#me being tickled to fucking tears .and then they keep going till i piss myself 🤪🤪🙈🙈

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three stars ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

::In very convincing Matthew McConaughey Texan:: Alright alright alright, 3 stars, 3 fics to disclose little nuggets of info on...

1.  From Fixer Upper, Chapter 4 - Jon and Dany’s text exhange:

She was laughing even as she sent the text, knowing how touchy he was about this topic. Honestly, it was the whole reason she sent it.

Dany: I can’t believe we’ve been fake dating this long and you haven’t sent me a single dick pic 😖

The text bubble appeared for so long she was a little worried, but then his novel-length answer appeared. She was two lines in before she was laughing so hard she was crying and her vision blurred beyond her ability to continue reading at all.

Jon: How ABSOLUTELY DARE YOU?! Apparently I need to explain this AGAIN? If the Westerosi Security Agency is going to see my dick they can come here and do it in person like men. I’m not just gonna offer it up on a silver platter for them. Also need I remind you I am a small business owner, madam? This store is my kingdom and you ask me to besmirch it’s good name so you can see my cock at 2 pm on a Thursday? I’m disappointed in you Daenerys, I really am.

It should probably come as no surprise, given the ‘Buttslut’ text I shared awhile back, that a lot of the dialogue I write (including text messages) comes from the way my husband and I talk to each other, and in this case I based Jon’s reluctance to free the Peen digitally off my own husband’s unbreakable stance that sending dick pics means your dick is then somewhere in the cloud and idk I guess he thinks the Governtment is just chilling and collecting nudes all day.  Anyway, I really did ask him once when we were dating why he had never sent me a dick pic and he said something along the lines of Jon’s response here, and even now, years later, it still makes me laugh, so I used it :)

2.  A Thin Line (Just some thoughts on this fic in general, that I’m not sure I’ve shared):

I was SURE, ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that a lot of people would hate this fic.  Like, I was over the top about ‘Hey this is crack’, etc, because as much fun as I had making them just awful people to each other, I was like ‘ugh there’s gonna be some stans in both camps that maybe get pissed about this’, but I figured fuck it, let’s do it.  The thing about them in this fic that I really, really enjoyed writing was that they are completely and totally unapologetic about themselves, and letting myself just really let them be the worst versions of themselves, I don’t know, guys.  It felt good.  So good that I was like ‘hmmmm, maybe keep it in the drafts.’

Because that’s the thing I like best about them and this fic - it’s not a redemption story about two tortured souls who find each other and then learn the error of their ways.  It’s more like two villains meet at villain convention and will they birth the antichrist?  Who knows, really, but probably, yes.  Definitely.

Anyway, I really dug that so many people enjoyed their unspeakably assholish tendencies and please know I haven’t abandoned my part 3, in which Dany gets to snob it up in the North and you know, so more light bondage, maybe some matching prenups, I don’t want to give it all away.

3.  From Fang and Claw, Chapter 1:

“When you say fucking,” Drogon drawled, ��what exactly do you mean, snack?”  The three were all gathered near the stone walls of the Keep, guards watching anxiously as the three creatures of legend circled and paced.

“Stop calling him that.”  Rhaegal leaned in, nipping at Drogon’s swishing black tail.  “He has a name.”

Drogon rolled his eyes, looking at his brother incredulously.  “I’ll call him whatever I like.  What’s he going to do?  Howl me to death?”

Rhaegal glared, inching closer to Ghost.  “He’s magic, like us, and he’s Jon’s, so you’d better behave.”  The green dragon growled.  “You know what mother said.”

The black dragon gave a dismissive snort, his eyes searching the windows of the Keep instead of Rhaegal or Ghost.  “Be nice.  Yes, I heard her.  This is me.  Being nice.  Not eating this talking little snack.”  His eyes shot to the wolf’s.  “Rather nice of me, isn’t it,” teeth gnashed together, grinding as Drogon uttered grudgingly, “Ghost.”

The white wolf ignored the black dragon, his eyes also falling to the windows.  “You want to know what fucking is or don’t you?”

“I want to know what it is you mean when you say Jon is fucking my mother, yes.”  Drogon sounded angry, offended even, and Ghost was surprised two mighty creatures could be so absolutely innocent to the ways of the world.  Why, he’d been fucking for years now.  Surely there were girl dragons flying about somewhere, though the lack of fucking certainly explained the black dragon’s horrible attitude.

“I feel itchy.”  Rhaegal was shifting restlessly beside him.

Ghost gave a wolfish grin.  “You’re bonded to Jon now.”  Rhaegal nodded though it was not a question.  “That’s what it feels like when Jon’s fucking your mother.”  The wolf’s mouth fell open, and he panted in Drogon’s direction.  “Like an itch you need to scratch.”

His red eyes fell to the windows till he found the one he wanted, and he whispered for the duo to follow as closely as they could as they slid along side the ancient stone, ‘til they were just under the window to Jon’s chambers.

“Hear that?”  He certainly could, and by the look of confusion on the dragons’ faces they could as well.  The Silver Dany let out a throaty yell then, followed by Jon’s name, the sounds and smells of mating flowing from the open window and out into the night.

“Is he hurting her?”  Drogon was rumbling and thrashing his tail about, rage building in those mad eyes.

But Rhaegal responded before Ghost could answer.  “No.”  He drew the word out, his head rising until he could look into the room for himself, then shooting back down to stare at Ghost.  “Why are they doing that?”

Drogon mirrored his brother’s actions, even angrier but endlessly puzzled when he lowered his head as well, clearly befuddled by what he’d seen.  “Explain this!”

Ghost gave a shrug, padding off a few paces, ready to give his brother a spot of privacy with his mate, heading for the clearing along the tree line where he could scent some rabbits running.  “It’s what they do.”  The pair was scrambling after him, landbound, awkwardly lumbering after the sleek wolf.  “Humans.”  Both dragons remained clueless, and Ghost snagged a hare and crunched down heavily, warm blood streaking his fur, downing the small prey in a few bites before continuing.  “When they want to make a pup.”

Drogon shuddered as he watched Ghost eat.  “You’re a fucking savage.”  He grumbled and groused, claws swiping out to catch an elk, idly shooting out gouts of flame to cook the meat before he began to tear it apart.  “You don’t even cook your food, little snack.”

Rhaegal ignored it all, focused only on this new knowledge.  “But our mother is a dragon.”  His eyes lit up, suddenly, turning to his brother in excitement.  “It’s how they make eggs!”

Ghost gave a snicker.  “Humans don’t lay eggs.”  He looked at the pair with amused eyes.  “You lot come from eggs?”

Rhaegal gave a nod, but Drogon preened, proud as he broke his meal’s rib cage between his jaws.  “You should be so lucky.  We certainly do.  Beautiful eggs people pay large sums of gold for.”

Ghost crouched, his attention on the deer he could now sense beyond the tree line.  “Like a chicken then.”  He leapt as the black dragon roared in outrage, his jaws sinking into the deer’s neck, and he pulled the twitching body out of the treeline to drop it in a heap before Rhaegal.

“NOT LIKE A CHICKEN!”

Rhaegal looked at Ghost pleadingly before he cooked the deer his host had provided, his eyes begging the wolf to stop baiting his brother, and Ghost grumpily complied.

“Alright, not like a chicken.  Point is, humans have pups that look like them, and they don’t come from eggs.”  He sat on his haunches, watching the pair as they ate.

“So,” Rhaegal snapped into a femur, “you meant to say that’s what Jon’s doing.  Trying to put a small human in our mother.”

The wolf couldn’t stop the snicker of amusement.  “Oh, no he’s already done that.”  He looked at the pair wonderingly.  What sort of beast were they, that they couldn’t smell the pup in their mother?  “Now he’s just fucking her because it feels good.”

There is nothing funnier to me than the idea that (1) Ghost would ever try ot explain to anyone what sex is and (2) that the dragons wouldn’t know and would be VERY offended and it took a little bit for me to write this scene way way back ago when we all thought that Season 8 would not be a massive shitstain in history because I kept laughing so hard picturing this shit.

This story is probaby one of my favorites, just because it’s silly and every magical creature is TIRED TIRED I SAY of everyone dicking around and just the notion that they’re all like ‘THESE HUMANS ARE SO DUMB UGH DO WE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!”  It just really tickled me, and I might never have written it had the amazing @aweseeds not requested it after her winning bid for the Jonerys Unites charity event.  So, everyone say thank you to aweseeds lol, this might’ve just stayed in my head and silly tumblr posts without that fine investment in fandom content.

Thank you lovely @frostbitepandaaaaa for the ask!  I LOVE YOU BITCH, I AIN’T NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN’ YOU BITCH!

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Tin Cup

My first official fic! 

This is a simple Julian X Reader. How the day boils down after a night out together. (nsfw and fluff tbh)

     We stumbled into the shop at around 3 am bellowing sailor shanties, arms hooked and legs kicking. Julian and I spent all night at the Rowdy Raven drowning sorrows, sharing stories, singing, dancing and shouting sweet nothings seemingly to everyone in the bar instead of just whispering them to each other. Jules was about 6 drinks down and I about 4. I wanted to drink more but I was already tripping and the taste of the salty bitters at the back of my throat kept me from downing anymore. I’m not quite sure how Julian does it but he definitely holds his liquor better. Even though he drank two more mugs of bitter piss than I did, he seems just barely buzzed.

As we pushed and tripped through the curtains to the back our song turned to laughter and we flopped down on the couch almost flopping to the floor we fell so hard. I landed on top, his arms lazily draped over me and his face still scrunched with laughter. God he’s so beautiful like this, when he blushes like that my ears burn and all I can think about is kissing him forever. I lay a small kiss on the top of his nose and his skin lights up a few more shades. With the alcohol still clouding my head I can’t help but wonder how far down his blush goes. We’ve been naked together before but I’ve never really seen him in the light, everything we’ve done together had always been closed under the cover of the night. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted to see all of him until now.

I guess I was staring cause Jules giggles and clears his throat, “You want me to make you some tea mlady you’re looking a little under the weather ya? Or am I distracting you?” He says teasingly poking at my reddening cheeks.

I roll my eyes and roll off of him giving a quick nod, “Earl grey please.” He nodded and pushed of the couch swaying a bit but maintaining his demeanor. As I waited I thought back on the night we had and many before this and how deeply in love I am with this man. Since the moment I met him I feel like I knew. The way he looked at me and trusted me and acted so selflessly curse or not. No one has ever meant more to me than he does. How did I get so lucky.

“What are you smiling about darling? Something happen while I was gone?” He huffs playful while handing me my mug.

“You” I reply nonchalantly. I inhale deeply taking in the smell of soft earl grey and Julian’s black coffee as he figures through my response his face switching through so many emotions. I take a slow sip and let out a chuckle,

“Nothing bad, just how lucky I am” I slump against his shoulder feeling it sag a little at the contact.

“If anyone’s lucky it’s me darling. I never thought I’d be loved by anyone. I thought I deserved to die and was willing to do so for something I couldn’t even remember. You’re the only one to have ever shown me anything brighter than my dim past..” his eyes lowered and his voice deepened, “But here I am sitting next to the love of my life preparing for forever.” His voice lifted and he set his mug down to pull me into his lap. I push back into his chest and sigh,

“Ya ya I love you too you big sap” I put my own mug down and pull him in for a kiss pulling off his eye patch, “My perfect Ilya, you’re worth more than anything in the world” I can’t help but get lost in his beautiful eyes. The red making the grey of his irises stand out even more” I kiss his lids and he lights up again trying to avert his eyes from mine.

He’s so cute I want to hear his laugh I spin around in his lap, watching the surprise on his face as my hands shoot to his sides before he can analyze the mischief in my eyes. My fingers start to move and his eyes widen in fear. He screams falling over immediately,

“NO TICKLING” I ignore his protest and assault his side and neck relentlessly till our laughter and screams fill the room and his tears start to fall. His smile makes me so happy. I cease my assault and lean down kissing the middle of a tear trail on his cheek. He takes my distraction to his advantage bringing his hand to my hips. I feel my body being pushed back and his hands start to move,

“NO WAIT” I yell, He smiles triumphantly down at me,

“NO PERISH” he counters tickling me relentlessly. Eventually after many tickles back and forth, many protests and a few kicks later the fight comes to an end and we’re left a heaving crying mess on the couch just staring and giggling like two teens in love for the first time. “So pretty” he whispers messily locking his lips with mine. Our lips moved together sloppily but passionately. I can taste the bitter alcohol mixed with coffee on his tongue. We break every now and then to trade little pecks and to take in air. He stops to stare for a second “You sure you’re ready for a forever with me?”

I give him and exasperated sigh, “Oh you know it. You won’t be gettin rid of me any time soon.” I say flashing him a cocky smile. I lean up to reattach our lips and a leg comes up between mine rubbing gently. I take a deep breath and pull his lip in between mine teeth. The skin breaks and he lets out a groan. I can tastes the copper in my mouth and he pushes his leg harder. I sigh out a quick laugh, wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him down. I bite his earlobe til the skin breaks and he shudders then I watch it expectantly waiting for It to heal with a confused face. Oh ya his curse went away, I keep forgetting. I realize then smile devilishly “You look so pretty when you bleed and I can finally mark you up now. How about we get a little rowdy and see how deep the bites can go?” I whisper seductively into the offending ear. He lets out a shaky breath over my shoulder and nods into my crook excitedly. He snatches me up off the couch and climbs the stairs, taking them two at a time. As he moves I can feel his bulge press against my pelvis sending electricity up my body.

At the top he gently lets me down, the second my feet hit the floor I take control pushing him onto the bed forcefully knocking a little wind out of him at the sudden movement. I jump on top of him and make quick work of loosening him up as his nerves continue to get the best of him no matter how much he wants it. Our lips knead together and our legs find crooks to rock back and forth releasing some pressure. Though with our height difference it becomes sort of difficult to, you know, kiss and grind at the same time so I move to palm at him instead. Our kissing quickly becomes more and more desperate and so do his hips. I can’t help but to nip and bite and suck at his lips and tongue. I pull away from the kiss a inch or two still holding onto the tip of his tongue for a second before releasing it back to him in favor of stripping him down.

I pull his hand up to my mouth and bite down on the tip of his gloved middle finger, slowly dragging off his hand and do the same with the other but this time leaving a wet stripe on his palm after, making it a point to leave a gentle kiss on his “tattoo”. Then I move to his boots. Jesus fucking Christ those damn boots. They’re so… sexy but so damn annoying. Thigh high tight leather boots. Only Jules. My struggle to peel them off almost kills the mood but the humor of it keeps it light enough. I move back up his body and easily pull away his white button up. I can’t help but stare down at him. I hadn’t even realized the sun had started to rise until It peaked through the open window (hmmmmmm we should probably close that……..or not ;p) sending radiant shades of purple and orange to dance on his face and chest. I finally catch just how far down that delicious blush goes, and oh does it go far, from his ears to his naval. Oh I just want to lick him up I think to myself immediately latching my lips to the cord of his throat and sucking.

He lets out a moan “Y-yes” I make sure to trace the path of his blush leaving light kisses on his ears, then his eyelids, cheeks, smile, and chin. Then a little rougher at his neck, shoulders, and traps making sure to knead the skin in my teeth between kisses and licks. Now down to his chest and belly, I drag my tongue down making eye contact all the while as he stares back biting his lip in anticipation. “Come on I can take it” he grinds out “Just cause the curse is gone doesn’t mean you can go easy on me” I answer him by biting down hard on his right nipple and he arches into me with a low groan.

“Trust me I won’t” I say slyly watching the excitement dance in his eyes. I suck and pull on both nipples and leave bites all down the sides of his chest and stomach before yanking at the thicker piece of flesh right above his belly button where a piercing would go. I yap up the blood I spilled and glide my tongue down to the v of his hips leaving a light red trail behind me.

“You’re going to be the death of me” he whispers. I smile and proceed to dig my thumbs into the deep groves of his pelvis and curl the rest of my hands around his hips digging my fingernails in deep. I tuck my tongue under the hem of his pants as far as I can go and bring it back up to his belly button and he squirms so deliciously at the action moaning my name, I can’t help myself anymore. I snatch his pants off enjoying the delightful bounce of his freed cock and the little wet spot it’s left on his skin. I throw his pants across the room quickly taking my place between his legs. I squeeze his thighs hard enough to leave bruises and suck little marks from the hollows of his knees all the way to the crease of his thigh. The bob of his dick catches in my peripherals and I smile against his skin. “(Y/n) please I can’t take it anymore” I look up to see his dick swollen, bright pink and dripping.

“Actually I think you’re going to be the death of me if you keep looking this scrumptious” I say leaning forward. I lick a nice long stripe from base to tip the swirl my tongue around the head.

He bucks up “AhH please please” I chuckle but do as he asks, so good for me i think wrapping my mouth around his moist heat. He bucks up again and I hold his hips down. Sure to leave bruises. His hands come up and tangle into my hair and he breathes harder and harder tugging lightly. God he’s so gentle with me. Adorable. Right as he gets to his edge twitching in my mouth I pull off with a sickening pop and he groans from the pressure. His pink dick throbs again, soooo cuteee

I climb off the bed to go to the closet stripping my pants off on the way there. “Why’d you leave?” he asks when I come back still panting desperate for relief.

“I have a surprise for you. I didn’t want you to cum before I got it out.”

“A surprise?” He says cocking his head trying to peak around my body at the object(s) in my hand.

“Oop you’re right I think actually have two for you love, or is it three” I smile tapping at my chin as if I forgot. He flushes then changes his shaky smile to a more seductive one,

“Then why don’t you come over here and show me what you’re made of already. Scared?”

“Oooooo after that comment you should be the one that’s scared” I snort shoving his surprises in the bedside drawer for now. He looks a little disappointed (cute). I climb back on top of him kissing him deep and shoving my tongue in even though he’s already given me access. I smile into his mouth and grab his cock squeezing lightly just where he likes and whisper into his gaping mouth that’s waiting for my return. “Here’s surprise number one love” my hand glows a soft blue then starts vibrating quickly. He immediately bucks into me, hard. “You like it? I’ve been practicing just for you babe” I say licking into his mouth which is gaping wider due to the sudden rush of pleasure. I pick my body up off his and remove my hand. He finally lowers his back onto the bed again. Hehe not for long I think smiling slyly to myself. I put just the tip of my finger on the flushed tip of his dick and activate the spell again. He arches again. The vibrations are so fast that his dick is actually bouncing off of it. Small fast little bobs and it’s lighting me on fire. I can feel my slickness growing. Hmmm not yet I wait for him to almost reach his release once more before I stop again sliding up his body to reach the drawer allowing my thigh to rub against him gaining me a quick hiss. I slide back across his body and he catches a glimpse of surprise number two he bucks up unconsciously just at the thought of it.

“God you’re torture” he breathes raggedly.

“Oh you like it that much? I’m so glad. I made it myself” I wink at him while inserting one end of my new glass blown ribbed strap into me smiling quite proudly. The smile quickly leaves as my face contorts due to the added coldness but also the slight release. I pull out the bottle of lube and drench my fingers. I place my thumb on his perineum and pushed then then circle and hook my fingers repeatedly on his tight ring.

“Gahhh fuck youuuuu” he puffs out

“No Jules. I think it is I that is fucking you” I say plunging two finger into his tight ass and curling. He lifts off the bed again practically screaming, damn maybe I should have closed the window. I think, though dismissing it quickly. I scissor and stretch him making sure he’s ready while making my thumb vibrate on that sensitive piece of skin right between his balls and his ass (perineum btw) he gasps and I pull out keeping my eyes trained on the hole he’s been burrowing into his bottom lip with his teeth. I move forwards between his legs and he automatically hooks them around my waist while I line myself up. I push in slow and he arches so hard and so high I almost slip out.

“Did I make her too big for you?” I giggle.

“Hmph i-it’s per-fect” he stutters as i bottom out in him.

“Ah my beautiful Jules. What did I do to deserve you” I sigh.

“You know I want to kiss you so bad right now but you’re too damn short. I can’t reach.” He says heavily, craning his neck down to try to reach.

“Geez don’t rub it in. It’s not my fault you’re a whole 6’4, fuckin Sasquatch imma whole foot shorter and I’m the one wrecking your ass so stfu” I puff thrusting hard.

“HmPh aggressive” he says wiggling his eyebrows at me. I plant my fists at his sides and thrust harder.

“You know it ;)” I say with a cocky tone even though I’m struggling to find a rhythm. He keeps slipping and shifting upward I can’t keep him steady. I yank his hips down closer to me, lean forwards on his chest and hook my arms back and behind his shoulders. Hmmmmm much better I sigh finally having a stable hold to create a solid rhythm so he doesn’t slip every time I thrust. I push harder, pulling almost all the way out each time to slam in hard than the last. At this point he’s a babbling mess. Hmmmmm on second thought I hope everyone in town hears this music ;) I can tell he’s coming to his edge. He brings his hands up to rest on mine as they dig into his shoulders for grip. I swear just his touch on my hands as he bounces on me feels like enough to destroy me. My pussy is annihilated honestly. Just at the sight of him. God I really do love this fool. I leave small kisses on the skin I can reach leaving quiet encouragements in between each. He lets out a loud choked off moan and arches hard suddenly and I can feel his release shoot in between us but I don’t let up pounding in. I ride him through it and into overstimulation until he’s shaking, screaming, tears start to roll down his face. I pull out slow and he winces,

“You alright?” I ask coming up to give him a soft kiss.

“Perfect.” He says, eyes closed looking completely blissed out. I smile and wipe the tears with my thumb and bringing it to my mouth. He opens one eye to peak up at me “Did-did you just like lick my tears?? You good?” He says in a fake judging tone.

“You know if you think that’s weird get ready for surprise number three love.” I kiss him again pushing my hands up into those soft auburn curls and scraping my nails across his scalp eliciting a little shiver. His shoulders relaxed and I leave a little kiss on his forehead before dipping down and licking the cum off of his stomach making his dick twitch against my chest. I come up and kiss him again tangling a hand in his hair again and letting the fluids mingle in our mouths. With my free hand I open the drawer to pull out surprise number three. Jules is still quite distracted tasting himself on my mouth so I take the opportunity to get started. His eyes shoot open when he feels the cold leather on his neck. I latch it and he looks up at me bright red. “Ooo yes keep that face it matches the color so well.” I say gliding my finger across his new bright red collar.

“You know I think this one might be one of my favorites” he says coming up to kiss me again dragging his tongue over my lips.

“Hmmmmmm get ready surprise number 3 has a few parts” I say playfully He looks up at me expectantly as I grab the rest. Red rope and a red leash to match his collar, all nicely complimenting his hair. The look on his face is absolutely pitiful and so full of lust, his eyebrows are knit together and his lips swollen from bites, his own and mine. I rub his cheek lightly and he pushes into the touch, god.

“Come on” he puffs “I’m ready” he says staring up with half lidded eyes. God not the bedroom eyes Jules I’m dyingggggggggggg. I lean back binding his wrists together tugging to make sure it’s secure. I pull him up so he’s sitting upright and he immediately tugs on the front of my shirt. “You too, please.” To be honest I had forgot I was still clothed from the waist up. I look down to find cum, sweat, and blood stained everywhere, guess I’m throwing this away, gross. I agree and strip off my shirt leaving on my bra, he tugs on that too staring intently.

“Nuh uh you gotta wait for that one” I say smiling pulling his restraints forward to lay a kiss on his nose.

“Mhhhhh I hate you” he groans at me rolling his eyes.

“Is that so love? Well let me show you how passionately I feel about you. On your knees now please” i say in a harsh tone throwing his hands to the side forcefully. He lights up red again but does as he’s told. Since his hands are bound in front of him he lays his chest and head on the bed keeping his ass high. I nudge his legs further apart running my hands up and down his thighs and hips. I hum stroking up his sensitive inner thighs feeling him shiver under me. I reach up and spread his ass then pull back and send a crisp slap to his right cheek. He arches hard letting out a loud groan and I rub the fresh print to ease some pain before sending another hit to the other cheek. I repeat the same action over and over a few times watching his aching cock bob with excitement creating a small pool on the sheets below it. I decide to give him a little release…..but just a little. I press my hips against his ass receiving a hiss at the pressure and cold skin. The heat radiating off the hand marks I left makes my insides throb and my mouth water. God he’s delicious. I try to compose myself leaning over his back rubbing little circles into his wet belly. I make sure to slide the strap right up next to his heat and I roll my hips. He lets out a high pitched moan and tries to lift his head off the pillow. I push him down lower and keep grinding against him with the toy until he’s panting.

“Please please please darling ….ahhhHha” he groans as I push again “you’re such a tease” he says breathlessly.

“Hmmmm you love it” I say smiling into his skin leaving small kisses. I rub against him a few more times until his breaths get more erratic. When they do I slid up and hook the red leash on the collar and pull. The front of his body lifts off the bed and he lets out a choked moan. “Is it too much?” I ask with worry in my voice. He smiles looking back at me,

“it’s great you know id tell you if it wasn’t” he grinds out pushing his ass up against my hips.

“Mhm just checking” I whisper more for myself than him. I line myself up and push into him harshly while keeping a tight grip on his leash. As I pound up into him his bound arms bounce against his stomach in time with his dick. I pull his head back so far I can feel his hair brushing against my shoulder. I bite hard into the skin I can now finally reach watching the blood bloom and slide down his chest before I could catch it with my tongue. I hear his moans get louder and he starts pushing back onto the glass strap as he reaches his edge once again. I grow slicker and slicker right at the edge of release and I lose my rhythm. I’m so close and so is he but for some reason I just can’t get the right angle and the right feeling for myself so I focus on him instead. I give him a few quick slaps to his thighs and a few more hard wide thrusts that he bounces hard back onto and he comes undone in seconds.

I release the leash and squeeze his slim waist hard to keep him steady, but instead of falling forward he goes back onto my chest his head finding my shoulder and I watch his one red eye roll back then pinch closed in pleasure as he releases all over the sheets screaming my name. We really should have laid out towels. He’s still up against me a panting mess. I let him come down while I untie his wrist rubbing them a little before moving to undo the collar. I put it aside and kiss the side of his face tracing up and down his torso with light fingers. To my surprise he pulls off the glass toy trying not to show any discomfort at the action. He turns around and immediately catches my mouth with his. He runs his tongue along the roof of my mouth and pulls me into his lap I feel warm leather come up and latch around my neck. He tightens it a bit never releasing my mouth. I jump a little finally releasing the kiss as I feel the glass toy being pulled out of me. He pulls it up to his mouth and licks it, cleaning it of all evidence of me.

“I know you didn’t cum” he says tossing the toy aside and inserting three fingers into my dripping heat. I gasp turning bright red and throw my head back, he uses the leash that was still attached to hold my head there. I smile up at the ceiling while he pumps his fingers into me,

“You sly dog.” To my surprise he removes his fingers and the leash to stand pulling me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. isn’t he sore? I think to myself instinctively hooking my arms around his neck. He chuckles sticking out his lower lip to “pout”.

“What I can’t give a little loving back?;)” he kisses me deep and gentle and I feel my back hit wood and a cold breeze rustle my hair. I smile into the kiss but he doesn’t seem to care continuing to kiss my parted lips and teeth, Ilya you fool.

“Oh we’re an exhibitionist are we? I say playfully. He finally opens his eyes and leaves a peck on my nose.

“Aren’t you the one who left it open in the first place dear? Maybe you wanted them to hear us too ;b” I smile and nip at his lip,

“Hmmmmm maybe I did” almost the second I finish the sentence my head is snatched back by the leash and partially hanging out of the open window. He immediately moves to my collar bone leaving sweet little kisses and licks while rubbing himself against me. I can’t help but buck into him and groan out into the morning air. I can feel spit running down my chin, my mouth still gaping as I chased the pleasure. He takes the opportunity to hook a thumb in the corner of my mouth and lick into it making sure to clean the mess I’ve made on my chin. I buck again and bite down on his thumb as electricity shoots through me. “Ilya please I fucked you three times already I don’t think I can’t take much more.” I mumble his finger still tucked in my cheek.

“Oh my so needy” he whispers exaggeratedly lining himself up. He pushes in without warning releasing my mouth and I basically scream out the window for the whole town to hear. At this point the sun has completely risen and I can hear people start to leave their houses for the day. They’re going to think I’m getting murdered or something. I think bringing a hand up to muffle the sound only for it to be pulled back down in favor of removing my bra. He releases the leash but I keep my head in place and help him get my bra off my arms. The second the garment is shed he latches onto my breasts sucking, biting, pulling, licking and rubbing all while continuing to pound me up and what felt like out of the window. I wind my fingers into the soft hair at his nape and pull, the other hand coming up to stroke his face,

“aH jULes I love you SO much. Perfect perfect PERFECT” I yelled out the window again.

He hums happily against my skin “I love you too darling.” he whispers at my collar bone one hand leaving my chest in favor of rubbing at my clit. He circles it pounding harder and I finally cum with a choked scream pulling him closer as I clenched around him and he continues to pump, though it becomes more erratic. He bites into my shoulder only hard enough to leave a small indent (so gentle) and the over stimulation throws me back into the high as I cum again screaming louder than the first. Two more harsh pumps and he’s releasing for the fourth time.

He leaves kisses up the panting column of my throat and up my jaw finally leaving a deep kiss right on my lips that I can’t help but hum happily into. “You know you never cease to surprise me doctor” I say with a wide smile.

“Same to you dear” he says pulling out and lowering me from the window sill. He removes the collar and kisses me again this time rather sleepily. I look over to the bed only to see an absolute disgusting mess on the sheets. Thank god for Asra, I think remembering the pile of pillows and blankets he used when reading in the corner of the room. I walk over too it dragging Ilya close behind and flop down onto the mound of comfort, he follows suit. I roll over to curl into his body enjoying both the warmth and the view.

“You look so handsome covered in purple and blue” I say looking up at his duel colored eyes. He blushes and averts his eyes.

“Ya? Well maybe we should do this more often then.” He states with a warm smile. “Thanks by the way. I have to say that glass work was quite masterful” he giggles.

“Aw thanks. I”m glad you enjoyed it but damn, now my abs feel tight as fuck” I say with a goofy tone.

“Yikes same, my legs feel weak as fuck.” We laugh with each other for a little trading silly compliments and “I love you’s” before dozing off together. God I love this man.

Bonus: Asra runs in panicked after someone in town said they heard screaming from the shop. He bolts upstairs basically screaming only to find the most revoltingly dirty sheets and two just as dirty people in a pile of HIS pillows, wrapped in HIS feather blanket, snoring as loud as possible. “Oh my fucking god I can’t believe these two heathenssssss!” he says running down the stairs to bleach his eyeballs.

[simsadventures]

Marital Bliss

Summary: You and Bjorn fight over petty things, but then realise just how foolish you both sound.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, swearing, talking about hockey (Imma Caps fan… sue me!)

Pairing: ModernAu!Bjorn x Reader

Word Count: 1248

A/N: This story was written for my old followers celebration, the prompt being Love is such a funny thing, don’t you think? (it will be highlighted in the text) It is my officially first story having anything to do with Vikings, so bear with me. As always, feedback is appreciated. Love you!

Masterlist

The house was a mess. You loved Bjorn’s family, but not when you had to be the one cleaning after them. At Aslaug’s home, sure, you enjoyed spending your time there, because you could just get up and leave if Ivar pissed you too much, or when everything was over so that you didn’t have to clean all those dishes and the overall mess they left behind them.

But Bjorn insisted that it was your turn to host the Lothbrok family dinner, and you really couldn’t say no this time, because you got out of it two times before.

The night was actually enjoyable, and even Ivar and Sigurd were acting like adults and not like little freaking children. Hell, even the children of the family acted more mature than those two when together.

Bjorn would always just laugh at their stupidity, as well as Ubbe and Hvitserk, but you hated when they were yelling at each other because the other used a sauce in the very moment the other wanted to use it. You learned from past mistakes, so now there was everything doubled on the table. But they still found something to bicker about.

You put the kids to bed as soon as everyone was out of the door, and you asked Bjorn to clean the table, or at least bring the dishes to the kitchen so that you could only wash them and not go back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room.

But when you came back downstairs, Bjorn was sitting on the sofa, flicking through TV, beer in his hand, and legs on the coffee table. You jaw clenched. “Bjorn, love! Could you come and help me with the dishes?”

He didn’t even look at you, just hummed, and stared engrossed at the hockey game currently on TV. “I mean today, love.” You said once again, still trying to watch your tone. You didn’t want to fight with him, but by Gods, he was trying you.

“On my way, Y/N. Just gonna finish this third and I’m with you.”

You looked at the screen and saw that there were still more than 10 minutes to go of that third, which meant that it could be around 30 minutes till he joined you.

You weren’t having any of it. You marched to the TV and turned it off manually and smiled victoriously. Now it was Bjorn’s time to set his jaw. “What the fuck, Y/N? I was watching that!”

“Oh, come on! We both know that Caps will win that easily, I mean they do have a 3 goal lead and Minnesota’s playing like shit this year. Get your ass off that couch, or I swear I’ll do it myself.”

A mischievous grin appeared on Bjorn’s face, he crossed his arms on his chest, and raised his chin, as if telling you it was your time to show what you got. You didn’t want to play games, not when the house looked the way it looked at the moment, but you wanted to wipe that smug grin off of his face, as quickly as possible. You lurched towards him but reminded yourself that doing a war cry would most definitely wake up the children, so you kept your mouth shut.

Bjorn’s eyes widened a little because he didn’t really expect you to act upon his remark. He just wanted to watch the rest of the game, then help you clean up a little, and then go to sleep. It was an exhausting day for his as well, and he wanted it over. But now it was taking a very different turn.

You jumped right at him, and he had only the time to unwind his arms and catch you before you slid off of him. You laughed out loud this time, and continue your attack. Bjorn didn’t look like it, but he was extremely ticklish. Not many people knew, but the second you realised this at the very beginning of your relationship, you always used it “against him” when at war such as this one.

You attacked his ribs, which made him jump slightly, and he tried to get you off of him. But you wouldn’t give up that easily. You wanted to prove to him that you could get him to do what you wanted, so you couldn’t give up just now.

He was struggling, laughing so much tears were trickling down his cheeks, and he was now laying on the sofa, with you straddling him. You suddenly grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. You were very well aware, that if he genuinely wanted to, you’d be sitting on the floor, arms behind your back. But you saw that despite the light struggle he was putting up, he was actually enjoying the playfulness of the moment. And so were you.

“Do you surrender?” You whispered to his ear and bit it playfully.

“Never!” he whisper-yelled and surprised you with his own attack. He got rid of your arms holding his wrists too quickly, grabbed your hips and threw you to a further side of the couch. You landed with a soft umph and laughed happily. He got on all fours, and crawled towards you, looking like a tiger on a hunt. You shrieked and tried to get away, but Bjorn caught your ankle and pulled you back to him.

This time, it was him straddling you, trying to lift a little of his weight off of you, so that he wouldn’t crush you. He still wanted to keep you, even if you were a little minx. You suddenly got to the same exact position, only the roles were reversed.

“Now, love, do you surrender, or should I tickle you as well?” He smiled down at you, and you couldn’t help but return the smile. This was a rare occasion. Not that you didn’t have fun together, far from it, your relationship was laced with humour, but ever since you had kids, it was always the four of you. Two against two, or the babies and mummy against daddy, or vice versa. But the two of you acting like a bunch of teenagers, that didn’t happen too often.

“I surrender, please, no tickling!” You laughed, and Bjorn joined you. He kissed your nose and got off of you. You sat up and snuggled to his side.

“Love is such a funny thing, isn’t it?” Bjorn whispered. You looked at him, little confused, so he continued.

“I mean, you were pissed at me, just 2 minutes ago, but now we’re sitting here snuggled against each other, the dishes completely forgotten.”

“Pff, the dishes are far from forgotten, babe! We’re still cleaning the house. I’m not gonna do it tomorrow morning, we promised the kids to go swimming, remember? There will be no time to do the dishes.”

He smiled at how much of a much you were. Love really was a funny thing to him. You both knew that no matter how pissed the other was, it wouldn’t last long and you’d be like one once again. And if he could get you straddling him in the process, the was a nice bonus.

Bjorn suddenly stood up from the couch and extended his arm towards you. “Well, let’s go you little tickler. And we can finish what we started here later,” he winked at you, and help you stand up. You intertwined your fingers and walked towards the kitchen together.

@p8tn0lish @eileenalone

[negare-boshi]

Fluff? Yahaba convincing a stubborn Kyoutani that cuddles can be really fun and comfortable, and maybe Kyoutani ends up agreeing in the end because wow Yahaba is soft and cozy especially under the fluffy blanket.

THANK YOU!!!!! Hope this is ok?? I tried following the prompt but…

Yahaba is at his place again.

Kyoutani knows it’s him even before opening the door, the knocks familiar after so many times of the same thing. Yahaba says nothing, strides inside, and kisses Kyoutani’s cheek. A single peck, dry and short, and Yahaba is already barefoot and walking fast down the corridor. By the time Kyoutani closes the door, tidies Yahaba’s messy things scattered around on the entrance, and makes it back to the living room, Yahaba is already face flat on the sofa.

“Long day?” Kyoutani says, like every day.

“The longest.”

It’s warm and dumb, the fact they’ve created a routine of the same silly thing. Kyoutani looks at Yahaba’s form, melting on the soft cushions of the sofa, and a small shake overtakes his insides.

Staring at Yahaba always makes his insides go all weird.

“Come. Make it better,” Yahaba pleads against a pillow.

“No. I’m making dinner.”

“Who cares about dinner.” It’s cute, how Yahaba turns his face enough so his left eye is free to judge Kyoutani’s existence. “Come and make me happy.”

“No.”

Yahaba whines, but snuggles further on the sofa. Kyoutani goes back to the kitchen, finishes chopping the vegetables and throws them on the pot. He’s half paying attention to Yahaba, drifting in and off sleep. There are dark circles under his eyes, but when Kyoutani walks to him, the tight line of his lips appears softened.

“Move.” Yahaba takes his legs off without opening his eyes. Kyoutani snorts, because who wouldn’t at the clear sight of Yahaba’s devices, and sits, grabs his legs and puts them on his lap.

Yahaba hums low and happy.

“What about dinner?”

“Will be ready in twenty.”

“I’m hungry.” Kyoutani huffs. “And tired. My feet are sore.” Kyoutani rests his head on the back of the sofa and closes his eyes. Yahaba groans, and kicks his leg. “Do something.”

“Shut up. Dinner will be ready when it’s ready.”

“Come here.”

“I’m here.”

“Closer.”

Yahaba’s watching him when Kyoutani opens his eyes. He has that pout and that frown and that mischief shining in his eyes. He is the image of soft, little devil Kyoutani can’t take out of his head, and if his heart does a little happy dance it’s because Kyoutani’s tired, too, and he has no control over his body. Nothing to do with how nice it feels to have a routine, with how unexpected it is to not only accept Yahaba’s presence overtaking his free time, but wanting it.

A knot fills Kyoutani’s throat. Sometimes he’s afraid of how much Yahaba has invaded his life —him— in such a short time.

“No,” he says, to mess with him, to keep himself from wanting more and more and more.

“Hug me.”

“No.”

“Kyoutani.”

It’s an order. Kyoutani shudders, fingers digging in Yahaba’s shins. Frowning, he looks down at Yahaba’s wide, expressive eyes, and groans loudly. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“Yes, yes. Now, do as I say.”

“I should kick you out, fucker.”

“Do it,” Yahaba dares, raising his arms over his head, arching his back and hips. His body screams, I am the king of this place and I can make myself as comfortable as I feel like.

Kyoutani can’t deny him that.

He’s rough and harsh when he moves Yahaba, half dragging him on top of his lap, half kicking him off the sofa. Kyoutani barely manages to fit on the small space he creates, glued to Yahaba’s back, nose buried on his nape. He inhales deeply and lies telling himself this is just for Yahaba’s benefit.

Yahaba sighs deeply in Kyoutani’s embrace, the pure sound of a relaxed being finding after a long day of tension the desired comfort. Kyoutani embraces him harder, and Yahaba grabs his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it once, twice, thrice.

“See? Nice.”

“You smell awful.”

It’s not true. He smells fresh and alive and Yahaba, Yahaba, Yahaba. Kyoutani rubs his nose on him, and hopes for his own smell to stick to his skin, to his clothes, to his life.

“Shut up, idiot. Hold me tighter.”

Kyoutani does. Yahaba kisses his hand again, his fingers, his wrist. There’s such care in the soft touches, in the way Yahaba’s lips shape Kyoutani’s skin, in how Yahaba keeps whispering, tighter, tighter, tighter. Kyoutani has become another part of his body by the time he dares ask, “That bad of a day?”

“Fuck, yes. I couldn’t wait to come here and see you.” Yahaba wiggles in his arms till he turns around and they are face to face. Kyoutani doesn’t kiss him, but it’s not for lack of want. Yahaba kisses the tip of his nose. “Hi.”

“Little late for that.”

“Mmmh, I like your hugs.”

“Yours suck.”

Yahaba bites his cheek, and Kyoutani complains out loud, and Kyoutani tightens his hug, and Yahaba’s body adapts to Kyoutani’s, as if he’d been born to change his shape so he could fit into Kyoutani’s edges.

It’s hard for Kyoutnai to understand the logic of his happiness, when this is the simplest, dumbest thing one could be happy for.

“You smell good,” Yahaba whispers against his neck.

“I showered earlier.”

“I wanna shower too.”

“Go. We can eat later.”

Yahaba snuggles closer. “Don’t wanna. This is nice. You always make going back home nice.”

The blush it’s unfair and uncalled for, but Yahaba notices because he’s skin to skin with Kyoutani, and how the fuck wouldn’t he notice when Kyoutani is on fire.

Yahaba’s smile is Kyoutani’s favourite: the carefree, tired but content smile he wears so rarely.

“You get embarrassed for such stupid things. It’s cute.”

“Fuck off. I’m not cute.”

Yahaba kisses his lips. “The cutest.”

“Shut up.”

“So, so, so cute.”

“Shut up, fuck,” but Yahaba is kissing him, or smiling on his lips, his arms iron bars around his neck, and he snuggles closer, and he sighs deeply, and Kyoutani is lost in the simplicity of the moment, on the peace it brings to his soul every day, every week.

“I love cuddling with you.”

Kyoutani’s so red by now the dinner could be cooked on his body. He wants to groan, Cuddling with you is the worst, but instead he mumbles, “Me too.”

Yahaba kisses him again as a reward. And then again. And then he closes his eyes and lets Kyoutani’s warmth and Kyoutani’s embrace tear away, layer by layer, the awful workday, and the tiredness, and the soreness, and the fact they will have to work tomorrow too, but tomorrow feels now like hundreds of years away.

“I feel like staying like this all night,” Yahaba mumbles.

Kyoutani kisses Yahaba’s temple, his closed eye, his forehead. The words vanish in the hollows between their bodies. Yahaba’s half asleep already, breathing in a constant, slowing pace. Kyoutani wants to stay like this forever, but reality is right on the kitchen, peeping annoyingly to let him know he has to stand up and go back already.

A last kiss on Yahaba’s temple. Yahaba snuggles closer, and Kyoutani says, despite himself, “Eat. Shower. And then cuddles.”

“Are you ordering me?”

“Yes,” Kyoutani growls, the mockery on Yahaba’s half assed question enough to piss him off. “You look like shit.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Come on. The food will get cold.”

Kyoutani untangles himself from Yahaba’s limbs, who snuggles back into a sleeping position before Kyoutani has even stood. “I mean it, Yahaba.”

“Mmmh. Will you bath with me?”

“I showered already.”

“You said cuddles later.”

“Fuck, whatever. Yes, I will. Now, drag your stupid ass of the sofa and let’s eat. I’m starving.”

They eat their food in silence, and bath in silencee. Kyoutani takes care of Yahaba, of his sore muscles, and his stiff back, and his hair, and his heavy eyelids. He kisses Yahaba’s ear, and Yahaba’s neck, and Yahaba’s shoulder, and washes him and takes him to bed. Piliable and tired and spent from a day Kyoutani can picture as the most stressful, Yahaba lays expectantly, and it’s on Kyoutani’s chest and sighing deeply into sleep as soon as Kyoutani makes it under the blanket.

Yahaba’s wet hair tickles Kyoutani’s chin. He should buy a hairdryer.

“Yahaba.”

“Mmmmh?”

“Want me to clear you a drawer?”

A beat of silence, and then, “You mean…”

“Yes.”

Kyoutani has never been as chokingly hugged before as he is when realisation kicks Yahaba. It’s so tight Kyoutani’s air is kicked out of his system.

“Yes, yes, I want to very much.”

“Great. Now sleep. Night.”

“Kyoutani,” Yahaba whispers against his shoulders. “I like you so much.”

If Kyoutani hugs him as tight as Yahaba has hugged him before it’s only in retribution; if his heart starts beating fast and lightly, it’s because Yahaba’s laugh fucks with his systems.

He doesn’t say, I like you so so so much too, but Kyoutani’s pretty sure it goes unsaid.

[bmongmong]

Chapter 5 - Unexpected

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Y/n pov

A few passed and thighs between Jimin and Rosé are going great. Lots of things has changed. I stopped feeling guilty towards my ceiling, which is great. I actually like trying new emotions and new adventures.

Even right now I'm feeling something new: being carefree. I'm not even listening at the professor, who's now talking to us.

I've also learnt how to handle my feelings towards Jungkook, without being obvious. Oh right! Today I have to meet with him at his house for a school project! I know it's school stuff, but I'm actually nervous. My whole body trembles due to the excitement, while my stomach feels a little heavy. I guess I can do nothing about this. Just have to wait.

As I hear the bell ringing, Rosé gets my attention, by tickling me and saying:

"Are you ready for the PROJECT?" she emphasizes that word. It sounded like we're going to do everything, except for homework. I try to look confident, but I fail and start laughing instead.

"Y/n" I turn around and it's Jungkook who's now giving me his bunny smile "Let's go!"

As he invites me to stand up, I hear Rosé and Jimin teasing us by making weird noises. I turn around and make some death signs with my hands and they both try to hold in their laughter.

As we're walking to Jungkook's house, I feel a weird sensation. Maybe it's because neither of us is talking at all. I don't know what to say, also is the first time I go to a guy's house. But then, I hear him speaking:

"So...today my parents aren't at home and Jungwook is out since this morning, so we'll be alone. We can concentrate better like this!" he smiles like crazy.

HOW CAN HE SMILE LIKE THAT, WHILE SAYING THAT WE'LL BE ALONE ALL DAY!??!?!?!?!?!?!

"O-Oh, that's great!" I try as hard as possible to look calm.

"Here we are!" he says opening his arms in front of a very big house. Wow it's really huge!!

"Is this your house?" I ask in disbelief "It's wonderful!!" my eyes are sparkling as I look at the huge building in front of me.

We're getting inside and the first thing I see is the kitchen, which is really clean and neat. Then next to it there's the living room, with the biggest sofa I've ever seen.

"My room is up the stairs. Shall we go?" he says with his soothing voice. He'll melt me someday, I swear.

Jungkook goes first and I follow him right after. As we go up the stairs, I start to feel nervous. I did everything Lisa told me: shave (don't know why tho, we're not going to do anything...right?), take a shower, wear a cute lingerie (also don't know why, Jungkook is not going to undress me...right?). I don't think something will happened, me and Jungkook are both too shy to do something like this.

Then we approach a big black door and he says:

"Here's it" and opens it slowly. As I walk in I freeze and widen my eyes...w-what?

I see Jungwook shirtless, doing push-ups. WHAT IS HE EVEN DOING IN HIS BROTHER'S ROOM? Not gonna lie. He looks so hot right now. Here I am again, visibly daydreaming next to my crush and in front of his almost naked twin.

"Jungwook what are you doing here?!" I hear Jungkook shouting "You said that you wouldn't be home till tonight!" he seems pissed. I mean, I understand, I'd be mad too.

"Oh you're home" the other one says as he stands up "Oh oh ohhh, look who we have here?" he says getting closer to me. I'm literally freaking out. Jungkook notices how uncomfortable I look and puts a arm in between me and his twin.

"Go away and let us study" Jungkook looks so intimidating right now. I feel like he's hiding a part of him. I don't know why he doesn't want to show it to us, but right now I don't want to find that out. I'm too busy at the moment. I'm afraid these two might end up fighting.

I don't know how to handle these types of situations. I open my mouth to say something, in order to make the two twins calm down, but nothing comes out. But then:

"Don't worry, little brother" Jungwook says patting his brother's chest "I'll leave you love birds alone. But please, don't do it on my bed" and with that he leaves the room, leaving me and Jungkook shocked.

I can feel myself blushing really hard. DID HE REALLY SAY THAT IN FRONT THE BOTH OF US?! He also said DO IT?! DO WHAT?! And then he said HIS bed? Now that I look at the room, I can actually see two beds. I guess they share the room.

"Emh... sorry y/n. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable" he says looking away and scratching the back of his head. He's visibly nervous, I have to say something to get out of this awkward atmosphere.

"Don't worry Jungkook! I like your room!" seriously y/n...'I like your room?' couldn't you come out with something better? But it seems it worked.

"Oh really?" the guy next to me says "I appreciate it" he then smiles.

Great, now that we both feel more comfortable, we can start studying! We decide to sit on the ground with our backs leaned on the side of his bed. A meter away from me on my right there's the door and on my left, right next to me, there's him.

A hour as passed and my head start to feel a bit tired. So I decide to look up to relax my neck. As I stretch my arms and back, I decide to look at Jungkook's notebook to see at what point he is. From his notebook, my gaze goes to his hand, with which he's holding the pen, then to his muscular arm and then...

...his face.

He's very handsome. Also his concentration gives him more charm. I really like this type of guy and I'm actually starting to feel something on my stomach. It's not the usual anxiety. It's really pleasant. I feel like he's hypnotizing me. This is absurd, he's not even looking at me and still, he gives me this type of reaction.

While I'm staring at his beautiful features, he says something, still looking down at his work:

"I'm almost done, what about you?" I didn't really pay attention at what he said. I'm on another dimension right now.

As he didn't hear an answer from me, he turns to me and catches me staring. I don't really move, I just keep looking at him. And he doesn't seem uncomfortable. In reverse. I see him staring deeply into my eyes. As he says my name, I see him getting closer to me.

My heart is beating so fast, but at the same time I don't feel nervous. It's really strange.

We're getting closer and closer and I see his gaze going back and forth from my eyes and my lips. I can feel his hot breath on my mouth. We're so close, and...

"Wow little brother, I didn't know you were that fast with girls" Jungwook interrupts us.

We quickly get away from each other and blush very very hard.

"H-Have you ever heard of the words 'knocking on the door'?" Jungkook asks stuttering a bit.

"Why would I knock to enter MY room" the other one says.

He's kinda right, it's also his room. But he has no right to do so when there's a guest!

"Ohhhhh I see what's going on" the intruder says "Mr 'perfect twin' and Miss 'I'm afraid of everything' are a couple? Or maybe you just started dating? No no no, wait! I think I know. Perhaps you're both so desperate to fuck somebody, that you just decided to do it together. Am I right?"

As he says those words I see a smirk on his face. He really looks like the devil.

Unexpectedly, Jungkook stands up, grabs his brother by the neck and lifts his other hand, forming a fist.

I quickly stop his punch, grabbing his hand with both of mines and say:

"Stop it please!" I have tears in my eyes and both of the twins look at me shocked. "Please..." I say almost whispering and looking at the ground.

My heart feels broken for some reason. I feel like I'm the reason of their fight. The guiltiness doesn't want to leave my mind and decide to pervade my entire body. While I still hold Jungkook's fist, I can feel his hand relaxing. So I look up and see him letting go of the brother's neck.

I sight in relief as I rub my eyes, to make the tears go away. Just when I thought that everybody calmed down:

"Oh so you can speak?" Jungwook says laughing. As those words escape his mouth, I see Jungkook turning around to face him, but before something could happen I speak:

"Jungkook, it's ok. Don't worry"

Then I grab his arm, noticing that he didn't react to my word. I feel his muscles relaxing again and now are not tense anymore.

"I'm so sorry y/n.." he says "for having a dumb brother"

"Jungkook it's fine, really" I show my smile, but he doesn't calm down. Then the other one interrupts us, again.

"Can you stop being all lovely dovely in front of me?" he's laying on his bed now. Now he's making ME angry.

"Are you jealous?" I say. This is not me, it's just the anger that's talking. I usually just ignore those kind of behaviors, but this time it feels different. I look at him and I see him smirking.

"Why are you smiling?! I'm serious!" I shout at Jungwook.

"Things are going to be interesting."

I don't know what he means with that, but now I'm too angry to stay near him, so I just grab my rucksack and Jungkook's hand, and drag him out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

As we walk down the stairs, Jungkook keeps calling my name, but I don't answer him. It's the first time I feel THIS angry.

"Y/n!" he shouts pulling the hand with which I was holding his.

I then realize what happened, and how impulsive my action was. I quickly let go of his hand and apologize. I think I'm freaking out, literally. I'm shaking like crazy and my pupils can't stay still. I really look crazy and Jungkook seems to notice that I'm having a panic attack. As I keep bowing to him and say sorry, he grabs my shoulders and hugs me tight.

"Y/n, stop. Calm down"

As he talks to me with his calm and soothing voice, I feel his warm hand caressing my back and the other one holding my head, which is now leaned on his chest, making me feel his heartbeat. It's really calming and relaxing. As he keeps stroking my back, I instinctively put my hands around his waist and hug him back.

Jungkook's pov

It seems like she's calming down. I'll just stay like this for a bit more, until she calms down completely.

I keep caressing her back with my hand and I feel her hands and face on my chest. I like this sensation. It feels like I'm able to protect her like this. Suddenly I feel her hugging me back and hiding her face even more. She's adorable.

"Are you alright?" I ask trying to see her face, but she doesn't want to show it to me, but I feel her nodding in response.

"I'm so sorry for my brother. He's really annoying. And I'm also sorry for what you saw...I'm talking about me almost punching him. It's actually normal here. I just don't want to show this side of me outside"

As I talk, I feel one of her hands leaving my back and going to her face. It looks like she's rubbing it. Then she lets go of the hug and I see her smiling. As I look at her, I can see her eyes all red. Then she quickly turns around and grabs her rucksack.

While she's doing that, I look at my shirt. It's wet on my chest area.

"Y/n..." I whisper still looking at my shirt, without realizing that she's turning around.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!! I didn't mean to get it wet! I-I'll wash it. I'm so sor-" before she could end her sentence I pull her into another hug.

"It's my fault y/n. If only I locked the door. Nothing of this would have happened" I say as I hold her.

"Jungkook it's fine" she says pulling away and then grabbing my shoulders "I am fine. And you are fine. That's what matters, right?" her smile shows up. It's so beautiful.

Now that y/n is ok, I can walk her home. She says that I don't have to, but I insist.

So now we're walking to her house. We don't talk, at all, but it's not awkward. I see her still a bit scared, so I decide to hold her hand. She doesn't flinch and just tightens the grip. I smile a bit.

We keep walking and walking, still holding hands, until we arrive at her house.

"A part from my brother, it was great today" I say showing my best smile.

"Yes, it was!" but her smile beats mine.

I put my hand up to wave her goodbye, but...

She gives me a quick peck on the cheek. I widen my eyes. I'm looking at her, but somehow my mind seems distracted. Then I see her blushing and running away. As she enters inside her house I touch my right cheek, right in the spot in which she kissed me. I find myself smiling like an idiot.

After a bit, I finally decide to walk back home... I have something to fix.