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Lando Norris x Law student!reader
A/N: ok amma just act like i didnât ghost this app for months and came out if nowhere but here we are ig. Also the Brazilian gp??? What the heck like wild race istgđ
It all started one night in Monaco, on a break from law school. You were on vacation with a friend, celebrating the rare freedom that came with a brief pause in your intense study schedule. A night at the casino was not usually your scene, but your friend had insisted.
After about an hour, sheâd struck up a flirtatious conversation with some guy whoâd been lingering by the bar. You waved her off, telling her youâd be fine, and took a seat on your own near a roulette table.
Thatâs when he walked up. Unassuming at first, with that messy hair and a slightly cocky smile that had âtroubleâ written all over it.
âMind if I join you?â he asked, a hint of an accent in his voice.
You shrugged, amused. âGo for it. But Iâm not particularly good at this.â
He chuckled. âNeither am I.â
You exchanged a few more jokes, but it didnât take long for him to introduce himself, giving you his number in a smooth, unhurried way.
âLando,â he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.
You stashed the number away without much thought. It was only the next day, when you mentioned the encounter to your little sister over FaceTime, that you realized who he actually was.
âSome guy named Lando gave me his number at the casino,â youâd said offhandedly. Her jaw dropped.
âWait, Lando who??.â
You blinked, stunned, and then laughed. âI donât know, apparently heâs famousâ
âso itâs lando fucking norris whatâ she said wide eyed
She rolled her eyes, muttering, âOnly my sister would be this oblivious to F1 drivers. Iâve been a die-hard fan since I was, like, ten, and you meet one without even knowing?â
From there, you let yourself get to know him, intrigued by how normal he seemed compared to the hype youâd suddenly realized surrounded him. When he asked you out, you thought, why not? You were used to focusing on your studies and keeping your personal life private, so it didnât seem like much would change. But with Lando, everything was different.
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Months later, youâd fallen into an unexpected but steady rhythm with Lando. Despite his career, he managed to keep things low-key. Neither of you posted much about each other. Hell, you barely posted anything at all. You were still a law student with a private life, and the last thing you wanted was for the whole world to know who you were dating.
One evening, you were lying on his couch, scrolling through your phone, when Lando turned to you with a sly grin.
âBabe, you know⊠youâre eventually gonna get caught, right? Someoneâs going to snap a picture of us, and then the catâs out of the bag,â he teased, nudging your leg with his.
You groaned, rolling your eyes. âOh, sure, because every random person with a camera is just dying to know who youâre dating.â
He snickered, leaning in closer. âMaybe. But you know, it could be kinda nice⊠to go out sometimes. Like, properly. We donât have to make a big deal of it.â
You hesitated, biting your lip. As much as you loved being with him, the idea of being recognizedâor worse, photographedâmade you cringe. Your accounts were private, your life simple, and you werenât sure how youâd feel about people seeing you with him.
But, at the same time, you knew it wasnât fair to keep him hidden away forever. So, you took a deep breath and gave him a small smile. âWhat if we make a deal?â
His eyebrows shot up in interest. âIâm listening.â
âYou can have me at the paddock,â you said, already dreading the idea. âBut my accounts stay private, no tags, no âgirlfriend revealsâ on Instagram. Iâll show up, Iâll be there for you but Iâm not trying to become some celebrity.â
He grinned, leaning in to kiss you softly. âDeal. Although I canât promise you wonât end up in a couple of team photos. You know how they love to catch every damn moment.â
You chuckled, trying not to think too hard about what you were signing up for.
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A couple of weeks later, you were lying in bed with Lando, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, when you felt a pang of guilt.
âI never actually told you about my sister,â you said suddenly.
âOh?â He looked over at you with interest.
âYeah, sheâs been obsessed with F1 since she was like, ten,â you explained, laughing softly. âSheâs begged me to take her to a race for years, but I was always too busy with school. Now sheâs a full-on Ferrari fan⊠and sheâs probably never going to forgive me for dating you.â
He grinned, intrigued. âA Ferrari fan, huh? Thatâs rough. Maybe I can convince her to switch sides.â
You snorted. âGood luck. Sheâs already sworn allegiance to Sebastian Vettel. In her words, McLarenâs colors are âan offense to her soul.ââ
Lando laughed, shaking his head. âWell, in that case, weâll have to win her over somehow. Why donât we bring her to a race? Iâll make sure she gets the best seats, full experience,
You raised an eyebrow, surprised. âSheâd lose her mind. Seriously. Are you sure? Because I can tell you right now, sheâd never root for McLaren.
âAbsolutely,â he said, squeezing your hand. âIf sheâs as big a fan as you say, she deserves a proper race weekend. Plus, I think itâs time we officially break her âFerrari-onlyâ heart.â
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On race day, you and Lando arrived at the paddock, and immediately, heads turned. Youâd chosen a classic, chic outfit and despite your initial nerves, you managed to keep your cool.
You spotted your sister down the row, and her jaw dropped as soon as she saw you. She approached, barely able to contain her excitement, though she shot a mock glare at Lando.
âSuch a shame I donât like McLaren,â she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
âYeah, yeah,â he replied with a grin. âYou just wait. One lap, and youâll be a fan.â
She rolled her eyes, but you could tell she was thrilled, practically bouncing on her heels as she looked around at the spectacle. She turned to you, eyes wide with disbelief. âYouâre really here⊠at a race. I donât know whether to thank you or disown you.â
You laughed, nudging her playfully. âIâm still not a fan, if that helps.â
She huffed, pretending to be offended. âI guess Iâll forgive you. But only if you bring me every single time from now on.â
The rest of the day passed in a blur of cameras, fans, and the hum of engines. You couldnât deny the rush of excitement that came with being part of the chaos, even if it meant being in the public eye. And when you saw your sisterâs face, completely lit up as she took in every second, it felt worth it.
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The relationship slowly became public, just as you and Lando had agreed. You kept your accounts locked down, but fans began to recognize you, and a few photos of you two at the paddock circulated on social media.
Your sister stayed true to her Ferrari fandom, texting you regularly to tease you about your âbetrayal.â But every now and then, youâd catch her slipping in a comment about McLaren usually something along the lines of, âOkay, that car looks pretty badass.â
One evening, Lando turned to you with a satisfied grin. âI think weâre doing alright, donât you think?â
You looked around the Monaco apartment youâd somehow started calling âhomeâ without even realizing it, at the life youâd built together. You leaned over, giving him a soft kiss. âYeah, I think so, too.â
In the end, you realized you didnât need to post, announce, or shout your relationship from the rooftops. Being there for each other was enough, even if it meant sharing some of the spotlight.
After all, Lando may have been the one the world wanted to see, but you were his, and that was more than enough.
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MS ⰠString you out ⧠CS
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Warningsâ ïž Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.
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Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!
Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.
Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.
You werenât prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.
"Câmon, donât be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, Iâm not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."
Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it wonât be like a frat party, but I guess thereâll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyoneâs gonna be thereâ" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.
"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I saidâ" she cut you off with a groan, "câmooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I wonât bug you again, like I promise I wonât ask you to come to frat parties with me."
You couldnât help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.
She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.
"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "itâs Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."
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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around â that youâve been wanting to wear for so long â seemed to match the vibe of the dress.
The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.
The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.
"Itâs always this loud, youâre just not used to it, câmon, letâs get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didnât even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.
A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.
"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you donât?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.
"Of course you donât, youâre always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "theyâre quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"
"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesnât have a cap is Matt, obviously, theyâre identical triplets, but I donât think Nickâs here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.
"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldnât hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldnât care less, câmon letâs just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldnât help but feel interested despite your words.
After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guysâthe one with the cap.
The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... youâre Chris, and heâs Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.
"Mhmâbingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.
Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, letâs go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, canât really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.
They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.
You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.
"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, weâre gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you donât feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.
You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, iâm good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.
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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.
Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.
"Fuck, youâre so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.
You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.
Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fuâck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.
"Someoneâs eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.
The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didnât know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.
They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentleâ almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.
They were big â huge even â it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.
They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "youâre so responsive ma, âs intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.
Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "whatâs up pretty? Canât handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.
Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forwardâtrying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.
"Oh fuâck, Chris too bigâ" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.
Chrisâ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.
Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think Iâve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.
A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "donât worry pretty, weâll make you feel good, âpromise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.
"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.
Your moans were quickly muffled by Chrisâ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.
Your moans vibrated around Chrisâ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.
The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spotâyour g-spot.
The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chrisâ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didnât stop nevertheless.
They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldnât even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.
Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Mattâs release trickling out of you and Chrisâ dripping down on your chin.
Mattâs hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape from your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhmâma, donât think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"
"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, weâve got lube, but itâs fine if youâre not up for it, prettyâ" you cut him off, "well, I donât mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.
"Donât worry, ma, weâll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.
Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shhâ âs alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.
Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckinâ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckinâ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.
They let you adjust to their sizesâthe fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.
You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didnât go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure youâve never felt before.
Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster â harder â thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldnât get consumed by the pleasure.
"Fuâck pretty, so fuckinâ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so goodâ swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuckâ you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.
You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside youâto which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.
Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldnât help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.
They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Mattâs hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "weâre not done with you ma, not by a long shot."
They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didnât protest or say no, instead pulled them closer â a silent plea for more. "Weâre gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.
Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.
The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasnât a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didnât help that they were brothers, identical brothers.
"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldnât hit the same girl." Your friendâs words echoed in your head. Guess it wasnât true after all, their bro code.
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Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.
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Is it casual now?/extra II
One shot; college students drew x reader
Summary: âBaby, no attachments.â yet, youâre at his childhood home, laughing with his parents, bonding with his siblings.Â
Genre: situation-ship, smut, fluff, angst,
Warnings: swearing, sex, light read, etc
â.Ë this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read
â.Ë official one shot, extra I
âĄâžâž "fucked you in the bathroom, when we went to dinner"
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âWhere you going?â
You ask, as Drew stands up. The warmth of his hands caressing your thighs is gone, now running through his hair. âBathroom,â he mumbles, barely meeting your eyes. He walks off, without another glance back at the table.Â
His sour mood is evident, by not only you, but all of your friends.Â
To be fair, he didnât even want to come tonight. He pleaded desperately for you to stay in with him, offering things to you that was ridiculous. Such as, doing your laundry for a month (he doesnât even do his own).Â
But you havenât hung out with all your friends in a long time, and you missed them. So, tonight was non-negotiable with Drew.Â
And he gave up with trying to reason with you, hence, why he decided to join you here, at the nice restaurant. He didnât even make an effort to engage nicely with them, chuckling under his breath at random times and answering questions with short answers. Whenever you were talking, he would purposely distract you by touching you under the table, making it awkward for you and your friends.Â
Drew knows your friends donât like him; thatâs why heâs sour. Thatâs also why he shows up to these hangouts, just to rub it in their faces.Â
âWhy did you invite him?â Lucy groans, after Drew was out of eye sight. Your five other friends of this group nod too, all letting out groans of frustration. âHello, earth to y/n, we. Donât. Like. Him.â
âHe insisted on joining,â you shrug, forcing a smile.Â
âUm, you couldâve insisted on him not joining,â Janet, another friend adds on.Â
Your friend group was filled with weird people with different opinions, but one thing theyâve collectively agreed on was: they hate Drew. âHateâ is a strong word, but that was the only way to describe their feelings towards Drew.Â
Theyâve expressed it a lot of times, so itâs become numb to you.Â
âAre you guys finally together though?â Gary asks, sitting beside you.Â
Oh. Every time they see you, they ask this question.Â
âOf course not,â Lucy answers for you, sending you a cocky grin. One you always disliked, because it made you feel small. âClassmates, huh?â
âA really bad label,â Stacy adds on. Yeah, as if you didnât already know.Â
Great. Now itâs just your whole friend group judging you for being with Drew. Again. The last thing you needed from them.
âI visited his parents,â you aggressively say, stabbing into your food. Hopefully that will convince them Drew is a better person that what they think, right?
Wrong. They all âtskâ in a disappointed manner, shaking their heads. âAndâŠstill classmates?â
âWell, he said I was his best friend,â you stuff the food in your mouth, âTo his family.â
âHe probably had to,â Josh speaks up this time, âand wow, is that the first time he called you his friend?âÂ
You donât miss the sarcasm in his voice, and you send him a glare. He raises his hands in defense, the table laughs.Â
You donât find the humor in this situation. Why were they so judgmental towards the relationship with Drew? Itâs not like heâs the biggest jackass ever. Youâve seen every side there is to Drew, they just donât know him like you do. âCan you guys cut it off?â You say, not trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.Â
âWeâre just joking,â Janet laughs, glancing around, âbesides, weâre worried for you.â
You chew and swallow the food in your mouth, sending her an unappreciative smile, ââworriedâ for me?â
âYes, heâs obviously not⊠well, in love with you,â Janet continues, âwe donât want you with someone who clearly doesnât care for you.â
âHe cares for me,â you defend, furrowing your eyebrows at them. You look around the table, seeing your friends glance down at their food, afraid to meet your eyes. âHe cares for me.â
âSure he does,â Stacy bitterly agrees with you. That tone pisses you off. âMaybe privately, he does, but what about in public? Starting off with the most basic, labels.â
You hate how right your friends are. As rude and mean theyâre being, deep down, you know theyâre right. The âno attachmentsâ thing is bullshit, especially when nothing about the two of you is casual.Â
Five, no close to six months, nothing about that is causal.Â
âThatâŠdoesnât matter,â you murmur. Wrong; it mattered a lot, to everyone and to you. You just hated to admit you werenât as chill or casual as Drew was, how he made everything romantic seem friendly with you.Â
When you look around, everyone is now staring at you pitifully.Â
You didnât like that. That pity stare. Thereâs nothing to be pity of. Bunch of people around the world right now might be having situation-ships too. Nothing to pity. Nothing to be ashamed of.Â
Yeah. Thatâs what you keep brainwashing yourself to believe.Â
âThe girl that he bangs on his couchâ. Yeah. Nothing to be ashamed of.Â
Your phone on the table lights up, and it reads bathroom. now.Â
Drew. âUm, excuse me,â you stand up, excusing yourself to the bathroom.Â
As you slowly get up and walk away, your friends werenât very careful with the volume of their voice. You hear one of them calling you a loser, still hanging around just for a good dick to suck.Â
That must be Janet. Her lonely ass must be jealous.Â
But part of you knew she wasnât wrong. You were a loser. The biggest loser to exist. The loser of losers, if that even is a thing.Â
Casual. Your friends succeeded once again, in making you doubt everything with Drew.Â
ââ
âReally boring, right?â
Drew pulls you in by the waist, a lazy smile on his lips as he stares down at you. He leans against the sink, making you stand between his legs.Â
This restaurant had two bathrooms, each with their own sink inside. So, Drew took full advantage of that.Â
âHmm,â you hum carelessly. You didnât want agree with him; you tried to make this evening nice, but his attitude towards your friends just werenât helping. You keep your gaze around the collar of his jacket, not wanting to meet his eyes.Â
âSomething wrong?â He asks, playfulness still hinted in his words. His hand rub circles around your waist, as he tries to make eye contact with you, bending his head down to your level.Â
You advert your gaze even more, now focusing on the bracelet around his wrist. Now that you think about it, he always has this on, since the day you got it for him.Â
Was that casual to do? To keep the bracelet on at all times.Â
âLook at me, would you?â Drewâs tone turns serious, and he pinches the side of your waist harshly.
You flinch, finally looking up at him. You meet his blue eyes, a mix of concern and something else that you canât read. His raised eyebrows tell you that he wants you to talk, to tell him whatâs on your mind.Â
Should you? But, where do you even start? With his attitude tonight, or with your friendâs comments? Or with this whole casual thing, which is basically the beginning to it all.
Your lips pout on its own, resting your hands around his wrist. âThat was uncalled for,â you murmur, looking down at his bracelet again.Â
âWhat was?â Drewâs pinch one your waist is more soft this time, wanting to get the words out of you.Â
âDoing that,â you say, playing with his chained bracelet. Shit. Youâre gonna say it. Youâre gonna call him out for his behavior. âBeing rude to my friends.â
A scoff escapes Drew. He then brings his hand up to your face, forcing you to look up at him. Like second nature, you lean your face into the palm of his hand, waiting for him to explain himself. âBabe, your friends were the rude ones.â
The feeling inside your stomach is indescribable. The nickname sends you butterflies, but the words that follow don't.Â
âHow?â You ask, crossing your arms. Â
He licks his lips, squinting his eyes at you. âIt was so fucking obvious.â
âWas it?âÂ
âYes- yes, it was,â Drew straightens his posture, taking his hands off you. The warmth of him is gone, now with the presence of a man trying to explain his reasonable case of being bratty. âThey asked loaded questions to me this whole night.â
You furrow your eyebrows, thinking hard to the stuff they asked Drew. Shit. They were. Your friends didnât even trying to hide their discontent with him tonight.Â
âThey hate me,â he adds on, âCâmon, I leave the table for like, a few minutes, and they talked shit, right?â
The way he looks at you; he challenges you to disagree with him. But you couldnât; he was right. Your friends hate him, making you constantly doubt whatever this was with Drew.Â
âWasnât all shit,â you lie, sending him the smallest smile ever.Â
Drew makes the âtskâ sound, shaking his head as he gives you a tired smile. âWhat they say then?â He asks, leaning back against the sink again.Â
His eyes look at you in anticipation, biting down on his lips.Â
You do not want to tell him what they said. It was rude, and although it was about Drew, it affected you more than it should have. The seeds of doubt are always planted by your friends, they never put you at ease with this relationship.Â
You give him a lazy smile, snaking your arms around his neck. You lean in close to him, a seductive look in your eyes. âDoes it matter? They talk shit, all they ever do.â
Drewâs lips slightly part, and he glances quickly down at your lips. Then he looks back at your eyes, and a smile appears, âI see what youâre doing. Youâre distracting me.â
You shrug lightly, before planting a small kiss on his jaw. âIs it working?â
You hear a chuckle escape from him, and his hand wraps around the back of your head. His eyes keep bouncing between your lips and eyes, smiling from ear-to-ear, âannoyingly so, you minx.â
Without another comment, Drew kisses you, soft and slow.Â
You return the kiss, escalating into a whole make-out session.Â
You hate how your body reacts to him; feeling a pool of wetness form between your legs. Fuck.Â
Something pokes against your lower stomach, and you pull away from Drew. You glance down; heâs erected. âShit,â you curse, as his hands slide down your body. He squeezes your ass, burying his face into your neck as he breathes the skin there.Â
âIâŠI canât go back to the table like this,â he murmurs, referring to his erection.Â
You watch as his back rises and falls, through the sink mirror. Even with this thick white jacket he has on, you can tell his breathing has sped up. Your lips form a straight line, running your hands through his short hair.Â
In the bathroom? Right in the middle of dinner? It was highly inappropriate.Â
Wrapping your hands around his face, you pull him up to meet his eyes. He looks at you pleadingly, lips parted with drool on the corner of his lips.Â
Fuck. How is one suppose to say no to that look? He looked as if he physically needed you; needed you to calm the⊠âgrowingâ in his pants.Â
âTen minutes,â you tell him, which immediately lights the spark in his eyes. He looks like a puppy! You smile at that thought, as he straightens himself, switching your positions.Â
âTen minutes? Enough for two rounds,â he teases, lifting you to sit on the sink.Â
âNo! One round,â you say, which gets cut off by Drew kissing you again. As much fun as two rounds sound, the longer you linger in here, the more obvious it is that the two of you are fucking.Â
He groans into your mouth, spreading your legs to stand between them. His hands move fast into your dress, slipping your underwear off. The cold surface of the sink hits your thighs and pussy, adding to the heat growing within you.Â
Drew trails his kisses down your neck, as your hands work on undoing his belt.Â
You moan when he sucks on the sweet-spot around your neck, the belt dropping onto the floor with a hard thud. âDrewâŠâ you moan out, messy hands tugging his hair as he continues to form hickeys around your neck.Â
You want to run your hands around his stomach, chest, abs. But the jacket he has on prevents that, being zipped up the whole way. This jacket looked great on him, but would look better on the floor.Â
Your hands fidget with the zipper, tugging with no luck of it moving.Â
Drew pulls away from your neck, a chuckle escaping, âbabe, gently.â
His hands overlaps yours, guiding you to pull the jacket zipper down. It reveals that he isnât wearing anything inside; a feast to your eyes. âIs that why you refused to take this off?â You ask, referring to before the dinner started.
âI was invited last minute,â he shrugs the jacket off, as if it wasnât his fault for the improvised outfit.Â
âRight, but you werenât invited,â you remind him, when he insisted on joining you when you were leaving, throwing on a random outfit nearby. You were busy putting your heels on, so you couldnât see the moment when he got dressed. You didnât even know he owned a jacket like this.Â
âMmhm,â his mind was elsewhere, attaching his lips to yours again. Sloppy and more lustful this time, as your hands wander around his body. Itâs hot under your touch; his abs flexing as you run your hands over them.Â
His hand grips onto your thigh, before moving closer to your heat.Â
When the warmth of his fingers hit your pussy, you moan loudly into his mouth.Â
âShit,â he chuckles, âweâre in public, babe.â
The tip of your ears heat up too, from the embarrassment and realization that youâre in public, most likely having people hear you from the other side of the door. âSorry,â you murmur, burying your face into his neck.Â
Drew sticks two fingers into your hole, and starts thrusting at a faster speed than usual. Your breathing becomes uneven, as you try to tone down your moans.Â
Drew wasnât having it easy either, as you hear low grunts escaping him. âFuck,â he curses, adding another digit, âyouâre tight tonight.â
âJust fuck me already,â you manage to say, hands gripping on his biceps. Surely, this was enough foreplay, right?Â
He chuckles again, this time at your impatience. He pulls his fingers out of you, his hands going to the back pocket of his jeans.Â
The familiar gold packaging comes out, and his hands skillfully rip them open.Â
ââŠcouldnât put on a shirt but bought a condom with you?â Laughter escapes you, as you watch him unzip his pants.Â
He glances up at you, and when he sees you smiling ear-to-ear, he canât help but match you, âwasnât gonna show up totally unprepared, right?â
You laugh again; what an unbelievable guy. âShirtâs optional but condom a must. Got it.â
Drew lets his pants and boxers hang around his knees, his cock standing proud. The sight immediately wipes the smile off your lips, gulping as you imagine it stuffed inside you.Â
âThe chances of fucking you wherever and whenever is high,â Drew says, wrapping the condom around his dick.Â
He looks up at you, seeing your gaze fixed on his hard cock. A smirk helps themselves to his lips, as his hands tug on your waist. An idea flashes in his mind as he looks over your shoulder, at the big sink mirror.Â
âGet off,â his voice brings you back, looking at him with confused eyes now. âCâmon, trust me.â
You let him bring you back onto the ground, before flipping you over. You see both your reflections in the mirror, your back hitting his chest, his dick poking your upper ass.Â
When you meet his eyes through the mirror, you understand where this was going.Â
âWatch yourself while I destroy your fucking pussy, hmm?â
Oh. Oh. Was it possible to be turned on by words?Â
Drew lifts up your dress, revealing your wet core. You hold onto the sink for support, grip getting tighter when you feel Drewâs tip against your entrance.Â
Then, he slips in, going deep until itâs completely nestled inside you.Â
âFuck,â you moan, glancing up at Drew. He sends you a smirk, enjoying this too. His hand goes to your stomach, and he lifts you backward, resting against his chest again.Â
âGrip my hair, and keep your eyes open, alright?â His voice drops low, one hand moving to knead your breasts.Â
You nod, bringing your hands behind you; one tugging gently around his hair, another around his arm thatâs supporting you.Â
He starts to thrust into you, rather roughly and fast. âShit,â you moan, the sensation sending you to outer space. With his thick cock slamming into you, his hands roaming your body, your hands running through his short hair, it feels euphoric.Â
Your eyes can barely stay open, as you look at the reflection in the mirror. Drew leaves a trail of sloppy kisses along your shoulder, which sends goosebumps to your skin.Â
You watch as one of his hand slips between your thighs, starting to massage your pussy. âFuck,â you moan, louder than you should be. You couldnât help it, the pleasure was extraordinary.Â
He kisses your earlobe, âiâknow baby, but keep it down, alright?â
âY-yeah,â it barely comes out, as the thrusts and massages to your core intensifies. The familiar knot in your stomach forms, informing you that youâre close. âDrewâŠâ
His pace doesnât stop, and when you lean your head back on his shoulder, he goes harder, âclose?â
You nod with any energy left, and Drew uses his free hand to lift your face up again. He kisses your cheek, âuse your words.â
You flutter your eyes open, looking at the two of you in the mirror. It was extremely hot, to see Drew filling you up, his hands all around you. The mirror starts to fog up a little, with all the grunting and pressure filling in here.Â
âIâm coming,â you force out, and meet Drewâs gaze in the mirror. His blue eyes meet yours, seething with lust.Â
You clench around him, your hand going around Drewâs, which is massaging your pussy. He stops massaging, and he intertwines your hands together. The stickiness doesnât bother you; why should it?
âFuck,â he groans, his thrusts to your g-spot growing sloppy.Â
You tilt your head sideways, and you give him a quick kiss, which sends you over the edge. Your orgasm explodes inside of you, cum dripping out and over Drewâs cock.Â
Body giving up, you lean completely against Drew, as he helps himself to his. His cock twitches, and you feel the familiar hot liquid filling up.Â
Both of you are breathing heavily, euphoria radiating off your bodies. Fuck. This might just be one of the best fucks youâve had with Drew. But in a public restroom? Who wouldâve thought.Â
âYouâre so hot,â he compliments, before planting a small kiss on the side of your face.Â
You giggle at that stupid comment, looking at him through the mirror; Heâs got a playful smile on his lips, looking at you with smitten eyes. âYouâre great with your words.â
He chuckles, his hands tapping against the side of your waist, signaling you to move. You use the energy left inside of you, helping him slip out. Leaning against the sink, you watch as Drew grabs tissues to wipe your core, then throwing his condom away.Â
After that, he grabs your underwear on the floor. You get yourself dressed, him doing the same thing.Â
âLook, onlyâŠonly seven minutes passed,â Drew comments with a sly smile on his lips, showing you his watch.Â
You roll your eyes, your lips betraying you by forming a smile. âCocky much?âÂ
He puts his jacket back on, the last piece of clothing. âWell, you've definitely enjoyed the taste of it.â
You hit his chest playfully, his remark sending butterflies to your stomach. He laughs, zipping his jacket only halfway. Your eyebrows furrow at his exposed chest that pierces through the top; and you reach for the zipper.Â
Drew stays in place, and you feel his gaze on the top of your head, his hot breath hitting you. You ignore the tension that pulls; when youâre done, you pat his chest, âall done, buddy.â
ââBuddyâ?â Thereâs a hint of amusement in his tone, eyes squinting down at you.Â
You send him a soft smile, seeing him glance down at your lips. âWhat?â
âCall me buddy one more time,â his hands wrap around your waist, and he leans closer to you, âand youâll get it.â
His dirty and challenging tone sends shivers down your spine, something you find yourself liking a bit too much. The pit of your stomach yells at you at how hypocritical Drew was being right now, but you ignore it.Â
And just because itâs fun, you lean into his ear, and whisper, âbest buddy ever.â
Tickles are sent to the side of your body, making you jump and melt into his arms. You laugh uncontrollably; Drew knew you were ticklish, using it to his full advantage.Â
âStop! Stop!â You yell between laughter, your legs ready to give up.Â
âDonât call me that then,â he stops tickling you, grip on you tight to make sure you donât fall. He kisses the tears of laughter from the corner of your eyes, âI donât like it.â
âNoted,â you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck. You glance down at his lips, and he does the same to yours.Â
Drew gives you the look; he wants to kiss you.Â
And you let him, closing your eyes and feeling his lips against yours.Â
Is it still casual if you kissed me like itâs the last time you ever will? You hate how this thought appears in your mind again, haunting you.Â
You pull away, the pressure of it getting overwhelming. âLetâs head back, yeah?â
âWe have to?â His eyes stay glued to your lips. âYou know, We couldâŠwe could just leave.â
You furrow your eyebrows at him, âno!â
âSay you got plans tomorrow morning,â he shrugs, âIâll say it for you, if you canât-â
You cross your arms, looking up at him. âWhy would I leave early?â
Drew parts his lips, and he brings his hand up to your elbow. He rubs the area there in soft circles, a playful look in his eyes, ââŠgrab some froyo?â
You drop your arms, looking at him disappointedly. When he saw that, he hurriedly adds, âand I got errands to run. Really.â
You contemplate in your mind about this; ditching this dinner to hang out privately with Drew? Yeah, that sounded like something fun. It must be better than staying awkwardly, having your friends judge Drew.Â
Casual. Casual, casual, casual. Some casual froyo with Drew, and maybe ending up with sex in his dorm room.Â
Yeah. Seemed like things people whose âcasualâ would do.Â
âFine. Youâre treating me though,â you unlock the door, walking out the bathroom.Â
âI always treat you,â you hear him murmur behind you, following closely behind as you two walk back to the table.Â
You interrupt the conversation theyâre having, grabbing your purse from your seat. They look at your questionably, before their gaze lands sourly on Drew behind you. âiâve got something, tomorrow morning, so weâre heading off,â you try sounding apologetic, âsorry to leave this early.â
âOh, um, okay,â Lucy glances between the two of you, âtext us when you get home.â
âYeah, sorry,â you apologize again, before your friends wave goodbye to you. You donât miss the hateful looks they leave on Drew, as they tell you to take care until the next time you guys meet.Â
After that, you and Drew leave the restaurant, letting the doorman do his job of getting a taxi.Â
A warmth around your hand catches you by surprise; Drew holds your hand, pulling you closer to him. You look down at the holding of hands; then back up at him. Heâs staring down at his phone, scrolling through his insta feed.Â
Holding hands. Something very casual to do, apparently.Â
âWhat are you watching?â You ask, leaning on his shoulder.Â
He laughs, showing you the screen. Itâs a video of a monkey pointing towards the glass, which has different play-doughs lined along it.Â
You donât get the humor in it, but you smile, because it makes Drew smile.Â
The two of you stand there, watching different posts on his phone until the taxi arrives.Â
Your mind finds it strange how âcasualâ you two are.Â
Because, in the bottom of your heart, you werenât so sure if this was casual anymore. Along the way, the lines of âno attachmentâ seemed to have blurred. Blurred to the point of no return.Â
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ÖŽ àŁȘđ€ a/n: goddamn, i would fall for this toxic relationship too T_T
sry for not posting lately, i got very busy lately! i promise you, flashing lights 6 & not a big deal pt4 is coming sooooon. but hope you enjoyed this extra, and also, thx for blowing up the halloween special, was NOT expecting that. thank you sm! your lovely comments inspire me to write these fics!
btw, watched obx s4, and the ending broke me T_T like tffff
#drew starkey#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey x reader#fiction#angst#drew starkey x you#fluff#smut#oneshot#situationships#light reading
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Hi! Do you take requests?
If so, I think a fic bases on this excerpt:
"she can't have her parents walking in again. poor cassandraâŠfinding your daughter with her whole face buried in between a girl's thighs is not the most ideal situation"
of your cailtyn story would be phenomenal đ
If you don't, feel free to ignore this! :)
Let's start by saying Caitlyn knows how to eat pussy and loves doing it :3 babe could have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and even dessert. she wouldn't call herself an expert per se, but she's quite proud of her talent.
sure, receiving it feels goodâbut what's better than knowing you're making a girl cum with just your mouth? to cait, absolutely nothing. the moans, the hair-pulling, the thighs clenching against her head ⥠ugh chef's kiss.
( she came untouched a few times from it but you did not hear it from me ok? )
it's usually one the first things she does when you successfully sneak into her room. like a reward for getting through massive place she calls home without anyone noticing.
your back against the bed and legs immediately spread to expose the sight she absolutely adores. god, she could just stare at it forever and it'd still have the same effect in between her own legs. new panties are needed.
she doesn't dive in face-first like an animal the second your clothes are off, even if she does feel like a starved woman. she starts by slowly kissing your thighs and caressing any bit of skin she can, hand sneaking up your abdomen and ribs to massage your breasts a littleâdon't mind it.
âShould I continue?â cocky because she already knows the answer is a breathy âyes, pleaseâ.
oh and she gets way more cocky once she finally starts working on you, soft and slow stripes and twirls with her tongue. nothing fancy yet; she wants to tease a little more.
the second your hips start bucking into her mouth though? girl, grab onto something because she takes the signs IMMEDIATELY.
legs propped up on her shoulder while her hands hold your hips down to keep control of them. the slurping sounds are almost pornographic with how sloppy she's being. no whine coming from you is gonna make her stop any time soon. she's enjoying it waaaay to much already.
if she's feeling nice she will add a finger or two while sucking àčàŁâ curling them just right inside you, not in-and-out like crazy. her tongueâs already lapping at you pretty fast so no need to overwhelm youâŠyet.
she wishes you would look down at her for a sec to see that pretty expression better, but she also understands it's her own fault that your head is thrown back against the bed, clenching around her fingers while pulling at her hair. what a curse to be so good at pleasing girls.
she knew speeding up her movements wasn't a smart thing to do so late at night as soon as the loud whine that escaped your lips reached her ears. obviously louder than the previous ones.
the heavy thump on the door when it opened proved her right.
âCaitlyn.â
of course it had to be her mother out of all people.
cassandra's eyebrows furrowed as she looked away with a small huff, trying to erase the sight from her mind by blinking and observing every detail on the window. she thought caitlyn was trying to sneak out and get involved with stuff she shouldn't like she had done in the past with serious cases or something, not this!
âIt is 3 am; please take your⊠friend out of here.â a dismissive wave of her hand showed that there wasn't much room for arguingânone really because she's already out the door with a low mumble to herself before her daughter could say anything. tomorrow's talk is gonna be awful, that's for sure.
âjust keep quiet some more, then you can go home, alright?â the blue haired girl softly whispered, leaning up and kissing the soft skin on your shoulder to reassure that you're not leaving until you get a few well deserved orgasms, her fingers already going back to rubbing small circles.
she's not gonna let a pretty girl leave her bedroom unsatisfied even if it means getting caught again.
#pupi writes á°#IT TOOK ME SO LONG#i'm embarrassed#anyway#if this is shit pls let me now y'all#caitlyn kiramman x reader#caitlyn x reader#caitlyn smut#caitlyn kiramman smut#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn arcane#arcane smut#arcane x reader#wlw smut#wlw nsft#sapphic writing#sapphic smut#how do i even write smut#I'M NEW AT THIS#why do i always post fics at 5 am#not good for my health
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âInternâ~ pt. 1 Max Verstappen x reader
Disclaimer: Reader doesnât have to be blonde! The images is just to show sheâs working for the team!
Warnings: degrading? Mean max.
Summary: The series follows Y/N, a fresh and slightly timid media intern for the Red Bull Racing team, who is thrown into the chaotic, high-stakes world of Formula 1. Her job quickly becomes challenging not only because of the high-pressure environment but because of Max Verstappen, the star driver with a talent for making her feel small and flustered. Maxâs arrogance and relentless teasing leave her feeling out of her depth, yet strangely captivated. Despite his condescending demeanor, thereâs an undeniable pull between them, a tension that seems to simmer just beneath the surface.
I sit quietly in the corner of the motorhome, tapping nervously on my phone as I check my messages. The whole atmosphere here is intimidating, even more so when Max Verstappen and Checo stroll in, laughing at some private joke. Their easy confidence is almost tangible, filling the room with a sense of belonging I can only hope to someday feel.
Maxâs eyes land on me for a split second, and I quickly look away, pretending to be engrossed in a message from my boss, Adam. I can feel my cheeks heat up just from that brief eye contact. Itâs silly, but heâs⊠well, heâs Max Verstappen. Thereâs something intimidating in the way he looks at people, like heâs sizing them up and finding them lacking. And, of course, Iâm not immune to his scrutiny.
The only time heâs spoken to me before, heâd made a throwaway comment that left me red-faced. He wasnât even trying to be meanâit just slipped out, something about me âlooking lost.â The memory of my blush and his faint smirk is still fresh, and I canât seem to shake it.
My phone buzzes with a message from Adam: Can you come to Meeting Room 3 ASAP?
With a deep breath, I make my way to the meeting room, hoping Adamâs request isnât something beyond my skill level. When I arrive, he looks a bit frazzled, glancing up from his stack of papers with an apologetic smile.
âY/N, I know youâre still new, and I havenât had the chance to train you properlyâŠâ he starts, running a hand through his hair. âBut weâre short-staffed this weekend, so I need you to help the media team cover for the missing people. Think youâre up for it?â
I swallow hard, my nerves tightening at the idea of being around Max and the rest of the drivers more than I already have been. But I donât want to let Adam down; heâs been nothing but encouraging since I started, always pushing me to do better, to learn more. Itâs why I like him so much as a boss.
âOf course, Adam,â I reply, nodding a little too enthusiastically. âWhat do you need me to do?â
He hands me a tablet and goes over the details. My main job will be to record the driversâ answers during interviews, ensuring we have accurate records. Iâll also assist Andrew with media release forms. Itâs straightforward, but the thought of messing up in front of Max makes my stomach churn.
Later in the day, Adam decides itâs time for a proper introduction. He drags me into the garage, where Max is leaning against one of the cars, arms folded as he talks with a mechanic. When he sees us approaching, he raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as if he already knows Iâm way out of my league.
âMax, this is Y/N,â Adam says cheerfully. âSheâs helping us out with the media coverage this weekend. Weâre a bit understaffed, so sheâll be shadowing you a lot.â
Max looks me up and down, his gaze almost clinical, as if heâs evaluating whether Iâll be a help or a hindrance. He smiles, but itâs the polite kindâthe one people give when theyâre forced to interact with someone they donât particularly care about.
âHi, Y/N,â he says, offering a brief nod. âSo, they havenât trained you yet, huh?â
My cheeks flush, and I look away, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Thereâs something so arrogant about him, the way he stands there, completely sure of himself. Why does he have to be like this? Heâs just a driver, after all. A very talented one, sure, but still just a person. But his energyâthe way he carries himselfâmakes it clear heâs used to people fawning over him.
âNot yet,â I reply, managing to keep my voice steady.
He just chuckles, clearly amused. âWell, Iâll break you in.â He says quietly enough for me to hear.
What? What did he just- I blink and smile at him.
A few hours later, weâre on our way to the media pen after qualifying. Iâm clutching the tablet tightly, going over my mental checklist to make sure I have everything. Just as we reach the interview area, I realize with a sickening jolt that Iâve left the team phone back in the motorhome.
I take a deep breath, feeling the embarrassment already creeping up my cheeks. âUm⊠Max?â I ask hesitantly, trying to keep my voice steady. âDo you mind waiting a minute?â
He looks at me, eyebrow raised, amusement flickering in his eyes. âYou forgot the phone, didnât you?â he says, not even bothering to hide his smirk. âLet me guessâyou didnât think youâd need it?â
I nod, my cheeks heating up further, and I try to apologize. âIâm sorry, it wonât take longââ
âOh, donât worry, intern,â he says, emphasizing the title like itâs an insult. âI know youâre new, but I figured youâd be a bit smarter than that. Or is this your way of making sure I remember your name?â
His tone is light, but the words sting. I try to laugh it off, but it comes out more like a nervous squeak. âItâs just⊠I thought I had everything.â
He leans closer, making me meet his gaze, his expression full of condescension. âDonât look so nervous. Iâm asking you a question,â he says slowly, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable I am.
âI⊠I know. I justââ
âDidnât think?â he cuts me off, chuckling to himself. âItâs fine. Go on, intern. Fetch the phone. Iâll wait here, seeing as youâre so eager to do a good job.â
I nod and practically sprint back to the motorhome, my mind racing. By the time I return with the phone, my cheeks are still burning, and I can tell from the look on his face that heâs pleased with himself.
During the interviews, I focus on recording Maxâs answers, refusing to make eye contact. I can feel him glancing at me every few moments, as if heâs waiting for me to make another mistake, something else he can latch onto. But I keep my head down, determined to finish this task without another hitch.
Later that day, Adam calls me aside, a slight frown on his face as he glances at a form in his hands. âY/N, I need Maxâs signature on this media release form. Looks like you forgot to get it earlier.â
I feel my heart sink. Another mistake. Another opportunity for Max to remind me just how out of place I am here. Swallowing my pride, I head to his driverâs room, my hands shaking slightly as I knock on the door.
âCome in,â he calls, sounding a bit exasperated.
I step inside, holding the form and pen. Heâs lounging on a chair, scrolling through his phone, barely sparing me a glance. âUm, Max⊠I just need you to sign this release form.â
He finally looks up, an infuriatingly smug smile on his face. âIntern, I thought we went over this,â he says, leaning back with a mock sigh. âDidnât I tell you earlier to get it all done at once?â
âI⊠Iâm sorry. I justââ
âForgot. Again,â he interrupts, looking like heâs thoroughly enjoying himself. âIs this going to be a habit with you? Or should I expect you to keep knocking on my door every five minutes?â
I can feel the embarrassment flooding my cheeks, but I hold out the paper and pen, refusing to let him see how much his words sting. âIt wonât happen again,â I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.
He takes the form from me, signing it with a flourish, but not before giving me one last smirk. âLetâs hope not. I donât have time to babysit, intern.â he says, clearly enjoying himself.
He doesnât hand the form back to me. Instead, he holds onto it, his fingers curling around the edges, teasing me as I reach out, waiting for him to relinquish it. But he makes no move to do so. His smirk only widens, and I feel a sinking sensation in my stomach.
âMaybe,â he begins, his tone dripping with mock thoughtfulness, âmaybe I shouldnât give it back to you. Maybe you should learn from your mistakes.â He pauses, watching as I grow visibly more uncomfortable under his scrutiny. And then, with a single, swift movement, he crumples the paper in his fist.
My mouth falls open in shock, and he raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased with himself.
âDo you need a babysitter, Y/N?â he taunts, his voice soft but laced with condescension. âIs that what youâre asking for? Because thatâs what it looks like to me. Someone to hold your hand, make sure you donât make any more silly mistakes.â
His words sting, each one hitting me like a small slap to my pride. I can feel frustration bubbling up inside me, the urge to snap back at him nearly overwhelming. But I bite my tongue, swallowing the retort building in my throat. I canât risk my job, no matter how badly I want to put him in his place.
Instead, I take a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. âNo⊠Iâm sorry,â I mumble, trying to keep any hint of annoyance out of my voice. It takes everything I have not to glare at him, but I keep my expression as neutral as possible.
Maxâs smirk only grows at my response. He seems to revel in my discomfort, enjoying every second of this little power play. He lets the crumpled paper fall from his hand, watching it drift to the floor near his feet. âIf youâre so sorry,â he says, gesturing to the paper on the ground, âthen pick it up and make it work. Iâm sure a little crease wonât stop an intern like you, right?â
I hesitate for a moment, the indignation flaring up again, but I bite it back. Heâs baiting me, waiting for me to snap so he has another reason to belittle me. So, without another word, I crouch down, reaching for the paper that lies just near his feet. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, that smug satisfaction radiating off him as I pick up the wrinkled form and straighten back up, clutching it tightly.
I want to say something, to tell him off, to make him realize how unbearable heâs being. But all I do is nod, the words caught in my throat as I straighten the paper as best I can. Max watches me, one eyebrow raised in clear amusement, a smirk playing on his lips.
âSay thank you,â he commands, his tone soft but dripping with authority.
I clench my jaw, every fiber of my being resisting the urge to roll my eyes. But I know better. I swallow my pride, forcing myself to look up at him, though the words feel heavy on my tongue. âThank you,â I say, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.
He tilts his head, that smirk growing, clearly pleased by my forced gratitude. âSee you tomorrow, intern,â he says, his tone dismissive, as if Iâm nothing more than a minor inconvenience in his day.
Without another word, I turn and leave, clutching the wrinkled paper in my hand, his mocking gaze burning into my back as I step out of the room.
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My dearest toxic, I would simply do anything for a NW blurb. On top of the election I'm having one of the worst weeks I've had in awhile tbh. I saw you were doing blurbs/requests and figured I would throw my hat into the ring đ as always, you're the best and deserve all the love and accolades đ€
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JOEL x READER | 1k | NIGHT WALKS AU
NOTES: Iâm so sorry for your week, bestie. Ty for your kind words. I hope he can help some of y'all a little bit. Love you đ€ Y'all don't have to know Night Walks, but if you care about the timeline: After Menace, before Late Night Dip.
WARNINGS: 18+ blog. Unspecified source of angst, crying, comfort, soft but it also gets a little horny.
When you got home, your throat was sore from trying not to cry. You put on your PJs, went outside, and unscrewed the floodlight to be in the dark. Seated on a cheap plastic chair, you looked at the joint and lighter in your hand and didnât even have the energy. You set them down, bent forward, and buried your face in your hands. Warm tears coated your fingers. Your throat untied itself, your chest opened up, and, physically at least, you felt some relief.
Then a light turned on in an upstairs window. Worried that you were louder than you realized, you got up to take a walk so you wouldnât have to talk about it.
The thing was, you didnât really have the energy to walk either. You shuffled along, until you got to the pool. It was as good a place as any to stop. The frogs and crickets made it a comfortable silence. You stood outside the fence with your forearms resting on top of it, doubled over.
By the time a twig snapped behind you, you must have been ugly crying.
Your skin prickled until his smooth, deep voice sliced through the tension. âWanna talk about it?â
When you didnât answer, you heard and felt him come closer. Joel was like a furnace, and the heat reached you without contact. When you didnât answer him, he joined you against the fence, both of you looking toward the pool. His hand was resting a few inches away from your elbow.
âHmm?â He prodded.
You shook your head, sniffled, and dabbed your eyes. âYou wouldnât get it,â you told him.
âMaybe not,â he conceded. âBut I still got ears.â
âIâm okay,â you lied.
He answered, âDonât have to be,â then laid his big, warm hand on your back and it brought a crescendo of emotion. Grief, gratefulness for him, and guilt for selling him short. He was more than a sleaze, he just didnât tend to show it.
He rubbed your back as you took ragged breaths and tried to stop, then he got closer.
âItâs not justâitâs everything,â you sniffled. âItâs a lot.â
He kept rubbing slow circles on your back for a minute. Then, with a lighter tone, he offered,
âWho do I gotta fight?â
âYou donât seem like the fighting type,â you replied, then finally looked at him.
âI can be,â he cocked an eyebrow, and faced you with one hand still on your back. Your eyes settled on his strong pecs and biceps stretching his tee. And yeah, he couldâve been a fighter for all you knew. He could for sure fuck someone up. The small tattoos you saw in the shower crossed your mind. Then your thoughts drifted to the rest of him.
âIâll be anything ya want, pumpkin,â he murmured as he got behind you and moved his hand to your hip. He thumbed the waistband of your bottoms and chuckled. You were dressed alike.
He nosed your hair and inhaled deeply as he wrapped his arms around you. You kept your arms resting on the pool fence, but your body relaxed into his embrace. He held you, with his feet bracketing yours. For the first time all week, you felt safe on some level. And not so alone.
It was the first time heâd hugged you like this. Holding you without a hard-on poking you, andâyeah, nopeâthere it was.
Not raging, but it twitched and made itself known.
He dipped his head and murmured into your neck, âLetâs go have a beer, watch a movie or somethinâ," and his hips pushed forward, making you throb. But at the same time, you tensed at an assumption that he had expectations all along.
âYeah, I know,â he acknowledged, without backing away. âToo damn hot, pumpkin. I just wanna hold ya, now I got two things in the way.â
âTwo things?â
âThat fine ass and this cock.â
You had been enjoying the softer side of him, but the harder side sure did make you tingle.
âI just wanna rest,â you answered.
âWe'll just rest, then,â he replied. âWe can just sleep if ya want. Canât promise I'll behave in the *morninâ*, butâŠâ
âFeels good out here,â you said.
âAlright pumpkin,â he agreed. âWeâll stay here a while.â Then he asked with light-hearted skepticism, âFeel good against this fence?â
His arms relaxed around you, then fell away.
You felt cold as he stepped aside, but he took your hand and gently pulled you to the pool gate. He reached his free hand over and unlocked it. The metal creaked as he pushed it open.
âCâmon,â he led you in, all the way to the edge of the pool. He dropped your hand to roll up his pj pants, then while he was down there, he rolled yours up, too. You both slipped of your sandals. âSometimes I just look at the waterâŠ.all lit up. Speakinâ of,â he reached in his pocket and showed you a joint.
âNot now,â you answered, and he tucked it behind his ear as he sat down on the edge.
You sat down an inch or two away from him, and he scooted over to close the gap. He placed his hand on the back of your head and you leaned into him. He put his arm around you. âYa know pumpkin⊠itâs gonna be okay.â Your throat tightened again. He continued, âThereâs been times I thought it wouldnât. But it always got better.â
You both watched the light patterns dance in the water, and he added, âMightâa taken time, but it did.â
âI dunno,â you sniffled.
He rubbed your arm and said, âWell, youâre not alone, anyway.â
And you couldn't help but laugh, âyeah I've noticed.â
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CUTIE CUTIE. Eunchae x reader
Synopsisâ your girlfriend got carried away babying you, she didnât notice the door swinging open
Warnings .á requested, kissing, lil bit rushed (so sorry), they get caught, secret relationship au, idol x idol!reader, 06â liner reader,happy eunchae day! Will try to post some of my many planned fics today but no promises, female reader, FLUFF
ê© â â”Word count 886
The dorm was filled with nothing but the comforting silence. The other members were out doing one thing or the other for their leisure time. But you and eunchae decided it was best to stay alone at the dorm as the busy schedule through out the whole week had affected the rate at which you spent Time with each other (off cameras)
You laid comfortably on her laps humming in satisfaction as you scrolled through your phone. While her hands tangled in between the strands of your hair.
Being in a secret relationship especially of the same group had itâs peeks. The both of you hardly having any time for each other except when at the dorms. And always trying to act romantic in a platonic way in front of the members so as not to seem suspicious.
There weâre limits you and eunchae reached once you saw one of the older members giving you a raised eyebrow.
Today was one of the free lucky days the both of you had some time alone together. It usually got interrupted by one member or the other following the sequence oldest -> youngest.
The most recent person was kazuha so eunchae was guessing maybe it was sakura next.
âDo you think itâs kkura-Unnie thatâs going to interrupt us this time?â Eunchae asked her hands beneath her chin.
You let out a chuckle at her prediction. âMmm maybe, who knows. Maybe it will actually be all the membersâ you sighed, your cheeks slightly puffed with air.
âAwww youâre so cute, cutie cutieâ eunchae cooed, her hands finding itâs way to reach your cheeks, lightly squishing it.
âHey?!â You yelled pouting, immediately taking your head off her laps. You glared at her while your arms were folded across your chest, a light pout forming on your lips.
âRahhh!!! Cuteness overloadâ eunchae squealed dramatically clutching onto her chest, her hands coming up to tickle your sides.
You let out small giggles, tears forming in your eyes from the non stop laughter. âChae stop!â You said in between laughs.
âNo way!â
Eunchae took a brief moment to admire your cuteness. She watched as a big smile was apparent on your mouth, your eyes forming into a crescent shaped to show how genuine the laughter was.
Slowly she unconsciously leaned in closer, her face was so close you could practically feel her breath tickling against yours. The more she leaned the closer your lips got.
It was about to meet finally untilâ
âWHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!!â Chaewon yelled causing eunchae to immediately back off. The both of you turning to face the other members with widened eyes. Their expressions mirroring yours.
âUnniesâŠ.? Since when have you been standing there?â Eunchae nervously chuckled, scratching the back of her neck.
âLong enough to see you almost kissing y/nâ sakura responded, looking at eunchae with unreadable expressions.
âSince when has this been going on?â Chaewon asked sternly, only raising one eyebrow.
âUmmm for about six monthsâ you gulped, swallowing a huge lump down your throat. You couldnât even bring yourself to look Any of them in the eye.
Your hands fumbled it way into interlocking with eunchaeâs. She took your hand in hers looking over at you with a smile that said. âWe got thisâ.
âOMG THEY LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER!!!â Yunjin squealed taking note of the hand holding.
âYunjin shut up.â Chaewon face palmed pulling yunjin back. âIâm honestly still speechless. But I want to hear the rest opinions on this. I personally donât know if itâll be better if you guys broke upâ chaewon shrugged, eunchae looking at her with scared and sad faces.
âNo no Unnie pleaseâŠ.anything but thatâ you pleaded tears almost forming in your eyes.
âButââ
âTheyâre right chae, them breaking up wonât be the best idea. You know y/n and eunchae share a really close bond and that might affect their interactions in the group if they break up. I donât think itâs much of a big deal and actually support them, as long as theyâre both happy and they keep the relationship a secretâ sakura stated, her wise words sinking into Chaewonâs head.
âYou got a point there Unnie, what about you yunjin?â Chaewon asked turning to yunjin.
âMe? I honestly think theyâre so so so cute together, like come on two babies in a relationship??? Rahhhh theyâre even holding hands!â Yunjin burst into excitement, dramatically plopping herself right on the chair.
âZuha?â
âHuh? I donât know. I donât have a problem with it. Plus Yunjin Unnie is right, they look so cute togetherâ kazuha sighed dreamily.
âMmm. Since most of you allââ
âExcept youâ
Chaewon glared at eunchae. âYes except me, are fine by it. Then itâs final the couple staysâ
Eunchae looked up at chaewon with sparkles in her eyes. âOmg thank you so much Unnies!!!â She jumped up and down excitedly. âSo can I kiss y/n now?â
âNO!â
âGet a roomâ
âDEFINITELY!!!!!â
âI donât know, Iâm going to my roomâ
Eunchae didnât mind the others comment and instead leaned closer to capture your lips.
Chaewon yelling in the background, sakura unbothered by it, yunjin squealing like a tire wheel, kazuha already off to bed.
âYouâre the greatest thing that can happen to meâ eunchae said, cupping your cheeks.
âHONG EUNCHAE I SAID NO!!â
#lesserafim#lesserafim x reader#lesserafim x you#lesserafim fluff#lesserafim eunchae#eunchae x reader#eunchae fluff#fluff
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â ËïœĄâ Scared â ËïœĄâ
prompt: "I'm in love with you, and that scares me."âTuna-Tober âč Day 8
pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
wordcount: 692
warnings: slight language, mentions of past injuries, angst with a happy ending
Ë áĄŁđ© âč đŻđąđ·đȘđšđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ Ë áĄŁđ© âč đ”đ¶đŻđą-đ”đ°đŁđŠđł đ±đłđ°đźđ±đ”đŽ Ë áĄŁđ© âč
I canât stop thinking about him.
Him and his bright green eyes. His freckle-dusted cheeks. The leather jacket he always wears. Itâs probably so warm. Heâs so kind to those he saves. He may not show it often, keeping his emotions behind a well guarded wall, but I see it every time.Â
Dean Winchester is a beaten and bruised man with the heart of a hero. I understand why he canât let anyone in. I understand the past burdens placed on his shoulders and the horrors heâs had to witness. But why does he have to be so mean?
âItâs like every time I turn my back youâre there needing saving.â Dean lifts the glass of whiskey in his hands to his plush lips and takes a sip. âJust for one night, thatâs all I asked. But you canât stay out of danger.â
âDean, itâs not like I wanted to be attacked.â I huff, crossing my arms, leaning my back against the Roadhouse bar next to him.Â
âWell, it sure seems like it sometimes,â he says, taking another swig.Â
I scoff, rolling my eyes. âWhat are you trying to say, Dean?â
âIâm saying Iâm tired of always saving your ass when I should be busy ganking the monsters.â
I huff again, pushing myself away from the bar. âAm I that useless to you?â
He sighs, looking down at the glass now resting on the bar and closes his eyes. âIâm just saying youâre getting reckless, Y/N. Iâm not always gonna be there to save you when things go sideways.â
âBut you donât want me around.â I face Dean, anger and frustration slowly rising in me. âIâm just another burden to you right?â
Dean lifts his head, looking to the ceiling, before facing me, slight frustration coating his expression. âStop putting words in my mouth, Y/N. Thatâs not what I meant and you know it.â
âBut that is what you meant,â I say, voice raising slightly in anger. âI get it, Dean, really. Youâre tired of saving me. Youâre tired of babysitting the child you see me as. If Iâm such a burden, maybe I should just leave then.â
I start walking towards the doors of the Roadhouse, but a hand at my wrist stops me in my tracks. Dean spins me back to face him, eyebrows scrunched together and frustration shining in his eyes. âDamn it, Y/N! Just let me talk!â
Thank whoever is listening that itâs empty right now. âNo, Dean, I think youâve said all youâve been wanting to say.â
He lets go of my wrist and runs a hand through his hair, messing it up further than it was. âI⊠Iâm in love with you!â I freeze, his words running through my head as I process them. âAnd that scares me, okay? I-I donât want to be the reason you die or see you die. I canât handle that.â
The frustration slowly leaves my body as it relaxes seeing the man Iâve been crushing on in such a vulnerable state.
âDean,â I whisper, closing the space between us. I rest a hand on his shoulder, making him look at me. âI love you, too.â
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him as I wrap mine over his shoulders. He buries his head in my shoulder and just holds me like that. I squeeze him just as hard in return, enjoying the comfort he brings. After a while, he pulls back slightly and cups my face in one of his rough hands. I stare wide eyed into his emerald ones shining in gratitude and love. Tired of waiting any longer, I pull him down and press my lips to his softly. Dean sighs into the kiss, lips moving against my own as he deepens it slightly.
Someone behind me clears their throat, causing us to separate in surprise. We both turn our heads towards the door to see Sam standing there. âDid I miss something?â
I laugh as Dean chuckles into my shoulder, placing a kiss there. Dean pulls away smiling as he looks me in the eyes again.Â
âJust walk away, Sammy.â
#tuna tober 2024#tuna tober prompt challenge 2024#thecoffeeshop#supernatural#supernatural imagine#supernatural x reader#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester imagine#dean winchester
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Lookism with mute, younger brother
Anon request | ft. Goo, Gun, Jake, Eugene, and Yuseon
You run up to Jonggoo, kicking the back of his knees. The blonde grunts, turning to look at you with a bored expression.
Look what I got, you sign.
Gooâs eyebrow quirks up to see what youâve got this time. You quickly rummage through your bag and shove a figurine in his face. Your brother backs away for a second until he recognises it. Slowly, Goo takes it in his hands, and examines the object. Left, right, up, down.
Holy crap, is this the original?
A devilish grin forms on Jonggooâs face before he grabs you and hugs you tightly. You squirm, trying to get out of his grip, but to no avail.
âThis is the limited edition-â you kick his balls, and your brother falls to the floor. As he clutches his man pearls with one hand, Goo cradles the figurine with the other and looks up at you.
âWhereâd you find this?â he says, caressing the object like a pervert.
In the next door dumpster. Thereâs other dolls there too, you respond.
Rapidly, the blonde scrambles to his feet with newfound energy.
âWHY DIDNâT YOU TELL ME SOONER?! LETâS GO RIGHT NOW,â he screeches, running to the front door to put on his shoes.
You blink at your brother, and cock your head to one side.
You want to⊠look through the trash with me?
Goo waves his hand dismissively, and the two of you walk out to your neighbourâs trash can.
Your clothes are going to get ruined-
Before you can finish, Goo Kim is already diving head first into the waste bin, scavenging like a vulture. No. A hyena is a more fitting description- because Jonggoo is cackling like a madman.
Itâs in the recycling bin though..
But your brotherâs too occupied. So you sit down on the pavement and idly play with some rocks on the sidewalk as people pass by, calling Goo a homeless drunk.
Gun places the freshly prepared sushi on the table before turning to you.
âWhat do you have there?â
You eagerly offer him a few broken pieces of something, awaiting your brotherâs reaction. Jonggun examines it curiously, studying it for a moment as he holds it up, inspecting it as if it were an artefact. Metal?
âWhereâd you get this?â he asks, before promptly shoving a piece of sushi into your mouth. You absentmindedly place a few strands of blonde hair on the table. The hair seems all too familiarâalarmingly familiar. You pull a Polaroid from your pocket. In the photo, Goo stands outside his apartment, mouth agape, locked out. Jonggun stifles a snort, almost hearing the screech that must have accompanied the moment. He looks utterly ridiculous.
âIs this his sword?â
As Gun pieces everything together, your excitement is palpable.
Do you like it? you sign, still chewing contentedly.
Gun grins, ruffling your hair, and shoves two more pieces of sushi into your mouth.
âGo put it in your treasure box,â he says.
You jump up quickly, eagerly gathering Gooâs hair and the broken pieces of the handle, ready to safekeep them. But before you can make your way to your room, Gun grabs you by the back of your collar, tutting in mock disapproval.
âFinish the food first.â
You pout dramatically, but your brother simply stands up to go wash the dishes. He pauses for a moment, then turns back to you.
âHowâd you manage to get into his apartment..?â
As far as anyone knows, Jake is the biggest softie for those he holds dear. And if he did secretly have favourites, youâd place first. The man absolutely loves how spontaneous you are, loves the way you get all excited to show him the new things youâve found. Be it skipping stones, phallus-like sticks, leaves, or snacks that Sinuâs dropped, Jake has a whole inventory in his bedroom. One where he guards the items you give him like some forbidden treasure by utilising a lock. No one is permitted to take it, and only he has the key to said lock.
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When Jake returns home, you jump up from the sofa to run up to him. Upon seeing you, he gives a crooked smile while taking off his loafers. Heâs been coming home a lot later than usual, and the weariness is evident in his features. Thereâs not much you can do about his errands, but he brightens up enough when you give him the little treasures you find.
I went to the beach for a field trip today, and got you seashells. Do you like them? You eagerly look up at your brother, and his smile widens slightly.
The glimmer in his eyes returns, and Jake feels rejuvenated. Feels like his energyâs been replenished.
âI love them,â he says, squeezing your shoulders and embracing you.
Eugeneâs head is in a spiral, and he wants nothing more than to be alone. So many things have gone wrong within the past few months, and more than ever before, Charles Choi is posing a tremendous threat.
Where on Earth could that red paper be?
As Eugene continues to lose himself in his concerns, the door to his office creaks open, and two heads appear. You and Yuseong stand in the doorway, awaiting his permission to enter and play. Eugene glances up at the two of you, letting out a small, amused breath before gesturing for you to come in. Without hesitation, you and Yuseong eagerly enter, quickly retrieving a large container of Legos placed near the bookshelf. While Yuseong busies himself with constructing a city, you suddenly recall something important. Scrambling to your feet, you rush over to Eugene and tug at his arm.
âWhatâs the matter? Got something new to show me?â
You nod enthusiastically before pulling out a red sheet of paper from your satchel. Itâs a little scrunched up, but you hand it to your brother anyway. The chairman hesitates, but slowly unfurls it. When he does so, his breath hitches, and a quivering smile forms on his lips.
The red paper.
âWhereâd you find this?â
Inside DGâs car. Can I get more paper like this? I like red paper, you respond, bouncing on the balls of your feet.
Heart beating rapidly, Eugene nods and gives your head a pat.
âOf course, of course,â he says. âGo and play with Yuseong. Letâs do something fun tomorrow.â
Your face beams at this, and you scurry off to play lego.
- I canât be the only one finding this panel of Eugene so funny
#lookism#lookism x reader#x reader#goo kim#gun park x reader#goo kim x reader#gun park#eugene x reader#lookism manhwa#jake kim#jake kim x reader
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Deer tracks- Radioapple- Fluff, Hurt/comfort- Centaur/Cervitaur Alastor, Human Lucifer
Lucifer liked walking through the forest. When he needed to clear his head. He hummed a song to himself as he walked. He loved the smell and sounds of the forest. He loved the sights too. The trees, moss, mushrooms, birds, squirrels, blood.Â
Wait. Blood?Â
Lucifer halted. He noticed some drops of blood on the grass, deer tracks right next to it. âOh no⊠I hope the poor thing didn't suffer too much!â Lucifer said. He decided to follow the deer tracks.
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It took a while, but Lucifer found the source of the blood and tracks. He pushed through the bushes and branches. âAck- stupid thorns- Ow!â He shook his hand after pricking it on a thorn.Â
Rustle.
Lucifer looked up. He saw something hiding in the bushes across the clearing.Â
Tall ears, antlers, eyes that appeared to glow staring at him.
Lucifer gasped. He crouched down slowly. âHey,â he said softly.Â
The creature's ear flicked.Â
âI won't hurt ya,â Lucifer said quietly. He opened up his messenger bag and found an apple. He always had snacks on him when he went out. He held the apple out. âHere,âÂ
The creature's ears twitched. Its eyes followed Lucifer's hand with the apple.Â
Lucifer placed the apple on the floor and pushed it.Â
The apple rolled across the clearing and over to the bushes the creature was hiding behind.Â
Lucifer watched as a hand reached out and took the apple. He raised an eyebrow. âWhat the..?â He thought this was an animal. A deer specifically. But deer don't have hands.Â
The creature held up the apple and examined it. It sniffed it. Then took a bite. It then threw the apple at Lucifer, hitting him in the head.Â
âAH!â Lucifer winced as the apple smacked his head. âHey! I was trying to give you food!â Lucifer huffed. âRude,â he kicked the bitten apple away.Â
The deer creature made a sound resembling laughter.Â
Lucifer smirked. âYou find that funny, huh?â He scoffed. He stood up and slowly walked a little closer, wanting to see this thing better.
The creature stiffened and seemed to back away.Â
âHey, calm down. I won't hurt you,â Lucifer said, showing his hands. âSee? No weapons,âÂ
The creature's ears lowered, still wary. It stood up, making itself much larger.Â
âWhoa,â Lucifer wasn't expecting that. He could see the silhouette of the deer creature now. What the hell? It looked like a human body⊠on a deer body..? âThe hell?âÂ
The thing backed up more as Lucifer got closer. It stomped one of its hooves, a warning to stay away.Â
Lucifer stopped moving. âHey, I don't want to hurt you. You're the deer that's bleeding, right?â He asked. âI followed your tracks. I wanted to see if you were okay,â he explained slowly and calmly. âI don't know if you can even understand what I'm saying or if you know English,â he sighed. âBut I want to help,âÂ
The creature hesitated. It made a small grunt and then lay down on the grass.Â
Lucifer blinked, surprised. âCan⊠Can I see you?âÂ
The deer creature nodded slowly.Â
Lucifer slowly walked over. He pushed through the bushes. Once he was through, he could fully see the animal and gasped. âHolyâŠâÂ
This⊠thing⊠wasn't an animal. At least⊠not fully. Its upper half was humanoid. The rest was a deer body. Red fur covered most of the deer body, the legs being black with red hooves and a bit of white on the belly. The human(?) Body was clothed for the most part, wearing a pale red shirt and a maroon capelet of sorts. The arms had a dark gray, almost black, gradient on them. Red fingers made it look as though it was wearing gloves. Lucifer couldn't fully see the face, as it was wearing the capelet's hood, which pushed the fluffy red hair down and covered top of the face.Â
âWhat⊠are you..?â Lucifer asked.Â
It didn't respond. It just looked up at Lucifer.Â
Lucifer noticed an arrow sticking out of the creature's hind leg. âOh! That looks painful,â he said. He got down on his knees. He crawled a bit closer.Â
The deer creature tried to move away, but it was a bit difficult with how its body was built.Â
âShhh, calm down,â Lucifer said softly. He took hold of the arrow with both his hands. âI'm going to pull it out. It's going to hurt, okay?âÂ
The creature lowered its ears again.
â3⊠2⊠1!â Lucifer yanked the arrow out.
The deer bellowed and stood up quickly, the sudden pain scaring it.Â
Lucifer yelped and pushed himself out of the way. He didn't want to get trampled by a. Half human half deer thing.Â
The deer-like being settled down after a moment, realizing the arrow was no longer there and Lucifer had actually helped it. It moved its injured leg a little, still feeling a bit of pain.Â
âIt'll take a bit to heal⊠I suggest resting for a while,â Lucifer said. He looked at the arrow he had pulled out. âWhoa! It's a miracle you survived this thing!â He said. He tapped the sharp end with his finger. âThese are from my kingdom. They're coated with a special type of steel that's strong enough to kill dragons!â He said. âThey're very accurate and it's rare to miss large, moving targets with them. It's amazing you survived!âÂ
The deer's ears twitched as it listened. He limped over to Lucifer and took the arrow from him, examining it.Â
Lucifer stood up. He looked over the creature's form again, in awe. âCan you talk?â He asked.Â
It looked at Lucifer. It shook its head.Â
âBut you can understand English?âÂ
It nodded.Â
âWell,â Lucifer smiled. He held out his hand. âI'm Lucifer. Pleasure to be meeting you⊠Um⊠Deer⊠thing..?â He he laughed nervously.Â
The deer looked at Lucifer's hand and tilted its head.Â
âOh, uhâŠâ Lucifer hesitantly took the being's hand and shook it. âHandshake. It's a greeting,âÂ
It flinched as its hand was grabbed. It pulled away once the shake was done.Â
âNot a fan of touching?â Lucifer assumed.Â
The creature nodded in confirmation.Â
âUh⊠How does⊠your⊠kind⊠greet each other?â Lucifer asked.Â
The deer shrugged.Â
âYou don't know?â Lucifer was a bit surprised. âAre there not more of you?âÂ
It shrugged again.Â
âHuhâŠâ Lucifer put his hands on his hips. âWell⊠I should go back home now,â he reached for the arrow the deer was still holding.Â
The red deer handed the arrow back.Â
âIt was nice to meet you!â Lucifer pushed his blonde hair back with his fingers. âBye!â He waved before jogging off.Â
The creature waved as well. It looked back at its injured leg and hummed. Its first proper interaction with a human went rather well. It wondered if it'd see him again.Â
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flymbo gulloping you are real to me
#jrwi#jrwi convergence#jrwi flynn#flynn gustwind#(ignore my personal notes for self underneath)#a sketch which i wanted to test out line colouring with#i wanted to try it with eyebrows showing through the hair.#i think in different pieces it might help convey emotions more?#tinting it slightly darker than the hair works ive learnt#also i wanna refine this mayb and make the little vines look more like embroidery? i think im gonna stick to shading practice with lines#for now though
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katsuki is and forever will be a massive baby.
and itâs all your damn fault, so he says.
you hadnât even said anything bad. all you'd said was that he looked even more handsome today then he usually did. and he'd looked at you like you grew an extra head, and now he's like this.
you don't even really know what did it, but then again it could've been anything with katsuki. too much eye contact, too long eye contact. your hands lingering a little too long on his face or your fingers rubbing at the crease of his eyebrows.
you don't know what it is but he won't remove his head from your neck now, grumbling about how stupid you are.
"katsukii.."
"shut up." he hisses through gritted teeth like he's angry, and he is. look at what you do to him ! it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy.
yet you giggle, rubbing softly at his hair and he shoves his head into you harder, the angle he's forcing your neck at is awkward but you don't mind, you'll let him have his little tantrum as you stroke his blonde messy tufts of hair tickling your chin.
"all i said was that-"
"i heard you. the first time. shut the fuck up." his grip on your hips tightens to the point you think he'll make indents in your skin. hands practically steaming and boiling hot to show you the embarrassment he refuses to let show on his face. your smirk grows wider, god you love messing with your boyfriend.
"i don't get why you're so angry, baby." you coo sweetly and he growls from the deepest part of his throat. he squeezes at your waist, clearly wanting you to just stop talking. but of course. you don't.
"it's cus youâyou fuckin'â" he splutters and cuts himself off, not finding a proper way to convey how much you make his skin burn and prickle and itch. how you have his heart buzz and beat so loud against his ribcage he's sure you can hear it. and how much he fucking hates it. (he doesn't)
so he does the next best thing.
"ouch !"
he bites you. the asshole.
you're such an asshat !" you whine, pushing at his shoulders, and he grumbles when he pulls away. he lightly nuzzles against the mark he's left into your skin as a sort of apology, you don't deserve a kiss right now. (he'll give you one later) then he pulls away to look at you.
"s'your own fault," he huffs, cheeks less bright then they first were when you'd made the irreparable mistake of complimenting him (in his eyes, you regret nothing) but still with a nasty scowl on his face.
"ya keep sayin' dumb shit so now you deal with the consequences," he presses his nose against your pulse point as he huffs hard into your neck to annoy you and it works because you grumble, you feel him smirk proudly.
two could play that game.
"what dumb shit ? the fact that you're handso-" you cut yourself off with a giggled squeal as katsuki drops you backwards onto his bed with a snarl. you snort and giggle when he blows raspberries and softly bites into your neck, helplessly trying to push him away with your limp arms.
"you just can't help yourself, can ya.." he tuts, grabbing your arms and pushing them against his bed, barely suppressed smirk on his face as he sees your eyes prick with tears, leaning back in to blow into your neck "think youâre funny ? hah ?!"
he ignores your giggled plea's and bites at your fingers when he leans back enough for you to push at his face.
"yuck ! you're gross !" you wheeze, still giggling as you see the lopsided smile on his face. he huffs at the exertion of keeping you still, he really isn't trying hard to convince you he isn't handsome when he looked like that.
"yeah ? i'm gross, huh ? right back at you," he leans in close to you again, smirk still playing on his face "saying mushy shit like that."
"yeah well, i'll keep sayin' it !" you retort, sticking your tongue out at him. he rolls his eyes and drops onto you, causing you to grunt out an 'oof !' sound. he's stays quiet until he presses a soft kiss onto your skin, right where he'd bitten you. unbeknownst to you, his expression softens as he tries to repress a smile. he scoffs.
"you're so damn weird." he utters affectionately.
#needed a lil pic my up after this wretched episode#sigh.#on a more positive note#biter katsuki is back !!#an in full effect baby#..woop woop !#cash is not in the mood rn#my suki#i didnt rlly know how to finish this lol#urghhsn i lub my boyfriend#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugo fluff#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugou drabble#another drabble we are on a roll#yay (monotone)#bakugo x female reader
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Favorite Student.
WARNINGS: YES THIS IS PROFESSOR AND STUDENT FUCKING IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT. both of yall are adults i think like 22 and 28 or something like that so it's not like the worst of the worst but yes. there are power dynamics blah blah, sunghoon is massive pervert, ITS ALL FICTION YALL
um includes....perverted sunghoon, eating out, teasing, pet names, sex in an office, fingering, it's me so ya know
Synopsis: A class you'd hated, but a professor you'd always admired...
A/N: DAISY BACKKKKK
SUNGHOON STANS ARE THE BESTTTTT at writing and giving me anons and feedback and comments and reblogs which is why I will always spoil them bc they treat me the best <333. next fic is a heeseung one sooo if you want more heeseung content make sure to give that one as much love too when it comes out!
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He was the meanest professor around, bar none.
But in your current predicament, he was the only professor left for the class you needed to take, unless you wanted to wait and thus delay your graduation by a whole semester.
That's how you found yourself standing outside his office, swinging back and forth on your heels, trying to get the courage to go in and ask him for help on the chapter that seemed like no one in your class was getting, you included.
"What are you doing standing outside my office?"
At the sound of his voice you jumped and turned around, heart racing in your ears as you tried to give him some eye contact; ultimately failing miserably.
"U-Um, I needed help with chapter 14 in the textbook and no one in my section really got it either so I figured I'd stop by-"
"Did you look at the lecture notes?"
"Y-yes sir."
"The supplemental videos?"
You nodded again.
Dr. Park sighed and moved past you to unlock his office door, letting the door swing shut past you as you walked in. The vibes of his room was austere to say the least and you couldn't tell if anyone had ever sat in the chair across from him given how spotless and un-creased it was.
Well, first time for everything.
"So what are you needing help with? Do you have any notes or something?"
"U-uh yes sir, give me a sec," you stuttered out as you fidgeted with your bag to pull out your laptop, showing him all that you had done.
He leaned on his side of the thick oak desk so he could get a closer look at what you had done, the closer proximity causing cologne you could only surmise to be expensive filling your nose. You fidgeted in your seat and moved some to lower your skirt as it rode up, trying to think of something to fill the awkward silence as he scrolled through what you had done.
Luckily, he beat you to it.
"Well, it's not the worst thing I've seen." He sighed, taking off his glasses and pointing to your screen. "You still aren't understanding the basic concepts of this chapter yet and it's reflecting in your notes. You see this summary outline you wrote here is-"
Your eyes absentmindedly drifted to his alabaster forearms that were shown from the rolled up sleeves of his button up, thick large hands scrolling on your keyboard. His jaw and nose were sharp too and from the closeness you could make out his dark lashes, usually hidden by the thick framed glasses he wore.....
You were jolted out of your thoughts when he snapped his fingers in front of your face, eyebrows knitted in annoyance at you wasting his time by daydreaming.
"If you're going to come to my office I would think you'd listen to what I have to say," Sunghoon said through a clucked tongue.
You looked down and immediately apologized profusely, feeling tears well in your eyes. You weren't the best with scolding you never had been, but to have someone who was already not in the best of moods have it become worse because of you only made you more sensitive.
He looked at you from across the desk, a grown girl with mannerisms like that of a meek fawn.
A prey.
You swallowed thickly as he stood up and leaned over the desk, strands of mahogany hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you.
"Hey hey, don't cry, we'll work through it together mmkay? You're a smart girl aren't you?"
It was a voice you'd never heard him use on anyone, and it made the hairs on your neck stand up and your legs squirm as he held your chin.
"I'm sorry it's just this is one of my final classes I need to graduate and everything is hard and I don't want to waste your time-"
"Aw, princess don't stress, don't stress," he cooed. The sweet and gentle tone of his voice was causing you to melt into his touch, wondering how someone who usually only spoke in stern curt sentences could produce such sounds.
You couldn't stop bouncing your legs and squirming in your seat as his fingertips stroked the underside of your chin softly, making soft shushes and coos at you to calm your nerves.
Fuck, he wanted to ruin you.
But he had to wait for you to make the move. He was in the precarious position and even though he could see in your gaze that you were begging for it, you were going to have to show him.
A little teasing should do the trick.
"Here, we have some time before the next test don't we? Start coming by my office everyday and we can work through this unit together so you won't have to worry alright" he offered up, sitting back down in his office chair with a soft smile on his face.
You sniffled and nodded at the premise before rushing out a plethora of "thank you"s to him, unable to stop the tingling on your chin from where he had touched you as he left........
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"Here sweetheart move your chair over to my side of the desk so you can get a better look at my screen," he offered up, moving his chair over some to make some room.
"O-okay sure," you agreed, the name "sweetheart" ringing throughout your head. Had he always used that nickname for you? Or was he just using it as a coverup for forgetting your name? Whatever the reason, your mind was spinning in circles at the gentle way he said it.
âCmon, you can come a little closer than that, I donât bite ya knowâ, he hummed, pulling your chair closer to his. You nodded because you didnât trust your voice and your mind couldnât stop wandering to how large his hands looked as he pointed out errors in the extra assignments heâd given you, talking you softly through each one.
"Does that make sense?" he inquired gently, placing his head on your thigh and squeezing it. The contact made you jolt in your skin and you gulped before profusely nodding, truly able to grasp just how large his hands were as they sat on your plush thigh.
"Good girl, see you had no reason to be so worried, your work is been improving exponentially".
"T-thank you sir. I have to go to my next class now...." you trailed off awkwardly, fidgeting in your seat.
He smiled and stood up, waiting for you to do the same before escorting you to his door.
"Of course. Same time tomorrow?"
"Mhmm," you hummed, scurrying out of his office. You made a b-line to the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face, wondering if there was anything that gave away just how flustered you truly were in his proximity.
How can someone be so cute? Sunghoon hummed to himself as he sat at his desk, fiddling with his pen. His own hand still buzzed with excitement at how soft and warm your thigh was, and his mind couldn't help but trail further down a rabbit hole.
For the next month it seemed Sunghoon had only gotten friendlier and friendlier: you found out that he had a dog which he adored and would bring to the office if he was allowed to, that he had a younger sister, used to compete in sports (which you could attribute to his frame), and really liked fashion.
All the while, Sungoon used every opportunity to get you used to his touch; the stroking of your ear during one session, the soft touch of your shoulder the next. Every time you'd jolt before absentmindedly melting into it, and before you knew it you find yourself craving his touch.
You didn't dare your friends or anyone around you of your extra tutoring sessions, or that his hands were somehow find themself on yours. Surely you should be disgusted at yourself instead of electrified by the touches he leaves on you right?
But those thoughts would always disappear every time you walked into his office.
"So sorry I'm late!" you rushed out as you stepped into his office, panting from having sprinted up the stairs to get here.
Sunghoon looked up from the papers at his desk and smiled, flickering his head to come sit down.
"It's okay sweetheart don't worry," he hummed, trying to pull his eyes away from the sheen the shone on your neck.
"I've been so frazzled lately I hope you're not too mad at me being late," you rushed out, practically stumbling over to sit down in your chair.
He hummed and stared at your plush thighs that clung to the leather of the chair and watched as you shifted to prevent them sticking, getting flustered when you saw he was watching you.
"Sorry, I'm a bit sticky it's a bit warm outside, s-should I just stand instead?" you offered up quickly, standing up and fixing your sundress.
"Why don't you sit on my desk instead then? Here let me move these papers out of you way-"
"W-won't I get the desk dirty since I'm all sweaty" you interjected, heart racing as he cleared his desk off for you, making space so you'd have no choice but to sit right in front of his chair.
"Don't worry about it, now be a good girl and come sit," he cooed, giving you eyes that almost dared you to disobey him. Quickly you went over and sat on his desk, swallowing thickly when Sunghoon began massaging your calves as he removed your shoes.
"Poor baby rushed over to our tutoring session, your legs must be exhausted and aching," he soothed, tender hands working into the soft flesh of your skin.
"Only s-slightly, it's fine I"m used to it," you excused, squirming as Sunghoon leaned closer to your skin. "Is this something a professor should be um...doing, I mean I know we've gotten close b-but.." you trailed off, yelping when Sunghoon dragged his lips against your knee.
"Then tell me to stop kitten," he taunted, kissing the inner of your thighs as he slid off your other shoe, looking up at you through framed lenses.
"You're not stupid baby, your test grades prove that well enough. Surely you kept coming to our lessons hoping it'd end up like this," he continued, hoisting your legs over his shoulders as he pulled you closer against his face.
"I...I don't know," was all you could muster out, toes curling as he softly kissed your inner thighs. Sunghoon chuckled under his breath and stood up, pushing you down onto his desk as he took of his glasses.
The air was knocked out of you for a second as you lay splayed on the desk, the cool hardwood being a stark contrast to your sticky skin.
âItâs okay baby,â he leaned in, licking the sweat from your neck. âItâs okay to say you like doing perverted things with me. Go on, tell your professor how much you like itâ, he cooed, rubbing your puffy clit with his thumb.
You whined as felt something tightening in your tummy, mustering up the courage to speak.
âI-I like itâ, you choked out, your toes curling in your tube socks as you started to feel how thick his fingers really were.
âAwww, give me more than that yeah? Tell me exactly what you like.â He couldnât help himself. He wanted you to profess all types of profanities through hazy eyes and shaky legs, for you to beg to be ruined and defiled by him.
âI like..doing perverted things with you.â You felt your face burn as you stumbled your way through the sentence, rutting your hips into a feeling that only got tighter.
âAw you do? Well in that case let me teach my princess all the perverted things we can do together..." he trailed off, squeezing the side of your thighs.
"Good girl~, such a good girl~" Sunghoon cooed, lifting up the hem of your sundress. "Cute panties," he drawled as his index finger slid down the slit, pressing against the sticky wet patch. "Mind if I keep them?"
You couldn't help but buck your hips into the feeling as you nodded without a second thought, your nails digging into the gloss furnish of his desk.
"Sweetheart you shouldn't agree to everything I say," he spoke, cupping your heat in his hand and massaging it. You gripped onto his shoulders instead and whimpered into his chest as you felt trickles of wetness soak your cotton underwear, meak "I'm sorry"s leaving you.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't apologize. It's just," he moved the hair covering your ear with his mouth before kissing against it, letting out deep groans as he rutted himself against you.
"there are some bad people out there, waiting to take advantage of pretty young girls like you. Are you going to spread your legs for everyone?"
"No, it's j-just because it's...you," you whimpered against his chest.
Sunghoon sucked air through his teeth as his self control unraveled at the seams.
"Because it's me?" he inquired, kneeling down so he was eye-level with your soaked core, messing with the hem of your panties.
"Wait Ihaven'tshoweredso-" your legs shook around his head as his tongue pressed against the soaked wet patch of your underwear, groaning at the taste that trickled onto his tongue.
"Is that why you taste and smell so sweet princess?" He groaned, pulling your underwear down without a second thought to expose yourself barren to him, his cock twitching in his pants at how sticky you already were.
"Here hold my hand sweetheart, squeeze it as hard as you like," he cooed as he offered up his free hand to you. You obliged immediately and squeezed his digits as his other free hand rubbed softly against your swollen clit, leaving light kisses on the puffy bud.
You let out meek "I'm sorry"s as your nails dug into the alabaster skin of his hand, struggling to keep yourself still as you felt the warmth of his lips wrap around your clit before sucking softly.
"It's okay princess, just sink into the feeling, I'm going to make you feel so so good," he groaned between your legs. You nodded and felt your eyes flutter into the back your head as you felt every ridge of his tongue against your entrance, saliva mixing with arousal as he lapped up everything you gave him.
The pleasure only increased as he wantonly hummed around your bud, Sunghoon drunk off of how sweet and syrupy you tasted on his tongue.
Sunghoon was doing his best to not just pin you to the desk and fuck the daylights of you, not understanding how someone could be so intoxicating. Every thing from your little gasps of air to the whimpers you were trying to hide in your throat were making him dizzy, desperate even.
"Your hole is twitching every time I suck your clit princess," Sunghoon remarked as he came up for air, licking his lips clean. "It must want something in it huh?" he drawled, sliding two thick digits into you. Your back arched off the desk as you felt the tight stretch between your legs, your hands going to squeeze his wrist you whimpered.
"Oh no no baby, don't try to move away from it. Take it like a good girl, like my favorite student would," Sunghoon praised as he scissored his fingers inside of you, chuckling at how droplets of arousal leaked out.
Hearing him say you're his favorite student made your heart thrum in excitement, your thighs tensing up when the pads of his fingers pressed down against the spongy part of your walls.
"Pull your sundress down and play with your chest for me princess," Sunghoon ordered gently as he moved to the skin of your neck, infatuated with how he could feel your heart beating through his kisses. "Do it like how you do it when you're in your bed all alone, fingers between your legs..." he whispered against your ear, unable to hide his grin.
Your body felt unbearably hot as you whimpered and complied, pulling down the straps of your sundress and moving your bra. Your legs inexplicably shook as you tugged the pert buds, biting down on your lip as Sunghoon sped up the pace of his fingers.
Sunghoon made a mental note of your movements so he could replicate them next time, his mouth getting hungry as his mouth encircled a free nipple.
You spasmed slightly at his movements as you felt his coarse tongue suck and lick around the sensitive skin, making a point to hold eye contact with you any time your stare met his. Coupled with the gushing sounds he heard between your legs only got more turned on, leaving deep marks on your chest he was sure would last for days.
He couldn't help it, he was getting impatient, desperate to have you whimpering out his name and begging for him to ruin you in this godforsaken sundress.
"Fuck~ you're gonna get me in so much fucking trouble," Sunghoon groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. "I'm sorry baby but I can't let you come from just some fingering now can I?" he teased.
The eyes you gave him almost broke him down right there as he pulled out his digits and sucked them clean, unbuckling his belt with the other. On any other occasion he'd love to have you on your knees trying to fit him in your soft mouth, but his patience for that was long gone.
Your eyes enlarged as you watched his member spring free and press against his lower abdomen, Sunghoon hissing through his teeth as he stroked the reddened tip.
"Don't worry princess, we're gonna make it fit okay? Even if you are this tight," he reassured teasingly, kissing your temple as he pinned both your hands in one of his.
"Y-you don't need a condom" you choked out.
Sunghoon raised brows and chuckled at the fact such a statement could come from such a timid mouth of yours, ripping it with his teeth and putting it on regardless.
"Mmm of course I do sweetheart," he cooed, rubbing his length between your folds. Even through the condom you could feel how warm and heavy his member felt between your legs, your mind racing at the fact that you were going to have sex with your professor.
"Besides, if I came inside would you be able to keep my load inside you like a good girl? We can't have a mess in my office now can we?" he drawled in your ear, pushing his thick tip past your walls. You already felt a stretch that was incomparable to his fingers and started struggling against his grip, Sunghoon only laughing at you and tightening his hold even more.
"Shhhh don't run princess, don't run, this is how it feels to be fucked by a real man yeah? No college guy could find my baby's special spot like I could," he soothed, finding it so cute how you sucked on your bottom lip to cope with the stretch.
You raised your head slightly to discover that he was only halfway in, despite how full your lower belly felt. When Sunghoon saw your widened eyes he could only pout at you, finding you absolutely adorable.
And adorable things deserved to be ruined.
"Here princess, kiss me yeah?"
Shakily you reached up some and connected your lips with his, jolting against his mouth as Sunghoon had taken the opportunity to push himself to the hilt.
"P-professor" was all you could whine out as you felt your mind go dazy, Sunghoon using the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours.
"You're doing so good, taking all of me princess, such a good girl," Sunghoon praised softly in between kisses. He knew once he started moving his hips you'd be a goner, already evident by how dazy your eyes looked when he stared into them.
You felt his tip push against the entrance of your cervix and you couldn't help but let out a sharp gasp at the feeling, biting down on Sunghoon's shoulder to cope with the heavy sensation in your tummy.
"Hello? Mr. Park are you in your office?"
Your eyes widened and you went to move to hide, recognizing the voice as your fellow classmate. Sunghoon only laughed at your attempts and pinned your wrists, giving you a "shh" motion as he continued pressing his hips against yours.
"Yeah, I'm here. However if my door is closed that means office hours are also closed correct?" he tsked, sucking a breath between his teeth as you clenched down around him.
Despite his seemingly calm composure you had your mouth squeezed shut feeling a tight knot start to form.
Your legs shook as you tried tapping his wrist with your bound hands, Sunghoon cooing at you softly and kissing your cheek.
"I know you're close baby, I know I know, just hold out for a bit longer mmkay? I'll take care of you, I will."
You could only nod as your face scrunched up from holding back your moans, desperately wondering why this student was so keen on getting into the office of one of the most stubborn people alive.
"I know, but there's this problem I really-"
"Rules are rules" he interjected, taking out his point on you by an extra forceful snap of his hips. Yours nails digged into your own skin as you tried to follow your professors wishes and hold out just a bit longer for him, softly whispering his name to garner his attention.
âJust a bit longer,â he shushed warmly, kissing your temple as he listened to the footsteps outside the door. Sure enough there was a sigh, followed by the sound of sneakers against the tile floor and the student walked away, Sunghoon relinquishing his grip on you and slowly speeding up his hips.
âP-Professor my tummy," was all you could manage out, squirming as you felt the knot get tighter.
"Mmm, you feel the pressure building right here?" Sunghoon couldn't help but tease, firmly pushing down on your lower belly. Your nails left red marks down his back and chest as you gasped at the feeling, mind slowly entering a point of incoherence.
You hazily nodded and felt your toes curl as Sunghoon peppered your neck with open mouth kisses, unable to stop himself from marking you.
"I'm close too princess, hold on just a bit longer for me and we can come together yeah? C'mon, I know you can," Sunghoon purred as his hips only sped up faster, raising your lower back slightly make sure he hit your spot every single time.
You could only hold your breath and scrunch your face as you tried warding off the feeling that was only getting stronger. Sunghoon's own resolve had withered away as he bit down on his bottom lip to suppress the groan that would be heard by the whole hallway, sweat on his entire body as you squeezed down on him like a vice.
"Fuck~ princess, go ahead and let loose for me."
You felt your mind go blank as the knot snapped tighter than you were anticipating, having to suppress your moans by burying yourself into Sunghoon's neck as liquid gushed from between your legs and your walls pulsed around sporadically.
Sunghoon's came shortly thereafter by burying his face in your own neck, his breathing ragged and uneven as he lay shaking on top of you.
There was a moment of silence between the two of you and your mind started swimming at what you'd just done and the mess you'd just made, knowing that if your ancestors were ever to watch you they'd hang their heads in shame.
Yet, that didn't stop you from wanting to do it again.
"Professor," you began, refusing to make eye contact with him after what you'd just done.
"Mmmm yes sweetheart?" Sunghoon cooed as he slowly pulled out, his collarbones and forehead glistening with sweat as he hid the evidence.
"Next time, I-I wanna do it...at your place," you offered up. This was a dangerous and well, a fireable request, you both knew that. However, that didn't stop Sunghoon from bending down to kiss your collarbones and chin, beaming it with happiness.
"I think I'd quite like that arrangement princess."
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⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠâŠ . ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠâŠ . ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă .
You were practically jumping for joy.
You had been in dire need of a new wardrobe, due to the oncoming spring. After Sukuna had ruined your favorite kimono because he had practically ripped it off of your body, he promised you he would get you all of the clothes you had desired. And you had a long list of shopping planned, particularly for this moment.
Sukuna had taken you out to the local market, accompanying you on your journey for a new and improve wardrobe. Following shortly behind the two of you, were a group of butlers, followed by Uraume shortly after. The market today was bustling with people, especially coming in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Lord Sukuna and his lady in waiting, which was you. You held onto Sukuna's forearm, not wanting to get lost in the swarm of people crowding the surrounding area.
You watched as a large group of civilians followed behind you two, gossiping about where they think you'll go next. You giggle at this, quickly getting used to all of the attention you got whenever Sukuna let you go out. Passing by each and every one of the shops, you passed by a jewelry stand, taken by surprise by the dazzling jewels on the display. The shopkeeper at the stand was calling customers far and wide to come take a look at the beauties. It mesmerized you, especially thinking about how good they would look on your body. She smiled upon looking at you, beckoning you to come to her stand, despite the clear aura of Sukuna frightening most people to keep at least ten feet away.
But you found yourself staring intently, stopping your tracks in the process. You tugged on Sukuna's hand, as he focuses his attention towards you, looking down to see what you were diverting his attention to. A lousy jewelry store? A cheap one too, he thought. You look at him, though his clear distaste for your inexpensive taste. "Kuna, can I just look?" You ask him, a curious put grazing your lips. He contorts his upper lip into that of disgust, clearly looking down on the owner and her fake jewels. How dare she try to sell such a naive thing like you that fake bullshit.
"God, woman, how can you be so ingenuous." He says, finding it amusing how after spending so much time with him at his estate, you still cannot tell the difference between real and fake. He will have to teach you that later. But for now, he has to focus on getting your head out of the clouds. "What do you mean?" You ask him, furrowing your eyebrows as confusion is evident on your face.
He looks at the stand up and down, clearly looking down on the woman, as he makes it very clear how he feels. He sighs, as he places one of his lower arms on your hip, one of his upper arms on your opposite shoulder, guiding you to the small wooden stand. Moving past the woman running the stand from behind, leaning down to your eye level from behind. He took the jewel from in between her fingers and into his grasp, holding it in front of your eye, moving it in a manner that guides it along the sun in his palm, showing the shine inside easily.
It was a beautiful emerald, perfectly cut sides, forming into a cleanly cut trapezoid. Your eyes widened, looking at it. It was perfectly clear, letting you see through it like it was water. "This is fake, and clearly meant to trick a gullible woman like you." He says, moving the hand that once rested on your shoulder to the top of your head, ruffling your hair in an endearing manner. "You're lucky I was accompanying you today, or else you would have fallen for such an easy trick."
You chew the sides of your cheek, clearly not interested in the fact that it is fake. "But it's beautiful, isn't it? Please! Let me get it!" You plead, turning your head to the side, looking at him as he crouched beside you. He sighs, before looking over at the shopkeeper, who was now bowing on the gravel floor before her, out of respect at the fact that Lord Sukuna himself visited her shop. "You, look up." he says, clearly directed towards the shop owner.
"Yes, of course." She says, nervousness filling her system at the thought of something terrible. He takes a step closer to her, disregarding you. "You dare sell such filth in my presence?" He says, holding the emerald in front of her face bluntly. Her eyes widen in response, quickly shaking her head at the sight of the man before her. He scoffs, before throwing the emerald onto the floor, making the woman scramble to try and find it, but instead seeing the shattered pieces of what it once was. You notice the people surrounding you grow in number, loudly whispering to themselves about the commotion.
"I'm sorry, my lord!" She says, pleading to be forgiven. As she picks up each shard of emerald, a large foot comes up to her hand, stepping on it with a smush, making her yelp out in pain. He smirks, as he kicks the rest of the shards out in the distance, making her get up and pick up the rest.
You look around, clearly dissatisfied. You wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there, due to the embarrassment you were feeling at the moment. You fiddled your thumbs together, trying to muster up an apology towards the woman, but nothing came out. You look at Sukuna, who was now walking back towards you, completely ignoring the shop keeper panicking on the ground. He brings a hand to your forehead, caressing it with his thumb. He sees your expression, disheartened by your distress. Moving his hand down, he uses his thumb and index finger to lift the sides of your mouth into a smile.
"Hmph, somebody is being dramatic, aren't we? The hag had what was coming for her." He says, making the butlers along with Uraume laugh. He moves away from the scene, as he places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you away as you obediently follow. As you walk into the depths of the market, and away from the shop, you look back, watching as the woman is left to pick up the mess Sukuna had made. Of course, she could have stood up for herself, but she didn't, nobody does when it comes to him. Sukuna looks down at you with his lower set of eyes, observing your guilt for not helping her.
"Why worry? She will be fine. I will get you real jewelry. You said you wanted a new scarf, yes? I know a great, authentic emporium that sells the ones I know you'd like." he says, patting your back slightly.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠâŠ . ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠâŠ . ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă .
Sometimes, you wonder why having a husband was such a great thing, but yours became very useful in times like these.
He was currently sat in his office, doing ink paperwork that was delivered to him. But you had other plans. You had two of your handmaidens set up a changing station, unfolding a dressing screen for dramatic effect. On a hanging rack, were clothes laid out to match your new goodies. And your goal? To impress him of course, even though you didn't even need to try.
Your clothes went flying over your head behind the divider, as Sukuna had to move a pair of your underwear from his desk that flew onto his papers in the process. Flicking it out of the way, he found it increasingly harder to focus on his work, as he rubbed his forehead in annoyance. You put on your outfit, struggling quite a bit due to the many layers that the clothing was made equipped with. Your small grunts did not go unnoticed by Sukuna, who by now had taken off his reading glasses, placing them on the bridge of his nose.
Resting his hands on his navy blue robe, he stared at the divider, seeing your arms peek out from behind, as you lifted another layer over the top half of your body. Each layer felt like torture trying to get on, the clothing making you feel heavy. He closed his eyes for a bit, listening to the sounds of your grunts of struggle, humming to himself as he bounced his leg on the floor.
"You need help?" He asked, clearly amused at your evident struggle. Tapping his fingers on his thigh, he watched as you stopped your scuffling. Peeking over the divider, you placed your hands at the top, going on your tip toes to see him. You smile, anticipating his reaction. Will he like it? Hate it? No, he can't hate it, you look good in anything. You step off your tip toes, smiling behind the divider. "You're going to loooove this outfit I picked, 'Kuna." You say, teasing him bit by bit. He tilts his head, growing more impatient as time moves on. Tapping his foot against the hard wood, he speaks up. "Well then hurry up, I don't have all day brat."
You stepped in his field of vision, walking with slow strides to the front of his desk. You twirl in your dress, as you looked down at yourself. You were clearly struggling to move all too much, but you looked like a million bucks. Anybody would agree, especially your husband, who looked at you with a very slight astounded expression. It was very hard to tell what he was thinking to the naked eye, but you knew him all too well.
Your gown was a beautiful mixture of pink and yellow, really contrasting well together with your already loose hair. And you had paired it with new accessories you had gotten while on your trip to the market. Which was a new hairpiece, multiple rings, and one more thing you had struggled to put on, your new necklace.
You walk over to him, holding out the necklace in your palms. It was a pink diamond, hoisted in the middle of a set of pearls surrounding it. It felt heavy in your palms, wanting to pass it on to Sukuna, who was now facing you. "My, my. Well don't you look like something." He says with a chuckle, relishing in the way the gown perfectly fitted you.
Patting his lap with one hand, he beckoned you over, your cue to come sit on his lap. You scurried over, plopping yourself nicely on his large lap, making yourself a makeshift seat. He wrapped his lower set of arms around your waist, feeling the fabric that rested along your frame. He hummed in contentment, satisfied with how you look. As you held out the necklace in your hands, you fiddled with the hook to try and pry it open.
Sticking your tongue out, you were hyper focused on getting it unlocked, but to no avail. Sukuna notices this, not liking to see you struggle any further. "Christ, give it to me already." He says, snatching the necklace from you quickly with his upper set of hands. "Hey! Be careful, that was expensive-" "If it breaks I'll buy you a thousand more, simple." He said, getting back to work on your necklace. Turning the chair to face his work, he rested his hands on the desk, as you rest your head on his upper arm, watching him try to open the small clasp with his large thumbs.
You giggle, watching him finally get it open after many tries. "Tsk, that pesky thing, you're lucky it's going to look good on you." He says, placing the necklace down on his desk, getting back to focusing on his work. You pick up the necklace, as you attempt to lock it around your neck.
But your struggle continues on for a good ten minutes, as Sukuna gets frustrated with your constant shifting. "Hand it over." He says, once again taking it from you. He puts his work to a halt, as he moves either one of his hands to each side of your neck, locking the heavy necklace on your neck. He adjusts the necklace nicely, making sure it sits pretty on your collarbone. Rubbing your shoulders with his hands, you smile contently, happy with your decision to come to your husband for advice.
"Thanks for bringing me to the market, despite that scene you caused." You say, attitude crawling in your words, as you rest your head against his arm. "Whatever woman, you got what you wanted, and I got a happy bride, fair is fair." He says, lightly slapping your forearm affectionately. He stops talking for a bit, before commenting once more.
"Y'know, I should take you shopping more often, because I get to see rewards like these everyday."
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠâŠ . ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠâŠ . ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă .
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Whatever My Wife Wants
Summary: On your honeymoon, Javi decides to break out a new accessory you've never seen him wear before. Little does he know, that seeing him wear a chain for the first time is about to drive you wild.
Word Count: 4.5K
Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also its your honeymoon so who am I to say), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, paise kink, literally the biggest, fattest, ugliest breeding kink (I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not), marriage kink (?) creampie, cum play, kind of exhibitionism (like if you SQUINT), talks of starting a family, Javi LOVES his wife, Javi in a CHAIN, Javi on his honeymoon deserves its own warning, did I mention that Javi LOVES his wife?!
A/N: shoutout to my sweet @honeyedmiller for this request after reblogging this MASTERPIECE from @enstatia. It's supposed to be a painting of Din, but it gave me such big Javi vibes, and I really haven't been the same since picturing the one and only Javier Peña in a chain (bc If i can't unsee it, you shouldn't be allowed to either) đ”âđ« Also shoutout to Lucien Flores for singlehandedly ruining my life today with that new clip from the Uninvited (but also you can't tell me that this outfit is so Javi on the beach coded PHEW)
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
Javi had never been one for jewelry- well, that was until a few days ago when a new golden wedding band had made a home on his hand. Since you had slipped it on his finger, Javi couldnât get enough of watching it glisten in the warm, tropical sunlight on your honeymoon, a reminder that filled his heart to the brim to know that he was yours forever.Â
Javiâs new wedding ring was the only jewelry that he had ever pictured himself wearing, until you had mentioned to him in passing while shopping for new clothes for your honeymoon how good heâd look with a chain to go with any of his outfits he had planned for the trip- considering there was no way Javi was going to have no less than 4 buttons undone on his shirt at any given time while basking in the tropical warmth of your honeymoon paradise.Â
Later on that week, he had dug around in his dresser to find a thin, golden chain necklace he had back from his time in college, that hadnât seen the light of day in too many years to count. But, given your enthusiasm for the idea of him wearing something like it, Javi had decided to pack it with him in his suitcase to surprise when the time felt right.Â
Well, after being a few drinks deep at the pool bar from earlier, Javiâs slightly tipsy confidence had him feeling like now was the perfect time to try out his new accessory to see what you thought. Digging through his suitcase, he pulled out out the chain to go with the rest of his outfit for your dinner on the beach, clipping the necklace around his neck as he looked himself over in the mirror, quickly fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt, undoing one more button than probably necessary to show off his new look.Â
And while he could admit that he didnât look half bad with it on, and figured youâd like the new surprise addition to his wardrobe, thereâd be no way in hell he could have ever prepared himself for the viscerally awestruck reaction youâd have to the thin, gold chain dangling around his neck. Â
âI can practically feel you burning a hole through my chest, Hermosa.â Javi chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you as he took another bite of his food, giving you a playful smirk at the way you had been ogling at him ever since you had noticed the thin gold chain resting across his tanned skin as you began your walk through the hotel to head to dinner.Â
âOh shut up, itâs not my fault youâre so hot. Youâre making it very hard not to look, in my defense.â You sighed, trying to get yourself to focus on your food instead of staring at Javi for the rest of dinner, despite the fact that the only meal you had your eyes on was sitting across the table from you. âThereâs already something about you being my husband that makes you somehow even hotter than you already were, and now with this?â You picked up your fork, gesturing to the chain dangling between the parted fabric of Javiâs shirt, âI think you may be trying to legitimately kill me.âÂ
âFigured youâd like it. Didnât think youâd like it this much.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip before taking another bite of food, his cheeks growing flushed and warm as he looked at you admiring him, wondering how in the hell he had gotten so goddamn lucky. âThanks, Mrs. Peña.â He laughed, taking another bite of his food, shooting you a quick wink.Â
Mrs. Peña.Â
God, if that alone wasnât enough to send you over the edge already, your new last name, combined with the incredibly attractive man you had gotten it from that you now got to call your husband? On top of that stupidly hot chain he had decided to throw on with his outfit? There was definitely something else you were hungry for other than the half cleared plate below you.Â
It was then that you couldnât have been happier you had been seated at a table on the edge of the beachside boardwalk, tucked behind a few stray palm trees, secluded enough out of view that you had no problem reaching under the table to rest your hand on Javiâs knee, toying with the hem of his shorts before letting your fingers creep further and further up his thigh.Â
âAre you almost done with your food?â You asked, your voice sweet and sultry as your hand brushing against Javiâs crotch immediately caught his attention, making his eyes go wide as he sat up straight, setting down his knife and fork to look down in his lap. âBecause if you are, I can think of something else I want for dessert when we go back to our room. Something I want really bad. You wanna feel how badly I want it?âÂ
Javi swallowed hard as your fingers wrapped more firmly around his bulge, gently massaging his dick in your grasp, before grabbing his hand and guiding it to brush along the slit of your sundress and closer to your core, aching and dripping with arousal. Letting his fingers creep up the inside of your thighs and ghost over your folds, his eyes went even wider, jaw practically dropping open to feel that you were not only absolutely soaked, but also not wearing any underwear at all. Using every ounce of composure he had to keep from falling apart right then and there at the dinner table, letting out a deep sigh as he cursed under his breath.Â
âJesus fucking Christ. Fuck, baby⊠Yeah, I can be done right now.â He groaned, nodding at your proposition before wrapping his hand around the meat of your thigh as he took a long inhale, staring you down with darkening eyes and a devilish grin across the table.Â
Never had you been more thankful that the resort you had picked to stay at was all inclusive, because if either of you had to wait a minute longer for a server to get your bill so you could get back up to your room, the probability of impending implosion would have been practically inevitable.Â
Firmly intertwining your fingers with his as you grabbed his hand, you were nearly dragging Javi through the hotel to the nearest bay of elevators, pleasantly shocked to find no one else waiting with you to travel up to their room, leaving the two of you alone to catch the next elevator back up to your floor.Â
Without a word, the second the elevator doors had closed, the two of you were on top of each other, a messy dance of tongue and teeth crashing together, Javiâs hands palming the meat of your ass over your dress while yours roamed over his chest, tracing the freckles of his tanned skin up to the golden chain dangling in the open buttons of his shirt, stopping to wrap the necklace around your finger, tugging Javi closer to you.Â
âFuck, you look so good with this on, baby.â You moaned, your words hot against Javiâs skin as you nipped at his neck, chain still tangled in your grasp. âI canât wait to fu-â
Barely aware of the fact that you had reached your floor, the ding of the elevator was enough to catch your attention and cut you off from completing the rest of your thought before the doors slid open, revealing a group of couples waiting for their ride down to the lobby. Frantically trying to play off the fact that if the elevator ride had gone any longer, you two definitely would have been seconds away from fucking in it, you gulped, giving Javi a nudge to his ribs to bring him back to reality, the two of you quickly trying to slide past the other guests without making a scene.Â
As the door closed behind you, you and Javi couldnât help but giggle at the fact that you couldnât seem to take an elevator trip alone without almost being caught making out like a pair of horny teenagers (which, to be fair, a pair of horny teenagers probably would have had more self control than the two of you being newlyweds on your honeymoon).Â
With your room only being a few doors down from the elevator, Javi began fumbling in the pocket of his shorts for his room key, working around the full hard on he already had under the fabric from how pent up he was. Quietly cursing under his breath until he found it, as soon as the card was swiping over the lock of the door, Javi was yanking you through into your room, instantly beginning to pull down the zipper to the back of your dress as you fumbled your way back to the bed.Â
Your dress fell to the floor in a crumpled pile before Javi was tossing you onto the mattress, shocked to see that you also hadnât even bothered to put on a bra, revealing your glowing skin and obnoxious tanlines from your time spent out in the sun.Â
âDirty fucking girl, not wearing anything underneath that dress for me. Fuck me, Hermosa. God, youâre so beautiful. So fucking perfect. My perfect wife.â Javi growled, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed to part your legs, draping them over his shoulders as he admired the wet mess between your thighs, your slick already coating your folds, glistening in the dim light of your hotel room. âMy perfect wife and her perfect fucking pussy already so wet for me.Â
Dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal as he ghosted over your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper in protest, sitting up on your elbows to look down at Javi, peppering kisses along the soft skin of your thighs.Â
âJavi, fuck- Baby, I wanted to go down on you. You look so good, I-I wanna taste you, Jav, p-please.â You moaned, your argument becoming less and less convincing as his kisses traveled to your center, nose brushing against your aching bundle of nerves before looking up at you with a lustful smirk, tightening his grip around your hips to hold you in place.Â
Javi shook his head as he laughed quietly to himself, watching you squirm and buck your hips towards his face, so desperately worked up and aching that the mess between your legs was really beginning to contradict your need to get Javi off before yourself.Â
âCariñoâŠâ Javi tutted, almost mockingly, digging his fingertips deeper into the meat of your flesh, âYouâre not going anywhere âtill I get a taste. I canât leave my poor wife all worked up like this, can I?âÂ
Before you had a chance to respond, the flat of Javiâs tongue was dragging through your heat in a long, broad stroke, firmly pressing against your clit, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as you threw your head back in pleasure, a soft whimper escaping from your parted lips. As the last of his lick slid through your folds, you shuttered at the feeling of the metal of his chain ghosting over your cunt as it dangled from his neck, only to cry out as you could feel the other piece of jewelry he was wearing on his left ring finger sink deep into your entrance.Â
âOh f-fuck-â You whimpered as another finger breached your tight hole, already sucking him in with your warm, wet walls while his digits curled, bumping against the sweet spot inside you that he knew made you crumble.Â
âThatâs it, baby girl.â He cooed, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt before diving back between your legs like a man starved, his tongue dancing in a swirling pattern of flicks and strokes between your folds as he lapped you up. You could feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full he felt inside you, even more so now with the wedding band that had made its permanent home on his finger, taking every chance he could get to watch you cover the glistening gold ring in your arousal as yet another way to prove that you were his.Â
Javi could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his fingers as your bottom half squirmed against the sheets of the bed, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten, tingling building at the base of your spine. Latching his lips around your clit, he began to suck at your sensitive nub, his hand thrusting faster and deeper into your cunt, feeling you slowly coming undone under his touch.Â
âOh shit- fuck, fuck, Javi, Iâm so close baby, oh fuck, fuck, Iâm gonnaaahhhhhh-â Just like that, you were falling over the brink of collapse, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, pleasure flowing through every inch of your veins as you met your high, feeling the smirk of Javiâs smile pressed against your cunt as you soaked his face, his free hand wrapped around your hip, holding you in place for him.Â
âFuck, I swear, Iâll never fucking get over that.â Javi mewled, pulling back enough to sit on his heels, admiring the wet and puffy mess your pussy had become, gently pulling his fingers out of your heat, looking down at the way your arousal coated his fingers, covering his wedding band. âFucking soaked me, Hermosa. You like feeling my ring when I touch you like that, baby? Knowing Iâm all yours forever?âÂ
With your chest heaving in heavy breaths, you nodded frantically, blissed out look plastered across your face as you stared up at Javi, lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes as he brought his soaked fingers to your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip as, opening your mouth for you to suck him clean, the warm and tangy taste of you still fresh on his skin.Â
âYou taste so fucking sweet, baby. Mi esposa sabes muy dulce.â (My wife tastes so sweet) Javi cooed, gently tugging his fingers out of your mouth, standing up to lean over the bed, caging your body under his as his lips crashed against yours in a needy mess of longing and desperation.Â
You could feel how painfully hard he was through the fabric of his shorts, his bulge straining against the seams of his zipper as he rubbed against your thigh, laying on top of you with one arm propped up beside your head, the other gently cupping your face, thumb rubbing back and forth along your cheek as he kissed you with the tender intensity that set your insides ablaze with desire, longing, no, needing to feel him buried deep inside you as you screamed his name.Â
It really had been your intention to suck Javi off the moment you had gotten back to your room, to drop to your knees and worship the beautifully handsome man you now got to call your husband and turn him into the same type of moaning, whimpering mess that he had just made you, but with the ferocity of each kiss and the instinctual jerk of Javiâs hips, there was nothing you wanted more than to be filled by the sweet sting of his cock pounding into you, over and over. Â
âJ-Javi, fuck- I need to feel you baby, please. Fuck, I wanna feel you so deep inside me.â You whispered, your teeth tugging at Javiâs earlobe as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses, feeling the audible groan in his chest at your request, followed by a deep sigh as he tried to compose himself from the mess he was already becoming.Â
âYeah? Thatâs what you want, sweet girl? Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.â He rasped, a devilish grin spread between his cheeks as he sat back to pull his shirt over his head, followed by his shorts and boxers, leaving him in nothing but the gold chain still dangling around his neck as he reached down to stroke his cock, red and dripping with precum before leaning back down to line up with your entrance.Â
You could feel your breath hitch as his tip brushed through your folds, rubbing gently against your clit as he collected your arousal to coat his length, looking down to watch as his length sunk deep into your cunt, the both of you letting out ragged moans at the sensation.Â
Javi paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sweet sting of his stretch as he filled you, his tip kissing your cervix while his hips met yours. The fullness made your brain go blank, completely at a loss for words as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, pulling himself out enough to sink his whole length back into your cunt, each thrust making you whimper and moan, desperate for more.Â
âF-fuck, give me more, baby, you feel so good.â You whined, your hand wrapping around his bicep, fingertips digging into his flexing muscles.Â
âYeah? You want more, Hermosa?â Javi mewled, smirking to himself at the blissed out mess you were already becoming as the pace of his hips rutting into you began to quicken.Â
As each thrust became faster, the gold chain draped around his neck began to bounce against his chest, his body close enough to yours to feel the cool metal brush against your face with each snap of his hips into yours, the sight of his necklace dangling over you as you stared up at the furrowed and focused look painting his face. The image alone of him wearing that chain was enough to make you feel like you were going to cum on the spot, but as you lay caged beneath the weight of his broad body, feeling nothing but his warm skin and chain rub against you, you were nearly convinced it was going to be over for you right then and there.Â
Without even thinking, you lifted your head up off the bed just enough to grab the chain between your teeth, tugging him closer to you, the sudden yank making his eyes go wide in surprise as the two of you came nose to nose, foreheads brushing against each other before his lips were on yours again, entangling you in an all consuming kiss without faltering in his pace.Â
âFuck, you look so good.â You moaned, your lips parting just enough from his to whisper your praises into his ear. âYou look so hot with this fucking chain, Jesus Christ.âÂ
Your comment had a low, breathy laugh escaping from his chest, shaking his head to himself almost in disbelief at how enthralled you were with him.Â
âMe? Baby girl, you have no idea.â He cooed, slowing his thrusts to sit back on his haunches, readjusting you to bring your knees pressed to your chest, leaning back down, running his hands along your body, up your arms until he had them above your head, pinned down to the bed in his grasp. âYou know how many guys Iâve seen staring at you since weâve been here? How many dirty fucking looks Iâve had to give them? Maybe this ring on your finger isnât enough, mi amor.âÂ
âW-what do you, fuck- what do mean?â You whimpered, the new position opening you up in a way that had you feeling every inch of Javi as he sank his cock even deeper into your cunt, splitting you open in the most delicious way possible, your brain barely working enough to let your words escape from your mouth.Â
âI mean,â Javi groaned, tightening his grip to hold you in place, his eyes growing darker with desire with another deep, long thrust into your heat, âThat maybe, I need to fuck a baby into, Osita. Fuck a baby into my beautiful fucking wife, and let everyone see that youâre mine with our kid growing inside you.âÂ
Javiâs words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought alone making you whimper- You and Javi both had undeniable cases of baby fever, and now that you were finally married and had agreed that your birth control wasnât going to be a part of your packing list, the prospect that in 9 months from now, you could have a third member to your family? That was enough to have you close to finishing right then and there.Â
 A gulp traveling down your throat before a long exhale, trying to find the words to respond to his proposition, your voice trembling in an anxious excitement.Â
âF-fuck- Oh my god, yes. Fuck a baby into me, Javi. Let me, oh shit- let me make you a daddy.âÂ
âJesus Fucking ChristâŠâ Javi groaned, gritting his teeth, trying his best to maintain his own composure, taking a long exhale before his gaze met yours again, a fierce kind of determination and promise pooling in the deep chocolate brown of his eyes, leaning his body on top of yours, pushing your knees closer to your chest, opening you up to an even deeper angle as his mouth crashed into yours, beginning to pick up his pace once again as his hips snapped into yours. âThatâs what you want, Hermosa? Fuck, Iâll give it to you, baby. Oh shit- Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets, remember? You want a baby? Fuck- Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you Iâll fuck a baby into you right now.âÂ
You could feel the all too familiar tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine once again, Javiâs cock pounding perfectly into your g-spot over and over again, the hairs at the base of his length grinding against your throbbing clit, sending you to the brink of collapse with each thrust in and out of your cunt.Â
âYes, oh my god- yes, I w-want it so bad. P-please, baby, fuck.â You whined, starting to stumble over your words as you could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his cock, the coil in your core tightening to the point of nearly snapping.Â
âFuck- say it again. Tell me- mierda- tell me how badly you want it.â Javi moaned, his thrusts becoming slopier and more desperate as he could feel himself on the verge of chasing his own high, knowing all too well you were almost hitting yours. Â
âI want you to fill me up, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- I want it so bad. I want you to knock me up and give me a baby, please, baby, oh my god- please.â You were all but panting at this point, your legs starting to tremble as your cunt clenched tighter and tighter around Javiâs cock, the overwhelming sensation of his fullness, promise of pregnancy, and that damn chain dangling in your face was enough to finally send you over the edge. âFuck, Javi, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Iâm so close baby, Iâm gonna, oh shit- Iâm gonna cu-ahhhhhhh.âÂ
Those were the last words you were able to muster before you were screaming out Javiâs name as you came, euphoria and ecstasy radiating through every inch of your body, your orgasm crashing through you with so much intensity you could have sworn you were seeing stars.Â
Watching you fall apart beneath him, soaking his cock in your arousal as you came had Javi only moments behind you, the rhythm of his hips beginning to stutter, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each others combined with your wanton moans and whimpers and curses under your breath making him begin to babble incoherently.Â
âThatâs it, Osita. Thatâs my good girl. Fucking soak my cock, baby. Cum all over me before I, fuck me- fuck myself so deep in you itâll fucking take. Holy fuck- Fuck, Iâm gonna cum too. Gonna fucking fill you up. Give you all of me. Fuck, Iâll give you everyting, baby, mierda- everything youâll ever wa-ahhhhhhâÂ
With one last final thrust, Javi was spilling deep inside you, warm ropes of his spend coating your walls, milking himself of every single last drop before collapsing on top of you, the warmth and weight and of his body sinking on top of your chest as the two you sighed in sync, trying to catch your breath with long, labored huffs.Â
As Javi felt himself begin to soften, a groan rumbled low in his chest while he pulled out, feeling the mix of your spend dripping out your hole, coating the inside of your thighs in glistening juices. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of fullness inside you, your head falling back on the mattress in blissed out satisfaction, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to bring yourself back to reality after floating away in post-colotial bliss.Â
âHoly fuckâŠâ You whispered to yourself, lifting your head back up to see Javi sitting back on his heels, admiring the mess of the two of you pooling between your legs.Â
âSo fucking pretty, Hermosa.â He mewled, peppering kisses down the soft skin of your thighs, making his way back towards your core. Before you could even realize what was happening, Javiâs head was back between your legs, one broad stroke of his tongue collecting the tangy, salty mixture leaking out of your cunt and lapping it back into your entrance quickly replacing his mouth with his fingers to push the mixture of your spend even further into you.Â
Looking up at you, slick covering his mustache and smug grin spread between his cheeks, Javi curled his fingers just enough to make you yelp as he pressed against your g-spot, considering how worked up and overstimulated you already were.Â
âGotta make sure I keep you full of me, baby. Canât let anything go to waste.â Javi smirked, gently pulling out his fingers, resting his hands on your thighs, drawing soft circles on your skin with his thumbs.Â
You tried to sit back up, propping yourself on your elbows before Javiâs body was caging over you once again, slowly lowering himself down until your back was flat against the bed, cradling your jaw as guided you down with soft, slow kisses, feeling his chain brush against your chin he pulled away from your lips.Â
âYouâre not going anywhere, Momma. My wife wants a baby? Then Iâm doing everything I can to give her one. Whatever she wants.â Javi smirked, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead as his hand caressed your face, brushing your skin just gently enough to tickle you, a little giggle escaping from your lips as your eyes met his sweet puppy dog ones.Â
âYouâre ridiculous, you menace.â You laughed, playfully nudging Javi as he rolled over next to you on the side of the bed, wrapping his arm around you, tugging you to lay against his bare chest, your hand draping over his stomach before crawling up his chest, wrapping his gold chain around your fingers. âHmmmm whatever your wife wants, huh?â You smirked, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.Â
âWhatever she wants, Hermosa.â
âYour wife wants you to never take this damn thing off again.âÂ
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fill with fire, exhale desire, m | jjk
pairing(s):Â jungkook x reader
summary: He smokes cigarettes. You hate it. You always have a lighter in your pocket. He is pissed off because it isn't for him, you say. So much is said, but the truth is in the silence.
wc: 26.7k; warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smoking cigarettes, negative attitudes about smoking, quitting smoking; mentions of misogyny in South Korea; slow burn; constant bickering, tbh; smut (fem reader, striptease (?), heavy making out, scratching, penetrative sex, he puts his hand over her mouth and she licks it, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering); non-idol!AU - smoker, pining, bratty!JK x cold, independent, insomniac!reader; reader's POV
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âGot a light?â
You reached in your pocket and pulled out the lighter that you always kept on you. It had a dragon insignia etched into the black metal. Heavy and substantial. Serious enough to bruise if thrown with enough force. You flicked it open with your thumb and raised it.
Jeon Jungkook leaned in, holding a cigarette between his lips expectantly.
You made your distaste evident in your expression.
He smirked.
You pressed the button and the orange flame shot up. Burning paper and tobacco. The end of the cigarette glowed red. You pulled your hand away, flicking your wrist to extinguish the flame. Slipped it back into your pocket and resumed not looking at him. You heard him inhale with a satisfied sigh before bleeding out smoke to the sky.
âYou smoke too?â
âFuck no,â you snapped. âIâm not disgusting.â
There was a sharp sucking sound of Jungkookâs incredulous annoyance. âHm. Then the lighterâs just for me, huh?â His voice was throaty with nicotine. You hadnât moved away yet. He nudged your shoulder with his knuckles. You didnât react. âYou like me that much?â
You could smell the fumes in the air even though he was attempting to be careful about it. That was the thing about smoke. It got everywhere. A gaseous parasite. You didnât reply. Instead, you stuck your hands in your denim jacket pockets and acted as if he wasnât there. Predictably, not a single person looked your way, even with your pleated blue plaid miniskirt was grazing the bottom of your ass and your black pleather corset showing off the ample curve of your breasts.
No one wanted to deal with the big tattooed guard dog smoking just behind you.
He was trying to stand close but not too close. You wondered if Jungkook was aware of how much subtilty he lacked. He likely had no clue. He called your name, casually, desperate for some sort of attention.
âJust say it.â
You turned your head maybe an iota of a degree in his direction, glaring at him from under your black baseball cap. Seething.
âThe lighter is not for you, Jeon Jungkook.â
His lips twisted into a pout. He ran a hand through his shaggy black hair which definitely worked on other people. Just not you. He held the lit cigarette away from you, and so you spared him a little more of your gaze, pivoting your black boot to view him at an angle.
âYouâre lying,â he asserted with false confidence. âYouâve always got it when I ask.â
You raised an eyebrow. âDoesnât mean that itâs for you. Could be for someone else.â
This revelation did not pacify him. The opposite, actually. His brows knitted together. The corner of your lips ticked upward. This pissed him off even more as you seemed to imply scenarios that he very much did not like. You were curious on what how he would approach it.
âYeah, right. Sure.â He took a quick drag and blew it towards the sky. His dark eyes locked on you. He called your bluff. âYou donât like smoking. Thereâs no way you would hang out with anyone else who does. You already told me thatâs the reason weâre not dating.â Uncertainty etched into his stern expression. â⊠Right?â
You tilted your head at him.
You watched your silence infuriate Jungkook. He puffed up his chest a little, which was admittedly impressive even in his oversized black t-shirt. He had big pectoral muscles. He had picked up working out to add an addiction in attempt to subtract one. He did smoke less in your presence. But not zero.
âRight?â
He was being very demanding and prissy right now.
You pursed your lips and sucked on the side of your teeth. Then you said, âYup. Thatâs the only reason.â
Despair ghosted over his features. He glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. There was slightly more than three-fourths left. His eyes went from you to the concrete sidewalk and then back again. You frowned.
âDonât even think about littering,â you warned.
He clicked his tongue and flicked ash behind him. âSo? Who is it?â
âWho is who?â You taunted back in the same irked tone, minus the underlying insecurity.
âThe other person youâre cheating on me with,â Jungkook snapped.
You werenât bothered by his fury. âIâm not cheating on you if youâre not my boyfriend to begin with.â
He shot you a look that could have scalded most. âAnd whose fault is that?â
âYours.â
âTch, then be my girlfriend and take them from me.â
âNot how this works,â you countered, shifting your stance away from him. Slight panic flashed over his features. You ignored it. âMy bus is coming soon.â
âUgh,â he tutted. âI hate that you go to concerts alone.â
âWell, maybe if you didnât spend your money on smokes, you could join me.â
âI asked,â he growled. âI have the money. You said no.â
You sent him a soulless smile. âBecause you smoke.â
Jungkook looked ready to put out the cigarette on his own arm. But you were already backing away. He half-followed, still talking.
âYouâre going dressed like that? Youâre going to get groped.â
You did your best to not call him stupid. You settled for an eye-roll. âWhy do you think I stuck around after you asked for a light?â You stopped. So did he, avoiding closeness. He looked confused. âMen stay away from me when they smell smoke on my clothes. Either I smoke or Iâve got a boyfriend who does. Either way, not attractive.â
He flinched at your double-edged comment. Then, with a measured amount of bravery, Jungkook took a step forward and tapped your chest with his hand that held the cigarette. You made a displeased face. A tendril of smoke drifted upwards for the suspended second that he held his fingertips to your skin. You narrowed your eyes at him. He backed up, lifting both hands up in defeat. He licked his lower lip, looking down at you.
âIf the lighterâs not for me, then whatâs it for?â
There was a metal screech of heavy brakes behind you, closer to the street.
You glared up at him, wishing he picked better addictions.
Only time could tell.
âArson,â you replied, and turned around to step onto the bus, leaving Jungkook alone once again. He would tire of it soon enough.
-
You scowled.
âWhy the fuck are you here?â
The crowd was parting as you were heading to the train station. Just before you were meant to enter, a man approached you with a plastic bag and a bottle of water. He looked almost as aggravated as you felt. His hands were occupied so for once he couldnât ask for a light.
âIs that any way to greet someone waiting for you?â Jeon Jungkook growled.
You were far from impressed. âDid I ask you to wait for me?â You answered yourself. âNo, I didnât. So, youâre the stalker here.â
His dark eyes shifted over the passerby you had no interest in. He looked back at you with a peeved expression. âBetter me than an actual creep.â
âSpoiler alert: you are an actual creep.â
You kept your distance, wary, and made to walk around him. Something flashed in his gaze but he shut his eyes and sucked in the side of his cheek with a sharp sound. His body turned, semi-following you. You noticed he was wearing a black leather jacket, a different cream shirt, and dark olive cargo pants. Same black sneakers from earlier though. His black hair seemed faintly damp. He must have taken a shower. Perhaps he went to work out while you were gone for hours.
âAt least take the water and food,â Jungkook scoffed, holding out the items. âYouâre probably dehydrated and hungry. Donât your feet hurt from standing so long?â
âWhatâs it to you?â
âNothing.â
You stopped and stared him down. He rolled his eyes. He seemed hurt. It didnât matter if he was avoiding your gaze; you could tell. There was no reason to soften your tone, but at the very least you reached out and took the water bottle from him. The condensation felt nice on your palm already. You unscrewed the cap with a cold expression and heard the plastic crack. He hadnât tempered with it, at least. A part of you felt bad for assuming the worst, but, then again, this was South Korea. You took a sip and pointed with the cap to the plastic bag.
âWhat food?â
Jungkook started, diverting his peek at your reaction in hopes you didnât notice. You had. âPan-fried tteokbokki,â he mumbled.
One of your favorites. At least he used his ears sometimes. âYou really balled out, huh. How much I owe you?â
He took offense. âYou think I donât make enough money to treat you?â
âWhat do you need to treat me for?â
âArenât we friends?â Jungkook shot back.
You were mid-sip when the damage was already done. You saw him freeze up and then quickly look away. People walking past were giving you both weird looks, splitting around the two of you as a river does to a pesky rock stuck in the middle. You lowered the water bottle. He shoved his free hand into his front pant pocket. His knuckles indented the fabric. You looked from them, to back up to his face. His brows were knitted together and he appeared to be biting back an insult.
Or something else.
You reached for the bag.
Hooked your fingers around the handles. He didnât let go. Nor acknowledge you. You tugged lightly. He remained an immovable statue. You took a step forward and pulled up, turning your face away from his chest in the process.
Jungkook whipped his head back and glared down at you.
His grip tightened. You pressed your lips together as the side of your fingers touched the side of his. He smelled fresh. He had definitely showered. The stale scent of his cigarette from earlier still lingered on your denim jacket. You shifted your eyes and made eye contact. Close. Not touching, though. Just enough for a misunderstanding that wasnât going to happen because both of you were crystal clear on your stances.
He let go of the bag.
The weight fell onto your fingers.
He was searching for the words but you interrupted his thoughts.
âYou gonna make sure I get home safe?â you asked.
He looked away. âDonât be stupid.â Tightened his jaw. âWhat kind of man would I be if I just let you wander around at night by yourself?â
You watched his profile. He didnât turn back. You stepped back. His eyes followed, as unnoticeable as he believed, and you let him have that, choosing instead to start walking.
âMight as well eat while itâs warm. I could sit down for a bit.â
You didnât look back to see if he was after you. You heard him bite back his reply and swiftly pivot, and then it was both you against the night of blaring headlights and a dissipating crowd, feeling two kinds of alone despite all the people around. You ended up at the underground food court. Probably where he purchased the tteokbokki to begin with. Found a table and unwrapped the container. A paper-sleeved wooden skewer was tucked against the lid.
Jungkook threw himself into the seat across from you and pulled out his phone, beginning his doomscrolling.
It was still warm. Lightly spicy. Probably a bit too heavy for late night but that was why it tasted better than usual. You caught his darting glimpse as you ate. Raised an eyebrow. He pretended not to notice. Or was it that he pretended not to care? You raised the skewer and tilted it towards him. He continued to ignore you even though his body was halfway turning.
âWant one?â
âIâm fine,â he instantly answered. Almost smugly.
You knew what he was doing. Still, you acted as if you didnât. âI canât eat it all anyway. Donât waste.â
Those dark brown orbs shifted back. His eyebrows furrowed. He did his best to sound annoyed. âYou donât eat enough.â
âEven if I didnât, I should eat something healthier,â you pointed out, keeping your face neutral.
He reached for the skewer and you pierced one of the rice cakes instead. Soaking it in the sauce and holding it out. Jungkook locked eyes with you. You slid the container closer so he could lean over it.
He took the skewer from your fingers and fed himself.
All while staring at you.
The eye contact was broken by his eyes closing. Enjoying the food. Crispy, warm, spicy. Chewy on the inside, in that satisfying way that one could enjoy the seeping heat all over the tongue. He stabbed another and ate that too, without asking. You hadnât expected him to. You hadnât expected him to do any of this, actually. You drank another sip of water.
âIâll take the train home.â
âI donât think so,â Jungkook grumbled with full cheeks, sliding the container back to you and shoving the wooden skewer in your hand. His brief touch lingered. You searched for his expression but he covered the lower half of his face with his other hand, keeping his eyes shut and chewing as he spoke. âI came on my bike. Iâll drop you off at your place.â
Now that was sounding a little too familiar. âIâll be fine on my own. Iâve done it before.â
He cracked open an eye and you could tell he was frowning even though his hair had fallen over his temples. âJust because youâve done it before doesnât mean itâs smart or safe.â
He underestimated your resting psycho bitch face. You speared two pieces of tteokbokki and crammed them in your mouth. Chewed with irritation. You swallowed. âNo one is out to get me.â
Those three-quarter moons remained unconvinced. âThat you know of.â
You raised your eyebrows and moved to continue eating. âYou watch too much true crime.â
âYou donât watch enough. You are the one that should be cautious,â Jungkook retorted.
âI am cautious.â You glanced at him above pan-fried rice cake. âBut you canât live always being afraid of possible horrors. If I did that, well, I would sleep even worse than I already do.â
You ate.
Jungkook lowered his eyes and went pensively silent.
There wasnât anything to say. You cleaned up. Threw away the remains appropriately. Began to walk with him subtly leading the way. The night felt darker. Quieter. The concert crowd was gone and now the streets were full of night owls on their own lonely missions. You pretended passersby parted to let you and him through. The more likely answer was avoidance though. There wasnât anything that friendly about Jungkookâs rigid presence and your inherently cold one.
In a parking lot now.
His black and chrome motorcycle was parked. A beast in its own right. Lately, you had been thinking of his addictions. Tattoos. Motorcycles. Cigarettes. Chasing after the un-chasable. Was he simply a thrill seeker or was he attempting to break an internal perfection that he had been living by for far too long? Or just doing anything that came to mind to try and feel something? You stopped walking when he did. He did his thing. And then Jungkook held out a lump of black fabric to you.
You raised your eyebrows.
He half-shrugged. âYou canât get on the bike in that skirt.â
He was right. You didnât want him to be right. You took the lump that turned out to be a pair of his sweatpants. The Nike ones he usually wore to work out. You made a face. He rolled his eyes as he produced the helmet.
âTheyâre clean,â he huffed. âI ainât nasty.â
You had quite a few comebacks for that but you kept your mouth shut. You wondered if he noticed how he slipped out of his practiced Seoul dialect for half a sentence. You noticed. You averted your eyes. It was late. The adrenaline was wearing off to soreness. You could only give about a ratâs ass of a fuck right now. Fuck it. You started bending down.
âWoah!â
All of a sudden you felt a strong grip on your forearm, pulling you back up and dragging you forward, sandwiching you in between the large motorcycle and Jungkookâs scowl, quickly letting go once you glared. You narrowed your eyes. He gave you a disapproving frown.
âIâm wearing shorts under this,â you hissed under his chin.
âBooty shorts, maybe,â he snapped back. âAlso, shorts or not, they donât hide your shape. Idiot.â
He was wrong. You were wearing black boyshort-style panties. Semantics. Instead of bending down, you raised one leg to lower the inner zipper of your boots. Immediately, Jungkook caught your shoulder, steadying you. You didnât thank him. You glowered. He glowered back as you undid the other one. You stomped down and bunched up the legs of the sweatpants, first sticking in one foot and then the other, doing a little dance in and out of your boots, before forcefully yanking them up your legs. He didnât let you fall, but he also didnât look either, swiftly turning his head to stare out into the street. There was a brief moment where you had to decide to tuck in your skirt or let it flare out over the top of the pants. You opted for the latter, straightening and smoothing out the pleats over the crotch of his borrowed sweatpants.
He glanced back and frowned.
You noticed. âWhat?â
His eyes drifted up. Brow knitted together. He let go of your shoulder. âNot fair that you look cute,â he muttered.
âI look dumb as hell.â You bent over and rezipped your boots, adding under your breath, âBut itâs better than nothing. I guess.â You stood up again.
There was a shifty, expectant silence.
You wanted to go home and sleep. At the same time, you wanted to be awake. Jungkook hesitated for a moment and then handed you the helmet in his hands before circling around you to grab the other one he had stored, leaving you to figure that shit out on your own. He avoided your gaze as surely as you did his. The whole scene looked less weird that it felt. You heard the engine purr to life. He said something and you ignored him, buttoning up your jacket so your valuables wouldnât fall out. Not your best look, however, you had not planned any of this in any capacity.
Jungkook was already seated, his long legs extended to the asphalt to steady himself.
âSo, youââ
You placed your hand on his bicep and stepped onto the footpeg, nimbly swinging your leg over to balance behind him. Underneath your hand, you felt him stiffen as you settled, sliding your other arm around his back and temporarily landing on his hip before you removed the hand on his upper arm to grip his waist.
âO⊠Oh.â
He cleared his throat.
âIâm good,â you confirmed even though he hadnât asked.
He felt warm and solid and you did your best to ignore it.
âR-Right.â A pause before he said, âHold on, alright?â
You squeezed his waist.
âMhm.â
Jungkook took you home.
-
âIâll get the pants back later,â he said as you handed him the helmet back. âGo on up.â
You observed him. Jungkook did his best to be calm and not jittery. He gave you a strange look, realizing that you were analyzing him. He had killed the engine so he didnât have to shout. He cradled the helmet you had borrowed with one hand, the other on the handle of his motorcycle for a moment before using it to raise the visor to uncover his dark eyes.
You paused.
Then, you unbuttoned your denim jacket, reaching into the inner pocket for your lighter.
You held it out to Jungkook.
He glanced at it, and then at you.
You ticked your head. âYouâll need a light again. Inevitably. Take it.â
His gaze sharpened. He looked away quickly, and you could tell by the contortion of his features that he was shoving his tongue into his cheek, letting out an annoyed huff. Then, he shook his head, as if your audacity was something to behold. Jungkook then transferred the helmet to the crook of his arm and shoved his dominant, tattooed hand into the inner pocket of his leather jacket, ripping out a slightly crumpled cigarette box with one corner torn open.
He slapped it over your dragon lighter.
âShit.â
You stared at your palm. And then at him. Jungkook glared back, exhaling hard.
âTake âem,â he mumbled. His Busan dialect was even more obvious now. His voice was gruff and his manner blunted. âJust fuckinâ take them.â
âI donât want these,â you retorted.
âYeah?â His eyes narrowed to daggers. âNeither should I.â His eyes shifted down and then back up. âInevitably. Youâre so fucking full of it.â
You almost flung both objects at his face. Almost. Yet something made you reconsider. Something about Jungkookâs demeanor shifted. He tried to keep his tone sharp but it was dulled by his body language. He cocked his chin in the most falsely cocky way.
âYou think Iâm gonna want âem?â
Your gazes locked.
âThen Iâll have to come to you to get âem.â
You pursed your lips. âIâm going to throw them away.â
He dared you. âDo it.â
âYouâll waste your money and time.â
âAnd Iâll be reminded youâll never let me live it down,â Jungkook growled. âIâll think twice before putting myself through that fire.â
Silence.
Eye to eye.
You held his stare.
Then, you lowered your hand, clutching his cigarettes and your lighter, backing away, and quickly spinning on your heel, striding into your apartment building. You punched in the code. Behind you, you heard the swift kick of an engine roar and then a fading zip away as you yanked open the glass door. You didnât look back. You pocketed Jeon Jungkookâs cigarettes.
-
Nights later, you sat on the floor next to your bed, flicking your lighter on and off to kill the flame and revive it. Over. And over. You stared at the tiny orange burst. Then extinguished it. Then ignited it again. Such a small light. So fragile and yet so capable of burning this entire apartment down. You breathed out. Fixated on the dancing flame. Time passed.
You sat in silence.
You snapped the lid closed, snuffing it out.
The room was semi-dark. Your bedside table lamp was the only light on. The curtains were open, giving you a view of the city skyline etched into the black sky. The area was actually pretty quiet. You got lucky with a neighborhood full of older folks who mostly minded their own damn business. The apartments were older in a homely sort of way. The most telling trait of the apartment complex was the general unease in the air. Probably because some of the older folks had died in their apartments before. People could be superstitious like that. Maybe you were too. You just didnât see it as a negative.
Which said a lot about you.
You looked up to your nightstand. Next to the dingy chrome base of your lamp was an open pack of cigarettes. The box was missing maybe three or four of them, you guessed. You hadnât torn it open to confirm.
Behind your head, your phone began to vibrate.
You lifted your hand and placed your lighter on the nightstand. The lines of the dragon engraving caught the low light, casting shadows over it. Your hand pivoted and you felt around the bed. Found the smoothness of the screen and pulled your phone to you, lowering it to your lap before looking at the caller ID. You frowned slightly once you noticed the time. That late, huh? And this person almost never called or texted. Well. At least not to you.
You accepted the call and brought it to your ear out of habit.
âYa. You,â mumbled the slurred, distorted voice of Jeon Jungkook.
You responded just as politely. âWhat?â
He let out a huff. There was a fair bit of rustling and maybe the sound of glass on table. âI want you to know something.â You didnât reply to that. It wasnât a question. He paused anyway. Maybe expecting you to reprimand him. You stayed silent. âAh, fuck.â He exhaled hard into the microphone. You held your phone slightly away from your ear even though you couldnât smell the alcohol on his breath. âLook. Iâm not drinking because I need a smoke.â You doubted it. âI just felt like drinking. Itâs Friday.â He wasnât wrong. âI⊠I get it, okay? I get why you donât like it. Makes sense and all. IâŠâ He trailed off again, struggling to find the words. âBut Iâm not like you. Iâm not. I donât have my shit together.â
âI donât have my shit together,â you interjected. Should be obvious from you answering his call perfectly awake at three in the morning. He didnât seem to be thinking rationally at the moment though. If he ever did.
âFuck off.â He lost control of his Seoul dialect. Kept going back and forth between upstanding citizen and gruff Busan satoori. You wondered if he was aware. Probably not. âYou have it way more together than me. Iâm fuckinâ trying. Ugh.â His tone tightened. âItâs not⊠Itâs not how you think it is. Itâs not.â
You werenât sure you thought it was anything but you let him talk. Nothing else to do, after all.
âI have great parents, you know.â He sighed. Despondently annoyed. âTheyâre awesome. I wanted to be a good son. Thatâs⊠I mean, doesnât everybody? I listened to them. I listened to be teachers. I listened to my classmates. I wanted to be a good person, so I did everything asked of me from others.â His voice deepened to a soft growl.
âBut⊠People take. I didnât even realize it.â
You realized that Jungkook sounded sad.
âThey take when they know you give. And I gave, because my parents taught me to be a good person and I didnât want to disappoint them by people calling me heartless or cruel. ButâŠâ Mumbled something you didnât catch. Cleared his throat. âIt was becoming too much. I got fed up. I had to start saying no. But not before I had already said yes to a lot of stuff that I shouldnât have said yes to. I had already developed bad habits by then.â
A few seconds of silence.
You broke it. âYouâre too easily influenced,â you accused.
âYeah, fuck me,â Jungkook grumbled. âFuck me for not knowing that there are people are out there donât have my best interests at heart and want to see me fucked up because they feel some type of way. My bad.â
You figured that was common sense. But maybe not. Maybe not, considering the way he talked about his parents. You pushed back your own personal biases despite their intrusive nature.
âIs your family disappointed in you?â you quietly asked.
âMe?â He let out a humorless laugh. âNo. No, theyâre supportive. Even if they donât like my tattoos or the piercings or whatever, no one has ever made me feel shit about it. Everyone is positive. Even began to like those things about me when most elders would lose their shit.â He sighed. âBut⊠I still didnât quit the cigarettes. Just didnât smoke around them, because I didnât want to see my mom sad. But still. I didnât even want to try to quit.â
A moment of reluctance.
âUntil⊠Until I met you,â sighed Jungkook, his deep voice heavy.
Was that supposed to be flattering? You didnât have time to ponder it.
âHmph⊠Iâm so envious of you.â A light thud. More rustling. He sounded a little muffled and a lot out of it. âYouâre never ruffled. No matter what anyone says or does, youâre always yourself. You donât relent even when I act like a prick. Itâs so⊠Hah. I canât do that.â He sounded defeated. âI try to not care too. Iâm trying. Iâm trying so fucking hard. The second I think Iâve got it, yes, this is me, I remember itâs not. Itâs not. I just copied someone else I saw that I thought⊠Copying you⊠Youâre right. Lots of people told me to quit. Or keep going, itâs not that bad. They can all fuck right off, untilâŠâ
A weak shuffle and then you could barely hear the whisper in between the phone lines. His face was seemingly buried into something. He sounded both far away and so very close at once.
âWhat am I doingâŠ? It doesnât⊠Doesnât make sense.â
You almost said something. It wasnât the right time. You shifted your position on the floor, leaning back against the bed. He must have heard that you were still on the other side of the line. He dragged more strength into his voice. As much as he could muster, anyway.
âHowâŠâ He shuddered. Whispered your name under his breath in the same way sailors called to stars to navigate the sea on a cold night. âYou told me I should quit and⊠Yeah. I know youâre right. I know. I⊠The other nightâŠâ
The night you attempted to give him your lighter to keep.
Jungkook sniffed. âYou canât⊠Doesnât matter. Doesnât matter how you do it,â he mumbled. âYou do. You just do. And so do I. I gotta just do.â
You finally spoke.
âYes,â you sighed. âThatâs the truth.â
Cradled the phone, leaning it against your temple.
âThe world doesnât care.â He sounded resigned but no longer on the edge. âEveryone just does what they wanna do.â
A long pause. For some reason, you had the impression that both of you were curled up somewhere at home suddenly feeling not at home. Maybe it was the time of the night. Or the alcohol on his end. Or the insomnia on your end. The long seconds marched on. Then, Jungkook asked you a question with a statement.
âI wish I knew what⊠What I wanna do.â
Silence.
You half-smiled knowing he couldnât see it. Preferred, actually, that he didnât. âGonna be honest,â you chuckled. âI donât know what I want to do. I follow my instincts and accept wherever I end up.â
He snorted. Haughtily. It was meant to dent to your demeanor and it was about as effective as a puff of popcorn. âOf course. Hah.â Exhaled hard, taking the fight out of himself. âYou really⊠You really donât knowâŠ?â
You debated what you did and didnât know. âAbout what?â
An irritated huff. Something about your tone seemingly made him hesitate, though. He caught the gist of what was unsaid. Maybe it was because he was drunk. Sober Jungkook could never.
âIf.â Just that. If. âAhâŠâ
He breathed out your name. It was very late. The darkness was at its peak. But Jeon Jungkook breathed your name with the capacity of a dreamer, half-conscious and losing fast.
âI wonât let it end like this.â
There were a few minutes of quiet.
You hung up before he could start snoring in your ear. A small part of you kind of wanted to hear it. But, instead, you hung up. Placed your phone on your lap. Stared straight ahead, to the windowsill and the peek of the city skyline against a black sky. You thought about his voice on the other end. Calling for you. You sat in silence. Night bled away. You wanted to reach for the lighter again. Your instincts told you not to.
So, you hoisted yourself up and crawled under your covers, giving in to exhaustionâs embrace.
-
The next time you saw Jeon Jungkook was an evening at a convenience store. It was a coincidence. Or perhaps one of fateâs great jokes. You spied him the second you walked into the small establishment. He was talking to a tall man with a sun-kissed tan and longish black hair in soft curls. They obviously knew each other. Jungkookâs laugh was his typical bright guffaw that he tried to stifle to not be a public disturbance.
For a second, you almost forgot that call from a few nights ago.
You looked away, heading to the other side of the store.
Before you did, though, he had glanced in your direction and done a double-take. You moved into an aisle, out of sight, heading to the back, changing your original intent for being here. This particular convenience store was family-owned. It had a small section where the ownerâs wife prepared fresh gimbap daily. You wondered how many people knew about this, because it was always stocked. Maybe they preferred to buy from bigger stores, not trusting a small business. You grabbed a tray of heftily-filled tuna gimbap before heading to the fridge section for drinks.
Jungkook was standing there.
You pulled back into the aisle.
His back had been to you, so he didnât have the chance to notice. Half-in the fridge, picking something out among the electrolyte replenishers and flavored waters. He carried a black backpack that seemed heavy with things. Workout stuff, you assumed. His companion earlier had a towel around his shoulders and had worn a red tank top with exaggerated armholes, revealing a built chest and defined arms. Jungkookâs black hair looked slightly damp, possibly sweaty, pushed back and away from his forehead. He was wearing an open navy hoodie, white tank top, gray sweatpants, and white sneakers. It was safe to assume the backpack had workout shit in it. You wondered where the other guy was. He had been very tall. Easy to spot over the tops of the aisles, but he seemed to no longer be in the store. He must have left, then. No one to distract Jungkook any longer. Hm. You still wanted a drink, but.
Not that badly.
You zipped your black hoodie over your exposed stomach once you noticed the cashier was the elderly woman. You probably would have zipped it no matter who it was. The older generation just tended to be less subtle about their judgements. You approached the register and she smiled, greeting you. You slid the tuna gimbap over to her.
He was behind you.
You glanced at the glass behind the cashier. The cabinet held various brands of cigarettes. It was very well-polished, and you could see Jungkook behind you, sternly staring at the back of your head. You turned around.
He shot you a questioning look, furrowing his eyebrows.
âThe total isââ
In his hands was a big bottle. Some kind of sports drink. You took it from him, and put it next to your tuna gimbap. The old woman didnât quite register the speed of your action, blinking several times.
âSorry,â you said. âCould you please add this too? Thank you.â
Clearly, she could only focus at one thing at a time. She did not realize you had snatched the drink from the man behind you, which would immediately raise eyebrows. Instead, the older woman was preoccupied with searching for the barcode, turning the bottle this way and that, poking the scanner against it.
Adding it to your receipt.
You felt a hand on your shoulder.
You pulled out your card as the cashier stated your new total. Tapped it as Jungkook hissed your name under his breath, but you ignored him, accepting the purchase as the cashier carefully packed up your meal and someone elseâs drink in the same small clear plastic bag. She smiled her customer service smile and then noticed the disheveled punk behind you with a slight widening of her eyes.
You thanked her again and wished her a nice day before gripping his hoodie sleeve and dragging him with you.
Immediately let go when you exited the establishment, finally paying heed to the muttering of curses behind you. You reached into the thin plastic bag and pulled out his drink, pivoting slightly to give it to him. Jungkook snatched it from your hand, scowling.
âI donât need your fuckinâ charity,â he snapped.
You wondered if he even remembered his drunken laments. âItâs not charity.â You affixed an impassive expression. âNot for you, anyway. Just making it easier for the cashier.â You began to take a few steps in the direction you needed to go.
He scoffed, âWhat are you doing, anyway?â and cocked his chin at you. âStalking me now?â
You wondered if he was wishing for that. âIâm retrieving dinner like everybody else at this hour. âCept you, I guess,â you added, unzipping your hoodie again even though the sun was dropping fast.
âWhat theââ
And Jungkook quickly jogged up beside you, shielding your body with his.
âThe hell you doing?â
You glared but didnât stop walking. âWhat?â Impolitely.
He pointed to your sports bra with a flick of his wrist. âUh, you canât leave the house like that.â
âI already have,â you pointed out. His eyes were glued to your sports bra and the low-waisted black Nike sweatpants clinging to your hips.
âAnd you think nothing is going to happen to you?â Jungkook indignantly shot back, blocking your way and darting his gaze around as if offenders were already on the horizon.
âWhether it does or not has no bearing on what Iâm wearing,â you dryly replied. He was repeating a tale as old as time. Not that that made it any less real. It was all heard before, though. âYou act like I havenât lived for decades knowing the horrors of the world.â
His expression changed. Still frustrated. Slightly put off by your wording. And, sadly, comprehension. âThatâs not what I mean.â
âThatâs what youâre coming off as.â
âNot my intention,â he grumbled.
âIntentions donât mean much in the face of what actually happens,â you said, glancing at him.
He shut up.
You almost regretted spilling your honesty.
âSorry,â he said softly.
He seemed beaten down by your response. Eventually he shook his head and ran his free hand through his windswept black hair, trying to sneak a glimpse at your face. You were already staring at him. That threw him off. He looked away, flustered.
âCan I at least accompany you back?â he offered. Awkwardly.
You ticked your head. You knew that his gym was near that convenience store. âDonât you live around here?â He had mentioned it, once. âI need to take the bus.â Earlier, you were aware that there was definitely a chance for you would run into him once you chose your destination. But it was the closest spot to buy liquor, and you hadnât felt like traveling further. Then the original plan changed once you encountered Jungkook. Remembering all that made you pause. You diverted your gaze, adding, âForget it. Go home.â
Monotone.
Your dismissal clearly annoyed him. He let out an exaggerated exhale and blocked you again when you tried to walk around him. You narrowed your eyes but didnât raise your head. His tank top was tight, revealing the contours of his muscle. The shoulder of his hoodie had slid down, exposing part of his tattoo sleeve. Dark rings of petals in a hypnotizing mandala. The artist was talented enough to make you pause to admire. Then you swiftly looked away, anywhere else, shifting to his jaw. He stuck his tongue in his cheek and steeled himself.
âFine.â He came to a conclusion, apparently. âI need a smoke.â
A ripple of aggravation shot through your temple. You turned your stare to fixate on Jungkook. He glared back, twice as stubborn.
âYou serious?â you snarled. âGo back to the store then and buy some yourself.â
He rolled his eyes. âThe fuck is the point of giving them to you, then?â
You jerked back, disgusted. âI didnât fucking want them, asshole.â
âYeah, well,â he pressed, becoming more resolute by the second. âThat was the deal.â
You planted a palm on his chest and shoved him out of your way. Unbelievable. âThere was no fucking deal,â you retorted, walking fast. He kept up because he was an annoying prick. You glowered, bristling at his presence. âWhat? You think you can do whatever you want, Jeon Jungkook?â The audacity of this bitch. âIâm not gonna fuckinâ give them to you anyway. So, promptly, fuck off.â
His fingertips touched your shoulder.
You yanked your body back as if scalded.
âDonât touch me.â
He pulled his hand out of the air but didnât back down. Those dark brown eyes narrowed. His lips thinned. Anger clouded his features. And. You felt your icy composure become brittle when you observed the distressed sadness poorly hidden underneath said anger.
A tense stillness.
âTheyâll kill you,â you steely stated.
His gaze shifted. Contorted. The expression of all too well.
âYeah.â He exhaled hard. âThatâs the truth.â
Then his eyes drifted back to you.
All the fight in the air drained out. Neither of you dared to speak. There were volumes written within this shared quiet. Strangers walked past, sending you both strange looks. You and him were too busy being struck in three-in-the-morning thoughts shared during an impromptu phone call. You looked away. So did he. There was a loud screech of metal and heavy tires on asphalt. You didnât say anything. You only had time for an instinctive decision.
You tapped Jungkookâs forearm and waved, quickly running to catch up with the bus.
Less than a minute later, him and you stiffly sat next to each other on worn seats, trying your best not to glance at one another or make eye contact with anyone else. It was mostly successful, other than a strong-smelling middle-aged man that was eyeing everybody a little too closely. He settled on you for an unknown but undoubtably nefarious reason. Jungkook shoved you against the side of the bus and firmly put his backpack in his lap, blocking the view of your torso from the strangerâs perspective. Either the random man noticed the silent hostility or lacked object permeance when drunk. He changed course.
Both of you relaxed slightly.
You zipped up your hoodie anyway. Couldnât hurt. You lifted your head. By mistake, your eyes locked with Jungkookâs. He looked like he wanted to say something but he stayed mute for now. It was a quiet bus ride, leaving both of you in roads of thought neither of you wanted to be in.
-
âYou can go home now.â
Jungkook reminded you. âI need a smoke, remember?â
You held your apartment keys and frowned at him. He gave you a casual shrug you didnât trust. He held onto his backpack and the drink you had bought him, now half-empty. You turned away, licking the side of your teeth. Glanced from all the closed doors around you. You couldnât shake the tension at your shoulders. Passed by his face. There was something in his expression. You let out an exhale through your nose and shoved your key into the lock, harshly twisting it.
âFine. Go look for them,â you invited not-so-invitingly.
The door was old and jammed in the frame. You shoved it, hard, and it swung open with almost too much force. You grabbed the knob before it could hit the wall in a practiced motion, crossing the threshold to remove your shoes and scoot them by the wall. He followed, somewhat startled by your daily habits. You ignored him. Instead, you headed for the tiny kitchen with your tuna gimbap, intending to devour it as Jungkook did his search. Chopsticks from the drawer. Taking out the tray of food and placing it on the counter while you balled up the plastic bag to put it in the correct recycling bin. Yanked off the lid and picked up the end piece to eat.
You chewed.
It was fresh. Pretty good.
Without turning around, you removed your hoodie and threw it to the side. It shot to the back of the sofa and clumped. You kept eating. You had already heard Jungkook lock the door, remove his shoes, and dump his backpack on the hardwood floor with a thump. The cigarettes were exactly where you left them. Next to your bedside table lamp with your lighter leaning against them. You ate another piece, staring at the bottom of your gray-stained cabinets, and only now realizing how hungry you were. Huh.
It was eerily quiet.
Weird.
You chewed on your third piece and twisted your body to find Jungkook still standing by the door, staring at your living room with wide eyes. The apartment was quite small. Maybe a little bit crammed. The living room had a black fabric sofa, a dark-stained coffee table that had seen too many late-night dinners, and the TV on a low storage unit.
And mirrors.
Mirrors all over the walls. Most of them were small. Some were vintage with aged metal frames or darkened bamboo frames. Some of them werenât in the best shape, the reflective glass becoming patchy and spotted. Some were a little more than smoked glass. They were all from thrift stores or resell markets. There was no real rhyme or reason to their placement all over the living room other than chaotically aesthetic. The ones on the bookshelf unit by the window were all lined up. Unique pocket mirrors with various shapes. There were a few anime and cartoon character motifs sprinkled in.
âWhat the fuckâŠ?â
He finally gave you a look slight frightened concern but mostly confusion.
You shrugged. Casually. âI like to collect mirrors.â You munched.
âNo shit?â Jungkook still looked mildly appalled. He furrowed his brows to regain some sort of control over his face. âAnd you called me a creep.â Still, he shuffled further in, peering over them. âThereâs so many of them⊠The fuck you need all this for?â
âNothing.â
He shot you a look over his shoulder and quickly diverted his eyes once he noticed your exposed shoulders. âNothing?â he echoed indignantly.
âThereâs no real purpose,â you reaffirmed, grabbing another piece of gimbap with a click of your chopsticks. âWhy does anyone have a collection?â
Jungkook snorted. âCollecting music albums or even plushies is less weird thenâŠâ He paused. Then angled his body slightly, as if to listen to what you had to say without directly viewing you. âIs there a reason you collect mirrors?â
You, too, stilled. Seeing the back of his head and his broad shoulders suddenly reminded you that this was the first time you had ever invited Jeon Jungkook into your space and rather impulsively at that. You faced the counter again. The gimbap was about three-fourths gone. It was probably a good idea to finish it all now. You chewed on your lower lip, debating on whether or not to tell him the reason.
âWhen I was young,â you said, directed to the unfinished gimbap. âI didnât like looking at myself in mirrors. Guess I had some kind of complex about them.â You didnât elaborate. You positioned your chopsticks over another piece of the roll but didnât yet pick it up. âWhen I moved in here, I didnât really care about decorating it either. Figured it didnât matter. At some point, I got tired of the blank walls, so I went to a secondhand shop to find something to put on the wall, and I remembered I donât like mirrors.â
Hated them, really.
âSo, I brought one because I thought the design was cool. And kept buying them.â
You half-laughed, mirthlessly.
âI decided itâs stupid to hate something like that, anyway,â you muttered, and chomped down another piece. You should have gotten out the soy sauce. Hah. With self-exasperation, you opened a cabinet to take out the small glass dispenser. Poured a little on the edge of the tray to dip the last few pieces in.
âThatâs cool.â
His voice seemed louder, somehow. âYou called me a creep,â you hummed.
âI didnât call you a creep,â Jungkook said behind you.
You turned around, bristling. He was distracted, looking around your relatively neat kitchen. Probably taking note that there were no mirrors here. You restricted your collection to the living room walls to prevent overbuying. His eyes stopped at the gimbap on the counter at waist height. His dark eyes raised. Tentative. Your pulse accelerated a bit. You kept your expression neutral, chewing slowly.
âThought you needed a smoke?â you asked after swallowing. You waved your chopstick towards the bedroom. âBe my guest.â
The tips of his ears flushed pink. He was sort of looking at you but also not. You tried not to notice that his navy hoodie had fallen off his shoulder, revealing his defined, tattooed right arm all the way to his elbow. His hands were shoved into the side pockets of his sweatpants. He was in the middle of scrutinizing yours.
âAre those mine?â Jungkook asked, completely ignoring your question.
You flicked the side seam by your thigh. âIâll wash them and give them back. Seemed pointless to wear them for only a short while and wash immediately.â You leaned against the counter. âI havenât forgotten. Donât worry your pretty little head.â
His eyes shot up to your face at your comment. You shared a glare. Both of you held it more out of stubbornness than intimidation. For what reason, you werenât sure. There were only parts of him you disliked. Not all of him. Well. Maybe if you and him dialed back the hostility, then.
Both of you broke eye contact at the same time.
âThey⊠They look good on you.â It wasnât said in a sarcastic way. The sincerity was somehow more alarming. âKeep them.â
âNo thanks,â you retorted with more familiarity than you intended. âI donât need your charity.â You shouldnât have said that.
It didnât end up mattering, though.
âDo you remember when I called you a couple nights ago?â Jungkook suddenly blurted, thrusting you both into whiplash of conversation topic change.
You froze.
There was no cue to tell you what was the right thing to say. It was best to glance at his expression to find out, and yet you couldnât bring yourself to. There was something about the distance of a phone call that made deep conversations easier. But you realized from his abruptness that he, too, must have been struggling to bring up the elephant in the room. Could have let it sleep, but this guy wouldnât let it be.
Still, you understood him.
You pursed your lips and rubbed your collarbone with your free hand. âOnly one of us was drunk and it wasnât me,â you finally sighed. Raised your head.
His ears were very red now. You saw Jungkook battle between being a smartass and his natural self. You saw him wish he was a natural smartass. He cleared his throat, his chest tensing. âUh⊠Sorry,â he mumbled. âSorry about⊠Calling so late.â He cleared his throat again despite his discomfort being purely emotional. His eyes shifted. âI didnât think youâd answer⊠But you did.â He chanced a glimpse at your reaction.
You shrugged.
Casually.
He nodded quickly even though you hadnât said anything. âI donât remember everything I said,â he rambled in a tone that clearly indicated he did. âSo, donât, uh, donât take it too seriously.â He was taller than you but it didnât feel like that right now.
You considered his words and quietly replied with, âOkay.â
His eyes drifted to the kitchen counter. Lingered on your waist, but not for long. He ticked his chin towards the leftovers. âCan I have a piece?â
Wordlessly, you held out the chopsticks so he had access to the other, unused end. He hesitated. Then pulled a hand from his pocket. You moved out of the way as he retrieved the chopsticks from your grip and took a step to be closer to the counter.
It was weird.
Standing in your small kitchen next to Jeon Jungkook eating your dinner leftovers.
Mostly it was weird because it didnât make you highly uncomfortable or positively annoyed. It felt normal, which is what made it otherworldly odd. As if you were getting used to his presence beside you. You winced and tried not to make it obvious. You heard him try to say your name between bites.
âChew your food,â you muttered, angling your face away but not your body. Couldnât bring yourself to watch him eat. You heard the rattle of the plastic tray against the counter as he dipped in the soy sauce. Then you felt a nudge by your arm.
Before you could stop your natural reaction, you were face-to-face with Jungkook who was holding out the last piece to you with full cheeks and an expectant expression. You blinked at him. The blunt end of the chopsticks was used, but he was holding out the gimbap with the slender side. The end you had been eating with. The seaweed glistened with soy sauce. His free hand was under the chopsticks, cradling air in the dire last resort that it fell. He roughly swallowed, looking more annoyed with each passing second.
âOpen up.â
âNo,â you automatically replied.
He rolled his eyes. âCome on.â
You made a face. âThis is weird.â
He made a face back. Disturbing. âShut up and open your mouth.â
âI woââ
That was precisely the moment Jungkook shoved the chopsticks into your mouth. Instinctively, you lowered your jaw to catch it all, glaring at him. He scowled back, about to remove the chopsticks before you caught them in your teeth with your mouth full of tuna, vegetables, and rice. There was a brief, pointless tug of war before you pulled your head back rather than let him perform the action. Jungkook squinted at you, irritated, and you were just as perturbed, chewing decidedly before swallowing.
Sudden silence.
He lowered the chopsticks to balance them on the empty tray. You ran your tongue over your teeth to catch any rice stragglers. It became hard to maintain eye contact. Now he was facing the cabinets and you were facing the living room of mirrors. Minutes ticked by.
The quiet became violent.
You whipped your head to Jungkook. âSo, whatââ
He spoke at the same time. âYou know Iâm not joking, right?â he asked softly.
His profile was statuesque. Instantly recognizable. Imprinted in memory. And then his dark eyes shifted, his black hair framing his temples, and now Jungkook was searching for your eyes that remained on him. You shut your mouth. He realized he had interrupted you.
âWhat did you want to say?â
You faltered and then shook your head. âNot important.â
His brows furrowed. âDonâtââ
âJoking about what?â you interjected. âDonât try to distract me.â
He was, rightfully, irate. âYouââ
You wrapped an arm around your midsection, suddenly feeling cold. âIs this about you quitting smoking?â
Immediately he noticed. Your demeanor demanding him to answer was a little too intense to be ignored, though. âThatâsâŠâ He tutted, his voice deepening slightly. âIâve already quit.â You raised an eyebrow. âWhat?â He was trying to unconvincingly convince you. It had barely been a couple weeks, anyway. âUgh, okay, fine. Maybe I bummed a cig a couple of times. But only for a couple puffs. Donât fucking look at me like that,â Jungkook snapped. âLike you donât have any bad habits.â
âI have bad habits,â you answered coldly. âBut I also deal with how I feel. Something you should get started on.â
He threw up his hands and began to back away from the counter, until.
âIs this how you want to spend your life?â you asked.
His back was to you now. Reluctance took over, rendering his movements as statuesque as he looked moments before. You stared at his back, wondering if you had gone too far. Wondering if these shared moments were all for naught. Not really in the very real chance that he could leave and never look back, but in the very real chance that he did and nothing changed for him. Or for you. In the chance that your interactions would ultimately mean nothing in this life when it was very clear that both of you wanted to mean something. Anything.
âI donât.â
You looked up and Jungkook was looking back at you over his shoulder. He lowered his gaze when your eyes connected before half-turning to face you, halfway between running to and running from. You asked yourself, if it was anyone else, would you stay this silent? Before it registered, you reached out and tugged his hoodie sleeve.
After all, you did always have a light for him.
He raised his eyes.
âYouâre trying. Arenât you?â You gave him a dry smile before letting go.
His lashes lowered to waning half-moons. Then he ticked his head, asking, âDo you really hate it that much?â His eyes found yours. He already knew the answer and was asking it anyway.
You told him the truth. âYeah.â
The corner of his lips flicked upwards wryly. âDamn. So honest.â
You almost laughed. âWell⊠You wouldnât like me at all if you knew I was a liar.â Then your words caught up to you. âNot that you do,â you added after a beat.
âI do,â corrected Jungkook before looking away.
Maybe he was embarrassed by his admission. You, however, were preoccupied with other thoughts. The mirrors. Your insomnia. His tattoos. His cigarettes. Your coldness. His fire. The way you tended to lock down your deep emotions and the way his tended to spill out when they overflowed. You held the lighter. He longed to burn. You liked him. That thought lingered. You hated the smoking, true, not only because of all the obvious discomforts, but also because you had a feeling that he knew he could quit and only did it to further punish himself for things he didnât do.
You just had a feeling since you, too, punished yourself for things you didnât do.
You felt something soft brush against your shoulders.
His hoodie smelled like him, herbal and fresh with depth, with a vague hint of washed-out acid smoke. You glanced over. He looked apologetic, gesturing to your arm over your midsection. His built chest and sculpted shoulders were mildly distracting. His white tank top clung to his body, not leaving much to the imagination. You frowned. Jungkook saw your face and braced himself for a reprimanding.
You asked him a question you had been wondering for a while now.
âDid you plan this?â
That wasnât what he expected. His features twisted into confusion. âUh?â He seemed to forget his anxiousness for a moment. âPlan what?â The perfect deer-in-headlights look.
You angled your body to better face him and held the edge of the hoodie, narrowing your eyes. âYou know what I mean,â you warned.
He sensed danger and held up his hands in defeat. âI donât?â
Those big brown eyes begged you to believe him. Either he was stupid or a really good actor. You relaxed slightly. You werenât banking on the latter and really hoped you were right. You grimaced, backing away. It wasnât fair to let learned behavior judge him yet constant vigilance was also needed for survival. You sighed, stepping around him.
âNever mind. Itâs late. Just sleep in my bed. Iâll take the couch.â
âThe fuck?â Jungkook followed, infuriated, much like the rest of the night. âI canât do that.â
âThe buses arenât running this late,â you stated matter-of-factly. You waved him away, plopping onto your sofa with a tired exhale. âOr you can call a taxi, I guess. You want money for that?â
He smacked his hand down on the back of the sofa and scowled, bending down to intimidate you.
âI am not some kid!â
You looked up at him.
Jungkook froze, realizing the closeness.
He was naturally a very handsome man. You had always thought so. Never told him. He had probably heard it enough. He faltered, losing the fight but not yet letting go of the sofa. You observed the line of his jaw and thought about how hard he had to work to fulfill the image others had of him. How hard he worked to break that image, only to shoulder a different set of expectations, for only a certain level of coolness could combat the goodness he lost. If not one thing, then another. He must not have felt that he fit those ideals either. He couldnât win.
You worried that he simply liked you in a vain attempt to feel some level of control.
Crestfallen, his eyes wandered, then realized he couldnât because then he would be staring down your chest or at your thighs. He pretended that he wasnât looking and raised his head, saying the first thing that came to mind.
âI feel like I donât know you at all.â
It wasnât so much accusatory as it was a revelation.
You lowered your gaze and realized you were staring at his chest or his crotch. That was out of the question. You almost wished he would sit down next to you, but he was right. There was a moment where you considered brushing him off as you did with everyone else. Your eyes connected. As you stared into those dark brown orbs, your instincts taunted you, asking you want you were afraid of.
âThereâs nothing good to know,â you admitted. âBetter to keep things to myself.â
His expression told you he fucking hated that.
He looked up to the mirrors around the room. You could see he was still a bit creeped out by them and tried very hard not to say it. Your elderly landlord did often joke about how you were inviting spirits into your home with these old mirrors. You usually countered with they also symbolized fate, to which he guffawed and asked how many fates you needed.
Sometimes, it felt like you needed every chance you could get.
âI canât sleep in your bed,â he finally concluded, steeling himself.
âYour smokes are on my nightstand. So is my lighter.â
The door to the bedroom was partway open but Jungkook even didnât look in that direction. His ears were slowly turning scarlet. He distracted himself with your statements. âWhat? Why?â He frowned. âI thought you threw âem away.â
You shrugged. âSeemed like a waste of money.â
He muttered under his breath. âYeah. Thatâs what they are.â He looked a little ashamed. Shook his head, trying to convince himself. âEven more reason not to go in there and be tempted.â He began to step around your legs, shooing you away with a gruff, âMove.â
You didnât move.
âYou hate my bed that much even though you want to get in it?â you quipped.
Jungkook started. âThatâsââ
You stood up abruptly.
It was so fast that he had no time to react. One moment you were sitting and the next you were standing right up to him with only a whisper of breath between your bodies, peering at his face. His hoodie fell off your shoulders and onto the cushions. His eyes widened, lips parting, and you witnessed him holding his breath as if that would somehow stop time.
Seconds that felt like hours ticked by.
You wondered how it would feel to be held by him.
âFine,â you whispered, staring into his eyes. âIâll get you a blanket and a pillow.â
And you walked around, letting him breathe again.
-
Being awake was torturous due to constantly fighting invasive thoughts. Being asleep was worse due to remaining imprisoned in those intrusive thoughts blended with uncontrolled imagination, which was your presumed explanation for your insomniac nights. Yeah. And people wondered why you kept to yourself. Such was being human, so once again you gave into the insanity of doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result because it could not be avoided.
Everyone had to sleep, after all.
And you woke up a few hours later, as predicted, wrenching yourself out of a dream you didnât want to be in, trying your best to remember none of it. You were used to it. Routine of the night, so to speak. That made it more annoying than anxiety-inducing. You laid on your back in relative silence, staring into the darkness of the ceiling and running your fingers over your sheets. A folded portion of the duvet was trapped under your left side and you impatiently yanked it out from under you, forgetting the images of betrayal in the wake of anotherâs selfishness.
For tonight, anyway.
There was a loud snore on the other side of your bedroom door, offending your ears at this late hour. You sat up. You had been a little surprised at Jungkook accepting your offer. Then again, everything was happening because of split decisions and obvious desires. And some logic. Just not much. You hadnât talked much after you handed him the extra pillow from your bed and a soft fuzzy blanket. There wasnât much to talk about, not to mention both of you were trying to pretend as if this wasnât happening. In movies and television shows, this would have gone in a whole different direction. In reality, it was a lot more awkward and untimely.
You glanced over to the nightstand that held his cigarettes and your lighter, barely making out the outlines of the items. Maybe his initial intention really was to come just to get them. Or maybe it was to put you in a compromising position or something like that. Neither of those things happened because neither of those things were who he was, only ideas of what he thought he could be, but he hadnât thought any of it through, so now he was snoring up a storm on your sofa without a care in the world.
Unlike you, it seemed like his sleep was solace rather than a battleground.
You tapped a finger against the bed and then sighed, pulling yourself out from under the duvet to grab a large t-shirt to pull over your head. Headed to the bedroom door and opened it quietly, slipping out to the kitchen accompanied by Jungkookâs noisy and uncoordinated nose symphony. He was facing the inside of the sofa but, unfortunately for you and fortunately for him, had powerful lungs. There wasnât much worry about rousing him. You opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water, hoping the cool liquid could refresh you somehow.
You faced the sink and took a few sips.
Was friendship even the correct word for what you and Jeon Jungkook had? It was more closeness from coincidence rather than a direct seeking out of the other. Closeness that became closer before either of you realized it, slowly losing all the people in between until only you and him were left. Maybe that was why he had a sort of fixation on you since everyone had distanced themselves for various reasons, relationships, careers, adventures. Then again, fixation seemed to be his defining feature.
You almost snorted, and would have if he wasnât sleeping on your couch.
But maybe not, as he had paradoxical, flighty tendencies too. Always influenced by someone or some media he consumed. You werenât without your own flaws, you knew. Deep thought and constant existential crisis didnât exactly make for good company. Sometimes it was better not to think so much, which was why you tried to fight your instinctive nature at times. You looked over to the mirrors on the living room walls, taking another drink. They were small, not very useful as a looking glass or for nitpicking an outfit before leaving. You had not been lying when you told Jungkook that you bought them to get over your hatred of them. There was a time when you hated seeing your reflection because the person in the mirror wasnât matching up with the person in your head.
Irrational, yes.
Reality was irrational.
You rested your ass against the bottom cabinets of your kitchen and sipped from the water bottle. You knew you werenât a good person since you had long given up aspiring for something great. Anyone worth anything aspired for something great. Not even failure was frowned upon the in the presence of a dream nowadays. You didnât understand why Jungkook was snoring in your apartment right now, why he cared if you got home in one piece, why he was trying so hard to quit smoking for someone like you who lived in irreverence. South Korea valued productivity, beauty, and giving away oneâs humanity for the cause. Not giving a fuck made you no better than the bottom of the barrel.
You couldnât answer what he so heavily hinted at because it just didnât make any sense.
Maybe he was just dumb.
Jungkook snored particularly loud and choked, throwing himself into a coughing fit.
You frowned and made your way over to him as he shrimped up and groaned, highly displeased and groggy from this turn of events. There was no obvious reaction to you approaching him. Either he didnât hear you or didnât register where he was.
You placed a hand on his shoulder.
âNrghâŠâ
âYou alright?â You kept your voice low, a level above a whisper. âWant some water?â
He said your name as if underwater. Muffled and out of it. You pulled your hand away as he turned over and sat up, squinting hard. âUh?â He was still wearing his tank top which was now wrinkled around his waist. The top of his chest glistened with sweat. He probably usually slept shirtless and didnât do so to be polite.
You held out the plastic bottle in your hand. âWater.â
He wasnât thinking straight because he grabbed the bottle from you without objection, as if he wholeheartedly accepted you were the cold-water fairy of his dreams. He drank without so much of a thank you and with his lips right against the opening, crushing the latter half of what was left in only a few seconds.
âUwahâŠ!â
He dropped his hand, breathing out hard. You glanced at your empty hand. Comtemplated on giving him a reality check of what he just did but instead decided to let it go.
âUh⊠Why are you awake?â he asked you blearily, becoming more awake by the second.
Some truths were better left unsaid for now. âGetting used to your snoring,â you mused, dropping your hand.
Jungkook seemed embarrassed. Looked from the water bottle to the coffee table behind your legs. The distance was too great for it to be casual. He clung onto it for emotional safety. âS-Sorry about that,â he mumbled, straightening his tank top and rubbing his neck.
âItâs probably a side effect of your smoking,â you commented.
He shot you an angry pout but there was no retort when you were right. âItâs probably my rhinitis,â he huffed. An uncomfortable, short silence.
Once again, both of you were reminded of a late-night call in the dead of night.
You held out your hand for the water bottle. After a moment, Jungkook handed it back. Apparently, it still hadnât occurred to him why it was half-empty. He seemed more curious about you being awake. You wondered that too. You gestured to the pillow.
âItâs not comfortable, is it?â
He followed your gesture and half-heartedly shrugged. âIâll be okay.â He shot you a look. âWorried about me?â His deep, sleepy voice sounded a lot cockier than he looked. He looked like a puppy that had just woken up after napping in a weird position. His black hair was sticking up every which way.
âIâm always worried about you,â you replied with a deadpan face.
His eyes widened.
You followed up with, âYouâre an idiot.â
That pissed Jungkook off. He reached up to smack you and you caught his hand in the air. That woke him up. But honestly you were losing sleep and energy fast. It made you catch his fingers at an odd angle, almost a caress, and you were too tired to care, sighing before backing away, slowly letting go of his hand. His fingertips slid over the inside of your wrist. You turned your back to him.
You headed to the kitchen and tossed the bottle in the proper recycling bin.
He called your name.
âWhat?â you grumpily replied, straightening.
âYouâre not wearing pantsâŠâ Jungkook reminded you.
You had to bend over to access the sorted trash. âLucky you.â
His tone became gruff. âDonât be so reckless in front of a guy.â
You half-turned and raised an eyebrow. He was still firmly seated on your sofa. âYou act like Iâm not standing in my kitchen next to my knives,â you pointed out, ticking your head in the direction of your knife block. âAlso, are you implying that youâre a trashy guy?â
âIâm not a trashy guy,â he snapped angrily.
âThen what do I have to be worried about?â You took the steps towards your bedroom door.
âI just donât like how you obviously have no interest in me,â Jungkook muttered under his breath, throwing himself down onto the sofa and turning his back to you.
You stopped in the doorway.
He was not provoking you. He sounded more like a kid that didnât get his way rather than an adult trying to reverse psychology you. His words were not meant to change your mind. Yet, all of a sudden, you began to wonder what the fuck you were dancing in this limbo for. All because you didnât want to be someoneâs reason for anything? Well, congratulations, you failed. You failed your dream of a pointless existence. Woohoo. You rolled your eyes to the sky and turned around.
He was still pill-bug-positioned when you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him from the cease in the sofa, lowering your head to hiss, âStop being a fucking brat.â
You expected him to tense up. His head jerked around and Jungkook stared at you. Wide-eyed, as if you had just pulled him out of a top hat by his ears. You glared, physically tired and tired of this shit, sliding your hand down his collarbone and cupping his chin, pulling him to better face you, tilting your head to narrow your eyes at him.
He sputtered. âW⊠What?â
âYou heard me,â you answered in a clipped tone. âGet up.â
âHuh?â
You let go of his chin and slapped his upper arm. âGet up.â
In a tangle of long limbs and bewilderment, you yanked him up by his forearm, snatching the pillow from under him. Dragged him and his twisted blanket skirt into your bedroom. You hadnât given him enough time to unravel himself. You let go of his forearm and slammed the pillow onto the empty right side of the bed, pointing rudely to the rumpled poof.
âLay down,â you ordered.
Jungkook waved his hands, panic rising in his gravelly voice. âI canâtââ
âI donât give a fuck,â you interrupted and marched behind him, shoving the small of his back. He got the hint after a short flailing about, shuffling towards the side of the bed before flopping onto the duvet like a caught tuna. He tried not to make eye contact, but you werenât looking anyway, too busy crossing over to the other side and slinking under the duvet.
He squeaked out an, âUmâŠâ
âShut up,â was your automatic grumble. âGo to sleep.â
He answered in a small voice. âBut⊠What if I snoreâŠ?â
âI know youâll snore,â you grunted, reaching to him and pinning his shoulder down. He was above the duvet, half-wrapped in the blanket you had given him earlier. You had noticed he was still wearing his gray sweatpants so he wasnât indecent. Not that it mattered. âIâll get used to it.â
âIâŠâ
You made a growling noise in warning, squinting at his face.
He gulped. âI just⊠Wanted to say thanksâŠâ
You let go of him and turned your back, firmly closing your eyes. Jungkook was right there. You had a queen-sized bed. Big enough, but not so big that he could pull himself far away from you. You could feel his presence. It wasnât a bad thing, though.
âYouâre welcome,â you mumbled curtly and didnât say any more.
-
When he opened the door, he looked disheveled and distractable, noisily chewing gum, jerking his head around your periphery as if he expected you to bring an entourage to shake him down. You stood at his doorstep, perturbed. His dark eyes flickered to you and nearly bulged out of his head.
âThe hell are you wearing?â Jeon Jungkook blurted without any formal or informal greeting.
You thought you would be used to it by now. It was becoming kind of funny, in a way. âThese are my work clothes,â you calmly explained. It was true that he hadnât seen you in a nice silk blouse and fitted pencil skirt before. Dark teal and jet black, respectively. âI have a job I go to.â
This was the logical answer but it was not exactly the answer Jungkook wanted. You could tell by the knitting of his brows, his still open mouth, and the way he was just staring at your hips instead of continuing the conversation. His black hair was sticking up in the back. As usual, he was wearing casual clothes. A big, light gray t-shirt and charcoal sweats.
You raised your hand and shut his jaw so you didnât have to view his half-chewed pink gum. âYouâre going to the gym, arenât you?â
It broke him out of his trance. He looked irritated, chewing again. More than that. He looked jittery. âYeah.â He seemed to be having a mental debate. You wanted no part of that. âI was about to drink a protein shake while waiting for you.â
âCool,â you said in an impassive tone that indicated you had no interest in protein shakes. You reached into your mid-size black leather bag and pulled out his black sweatpants, now clean and smelling of dryer sheet. âHere, then.â You lifted your head to hold them out.
Jungkook had abandoned his front door.
A muscle in your cheek twitched. His apartment was more modern, although about the same size as yours. Space was a luxury. The door was slowly closing without the aid of someone holding it. You smacked your palm against the light wood and pushed it open, your black heels clicking on the dark gray hardwood. Or was it vinyl? Hard to tell and you didnât care to inspect. The walls were bright cool white. His big black backpack was on the floor of the short entrance hall. It was slightly open. Black boxing gloves with yellow accents and white towels were shoved in there. You expected him to be messy but all of his sneakers were lined up against the wall. Could use a shoe rack, though.
Jungkook reappeared, gum-less this time, carrying a shake tumbler with a vanilla-colored substance in it, clanging it about with one hand and trying to be chill. As chill as a nonchalant freak-out would be.
He coughed and asked, casually, âYou go dressed like that to work?â
You werenât sure why he gave a shit about what you were wearing. âPerks of an administrative desk job. Dress code.â You waved the rolled-up sweatpants in his direction. âTake these.â
He gave you a suspicious look as if you were the one to decide societal expectations for female office wear. âWho are you trying to impress?â
âThe HR department,â you replied, deadpan. âIâd get fired if I showed up to work dressed like you.â
He nodded, agreeing but not convinced. âWhat if someone hits on you?â
âI set them on fire.â
Jungkook gawked at you.
You dropped your outstretched arm and clicked your tongue. âI donât do anything. No one is allowed to date a co-worker and Iâm not interested in any of them,â you explained. If only he knew that you sat alone in a cramped office and reviewed budgeting for university laboratories so no one was heedlessly using government funding. It was thrilling stuff. âWhy do you care if someone hits on me?â
His eyes narrowed. âOf course, I care. I donât want some asshole harassing you.â Before you could tell him to look in the mirror, he muttered, âDo you really think you wonât get hurt looking that hot?â
The real answer was that you didnât care.
You tossed his sweatpants onto his backpack while saying, âWorkplace harassment is very serious. I doubt my superiors want a scandal. Youâre right. Iâm considered attractive, so they want to keep me as a model employee and for gender equality points.â
âWhat about the train?â Jungkook pressed, stepping closer.
You almost rolled your eyes. âThe subway is always shitty. Everybody knows that,â you said. âIâve been taking the subway since high school. Iâm pretty good at spotting psycho now.â You looked up at him with contained venom. âI can take care of myself.â
âI know that,â he snapped, placing his protein shake on the floor before confronting you again. âI just donât like it.â He glared back.
You raised an eyebrow. âYou donât like that I can take care of myself?â
âNo,â Jungkook stubbornly repeated. Frustration crept into his features. âIt makes me mad.â
One look at his face and it was obvious what he was implying. There was no reason to give in, though. âThat sucks.â You patted the top of his chest condescendingly. âMaybe you need to see a therapist for that.â
He jerked his head towards the mound on his backpack. âTake the pants back and put them on.â
You wondered if he was being this way because he had paranoia or because he had nothing better to do. âNo,â you refused. You crossed your arms. âDonât be this way only for yourself. Plus, I just washed them.â
Like an ox, he didnât relent. âThen Iâll get you a different pair.â
You noticed you didnât smell the scent of smoke on him. Not strong or faint. It was obvious he didnât smoke in his apartment, but he probably did at the roof of the complex or somewhere similar. You didnât know him to be a heavy smoker, but it inevitably got onto his belongings. You tilted your head. There hadnât been any smell that night a couple weeks ago when he slept over at your apartment where you had eventually forced him to snore on the bed.
You had woken up to Jungkook sprawled out, snoring into the pillow and one arm on your tits.
Explained your dream where you felt annoying pressure on your chest. That morning had been rather uneventful other than waking him up and kicking him out of your apartment. You had the decency to be more polite than that, but neither of you were in a state to talk about it. Neither of you seemed to be morning people. You simply told him you had work. He had mumbled he did too, and he had to race out to get ready in time. Only now had you found time to stop by his apartment to return his borrowed sweatpants. Maybe you had been avoiding it a little bit. Texts between you both were sparse. Asking for his address and asking if heâd be home. You peered into his dark eyes. Jungkook paused. He seemed to sense that you werenât walling him anymore.
âWhen was the last time you smoked?â You made sure not to sound accusatory.
He started. âUhâŠâ He looked sheepish. âIâve been trying to last a month at leastâŠâ He gestured behind him to what you assumed was the kitchen. You could see part of his living room from here but not much. His couch was cognac brown leather. âBeen chewing gum and going to the gym a bunch to fight the cravings.â Frowned and sighed. âItâs hard,â Jungkook bitterly muttered. He glared. âBet youâre loving this.â
Unluckily for him, you werenât intimidated by puppy growls. You nodded, noncommittal, and looked down. His charcoal sweatpants looked soft. Worn in with wear. Your eyes flickered back up. His followed with slight confusion etching into his expression. You held his gaze until you felt his discomfort.
And then you made an impulsive, instinctive decision.
âIâll agree to borrowing another pair of your pants,â you finally said. He looked relieved. âAs long as I get to pick which pair.â
He seemed puzzled but shrugged. âSure?â
You pressed for confirmation. âAgree or not?â
âYeah, sure,â Jungkook responded sharply. âWhat, you that desperate to raid my closet or something? Go ahead, then.â He waved a careless hand into the apartment.
But you stayed where you were. You stepped forward with a click of your heels. He stepped back in his house slippers, bewildered but still defiant, not yet realizing that you were not herding him further inside. He moved as if to let you lead the way, except you turned your body to block him, watching his every move.
His shoulder blades hit the wall.
Those big brown eyes blinked slowly. âUhâŠâ
You glanced down and then back up at his face.
Jungkookâs eyes tracked your movement. Didnât get it. You repeated the dip of your chin and lashes, then back up. Dead silence. It slowly dawned onto him. You cocked your head, removing your crossed arms as his eyes became wider.
âW⊠WhatâŠ?â
You didnât let him hide his reaction, tracking every quiver of his lip and awkward chuckle. âTheyâre clean, arenât they?â you asked as if it was the most sensible question in the world.
âUh, well, yeah, b-butâŠâ Jungkook stuttered, trying to decipher how serious you were or if he was even understanding the implications of your stare. âT-ThatâsâŠâ
You backed up a step. âThen itâs a no?â you offered. âAnd you will stop trying to white knight my outfit choices?â You made yourself clear. âI wonât be changing them simply because you hate my clothes.â
His eyes narrowed. âI donât hate your clothes. I like them. That is the problem,â he barked.
You gave him a blank look.
Jungkook sighed out of his nose before looking away and saying in a clipped tone, âFine. Iâll change. Whatever.â
You moved before he could, blocking his way again.
He growled under his breath, glaring down. âWhat?â
You held aggressive eye contact. âWeâre behind closed doors,â you reminded him. Gave him the pointed up-and-down. âGo on.â
Slight panic laced into his expression. âUh⊠Are you serious?â
You already knew Jungkook wasnât commenting on your fashion because he thought it was inappropriate. It was for the same innocuous reason that you were asking him for the charcoal sweatpants he was wearing right now. Well. Demanding.
âDeadly,â you answered him with a deadly smile.
He might be bigger and stronger than you, but he lacked the imposing audacity. You waited. He didnât move. Ten full seconds passed. You had your answer, then. You gave him a curt nod and readjusted your grip on your work bag, about to turn away.
A strong hand wrapped around your wrist and gently pulled you back.
You backtracked to stand in front of him again. His eyes darted about somewhat nervously. âI get itâŠâ he mumbled, still holding onto your wrist. His other hand was drifting down. He seemed uncomfortable but not in a bad way, which struck you as odd. He lifted the hem of his shirt a bit. It caught on the front tie of the sweatpants. The tips of his ears were pink. Jungkook hooked a thumb under the waistband and averted his eyes.
You reached forward and pulled on the end of the looped strings.
He nearly yelped and jerked back, causing the tie to come unraveled. You had leaned over a little to get access. Lifted your gaze to look up at his shocked face. He was speechless. You didnât straighten up yet. Just stared into his eyes. His lips parted but no words came out.
You smiled.
He uneasily let go of your wrist. You backed out of his personal space. Jungkook gave you a strange look and stripped off his pants with a swift tug downwards, bending a knee to kick them up and into his hand, immediately holding them in front of his body.
âHere.â
He thrust the balled-up sweats into your chest. You looked at it. Then at him. Then tried to crane your head downwards.
âH-Hey!â
He waved wildly. You stumbled. He tried to catch you without dropping anything. Your hand came up to press against his chest, causing him to back against the wall again, clutching his pants in front of his crotch. You paused and searched his expression as you pulled back your hand. He was in between conflicted and stunned. His legs were quite defined. At least he didnât skip leg day. You decided to do it. Lowered your bag to the floor so you had use of your two hands. You reached behind you for the invisible zipper of your skirt and pulled it down. Jungkook seemed to be in a perpetual state of silence. You had to wiggle slightly to free yourself of the tube of black fabric, stepping out of it primly before standing back up, leaving you in your sheer black stockings and with your blouse barely skimming the tops of your thighs.
Now both of you were holding your bottoms. One of you was simply dumbstruck. The other folded and rolled up the skirt, tucking it into your elbow, and stepped up to him. Immediately, his free hand shot up, planting right above your left breast, dark tattoos stark against his tan skin from the overhead light.
âW-Whoa, waitâŠ!â
You tilted your head and rested your hand on the sweatpants he was now desperately clutching to his lower body. You tugged. He did not let go. You raised an eyebrow and began to lower your head. His fingertips hooked under your chin and yanked you back up to his terrified expression of wild eyes and fish mouth. You remained emotionless, giving him nothing. His cheeks flushed pink.
âI⊠I just need a secondââ
You closed more of the distance, placing a leg in between his slightly open ones. His grip on your chin tightened. It didnât scare you in the slightest. In contrast, big bad Jungkook looked like he was about to sink into the floor. You stilled. Maybe this was too far.
You leaned back a little but didnât remove your leg. âA second for what?â
He swallowed hard, averting his gaze again. âU-Uh, j-j-just a s-second to breathe⊠thatâs all,â he muttered.
âWhatâs the issue?â you calmly inquired.
âN-Nothing,â and that sounded like a whole lot of something.
You shifted your leg and your stocking-covered shin rubbed against his calf. Jungkook made a very strange noise and hastily pulled his hand back. You did not stop the contact. You simply watched the emotions play across his features as he shut his eyes, wordlessly mouthing swears before clenching his jaw and sliding up the wall to delicately back up.
âYou sure itâs nothing?â Twice as unassuming and immediately tipping him off that you were aware of his predicament.
His brows furrowed. âShut up.â He took in several deep breaths.
You hummed. âIs it that big of a deal?â
âYes, it is,â Jungkook hissed. He cracked open one eye. âHave you no sense of danger?â
You did your best not to smile. Failed, but only just. âNot with you.â
Relief and annoyance washed over him. âShut up,â he said again and you were beginning to realize he did not really mean for you to shut up. âUgh.â He thrust the charcoal ball of fabric into your chest. âHere. Put it on.â
âNo longer embarrassed?â you asked, catching a glimpse of his partial erection.
Jungkook pointedly looked away from you and stared at his own front door. âIâm not embarrassed. Put the pants on, damnnit. I canât look at you.â
âSure, you can,â you quipped as you slipped on his sweatpants. âIâm sure youâve checked me out at some point.â
He sucked in the side of his cheek sharply. âItâs not the same. And, besidesâŠâ He trailed off.
You smoothed out the front and tightened the strings. Jungkook reluctantly brought his gaze back to you, checking you out. You tugged your blouse out of the pants a bit to give the two disharmonious pieces more balance. You filled out the top of his pants a bit more because of your ass. The whole ensemble was a little odd, but only if one looked too closely.
He frowned. âWhy do you look good?â
âItâs the heels,â you absentmindedly replied. âBesides, what?â
For a moment, you thought Jungkook wasnât going to respond. But then his eyes raised, locking to yours determinedly. âIf I can make it to a month, thenâŠâ He faltered before regaining his composure. âNo, I will make it to a month. And all the rest. But when you see how serious I am, then⊠Then I want you to seriously consider me.â
Now it was your turn to avert your eyes. You didnât say anything for a few seconds. Guilt settled as you realized that he was more intuitive than you gave him credit for. But you came back to him, eventually. His dark brown orbs lit up as you spoke.
âSure.â
-
In a surprising turn of events, Jeon Jungkook actually greeted you with a breathless, âHey,â for once when you answered his call, only to follow that up with, âThe fuckinâ gym is closed, fuck.â
You blinked at your phone, put it on speaker, and tucked it into one of your upper kitchen cabinets to prop it up. It was not a video call. However, your hands were currently occupied. âIâm sorry,â you replied dryly, turning down the vent fan.
âUgh, I really needed it today,â he grumbled, mostly at himself rather than at you. You heard the sounds of traffic and the white noise of wind. âAnd itâs cold tonight, hmph.â
You mentally calculated the day as you picked up the plate and tongs again. âWhy was it closed? Itâs not a holiday as far as I know.â
âI dunno. Note on the door said family emergency, so I guess Iâll find out later from the manager,â he said absentmindedly. It was a bit weird that Jungkook was treating this like small talk when he almost never called. You werenât sure what you were supposed to do or say about his predicament, so you began to place the slices of meat onto the hot pan, which immediately began loudly sizzling with popping oil. It must have picked up on the microphone. You heard a startled noise and then, âWhatchu doing?â
âMaking dinner. And meal prepping at the same time, since Iâm already cooking,â you replied, nudging the slices to fit all the meat in. Hm. Wouldnât be the first time. Hm.
âWhat are you making?â He was sounding a bit too eager.
âBraised vegetables and pan-fried samgyeopsal,â you answered, reminding yourself to check under the lid. The bok choy and enoki mushrooms were just barely done. You quickly removed it from the heat before returning it the sizzling pork belly.
âUgh.â He sounded jealous. âIâm jealous.â Guess he was. You found yourself smiling and quickly stopped, lightly adding a little flaky salt before starting the process of turning them over. You might die from a heart attack but not without a full belly of pork belly. âYouâve made me hungry. Maybe Iâll go get some ice cream.â
You mused. âGym closed, so ice cream on a cool night is the solution?â The edges of pork belly were becoming that sweet golden caramel. Your kitchen was becoming decadently fragrant.
âThis night is shit, anyway,â Jungkook complained. âIâd come over but youâd kick me out.â
You paused at his words. Then you busied yourself with taking the plate to the sink while raising your voice so he could hear you. âI didnât kick you out last time.â
There was a short muteness that your both mutually agreed on before he sighed dramatically. âFine, fine. Iâll go home without the ice cream.â
You tutted. âIâm not the food police. Go get your ice cream if you want to.â You began to portion out the vegetables into the glass tupperware that you had already lined up.
âNah,â he muttered. He really enjoyed this seesaw, huh. To be honest, you didnât mind it. Maybe calling it fun too out of line, but. âI shouldnât go into the convenience store, anyway. I donât wanna break my streak.â
Only stubbornness could solidify self-restraint, it seemed. You checked the pork belly. It was done, so you turned off the fire and began to plate up your soon-to-be and future meals. Took less time because you had boiled the samgyeopsal first to keep the meat tender, removed it before it was completely cooked through, sliced it, and then pan-fried to completion. You plated the last of the vegetables, added the final helping of pork belly, and drizzled a bit of soybean paste on top. A small part of you wanted to take a photo and send it to Jungkook. Rub it in, perhaps. You picked up your phone and opened the camera app.
âHey.â
âUh?â
You filled the photo space with a close-up shot of your simple meal and sent it to him. âCheck your messages.â
There was a scuffle and Jungkook grunted before gasping and then bringing his phone back to his ear. âHey, fuck you.â
You couldnât help it. You laughed.
âMan⊠You suck.â He didnât know the half of it. He was mumbling a tantrum on the street. âUgh, now Iâm so hungry... And mad. Iâm mad at you.â
In between tee-hees and bites of your dinner, you placed your phone onto the counter. âIf you buy me lunch, Iâll let you have one of mine,â you joked. Mmm, the meat was cooked just right. You mentally patted yourself on the back.
âNo⊠I canât do that,â he grumbled, taking your joke seriously. He scoffed. âInstead, Iâll bring a steak and make you cook it for me.â
âSteak?â You considered his suggestion. âSure, I can cook steak.â
âHah, see, you wonât â waitâŠâ You heard a sputter and what sounded like a tumble. Or maybe the beginnings of one caught in the middle. He did have good reflexes. âO⊠Oh.â He sounded winded. âI thought you were⊠Thought you were gonna refuse.â
You nibbled on some delicious enoki mushroom. âWhy?â You knew full well why. Just wanted to make him squirm. Also, him thinking you couldnât cook a steak annoyed you. As if you didnât know the value of medium rare. Hmph.
âA-Ah⊠Well.â He coughed and promptly changed the subject as embarrassed people do. âAre you eating right now?â
âMhm,â you hummed. âItâs very tasty. I did a good job.â
You could him suck in an inhale of childish disappointment. âIâm suffering here.â
âNo one is asking you to.â
âHmmmm, I donât like this.â And yet he stayed on the line. It sounded like he was jogging the streets. Maybe trying to arrive home faster and keep his body temperature up.
You imagined it. Then you told yourself to stop that. âDo you have something to eat at home?â
âThereâs probably something,â Jungkook puffed. âProbably not as good, but Iâve got freezer stuff. I can cook, though,â he insisted.
You hadnât questioned it. But you did now. âHm, really?â You half-smiled in between bites of bok choy.
âYes, really.â Very adamant. âSomeday,â he added, in the tone of someday proving it.
You remembered the last time he was in your kitchen. The last time he was in your apartment. You looked down to the cropped black t-shirt and the familiar charcoal sweatpants you were wearing. The scene was set. Still, it didnât clarify how to feel about it. Answers were usually simple. Believing them was a different story. He called your name. Without thinking, you answered right away.
âMhm?â
âIâm home,â Jungkook grunted.
Maybe you supposed to pop confetti. You let it go and asked, âLess angry about your lack of gym time?â
âNot really.â But he did sound less stressed somehow. Maybe it was the cardio of the jog. âI guess I gotta find something to eat now. Lemme put you on speaker.â
The number of times he could have hung up increased. And yet he hadnât done so yet. You were almost finished eating. You could have ended the call right now. Said you were busy and done your chores without further distraction. It just didnât feel right. That said enough. Well, at the very least, you thought you should accompany him on his food adventure.
He exclaimed loudly. âAh! I found some corn ice cream at the bottom of my freezer! Nice!â
Your palm made contact with your forehead. âI guess you must be the godsâ lucky one,â you mused, mopping up your last bite. Time to clear the kitchen. Sad.
âYou know it,â he cheered.
You heard him ripping open the plastic with gusto. Would have sounded cocky if it wasnât for his barely audible happy noises. You began to tidy up the kitchen to distract yourself. Putting away spices, collecting the various cooking utensils into the sink, wiping down counters, putting the lids on the now cooled-down meals. You stacked them in the fridge. You didnât try to hide what you were doing but, then again, Jungkook was seemingly too mesmerized by his ice cream to speak. Amidst your domestic tasks, you saw the parallels of being in the same place in your respective apartments, both together and apart at the same time with only a thread of technology connecting each other, and you glanced at your phone screen, wondering if he had hung up on you. The call was still active.
Such a mundane existence.
And yet.
You stood by your sink, the washing up the last to do, and you abandoned it to stand by your phone. It seemed so⊠annoying to have simple enjoyments taken away by complicated thoughts. Maybe there was a better word for it. But that wasnât the point. The point was that you were listening to Jungkook enjoying his small happiness of the day and wondered if he intentionally or unintentionally shared it with you. Wondered if the intention even mattered in the face of what was.
You broke the relative silence. âWhen do you want me to cook that steak for you?â
The faint sound of licking lips. He must have scooted closer to his phone, because the volume of his words was louder than the sounds from earlier. âUhâŠâ You waited. âI think my one month of no cigarettes is coming up soon. Maybe thenâŠ?â He trailed off awkwardly.
The crumpled pack was still on your nightstand next to your lighter. You hadnât touched either. They were collectively collecting dust. You opened your mouth, reconsidered, and then said what was on your mind.
âI never hated you just because you smoked.â
Maybe it was better that you couldnât see each other. âYeah, butâŠâ He let out a breath. âIt was the reason why you didnât want to be around me.â
You couldnât deny it.
âI get it, though,â Jungkook muttered softly. âI didnât really want to be around myself either. Maybe I havenât had any great failures, but⊠That means I havenât had a chance to grow from hardships. Coasting, sort of. I need to push myself to be better, because Iâm definitely not where Iâm supposed to be.â
Your eyes raised which caused you to realize you had dipped your head. You wondered who put those thoughts in his head, but the answer was all around you. In the subtext of conversation of strangers, friends, family.
âItâs weird,â he continued, maybe forgetting you could hear him slurp in between words or because his ice cream was rapidly melting. âI was talking to a friend about you and he asked me if you ever needed anything from me, ever.â He sucked in a breath. âTch. I kinda hate that, but also it made me realize⊠Isnât that the most natural Iâve ever been with anyone? No expectations⊠Maybe even negative.â He laughed a little, and you could imagine him shaking his head. âIs this how you want to spend your life? No. I want to be someone that you might need someday.â
You didnât say anything about him talking about you to other people. It was slightly funny of him to think of you as an enigma when you felt that you were so simple, really. Maybe that made you the root of his complicated thoughts. Maybe not. He was right in that you did your best to not depend on others, even going out of you way to not need others. Not expecting anything from them to not be disappointed. You didnât see that changing anytime soon, but, an exception?
All rules had them.
âIâm looking forward to making you that steak,â you chuckled. âI need to finish up the dishes, so Iâll let you go. For now.â
âA-AhâŠâ Jungkook cleared his throat. âOkay. S⊠See ya.â
You half-smiled. Even though he couldnât see it, you were sure that he could hear it in your tone. âYou will,â and you ended the call.
-
You found a small package addressed to you in your mailbox. No return address, no postage, but it had relatively neat handwriting that seemed familiar somehow. You tucked the soliciting letters under your arm as you re-locked your postage box. The packaging was brown paper. You turned it over in your hand.
For your collection. Jeon Jungkook.
You almost snorted. He could have. But he didnât. You suddenly felt odd, so you quickly walked back to your apartment, shouldering your mail and your work bag, fitting the small package into your palm. The mail room was on the ground floor. You went up the flights of stairs to the far-left unit. Unlocked your front door and went in, using your shoulder to push it open.
You closed the door behind you before you opened the brown-paper wrapped parcel.
The outside packaging unfurled. Tissue paper and a bit of foam. Something told you he didnât pack this. This was the work of the elderly who sold it to him. Smooth steel. But you felt something on the side against your palm. You turned the disc around. It was one of those snap-close clay art mirrors. The kind delicately handmade by a practiced artisanâs hands. You ran your finger over it, entranced by the ridges and matte texture. The focal point was the gradient of orange depicting tiger lilies. The background was black, making the small imagery stand out.
Tiger lilies, huh.
You opened the pocket mirror and saw your bewildered expression staring back at you. Your initial compulsion was to look away. Your intrusive thoughts interrupted, asking you if you really hated what you saw. You looked and your reflection looked back. You lifted the mirror slightly, inspecting your makeup. You barely wore any to just barely get away with it at work. It still looked good.
You half-smiled.
âYouâre so fucking full of it, Jeon Jungkook,â you chuckled, tucking the mirror into the pocket of your work bag before going about the rest of your night.
-
He was quite excited for steak day until you made him speechless.
âU-uh, hey! Ahem. Hey. I have the steaks. You didnât say if I should bring vegetables, so I also got cabbage, carrots, shitake mushrooms, I didnât know, I guessed, sorry, and I can help cook if you need someone to watch the vegetables while, uh, I can chop or clean or anything at all⊠um, why are you dressed like t-thatâŠ?â
If it was his plan to greet cool, calm, and collected, he failed. You opened your apartment door to gum-chewing, wide-eyed, rambling Jeon Jungkook wearing a baggy but heavyweight white button-up and dark blue jeans with white contrast stitching. Black belt with a bright gold buckle. The hem of the jeans draped well over his black laced boots. His black leather jacket was jammed in the crook of his elbow with the groceries. His jacket had silver zippers, which didnât match his belt. The button-up was done all the way up to his neck, which didnât suit him.
You let him go on his rant and tried not to smile.
The situation was not exactly funny. It was obvious that he was out-of-sorts by the frantic way he was gnawing on his gum like his life depended on it. You had to wait for him to take a breath. He was too far gone in his speech for you to interrupt him. You almost dared to call it adorable. Didnât because that wasnât part of your image even though clearly Jungkook had completely broke the image he wanted to craft for himself over his entire time of knowing you. For his sake, you pretended nothing was amiss. You simply took the groceries from his hands while saying, âChange of plans.â
His jaw was slack. You could see the pink wad of gum stuck to his molars. Lovely. âE-Eh?â
You noticed his black hair looked a little messy and windswept. It was longer now, too, giving him an unintentional rockstar vibe. Thankfully his brain was too preoccupied with being unable to catch up to the moment to notice you noticing him. You backed up into your apartment to place the bags on your kitchen counter, busying yourself with putting everything into your refrigerator.
âI want to take you somewhere,â you said to the shelves of your fridge, clearing out space. Oh, wow. He really did buy high-grade steak. Two of them. And a giant head of cabbage. âI donât like carrots,â you commented. âBut Iâll make them for you and you can take home the rest.â
He sputtered with the elegance of a caught bluefin tuna. âOh, sorry, I didnât â T-Take me somewhere?â
In the middle of placing the last thing, the bundle of carrots, into the fridge, you said it.
âYes. I want to take you on a date.â
To be honest, you werenât sure if it would come out as confidently as you heard yourself, but there was no going back now. You had debated before this day had come, turning over the tiger lily pocket mirror in your hand at night. Debated if the unwillingness was worth it and decided it wasnât. You werenât sure if Jungkook was thinking the same thing you were, but then he showed up. Over-dressed. Vibrating with nervous energy. Talking too fast. One look at him and you knew. You could think you had all the time in the world, but it wasnât true. You turned around to see Jungkookâs dumbfounded expression at the entrance of your apartment and you knew.
Despite never believing in anything and thinking everything was going to shit, well, you might as well go down with a feeling of a life well-lived.
âA d⊠dateâŠ?â
You closed the door of your refrigerator. âA date. Youâve heard of those, havenât you?â
He looked like he hadnât. âI⊠uh⊠Yes?â You had meant the light jab to bring Jungkook back to Earth but both of you were currently stuck on cloud nine. âIs that why youâŠ?â His hand raised and made a vague gesture.
Your own hand raised to smooth back your hair from your bare shoulder. âAh. Yes.â Since your closet was mostly made up of comfy, work, and concert outfits â in that order â that amount of classy date pieces were slightly nonexistent. You had one black dress made of a slinky soft ribbed texture that was what you ended up wearing. It reached the floor, which suited the night climate of this time of year. The rest of it was quite sexy, though. The fabric made the dress cling to and accentuate your curves. The straight neckline and thin straps were maybe too flattering. Jungkookâs eyes were certainly wandering to the general area of your collarbones. You usually wore this dress in a very specific way, which you intended to do so tonight, but it couldnât hurt to let him admire.
Yeah.
Admire was definitely the word.
Just like how you were letting him admire you walking up to him, sending him into a mild panic, knowing exactly what you were doing but trying not to think about it, instead focusing on what had been bugging you ever since you had seen it. âThis⊠Iâm sorry, but this doesnât suit you,â you muttered, unfastening the first few buttons of the shirt and shaking it out to a more relaxed collar. He smelled good. Oh, wow, he smelled very good. Bergamot and cedarwood, it seemed. âIt looked too stuffy.â You noticed the thin gold chain underneath. Oh. Perhaps the unintentional mixing of gold and silver was intentional after all. You righted the chain so it was more visible, his warm skin under your cool fingertips, and maybe you were imagining it or was that a shiver between you and him at the contact?
Your hands awkwardly hovered over his chest.
It was hard to look up but you made yourself do it.
Jungkook seemed startled but at the very least thawed from the initial shock. âO-Oh, butâŠâ Surely he was not staring at your cleavage. Surely. You might have put it right in his line of vision, but, surely. He cleared his throat awkwardly. âItâs c-cold outside. At leastâŠâ
It was certainly an exaggeration to call it slow-motion, and yet somehow that was the only way to describe it because now you were the one frozen in extended seconds as he tumbled his leather jacket into his palm, grabbing it by the collar and lifting it up, up and to his left hand, flaring it out with a loud flap before draping worn-in warmth over your shoulders. The sudden weight caused you to tilt forward lightly. Your open palms pressed against his chest to steady yourself. His hands stayed on your shoulders. Both of you were staring at each other for too long.
At least no one was here to record it.
He spoke first. âI, uh, I took a lot of my clothes to professional cleaners,â Jungkook said quietly. âSince⊠It gives me a good reason to not⊠It cost a lot.â His ears were probably as red as yours.
You inhaled, raising your chest, and noticed how new the leather smelled despite him owning it for a while now. Your faint smile was now inevitable. âI really appreciate it,â and you did. He didnât have to, and he did.
The light in his eyes must have been your imagination. âR⊠Really?â Or maybe not. He was breathless and there was no obvious cause for it.
Never in wildest dreams and insomniac nights and daytime silence full of running thoughts could you have created this present time where you felt that you saw him and he saw you. From all the gray haze moments of the past to those bright uncertain days of small happiness in the future, you knew you could do it alone, but, for once, it seemed unbearable to do so.
You leaned up and kissed him.
Your eyes had closed as you tilted your head to close the distance. Maybe you should have considered seeing his surprise. Maybe you were too nervous to. It was only a simple press of lips-to-lips. Still, you found respite. A strange tingle shot through you as you felt Jungkook kiss you back. Somehow, you felt his relief of you taking charge of a moment that he had wanted to happen for a long time.
After a savored moment, both of you broke apart.
Afraid to overstep. Slightly shocked that that just happened. You snuck a peek. It was impossible to not call him adorable and thankfully you were too high off the moment to say anything. He caught your eye. You let him, gracing him a coy curve of your lips.
His cheeks bloomed pink. âY-You⊠You wanna wear my jacket?â
You lightly shook your head, reaching up to touch the back of his hand. âYouâll be cold. I was going to wear a sweater over my dress,â you explained. His expression fell a little bit despite your logic. âBut I wanted to wait to see what colors you were wearing so that I could choose something that pairs well. It would be nice to match somewhat, right?â Immediately Jungkook perked up again.
It was just a damn hot pot date. Why were you both grinning like idiots? The world never did make any sense, hmph.
-
In spite of best efforts, you dozed off on his shoulder.
Dinner had been a little bit awkward. Not so awkward it was unpleasant, but enough where you had to pull yourself together to bring him back to his usual self. You wore a fluffy, thick, cropped white sweater over your black dress, giving you some much needed warmth for the cool night and giving Jungkook back his sanity. Then you took it away by hooking your arm into his, holding onto him as you both rode the train in thoughtless silence. The hot pot restaurant had newly opened and was packed with curious customers. In a stroke of luck, the host managed to find seating due to your small party size. After a brief explanation, you made a beeline for the lineup of ingredients. It had taken a mountain of vegetables, shrimp, and fishcakes on a plate to break Jungkook out of his trance.
âW-Woah! You eat that much?â
You had tilted your head. âWeâre sharing. Duh.â
A flash of annoyance. âHow do you know what I like to eat?â
âWhat donât you like to eat?â you countered.
Jungkook puffed a cheek. âThatâs not the point!â
It wasnât the most deep of conversations. Still, it did bring you both some peace to know that you hadnât lost what you already had. There was always that fear and it was good to know that the fear was unfounded.
âI only want one egg.â
He spoke over you, âToo bad, youâre getting two,â using one hand to crack another to poach in your boiling bone broth. You made a face at him as you mixed minced onions and garlic into your chili oil, sesame oil, and soy sauce combination. He waved a third egg at you threateningly. You were adversely terrified. He became distracted by your concoction. âLet me try.â
âNo. Iâll make you your own.â
âWeâre sharing.â
âThere are limits,â and you promptly walked off to do just that. For his credit, he didnât snatch your hard work. Might have been because his food wasnât finished cooking yet. Semantics. âItâs my treat, by the way.â
Irrtation was going to permanently furrow his brows if he wasnât careful. âI donât need your charity. Besides, youâre hurting my pride as a man.â
You cried for him. âBoo hoo.â Sarcastically.
âYouâre not paying.â
âYou wanna fight?â
His dark eyes narrowed. âKinda if you keep this up.â
You pretended to lift your sweater.
Jungkook almost threw himself over the two boiling pots of broth. âGah! What do you think youâre doing?!â He tried not to yell, hissing low between his teeth. âYouâre crazy!â
âPutting you in your place,â you answered dryly.
His expression was between flabbergasted and aghast. âD-Donât do that!â
Not the deepest of conversations. You smiled. He noticed, and looked away quickly, his ears turning pink as he busied himself ordering plates of meat. It wasnât that you didnât want to cook the steaks like you had originally promised. It would have made a great first date, even. And yet. Yet, you didnât want to, because for some reason following the original plan felt symbolic of something ending instead of a beginning. You were confident in your cooking, and still the possibility of even the slightest failure made it so that you couldnât relax. Maybe it was selfish to drag out a promise. Nothing about Jungkookâs demeanor indicated he was against it, though.
âWhat?â
You blinked, realizing you had zoned out in his direction. âNothing. JustâŠâ He frowned. You almost wanted to ask him if he was disappointed by this turn of events. He was already shoving a plateful of thinly-sliced flat iron steak into his hot pot. âJust realized weâre only here now because of a cigarette and a lighter.â
His eyes cast downward. âIâm sorââ he began.
âWho knew a bad decision could turn into such a good one.â
Jungkook snapped his head back up, surprised. You gave him an impassive expression complete with a raised eyebrow. The corners of his lips tugged upwards. He tried to hide it. He wasnât as good at it as you were.
âYeah. I guessâŠâ
He sounded a little too happy for that lukewarm response. You reached into your bag, pulling out a pocket mirror to needlessly check your makeup. He noticed the tiger lilies nestled in your palm and positively beamed. You did your best to wipe your stupid smile off your face and clipped it closed to resume the meal. The rest of the dinner was similar. Well, largely focused on how many plates of shabu-shabu meat both of you could consume to make the restaurant regret seating you. At the very least, Jungkook had been impressed with your gall.
Points gained there, heh.
So, now, in spite of best efforts, Jungkook leaned his head against yours and dozed off with you on your sofa, curled up under the same blanket he had used to sleep over some nights ago. Sleep came a little too easily with full bellies. He had asked if he could sit down for a bit before heading back to his place. Because, you know, it wasnât good if he became drowsy while driving his motorcycle. You had shrugged, casually, turning on your television to whatever late-night show was on to provide some form of mild entertainment. Distraction, really, so neither of you felt pressure to talk.
Turned out, falling asleep told you more than any conversation.
It might have been the food. The comfort of the blanket. Someone familiar being there. Whatever the cause, the stars aligned and you knew what it meant. One instance of sleep arriving quickly did not mean that you would never have a restless night again. It did not mean everything was different. But it did mean that what was already there wasnât a lie. You thought you had done enough to spite him, but best efforts were useless in a wake of loud, hard-headed, brash Jeon Jungkook. It shouldnât work. You were reclusive, blunt, guarded. An unfathomable match, and yet you could never seem to shake him. Apparently his fondness for you was so strong that continued meetings were inevitable. The prospect of the next time had become a regular instance. Monotone days were suddenly saturated with unexpected melodies. You kept telling yourself there was nothing else better to do than to put up with his antics.
There had been no real reason for you to believe that he would change.
He just did so he could define his own ideal of worthy.
Unconsciously, Jungkook was sinking into the cease of the sofa, into dreamlessness, taking you down with him into the cushions. You dozed practically on top of him, unknowingly nestling into his waning embrace. If you had your wits about yourself, you might have given him more conspicuous space, but he was so warm that you forgot that you didnât typically like physical touch. Or maybe you didnât mind as much because you knew deep down that he liked it. It was a small sacrifice for his happiness. Something like that. Ah. Right. Anyway, eventually you awoke to no-context ruckus on the television screen. Annoyed, you pawed for the remote on the coffee table and blindly turned it off. You wouldnât have even bothered to open your eyes except for the fact that you were clearly on top on Jungkook, oh, and so you blinked slowly, line of vision shifting, realizing he wasnât asleep.
He was pretending to be.
You placed a hand on his chest. One of his eyes cracked open. You raised an eyebrow. He almost jumped out of his skin. Probably not expecting you to be staring at him.
âWere you watching?â you asked.
âN-Not reallyâŠâ Discomfort laced into his expression. âUm⊠Youâre on my left knee a little weird.â
You shifted quickly. âSorry.â
Relief. âNo, uh, I fucked it up a bit while boxing a couple days ago,â Jungkook sighed. You could feel his inhale through your hand on his chest that you still hadnât removed. âThink I hit it at a weird angle.â
You pointed out the obvious. âYouâre not supposed to use your legs in boxing.â
He sent you the gift of a classic eye-roll complete with the bow of a scowl. âI lost my balance and fell.â
You calm expression didnât change as you added, âBad knees are the first sign of aging.â
His dark eyes narrowed into slits. âYouââ
And proceeded to grab you by the waist. You shot up instinctively, straddling his hips, and your hand on his chest slid up. His eye went wide. He froze. You froze, realizing what you were doing. His hands were loosely around your waist with his fingers flaring out over the top of your ass. You moved your hand, resting it on his shoulder. Not on the offensive but on edge. You did your best to hold his gaze while in the precarious position. He immediately apologized.
âS-Sorry.â
âNo, ahâŠâ You shook your head. âIâm sorry.â You shouldnât have moved to choke him out just because he was horsing around yet it was hard to really know with men these days. Still, thinking of Jungkook in that way after everything he had done for you was unfair. âIâm too used to having to protect myself.â
There was a sea of regret in those dark brown orbs. âI wasnât going toâŠâ Hurt you, and that part was obvious. He frowned, realizing your reaction and words said what needed to be said without saying it. âI promise. Iâm not like that.â
You stared into his eyes. âI know,â and you did.
His expression became determined. âNo, really.â He frowned. âI canât helpââ
You cut him off. âIs that why you have a hard-on right now?â
Dead.
Silence.
The cushions of your sofa were old, causing your knees to sink in further due to the prolonged concentrated points of pressure. You looked down. He looked up. Nobody moved. You had thought about it. Maybe. Not in any deep sense so as to not set any unrealistic expectations. He had very clearly thought about it if the rising tent of your dress in between your legs was any indication. You werenât able to fully sit down on his crotch due to space constraints, but, even with jeans on, the distance down there was dwindling.
In short, Jungkook was obviously packinâ.
You raised your eyebrows. He grimaced. He was trying not to stare at your thighs spread over him or how easily your waist fit in his hands. âListen⊠Uh.â Brave of him to break the silence. âI⊠Iâm not a disgraceful kinda guy, okay? I wasnât planning anything. And Iâm seriously serious.â His voice deepened as his eyes darted about. âSerious aboutâŠâ His gaze lifted, navigating to yours.
Your lips parted, understanding him perfectly well.
However, your dress was stretching too uncomfortably. Distracted, you broke eye contact, reaching down to yank the hem from under your knee while extending your other leg to the ground to maintain balance. The fabric bunched up to your hips, draping over his lower body. You felt the friction of his jeans against your bare inner thighs. Then, you felt the friction in his jeans pressing up in between your legs.
Well.
That would be the expected result, huh.
Jungkook was beside himself. âW-W-What are you doââ
You raised your head. He stiffened. Everywhere. He was still holding you by the waist. Time was moving too fast and too slow at the same time, much like whatever this was. You made eye contact, diving into those wide eyes, searching for something to be afraid of. The scariest thing about all this was how readily he matched up with your intent to cross all the lines.
âDo you wanna kiss me?â you asked him.
His voice quivered. More out of poorly contained excitement rather than anxiousness.
âAre you crazy? Of course I wanna fuckinâ kiss you.â
There was no good reason for care-about-nothing you and caring-too-much Jeon Jungkook should match up well, and yet perhaps that was precisely the reason these puzzle pieces fit together. He lifted his torso from the sofa far too easily, meeting you halfway. With one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on his chest, your lips brushed against his. Inhale, and his warm citrusy cologne mixed with his natural scent filled your lungs. He tilted his head, closing the distance. There was no pressure of a good first kiss as it was already over with. He pulled you closer.
A kiss was not particularly special, but everything about him was.
Terrifying.
As the saying went, you felt the fear and did it anyway.
Lips to lips, electric. Your fingertips gliding over his skin, spreading the button placket before descending, unraveling him like a flower, your tongue tracing the edge of his lips. His breath hitched. His hands on your waist tighter, turning, and you adjusted accordingly, letting him sit back against the sofa with you on his lap. His fingers slid under your sweater, fanning over your back like unraveling petals as you unbuttoned his shirt, drinking in his gasps. Sinking deeper. He tugged your sweater upwards and you released him for a moment to lift your arms, arching your spine, shedding the white onto the floor. His hands on the small of your back lifted you in return, and you arrived to the view of his own white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders, revealing tan skin and his hard work at the gym.
Your eyes trailed upwards and Jungkook hesitantly smiled, uncertain of what you were thinking.
You dipped your head and licked up his chest.
âWhoa, whaâaah, f-fuckâŠâ
Perhaps this was a strange thought but you felt this compulsion to taste his skin. You pushed his head back and crossed his neck with kisses. Teeth. Tongue. You felt his fingertips press into your back, his hips rise, a moan bubble up in his chest. He tried to speak between gasps, his hands sliding down to your ass as you licked up to his jaw, intoxicated by the taste of his skin.
âI didnât r-realize⊠o-ohâŠâ
You flicked his earrings with the tip of your tongue, dissipating your breath so it was whisper soft against his jaw. âDeep down, you knew there was more under this surface,â you murmured and as you said it you thought of black water but the reality was reflected all over the walls, in small snapshots of mirrors from older and modern times. Yes, a mirror was the more apt imagery. Your tongue coiled around his ear, whispering his name low and slow. âYou donât like it?â
âI didnât think you were crazyâŠâ Jungkook gasped. He pressed you down onto his lap, hiking your dress up further. An exhale drifted past your ear. âI didnât say I didnât l-like itâŠâ
With a single finger, you turned his head to face you. Half-moon eyes hazy with lust. He ticked his head, putting on the bad boy front you always knew was a front, and you rocked your hips against his to create the rhythm. He sucked in a breath, your name on the tip of his tongue, and you placed your lips against his temple to ensure that he could feel every word as much as he could hear it.
âNo matter who came before you, I hope you outmatch them all.â
He viewed you from his periphery.
You smiled in a dangerous way.
There was the briefest moment where he mirrored your smirk and then he lowered his head, catching you off guard with his lips against your pulse. By instinct, your fingers laced into his black hair, tilting your head to give him more access. Your eyes wandered among the walls. In smoked glass. In craved frames. From every angle, snapshots of Jungkook kissing down your neck and you pulling the straps of your dress aside, pressing his head downwards. His lips over your collarbones created an intricate network of pinpointed pleasure, blossoming, overlapping, your nerves singing. You hooked a finger down the center of the neckline, dragging it to a risqué level. His warm breath washed over your skin.
Anticipation on a knifeâs edge.
You gazed down through the shadows of your lashes. He was watching you through his own. Wondering without words. So many times Jungkook had asked for a light to ignite his addiction. You saw the writing on the wall before he did.
You tugged the top of your dress downward.
âFuckâŠâ
You fanned your hands over your ribs pushing your bare breasts upward. Little did he know there was a shelf bra in the dress. Probably didnât care. He clenched his jaw and frowned slightly, his cock throbbing from below. You could feel it because you were sitting on it.
âItâs annoying that you know how hot you are. Stop knowing how to act hot too.â
You wondered if he ever looked in a mirror. âThatâs rich coming from a guy that works out to make his chest big.â
He pressed his lips together before grumbling, âSoâŠ?â
You lifted you body and put your tits right in front of his face. He tried to throw you off as his lips made contact, but then was immediately distracted with the taste, running his tongue over your nipple with a moan. Strong hands on your waist again. Your own hand slid down the crown of his head, sliding in between the collar of his shirt and his shoulder muscles, caressing them as you felt sparks from his light sucking. He kissed across your chest to access the other and you breathed out, electric and erotic, your nails turning inward.
His groan was gravelly, rough from pleasure.
âUgh, fuck, scratch me.â
You dug your nails inward and he whined into your chest, sucking harder, flicking his tongue against your nipple. You moaned to the ceiling, arching your back, and now both of your hands were on his shoulders, creating a crisscross pattern of pink under his shirt collar. There was no rhyme or reason, only instinct. Jungkook growled, taking a swift moment to yank his arms out of his shirt before pawing at your hands to explore more, touch more, repaying you with divine lips and tongue. Either he liked pain or he loved pain. Hm. You had your opinions but you kept them to yourself.
You laced your fingers into his hair, arching your back. He extended his tongue and instead of him licking upwards, you curved your body downwards, only losing contact when it was physically impossible. You lowered your head slowly. Your tongue traced your lips. He was breathing in shallow, perfumed breaths tainted with your taste. Pupils dilated. Under the influence.
You stared into his dark eyes. âYou can still stop.â
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. âYeah, right. I was in it before you were.â
He wasnât wrong. Time moved too fast and too slow at the same time. You slid off his lap, gripping the side of your dress and pushing them down your hips. He rose, entranced, and you backed up, out of the way of the coffee table. In the room of mirrors â the living room â clothes began to slide to the floor one by one. Your tousling of his black hair had made it gone rogue, draping over his eyes as he tugged the back of his shirt out of his pants and let it fall. You took another step back while reaching forward, pulling apart his belt buckle. He glanced down as he was tugged forward. With one eye on you, he pulled the strap from the pin. You held the buckle. Pulled. He guided the black leather to smooth exit. For a few moments, you had him by the leash of his belt, dragging him into the bedroom.
Wouldnât be the first time.
From the look on his face, he remembered.
You held onto the belt after it made its escape, twirling it around in your hand. Jungkookâs dark eyes narrowed. âDonât.â You didnât say anything and that was more alarming. âDo not even think about it,â he warned, his tone becoming lower, gruff. You smiled. You flicked your wrist and he halted.
You coiled the black leather around your thigh.
Tightened it by crossing the ends.
Oh, he was looking now.
âDonât what?â you taunted, turning as you reached the end of the bed. Instead of lifting your knee to the edge of the mattress, you gripped the crossed straps of his belt and hoisted your leg upwards, adding a little bounce of your ass as you looked over your shoulder.
He didnât expect the showmanship. His mouth squeaked out an, âAre you serious?â
Muscles, tattoos, and he still didnât know what to do with all that. Your other hand grazed the curve of your ass to the hem of your seamless panties, hooking a finger over the edge and tugging it towards the center dip.
âOkay, fuck, youâre gonna make me bust in my damn jeans,â Jungkook muttered, looking annoyed at the tent in his pants. His hand was already undoing the button. You smiled, releasing your leg, walking over to the nightstand by the bed. The box of unused cigarettes was still there along with your lighter. You only glanced at them, dropping his belt to the side and opening the drawer, pulling out a string of condoms.
Turned around and Jungkook shot you a disbelieving look with his cock sticking out of his pants. Still in his boxer briefs, so obviously hard that he was past the open zipper. You didnât back down, approaching him with his death sentence dangling from your fingers.
He tried not to seem flustered. âYouâre busy, huh?â
You stopped in front of him, tilting in your head. âBusy waiting for you to make a move.â
He sucked the inside of his cheek. âTch. Am I supposed to believe that?â
âYou tell me.â
You sat down on the bed, placing the condoms within easy reach. Crossed your legs. Stared into his eyes, daring him to believe that you were lying. You saw bite his lip. Looking you up and down, so you did the same, watching him shove his jeans down further. You ticked your head.
âOr maybe just donât fall for my tricks, hm?â
And you fell back onto the bed, lifting your legs, reaching under. Put your weight on your shoulders while you hooked your fingers onto the sides of your panties, pulling up, up, slipping one leg out. Then the other. Flicked your wrist and sent it flying. Then you spread your legs to reveal his stunned face.
You pulled a condom oof the line and held it out to him.
He looked uneasy, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them away. âUh⊠You sure?â He tried to sound calm but his voice was shaking. He was trying to flip it on you.
You smiled. Casually. âI give you permission to find out.â
This did not ease Jungkookâs worries. He was too busy to staring at your pussy to formulate any more sentences, though. He took the condom from your hand, pushing down his black underwear. You looked. He saw you look. Confirmed that he didnât work out because he was lacking in his pants, that was for sure. Your gaze went back to his face. He didnât know what to think about your reaction, because you purposefully didnât have one.
Instead of speaking, you reached down in between your legs and spread your wet lips.
Lowering your lashes. Slow smirk. Jungkook sucked in a breath and ripped open the condom. His underwear was sliding down his legs, but you were too busy being fixated on the way his arms moved, carefully rolling down the condom as he watched your fingertips trace your slit, drawing circles around your clit. The heat turned into wetness. He moved closer. You curled a leg around his hip. He put a hand on your thigh, positioning himself over you. Made eye contact. You looked back curiously, spreading the upper lips of your slick pussy.
He slid the bottom of the slick head against your clit and made you both moan from the contact.
Rubbed, slowly. Your insides throbbed with need. The lubrication made it even better. You pulled your hand back and tipped your hips upwards, and then he slid in. He gasped, his inhale catching in his throat. The hand on your leg tensed. You pressed your calf into his ass, pushing him deeper.
âF-Fuck, whatââ
Your expression must have indicated that you were going to shove him in yourself, because Jungkook took one panicked glance at your face and thrust in, loudly swearing. He shut his eyes but you caught a peek of them rolling upwards as you dreamily sighed from the feeling of fullness, squeezing all around to feel more, the pressure becoming pleasure.
âYou can move.â Just in case he wasnât sure.
âShut up,â Jungkook snapped back, shifting his hand to grab your thigh, yanking you into his crotch. He cut off his own moan by clenching his jaw. You smiled. Sweetly. He glared as viciously as he could, which wasnât much, and thrust hard enough to make you both gasp. He was resisting from commenting about your tightness. âStop smirking at me like that.â
You tested fate.
âMake me.â
The light was playing tricks. Or maybe his hair was casting shadows over his darkened gaze. Or perhaps this was possession of passion that made him lean down. Locked gazes. He covered your mouth with his free hand. You let him, waiting to see where this would go. He began to move. Slow, deep, building the heat between your joined bodies. Staring into your eyes, and you stared back, clenching your core to increase the unfurling bliss, so damn good, watching his lashes lower, his lips parting, heated breath drifting out like invisible smoke. You raised your hips to meet him, moaning into his palm. He bit the edge of his lower lip, the tiny mole centered underneath suddenly visible.
Your tongue traced his fingers, dripping saliva.
He spread them, entranced by the way you thrust your wet muscle in time with his hips, coiling towards the small finger tattoos you knew he had. Jungkook swore under his breath, gripping your thigh harder, but he wasnât reaching the force you both craved. With reluctance, he removed his hand from your open mouth, watching the charming curl of your tongue disappearing in between your lips before gripping your other hip with his wet hand, cocking an eyebrow at you.
You reached back and grabbed fistfuls of your duvet, bracing yourself with an open-mouthed smirk.
He thrust hard and you rose to meet him. Both of you cried out at the radiating smack of force between bodies. Nothing for show. Just pure raw lust, chasing the high, giving into the lust. Heat into tension. Your back arched. He pulled you to him. You squeezed him all around. With each loud slap you felt pleasure ripple through your body, making your breasts bounce to his rhythm, and you let out a soft moan, sensing the ripple turning into a cascade, your insides tightening, closing your eyes once the vicious throb overtook your hips, drowning in orgasm.
âOh, fuckââ
Jungkook didnât even get to choke out his surprise before his own orgasm hit him. You felt his fingers dig in, snapping your bodies together. His drawn-out groan became the sonata to the punctuated sensation of inescapable euphoria. Wet. Hot. You gasped at a jolt of ecstasy rattling in your ribs. You felt his cock jerk inside you as his hold on you lessened, switching to kneading your thighs. Your brain was so hazy that his touch seemed to amplify the addictive heat, your legs closing in, keeping him in place.
âCouldâve⊠fuckinâ warned meâŠâ
He panted hard, squeezing your ass roughly. You didnât care. It was hard to when his slip to his Busan dialect was so attractive. You reveled in the bliss for a moment longer before lowering your legs, realizing the source of the heat was Jungkook whose body seemed to be ten thousand degrees. He pushed back his hair, revealing his glistening brow and cheekbones. Gasping for breath. He pulled out before stripping off the condom with a hiss.
âWhat am I supposed to do withââ
You sat up, using your elbows to lift your body. It was harder than you thought because the aftermath of tension had left a residual tremble throughout your nerves, but you ignored it, living on determination alone. Jungkook started, not expecting you to move so quickly. You didnât give him time to react, reaching down between your bodies.
âA-Ah, donâtâŠ!â
He stuttered, gasped, then moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. Slippery. Hot. Covered in lube and cum and now your fingers wrapping around his length, finding him half-hard. You gave him almost no pressure but all contact, glossing over the shaft until his cock swelled in your hand, ghosting over the head with your palm. He bit back a yelp, not yet opening his eyes, almost whining. His reaction drove you, sliding forward a bit to the very edge of the mattress. He held his breath. Snuck a peek. You angled your body to expose more of your inner thigh and lifted him.
His eyes widened.
You sandwiched his cock in between your palm and your inner thigh, sliding your body back and forth to stimulate him. He inhaled sharply, shooting you a look of indignation, and yet his hips began moving anyway. You gradually increased the pressure. His head tipped back, groaning to the ceiling, becoming harder and harder with each stroke.
You reached over to the condoms and held them out.
Jungkook lowered his head. âSeriously?â
You lifted your hand from his pulsing, wet cock. âSaying you donât want to?â
âI didnât say that,â he retorted.
You pulled one off. He handed you the used condom. There was maybe a second and then he gave back the empty foil wrapper in which you tucked the used one into, folding it carefully so there was no spillage. It wouldnât take long, anyway.
Part of you wanted to say that, but you held your tongue.
Hands on the back of your thighs, lifting your legs. Jungkook pinned your knees to your chest and slid back in, lowly growling, âHow the fuck are you so tight,â but you were too enveloped in the sensations, wet and hard and your inner muscles closing in, molding to the shaft. The swollen head hit that depth you could really feel, and you sighed, lifting your hips. His hands slid off your legs and hit the bed, sandwiching you in between the bed and his hard chest.
Your eyes locked with Jungkookâs.
It was intense, rough, carnal. You forgot your surroundings, clutching the duvet and his tattooed forearm, matching each slap of your bodies with a breathless gasp, your calves on his shoulders, his erratic breath melting into shuddering moans. You were moving up the bed little by little from the force. Your name slipped from his lips. Your pussy clenched involuntarily and then the rapid thunderous pulse overtook your senses. He lasted a little longer this time after your orgasm, but not much longer, succumbing to the vicious call, burying his entire length inside you and gritting his teeth to muffle his moan in his chest.
It should have ended there.
You could barely breathe. Suffocating from your own thighs. After an erotic, elated eternity, Jungkook lifted his upper body, gasping apologies. You could barely hear them, orgasm still ringing in your ears, having to relax your muscles one by one. The bed was a mess. Duvet bunched up. Condom wrappers garnishing the ground. Clothes all over the floor. Your legs crossed, sliding down. Jungkook was standing somehow and you could tell that even he thought that was a miracle. He offered a hand. You took it, letting him shakily pull you up to your feet.
His breath washed over your cheek.
You looked up at him. His dark orbs shifted towards you. Waning. You tilted your head. Half-moons. Lips to lips. You drank in his exhale, kissing him deeply. Still electrified. Hands all over, igniting fire over skin. His lower body bumped up against your thigh. Slippery hardness pressing into softness. The scent of sex clung between you and him. You reached down. Touching him. Stroking his cock with your fingertips while kissing him. You felt his hand snake between your legs, sliding two fingers into you. One by one, your fingers closed in. He stroked your clit before thrusting his fingers back in, swallowing your moan into his throat. You began to slide your hand up and down. The combination of lube and cum delivered that delicious friction that he was looking for. At this point, the fervor was so intense that the pace was fierce, fast, a contest of who could get each other off faster while in lip-lock.
You shoved your tongue into his mouth.
Jungkook sucked on it, pushing a third finger into your soaked pussy, all the way up to his knuckles. You welcomed it, working his entire length, jacking him off tight and harsh, and all of a sudden he let go if your tongue, gasping with a pinched moan, his hips jerking forward. Hot spurts of milky white shot down your inner thigh. Not much, but definitely enough to witness and feel. Something inside you snapped and you had to grab his shoulder to avoid falling over, your nails digging in a halo as your pussy spasmed, sucking in his fingers with a wet squelch, your legs snapping closed to extend the feeling. Breathless moan against his ear. You leaned against him with your juices leaking down your legs and sticking to his fingers.
Delicious.
Satisfyingly ragged. Blood pumping. Both of your bodies burning, or at least yours was and his chest was alarmingly sweaty. You slowly untangled your hands from each other but they lingered low, suddenly realizing how much needed to be cleaned up.
âUhâŠâ Jungkook panted. âIâll helpâŠâ
He better. âYeah. We should, hah, clean up.â Your tongue traced your lips. âThen sleep.â
âI didnât bring clothes,â he mumbled distractedly.
You lifted yourself from his shoulder. âI still have your sweatpants,â you reminded him.
His dark eyes slid towards you. He tried to frown. His eyes were too eager and sparkly for that. âOh. YeahâŠâ
âYou can go home if you want,â you offered while naked and with his cum sticking to your thigh.
He sucked on the inside of his cheek sharply. âYou canât say sleep over and then take it back.â
âThen take it in the first place.â
âI was gonna,â Jungkook snapped, and grabbed your arm, pulling you in for another kiss.
-
âDid you mean it?â
The room was relatively clean now. The trash was appropriately in the trash. The clothes had been lumped into an ambiguous pile on your dresser. Teeth had been brushed. You had set aside a spare toothbrush for his use only. Seemed appropriate. He was not wearing his sweatpants. Turned out that was not his preferred way to sleep. It wasnât yours either. He was only in his boxer briefs and you were only in your panties. Your bodies were now minus each otherâs bodily fluids.
âMean what?â
You tried to yank the duvet into a more acceptable orientation before climbing in. After a pause, Jungkook lifted the other side and tried his best to settle in.
âThat you were waiting for me to make a move.â
Tried his best because he seemed to be distracted by the conversation. You adjusted your pillow and nestled in a section of the duvet that was not that close but not too far away either. It was a king-sized one for a queen bed. Plenty of sharable coverage. You didnât interfere with his routine and he didnât with yours. You took the time to think.
âHm.â It wasnât wholly true after all. âI didnât know if you were going to make a move or not.â He snorted under his breath but you ignored it to finish speaking. âAfter the first time you stayed over⊠It was more that I figured being prepared was better than not being prepared.â
âThatâsâŠâ He sounded uneasy.
âI canât live hoping for something that might or might not happen,â you said without facing him.
He seemed annoyed. âWhy not?â
You pointed out the obvious. âI donât think you should change your life only to appeal to me. You should do it for yourself.â
âWell, I did,â Jungkook grumbled. He cocooned himself in a good chunk of your duvet. That was the tell of a blanket stealer. You would have to keep an eye on him. âI quit for you. It was always you. Itâs happened already, so accept it.â
âYou shouldnât have done that.â
He grunted. âJust like how I shouldnât have started smoking in the first place. Guess thatâs the kind of shitty guy I am.â
Silence.
He wasnât facing you. You were looking up at the ceiling. Closed your eyes because there werenât any promises up there. The promises were always next to you. He seemed cold, but you knew better. He didnât know how to be a cold person. He tried his best and it was a constant failure.
âArenât you happy you broke that people-pleasing of yours?â you asked softly.
There was a short, reluctant pause before he muttered, âYouâre a butt.â
You burst out laughing. Big, muscly, tattooed man curled up in bed with you retorting with a childâs insult was too funny. Jungkook growled, rolling over to shake your shoulder with contained fury. You kept laughing even when he gave up and took the pillow out from under him, repeatedly bopping your torso and legs with it. There was no strength behind it. Plenty of salt, though. You opened your eyes mid-snicker and looked over to him. His arm was extended over to you. His black hair was all over the place. He shook his head like a Doberman and scrunched up his face. Frowning. On the verge of a pout, really. He could have looked madder. He would never make it as an actor. Your laughter died out.
âYou were gonna totally back off if I didnât have condoms?â you teased.
He looked exasperated. âSeriously? Iâm not some untrained dog who hasnât eaten in days! You⊠Thereâs plenty of other choices we have! Iâm a good guy!â
You smiled. âI know.â
He immediately stopped protesting. It was as if all the fight drained out of him. There was a whole universe in those big dark brown eyes. And then it occurred to you that, back then, Jungkook could never quite meet your eyes even though he was always looking your way. Every day came with a dark night. He would ask you, got a light, and you would hold up the flame, shining light into those dark eyes when he used to lean in.
It was strange, then, to see the light that was there when now his eyes locked with yours.
No lighter required.
âYou really tried to pass off as a bad guy. Almost fooled me, even.â
His eyes narrowed into slits. âUgh, fuck you.â
âYou did,â you quipped.
Jungkook flung the pillow behind him and scooted alarmingly close. You instinctively tried to move out of the way but there was no more bed to escape to. His strong arms wrapped around your shoulders and dragged you back to him, threatening you with, âShut up. Iâm hugging you.â
You failed to listen. Classic. âI didnât ask to be hugged.â
There was a foreign tingling feeling that raced all over your skin. Not from the physical closeness, but from the other kind of closeness. You felt your shoulder bump against his firm chest. He even threw his leg over your hip and yanked your legs closer, cocooning you with his frame. You almost thought he was trying to extend the night.
Instead, he simply latched onto you like a barnacle.
âI donât care. Iâm a bad guy. Hmph.â
Quiet.
You placed your hand on his forearm just under your breasts. This was going to become very hot and sweaty in the long run. But you let it be. You didnât want to let go either, even though you werenât exactly doing the holding on. You used your other hand to drag the duvet back up under your chin. He didnât stop you. You felt him squeeze you a little tighter once you were comfortable, as if to confirm. You patted his arm.
âYour hand is too hot,â he complained in a mumble by your ear.
âThat sucks,â you said and didnât move it. He didnât try to shrug you off either. âIâll make your steak tomorrow.â
He pretended to gnaw on your shoulder. âWe canât have steak for breakfast.â
âWhy not? Weâre adults.â
âThat isnât what adults do.â
âThen I give up on being an adult.â
âMe too,â he huffed. He perched his chin by your head. âAlright, Iâm down.â
You debated on telling him. Telling him why you purchased the lighter in the first place. Even before him, it constantly stayed in your pocket. It only came out on the darkest nights when the insomnia was the worst. A flame and a human life followed the same trajectory. At night was when the flame danced the brightest. You would watch the flame dance. Contemplated. Extinguished it. You even did your due diligence of refilling it when it was low. When Jeon Jungkook appeared in your life, you ignited the flame for him without much thought. That was, after all, the intended use the lighter. It made sense to use it as such. You found yourself reaching for it less because, well, what if you ran into him? He would always ask and you would always provide. When he had handed you his barely-used pack and said he was done, you too gradually began to leave the lighter behind. The two objects had begun to collect dust night after night. Untouched. Originally your lighter wasnât for him, and yet.
That small flame had led him to you.
The universe planned well.
âHey, Jungkook?â
âUuh?â He sounded very sleepy and not quite conscious.
âMy lighter was for you, after all.â
âMmmmâŠâ He nestled closer and squeezed your arm. âThatâs good.â
You smiled as he drifted off to sleep. He still snored, although less intensely. His grip on you relaxed but was no less meaningful. Slowly, the exhaustion caught up to you, and you went willingly, following Jeon Jungkookâs path to dreams. You would have to get used to this new routine of the night.
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