#well we stick with tee here. love you all

[warriorprincesstramp]

looking back I was kind of destined to nonbinarily rename myself kit (my nintendo account name starts with kit and so did my moshi monsters username... kit short for katsuma you understand...) but before I was thinking about any of that stuff kit connor came onto the scene and I like... well I can't do that now it's kinda cringe... if I had no interest in the show it would be one thing but I was into the show I like kit connor... it's simply impossible now you see... of course if I cared that much none of that would matter I'd just do it anyway but well I don't... but in another universe at some point I would've been like hmmmm maybe I should call myself kit...

[jungwondazed]

18+ only. / jungwon likes you in a tee and only a tee

when we picture sex there's this image of naked bodies, skin to skin, that human proximity that makes up the intimacy of sex.

jungwon had his own ideals, and you realized this when you noticed his tendency to unclasp your bra, pulling down your pants and panties while leaving you completely naked under your t shirt. he only did this when he saw you walking around the apartment in a shirt that was far too big. but what did that matter when you were just home and no one else could see?

no one else but jungwon of course, and he sees right through it every time.

"wh-what made you get like this?" you breathe out in between the sloppy kisses he gives you while he pulls out the bra under your shirt, tossing it on the floor where you know you'll have a hard time finding later.

the fabric is rough against your sensitive nipples and you wince into his mouth, feeling the ghost of his smile. your pajama pants were long gone and he tapped the side of your thigh to get you to hover up so he could pull off your panties with one hand.

he lays you on the couch, feeling you up under your shirt and you look away in embarrassment. his gaze is lustful and you know that look all too well. he brings his hands to run behind your back, to grope your ass and up to your stomach, to your breasts. he touches you through the fabric because the idea of something so beautiful and intimate such as your body being behind just a thin layer of cloth turned him on to no end.

he lifted your shirt all the way to the top of your chest, leaning in to suck on your nipples. he moans, and you whimper. he's all over you and you're laying there taking it, letting him have at you like you have no will of your own. his tongue is wet and warm, kissing your breasts as if it was your lips, full-on making out with it. he brings the shirt down, covering your chest area as he starts licking down your stomach. the fabric seeps into his saliva that was on your nipples, and the cool air sends shivers to the area.

at this point you would think he could toss the shirt, but he keeps you covered once more. he sits up, leaning back, to admire your figure. he was shameless, and you were always too embarrassed to say anything to him. jungwon liked what he saw, and this was something to accept. he lifts the shirt just slightly over your stomach, lining his entrance into you.

his cock stretches you out and he's thrusting, pulling at your shirt as if he needed to grip onto something to fuck you the way he needed to. he palms your breasts against the fabric and brings down your collar to kiss your chest. the shirt is an accessory during sex, and he loves to toy with you in it. he handles you by pulling here, and there, and your body is just an object inside it.

"you look so good for me," he breathes out in between his thrusts, strands sticking to the side of his face.

he flips your body, gently pressing against your arch to deepen it, fucking you from the back, still pulling at the end of your shirt as he pounds into you. jungwon liked to see you covered this way, and long after you both cum in that raggedy shirt does he take it off, leaving you naked for him to play at again.

[sparklingchim]

pretty in pink; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.6k

rating: 18+

genre: dilf!jungkook, f2l, established relationship

warnings: 69, marking, dirty talk, bewb obsessed jaykay, sum spanks, multiple orgasms, clit play, fucking in a cute lingerie set <3, creampie, breeding kink, kinda strength kink i dunno, he gifts her a necklace w his INITIAL m actually sick 😐, overstimulation, no condoms must nut inside my gf's pussy then😁, two (2) nipple pinches, they're saur in love i hate them <3

summary: your first valentine's day with your boyfriend.

a/n: happy valentine's day my friends !!!! <3 our fav couple is back !!! w their first smut drabble 🤭 read their entire story here though it's not necessary to understand this drabble cos this is just plain pwp 😋

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“You gotta be quiet.”

“You’re telling me that?”

Jungkook’s scoff is laced with incredulity.

“You’re the one who hasn’t stopped groaning and moaning since we got in the bedroom!” you fire back in a whisper.

Jungkook is momentarily speechless. He eyes you up and down, open-mouthed. “Have you looked at yourself?”

Warmth spreads on your face. Okay, your body might be clad in nothing but a dainty, soft pink lingerie set, adorned with tiny pink and red roses everywhere, accentuating your curves, but that still doesn’t give him a free pass to be loud and possibly wake up Nabi.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were wearing this?” Jungkook’s palm smooths over the expanse of your ass, his eyes trained on your boobs. “Would’ve spent the whole day with you in bed.” His lips are absentmindedly shaped in a pout, fingers exploring your body as he thinks about all the ways he’s gonna have you.

“That’s not the point of a surprise.” Your palms are against his chest, the white t-shirt warm on your skin. While Jungkook made sure to undress you – awed gasps and ardent moans escaping his throat with each piece that he discarded on the floor, your pretty skirt and top he complimented you the entire day for, suddenly no longer worthy of his attention – he remained in his clothes.

The gold necklace with his initial on a little pendant around your neck shimmers in the dim light of the room.

It’s a tiny present from Jungkook. Your rule for today was clear, or so you thought – no presents. You should have known that Jungkook wouldn’t stick to it. You’re not complaining per se, you love the chain, but you feel a glimmer of regret that you didn’t get him anything.

“You look so pretty.” Jungkook’s eyes travel up to your face, briefly stopping at the necklace before the faintest hint of a smile settles on his face. He’s so soft. “My pretty baby.” His fingers are on your waist, drawing you closer.

You tug at the flannel shirt he’s wearing over the plain white t-shirt. “Take it off,” you mumble.

His flannel shirt hits the floor within a second. Your teeth sink in your bottom lip when Jungkook pulls his white tee over his head.

You swallow involuntarily at the sight of Jungkook’s chiselled chest. “Better like this.” Jungkook laughs at your hushed comment, but you ignore him and press light kisses along his broad chest.

Your hands move on their own, brushing past his abs, finding the taut muscles on his back.

He sighs above you, hands anchored in your ass. Your kisses lead you to his face, small, lingering smooches pressed on his sharp jawline, the corner of his lips, and then on his mouth. His lips are still plump from making out earlier. His tongue darts out, dancing around yours as he delivers a spank to your ass.

With a moan you pull off, nuzzling your face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. Your fingers work on his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers once you’ve managed to unbuckle it. He steps out of his clothes, getting rid of his socks as well.

You slowly sink down to your knees.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses at the view of you. In that pretty, innocent outfit, looking up at him beneath those guileless lashes. You wrap your hand around his already rock-hard cock, his veiny flesh twitches at your grasp and a breathless groan falls from Jungkook’s lips. “Spit on it.”

You gather saliva in your mouth before you let it hit his dick. A hiss follows. Your pump his cock, your mouth wraps around his tip and you begin to swivel your tongue around it.

“So good, baby.” Jungkook tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

His praise makes you take more of his cock and you swallow him deeper. Your eyes sting at Jungkook’s size, but through slow bobs of your head your throat gets accustomed to it.

“Just like that.” His fingers comb through his long locks, falling back like dominos. It’s a pretty picture, animating you to go faster. Jungkook grabs your hand at the base of his cock. “Think you can take it deeper?”

You rest both hands against his thighs and relax your jaw as you push his cock further down your throat. A restrained moan echoes through the room as you stay like that. His heavy palm lies against the back of your head, but he doesn’t force you down on his dick. It’s just there, weighty, possessive.

When you pull his cock from your mouth, your chest is heaving deeply. A thin string of saliva connects you to his dick. You stroke his cock, wet and sloppy sounds filling the air again. He pats your hair, his eyes pools of fulfilled satisfaction.

“Come here.” Jungkook drags you up by your elbow. “Your knees will hurt.”

You’re barely on your feet when Jungkook hauls you onto the bed. A tiny squeal flies past your mouth as Jungkook straddles you. His face is pressed into the soft mounds of your boobs, little kisses skittered across the swell of your tits peeking out from the bra.

You giggle at Jungkook’s sudden shift in demeanour, his palm kneading your boob roughly.

“I love your tits.” His voice is muffled. He doesn’t bother to lift his head to talk.

“I know.” You run your fingers through the fluffy chaos on his head.

You gasp when you feel his other hand sneak in between your thighs. His pad runs up and down your clothed pussy.

“You’re soaked, baby.” He sucks on your skin as he continues to play with your pussy. You can’t stop the little whimpers escaping you. Jungkook’s finger teases your clit and your hips uncontrollably buck into his hand. “Gonna make you feel so good.” His bunny teeth graze over his freshly made mark on the swell of your tit.

“Jungkook,” you mewl. You can’t endure his teasing. You need more.

“Sit on my face.”

“Huh?”

His face looms over yours. “Want you to sit on my face with that pretty pussy of yours.”

He rolls onto his back next to you.

“Come here, baby.” He gently coaxes you to sit up.

“Jungkook, I dunno if-”

“Shh.” His hand reassuringly brushes over your thigh. “The only sound I wanna hear is you cumming on my face.”

His soft, gentle fingers are a stark contrast from Jungkook’s dirty words. But that’s what pulls you to him. You throw a leg over his body, pussy just above Jungkook’s face like he wanted.

“That’s it.” His breath fans over your skin and shivers rise, a trembling and anticipating moan leaving your chest.

Cold air hits your pussy when Jungkook flicks your panties to the side. But only for a second because Jungkook doesn’t let much time pass before his tongue dives between your folds.

You cover your mouth with your hand to suppress the moans that were about to elicit from you.

One hand is on your ass to spread you open as his wet muscle explores the depths of your aching pussy.

“So sweet,” Jungkook murmurs, voice low, desperate even. “Always so fucking sweet.”

He circles your clit, shocks of pleasure spark everywhere. Your head hangs low, lips tightly pressed shut to keep the moans away. You wanna scream his name, tell him how good he makes you feel, but all you can do is reach for his cock and stuff your mouth with his dick to keep you quiet.

The startled moan against your pussy sends you closer to the edge. His cock is heavy on your tongue as you suck him, his precum a familiar taste that fills your mouth. The noises ricocheting off the walls are utterly obscene and filthy, they make you fall into a haze of absolute lust and need for more, please more.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper against his cock. You suck on his angry red, mushroom tip to hinder more sounds coming from you.

Jungkook hums, his devious tongue lapping against your clit. He smacks your ass, a throaty rasp bubbling between his lips. It has you pinching your eyebrows together, your body teetering on the brink of the abyss, right before bliss is going to engulf you altogether.

With another sweep across your pulsating nub, your legs begin to shake. You nuzzle your head in Jungkook’s thigh, emitting uncontrollable breathy whines as every part of you gets swamped by excruciating glee.

“That’s my baby.” Jungkook plants a kiss on your ass, his hand roaming over your back.

You catch your breath, slowly rising again. Your breath shudders when Jungkook’s finger skips over your wet folds. “Sensitive,” you whine. You turn around to straddle him.

His rosy cheeks are tinged in a darker shade, lips and chin glistening with your juice. Jungkook’s hands naturally fall on your waist. He shifts a little so is back is flush against the headboard.

“You’re a little messy.” A shy smile plays on your lips. Jungkook grins knowingly.

His tongue peeks out to gather the remnants of your taste. You lean down to give him a chaste kiss, pussy brushing over his cock in the process.

You’re still sensitive because of the intense climax Jungkook pulled from you, but the feeling of his hard length rubbing against your folds has you grinding your hips.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Jungkook curses at your wet pussy on his cock. His dick is prettily lying against his abdomen and you gently rock your pussy against it, his mushroom tip leaking with precum.

Jungkook leans toward the bedside table and opens the drawer. He comes up empty handed.

“There are no condoms left.” You’re on the pill, but sometimes Jungkook likes to be extra careful.

Habitually, Jungkook grabs a pillow from beside him and stuffs it between the headboard and the wall. It wouldn’t be the first time that you woke little Nabi up with the inconvenient sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

“As if you would mind.” You lift your hips to point his cock at your entrance, panties pushed to the side.

“I shouldn’t nut in you every time we fuck.” He helps to align his cock.

“I mean, you don’t have to.”

Jungkook remains silent. You giggle when no words leave his mouth. He loves to cum inside your pussy. Can’t help himself when your warm walls wrap around him in a tight hug.

You take his cock inch for inch. No sounds leave both of you, but the blistering pleasure contorts your faces. His entire length vanishes inside you. Your palms are on his broad chest, hips gingerly starting to sway back and forth.

“Jungkook,” you mewl in a small voice.

“Pussy so good,” he mumbles dreamily, eyes attached to the gold necklace around your neck.

It bounces with every move, the little initial on it sparking something in Jungkook that makes him want to have you like this forever. It’s a tiny twinkling J between your collar bones, but it unravels possessiveness across his chest, something fierce and stormy that forces him to dig his fingers into your skin.

You grind your hips faster, clit rubbing against him in desperate attempts to cum again. His cock is nestled deep inside you, stretching your little pussy wide open.

Jungkook’s eyes travel to your tits bounce within the confines of your bra. His hand reaches forward to tug one cup down, thumb tweaking at your pebbled nub, drawing a sharp hiss from you.

You teasingly flick at his nipple in return, making Jungkook twitch beneath you. With a smile on his face, he catches your wrist before you can repeat it.

A silly giggle flies past your lips. But it quickly fades when Jungkook’s finger rubs circles on your clit. “Oh!” Your brows knit. “That’s not fair,” you utter through a pout.

A wicked smirk tugs at his mouth. “Want you to cum around my cock.” His filthy words spur you own. “You can do that, right?”

“Yes,” you immediately say in a breathy tone, eyes fluttering close when Jungkook latches his mouth on your nipple, tongue wet and warm as he swirls it around.

With one hand he guides you along, your fingers grasping for his shoulders as you go faster.

“You look so fucking pretty.” The way he looks up to you beneath his eyelashes, face pressed between your tits, pulls a prolonged, desperate whine from you.

“So close.” It’s barely intelligible, a mumble of high-pitched words.

Everything’s too much and you come undone on Jungkook’s cock, walls clenching around him as your high overtakes you wholly. Your forehead falls against his shoulder, hands diving into his raven hair as you try to keep your moans at a low volume.

His palms grab handfuls of your ass. “That felt so good, didn’t it, baby?”

You nod against his shoulder, the aftershocks of it clouding your mind. You feel so weak but

Jungkook’s sweet nothings are like a fuzzy blanket comforting you.

Jungkook rolls the both of you around. You’re on your back, the soft duvet an inviting comfort.

Jungkook hovers above you, cock still buried deep inside you. Having his sweaty, ripped body dangling in front of you makes you salivate.

While he gently cups your head in his palm, he thrusts inside you harshly. His thumb strokes your bottom lip. Instinctually, you wrap your mouth around it, gently sucking on the pad of his thumb.

“Gonna fill you up,” Jungkook says, a restrained groan following. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Want your pussy full of my cum.”

“Please,” you whisper. “Want it so bad.” Jungkook’s hair sticks to his face. You tuck his wispy flyaway behind his ear.

Mindlessly, your fingers reach for the small pendant on your chest. You play with it, legs wrapping around Jungkook’s body.

A breathless rasp leaves Jungkook as he watches you toy with his golden initial. “All mine.”

Jungkook’s eyes are pools of determination and love. “You’re all mine.”

A crazy, lovesick, smile appears on your face.

Jungkook crashes his mouth on yours. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but your heart flutters.

“Cum with me.”

“Jungkook, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

His finger is back on your overly sensitive clit. You shake, nails digging into his back.

“Jungkook.”

“You’re gonna cum with me.” His pushes are relentless, driving his cock into you in fast paces. He puts pressure on your clit just the way you like it, drawing little circles on it.

Jungkook sneaks one hand on the back of your thigh and pushes your leg up. His dick reaches deeper and you’re sure you’re actually seeing stars.

Your high comes crashing down on you with full force, it’s unexpected and pulls a loud moan from you. Jungkook’s hips stutter as he spills inside you. He forces a few more deep pumps before he stills.

“Fuck.” Jungkook pulls his cock out of you. With one finger he keeps your panties to the side to see his cum stuffed in your pussy. “Love you with my cum inside you.”

You nudge his shoulder with your foot. “Go away.”

“I love you.” It’s a gentle whisper, sparks shining in his doe eyes as he watches you.

“Love you too.” You lift your head to give him a sweet kiss. Jungkook gives your boob a kiss in return, tugging the cup back up he had greedily lowered earlier.

Jungkook plops down beside you on the bed. He softly kisses your forehead.

“You should pee.”

“ ‘m sleepy.”

“Baby.” His voice is stern.

“Mhmm,” you sulk, but nonetheless, you stand up.

Your legs shake when you stand on your feet. Jungkook’s arm stretches to catch your hips.

“You good?”

A timid smile crosses your face. “Yeah.”

With wobbly legs you throw his flannel shirt over your skimpy clothed body on your way out.

“I can’t believe we were quiet enough for Nabi not to wake-”

A high-pitched scream reaches the bedroom.

“Nevermind,” Jungkook mumbles, rising to his feet.

You giggle as you watch him fetch his briefs.

Some things might never change.

[maiiuelle]

˚❀˚

when you and jj first get together, he really makes an effort to impress you. the boy doesn’t have much to give, having grown up with the shirt on his back and not much else, but he’s eager to make you feel special. he’s no stranger to women, being a pretty hot commodity for pogue girls and tourists but he never sticks around long enough for anything to be considered serious. he’s a free spirit at heart, and before he took interest in you, that boy couldn’t be tied down. your first date was one to remember, the only warning beforehand being a cryptic text saying: “meet me at the dock at 6?”

you’re ecstatic, even though he didn’t explicitly say it’s a date, you’re hoping it will be. you’re something of a hopeless romantic, and your growing crush on maybank was driving you crazy. you put on a pretty sundress, curl your hair into messy coils and pack one of your crocheted shoulder bag with your wallet and emergency lip gloss.

you get there right on time, the sun just starting to set over the marsh. you shuffle nervously to the end of the dock, where you find jj leaning over the wooden railing.

“jayj?” your voice is soft, trying not to startle him. he turns his head and his body follows, but before he can greet you he’s taken in by your dress, his blue eyes transfixed on it’s short frilly skirt. he’s in his usual garb, a white tee and cargo shorts, which you still find very charming. you blink up at him shyly, not knowing why you’re so nervous, after all it’s just jj.

“uh—hey!” he lifts his baseball cap, running his hand through his hair as he tries to keep his eyes on yours. “whatcha all dressed up for?”

“oh, i dunno. was just excited to get out of the house, i guess.” your cheeks heat up, suddenly concerned that you misread the situation entirely.

he nods. “i’m glad you did. y’look very nice.” he lets his eyes linger on your dress a second longer before he clears his throat and reaches for your hand. “would you.. be interested in an exclusive boat tour of this here marsh on the hms pogue?”

you slip your hand into his, tilting your head curiously. “ooo — i’d be honored.” he starts to lead you down the wooden ramp to where the boat is floating against the dock, and once it comes into view your sweet smile turns into surprise.

he spread out a picnic blanket over the front of the boat, and a big bowl of fruit, two subs from haywards, and an empty beer can stuffed with wildflowers sits in the center. you just feel warm, relieved that clearly your feelings are mutual, and this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you. “oh — jj!” you jump into his arms, hugging him tight. “this is beautiful, you planned all of this?”

as you pull away to admire the boat again, his touch lingers on your waist, still holding you close. “‘course i did, cupcake. you like it?”

you huddle close to his side again, looking up at him with anticipation. “do i like it? i love it! this is amazing.”

“well, i’m glad.” jj smiles down at you before clearing his throat, getting flustered already. “c’mere, we should get out there while the sun’s still setting.” he takes hold of your hand, adjusting his hat again in an attempt to hide his rosy face. he helps you onto the boat, where you sit atop the blanket to admire the flowers he picked while he drives you out into the marsh.

the two of you fill the hot summer air with giggles over the roaring motor, but eventually the boat sputters to a stop at a nice clearing. the yellow and orange clouds paint over the still water beautifully, and singsonging birds chirp in the distance. the scene before you looks like something out of your favorite romance movies. jj makes his way to the bow, making sure the anchor is set.

“dig in, you don’t gotta wait on me.” he laughs and finally settles down next to you, popping a strawberry into his mouth casually. he gestures to the sandwiches, eyebrows creased in slight concern. “said you like italian, right?”

“oh yeah — who doesn’t?” you smile, helping yourself to some of the fruit too. “this is all so sweet, jayj. really.”

he waves a hand in the air, brushing it off. “well shucks, you’re sweet, cupcake.” he can’t keep his eyes off of you, between how your skin is glowing in the low sunlight, your dress, hair, lips — he can barely handle it. “y’deserve it, a girl like you’s once in a lifetime.”

you blink at him, his compliments going right to your burning cheeks. “you really think that?”

“you kidding? of course i do.” he rubs his jaw, shrugging like it’s obvious as he leans forward. “m’just lucky enough to be here with you.”

“jayj.” you lean on your arm, tilting your head as you stare back at him. you lick your glossy lips, and he feels like you can read his mind. your mind is spinning, heart racing as he moves closer, reaching gently to tuck your hair behind your ear. you lean into his palm, letting him guide you into a soft first kiss.

˚❀˚

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

Bikini

y/n has a party to go to, however, she is wearing a skimpy bikini that john b, her uncle, does not approve of.

warnings

mentions of nudity, inappropriate pictures sent, some smut, cursing, back talk, fighting with dad

y/n has saved up money to buy this pink and green floral bikini for your boyfriend, tristen’s pool party. you must admit, it was pre

tty skimpy, but it wasn’t anything the other girls didn’t wear. 

the day had finally came for you to wear the bikini. you put it on in your room, checking yourself out in the mirror, and damn did you look good. 

you walked out of your room to leave before your dad could see you but a quick “stop.” made you turn around and look at him. 

“where do you think your going dressed like that, young lady?” your uncle jb asked, even though you thought it was your dad.

“party, later” you snapped back at him turning around to keep leaving. 

“don’t turn your back on me” he said angrily, “go change, that bathing suit is way to tiny.” 

“your not my dad.” you looked at him with an eye roll. 

“well than let’s call him.” you didn’t know he wasn’t home so the call caught you off guard 

“your such a fun sucker” you say sticking your tongue out. 

sarah walked in “hey y/n/n, i love that suit!” 

“sarah thinks it’s fine.” you look at john b 

“well sarah’s a girl. of course she thinks it’s fine.” john b snapped right back.

“well this is what im wearing so you’ll have to deal with it.”

“who’s party even is its?” he asked, almost letting the suit slide. 

“tristen’s “ you smirk back at him.

“nope, not going. i don’t trust that boy, or his dad.” you knew your aunts and uncles had issues with topper, but that just made it more romantic to you. 

“ugh your so annoying! other girl will be there dressed just like me!” you yelled 

“well im not the other girls uncle.” he came up as an excuse. 

“well im leaving, later”

“don’t expect your dad not to here about this!” you flipped his off as you walked out. 

after sarah was sure you were gone, she asked john b “why does it matter? i dress like that all the time, if not, worse.”

“exactly. all i can think about is how hot you look, i don’t want a 15 year old boy to be in that position with our niece.” he says shaking his head. “i miss when she was younger and actually listened to us.” 

sarah just nodded her head sitting next to john b. “she’ll be alright.” 

“ok but i’m still telling jj.” sarah just rolled her eyes and walked back to thrr we or room. 

after the party

“y/n sit down, your dad will be here in a minute” were the first words you heard when you walked into the house. 

“ughhhh your so annoying! why do you even care!” you yell at him. “it’s not like i’m walking around naked!” 

“you basically are” john b said under his breath.

you let out another sigh before walking into your room. 

“i told you to stay out here y/n!” hearing your uncle jb, who was usually chill, yell at you, had your mind made up that you should just listen. 

you rolled your eyes and walked back out of your room, sitting on the couch with your arms crossed, giving john b an angry look. 

“look kid i know you’re mad at me but you know i am just trying to protect you, 15 year old boys are dumb.” he said trying to make eye contact with you. “i should know, i was one.” 

“can you at least call sarah. i don’t want to talk to him alone.” you say giving jb puppy dog eyes. 

“i’ll go get her, change into some clothes, please.” you walked back into your room and put on a tee shirt and sweatpants. you didn’t bother taking off the suit, because you knew your dad would want to see it. 

you got a text from tristen, asking to see it one more time so you took off the shirt and pants to take a picture in your full length mirror for him. 

“hot, but i’d like it better on your bedroom floor 😝” he sent back. you just smiled at the text when john b called you back. you put the clothes back on and walked back out, seeing your dad there, furious. 

“great” you said in your head, but still sarcastically. 

“why is it even a big deal!” you ask throwing your hands up. 

“we’re just trying to keep you protected, y/n” your dad said to you, trying to keep his cool. “if i hear that you talk back to your uncle or aunts one more time, you won’t have to worry about what you wear, cause you won’t be going anywhere.” he added

“god he was the one saying that it was too revealing, why was he even looking!?” you yell

“hard to fucking not when you walk out of the house in a string!” john b yelled back. 

“can i see the suit?” jj asked. 

“gladly.” you said rolling your eyes as you took off the shirt and sweatpants. 

“where did you even get that from?” he asked 

“bought it. you can’t stop me from wearing it, it’s mine.” you said in a tone.

“i know i look good in it, everyone said so.” you scoffed. 

“go to your room.” jj said, pissed off. 

“great, that’s all i wanted anyway.” you said in a tone walking back.

“what a fucking brat.” john b said in an annoyed voice. “when did she get like that.” 

“your telling me. just give her time to cool off, im sure she’s had some drinks anyways.

jj wasn’t wrong, you were drinking at the party. 

you decided to send that picture to tristen, almost as a snap back at jj and john b. 

“come over” tristen responded with. that convinced you. you put on the still damp suit and shorts and a cute shirt to head over to tristen’s house. 

“dad, i’m leaving” you yell out to him as you walk out.

“where are you even going?” john b asked. 

“wouldn’t you like to know.” you snapped back. but after realizing that could get you grounded, because you know john b would tell on you, you gave him a one word reply, “tristen’s” john b decided to let it slide, even though it was talking back because you did tell him

jj knocked on the door of your room, not knowing you left. he opened the door to see you not there. 

“do you know where she went?” 

“she went back to tristen’s house i guess” he answered

“why’d you let her leave” jj asked annoyed. 

“she knows how to fight back, there wasn’t anything i could do anyway.” 

tristen’s house 

topper and his girlfriend weren’t home, so they had the house to themselves. their make out led to well, you know. 

jj knocked on the door in the middle of it. they had cameras, what kooks so they could see him on the screen in tristen’s room.

“ugh great.” you sigh, putting your clothes back on. 

he knocked again, this time you answering the door right after.

“come on, were you going home.” you followed him, knowing there was no fighting him. 

back at the château

the boys decided they would let sarah talk to her. 

“can i come in y/n/n?” she asked through the door. 

“i guess” you answered. 

she talked to you about the bikini, how she liked it, and you liked it, but unfortunately, some growing boys would like it more. you cringed at the comment, but you knew she hated it too. she made you apologize to the boys, then took you bikini shopping. 

[persphonesorchid]

Spring Crescent - JJK x reader

Summary: Just you, Jungkook, and spring time.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: one swear, they shower together.

Wc: 2.0k

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Notes: Dedicated to the loml @xpeachesncream !! I HAD to keep it secret (keep it safe lmao) from you even though you kept asking what 'the jk thing' was. Happy birthday my love, I wish you the best, because you deserve it and way more! Here's to more of our crackhead conversations and simping over men! I love you ❤️

“Baby...” Jungkook’s voice is a rumble in his chest, against your back, sleepy and barely there. He’s warm where he’s pressed against you, legs tangled somewhere lower with yours and the sheets.

You’re awake, have been for a while, but not wanting to move and disturb him. Watching the chill of the night cling still to the window, and the slow rise of the sun that heralded a new day.

Bits of frost melts and slides away as winter wanes and ushers in spring. You follow the slow slide of frost down the window with your eyes, and Jungkook shifts behind you. The tip of his nose is cold where he brushes it against the back of your neck.

“You awake?” He shifts and his hair tickles your neck, he props his chin on your arm, sleepy eyes peering at you behind the mess of his hair. “Hi.”

“Hi,” You smile, freeing your other arm from the warmth of the sheets to brush his hair back. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm.” Jungkook hums before he flops down behind you, pressing his chest against your back, “Ah, it’s so cold.” He whines.

“Well,” you chuckle, “You refused to put the heater on, so it's your fault.” You shift away from him to get up, and he only whines louder as you escape.

“Where are you going?” You’re already halfway across the room, and he’s wrapped the covers tightly around himself, eyes sleepy and hair everywhere. “Come back here and keep me warm.”

“I have to pee. Want me to stand here and do it?”

“You’re so...” Jungkook sighs loudly, his fingers peeking out from the covers to shoo you away, “Fine. Begone.”

Laughing, you make your way across the hall to do your business. It wasn’t long before Jungkook followed, the shuffling of his slippers giving him away. You’re brushing your teeth when he knocks and opens the door, making a face at you.

“Traitor. You weren’t planning on coming back to bed.” He says, you smile at him through the toothpaste, and he drags his feet over to the toilet.

The toilet flushes, and Jungkook’s next to you, nudging you to the side so he could wash his hands. He plucks his toothbrush from the hanging holder mounted on the wall, “We should go for a walk...there’s this new place that opened a couple blocks from here...we can get breakfast there?”

“Sounds good...” You spit the toothpaste foam out of your mouth, “But do we really have to walk all the way there?”

“It’s good exercise!” Jungkook sticks his toothbrush into his mouth while you rinse yours. You wander over to the shower, more than ready to take a hot one before Jungkook stops you. “Wait, wait. Don’t go in without me.”

You wait another two minutes while he finishes brushing his teeth, busying yourself with getting fresh towels from the cabinet. When he’s done and he’d carefully put his toothbrush back into the holder, he complains once again about the cold as he slips out of his large tee-shirt and sweats, hopping into the shower before you do despite asking you to wait.

You follow not long after, the water’s already flowing in a steady hot stream while Jungkook just stands there under it with his eyes closed like he’s found the fountain of youth. He leans his head back a little too far, then jerks it forward, sputtering.

“That went right up my nose, fuck.” He steps out from under the water, maneuvering you to take his spot with gentle hands. He blows the water out his nose, rinsing his fingers with the water that flows off of you.

Jungkook pokes at your sides with his fingers when you turn to grab the bar of soap and the washcloth. “Hey, d’you think if I smack your ass right now it’ll hurt more because of the water?”

“You know, regular people plan stories in their heads in the shower.”

“So that’s a no?”

You turn around just in time to catch Jungkook’s hand on the draw back. “Don’t,” you laugh, pressing his hand to his side, “I’ll smack you right back.”

“I’d like that though...” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, giving you a smirk that looks as dangerous as the droplets of water sliding down his flushed chest.

“I know you would, you little freak.” You chuckle, giving him the soap and the washcloth, “Get lathering.”

By the time you and Jungkook get out of the shower, the sun’s up a little more, past the slightly gray clouds and shining into your shared bedroom with its beautiful morning glow.

Jungkook makes sure you’re both properly dressed to brace the Spring’s chill, passing you a pair of fleece lined tights and fitted sweatpants, along with a light blue sweater and a long white coat.

“You’re always stealing my hair ties...” you mumble, as Jungkook sits between your legs, letting you brush his hair back to tie somewhere in the middle. The hairs at the front that’s too short to make the pull hangs loosely on his forehead.

“We’ve been over this, babe. Our hair ties.” You shake your head even though he can’t see you, trying to tame the fly-aways near his nape that refuses to lie down.

You’re down the stairs in the next five minutes, after Jungkook took forever to decide if he was going with the long or short coat, both of which were black. He’s now wiggling his feet – clad in those ungodly toe-socks he likes for reasons you would never understand – into his boots while you do the same. With perfectly, socially acceptable socks.

The chill isn’t as bad with your layers, but you shiver nonetheless as Jungkook locks the house. You stare at the car, a little forlornly when Jungkook throws an arm over your shoulder and directs you out the driveway and down the sidewalk.

He’s humming some song he says he’d heard somewhere, brows furrowed because he just can’t remember the name of it or where he heard it from. You weave your way through the other few early morning walkers, off to their own destinations, exchanging pleasantries as you pass them by.

There’s a young girl helping her mother set up the eye-catching sidewalk displays in front of a flower shop, talking and laughing about something. People who decided to brace the cold in thin sweaters while they jog past you and Jungkook.

You don’t mind the walking so much now that Jungkook has you tucked close to his side as he talks about how pretty the flowering trees look. You can see the trees that guard different spots in the park a good ways away, some of them in little clusters of pink and whites and pale yellows.

Jungkook points out the small diner tucked between two other buildings as you draw nearer, wondering out loud what their breakfast menu would look like. There’s a little tinkle of a bell somewhere above you when Jungkook opens the door and lets you walk in first, and you’re greeted with blissful warmth and a comforting smell of coffee and fresh bread and sweet pastries.

The inside is small and neat, booths with brown leather seats tucked into sides and corners, tables and chairs in more open spaces. All the tables are dotted with cutlery and napkin holders, and little shakers with neat labels, all on top of large white doilies. White tiled walls reflecting the hanging lights that are on despite the daylight streaming in through the large clear windows, dark brown hardwood floors that look nicely polished.

There’s a digital menu on a TV screen on the wall behind the counter, with little pop-ups of daily specials and limited time drinks. A display showcase divided by two with warm and cold pastries, different types of bread on trays at the bottom. It's surprisingly empty, but you’re sure more people would show up in a little time.

Jungkook makes a soft ‘Oohing’ sound as he goes over to the showcase, eyeing the different flaky pastries on display inside. “They’ve got blueberry jam tarts!”

A door behind the counter swings open, and a girl who looks to be in highschool, fixing the straps of the beige apron she wears under the collar of her black tee-shirt. “Hi, I’m sorry I kept you waiting!”

“We just walked in, don’t worry.” You smile at her, and by the way she flutters nervously through asking you and Jungkook what you’d have, you could tell it’s her first job.

Jungkook leans down a little to ask, “What’d you want?”

You hum quietly, squinting at the menu thoughtfully. They have a variety of options, American and Asian breakfast foods all of which catch your eye and make you indecisive.

“Chosilog?” Jungkook asks, looking at the menu and then back at you, and you only nod because you’d be standing there forever trying to decide. He orders while you look at the pastries again, thinking about getting some of the cupcakes with the pretty swirled icing on top.

You and Jungkook sit in a booth near the large glass window, watching the people passing by and onwards. The diner is a little fuller now, and there’s two people behind the counter trying to keep the line to a minimum. You’d both stacked your used utensils neatly in one corner, with the cupcakes you’d wanted tucked into a neat little white box and your coffee in a take-away cup, you left.

Jungkook swings your joined hands between you both as you walk the couple more blocks to the park. Jungkook wanted to take photos of the trees, and who are you to deny him?

You’re sitting on a bench, now that Jungkook has enough photos of you both and the trees that he can change his wallpaper at least fifteen times. The trees look prettier up close, flowers and leaves being plucked off their stems and flowing down in the breeze.

"They're really pretty." You say, staring up at the small yellow flowers sprouting on the branches of a large sansuyu tree. Jungkook presses his lips against your temple and lingers there, fingers making a home of the spaces between your own.

"I've seen prettier things."

There’s people walking to and fro, minding their own businesses, Jungkook’s head leaning on your shoulder as he furiously texts the group chat he’s in with his friends. He's forced to put his phone on silent, as it keeps going off every second like his friends decided to wake up at the same time to chat.

“Ready to head back?” Jungkook asks, lifting his head from your shoulder to prop his chin there. He tucks his phone into the pocket of his coat, “We’ve both got nothing to do today, so we can watch a movie or something...”

You hum your agreement, and you and Jungkook make your ways back up the couple blocks towards home.

Now you’re curled up next to Jungkook, warm and comfy with a show on the TV you’re barely playing mind to. Staring at Jungkook, who’s staring at the TV with rapt attention, buttered popcorn in his hand, mouth still chewing at the bit he put there before.

“You’re not gonna miss a thing if you blink.”

He throws a half popped kernel at you without looking, and it bounces off you and skitters to the floor. He doesn’t pay you much attention, except his fingers softly tugging at the material of your sweatpants for no reason at all, or when you poke his side and he remembers to blink.

The box that held the cupcakes sits empty on the coffee table, now only holding the cupcake wrappers and smudges of frosting. Softly, Jungkook nudges you a little, shifting so that his legs are behind you. He sets the half empty bowl of popcorn aside, opening his arms for you to lay down.

You go without complaint, laughing when Jungkook sputters, brushing your hair away from his face with that hand that wasn't under your head. He tucks your head under his chin, sighing as he relaxes.

The comfort of your day lasts till the end of it, where it’s just you and Jungkook.

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[igglemouse]

Can someone explain to me how Sofia is already bragging about getting a part? How lucky can one woman get? Maybe she's lying about it? You never know with that one but...ugh, again, how does this happen?

So yeah all I can do is pass time until my own acting debut and that news, whether she's telling the truth or not, is only going to motivate me. She is a friend, for sure, but she really doesn't deserve more than what she has. Have you felt that way about someone? Someone just having a little too much? That's Sofia.

So, I need to keep that woman out of my mind and focus on my own career, which while it might start humbly, it will end with me being one of the best of the best, and it all begins here, in the make up and dressing rooms. Can't say the staff here are the best but what can you expect for a laundry commercial?

And before I get on stage and PERFORM I'm letting my fans keep up with me, all ten of them! We all have to start somewhere, don't we? I think, a year from now, that number will be 100x more, if not even more than that! I think I look good as a pirate!

"Yo-ho-ho and a bottle o' Suds! Dabra's the one that everyone loves! So raise that anchor and set your sails, because Dabra will never fail!" I sing the jingle, with perfection, I might add. Of course at the end of the commercial I must do the thing, you know the thing, you've seen the commercials, probably one too many times...

"So say the magic word, ABRACADABRA! That's the Dabra Detergent Gua-ran-tee!"

Yeah you know what? I think that went pretty well but of course, right? I'm a star in the making!

So yeah, this was a pretty good day! I think once that commercial hits your airwaves you will remember it, you'll remember that little jingle, it'll wriggle itself into your ear and stick in your mind and you too will be buying Dabra Detergent! ABRACADABRA!

After showering I get a call from Phi and I let her know that really everything has gone pretty well. She's really excited for me but lets me know that she hopes she can get her life going too. I think she can if she just, you know, gets up and does something about it.

As for me, I actually have a date tonight with someone I met on that dating site, by the way...

So I head to the nearby bar since that's where I'm supposed to meet this guy, Armino or something? Yeah, for whatever reason he's not here so all I can do is order a drink and wait. I'll give him twenty minutes max.

But eventually he does appear, taking the seat next to me and introducing himself as Arminio Cotta. He has a pretty full beard and he immediately apologizes for being late and blames his work for that.

So we find a seat deeper into the bar and away from the bar as you know it can get pretty crowded there. At first we are feeling each other out, wanting to know how much of our profile is true and what is fake. This guy had said he was successful and I'm not sure what he means by that so I am blunt and just ask.

"Oh," he starts, "Well, can I say that it's partly a lie?"

"Uh oh," I reply.

He laughs and waves away my concerns. "It's just that success to me is the work you put in every day to get better. No, I'm not a simbillionaire, or even a simmillionaire, but I work like I will become one and so that's what will happen."

"Oh..." now that is something I can vibe with. "I like that, you know that one day you will get there-"

"It is no guarantee but...I think there is a 90% chance that a year from now, maybe a little more, I'll be the richest man in the world!"

"I can dig it!" We all do have our dreams!

"And what about you?" he asks, eying me down. "I'm glad you're not a cat fish. You look exactly like your profile picture. Hard to imagine a woman like you being single."

"Oh umm...I guess i'm just picky."

"I've always wanted a woman like you," he says, and that raises my brow. I know he's about to say something that is going to ruin this date, I can just feel it. "Aspiring actress, model pretty, making everyone around me jealous. There is one issue though-"

"Oh?" I'm entertaining this right now because why not? In my mind he's already a hard no, I may as well leave this date with a story to tell.

"Your breasts, they are a little on the small side. I imagine in your line of work you've been asked to upgrade them? How are you going to win parts when your competition is working with, hmmm, a little more?"

"Alright, Ammo, I'm out," lets hope my next date goes a little better.

Teresa Tejedor - Next Episode 1.4

[bratkook]

medicine. (m) kth. jjk

I’ve had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

I’m coming down I figured out I kind of like it, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you ride it. 

pairing. jungkook x reader x taehyung genre. smut, pwp word count. 9k warnings. no plot, just vibes (and smut), grunge!taekook, threesome, oral sex, voyeurism (jungkook likes to watch okay), protected sex, multiple orgasms, tummy bulging summary. a drunken night at a dive bar after a show was always a given, finding yourself in some form of chaos before the night was over, and as two strangers walk in with eyes that sparkle with mischief, you make it your personal mission to have them be your reckless decisions of the night.  note. i was on a smashing pumpkins kick and this was born hehe, just picture taekook in baggy band tees right after a show, cornering you in a dive bar makes me want to bark so enjoy !! (also its been a hot minute since i’ve posted so give me some love or ill cry tysm bye) ALSO MADE A PLAYLIST FOR IT HERE !

Nothing in the universe tops the feeling you get after a show, the high coursing through you in a rush that leaves you jittery and searching for more. Maybe that feeling is the reason why you make so many reckless decisions after shows, on the hunt for the next activity to keep the high going, doing things that had you running from cops with a group of people you just met, or waking up somewhere new with no recollection of how you got there. 

As you follow the group of people you just met into the local dive bar, you can only hope that whatever choices come next don’t involve a chase because you’re not sure your shoes can keep up. You don’t get a chance to take a look at the interior as you step in, an arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you in so someone can ask you a question. 

“What are we drinking tonight?” His long blonde hair brushes against your face as he pulls back, staring down at you with a smile. You had met him when the show first started, apologizing to him when a shove from the crowd left you spilling your beer on his shoes. He had been friendly and easily welcomed you into the small group of friends he had with him, and that was all the convincing you needed to stick with them. 

“Shots, always.” You wrap an arm around him too, laughing when he asks the rest of his friends and they all agree with you. 

“Tequila?” he asks. 

“Tequila.” With your confirmation he releases your shoulder and approaches the bar, ordering a round of shots for everyone. The chatter continues when he leaves, talking about the last band's set, laughing as you all shimmy into a torn up booth while you recall the guy that had managed to make it on stage even with a bloody nose. 

Loud cheers erupt when he comes back balancing the shots impressingly well, some spillage happening as he sets them down and slides them around but everyone manages to claim a glass. “To Jace,” one of them yells out with a shot glass in the air, and you’re partially grateful because you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you. 

“And to new friends,” he adds on, more cheers sounding out before everyone throws back their shots. The burn hits your throat instantly, making you shut your eyes as you take it in, not seeing when two stragglers walk in and join the party. 

“I knew we’d find you bastards here.” Your eyes open back up, landing on the guys standing at the end of the booth, one of which you remember as the man on stage with the bloody nose. His face is all cleaned up now, smiling as if nothing had ever happened, long brown waves falling around his face. His lip ring catches your eye as you give him a once over while he talks to Jace, slowly scanning him, seeing the Sonic Youth shirt he has on, deciding then and there that he was cute and you’d be making it your personal mission to have him be your reckless decision of the night. 

Well, until his friend speaks up and you know you’re in trouble. His hands cup the first boys face, black chipped nails squishing his cheek obnoxiously as he snickers. “We had to go clean up his face. Didn’t feel like digging through the crowd to find you guys again.” 

You’re pretty sure your face spells it out for anyone who's looking at you, wide eyes caught in a trance as you look at him. His hair is blonde, dark roots barely peeking through, long tendrils falling against his cheek, allowing him to tuck strands behind his ear. He also has his lip pierced, two hoops on the right side, glimmering as he runs his tongue along them. An oversized green flannel is draped over him, allowing you a small glimpse of The Stooges shirt he had on. 

“Got room for two more?” His question is directed at you, something you realize when you look back up at his face and see his eyes looking directly at you. It takes you a second to react, realizing you’re at the end of the booth, quickly nodding and scooching as far as you can to allow them both to shimmy in. 

“More shots?” Jace asks, slaps on the table and cheers of yes being the only response he needs before he's stepping back out of the booth and heading back to the bar. As your eyes follow him to the right, they land on the boys next to you, seeing them both already staring at you with a look of curiosity on their faces. 

“You’re a new face, aren’t you?” the blonde one asks, a grin growing on his lips. “Blink twice if someones blackmailing you to hang out with them here.” He inches closer, wide eyes focused on your own, trying not to laugh when you do your best not to blink. 

“I’m here on my own free will. I spilled some beer on Jace so—“

“So he called it even by inviting you here? Sounds like blackmail to me.” The brunette laughs now, leaning forward to see you over his friend’s shoulder. 

“I mean, is it really blackmail if I’m getting free shots out of it?”

“Oh shit, maybe Jace is the one getting blackmailed. Good strategy you have there. My name’s Taehyung.” The brunette extends his hand over, offering it to you for a quick shake with a warm smile on his face. 

“I’m Jungkook,” the blonde next to you introduces himself too, placing his hand over Taehyung’s as you shake it, smiling when he hears you laugh. 

“Y/N.” Your voice holds traces of amusement, eyes focusing on your hands when you feel Taehyung rub his thumb along your knuckles before they both pull away. “Do you guys go to shows together often?”

“Every week,” Jungkook laughs, a small smile on his face, only getting wider when Jace comes back with another round of shots, immediately snatching one for himself. “We’re always at The Smell, maybe we’ve run into each other.” Jungkook throws his shot back first, grimacing as he sets the glass back down. 

“I don’t think so, I’d definitely remember meeting you both.”

“Oh, we’re totally worth remembering,” Taehyung chuckles, fingers tracing the edge of the shot glass, sending you a small smile when he looks your way. “And we’d definitely remember a pretty face like yours.” His words are smooth, spoken so confidently it makes a strange warmth blossom inside of you, leaving you with no choice but to look away as you try to hide your smile. 

“Stop buttering me up and take your shot,” you mumble, trying desperately to deflect the way they were both so easily having an effect on you. It's clear they enjoy it, smirks growing on their faces, Taehyung chuckling under his breath as he finally lifts his own shot up and takes it, smacking his lips together when the alcohol burns his throat. 

Jungkook settles back into the seat comfortably, observing you with a soft gaze as his fingers tap along the sticky tabletop, taking advantage of the fact that you were currently staring at Taehyung. His eyes trace your face while you do the same with his friend, following the strands that frame his face, nearly obscuring his eyes that shamelessly stare right back at you, going down the curve of his nose and seeing the slight swelling occurring on the side of it. 

“How’s your nose?” 

Taehyung smiles widely, his finger coming up to touch it before he wraps his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “All good now, Jungkookie grabbed some ice from the bar at the venue. I probably would’ve looked super busted if he hadn’t,” he coos, snickering when the blonde swats at him. 

“What would you do without me?” Jungkook blows him a kiss, turning to look at you when he hears you giggle. 

“You two seem close,” you laugh, leaning forward onto the table, seeing the way they both stare you down. 

“Super close. We do everything together,” Taehyung mumbles, dropping his hand and reaching forward until his fingers are tapping along your own shot glass. Your eyes fall onto his hand, seeing the way he traces along the rim of it, following it up as he raises the glass and brings it towards your mouth. “Bottoms up.”

His eyes are glued to yours as you open up your lips, biting down onto his bottom lip as he tilts the shot glass into your mouth. Jungkook smirks when he sees the slight daze you’re in, head leaning back as the liquor fills your mouth, finally swallowing it down when the last drop hits your tongue. 

“Good girl,” Jungkook murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb wiping away the small trace still lingering by your lips. 

If they were trying to wrap you around their fingers it was working, their heated stares and lingering hands are all you can think about as the night progresses. You had already decided that you’d be making both of them your reckless decision for tonight, but that only gets more solidified the longer you speak to them. 

A little further into the night, you end up huddled near the bar corner, the neon glow of the jukebox illuminating Taehyung’s face as he sorts through the options displayed inside. Jungkook is a few feet away, fully immersed in the classic game of pinball, fingers slamming into the buttons and making the machine rattle with each point he racks up.

“There we go,” Taehyung mutters out, tongue peeking out between his teeth as he presses his song of choice. The starting riff of Zero by The Smashing Pumpkins starts to fill the bar, his head bobbing along to the beat as he turns to stare at you with a satisfied smirk. “Wanna go for a ride?” he sings along, giving you a sly wink as he inches closer. His large hand finds its way up your neck with ease, gently touching your skin as his thumb just barely reaches your lower lip, his face nearing yours until your lips are just about to touch. Right when you think you’ll finally get a taste, he steps away, leaving you standing there as you release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. 

“Play with us,” Jungkook calls out, his voice pulling you out of your small daze. As you turn to stare at him, you see the slight pull of his lips, knowing exactly how his words sound. His eyebrow cocks up as he leans over the pinball machine, gently testing the waters, wanting to know just how far you’re willing to go. Taehyung is standing on the side of the machine, leaning back against the wall, dark eyes analyzing you through the dim lighting. A similar smile tugs at his lips when you make your way over to Jungkook. 

“You’re gonna have to show me the ropes.” Your voice is steady despite the thumping of your heart, racing in excitement. You know exactly what game they're playing, a little bit grateful for it because it made it easier for you to get what you wanted out of tonight. 

Jungkook stands up straighter, hands raking through his blonde strands, his cute bunny teeth making a full appearance as he smiles while he takes a small step back from the machine. “Don’t worry, I got you. C’mere.” 

You slot into place easily, a bit of space between you and the machine in front of you. The same couldn’t be said about the distance between you and Jungkook, feeling the warmth radiating off of him as his chest presses into your back. His face lowers beside yours as he hunches closer, lips just shy of your ears, allowing you to hear the small breath he takes in when you subtly press back into him. He plays coy as his hands slide down your arms, gently guiding them to the right spots. 

“Okay, what do I do?” His cheek presses into the side of your head at your question, another smile gracing his face as he brings your hand down to the pull lever right by your hip. Your fingers curl around the handle, feeling his hand close over your own and start to tug it back. 

“There’s no method to the madness. You just have to find the right rhythm.” His voice sounds low, gently spoken beside your ear, close enough for you to feel his breath tickling your skin. The resounding smack of the ball being flung as he fully yanks back the lever makes you jump slightly, completely unfocused to what was actually happening in the game he was meant to be teaching you. You could care less about the tiny metal ball bouncing around, not paying attention to each ding sounding off when he managed to score whatever points were needed. All you could focus on was the way his hips pressed into yours, getting closer until you were fully sandwiched between him and the machine. 

“Are you paying attention?” he mumbles, a soft laugh lacing each syllable, his chin resting on your shoulder. His hands still encompass your own, fingers guiding you to press the button on the side that controls the different areas. 

“Yes,” you sigh, gently biting down on your lower lip when he rocks forward under the guise of trying to save the ball. The machine continues to ding, red numbers glowing up top to showcase just how well Jungkook was doing in teaching you. 

“I don’t think you are.” Taehyung chuckles, head tilting slightly as he stares at you and his best friend. Jungkook knows what he’s doing, the way his eyes glimmer with mischief as he continues playing makes it obvious. “I think your mind is occupied with something else. You wanna share?”

“Go on, tell us,” Jungkook whispers, lips trailing beside your ear. Your whole body warms up as Taehyung steps closer, his hands coming to rest on the side of the machine, a curious smile on his face as he waits for your response. “Or do you want us to guess?”

“Guess.” Your head tilts to the side as you glance back, your face an inch away from Jungkook’s, seeing how he glances from your eyes down to your lips. His hands slowly pull away from yours, a small tsk of disapproval coming from him when you try to move your own away. 

“No, no. Keep playing.” You replace your hands, doing a shittier job without Jungkook’s help but that clearly doesn’t matter anymore. Your eyes stare down at the glowing game, the flashing lights blurring together, your mind going fuzzy as you feel Jungkook’s hands slide up your thighs. His fingers trace the pockets of your jeans, slowly inching higher until he feels the sliver of skin of your stomach, slipping under the hem of your cropped tee. “I know you’re thinking about me. About us. Am I right?”

His fingers tickle your skin, making you squirm against him, a small smile spreading on your lips. “Yes,” you breathe out, the metallic clanking of the ball blending in with the next song playing on the jukebox. 

“And what are we doing?” Taehyung speaks now, tongue gently playing with his lip ring, his eyes landing on Jungkook’s hands. His teasing touches get a little bolder, slipping higher up your shirt until he reaches right underneath your boob, fingertips tracing along your skin. “Touching you? Just like Jungkook is?”

“No, you’re doing way more than that.” They both chuckle now, Jungkook’s hands sliding back down to firmly grip your hips, pulling them right back into his own, letting you feel the slowly growing bulge against his jeans. 

“We can make that happen. Right Tae?” 

Taehyung’s standing right beside you now, his hand reaching up to gently lift your chin up, half lidded eyes looking down at you as he inches closer, his lips ghosting over your own. “Definitely. She just has to say the word. Are you gonna let us share you, baby?”

You feel trapped, in the best way possible. Jungkook’s fingers dig into your skin, his lips brushing against your hair, Taehyung slowly tilting your head higher until you’re closing the distance between you. He hums softly against your lips, hands gliding along your jaw until he’s cupping the side of your neck and deepening the kiss. His lip ring feels cool against you, savoring the feeling, taking it a step further as your tongue teasingly swipes against his lip. He chuckles as he feels it, pulling away with a small string of spit connecting your lips. 

“You have to use your words. Doesn’t she Jungkookie?”

Jungkook’s hand releases your hip, coming up to grip your cheeks and turn your head to face him. His eyes fall on the way your lips glimmer, the small sheen of the kiss you just shared with Tae lingering on your skin. “What do you say?”

Your gaze falls onto his own lips too, staring at the two hoops hugging his bottom lip, looking just as inviting as his friend’s did. “Share me,” you whisper, “do whatever you want with me.”

He smirks at that, nose scrunching up slightly before he’s leaning in and kissing you too. Jungkook’s kissing is slower than Taehyung, lips moving in a teasing manner, leaving you wanting more, a small gasp spilling out of your mouth when he gently bites on your lower lip, tugging it back before letting it go. “Just needed to have a taste too. Let's go?”

Everything seems to blur together after you nod in agreement, Taehyung leading the way out with Jungkook still glued behind you as his hands continue to roam your body. You barely register Jace asking where you’re all going, barely paying any attention to anything other than the feeling of Jungkook kissing your neck, letting Taehyung say whatever he wants to him before he’s grabbing both your hands and pulling you out of the bar entirely. 

Nothing seems to slow down until you’re crawling into the backseat of Taehyung’s car, giggling as Jungkook clambers in behind you, his grabby hands landing a playful smack onto your butt as Tae settles into the driver’s seat. 

“How far are we?” you breathe out, leaning back into the seat as you stare at him through the rear mirror. 

“15 minutes. 10 if I’m determined enough.” You hum in response, gently biting your bottom lip as your hand trails along the seat, slowly closing the distance between you and Jungkook. The blonde boy stares down at the movement, watching with curiosity as your fingers trace the pocket seams of his jeans, inching closer until they’re ghosting the growing bulge at the front. 

“Take your time Tae, she’ll have her hands occupied.” Jungkook wears a proud smile as he stares at you, eyes flickering back to his jeans when he feels you eagerly tugging at the zipper. 

“And mouth,” you giggle, squealing when Taehyung suddenly accelerates the car, clearly in a haste to get home. Taehyung’s hands grip the steering wheel tight, knuckles paling as he hears everything. He doesn’t need to look back to know exactly what was happening, can hear it clearly as Jungkook groans out, the messy sound of you spitting onto his cock, the soft curses spilling out of his friend’s mouth when you finally wrap your mouth around him. It takes all of his self control to not run any red lights and even more of it to not pull over into some random dark street to join in. He wanted to properly enjoy this and no way in hell would three people crammed in the back seat be fun. 

“Feel good?” you whisper, eyes fluttering up at Jungkook, lips shiny and looking enticing as you smirk. Your hands are slick with spit, helping your palm glide up to jerk him off as you playfully kiss his swollen tip, tongue flicking against it to collect the beads of precum dripping out. 

“So good,” he hisses out, hand reaching forward to cup your cheek tenderly. His mouth drops open, the prettiest moaning spilling out when you sink back down, cheeks hollowed out as you suck. “So fucking good”

You laugh around his cock, teasing vibrations making him shiver as he melts into the seats, hips gently rutting up as best as he could, desperately needing more. That’s when his eyes roam upwards, locking onto Taehyung’s eyes, seeing the slight pinch between his eyebrows as he meets his gaze. 

“Feeling left out?” Jungkook jokes, head tilting to the side, eyes fluttering shut when you continue bobbing your head, tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

“A little, yeah.” Taehyung can’t look away now, even as the light turns green, a light laugh escapes him when he realizes how badly he wishes he could switch places with Jungkook right now. The slurps and muffled gags coming from the back let him know just how determined you were to make Jungkook feel good, and it was making his own cock throb in his jeans. 

“We’re almost at our place, then you’ll let him feel how good your mouth is, right baby?” You hum against his length and Jungkook moans again, head falling back against the headrest, sending Taehyung a wink before his hand comes to rest on your head. 

“I can give him a taste right now,” you giggle as you pull off of Jungkook, turning to look at Taehyung with a devious smile. “Should I hop into the passenger seat and have some fun with you?”

“Unless you’re trying to kill us all you better not. I’ll be patient, baby.” The rasp in his voice shows how badly he’s fighting himself as he turns you down, his foot pressing harder into the gas, flying through the street as you laugh and resume your antics. He doesn’t feel bad as he parks horribly into the first spot he finds, doesn’t care when he yanks open the back door—seeing you with a mouth full of Jungkook's cock—and pulls you out, because his only goal is getting you all into the apartment. 

“Someone's not as patient as they said,” you snort, leaning back into his touch as you step into their place. Taehyung’s arms are wrapped around you, hooked around your stomach as he leans forward and kisses your neck gently. Jungkook stumbles in a few feet behind, still trying to adjust himself in his jeans as he enters his place too. 

“It’s not nice being left out,” he mumbles into your skin, hands gliding across your body, fingers playing with the button of your jeans for a moment before gliding down your thighs in a teasing motion. 

“Yeah? Want me to make it up to you?” Your hands reach behind you, gliding up his thighs until your fingers are gently tracing the bulge in his jeans, hearing the soft hiss he lets out against your ear. 

“Yeah,” he rasps out, smiling as his eyes meet Jungkook’s. “But we need to give Jungkook a taste of his own medicine.”

“Oh?” you breathe out, your own gaze landing on Jungkook, seeing the way he stands a few feet away with a smirk on his lips. His eyes twinkle with something you can’t exactly pinpoint, not until Taehyung speaks once more. 

“Jungkook likes to watch, so I guess it’s not really punishment.” You can feel Taehyung’s smile against your neck as he presses another soft kiss to your skin before trailing back up until his lips are ghosting your ear. “Are you okay with that?”

A shaky breath escapes you at his words, nodding slowly while Jungkook’s smile widens. “Yes.”

You can only imagine how often they do this from how smoothly they both move, Taehyung’s hands roaming your body while he kisses your neck as he leads you to his bedroom. Before you know it you’re dropping back onto his bed, resting on your elbows, feeling the mattress sinking around you as he kneels between your legs, large hands cupping your jaw as he slots your lips together. The tinge of alcohol is still present on your tongues and as you deepen the kiss your nose bumps into his and he hisses softly. 

“Sorry,” you whisper out with a giggle, feeling him tilt your head up to properly stare at him. His eyes look dark now, half lidded as his thumb rubs your bottom lip with a small smirk on his face. He only shakes his head in response before kissing you once more, lips softly trailing down your jaw and neck, pushing you back until you’re flat on his bed. 

A gasp hits the air as he starts to suck on your skin, his large palms gliding up your stomach until he’s sliding under your shirt. Your hands instinctively find his head, fingers grabbing his hair as he continues down. 

A creak from the side grabs your attention, eyes panning over until you meet Jungkook’s stare. He’s sat on a small velvet chair off to the side, leaning forward with his hands resting off of his knees, a small tilt to his head as he watches it all unfold. When Taehyung manages to push your shirt up, lips ghosting your skin until his tongue is gently flicking over your nipple and a choked moan spills from your mouth, you see the way Jungkook swallows and readjusts in his seat. 

“I told you he likes to watch,” Taehyung rasps out, lips shiny with saliva, a smile spreading on his face as his eyes meet Jungkook’s before looking back at you. “Do you want to watch him touch himself?”

Excitement flares up within you at his question, a quick nod of your head being the only response you can actually give, hearing Taehyung chuckle. “Well, there needs to be a bit more happening before he gets there. Ask him what he wants to see, baby.” His mouth returns to your skin, continuing its path down your body in open mouth kisses that have goosebumps spreading as a chill runs through you. 

“W-what do you want to see Jungkook?” you gasp out, eyes locked onto the blonde boy and seeing how his tongue prods against his cheek. 

“I wanna see him make you cum. I bet you’d look really pretty, and I have front row seats.” He smiles now as he settles back into the chair, eyes moving to see Taehyung’s hands slowly start to unbutton your jeans. “Let me see him fuck you.”

You can’t help the whimper that you let out at his tone, his eyes lighting up with desire when you nod in agreement. He bites down on his lower lip when you raise up your hips, letting Taehyung pull your pants down as you yank your top fully off, a small pile of your shoes and clothes joining the floor before he kisses your thighs. 

Your body shivers as Taehyung’s palms glide between your thighs, gently spreading them apart as he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your mound. “Taehyung,” you gasp out as his tongue licks along your slit, his eyes falling shut as he hums in satisfaction. “I want you to fuck me, please.”

The vibrations of his laughter is felt against your skin, his mouth gently wrapped around your clit as his tongue teasingly flicks against the bundle of nerves for a brief moment. “Hm, you’re impatient. I wanted to get a good taste of you. You really wanna see Jungkook touch himself huh?”

“Maybe,” you laugh, not an ounce of shame in your voice as you stare at Taehyung, giggling when he gently nips at your inner thigh. You don’t realize how exposed you really are until Taehyung leans back, standing up from the bed, still fully clothed. The only article of clothing Jungkook had taken off was his flannel, tossed to the side, exposing his arms which you hadn’t noticed were covered in tattoos. Their eyes look hungry as they take you in, eagerly roaming your body like you were their next meal and you love every minute of it. 

“Show me what I wanna see too, Jungkook,” you breathe out, slowly turning over in bed to properly look at him. His eyes trail over the curve of your hip when you turn over, following the slope of your ass when you arch your back as you lean across the bed towards him on your hands and knees. His smirk deepens now, hands going to the button of his jeans, slowly undoing them and sliding down the zipper. 

“Give her what she wants and I will too,” Taehyung chuckles out, finally tugging off his shirt and jeans, the pile of clothes growing on the floor. As you look behind your shoulder, you see him kneel back on the bed, a shiny condom wrapper in his hand. A few tattoos litter his body, random patchwork style pieces on his stomach and arms. He sends you a wink as he rips it open, slowly sliding it on his cock with a soft sigh, his eyes focusing on the beautiful position you’re in. 

His hands slide down your back, gripping your hips before sliding down the curve of your ass and dipping between your thighs. As his fingers trail along your entrance, he hums in pleasure when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten already. “I wanted to stretch you out first for me,” he groans as he wraps his hand around his length, circling the tip around your entrance. 

“I’ll be fine,”’you sigh out, arching your back further, focusing on the way Jungkook pulls his own cock out of his pants, already hard and leaking precum. “You’ll take care of me.”

Taehyung smiles at that, slowly pushing his hips forward until he’s sinking into your heat. His mouth drops open at the feeling, your walls fluttering around his length as they adjust to his size, his hands gripping your hips. “We’ll take good care of you baby.”

You mewl underneath him, eyes falling shut as he fills you up, each inch making your hands clutch the sheets. You probably should’ve let him take the time to stretch you out properly, not realizing just how big he was until now. But once Jungkook noisily spits into his palm, rubbing along the head of his cock before spreading the mixture of precum and saliva down his length, you decide its worth it. 

“Fuck,” you moan out when he finally bottoms out, hips flush against your ass, fingers dimpling the skin of your hips. “I feel so full.”

Jungkook groans out at that, slowly pumping himself as he settles back into his seat. All he could focus on was the look of pleasure on your face, how you seemed to tremble, already overwhelmed with the feeling when Taehyung had just begun. 

Another shaky moan escapes you as Taehyung pulls back, giving you a second to prepare before he’s thrusting forward once more, setting a slow pace to allow you to adjust to his size. “Jungkook wants to see you cum baby. Let’s give him a show.”

Jungkook seems pleased at that, the slow jerk of his hand speeding up to match Taehyung’s thrusts, a hiss of pleasure spilling out of him as he tightens his grip on himself. The sounds of skin smacking together blends in with the wet thump of his palm and the pretty moans you let out.

It’s like all your senses are heightened, the touch of Taehyung’s palm on your back makes you jolt, allowing him to guide you further down until your chest is fully pressed into the sheets, ass perfectly arched in a visual that Jungkook appreciates. Each jagged breath the boys release hits your ears, the slow brewing pleasure warming you up from the inside, leaving you crying out with each thrust. 

“Feel good?” Taehyung grunts out, licking his lips as he quickens the pace, feeling the way your walls tighten further around him. He knew the answer already, could see the way your arousal was pooling around the base of his cock, dripping down your thighs and making a mess of his sheets. They must have really hit the jackpot with you if you were already enjoying yourself this much. 

“So good,” you mumble out, beginning to rut back into him, feeling him deeper than before. With each thrust he gives you feel him brush against the sweet patch inside you, something he catches on to the second he feels the way you gush around his cock. “Oh fuck, right there.”

“Yeah?” He fucks you with precision, making sure to hit the right spot each time, a wicked smile on his lips when you slur out another curse word, burying your face into the sheets. That just wouldn’t do, not when his best friend wanted to see your pretty face. “No no, baby. Remember, Jungkook wants to see you.”

A choked moan fills the air as Taehyung reaches forward, large palm collecting your hair into his grip and tugging back until you have no choice but to lift yourself up again. The pressure on your scalp makes your whole body tingle, brows pinched together as your hand reaches back to grip his wrist, softly rubbing his skin to let him know this was okay. 

“Such a pretty girl,” Jungkook moans out, jaw slack as his eyes roam your body, thumb teasingly rubbing against his slit when you mewl at his compliment. Something about the hungry look in his eyes as he takes you in makes your breath hitch, a trail of fire traveling down your body with his gaze, nearly crying when his eyes focus on the visual of Taehyungs cock fucking into you, and suddenly Taehyung’s free hand was circling around you to reach your sensitive clit. 

“Oh my god,” you moan out, shaky and oh so desperate it sends a chill down Jungkook’s spine, his fist slowing down as he leans forward and lets a glob of spit land on the head of his cock before he’s spreading it down his length. You weren’t sure what to focus on anymore, your heart racing in your chest as your eyes tried to take in the sight of Jungkook, ears perking up with each rough breath Taehyung let out by your ear. 

“You’re doing so well,” he groans out, gently kissing the side of your head, hips never slowing down. “I'm close baby, but I wanna feel you cum around me first.” Something about his tone makes your insides melt, a slight whine to his words that show just how much he was truly enjoying it. It leaves you only able to respond with a shaky nod, already teetering so close to the edge with the way his deft fingers were circling your clit. 

A deeper moan spills out of him when your walls start to tighten further, his jaw clenched together as the pleasure flowed through him. He’d be lying if he said they didn’t do this often, but tonight felt like such a special treat, and he was already hoping it wouldn’t come to an end. With the way your moans get breathier, trailing off as you slur out that you’re close, he knows he can’t prolong this further so he chooses to remember it as best as he can. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as your mouth drops open. Your body tensing first, bracing for the release that felt so close you could practically taste it. Taehyung wasn’t far behind, thrusts becoming more shallow, quicker bursts of energy that left stars flashing behind your lids. Soft words of praise are whispered in your ear, begging you to cum, quickening the tight circles around your swollen clit, fingers coated in your wetness. 

“Cum for us Y/N,” Jungkook groans out, hungry gaze locked onto your body. That’s the final straw, your orgasm washing over you in waves, walls spasming around Taehyung’s cock as you milked his own orgasm from him. He curses under his breath at the feeling, hand gently releasing your hair as your ride your climax, dropping back down to rest your face in the sheets and clutch on to them while he fucked you through it. 

The hold he has on your hips makes you wince slightly, already knowing you’ll bruise, but when you weakly turn your head to look back, the sight of him makes it all worth it. The prettiest pout is on his face, brows pinched together as he moans out your name, eyes focused on the messy view between your thighs. All it takes is a few more thrusts before he’s cumming too, hips flush against yours as he relishes in the feeling. 

It feels like you can barely register what's happening as you come down from euphoria, thighs trembling as he pulls out of you, eyes slowly roaming the room before you’re glancing to the side, surprised to see Jungkook sat on the chair with his cock still hard while his hand firmly gripped the base of it. 

“You didn’t—you didn’t cum,” you manage to breathe out, a cute pout of disappointment on your lips that makes him grin as he releases his cock. Your eyes lock in on his palm, how its shiny with spit and precum, the same precum that was currently beading on the head of his cock, still aching for his release. 

“Watching you was just the warm up. I wanna feel you properly, need to know how your pussy feels when you cum around me. Then I’ll cum.” He’s leaning forward now, resting his elbows on his knees as he analyzes your face. You look absolutely disheveled, and if you were tapping out after just having Taehyung that would be completely fine with him. He knew how to handle himself, already knowing you definitely wouldn’t mind watching him put on a show for you too. But as Taehyung moves around behind you, crawling on the bed until his back is resting against the headboard, hands beckoning you over to lay against him, Jungkook sees the way your face lights up with excitement at continuing this. 

“Mm, what are you waiting for then?” Your lips pull into a smirk as you lift yourself up, crawling over to Taehyung and giggling as he grabs your hips and maneuvers you just the way they want you. Jungkook just watches on with a smile, hooded eyes trailing down your body, seeing Taehyung’s hands wrap around your waist as he lays you flat against his chest, your tits rising with each breath, legs slowly sliding open until he’s granted the beautiful sight between them. He damn near groans when he sees the mess between your thighs, a sheen of wetness coating your skin, pussy already swollen from Taehyung’s cock, ready for more. 

Jungkook gets up now, finally fully taking off his clothes, tossing them without a care as he reaches the end of the bed. You take this moment to properly drool over him, seeing the dark tattoos marking his arms, trailing down onto his stomach, perfectly adorning his abs. The cherry on top is the shiny silver hoop latched in his bellybutton, something you definitely did not expect him to have—and you also didn’t expect to find it this hot. 

“What's got you so dazed sweetheart?” Jungkook chuckles, kneeling onto the bed and slowly crawling over to you. 

“I’m just really hoping this isn’t some sick dream and I’m actually passed out at that dirty ass bar.” You feel Taehyung’s chest rumble with a laugh behind you, his hands gently tracing along your stomach, making goosebumps spread on your skin. 

“No, it’s definitely not a dream,” Jungkook sighs, a charming smile on his lips when he finally reaches you. His hands softly trail up your legs, making their way up your body. That’s when one of Taehyung’s hands leaves your waist, reaching to the side before he’s handing Jungkook something. Excitement blooms inside you once more when Jungkook grabs the condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth, his ego growing slightly when he sees just how locked in you are. 

Your teeth bite down on your lower lip as he grabs his cock, slowly rolling the condom on with a soft sigh before looking back at you and giving you a wink. His hands land on your thighs once more, pushing them further apart so he could properly slot between them, a satisfied hum escaping him at his point of view. 

“Keep them spread like this for me,” he murmurs out, thumb rubbing along your thigh. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” Taehyung kisses the side of your head before his hands reach down and grip your thighs, successfully spreading them open. A squeal leaves your mouth at the action,, and the way Jungkook’s face lights up makes your cheeks burn, feeling way more exposed than before. 

You can only hold your breath as he inches forward, feeling the weight of his cock resting on top of your folds, the wetness from the condom sending a shiver down your spine. He hums under his breath as he slowly thrusts forward, nudging against your sensitive clit and chuckling when you gasp. 

“Jungkook,” you groan, hands reaching out to grip onto his shoulders. “Don’t tease me, please.”

He lets your arms pull him closer, his eyes falling onto your lips, seeing the small pout etched onto them and he just has to kiss it away. 

“Sorry, you’re right,” he mumbles against your lips, kissing them once more and pulling back slightly. His gaze is locked onto yours as he grabs his cock, leading it to your entrance, seeing the way your eyes widen as he starts to push into you. 

Taehyung soothes you with his touch when you moan out, mumbling praise into your ear as Jungkook sinks further into you. You had already been stretched out, but Jungkook’s cock was thicker than Taehyung’s was, making a home between your walls with a pleasurable burn. 

“Fuck,” you groan, nails digging into his shoulders when his hips press flush against yours. Jungkook hisses when your walls flutter around his length, jaw dropping open as he looks down to where you two connect, slowly pulling back before thrusting forward. 

“It’s like you were made for us,” he moans, picking up his speed, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep your body from jostling up the bed. Jungkook honestly isn’t sure how long he’ll last, he had been purposefully edging himself the entire time he watched Taehyung fuck you, letting himself get a small taste before pulling away. Now that your warmth is enveloping him and your whimpers are filling the air, he knows his orgasm is gonna creep up on him. 

“I think so too,” you giggle, your hands trailing up his shoulders and up his neck, tangling your fingers into his long hair and giving it a gentle tug. “I’m gonna need you both to fuck me like this all the time.”

Taehyung chuckles behind you, his own eyes focusing on the view of Jungkook’s cock splitting you open. “Oh we can definitely do that,” he murmurs into your hair, spreading your thighs further apart and relishing in the mewl you let out as Jungkook reaches further inside of you. 

“Are you sure you can handle us all the time, baby? You make it so hard, we won’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves if you let us, and I don’t think you can keep up.” You’re not sure you can keep up either, you were barely holding it together after Taehyung made you cum, and being sandwiched between them both now was making you feel light headed in the best way possible. Yet they seemed ready to keep going, surely prepared for as many rounds as you’d be willing. 

“Don’t care,” you whine out at a particular roll of his hips, pulling him closer to you, focusing on the glint of his lip rings as he swipes his tongue over them. “You make me feel so good, you can do whatever you want to me.”

It's the feeling of your second orgasm that has you speaking deliriously, spewing out the first things that come to mind—but you know you mean it. Taehyung and Jungkook could have you any way they pleased. 

Jungkook seems to like what you said, a groan spilling out before he’s crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. It was dangerous for you to say things like that to him, to sound so open and willing in that breathy tone, he would take it and run with it. As your fingers gently rake through his hair, all he can think about is every single scenario he could possibly have you like this. With a swipe of your tongue against his lip rings, he’s picturing you bent over the living room couch, sucking off Taehyung as he fucked you from behind and he has to stop himself before be gets too carried away. 

He fucks you harder now, steady rocks of his hips making your body jostle against Taehyung’s, moaning into your mouth as you yank his hair back and bite onto his lower lip. His eyes are lidded as they stare at you, breathing heavily as his mind starts to cloud over, lower lip shiny with spit as you let it snap back. You’re positive you look just as lust crazed as him, pupils blown out, skin tacky with sweat, heart hammering in your chest as sparks of pleasure exploded with each thrust. 

“Wanna cum,” you mumble out, breath hitching as he rolls his hips, angling them just right to hit your gspot, smirking when he knows he’s found it. His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb swiping your cheek with tenderness that didn’t match his thrusts. 

“Mm, I wanna feel you. C’mon baby.” His voice is raspy, a slight whine at the end that has your walls fluttering around him. 

“I think she needs help,” Taehyung chuckles, grabbing your hands and moving it to replace his own, keeping your thighs nice and spread while his long fingers slither down your torso. You wait with baited breath as he trails them down, a throaty moan filling the air as they meet your clit once more. “Just like that right?”

Jungkook laughs under his breath at Taehyung’s teasing tone, finger rubbing at your bottom lip, eyes sparkling when your tongue swipes at it before you’re wrapping your lips around his thumb and sucking. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he rasps out, the wet squelch of his cock fucking into you mixing with the creaking of the bed. 

Your stomach hiccups as you moan around his finger, body writhing around as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you. Taehyung knows exactly what to do to push you closer to the edge, fingers slick with your arousal as he circles your clit, his other arm draped across your stomach to hold you in place. You warble out another moan when he presses down onto your lower stomach, turning your mind into mush when the pressure lets you feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock prodding against you. 

“Oh shit,” he marvels, eyes wide as he looks down at his palm before meeting Jungkook’s stare. “This is so fucking hot.” 

Without a second thought, Jungkook pulls his finger out of your mouth, quickly bringing his own palm beside Taehyung’s, jaw dropping open when he feels it himself, the coil in his stomach tightening up when your tummy bulges out every so slightly. “I told you, this pussy was made for us.” You whine out weakly at that, nodding along as you turn your head to the side. Jungkook doesn’t allow it though, hand grabbing your cheeks to turn you back to him. “You wanna see me cum yeah?” When you nod again, breathing heavy as your orgasm climbs up your spine, he smiles down at you. “Cum for me.”

Your eyes are locked onto his, fingers digging into your own thighs as the pleasure sets in, each flick of Taehyung’s fingers adding fire to the flame until it all boils over with a precise thrust from Jungkook. As his cock rubs along that spongy patch inside of you a gasp cuts into the air, your mouth dropping open as your body tenses up. Jungkook curses under his breath when your walls tighten around him, fucking you faster as you cream his cock. 

Taehyung is relentless as he continues to rub circles around your clit, enjoying the way you whimper and spasm above him, knowing you enjoy it too much with the way you lean back into him. 

“Just like fucking heaven,” Jungkook groans, leaning over you fully now as he lets himself get lost in the pleasure. His arms cage you in on either side as his hips move languidly, not at all afraid of being vocal as he whines out over how good you feel, making your stomach flip with each muttered praise. 

As Taehyung finally retreats his hand you’re able to think properly, the slight haze clearing from your mind as you take in the sight of Jungkook above you. His hair's hanging down the sides of his face, thick brows pinched together to make the prettiest scowl you’ve ever seen. As your eyes trail down his body, they focus on the damn belly ring he has, seeing the way his abs contract with each thrust. That alone has you craving another round already. 

“Give me what I want Jungkook,” you whisper out, purposefully tightening around him, rhythmic pulses that have him choking on his breath. He can only nod now, chest hiccuping as the familiar feeling starts to drape over him, making his skin tingle as his thrusts grow sloppy. Quick, shallow rolls of his hips have you mewling beneath him, releasing your thighs so you could wrap your legs around his hips, urging him even closer than before. 

As his eyes lock into yours, seeing the dreamy look you have, it sends him over the edge. His hips stutter for a moment as his orgasm washes over him, a strained moan of your name reaching your ears as he cums into the condom before he’s delivering another burst of thrusts, milking his own orgasm to feel the pleasurable oversensitivity. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, hips coming to a stop deep inside of you. Your hands come up to cup his face, the both of you smiling before you start to giggle. The crinkles by his eyes deep as he joins in, leaning in to kiss you again, only pulling away as he pulls out of you. 

“I’m gonna be so fucking sore,” you whine out as your legs drop back onto the mattress, squealing when Jungkook flips you over, making you face to face with Taehyung and that cheeky smile he has on. 

“Jungkook’s really good at massages,” he sings out, his hand cupping your chin before he’s giving you a kiss as well. Your eyes fall shut as his lips move against yours, soft and gentle without the rush from before. Before you can pull away to call his bluff, Jungkook’s reaching forward and massaging your thighs, fingers expertly digging into your skin to rub out the sore muscles. 

“Oh my god,” you moan against Taehyung’s lips, letting yourself turn to jelly against his chest as Jungkook’s hands travel further up your body, taking his sweet time.

“Tae told you we’d take good care of you,” Jungkook sighs as he reaches your shoulders, smiling when you groan out at the pressure. “He wasn’t lying.”

You laugh against Tae’s skin, “I don’t know, it feels like you guys are just buttering me up to go again.”

“Can we not just be trying to relax you?” Taehyung laughs out, beginning to grow comfortable with the position you’re in. 

“That’d be a lot more believable if I couldn’t feel your boner against me.” Jungkook cackles at that, his hands coming to a stop as he drops his forehead to rest on your back, hearing both your laughs join in. As Taehyung tries to weakly defend himself he pulls away, properly disposing of the condom before coming back to sit beside his best friend. 

“Taehyung’s boner aside, we’d really like it if you stayed the night.” He rakes his hair off his face, fiddling with his lip rings in a nervous manner that has your heart swooning. How he could look so shy after everything that had just transpired was a mystery to you. It’s a complete contrast to the confident smile Taehyung has, his hands coming up to play with your hair as he slouches further back against the headboard. 

“Sure, on one condition.” They both perk up at that, leaning in to you with thoughtful faces. “We have to do this again tomorrow morning.”

The nerves are wiped off Jungkook entirely now, a smirk on his lips as he nods in agreement, watching with amusement when Taehyung flips you over, playfully rolling on top of you as he starts to kiss your neck. “Why wait until the morning, the nights still young,” he says between kisses, smiling as you scream out a laugh of his name. 

As Jungkook looks through the window beside the headboard, he spots the sky beginning to turn colors as dawn approaches. With another glance towards you, he sees your eyes shut as you breathe out a moan when Taehyung gently sucks at the spot beneath your ear, your arm reaching out to paw at the bed until your palm is meeting Jungkook’s thigh. It’s almost comical how easily his body reacts to your touch, his cock twitching back to life as you give him a squeeze, pure trouble floating in your eyes when you open them up to stare at him. 

Technically, it is tomorrow morning.

[puppygirlclaspers]

Hey people, so I was trying to find out a way of immersing myself in mecha even more and I settled on the idea of making funny little reviews about the gundam kits I've built on my blog so here it is tee hee

(Very minor spoilers for Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury season 1 episode 6 ahead)

I present to you:

Demi Trainer A.K.A baby's first gundam kit

This is what kickstarted my addiction to building these little guys and honestly it was such a blast as my first experience with it! I saw the HG (1/144) model of this mobile suit in a nerd shop I was in that I was told had these kits and I figured it was a good starting point. I liked the idea of the training mech from g-witch acting as training wheels for me building these kits.

Fun Facts About the Demi Trainer

the MSJ-121 Demi Trainer is a mobile suit seen in The Witch From Mercury series, and is primarily used by students in Asticassia as a mobile suit to train with (hence the name Demi Trainer)

The Demi Trainer is just one model in a series of other Demi mobile suits! Other Demi models we see throughout the series are the MSJ-OP122 Demi Garrison (seen early on when Suletta Mercury's Gundam Aerial is being detained after her first duel), the MSJ-R122 Demi Barding, which is a more advanced model of mobile suit, equipped with more armaments, while still maintaining the Demi model philosophy. There's also Chuchu's iconic MSJ-105CC Demi Trainer, which is an older model that has been heavily modified by Chuchu in order to compete with more modern iterations of Demi mobile suits.

Our primary experience with Demi Trainer in the show is when Suletta Mercury is tasked with piloting one as part of her spotting exam, where she has a particularly difficult time passing it. It honestly made me feel really sad when I watched it for the first time :(

The Design of Demi Trainer

I really love how this mobile suit looks! It's a very simple design but I feel it's so effective at conveying it's primary purpose: to be a baseline training model for mobile suits. It's a lightweight mobile suit with minimal modifications done to it so that it can achieve high mobility and it's easy to maintain. It also looks very much like something a company would mass-produce for an institution like Asticassia.

Demi Trainers are used with a standard set of equipment, which includes a simple shield, a beam gun for ranged combat, a saber stick for melee combat, a combat knife, as well as the Daedalus multi-tool, which can be shaped and transformed into a variety of tools. This makes Demi Trainer a very versatile mobile suit, appropriate for use in many different situations. It doesn't seem to come with any sort of flight module, though that makes sense, as I imagine those are quite expensive to include on mobile suits, and this is meant as a simple trainer mech.

Of course, since it's heavily used in Asticassia, Demi Trainer also has an equipable antenna module for use in duels within the academy.

The Demi mobile suits are known for their extensive customisability, and the Demi Trainer is no different! You can even see these aspects within the design of this mobile suit. There are many little slots and places where you can modify Demi Trainer and potentially add modules or armaments, and you can see the extent of this modification in Chuchu's modified Demi Trainer, despite it being an older model. I'd really love to see what kind of modifications other student in the academy would apply to their Demi Trainers!

Building the Kit

My experience with building this gunpla kit was a blast! I was so excited to get started on this, and the kit did not disappoint! It wasn't too complex so that I was overwhelmed, but it also wasn't so simple that I was bored. Hearing all the clicks and feeling the pieces snap together as I built it was extremely satisfying, and I really like how the instruction booklet was structured.

You're not told to put individual parts of the mobile suit together until you've built a number of modules beforehand. For example, the instructions tell you to build the head, body and arms before telling you to put those parts together, and I think that makes the experience more satisfying. The same structure applies for the waist and legs of the kit, and being able to put all of the parts together at the end is such a good feeling! Of course, you can totally ignore the structure of the booklet and put parts together as you build them, which is also fine.

The kit also comes with a variety of stickers, and with the help of hindsight after having built 2 more kits after this one (which I also plan on reviewing), I can confidently say that the stickers for the Demi Trainer are probably the easiest to apply based on my limited experience! You get a small choice of stickers too, mainly a choice of what colour you want the middle torso portion to be. Of course, I picked purple because it's my favourite colour, but other choices also include red, blue, yellow and pink.

At one point while building this kit, I tried to take a part out so I could hear and feel the click of it again as I assembled it, but I accidentally applied too much force into it and the piece snapped, which make me panic but thankfully I had some glue to repair it, which was a huge relief. Not a fault of the kit itself, just my own excitement getting the better of me! Though I will recommend to be careful when assembling these kits if you're not experienced, and be gentle with them.

I was so so happy when the kit was finished and I could play around with it! Building it is half the fun, and the other half is posing it in all sorts of cool ways! You've seen some pictures of that already, but I also have some gifs of the kit spinning on a little turntable saved for the end.

The HG Demi Trainer kit comes with just the shield, saber stick and beam gun that I mentioned previously, which I personally don't mind too much but of course having more options for equipment is always a good thing. Thankfully you can buy an expansion set for Demi Trainer that includes a beam rifle, gatling gun, combat knife, 4-cell hand missile launcher and open hand parts, as well as some smaller extras. I personally don't have this expansion kit but I would love to get it at some point!

Overall, I think this is a fantastic kit to build, particularly if you are new to gunpla and are looking for a place to start. The Witch From Mercury kits are some of the best quality I think I've seen in gunpla (again, from my limited experience) and if you love the series and want to collect gunpla, you can't go wrong with getting this kit. The posable nature and movement of the kit itself is great, which I think is really cool and allows for some creative shots to be made with them!

This is a little series of posts that I hope to continue in the future! If you have any suggestions on things to add or change please let me know! I'm open to constructive criticism :)

[bouncybongfairy]

Bodega Dreams Part 2

Miles Morales x Fem Reader

Summary: After finding out that not only is Miles is The Prowler but that you are also pregnant. You now must navigate how to repair the trust lost in your relationship.

Word Count: 3k+

(This story has a character who is getting an abortion. If that offends you: Block me.)

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When you woke up the next morning, Miles still wasn't home. You didn't bother going out of the room to see if he was there because you didn't want to face his mom. You didn't really want to see Miles, either. Thinking about sorting all the emotions of the situation made you want to pass out. You wish you could say differently, but you didn't contemplate whether to tell Miles about the pregnancy. Deep down, you knew he had a right to know, even though it's your choice to do what's best for your body. If you didn't tell him, you had to live with the fact that you'd be keeping something so big from him. He didn't tell you about being The Prowler for the same reason. Having a child with someone is such a spiritual and intense experience and did you really want that with someone who kept such monumental secrets from you? This whole ordeal really cemented the insecurity she had about being so emotionally dependent on Miles. Even if you decide to leave, where would you go? Were you supposed to live with your dad in his prison cell or maybe at your mother's grave? You haven't even graduated highschool yet. 

You get out of bed and walk over to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Your face was swollen and your hair was going every which way. You decide to hop in the shower, doing nothing more than sitting in the hot water. It did make you feel a bit better, until you heard Miles gently knocking on the door. 

"Y|N?" he asked as you cut the water off. 

"I'm here," you said flatly.

"We need to talk," he said, you actually almost chuckled.

"What is there to talk about? You want me to accept that you're The Prowler which you've been hiding from me for God knows how long. You seem to be okay with literally murdering innocent people for whatever excuse or mission you're clearly willing to stick to no matter what. So what is there really to talk about Miles?" You spit the words out like venom. 

"I told you I was wrong for that. I figured the less you knew the less danger you'd be in. I didn't want you to be constantly worried about such complicated things," He said. 

"That's bullshit," you said, wrapping a towel around yourself and walking into the bedroom. 

"How am I protecting you from such a violent and vicious world bullshit?" he asked. 

"What did you think was going to happen when I found out? Did you really think you were going to go years without telling me? We are in a relationship that I thought was an open book, I didn't realize you were ripping out pages as I was reading. Don't fucking sit there and try to act like you were protecting me from knowledge because we both know knowledge isn't something that anyone needs to be protected from. You were protecting your own image you wanted me to have of you. It's really off putting that you're trying to make it seem like you had to lie to me to protect me. Like that's actually weird as fuck," you said throwing on a tee shirt and biker shorts. 

"Okay. I hear you and I understand that this hurt you," he said, getting less defensive.

"It's not that it hurt my feelings. Well I mean yeah it did but my trust in you is just gone. I just need time to clear my head, I love you but this is just such a fucked up situation," you said throwing on a pair of shoes and grabbing your purse. 

"Does your mom know?" you asked?

"Where are you-"

"Does. Your. Mom. Know?" You asked again which was followed by a heavy silence. 

"Oh that's rich, you protecting her too?" you asked rhetorically.

"What time are you gonna be home?" he asked, following you from the bedroom to the living room. 

"I just need to run down and get a couple things from the store. I love you," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. 

You have never been so relieved to smell the rotting garbage on the curb in your life. You didn't want to be in the house right now. You reach into your bag to pull out your pen but when you remembered your situation. You threw it back into your bag in frustration and walked to your favorite deli and ordered a cold sub and a diet coke. You haven't eaten anything after vomiting your brains out last night. Your body was past empty at this point. After you left you hopped on the subway and made your way down to the cemetery, buying a bouquet of flowers from a street vendor. 

You felt stupid for getting ready so fast because it was 60 degrees and you were in some damn biker shorts. You wanted to go see your moms grave, it just made you feel calm and at peace. You missed her in times like this, she died when you were about 12. You were grateful for the childhood memories but in your teenage years you needed her. Sometimes you think your dad wouldn't have spiraled if she didn't pass, as awful as the sounds. It's nobody's fault but that almost makes it worse, accepting that it was just her fate was harder than blaming someone. 

Once she got to the cemetery she pulled some weeds away from her grave stone. She used her napkins from the deli to wipe away some of the debris from the stone. After that, you laid your jacket on the ground and started to eat your food. You are a spiritual person, so you didn't feel like you needed to relay the last 24 hours to her verbally. You feel as though she watches over you and knows what's going on as it happens. You set your sandwich down and let out a big sigh. 

"This is just a fucked up mess huh?" you asked rhetorically washing your food down with your soft drink.

You spent the time at the cemetery self reflecting on what you were going to do. It was your decision to be with Miles even if he is The Prowler. You understood that this could put you in danger, enemies who wanted to hurt you just to get to Miles. That was a choice you could make but a baby can't help the life they are brought into. Would it really be moral for you to put your child in a situation where they could be killed or used as ransom or whatever? Even if you didn't consider his alter ego, you were both barely 18. You wanted to go to college, have a career, travel and experience everything life has to offer with Miles. Not to mention the clone, your brain really couldn't even process that; it literally gave you a migraine. You wiped a few tears from your face and stood up. You pack your things up and make your way out of the graveyard and stop at the store before heading back to the apartment. 

When you walked in, Miles was sitting on the couch. He jumped up once he heard the door open, practically running to you. 

"How are you?" he asked you, running his hands down your arms. 

"We need to talk," you sighed walking back into the bedroom.

"Yeah, of course," he said following you. 

"First, I want to say that I understand why you didn't tell me. I think it was stupid but I do get why you thought it would protect me. I'm extremely hurt that.. you wouldn't tell me such an important part of your life. I'm not saying that I completely forgive you and want to move on but, there is something that- I'm pregnant. I feel kinda like everything that happened last night really opened my eyes to how many things you have to consider when having a baby. I don't think we should have this baby especially with everything we have going on," you said with tears pooling in your eyes. Miles covered his hands with his face and ran them down his cheeks slowly.

"Holy shit," he said standing up, starting to pace. 

"I'm sorry if this sounds harsh but you will respect my decision." you said, he shook his head in agreement. 

"I'm so sorry that I put you through last night especially knowing, you know. I respect your decision of course but you also have to respect my feelings about it," he said, getting on his knees in front of you. You were sitting on the bed, he rested his elbows on your knees and looked up at you as he spoke. 

"Well what are your feelings about it?" you asked.

"I love you so obviously the thought of raising a child with you intrigues me. I want to be able to have a future and a family with you but like you said it's your decision," he said

"Even if I decided to keep it, would that really work? You're.. The Prowler. I can make the decision to stay with you even though I know I'm at risk. I can't bring an innocent child into that," you said, taking his face into your hands.

"I know," he said rubbing his hands, "Tomorrow, I want to take you down to the warehouse. To show you everything i've been up to. I don't want to hide anything from you anymore," he said standing up and sitting next to you on the bed. 

"Is it safe?" you asked. 

"It's safe when the lion is the one who is inviting you into the den right?" he asked.

"Not unless the lion wants a little snack," you joked back.

"I might be feeling hungry by then," he said making you laugh, this was the first time you smiled at each other since the entire ordeal. 

~

You meant what you said about how you couldn't forgive and forget everything he kept from you. It did make you feel better that he was wanting to open up more and show you what he's been up to. This is the first step to healing the relationship in your opinion. You're just trying to take things day by day, stressing out constantly would just make everything worse. Once you woke up in the morning you started getting ready to go with Miles to work. Then after you were going to planned parenthood to set up an appointment. You expressed to Miles how you were a bit nervous because of everything you've seen about the protestors who harass people who come in and out. He reassured you that he wouldn't allow anyone to do so.  You both were in the car pulling up to the warehouse, Uncle Aaron allowed Miles to take his truck for the day to run errands.

The building was dull from the outside, it didn't look abandoned but not necessarily occupied either. There were no cars in sight and trash littered the ground, stray dogs fighting over who knows what. There was a line of tents that ran along one of the fence lines. Once you got into the building you were a bit confused because it appeared to be completely empty. He led you to the corner of the large room and let go of your hand. He pushed a broken refrigerator about five feet from its original placement, revealing a set of stairs. Once you were downstairs your eyes widened; it was like you stepped into a whole new world. 

Tables that were packed to the brim with technology and weapons that looked like they came from the pits of world war three. Not only just machinery but what appeared to be a lab, different test tubes filled with different colored liquids among other things. Open duffle bags of money, more money you'd ever seen in real life. You were pretty taken back with everything you were seeing. 

"What is it that you do exactly?" you asked, running your fingers along one of the tables. 

"We're essentially body guards for our boss Kingpin. If he has a problem with someone then that person has a problem with The Prowler," he said, grabbing your hand. 

"So you promise me you're not just killing for fun?" you asked, turning to face him. 

"I would never purposefully end someone's life for shits and giggles. Ever." he said. 

"Are you happy doing all this?" you asked.

"I am, I feel like I really do help keep people safe. The people that Kingpin sicks us on can be some of the most vile people you could imagine. Not only that, I try to give back to the community. You know Mrs. Rodchester who lives on 112th? Ever since her husband died, her entire social security goes towards her rent. The other day Uncle Arron and I were able to stock her entire fridge and buy her things like toilet paper etc. There's a man in our building whose wife died, leaving him with 4 kids under 15. We took them back to school shopping and were able to pay for a gravestone. I know we can cause harm but I don't know I really try to be as good as I can," he said.

"Thank you for taking me here and showing me more about what you do. I feel alot better about this entire thing," you said, pulling him into a hug. 

"Me too," he said. 

You were both on your way to the clinic, you were a bit sad but deep down you knew this was the best decision for your situation. Miles had taken some money from one of the bags and stopped at Mcdonalds. When you pulled into the parking lot you were taken back by how outlandish the protesters were. Holding signs with fetuses and bible verses under them. Yelling and trying to talk to every car that exited, trying to show fliers through the car windows. Thou shall not judge though right? You felt bad from women who didn't have a choice being told their evil for something they can't help. Like women with ectopic pregnancies or rape victims who may not necessarily want an abortion but need to for their health. 

After walking into the lobby you only waited about an hour before getting your appointment set up. It was a week from now and you were feeling relieved that it was being taken care of. You read online that a lot of girls have guilt even if they wanted to go through with it. You however didn't feel this way, you were confident that you were making the right choice for yourself, Miles and your pregnancy. He was being so supportive, he held your hand the entire time and kept telling you: I support you no matter what. As you guys were walking out of the clinic, you were shocked at the hell that broke loose while you were inside. Police cars were everywhere, and three protesters were in handcuffs, you laughed when you saw them. That smile quickly faded once you saw a young woman covered in blood. Apparently one of the protesters threw a bucket of pig's blood on a woman walking back to her car. 

"I wasn't even getting an fucking abortion I came here to pick up my damn birth control!" she practically screamed as an officer comforted her, wiping some of the blood off her face. Once you got back to the car, tears started to flow down your face.

"What's wrong?" Miles asked. 

"Maybe it's just hormones but I feel so bad for that girl. What if that was me I just- people can be so cruel," you said showing a handful of slightly cold fries into your mouth. 

"Yeah pro-life until it's the life of the woman of the fetus," he said, putting the car into drive and making your way home. You were exhausted once you got home, you let your body flop onto the couch. Rio was making spaghetti which you were excited for. She put vegetables in it like mushrooms and zucchini which you really liked. 

"Where have you guys been, I feel like I haven't seen you either in a couple days," she said, wiping her hands on your jeans, pulling Miles into a hug. You could barely keep your eyes open so you excuse yourself and go lay down. Miles followed you explaining that he had to go meet up with Uncle Aaron to handle some business. You don't really remember what you said because as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out. 

~

"Come on Mami, come eat," Rio said as she sat on the bed rubbing your arm up and down to wake you up. You slowly got up, feeling like a bear coming out of hibernation. You walked out and there was already a plate ready for you.

"Thank you so much, it smells so good," you said sitting down. 

"Of course," she paused before continuing, "so, I found this in the bathroom," she said holding up your pregnancy test, you could physically feel the blood draining from your face. 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you I was-" you started before Rio interrupted you. 

"Don't apologize, you are loved and supported here and I want you to know that I support you. No matter what you decide. Does Miles know?" she asked, sitting down next to you, putting her hand on your knee. 

"Yes he knows, he came with me to planned parenthood. I'm not going to keep the baby, I just don't think our relationship or either of our mental states could handle a baby. I'm not ready," you said, starting to cry for the thousandth time today. 

"You know only Jef and I know this but before Miles I had an abortion. He just got accepted into the police academy and I wasn't even halfway done with nursing school. Not only that, I had such bad morning sickness that I lost 15 pounds. I couldn't eat, sleep or focus; I couldn't get anything done, nothing. My point in telling you this, I want you to know that life can move forwards even as big of an obstacle as this is okay?" she asked and you pulled her into a hug. She laughed and wrapped her arms around you tightly. 

"Thank you for everything," you said. 

"My bonus daughter," she said, pulling away and holding your face in her hands. She then turned on the T.V as you both started to eat. 

"I am currently reporting live from a planned parenthood in Harlem, New York. Three protesters died after an assault of a woman who was doused in blood after picking up a prescription. Police have indicated that The Prowler is tied to this case due to the debris left on the scene and the nature of the attack. Heather Morretti reporting with Channel 101 News." The women spoke loudly through the speaker. 

"Serves them right," Rio said, getting up to grab a drink. You sat there dumbfounded and confused. You immediately get up and run to the bathroom, throwing up everything you ate today.

Authors Note:

Thank you for reading, I was feeling a bit insecure about my writing before posting the first part to this story. I'm so happy to see that people enjoy my work and it makes me feel proud to cover a topic that many women feel they can't talk about without getting attacked. Abortion is health care and as @kickbacknxtdoor said when someone has so many things on their plate, a baby truly can be out of the question and that isn't something to be ashamed of. Again, abortion is health care that every person should have entailment to. If that triggers you, tough tatas.

@sosongstrawberry

@isabelcor3

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

DFF Finale

Not with a bang, not a whimper but somewhere in the middle.

My thoughts are jumbled and all over the place, I came in the finale already spoiled (I couldn't wait and the gray sites are taking too long) and I am not even sure I will still feel 100% like this by the time the week is out.

Ultimatly I agree a lot with what @lurkingshan says in her post here

A lot of the episode was good: The hallucinations were amazing, and I think the character work in all of them (and the series in general, with only some minor hiccups) is very solid. The acting is also very good. I want to see these boys in more roles. The writing from Ep 1 to Ep 9 was AMAZING!! The reveals are all super hard hitting, it felt like there was fire after fire for every episode.

White my baby, a tragic character if there ever was one, HE WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE THERE, his boyfriend was basically seeing him as replacement Non since they started dating. We all loved and clowned on this character so hard!! A lot of White's character makes sense in hindsight, at least to me who is like 5 weeks in a couple of layers of theorizing and obessing (I do realize not everyone feels like that a lot of what makes sense for me it's speculation driven by weeks of obsession), even some of the other more baffling moments, like the converstation with Tan and that moment with Phee.

Problems started at EP 10, and while I loved the Tee and TeeWhite scenes of EP 11 thanks to episode 10 they felt way to disconnected and too late. It left the last 3 episodes less focused and the pacing a mess.

And then there is the ending. And while this is by no means the worse ending of a BL I ever seen, and this show is by no means the biggest dissapointment I ever had (that's still Only Friends). I don't think the ending was as strong as it should be.

I think the failure of DFF for me is in two places:

The focus on mystery and reveals primed the audience to expect answears or at least an ending that is more clear then what we got.

The way they did this open ending gave me the impression that they just refused to pick an ending and so they went with "both and none and who knows".

There were ways to make an ending with still some questions left open work: Give me the cops in the house, or show us the bodies as Phee comes out of the hallucination and gives his final breath. Show the bodies in different positions, show the ax in someone's body and no New. Or even have the ending be a journalist talking at the screen keeping up with the layers of voyerism to the story and have them describe only 7 bodies but not say who survive so the audience can pick the option they like best.

Anything that would have given the impression that they actually PICKED an ending.

I am not sure I will be able to re-watch this, I am scared too many things will start to fall apart if I do. While I enjoyed clowing with the fandom and truly loved watching this live (and it has helped me interacting more with people on tumblr) I can't help but feel like maybe if I had binged this, without having time to think over some of the stuff I probably would have enjoyed the finale better.

Maybe I should just be happy that a BL I was hyperfixating on didn't crush and burn like the other two (Shadow and Only Friends).

I am happy BOC experimented and branced out even if they didn't totally sticked the landing, it's a worth while show to watch if you can handle horror. I want BLs to do more stuff like that (experimenting and branching out in different genres) and I want the people in the cast to have a long carrear because I think they mostly all did an amazing job.

In short great job BOC (even if you didn't land all that well at the end there) now give me a poly series: 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

[bengiyo]

I Feel You Linger in the Air Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, Jom told Yai the truth about his origins and his suspicion that he's about to vanish. Yai didn't want to lose Jom and did everything he could, from asking a monk to reading H.G. Wells instead of having sex with Jom. They held a farewell and thanks party for their friends that felt a lot like an AIDS announcement party to me. Jom wrote a letter to the future and asked Yai to pass it down through his descendants. Nonkul and Bright delivered last week with incredibly heartfelt performances of two people trying to make the most of the time they have and not mourn. Meanwhile, Fong Kaew put Euangphueng in touch with someone to help her abort the child, and Maey struggled with the potential spiritual fallout of that.

Oh lord, Jom and Yai are burying a body.

Oh, nevermind. Yai is following his instincts related to Jom.

If they buried a ring in the past, did they not know about the time jump? I would have sent instructions. Come to think of it, Jom should have written a letter to himself!

Oh it's Mustache Yai again! What a fascinating sense memory. How is Jom remembering moments from the past that occur in his future?

Aw, it was a dream.

"You take a little stick, you dig a little hole...and you have a little fun."

It always looks hot as hell in Thailand.

I like this send off scene for Euangphueng and Maey.

Yai covered the mirrors. I love that.

Jom's smile when Khamsaen asks him if he could just move on from love is perfect.

Oh, poor Yai. He definitely thought Jom vanished.

The choreography for their intimate scenes is so good and so tasteful. This feels like gay sex even if we don't see it. There's so much intent and silent communication here. Doing a montage over their heavy breathing was a great choice.

We let them make love. Time for the drama.

Having Jom disappear while he was doing the portrait is so much. Come on.

This extended goodbye is making me ache.

Well that was so sad.

Mustache Yai and Jom's original clothes are back.

WHO IS THIS SCUBA DIVER? ARE WE RESCUING JOM FROM THE CRASH?

Oh lord we're back to the present and just walking around unbothered.

Now Ohm and Baby Mama are here! We hadn't been in the present day drama for very long, and this is actually fairly reasonable behavior considering all that happened.

Oh good, Jom remembers.

Look at that, Jom is eating crepes and his sister is coming out. It's a good day.

Fascinated by the implications of the ceremony and all the reincarnated people being in Jom's life. Please show us the woman who owns the house.

Feeling very emotional about all of these mementos being saved for Jom for a century.

Wow, this letter. Incredible historical significance.

Whoa. How is Yai here?

Wait, how are we ending here??

Now why is Jom in the goddamn woods again?

I'm so glad we got a second season confirmation because I would be so annoyed being left in limbo.

Final Verdict: 9, This Show Was Worth The Hype. I have some qualms with some of the pacing of various beats and how effectively the expanded roles of the side cast worked out in the show relative to what was clearly a story focused on a romance, but I think this show took me to places in queer history I hadn't specifically thought about in a way that made me hungry to know more. I really appreciate Nonkul and Bright so much because Tee is at his best with strong performers who work really well together. This show held for its first half, but I find myself frustrated for Jom that we still have no idea how or why any of this is happening to him, and I think it's really sad that he keeps losing his loves. This is one of my favorite productions of the year, and yet I feel like I want some distance from it for a while now that it's over.

[bleghbleghladydeath]

To Lazy To Go Over To Quotev sO JeFF x nINa

Sixteen-year-old Jeff looked sadly at Nina as she desperately tried to clean the blood, beer, mold and water damaged floors. It's been a month since Nina joined, since she moved in with Jeff, since Imperium dumped her into his hell shack surrounded by graywater with no heat, windows, proper door or electricity. Jeff stood up and took the brush from Nina's hands. She looked at him, confused, her hair is tangle and her clothes caked in blood and dirt. Jeff took her over to the moth-eaten couch with a cushion missing, sitting her down. "Nina, the sooner you give up the lesser it hurts." Jeff grunted, grabbing a needle, sticking it into his arm. Nina stared, dumbfounded by him. She seemed to puff up and Jeff looked at her, confused. "Pussy!" she blurted out, her Russian accent heavy.

Jeff stared.

"Your a fucking pussy!" Nina snapped, standing up.

"Err, okay?" Jeff grunted, going back to carefully disposing of his needle.

"You just completely gave up, like an old, injured dog!" Nina said, kinda loud now. "Your gonna attract Rake, shut the fuck up." Jeff growled.

Nina puffed up more and jerked Jeff onto his feet. She shoved the brush in his hand, kicked him in the knee, dropping him to the ground. "I'm done watching you sit around like you can't do anything, we can fucking try Jeffrey Dan Woods!" Nina snapped.

She quickly switched to Russian, ranting at him. Jeff stared, dumbfounded and a little turned on. He blushed softly as she stood over him. He hummed and watched as she went for the door. "W-Where you goin'?" Jeff asked. Nina huffed. "BLEACH!" she screeched, slamming the door.

Jeff grabbed onto his tee shirt and squeezed. "Bitch..adorable, stupid, small bitch.." Jeff mumbled, face incredibly red.

Nina soon came back, and she had masks. She put one on Jeff, so soft now. She then put her's on. "I'm sorry.." Nina mumbled.

Jeff looked at her and nodded. They doused the floor in bleach and got to work. It helped with the mold and all the blood stains, but the house was still a wreck. Jeff knew he'd ruin it in a week, but he might as well humor her.

Jeff sat on the couch quietly. Jeff was downing a beer and Nina was trying to get a MP3 to work. Finally, it started working and Nina gasped. She turned it on and some pop song neither of them knew came on. "I'll need to find something we'll like.." Jeff grunted.

Nina was dancing, not noticing Jeff. Jeff grunted and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch. He got up and went over. He grabbed her, wrapping her up before putting her on the cushioned part of the couch. He then sat on the front porch, getting drunk. Jeff thought quietly, he's never loved before, he always thought he just didn't feel love but here he is, this tiny, outspoken, smart mouthed little asshole who bruised the back of his knee makes him feel kinda weak. Jeff growled, throwing a bottle at a tree. "Emotions are fucking dumb!" Jeff growled, kicking a stick.

[tonberry-yoda]

Write for Leon Scott Kennedy coward 😳

The End - Leon Scott Kennedy

notes - THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR MAKING MY BRAINROT WORSE! You get a long fic now tee hee. This was so satisfying to write tbh. I loved RE2 and love Leon, so I was very happy to write this <333

word count - 2,756

WARNINGS - blood, SPOILERS FOR RE2, not proofread lolol

Wounds from Lickers, Zombies, spare glass shards, and god only knows what covered your body. You looked like a wreck who was tired and a little dead inside, but it was over. You made it out of that hellhole they called Raccoon City and were now onto a new, and hopefully better life.

"I could really use a shower," Claire laughed, picking a stick out of Sherry's hair.

"Tell me about it." You agreed, wiping what you couldn't tell was dirt or sewage off of your shoulder. You felt disgusting, but you knew that whenever you got to a shower that it was going to be the best shower of all time.

You and Claire were lucky you could still be laughing and smiling after everything that happened. And Leon... well, he had been through hell and back with it being his first day as a cop and all. You felt bad for him. He went through loss after loss and you had no clue what to say.

He was sitting in the corner of the train cart, crying. You wanted more than anything to go cheer him up or something, but how on Earth were you supposed to do that.

Apparently though, Claire saw that you were eyeing the crying cop and nudged your arm with her elbow, signaling that you should probably go talk to him. She and Sherry decided to head to another cart to look around a bit.

You took a deep breath and walked over to the blonde boy, putting your hand on his back. "You were very brave out there," you told him in a soft voice, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

He looked up at you a little shocked, tears staining his puffy red eyes. "No way. If anything you were the bravest here. Me and Claire were kinda prepared for anything, but you? You were just living life and got sucked into this shit."

"But I'm okay now. And you're okay! We did great out there!"

Leon just nodded and stared off into space, little tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked.

Leon turned to you again. Seeing him cry was about to make you cry.

"It's my fault she's gone."

"Who? Ada?" You had stuck with Leon his whole mission helping him through stupid puzzles and beating the shit out of psycho dogs. Ada was someone you met on the mission and immediately got a bad vibe from. You knew she wasn't FBI when you met her, you just didn't have the heart to tell Leon. He really seemed to like that girl. And it didn't matter how jealous you were in the little tram where she kissed him.

Leon nodded, tears welling back up in his eyes. "I could've pulled her up if I didn't get so hurt. She's gone now... because of me."

You put your hand on Leon's back. "Leon, look, she was a crazy mercenary, there's a huge, like GIANT chance that she's okay. She probably had a grappling hook in her bra or something."

That actually made Leon laugh a bit, which surprised you. "How's your arm?" You asked, wanting to quickly change the subject.

"Better." He stretched out his arm, which took some work, but he barely winced.

"Good!" You smiled and gave Leon one more check over to make sure he wasn't in any more need for medical attention. "It looks way better!"

"Yeah, well injuries always look better than they feel." Leon chuckled and sat back to be more comfortable. None of you knew where this train was going to lead, but you were just happy to know that you would be out of that awful town.

"You're really strong, you know that?" Leon told you.

You were shocked to hear that if you were being honest, so you turned to Leon with red cheeks. "Where did that come from?"

"I mean, I already explained it earlier, come on! You've been through a lot with me. Thanks for that."

You just nodded, still thinking about Ada. You were never the jealous type, but all of the sudden you were and it was pissing you off. I mean, you couldn't blame all the ladies around you for liking Leon as much as you did because oh my god, he was perfect. He wanted to protect everyone, was kind, empathetic, and cute as fuck. He was everything anyone wanted in a partner and you were just mad that Ada got her hands on him first.

"I can't wait to get some nice clean clothes." Leon sighed, pulling you out of your mind.

"Right?!" Even thinking about the warm embrace of a blanket was making you cozy, but clean clothes? That sounded like heaven right then.

"I found a crap ton of money at the station and that should be enough to get us a couple of hotel rooms and some clean clothes until we find something better." Leon pulled out wads of cash and your jaw dropped. You knew that some of the zombies would have cash on them and you had to admit, you did take some, but you weren't expecting Leon, the cute cuddly rookie, to take any.

"Leon, did you steal that?!"

His face flushed bright red. "I-I.... They.... I just.... We needed it and uh...."

"I'm just playing with you, Kennedy." You playfully slapped his back and he cleared his throat, a little embarrassed.

"Hey guys?" Claire stuck her head back into the cart with a smile. "Sorry if I'm interrupting your flirting, but it looks like we're about to come to a stop. Looks like we're outside of Raccoon City too!"

You laughed at Claire and turned to fine Leon blushing, which made you blush too. "Alright, we'll get prepared."

"You better," Claire winked. "Because clean clothes and a bed sound like heaven itself."

The train came to a halt in an unknown area, but when you got off of the train, the world looked happy again. It was no longer the dead of night and was now early morning, where the air smelled fresh and you could hear birds chirping. It was fantastic and you didn't mind the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. The train took off behind all of you with a loud whoosh and you were now somewhere new, hoping that you wouldn't hear anymore zombies.

"Come on you guys!!!" Claire ran off to a city that was off in the distance, grabbing Sherry's hand. "Let's go!! Are you seriously gonna wait all day?!"

You and Leon looked at each other with a smile and ran after Claire to the city. Stepping in there any other day would probably be hell, with people cussing each other out and pushing each other around, but when all of you stepped in there, it was amazing. There were living breathing humans just doing their every day normal routines. It was like everything was back to normal.

You clung to Leon's arm and smiled. "Leon, can you believe it?"

He was smiling like an idiot before running into some random Target. People were looking at you like you were crazy, while others whispered about hearing what happened in Raccoon City, surprised there were survivors.

You didn't care either way, it's not like you were paying attention. Instead, you just grabbed everything you needed. Water, food, underwear, shoes, socks, clothes, normal everyday items that would be so regular to everyone, but seemed like jewels and riches to you.

You walked up to Leon with a stacked cart and a smile. "I'm about ready to check out!"

Leon looked at your stack with wide eyes. "Damn, you really went ham down those aisles, huh?"

You nodded. "I'm just thankful I had a crap ton in my savings so you don't have to pay for any of it. Thank god they have an ATM here."

"Oh, awesome!" Leon was looking at a few shirts and you pulled one off of it's hanger, handing it to him.

"You would look good in this. I'll meet you outside, okay? Tell Claire the same!"

Waiting outside in a Target parking lot wasn't ideal, but it felt heavenly out, so you weren't mad in the slightest. Honestly, you didn't care at all that you looked pathetic, you were just happy this wasn't Raccoon City.

Claire quickly ran out of the Target with her arm in Sherry's. "Let's go get that hotel room!!!" She quickly darted off and Leon ran out of the Target, limping.

"Dammit, Claire, hold on!!"

You grabbed onto Leon's arm and chuckled. "She's fine, Leon. We'll catch up. She pointed at the hotel she wants to stay in, and it's not too far off. I'm just glad she has the energy to take care of that kid right now."

Leon nodded. "Same. I can barely walk without feeling like I'm going to pass out."

You and Leon walked to the hotel, laughing about the memories you had of Mr. X trying to follow you around. Even though those scared the shit out of you in the moment, you couldn't help but laugh now.

The hotel was nice. It was bright white and covered in fancy red carpets. You looked like a bunch of homeless people.... well, you guessed you were now.

"Me and Sherry are gonna share a room," Claire said, grabbing both sides of the girls shoulders.

"Then I guess that means y/n and I will have separate rooms. I'll go pay."

Your heart dropped and immediate panic filled your body.

"W-Wait." You pulled Leon off to the side, your heart pounding for some reason.

"What's wrong?" Leon looked at you with concern and held your shoulders.

"I... Can we share a room?" You looked up at him and he smiled.

"Of course."

"I just don't know if I can sleep alone after all that and we've already been through so mu-"

Leon placed his index finger on your lips and giggled. "I don't need an excuse from you, y/n. I understand."

You waited eagerly and patiently for Leon to get each of your rooms.

"I'm gonna shower so hard, you don't even understand." Claire said, stretching, each of her bones making a small pop sound.

"Me too." You sighed, imagining the warm water running down your back.

"Here's your key, Claire. Don't lose it."

Claire snorted. "As if. Of course I'm not gonna lose it. Let's go Sherry!" They ran up the stairs, getting odd looks from other patrons and staff, but they didn't seem to care.

"You ready, y/n?"

You nodded, taking the elevator with Leon.

"I'm so glad that's over." He smiled, clicking the elevator button.

"Me too."

"I still can't believe how amazing you were back there." Leon gave you a little pat on the back.

"Well, for it being your first day, Kennedy, I'd say you killed it."

"Literally."

You both burst out into laughter. You were surprised you could still do that, but very happy about it.

"You're amazing, Leon." You set down your target bag on the elevator floor and pulled him into your arms.

He sighed, tickling your neck a bit and held you by your waist. "You're amazing."

The elevator dinged, interrupting your hug, but you couldn't help but bolt out of there and down the long hallways.

"You're going the wrong way, y/n!" Leon called out, pointing down the other end of the hall.

"Which room is it?" Before Leon could answer, you glanced at the key and took off, finding the room rather quickly. You waited like an impatient puppy and bobbed up and down as Leon opened the door.

Leon opened the door to a nice clean room that smelled slightly perfumey, but much better than rotting zombie.

As you were searching the room, you were satisfied with everything. It was cozy, roomy, had a TV, a clean bathroom, and...

"Leon?"

"Yeah?" Leon was already quick to unpack his stuff, and stuffed his mouth with chips.

"There's only one bed."

His face flushed pink. "Y-Yeah... I.... I thought it would be nice." He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "Look.... I don't want to be that far from you, okay? I don't know why. I still feel like I have to protect you and-" You interrupted him by placing your index finger on his lips this time.

"I don't need an excuse, Leon. I really don't mind. Now, I'm gonna take a quick shower. Sorry you gotta stay musty for a little while longer."

"Eh, it's fine. It'll make the shower more worth it."

Worth it was definitely the right words to use. When you stepped into the shower, ignoring the dark red that poured off of you and the black water that formed at your feet, it was really heaven. It was the best shower you had ever taken, and you have never felt so clean in your entire life.

When you stepped out, you immediately tossed out your old clothes and put on something fresh and some pajamas that made you feel cute. It didn't really matter since you were about to pass out soon, but feeling nice was something you enjoyed and something you actually needed after all of that.

You stepped out of the bathroom and chugged some water, not even noticing that Leon had run straight past you to take a shower himself. He really deserved it though, so you didn't blame him.

You laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. What a goddamn day. You really couldn't believe you survived all of that. It was a shit show, and for a while, before you met Leon, you didn't have anything but a metal pipe to beat the zombies off with. If not for that rookie cop, you wouldn't be here right now.

You were more thankful than he could ever know.

"Holy shit," Leon stepped out of the bathroom, drying off his hair with a little towel, in a giant shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. "That was the best shower ever."

You sat up with a smile. "Wasn't it?!"

Leon smiled when he saw you, throwing down the mini towel on a nearby table before jumping on the bed next to you. "You know," he told you, getting comfortable on the bed. "You're actually really cute not covered in blood. Wait, that came out wrong... You were cute with the blood... but uh.... shit, I messed up, can I restart?"

You giggled. "Go ahead. Restart."

"You know," Leon looked at you with the most loving smile ever. "You're really cute."

You blushed. "Says the cutest guy in the world."

"Aw, shucks, you don't mean that, do you?"

"Of course I mean that, Leon."

He smiled at you and pulled you into his arms, laying back with you on the bed. "I'm glad I found you out there." He said softly.

"I'm glad you found me."

You two sat in silence for a while, just laying in each other's arms. After being through all of that, you didn't realize how sore you were and only now was it kicking in. But thank god you had a bed.

Breaking the silence, Leon wrapped his arms around you tighter. "I never want to let you go, y/n." He whispered in your ear, placing a kiss on the lobe.

"But...." You hated yourself for asking this. "What about Ada?"

"What about her?" Leon sat up a bit, letting go of you.

"I.... You two kissed. It seemed like you really liked her."

"Ada kissed me," Leon reminded you. "We weren't that close. I knew you for longer, even if it was a couple of hours. Plus, Ada betrayed us. She was using me. You, y/n, you really care about me. I just want to protect you.... at all costs. If you'll let me."

You cupped Leon's face in your hands and smiled. "Of course I'll let you. But know I want to protect you every now and again."

Leon couldn't help himself, he pushed forward and planted his lips onto yours, pushing you right down on the bed. You quickly smiled into the kiss and pulled him closer until he was right on top of you.

He placed kiss after kiss after kiss onto you until you both passed out, snoring.

You didn't care what was ahead. As long as you had Leon, you would be fine.

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[risingwiththeheatabove]

A Little Honey - Chapter 1 - Honey

Pairing: Josh X Reader

Series list

Warnings for series: 18+, Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting

Word Count 4K

July 2021

You were startled as you hear the balcony door open. You must have fallen asleep reading. You wipe the sweat off of your forehead and open your eyes to see Nora looking down at you. A big toothy grin on her face and a slight sun kissed hue to her nose and cheeks. Her blonde hair was slightly longer than normal. It was sitting at her shoulders and slightly bleached out from the sun.

“Hey sleepy head!” She giggled as you spoke to you.

“Hey, did you just get home?” You were still unsure how long you had been sleeping for.

“Yeah, they let me off early today since my manger overbooked the lunch shift.”

You looked at your phone, you had only been asleep for about 30 minutes. Thank god. You had never missed a shift and you didn’t ever plan on it.

“Well what are you going to do with your extra day off?” You asked sitting up from your chair and collecting your things. Sweat began to pool down your back and under boob.

“I think I will take after my big sister and enjoy a nap!” She said continuing to giggle at your disheveled appearance.

Looking yourself over you had to laugh as well. You hair was stuck to your face, you tank top practically soaked through.

“Well I for one need to shower before my shift.” You stated as you both walked back into the apartment.

“Toss your clothes outside the door, I am doing a load of laundry.” Nora stated as you walked towards your room.

You finished your shower. You still had an hour before you had to leave so you decided to get a little more done up for your Friday shift. The bar you worked at was pretty modern and casual. You didn’t have a uniform just general guidelines so you were still able to express your unique style. With the heat stopping no time soon you found a pair of white high waisted shorts that you paired with a vintage Black Sabbath band tee. Deciding to lean into to country style of Nashville and threw on your favorite black cowboy boots. You fixed your hair up so that it wouldn’t stick to your neck all night. Lastly you applied some light eye make up and a small amount of blush, knowing much more would melt by the end of your shift.

You got to the bar at 4 pm your normal time. Your shift was going by quickly until about 7 pm when the Friday rush came in. You were being called left and right, keeping a smile on your face and working quickly you notice a familiar face walk up.

“Hey sis!” Nora says leaning over the bar top.

She normally did not go out and if she did bars were not really her thing.

“Hey! I didn’t think I would see you here tonight.” You cock an eyebrow at her suspiciously.

“I figured I would come see you in action for once! We are always working at the same time so I can never pop in and say hi.”

“Well I would love to talk but we are pretty busy tonight. Sorry!” You say as you are pulled away by another customer.

“Y/N!” you hear your manager calling.

Shit. You assume the worst. You panic as you quickly run to the back to your manager Debbie’s office.

“I know you are totally swamped with customers right now but we have a last minute private party coming in and I need you up to the VIP lounge, NOW!”

She barked at you.

Normally private parties were booked in advanced and you would have more time to set up the room and check the bar. Staff was normally over booked for these events to make sure the guests were happy with their experience. Not to mention you would normal dress a little nicer. But there was no time to worry about that.

“I will head up there right now! Who will be joining me?” You asked as you quickly fumbled to adjust your outfit.

“You will have to tackle this one solo tonight sweetheart.” Her raspy smokers voice did little to soothe the instant anxiety you felt in your throat.

“Do - Do we have any servers?” Full panic was setting in as you spoke.

“Not any to spare, but it is a small party so you should be fine on your own.”

You took a deep breath to settle your nerves. As you exhaled an idea popped into your head.

“My sister is a server! A great one actually! She is here tonight too. Could she help me? You wont have to pay her, I will take care of that.” You ask quickly with out giving yourself enough time to get nervous again.

“Shit if she works for free she can work every night!” Debbie laughs shooing you along.

You jokingly bow to her and mouth “thank you” as you run out of the room. You quickly find Nora talking with some Brad looking college bro at the bar. Grabbing her arm and dragging her up to the VIP lounge.

“Um what the hell Ms. I am too busy for you?!” She grumbles at you annoyed.

“I know I am sorry, but that guy looked awful anyway.” You both laugh in agreement. “I need your help! Before you say no I will pay you half my shift pay and split tips 50/50.”

“I am listening.” She says with a smile breaking through on her face.

“We have a last minute private party coming in. Honestly probably a bunch of douche bag musicians who can’t plan shit. We don’t have the normal serving staff scheduled like we should. That is where you come in.” You say as you gesture to her with your hands.

“All you had to do was ask! Of course I will help you. Plus I wouldn’t even have asked for you to pay me, but since you offered I will take half the tips!” She put her hand out in front of you to shake on it.

“Deal!” You shook her hand quickly.

You went over where everything was in the bar. You both set out miscellaneous decor that was used to spruce up the lounge. There was a balcony attacked to the lounge that you strung a few strands of string lights on to brighten it up.

“Did Debbie tell you who the guests were?” Nora asked while preparing a water pitcher and cups.

“No and I forgot to ask. We will find out together I guess.” You take one final look around pretty pleased with your decorating skills.

“Well hopefully they tip well!” Nora stated causing you both to chuckle.

Nora was wearing a dark navy skirt that hit just above the knee and a jewel green tank top that was tucked into the skirt. Both were a satin finish. She finished the look with a simple green pair of flats to match her top. She always wore more color than you did. You felt way more underdressed when comparing yourself to her. She could tell what you were thinking as you looked her over.

“You look great!” She said as she walked over resting her hands on your shoulders. “You look way cooler than I do. I look like a PTA mom or something.”

You both laughed and you hugged her as if to say thank you. Just as you broke away from the hug you heard a knock on the door. You quickly ran over to open it. Debbie walked through first with a group of four men following her.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You unknowingly held your breath. Nora noticed and tapped you on the back gently.

You knew exactly who these men were. One of them was tall and muscular with dark curly hair and dark features. He wore a muscle tee and black jeans.

You knew him to be Daniel. The second tallest was more slender and his hair was smooth and chocolate colored. He has on a dark red smoking jacket with a paisley pattern and nothing underneath. Again a black pair of jeans with a black belt and red loafers. Unmistakably Sammy. Next to him was a slightly shorter man who looked very similar. Long smooth hair. He wore an unbuttoned linen long sleeve shirt that had the sleeves rolled up. A medallion necklace sat around his neck with a few chains around it. His pirate attire was completed with a nautical rope bracelet, dark jeans and boating shoes. This savy looking gentlemen was Jake. Lastly HIM. He was stunning. His curly hair sat perfectly on his head. Tiny hoops looped in his ears. He wore a long white sleeve shirt paired with a mala bead necklace that appeared to be opalite. He had on light blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places. Finishing off the look with a pair of tan vans. Simple and sweet Josh.

“I like your shirt!” Sammy said as he pointed at you. He already had a drink in hand.

Nora looked at you waiting for you to respond, but you froze.

“She is mute.” Nora stated trying to cover for you uncharacteristic silence.

The boys all looked at each other confused.

“What the hell? No she is not! What is the matter with you girl?” Debbie said as she walked over shaking you lightly.

“I am sorry, I think I just got a little too hot while setting up the lights outside. Give me a minute.” You run to the small private bathroom, Nora quickly following behind.

“What the fuck Nora!” You say closing the door behind you.

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck you?! I have never seen you freeze up like that. What the hell? I mean I know that they are attractive but get your shit together!” Nora laughed as she questioned you.

“Fuck! I know, I know! But that is Greta Van Fleet!” You grabbed your face feeling the heat coming off of your cheeks.

“OH SHIT!” Nora said way to loudly.

You quickly shushed her.

Debbie tried to redirect the bands attention by showing them the room and pouring some drinks.

“Sorry!” Nora whispered.

“I just need a second to pull my heart out of my stomach.” You looked in the mirror trying to fix your hair and straighten yourself out.

“They are just a group of guys. No big deal! We can handle this!” Nora said while she fixed her own appearance in the mirror.

“We totally got this!” You say standing up tall as you attempt to open the bathroom door. Freezing at the handle and quickly turn back towards the mirror. “Holy fuck what if we don’t.” You say panicking.

“Then your favorite band hates us and we continue our lives like before.” She says laughing.

“Not helping Nora!” You bite back.

She grabs you under her arm and pulls the door open pushing you out. You almost fall but catch yourself. Looking up to see everyone watching you. You shoot daggers at Nora as she giggles behind you.

“Feeling better sweetheart?” Debbie asks, her eye brows furrowed with concern.

“Much better! The heat must have just got to me.” You try to brush off the events of the last few minutes.

“So you aren’t mute?” Danny asks light heartedly.

“Unfortunately for you all, I am not.” You respond. “ I am Y/N and I will be your bartender for tonight. This is my sister Nora and she will be your server.”

Nora waves her hand up as you introduce her.

“Well girls I will let you take it from here, but gentlemen if you need anything please let me know.” Debbie quickly exits back to the main bar.

You walk behind the bar and Nora follows closely behind. More nervous than she is letting on. The four men walk up to the bar top each sitting at a bar stool.

Why did they all have to come up at once?! You think to yourself

“What can I get you boys?” You ask as you gesture to the group. You start collecting cups and shakers.

“Well hold on!” Sammy said stopping you in your tracks. “What kind of gentlemen would we be if we didn’t introduce ourselves?”

“Gentlemen? Do you see any gentlemen in this room Daniel?” Jake sarcastically asked.

Daniel throwing his hands up as if to say “leave me out of this”. Sammy reaches across Josh to slap Jake on the shoulder. Josh being hit in the process.

“HEY! Friendly fire!” Josh pushes Sam off of him.

“Am I going to have to separate you boys?” You ask as you cock your head inquisitively.

“Oh I like her!” Danny quickly states with a sheepish grin.

You blush as he reaches a hand out to you.

“I am Danny, its nice to meet you.” You shake his hand.

“Sammy is the name and goofing is my game.” Sam says as he spins around in his bar stool.

You laugh and tip your head at him.

“Jake.” He says mysteriously as he takes your hand tipping his head and releasing it.

“And last but certainly not least… where it counts.” He says smirking and breaking out into a belly laugh. “I am Josh.” He continues to laugh as you shake his hand.

His hands are warm and soft like velvet. You hold on longer than is socially acceptable. Nora clears her throat to notify you of your lengthy hand shake. You quickly pull your hand away and busy yourself with a glass.

“So what is the drink of choice tonight boys?” You ask trying to move on.

“Surprise us sweetheart.” Jake says resting his chin in his hand as he leaned over the bar.

“Well if you want it to be a real surprise you can’t watch me make it. So you will have to let me work my magic in solitude.”

The boys move over to the couch’s. They settle in as you begin gathering bottles.

“I forgot to ask what music you guys would like to listen to?” You holler over the bar. As you plug your phone into the speaker system.

“Why don’t you surprise us… sweetheart!” Sammy says mocking his brother.

No pressure. Just being the personal DJ for Greta Van Fleet. The most musically educated 20-somes in history. You look at Nora and she shrugs her shoulders while she pours waters for the guys.

You end up choosing S.O.B. By Nathaniel Ratteliff and The Night Sweats. After that you will just let the recommended songs play. The music starts and Jake flips his head around smiling in approval. You relax a bit and start to figure out what you want to make them. Your favorite cocktail is a hot toddy but that would be hard to enjoy in this heat. Margaritas! You think to yourself. Perfect for a hot summer day. You quickly get to mixing your famous margaritas. It is a recipe your perfected over the years. Normally you are required to make the house recipe unless requested otherwise by patrons. In the VIP lounge you were encouraged to flaunt any and all mixology skills. You salted the rim of each glass and poured the deliciously cold mixture into each glass, garnishing with a lime wedge. Nora grabs a tray delivers the boys their drinks.

“Margaritas!” Sam exclaims similarly to a child. “The tequila train is coming tonight boys! You know Y/N I make a pretty good margarita so it will take a lot to impress me.”

You laugh knowing all about Sam’s infamous margarita recipe and his brother’s not so fond feelings towards it.

“This is fucking delicious!” Jake says turning towards you and lifting his drink in the air.

“This is the best margarita I have ever had! What is your secret?” Josh mimicking his twins motion.

“No hold on! It can’t be better than mine.” Sam questions his brothers.

“It is!” Danny pats Sam on the shoulder as if to cushion the blow.

Sam lifts the drink to his lips. He let out an audible moan and sinks into his chair.

“Dammit! It’s way better than mine!” He states defeated.

“Don’t feel too bad Sammy. I have been doing this for 10 years.”

You start to clean up behind the bar and prepare for them to continue to order drinks. Nora is rinsing out shakers for you when Josh walks up.

“That really was the best margarita I have had. What is your secret?” He asks.

“A magician never reveals their secrets.” You say in a slightly flirty tone.

Josh flashes you a smile and returns to the group. Catching another look at you before return his attention to the conversation.

“UM what was THAT?!” Nora harshly whispers behind you.

“I do not know, but I hope to find out!” You both giggle behind the bar.

Another round of margaritas are requested and a few appetizers are ordered. While Nora serves what seems like way too much food you ask “Is it just you boys tonight or will you have company?”

“Our girlfriends and a few friends should be here any minute.” Danny responds for the group

Girlfriends. You knew Sammy and Jake were in long term relationships but you were unsure if Daniel or Josh had partners. You knew you had no right to be upset if Josh had a girlfriend. But you would be lying if you said it didn’t sting a little bit.

Just like that you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts to the sound of the door opening. You greeted the group as they entered. Stating your name and Nora’s. They filed in and all found their way to the couch’s. Jita was Jake’s girlfriend and she joined him on the couch. Hannah who was Sam’s girlfriend sat in between Jita and Sam. The rest of the group stood around. You waited to see if anyone would sit next to Josh. You had probably been staring but by the time you realized it Josh’s eyes had met yours. He winked at you and shot you another smile. You could feel the heat returning to your cheeks.

“Oh margarita’s!” Hannah said as she reached for Sam’s drink.

“NOPE. None for you! Y/N you are not allowed to make her a margarita!” Sam shouted, causing the chatter of the room to soften.

“What the fuck?” Hannah said as she teasingly pushed Sam.

“What’s the matter Sam? Afraid I am going to steal your girl?” You said leaning over the bar top.

“Actually yes!” Sam said half jokingly.

You blew Hannah a playful kiss, “ One margarita coming right up, love.”

“Could you make it two?” Jita asked shyly.

“You’ve got it doll.” You shot her a wink keeping up with the steal your girl game.

“I do believe she is trying to steal both our girlfriends Jake!” Sam said trying to light a fire under his brother.

“Can’t handle a little competition Sammy?” Jake bit back as he wrapped his arm around Jita.

You ended up making a pitcher of margaritas for the group. Continuing to watch Josh and any potential partners of his that may be in the room.

“Okay you are being creepy!” Nora said as she came up behind you.

“No I am not!” You quickly spit back at her.

“You totally are. He is clearly into you! Relax! And maybe stop trying to steal their girlfriends.”

“What fun would that be?” You laughed.

“What is so funny over here?” Josh asked as he came around behind the bar top.

Nora took that as her cue to refill drinks. She took the pitcher and made herself busy elsewhere.

“So you really wont tell me the secret to your margaritas?” Josh said. He seemed a little looser now that the spirits were flowing.

“What do I get in return?” You said playfully testing the limits a bit.

He cocked his head and a single eyebrow looking at you, “Does Debbie know you flirt with the guests?”

“What Debbie doesn’t know wont hurt her.” You whisper getting closer to his ear. You can smell his cologne. It is all but inviting you in.

“Well in that case Debbie doesn’t need to know I left you my number.” He whispered back getting even closer.

You could see Nora pouring drinks across the room and when she looks up to see you and your close proximity to Josh she over flows a cup by mistake.

“Well I think that is a fair trade.” As you hand him your phone to input his number.

He hands it back to you after typing in a new contact. You quickly dial his number. He looks at you confused.

“I have to make sure you are upholding your end of the deal. I don’t want to give away my secrets for a fake number.” You wink at him. In all reality you just wanted him to have your number in hopes he would contact you first.

Josh pulls his phone out of his back pocket. Answering your call.

“Hello?” You say quizzically.

“How did you get this number?” He plays along with your game still holding your respective phones to your ears.

“Some hot guy at my bar put your number in.” You tease pushing the limits even further.

He bites his lip brushing his free hand against yours. Sending goosebumps through out your body.

“Who the fuck are you guys talking to?!” Sammy stumbles up to the bar. Incredibly drunk. You can smell the alcohol on his breath from across the bar.

You both quickly return your phones to your back pockets and Josh sits in the bar stool next to Sammy.

“Can I get you a water Sam?” You ask ignoring his previous question.

“No I think I want a beer.” Burping mid sentence.

“I think you have had enough buddy!” Josh rubbing circles in between Sam’s shoulders.

It is getting late and the group is starting to dissipate. Sam has long been passed out on a couch, cuddled up with Hannah. Just the band and the two girl friends are left. You tell Nora she can head home before you and you will close out. She agrees exhausted from the busy evening. You begin picking up glasses and plates. Setting them in the sink you step out on the balcony to clear any dishes. The door doesn’t close behind you. You turn around to see Josh once more. You are alone on the balcony.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” You joke as you continue to pick up.

“You never told me your secret?” He says in a low smooth voice.

“What secret would that be? I have lots of secrets.” You say still sounding light hearted.

Licking his lips, “ Oh I am sure you do.” He takes a step closer. Reaching up and pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, your breath catches. “But this one pertains to a certain cocktail.”

“Oh that one!” You playfully nudge his arm and try to reset your breathing. “Its just a little honey.”

“Honey? That’s it?” He says as if you are pulling his leg.

“ I swear!”You say as you grab his pinky with yours. “You just swap agave for honey.”

“Simple and sweet.” He states still holding your pinky.

Just like him.

You unhook your finger and brush passed him as you bring the dishes in. When you come back in the room everyone is standing to leave. Danny and Jake are each holding Sam while Hannah and Jita attempt to guide them out. Josh follows you back inside.

“Well I guess this is goodbye… for now.” Josh states as he looks at the group ready to leave.

“I guess so. It was lovely meeting you all.”

Everyone waves goodbye, but Josh stays back a few seconds. Grabbing your hand and placing a single slow kiss on top.

“Goodnight, Honey.”

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I wonder if this is a matter of "What the writers/producers/directors wanted/believed" vs "What the actor wanted/believed". I always felt like Ta himself, in his acting choices, didn't really want the story to head in the direction it did— that in his portrayal/mind, Phee has always been loyal to Non and New/Tan and their plans, and Jin was just a means to an end.

Which in a way, does kinda make sense to me? I mean, a lot of people pointed out Phee could have acted MUCH earlier if he really didn't want anyone to die, like when the first goddamn victim turned out. We didn't even have scenes of him subtly sabotaging New to stop his rampage, for God's sake. He thought of those people as his friends yet he was perfectly fine with them going bonkers and dying and killing each other until it came to his FWB? C'mon now.

Not that it would have been bad for Phee's character to want to move on, have a future. That's realistic and normal, valid, I could have gotten on board with that even if I didn't necessarily agree. But I didn't buy into Ta's portrayal of that conflict, and I personally didn't think he bought it himself either. Again, this is a matter of perspective and interpretation of the script, body language, acting choices— some people would disagree with me on this and read it all differently, and that's more than valid.

(And man, how awesome it would have been to have our Villain!Phee reveal— I always imagined it to be him stabbing someone, mostly Tee in my mind but can be Jin at times, and the camera lingers on his bloodied hand with that red string bracelet around his wrist, finally home after years of being hidden.)

Well I for one 100% agree with you, it's a very interesting view on all this.

Even this picture fits with this take ; what's the point of including it if the writers / producers weren't going to follow-up with it ? And not necessarily with Phee sticking to New's plan to the bitter end. They could have had this anger get slowly mudded with the genuine affection he'd felt for the others. They could have shown Phee grappling with it, or even made the change more insidious, until he realized he'd made his decision long ago when seeing his 'friends' in pain and danger. But they didn't. To me the transition between the shot of Phee's murderous anger to wishy-washy answers that sounded like mere deflections for New's benefit was either off-screen or nonexistent. And therefore made no sense. They made a better job of showcasing doubt, fear and guilt with Tee, for heaven's sake.

I'd even add that Copper's acting goes along with Ta's in that regard. He portrayed Jin's feelings for Non as perhaps naive but also strong and genuine. Even after he leaked the video (if he was ever supposed to have, the mess this plot-line is ugh), he felt extremely guilty. Copper made a great show of it during the scene in which Non attacks them with a knife. He was sorry. He still loved Non, for all we know. And even during the premiere after Non disappeared, he looked disgusted with himself and his friends. Dejected and guilty. Even his sulking when they first got to the house being solely due to Phee stringing him along seemed off to me. I was convinced it was about Non, at least in part. And then he confesses his guilt to Phee and bam, everything's fine and over ? Really ? Where's the guilt ? Where's the love ? Why is there no follow-up, once again ? Why won't Jin's character make sense ?

And that's leaving out some more physical inconsistencies. The axe. The engine noise. Phee's magically accurate guessing abilities regarding some of New's actions he had no knowledge of.

Not to mention that all those scenes and shots got past editing. The directing / producing team decided to keep them. Letting a few things slip I can understand, but here it's a bit much for me. When I look at other aspects of the show and how seamless, emotionally clever they were, I have to say I'm kinda baffled by how this specific storyline was handled. Everything Phee-Non-Jin is a mess. The fact that every side of the argument has rock solid elements to back up their case is bad writing to me.

We won't ever know for sure, but I'm still leaning towards the "shipping patch-up" theory. I believe (and that's my stance, not claiming it to be the undisputable truth) that Phee was meant to stick to Non and New, at least to a greater extent than he did. I believe Jin was supposed to grapple with his guilt and be defined by this rather than with his relationship with Phee, as he ended up being. I believe this is the wish and / or assumptions both actors acted upon. And I believe it wouldn't have sold the Tacopper ship enough to the producers' and company's taste. People would have ended the series with Tabarcode in mind, with hints of Coppercode and Tacopper. If they were aware of Barcode's decision to leave BOC, it would have been a bad move. If they weren't, then they were still shooting their own pairing in the foot and alienating part of the audience (although Tabarcode was a more profitable option I think, meet me at the top of this hill we'll fight a duel).)

(So true for Villain!Phee ! Although I'm a terribly mean person and would have eat it up if Phee had gotten hurt in the process. We'd then have a shot of Phee's face with the slightest hint of sadness or guilt upon looking at White and Jin -he's a good person at heart. It would have shown how much of himself he'd sacrificed for Non. AND THEN New still holds our bleeding Phee at gunpoint, leading him to the edge of the woods. New wouldn't shoot cause New doesn't kill people himself, he's our stage director ; no, he'd tell him to walk bleeding into the woods ; that he'll be forgiven if he gets lost and dies too. Because in the end, helping in Non's revenge won't ever bring him back, and that Phee still contributed in no small part to his death.)

(........... I got carried away by my own narrative and feel compelled to write it now no dear lord no again)