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âHow⌠does it feel?â Locus asked haltingly. Lopez shrugged. â<Weird. But I expected that.>â Locus hummed, his brow furrowed like he was lost in thought as he scanned Lopezâs face. Lopez grabbed Locusâ wrists, bringing his hands to his throat. âWhat are you--?â â<One way to test it. Take my head off.>â Locusâ eyes widened, his expression turning panicked. He tried to pull his hands away, but Lopez held him steady. â<You are the only person strong enough,>â Lopez said firmly, giving the other no room to balk any further. â<If this synthskin doesnât fix the problem, I want to know now, not later.>â Lopez could feel the way Locusâs hands shifted, his fingers flexing as he fought some internal debate. Lopez couldnât read his mind, but the flicker of those marble grey eyes was telling as Locus looked at his hands around Lopezâs throat, then to his face and then back again and again. â<It doesnât hurt, if thatâs what all this fuss is about.>â Not strictly true, having his head removed wasnât exactly a pleasant feeling. But better to do it now, with some degree of control, than in the middle of a fight or an accident. The sensation of feeling everywhere his skin touched was strange though, the normally very localized sensors spread out across the surface of the synthskin. Was this how humans felt things all the time? No wonder they were so easily distracted. Neither of them moved. âYouâre certain?â Locus asked finally, his voice little more than a whisper. Lopez raised an eyebrow and let himself grin just a little at being able to convey the sentiment properly. Maybe there were some advantages to the synthskin after all. â<I wouldnât have said it if I wasnât.>â A nod, then the pressure. Lopez knew Locus was strong, for a human, but the feeling of his hands tightening around his neck and pulling at his jaw, the base of his metal skullâŚÂ His head didnât budge, and the pressure eased. Lopez clicked his tongue, releasing Locusâ wrists. â<Good. That is one problem fixed, at least.>â
#rvb#red vs blue#rvb locus#rvb lopez#samuel âlocusâ ortez#lopez the heavy#locpez#my art#batsy art#batsy writes#sometimes i swear i open clip to draw one thing and i blink and something else entirely has spawned in#im not MAD im just like#damn#okay#technically part of a longer thing i have pinging around my head with them and lopez getting himself a proper synthskin bc i accidentally#really really liked the more human look on him and went welp time to make up a reason to draw him like that more#im not immune to cool robot glowy eyes#lopez gets curly hair bc i said so but he would never let it get long enough to be fluffy#heart breaking as it is#technically i drew this last night fromwhen its getting posted but i wanted to give the halloween comic a little bit of a breather lmaoooo#sometimes the fully clothed piece is just hornier than it has any right to be and i think that means it gets some space first lmao#yes this is scheduled for 8am bc it amuses me and thats about how long im willing to wait before unleashing it#a whole 13 hours from when i finished drawing it yahoo
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having ocs is the worst like wdym I have to be the one to draw them and write about them
#I want to put my blorbos in a situation!!!#but I canât think of any!!!!!!#and itâs not like the common fanfic tropes work here#only one bed??? bro what if they already have regular sleepovers???#only one bed isnât gonna be awkward for them!!!!#fake dating??? thereâs so many different obstacles to this one#ranging from ânot fake dating for long enough to matterâ#to âhaving to figure out what type of AU Iâm setting them in just to accommplish this one tropeâ#enemies to lovers??? again I donât want to flesh out an entire AU for a silly little scenario#and before anyone says âyou donât have to do all that extra work!!!â#YES I DO#it HAS to make sense or else I canât focus!!!#I need like a scenario prompt generator#like oh here your two characters get stuck in an elevator write about what happens#(they just hang out??? one of them teleports out??? thereâs nothing interesting to that)#all the simple prompts are too simple#and all the interesting ones are too complex#like do you see my issue here#all this to realize I donât think I like fluffy things lmao
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So I hit my 700th edit for the WHA wiki today, because I am a totally normal person
#For the record I have been there for. 27 days.#That makes an average of 26 edits a day which is even more terrifying because I definitely was not updating every day#Also this is for the Telepedia Wiki not the Fandom one#Anyway you should check it out!#In maybe a week because the website cache is super slow for some reason when you're not logged in#But I'm having fun#The nice thing about working on a wiki where there's actually other people doing stuff#Is that they can do the boring stuff like character bios and etc while I run around doing the fun stuff like pages on animals and plants#Anyway I was working on the Eldroxen page which are the big fluffy ox from the Silver Eve Procession#And it was so funny collecting info on them from the main series and then checking Kitchen real quick and SURPRISE! THEY'RE EATING IT!#I mean I should have expected this after having watched Dungeon Meshi and yet~~~#Also funny was that I copy+pasted the page coding for one the (food) animals as a template for this giant Mole-worm beast page but#forgot to remove the line about it being for food and afterwards had a laugh and then removed it#But now I'm like. They probably WOULD eat that sucker. Giant mole worm/snake/dragon thing? That'd feed a whole town!#Qifrey could have an entire audience watching how he'd prepare and season it#Anyway if you've been wondering where I've been that's it#Also funny story: during the Covid pandemic I stayed employed when my coworkers got let go because they needed me to catalogue an entire#new set of guided reading books; and have these sets have a digital checkout instead of the old-school card catalog we were literally still#using in 2020. Anyway I went all out with the organization of the books and the boxes and even made a reference binder for the books#via subject so teachers/tutors could find specific subjects and reading levels etc#(I'd have done a digital way to search for results but honestly half the teachers couldn't figure out how to sign in to the laptop. So.)#Anyway. Only a handful of teachers actually used these books and two years later the school switched to a new reading program#that came with its own set of books and lessons so this 10k reading set was essentially unneeded (and my dear coworkers never got rehired)#Anyway I learned last week that they're clearing out that room and all of those barely-used books are getting thrown out đđđđđ#Isn't that funny#Literally everything is just sandcastles built in the surf#I'm so glad I already accepted this during my pumpkin carving years because otherwise I think I'd be upset#Anyway I'm gonna go play my spooky fishing game
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#psyching myself up to try and watch the new series of heartstopper#I don't make a lot of personal posts these days and it feels easier to talk about this in the tags for some reason now - like I'm whisperin#but series 2 absolutely wrecked me in a way that is not entirely healthy#isaac's storyline is just a bit too close to home for me and I became a bawling mess every single time he was on screen#and not in a cathartic way. in a like I am dredging up the trauma of growing up aroace without having fully come to terms with it yet way.#I've come such a long way with slowly starting to feel pride in being aroace even in just the last few months#that I wondered if I'd actually be fine with it this time. I even considered rewatching s2 in preparation. turns out I'm not fine.#I watched a recap of s2 to try and remember what happened and uhhhh that clip of isaac rejecting that love interest in the bookshop#(with the novel loveless blurry in the background) has already brought up emotions.#then I thought I'd scroll some spoilers in his character tag just to prepare myself for what would happen with him this season#and just reading posts (mild spoilers here) about him being proudly aroace have sent me into paroxysms of sobbing yet again so....#I've honestly come such a long way in the last few years and the last few months. I'm even talking about it on tumblr now.#but I guess most of my work on that front has been accepting the present and the future of not having or wanting a partner.#whereas there's still a lifetime of trauma from the way it made me feel in the past#both growing up feeling alienated and having no idea what was different about me and the extent to which I tried to make it not be true#for years after first having an inkling of it being a possibility. I would have done anything to make myself alloromantic.#(the realisation of asexuality came later and was more of a 'huh I guess that makes sense' thing lol)#and even though I no longer want to change this fact about who I am#I guess I'm more traumatised by it all than I consciously realised. genuinely thought I'd be fine at this point.#anyway ramble over. I'm actually not sure if I should watch the new season or not. will it be helpful to work through the emotions?#or just re-traumatise me? felt more like the latter last time so hmmm.#guess I'm going to have to think about it.#it feels ridiculous that such a fluffy show - in which the character in question is pretty minor - should provoke such a reaction#but there you go#mine#tag chat#personal
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quick post clarifying what i'm gonna do with my Crarry art and my Craig design moving forward
i just wanna make this post as short and sweet as i can as i've been struggling to find a way to write this in a coherent fashion (i'm VERY tired today, lol), especially with everything that's been going down in the fandom lately. people are not happy right now. this is a post meant to explain what i'm going to be doing with my Crarry stuff from now on, as well as how i'm gonna be using my fan design for Craig.
on the topic of my Craig x Barry art: i've been a little bit conflicted on what to do with it for a little bit, but i've mostly decided towards keeping it up on my blog for archival purposes. i don't like having to remove my art, especially when 1. it was made with the context that the (at the time) canon truth was that Barry and Craig were nothing but unrelated friends, and 2. it's still good art and it brought me a lot of joy when i first created it. i've regretted deleting art in the past and i think that i'd definitely regret deleting it now, especially if there was a threat of it becoming lost media and i didn't have the files to back it up. i care too much about my art to do that. so, it's all staying up on my blog, with the added disclaimer that it was made before August 17th 2024 and that it was obviously not supposed to portray weird incest stuff. can't do much about putting a disclaimer on it if it's already been reblogged though, so it's only gonna appear on the original post :/
on the topic of Craig himself: this is the bit i'm most excited about, but it's also the hardest bit to explain in a way that makes sense, so i'll try not to get ahead of myself here.
so, to start off with: in this post, i made some doodles showing an improved fan design i had made for Craig that portrays him as a blond nerdy guy with glasses and an injured eye. this is obviously not how Craig ended up looking like in canon and wasn't what i expected him to look like, it was something i made for myself and my own art. even so, he was practically just a skin applied to a pre-existing character whose personality had already been established. but now that the Craig i intended that design to be attached to has been revealed to be something we thought he wasn't (barry's entire freaking dad), i'm gonna do something a little different with my Craig to differentiate him from canon. i'm gonna take everything i liked about him before the reveal, retool him and his personality to better match the ideas and headcanons i had brewing in my head for him, and create a whole new canon for him to reside in. i've basically made him into a slightly divergent alternate version of canon Craig, basically. and it is incredibly self-indulgent, lol. (isn't that what being a creative is all about though..... self indulgence and insane storycrafting)
this bit might be slightly controversial, but what i'm planning with this version of Craig is that i'm gonna continue shipping Barry with him instead of Canon Craig like before. i really like the dynamic that Barry and Craig had in canon before the Dad Reveal Jumpscare Incident, with them sort of being polar opposites who would have some silly banter with each other, but also having a few similarities and shared interests that would bring them together, so that dynamic is gonna be brought over to this canon i've created for myself. it's basically gonna be a smorgasbord of everything i like about these characters with some expansions and slight changes to better fit with what i think would have been cool to see actually happen in canon. i'm likely gonna make a post about how i want to characterise my Craig later, but just know that 1. CranBarry is a thing in my little universe and 2. my Craig =/= Canon Craig and there will be a disclaimer explaining that on each fanwork i make depicting the ship from now on. i should probably give my Craig a last name so i don't have to keep calling him "my Craig" for disambiguation......
this hasn't been done out of spite or disrespect towards HB or anything at all. i'm disappointed with the change they made, and i do think it was very poorly executed, but at the end of the day, what happens in canon is not my story to write no matter how much i want to see in the series, and all i can do is sigh, shrug, pick up a pencil and start enacting the change i want to see for myself. i'm someone who believes that, while art can absolutely be criticised, it's up to the artist to decide what they want to do, and they don't have to cater to feedback if they don't want to. granted, it is a little different in Halfbrick's case because Jetpack Joyride is their product, and they are a sizable company who also makes money and business decisions and has a big audience and whatnot, but you get it right? it sucks, but like.... there's not really much you can do about it apart from write something you'd want to see.
so yeah, that's pretty much everything. i'm hoping this will go over well with everything that's happened because i really do love the gay little relationship i've given these two, i just can't continue doing it with the canon version of Craig for obvious reasons. the only problem i really see this causing is the very slight irritation that will come with possibly having to clarify this every time i post a Crarry thing. it'll probably be no biggie though, i'll just link to this post explaining everything. i sure do love coming up with incredibly convoluted solutions to simple problems looolll, it's my special talent at this point XD ahh well. if there's a bright side, it means i get to be even more self-indulgent and creative with these doofuses, and there might be some new headcanon and fanfic stuff coming later, as well as new Craig art. sucks that canon decided to fold in on itself, but i'm gonna try to ignore it for the most part.
#jetpack joyride#jetpack joyride 2#craig the scientist#i like how whenever something i don't like happens in canon i'm just like ''CREATE 3 NEW ALTERNATE CANONS'' lol#nah but seriously i think having my own self-indulgent realm where i can rotate these guys in my head in peace is probably the best way-#-i can think of to have my cake and eat it too with this ship#it's a shame that it's been retconned out of existence in canon and has caused so much awkwardness regarding old fanart but i just gotta-#-keep on truckin' and hope for the best#i'm excited to share some new drawings of my craig design! i've refined him a little bit from the last time i drew him :D#i thought his hair was too..... fluffy. it looks more modest now.#i'm probably gonna slightly tweak barry's characterisation in fan works too (but like... i already have a billion headcanons for him anyway#-so it really won't be that different actually)#also ''short and sweet'' this goes on for 6 paragraphs đ#the steakout-05 guide to not liking canon: play god and make an entirely new canon in a new universe you can use to bend to your will#don't like a story? UPROOT THE VERY STRUCTURE OF ITS REALITY AND PLAY GOD RAAAHHH#heheheheeeeheh#anyway yeah. hope this goes well#i will not give up hope on my conquest to make jetpack joyride the gayest thing ever /hj#hope this makes sense too
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Itâs so funny to me that there are people who literally think shows like We Are being popular is going to ruin BL series completely. Like I literally saw someone say itâs dangerous how popular it is đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
#there are worse things than a silly little slice of life uni romance being popular lmao#oh no they might make more Bl series that people are obviously enjoying!!! heavens to Betsy whatever shall we do???#stuff and nonsense#okay tbf I know there are issues with fans inflating tweet counts and that they look to Twitter more than yt views or comments or w/e#but itâs still funny to me#Iâm not going to quote what they said exactly because Iâll get angry again haha#I just donât understand how such a fluffy chill show is endgendering so much outrage#and that itâs literally ruining entire tropes and genres#Stuff and nonsense#oops they didnât say dangerous but the rest still stands lol
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obsessed w the choice to have reinhard & hilda hook up for the first time in the context of. reinhard is having a breakdown over his guilt at the death of his boy best friend like. very heterosexual of him, I'm sure
#also like. it is so funny to me that people ship this as like. them being In Love and fluffy etc etc like. the vibes are extremely Not That#they fuck bc he's having a breakdown. she leaves before he wakes up and looks terrified when he comes to see her#he gave her a military position and wanted to make her prime minister and every time she correctly disagrees with him he hates her for it#she's the closest thing he has to a friend but he can't forgive her for not being kircheis so he marries her instead#he brings flowers bc it's what mittermeyer did bc he's following a script bc he doesn't know how to do any of this#(this being. heterosexuality. having any kind of normal relationships with people. functioning in society)#she canonically doesn't feel like she understands how to be a woman#oh my god are they the 'he's gay she's a lesbian their marriage will change your perception of love' couple#wait no also. his reason for proposing. jesus christ his entire concept of gender & relationships is So shaped by what happened to annerose#he feels obligated to marry her now but also. as if marrying her isn't just another way of trapping her into that kind of role#like she's can't be ur official military advisor or ur prime minister. she has to be Your Wife. and i cannot see her being happy w that#like it would get her what she wants (advancement for her family) but oh my god at what cost#sorry these tags are just. my running commentary of the ep now anyway losing it at reinhard saying âcan kircheis forgive me for marryingâ#ok i was gonna make fun of him being like âhe never got to marry before he died :/â like. i really don't think that was a priority for him#but i do also think given the opportunity he would've married annerose. mediated desire and all that#dreaming.txt#e watches logh
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"(blank) hates laios!" WRONG WRONG WRONG. SHUT THE FUCK UP
shuro is just as awkward as laios and it is made So clear he considers him a friend and likes him. he defends him when the canaries start talking shit and actively readies himself to physically fight them so they dont get to him.
namari also likes laios. she respects him as a leader and also defends him and readies to fight the canaries.
ive not actually seen anyone claim izutsumi hates laios, but a lot of ppl Are weird abt them. izutsumi and laios' relationship was rocky at the beginning. he struggled to figure out how to interact with her. but by the end, she actively seeks him out to talk with during the lead up to the feast. she hides behind him when falin wakes up. she has already realized shecan do what she wants and does not need to stick around, yet she does. she sleeps near him on the windowsill, waiting with him and marcille for falin to wake up. she has accepted him as part of her life and wants to keep him in it.
marcille does not hate laios. let me say this again.
Marcille Donato Does Not Hate Laios Touden.
marcille Loves him. in a platonic, familial sense. laios returns this just as readily. she yells at him. she whacks him. she tells him whats on her mind. she uses healing magic to ease his pain during the parasite fiasco. she reattaches his leg when he loses it. she teaches him magic. she lays her head on his corpse and cries before reviving him. she launches herself at him two times, when the canaries interrogate them and when he talks her down in the tower. he is a comforting presence to her. she trusts him, she cares about him, she worries about him, she imagines him as a big fluffy dog that loves and protects her. laios is her rock when falin is taken from them time and time again. and she tries to be his as well. she whole-heartedly, unconditionally, loves and trusts laios.
chilchuck does not hate laios. laios pays him his rates, no questions asked. laios trusts and respects chilchuck's job as a lockpick. laios does not see him as a child (at least, i cant think of an instance where he does so). chilchuck states, outright, he sees him as a friend and doesnt want to see him hurt. he actively worries about him as the falin situation gets worse. chilchuck respects laios. he shows almost 0 hesitation in helping get falin back, nor eating her by the end. he does not think of leaving him once, until he realizes he could lose him. chilchuck is cowardly with emotions and prefers to bottle things, so his first instinct was to bolt. he was angry because he was scared of watching someone he cares about destroy himself. laios is his Friend.
and holy shit. holy Fucking shit. kabru DOES NOT hate laios. kabru has the rockiest start known to man with him, and he Still helps him by occupying the canaries. he warns him about them. he hides the black magic from them just as shuro does. his whole Thing is trusting laios despite himself. kabru has his own baggage regarding other people, just like laios, yet he tries so hard to believe and trust this man. he Wants to. kabru is not very hopeful, but laios makes him Want to be. he states like 3 times he wants to be close to him and sees him as a friend. he stays through the entire feast!! the man who hates monsters, whose biggest trigger is monsters, actively, consciously, Willingly stayed through the entire monster meat feast. all to help his friend get his sister back. he could've left!! the feast was like an entire week!! yet he was there for every single day. he was one of the closest people to the door when falin awoke!! after reuniting with her brother, her friends, the people who knew her the most (plus senshi and izutsumi), the first person she greets is kabru!! he wants to be close to laios, he likes laios, laios is his friend and he cares for him, he wants to meet his sister!!! kabru fucking stays on the island with him as one of his closest, most trusted advisors when he becomes king!!!!! he wants to help him succeed!!!! he wants him to be happy!!!! laios is his friend!!!!!!!!
im just. people like laios!! laios is a nice guy! he is friendly and cares about people! he is weird, he doesn't understand most social cues, he oversteps boundaries, but they stay beside him, because they like him and he is their friend. he is their friend!!!!! friendship is not all sunshine and rainbows, relationships in general are not sunshine and rainbows. you will upset people, people will upset you, you will get into arguments, things will happen, but at the end of the day, the people close to you like you! they love you! they care for you! they want to work it out and get through it because they love you, but they will feel those emotions first! human relationships are complex and messy and life is complicated. even shows for toddlers know this.
if you truly believe any of these characters hate laios you are worse than a toddler. watch some fucking oobi or something. god. fuck.
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#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi spoilers#laios touden#marcille donato#kabru of utaya#toshiro nakamoto#shuro dungeon meshi#izutsumi dungeon meshi#this goes out to that one stupid fucking post i kept seeing like. last week#how can you read the entire manga and still think 'oh wow i hate shuro or kabru or whatever'#like genuinely i dont think you actually know how to read#like you know how words come together to form a sentence#but if its not directly spelled out for you like a magic school house book then it flies over ur fuckin head#anyways im normal
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â â OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! â
âŽââ§âş...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife
âŽââ§âş...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL
no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.
not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.
one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.
it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.
'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'
'i know, my wife.'
'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'
'you begged for it, my wife.'
'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'
'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'
but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.
he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.
except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...
what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?
hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.
he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.
"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"
"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"
"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"
before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the babyâgentle like it's the finest glass, she instructsâbefore turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.
"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.
the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.
all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.
everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.
but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.
instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.
"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"
this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.
she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."
he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.
but, he couldn't lie.
she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.
"sukuna, watch your mouth!"
he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.
"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how toâ!â
oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.
âsukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.
ââŚapologies, my wife.â
chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.
after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.
"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.
"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.
you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.
a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.
but then...her eyes open.
both sets.
he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.
his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.
she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.
she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.
getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.
so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.
all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.
yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.
but now?
sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.
he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."
"hmm..."
a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.
"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.
"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."
"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."
"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."
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â TAGS â boxer!jk, heâs a fanboy, pouty jkkkkkk, ocâs a idol, sugar daddy elements, fluffy, rom-com vibess, jkâs secretly a little sub who loves praise, praise kinks, making love, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, rough sex, pussy-eating, unprotected sex, creampies, very light dirty talk, ocâs a tease, jk just loves oc, some violence (nothing serious jk punches a guy), ocâs a pillow princess, mainly dom!jk, subby!oc who is a menace, jk is super protective and a good bf, he beats someone up for you, tit play
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Jeon Jungkook was many thingsâcharismatic, âlover boyâ, charmingâbut the biggest one of all: a pain in the ass (for Yoongi). Jungkook was the type of guy to do whatever he wanted WHEN he wanted.
The kid had a strong backbone, Yoongi will give him that but it was an absolute nightmare dealing with the press for someone like Jungkook. Yoongi can count on his fingers how many times Jungkookâs gotten into heat for his loud ass mouth. Sometimes not all publicity was necessary whether it was good or bad in Yoongiâs opinion (not that anyoneâs ever asked).
âWhere is he? That little shitââ Yoongi growls behind gritted teeth as he storms through the gym towards the private training room Jungkook usually practiced in.
He slams the door open and locks eyes with his target, âThere you areâ!â
Jungkook stops in his tracks and turns around in surprise, âHyung?â Heâs confused as fuck because heâs been behaving himself lately, sooo what did he do now? âYoongi hyungâow! What the hell was that for?â
âHow many times did I tell your ass to keep your little flings under the radar? I told you: if youâre gonna be fooling around with people do it on the down low but no, you just gotta fucking let the world know huh?â Yoongi seethes, literally trembling with rage from where Jungkook stands.
Jungkook makes a confused noise, âBut I didnâtââ
âThen, what. The. Fuck. Is this?â Yoongi slaps his phone in Jungkookâs face, on it thereâs some tweet with an article linked to it.
Jungkook squints his eyes mumbling under his breath as he reads the tweet out loud, â..Idol l/n y/n caught in a dating scandal with infamous boxer Jeon Jungkookâwhatâs the big deal though, everyone usually ignores these types of things.â
Yoongi looks like he wants to scream, âKid you realize youâre a celebrity right?â Nod. âOkay, and sheâs a celebrity too right?â Nod. âSo why in the FUCK wouldnât this be a big deal? I mean, itâs not like weâre not talking about the nationâs âsweetheartâ here, the countryâs fucking pride and joy.â He really needs a fucking smoke right now.
âHyung itâs just a fucking rumor she probably doesnât even care or know about it, I donât see why youâre stressing out. Not like I know her either,â Jungkook carelessly says as he throws a few punches at the bag, âyouâre gonna end up bald with how youâre stressing right now.â
Yoongi takes a deep breath, in, out, in, out. âBecause, idiot,â emphasis on the idiot, âthis shit is getting out of control, you have any idea how many fucking news outlets are talking about this? For fucks sake the entire country is in shambles cause their âpreciousâ y/n is supposedly dating some lowlife boxer, no biggie really itâs not like I havenât been getting threats either over this little stunt of yours.â He glares.
Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh as he stops in his tracks, âHyung I didnât do anything, so fucking what if I posted a pic with my photocard, itâs MY photocard! Donât her fans do that shit too, so why is it a problem that I do it too?â
âBecause people think youâre dating now! They think youâre soft launching her or something!â Yoongi tugs at his hair, âYou realize if people find out you fucked with her just to get in her bed theyâre gonna lose it and not just on her but you mainly. You want a fucking witch hunt out for you? Because you know damn well they love her more than you.â
âOuch.â Jungkook grumbles petulantly.
âNo, ouch, use your fucking brain think about the damage youâll take all because you wanted to fuck their little princess.â Yoongi glares.
Jungkookâs almost offended that Yoongi would think of him like that. Sure he had his fair share of groupies and models but Jungkook wasnât a complete asshole about it! He had feelings too, heâs not sorry that he was fucking casually like any other normal person who was looking to unwind. It also isnât his fault that they labeled him a playboy.
In the eyes of the public Jungkook was a menace as there were rumors of him knocking models up and cheating on the girls heâs ever gotten spotted with. Everyday he woke up and there was something new that came out whether it was him âdatingâ or his flings coming out to talk about their one night stands.
Needless to say he didnât have the best public image.
âOkay let me stop you there, Iâm not after her for sex or anything. If you really want to know, I'm actually interested in her. I wanna get to know her some more and take things further yâknow?â He huffs and wipes the sweat off his brow with his shirt.
Yoongi scoffs, âYeah right, Iâll believe it when I see it.â As he finishes his sentence the door opens and Namjoon pops in with Seokjin, the two team members hauling in some duffle bags in tow.
âWhatâs going on? The hell Yoongi look so red for?â Namjoon huffs as he drops the bag gracelessly, âJungkook what did you do now?â He clicks his tongue in disappointment, tutting him like a misbehaved child.
Jungkookâs mouth drops open, this traitor! Heâs supposed to be on his side, not Yoongiâs. Seokjin interrupts with a loud cackle, âWhat didnât he do?â Another traitor! Jungkook canât believe this, his own hyungs against him.
âLong story short Romeo over here is in a dating scandalânot with just anybody though, fucking l/n y/n. Yâknow, the poster child.â Yoongi spits harshly, shooting Jungkook another pissy look while heâs at it.
Namjoonâs mouth drops open in shock, Seokjin actually looks pretty terrified too which is funny because if only he could see the face heâs making right now.
âNo way youâre insane for that, shit good luck with the press because they donât play about their little popstar.â Namjoon manages to utter once the shock passes.
Jungkook glares, âI didnât do anything! Theyâre mad Iâm showing off my photocard, I bet you that theyâre jealous because they donât have this one.â He huffs and thrusts his phone out to show them his phone case.
âWhat exactly did you do?â Seokjin laughs.
âNothing! I posted a mirror pic and I didnât expect a bunch of crazies to over analyze shit and spot the photocard. Not like itâs MY fault people make up narratives and shit.â Jungkook rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away safely in his pocket, âBut you know what, just wait and see.â
âWait and see what?â Namjoon snorts in amusement.
âHyung doesnât believe me but Iâm serious about her, Iâm gonna ask her out and from there maybe talk and get to know each other. One thing for sure sheâs gonna be my girl unless she slaps me in the face and tells me to leave her alone or somethin,â Jungkook grins as he elbows his still pissed off manager.
Seokjin looks at him with a shit-eating grin, âSure let me know how that ends up going for you.â
Jungkook purses his lips, âYouâll see..â
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They end up in Miami for a boxing match Jungkook has pending but his opponent ended up coming down with something so it got canceled. Now Jungkook has no clue what to do for an entire week and it doesnât help that heâs jet lagged, hungry, and tired. Not a good combination.
âDid they say when the match will be back on?â Jungkook mumbles boredly from his spot on the lounge chair in his hotel. Heâs slumped over scrolling down his phone looking at random shit on his feed.
âHard to tell Kook, apparently the guyâs really sick and can barely get outta bed or somethinâ. They said it was better to wait it out for a week and see what happens with him.â Yoongi sighs deeply, âFuck, just our luck too.â
Jungkook nods in agreement, âWhat do we do now hyung? Do we go back or..?â
Yoongi takes a seat on the opposite side of him with a shrug, âDunno, do whatever you want since the match is canceled. Me and Joon gotta stay back to talk with the event organizers and shit.â
He goes quiet for a few moments before sitting up, âOh wait thereâs an award show going on right now, they sent me an invite for you but I donât know if you wanna go or not.â
âAward show?â Jungkook makes a face but what other shit does he have to do? Itâs not like heâs got a match anymore anyways, maybe the after party will be cool or something. âI guess, why do they want me there?â
âAppearances for the pressâyou know, the usual.â Yoongi hums.
Jungkookâs lips are pursed as he looks around deep in thought. DOES he wanna go? Itâs not like this would be the first time theyâve asked him to make an appearance but Jungkook doesnât really like these types of things. Red carpets and interviews are so tedious and time consuming.
Waitâ
âHyung!â He suddenly gasps, âHoly shitâpass me my suit.â He says as he bolts away into the bathroom.
Yoongi looks at him in confusion, âWhat..kid what the hell are you on?â He snorts, âDonât tell me youâre excited to go to this thing.â Nonetheless he still takes out Jungkookâs suit for him and lays it on the bed.
âNo you donât understand,â Jungkook cuts off as he splashes his face with water, ây/n is probably gonna be there!â
ây/nâJungkook really?â Yoongi groans, âI thought you were playing around last time, I didnât think you were actually serious about it.â
Jungkook holds back his whine, âHyung you always think Iâm playing around, why isnât anyone taking me seriously about her! I swear I have good intentions.â
âI dunno, maybe cause you have a habit of sleeping with anything that walks and looks pretty to you. Or maybe the fact that youâve done this before. Should I remind you of that one model from Cancun?â Jungkook pouts, âOr the bartender chick from LA?â His pout deepens, âOr the girl from Paris?â
âOkay I get it!â Jungkook grumbles, âBut this time Iâm serious hyung, more than I ever been about someoneâespecially her.â He says with a sigh while changing out of his clothes and into the suit Yoongi laid out for him.
Yoongi sighs deeply, âLook all Iâm saying is to be careful how you go about this, itâs a lot at stake right now not just because of you being involved with her but the fact that the public has their opinions about you already as it is.â
Jungkook appreciates the sentiment but he doesnât need anyone to approve or disagree about his feelings. The public didnât deserve any explanations over what Jungkook chooses to do with his life, heâs here to fight and thatâs it. Not to be anyoneâs marionette or dress-up doll.
âI know hyung, thanks.â He smiles back and slips his blazer on, âIâll text you later on and tell you what happens.â Yoongi doesnât reply verbally rather with a low grunt, âSee ya.â Jungkook says with a final grin and heads out of the room down to the main lobby and into a car Yoongi had waiting for him.
On the way to the venue he checks out the award show on Instagram, he sees a lot of people he recognizes and a few new faces. His eyes scan over the page eagerly in hopes of seeing you on there. Are you performing tonight? Were you already there on the red carpet? Oh he bets you look absolutely divine tonight (you always do).
âYes!â He says a bit too loudly startling his driver in the process as he sheepishly apologizes.
Jungnkook finally comes across a post about you and he reads over the caption with an excited hum, biting his lip when he sees that you are performing after all. Heâs getting a mean adrenaline rush right now like the ones he usually gets before his matches. Just thinking about how heâs gonna get to meet you tonight is getting him all worked up. He wonders if youâll even give him the time of day.
Only one way to find out.
.
âJeon over here!â
âJeon, look here!â
âJeon, is it true you and y/n are dating?â Jungkook makes a point to ignore this and act like he didnât hear it even though heâs screaming on the inside.
The red carpetâs full of singers and models, the fans are screaming and reporters keep getting in his damn way as he tries to make his way through the crowd. Of course he stops for a picture or two with a fan, poses for the paparazzi too but heâs not concerned with them right now. He knows he must look a little lost with the way he keeps looking around like heâs trying to find something (yeah, you).
Jungkook almost frowns like a child who didnât get their way once he sees youâre not anywhere in sight. You probably already headed inside which sucks cause he really wanted to see you beforehand since it was probably arranged seating in there. At this rate he wonât be able to even say hiâ
âOh shit, my bad.â Jungkook says when he bumps into someone behind him. He turns around to apologize properly when his heart fucking stops. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygodâitâs you.
You look up at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, face scrunched up cutely (your lips pouty) in confusion as you tilt your head up (UP!) to look at him, âUm, youâre stepping on my dress.â Even your voice is so prettyyy.
âSorry my fault,â Jungkook steps back and kneels down to fix the rumpled state he left it in, vaguely aware of the fast flashing (the paparazzi must be eating this up), âlemme make it up to you though.â He says once he comes back up.
You tilt your head, âAnd how would you do that?â
âIâll buy you a new dress.â Jungkookâs dead serious too, if you asked him to buy you a whole house heâd do it in a heartbeat. Take everything at this pointâhave it.
âAnd who said I want you to buy me things?â You muse softly.
Jungkook chuckles softly and leans down to talk in your ear because the crowdâs getting louder and itâs hard to talk to you, âDonât be like that, if you let me take you out Iâll show you all the things I can buy you.â He murmurs low, voice husky.
You tilt your head to look at him, eyes dropping down to his lips and then back up as a coy smile plays at your soft lips, âYouâre funny.â You pat his cheek with a soft manicured hand and walk away.
His heart nearly skips a damn beat when you do that. Oh he swears he can still feel your soft hand sliding over his cheek when you walked away from him like the little tease you were. He doesnât know how long he stands there until he gets moving, a stupid grin on his face the entire time as he replays the moment over and over again in his head.
Jungkookâs not gonna lie, this little cat and mouse game that just started has him eager for more. Heâs so getting your number by the end of the night, call him delusional but he swears youâre digging him too with the way you checked him out just now.
He spends the entire night throwing a few sneaky glances your way, hell when you got on stage to perform he nearly folded then and there. Everything about itâsultry gaze, soft husky voice, and sensual body rollsâwas perfect. Jungkook donât even care that people are watching him ogle you in 4K, he doesn't bother to hide the fact that he likes what heâs seeing right now.
To make things worse you pass by his seat and shoot him a dazzling little smile, waving your fingers coyly at him which makes the people go wild. Oh heâs in love. Jungkook makes a point in looking for you afterwards at the afterparty. Youâre changed out of your outfit from earlier, now in a pretty babydoll and your little Prada loafers.
When he makes eye contact you shoot him a smile, âThought Iâd wear something you canât step on again.â
Jungkook snorted softly, âI already told you, I dunno why youâre being stubborn, quit playing and let me take you out already.â He says smoothly and wraps his arm around your waist, surprised that you donât push him off or anything.
You look him up and down with a soft hum, âMmmm Iâm kinda in the mood for some paella.â
âThen letâs go.â Jungkookâs ready, he will literally drop everything to get you some paella.
âNot from here though, I hear itâs way better in Spain.â You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down so heâs eye level with you, âSo unless youâre willing to take me to Spain, Iâm not going anywhere.â
Jungkook licks his lips, âFuck it, letâs go.â He starts leading you away, peeping the way you look surprised, âWhat?â He laughs.
âYouâre serious, right now?â Once you recover from the initial shock you smile at him with a quiet giggle, âYouâre crazy.â
Oh he just adores that cute eye-smile of yours, âLetâs get you some paella yeah?â
Itâs a nine hour flight you both impulsively leave on with no bags, didnât even tell your managers, and only your phones and wallets. No one questions when Jeon Jungkook walks through first class hand in hand with you trailing close by, youâre even wearing his blazer over your shoulders because you complained about how chilly it was.
Jungkookâs smiling like an idiot the entire time heâs sitting with you in the first class cabin. You donât seem to mind how touchy he is so he keeps an arm over your shoulder so youâre pressed close to his side. He nearly screams when you lay your head on his shoulder and doze off into a peaceful slumber.
You left Miami around one in the morning and got to Madrid at nine with Jungkook booking you two a room at the infamous Four Seasons hotel. You knock out with him for a few more hours until youâre complaining about your paella.
âHurry up, I'm starving and you promised me my paella.â You grumble and poke at his face.
âYeah, yeah Iâm awake.â Jungkook murmurs calmly as he rolls out of the bed to make himself presentable.
Jungkook feels like heâs in a dream right now, god this better not be because the sight of you looking so happy in front of him while eating your beloved paella is one for the books. Your little brunch date turns into a shopping date because you complain you donât wanna be wearing clothes from yesterday since the two of you decided to stay in Spain for the weekend.
He has a goofy smile on his face as he swipes, taps, and inserts his black card at different stores you drag him to. He lets you spend his money how you want to, relishing in the way the BVLGARI store workerâs eyes nearly bulge out of their head when Jungkook pays for a forty-eight thousand wrist watch, all for you.
âDoesnât it look pretty?â You grin softly while holding your wrist out to him.
Jungkook gently takes your hand in his and admires the watch, âPerfect, really suits you.â He grins softly as he thanks the employees and heads out with you to another store to see what you find.
By the time Sunday comes Jungkookâs spent well over one-hundred grand on you but does he care? No, not really because he did say heâd show you all the things heâd buy you. Jungkook doesnât wanna go back to Miami but Yoongiâs bitching at him to go back because apparently his opponent got better and the match was back on and set for Tuesday the earliest.
âLet me make you mine already.â He finds himself mumbling low in your ear as he tugs you into a loose hug, not caring that you two were standing in the middle of the airport about to board different flights back (of course he pays for your first class ticket home).
You look up at him with coy eyes and a soft little smile on your glossy lips, god he just wants to kiss the fuck out of you but he doesnât because you havenât give him the okay for anything past non-sexual intimacy which heâs fine with because he does wanna take time to get to know you.
His breath hitches when your finger comes up to trace over his lips gently, âCute.â You donât say anything else and walk away after the intercom announces your flight. You leave him standing there in the middle of the airport, dreamier than ever but sadly itâs cut short by his phone ringing.
âWhere the hell are you?â Yoongi growls.
âCalm down hyung, Iâm boarding in a few minutes.â Jungkook sighs as he rolls his eyes, âI got so much shit to tell you.â He smirks to himself and begins walking.
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Sometime into the next week when Jungkook lands back in Korea he asks for your number through Instagram. Heâs kinda surprised you gave it to him instead of dodging him like before, nonetheless heâs happy and giddy about it. He quite literally looks like a schoolgirl kicking her feet in bed texting her crush, thatâs how he feels like right now.
Youâre a quick texter which he likes and you donât seem to mind him spamming so thatâs even better. Jungkook spends his week giggling over dumb shit (itâs not) you say which has Seokjin making fun of him for it, which speaking of them they still couldnât believe Jungkook pulled you.
âNo way let me see.â Seokjin had demanded, âYouâre lying, she would never, she looks like she has standards.â Jungkook canât tell if heâs jealous or something, maybe heâs a secret stan too who knows.
Jungkook long established he was down bad for you ages ago but this just took the cake, a whole new level of simping. It starts when Jungkook decides to post a training video of him boxing/training, he goes viral and trends for a week because in the background heâs playing one of your songs. Heâs got a shit ton of people calling him a âgirly popâ or âcunty boxerâ but most tell him he knows whatâs up.
He doesnât know but by him doing that it opens a new door to your developing relationship because you start asking him to do things for you. It starts with you telling him to change his profile picture with a pic from your latest comeback (he gets made fun of by your fans but he doesnât care).
Then you make him tweet: âstream y/n for clear skinâ while promoting your music video through him (again heâs a laughing stock). The nail in the coffin is when you prettily request him to wear a shirt from your merch collection after one of his boxing matches.
âOh my god.â Yoongi says with his mouth dropped open in shock as Jungkook steps out of the backroom wearing a baby pink t-shirt with your face all over it, the cameras flash like crazy and reporters yell out a slew of different questions.
Jungkook runs around carefree in his little pink shirt posing for the cameras and grinning like an idiot because he knows youâre probably at home watching this. Yoongi asks him why he does these things and Jungkook just shrugs, he likes the praise you give him for doing everything you ask him to. He knows itâs light-hearted fun and youâd never do anything to humiliate him intentionally, if youâre happy then thatâs all that matters.
jk: did u see me tonight?
y/n <3: yess lol canât believe you actually did itttt
you looked super cute too, you should wear more shirts with my face on them.
jk: mayyybeeee you can come to one of my matches? donât u think i earned it?
y/n <3: when is it?
Jungkook damn nearly yells out in excitement, heâs literally shaking as he types out a fast response like youâre about to change your mind or something. He sends you the time and day for it, promising front row seats so youâll have a good view as he kicks this guyâs ass. You have him cheesing when you say this is going to be your first boxing match too, heâs so excited now.
âCalm down kid youâre gonna give me a headache with all that tapping.â Yoongi grunts as he slaps his hand against Jungkookâs knee, âI donât know why youâre nervous, she already told you sheâs here.â
âBecause hyung! This is a big deal to me, sheâs here at one of my matches and sheâs gonna get a front row view of the fight. Now I have to win this, I have to make it worth her time.â Jungkook grumbles with a pout.
Somewhere off to the side he hears Namjoon snort at him, âSheâs really got you wrapped around her finger donât she?â He says while hauling in a cooler with water bottles.
Jungkook doesnât even refute that statement, he barely bothers to acknowledge him because heâs reading over the texts youâre sending him. âHyung she said yes to coming to the after party!â He grins cheerfully.
âGood now get your head out of your ass and focus on what Iâm about to say. You have less than five minutes before youâre up in that ring and I need your head in the game.â Yoongi says sternly as he plucks Jungkookâs phone out of his hand, âYou remember what I said about pacing yourself?â
Jungkook sits there listening as Yoongi goes into trainer mode, he knows his hyung means no harm and just wants him to win this so Jungkook canât really be mad at him. He must have zoned out because Yoongi brings him back with a sharp smack to his arm, âAre you listening to me?â
âYeah,â Jungkook smiles as he stands up, âletâs do this.â
âGet out there and make me proud.â
The entire atmosphere outside has Jungkookâs adrenaline kicking in already. He hears the crowd chanting his name, the loud booming music, and the chatter from the on-goers. He mentally psyches himself, lightly bouncing on his feet as he closes his eyes and mumbles a small prayer. Once he hears his name echo loudly and the screams he steps out with his gloves in the air.
This is what he lives forâthe crowds, the music, and the atmosphere. He looks around the arena with a grin as they chant his name over and over again, stopping here and there to pose with fans. Jungkookâs not entirely focused on them though, his eyes wander through the front row looking for you and when his gaze finally lands on you he canât help the big smile he sports.
You look so pretty with your MIUMIU glasses over your head. Youâve got on a plain baby white tee under your black leather jacket, some low rise jeans and your loafers. Right now youâre the center of attention in your section with people taking pics of you from every direction and some asking for an autograph. You even brought your little friend (Jeon Soyeon?) along.
As he passes by Jungkook shoots you a wink to which you wave back with a flirty little smile. He doesnât miss the way your eyes skim over his bare chest and the desire begins fueling him with more determination to win. Sure he likes winning because who doesnât? But now he has more reason to win, he has to impress his future girl.
Jungkook gets pulled up on stage with his heart drumming against his ribcage, heâs so ready for this. The ref calls out both of them and soon enough after slipping his mouth guard and gloves on he rises to his feet and stalks forward slowly with a glint in his eye.
âI want a clean fight okay,â the ref says to both as Jungkook nods, âalright, to your corners.â He sends them both away, the announcer saying some shit Jungkook doesnât really concern himself with.
Jungkook makes eye contact with you one last time, the two of you mutually nodding before the sound of a bell has Jungkook immediately shifting his focus. Heâs light on his feet and takes his time watching with diligent eyes as his opponent circles around him, waiting to get the hit on him but Jungkookâs faster.
The guy swings but Jungkook easily dodges, another swing and Jungkook manages to catch him off guard with a sucker punch to the jaw sending the guy reeling backwards. Jungkook feels like he had enough time to warm-up, he doesnât play around anymore and launches himself towards his opponent with determination.
Punch after punch and round after round ends with Jungkook delivering one final blow, easily sealing this poor guyâs fate as the guy just lets go and falls to the ground. The referee jumps in, counting down from ten as Jungkook watches with anticipation and adrenaline, ready to go again if this guy gets up. He sees Yoongi sitting with clenched fists and a hopeful look in his eye, and then he sees you.
Youâre looking at Jungkook with worry, eyebrows furrowed and doe eyes filled with concern. He manages a bloody smile despite the fucking world of pain heâs in right now (heâs not looking forward to the ice bath after this). He swears the world around him blurs until he finally hears the bell and the announcerâs voice echoing through the arena.
âKnockout!â
Jungkook sags in relief as he hears cheers and yells all around. The paparazzi flash him with their cameras as the crowd loses it, Jungkook turns in time to see Yoongi crawling into the ring and bringing him in for a tight hug, âYou fuckinâ did it kid,â he laughs in disbelief as he has Jungkook spit his bloody mouthguard out.
âFuck hyung, water.â Jungkook rasps out as Yoongi yells for Namjoon to come over.
âYou good?â Yoongi asks, âLook at me kid, you okay?�� He pats his cheek as Jungkook nods tiredly given that the adrenaline rush was now gone, leaving him bruised and exhausted.
Namjoon comes over with water as Jungkook takes sips, spitting it out into a bucket Yoongi holds out for him to rinse his mouth out. The referee comes over to announce Jungkook as the winner as he stands there barely holding on from pain. He makes eye contact with you again, smiling through the exhaustion despite feeling pretty shitty right now. He slowly makes his way over as you simultaneously rise from your chair to meet him halfway.
âSo, what do you think?â Jungkook smirks as he crouches down and hops out of the ring.
You pout cutely with a frown, âYouâre hurt.â You softly murmur as your delicate hand comes up to cup his face, âIâm happy for you though, you did really amazing.â You smile.
Jungkook feels his heart swell with happiness hearing that, he goes to wrap his arm around your shoulder but stops in pain. He forgot about this part as a low groan slips from his lips, âShit he got me pretty good.â
âDonât overexert yourself,â you help him wrap an arm around you, âgotta be careful, you took some pretty hard hits in there.â
Jungkook laughs tiredly as he lays his head on top of yours while you walk together to the back, âShoulda seen the other guy.â He says low, ignoring the pointed glare you shoot at him, âYeah, yeah, Iâm just messing with you.â
You grumble something under your breath but he doesnât catch it, heâs riding off on the high from winning and being so close to you. He likes this and wouldnât mind having you in his life more after this as heâs long made peace with the idea of you being in his future. All he can think about at this moment is you, you, you.
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âSay you can't sleep, baby, I know that's that me, espresso,â
Jungkookâs laughing and talking with his friends, heâs got you wrapped up in his arms pressed against his chest as he nurses a whiskey in his other hand. You play with one of his necklaces and tune out his conversation which he doesnât notice until he turns to you and sees how sad you look, âWhatâs wrong?â
You look up at him and shake your head, âJust thinking.â
âAbout?â He gently prods, shifting his entire attention to you.
âYou didnât look so good earlier..how do you do it? I mean, I get you trained for this but I dunno, kinda scared me seeing you all beat up.â You softly murmur, âItâs just a thought of mine, I donât mean to offend you or anything.â
Jungkook softens at that, he thinks itâs adorable youâre worrying about him like that. Almost feels like.. âLetâs dance?â He asks when a favorite song of his comes on, âCâmon, itâll take your mind off things.â He grins.
You smile at him softly and follow him to the dancefloor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you by the hips with gentle hands. He hums along to the song playing in the background with his dark eyes trained on yours. You look so beautiful under the dark lights and he canât help but lean in.
âYouâre super pretty yâknow that?â Jungkook softly hums as he presses his forehead against yours.
You softly laugh, âTell me something I donât know.â
âMmm did I mention I really like your lips?â His lip curls in a smirk, âLove how soft and plump they look, âspecially when you wear lip gloss..â He slowly trails off as his lips hover over your own, âCan I kiss you?â
The way your eyes light up, crinkling with joy as you eagerly nod. Jungkook presses his lips to yours in a gentle manner, itâs sweet and slow, just like how he likes it. Your arms tighten around his neck and you tug him further down until he's towering over your figure, blocking you from everyoneâs view.
Feels like everythingâs complete now and Jungkookâs never felt happier than ever.
He slowly pulls off from the kiss as he stares down at you suddenly feeling shy, âCan I, um, maybe drive you home? Just to make sure you get home safe ân stuff. You donât have to if you donât want to, just thought Iâd ask.â
âYeah, Iâd like that.â You gently reply.
A slow smile spreads over his lips and he nods, âLetâs go then.â He guides you out of the party and into his sleek black car thatâs parked out in the front.
The car rideâs quiet and peaceful, he has the windows rolled down as the fresh breeze brushes over the two of you. Jungkook wishes the car ride lasted a little longer but itâs late (two in the morning actually) and he knows youâre tired. He makes a mental note to take you out on a drive next time you guys meet up.
âWeâre here baby.â He murmurs softly, gently waking you from your sleep.
âHm?â You sleepily blink and look around, âDamn, Iâm more tired than I thought.â You smile tiredly while stretching your arms out.
Jungkook chuckles, âDonât worry I got you.â He steps out and rounds the car, opening your door for you and helping you out, âWant me to carry you?â He teases.
You shoot him a sleepy pout and shake your head, âIâm good, maybe next time though.â You breathily chuckle.
âThereâs a next time?â He teases.
You toss him a knowing look, stopping in front of the building door, âGood night, or morning I dunno Iâm tired.â You spin around and lean over to smooch his cheek gently, âIâll see you tomorrow.â You softly murmur.
Jungkookâs completely entranced by you as he nods slowly, âNight.â
âMorning.â You teasingly correct him as you make your way inside.
Jungkook doesnât leave until he sees you hop into the elevator, and even then you still wave at him before disappearing inside. Once youâre gone Jungkook lets out a deep sigh as he leans back on his car, what a night.
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A few weeks pass and itâs nothing but bliss for Jungkook. Seeing that he has no matches lined up or anything he decides to hang out with you nearly everyday whether it be you and him going out for ice cream dates or Jungkook just taking you out for evening drives out of the city.
Heâs on cloud nine right nowâheâs got the girl of his dreams, his payout from the last match was pretty big, and everythingâs going right for him. Sure you havenât sat down to actually clarify what you two are but Jungkook knows you feel the same way about him. Maybe it isnât such a bad thing with the way things are right now, the youâre mine and Iâm yours is left unsaid but itâs there.
Youâve both been hard launching each other on your socials for the past few weeks anyways. By now people knew there was something up with you and him, given that Jungkook wasnât exactly discreet when he posted on his stories with you in them. Jungkook knows youâve been doing the same thing too so by now the media kinda labeled the relationship.
Will he say anything? Probably not. Does he care? Nope. He didnât owe anyone an explanation, he just wanted to be able to date you in peace.
Sometime in the week though you send him a message asking him if he wants to come with you as your plus one to some award show taking place in Hong Kong. He says yes of course duh, why the hell would he say otherwise?
He posts a pic with you in the private plane before calling it quits and ignoring his mentions/comments for the rest of the day. Todayâs your big day and while youâre not performing he wants to put his entire focus into being there for you.
âHow do I look?â He hears you say as heâs getting ready.
Youâre dressed to the nines styled in vintage Chanel and Jungkook had a suit tailored to match your aesthetic for the evening. He knows you both are gonna look so good tonight, no doubt youâll blow anyone away with your unwavering beauty too. âYou look amazing.â He says as he stands behind you.
Your eyes flick up in amusement, âThatâs all?â
Jungkook lays his chin over your shoulder and grins softly, âBreathtaking, beautiful, ethereal, stunningââ You cut him off with an embarrassed laugh as you swat at his hands.
âOkay, okay, I get it.â You turn around and play with the buttons to his shirt, âYou look really good too.â
âThatâs all?â He grins back.
âDonât push it, you make the compliments here.â You smirk and lay a sweet kiss over his lips, to which he happily and eagerly reciprocates.
He might have gotten a little carried away with it because heâs pushing you against the sink counter and kissing you stupid like heâs been doing these days. A soft muffled groan leaves him as he circles his hands over your hips and uses his grip to pull you into him until your lower pelvis is pressing against his own, dangerously close to his friend down there.
âJungkookââ You sigh, âWeâre gonna be late.â You say in-between his eager kisses.
âDonât care, let me kiss you stupid.â Jungkook replies as he closes the distance between you two again, moving his lips passionately against yours.
You let out a sweet little moan as your fingers card through his hair, he doesnât even care if you mess it up either. Looks are superficial and at the end of the day regardless of how people see him theyâll never know him or you and Jungkookâs okay with that.
Suddenly the sound of a knock interrupts the two of you and you pull away with a breathless sigh, âYeah?â You call out.
âThe carâs here and trafficâs looking pretty bad so it might be good if we leave right now. We got thirty minutes to get there since the red carpetâs already started.â Your manager says through the door.
You look at Jungkook with a soft smile as you lean up to smooch his lips, âWeâll meet you down there.â
No one expects you to come out hand in hand with Jungkook and he relishes in their shocked faces/reactions. He likes the thrill and canât help but pull you closer by the waist with his arm tucked tightly around you. They yell and beg for pictures as you walk on by with him, ignoring their weird comments or stupid questions with no meaning.
âYou wanna head inside baby?â He leans down to whisper in your ear after a few rounds of interviews and photos with the paps.
âYeah Iâm getting bored.â You hide your shoulder in his shoulder and follow as he guides you towards the venue with a hand splayed protectively over the small of your back.
He can tell youâre nervous about tonight with the way you sit with your hand tightly wrapped in his. Youâre currently nominated for two major categories with one of them being album of the year. Heâd be shitting himself too if he was going up against other talented singers. Youâre gonna win though, you have to and if you donât heâll fight them to recount the votes.
âEasy baby,â he whispers low, âyou got this okay?â
âI know but what if I lose?â You purse your lips, âI did really well this year so Iâm hoping maybe that I do win.â Jungkook doesnât like how sad and worried you look right now.
âIf you donât win Iâll buy the fucking thing.â Jungkook snorts, âNo one had the highest record sales and streams like you did baby, you basically have this in the bag and everyone knows it.â
You huff out a laugh and look at him in disbelief, âJungkook you can buy me all the things you want but youâre not buying me an award. Donât be ludicrous.â
He shrugs carelessly, âI wonât if they just give it to you.â He says seriously as he leans over to kiss your cheek, âI believe in you no matter what.â You look at him with a precious smile and turn your attention back to the show.
Performance after performance passes until soon theyâre announcing the winner for album of the year. You didnât win the other category but Jungkook knows for sure youâll win the next one. He can feel you nervously bouncing your knee and gripping his hand extra tight while the presenter takes their sweet time opening the envelope.
âAnd the award goes to,â pause, ây/n!â The crowd erupts into loud screams and cheers, hell Jungkook yells out as he looks at you with glee and helps you stand up.
âYou won baby!â Jungkook hugs you tightly as he sways side to side, âSo fuckinâ proud of you.â
You happily laugh and bury your face in his neck, âI was so scared, oh my god.â You accept his hand as he helps you step up on stage so you could get your award. He stands back filled with pride as he watches you stride with confidence towards the main stage, walking past all these other people he could care less about.
After the show Jungkookâs surprised you choose to go back to the hotel instead of the afterparty some other singer invites you guys to. He doesnât protest because heâs been dying to get away from all these people all night (you reprimanded him for suggesting that you guys leave right after you get your win). He walks hand in hand with you, smug as fuck because his girl bagged album of the year, just like he knew you would.
âSmile,â Jungkook holds his phone up, the flash going off as he hears you complain about not being ready, âyou look fine, I donât know what youâre talking about.â He snorts and shows you the picture he took.
You shoot him a pouty frown and take his phone, âDelete it I look bad,â you huff, âyou better take a better one.â
âWhatever you say princess.â Jungkook takes a series of photos for your Instagram and his, you look so pretty in each one he takes, itâs disgusting how much heâs obsessing over them, âDamn you look sexy.â
âI always do, thank you very much.â You huff and sit back in your seat, enjoying the rest of the ride back.
Jungkookâs immediately on you when the two of you get to the hotel. Heâs been wanting to pick up where you two left off earlier before your manager interrupted. If it was up to him you two wouldnât have even gone to the damn show, heâs been dying to get you out of the dress the minute he saw you in it.
âJungkook waitâmmph,â youâre cut off as he slips his lips over yours, his hands coming up to cup your face as he swallows your lips in a passionate-hungry kiss.
âCanât,â Jungkook whispers, âbeen waiting all night baby.â He reaches behind you to push the door open, kicking it open all the way as he tugs you close and walks you backwards into the room.
âMoment I laid eyes on you I was gone, knew I had to have you.â Jungkook whispers as he leans down to bury his face in your shoulder and neck leaving a flurry of hot kisses all over, âWanted to rip this shit off you.â He growls softly.
You whined in protest, body falling backwards when the back of your knees hit the lush bed, âNot my dressââ
âIâll buy anotherâhundreds baby, donât you know who your man is?â Jungkook smirks as he climbs over you, âCan I take it off you baby?â He knows heâs being a bit too eager right now, so naturally he wants to make sure youâre both on the same page.
âYeah.â You softly breathe out, âI want you to take it off,â you trail off looking at him with those siren eyes, âmake me yours.â You say as you let the strap of the dress slip off your shoulder invitingly.
Jungkook swallows hard, hands itching and trembling with excitement as he reaches up to pull the other strap, âYou already are.â He muses.
âAll the way,â you intertwine your hand with his with a precious little smile on your face, âwant everyone to know who my man is.â
Fuck. Jungkook bites down on his lip and nods, âYou want them to see my marks, want everyone to know whoâs fucking you good?â He purrs and leans down to hover over you, lips against lips.
You nod with a cute âmmhmâ, âI want it all, you promised youâd give it to me.â You softly pout, âOr was that a lie?â
âFuck no, take it baby, âs all yours.â Jungkook hurriedly unbuttons his dress shirt, hastily throwing his belt off and peeling his slacks off, âGonna give you exactly what you need till you canât take it.â He says as he reaches for the zipper to the dress.
He all but rips the thing off of you and tosses it to the corner of the room (mind you itâs worth over twenty thousand). Itâs the first time seeing you like this under him and he wants to make it special for you, a night youâll never forget.
âFuck, youâre beautiful baby.â He comments as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses along your chest and tummy,slowly slipping down the bed as he inches towards your panty covered pussy.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been dreaming of this, been thinking about all the ways I could have you,â he whispers and lays a kiss over your damp folds, âI didnât know if I wanted to lay you on my bed or bend you over the carâyou make it so hard to control myself, you have no idea.â
He sees the little tremor that passes over you when he says this. Your eyes are filled with want and need but like the stubborn little thing you are, you donât say anything. Jungkook canât have that either, he wantsâno needsâto hear your sweet little voice beg for him.
âWhatâs the matter baby? You need something?â Jungkook softly croons as he peppers soft kisses against your inner thighs.
You bite on your lip and nod, âNeed you.â
âBut you already have me?â He grins, he can see the frustration bubbling up on your face.
âHere,â you softly breathe and reach down to tug your panties upwards, the material digs into your cunt giving him a perfect outline of it, âwonât you give it to me?â Your voice pulls him in like a siren singing to a sailor, heâs so entranced by it he almost feels like heâs gonna drool right now.
Jungkook wastes no time in yanking the damp materials down your thighs, not bothering to slide them completely off as he lifts your legs up. Theyâre pressed together with your soft pussy lips pressed together for him, tempting him with a glob of shiny slick running down your soft asscheeks.
âFuck,â Jungkook growls as he leans in to smother his face with your cunt, tongue slipping through your drenched dewy folds to lap up the globs of slick.
You kick your feet in the air with a tiny whine, hips wiggling in an attempt to get him on your clit. He laps at you messily, circling the tip of his tongue over your throbbing bud thatâs squished between your folds. The moan you let out sends shivers down his spine and heâs eager to hear more.
âSo fucking good,â he pants, âjusâ like I imagined pretty baby.â He slurs out, pussy drunk already.
He can feel you reaching down to tug your panties all the way off but he canât be bothered with stopping, not when your cuntâs gushing for him. Jungkook licks with vigor, swiping over and over against your tender clit. Your cunt opens up beautifully with a low squelch and your thighs begin trembling under his strong hold.
It gets harder with each passing second to contain himself, his cock feels like itâs literally about to burst. He pulls away from you and lets your shaky legs fall back as he tears your panties off completely.
âGonna fuck you so good baby,â he climbs over you and reaches down to pull his heavy cock out, âcanât wait anymore.â
Your legs easily fall apart for him and make room as he shuffles closer between them. Jungkook sees the way your eyes go dark when they land below between his legs where his cock hangs heavy, swollen at the tip with beady trails of precum oozing from the head. You lick your lips and reach down to grip him in your soft hand, tentatively squeezing and stroking as if you were feeling him up.
âLike it baby? Gonna have my fat cock fill this little pussy up?â Jungkook has a sleazy grin splayed over his lips as he watches you, âHm?â
âYeah, âm not gonna let you cum anywhere but inside,â you deviously smile back like the nasty little minx you are, âtill itâs dripping.â
He groans at the thought of that and kicks his hips forward, âLemme in baby,â he slurs out, âslip it right in for me, there you go.â He purrs when he feels the head slide over your messy pussy, smearing your slick and his precum all over your cunt before youâre guiding him towards your winking sopping hole.
You bite down on your lip when the tip catches against your rim, it pops inside feeling you inch for inch slowlyâcockhead spreading you open until heâs fully seated in your tight cunt. He canât help but bite his lip with the way youâre squeezing him so tightâso snug and warm.
âSo nice ân warm for me,â he hoarsely says as he rubs his hands along your sides, gently squeezing at your hips as he pulls you closer until your pelvis is smacked tight against his own.
You let out the most sinful fucking moan ever when his cock slides deeper. Back arching and toes curlingâhe just loves how beautiful you look spread out under him with your pretty pussy snug against his cock. You release a stuttered moan as you reach for his hands and squeeze tightly.
âHurts a little,â you say through gritted teeth, âwhy the fuck are you so fucking big?â
Jungkook nearly laughs at that because he doesnât think heâs ever heard that many curse words leave your mouth before. âYou want me to pull out?â
âNo donât you dare,â you glare, âtook me a minute to get this thing in and you want me to do it all over again?â
Jungkook looks back down with a low whistle, âLittle pussy looks like itâs struggling to keep me all in baby, you sure you can handle it?â He teases as he reaches down to flick his thumb over your swollen clit.
Your hips jump and you whine out for him, âStop playing around Jungkook,â you turn to hide your face in the soft sheets, âyou know I can.â You mumble softly, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
Jungkook bites down on his lip and rolls his hips slowly, âI know, you were made for this dick.â He smirks and lazily flicks his thumb pairing it with his slow but deep thrusts.
Your moans come out soft and breathy, everytime he backstrokes thereâs a light sheen of slick covering his cock from the base near his pelvis. Your cunt makes these adorable little squelching noises as he pushes back in, balls lightly pressing against your taint when he buries himself back in. Occasionally he stops for a few seconds before he resumes his lazy pace.
He never imagined itâd feel this good with you, something about the way your little pussy refuses to let go for even a momentâsqueezing him so tight itâs almost impossible to move. His own noises come out soft and husky, he canât help the moans and soft sighs he lets out from the hot pleasure coiling in his stomach.
âBaby,â he gasps as he leans forward to hover over you with hands on either side of you, âthis good?â He asks as he steadily increases the pace in his thrusts, hips smacking wetly against your ass and balls swinging now.
You nod eagerly, âMore than goodâmm, jusâ like that,â you sound blissed out, gaze half-lidded and dreamy as you stare up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.
âLike that?â He groans, âOr like this?â Suddenly Jungkook snaps his hips up, a loud smack filling the room alongside a warbled cry of his name, âOh you like that, donât you? Baby likes it rough?â He purrs.
The slideâs fucking nasty with a mix of precum and your slick, he feels it slide down your taint where his balls slap repeatedly. The noise is filthy and sends pleasant tremors down his spine, âOh, fuck,â he groans softly, âdoing so good for me.â
Jungkook begins moving earnestly now, slamming his cock in and out of your bruised and battered cunt. Slick spills everywhereâthe sheets, your inner thighs, his pelvisâitâs like music to his fucking ears right now. He canât resist and leans down to smother your lips with his, swallowing every little cry and moan you let out.
Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you hold on tightly, he reaches down to wrap a leg around his waist as he manages to slide in deeper with the tip brushing over your g-spot. You let out a loud cry into his mouth and bury your fingers in his hair, your thigh starts trembling again only this time more intense than before.
âYou gonna cum for me baby?â He pulls away with a moan, âCâmon, be a good girl and make it messy.â He purrs against your lips while watching your expressions closely.
You stare into his eyes with unshed tears as more whimpers and whines escape, âSo close,â you manage to wrap another shaky leg around him, âplease, please, âm so close.â You whine out as your legs cross behind him on his back.
Jungkook doesnât wanna disappoint or hold out any longer as he manages to stick a hand down between you to roll your clit between his fingers, âCum for me, give it to me baby.â He growls softly as he plows into your tender and sore cunt.
The squelching gets louder and your moans turn into weak whimpers as you lie there and take it. His cock stirs at the sight of you nearing your end, he decides to give you a little extra push as he meanly pinches your clit. This causes you to cry out and go stiff under him, body shaking like a leaf as you gush around his cock.
âJungkook,â you gasp repeatedly as your eyes flutter shut, face pinched in pleasure and overstimulation, âso good.â You slur out.
Jungkook lets your tender clit go and focuses on his own pleasure now that heâs got your orgasm out of the way. He grunts quietly and buries his face against your soft tits, mouthing at your sore stiff nipples. You squeeze around him tighter and tighter until the coil in his stomach snaps and he lets out a long moan of your name.
âFuck..â Jungkook whispers breathlessly as he presses your pelvises close together, burying his cock balls deep till every last dropâs inside your battered pussy.
You moan quietly and let your legs fall from his hips, limbs feeling like jelly as you lay there panting softly. Jungkook rests his forehead against your tit and sighs deeply, âAre you okay love?â He asks softly.
âYeah, jusâ really tired.â You whisper hoarsely and close your eyes, âFuck, no offense but I feel really gross right now. Start a bath for me, pretty please?â You softly ask with a lip jutted out in a pout.
Jungkook of course canât say no, âCourse,â he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and lifts himself off of you, âIâll be back.â
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Your companyâs the first to make a statement confirming what everybody already knew, and then Yoongi followed shortly after. If Jungkook had thought it was bad before, people went ape shit now that itâs been officially confirmed by you two.
Before, they put all the heat on Jungkook because it was easier to blame him for it given the publicâs opinion about him. It was easier to blame him because why not? He was some low-life boxer in their eyes. But then the attention shifted and people started targeting their hate towards you which pissed Jungkook off to no end.
Why the fuck was everyone so invested in what you did and didnât do? Why was it that they felt entitled to dictate who you date and donât date? Jungkook really needed these people to get jobs or mind their business because clearly they had no life outside of hating on a stranger for finding their own happiness.
He saw those vicious comments people left all over your posts and he fucking hated that he couldnât do shit to stop them from coming back, pissed him off even more because his girlfriend didnât deserve this. You deserved the world and more, not this shit.
So, Jungkook did the next best thing he could think of. He started taking names and screenshotting profiles before turning them over to a attorney he hired, if he couldnât beat these stupid fuckers himself heâd let them have it with his private team. He made headlines after people started noticing that he was suing the people opening their big ass mouths.
âBaby, itâs okay really.â You softly complain, âYou donât have to waste your time with these weird people, Iâm sure theyâll get over themselves if we ignore them.â
Jungkook shakes his head, âNo, Iâm sorry baby but I canât sit there and watch these fuckers call you degrading names and demand shit like they know youâseriously who the fuck do these people think they are?â He growls under his breath as he paces back and forth, âAnd thatâs not even the gist of it, these idiots are lucky I donât catch them out in public because Iâll beat the fuck out of them.â
Out of the corner of his eye he sees you curl up on the sofa with a sad smile, âI know, but you canât go around beating up millions of people for leaving a hate comment. Itâs normal, this happens all the time I learned to live with it.â Youâre trying to sound sure of yourself but he doesnât buy it.
âBaby look at me.â He comes over and kneels down in front of you, âThis shit is not normal nor is it ever okay, fuck them for making you feel like this. I hate seeing you look so dejected reading all those hateful comments,â he takes your hands in his and kisses them, âjust lemme take care of it. Please?â
You look conflicted like youâre not sure if you should say yes but with a little more coaxing you finally sigh, âFineee, just donât do anything crazy. I donât need my boyfriend in jail, thank you very much.â
Jungkook cracks a smile and buries his face in your lap with a happy sigh, âI promise baby, if I go to jail, who else is gonna cook you fried rice at three in the morning? Who else is gonna give you their black card?â He teases.
âYeah, yeah now come here.â You open your arms for him, âYou know I only need you and thatâs all.â
Jungkook kisses that soft pout off your face as he nods, âI know you do baby, didnât think otherwise.â He grins and lays his head on your chest with closed eyes.
The two of you sit there in silence together with the TV playing low in the background. Jungkook for the most part behaves himself despite being so close to your soft tits that are poorly hidden under your camisole. He can literally dip his head in there and get a sneak peek, maybe even a mouthful of tittiesâ
âJungkook, really?â You sigh, âYouâre such a pervert.â
âYou like it,â Jungkook winks as he mouths at your tit through your little camisole, âcan I?â He knows you canât resist and judging by the way your thighs press together, âPretty pleaseee baby?â He gives you the best puppy eyes he can muster, all a man wants is some titty loving, thatâs all.
You donât even finish saying yes before heâs diving in and tugging your camisole down so that your tits spill out and into his face. His eyes light up and he immediately wraps his lips around a nipple, suckling gently as he laves his tongue over the stiff bud in his mouth. You quietly sigh and sink into the sofa with him following as he rolls his tongue over your nipple and flicks it repeatedly.
âYouâre such a baby you know that?â You murmur, âBut youâre my handsome bun,â the nickname has him perking up, âmy strong, big, handsome bun.â You coo softly while stroking his hair slowly.
Jungkookâs eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the warm feeling, his sucking slows down until heâs barely moving his tongue anymore and simply suckling on your teat. âYou like hearing how strong you are donât you babyâlove knowing you can easily beat someoneâs ass for me?â
He nods pathetically with a low groan, âOf course you do,â you softly coo, âitâs why I picked you, knew youâd be able to take care of me the way I deserve.â You scratch his scalp lightly, moaning softly when he makes another noise, âTreat me so good like the princess I am.â
That he does. Jungkook is in heaven right now, he feels like he can just pass out right here and now with a titty in his mouth. He canât help but shudder as he slips into a dream-like state, âGo ahead baby, just rest yeah? I got you.â You softly say while cradling his head and going lax under him, âTake what you need.â
And he does. He ends up falling asleep, one of the best fucking naps ever with your tit still in his mouth even when he wakes up. He so needs to do this another time, shitâs relaxing and a good stress reliever. Jungkook doesnât think youâll have any complaints either.
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Itâs a busy week for Jungkook because he has a match coming up in a few weeks and Yoongi has him completely locking in at the gym for training. You donât mind it and being the best girlfriend you are you come as support during his sessions. You also confirmed his suspicions that Seokjin was a secret stan because his hyung fanboys out when he meets you.
âHyung stop it.â Jungkook glares, âLeave her alone before I punch you.â
Seokjin scoffs, âNo way, I get to meet my idol and you wanna ruin it for me? Whereâs my respect, you brat.â This guyâneedless to say Jungkookâs shooting daggers at his hyung the entire time heâs there.
The real challenge comes during the press conference/weigh-in Jungkook goes to like he always does. It starts off normal, the guy doesnât trash talk and Jungkookâs not one for it either unless the fighterâs cocky then yeah heâll put them in their place but this guyâs alright which he appreciates. Itâs the fucking reporters that get Jungkook heated sometimes.
âJeon, how do you feel about this upcoming match? Any thoughts on your opponent?â One asks with his recorder held out.
âIâm excited like always, I know potential when I see it so Iâm hoping to have a great match with my opponent. He looks like he can give me a run for my money.â He laughs softly into the mic.
Another reporter asks something but itâs directed at his opponent so Jungkook just nods off listening to the two. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone laughing when he looks at him, and at first he doesnât pay attention and just keeps his focus on the reporters. But then this guy comes to the front and Jungkook just knows heâs about to hear the stupidest shit in his life.
âJeon, so how are you and your girl doing? Heard the news and wanted to congratulate you.â He says with this sleazy grin.
It rubs him the wrong way but Jungkook keeps his temper in check as he forces himself to politely answer, âGood, thank you.â He curtly replies.
He hears Yoongi clear his throat next to him with a fierce glare, âLetâs try and keep this about the match, he's not here to answer questions about his life, this isnât a personal interview.â
Youâd think that after being called out like that heâd stop there and move on but no, this guyâs a piece of work. âI mean I was just askinâ cause I was kinda surprised with the news since you know, she been ran through by the entire industry.â This gets Jungkook to react as he pushes his chair back, causing it to fly backwards as he slowly stalks forward.
âNew guy every monthâsay, you the new boy of the month Jeon?â He smirks.
Jungkook doesnât even think before he lunges at him, he hears Yoongi call his name as Namjoon springs into action to get Jungkook back but itâs too late.
Jungkookâs fist connects with the side of this manâs jaw and sends him flying to the ground as Jungkook lifts his (now) bloody fist up to strike him again with a sick sound. Heâs so far gone right now he doesnât even feel when Namjoon yanks him off the guy.
âJungkook! Calm the fuck down and get off him!â Namjoon yells through the chaos as reporters scramble to get shots and videos of this.
âNo, get off me hyung! Let me fuckinâ go where is this little shit? If youâre such a fuckinâ man come say it to my face one more fucking time, I dare you! Say it!â He yells as he struggles against Namjoonâs strong hold.
It takes three guys to get Jungkook away from the reporter, Yoongi deals with the rest but Jungkookâs so fucking mad he canât even sit right now. Heâs pacing back and forth in the little backroom they got him in as Namjoon watches with concern in his eyes. He hasnât tried to calm him down because even he knows the danger of trying to talk to him while heâs this mad.
The door slams open and Yoongi steps in, âJungkook what the fuck was that?! That guy went to the hospital, do you even realize the mess you caused? Heâs gonna press chargesââ
âI donât give a fuck!â Jungkook interrupts, stunning Yoongi into silence, âHe fucking disrespected my girlfriend thinking that shit was funny. I could really give two fucks if he wants to press charges or not!â Namjoon watches the two in silence, but heâs ready to jump in if Jungkook turns on Yoongi or something.
Yoongi, who usually has something smart to say for everything, for once doesnât have shit to say. He just stands there watching Jungkook kick the chair over and pace around the room furiously. âKid, look, I get you. I would do the same too if I was in your place but this shit isnât worth it. You canât be letting them get to you like this, thatâs what they want.â
âWell he fucking got what he wanted.â Jungkook scoffs with a humorless laugh.
âJust go home, Iâll deal with the press.â Yoongi sighs as he rubs his temples, âPlease, for once just do what I say.â
The news is bad, thereâs a shit ton of articles coming out within the next hour about how Jungkook attacked the reporter and left him a bloody puddle on the ground. Itâs all over the place and thereâs a shit ton of people commenting about it on online forums and comment sections. One side praises him for defending you, and then the other criticizes his inability to keep himself under control but Jungkook doesnât care.
The REAL cherry on top is when you post your response to the newsâyou use that video of Latto saying âthank you to my manâ along with a cute selfie of you cuddled up in bed with Jungkook. Even you made it clear as day you didnât give a fuck about that guy either.
Your fans who had previously had negative reactions to your dating news were coming around too in favor of Jungkook. They said shit like âfree JK he did nothing wrongâ and voiced their support for him. Some were even harassing the reporter who had dared to say those things about you, demanding that he lose credibility as a reporter amongst other things.
Jungkook thinks itâs going to be okay because that guy totally fucking deserved it (and more).
.
The weeks fly by and the day of his big match comesâthe biggest one yet because bets are high and on top of that Jungkook has a winning streak to keep up if he wants them to give him the title of âundefeatedâ. Following the conference nothing really happened, the guy turned out to have some shady shit on him so he decided not to press any charges in the end. God bless Yoongi for digging shit up.
With that being dealt with Jungkook could finally put his entire focus on the match. He had heard the entire arena sold out and some of the richest people on earth were attending. This was a huge deal and he had everything to lose. Jungkook was confident in his win but this guy was also the deal too, which only means Jungkook has to keep his guard up.
âYou ready kid? This is about to be the biggest fight of your career.â Yoongi says as he comes to sit in front of Jungkook, âYouâre gonna have to kick it up a notch this match, the guyâs good but he isnât better than you.â
He nods at that because Jungkookâs confident in his fighting abilities, âI know hyung, I have a really good feeling about tonight.â He smiles, âDonât worry about it, I got this under control.â
âGood, thatâs what I like to hear from you.â Yoongi grins back as he pats his back, âNow get out there and make me proud.â
The arena buzzes with life when Jungkook enters the room, heâs hit with flashing lights in every direction as people scream and chant his name. Heâs getting worked up again as the adrenaline slowly kicks in. Jungkook makes his way up to the ring, passing over your section where youâre sitting with Namjoon and Seokjin.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment, blocking out the crowd and music as he tries to focus. He can do this, he can do this. He will win, for you.
The guy packs a good punch and each round gets progressively harder and harder to fight him off. During one of the breaks in-between the rounds, he slumps into his corner as Yoongi immediately springs over to help him with his mouth guard.
âHeâs tiring you out Kook, heâs gonna wait until youâre low on energy to give it his all.â Yoongi warns, âYou need to match his pace instead of wasting your energy so early.â
Jungkook pants tiredly as he shakes his head, âHyung heâs gonna knock me out.â He says deliriously, filled with pain and adrenaline.
âNo he isnât, because youâre not going to let him, you hear me? Youâre going to get back out there and show that punk what youâre made of.â Yoongi sternly replies, âDo it for the pretty girl waiting for your win.â
Jungkookâs eyes snap over to where you sit, you look really scared and on top of that worried. He sees the way your knee bounces and how you pick at your fingernails. This isnât what he wants to see.. This isnât what he wants at all.
âOkay.â Jungkook grunts with renewed energy, âFuck, okay.â
Yoongi pats his back gently and steps away from the ring, âRemember: match his pace.â
Jungkook rises to his feet and gets ready for the next round. He only has a few more before a winner has to be announced or the match is tied. Only one of them will walk out a champion, and itâs going to be him.
He takes Yoongiâs advice and matches this guyâs pace, he observes his every move and studies the combos he throws out. The guyâs a corner tech type so Jungkook avoids the edges and keeps him in the middle. He also notices that he goes for uppercuts and rear hooks.
As Jungkook prepares to strike he loses his footing and the guy takes the chance to hook him across the face. It sends Jungkook to the ground as he falls with a groan of pain. âFuck.â He whispers.
Heâs not sure how much longer he can keep up, can he even get up? His vision is beginning to blur a little and his hearingâs a little hazy too. He barely even makes out the referee counting down to a knockout.
Through the blurriness he sees Yoongi run over to the side of the net, âGet up, kid! Fuck, câmon Jungkook get up!â He desperately says.
Jungkook wants to, but everything hurts so much and heâs so tired right now. He weakly tries to get up, barely managing to hold up on all fours as he pants heavily with blood dripping down onto the mat below. He lifts his head up slowly and suddenly the world stops.
Youâre standing there with tears in your eyes, your mouthâs moving rapidly (most likely pleading with him to get up). Jungkook doesnât like that, he swore heâd never let you feel that way again after you attended his first match and saw how bad it was. Fuck.
âFourâŚthree..â
Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.
Jungkook grits his teeth and stumbles forward, barely managing to catch himself on the nets as he looks back at his opponent with renewed strength. The countdown stops and the match continues, he is going to win this if thatâs the last thing he does.
He lunges forward and the guy doesnât expect it coming as Jungkook manages to get him cornered before he lets loose. He rains a slew of punches, too fast for the guy to keep up who doesnât expect him to suddenly be this fast.
Jungkook feels like he blacks out during all this, landing hit after hit until heâs finished with one last uppercut and then everything stops. He feels a pair of hands pull him back as the referee begins the countdown. Jungkook stands there heaving as he watches tiredly.
â..Two..one..â The bell suddenly rings and the crowd cheers.
He did it. Holy shit, he did it!
Both Yoongi and Namjoon rush into the ring together, bringing him into their arms as they jump with joy. âYou fucking did it!â Namjoon smiles happily.
âWhereâsâŚwhereâs y/n?â Jungkook blearily asks as he looks around.
âSheâs right there,â Yoongi points out, âsheâs still here Kook.â
He pulls away from the hug and trudges over to the net, holding it up and holding his arm out for you, âCâmere baby.â He calls out.
You immediately stumble over and climb into the ring with him, sinking right into his arms when he tugs you close. âIâm here,â he whispers, âIâm here.â
âDonât ever scare me like that again! You hear me? I donât ever wanna see you like that.â You whimper and cup his face, âOh Jungkook..â
He smiles softly and leans down to kiss you passionately in front of everyone. You easily melt into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. When he pulls back he looks around with a stupid grin on his face, âFucking won but everything hurts.â
You frown cutely and ignore the reporters that begin to swarm the two of you. Jungkook keeps you tucked into his side as he answers their questions, âFeels really good I canât lie, even if I feel like shit right now though. But Iâm just glad I won, I've been wanting to dedicate this win to my beautiful girl.â He smiles down at you and kisses the top of your head.
They start throwing more questions at him after that. Theyâre all kind of the same regarding their relationship because theyâre just dying to know all about his relationship to you. They even try to ask you some questions but luckily Yoongi intervenes when it begins to get out of control.
âAlright back up, give Jungkook some space.â Yoongi says as he pushes some reporters away, âYou ready to go Kook?â
âYeah, get me the fuck outta here.â Jungkook groans as he follows after his hyungs with you close by.
Yoongi and the others help Jungkook get into an ice bath as soon as they get into the back room. You work on cleaning the blood off his face and icing his wounds, âDoes it hurt? Well, more than usual?â You softly ask.
âNo babe Iâm fine.â Jungkook replied calmly as he closed his eyes, âThe ice feels really good, Iâm sore all over.â
You hum, âLet me know if Iâm hurting you.â
âI will.â He hums back and sinks into the ice with a relaxed sigh.
The cold sensation on his body is working wonders on his sore muscles. It feels like heâs living the dream right now. He doesnât think he wants to even party after this, sure a big win calls for a celebratory dinner or something but right now cuddling and going to sleep sounds way better.
Yeah, way better.
.
âI thought you were too sore to do anything, what happened to that?â You laugh softly while looking down at him.
Jungkookâs pout deepens, âI can still move my hips, see?â He says and demonstrates with a little thrust up, âPleaseeee! For me baby? I promise Iâll tell you if it hurts or something.â
You look at him in disbelief, âYou literally just got beat up what do you mean please? Look at you! Why the heck is sex even on your mind right now?â
âBecause, you looked so sexy on that billboard on our way back here.â He huffs casually leaving out the part where he raged because everyone can see you and no doubt millions have.
Not that heâs petty but heâs petty, he wanted to tear that shit down and keep it for himself. âThatâs not the point,â he groans and tosses his head back on the pillow, âI can still move and itâs not like my cock got beat up too.â
âYou are so nasty.â You laugh softly and sit back on his lap, âIf I ride you will that make you happy, hm?â
Itâs comical the way his hair bounces when he nods vigorously, âYes.â He says without hesitation, âItâs like a reward.â He grins toothily.
You roll your eyes at him with a sigh, âYouâre so spoiled,â you mumble while reaching down to help him pull his boxers down.
âWait!â Jungkook looks up at you with pouty eyes, âCan you..?â He tugs at the loose shirt youâre wearing.
Immediately you know what he wants and you nod, âMy baby deserves it doesnât he?â You softly say while tossing the garment somewhere else, âDid so good out there,â you purr and lean over him.
His eyes sparkle as he nods, âI did,â he whispers and licks his lips, âmeans I get a reward right?â
âYes you do.â You gently coax him closer as you lean down to press your soft tit to his lips, âTake it, âs all yours.â He latches on without wasting another second.
Your lips part as a soft breathy moan escapes, your soft hand reaches down to fish his hard cock out of his boxers. He shudders when you start stroking him, itâs slow and sensual as you gather bits of precum with your thumb and slowly work your way down around the shaft.
His balls sit heavy and they ache with need to empty themselves in you. Jungkook has to fight the urge to buck his hips as he accidentally grazes his teeth against your bud.
You yelp softly and he pulls away apologetically, âEasy, not so hard.â You softly chastise.
âSorry.â Jungkook murmurs and presses a kiss on your tit before moving to the opposite one.
âJust sit back and relax baby,â you murmur, âI got you.â
You position the head at your weeping pussy, slapping it repeatedly in small taps until the tip catches on your hole. Jungkook holds his breath as you begin to slide down on his sensitive cock until you're bottoming out with your ass meeting his thighs.
âGood?â You softly whisper.
Jungkook nods and goes back to suckling on your nipple in peace. You rock yourself in his lap steadily like youâre scared youâre gonna hurt him but Jungkook encourages you with a little buck. This makes you sink down in his lap with a lewd moan, his cock shifting deeper inside.
âUse me,â Jungkook quietly pipes up, âI can take it.â His breath hot and heavy over your pebbled nipple.
âYou sure? What if I hurt you?â You murmur.
âIâll be fine baby, Iâll let you know if something hurts. Please?â He opens his mouth to take your nipple back in.
You shiver and bite your lip still a bit worried but you end up giving in. You slowly pick up the pace, switching from grinding to bouncing. Thereâs a low smack here and there but itâs nothing too crazy because youâre going as gentle as you can.
Jungkookâs lips tighten around your nipple with every grind and bounce. Your pussy tugs at his cock with the right amount of pressure sending shivers down his spine. He moans softly and moves one hand up to grip your bouncing tit.
âFuck you look good like this,â he breathes out in pleasure.
You groan softly as he squeezes your tit in his strong hand, massaging the soft mound of flesh afterwards. He pulls away to push both tits together and buries his face between them with a happy sigh, âNever wanna leave, I could die a happy man like this sweetheart.â
âYouâre just a perv.â You chuckle with a moan.
âFor you.â Jungkook grins and then lays back, âDonât tell me youâre getting tired already.â He notices that your bouncing has slowed down.
You glare cutely at him and sit up, âI donât like doing the work in case you havenât noticed.â You mumble while grinding back and forth over his cock, âYouâre lucky I love you enough to do this.â
His eyes widen when he hears the words âloveâ and âyouâ in one sentence. It makes his sappy little heart beat with joy and pride hearing those words leave your lips, he canât help but buck his hips upward eagerly.
âJungkook..!â You gasp throwing your head back.
âSay it again baby,â he huffs as he uses his strong grip to haul you up and plop you back down on his lap, âI wanna hear itââ He cuts off with a breathy moan.
âI love you.â The words make him groan louder as he slaps his hips upward.
âFuck I love you too,â he moans, âso, so fuckinâ much, you have no idea.â He whispers and looks up at you through hooded eyes.
You bite your lip hard and throw your head back with a whine, â âm coming.â You whimper.
âOh you like hearing that donât you, knowing damn well that you got me wrapped around your fingers.â Jungkook huffs with exertion as he fucks into you harder.
âY-Yes, love it so much knowing youâre mine,â you mewl softly and grind on him, âfuck, fuck..!â Your pussy clamps down and suddenly youâre coming all over him in slow waves of harsh pleasure.
Jungkook pulls you down for a passionate kiss as he holds you down against his pelvis. A few more rolls has him coming too, cock throbbing and twitching. He lays there panting heavily with hazy eyes while you whine about him being careful.
âDonât put pressure on your side,â you grumble, âI told you we shouldnât have fooled around.â
âIâm fine, see? Nothingâs wrong.â Jungkook laughs and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, âNow tell me you love me again. Wanna hear it from your pretty lips.â He mumbles and traces over your bottom lip.
âI love you.â You fondly sigh.
âAgain.â
âI love you.â
âAgain.â
âYouâre so annoying! Iâm going to shower.â You huff and stomp off with cum leaking down your inner thighs.
Jungkook lays there with a soft grin as he watches you go, âYeah, yeah, I love you too though.â Forever.
And ever.
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CUNNILINGUIST â s.jy (ft. p.sh)
Unfortunately for you, no man has ever given you some good head. Fortunately for you, your best friend is more annoyed by it than you are. Itâs just a favor, right? or the one where your best friend jake eats you out as a way to admit his own feelings for you, also, apparently sunghoon existing is an issue.
minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog to give bestie jake conflicting feelings
WORDCOUNTâ 16.1 k
PAIRINGâ jake x afab reader (ft. sunghoon)
CONTENTâ a lot of waiting, like to the point it even annoyed me, very fluffy stuff , typical best friends to fuck buddies to âactually, I had feelings this whole timeâ, jealousy, jake is whiny and needy when heâs horny, reader thinks itâs cute. angst if youâre a baby about it
OTHER CHARACTERSâ sunghoon as the mutual friend who bangs reader
NOTEâ this was originally written by me on my other blog [@/ncteez], if youâve read it before, thatâs why!
smut tags under cut::Â
smut tagsâ BIG DICKED BESTIE, pussy eating (he gets IN THERE), masturbation in the form of dry humping a mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, cum eating, sunghoon hook up, morning sex, lazy fingering, lazy fuck, dirty talk , unprotected sex, awkward build up,raw grinding, no blowjob in sight sorry lmao, deep penetration, cream pie, kind of cum stuffing but like not entirely intentional, cheesy love stuffÂ
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âWhat? Again?â Jake says, leaning back against the couch with a groan and a smack to his own forehead.
âYeah, so basically he went down on me for less than a minute but expected me to, like, go long enough to âswallowâ or whatever.â You continue the story in a frustrated huff, shaking your head in self-pity.
Jake groans louder, leaning himself forward again and swiping his drink from your coffee table to take a long and thoughtful sip.Â
âHow many times is that, then?â He says between sips, glancing around the room as if heâs in deep thought. âI canât help but think you pick these kinds of guys on purpose at this point.â
You look at him in mock pain, grabbing his drink and taking your own thoughtful sip of it.
âI dunno, they always talk big game during phone sex and stuff. I figure eventually one of them will live up to it.â You drone on, internally marking your recent dateâs name off of your call-back list.Â
âBe honest with me, have you ever actually gotten good head? Like how would you know if theyâre bad if you have nothing good to compare them to?â Jake asks, letting you mindlessly drink his beverage.
Itâs not weird to be having these types of conversations with him, if at all, something would seem off if you didnât. Heâs the only person in your life that youâve ever felt this close to. At this point, you think heâd have to chase you down with a bloody hatchet for things to be awkward. Which isâŚkind of interesting, you guess.
âWell, I mean,â You think for a moment too long for his liking, but he gives you the space to finish your answer. âIt feels good and all but itâs not like Iâve ever gotten off by it.â
âCorrection ââ Jake starts, blinking right at you. âYouâve never been given the chance to get off on it.â His bright smile shows through his words, and youâre sure heâs mocking you at this point.
âYeah, yeah. Yada, yada. I have terrible taste in sexual partners but to be fair, itâs not like the pool is that big to choose from.â
He nods in agreement, humming as if to end the conversation and still watching you sip at his drink.
âWould you be opposed toââ He pauses, making eye contact with you. âYâknow, I could do it for you.â
You pause, nearly dropping his drink out of your hand but thankfully your grip actually tightens on it instead. You swallow as you look at him, searching his face to see if this is some kind of joke.
âJae-fucking-yun,â You deadpan, sitting his cup back down on your coffee table and leaning toward him, staring him down. âYouâd really do that, for me?â
You bat your eyelashes at him, mostly playing it off as a half-joke just to see if heâs fucking with you or not.Â
âHow else are you gonna experience it?âÂ
You stare him down harder.
âYou say that like youâre some sort of pussy-eating-god,â You narrow your eyes. âAre you?â
He shrugs casually with his little smile, leaning back on your couch and stretching his arms out. One of his hands lands behind your shoulder and you lean into it.Â
âIâd let you be the judge of that if youâre up for it.â
Finally, you decide that heâs definitely not joking and youâre definitely gonna do it because like, thatâs your best friend. Experiencing your firsts with him comes almost as naturally as walking. You had your first kiss with him, albeit it was a dare. You experienced your first concert with him, your first break up, your first failed exam, and even your first legal drink in a club. Whatâs so bad about letting him eat you out?
âRight now?â You ask, quirking your brow and tilting your head.
âNow, tomorrow, next week. Whenever.â He runs his hands through his hair as he says it and only now are you starting to really tune into his features that youâve already found handsome.
Day after day youâve seen him on this couch and in other states of dress without really thinking twice about how his lips would feel on you (despite that short first kiss). Youâve seen him kissing all up on other people, youâve seen him in the club with wet lips from alcohol, youâve seen him all messy and eating spaghetti at his parentâs houseâ but for some reason, his lips seem different now. His sleepy eyes seem different, his messy hair seems like something that should be tugged on, his fucking jawlineâÂ
âWhyâre you staring at me like that?â He looks at you up and down as if heâs judging. âYou wanna go right now?â
You nod slowly, letting the traces of any lusty thoughts youâve had about him in your life come to the front in waves. Then you quickly shake your head.
âWait, no,â You roll your eyes more at yourself than him. âI havenât showered since my date, maybe I should, uhâŚâ
âUh â yeah. Please do.â He grimaces, that same dopey smile coming back after a moment.Â
âFair.â You roll your eyes. âGonna go shower then.âÂ
Part of you wonders if like, heâs being totally legit. For all you know, youâll get out of the shower and heâll be too busy doing something else, or like, heâll go home or something. No hurt in seeing though.
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In the bathroom, you canât help the feeling in your chest at even the thought that this may be about to happen.
Excitement. Thatâs what you feel. Not because itâs Jake. Well, maybe a little bit because you wanna see what his tongue is all about but more so because youâre about to get some presumably good head.
You shower thoughtfully, cleaning every part of your body and feeling little goosebumps rise and fall with each sensation of your air conditioning snaking its way past your shower doors. When you get out, you lotion your body so youâre all nice and soft and brush your teeth just in case things go a little further. Youâre not expecting it to, but yâknow, nothing wrong with having fun if it comes to it.Â
After all, heâs doing you a favor by going down on you, the least you can do is smell good, be soft, and totally prepared for if he were to suggest more, right? Right. Anyway, youâre all showered up and opt to just let your hair do its own thing as you throw on your shirt and shorts. You ignore the panties at this point, because why not?
When you get back to the living room, Jake isnât there. Naturally, you check your bedroom and there he is, still his normal self and lounging against your headboard while flipping through videos on his phone.Â
âAnd sheâs back,â he comments, reaching a hand out as if to invite you to your own bed. âChange your mind yet?â
âNot even for a second,â you smile as you take a spot in front of him, your entire body facing him as you pull your knees up and lay your chin against your arms. âHave you?â
He seems to fall into a more serious tone now, locking his phone before tossing it to the side and flicking his eyes up to look at you, scanning your legs in the shorts.Â
âNo,â he chokes back, shocked to see straight between the gap of your shorts and actually lay eyes on the point of this whole situation for the first time. âAnd youâre not wearing anything under those shorts.â
You watch his face and the way it turns from your best friend into something youâve seen time and time again from men youâve gone home with. Itâs sexy on him though, for some reason.
âFigured Iâd save you the trouble?â
He smiles, now moving himself toward you and reaching a hand behind to cradle your head.Â
âLay back,â he says softly, in a voice youâve only heard a few times from him, âyou could have left the shorts off too though.â He adds with an even softer laugh.
For some reason, it makes you feel shy. His hand guiding you to lay back all while grabbing the pillow from behind him and placing it under your head so that youâre nice and comfortable. You watch him look at you and honestly, itâs in a way you canât remember him ever looking at you before. If this is how he looks at other women, you may be a little jealous.Â
It feels more intense right now than you thought it would.
âYouâre being weird.â You say offhandedly, looking away from him and trying to keep the heat from flushing to your cheeks.Â
âYouâre letting me eat you out, how am I being weird?â He leans up from you, putting two hands on your knees but still waiting for your eyes to meet his again. âYou want me to act like the other dudes? Dip my tongue in then wrap it up?â
You groan, rolling your eyes back to him and analyzing the way his big hands drape over your knees.Â
âOkay, fair.â You admit defeat, feeling his warm palms move down the back of your thighs and to your ass.Â
âLift up,â He says, quickly pulling the shorts off of you when you do as he asks.Â
âOhââ He gasps quietly. âDamn.â
He stares directly between your legs, bracing his hands back at your knees and spreading your legs a bit. He angles his head in different ways to really look at you, seemingly enamored with your pussy as a whole.Â
âLook whoâs staring now.â You chuckle, instinctively hiding your face from him despite knowing he isnât looking up at you.
âYeahâ I am,â he admits, now adjusting himself on the bed to lay down, his head easily slotting between your legs as he rests his chin on your lower belly and looks up at you. âYou can pull my hair or do whatever, Iâm just gonnaâŚlike, start I guess. Tell me if itâs something you donât like.â
As normal as this isnât, heâs speaking similar to how the two of you had taken on projects before. He typically takes the lead but offers you control more often than not. All you can do is nod at him, trying to comprehend that itâs your best friendâs head between your legs right now.
When he pulls his head back up with one last nod of confirmation, the first thing you feel is his fingers slipping up your folds, the other braced on your thigh and holding your legs open. You release a short sigh of relief at the feeling and he instantly smirks at it.Â
âI havenât even started yet,â He whispers, glancing up at you before fixing his eyes back on the expanse of your pussy. He uses his ring and pointer finger to spread your lips open, and the middle finger to rub against your hole only for a brief moment before he licks his lips and releases his own sigh of relief. âGod, Sunghoon would be so jealous right now.â
You look down at him, wanting to ask him what the fuck heâs talking about and why heâd bring up Sunghoon right now, but you find yourself staring at him instead. Breath caught in your throat with the way his eyes meet yours before letting his tongue hang from his mouth as if presenting it to you in a cheeky way.
Heâs so fast with it too, with the way he replaces his middle finger with his tensed tongue, forcing you to swallow your words and hold your breath even more. You can feel him lick and nibble against each of your lips before moving inward, flattening his tongue to lick one long, languid, and wet stripe up until meeting your clit.Â
He wraps his lips around it, sucking once, hard, before releasing it and pulling back to look at you.
âThis okay?â
Goddamn him for making you have to talk right now. Youâre still trying to comprehend the fact that he said Sunghoon, fucking Sunghoon of all people would be jealous that heâs doing this right now. Thatâs definitely a question for later, because yeah, itâs fucking okay.Â
More than okay.Â
You nod to him, throwing your arm over your eyes and instinctively bucking your hips up towards his hovering mouth.Â
âOh, that was hot,â He groans out his compliment, watching the way you hide your face before he pulls his eyes back down and uses his fingers to spread your pussy open wider, enough to see your hole pulsate when he dips down to blow against it, âI can see how wet youâre getting, Is it because of me or is it just because someone is playing with your pussy?â
You half groan half moan at that, mostly because hearing these words from him is something that feels entirely too sexual. As if he hasnât already tasted you, as if youâre not spread out by his fingers right now. You ignore his words, yet, your brain holds onto them with white knuckles and your hips buck toward him again.
âNot a talker, got it.â He notes, watching your hips chase his breath.Â
He watches for much longer than youâd like for him to, and youâre about to lift up and accuse him of being just like the other guys but he shuts your thoughts off so fucking fast when you feel his lips on you again.Â
His tongue explores every part of you, licking and sucking against areas you didnât even know would feel good until his mouth lands against your clit again. This time, you canât help it, you grind up and he hums at it as he braces your legs open just enough to skew his head and move his tongue back down.Â
Heâs slurping. Lost in the moment as he does it. Tasting you in full and getting a warm, pleasant feeling each time your legs try to close and your hips buck up for more. HeâŚcanât believe this is finally happening. Fucking finally.
Unsure if youâd let him, he tries anyway. He stiffens his tongue, circling your hole before pressing just a bit, giving you just enough pressure that you feel frustrated. So frustrated that youâre the one who ends up finishing his attempt at something new. You reach down and lace your fingers in his hair, and let out a soft, needy little moan for him.Â
That sound forces one from his chest too, he canât help it, really. With the way youâre grabbing his hair and holding his head in place, pressing yourself against his mouth so much harder than before. Ah, he really, really loves doing this for you.Â
To think any man would already be done? To think anyone could like, not wanna eat you out? Insanity. Stupid, stupid fucking men.
He can taste how wet you are now, truly taste it as he stretches your hole as much as he can with his tongue and another groan of his own. Itâs probably embarrassing, truly, but he doesnât care.Â
Both of you are moaning at this point as you hold his head in place and grind your hips harder than you think you are. He loves it, you love it. So much that you really are barely comprehending that your best friend could do this the whole time?! And never told you until now?!
Jake is just as drunk on the moment as you are though. Totally lost in the scent and taste of you as he continues to lap away, constantly trying to prove that you can and will get off from his mouth alone. And honestly? Itâs at the point that he figures he can use his fingers now too considering you let him spread you open with his tongue. Whatâs a little more gonna hurt, anyway?
The taste of you alone has him in heaven, cursing any man who didnât take advantage of your pussy against their mouth. He can easily slip a finger into a hole this wet and needy, gasping in awe before glancing up at you.Â
God, the way you immediately ride his finger, no huff or sound of irritation that heâs pulled his tongue back now. Your face. Fuck.Â
He watches as you shamelessly chase the small amount of pleasure he can offer in terms of just head and fingering. He can imagine how hot youâd be without that shirt on, with your legs around his hips, with your mouth wrapped around him. You look blissed out, soaking his finger and keeping your hand in his hair, mindlessly grabbing and scratching at him.Â
Making quick work, he goes back for your clit, circling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and noticing how you ride his finger harder. He canât help but smirk against you when you do it either.Â
The movement of your hips constantly humping against him is enough, and he canât help but groan at the sound of your slick squelching out of you and warming his chin, he canât fucking help but grind his own hips forward when you act like this. His cock is so painfully hard for you right now, at the taste of you, that all he can do is chase the mattress beneath him. Tensing his muscles and moaning against your clit shamelessly at the jolts of pleasure he gets from it.Â
He slips another finger in with ease, feeling how much wetter youâve gotten in the way the slide is filthy and audible. You groan out at that too, feeling his tongue flick relentlessly against your clit and only now moving your free hand from your face and trailing to your stomach.Â
You canât even talk, so you donât. You lift your shirt up until you can at least rub against your nipples, just to heighten the pleasure your best friend is so graciously giving you.
His eyes roll back when you do that, only to fall back on you and get a frustrated grunt from him. Heâs a bit annoyed that the shirt is still covering you despite your hand under it, fondling yourself. Heâs thinking with his cock, so fucking aroused that he doesnât think twice when he aggressively lifts your shirt up to your chin and watches the way your fingers poke and prod at yourself.
He inhales a sharp breath at the image, and his hips fuck harder against the mattress at that. His fingers speed up and now heâs focused. You feel him all over you from the waist down, his tongue flicking and lips sucking against your swollen clit, his fingers relentlessly fucking into you, your fingers heightening those sensations by playing with your own titsâ then, oh, then you notice.Â
Jake, youâre best fucking friend, is so goddamn horny that heâs dry humping against your bed and whining out moans against your clit. Probably to avoid asking for more, to avoid making you feel obligated to get him off too, to avoid anything you may not want or consent to. And thatâs why heâs your best friend.
It doesnât take long after that, your hips come to a stop as you watch him get himself off all while getting you off, and you find your orgasm bubbling up much faster than if youâd have imagined solely because of the image in front of you.
âJake, youâre fucking whining.â You groan almost as needy as he does, rolling your hips up in a stutter.Â
He was almost gonna stop, because yeah, he is whining. Gasping for air but only tasting you, only swallowing up the moans you give to him, only inhaling the dull scent of the fruity soap you used when you showered. But, you moan louder after you say that. You like it. You like seeing him act so desperate. So he continues, shamefully reaching one of his hands between himself and the bed and quickly shoving it down his pants, circling around his cock and continuing to fuck into it.Â
If he thinks hard enough, youâre what heâs fucking right now, and technically, he is. With his fingers and mouth at least. When your hips stutter more, he fucks harder against his hand and holds his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get them. There, he sucks against your clit until youâre the one whining louder.Â
Youâre shocked at how quickly youâre getting off. Releasing a splash against him in a breathy, choked up sob. Nearly squeezing his head between your thighs to the point he almost misses the way you breathe out strings of praises toward him. But he hears them.Â
He definitely heard you say that he looks sexy with your hand in his hair, and god, did he ride off of the fact that you encouraged him to get off with you. Regardless of if you knew if he could or not, regardless of if you knew his hand was providing just enough pleasure for him to do just that.Â
There, as your orgasm subsides with his tongue still flicking your sensitive clit, you watch him writhe his hips against your mattress, his eyes slammed shut, and his breath coming out in pornographic moans. So this is what Jake looks like when he cums. Itâs desperate, but somehow, it feels passionate too.
Youâre all dazed after the fact, pussy pulsing and tingling from the loss of his lips and fingers once he pulls back and lays against your bed with a lazy smile. His pants are uncomfortable, but he doesnât mind as he wipes his hand across his shirt and watches the way you catch your breath.Â
âSo,â He tries to say, clearing his throat. âIâ umâ hope thatâs what you needed?â
Youâre shy. Youâre never fucking shy, especially towards Jake, but god.Â
âUm, yeah,â you sigh out, lifting from the bed and looking back at him. Part of you wondering if thatâs what itâs supposed to be like when someone gives you good head, or if thatâs justâŚwhat itâs like when Jake gives head.
For some reason, you genuinely donât think another man would ever eat you out to that level again. Thereâs no way, based on experience.Â
âIt was definitely what I needed.âÂ
He nods in a shy way, reminding himself that his pants are fucking nasty right now. So, he goes to stand up and extends a hand out to you.Â
âLetâs go clean up.âÂ
You shake your head, not at all wanting to move from this bed. He nods again, pulling your shirt back down for you and leaning to look at you.Â
âIâm gonna bring you something to clean up with, and Iâm gonna shower.â
You smile at him, a bit dazed as you make yourself comfortable on your messy sheets as you think hard about the fact that this dopey motherfucker really never told you how good he was at this? Rude.
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Jake looks all proud of himself when he comes back to your room and cuddles into bed with you much like he always has.Â
âI didnât expect to sleep over, I have work in the morning.â He whispers in a rasp against your back, curling around you like the perfect big spoon.Â
Youâre quick to turn on his work alarm on your phone, like you always do when he crashes during weeknights. Because, what best friend doesnât have alarms set for each other anyway?
After a few more long moments of silence, you try to talk. Mostly because your brain is swimming with the fact that, like, youâre not sure but itâs justâ wow.Â
âHey, umââ
âHmm?â He hums out in a sleep-heavy voice.
âDid you actually enjoy doing that?â
âAre you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.â His sudden louder voice causes you to jump, but you relax back into his gasp.Â
âOh,â You think hard. âIs this gonna change stuff between us?â
âProbably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.â He responds with mock-confidence, shifting a bit and hugging you closer to him, as if to hide the way heâs trying to make this sound like a joke. For his own comfort, really.
You smile.
âAnd donât tell other dudes my secrets.â He adds.
âI won't.â
Jake has his own smile from behind you, wondering if he really is just that good at eating pussy. The truth is, heâs done it a handful of times but he was just really really interested in doing it for you. ForâŚreasons.
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âHey, um,â
âHmm?â Jake hummed out in a sleep-heavy voice.
âDid you actually enjoy doing that for me?â
âAre you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.â He responded in a sudden, louder voice.Â
âOh,â You think hard. âIs this gonna change stuff between us?â
âProbably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.âÂ
You remember the conversation that happened after he went down on you like it was yesterday, and heâs a goddamn liar. Nothing changed in your friendship with him, and he certainly doesnât ask to eat you out all the time either. If anything, youâve felt disappointed time and time again with the aftermath of that night.
Itâs weighing on you in a strange way. At first, the weeks following the first and apparently, only time Jake went down on you, you almost expected him to ask for a repeat. You wanted to return the favor. You wanted him to ask but he never did. Even when he came over to hang out, even when you tried to lay down hints.
Nothing changed.
In fact, he doesnât even talk about it. He doesnât look at you as if heâs tasted you, and he doesnât act like he came in his palm against your bed, right in front of you. Heâs justâŚJake. Sweet, caring, aloof, Jake. And youâre just you. Except you want to be someone else at this point. Someone that he does feel differently around after that.
Maybe you werenât a memorable event for him when it comes to intimacy. Maybe he prefers to pretend it never happened? Maybe he was really just doing you a favor and intending for it to never go past the initial act. Even with his sweet words after the fact. Maybe, that was just to reassure you so it wouldnât be awkward.Â
Youâre a version of you who wants to know what the fuck heâs thinking about. Did it taste bad? Did he get cold feet about it all? Arguably, if things did get weird after what happened, youâd feel more comfortable than you do with the situation as it stands.Â
It is weird now, but only because itâs not weird for him.Â
Even now, as you lay across the same bed where he had his head nestled between your legs, you can almost feel the tingle of what it felt like. The way his hair tickled your thighs, and the way his fingers laid against the flesh of your legs. The sun is beaming in through your windows and it still doesnât feel as warm as it did when he cuddled against you that night. Itâs been weeks and your heart is sick for him by this point. Sick with confusion, angst, lust, maybe even love if you think hard enough.Â
You miss him a lot more than before as you throw your hand up to your face in a gentle slap as if to knock yourself out of it. This is insane. Every day you wake up feeling this way, thinking of him, and where you stand with him. It wasnât like this at first, you truly expected him to come back for more and now youâre just sitting here with a loop of reasons as to why he never did.Â
Insane. Youâve gotten head from so many people and didnât think twice about them the next day, Jake is different though. You knew he would be too.
Why is Jake any different? Why do you miss him so badly right now? Why couldnât he pick up on it either? Even worse, why do you feel like doing that with him was a mistake?
Heâs with his parents for the weekend, and youâre here still thinking about shit that should have been released with your orgasm.Â
You havenât gone on any dates since that day, you havenât met up with any one other than him to hang out, and at this point youâre starting to feel a little pathetic for falling in so deep. Itâs entirely one sided, he makes that very clear.
So, naturally, you hop up with the confidence of a damn lion and decide that today, it ends. You will stop making it weird between the two of you, if he has even noticed anyway. Youâre gonna get dressed, look hot as fuck, and sit on your couch swiping left and right until you find a hot piece of man thatâs willing to take you out tonight.
Thatâs when something dawns on you. You remember Jake briefly mentioning Sunghoon to you, which seemed more like an implication if anything at the time.Â
Why would Sunghoon be jealous of what happened? You can admit to being attracted to him but itâs not like the two of you hang out often or anything, and itâs also kind of a rule for yourself that you donât fuck within the friendgroup. Jake was an exception, solely because thatâs your best friend. Or, well, was your best friend.Â
Now though? Who cares about these little rules you create for yourself? You need a confidence boost. You need your mind to be taken off of this little spiral you keep falling into. Most of all, you need to be proven wrong that you can still get off without it being him.Â
So, texting Sunghoon? Easy.Â
Thankfully, Sunghoon texting you back at lightning speed seemed even easier for him.Â
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Well, Sunghoon sure did a great job at getting your mind off of Jake for the past couple of hours.Â
You lay here in his bed, feeling your body tingle from the sensation of just how well he lived up to the promise of a good time. For hours he touched you, licked against you, fucked you. And yeah, you did fucking enjoy it.Â
But why now? Why did you only just decide to give Sunghoon a shot? Why are you lying in his bed, with his heavy arms thrown across you as he snores gently behind you, feeling the need to cry? Why do you wish it was Jake, your best friend who seemed so eager to please and then suddenly leaped ten feet back as if he never suggested it in the first place?Â
Your brain is confused despite your body relaxing itself from the state of bliss you were able to experience. You really did enjoy this time with Sunghoon and think that maybe, if you continue to make late night visits to him, the need for your best friend will weaken in time.Â
God, if only Jake would just talk about it.
And you fall asleep thinking about that. About how youâve let your feelings weaken you to the point that itâs genuinely hard to enjoy being pleasured by someone who actually has the capability.Â
And, well, you wake up much the same, except Sunghoon was quite quick with his fingers upon waking up himself. Showing you that even if the person you want doesnât have a thing to do with you, he sure does.Â
âGood morning,â He rasps in a sleepy voice, fingers already traveling down your stomach as he hugs up against you from behind. âGlad you finally came through for me.âÂ
You quirk a brow. Right, Jake is the whole reason you're here. If not for mentioning him, at least.
âI finally came through?â You chuckle, your body jolting at the ticklish sensation of his lips brushing the back of your neck. âYou knew I was single, why didnât you call me?âÂ
You feel a harsher kiss against your neck, and his fingers only travel further down now.Â
âBro code.â He whispers, dipping his fingers between your still naked thighs. âIâm not overstepping if youâre the one asking for it.â He slides his fingers gently back and forth between your legs, trying to work you up. âAnd you did.âÂ
You think hard about that. Bro code, overstepping limits, not coming onto someone unless they do first solely because someone must have asked him not to. And youâd think even harder about who that someone might be, but instead your brain is quickly thrown into the morning sex routine Sunghoon must offer to all of his lovers.Â
You enjoy it too, the small moments of bliss where youâre not in your head about what you could have possibly done wrong with Jake for you to end up feeling this way. Itâs a brief moment of numbness though, feeling his fingers pleasure you gently can only do so much to quiet your thoughts.Â
âAre you saying one of your friends had dibs on me or something?â You laugh in a half-joke, arching your back to rub your ass up and against the bigger and warmer man behind you.Â
âYou could say that, Iâm assuming he missed his chance thoughââ Sunghoon whispers snidely, now satisfied with how you already drip for him and sliding one of his fingers into you. His other hand, being used to hike one of your legs up and against his hip to open you up for him. âYou wouldnât be here doing this if he didnât.âÂ
You clench around his finger unintentionally, pretending you donât know who youâre both referring to. Mostly because thereâs no way in hell itâs your best friend, seeing as how heâs acting like you donât exist outside of platonic friendship with him. Then again, who else could it be? Jay? Heeseung? Fucking Jungwon? As fucking if.Â
âI guess he did miss his chanceââ You breathe, now allowing yourself to give into the lazy and slow pleasure being offered. âDeeper.âÂ
And he listens. Sunghoon goes deeper and deeper with one finger, then two, then three, up until you slip his fingers out of you and plead through your body to have more. Deeper still, holding you from behind, plunging in as if to intentionally fuck the confusion out of you. As if to, maybe, prove that Jake isnât the only man who can please you now.Â
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When you eventually find yourself walking through your front door, you do feel better. Sunghoon did have some type of capability to make you feel as desired as Jake did. After all, itâs not often that you sleep over with a man, better yet get fucked again as soon as you wake up with him.Â
Even so, you know Jake will be back tomorrow, wanting to hang out yet again as if nothing happened. Thankfully, with Sunghoon around, maybe you can pretend alongside him. Maybe even forget it ever happened.Â
You can argue that for the first time, youâre even a bit annoyed when you see his name pop up in your notifications with a call as if youâre not right in the middle of texting Sunghoon. Itâs not that you were trying to go back over to his house or anything, but man, he sure is trying to get you to come back for a third round already.Â
Maybe you just like when people are eager to please you, or maybe you donât like to feel as if youâre the one chasing another person. Still, you answer Jake, seemingly releasing all of this resentment youâve built up for him in an instant.Â
âWhat?â You huff into the phone, feeling it vibrate with another text from Sunghoon and wanting nothing more than to see what his fourth reason would be for you to come over not even two hours after you left.Â
âWhat?â Jake responds in confusion to you. âWhat do you mean âwhatâ?âÂ
âI mean what do you want? Iâm busy.â You huff again with a roll of your eyes, flopping back on your bed.Â
âOh god, something happened.â Jake groans, though he was simply calling you because he missed your voice. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNo, not really. Was just trying to figure out what Iâm doing tonight when you rudely interrupted me.âÂ
Something is off, Jake can feel it. Your voice has a bite to it, one that feels like youâre mad at him. Not to mention, he knows what you mean when you say youâre trying to find something to do for the night. He tries to reserve his feelings though, despite wanting that something to be him.Â
âOh, I know thereâs an event at one of the clubs downtown tonight I think. Jay mentioned itââ He pauses briefly to hear another annoyed breath from you. âYouâre not gonna go with him?âÂ
âNah,â You wave off dismissively. âI think Iâm just gonna go hang out with Sunghoon.âÂ
You donât notice at all the brief and panicked silence for a solid second and a half before Jake reacts.
âWait, what?â He says quickly after managing to process those words, trying not to sound as panicked as he knows he feels. âSunghoon? Why?!âÂ
God, he knew he shouldnât have said anything about Sunghoon that day, but his confidence was overflowing and he couldnât help but boast at the time. Itâs come back to shoot him in the dick, knowing full well that Sunghoon has been trying to get you into bed since he fucking met you. Hearing you ask for him in this context is something that makes his blood run cold.Â
âRelax, I was with him last night. Itâs kind of like, maybe gonna be a normal thing now.âÂ
You refuse to pick up on Jakeâs tone. He had all the time in the world to make you feel something other than confusion, and this is just fucking petty at this point. He clearly doesnât want to have anything with you, so why in the hell should you just sit around hoping? Waiting?Â
âSunghoon? You want to fuck Sunghoon?â He asks in a lower tone, trying to convince himself that he has to be mishearing you. You can hear him shuffle around and close a door behind him, showing that he doesnât want his parents to hear him. But the frustration showing blatantly in his voice is somehowâŚsatisfying.Â
âI already did. I figured he would show me a good time since no one else can, and he did.â You shrug with slight disobedience. Resentment bubbling up in your gut to the extent that you almost want to grill him for having any type of opinion about it.Â
Jake hangs on those words for a second. âSince no one else can.âÂ
He really thought he was the one who could do it for you.Â
âYeah, butââ Jake starts, feeling like a child almost in the way he protests despite not being in a position to have a say in who you sleep with. âYou know what? Nevermind. Do what you want.â He adds blankly, hanging up before you can get another word in.Â
Honestly, he doesnât know what heâs doing wrong because you acted like he was fully capable of doing everything right. Hanging out with him consistently after the fact, not making it weird, flirting with him, asking him to sleep over.Â
He wasnât sure if he should ask you for more or if he should ask you to be his girlfriend first. The whole reason heâs with his parents right now is because he felt the need to run home to his Mom for girl advice. Embarrassing? Yes, but he really wanted to do things right. He cares about you.Â
He needed just one single weekend away, and the second heâs gone youâre out fucking other dudes? Fucking Sunghoon?Â
By now, that asshole is probably feeling like heâs on top of the world for getting to touch you. Not even he has done what Sunghoon managed to do with you by now and he canât help but feel pissed about it.Â
Whether youâre his or not, Sunghoon never should have been a fucking option.Â
So, he calls you right back, pushing back the feeling of how pathetic it seems considering heâs the one who hung up on you. Then, when you donât pick up, he immediately feels his stomach drop.Â
You must be talking to Sunghoon, you must be setting up a time and place to meet with him. And Jake has heard that Sunghoon knows how to fuck. Other people have said heâs good in bed. Surely, if youâve already been with him once and youâre still wanting to go back to him, those other people werenât lying.Â
To Jake, it feels like heâs losing you to his own friend with each passing second, and itâs weighing so heavy that spamming your phone with calls to interrupt whatever it is youâre doing right now feels like the right thing to do. In fact, it feels like it is the best thing in the world to do.Â
He calls again. You donât answer.
Again.
âWhat?!â You answer, annoyed.Â
âWhy would you even want Sunghoon?! Is he really that much better than I am?â He doesnât think before he says it, because if he did, he wouldnât have been able to say it at all.Â
Itâs his turn to experience that awkward silence because in all fairness, you donât know how to respond to that. You feel annoyed now, you feel confused and quite frankly, blind sided. Since when did he care?Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? You came onto me once and then never followed up.â You dead-pan at yourself in the mirror across your bedroom, speaking into the phone with a voice that seems scolding. âI donât see why youâre mad that Iâm hanging out with Sunghoon. We arenât dating, Jake.â
âSince when? Who said I didnât want to do it again?â Jake argues back in a whispered voice, showing you that he still canât be as loud as heâd like to be. He chooses to ignore that last sentence though, pretending as if it doesnât strike him in the center of the heart.Â
âNobody! Thatâs the thing, you havenât said anything about it. Not that you want to, not that you donât. Youâre just being you and itâs driving me up a fucking wall.â
Pause.
âYouâre mad because I didnât make it weird?â Itâs like his brain clicks.Â
âPretending it didnât happen somehow makes it worse.â You lower your voice, ignoring the string of texts Sunghoon is sending you and listening closely to what Jake might say next. Your heart is racing through this hushed argument, and it feels good to admit that you kept thinking about it, even if he hasnât.
âI wasnât pretending that it didnât happen,â He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. âI just wasn't sure what the next step was.â
Youâre fucking appalled.
âJake, I have been flirting with you since it happened because I couldnât stop thinking about it. Youâre the one who didnât make any moves, so I figured you wanted it to end there.â You sigh loudly, but somehow feel a bit lighter. âDo you have any idea how that fucked with my confidence?â
Jake sighs along with you on the other end of the line.Â
âThatâs why I was annoyed earlier, and thatâs why Iâm going to Sunghoonâs tonight.â
âWhat?â Jakeâs voice raises a bit higher. âStill?!âÂ
Itâs the fact that heâs trying to explain himself. Had he known that you were confused by his lack of, um, touching you, he would have done it every day since it happened! Yet, youâre still considering Sunghoon an option? Knife to the heart, honestly.Â
Or maybe heâs not being clear enough with you about this.Â
You, on the other hand, nod your head as you hum a confirmation to him, smiling and wondering if this conversation will turn into an event that would, perhaps, have you cancel the hook-up with Sunghoon.
âWhy? Are you jealous?â You pry.
âYou really called him, and now Iâm just sitting here in my old room trying to find a way to get to you before he doesâŚ.again.â An inhale. â Yes! Iâm fucking jealous!âÂ
You remain silent, trying to pretend that your pettiness isnât solely to confirm what he seems to be implying to you. Then, an unintentional chuckle leaves your lips.Â
âWhy are you laughing?!â His voice is raised again, and he doesnât seem to stop spilling what he needs to say. âI wanted to do that for you for years and you somehow still didnât know?â He pauses. âI always made it weird between us, what? You thought I treated all of my friends like that?â
You just listen, feeling your heart beat in time with each word he speaks. Strings of sentences like, âIâm going to kick his ass.â and âYou thought Iâd just eat you out as a friend?! Youâre insane.â and âI would have come home last night if you wanted to feel good so badly, why did you have to go see him, of all people?âÂ
The confirmation of Jake being the friend who forbade Sunghoon from making a move on you is right there, clear as day.Â
âAh, so the Jake I know isnât the Jake everyone else knows?â You respond, trying to force the tingling feeling in your gut to calm itself. Hearing him be so blatant to you has your heart doing flips, and itâs not an easy task to make it stop.
âOf-fucking-course not!â He rolls his eyes, you can definitely tell. âYou had me wrapped around your pinky from day one.â
âAnd you really thought that, with the way you seemed so uninterestedââ You pause, processing his words. âI would have asked you to come home from your parentâs house to get me off? For what? Funsies? You thought I'd be brave enough or selfish enough to ask such a thing?âÂ
Jake sighs deeply, seemingly fed up with the situation.Â
âIt wouldnât be because you are selfish.â He breathes out, almost angrily. âAnd for the last time, Iâm not uninterested. I was just trying to do things right. I donât just want to fuck you, you know.âÂ
âAnd you didnât think to tell me until weeks after you ate me out?â You smile harder, trying to contain the heat flushing over your cheeks. âUntil after I thought I had a pH imbalance and maybe you were just grossed out by me?!âÂ
âIâm genuinely shocked you didnât know already. Made me think you werenât interested enough to likeââ He pauses, not wanting to be too telling. âI guess waiting and being polite isnât really your style. I should have known that though.â
You let him continue, because you can tell heâs simply taking breaths and small pauses to figure out how to express his thoughts to you.Â
âYou canât tell me that over the years, you never once noticed how often I stared at you.â He lowers his voice again, softening it to an extent that you actually feel the butterflies fly from your belly to your chest.Â
âThe fact that I jumped in head first and offered to do that for you? I didnât think I had to tell you at this pointâŚâHe breathes out a chuckle through the line this time. âAnd for the record, I couldnât get enough of it. I was just trying to likeâ I donât know.â
You listen to him breathe deeply, again.Â
âI didnât want you to think I was in it just for the sex, I guess.â
There. There it is. Youâre nearly kicking your feet, feeling him confirm feelings and erase any hint of doubt within you. Despite never truly noticing that he treats you differently compared to his other friends, despite never thinking too hard about the way he looks at you.Â
âYou acted like it wasnât a big deal, Jake. Iâm not joking. If thatâs how you act when you like someone, you shouldnât blame me for not noticing.â
âI literally tongue fucked you.â He dead-pans. âFriends donât just do that.â
âI thought we were friends who could do that.â You argue. âBut I guess youâre not quite looking to just remain friends, are you?âÂ
âNo,â Jake sighs. âMom told me I needed to take you out on some extravagant date and express my undying love for you with a handful of red roses, but I guess this is just how itâs gonna be. After all, this is you.âÂ
âAnd this is you.â You confirm.Â
âI was going to come home tomorrow and try to lie our way to the restaurant, which I still can, if you want. You kind of fucked up my plan though.âÂ
You pause at his words, suddenly feeling like shit for not realizing sooner. In your defense though, if he really did like you from day one, you didnât exactly have a chance to see how he would have acted without feelings. The Jake you know is your best friend, and someone you trusted with everything, you thought he treated everyone as well as he treated you. Thatâs why, when he didnât change, you couldnât read him anymore.Â
Then again, all of this could have been fucking avoided if he had just voiced it to you.Â
âRomance is dead and itâs your fault.â Jake tries to joke, his soft tone somehow coming out even softer as he waits for some type of response from you.Â
âSo, are we done fighting?â You ask meekly, tapping your finger against your phone and looking up at the ceiling with a smile that by now, you canât escape. âSince youâve just expressed your undying love for me and I very much wouldnât mind going on a date with you so we can work this out face to face?âÂ
âAre you still going to fuck Sunghoon?âÂ
You laugh.Â
âOh yeah, for sureââ To his silence, you immediately take it back. âOh my god, relax. Itâs a joke.âÂ
âGet better jokes, asshole.âÂ
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âWhat the fuck?â Jake deadpans into the phone, his heart beating far too fast for his health, but vibing with it anyway because by tomorrow night, heâll be next to you again. âYou seriously had sex with her?!âÂ
âHey, sheâs the one who called me.â Sunghoon shrugs as he listens. âTo be fair, Jake, I did tell her that someone else had dibs on her.â
Jake slaps his forehead and rolls his eyes.Â
âYouâre such a dickâ I told you at least three hundred times that I like her! I donât have dibs.â He gripes, trying to pretend that heâs not imagining Sunghoon with you, the person he wants the most.Â
âDamn right you donât, because she seemed to have a great tââÂ
âSunghoon, stop. I donât want to know what happened, but like, stop texting her.âÂ
Sunghoonâs brow raises in curiosity.Â
âAh, did you finally make a move?â
If thereâs anything Jake knows Sunghoon wonât do, itâs go for a woman that is actually unavailable. He has his fun, and heâs not one to turn anyone down if he has an interest in them, bro code be damned. And yeah, heâs still a little pissed at him for hooking up with youâŚbut, it is true, Jake made you feel like he wasnât even an option in his attempts to be a gentleman.Â
Still, boundaries need to be set now. Real boundaries.
âI did, and I would really appreciate it if you back off. Iâm trying to make something out of this, you know?â
Sunghoon lightens up, sighing at his loss of a would be fuck-buddy that seemed more promising than some heâs had in the past.Â
âJesus, youâre serious about her arenât you?â He smirks as he speaks, feeling proud of Jake for finally stepping up for himself. âI mean, I can totally see why. Please excuse me as I mourn that sweet, sweet, pu-âÂ
âSunghoon.â Jake warns. âShut the fuck up.âÂ
âRelax, jesus.â Sunghoon plays it cool, though he actually is mourning it a little bit. âGood on you though. Iâll back off, donât worry.âÂ
Jake rolls his eyes yet again, his love-hate relationship with Sunghoon becoming more fond than ever by this point. Only because the confidence he had in himself before all of this wasnât entirely where it needed to be. Itâs true that he wasnât exactly a pussy eating god before, nor could he even say heâs amazing at sex but, when it comes to you, he canât help but be excited. He wants to do it all, be it all for you.Â
Never in his life has he eaten pussy like that, and never in your life have you felt a mouth so eager to please between your legs.Â
Sunghoon could have been something, but he couldnât have been Jake, ever.Â
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The day couldnât go by any slower than it already has.Â
Jake comes home tonight, and by home, you mean to your apartment where he doesnât live.Â
Your mind goes in loops on what could possibly happen. Scenarios of him getting cold feet and ignoring that any of this happened at all again. Scenes of him unlocking your door, closing in on you, and kissing you before you can even say âhelloâ. Images of his hands on you, his mouth on you, what it would feel like if he were toâŚwell, oh.
You snap yourself out of it, every bad scenario in your head gets replaced with one where youâve got Jake working himself on and inside of you. Itâs making you feel hot, insane, and entirely too horny for the proposed date night full of talking that needs to be had first.Â
Then you freeze, your hand on the handle of your mug as you wonder a bit too hard.Â
What if he doesnât show up at all?Â
You did run off the second he left the city and fuck one of your mutual friends. Arguably, you were equally as bad at communicating with him as he was to you during the past few weeks. Sure, you flirted, but was that even enough when he literally put his tongue inside of you âas a friendâ?Â
God, heâd have every right to not show up. To move on, to never speak to you again.Â
Youâve been so stupid. Both of you have, stumbling together but apart into something neither of you could even begin to navigate. For you? Sex is easy. Feelings though? Thatâs where it gets complicated. Yet, still, you find yourself more willing than ever to let these feelings roam free if he accepts them at face value.Â
Solely because of how shitty it felt when you were trying to pretend that Jake was nothing but a one time thing for his sake.Â
And when the time comes, after hours of brooding, getting worked up, and feeling insane, youâre looking like a mess when he knocks on your door. So much for looking good for him. Youâre an absolute fucking wreck when you open that door and dead-pan stare at him and his bags.Â
âHi,â He smiles, not quite making eye contact because he really is kind of embarrassed by all of this. âIâm here.âÂ
You step back from the door, eyes remaining on him.Â
âYouâre here.â You say quietly, watching him step into your apartment and drop his bags.Â
You feel his breath before you hear his voice. So much closer than just moments before, right up against your ear, and his arms wrapping tightly around you.Â
âFelt like I was gone for too longââ He whines slightly against you, breathing in a breath and taking in your scent. âDidnât know I could miss you like that.âÂ
You fucking melt. Out of all of those scenarios and fantasies in your head, this wasnât one of them. Which goes to show that Jake is the one person in this world who can surprise you time and time again. Youâve hugged him like this hundreds of times, but this one, oh this one. He feels so close after feeling so fucking far away.
âYou were gone for two days,â You smile, nuzzling against him and gripping his waist in your own hug.Â
âTwo days too long, though.â You feel him smile, that little upturn of his lips pushing his cheek up and against you as he chuckles and pulls back. âWe donât have a lot of time, but we can still make it to the restaurant if you still want to go? I can shower when we get back.â
You pull back, offering him a small nod and feeling a bit let down. You wanted more, especially after that hug. The fact that he can contain himself right now feels isolating. Are you the only one who has a vibrating brain right now? He really wants to have the conversation at the restaurant?Â
He really wants to do this the right way?
You look like shit, but arguably he might think he looks worse considering the long trip back to you. Still, the restaurant is the chosen option to have this conversation, and youâre ready to get it over with so that finally the two of you can take a step forward.Â
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The restaurant is nice. Thereâs a buzz of conversations surrounding the two of you but most of it feels muffled because the only sound you can truly hear is Jakeâs hushed and awkward attempts to get the ball rolling.Â
âSo, I guess thatâs why I went to my parentâs house. Itâs embarrassing, I knowââ He says before you cut him off.Â
âTell me how you felt the past few weeks when we were together.â You say boldly, wanting so badly to have the confirmation that he really does want this, and that he suffered much like you did.
You watch a fan of rosy tint cross his cheeks as he breaks eye contact with you, looking to the table and then back up at you.Â
âOkay, umââ He stiffens a bit, glancing around to make sure no one is looking or listening in. âWhen we werenât together, it was a lot easier for me to think, but when we were together, I could only really think about one thing.â He admits, nodding to himself.Â
You look at him curiously before you see his eyes light up in panic.
âNo! No, no. Not like, sexâŚâ He looks down. âI mean, yeah maybe sex too but mostly I just couldnât stop thinking about ways to make you want me more than anyone else.âÂ
Your heart swells at his panicked save, and then the words that follow.Â
âI think I already did want you more than anyone else.â You admit back to him. âEven if I didnât know I had feelings until you did that to meâ Iâm sorry it took me so long to realize.â
He smiles, reaching over the table as if to ask for your hand.Â
âWhat about you? What did you think about when we were together after that night?â He asks for his own confirmation now.Â
âSex. Mostly, I guess. I felt like no one else would ever be able to make me feel that good again.â You look away, feeling ashamed and seen. âGoddamn, I sound so dramatic.â
Jake snorts, laughing at how he should have expected this but the confidence boost is a happy surprise to him.Â
âTo be fair though, Jake, I think I had my feelings and my lust for you mixed up.â You continue. âBut that doesnât change the fact that I still feel both of those things every time I see you, or even think of you.â
âFeelings and lust?â He nods with a smile and wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes glistening in the warm lighting of the restaurant.Â
You nod in confirmation, side eyeing the waitress who walks over to take down your order.Â
Both of you are somehow dissociated outside of each other, thereâs no way youâre not because you donât recall what you ordered, nor what he ordered, and he appears to be feeling much the same. The moment she walks away, heâs continuing.Â
âI was really that good, huh?â A smirk from him, and a nod from you.Â
âWhat about right now then? How do you feel when you look at me?â He follows up, looking down at the table.Â
âBoth of those things.â You dead-pan, squeezing your legs together as you look at him and feel the warmth radiating from even this far away. The confirmation of feelings is enough by itself to have your thoughts in the gutter about him, especially after weeks of wanting him.Â
Especially after having to be in this stupid fucking restaurant in the first place.
He quirks a brow before lowering his voice, his eyes drooping a bit.Â
âDo you have any fucking idea how badly Iâve wanted to get my mouth on you?âÂ
God, there he is. That same bold best friend who originally suggested eating you out in the first place. Not entirely unfounded that he said it, but fuck, your cheeks are searing.Â
âJake, weâre in public.â You warn, knowing damn well that youâve not been able to think of anything else either, but for the sake of the foundation of this relationship, you want to tame yourself a little bit.
âSince we started hanging out, every fucking time.â He continues, ignoring your warning. âI would get so mad when youâd go to your little hook-ups. Sometimes I even wondered if you did it intentionally to piss me off.âÂ
Your cheeks are still hot, but now thereâs a bit of guilt filling you.Â
âYou really had no idea how badly I wanted that to be me?â He continues with his streak of confidence, unintentionally dirty talking to you solely because he, genuinely, cannot deny his attraction or his feelings for you by this point. âEven right now, I want nothing more than to have you to myself.â
You pause, the guilt leaving you in an instant as itâs fully replaced with Jakeâs eagerness to have you in full, finally.Â
âWhyââ You sigh, dropping your head into your hands to hide your face from him. âWhy are we at this restaurant again?âÂ
You feel his hand reach back over to you, removing your hands from your face and dipping down to look at you.Â
âItâs so fucking hard to contain myself right now. I can admit that.â He whispers, blinking at you. âIf you feel satisfied with where we stand, Iâd be more than happy to leave this table now and prove everything to you.â
An instant nod from you, and an instant confirmation from Jake.Â
Youâre both out of the restaurant before a single sip of water, before a single visual inspection of the forgotten food the two of you ordered, and before any doubt could creep in to ruin the electrifying atmosphere you were indulging in with him.Â
For Jake, his self control wavers with each passing moment as you sit next to him in the car. You look so calm as he drives as quickly and safely as possible back to your apartment, shaming himself for ever considering the two of you go in the first place. Still, the outcome is somehow more satisfying. Both of you wanting to leave just so you can truly be alone together? He couldnât ask for a better night.Â
Still, your calmness contrasts the way his insides vibrate the closer he gets to your place, and he wonders how the fuck you manage to do it. If you were to simply glance at him at the right moment, youâd see his entire body melt in the fantasies of what the two of you may be willing to do tonight.Â
Years worth of pining in his head and heart are bubbling up now. Youâre inviting him in, youâre accepting him, youâre wanting him back.Â
What he doesnât know though, is that you are quite literally imagining yourself wrapped in chains to this seat. Why? Because if it werenât for those astral chains, youâd be on top of him in an instant, reassuring him that if thereâs anything in the world youâve wanted within the past few weeks, itâs him. Youâd be apologizing for never taking note of his feelings before, and kissing away all of the moments he wished he could have had with you before, replacing them with very real, firm, hot kisses.Â
Thankfully though, you manage to tame the beast from within and somehow, so does he. Up until you get through your apartment door and the electrifying atmosphere sizzles away in an instant.Â
You expected to have the confidence to, quite literally, jump on him as soon as your door closed. Instead, you find yourself standing in awe at the entryway.Â
Jake, on the other hand, would love nothing more than to have you right this moment, speeding and parking crooked be damned, he will not allow it just yet.Â
âListen,â He reaches out to you, pulling you up and against his chest. âI need to shower before I let myself do anything.âÂ
You breathe a sigh of relief, noting that the awkwardness came from the fact that Jakeâs energy is seeping out of him, lust and worry for possibly not being as clean as heâd like to be for this.Â
It feels strange, actually. You can imagine youâve had many hook-ups with men who wouldnât even consider a shower before inviting you over.Â
âHurry up then, before I decide to call Sungh-âÂ
âDonât you fucking dare make that joke right now,â Jake squeezes you tighter against you, hating himself for constantly bringing up reasons to wait.Â
âIf we are going to like,â He pauses, struggling to say it out of pure nervousness that you might change your mind. âYou know, be exclusive, Sunghoonâs name is forbidden.â
You chuckle against him before shoving him back in a playful way.Â
âDeal. Now, can you fucking hurry?â You roll your eyes playfully, internally a little thankful for the short moments you will have to prepare yourself for this.Â
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Damn this shower for feeling so good. Jake could fall asleep under the warmth if it werenât for the fact that heâs been half-hard this entire time and truly fighting with himself on how to approach this situation.
Itâs kind of awkward, actually. Knowing exactly what the two of you are about to do but having to wait even for fifteen minutes makes it seem like you both have a scheduled hook up and nothing more.Â
Itâs not a hook up though. Jake is finally where heâs always wanted to be with you, in your shower priming his body to go absolutely fucking insane on you. Before, when he ate you out, he really was controlling himself. He wanted to do more with you so bad, and now? GodâŚ
Heâs flushed as he finally makes his way out of the shower, length still stiffening and softening with each thought that passes. He can barely look at himself in the mirror without wanting to laugh at how embarrassing he truly is.Â
Youâd probably laugh too, and heâd love the sound of it.Â
Then, heâs faced with a dilemma.Â
You, on the other hand, find yourself lying quietly in your bedroom after doing your best to fix the mess of yourself for whatever Jake may offer. Waiting for him, and ultimately wondering what the fuck is taking him so long when you finally hear the bathroom door open.
Faintly, you can smell your shampoo and body wash that he used as you hear him make his way to the living room and not find you.Â
Then, you hear him making his way to your room. He doesnât open the door any further than it already was and instead, stands behind it quietly before muttering out.Â
âUm,â He starts, putting his hand on your door and only peeking his head in. âI wasnât sure if there was a point to putting my clothes onââÂ
Fucking pause.
God, he must sound so stupid saying that, especially after looking into your room and seeing you lying against your bed changed into the exact same pajamas you put on the night he initially made a move on you through the guise of friendship.Â
Well, now itâs not even a question and he was right to assume that all he needed to do was wrap a towel around his waist and come to you.Â
You watch his eyes travel your body curiously, a smile forming on his face.
âIf youâre wondering if I put panties on this time too,â You smile, reaching a hand out as if to invite him to open that door and come have at it. âI didnât.â
Thatâs all it takes, really, to have him pushing the door open and not-so-calmly making his way to your bed.Â
Seeing his naked and damp chest is one thing, but smelling your scent all over him is another, especially when the first thing he does is practically envelop you with his body and plant his lips straight on your own.Â
The first real kiss. Despite his lips having been on you before, you melt into it and find yourself forgetting how differently heâs acting now compared to before. He was so confident, so cocky, and now heâs almost docile. Meek.Â
âIâve wanted to do this for so long,â He leans back to whisper, adjusting his body so that heâs more comfortable and leaning down on one arm while the other holds your cheek. âCanât believe you let me eat you out before ever letting me actually kiss you.â
Your face heats up at the comment, making you feel more scandalous than you ever truly tried to be. But heâs not wrong, and you regret making him feel like eating you out was the only way to get to your heart.
Strangely though, it was the way to your heart. Him doing that for you practically threw you into the deep end in search for more, from him, specifically.Â
âCanât believe you decided that you should just eat me out rather than admit your feelings for me.â You counter with a smile, lifting your head to kiss against him again and pretending you canât feel the weight of his length under the loosely knotted towel on his waist.Â
âWell, it worked, didnât it?â He says through the kisses, quickly losing the ability to speak when you lick against his bottom lip and, ultimately, take control of the act.
He wonders what your mouth could do to him. His entire body reacts to the way your tongue flicks and licks against his own, it takes everything in him to try and control himself from pushing too far too soonâ until he realizes that there is no reason to control himself now.Â
Never has making out gotten him this turned on, and itâs not a surprise because itâs you.Â
He half moans, half chuckles into your kiss when he does it, pressing his hips down and against your thigh much like he did previously to the very mattress heâs got you lying against.Â
âThereâs so much I want to do,â He finally admits, pulling back from the kiss and hanging his head to feel how his cock reacts to the flesh of your thigh. âPlease, let me do all of it.âÂ
You sigh, somehow feeling a pang of arousal radiate between your legs despite not yet being touched there. The weight of him on you is enough, and all you can do is nod and await the ways he intends to relieve himself with you.
Hours of head, he could give. Even more hours of burying his cock between those pretty lips and watching you return the favor for him. His confidence grows as your body moves under him, waiting, waiting, waiting for what he will do next.Â
First, he plants another kiss to you, pressing his hips hard against your thigh with a breathy sigh before moving his lips down, against your neck.Â
At the same time, his hands work their way up your loose shirt, cupping one breast in his palm and easily teasing your nipple with his fingers. He works his lips down the center of your clothed chest, down to your stomach, and then up again. His nose nudges your shirt up with each kiss, until his lips replace his fingers and heâs sucking your nipple into his mouth.
Youâve never felt so wanted in your life with the way he appears to be savoring you. Leaving his own pleasure neglected once again, his entire focus is on you. You arch your back up a bit, hands shooting to his head and cradling it there against your breast.Â
He groans when you scratch against the nape of his neck, wiggling your hips under him and chasing the sensation that his mouth manages to send to your clit. He groans again when your nipple remains firm between his lips, and he begins to nibble.Â
And this time, he moans when he manages to trail one of his hands down just to see how much it will take of this to get you wet. He tucks one hand under your shorts, only to find that youâre already dripping, soaking his fingers with a mere single slide up your folds.
âFuck,â He sighs as if itâs a compliment when he pops his mouth off of you, flicking his head up to look at your already dazed eyes. âAlready?âÂ
You glance away, embarrassed by how badly you want the man who was once your best friend, and is nowâŚ.more than that. You can feel his fingers graze and gently play around with the heat your body has already released for him, rolling your eyes back each time he pretends heâs going to offer pressure to your clit.Â
Heâs fucking teasing you, and you know it.
He knows it too, because of fucking course he is. After years of torture, wondering if youâd ever manage to get wet at all with the thought of him, here you are, dripping under him when all heâs done is kiss you and fondle your nipples.Â
Briefly, he remembers how needy your hips were when his tongue was seeping into you. He remembers the taste of each thrust you pressed against his face, and the smell of how badly you needed him at the time.Â
As used as he was by you that night, he wants nothing more now than to pull those same desperate moans from you, to taste the wet inside of you that no man ever managed to release for you.Â
âI feel like Iâm going insane,â He finally breathes out, still toying with your folds and keeping an eye on the way your eyes glare back at him. âI want you so fucking badââ He stutters now, instantly sliding his fingers into you and scooting down on the bed at lightening speed, pressing your loose shorts to the side just to get the taste of you against his lips again.
Your legs instantly shoot over his shoulders, and one of his hands reaches up to hug your thigh against him as his tongue immediately laps at every dip and crease of your cunt. His eyes nearly roll back at being able to experience this again, his fingers holding firm without a single movement just so he can feel your body confirm that you want him just as much.Â
The clench around his fingers are enough, and he licks around them only for a moment before returning his lips to your clit and giving you all heâs got.Â
All he can feel is your legs tightening around his head, nearly lifting your ass up and off of the bed, all he can hear is his own moans vibrating through him each time he hears you react.Â
Arguably, even after that brief moment of teasing from him, feeling his mouth so eager, much like before, sent you straight into a blissed state and made you forget about the restaurant, the shower, the weeks of pining before this. His mouth is so warm, and his vibrating moans sooth your clit through its desperate attempts to beg for more.Â
You canât help the fact that your legs hug his head, or the way your hands shoot down much like before, scratching through his hair before dropping down and spreading yourself open with two fingers solely to expose your clit in full to the assault of his tongue heâs giving you.Â
He missed you so much, he missed this so much. Never again will he leave you wondering, from this point forward, you should be well aware that if you so much as pushed him to his knees and lifted a leg over his shoulder, heâd be eating like a fucking king.Â
Still, even with his immense love for kissing your pussy until your legs shake, thereâs more to be experienced here than just this. His pace slows with the reality of that, and only now does he move his fingers with intent, and he pulls back to see how youâre spreading yourself for him, even as your legs fall from his shoulders.
âFuck.â He rasps, lips glistening with a mixture of his own saliva and your slick.Â
You lend him a drunken smile, nodding slowly as you focus in on the way his fingers scissor you open. Within a blink though, his face is right there hovering above you, staring intently at the way you react to his fingers.Â
âYou look so good right now, you know that?â He compliments, leaning down again to plant a kiss against you, only pumping his fingers in faster when your kiss appears to be more hungry than his own. âGod, I can feel you squeeze my fingersââÂ
And itâs true, heâs seeing stars solely because he can feel the clench of your pussy walls pushing his two fingers together, almost pushing against his attempts to scissor you open and curl them into the spot inside he knows you have. He can only imagine how good that would feel if he were toâŚ
His eyes squeeze shut in a drawn out moan at the thought, his own kiss growing more hungry as he releases the towel from his waist and quickens the pace of his fingers inside of you.Â
You can feel him press his cock against you, and the weight of it only becomes heavier when his fingers pause inside of you just so he can slip them out and use those same slick-coated digits to hold his length down and against you before he slides it between your lips. Now coating himself in the same wet sensation.Â
You listen closely to his moan, knowing that he seems fond of neglecting his own pleasure to the point of doing near-embarrassing things to get it back when he needs it the most. Itâs strangled, almost. You can hear him swallow around it when he slides up harshly, bumping your clit and causing your shorts to stretch against the crease of your thigh.Â
He seems soâŚdesperate. Yet, he can have anything he wants.Â
âKeep it spread openââ He mutters when he feels you try to remove the hand that had been holding your pussy out on display for him. âI want to feel all of it.â
God, youâve never heard him say something so sexy. Easily you do as he says, now using both hands to hold either side of your pussy open for him, and feeling the underside of his length slide against your hole.Â
You let out a pleased sigh, despite your shorts becoming a nuisance at this point. Itâs easy to forget youâre still wearing them though, because they only become drenched more and more as the moments pass with Jake.
You can genuinely just assume that his cock must be aching as he does this, leaking all over you. Thatâs something you donât mind at all, because the stimulation is far beyond what you could ever ask for.Â
âJakeââ You try to speak, only to be cut off by his hand sliding under your head and his lips attaching yet again to you.
There, you canât help it when you remove your hands and shoot them up to his face. Holding him there, feeling the way his jaw moves when he licks into your mouth in a desperate attempt to get as much of you as he can in this moment.Â
His hips fuck forward much like they did into his palm all those weeks ago, and the anticipation of if or when he finally plunges it into you drives you to kiss him just as hard as he does you.
There is nothing but the sound of kissing in the room save for muffled moans from both of you, entirely tangled up together as he does nothing more than grind himself against you. His hand cradling your head and the other still pressing his length down and against you as close as he can manage. Yours, cupping his cheeks as he kisses you, up until you run one hand down to take over for him.
In that moment, with his free and now shaking hand, he pulls back entirely and just looks at you.
Heâs out of it, entirely gone from this world as he stares down with his hair drying by the minute from that shower, messy as all hell with darkened hooded eyes. He continues to stare, each thrust against you becoming pointed to the extent that it almost feels like heâs already fucked you for hours.Â
And then, you feel it. The weight lifting, your shorts being stretched until theyâre sliding down your thighs and off of you, and then the warmth as he adjusts his hips just barely enough to line up with your quivering hole, practically begging for him to stretch you out for the first time.Â
His eyes falter only for a moment when he realizes that this is a moment he will never forget. The way you look up at him with glassy and needy eyes, out of breath, seemingly loving him as much as heâs always loved you.Â
âYeah?â He whispers, not breaking eye contact even for a moment.Â
âPlease.â You mutter out, not fully intending for it to sound so broken.
And as broken as your voice was in that instance, he grows much weaker by it. Dropping his head with a deep sigh, a smile, and then a chuckle.
âYou really, really, canât look at me like that and expect me to be gentleâŚâ He pauses to look at you again. âFor your sake, please tell me to slow down.â
You can barely comprehend a word heâs saying when you can feel the head of his cock teasing where you need it the most.Â
âPlease.â You rasp out again, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing his body forward, ultimately sliding the tip of his length into you yourself.Â
âOh, fuckââ He chokes out before sucking in a breath and letting out a moan at the feeling. His body jerks at the sensation, the sound of your voice, the way you pulse around him. âFuck, so good.â He continues to mutter, controlling himself for only a few seconds longer just to see if you have the ability to understand that he truly and honestly will not have the ability to go easy on you at this point.Â
âDeeper.â You plead, squeezing your legs tighter around him, uncaring of his attempt to control the situation.Â
Thatâs all it takes. Your broken voice already had him shaking, and now heâs giving up any and all control that he could have possibly hoped to have.Â
Right there, with your legs hugging his waist, your hands gripping the pillow behind your head, and his hands finding purchase on either side of your shoulders, he sinks himself into you as deep as he can go and feels as if the life is being choked out of him over how fucking good it feels.Â
He throws his head back in an erotic and attractive moan of relief, allowing you a glimpse at the expanse of his stretched neck, naked of any marked territory. Still, your vision goes white when the stretch hits you.
So big, so strong on top of you. You can imagine he really could fuck you hard, you hope he doesnât go gentle on you at all, actually
âShit, please,â You moan brokenly again, releasing your pillow and gripping his forearms. âJake, godââ You have no words to describe how good he feels inside of you, you couldnât begin to fathom trying to explain to him how perfect he is.Â
It feels deep, deeper than you ever could have imagined. His length alone should have been enough to tell you that, but you hadnât yet factored in the girth of it. So heavy inside of you, touching each soft and sensitive surface your pussy has to offer.Â
Your body jolts in adjustment, knocking the breath out of you despite him not moving just yet.Â
âShhââ He soothes, not at all actually wanting to hush your cries for him. In fact, heâs simply saying it because he could quite literally release at any moment if you continue to speak and clench him like this. And when he finally looks down at you, he canât fucking help it.
His hips move at their own volition, and he was right in believing there is no gentle fuck to be had here. He slides out only slightly, with the intent to fuck you as full of him as he can. He wants to stay deep, because you asked, and he wants to keep you feeling stretched around him because he can truly never get over the way you look and sound right now.Â
You shake at the feeling of him pressing impossibly deeper into you, keeping his hips flush against you before snapping his hips back more now. A slightly empty feeling inside of you being filled once again within a second.Â
His moans sound beautiful, he feels beautiful, and all you can do is stare up at him with watery eyes and a slack jaw, wondering why it took him so long to do this with you.
Wondering why it took you so long to want it at all, when now, you think you could never feel this good with another person again.Â
His arms flex in your grasp with each thrust, and his eyes land on each visible part of your body before he weakens his stance and lowers himself to you, hips still fucking you open at a pace thatâs only becoming more and more rapid, more and more fucking blinding.Â
âYeah, yeahââ Jake suddenly chimes with out of breath words, kissing you before you can comprehend or respond to those words. âNo one has ever reacted like this for meââ He continues, pointing his thrusts harder into you. âFeels so good, so tight around me.â He chokes up at the last few words, stuttering his and picking up a different pace.
This time, those harsh thrusts pull back further, emptying you before slowly pressing into you again.Â
âI want you to remember how this feels,â He continues, seemingly rambling against your lips with each slow thrust. âNo one will ever fuck you like I will.âÂ
Your hooded eyes shoot open with arousal at his confident boasting. Those words feel so final, as if it isnât even a rule, but a logical fact that only the two of you could ever find to be true.Â
You canât even manage a response, and instead moan before tucking your lips up and against his neck, using one hand to grip his hair and skew his head.Â
That once naked and markless neck is no more. He is yours, and youâre lucky enough now to know that this is exactly how he wants you to feel.Â
âAhh, you like that?â He questions your reaction to his words, feeling your hips make attempts to meet him halfway with each thrust. âYou like when I talk?â He continues to urge your sucking lips to speak out to him, to answer him, to boost his ego just a bit more.Â
âSo much,â You nearly whimper against his neck, moving your lips to another spot. âLove when youâre confident like thisââ
Heâs in heaven hearing those words. As if itâs a confirmation that he wasnât just talking dirty. You both truly take those words and will fuck by them from this point forward. He truly doesnât want anyone else, and hopefully, youâd never give another person the chance to make an attempt to fuck you the way he does.Â
And then the room falls silent again, as if Jake is focused on reminding you with each passing second that heâs never been more sure or right of something in his life. Despite you already believing him, the way his cock pulses inside of you is enough of a reminder even if he had never said it in the first place.Â
His pace quickens again, and then slows, and then stutters. Only to fall back into a good rhythm before his entire body starts to shake through the act.Â
You wonder if this is it. Is this how his body reacts when heâs about to cum? Is this what his face looks like? Is this what his eyes do? Did his arms strain like this the first time? Did his moans come out as choked and desperate?Â
None of that matters, because as quickly as it started, he buries himself into you again and stays in that one spot, shaking and timidly looking down at you.Â
âDonât move, please, donât move.â He practically begs, losing himself to the way your hips chase the feeling of constant stimulation. âStop moving.â He pleads again, pulling his chest from you and sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock in place deep within you.Â
You watch him, unable to keep your hips still, and he watches youâ trying to keep his orgasm under control before seeing your fingers trail down your stomach and to your clit.
There, he loses himself, watching you rub the soft spot just above where his cock stuffs you full.Â
âI canât,â He chokes out, snapping his hips back and allowing himself to get lost in the feeling. âFuck, I really canât.â He continues to mutter out, pressing his strings of cum ever deeper inside of you as he feels every muscle in his body tense.Â
It feels so sensitive, but he canât stop moving, feeling his cum fill you up to the point itâs surely being pressed out of you by his desperate length wanting nothing more than to stay inside of you.
You moan through it with him, encouraging him to lose himself inside of you, and heâs so beautiful when he does it. The fact that he does it at all has your body tensing on its own. Teetering on the edge of your own orgasm with the way your fingers almost aggressively chase after the feeling he appears to still be releasing inside of you.
And then, emptiness. You are left empty and dripping, fingers still chasing your release beforeâ
âWhat the fuââ You moan, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of his tongue instantly back on you. As if heâs looping back to the beginning of it all, uncaring of tasting himself solely because through it all, he can still taste you. âJake, Fuckâyes, right there.â You continue to groan when he replaces his tongue against your hole with his fingers, fucking into you as quickly as he can before nudging your fingers away and taking over the chase of your orgasm.Â
Youâre entirely amazed by how eager he is to pull it from you, and that alone is enough. The desperate ways in which he decided to pleasure you right in this moment, itâs enough.
Your hands instantly reach for his hair, gripping so tightly that you can hear the pained sound he lets out at the sheer force behind it. You very nearly rub his nose in the mess heâs made of you out of the sheer arousal you feel through your orgasm.Â
Youâre seeing white, feeling his fingers expertly work you open and somehow donât feel disappointed at all that you didnât get there before he pulled out of you. You can still feel him dripping out, fingers squelching and sliding through the mixture of both orgasms inside of you. And his tongue, good lord his fucking tongue, licking up every bit and eagerly flicking your clit at a pace much faster than he offered before.
And now, you find your legs nearly kicking him across the room. As soon as the orgasm subsides, your body goes into overdrive with the overwhelming sensitivity between your legs and all he can do is laugh at the way you practically do kick him.
Right off the bed, actually, he tumbles.Â
You lay there, staring into space as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality when you see his messy hair and glistening eyes peek from the edge of your bed at you. His shoulders huffing with each deep breath he takes.Â
âJesus fucking christ.â You manage to gasp out, spread eagle and almost completely naked on your bed save for the forgotten shirt thatâs still pushed up to your collarbone.Â
He makes his way back up to you, pressing your legs together, lowering your shirt, and planting his heavy dead-weight right on top of you.Â
A solid ten minutes pass as the two of you lay there in the mess youâve both created. Heavy breaths turn to easy, balanced breaths together. You can barely hold your eyes open when he finally rolls off of you and right up against your side.Â
âCan I ask you something?â He mutters, throat dry and stomach growling embarrassingly loud.Â
âHm?â You hum out, entirely ready to just sleep in the mess.
âAre you always like that?â He questions, a little hint of doubt breaking his confidence. âLike, did Sunghoon see you act like that too?âÂ
You crack your eyes open and instantly turn to face him.Â
âYouâre insane if you think Sunghoon is that good. Iâve never used the word âpleaseâ in my life.â
Jake glances away, thinking to himself and letting those words sink in.
âWell,â He starts, pausing and feeling that little pit in his stomach return. âThatâs a lie because Iâve heard you use your manners at least twice in the years Iâve known you.âÂ
You smile, loving that the two of you can still be somewhat catty and playful even after the fact that you just realized how insanely in love with him you are.Â
âJake, no one has ever made me act like this in bed.â You try to reassure him. âI donât think anyone else could, besides you.â
He smiles with a nod, running his hands down your body before pausing at the half dried cum that managed to make its way up to your stomach. And then? He groans.Â
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Itâs insane really, that all it took for you to fall in love with the person you think you were always meant to love was him admitting it. Even more insane that he decided to take the route that involved faux playful head, with no feelings attached despite his feelings being deeply fucking attached.Â
Still, the route taken to get to this point, he thinks, is fitting for the two of you. Especially now that he can look at Sunghoon without wanting to strangle him, and he can look at you knowing youâd very much invite him to strangle you, you know, considering the fact that youâre now trying to explore every sexual realm in the fucking universe with him.
Even with the desperate need to have you under him any chance he gets, and the fucking, and the arousal, none of it shines brighter than the small intimate moments he has with you that arenât weighed down by pining or lust.Â
As playful as the two of you are together, there is so much love here. So much love to still be discovered too, and he canât help but feel excited by it.Â
Romance isnât dead, despite how the two of you tried to fucking butcher it.Â
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A bunny hybrid reader that notices a male fox hybrid following them and watching from a far. Naturally you get nervous cause foxes prey on bunnies! But it turns out heâs very shy and wants to court a cute chubby bunny but doesnât know how to. Maybe heâs also a soft dom with praise kink? đ¤
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warning: chasing(slight predator/prey?), breeding, praise kink
You had felt eyes on you since the moment you entered the forest you usually collected herbs from. It wasnât exactly unusual to feel watched considering many other hybrids called the forest home⌠but today it felt⌠different.
You spotted a fleck or red, the shade making your fight or flight kick in.
Instantly you began sprinting, dropping your basket and booking it back to your cabin. You didnât dare turn around, your poor heart racing as your fluffy bunny ears picked up the sound of running behind you.
âW-wait!â
You cried out in fear at the sound of your pursuer calling for you to stop, shaking your head. âN-no, go away!â
You reached your home, quickly locking your door and peering out the peep hole as your fluffy cotton tail twitched nervously.
There was a fox hybrid outside on your porch, sniffing the air and rubbing his face against every surface he could⌠was he leaving his scent there for later?
âPlease come out⌠Iâm not going to hurt you, I just want to talk.â
This happened nearly every day for a month. The fox chased you, nearly running you over before you got into your cottage at the end of the day.
That was until you werenât fast enough.
The fox had been studying the way you move, when you took the shortest of breaks to catch your breath, and when you quickened your pace again to get away. Bunnies were masters at escaping⌠but foxes were very smart.
You knew something was different this time. Call it instinct, call it just coincidence, but you noticed that he wasnât running after you as fast as usual⌠and his eyes were following your every movement the entire time.
Like he already knew he was going to catch you⌠it was just a matter of time.
You were too slow as you turned a corner, slipping on some pine straw and crashing to the ground. In seconds he was on top of you, and all you could do was close your eyes and hoped he killed you quicklyâŚ
But his jaws never closed around your neck. After a few moments of silence, you opened your eyes to see him butting his head against you affectionately, his tail swaying behind him.
His eyes were half lidded, staring down at you with infatuation and adoration.
âIâve finally got you, little bunny.â
He was absolutely glued to your side now, clinging tightly to you as you hesitantly made your way home. The fox seemed absolutely smitten, sometimes softly nipping at your fluffy ears or neck, startling you.
âSo pretty⌠you smell so, so goodâŚâ
After dinner he curled up with you, his fluffy tail swaying as he kept rubbing his scent on your neck. Could he tell that you were close to your heat? Is that why he had become interested in you?
âIâve wanted you for so long⌠youâre cute and just the softest thing Iâve ever seen⌠but itâs hard approaching a bunny when youâre a fox.â
Your cheeks heated up as he pressed against you, your cotton tail wagging furiously when his bulge rubbed against your clothed cunt.
It wasnât long until your next heat cycle, and it was clear that he knew it too. He continued to purr as he grabbed hold of your hips, guiding your bunny cunt over his bulge slowly.
When you let out a stifled whine, he smiled, giving your soft bunny ear a nibble. âMmm, thatâs a good girl. Youâre so soft and pretty, let me take care of you, sweetheartâŚâ
Within seconds he had your panties off, his fingers stretching your whole. As they pumped in and out of you, his lips met yours in a needy kiss.
His tongue explores your mouth, entangling with yours. It was hard to think with all these new sensationsâŚ
âCome on, bunny⌠lemme see that pretty pussy of yours, hmm?â
You shyly opened your legs, and he moved to position his cock at your entrance. At this point you were whining and bucking your hips, ready to be mated.
It was reassuring when he held onto your hand as his cock sunk into your fat bunny cunt, his face burying itself into your neck.
âF-fuck, so good⌠godâŚâ
His grip on your hips tightened, the soft flesh warm against his hand. Heâd never had something so soft and cute underneath him⌠you were amazingâŚ
It felt too good, his cock was rubbing and touching all of the best spots, making your clit throb. As soon as he noticed, he moved his hand to rub circles around your clit while he picked up speed.
As he fucked into you, whining into your neck, he said the cutest things.
âI love you⌠love you so much, so fucking prettyâŚâ he blubbered, his teeth grazing against your neck before he bit you.
âG-gonna⌠gonna knock you up, okay? Gonna be my cute little mateâŚâ
Those words had your walls fluttering around him, your toes curling as the two of you came together.
After coming down from your respective highs, he became a bit shy again, giving your cheek a tentative lick. âYou did well, pretty girlâŚâ
You simply butted your head against him affectionately, returning his soft purrs.
Now, you had a mate, a sweet one at that. You didnât have to worry about other bunnies bothering you when a fox called your cottage home.
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â๨ŕ§ËâĄË࣪ lover !!
á°.á even if he doesn't exude this energy to outsiders, you're happy to know that your boyfriend is the biggest simp around when it comes to you. or: the cute things he'll do for you. Â (fem!reader)
featuring yoichi isagi, seishiro nagi, reo mikage, rin itoshi, rensuke kunigami content contains hotel bathroom sinks designed by a man, slight jealousy (reo is the jealous boyfriend), height differences (nagi + kunigami + rin are described as taller), wearing his clothes + clothes is described to be oversized on you (nagi), called a simp by his teammates (kunigami), clingy bf (yoichi <3) author's notes hq version coming soon!!! i just wanted to write something soft n fluffy for once <3
๨ৠYOICHI ISAGI â goes viral on tiktok when the two of you go on vacation to celebrate your second year anniversary. you're recording yourself from the bathroom of the private villa he rented out for the two of you, and you originally wanted to record what an absolute joke the sink is. there is literally no counter space. nowhere to place any of your makeup or skincare products. yoichi interupts the video unknowingly, knocking softly and asking if he can come in. he doesn't realize you're filming, and it's entirely genuine when he asks, "is everything okay? you sounded frustrated? did you need help opening something?" you laugh before explaining the situation, and he's silent for all but one second before he goes, "oh! i'll just hold your makeup bag, and i'll hand you the stuff when you need it." (poor yoichi means well, but he's standing there for over an hour as you laugh at him when he can't tell the difference between a tube of lipgloss and liquid blush. the look of concentration on his face as he nods intently while you explain what each product is for is absolutely adorable; it's the same concentrated look he gets when he's reviewing game footage, meaning he's taking this seriously for you.) he's also the type that loves to follow you around. it's a common joke for his fans to comment "walk him like a dog, sis!" on any candid photos of you + yoichi because he is almost always holding your hand while trailing behind you. he's like your shadow as he follows you around different stores in the mall, and even when you tell him he can just sit down with the other boyfriends while you just try on some clothes, he refuses to leave your side. tries to follow you to the dressing room, and gets all pouty when he realizes he's not allowed in. makes you walk outside the dressing room with the new outfits on so he can rate them (he is incredibly biased and believes everything looks good on you and forces you to bring everything to the cashier so he can swipe his card to get it for you <3)
๨ৠREO MIKAGE â cannot handle anyone else taking up large chunks of your time, especially when he rarely gets to see you during game season. makes a face anytime he realizes that the server at the restaurant is a guy. the server will smile at you and tell you that he'll get started on that meal for you right away, and reo leans forward once he's gone and goes, "i can't believe he was flirting with you right in front of me! disgusting!" he's actually convinced that every man in the world wants you for themselves, and if you tease him by threatening to run off with any of these men, he'll instantly frown and start telling you to take that back right now! however, he is entirely convinced that you are the greatest thing to ever grace this earth, and he feels so proud whenever you two are out in public and a fan or an employee compliments you. they could say anything postive about you, and he'll beam with pride, going "i know, right? i tell her this all the time!" it's almost common knowledge that the easiest way to get on reo's good side is to treat you well. he also loves listening to you gossip, and is the type of boyfriend who loves all your friends (even if he can't quite remember their names; it's only important that they treat you kindly and loyally), and hates everyone that you hate. he's also less forgiving than you; if someone backstabs you but you forgive them and grant them a second chance, just know that reo still hates their guts and he'll make it incredibly obvious.
๨ৠSEISHIRO NAGI â canât help but make video game versions of the two of you any chance he gets. heâll pretend to not notice the way your eyes light up when you pass by any claw machine containing plushies of your favorite anime characters, but somehow heâll manage to find himself at the machine, casually winning you your favorite as if the game isnât designed to make everyone lose. (heâs just that good.) even if youâre not as big of a gamer as him, heâll watch you play sims 4 (and subsequently watch you spend 3 hours on the create-a-sim section because youâre trying to create a perfect carbon copy of the two of you.) looks for his favorite hoodie only to glance over at your still-sleeping form on his bed and realizes that youâre wearing it. you look adorable in it; heâs taller than you, bigger in every aspect, so the material swallows you up. (he doesnât wake you up nor does he ask for it back.) despite the fact that heâs taller than you, nagi is definitely a big baby, and is constantly the little spoon. he loves to come home and bury his face in your neck, loves the way you gently run your fingers through his hair (itâs the easiest way for him to fall asleep), and heâll constantly try to find ways for you to hold him.
๨ৠRIN ITOSHI â grants you âscary dog privilege.â literally will mean mug every man in the street as the two of you are walking together. everyone thinks that rin would be a selfish lover from his outside appearance, but he surprisingly puts up with a lot of your antics because he loves you so much. you donât bother buying a step stool because you count on rin to get you anything you need from the tall shelves (and when youâre mad at him, heâll purposely find ways to get all your most-used items on a hard-to-reach area so you have to sulkily seek him out and ask for his help. thereâs no way in hell you put your face wash on top of the fridge, and rin looks all too happy to grab it for you.) he has a very bare social media account and most of the time, he just posts whatever his publicists draft up for him. the only post he has personally created and shared himself is the one of you on your birthday; in a sea of promotional posters and professionally taken game highlights, the smiling faces of you and rin stand out. (itâs the happiest any of his fans have ever seen him look.)
๨ৠRENSUKE KUNIGAMI â his teammates make fun of him because he is notoriously loyal to you. they tricked him and took him out to a strip club, and thereâs a viral video of kunigami staring intently at his phone, never looking up once at his surroundings. (he was going through your instagram feed + then ran out of photos to look at, so he started going through his camera roll to look at pictures and videos of you.) is the boyfriend who embodies the phrase âwear whatever you want, baby, i can fight.â thereâs a photo of you two that did numbers on pinterest. kunigmai is such a big guy, towers over you, honestly, but he readily gets down on his knees for you. in the photo, you two are dressed up to attend a gala. heâs on his knees, and you have one high-heel clad foot resting on the top of his thigh as he looks down and is adjusting the ankle strap of your heel for you. his friends shared the photo in the team groupchat and called him a simp, but kunigami knows that if they had someone half as great as you, theyâd act just the same.
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older!rafe loves to put his fingers in sensitive!readerâs mouth & her favorite place in the world is his lap...
18+ mdni!
c/w: mean older!rafe being a tease & making her choke on his fingers, heavily suggestive, size kink, use of daddy
wc: 1.6k
in love w this man so more of him on the way xx
this is an additional part to this & u can read more here
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Rafe has had a bad day.  Â
She notices it immediately by the way he greets her with only a brief peck on her cheek; carelessly throwing his jacket on the couch before slumping down against the cushions and letting out a washed-out exhale. Â
For the entirety of the week, gloomy clouds have painted over the dusty, colorless horizon and wet water puddles have saturated the socks of passing pedestrians and dog walkers alike. However, Rafe is not someone who particularly minds rainy days, which is why she assumes that the reason for his disgruntled mood has something to do with business, as it more often than not does.  Â
He scratches at the buzzed hair still slightly damp from the rain while she simply stands there and blinks; unsure whether he wishes to be alone or not.  Â
âWhat are you doing? Câmere,â he suddenly orders in a somewhat of a stern tone and she has no choice but to pad over to his sprawled-out legs, lowering to sit on top of him and letting him paw at her waist as his beefy arms pull her closer. And she can't really complain when the heat of his body seeps into her flesh in such a comforting way; makes her insides feel all fluffy and featherlight. Â
In the same way that Rafe seems to enjoy her needing him to take care of her when everything feels like too much, she loves being there for him; likes to feel useful, needed.
âDo you wanna...talk about it?â The muted melody of her vocal cords reaches his ears as vivid raindrops pitter patter against the glass of the windows and he groans in exhaustion at how perfect she is for him.  Â
âNot really,â he dismisses her with a shake of his head. âHow was your day, hm?â Â
âIt was uh, okay. I donât know, the usual. Had some boring lectures, almost fell asleepâŚquestioned every decision Iâve ever made,â she huffs out and settles her palms on his strong biceps.Â
âMm,â heâs only half listening; beginning to mindlessly twirl a strand of her hair around his index finger.  Â
And she takes that as her cue to continue blabbering out complete nonsense as she begins to grow slightly restless being this close to him. Truth be told, sheâs pathetically been missing him the whole day; the only thing granting her the motivation to go about her routines being the thought of seeing him at the end of it all. And now that heâs here, he seems frustrated; mind entirely elsewhere and she doesnât know what to do except ramble on and on about her dull day.  Â
Then, completely out of the blue, heâs grabbing her jaw into his massive hand and hushing her. Â
âShut up for one second, yeah?â He mutters out before heâs tucking a thumb past her lips; a surprised squeak leaving the back of her throat at the sudden intrusion because he was the one who asked for her to talk in the first place.  Â
However, she canât exactly say that itâs unexpected. He often gets a tad bit meaner whenever heâs had a dreary workday and takes it out on her in some form or another. And regardless of how unhealthy all of it might seem, thereâs a crooked part of her brain that yearns for it; wants him to come to her whenever heâs upset. If sheâs utterly honest, the thought of him searching for solace in anyone else makes nausea creep up her bones. Â
For some reason, the firm pad of his thumb making her tongue feel heavy in her mouth placates her; turns her brain into a needy, dingy muddle in a way that only Rafe is capable of. Â
âShit, just needed something to suck on, huh?â He pushes down on her tongue, making her swallow around the digit with a whimper.  Â
âSo fucking pathetic sometimes, you know? Just take anything Daddy gives you,â a low-pitched chuckle thunders from his chest, seemingly amused by the ease in which she gives into him.  Â
However, thereâs also something gooey, syrupy beginning to whirl in the pit of her tummy. It reminds her of the countless times she was perched on the park swing as a little girl during the balmy summers of her childhood; thinking she could reach the fluffy clouds with the tips of her sneakers if only she could fly a little higher.  Â
âFeels nice to have something in your mouth, doesnât it?â He ogles at her, mesmerized with intrigue twinkling in the Carolina blue that has always made her think of the sky.  Â
She lets out a faint moan when he drags the digit out and then back in, making her gag around it; her hips involuntarily rutting against the growing bulge straining against the zipper of his pants, desperate for some sort of friction if even through the soft material of her sweatpants.  Â
âDidnât give you permission to move, did I?â He feigns confusion with a furrow of his brows that gets her to reluctantly halt her shifting.  Â
âDaddy, need your...â Her words are cushioned against the obstacle heâs planted between her teeth.Â
âCanât really hear you, Kitten,â he mocks before heâs pulling the thumb out of her mouth altogether.  Â
However, the next thing she knows, heâs stuffing in his index and middle finger both at the same time. They reach far deeper; a muffled sound of gagging following his actions as he seems to discover a perverted sense of satisfaction from her struggle. Â
"What did you say?" His lips twist into a cruel smirk when she whimpers pitifully and tries to draw away from him in order to catch her breath but his other hand only grips her jaw tighter, keeping her exactly where he wants as sheâs forced to breathe through her nose.  Â
âI think you can take it for a bit longer, yeah?â His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he simply stares, seemingly absorbed into the obscene scene before him.  Â
And she should feel embarrassed, demeaned even. And she does! However, the humiliation of letting him do whatever he wants as if sheâs nothing but a cheap toy for his entertainment blurs over the lines when her cunt throbs in response to his degrading attention. She flutters uselessly around nothing; powerlessly begging for some sort of alleviation with a whine that merely earns her a tut of his tongue.  Â
Therefore, the only thing she can do is sit there like an obedient animal because heâs already scolded her once. She hasnât turned entirely dumb just yet; knows firsthand how âDaddy doesnât like to repeat himselfâ and that the next time she misbehaves will result in a punishment her poor cunt probably wouldnât be able to handle in this helpless state of hers. Â
âDon't think you could take Daddyâs cock even halfway in this pretty mouth,â he mindlessly croons, thumb smoothing over the skin of her throat as she swallows the spit beginning to dribble down her chin.  Â
The thought manages to pique her curiosity because his cock has been at the forefront of her mind for a couple of weeks now, due to him constantly teasing her with the notion of letting her suck him off properly. He keeps murmuring about training her throat and fucking it raw but never actually doing it; merely allowing for her to drool and mouth over the tip because apparently, she's 'not ready yet'.  Â
Sheâs beginning to turn into something desperate because whenever she tries to take more of him into her mouth, he stops her with a click of his tongue and big hands lifting her head off him. âDonât be greedy now, Kitten,â heâd scold her but she's certain sheâs going to die if she doesnât get to feel his cock nudge at the back of her throat soon.  Â
âRayâŚâ she tries to fruitlessly speak but heâs not exactly making it easy as he keeps stroking against her tongue. However, she doesnât need to say anything. He knows what she wants.Â
âI mean, can barely fit into this tight cunt, donât know why you keep whining about wanting me in this mouth so bad. Donât think youâd even enjoy it that much. Itâs a lot, you know?â Thereâs something almost patronizing in the way heâs speaking to her as if heâs not the one who brought the idea up in the first place. Â
Itâs like heâs trying to talk her out of it yet his fingertips keep prodding past her gag reflex every few minutes, almost as if testing the waters before plunging in and itâs making her head spin.  Â
She whines and tries to defend herself but the digits fussing with the inside of her slobbery mouth donât allow for her to form anything audible as she begins to grow troubled. Â
âWhat was that?â The line of his mouth curls when he pokes deeper once more, causing her to moan with watery eyes pleading him for anything at this point.  Â
âSuch a dirty girl. Bet youâd like choking on my cock, huh?â He grunts and she hums in response; nodding fervently before heâs finally withdrawing his hand and smearing the spit-stained fingers against her pouty lips. Â
Theyâre both panting heavily as he gently swipes at her under-eyes in order to catch the teardrops ready to trickle down before petting at the apples of her cheeks with a tenderness reserved only for her.Â
âShit, always know how to make me feel better, donât ya?â He rumbles fondly against her mouth; following his saccharine words with a messy kiss soon after. Maybe he'll finally allow her to have what she so badly cravesâŚÂ
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JUNO, YOU KNOW! k. nanami
â sum. last thing nanami would expect was to get struck by a âfatalâ love curse during the very end of no nut november. you tease him even more by saying one of you is cuteâŚ.but two though?
wc. 8.1k
warnings. fem! reader, husband! nanami, unprotected, sÄx pollen, mentions of pregnancy, fluffy smut <3, handcuffs, brÄeding, cunnÄŤlingus, him finishing too quick, cowgirl, praise, soft dom! nanami, cÄrvix mentions, size kink, he's soooo whipped n in love w youuu, (bless his dad's genetics), boob obsessed nanami, aftercare, petnames.
an. my entry for @luv-lies's yummy nnn collab! â¤ď¸
november 29th, 2024. 6:09 P.M.
december was right around the corner - but oh, was nanami kento fuckinâ screwed.
ânanamin!â satoruâhis colleague hollered, speedily rushing over to him. theyâd just defeated an unarmed A-cursed spirit unlike any theyâd ever seen before. it was quite strong, but it was nothing the pair couldnât handle. satoru glances down, extending out his hand. nanami grunts, swiping a hand over his sweat-glossed forehead before sighing. heâs a bit roughed up but takes satoruâs cold palm with an irked grumble. âyou alright? that was quite the hard hit.â
â âm fine, gojo,â he grouses, readjusting his glasses. with a swift hand, he fixes his crooked tie. âjust hah- underestimated the opponent. donât fret.â
he wasnât âjust fineâ though. nanami felt his entire body starting to arise with scorching temperature within a matter of seconds. heâs boiling hot- and it felt like his heart was pounding straight out of his chest. perplexed, satoru furrows a snowy brow at his comrade once he notices his awkward body language.
âwhat do you need? tell me- maybe we can-â
nanami was clenching his chest with one hand, panting heavily before letting off a raspy huff.
âi need . . my wife.â
the car ride home was silent.
satoru offered to take him home, wondering just what really happened. nanami was as stubborn as a mule though, so he didnât question it further. heâd rather not get scolded. his head rests against the tented window as he stares outside.
driving through the rutted bumpy roads of tokyo, nanamiâs droopy eyes occasionally drifted away from the bright street lights that merely blinded his naked eye from gazing a bit too long.
as usual, the city was packed, dozens of cars zooming by with the flashy beaming store signs. in the background, some random song was playing. it was popâand of course, satoru was loudly humming along to the catchy poppy melody.
the lyrics were quite . . vulgar though, but nanami still remained quiet, focusing his eyes on the streets.
skrrrrrrrt!
satoruâs breaks eventually come to a stop. it was about maybe a good ten-minute drive and he arrived at you and nanamiâs cozy minka. the light was on so he assumed you were probably still up. placing the rusty shift in the park, the white-haired sorcerer turns to nanami with a cheeky grin.
âtake it easy, alright? âm sure the curse will wear off at some point,â and nanami scoffs once his palm pats his shoulder. reaching for his seatbelt, the blond click it off before unlocking the door. âoh! and tell your wifey i said hi!â
âsure thing, gojo.â nanami stops himself from rolling his eyes, reaching near the backseat to retrieve his dusty suitcase. with a loud vroooom, satoruâs aqua-blue convertible takes off and nanami starts to make his way toward the door.
glancing down, he fishes for his keys in his pocket, grumbling under his breath.
god- he feels so damn hot. even hotter than when the attack occurred..
was this supposed to be normal?
all he knew was that he wanted, no- he needed you.
something in his body . . whatever it was, was direly aching for you.
the entire car ride, nanamiâs mind was entirely flooded with thoughts of you, you, and only you.
whenever he had missions, heâd always think about you, sure. but this time- this time was far, far different.
he felt like he was gonna melt right away if he didnât touch you, if he didnât smell you-
âkenâŚto?â you murmur with a quirked brow, standing behind the tall sliding door. nanami stiffly stood at the doorway, keys still idly in hand with the most dumbfounded look.
oh- he was so kept in his thoughts that he didnât even realize you had already slid the door open.
you looked so pretty though. nanami could feel his face softening once his eyes locked onto you.
it was pretty dark at night but like always, he could make out your gorgeous physique as clear as day. you were actually wearing one of his business shirts with what he hoped were panties underneath once he took a glance between your bare thighs.
his fawn eyes continue to trace down every exposing inch of your skin, and he snaps back into reality once he feels your palm cup his cheek.
âhi, baby. how was the mission?â you hum.
ânot hah- that good,â he pants, and you furrow your brows once he steps inside, sliding the door closed and tossing his suitcase to the floor. it lands with a banging thud, and nanami pulls you into a hug.
a coy smile goes against your lips, wondering why heâs being more clingy than usual, but nanami rests his face right on top of your chest. letting off a smoky sigh, he roughly grumbles, gently rubbing a thumb against your hips. âmmf- i missed you, sweetheart.â
with a soft expression, you comb a few tangled fingers through his blond tresses. âi missed you more.â
âno- i really missed you,â he protests, and you can see a bit of a pout forming against his lips. nanamiâs drowsy eyes trail down at the bit of skin that shows through his shirt. it was a bit loosely oversized, and you smelled just like him. his cologne was good on you. so good.
uh oh- he was starting to feel even more hot.
just resting against your chest had him hearing the repetitively unsteady beats of his heart through each of his sensitive pointed ears. âat the mission today . . i got struck by a curse.â
with a worrying look, your face shifts into a look of concern. âa- are you okay? what happened?â
â âm fine,â he lets out a muffled huff of reassurance. nanami breathes against your skin, sweetly planting kisses against the cotton fabric that shields the entirety of your chest. âi feel really hot though.. everywhere- not just my head,â he speaks once the back of your hand lands on his forehead, checking for a temperature.
indeed, he felt hot.
sepia-colored irises flicker up toward you before he shivers. âwhen you . . touch me, honey- it makes me feel weak. hah- like i feel-â
âaroused?â you finish his sentence, your concerned look slowly disappearing.
oh.
thankfully, it wasnât anything serious . . or was it?
nanami stares at you with a cute head nod being his answer as you press a kiss on his warm forehead. âso was it some type of love curse?â
nanamiâs breath becomes deeper as he takes a minute to formulate words in his overstimulated brain. âm- maybe. all i know is that i just- i want youâŚi need you,â and he sighs deeply, eyes lowering. âyou look beautiful tonight by the way.â
âitâs still november, baby,â you tease, knowing exactly where he was going with his gruff words. nanami had a feral hungry look in his eyes, and it looked like no other expression of his youâve seen before.
he lets off a frustrated groan at your words, remembering the little âchallengeâ you both agreed on once halloween ended.
ah- âno nut novemberâ.
where men have to apparently abstain from masturbation and cummingâaccording to you, specially for the entire month of november.
not that nanami necessarily minded, he had a pretty good tolerance, actually.
but today, of all days?
he felt like he was about to break. being so close to your proximity had nanamiâs head spinning.
his face - itâs overly flushed. a pretty tint of pink starts to slowly paint his face as he pouts at you.
you donât think youâve ever seen your husband like thisâlet alone pout. âwe made a deal, remember?â you continue, caressing a thumb across his cheek. his chin was still resting on your chest and you could see the frown marinating against his features. âdecember first.â
âbut-â he grunts, watching the smug grin spread across your glossed lips. nanami gets sheepish, tilting his head down. âsweetheart- i know that, but youâre beinâ pretty cruel right now, no?â and you glance down, feeling his lips collide against the skin that briefly exposes your tummy. âdo you always wear my work shirts when iâm not home?â
âyeaaah,â you admit, letting off a tiny snicker. nanami feels your shoulders slacken once you release a single breath, and you stare straight into his eyes.
his eyes however, never left yours, not for a millisecond. as the gaze continued, you could see the beads of sweat starting to race down each side of his forehead.
oh-
maybe the curse was serious. getting an idea you decide to amp up your teasing just a bit. âdo you wanna know what i was doing earlier while wearing your dress shirt?â
nanami places chaste kisses between the valley of your breasts. âuh huh. tell me, wifey.â
âi . . mightâve been playinâ with myself,â you sweetly speak, and he could hear the tease lacing underneath your sentence.
the more you spoke about what you were doing, nanami was starting to feel even hotter-
and the pure image of you touching yourself with his button-front shirt on, engulfed in nothing but his musky cologne made him groan. it was clear you werenât wearing panties. he couldnât help but peek, and sure enoughâyou were going commando.
nanami keeps his lovingly longing gaze and slowly, he raises his head from between your chest, raising a brow as if silently saying, âcontinue.â
with a cheeky smile, you wrap your arms around his torso. âi couldnât make myself finish though. my fingers arenât as long as yours. so, i ended up falling asleep and i had a dream. about . . us.â
âi see,â nanami huskily utters, sinking his head into your left shoulder. you just smelled so so sweet â sweeter ever, and you could see nanami trying to restrain himself. clearing his throat, nanami invades an entire side of your neck with wet, loving kisses. âwhat was the dream, princess?â
now it was your turn for your heart to start racing.
it was quick, beating at such high beats per minute. with an impish expression, you cup his chin and make him face you.
tenderly rubbing a thumb over his lips, you finish what your cute, lewd admission. âiâŚuh- dreamt about you retiring as a sorcerer. or you have a safer job that makes you less stressed. we finally . . settled down, and we um . . ended up having kids.â
âkids, huh,â he whispers, dragging a hand through his blond strands. you could feel his feverish heat radiate against your skin and you were surrounded by his balmy warmth.
he wasnât exaggeratingânanami was truly, truly burning up. the buds on his tongue sizzle each time he takes a fateful second to swallow, salivating the more his eyes focus on you. nanami ponders for a moment silently, and before you know it, heâs picking you up.
you let off a cute surprised gasp, hurling your arms around his neck before watching him sigh. âah- donât get shy, my sweet. keep going.â
nanami continues to walk with you in his arms, going up the creaking, wooden stairs and you run a few fingers down your exposed nape.
âwe . . had about maybe two or three. you even started growing facial hair too,â and nanamiâs grip on your hips softens. he raises a blond brow before trodding inside the quiet bedroom. âyouâd make a good dad though, ken,â you purr, running a finger down his amber-dotted tie. âcould you imagine though? one of me is cute, but two though?â
âhoney-â he cuts off, lying you flat back against the mattress.
with a split-second glimpse underneath the oversized formal shirt you woreâindeed, you werenât wearing any panties. he had to check just one more time.
nanami starts to pant heavily, watching as you playfully lift your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. âis that- is that what you want? to settle down?â
âonly if . . you want to.â you murmur in a soft tone, deeply getting lost in his golden-hour gaze.
nanamiâs eyes were bright, shining with nothing but love and adoration for you - always.
if you squinted just enough, you could see his pupils forming into cute-shaped hearts.
grabbing his hand, you place it on your tummy, sliding it underneath the buttoned shirt.
âi want⌠you,â he huffs, his voice turning from tender to raspy within seconds. nanami leans in and presses his lips against yours. his dimples happily curve forward once you immediately return the gesture, cupping his face with both hands.
right away, nanami moans against your lips as his hot tongue blissfully shoves itself inside your mouth. minty peppermint â itâs exactly what he tasted like, and his cool breath running against your tongue only made him taste sweeter.
nanami couldnât help but roll his hips against you with his sweaty forehead softly pressed on top of yours.
each popping smack of hungry lips got louder, and he heard the faint clanks of his belt shuffling. you slid a hand down, reaching for the middle part of his pants. youâve shared many kisses with nanami, but this one seemed different..
a current of chills ran down your spine as he deepened the passionate kiss as the callused tips of nanamiâs fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
speaking of his shirt thoughâhe just couldnât get over how much his shirt was just prettily glued against your skin.
âgod- this monthâs been torture, sweetheart,â heâd breathe between nearly suffocating kisses.
nanamiâs lungs were full, and heâd sometimes even forget to breathe. such full lungs of his were heaving in and out continuously, desperate for any sort of puffs.
they had to find air, they just had to..
but nanami didnât care about breathing, not when he had his lips ardently locked against yours.
âcouldnât- stop- thinkinâ- âbout- you-â he grunted in a hoarse tone, sweetly sucking against your lolled tongue. its mushy warmth invites him to continue, and you briefly open your lashes to stare straight into a very needy nanamiâs eyes. âhah- you were all i thought about at work today.â
âmhm, breathe, kento,â you whisper, feeling your lips swell the minute he pulls away.
a web of gluey saliva leaves from both sets of puffed lips and he breathes like you said. with a looooong inhale, nanami then exhales before grunting. you simper, tugging on the hem of his beige boxers. âmaybe i can . . help with that curse?â
and you did.
in more ways than one, really.
to be brief, nanami kento was a feral man-
he felt himself turning into a brand new man the second his tongue graciously rolls itself flat against the flatness of your pretty twitching clit.
a sharp gasp winds straight out of your lungs as youâre sat with your legs obtusely spread to a wide degree.
with your hands burying themselves underneath your plushy tits as he devoured youâyou couldnât help but toy with yourself for a bit. moaning, a thumb trails its way down against one of your puckered nipples that poke through the fleecy blue dress shirt.
âk- kentooo.â youâd hum out a whimper, a hand finding its way near the top of his head.
heâs slow⌠badly wanting to savor your sweet taste on his tongue while eating you out like the starved, starved man that he was.
wisping a bundle of fingers through his blond locks, you continue to cup one of your tits with one hand. long, thirsty sluuuurps exited from nanamiâs lips as you watched his head frantically shake from side to side.
your tummy was already seizing, and the heel of your ankle started to guide its way down his back. wet, sloshing noises ricocheted against nanamiâs lips as his eyes periodically averted back towards you.
heâs giving you the âi wanna marry you againâ stare, no doubt. even with his mouth stuffed, nanami kentoâs never felt more in loveâ
maybe this love curse . . pollen, whatever it was was a secret blessing in disguise.
the panicky, racing beats of nanamiâs heart never slowed, and a hand of his then grips your thigh. tenderly, you feel the tip of his tongue dipping its way in ân out â wetly lathering his pink twitching muscle with your sweet slickness.
your eyes remain on him the entire time, getting forevermore lost in his crave-like gaze. âshh- talk later, princess. promise.â he whispers against your cunt, delving his tongue in swerving, wide circles.
those wide circles eventually curve their way into hearts, though. a whine sobs its way from the back of your throat as the grip on his hair tightens.
you felt the scaly, hot of his tongue create the perfect heart . . even spelling out the simple eight letters of âi love you.â
your legs couldnât hold still, they just couldnât- and you could feel the skittish smile forming against his lips, tickling against your pussy.
you were drooling from your entrance, right from the puffy slavering slit down. youâre flooded, soddened with such amounts of dewy dewdrops that form into strings, and in a way though, it was pretty.
nanami was just struck in awe at how much you were just profusely leaking. like the gentleman nanami was though, he lapped it right up. his rose-swollen lips cupped everywhere, smothering the crevices of your sheeny thighs with his many, many kisses.
âr- riiiight there, âken,â youâd mewl out a desperate plea, slowly dragging his head against your cunt. itâs moving around in a hypnotizing circle, but if it was anything that was leaving you in a mere trance of a state, it was his tongue.
nanami explores through every puffy wet corner, sloppily slotting his tongue in between your pudgy folds. he grunts against your throbbing heat, feeling the weight of his impatient boner prodding beneath his cotton-made boxers. âmngh- gonna cum. âm gonna cum, kento.â
âdo it for me,â he soundlessly says, vertically smearing a fat thumb down your slimy pussy.
your entrance was soaked-
tearing away with drooling droplets of slick. every time. he was so enticed that he had to take a minute to just stare at your cuntâadmiring how wet his pretty, perfect girl was - just for him.
nanami was entranced once he moved his face closer. the tip of his button nose then literally starts to drag itself down your sobbing slit and he moans, taking in your natural scent. âhah- câmon, sweetheart. give it tâ me,â and he brings his ring finger right up against your core.
itâs a lanky finger that starts to bedaub against your cunt, feeling you writhe at the sensitive contact.
you whine, feeling his ring finger rub its way against your heat before poking your tongue against your cheek to silence yourself.
as you watch, his digit gets covered with your mess almost immediately, and you shudder at the cold band of his ring toying with your salivating folds. âpretty please-â and oh- heâs begging.
a blond brow of nanamiâs quivers as his lips attach back to your cunt. sticky, glistening strings of arousal rills straight down his forward-pointed chin as he continues to rub the back of his wedding ring against your pulsating clit.
itâs icy cold.. you felt him keep up the pace as the material of the band smears itself around in circles before feeling a coil in your tummy tightening.
the pressure makes you see stars for a hot secondâand youâre met with a bundle of nerves trying to introduce itself to the lower depths of your stomach. â âm cumming!â youâd blurt in a staggering wail.
the crashing wave of endorphins made you exhale a cute sigh as your legs started to get more and more numb.
you felt like you were floating on every single cloud, including cloud nine - especially cloud nine.
nanamiâs tongue still slid its way in between the slot your sappy folds, feeling the cute twitches of your throbbing clit against his bumpy tastebuds as you start to spasm. âfuh- fuck! âken âm sensitive, baby.â and your words turn into a mere hush once your body started to limp its way onto the sheets.
your thighs locked around his neck, and you still had his hair in a firm grasp, digging your fingers deep into his roots and scalp.
with widened doe-eyes, you glance back down toward your husband whoâs merrily licking you clean without a single care in the world.
if the beats of your heart was a car, youâd be speeding.
itâs beating so fast out of your chest that you can barely keep up. your legs felt like mush as your neck finally gave up, collapsing back against your pillow.
âmmh- shouldâve just stayed . . hah- stayed home today,â he grumbles, giving every glossed part of your exposed cunt individual kisses. nanami starts at your pretty clitoral hood, sprightly nibbling at the tender fold of skin. you whine, yanking his head forward before nanami pats your pussy. âcouldâve been playinâ with her a- all day.â
âyouâre here now.â you speak out of breath, pulling his head back up. once you do so, nanami looks at you with the most pussy drunk expression.
his lips were all plump and red, lashes merely sticking together, and glossed sleek streams of slick racing down his chin. nanami leans into your touch, sitting up before leaning in to kiss you.
again- his tongue sloppily carved a wet trail through your mouth, and you moan once you feel the tint of his boner press up against your bare cunt.
heâs so hard, you wondered if it was painful. you swallowed each grunt of his in your mouth, feeling his body hungrily rock against yours.
a few ash tresses stick against his forehead as his lips violently crash onto yoursâcreating an impactful collision.
as dancing tongues swiftly twisted and spiraled around each other in sync, you hear a bit of shuffling again.
nanami's reaching into his boxers, grunting against your lips once he feels the anchoring weight of his heavy cock lie flat against his palm. âm- mhm, sweetheart.â he throatily groans, feeling your hand slip inside of his boxers too.
you feel a lightning-shaped vein shoot down his skin and he grunts. nanami was as sensitive as ever, and with your hands softly tracing circles over his bulky triceps, he knew he was in trouble.
deep, deep trouble..
âitâs okay, âken,â you whisper, letting off a sharp inhale once his fiery hot tip smears its way on your cunt.
itâs almost flat out rude at firstâwith the way it smacks against your folds, creating a wet splash that lands right on his bulbous crown.
from the stout tip thatâs round at all thick corners, nanamiâs leaking.
milky, pearls of whiteness dribble from the fleshy sides of his fat cock and he grunts once he feels your shaky legs caging him in again.
god- you looked so pretty like this..
just laid back, wearing nothing but his business shirt. all the buttons were unbuttoned so nowâit was just you, breasts cutely sprung out and all.
gently grabbing his face once more, you mumble against his flushed temple. âinside, itâs okay. go inside,â and your sweet words were like a chant.
heâs slow-
carefully aligning his maroon tip between your syrupy slit, feeling it clumsily slip out every few thrusts.
you even reached between your legs with a single hand, spreading your pussy open right before his eyes. âdonât be⌠shy, she doesnât bite, kento.â
âhhh.. woman- youâre gonna be the death of me,â nanami gulps, openly staring at the slippery heat stick between your legs.
he didnât know which action had him feeling hotter. your filthy words, you, or the way you spread yourself open for him with just two, cute fingers.
two twinned digits pried your lower lips apart, and he grunts once the swollen head of his cock snugly pops its way past your gummy barrier.
âhngh,â nanami sucks his teeth, pressing his forehead against yours. his palm rests on your tummy before he gives you a tender glance. âis this . . alright?â
chewing on your lip, you moan out a, ây- yeah.â before touching the back of his hand.
nanamiâs face softens before he eases himself further inside, squeezing past that cute ring of your entrance thatâs just always oh-so tight!
nanami was as round as a teddy bear. a few years into your loving marriage you noticed how he started growing a soft bear-type body, especially with the winter rolling around.
not that you minded, he was the perfect subject for cuddling. in this case, though, he was perfect for gradually placing his weight on youâto which you always ended up loved.
with his dress shirt all wrinkled and unkempt thanks to you, nanami sheathed his face inside of your neck. âg- goddd, âs like when iâm inside i feel even hotter.â
the love curse ran through all nanamiâs veins, including invading near his bloodstream and every jabbing axon that continued to pulse through his achingly, hot skin.
eventually through . . after a very long three minutes, his gravelly pants started to turn more and more raspy.
browned eyes of nanamiâs turn tender at your gaze once you grab both sides of his face, rubbing circles around his hollow cheeks with the soft tips of your thumbs. âdonât hide, look at me.â
âheh- yes maâam.â he gruffly whispers, tilting his cheek, leaning into your touch.
nanami was on top of you, glued to you entirely as if both bodies were made of pasty adhesive. with your ankle running down his back, it took everything within him to not moan.
every part â every single part of his body felt insanely sensitive to your touch.
nanami would occasionally bite his lip, finding his eyes rolling upward or even letting off a âphewwwâ just from being a few inches inside of your intoxicating cunt.
as his cockâs driving its way inside at a slow pace, you watch nanamiâs blond brows twist into a furrowing curve.
heâs sucking in every breath that tries to escape from him, groaning at each inch that sloppily disappears between your puffed folds. without even taking a glanceânanami could feel how wet you were, and not only were you preparing to milk him dry, but you were also drowning every girthy inch of his cock with all slick amounts of your pretty mess.
he didnât have to look down because he could just feel â feel your compellingly, vulgar squelches, feel each slosh that sobs between your cunt folds, feel each pulsating throb that would convulse against your clit.
youâre just so damn pretty though..
staring back at him as heâs trying to make his way inside, nanami ends up getting lost in your gummy orifice thatâs desperately clinging onto him as if its life depended on it. itâs almost cute..
âf- fuuck.â youâd whine, tugging at his ruffed-up cerulean collar. peering your eyes a bit, you see a bit of faded lipstick marks that were from you earlier this morning.
you smile to yourself, knowing nanami would always proudly show off those marks to any woman who dared look in his direction.
within a few inches deep, nanamiâs creating an unforgettable gap that stretches your cunt fully open. he keeps his hooded eyes on you, pressing a few encouraging pecks near your plump, kiss-bitten lips.
heâs never felt so hot..
nanami snaps his hips into you once- just once, and he lets off the prettiest moan.
it sounds more like a whineâit pitches a bit higher than usual and he falls face flat into your chest.
you get sheepish, wrapping your arms around him before feeling him grunting between your breasts. âhoney, i think i just . . came.â
âoh,â you breathe, and sure enough, you felt a lukewarm batch of cum starting to pool its way inside of you. your legs remained snaked around his waist and you could feel nanamiâs ashamed pout stretch against your chest. you pat his head, leaning in to kiss his forehead. âitâs . . okay, âken.â and heâs kissing all between the slope that runs down your soft titsâhis comfort place.
you hum, lifting his head and watching him grumpily pout with loose blond strands running down his eyes. âi can always take the lead if youâre too sensitive.â
âplease..â
⥠⥠âĄ
nanami looks up at you with a timid expression, his hands restrained at each side of the bed. gulping deeply, he watches as your slick-glossed cunt just barely floats over his creamy white tip. from the coral-colored sides, itâs a blushing pinkâŚitching for you to be inside again.
just a single inch or the mere feeling of you swiping your entrance back ân forth against the peeling hood of cock makes him groan. âhandcuffs, honey? this is quiteâŚeh- kinky, no?â nanami raises an ash brow with a weary smile, soft, dusky eyes never leaving yours.
in factâeach time you run your hands down the open slit of his shirt that exposes his blond growing chest hair, he shudders.
just a few fingertips of yours alluringly ghosting down his skin was enough to make him melt. through semi-blurred peripherals, he spots a bright color that sticks against his wrists. âtheyâre . . pink,â he chuckles, âand fuzzy.â
âit came in the mail yesterday,â you coo at his observation, inching your face closer and starting to kiss down his neck. nanami inhales before sighing in rapture, positioning his head to the side so you could have a better angle and itâs unintentionally sexy. âitâs not too tightâŚis it?â
âitâs fine,â nanami shakes his head, preparing to take another deep breath once the opening of your pussy starts to sloppily split its way ajar.
youâre sinking on his shaft and he lets out a husky grumbleâbulky muscles flexing through his biceps as his arms stretched across both sides of the leather headboard. âmmgh- atta girl. like that- like . . that.â and his voice seductively lowers an octave at every inch.
it was almost hypnotic at how much you were soaking him. truly, you were already soaked but now that your cunt was accepting his vast tip that was descending its way further inside of you, nanami wasnât sure how much longer heâd last.
profusely, your pretty pussy was drowning him. nanamiâs muscles continued to bulge through his shirt as he slouched back against the mattress, watching your hips starting to moderately pick up.
âs- sooo big.â you moan, the stretch wholly expanding through your walls. sometimesâyou donât think youâd ever get used to nanamiâs size, let alone his thick, parting stretch.
clicking his tongue, nanami takes every second he can just to stare and openly admire your body.
effortless, you were just effortless with every moment you did.
every twirl, every toss and dip of your hips had him hungry for only more â more of you.
as your pace maintained its rocky rhythm, his eyes found themselves trailing further down, pausing between the crack of your pried-open legs.
seconds pass and theyâre now leisurely making their way up your chest, pausing right between your plush rounded mounds.
you still had his business shirts as you rode him, and your tits freely sprung as your hips started to grind quicker. as your hips pathetically stuttered, so did the wooden legs of the bed. âhng- puttinâ me in handcuffs just so i canât touch my hah- pretty wife, hm?â
nanami tries to joke, but you could already see him breaking a sweat once his cock explores deeper inside of your cunt â zigzagging a bumpy pattern all through your inside.
itâs making sure every part of you from the inside memorizes his hits, sloppy thrusts and all, and fuck- were you about to collapse right then and there.
the sides of nanamiâs forehead were already heavily covered in perspiring sweat. with lush tears dribbling down every crevice and corner, nanami starts to huff.
âbut baby, you always touch me,â you lively tease, tossing both arms over his tense, pent-up shoulders.
the bed lowly creaks every second, constantly dipping from all the constant movements and pounds that jolt against the rickety aged boxspring.
its constant croaky groans sounded almost painfulâand the quicker your hips swerved around and bounced, the louder it cried in the background from both jerking bodies.
nanami pouts, shaking his head and you make him nod by cupping his chin. âyeah, you do.â you then surprise a part of his neck with wet, balmy kisses.
nanami gruffly grunts, desperately wishing his hands were roaming down every part of your body. tending to every part, allowing his fingers to explore every part.
heâd caress circles around your assâguiding his callused, rough fingers up up up before they eventually reach near your waistline.
with a clingy grip, heâd start to rock your hips faster into him, making sure he pumps all nth inches deep inside until youâre babbling out incoherent cacophonies of his name and how youâre just so full..
but you noticedânanamiâs eyes were only focused on only one thing. your soft, perked breasts that bounced at the exact second your body did.
at each powerful hop and slam of your hips, they playfully jiggled, flopping against your chest. they were nearly smushed right in his face, and oh- he could feel his mouth shamefully watering at just imagining them being in his mouth.
âcloser, sweetheart,â he grunts, tilting his head down since he couldnât exactly use his hands.
you were riding him at such godly speed, swerving your hips at such frantic intervals while wetly clamping down on his cock.
nanami always filled you to the brim with all of him, poking right through your slickly dripping orifices with every bouncy thrust.
once more, it makes his head spin, but all heâs focused on is your chest that was staring straight back at him. âf- fuuuck, âm still h.. hot. i think- i think suckinâ on them will help me cool off, sweetheart.â
saucily cooing, you lick a stripe down his neck as your hips accelerated. as you continued to speak, your voice started to get a bit bumpy from the unsteady movement of your jouncing ass.
âoh- is that what you wanted all this time, âken? to suck on these?â and he watches as you lean back, cupping your tits with the smuggest smile plastered on your lips.
your hands sneak down between your unbuttoned shirt before you silently mewl, giving them a nice good squeeze. âimagine jusâ how plumper theyâd be after i have your baby, kento.â
âh.. honey- youâre lucky âm handcuffed.â bronze eyes trace down your skin, stopping at your perked nipples.
they were oh-so-perfect.. and as youâre straddled over his lap, nanami couldnât help but let his mind wander just a bit. he couldnât help but allow his mind to wander near the very lewd lobe of his brain.
the mental image of you baring his child . .
his wife, you.
nanami grunts at the thought, wordlessly gasping in multiple honed breaths at the fierce clashes of sharp skin.
your hips were disgustingly brutal, and with the way your thighs clung onto him, you were nearly akin to a magnet â forevermore sticking against nanami, never wanting to let go.
âcâmooon,â the blond playfully whines in a gruff voice, his cock stiffening inside of you. âdonât hah- make me beg, sweet girl.â
âyou make me beg,â you chaff, slowing your hips down just a bit. nanami grunts at your catty truth, feeling the weight of you gradually hover before you roughly buck right into him.
using all of your core, his leaking tip smears its way against your clit in an almost pretty heart shape and you stutter out a moan.
your syllables of each broken moan were a bit choppy as you were shooting blanks, arching your back against him. even as youâre still riding him, putting all pounds of movement from your body into your sprawled knees, you kept touching yourself.
seeing you guide your hands all over your body in such a sensual way, made nanami kiss his teeth.
in envy though - those shouldâve been his hands..
âallll. the. time.â you finish your sentence in a spirited whisper, whispering against the twitching left side of his ear.
each thrust becomes increasingly sloppy with your grip getting more slick ân wet â glossed which such sticky amounts of your tangled juices.
each squashing slop! that squelches from between the arc your legs get louder, causing your thighs to nearly clamp together from the tender stimulation.
cupping your tits again, you bring them up to nanamiâs face. âgo âhead.â
âwoman.. youâre evil,â nanami muffles, getting a face full of your breasts. you hold onto them tight, watching as nanami brings his face closer until heâs shoved right between them. a sweet crooning groan slithers from his lips as his tongue fervently curls its way down toward your nipple.
sloppily, you feel him casually swirling greedy circles around your pulsating gland before switching to the other one.
nanamiâs lashes close as youâre still rocking your hips forward, nearly riding him into utter ân erotic oblivion..
at this pointâyou thought the bed was about to break, devastatingly snapping into two due to how good you were putting your hips to use.
âmmpf- so pretty. all mine, m- mine,â he rasps between wet slurps, his wrists still trapped in pretty pink handcuffs. the woolly fur tickles against his skin as his tongue continues to rove shapes around your nipples. âneed to get these girls plump⌠quickly.â
your tits remained grasped in your hands as youâre moaning from nanamiâs tongue, and you now start to rut into him at a much more hurried pace.
nanami hungrily drives his cock all through your core, creating a near race-track path that smothers invisible kisses all against your g-spot.
every inch, heâs fat- and his even lengthier girth nearly makes your brain short-circuit for a minute. every wild jam of your hips feels like its last, and nanamiâs already drooling.
treacly, sweet saliva pours from the corners of his lips as heâs sucking on each of your tits, muffled gargled moans and whines vibrating against your tepid flesh..
your body had adapted to a more steady rhythm, but you could feel his dick eagerly twitch inside of you every few rushed seconds.
a bit of drool ends up running down his mouth, landing on his polka-dotted tie, creating a gray dampening spot. itâs cute, and you rub a thumb over his thin lips, watching his tawny, soft eyes flutter back open.
itâs the look of love- and nanami could feel himself heating up more once your gaze meets his again.
for a moment, he had completely forgotten about the dumb curse because he was too busy lost in your gaze.
but his temperature started to increase. you let off a bundle of whiny mewls once you feel him nip the top row of his teeth against your nipple.
âs- so cute,â he purrs lowly, feeling your knobbly thighs get closer and closer to giving out. just a few more thrusts and youâd probably be done for.
âmmp-â he pops out your left nipple with his swollen wet lips, glancing at you. nanami looked like heâd just run a marathon with blond strands glossing strips across his forehead. grunting, he starts to pant like a greyhound, sliding a tongue over his lips. âyouâre close, honey?â
âm- mhm!â youâd reply, your voice turning raw at each straining moan that leaves from your poor chords.
his cock was massaging everywhere, it didnât miss a single spot. itâs tip was widely turgid, angrily crimson-red, and leaking from all veiny sides while narrowly delving into you raw.
nanamiâs kneading through your guts, tending to each gummy part of your entrance to make you whimper out his name. from every deep, vigorous pump that profoundly batters inside of your pussy, your eyes cross.
youâre dumbfoundedâdumb in general too from the way he facilely located every sensitive spot with just the stubby tip of his shaft.
including your pretty cervix - nanami made sure his cock smacked its way there a few times.
the deep pressure pounding inside of you, greeting every single spot inside of your pussy never failed to make your knees quickly buckle.
âf- fuck, fuck there âken, theretherethereee,â you start to babble, the bumps of his tip making your jaw goofily hang. â âm cum- âm gonna cummm.â
âhaah- together, sweetheart. can you . . finish with me?â nanami murmurs in a throaty voice, kissing your neck.
he tried to lift his head but got slightly pulled back from the fuzzy handcuffs.
heâs molding your insides fully with his cock, squinting a bit at the crescent-shaped moon that hides behind the violent bed curtain.
that view was nice but the view currently in front of him, riding him.. âcuringâ him from whatever curse this was was far a better sight.
you.
with a whine preparing to squeal from your throat, you give him a nod.
nanami tilts his head, tsking impishly with his smacking lips despite how he was just as sensitive as you. âah- you know how i feel about head nods, princess. i wanna hear those pretty words.â
ây.. yes ken, âkentoooo,â you moan, gasping once you feel two things at once. your stomach tightly seizing and your sloppy cunt restricting around his meaty, stocky length.
itâs so good, soso good that you softly bite into nanamiâs shoulder. he hums, groaning right with you before you continue. â âm cummin. âm fuckinâ cumming, kento.â
âi know.. i know, câmere, girl,â he whispers, his face softening once your eyes immediately lock with him. âmy sweet⌠girl.â his pitch lowers, and you decrease the distance between the two of you.
once again, your lips meet nanamiâs but this time, itâs far more aggressive and less passionate.
itâs only one word and itâs â sloppy.
your bodyâs weakly rolling against him, losing its rhythm as the two of you end up finishing together, competing with each otherâs inevitable high.
it all felt like a slow ⌠rush.
as you were both drinking each otherâs never-ending moans and grunts, the puddled, gooey mess began.
at the same time though, your legs ended up finally collapsing as your swollen, plump lips attacked against his - harshly.
nanamiâs lips were almost competing with yours, mashing against your lips with the occasional rows teeth of teeth clash clash clashing away.
itâs loud, sloppy, messy..
the peppermint taste that still lingers in his mouth travels against your buds and you moan. nanami groans, spraying a geyser of bittersweet strips of hot cum inside of you as both tongues continue to explore each otherâs mouths.
itâs a straight shotâit travels deep, introducing your womb with a fresh amount of cum as you end up letting go at the same time.
both sets of hearts fluttered as you pressed against his chest, racing frantic beats per minute as you melted the dozenth kiss he presented to your lips.
itâs hot- nanamiâs rawly plunging into you as you whine against his lips, barely feeling your hips rutting into him anymore.
youâre just straddling him now â yet heâs still plugging you full with such massive inches of cock, with the addition of his creamy, gloopy seed that drizzles a sloppy white ring around his base.
your fingers wisp down his undercut, as he continues to quietly ravage your walls. it was a slick, slimy knot that buries itself deep inside of your pussy.
youâre moaning, slowly breaking away from his mouth that had strings of saliva clinging near the bottom of his glossed lip. panting heavily, you crane your head, taking a quick peek down at your ass.
itâs a mess, and as his carmine-colored tip slips out of you, it lightly smacks against his tummy.
ribbons of cum paint near the very undersides of your thighs, pouring out between your syrupy slit in such a slow yet filthy manner. time nearly stood still, and nanami went silent, staring at the gooey wads ân wads buttery cum that oozes out of your pretty, fluttering cunt.
âare you okay?â nanami sighs, feeling you reach for the handcuff key that rests near the rosy nightstand. you remove them, and he twirls his wrists in a circle before looking at you with kind eyes.
â âm okay.â you reassure him, cupping his face and kissing the right side of his cheek.
nanamiâs exhaustedâespecially after how good you just rode him.
your dripping cunt hovers against his happy trail and sheeny clenched abs as he lazily lies back, finally grabbing your hips. âgood . . good,â and with a huff, he sheepishly smiles. âi guess i . . hah- failed no nut november, huh.â
âeh- thereâs always next year,â you bring a chaste, sweet kiss to his quivering, pouty lips.
⥠⥠âĄ
surrounded by nothing but bodies of water featuring sods of glittery clear bubbles, you now found yourself lying against nanamiâs broad chest. burly, swole arms envelope around your body as the two of you were in the ivory, spacious bathtub. as the water ran against your skin, soothing your aching musclesâyou let off a sigh once he finished washing you off.
âi think it wore off,â his warm voice tickles against your skin. nanami kisses down your nape, reaching near the side of the tub where a bowl of fresh muscat grapes lies. tearing a few off the vine, he brings them toward your lips. âthe curse . . pollen, whatever it was.â
âmmpf- did it?â you eat from his hand, feeling his wet palm softly rub against your chin. the smell of rich jasmine hits your nostrils as you let off a satisfied hum at the sugary sweet flavor. nanamiâs body held you close, feeling your damp body lightly plop against his chest. you feel a bit of his chest hair land against your skin before you swallow. âdo you still feel hot?â
nanami pops another grape into your mouth, then into his. âno, sweetheart. iâm fine now, thanks to you,â and you feel his left arm hook around your waist. the blond reclines back against the tubâs icy marble-made wall before sighing. âhow do you feel, though? any cramps or body aches i should be aware of?â
with a content suspire drifting away from your parted lips, you move a bit in the calm, lukewarm water â closer toward the back of his chest.
âiâm okay, kento. althooough,â and you give him a playful nudge. âmy legs still feel sore.â
âforgive me, honey,â nanami rests his chin against your shoulder. there was a bit of jest in his tone, and you could hear him trying not to snicker.
again, always the gentleman though.
âiâll give you a massage once we get out of the tub, my treat.â and you let off a sigh, feeling him creep a few fingers up your thigh.
âhmm, okay,â you comply with a sight sigh, sneaking a kiss near the edge of his lips. nanami blinks thrice, his face flushing a bit before you cup his face with wet hands.
âi was serious you know. about . . what i said earlier. us settling down andâ,â and nanami deeply stares into your eyes as you speak.
you rub a wet thumb against his sharp cheekbone before continuing, abruptly cutting your cute rambling short, ending with a sincere, âi love you, kento.â
tilting his head against your palm, leaning into your embrace, nanami brings you toward him before kissing the crown of your head. âand i love you more,â and as you felt butterflies party in the lower pits of your stomach, nanami brings your hand up to his lips.
gently, he aligns his mouth perfectly near your fourth digit before giving you another kiss, this timeâon your ring finger. âmrs. nanami.â
but oh- he wasnât done..
as youâre feeling a wave of tenderness overwhelm your heart, nanami leans a bit down before kissing the center part of your tummy that drips with teary droplets.
his wetly compressed lips give it a quick peck and âmwahâ before keeping his head lowered. âi love her too.â you raise a brow, glancing as nanamiâs chin hovers over the bubbles of water.
âher?â you lift a brow as he whispers multiple âi love youâsâ against your stomach as if he was already talking to something â or someone..
âyes, her,â nanami repeats, giving your tummy one more kiss before sitting back up, rubbing his palm over the center of your belly.
looking up at you, he notices your confused expression and smiles to himself. âoh, just a little hunch,â and you gasp once nanami picks you up softy, carrying you out the wet tub, the both of you soaking wet.
ânow, how about that massage? iâm quite good with my hands, especially when it comes to my woman.â
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Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> Rogue has a date, and you and Logan decide to follow. You're just making sure she's safe. But sometimes it's in moments like that, that you find out your 'husband' is the love of your life.
Disclaimer: Mostly chaos, fluffiness, fake dating, mentions of being a soldier, the claws come out briefly, a nosy book club and its members. Some swearing, steam and a little angst. I wrote this over two days so apologies if it becomes spotty. This is a long one. Not Proof Read.
Rogue had a date.Â
Both yourself, Logan andâŚpractically most of the teachers in the school knew about Rogue having a date.Â
Yet, despite knowing all of this. And somewhat knowing the guyâs intentionsâŚLogan had decided to follow them.Â
And you had found yourself tagging along.Â
âAnd what did you think you were gonna do when they figured out you were following them?â You asked him. âAt least this way it just looks like we decided to pick up dinner in town.â
âAt the same restaurant?â
âYou ask that as if this wasnât your idea.â
âOh please,â Logan practically rolled his eyes at you. âI saw what you were actually looking at early. You were caseing the place.â
âI was looking at their opening times.â You countered, if a little harshly.Â
âYou were casing the joint and you know it. If I wasnât coming down here, you would have already come.â
You gave a short, heavy sigh. âFine. I wanted to make sure this wasnât some kind of set up. I just want her to be safe and have fun.â
âAnd I want to make sure the guy isnât a creep.â Logan finalised before opening up the door for you allowing you to step inside.Â
âHello, madam! Ah, good sir! Table for two?â The waiter looked at his list.Â
Logan looked and felt a little out of place. He was hoping you could both enter quietly, not have an announcement made to the entire restaurant.Â
âUh, yea. Yes, please.â
The waiter smiled, picking up two menus. âPlease, this way.â
âLogan.â
Logan followed your line of sight to see where Rogue and her date were sitting, smiling and laughing with one another as they looked over the menus.Â
âUh, actually, bub?â
The waiter turned around. âYes, sir?â
âIf you donât mind weâd like to sitâŚâ Logan looked around and found an empty table. âThere.â
You saw where he pointed and realised why. Too far back into the restaurant, youâd pass right by the happy couple.Â
Sitting where Logan was currently looking, gave you direct sight of the happy couple and with a chance, more coverage from the rest of the guests.Â
âThere?â The waiter asked, a little offended. âOh, no, Sir. Please. We have a lovely booth for a couple such as yourself back here. Romantic candle light, a lot more privacy, no?â
You felt yourself blush at what the waiter was trying to subtly say.Â
And it seemed that Logan caught on, too. And looked at you, unsure of what to do.Â
You gave a small laugh and moved closer to Logan, âIâm sure, but you see, the thing is, myâŚâ
You hesitated a little on your next words. âHusband.â
Christ, you felt that lie weigh on your chest.Â
âHe was in the army. Not a big fan of not being able to see the door. Just a habit, I suppose.â
The waiter gave a softer smile. âAh, no worries.âÂ
Swiftly, he began leading you both towards the table Logan had pointed out. âMy sister is serving overseas right now. We are all very proud. Thank you for your service, Sir.â
Logan gave an awkward smile and thanked the waiter before you both sat down with your menus.Â
âI thought we were busted then,â Logan shifted in his seat.Â
âSo did I,â you replied. âSo long as they donât draw any-â
âSo, what will it be?âÂ
Both yourself and Logan jumped at the waiter's sudden reappearance. However, he didnât seem to notice as he began rattling off the specials. And then the wines. And then came the crash.Â
Everyoneâs heads turned inside the restaurant.Â
Including Rogueâs.Â
Quickly, you scooted your chair around so the waiter blocked you from view. By the time he turned back around, muttering about incompetencies about the newer staff members, he excused himself and headed in the direction of the crash.Â
You saw Rogue settle her back to talking with her date and you breathed again, pulling your chair back to its original position.Â
The waiter returned.Â
âSo, what will you be having?â
This time he blocked your view from Rogueâs table, giving Logan a clearer view of her date. You could see something flare up in Logan.Â
âUh, weâre gonna need another minute.â You said hurriedly, willing the waiter to walk away.Â
And he did.Â
For a moment.Â
âLogan.â
He turned back to you. âWhat?â
âHave you decided yet?â The waiter was back.Â
Logan took your menu from you and placed it with his before handing it over to the waiter, who seemed shocked for a moment since it took him just as long to realise what Logan was doing.Â
âTwo cheeseburgers, a side of fries and two sodas. Please.â
The waiter seemed to force his smile a little. âOf course, sir. Anything else?â
âNo, thank you.â You replied and the waiter bowed his head before walking away.
For a split second as you looked at Logan, you felt a comfort in your gut. And apparently the look was still clear on your face when he looked back at you.Â
âWhat?â
You shook your head, snapping yourself out of it. âNothing, justâŚwell, the last time a guy ordered my food for me he ordered me a salad, with a side of vinegar and sparkling water.â
Logan raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. âIs that what you wanted?â
âFuck no.â You answered honestly. You didnât want it then, and you sure as hell didnât want it now.Â
Especially the sparkling water.Â
Logan looked at you for a moment in a silence you hadnât known from him before. Then he turned back to watch Rogueâs date.Â
And there was that look again.Â
âLogan. You canât kill him from here.â
âDoesnât mean I donât want to.â
You nodded. âI know that. And so does everyone else in this restaurant. At least now I know why Scott doesnât send you undercover.â
Logan turned back to you.Â
âYou might be the âmysterious, silentâ type but if someone took one look at your face, theyâd find their answers.â
âAre you saying Iâm easy to read?â
Someone came and placed your drinks down on the table. You shrugged.Â
âTo the people who know you, yes.â
âOkay, then. Fine.â Logan turned his full attention onto you. âWhat am I thinking?â
âThat Iâm wrong. And that you wished you had the powers of invisibility so you could be closer to the table without being seen and mess with her date whilst he canât see you.â
Logan remained still for a second before shifting in his seat. âOkay, fine. Maybe I am easy to read.â
You smiled and took a sip of your soda. âSee.â
For the next twenty five minutes, things ran smoother than expected. You both enjoyed your meals, yourself and Logan talked a little however spent most of your time watching Rogue and her date enjoy their time.Â
âWhat would you do?âÂ
Logan hummed a questioned response.Â
âIf you took someone out on a date? What would you do?â
Logan scrunched up his paper napkin and placed it beside his plate. âWhy do you want to know?â
You shrugged, looking away from Rogueâs date. âCuriosity? Iâve had that many crappy dates in my time, maybe you can rescue my last sliver of hope.â
Logan felt a smile on his face for a moment, hearing your plea for hope.Â
âOh, come on. Theyâre talking. If we look at them any longer they might sense someone staring.â
Logan sighed. âFine.â
âSo, what would you do?â
Logan shrugged. âI donât know. Go for a drink, maybe some food. Honestly, itâs been a while since Iâve dated.â
âSeriously?â
Logan nodded. âSeriously. What about you?â
You thought about it for a moment. âWell, the last date I went on the guy ordered my food for me.â
âSparkling water guy?â Logan asked.Â
You nodded. âOne in the same. He spent two hours talking about his businesses, and didn't notice I hadnât touched my food. Or my drink, for that matter. Then at the end, said that if we ever got married, I wouldnât have to worry about anything other than what I was going to make him for his dinner each night.â
âFucking asshole. Why did you stay?â
You decided to answer honestly. âDidnât have anything else to do. And my friends had been on my case about my dating life. They were all either married or getting married or starting a family, and when they said they knew this âreally great guy, youâll just adore himâ I decided to give it a shot.â
âWhat did they do when they found out he was an asshole?â
âCouple apologised, others asked me to give him a second chance. They havenât tried setting me up with anyone since.â
Logan watched you for a moment as you pulled your soda to your lips. He wanted to punch the Sparkling Water Guy. He didnât realise how lucky he was to be on a date with someone like you. And, in all honesty, he wasnât too happy with your friends either.Â
âYou deserve better.â
Your eyes widened and for a moment Logan thought he had fucked up, saying that to you out loud.Â
âLogan. Logan, quick. Shit.â
Then he noticed where you were looking. Rogue was standing up, as was her date.Â
âShit.â
You looked around you, trying to find the best place to hide yourself. Only Logan found a solution.Â
From under the table, he grabbed the bottom of your chair and pulled you closer towards him.Â
âJust keep looking at me, hopefully weâll just blur in with the rest of the crowd.â
And you did. You kept your eyes on Logan.Â
In his peripheral vision, he saw Rogue slipping her coat on with her dateâs help, who just so happened to rake his eyes up and down her body from the back whilst she wasnât looking.Â
Then he felt your hand on his.Â
âLogan,â you whispered to him, getting his attention.Â
With your hand on his, you were covering the tips of his claws that started peeking out from between his knuckles.Â
âHeâs just helping her put her coat on.â
Logan felt the tips of his claws retract, however three small holes were left in the cloth on the table beside his plate.Â
âSorry.â
You just smiled. âItâs okay.â
Then the waiter came back. âAh, so lovely to see a couple so in love.â
You felt your cheeks go red and hid your face against Loganâs shoulder as he curled his arm around your back and smiled at the waiter. âCan we have the check?â
The waiter nodded. âOf course, just one moment.â
Within seconds, the waiter was back just as Rogue and her date walked out of the door.Â
âHave a lovely evening!â The waiter called out to both of you as Logan took your hand and headed for the door.Â
Rogue and her date were already half way down the street.Â
âWhere are they going?â
âMaybe heâs walking her to the cab station?â You offered.Â
Logan, with his eyes still fixed on the dates, nodded his head in the opposite direction. âTaxisâ that way.â
Looking back at you, you both made a simultaneous decision and were back to following them.Â
âWhere the hell could they be going?â
âMaybe theyâre just going for a walk. It is still early and they looked like they were having fun. Some couples like to take a walk together after a date.â
âTheyâre not a couple yet. And this is their first date.âÂ
You caught up beside Logan and pulled him to a slower pace so neither of you looked like frantic maniacs going down Main Street.Â
âIf we get any closer, theyâre gonna see us.â
âYouâre right.â
Yourself and Logan tailed them down the street and around the park before deciding to head back home. âIf theyâre coming round on the top of the street, theyâre gonna see your car.â
Logan looked around him before taking hold of your hand and nearly pulling your arm out of its socket. âThis way.â
âLogan, slow down.â You told him. âWe arenât all ten feet tall.â
Thankfully, he did slow down, however didnât let go of your hand.Â
âDo you think we did the right thing? Following them?â
You nodded. âI was questioning it at first butâŚat least this way we know the guy actually meant what he said when he asked her out. Oh, shit
âWhat?â
You just managed to push Logan into the doorway of a closed bookstore, pushing his back against the glass.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âUhhh,â you panicked. âNothing. Just aâŚpuddle. Big puddle.â
âIt hasnât rained in three days. What are you-â
Logan stopped when he saw what you had seen. Rogueâs date was about to lean in to kiss her.Â
You pushed him back, trying your best to keep him pinned to the wall. âOkay, I get we tailed them most of the night but we have to give them some privacy.â
âDid he even ask?â
âI donât know, but just keep your voice down. The car is three spaces away. Hopefully theyâll be distracted long enough to-â
You peered back round the corner. âOh, thank god.â
âWhat? Whatâs going on? Has hell opened up and sucked him in?â
You looked back at Logan, a little less than amused. âTheyâre going into the ice cream shop. Come on, before they see us.â
However, just as you both stepped out of the doorway, you found your path blocked by an elderly woman and her dog.Â
She chuckled to herself. âDonât mind me kids, just taking Frankie on a walk. And donât worry, honey. I remember when I first met my Harry. We couldnât keep our hands off each other.â
You let out a nervous laugh as Logan looked like he was about to burst from embarrassment as he ran a hand through his hair, his shirt coming untucked and showing off a small hint of his torso.Â
Mrs Keller watched where your eyes landed and gave you a knowing albeit loving smirk as she watched you move closer to Logan, tugging his shirt down a little and pressing close into his side.Â
âWe should get going. It was nice seeing you Mrs Keller.â
Mrs Keller waved you both off towards Loganâs car. âIâll see you for next week's book club?â
You nodded. âIâll be there.â
âFeel free to bring your husband along,â she called back. âItâll drive Little Miss Prissy up the wall that youâve been keeping that Handsome Fella a secret.â
You laughed nervously once again, as Logan gave you a slight smirk despite his initial embarrassment at what the old lady thought you were both doing. Â
âGood night, Mrs Keller.â You called out before Logan repeated it.Â
She waved you both goodbye before continuing down the street with Frankie walking by her side.Â
Closing the passenger door, you covered your face with your hands already feeling Loganâs eyes and teasing smile on you.Â
âShe was nice.â
âShut up and drive.â
Logan chuckled, placing his key into the ignition and pulling out of his spot, his hand behind your headrest as he did so when looking over his shoulder.Â
Barely five minutes into the drive, Logan started asking you questions.Â
âYouâre a part of a book club?â
âWe all meet every fortnight and talk about books.â
âAnd Mrs KellerâŚ?â
You sighed.Â
âIs one of the founding members. I met her at the library one day when taking some books back. She was at the desk asking if they had the newest Danielle Steel. They didnât, but I had seen it in the shop window in a bookstore on the other side of town. We walked together and she invited me to join.â
âHow was the book?â Logan asked.Â
âI cried.â You answered honestly. âFirst book I actually cried at.â
Logan let out a small laugh and you hit his arm whilst trying to hold in one of your own. âDonât laugh.â
âI-Iâm not laughing. Okay, maybe I am. I mean, it is funny. Is this where youâve been disappearing every other Saturday?â
You nodded. âPretty much. Theyâre a fun group. Well, most of them are.â
âLet me guess?â Logan asked. âLittle Miss Prissy?â
You groaned. âShe lives two doors down from Eva. Eva can be nice, but Prissy? God, sheâs a nightmare. Every time itâs her turn to talk, she somehow manages to turn it back to her and her âever doting husbandâ and their âprecious baby niece and nephewâ and âoh, look at how cute he is with them.â You know, we read American Psycho once. She still managed to turn it back to her husband.â
âI wouldnât mind,â you continued. âIf she wanted to know about anyone elseâs love life. LikeâŚâ you sighed, thinking of an example. âMrs Keller? Her and Harry have been together since they were seventeen. They met when they were twelve, lived across the street from each other their entire lives. Mrs Keller had been stood up for one of the local dances by Harryâs friend. So, the minute he found out, he ran over to her house, still covered in motor oil and asked her to the dance. Mrs Keller deserves to write her own romance book for everything that her and Harry have done together. But can she get a word in edgewise? Nope.â
âSounds like a love for the ages.â Logan said with a soft smile on his lips, looking at you before turning his gaze back to the road in front of him. âAnd by the sounds of it, Mrs Keller is going to give her something else to talk about.â
You covered your face again. âOh, god.â
âHey, come on, it canât be that bad.â
âHow do I tell Mrs Keller Iâm not married? Sheâs gonna think that Iâm-â
âWhat if you didnât?âÂ
You turned and looked at Logan. âWhat?â
âWhat if you didnât? Tell them youâre not married? I mean, itâs not like theyâre gonna meet me.â Logan explained. âJustâŚkeep up with the lie.â
âAnd what do I do when they ask me questions?â
Logan shrugged. âJustâŚbend the truth.â
âOkay,â you sat up in your seat, deciding to test him. âHow did we meet?â
âAt work. Weâre both teachers.â
âWhen was our first date?â
Logan thought about it. âSix months after we met. We decided to stay up late and ate leftover Chinese food.â
You furrowed your brows. How the hell did he manage to answer these so quickly? Sure, most of it was true. You were both teachers, and the first night you spent alone in the same room together was eating the leftovers in the fridge. Of course, what wasnât being said was that you both actually met when Logan nearly bulldozed you when he ran into the Professorâs office just after heâd woken up in Jeanâs lab. Or how neither of you had properly spoken to one another until that night six months later.Â
Or how afterwards, it took a long time for you to make a genuine friendship with him that wasnât just talking about the team or what the students had to learn in that semester.Â
âAnd then what?â You asked him. âWe kissed and lived happily ever after?â
Logan shrugged. âSure, why not?â
You groaned again. âI hate lying to Mrs Keller.â
âYou just lied to her like ten minutes ago. We both did.â
Eventually, Logan pulled up outside of the school and left the car back where he had found it.Â
âLike we never left.â
You smiled. âCome on, before she gets back and figures out what weâve been doing.â
Walking through the school ground and up the front steps, both you and Logan chatted away, laughing a little here and there about anecdotes you were telling him.Â
Then you were alone in the middle of the empty hallway, cast in darkness and hints of moonlight.Â
âWe should get to bed before they get back.â
âI think I might stay up and wait for her to get back. Make sure he didnât do anything he shouldnât have done.â
You stepped a little closer to him. âBe nice, Logan.â
âIâm always nice.â
You just raised an eyebrow at him.Â
âOkay, fine.â Logan sighed a laugh. âIâll be nice.â
âThank you. Tell me how it goes?â
Logan nodded. âCourse.â
However, as you both stood together in the hallway, soaking in the vision of the other, you both heard footsteps.Â
âShit.â
Logan looked around. âHere.â
Taking your hand, Logan pulled you into the small space besides the bookshelf and the window.Â
Being pressed between the wall and him, you felt his scent and body heat swirl around you and mix with your own. Your own heartbeat was drumming so loud in your eardrums you could hardly hear what Rogue was saying when she was talking to her date.Â
From above you, Logan leaned down, his eyes roaming across your face, whilst you found your own gaze doing the same.Â
Your heartbeat seemed to drum harder and faster against your chest, your lungs trying to find an even pace to breathe at.Â
But you werenât the only one struggling with that.Â
Because Loganâs breathing had become laboured as he looked at you, wanting the space between you both to be further so he could think clearer and not do something you both could regret, but at the same time, for you to be closer to him so he could cross that line.Â
You swallowed thickly, trying your best to keep your gaze from his lips.Â
You were failing.Â
âLoganâŚâ
âY/nâŚâ
The hand you had pressed against his chest slid up his chest before you took a wad of the loose fabric by his collar in your hands, holding him closer, begging for that line to be crossed. Just as you did so, his own hand pushed the hair from beside your face, his hand gripping onto the space between your neck and your shoulder. Maybe if he forced himself, he wouldnât move his hand and he wouldnât cross that line.Â
âAlright, where are you two?â
You and Logan stilled. âMaybe if weâre quietâŚâ
Rogue started walking around. âYou wouldnât have gone to bed yet. Where are you? Oh, come on. I saw you both in the restaurant.â
You and Logan sighed and he closed his eyes, leaning a little further into you. You didnât want him to leave.Â
âBusted.â
Slowly, you and Logan came out from your hiding spot and Rogue spun around her heels. âThere you both are.â
âLook, before you yell, you need to know something.â
Rogue crossed her arms, waiting.Â
âIt was Y/nâs idea.â
âLogan.â
But rather than yell, Rogue laughed a little. âWhy does something tell me thatâs a lie?â
Logan shrugged. âIt might be part of a lie.â
You gave a sigh. He was hopeless.Â
âWe just wanted to make sure you were safe. And, if you want to know, weâve already learnt our lesson.â
âReally?â
Logan nodded in agreement with you. âJust take our word for it.â
âSo, how did your date go?â
Rogue smiled. âIf you must know, weâre going out again next Saturday. Heâs going to take me to the movies and then weâre gonna go bowling.â
âThat sounds like fun.â
âIt will be,â Rogue said. âSo long as you two promise to not follow us this time?â
You crossed a sign over your heart. âI swear.â
Rogue waited for Logan to do the same, and only when you nudged him did he do so. âBut Iâm dropping you off.â
âJust agree,â you told Rogue. âItâll be easier on all of us.â
Rogue agreed. âFine. You can drop me off.â
Not long after that, both yourself and Logan went to bed whilst Rogue walked towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before doing the same.Â
âAre we being overprotective?â
âSheâs just a kid, Y/n. Weâre allowed to be.â
Logan walked you to your door, both of you calling goodnight to each other. However, you didnât fall asleep.Â
At least for the first couple of hours.Â
Mrs Keller thought you were married.Â
Married to the same man you were friends with.
The same friend you had almost kissed.Â
The same friend who had almost kissed you.Â
By the time you woke up the next morning, you seemed to be the only one awake. It was no surprise though, considering you were still three hours off the clock having a one at the beginning of it.Â
âMorning.â
You jumped a little when you heard a voice before you opened your eyes to confirm it was Rogueâs voice who had spoken to you.Â
âWhat are you doing up? Itâs 7 am. And a Sunday.â
Rogue gave a smile. âCould ask you the same thing.â Rogue told you. âFigured youâd be wrapped in Loganâs arms right now.â
Your back was to her as you opened up one of the doors to the fridge, however became completely still and forgot why youâd opened the damn thing in the first place.Â
âWhat?â
Turning around, you saw Rogue and her smirk, sip at her coffee.Â
âI saw you and Logan last night.â
Beside the bookcase?Â
âAt the restaurant?â Rogue was confused by the more than panicked look on your face. She had said she saw you both, when she got home last night, didnât she. âYou and Logan were sat at the table by the window?â
âOhâŚâ You felt your heart leave the vice youâd just locked it in. âOh, yeah.â
Rogue smiled again. âLooked pretty cosy if you ask me.â
âGood job no oneâs asking you.â
Milk. Thatâs why you opened the fridge.Â
Taking the carton out, you closed it behind you and reached for a bowl and some cereal.Â
âAll snuggled up together, his arm around you. I was pretty sure he would have kissed you if the waiter didnât interrupt. Though, if he didnât, maybe you would have done more than kiss at that table.â
âRogue!â
She laughed. âWhat? Oh, come on. Iâve seen the way you look at each other. Seen the way he looks at you.â
She mumbled that last sentence into her coffee cup leaving you questioned just exactly what she meant by it.Â
âItâs too early in the morning for this,â you grumbled to yourself, replacing the cereal box in the cabinet.Â
âYou could always go back to bed.â Rogue offered. âOr go and see if Logan wants some company.â
You turned around a slightly shocked, slightly disgusted look on your face. âOh my god.â
âIâm kidding.â Rogue laughed out. âKinda.â
âWhen did you grow up?â You asked out loud, coming to the daily realisation that Rogue wasnât the little kid you had first met when she arrived at the school but was, in fact, very quickly on her way to becoming a full grown woman. After all, she had started taking on a small time tutoring job and she was still a couple months away from graduation.Â
The rest of the day went smoothly. WellâŚas smooth as it could go when you were having a constant internal flashback to the night before. Mrs Keller and what she thought you and Logan were doing, it almost happening beside the bookcase, and then you walked in on him in his bathroom.Â
He had said it was safe for you to come inside, and you had happened to see him shirtless a couple of times. Though never in sync with a time when at least two people on the planet thought you were married, another one was trying to convince you she saw, at the very least, something similar to what the others had and the two minutes spent beside the bookcase which you had thought about over and over.Â
âHank is asking if you want corn or peas.â You told Logan as you walked inside, trying your best not to yell or scream out loud and retreat away.Â
âEither is fine. You okay?â
You snapped your eyes back to Loganâs face. âHm? Oh, yeah. Fine. Have you talked to Rogue?â
âNot today,â he replied. âWhy? Should I have done?â
You couldnât help but shudder. âNo. That kid is scary.â
You heard Logan laugh as you closed the door a little as you headed back out.Â
âHey, wait.â
You opened the door again, holding onto the frame for dear life. âYeah?â
âAbout last nightâŚâ
âWhat about last night?â You tried your best to remain as casual as possible, though it didnât help when you remembered Logan was practically a walking lie detector.Â
He could hear your heartbeat.Â
And it was only getting faster.Â
You told yourself to calm down.Â
It was only a question.Â
A big question.Â
That he hadnât finished.Â
Was he going to tell you to forget about it? Was he going to pretend it didnât happen? Did it happen? Had you made the entire thing up? Was the line that you thought had blurred for a second been completely in bold this entire time and hadnât shifted?
âThanksâŚfor coming with meâŚI know you would have gone anyway. But, Iâm glad you didnât try to stop me.â
You smirked a little. âLogan, youâre made of metal. The only practical way I could have is if I owned an industrial magnet.â
Logan chuckled a little. âStill. Iâm glad you came. Itâs nice to know the kidâs not alone, you know?â
You nodded. âI know. Anyway, I should probablyâŚâ
âYeah, yeah. I, uh, Iâll meet you down there.â
You nodded, letting your eyes take a mental picture of Logan before you shut the door again and headed downstairs and back into the kitchen.Â
âHe said either.â
Hank nodded and turned back to the stove.Â
âYou were up there for a while,â Rogue appeared by your side. âAnd you look a little flushed.â
You turned your head to look at her and glared. âI do not.â
âYou do look a little red in the cheeks, Y/n.â Hank added from where he was standing, busying himself by the stove.Â
âMaybe Iâm coming down with something.â You pressed your hands to your cheeks to hide them.Â
Rogue stood in front of you and pressed the back of her hand to your head. âYou donât feel hot, maybe- Oh, hey Logan!â
Rogue broke out into a wide grin.
Logan was a little shocked by Rogueâs enthusiasm. âHey, kid.â
âCome here, does Y/n feel hot to you? Sheâs looking a little flushed.â
âRogue.â You warned under your breath. But she just smiled and pulled Logan over where her hand was replaced by Loganâs.Â
And there it was again.Â
That sameâŚdifference.Â
Just like when you stood in front of him when you both got back, before you hid beside the bookcase.Â
âN-no. She feelsâŚshe feels okay.â
Rogue looked back at Hank who was trying his best to hide his smile. âWhy, Logan, youâre looking a little flushed yourself.â
Logan quickly stepped back, as did you. Only, you fell into the counter and gripped onto it for dear life.Â
You looked down at the floor.Â
âMaybe youâre coming down with something, too. I hope itâs not catching.â
Logan shook his head. âI canât get sick.â
Hank hummed. âMust be something else then.â
âMust be.â Loganâs voice was quiet as he looked at you and found you looking back.Â
Though you couldnât look for too long, feeling your cheeks heat up again.Â
âI better-â
âYeah, Iâm gonna-â
Both yourself and Logan headed in opposite directions. Yourself out of the kitchen the way you came in, and Logan out through the back door and into the gardens.Â
Eventually, you made it to your room and locked your door before moving over to the mirror. You did look flushed. Even more so when your brain projected the feeling of Loganâs hands on you from the night before, as well as the look on his face from thirty seconds ago.Â
By the time dinner rolled around, yourself and Logan tried to keep your distance until you both suddenly found yourself seated beside each other, taking one look at each other and then taking a large gulp of your drink.Â
Your main suspect for the forced seating arrangement was Rogue. She had been the one to lay out the cards. Three days previous, you were sure you had been sat beside her and Storm.Â
And when you looked over to her and found her smiling in your direction, you had your confirmed culprit.Â
For most of the night, you were kept distracted by the stories being told by everyone as you all caught up with one another from the past couple of months or so.Â
It was a few days until things felt normal between you and Logan. At least to the extent where you didnât feel yourself visibly flush at the sight of him.Â
And everything seemed normal.Â
Until Saturday.Â
You had already left - Logan being the only one to know where you actually were heading off to.Â
âOkay, but Logan, youâre not allowed to get out of the car.â Rogue told him. âYouâre just dropping me off. And youâre not allowed to come into the movie theatre, either.â
âWhat if I want to see a movie?â
âNot tonight, youâre not.â Rogue told him. âI like this guy, okay. And I think having The Wolverine sat behind us both isnât going to make things easier.â
Logan sighed. âOkay, fine. I wonât come into the movie theatre.â
âPromise?âÂ
Logan nodded, and crossed his heart. âPromise.â
âAnd you canât send Y/n in, either.â
âEven if I wanted to, I couldnât. Sheâs busy.â
âLet me guess, on a date at the movie theatre?â
Logan held back his smirk. âNo, smartass. Sheâs at a book club. But you canât tell the others. She doesnât want them to know.â
âY/nâs part of a book club?â
Logan nodded and stifled a laugh as he flicked on his indicator and turned down a side street. âYeah, it shocked me too.â
âYou wouldnât happen to be the mysterious husband theyâre all talking about?â
As a red light came on, Logan slammed on his breaks a little too hard. âWhat? How would you know about-â
âY/n took me to the library. There were a load of women looking at her. She was outside but when I asked her about it she said it was nothing. But I definitely heard them talking about her being married.â
Logan looked back to the road.Â
âLogan?â
âYeah.â
âIt's green.â
A car behind him honked and Logan quickly got moving, all the while feeling Rogueâs eyes on him.Â
âOh, my god.â Rogue smiled and turned back to the road in disbelief.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Logan was beginning to feel a little panicked. Though he didnât quite know why.Â
âYou are him.â Rogue stated. âOh, my god. Is this what you meant by âlearning your lessonâ? Did something finally happen?â
Logan was confused. âFinally? What do you mean finally?â
âI mean finally.â Rogue repeated. âJesus, Logan. Have you not seen the way you look at her? How she looks at you?â
âHow she looks at me?â Logan questioned.Â
Since when did driving Rogue to her second date become a time for confessions?
âHank was right, you both really are as bad as each other.â
Logan had to shake his head. âWait, Hank? Beast Hank?â
Rogue could help but laugh.Â
For months Rogue had watched Logan and yourself get close to each other. She had to watch as the looks Logan gave you went from untrusted, to familiar, to friendly toâŚeverything after the fact of trust. Not only could you see it in his eyes that he trusted you, but you could also see what he was too scared to admit to himself.Â
He was in love with you.Â
And had been for quite some time.Â
Of course, Rogue had only noticed this in the last couple of months.Â
Except, when talking with Hank as he cooked and she mostly watched and snacked on the parts he wasnât using for the main meals, she realised it had been going on for years.Â
How you had looked at Logan. Intrigue, civil, uncharted, familiar, friendly, safe and,,,love.Â
And apparently Hank hadnât been the only one in agony watching both of you. According to him, so were the rest of the team.Â
They were all just surprised nothing had actually happened yet.Â
âW-why are you laughing?â Loganâs gaze kept flicking from the passenger seat beside him to the road ahead until he finally pulled up outside the movie theatre.Â
âBecause youâre both idiots.â
Logan didnât look entirely amused. âThanks, kid.â
âLook, I could tell you butâŚyou need to work this one out for yourself. Thanks for dropping me off.â
As Rogue stepped out of the car, she closed the door and walked away. However, a few paces from the car she stopped and turned back around.Â
âFuck it, Iâm just gonna tell you.âÂ
Leaning back inside the car, Logan looked back at her.Â
âYou love her. And she loves you.â Rogue told him. âYouâve both loved each other for a long time and itâs about time you both do something about it before time passes and youâre both too chicken shit to do something about it. There is a reason everyone already thinks you're a couple, and thatâs because when neither of you are thinking, you both act like it anyway. You should really see the way you look at each other, Lo. I hope I can find that some day, too. Itâs rare. Donât let it slip past you. Either of you.â
Rogue watched as Logan soaked in all of her words and then settled back behind the steering wheel.Â
Reaching into her bag, Rogue pulled out a book. âThis was on the counter when I came downstairs.â
Logan took it from her. It was a new book. The new book you would be discussing about. Tonight.Â
âFigured she might need that. Maybe you can drop it off with her?â
Logan looked at Rogue and gave a smile. âThanks, kid.â
Rogue shrugged. âJust mention me during your wedding speech.â
Shutting the car door, Rogue watched as Logan pulled out of his parking spot and drove down the street, turning the corner to head towards the address you had given him earlier that week.Â
âJust in case you or Rogue needs me.â You had told him.Â
Pulling up outside the house, KELLER written on the mailbox, Logan turned off the engine, took the book from the passenger seat and headed up the porch steps and knocked on the screen door.Â
From inside he heard laughing before a familiar face opened up the door.Â
âOh, my. Logan, isnât it?â
Logan nodded, trying his best to hide the flush on his cheeks. âMrs Keller. Iâm hoping Y/n is here. She left her book and I thought-â
Mrs Keller gave a wide smile and pushed open the screen door for him to come in. âOf course. The more the merrier. Your wife will be happy to see you, Iâm sure. Follow me.â
As he did so, Logan soon found himself entering a second living room where around a dozen people were sitting in somewhat of a circle, either on the sofas or on the floor.Â
âLook whoâs come for a surprise visit!â Mrs Keller announced.Â
Everyone turned with welcoming smiles and slightly shocked expressions.Â
âLogan.â You werenât expecting to see him.Â
âHey,â Logan breathed with a smile at seeing you. âRogue. She picked up your book and I thought you might need it.â
You stood and took it from him softly. âThanks.â
âWell, honey? Arenât you going to give him a proper hello?â
Suddenly you and Logan felt a dozen pairs of eyes on you both and with a slight awkwardness, you leant up and kissed his cheek.Â
âOh, come on. Girls, I tell you. Last week they were like two teenagers.â
You felt your cheeks go bright red and you hid your face with the cover of your book. The only comfort was Loganâs hand that hadnât left your hip since you stepped into him to kiss his cheek.Â
âOh, Logan, please. Will you stay?â
Logan looked around the room. It was the first time he understood the expression âFeeling like you were going to be eaten alive.â
âNo, no. This isâŚyour thing. I donât want to intrude-â
âNonsense! Besides, weâve been dying to know more about our little mystery.â Mrs Keller said with nothing but affection.Â
âWho knew mystery could have so much romance?âÂ
Logan turned to where the voice came from and by your reaction, he gauged the voice belonged to Prissy. Whoâs name he would soon learn was Pricilla.Â
âIâd love to.â Logan replied, looking back to Mrs Keller.Â
âWonderful!â She clapped her hands together and got comfortable in her chair. âOh, Darwin, honey, come and sit by me so the lovebirds can sit together.â
The sofa in which Darwin had been sitting was as big as a seat and a half. So, when Logan did finally sit down, you were practically sitting on his lap, the only comfortable position you could find yourself in was tucked in by his side, your legs over his whilst his hand held your knees on his thighs.Â
Thankfully, your back was supported by the arm of the chair, but either way you felt yourself melt into Loganâs side, his body heat warming you. The fire Mrs Keller had on in the hearth was enough to heat the room but there was just something about Loganâs warmth that made itâŚdifferent.Â
âOh, you two just make the most adorable couple.â Mrs Keller smiled, watching the pair of you, noticing the smiles you gave each other as you both finally got comfortable in being so close to one another. âLike no one else is in the room.âÂ
Logan heard Rogueâs words echo inside of his head.Â
She was right.Â
âOh, you have to tell us how you met? Please.â Daisy asked from the floor beside the coffee table.Â
Prissy coughed. âArenât we more interested in discussing this weekâs book?â
A chorus of âNoâ sounded out.Â
With a shlump, Prissy sat back with a noise stuck at the back of her throat.Â
âOh, tell us how you met!â Darwin called out. âStart at the very beginning.â
âYou know itâs gonna be a good story when they look at each other like that.â Daisy added on.Â
Prissy leaned forward. âYou know, if you want a good love story, I can always tell you about how me and my darling husband met.â
Dawin groaned. Loudly. âWe already know your story, Pricilla.â
âGod knows weâve heard it enough,â Mrs Keller mumbled.Â
âWe want a new story and we want to hear about Y/n and Logan.â
You looked at Logan and Logan looked back. Something seemed different about him. It was almost like something was gleaming inside of him. You just couldnât figure out what. Or why.Â
But you loved seeing a new side of him.Â
There was just something that made your stomach flip and your heart grow when Logan showed you another side of him. A side he didnât let people see that often. Sometimes a side he wouldnât let himself see.Â
âWe met at work.â Logan told them.Â
âYeah, he nearly bulldozed me in the Professorâs office.â
âI did not.â
âYou did.â You countered. âI almost got a concussion from how hard you opened up that door.â
âYou werenât even near the door.â
âNo, because I jumped out of the way when you did.â
Mrs Keller smiled. âLet me guess, you didnât get off on the right foot?â
You shrugged. âNot particularly.â
âIt took timeâŚabout six months before we had a real conversation. And even then it took time.â
Mrs Keller smiled with a knowing look. âThe best ones always do.â
Over the next two hours, you and Logan were asked question after question. Most of them scolding you for not mentioning or bringing Logan to the book meetings sooner so they could all meet him.Â
Eventually, you did get onto the book you had all read. Prissy spent most of the time talking about the book and Logan got to witness first how she took the descriptions of a bird and placed the conversation back on her husband and what they had done during the week.Â
The first time, Logan could see it almost as sweet. After that it just got tedious.Â
But he couldnât care. Not when he felt you fall into his side, allowing for his arm to come around your back, his hand fanned out across the exposed skin from your hip where your t-shirt had come untucked from your jeans.Â
As the fire in the hearth settled into a constant warmth, people started to get more relaxed and cosier, pulling up blankets, putting on Mrs Kellerâs complimentary cosy socks.Â
Apparently she had a pair for everyone.Â
âLet me go and get some more snacks and then we can talk about chapter fifteen.â Mrs Keller gave a small gasp. âI didnât see it coming.â
But you shot to your feet. âNo, you sit down. Let me.â
âOh, thank you, dear.â
Sitting back down, Logan stood with you and walked into the kitchen with you.Â
For a moment, you both talked about the book club and everything that had just happened before a comfortable lul came and you both realised you had to talk about the elephant in the room.Â
âWe need to talk.â Logan told you.Â
âDo we?â
âRogue told me something and itâs been on my mind ever since. And I canât stop thinking how much she might be right.â
You poured some pretzels from the jar into a section of the dish. âReally? It must be bad if youâre agreeing with her.â
âCan you justâŚlook at me for a second?â
You stopped pouring the snacks and looked at Logan, only for him to grab your hands and hold them in his. Running his thumbs over your knuckles, you forced yourself out of your thoughts and back to focusing on the real Logan in front of you.Â
âI think Iâve known it for a while, I just donât think Iâve been able to let myself know it because, if I doâŚlook, Iâve lost a lot of people.â
He was scaring you now.Â
âLogan, whatâs going on?â
âIâve lost a lot of people,â he finally looked you in the eye. âBut Iâve come to realise you are not someone I can lose, Y/n. I donât want to lose you. But if I donât tell you something now, there might be a day when I could still lose you anyway.â
âLogan, youâre scaring me. Has something happened? What did Rogue say to you? I told you not to talk to her. That kid can be scary.â
Logan chuckled at that. It was true. Especially more recently. Very recently, in fact.Â
âIâm in love with you, Y/n.â
You felt yourself falter and stiffen at his words.Â
âYou are the person I trust the most in this world, and I donât say that lightly. I trust you and I love you. But I canât lose you. SoâŚâ Logan took a breath. âPlease tell me if Iâm going to lose you because of this, because I donât want to. I donât want to ever lose you. Especially over something that Iâve done.â
âYouâŚyou love me?â You questioned. âLoganâŚhowâŚwhenâŚLogan, you canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâŚyou just canât.âÂ
You were in shock and disbelief. âIâm not someone you fall in love with.â
âLittle late for that.â
âIâm being serious.â Pulling your hands from his, you walked away for a second. You needed space. You needed to breathe. You neededâŚyou neededâŚ
âSo am I.â
You couldnât help but scoff. âLoganâŚIâŚyouâŚweâŚwe donâtâŚâ
âWe donâtâŚwhat?â Logan asked you.Â
âWe donât fit, Logan. WeâŚwe spent years buildingâŚus. Donât you think that couples tend to know- if not instantly, a little sooner than us?â
âY/n. I love you.â
âNo, you donât.â
âI love you.â
Logan started walking closer to you, repeating his words with every step.Â
âLogan, you donât.â
Taking you by the shoulders, he looked you in the eyes. âYes, I do. AndâŚIâd wager to say you feel the same, too.â
âLoganâŚâ
âJust listen to me.â Logan begged. âPlease.â
And so you did.Â
âComing in here to tell you this? I didnât expect you to tell me the same. I still donât. I get youâre scared. Hell, Iâm terrified. But the only thing that is keeping me from running out of that door is you. I know you, Y/n. And you know me, so when I stand here telling you that I love you, you know Iâm not lying. You know that you are the only person I cannot lie to. I respect you too much to do that.âÂ
Logan continued.Â
âBut just nowâŚyou said âusâ. And after what almost happened the other night and what happened in the kitchen with HankâŚhell, even back there with the Town Gossip BoardâŚâ
Logan studied your face for a moment. You were fighting back tears, white knuckling the countertop beside you both.
âI canât lose you, Y/n. So, please, tell me now. Just answer me this and if you want me to walk away I will. Do you love me?â
âLoganâŚâ
Loganâs grip on you tightened for a moment as he bit his lip saying your name. He was desperate for an answer, wishing for you to say yes. For you to tell him not to walk away.Â
He couldnât lose youâŚbut maybe he already had.Â
âPleaseâŚâ His voice broke. âPlease.â
And then you broke.Â
âOf course I love you.â
Pulling him in by his collar, you held your other hand against his face before kissing him. It wasnât soft or gentle. It was full of desperate and an outburst of emotion that you couldnât put into words. You could only hope he knew what you meant by your kiss.Â
Almost instantly you felt his hands come to your waist before he pushed against you, kissing you back, allowing his arms to snake up and around your back, holding you flush against his chest. All the while, his lips caught yours once more after half a breath.Â
Your tears dried up and your hand fell to Loganâs side as he turned you, your ass bumping against the lower counter in the kitchen. A low groan came from the back of Loganâs throat as your hand dipped under his t-shirt and your fingers raked across his skin and up the side of his torso.Â
However, just as Logan was about to lift you onto the counter, you both heard a voice call out from the living room.Â
âDid you manage to find the pretzels? Theyâre in the cabinet above the stove!â
You and Logan pulled away, breathless. With his hands tangled in your hair and your forehead pressed against his, Logan forced a swallow, his cheeks heating as he smiled, still feeling your hand on his skin.Â
âYeah, weâve got emâ!â Logan called out. âWeâll be there in a second.â
You let out a small laugh, as did Logan.Â
âHow long have you got left here?â
You turned your head to look at the rustic clock above the kitchen dresser. âAbout an hour.â
âMake it 45?â
â50.â You gave it as an offer. âI still want to find out what they thought about Chapter twenty two.â
Almost out of arm's reach, Logan pulled you back. âHey.â
âWhat?â You asked, allowing yourself to fall back into him.Â
Looking at you, Logan smiled before brushing the hair from your face and leaving you with a kiss that left you a little stunned and dizzy in the best way imaginable.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â
âWait.â Logan said once more, before pulling you back. You laughed a little.Â
âIf we spend any more time in here, Mrs Keller is going to think weâre about to defile her kitchen.â
âWe almost did,â Logan smirked watching your face heat before he started fixing your hair and your top.Â
And you did the same with him.Â
Finally walking back into the living room with the snacks, you and Logan sat back down together, your legs draped over his lap all the while your fingers subtly played with the ends of his hair, allowing your nails to run up and down the back of his neck every once in a while that had him shifting in his seat.Â
You were out of there within forty minutes.Â
But not before Mrs Keller gave Logan his own pair of cosy socks.Â
âYellow and blue,â she told him. âFor some reason, they speak to me. Theyâre yours. Youâre an honorary member. Feel free to drop in any session. Weâd love to hear more about you two.â
Both yourself and Logan smiled before walking back to the car where he opened up the door for you before walking around and getting into the driver's seat.Â
It took all of a month before everyone found out you and Logan had finally come together. Rogue and Hank seemed the most relieved that something had finally snapped between you two.
You both spent most mornings and nights tangled in each otherâs arms, finally free to admit the truth to each other.Â
You had loved Logan for a long time. And he had loved you just as long.Â
Neither of you planned on stopping that any time soon.Â
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