,” Rosalie sighed. She was probably right. Either she was a freak that was into digesting animal blood for fun, or the mutterings from the teens at LaPush were true. 

“Look, (Y/N), it’s not what you’re thinking.”

“Seriously, Emmett, I don’t need excuses. I need answers.”

“But…”

“It’s alright, Em,” Rosalie stopped his muttering. “They were bound to find out sooner or later. Emmett, I think this is a conversation (Y/N) and I should have in private.”

“Alright, I’ll be upstairs then.”

Emmett left us alone, a tense air surrounding Rosalie and me. She stared at her image in the mirror, wiping away the red streaks that stained her porcelain skin. As it smeared, the liquid turned her skin a pink hue and I noticed the absence of life behind it.  I had never been aware of the unchanging nature of the faces the Cullens had – their paleness a standout one amongst the white faces of Forks.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, (Y/N).” She rounded the couch and took a seat close to me, every move a cautious one. “And I’m sure none of them will come close to reality.”

“Rose, just out with it.”

“Alright,” she sighed. “There’s no way to continue to hide this. The truth is… my family and I are vampires.”

“So, how old are you?” Was all I could muster.

“I’m eighteen.”

“How long have you been eighteen, Rose?”

“Around seventy years now.” The look of shock must have been undoubtedly plastered on my face – I could not believe what she was admitting. “I was turned in 1933 by Carlisle after I was left for dead on the street following a devastating attack.”

Her words weren’t registering inside my head quickly enough. As she related the tragic story of her transformation, I could only feel how time only slowed. I hadn’t even noticed when tears started rolling down my cheeks. Then, I flinched as Rosalie used her hand to wipe away the liquid that stained my skin. It was the first time I noticed her frozen touch. I had always attributed it to the cold weather of Forks, but never that it was her nature.

“I’m sorry,” she retreated. “I understand if you’d like to go. But, please, you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“I-I don’t think I want to go,” I stuttered. “If you wanted to hurt me you already would have. I don’t think you’d allow me to fall in love with you if I was to become your prey.”

“What did you just say?”

“That I don’t think you – or your family for that matter – want to hurt me.”

“No,” she croaked. “You said you fell in love with me.”

“I did. I did say that”

“Did you mean it, (Y/N)? Truly?” There was a gleam in her eyes – hope. Possibly the hope that everything could somehow work out.

“What if I did mean it?” We were both standing now, slowly inching our bodies closer together. My hand landed on her cheek, her eyes closing as she leaned into the touch. I needed to show Rosalie I trusted her, no matter what. “Because I meant it. I’ve fallen completely and utterly in love with you, Rosalie Hale. Fangs and all.” 

“Good,” she beamed. “Because I’ve fallen for you too.”

A smile played on both our faces, the space between us almost inexistent. My lips ghosted above hers, toying slightly with her. My thumb caressed her cheek, already getting used to the stone-like feeling. Finally, I eliminated any air between us and crashed my lips onto hers. I could taste a hint of the metallic flavor of blood on them, not hating how it felt. Nothing changed the naturally sweet taste of her lips, nor did it change the love that bubbled in my stomach as I held her close.

“What do we do now?” I rested my forehead on hers, catching my breath. “How is this gonna work?”

“I-I don’t know,” she sighed. “Can we just, just figure it out as we go?”

“One day at a time it is.”

Months went by and everything was nothing but perfection. Not much had changed between Rosalie and me. Other than the influx of information about vampires and their existence in our world. After a couple of conversations, it started to become normal. The supernatural did not phase me, I was in love with Rosalie regardless of what she was.

But at some point, something had shifted.

It had been a year since we had become friends and two more that we had been a couple. The arrival of the town’s sheriff’s daughter had shifted the very fabric we stood on. Once that Isabella girl and Edward got together, another human had known their secret. But somehow, other than knowing that the Cullens were vampires, the Swan girl was a beacon for trouble. It only took her a school year to wreak havoc between the family and almost bring an end to her life.

Rosalie had made sure I was far from all events that transpired with Bella, shielding me from the dangers she had thrown herself into. At the same time, she was drifting from me. Whenever we spent time together her head was somewhere else, mostly leaving Emmett to keep me company. I attributed the change at first to her discomfort toward the new addition, but soon enough I learned Bella was merely a detonator for whatever clouded her mind.

“Emmett, seriously. What’s wrong with Rose?” I groaned, pausing the game we were partaking in. “I know it’s been a rough year and all, but she’s been keeping something from me.”

“Look, (Y/N), I don’t think that’s something you should be asking me,” he sighed. He ran his hands over his face in frustration, and I could tell he knew what the situation was. “She’s upstairs right now.”

“I thought you said she was out with Alice.”

“She asked me to lie to you,” he whispered. “But just go talk to her.”

I excused myself and headed up the stairs. Inside the room, Rosalie was sitting on the bed she had bought two years ago for when I stayed over. Her back was turned to the door, staring mindlessly out the window.

“Please don’t ask, (Y/N),” she croaked out. “It’s not an easy conversation to have.”

“But it’s one we must.” I sat next to her and took her hand into mine, running soft circles on it with my thumb. “Do you not love me anymore?”

Her head cracked to the side, wide eyes staring into my teary ones. “Don’t ever think that, (Y/N). It is because I love you that this is hard for me to say out loud,” her voice quaked. “I can’t lose you.”

“What gave you the impression that I was going anywhere?”

“(Y/N), there are only two possible outcomes for us,” she started. “We continue as we are and eventually will have to break up because my family and I have to leave Forks. I will forever remain as I am, and you will grow old and find someone else to live your life with. You’ll grow old and forget me.”

“And the other?”

“I become selfish enough to condemn you to a life of immortality and nomadism.”

“You mean become a vampire alongside you.”  

“If you know what’s good for you, you’d choose the first option.” She let go of my hand and went to stand in front of the windows. I knew she was avoiding my gaze, asking me to break her heart for her. “It’s what’s easiest.”

“For whom, Rosalie? Because it doesn’t make anything easier for me,” I replied exasperated. “Say what you truly want to say.”

“I don’t want you to become a monster like…”

“Like whom?”

“Like me!” She turned, a sad look glossing over her eyes. I knew she couldn’t cry, part of the nature of her vampire status. “I don’t want you to become like me. As astonishing as immortality might sound, it is a curse, (Y/N). You hold in your hands something so precious – human life. I can’t have you renounce your ability to grow old, possibly have a real family and someone to live with you until death. I was forced into this life, and I can’t give you the possibility of making that choice willingly. As much as it will hurt now, it’s best if I let you go.”

“Have you ever thought of what outcome I want for my own life, Rose?” The blonde looked up once more, her gaze catching onto mine. “I can understand why you wouldn’t want all this for me. But have you stopped to think why I would want this life?”

“You don’t understand, (Y/N).”

“Why can’t I choose this for us, for me? Have you ever considered that the only outcome I’ve pondered over is one where I can live out the rest of my days with you, even if it’s as long as eternity?”

“Darling, you’d have to leave your family, your friends… you could never come back to Forks until everyone that has ever known you are dead,” she emphasized. “It is because I love you that I can’t allow you to become one of us.”

“Have you considered that my best friend and the woman I love are both vampires? I’ve lived my whole life trying to find my place in this town and I’ve never found one until your family came to town,” I insisted. Sooner or later, this was the conversation we needed to have – although, we had done a very good job of tiptoeing around it for a very long time. “I don’t really have friends in school that I’d miss, I already spend more time in this house than I do my own – not that my stepmother would notice. Nothing, and no one, is tying me to this town. My future is tied to you, it became so the first day I met you. I wouldn’t become a vampire because I idolize the life, or because I want immortality. I would do so because since you came into my life there is no way I could visualize a future without you in it.

I want to continue to walk this road with you. And if that means morphing into a blood-drinking immortal being, then so be it. It is not the vampire life that I want, it’s you. It’s always been you, and it will always be you. You are my future, the only one I am interested in pursuing.”

Rosalie was at a loss of words. She opened her mouth and closed it right back a few times. I think she was debating the veracity of my words. I could see the doubt behind her eyes, the uncertainty in the words she had heard. But I needed her to know how irrevocably sure I was.

“Rosalie, if you don’t believe me.” I dug into my pockets for a small velvet pouch that had been burning a hole into the pocket of my pants for a month. Inside an oval-cut diamond ring had lived since the passing of my parents. “If words are not enough to demonstrate what you mean to me, hopefully, my mother’s ring is a tangible representation of my commitment to you. My father gave this to me when I was merely twelve years old, and he told me one day I’d meet someone special enough that I would love as much as he loved my mother. At that time, I laughed it away in all teenage pessimism, but since the moment I met you, I knew that this ring had your name on it. You became the reason I lived and the motivation to keep living. Believe me when I say, eternity will not be enough time to spend with you.

So, Rosalie Lillian Hale, will you do me the absolute honor of becoming my wife for as long as we both shall live, in life and death?”

Rosalie’s smile would have cracked her face if she stretched it more. She grabbed my face placing a cold and passionate kiss on my lips. Then she said, “I would love nothing more than walk everlasting life alongside you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I know that this might not be the future you envisioned…”

“But it’s better than I could have imagined.”

Then she gifted me with the smile I would be looking at forever. I’d never understood art until her. People said art was meant to make you feel something and Rosalie made me feel everything.

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Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all. 

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?” 

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness. 

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying. 

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now. 

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes 

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…” 

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin. 

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?” 

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought… 

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first… 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.”