#unless this is suppose to be some sort of dirty question

[arden-my-language]

How much can you fit in your mouth?

Uh…I can fit my fist in my mouth?

Unless you’re talking about in my wolf form then…a lot?

[keen-li]

Merry!Ex-mas.

18+ MDNI

22.k words synopsis: you get a notification about plane tickets you purchased about a trip you were excited for, only reason you're not excited at the remainder, is because you had planned the trip with your now ex. At the time you never thought you'd be spending December broken up. So, it felt like a great idea. not so much now. ex!jk x ex!femreader (fem anatomy.) exes to lovers use of 'yn' warnings: angst, fluff, smut: long-distance relationship, exes, second chance, miscommunication, b*tches is awkward, tension, one bed, forced proximity, Jungkook isn't crazy rich but he's got good money, i think he's an accountant, jk has that short ceo hair cut. reader has communication problem, jungkook's freaking green sweater needs it's own fanfic!, think are!you!sure jungkook. protective!jk, there's a creep who approaches reader as jungkook is off skiing, and whilst she's in the sauna(nothing bad happens.), sweet!wants!to!try!jk, jk has issues of not communicating too. they just can't seem to talk. avoiding stuff. teasing. touchy!jk, secret glances. jealousy, reader is very jealous,they're lying to themsleves, jungkook loves to take pictures especially of reader. hot tub jungkook who's looking up at you like you're a goddes. very needy kissing, boob sucking, dirty talking, oral(f!receiving.), handjob, cowgirl, protected!penetration, aftercare. hand kissing. [i don't know what else i need to add, let me know] as per usual, it was edited but if there are any errors, forgive me. A/N: this fic is honestly cause of that Jungkook green sweater I've never travelled to please don't come at me if anything is wrong. I very much world built some things. I've given written from top to bottom so don't except a part 2, unless maybe drabble requests. I wrote this in one week and i'm so proud i was able to write 22k words, in that time. though i was supposed to go up on the 25th[shhhhhh] A/N: i'm still learning how to write smut. so if you think the smut is cringe please don't tell me :) i don't wanna know. unless you want to help me improve it, and you do it kindly, i'd appreciate. likes, reblog, and all positive asks and comments are always appreciated. i hope you're happy with this one. [read under the cut]

You get the notification as you're scrolling through your phone. A remainder of sorts that you had been forgetting something. Cause you had been.

It loomed over you all week. The lingering feeling of remembering what you can’t. You hated it. But now that you know it’s source you couldn’t feel any worse.

Being the recipient of the message, you’re burdened with having to translate the message. Why do you have to do this? Broken up, having to text him feels like opening a can of worms. But the tickets are non-refundable, and it would be unfair for you to not inform him. You did both pay for them, Jungkook of course paying more because he was just too stubborn to split. he'd actually wanted to pay for the full thing but you were at odds with the idea. he settled eventually.

So, it would be unfair to not tell him. Right? Yes. But you don’t want to believe it.

Even if how the hell are you going to remind your ex about the holiday trip you planned thinking you’d be together for; but in turn would celebrate separately. Before the notification of the trip.

To add on, now you have to open your chat. An action you dread to do; for your emotional health.

What are you actually going to say? You think, finger hovering over the keyboard. Something that won’t make you sound like you’ve missed him, were thinking about him or even thinking about going on this trip with him. All which you’ve been doing. You’ve succumb to the thoughts, only because you two broke up in October, still relatively early to just forget a 3-year relationship with someone you thought you’d marry.

Sigh.

You still haven’t answered the question of how you’re even gonna bring it up. Will he even answer?

“shibal” jimin laughs into the speaker, not helping you one bit. “you two are ridiculous.”

You roll your eyes still waiting and hoping he’ll say something sensible. It’s all in vain. “How the hell do you book a trip and break up just before. You couldn’t wait?” He laughs and you just know he’s sat at his computer playing games, from his loud and unfocused speech.

“We didn’t freaking know we’d breakup.” You justify. “Plus, cause of the breakup we forgot. I forgot.” Your voice loses its strength at the end of the sentence, your mind slipping into a deep thought.

You haven’t been able to remember anything of relevance since that day. Maybe only how to breath and live but you’d say your body takes full credit for that.

“Hmm.” is all he says to you before screaming obscenities to someone in his game.

“Jimin are you gonna be of any help or wh-”

“You know what you should do?”

You want to believe his following statement will be of use, but you can never be certain.

“Just send it” he groans from what you assume is an attack on him. Your brow raises. “Send him a screenshot of the notification. If he doesn’t respond go on it on your own.”

“Or take me with you” he whispers. If it came to it, would you even choose jimin to go with? Probably. He’d help make it fun.

You sigh, still in the darkest of analysis. It’s your best option what else could you say. So, you say your goodbye to jimin who is quick to go off to his game, without a second thought. Rude. Talking to him whilst he’s on his game is setting yourself up.

Back to having a staring contest with your phone. And after a long while of panic, thump fidgeting and dry eyes, you click on his contact (yes you still have it.) and just send the screenshot.

As you wait to make sure the picture is sent you catch a glimpse of the last text from your chat. You were avoiding slipping up and seeing it, but your eyes couldn’t be helped.

Jungkook was the last to text.

Kookie<3: I miss you call me back.

Seeing the text makes your stomach churn. Makes your head spin with all the memories and emotions returning. You don’t want to linger on it. You’re quick to just sending the screenshot like jimin said, you only hope he doesn’t ask too many questions. If he does respond. The little thought in your head surfaces. What if he wants nothing to do with you. What if you’re bothering him? You shouldn’t have sent that text. But it’s too late now.

You’re well aware his message was sent before you had broken up. The only reason you hadn’t replied was because you couldn’t. On the same day you’d called him back and told him how you didn’t think you’d be able to do it anymore.

“Mm?” he hums confused. You can hear it in his voice and it only makes you even more nervous to repeat.

“This long-distance thing isn’t working for us jungkook.” You bite you lower lip hoping to hide some of your emotions that threaten to ruin your speech. Your fingers fidget in the silence waiting for his response. But it never comes and for a moment you think he’s cut the call and you’ve been talking to yourself. That’s when he sighs, showing you, he’s been listening but too shocked to speak.

You calling his full name, no nickname, strains at his heart. “Are you serious?” it’s calm, sad even. Of course he’s sad, you’re breaking up with him. Sad isn’t even strong enough to describe what he’s feeling. Shock is just amongst them, maybe even a little anger. You’ve been going through a challenging period because of the difference in cities. But he never thought it’d come to this. Was it that bad?

“Yeah.” It’s weak defeated. You are, your whole relationship is.

Jungkook is awfully silent, he’s not sure why either. “Is there anything I can do?” he’s aware of the only solution available. But it’s not possible. Neither of your work will allow the other to move.

You shake your head like he can see it. but he doesn’t need to see what your silence has already said.

After not much thought cause he’s not able to, he speaks. “Is this what you want?” his question only serves to add to your confusion.

“You know it’s not but- “you try to speak but the lump in your throat chokes you.

It hurts him that this is happening over a call. Wishes he could’ve spoken about it in person, cause there’s more to it.

More that you haven’t spoken about. Never have, and doubt you ever will or want to.

All this just makes the idea of this trip even more worrying. That’s if he’ll want to go or even respond. You never got to know what he thought but you assume he has some sort of resentment for the way you ended things. You would too. That’s one of the things you feel guilty for.

You’ll say the way things ended was not ideal, and honestly it never made you feel good as you thought it would. It made you feel worse actually. But at least now you don’t argue because you don’t talk. Who are you kidding, you miss the arguments, something to remind he was there.

Guilt hovers but, you console yourself by saying that he probably wanted it too if he didn’t try to fight for it. Which is unfair, but what else can you tell yourself as an excuse.

Your focus is now on your screen. You’re about to exit the chat, but then those familiar popups of bubbles appear. Already?

The bubbles disappear and appear, which only serves to grow your anxiety. Is he about to rebuke you for texting him. Gosh, what the hell would you say after that? He’s about to cuss you out. Suddenly your room feels too small to hold you and what you’re feeling.

But what pops up is even more anxiety inducing.

Kookie<3: I’m in town. We should meet and talk tomorrow.

Why does he sound so professional? Why do you care. Oh- your mind, it’s spinning.

He’s in town, when? Why didn’t he tell you. This would be the first time you see him in a year since he moved. And he couldn’t even just tell you he was in town. The reason to him being here is not unknown to you. It’s the Christmas season and his parents do live in the same city as you. And just like you they were not happy about they’re son moving so far away. But nothing was stopping jungkook. Nothing.

You’re probably not important to him anymore but, couldn’t he have just said, hi. I’m in town. How long has he even been here for? You never thought he’d return to the city even for the holidays.

You shake the thoughts out of your head. You can’t be over thinking this.

We?......meet?.....talk?.....TOMORROW!              

Tomorrow couldn’t come any faster (not that you were excited for it.). It’s almost as though it wants you and jungkook to meet.

You both agreed to meet at one of the small restaurants near your place. One you two frequented together, so it holds so much for you. Which only made you more anxious on your way.

When you walked in your eyes unconsciously moved to the table you and jungkook loved to seat at. It was good distance from the kitchen so your food could reach you quicker, and far from others so that jungkook could lean in and say the nastiest thing on earth. It always made you blush even though you’d swat at him. You spot jungkook sat where he usually sat. Coat taken off and hanged on his chair.

 “Hey.” You choke out smiling politely as you reach the table and take off your coat, the inside of the restaurant too warm to be comfortable with it on.

You take a sit and allow your body to get accustomed to the environment. And jungkook.

He’s quick to respond to your greeting just as awkward.

When you’re settled you finally get a chance to see just how much he’s changed in a year. The warm light from the ceiling softens his features which would normally be sharp in the dim lights of your bedroom. His hair is cut short. Last time you saw him it was neck length, but now it’s significantly short. Makes him look professional, mature. You like it, really like it. you wish you could just reach over and touch it, it’d probably be just as soft as you remember it and smell like lavender. You notice how he has it styled and gelled back so you doubt he’d be happy with you running your hands in it.

Jungkook spent an ungodly amount of time trying to get it to look like this, which he doesn’t think is perfect enough, but he was running out of time. Something about this meeting had him wanting to go out. He just hopes you like it. he remembers you last saw it when it was longer. It was a big cut, but after your breakup, he felt like giving up the length, considering your hands loved to live in his hair.

You sit hand in lap waiting for your mouth to catch up with how fast your brain is working. Though if you did speak what your brain was thinking, you’d embarrass yourself.

“We should order first.” He says rolling up the sleeves of his navy-blue denim shirt. The action reminding of the inks on his arm. A detail that adds to how attractive he is already. You’re really hating yourself for your thoughts. In your defence you haven’t seen him in the flesh for a year. “What do you wanna get?” he picks up his menu and you do too, stuttering in your movement. He seems calmer than you right now.

But the only thing is that he’s shitting himself inside. when he was sat before you came, his heart dropped every time he heard the door bells chime. Every time he turned it wasn’t you. Only increasing his nervousness. Maybe he was a little to forward with his message. You haven’t seen each other in a while and it’d probably be overwhelming, especially with a certain elephant in the room. He would’ve definitely understood if you didn’t want to show. On the chime of the door that followed his thoughts, he didn’t turn, only for it to be you. In your full glory, making him fidget with his phone more. Which he put aside immediately you sat down.

Clearing your throat you speak, “something soup-y. Today’s a little cold.” And you don’t feel like throwing up what you eat.

Jungkook agrees and his red nose is evidence of that. Cute, you think.

After your orders are taken you turn back to silence. What could you probably say right now? You can feel the distance between you emotionally. And you hate how this is how you are after not seeing each other for a year. Before breaking up you thought of the many ways, you’d hug him once you got to see him. You were definitely delusional over how serious your distance was. Really wanting to believe it wouldn’t be a problem; until it became one, and you just couldn’t do it anymore.

You don’t know how to behave right now.

“So, when did you get back?” you settle on a soft and casual tone.

“Just yesterday.” He speaks sounding a little hesitant. After not knowing where to look you decide to just look at one thing. The table.

After beats of silence, you continue. Can your food come any faster? “you’re staying with your parents?”

“Yeah.”

You lived together, in your used to be shared apartment before he decided to move. So, his only option was to live with his parents for the mean time. He assumed you wouldn’t want or even let him live with you. And it would be fair, you aren’t together anymore.

“I’m Sure they were shocked to see how much you’ve change.” Cause you are. You haven’t seen his parents in the same time that he hasn’t seen them.

“It was a surprise drop in so I’m sure they were” he says with weak chuckle. He bites into his lip before he’s looking at you again, but you don’t stare at him. It’s only when you realize his stare that you finally face him. “How have you been? You look well.” He’s dreading himself right now for not being able to speak to someone who has been, for 3 years, the only person he could speak to.

You do look good, and he can’t take his mind off it. the camera has not been doing you justice. Your skin looks brighter and you generally are just glowing. Gosh he missed looking at you. The way small dainty jewellery serves to compliment your outfit. Your hair done in a way you like, and he loves.

“I try.” You smile. Every chance you get you take a glace at his lip piercing. You’d forgotten just how it made him even the more--. “You look well too. How’s the job going?”

He sucks in a breath, showing visible stress at the thought of his job. “it’s going okay. Easiest way to put it.” he chuckles, awkwardly. You smile, awkwardly too. “I missed it here though, so much stuff I left behind.”

You just hum, nodding. Avoiding how his eyes glancing over you, just for a second as he was looking for where to keep his gaze whilst speaking.

“But I’m sure you’re having fun that side.” That side. He can hear the strength you put on the words. Instead of fiddling on your lap you decide to fold your arms on your chest. Finding it appropriate for the feelings that are sneaking in.

“You can say that, but there’s just something that feels empty y’know.” You do know, but you both choose to leave the conversation implicit.

And right on time, your food arrives saving you from saying anything. What the heck would you say when you can’t even think.

You two are soon digging into your food. Jungkook in his kimchi jjigae and you in yours.

“I missed this- mmm.” He hums making that little angry face he makes when he likes food. You laugh, a little to loud at that causing him to look up at you. You drop your smile.

“Mrs Kim always asks me about you when I come here.” 6 slices of chopped spring onion garnish you haven’t eaten, yet.

He leans back in his chair, unintentionally watching you eat.

He turns his head towards the kitchen where the lady in question usually spends her time. “Where is she anyways?” he’s back to digging into his food. the steam from the food warming his cold nose.

“she’s visiting sung Hoon in the US.” You inform him, taking in how relaxed you’ve become.

He nods at the info, “Ahh- she finally got to got to the US?” he smiles. He remembers how she would come to the table; she’d complain that her son doesn’t want her to visit, which was not the case. But being the dramatic lady she is, she would think that. “ ’m sure she was so excited.”

“no one could hear the end of it.”

He chuckles and you find yourself laughing too. But as much as you’re seemingly getting comfortable (though not wholly.) silence finds a way to wrap it’s long, cold and slimy finger around you two.

After you’re done eating your meals in silence, jungkook thinks it’s time to discuss the reason you’re even meeting. Cause you have nothing more to talk about.

“what’s the plan for the trip?” he shifts in his seat. “Assuming you’d want to go.” He doubts.

You take a deep breath before speaking, looking over at the whole scene of the restaurant. “I don’t know, we’d leave on Thursday. Assuming you’d want to go too.” You would want to go, that’s why you booked the trip. It’s only your situation that makes it awkward.

“Do you?” his question comes out fast and sudden and he regrets how quick it came out.

“Mm?” you mutter like you couldn’t hear what he said.

He clarifies choosing to speak more calmly and composed. “Do you want to go?”

The question takes you aback as though you hadn’t been asking yourself the same thing.

Reaching to play with the little gem on your necklace you stutter out. “I-I mean- yeah we spent money on it.” you shrug your shoulders as if you’re unconsciously saying otherwise, but really, you’re just trying to keep your statement open. In case he doesn’t want to go, and you’re left embarrassed with an extra ticket.

Jungkook instead takes your action as you probably not wanting to go. “I get it if you don’t. It’s a weird situation.” His hands move to touching his hair.

You trying to jump in but end up speaking a little too fast. “No, I do. Plus, I hate wasting money.” You do hate wasting money, truly. And it is just that and the fact that you would love a trip right now, to de-stress.

“But do you want to go with me?” that churning feeling in your stomach is returning, and you’ve just eaten which makes it all the much better.

Biting down on your lip and releasing it you say, “I mean I wouldn’t want to go on my own.” You hate how you feel your throat choking up. “Who else would I go with?” you awkwardly joke. There are some people you’d go with. But you planned this trip with jungkook and he paid the much for the tickets. So, it’s only fair to go with him. If he wants to.

He skips your question, not in bad taste. it’d be weird for you to go on a trip you planned with him with someone else. Maybe he did think of it, that maybe you’d enjoy it more if you weren’t with him. But then he thought it through. Shit doesn’t have to be awkward unless you both make it. so, you can enjoy this trip if you just agree to enjoy it. “I don’t mind going with you, but I don’t want you to feel forced to have me there.”

“I have no problem with you, jungkook.” You saying his name even though it’s not the pet name he enjoys feels like a warm touch to him. “I just want to know if you wanna go.” You find it in you to ask.

“I don’t mind it at all.” He says, relieving you of your fears.

He sighs. After he silence speaks. “I can’t believe I forgot about it. I was so excited for it too.” he reminiscing on the day. It was such a good idea. Is a good idea, if you just agree to enjoy it.

“So? It’s settled right?“ You sit up grabbing your stuff and preparing to leave. Jungkook’s smile falls realizing that the moment is ending. But he will see you soon still.

“Yeah.” He prepares to leave too.

“We leave Thursday, I guess. We’ll stay in touch.”

And that’s it, your conversation ends with you managing to avoid the larger topic at hand. It’s like a game.

You throw your clothes in haphazardly. You’re in a panic, which is not necessary cause you have enough time, the whole day to be precise. Your flight’s tomorrow. But the whole airport thing has always found a way to make you panic.

You grab some essentials, but in frustration. Maybe you just want to get it over with. The packing, not the trip. Honestly it feels like it’s already started. Is this how you’re going to be.

As you search through your closet you land on a sweater, one you remember too well. It’s green colour and fluffy soft texture makes it the warmest thing you own. A very memorable sweater, for the warmth it brought you and its origin. You can still smell him on it. You dread packing it and resort to shoving it further in your closet. You’ll think about it.

You stare at your zipped up suitcase for a bit before your eyes gloss over to your phone that buzzes on your bed. For a split second you wonder if it’s jungkook. Could he have changed his mind. you sigh relived when you see it’s just jimin.

Who chooses to say nothing of value and just tease you. “Honestly why do I tell him these things.” You throw your phone on your bed.

Jungkook stands over his already packed suitcase. He just has to zip it closed and seal this trip. He sighs rubbing his lower lip. Before you two broke up he had so much planned for this trip. So much he wanted to say and do. But it's different now and it’d be weird and wrong to say those things. Not before talking of course.

Is he looking forward to this trip? Yes-wait- maybe. The trip in itself is fine, a great and good idea and opportunity to enjoy a holiday and relax. But your presence entails something more something he has to deal with (in a responsible and good way) and that he's been running away from.

 "You're excited huh?" his mother smiles leaning against his door frame, watching. He's not sure what about his facial expression, body language or general demeanour would make her think that he's excited. It’s not like he’s dreading or regretting it. it’s more like excitement is the last thing he’s feeling cause of all he’s thinking of.

He doesn't say anything before she's speaking again.

"You need this trip. you've been so busy." He has. Too much at that. So much that he forgot you two had even broken up and was about to go to your place first when he arrived. He’d been so excited to surprise you, then it dawned on him. His tires were quick to turning. His thoughts are cut short by his mother. "it'll help you spend more time with yn."

"I guess." he replies unenthusiastically. Though it’s the same idea they’re both thinking of it in a different context. Something that his mother doesn’t know yet.

He doesn't stare at where she stands only at his suitcase analysing what he's packed and what the heck is actually going on. "Plus, it would be a perfect place to propose." She enthuses, joyous at the thought. He seems to have slightly forgotten about that detail too.

 When you were planning the trip, he made a plan to propose to you on it. It honestly is the perfect place to and he felt like it was the right time. Of course, you'd be arguing but it wasn't something that was holding back your relationship. Plus, he thought you'd talked it out well enough. So, he spent his free time after planning the trip, shopping for rings and looking proposal ideas and even asked some of his colleagues for advice. It’d be a trip where you got to spend some time after being away for so long.

But that's when you called and honestly kicked him in the balls. Too confused he just went along with it.

"Switzerland is such a good choice, you kids are so good at these things." She says probably imaging herself there too.  It’s not long before his eyes are staring at the black velvet box on his dressing table, and his head is spinning all over again. He knows how excited she gets about this and she won’t stop. “You could take a walk and then pull out the Ring with those mountains in the back and-"

"Eomma!" His deep voice stops her, not harshly but whiny. Not telling his parents about the breakup is honestly the most overwhelming thing because of how his mother adores you and finds a way to bring you up in every conversation. she could go on but the tired look on her son's face makes her stop. She wants to pry on why he looks more drained that ecstatic but she chooses against it.

”Is something wrong?”

He realizes just how carried away he’s getting with his emotions. He shakes his head. “no. I’m just stressed.” He finally looks up at her to give a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes but she returns.

"Sorry, you know how I get carried away. I'm sure you have your own plan let me not stress you."

She leaves and he sighs

No. He has no plan of his own. He has no plan at all.

Your suitcase handle is firmly clutched into your hand as you walk into the airport.

Your eyes scan the crowd. Every face. Each bag too, because you know which one he'd probably be carrying with him. Seeing it again is gonna be triggering cause the last time you saw it was the last time you saw him off.

You and jungkook agreed to come separately and since his parents lived closer to the airport he'd be here first and wait for you by security. But now that you're there you can't see him. Maybe he's a little late but why wouldn't he tell you.

You told him you had just arrived but he hasn't even seen that message. Has he changed his mind? is the first thing that pops up in your head. If he has that's a shitty way to do it. Just ghost you?

So, you pull out your phone to call him. “Pick up." You mutter under your breath.

No answer.

You feel stupid. It honestly feels like you're on a Lifetime show or even worse TLC.

Your annoyance bubbles over as you glance around the busy security area. "Where is he?" you ask yourself.

 Though you think he has, you doubt jungkook would just ghost you. It's not what you know him to be. You tap your foot impatiently and try to call him again. Still nothing. Your heart finally relaxes when you spot him already walking to you. "Seriously?" You say a little upset when he finally reaches. "Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Oh. I didn't hear it." He says pulling it out of his pocket. "Must be on silent. I’m sorry." He looks at you genuinely so. And you can’t bring yourself to be as mad as you want to be. It’s not a big deal, he’s here now.

“it’s okay, we should get going, we’re almost late.” You say frustrated with how traffic delayed your arrival. Jungkook just hums agreeing and surprising you by taking you suitcase. You’d tell him it’s fine and you can manage but he’s already walking ahead of you. Probably not wanting to hear it.

A tense silence stretches between you two as you wait to board your plane. Sitting side by side has never felt so awkward, like the space between you is miles wide. You scroll through your phone, pretending to be so into it. You don’t notice Jungkook stealing occasional glances at you. Or rather, at the sweater you’re wearing—the one he gave you (more like you took.) just before he moved to another town. The green complimenting your skin. He loves how it just melts to fit you. He’s glad to know that you’re warm, he’s aware of how incredibly warm it is.

He wonders if you’re wearing it deliberately, or if it’s just because it’s the warmest thing you own, and today’s even colder than yesterday. Probably no meaning behind it. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Though it’s not enough to stop him from developing a smile on his face, one he covers with his hand.

The low hum of voices and the faint crackle of the airport announcements fill the silence. Someone walks past, dragging a squeaky suitcase, the airport noises the only thing between the two of you.

“I know this is awkward.” He starts randomly, at first doubting he was talking to you but then you move your attention to him, when you realize it’s only you he can be talking to. It’s not like you were looking at anything on your phone. “I want us to enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it.”

“I want you to enjoy it too.” You find yourself speaking before your brain can process.

He smiles and turns to meet your eyes. All of a sudden, he feels so close. “So can we just pretend.” His eyes don’t move, if possible, they stare even deeper into yours. Yours don’t move as well. “Pretend like everything’s okay.” He speaks low as if he doesn’t want others around to hear. “Agree?”

You haven’t said much, instead just let him speak. “Agreed.”

You don’t mind pretending. You’ve been pretending you’re okay all this time, so why can’t you do it now.

-

You watch Jungkook sliding the bags into the overhead storage above your seats. He notices you approaching and nods for you to have the window seat.

“You sure?” you ask only because he called dibs when you planned the trip that he’d be getting the window seat.

He nods. “Yeah. I know you like it more than I do.” You do. He only called dibs because he was trying to ‘one up’ you like everything’s a game.

You squeeze passed him get comfortable in your seat and he’s soon sitting next to you. You’re glad it’s just two seats.

You sit in silence for most of the flight, each pretending to be too absorbed in your own activities to notice the other. Jungkook watches you out of the corner of his eye as you scroll through your phone, then switch to reading a book. This trip can’t be that bad, you tell yourself. Of course, you two haven’t talked about your breakup, but it doesn’t have to come up. You’ll just enjoy the weekend and go back to normal, like he said—pretend---if either of you even knows what that means.

What are the boundaries of pretending.

At some point, you shift in your seat, leaning against him, your head resting on his shoulder. You’re asleep, of course, but Jungkook glances down at you, momentarily startled. He considers waking you but decides against it. Instead, he leans back slightly, letting you stay there.

As the plane hums softly and moves through the sky, Jungkook can’t help but wonder if this trip could be his chance to fix things. How does he want it to happen? Does he even know? All he knows it that you do eventually have to talk about things. Do you even want to talk about it, because you seem to be avoiding it.

But there’s only so much avoiding you can do.

As soon as the plane lands, you stretch in your seat, surprised you managed to sleep for that long. Glancing at Jungkook, you watch as he pulls the luggage from the overhead bin. He looks like he didn’t get any sleep at all, you had been sleeping on his shoulder for most of the time. You exchange a brief look—just acknowledging each other and your present moment—before heading off the plane

The crisp Swiss air hits you as you step outside the terminal, and you follow Jungkook as he gets into a cab and it drives confidently toward a car rental area, which you’re confused about but don’t ask. Jungkook picks up keys from the reception and you walk through the parkin lot looking for what you don’t know. You’re just following. You stare at him puzzled as he dangles the keys. He’s been quiet, and you hadn’t even expected to rent a car. Public transport seemed like the plan, but now that you think about it, you remember how Jungkook feels about it.

“You rented a car?” you raise a brow.

He nods, “yeah, it’d be easier. Thought you’d approve.”

He catches a glance of your face, like you’re trying to figure something out, but can’t.

“Hmm.” You only hum.

“You look cute when you’re confused”.  He takes you by surprise. “Come on.” He says walking and not letting you process his words. You just try to shake them out of your head.

You don’t admit it, but you're impressed. He thought ahead. And you’re honestly glad he did—something you feel he’s been lacking the past year.

Once he’s done packing the luggage into the car, he closes the trunk and slides into the driver’s seat. You’re not sure why you’re shocked to find out it’s a Mercedes-benz g63 amg. You’d always known he had an obsession with luxury cars, especially ones like this. The fact that his job pays so well certainly helps, you guess moving out of town must’ve been worth it.

The car is great-- so comfortable, and the heater works perfectly, keeping you warm against the cold.

As Jungkook adjusts the mirrors, you scroll through your contacts, trying to figure out what to call the person you booked the cabin with, “what do I call them a host?” You mutter under your breath before dialling the number.

Jungkook glances at you as you speak to the host in quick tones. "Got it, thanks," you say, giving a quick wave of your phone toward Jungkook. With the directions noted you can now get to moving.

"Okay, so we head north, then take-“

“North?" Jungkook interrupts, starting the engine. "Are you sure it's not west or whatever?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You glare at him. He glances at one map and thinks he knows his way around Switzerland.

"I just talked to the guy," you say flatly.

Jungkook smirks, recalling a past trip. "Remember last time we travelled, and we ended up on a dead-end street?" he says with a cheeky smile on his face. he’s teasing you.

You roll your eyes at the memory. You had been driving through the outskirts, and your GPS got wonky, causing you to go down a deserted road.

“If you’d listened to me, we wouldn’t have gotten lost,” you reply.

You stop bickering, finally following the GPS. Jungkook decides to follow the directions, and the tension eases as you leave the city behind.

The atmosphere shifts, replaced by a sense of awe at the breathtaking scenery. Low-capped mountains stretch into the horizon, Swiss chalets dot the landscape, and the sun reflects off the lakes. You’re glad you arrived during the day; cause nighttime would not have done the view justice.

You watch out the window, your voice filled with awe. "Oh my gosh, it's so beautiful." Jungkook glances at your direction before returning his attention to the road. "Yeah, it is," he agrees, equally mesmerized by the view.

"Can you grab my camera from the back?" he askes. Recalling his passion for photography, you can’t be surprised he has it with him.

You pull out the camera from his bag, noticing it’s larger and more expensive looking than the one you had gifted him. "Do you still have your other one?" you’re curious.

He knows what you’re hinting to. "It fell in water during a fishing trip with my team, but I'm getting it fixed."

“Do you still have the pictures.” You’d hate to lose them, even though they are null and void now, you still like how happy you looked in them.

“Yeah. They’re in my SD.” He informs you and you’re glad.

You fumble with the new camera, struggling to operate its buttons, he notices. "There's a button just there," he directs. Though you aren’t much of a photographer, you manage to snap some decent shots of the scene. You take a lot to make sure you have options.

Feeling playful, you turn the camera to jungkook and snap a pic of him. You had always admired his model-like features and often joked he should pursue modelling instead of his current path, which kept him 218 miles away. But now you realize modelling would only take him even farther.

He never agreed to the idea but never argued either. He preferred to appreciate beauty rather than be the centre of attention.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" he asks, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yeah, just one," you reply.

He doesn’t respond, leaving you to wonder what he’s thinking. Is he upset? Did you cross a pretending line?

"Wanna stop and take pictures," he grins, "y’know for your Instagram."

It’s not a bad idea, but you don’t want to be late and have the host waiting for too long.

"We won't be long." he looks over to see if you’re considering. He smiles when sees that you are. You don't post much on Instagram, and he knows that. But it wouldn't hurt to have some pictures from this trip.

"Let's be quick," you accept.

He pulls over to the side of the road and when you’re out he’s approaching you to take the camera. "Let me take some of you first," you insist. He isn’t so keen on it though.

"Just a few," you whine dodging him trying to take it from your hands.

"We're supposed to be quick." He reminds you. "And you know I'm not a fan of pictures of me."

 You not wanting to bicker. You hand it over to him. "But I will take pictures of you eventually," it’s a promise.

You quickly get posing on a spot you like, and he snaps several pictures. Some you were prepared for, while others were candid of you looking up a bird flying over, like you’ve never seen a bird before. or just in awe of the scene behind. Why do the birds seem so majestic here?

Jungkook smiles as he continues to take photos, forgetting the time. "I think that's enough. We're going to be late," you say, running out of poses to do.

You start walking to the car and he snaps one more picture of the scene before getting back and starting the car.  Whilst adjusting to the warmth he hands you the camera.

"These are so pretty," you bulge your eyes out at how good jungkook is at taking pictures. You can definitely see the difference. Jungkook can’t help but feel a sense of pride. You scroll through the camera, admiring more pictures.

Then you scroll a little too far and notice a series of photos featuring a friend—someone he seems to be close to. In one, she leans on his shoulder, a gesture that causes some type of discomfort or irritation. You couldn’t be sure, you’re too busy scrolling. She smiles too hard, you judge.

gosh you're pathetic. Why are you acting like this. The man is not your boyfriend he can do whatever. The statement causes an unwanted sour taste to form over your taste buds.

You continue to scroll, analysing the photos, each one deepening your insecurities.

"Careful, you're gonna damage the buttons," Jungkook jokes when he notices your rushed movement. He wonders what has you that way.

When he speaks, you’re brought back to reality. Though you’re brought back with an attitude. You switch off the device and lay it back where you found it, sitting back down with a scowl on your face and jungkook wonders the cause.

You had been fine just a moment ago. He doesn’t say anything and focuses fully on the road ahead. The silent drive to the cabin feels anything but aesthetic.

You sigh as the car slows, leaving behind the snow-covered path. When you approach the cabin, it’s instantly recognizable from the photo. At least you weren’t lost or scammed. The place looks serene. It’s blanketed in snow. It’s not like those huge family ones. It’s small just to fit you and jungkook. You’d have no money to buy anything or activities if you booked those larger ones. And they’re unnecessary cause it’s just the two of you.

Jungkook parks the car, and as you both step out, the awkwardness that’s shadowed the trip returns. It had been there from the beginning, lingering beneath exchanges and strained silences. Brief moments, like taking pictures earlier, had been relieving, but even that had soured quickly. Now, neither of you had much to say.

The cabin’s host, a kind older man with a thick Swiss accent, greets you warmly, showing you around the cozy interior and pointing out the back patio before leaving. Once alone, you both quietly bring in the luggage. The silence is deafening, broken only by the crunch of snow you step on.

Due to your irritation that some how still lingered you step a little too hard on the icy ground, and in an instant, your foot slips. You land awkwardly in a mix of snow and dirt, the impact cushioned but still hurting.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook calls, his voice tinged with concern and amusement. He’d drop the luggage to come check on you if you hadn’t brushed him away with your hand.

Still irritated, now cause of the fall, you dust yourself off and move yourself inside. You drop the luggage in bedroom and start taking off your sweater, only to have Jungkook walk in moments later.

“One bed,” he states, looking at the large, centred piece of furniture. “Looks comfy.” You seem to have forgotten the cabin was lover’s themed, so it did only have one bed. The host had asked you if it was a problem when he saw the look on your face but you just brushed it away at you being tired.

You glance at the bed, then at him. “Yeah. Guess you’ll have to take the couch,” you joke, though your tone comes out flatter than intended.

“Nope.” He flops onto the bed, which creaks under his weight, making him pause to check if it’s broken. When it holds, he relaxes. “I’m sleeping right here.”

You sigh, deciding it’s not worth arguing. You’ve shared a bed before—it shouldn’t be a big deal so many times at that. But those times are not now and you have to deal with your new circumstance.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you announce, expecting him to leave the room. Instead, he sprawls comfortably on the bed.

“Knock yourself out,” he replies casually.

Groaning, you grab your toiletries and head to the bathroom. The hot water feels like a gift, relaxing your tense muscles. If only the whole trip could feel this peaceful.

When you return, Jungkook is gone, though his shoes by the door confirm he hasn’t gone far. You search through your suitcase for a sweater, only to realize you packed just one sweater—the one now wet and dirty. Frustration bubbles as you grab a thin, long-sleeved shirt. It’ll have to do, though you doubt it’ll keep you warm in tomorrow’s outdoor activities.

Meanwhile, Jungkook in the kitchen has immersed himself in exploring the layout of it. whilst on his expedition his attention drifts to a tiny blue bird minding its business outside the window. He leans into it but carefully not to scare it away. Thankfully it doesn’t seem to find him a bother. “Got any advice for me?” he murmurs, taking a peek behind him. The bird doesn’t react, oblivious to his internal conflict. He’s unsure—about you, about himself, about what this trip is supposed to accomplish.

When you enter the kitchen and done talking to his new friend who doesn’t present him with anything viable but his company, he’s quick to point out the lack of groceries. “We should go shopping. It’s on your itinerary, right?” he teases lightly.

You nod, unsurprised he remembers. You’d always been the planner, the one who thought of everything. Maybe that’s why the breakup hurt so much—it came so suddenly, leaving no time to plan how to feel or move on.

As he’s about to suggest leaving immediately, he notices you rubbing your arms. “Aren’t you cold?” he asks, gesturing to your thin shirt.

“I’m fine,” you reply dismissively, though you clearly aren’t.

“Put on a sweater before you get sick,” he insists. His boyfriend instincts linger, even now.

You hesitate but eventually admit, “I forgot to pack an extra one.” The way how stares at you is so embarrassing for you.

Jungkook chuckles softly, though not unkindly. “Of course you did.” You roll your eyes. He moves to grab a sweater from his suitcase and hands it to you. “Here. Borrow this.”

You take it, the faint scent of his cologne that seems to be on everything he wears no matter how much he washes, invaded your senses. “Thanks,” you say quietly, slipping it on and hoping not to ruin this one too.

By the time you return from the store, exhaustion settles in. You both sit in the living room, cups of hot cocoa in hand. Jungkook flips through the channels while you sit quietly, the warmth of his sweater and the fire calming you.

“You’ve made a lot of friends in Jeju,” you say suddenly, your tone sharper than intended.

Jungkook pauses, confused. “What friends?”

“Colleagues, maybe? Customers? I saw the pictures on your camera,” you admit, staring into your cup instead of at him.

He leans back, waiting. He knows what you’re referring to and could explain that the woman in the photos was a client a little too excited and touchy about her wedding rehearsal photos, and had wanted photos with him. But he wants you to ask.

Instead, the silence stretches, filled with unspoken questions—questions about Jeju, the photos, the breakup, and even yourself. You sigh, pushing them aside.

“is there something you wanna ask?”

“There’s nothing I want to ask,” you finally say, though the bitterness in your voice betrays the truth.

Jungkook laughs softly, shaking his head. “I thought we agreed on pretending.” His voice is still soft.

“I know. Just don’t want you pretending if you’ve got other things going on.”

Jungkook chuckles taking a sip of his cocoa.” I’m good.”

“I’m good too.”

“Good.”

You watch him stand a sly smirk adoring his face. “let’s go back to pretending now, okay?” he says looking at you.

You mumble a sure and he walks off. Probably to sleep.

Sleeping the same bed is even more awkward. After spending some minutes you’d decide you were too tired to be awake, you came the bedroom.

Jungkook was still awake staring at his phone, and for some reason shirtless. He likes to sleep shirtless and the tension between you two isn’t going to stop him.

Jungkook tries to keep his eyes to himself as you change into your pajamas. You didn’t want to be childish so you just changed right there. It’s nothing he’s never seen before. He won’t act like the action doesn’t cause a rise in memories and he holds himself to not thinking further. Soon you’re crawling into your side and laying facing away from him. Jungkook chooses to lie on his back, the bed big enough for you to keep your distance. He turns off the lights but your eyes remain open staring into the dark.

As the night continues, none of you are able to fall asleep. Jungkook tries to make himself comfortable, his shifting cause you to think he might be moving closer, but he doesn’t. why do you feel sad. Your brain is used to being close to him and him holding you in situations like this. And he too is used to wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer into him. But there’s none of that.

“I can’t fucking sleep.” he groans frustratedly sitting up. He runs his hands in his hair. He looks over at you thinking you’re asleep, the darkness preventing him from actually knowing. He’s jealous at the idea of you being able to sleep, but when your frustrated voice sounds, he’s relieved. Relieved that he’s not the only not able to sleep.

“Same.” You mutter remaining on your side.

Jungkook huffs and puffs contemplating on asking what he’d been debating. Your bodies are probably used to sleeping closer to each other, so maybe that’s’ why it’s hard. You surely won’t mind if it means you get to sleep right?

He looks over to you and how far you seem from. He doesn’t like, hates the reality of it. “Can I sleep closer to you.” His words and the fact that he actually said takes you aback. You freeze. Your silence is killing him, he shouldn’t have said it. he should take it back, well—but he’s already sai-

“Okay.” Okay? Well, that was easy, he thought you’d be looking at him weird. but no, you just lay on your side waiting for him.

When he said closer you never thought he meant this close. You’re the closest you can be. But you don’t mind it, it actually brings you that giddy feeling, like it’s your first time cuddling. You realize just how much you missed it. He nuzzles his face in your neck and this is when he’d kiss your shoulder and neck but he doesn’t and the detail is gravely missed. He has to hold himself from not doing it.

“We’re going to move to the middle of the bed, darling.” It’s only then that you realize how much at the edge you were. You shuffle yourselves and move into the center and get comfortable in the position.

“Are you comfortable?”

So much you hate to say it. You can’t even bring yourself to be angry. “y-yeah.” You can barely respond coherently with how his voice is so close sending goosebumps all over you.

“Can I put my around you? It’s the only place I can put it.” he tries to explain, but you were actually hoping for it.

You nod for him to go ahead and he wraps his arm around you. Honestly, he should’ve just asked if he could cuddle you, because this is basically what you’re doing. He didn’t have to mask it; you’d have said yes either way. He doesn’t know that though.

Now that you’re close to him and him to you, you both weirdly fall asleep, very quickly at that.

First thing on your itinerary was to visit the Lindt home of chocolate you’d been drooling at the thought of it since you planned this trip. It would honestly be a crime to visit Switzerland and not visit the Lindt factory. Being a lover of chocolate no activity on your list will be as good as this.

“I don’t know why they have us putting our bags away.” Jungkook whines taking off his jacket, as required and placing it in a locker. “How am I supposed to carry my chocolate.” His speech is almost childlike. You just chuckle.

 ” That’s why they do it.” You inform him, with a soft smile and start to walk ahead of him. Jungkook walks behind you, watching how you look around with wonder.

Did he mention how good he feels right now. The sleep he had last night was the best he’s had in a while. And it only serves to tell him how much he’s missed your presence. Just you as a whole. Being away from you for so long has had an effect on him too. It’s only now, that he’s not able to do all the things he used to do, that he realizes how much he’s missed it. And how much you mean to him.

“Oh my gosh.” Jungkook watches how you take in the aroma of chocolate. It invades his senses and when you’re turning around to check on him, he’s nodding. You want him to enjoy this just as you are.

You gasp and it’s when you spot the huge chocolate fountain that you pull Jungkook’s attention to it by his arm. “it’s so fucking huge.” You say still holding onto him.

“that’s what she said.”

You roll your eyes. “Grow up.” You both laugh. and it’s when you’re lost in laughter and admiring the fountain that jungkook looks down to see you still holding his arm. So, in a swift action of no thought, all instinct he moves to hold your hand.

Your head sharply moves to look at him then at his hand holding yours and then back up at him. He’s got this innocent smile on his face and you can’t help but warm up into his hold. You don’t mind the action of holding hands but you fear what it implies. Is he for real or still pretending?

For the first minutes you stay holding hands, until jungkook is pulling away to grab his camera. You rub you hands together to try and regain your sense of independence. What the heck are you doing, holding hands? This pretending thing Is a good idea, but it’s definitely messing with you in some way. All ways. He’s giving you things that you’ve been craving. The cuddle at night, the holding hands, you’ve missed it all. But you don’t know where it’s coming from, does he miss you too or is he pretending. To think of it you never really discussed what type of pretending you’re doing. Are you pretending to still be together or are you pretending to be good friends. Gosh this is so stressful. And confusing. You wonder if he’s stressing like you are. He seems calm. He’s handling this so well.

“Wait—I need a picture of you. Stand still.” He points the camera to you and you’re quick to turning your head away.

“it’s fine you don’t need to-” snap.

He doesn’t give you the time to object and just snaps. “Jungkook stop taking pictures of me.” He doesn’t. you’re embarrassed to be doing this in public. But he seems thrilled. “Okay wait-” he doesn’t so you choose to reaching for the Lense. But jungkook doesn’t mind filling his storage with pictures of your palm. “Kook, wait.”

“Kook?” he questions smiling. You realize your mistake. Honestly you didn’t mean to call him that, it just came out naturally for you to get him to stop. And it worked. Though now it shifts the air.

You groan. “I didn’t mean it like that.” You roll your eyes. You don’t even know what you’re saying.

He doesn’t linger on it more, which honestly helps your case. The blush on your face is deserving of a picture. Snap.

“Stop that before I revoke your privileges.” You threaten. He doesn’t want that.

He raises his hands in surrender. “won’t do it again.”

You ignore him and turn to keep walking.

“Can take more later though?”

You don’t answer, but he takes it as a yes. You’ve always been his muse, it’s not gonna stop now. His camara is now getting some action.

This place is actually so beautiful, smells amazing too. The pictures you saw did not do it justice.

“Look at the strawberries, the nuts. Ah—I’m in heaven.”

Jungkook smiles as he watches enjoy and pointing for him to look at the large container, of everything that goes well with chocolate. He’s really just happy that you’re including him, by telling him how much you freaking love this place or how you want to stay here forever. It makes him feel like things aren’t all that bad between the two of you and it can be fixed.

“Why are you looking at me like that.” You narrow your eyes at him. Gosh he forgot how long he was looking for. You’d been telling him something but he zoned out.

“Oh-nothing.” He clears his throat.

You just brush it off, cause if you linger on it, you’ll melt. Jungkook looking at you has been a weakness for you, there’s just something about him focusing on you and having only you in sight. “Anyway, I was saying try this.”

He doesn’t regain his consciousness before you’re bringing a spoon full of chocolate to his lips. he takes it, tasting the sweetness of it.

He licks the chocolate off his lips when you pull away. “Mmm….so good.” You nod glad that he likes it. Though way he’s looking at you makes you think he might not be talking about the chocolate. You choose to ignore your thoughts with a cough.

As you go on you learn facts about chocolate and the factory and jungkook takes the pictures. When walking around you make sure to not forget to collect little pieces of chocolate from the dispensers. And it’s not long before your hands are getting full.

When your expedition is over, you’re returning to your bags to stuff them with your treasure.

“This is a lot of chocolate.” Jungkook states.

You shake your head. “it’s not that much.”

“Yeah of course an addict is telling me that.”

You gasp. “I’m not an addict.”

“Tell that to all the money I’ve spent buying you chocolate.” Money which it didn’t mind and loved spending.

“Honestly that’s all on you.” You say raising your hands. He chuckles.

Getting tired you both decide to go by the café inside the factory. Whilst there you both order some food to eat which is not chocolate, except you. For your beverage you picked to drink the famous hot cocoa. Which tastes like heaven made it themselves.

“How do I take this home with me?” you say motioning to your drink.

“Just stay.” He meant to say you both could just stay, but his tongue tripped.

You nod, thinking about it. “I could.” Moving to Switzerland and living here would be a dream. But unfortunately, things aren’t that easy. Finding a job would be hard, plus the language barrier would kill you.

“don’t.” he’s almost pleading. “I don’t know how I’d tell your family I lost you to Switzerland.” More like he doesn’t know how he’d fix things.

“Honestly it’s no competition.” You say in deep thought and analysis.

“What? you would leave me for Switzerland?” He says it not realizing causing you to chuckle. And when you look at him, he gets it.

The conversation doesn’t go farther after that. Jungkook just stays in his thought. When jungkook had made the decision to move. He honestly thought it wouldn’t be that bad. He’d plan on maybe moving you out to him when he settled down, but your job was a very hot topic. At the time he hadn’t realized how serious it was. But now he does.

If it was you moving, he’d be just as hurt. And it pissing him off that he hadn’t realize the impact.

For your second and last activity for the day, cause of the way time just flies by; is the largest indoor flea market.

You spend your time there; just looking around, eating, and buying stuff. During your move you make it a mission to take pictures of jungkook. And you do manage to take some good ones.

He also finds an opportunity to ask about your work and how it’s going. And if that co-worker that bothers you is still around. He’s glad to learn that she did get moved to another department. He’s happy with whatever makes you comfortable.

As you’re talking, you’re approached by a couple, older but not old and tourists as well. They ask you to take a picture of them and jungkook is glad to assist. When he’s done, they’re happy and offer to take a picture of you too, jungkook wants to decline the offer assuming you wouldn’t want to but you’re quick to accepting.

“you two look so lovely together.” The lady says and you have no clue what to say apart form an awkward thank you. You wouldn’t blame them for thinking you’re a couple, not with the way jungkook is smiling at the picture.

“Grow up kook.”

“What?” he whines. “It’s a good photo.”

You roll your eyes before walking away. He follows behind you, smiling.

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Soon your day on paper comes to an end and you’re returning to the cabin.

You did not know what to expect of your day in the morning. Your night was okay but would the rest of the day go the same? those were some of your thoughts. But to your pleasure the day went well, great even. You just hope it’s the same for the rest of the trip.

Jungkook is on cocoa duty (not assigned but he took the responsibility.) and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t do a good job at it every time.

Leaning against the counter holding your mug and watching him finishes up with his own, you watch.

“How’d you like the Lindt factory?”

He takes a sip before answering. “Great. Honestly enjoyed it more than I thought.”

“What? You don’t trust my judgement?” you watch as he leans on the counter opposite from you.

“it’s not that. Just never thought I was that big of a chocolate fan.”

You hum. Silence fills the kitchen as you’re just enjoying the drink. Why does the air feel so thick, is it the way he just leans there. Pajamas not doing a very good job at hiding his physique. Why the hell does he look buffer. Gosh, his arms look like they’d lift and lay you to your demise. In the morning you caught a glimpse of his shirtless torso, and you were about to lose your cool. To add gasoline to the fire he had just stepped out the shower and had not completely dried. Geez, if it wasn’t for your ability to leave the room, you don’t know what you would’ve done or said.

Jungkook has always had a keen eye for your little frustrated looks, the way you don’t blink, the way you wrap your hands around yourself or how you cross your legs. He knows. It’s the details he’s aware of. No one knows you like he does.

“I like this sweater on you.” He says pointing to the green sweater you’d just gotten back from the dry cleaners.

You look down at it. “Because it’s yours?” you raise a brow as you take a sip of your cocoa.

He shakes his head looking your body up. “no. because you look good in it.” He’s biting his lip, then his playing with that little lip ring. Yn, hold yourself.

You choke out a chuckle. “Jungkook.” It’s a warning for him. But he doesn’t take it.

“What? It’s not my fault you look good in all my clothes.” gosh you’re gonna die choking on this liquid. “Makes me want to just hand over my closet to you.” He’s coming closer to you, gosh what the fuck, he approaches but it’s the sink you’re standing in front he wants. You move. He rinses his mug, tired of the drink.

“Well, that won’t be necessary.” you say sliding away from his towering figure. Just to catch your breath, cause you’ve been holding it. Jungkook laughs at the movement. Just after, you’re rinsing your cup and placing it in the cupboard. You’re not gonna die choking on cocoa, or jungkook as a matter of fact.

“Think I’m going to bed.” You state thinking the bedroom will be your only place of solace away from him.

“Me too. I’m getting sleepy.”

You’re stiff as he walks behind you. You hope you’ll be able to sleep on your own tonight. Cause if jungkook just as much as touches you, you’ll turn into a puddle.

You’re quick to moving to your side and facing away from him as to not see him taking of his shirt. You know because you hear it drop.

“Goodnight.” He says turning off the light.

With all your might you mumble a goodnight to him too.

Tonight, you manage to fall asleep without cuddling. You sleep back-to-back close enough to feel the heat radiating off the other.

Jungkook wanted, so badly to go skiing after seeing an advertisement for it and saw some people do it on your way to the cabin. You’re not one for these intense sports but since he went with you to the Lindt factory, you thought it’d only be fair to go as well. Just accompany him.

Though his won’t be sweet and rewarding.

“You wanna go with me?” he asks teasingly and you shake your head, as soon as you process his words.” come on.” He whines.

“I’ll just cheer you on from down here.” The process of skiing looks terrifying. What do you mean you had to go on those zip line things, and slide down. Not you. Nope.

“it’s not that bad. You’ll be with me.”

Though it sounds comforting it doesn’t change anything. “I’ll just stay here looking around and taking pictures for you.” You smile hoping it convinces him.

He chuckles, his bunny smile on show for you.” baby what are you so scared of?” the pet name comes out smoothly, catching you by surprise. But it does seat itself in and warm your heart.

“it’s just scary.” You wrap your arms around your body.

He sighs watching you closely. “Fine, but can we do something as exciting, later.” He stares at you scattering your brain for what he could be referring to. “Like ice skating.” Oh—he was thinking ice skating. Last night has your mind in a whirlwind.

“That sounds better.” Jungkook laughs cause it’s basically the same thing, but he won’t get into it.

“Okay then.” He says walking to the register. “we’ll do that later.” It’s a promise.

Jungkook is off skiing and you’re sat in doors, still able to watch the outside activities, landscape and events thought the large window. You don’t mind not going skiing, it’s not like it was on your list.

While you’re sat you decide it’d be a good time to call jimin and let him in on your trip so far.

“it’s not as awkward, anymore. It was at first. But then we just agreed to just enjoy the trip for the sake of our money.”

“The sake of your money?” he mocks.

You choke out a laugh. “Yes, for the money.” Is it? “he’s been nice and all. It’s actually not bad.” Jimin hums as he listens, this time at least you have his attention.

You’ve shockingly enjoyed the trip more than you thought, so far. If you just keep on, the whole trip could go well and you’d be back to your normal lives. You hate the sickness you feel at the thought. The trip will end, it is gonna end and you’ll be back to what you were before. Gosh.

“Sounds like the trip is going a little too well.”

You scoff. “it’s not that, we’re both just chill.”

“No fucking or kissing.”

You gasp and look around like someone could’ve heard that, but your phone is to your ear. “jimin! Oh my gosh.” The thought of it has you blushing still.

“Just sayin’. Jungkook’s probably dying. ”

You roll your eyes. He’s fine, you’re fine.

You go on talking but soon you have to end the call. Immediately you cut the call and stuff your phone in your pocket a figure sits next to you. Male, not jungkook. You pay no mind to him. you’re on a public bench anyone can sit next to you. He’s just in his own business. Is what you think until he’s reaching over to talk to you.

“Exciting isn’t it.” when he speaks you catch his foreign accent, not Swiss. Must be a tourist like you.

You awkwardly furrow your brows. “Huh?”

“Skiing.” He points.

Then it clicks that that’s what he’s talking about.

“I presume.” You say modestly. Why the heck is he talking to you.

“Presume? Haven’t you gone?”

“no.” You shake your head chuckling. “it’s not for me.”

“You can’t say that. You haven’t even tried.” You internally roll your eyes. Why does he seem to care so much. “Plus, why come to Switzerland in the winter and not try skiing.”

You don’t know why you carry on this conversation, but you feel like justifying yourself. “Honestly I just came for the Lindt factory.” You say shamelessly causing the stranger to laugh. he doesn’t seem like a weirdo or creep, but you can never know. He’s probably not talking to you out of pure interest. So, you try to keep your distance.

“you’ve been?”

“Yeah. Yesterday.”

He hums sound interested and you know this conversation isn’t ending anytime soon. “How was it?”

You scoff internally. “It was fun. Would recommend you’ll love it.” You don’t even know him; how would you know he’d like it. And to be fair you’d add that Jungkook’s presence made the place more exciting to be at. You assume he doesn’t have a jungkook. Speaking of jungkook, how long is he going to be? You should’ve just gone out on a walk instead.

He nods. “Well maybe you can show me.” You pause, okay now you’re starting to get uncomfortable. “I’m sorry I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that I came alone and it would be nice to have someone show me around.” He justifies but it doesn’t make you any more comfortable. “I’d pay for your ticket if that’s the issue.”

You chuckle. “I’m a tourist to, there’s not much I can show you.”

“I mean you’ve visited the Lindt, so you know more than me.” Gosh he’s so adamant.

You smile awkwardly wishing jungkook would just pop up.

“you’d be better off going with someone else.” You’re looking around as if you’ve lost something. The man catches on to the action.

“Am I making you uncomfortable.” Yes. very.

“No-” before you can finish your lie of a statement, Jungkook’s interrupts, voice anything but kind.

“Yes, you are.” He says firmly, body not open for discussion.

The guy turns to look at you, then jungkook, then back at you. “Do you know him?”

Hesitantly you respond. “yeah” you debate on what to say. “He’s a friend.” He is isn’t he?

Friend? Jungkook chuckles internally. “Excuse us.” He spits out to the man.

The guy is taken aback, but just stands. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You just nod and give him an awkward smile as he walks away.

You sigh relieved that he’s gone.

 You and jungkook share a glance before he’s sitting down.

“Friend?” Jungkook asks when he sits next to you.

You raise a brow. “What? you wanted me to lie?”

“Lie?” he says even stronger. You don’t know what he’s pointing to right now.

“Are you parrot?” You chuckle trying to get smart with him.

Jungkook scoffs at how you avoid his eyes. “You couldn’t have said I was your boyfriend.”

“But you’re not.” You spit out a little quickly.

When you turn to look at him you catch how his jaw clenches. And if you weren’t arguing right now, you’d think it’s the hottest thing. “But you could’ve just lied so he leaves you alone. Now he’s probably going to try to approach you again.”

“he’s not going to.” You say naively.

Jungkook is getting frustrated with this, a little more than he should. “I know guys like that, he’s going wait for a time when I’m not around and attack.”

“Attack?” you laugh at his word choice. Your laughter only serves to his anger. “You’re being dramatic”

“I’m not being dramatic, I’m being serious” his statement comes out a little strong and louder than you’d like

“don’t yell.” You warn him and he apologizes. “I get you feel like you need to protect me, but relax.”

He laughs at the way you think. You thinking he’s feeling like he needs to, no, he needs to. He wants to.

“I don’t feel like, I need to, I want to.”

You don’t say anything, he knows he’s got you, what more could you say. There’s nothing. Jungkook is the protective type, has always been. He’s shown you that many times in your relationship. And then, it made sense but now you feel like he shouldn’t have to bother himself with it. You’re not his responsibility anymore. “We should get ready to go for lunch.” you stand walking away.

Jungkook follows after you, knowing you’re now gonna give him attitude. Your folded arms are evidence of that. He���d normally just kiss the attitude away but for obvious reason he can’t.

-

“you’re not gonna ask how skiing was?” He tries really hard to open the air for conversation. He hates it when you argue. So, he tries to everything he can to lighten the air.

You stare down at your food. Your eyes not meeting him once. “How was it?” you don’t even sound interested which you hate because you are. You love to hear jungkook talk about things he loves.

“It was great.” He explains not into going into much detail like he wanted to. Your energy demoralizes him. “I’m sure they’re still open if you still want to try. He suggests but you’re quick to shaking your head.

When he’s about to say something, he’s getting interrupted. It’s a girl, the one he met when skiing. She showed him around some routes since she’s a local.

“Yn, this is Lena. I met her whilst skiing.” He says introducing you. “Lena this is yn, my friend.”

Fuck now you know how bad it stings.

“Hey yn. How are you liking you trip so far?” she asks politely in an accent.

You stare her up, taking in her features. She looks about your age, and gorgeous. Why is your body so rigid. Speak. “Umm- hi-I’m liking it well enough. Thanks.” you can hear how stiff and awkward your speech is. Gosh yn she hasn’t done anything to you, chill. Smile.

Jungkook breaks into your awkward encounter. “I’m gonna be seeing you at the ice rink, right?”

He says and she smiles a little too hard. You roll your eyes. What does he mean he’s gonna see her there. Is the a you and him trip anymore? Your food doesn’t look as appetizing anymore. “Yeah. I’m there often during the holidays.”

The way her voice rings in your head is jarring. Make it stop.

Soon your prayers are answered and she’s leaving. Though unlike her your heavy heart stays.

Jungkook turns to you, still staring at her route of exit. “You, okay?” your eyes return.

You shift your eyes to your hands. “Yeah, I’m just tired.” You stand from the table choosing to leave. “I think I’m gonna stop by the cabin.”

Jungkook is confused. But he just takes you as you are.

“Sure, let me get-” he threatens to stand.

“no. I’ll just take a train.”

He sits down. If you want to be alone it’s best if he lets you be.

When you get to the cabin, all alone. You find yourself falling into deep thought.

The pretend play you and jungkook are playing is good for you to enjoy the trip, but you won’t deny how much it only covers your true feelings. You play pretend and feel all these feelings as though you’re still together and then the trip ends and you’re sucked into being apart.  And it’s him leaving all over again.

You’re getting sick of it. There’s only so much pretending you can do.

Jungkook: ice skating later today?

He wants to be sure you haven’t changed your mind.

Not matter your emotions you still want to enjoy the trip.

You: sure. Meet you there.

When you make it to the ice rink, your mood is still tense from lunch, which is your fault for holding on to the emotions for so long. To only sour your mood more, you spot jungkook talking to the Lena girl from lunch.

You roll your eyes and watch how she giggles a little too hard at something he says. Jungkook is a funny guy, but she shouldn’t be laughing, whatever he’s said can’t be that funny. This is so irritating. Why the hell is she even here.

When jungkook spots you, he has on a huge grin, but the sour look on your face has him dropping it. He thought maybe you wouldn’t be still upset by now. But he’s wrong. “Yn you’re here.” He says it like he wasn’t expecting you and you weren’t meant to be here, or that’s how you hear it.

“We made plans, didn’t we?” your tone is nothing more than flat and irritated.

“We did.” He turns. “You remember Lena?” He turns to point at her, like you can’t see her. Why’s she looking at you.

Oh, could you forget her. “I do.” You jeer.

“Hi.” she with her perfect smile. You’d liked to punch it in—your of course—you’d never actually so it.

“Hey.” It comes out awkward and strained. Wanting to get things over with you turn to jungkook immediately. “what’re we doing now?”              

“Um. We’ll have to get the skates.” He turns to Lena for some type of consultation, you scoff.

 “Yeah, this way.” she says turning to lead the way.

Jungkook turns to you, your folded arms the first thing he sees. He stands next to you. “You get here okay?” you didn’t arrive together which means you had to take public transport, which he knows you don’t mind but he just wants to check on you.

“Yeah.” You mutter before walking ahead of him. Do you even know where you’re going?

You want to enjoy it, but the emotions that are ahead of you block you from doing so completely. And of course, Lena is a pro at skating.

Jungkook is fairly good, for someone who’s just taken it up. You’d attribute that to his quick learner personality.

You on the other hand are struggling, and it’s pissing you off. You hold on to the half wall and glide. There’s a good amount of people around and honestly, it’s embarrassing. -like- there are even small kids better at it than you. It’d be better if you just stopped. There are probably other activities you could do. Ice skating (or skiing) is not the end all be all of Switzerland.

Jungkook would probably enjoy skating more with Lena, seeing that they skied together earlier. You question why jungkook even ever liked you in the first place. You’re not cool like Lena or even as adventurous, you do try but you don’t feel it’s enough. He’s better off with someone like her. It’s good you broke up so that he can be free to do whatever. The thought stabs at your heart.

Jungkook spots you from where he is walking out. The look on your face anything but happy. He’s swift to skating to you, making sure not to bump into anymore with how fast he’s moving. “Where you going?”

His concerned and soft voice only intensifies your frustration. Could he not see how irritated and bad at this you are. He was probably too busy to notice. He’s always busy.

 “You haven’t even travelled the while ring.” He chuckles awkwardly as you step off. He follows.

“I don’t know, I’m just not feeling it.” You don’t even dare look at him, because you know if you do your frustration will win and you’ll end up yelling or crying. And both are too embarrassing to do in public.

Jungkook scoffs. Jungkook can’t tell what’s going on with you but it’s definitely disturbing your ability to enjoy anything. He wants you to enjoy. But what’s irritating him is how you don’t want to communicate what you’re feeling to him. He’s always made himself a safe space for you to open up. But you never take it. Ever since he m0ved you’ve been distant, physically and emotionally. It’s frustrating cause all he wants is to be close to you in all ways. “You were not feeling skiing and now you’re not feeling this?”

Is he blaming you for not enjoying this? It’s not your fault you feel this way. You don’t even want to be feeling like this. You do want to enjoy skating, gosh you want to, so bad. But there’s just so much you’re holding on too that pretending can’t solve.

“Jungkook I’m not any good at this.” You gesture around eyes starting to sting when you watch how other people have fun while you argue. “You just go have fun with your Leni or Lena whatever.” You act like you aren’t sure of her name.

It’s the way you say it, the force and strain in the word. The way you look to the crowd in a jittering stare looking for her that let’s jungkook know what this is all about. Did it come off like that? She’s just a girl he met whilst skiing, he honestly never thought that far. Never thought you’d be thinking of it.

“Is this because of her?” he questions eyebrows furrowed trying to look at your face that’s staring down. Why the hell are this shoe laces so hard to untie. you just want to cut them off, but you’d probably have to pay for damages. Shit

Your frustration is replaced with another type of embarrassment, when jungkook is on his knee to replace his hands with yours to help you take the laces off. You just want the ground to swallow you right now. Unlike you Jungkook’s calmness is able to take the laces off. He tries to help you into your other shoes but you just brush him off. He moves.

Standing up and looking at you he asks. Voice calm like usual. “Is it?” you’d even forgotten his previous question. Do you have to answer him?

“I don’t know how it would be when you two are off to the other side of the ring. I’ve barely talked to her.” That’s exactly the problem why the heck do you feel like this when you haven’t gotten to know the girl. You barely know her intentions.

“It is.”

You groan rolling your eyes. “If you want help skating, I can help you. I’m sorry that I got carried away.” It’s probably one of the things you’re mad about. He just fucking left you like you didn’t make plans to come here together. Yeah, maybe your attitude made the distance between you, but he should know how to deal with it by now. Gosh you’ve been together for a good 3 years. He should know how you are.

And he does. That’s why he insists you’re acting like this cause of Lena. well, she’s probably just a catalyst and there’s something deeper that you two have to address.

You stand looking up at him, but he’s towering figure doesn’t make you as intimidating as you want to feel. “You don’t have to be sorry about anything, why? Cause you always know what you’re doing.”

“You know it’d be better if you just said it directly.” Whatever it is, because he wants to know. You want to walk past him but his hand around your wrist stops you. You look at it then at him. He’s not smiling, but not mad. Just concerned.

“I don’t--I’m not saying anything.” You snatch it form his grip and he lets you.

Jungkook’s face scrunches up in frustration. “That’s what you always say, then pull shit like this.”

You pause and stare at right in his--round eyes that are now, siren. “Shit like what?”

“This. Your fucking attitude.” He almost loses his tone but remembers that you’re in public, which is so fucking embarrassing. “You never want to talk about things.” He looks around for any watching eyes.

You just glare at him. Maybe you don’t like expressing yourself to him anymore. You’ve noticed it too. It had been hard for you to express yourself to him over a call, and sometimes shitty network. There had been days where you wanted to cry on his shoulders but only had the screen to rely on, so guess what you did. Nothing. You didn’t cry, you didn’t tell him anything. You’d just cry on your pillow after the call ends. “Maybe I don’t cause I know you won’t listen.”

That’s a hit to his ego. To him as a person.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. I always listen to you.” The blank look on your face has him questioning himself. “of course, I’m not perfect.”

You chuckle bitterly.

“Just go off to your little girlfriend.” And there it is, a confirmation of what he already knew.

You start walking to the entrance. And he follows. Shoes on. He’s not going to be able to skate with the heaviness in his heart. He’d end up sinking into the ice, which doesn’t sound so bad right now. “Come on.” He swiftly moves to standing Infront of you. He blocks you from moving and you just give up and just decide to look at his jaw, not wanting to look directly at him. Which was not a good idea, cause of how he clenches it. You look up into his eyes. “you’re jealous?”

“Who?” he’s a parrot and now you’re an owl, he wants to say but finds it inappropriate for your mood.

“You are so jealous.”

“I’m no-”

“don’t lie to me.” You try to push at his chest for him to move out of your way, but your plan backfires giving him leeway to hold your hand firmly to his chest. Hard as a rock even through he’s sweater. “Tell me why you’re jealous.”

Instead of answering him directly you try to change the topic. You swear you can feel his heart beat through his sweater.

“Don’t act like I couldn’t see you jealous too when that guy approached me.” You try to one-up.

“I was jealous.” His confession has you wanting you dig a hole and hide yourself. It’s so easy for him to say, you weren’t even enjoying your conversation with that guy. “Difference with me is that I can say it.”

Shit. Shit. What do you say now. Get angrier, that always works, well not really.

“Whatever. I’m not jealous.” You look away from him. Are you really doing this in public. Jungkook doesn’t look like he gives a fuck right now, he just wants an answer. One which he’s not going to get.

“Tell me what you’re so jealous about?” his voice lowers

“How many times do I have to say I’m not jealous.” Till you can’t deny it anymore, the thought runs through Jungkook’s mind.  “Just go have your fun.” You finally decide you’re tired of feeling his heart beat perfectly.

“you’re so ridiculous y’know.” He watches you move slight away, anger not faltering one bit. You’re determined to being upset. “can’t we just talk about this. It seems to be bothering you.”

It is. It’s fucking gnawing at your heart, your lungs, your mind.

“Nothing’s bothering me, I’m fine.” You breathe in, relaxing and calming down just a bit. “I just don’t want to be out there all on my own, while you’re having fun with some else.” Jungkook licks his lip. He doesn’t have anything else to say. What he has to say can’t be said here or whilst you’re unable to hear.

“I’m going home.” You pass by him and he doesn’t bother turning to watch you walk out.

“Korea?” it’s possible for you to want to leave. And the thought causes him to bite down hard on his bottom lip. Cause if you leave on these terms, nothing’s gonna change and he’d never get another chance. You’d avoid him like the plague.

“No, the cabin.” You state and he’s relieved. “Have fun.”

“Everything okay?” jungkook is startled by Lena’s voice who walked around to find him after she noticed he was gone.

“Yeah.” You force a smile. “I’ll just get going.” He informs her. He already has his stuff so there’s no need for him to go back inside. “Thanks for getting us in, though we didn’t even stay long.”

“No problem. It was fun, wish I got to talk to her.”

“Yeah, she isn’t normally like that.” Cause you aren’t.

“I understand.”

You don’t immediately go to the cabin. Instead, you go to the sauna you had been eyeing. It could probably be the only way to relax you. The sweat dripping down will mask the real tears falling down your face. You’re glad you’re alone right now.

You have your head leaned back thinking about what had just previously happened. The thoughts not wanting to leave you.

You hear the door open but you don’t bother looking, you’ve got a lot to think about. “hey stranger..” the familiar voice speaks just as shocked. You sharply open your eyes. Wondering if it’s you he’s speaking to but you’re just the two of you in here.

You’re just the two of you.

“didn’t expect to find you here.” He says setting himself down just in front of you and you looking at him oddly. Do you have bad luck?

“hmm” you chuckle awkwardly. You make a plan to gradually scoot yourself to the door. Being with him here does make you uncomfortable but you try to stay to enjoy what’s left of your time. You expect silence but the man doesn’t see on the same level. “Went to the Lindt factory like you said. Was honestly the best of everything.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” you say like you’re a worker at the factory or care.

“It would’ve been better if you came too.”

You awkwardly chuckle and finally decide to sit up. You came here to think and relax but this guy couldn’t be more of a bother. “I’m sure I would’ve just made it worse.”

He chuckles and smiles your way. A smile you do not reciprocate “I doubt.”

“Is your friend around?” Now you should fucking leave.

“Mm?” you ask like you didn’t hear. Fucking sirens are blaring. He’s not giving off I’m gonna leap at your vibe. It’s more of his inability to give up that bugs you. “Oh- ahh yeah. He’s gonna be here.”

He turns to look at the door like Jungkook’s about to walk through the door, but he doesn’t. gosh you wish he would. “isn’t it hard to have male friends like him.” You look at him brows furrowed, confused. You wait for him to elaborate and he’s quick to it. “Protective.” He says.

“how?”

“makes it hard for you to live your live and get to know people.” You laugh. it’s not like jungkook has his hands on you and pulling you away from people who want to talk to you. He’s actually for it but he just has a good discernment of creeps. As you sit here you reflect on his words from before when you initially met the guy. Gosh you should really start listening to jungkook. Makes you realize how right he is—sometimes--

“no.” your tone is sharp that the soft one you’d been giving him.

He shakes his head. He lifts his hands in defence saying, “I think he’s doing too much.” Now you’re getting upset, visibly so, which is not lost to the man. Who the fuck does he thinks he is. He’s the one doing too much, “I’m not some weirdo, I promise.” He hasn’t shown any signs of it yet, but you don’t give a fuck and you’re not gonna wait around for him to show it.

“I think you’re doing too much.” You snare abruptly standing up. He can tell the irritation on your face and is about to defend himself but you’re quick to cutting in. you’re not about to have it.

“I don’t know how your long your trip is but if you see me around, please don’t speak to me.”

“Wait.” You don’t.

Sauna time done you decide to go back to the cabin, feeling anything but relaxed. Daylight already lost.

Today has honestly knocked you out, as though you’ve done anything energy straining. It’s more of an emotional strain. When you walk in jungkook isn’t anywhere to be seen. So, you just assume he never got back. Makes you wonder where the hell he is and why he didn’t tell you, but you’re in no place to convict him cause you never informed him of your sauna endeavours as well. You’re both grown adults and can move around Switzerland without the other—but—why do you feel entitled to know where he is. You lost those privileges when you broke up and now when you left him at the rink.

Maybe a steamy shower will do what the sauna didn’t finish cause of you interruption. After that you decide to end your night early, you’ve got nothing to do after all.

you toss and turn in bed, barely able to get a linear sleeping time. Everything just feels so weird and off. Even worse than in the beginning. It’s all a different type of awkward, which you hate. Jungkook isn’t sleeping next to you which prompts you to checking the time.

1:39am your phone tells you.

Where the hell is he, you’re starting to get scared. You’re not worried about his safety cause jungkook is very capable in that sector, --well unless he got shot—shot?  Why are thinking of that. Who’d fucking shot him, let alone in Switzerland. He’s never been in any trouble with the law or anyone. You’re getting paranoid, if you don’t see jungkook in the flesh, well and not wounded, you’re gonna lose your mind.

Putting on the sweater that has been a staple and carried you through the trip you walk out the bedroom to the open floor living room. you sigh when you don’t spot jungkook. You won’t be able to go back to sleep even if you wanted to. Cause you don’t feel like it and are losing your mind. As you’re standing in the living room like an anxiety ridden mom waiting for their teenager child at midnight, you hear it. It’s wood chopping sounds. Harsh and fast. You do have some cabins around you so it could be your neighbours—but no--the sound is closer to yours, like it’s just outside. So, you curiously walk to the door which would lead you closer to the sound. Maybe you aren’t as afraid cause you assume it’s jungkook. And it is.

You relax when you spot his figure well and healthy.

He doesn’t notice as you stand watching him. bottom lip chewed down on. Why the hell is he chopping wood at 1 in the morning.

You want to say something. You need to. Maybe apologize about what happened at the rink, you have a fair share in the argument. Since waking up or maybe after the sauna you realized how childish your behaviour was. You ruined the moment. When you could’ve just asked jungkook to help you and he would’ve been there, hadn’t you chosen to give into your irritation. Irritation of seeing him with a woman. There you said it.

His muscles flex as he moves to drop the axe down on the wood.

This is not what you want for you and jungkook. Arguing and not able to talk or share air. It’s not what you want. Even if things do officially end, you’d want to end it on calm and friendlier terms.

As you watch him you notice how his jaw tightens. He’s not just chopping wood. You start to worry for him when his movements grow harsher, of the larger chunk of wood.

“What did the wood do to you?” you try to be neutral.

He didn’t notice you behind him. So, he’s startled by the sound of your voice. Turning to look at you holding yourself in the door way, he chooses to take a break. He got so carried away he forgot he was cutting wood for the fire place and had cut too much. He drops the axe into snow. “Ditched me at the ice rink.” He says going to pick up some pieces of wood to bring inside.

Fuck you feel so bad. You stay silent watching him until he’s brought all the wood in and finally closing the door. Which allows for the warmth from the now blazing fire to fill the house. Now in warmer climate, jungkook takes off his large sweater and you drop your arms that were still wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry about that.” You mumble softly. He stands at the sink, you assume to make himself something warm.

“it’s okay, it’s not like I went all the way to stay in touch with some girl so she could get me—us--a good deal at the ice rink. Then I take you there and you ditch the thing entirely.”

You do feel horrible about to, but his tone irritates you causing you to respond as just that. Which you immediately regret.

“I left you with her, weren’t you happy with that.” You have an interesting way of saying things that bother you.

Jungkook pauses his actions and stares at you with a seriously confused face. He scoffs. You’re not making sense. “You know that’s not what I wanted.” He returns to his mug. “I wanted to spend it with you.” His voices calms.

Fuck. Uhm what do you say. You should probably say you’re sorry. “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook just listening. He just doesn’t understand, he wishes you could just be straight forward. Frustrated and tired of hiding behind a task, he drops the cup to give you, his attention.

“Did I say something wrong?” you stand where you are but jungkook moves. To you. You panic but he doesn’t walk closer than a few feet from you. You don’t know how you’d handle yourself if he came any closer. At the rink you almost died. “At the rink?” he clarifies like you’re not fully aware. He just wants to make sure that you’re on the same page. Cause you can think of other times he might have feared he’d said something wrong.  “I honestly shouldn’t even have started talking to her.” He rubs a hand over his face.

Jungkook has never been malicious to you in your friendship before or relationship. Or even now. He’s been cordial. He’s the only man who’s treated so well and calmingly. Of course he has his imperfections, you both do. But it doesn’t take from how well he’s treated you. He never crosses a line.

“it’s not even that.” You’re looking off to the side and holding yourself again,

Gosh, he’s really holding himself right now. He bites his lower lip and clenches his jaw to hold himself back from just walking up to you and making you look him in the eyes. “Then what’s wrong. Please talk to me.” He pleads.

“I don’t know,” you whisper still looking beyond him, your voice is barely audible.

He’s begging, really for you to just tell him something. “Please don’t say that.” He responds, his tone a mix of frustration and pleading. He steps closer just a few centimetres away, if you unfolded your arms you’d probably bump into his chest.

“I don’t-” you start but your voice cuts you off, “it’s the way you-” you aren’t able to finish. What are you going to do with yourself. This is embarrassing, you can barely form or organize your thoughts and your mouth can barely move to speak. You’re not even going to talk about how hard it is for you to look him in the eyes. You just settle with staring at his other supporting features. His hair, his ears (that are red from what you assume is frustration—it’s not--), his eyebrows and then you skip to look at his nose--

“was it me talking to that girl?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You push away slightly.

“But we have--you know what--I want to.” He moves to block your action of walking away. You thought you were strong enough. You thought you’d manage to talk about this. But you can’t. not when it makes you want to cry.  “I want to talk about it.” His voice is stern but not harsh. It’s just strong enough to let you know he’s not letting this go. It’s funny how something so insignificant can cause you to be in this situation. Forced to express and confront your emotions, the one’s you’ve been running from since the trip began, the one’s you told yourselves you’d pretend didn’t exist. You fooled yourselves by dodging the topic.

Now you’re here. “While we’re at it we can talk about why you broke up with me.” He’s not asking if you can talk about it, he’s telling you it has to be talked about and he’s not gonna let it go by. Not this time.

At his words, all your emotions unite to form a single unit of defence. “me? you agreed too.” You point at him face scowling.

“I only did cause it’s what you wanted, and I didn’t want to hold you back.”

You stare confused. “Hold me back from what?” what the fuck does he think you’ve been doing. You hope he doesn’t think you’ve been out and about since breaking up, that’s been the last thing on your mind.

“From living the life, you wanted to, without me.” His upset at the thought leading his voice to come out a little passive aggressive.

He does think that, you can see it. “Without you? I don’t want that.” You state. “But how can I live a life with you when you’re miles away, always busy. And can barely visit.” You just talk. Finally, your gears are moving. But the problem is that so are the tears. “You moving away is you choosing to live without me too.” You choke on your words a little. “Even I didn’t want to tie you to me or hold you back from your dreams that’s why I tried to li- live with it, but it got so unbearable kook. I couldn’t take it. it felt like I was alone. In fact, I was alone.”

Jungkook feels sick hearing that you felt alone.

“You know I did try.” His voice is soft, moving himself into your circle. You let him. He can’t help himself but cup your cheek. The action feels comforting, almost relieving. At least he’s here and you’re not talking over the phone, makes it much easier for you to sink into his touch.

You hold the wrist that’s caressing your cheek. Gosh you want to keep his touch here forever. “I know that’s what hurts more you tried but it still wasn’t enough. I really did want it to work. I still do.” On your last sentence you look up at him and he’s already staring at you, the thump of his other hand coming swiftly to wipe your stray tears. You sniffle. “Cause honestly I’ve missed you kook.” You feel comforted playing with the end of his sweater.  “So much. I miss how we were before you moved. When it was easier for us to be together.” your fingers take a journey from the bottom of his sweater to the neck.

Your palms lay flat on his chest and his hands move to softly hold your wrist, not to move you away but you keep there.

“I know we said we’d pretend. A-and I thought I could. But I can’t kook.” On cue with his name, you look up at him. “fuck- I never knew how much I hate seeing you talk to other—" you can’t finish your sentence, but it’s okay cause he’s finished for you in his mind. “I’m sorry for attitude.”

He glides his hands from your wrists down your arms until they are both on your waist. “I’m sorry too.” He’s pulling you closer, your hands still on his chest, but now for stability. “I’m so sorry I was too distracted for you. You didn’t deserve that. You don’t serve that.” He’s caressing your back. “okay?” you have to answer but you can only bring yourself to nodding. All he’s ever wanted was to know. Know what was wrong and how he could fix it.

“I’ve missed you too.” He smiles lightly bringing his nose to brush against yours. The action has you tilting your head upwards. His lips itch to touch yours, but they don’t they just hover, he still has more to say. And he wants to say it close enough for you to feel it. “If only you knew how I dreaded every morning and realized you weren’t next to me. Every time I just wanted to fly back home.”

“So, what stopped you.” You’re looking at his lips. his rosy and moist lips from how hard he’s been biting and licking on that. You wanna do that. You wanna kiss him, wanna be the only biting down on his lips.  you wanna do a lot of things right now. You wanna run your hands through his hair remind yourself of its texture, you wanna lift that sweater off, that holds his cologne so well, the earthy lavender scent, that crawls its way through your system. You wanna take that sweater off him, --feel, see—just how much that gym membership as proved itself valuable. You know you won’t be disappointed, jungkook loves the fucking gym.

“I don’t even know. But all I know is that it’s not gonna stop me anymore.” Him nudging his nose closer has you tilting your head to meet his lips. the air between you feels heavy. The feeling pulling your lips to meet. And when the do, it’s fervent. His kiss is urgent but slow, not wanting to be apart from you for a second.

 Your bodies are hooked together as Jungkook is moving you back into a wall. The kiss intensifies when he leans your head back with his hand around your neck. You’re gripping onto his sweater for support and breathing him in for life.

Jungkook clings onto your lips for life too, even if he needs to breath he doesn’t stop. You moaning into his mouth will suffice. He doesn’t know where to keep his hands. Should he use them to tilt your head back to deepen the kiss, (if he goes any deeper he’s gonna sink.) whilst he uses the other to pull you leg up by your thighs, his grip surely leaving crescent moons as decorations. He doesn’t know what to do with them. For the moment he uses them to pull he sweater over his head. You’ve been clawing at it to come off.

Now shirtless you can feel his skin for what you remember it to be silky-smooth. So delicate that you fear leaving scratch marks on him, but jungkook encourages it, he begs you to do it. Your hands roam his body, first his large back, muscles flexed, then down his firm chest then down to his defined midsection. “What am I to do with all this.” You say breathless.

“You tell me. It’s all yours.” Your lips are meeting again. Tongues tagging at each other. For some reason the rich, sweet and completely irresistible taste of chocolate lingers on your lips, but he loves it and is drinking it up.

Jungkook finds that his hands are better at gripping your thigh and lifting it to wrap around his waist. His core moves into you and you feel how hard he is against you. You’re thankful for his thin pajama pants.

Your hands pull at the root of his hair, though it’s shorter you make it work, making him groan into your mouth. You both can’t fucking breath at this point, which is the only reason you’re pulling away. Your heavy breaths brushing against each other.

“jungk-” you’re moaning for him to take you to bed but he’s steps ahead of you. Your feet don’t have to fret cause he’s lifting you by the thighs to lay you on the edge of the bed.

You lay back on the bed but legs on his shoulder, he’s kneeling between your legs. Your pants are still on but not for long. In a swift motion you’re left in your plain black panties. The ones with the little bow. He chuckles at the detail. When you see what he’s laughing at you get self conscious. Jungkook looks up at you confused why you’re closing your legs.

“I didn’t know we’d be in this position, so these are the one I brought.” You try to explain yourself cheeks blushing red. He doesn’t know why you’re so insecure about the detail. He loves them.

For a quick kiss he’s on his feet hovering over you. “it’s okay, I like my gifts wrapped in bows.” He smirks and the comment has you calling out his name in shock. peck. He’s back on his knees staring at your core. The bow is a detail he’ll miss but he’d gotta take them off. Fuck is all he can think when your cunt is right in front of him, wet. Is this where he’s meant to die, right in your cunt from suffocation cause he won’t be able to detach himself from you.

Your legs are planted on his shoulder, your ass just at the edge of the bed. When he first swipes his tongue through your folds, it takes you by surprise. Gosh you missed him being right there.

“fuck” you whimper the sound not being able to be masked. Your slick, probably mixed with his saliva, drips down your cunt, down his chin. His nose is so deep in it that some of your juices run up his nose. Is this how fucking cocaine sniffers feel?  He can’t wait till his cock is buried snuggly it. He sniffs in, on purpose this time, takin git once more. You grind on his face making him suck harder at your clit. You’re getting dizzy and gripping hard at the sheets. His nails dig into your thighs harshly, the pain causing pleasure.

Everything is so intense you can’t tell apart your orgasm. Fuck you can’t be coming this fast from just his tongue. Shit. “Jungkook. Don’t stop” You whine the intense feeling approaching quick, your walls tightening and fluttering around his tongue. Jungkook’s so carried away he only realizes you’re coming when your legs are shaking. He drinks everything that leaves and it’s only when you’re pulling his head back from overstimulation that he realizes he should take a breath. He’s starved can you blame him?

“you’re so gorgeous baby.” he says peppering kisses on your thighs. “Wanna do that again for me.” He’d absolutely would eat you out for a second time in a row. And you’d love that but you just want to feel him.

You’re moving up the bed and he’s hovering over you kissing your jaw. Your palms meet his ass in a teasing smack.

“Missed this ass.” You smile under him. jungkook just chuckles. you want to add on but his finger stuffing your tight cunt has you silent, gasping for air.

Jungkook smiles down at your pleasure strained face. “mm? not so talkative now?”

He thinks he’s got you. Then you slide down your hand down his abs, he knows where your hand travels and though it’ll destroy his ego, he lets you do it. “so big” you bite your bottom lip as you start stroking him, using your own juices as lubricate. He’s walls are falling. Your hand wrapped around him, has him burying his moans in the croak of your neck.

It’s a competition huh? he loves those second and fucking your cunt first.

You’re stroking him in his pants and he’s pumping his fingers in your cunt. He’s kissing you to hide his moans. It’s a fucking competition and he’s losing. He can’t lose. His hand leaves your cunt to grab at your wrist. You stop. He pulls you away from him. if you went on any longer, he’d be done for and the night wouldn’t end the way he wants. He hasn’t been touched in a year, unless it’s talking about those times you sexted, but it doesn’t count. It feels different when it’s your hands.

“why’d you do that?” you whine.

“If you did that you wouldn’t have gotten the orgasms I have left for you.” You don’t respond. you won’t argue, you do want them.

His fingers are back to pumping and even sooner than before your climax approaches. He wishes he could count just how much you flutter around his finger but he’s too busy looking at your face, pleasure written all over it. and its pride that fills him, knowing he’s the one giving it to you.

Jungkook moves away and you watch how he licks his fingers clean. The way he smiles at you after, is disgustingly hot.

“Take off your pants.” You tell him.

“You take off your shirt.” He reciprocates, you’d forgotten you’d even been wearing anything.

Jungkook is spoiled by the sight before him, your chest sprawled out for him to taste. So, he leans down and wraps his tongue around a nipple. His hand lost at the other side. You love all the foreplay, really, but you want him. you’ve been thinking about it for forever.

“Jungkook.” You call. He hums saying you have his attention. “I want you.”

There’s nothing more he wants.

“Want you too baby.” He says grabbing his cock and aligning it with your entrance. Then he remembers.

“fuck” he whispers. You sit up and wander what has him holding back.

“what?”

“I don’t have a condom.” He knows he doesn’t have one, it’d be weird, it’s not like he was coming on this trip expecting to fuck you.

“Why?” he stares at you confused.

“I didn’t expect fucking to be on the itinerary.”

Oh yeah, you laugh at himself.

“Do you?”

“Nope. Why would I have them.” He just shrugs his shoulders.

He’s gonna lose it. “Are you on the pill?” it’s his only option.

That’s when you shake your head. “Got off when we broke up.”

Okay so what is he gonna do, his cock hard and your cunt right in front of him.

“Jungkook come on you can pull out.” You whine pulling him forward.

She shakes his head. “god no. I almost lost my mind from your hand. It’d lose it in your pussy.” You smile, you shouldn’t be laughing cause you won’t be able to fuck. But you just can’t help but smile at the fact that he almost lost himself just from your hand. You’ve got no clue on what to do. You really need to fuck him.

“Wait--” he looks at you. “This is a lover’s cabin.” You say but he waits for you to elaborate and make sense.

“wouldn’t they have condoms in the cupboard or something.” He didn’t think of that.

So, as you stand you walk over to the cupboard roughly open it almost tipping it over. “Bingo!” you celebrate pulling out a long string of condoms. Your saving grace.

You carefully pull out one and toss it to jungkook.

“Relax aren’t they the one’s you usually use,” you say when you see the look on his face. They do look like they’ve just been purchased and placed. He’s so thankful right now. He leans against the head board and you watch how he gracefully he strokes himself and slips it on, your mouth drools but you’re too needy. You’ll do that another day.

“Come ride cow girl.” He welcomes you when he’s all done. You stretch your legs over him, centering yourself. His hands are quick to spread across your ass, landing a light tap.

He helps you centre himself at your entrance. His brows scrunch together when he feels your tight warmth slide down him. he definitely isn’t going to last long, maybe he’ll hold on till you come but after that is not promised.

His hand loosely holds at your throat, just enough to tilt it back slightly and leave wet kisses and marks everywhere on your skin.

You sliding up and down him feels great but he couldn’t help himself but move his fingers to touch your clit. In pure pleasure you’re wrapping your arms around him and kissing him. you love this position, how he nudges at your back, how intimate it feels, the way you’re so close after being so far away. The cold is barely in mind. Jungkook can’t express how much he’s missed you.

You love it.

But what you love more is how he pulls at your hair, just softly. “Love fucking my cock huh?” he asks but you’re unable to answer his hips jutting up into you with great speed. Jungkook could get carried away with the way your boob bounce but he chooses to say focus. “You like that huh?” he smirks but your eyes are closed, the pleasure of his intense strokes taking you out.

“Yeah, love fucking you kook.” You whimper out.

He’s thrusting harder and you’re moaning louder. “you look so pretty taking me baby. Wanna fuck you forever.”

You wish you.

Your body melts into his as you’re coming again, jungkook fucking into you for his own high which follows after yours. When he catches his breath, he’s laying you down and beside you just after throwing the filled condom.

“I’m gonna get the bath started.” He says planting a quick kiss on your shoulder.

You’re too drained to stand so when he’s back to come get you you’re dozing off. “come on baby I’ve got to get you cleaned up.”

You groan. “Then after a I can make you cocoa.”

“I’m so tired kook.” You whine.

“I knowww.” he coos. Next thing you know he’s lifting you, bridal style. “it’s okay I’ve got you.”

“Hmm. Don’t move.” Jungkook whines when you threaten to stand and start your day. You two have already slept in because of your late-night endeavours.

“I have to kook. We have so much for our day.”

“Ugh! Fine. But first give me your hand.” He demands the action has you confused but you give it to him. when he has it, he’s giving you a billion kisses. “I love you.” He doesn’t think it’s too soon cause—well he doesn’t know it just felt right to say.

“I love you too now let me go.” He makes sure not to unhand you until you say it more ‘meaningfully’ according to him.

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You and jungkook decided to retry ice skating (you were hell bent on not going skiing.)

As you’re skating jungkook slides to the half wall, after telling you he has to take a call. You shoo him away after telling you’ll be fine alone (for the meantime).

“Any news?” jungkook was nervous when he got the call from Namjoon. This is a very important call from him, it determines what the hell he’s gonna choose. Quit or get transferred.

“Yeah. it’s been approved.” Jungkook is still for a moment.

“Seriously?” it almost feels like a dream.

“Yeah, had to do a lot of convincing but they agreed.” He’s so grateful for Namjoon. He’s gonna miss him. Jungkook looks over to you, gliding not great but better, and you’re smiling this time. So, he’s happy. You’re happy.

“Thank you, man,”

Namjoon smiles, he knows how much this means. “No problem.” The call cuts.

This just seals a lot “kook look out.” He pockets his phone and as he’s turning to you, you slam into him. You haven’t gotten to the knowing how to stop just yet. Maybe next time.

“You okay, baby.” He says holding onto you by your waist

You let out a dramatic breath that has him smiling. “Yeah, but I’m getting kinda tired.” You say out of breath and letting your weight fall into his arms.

“I’m getting hungry too.” You’ve spent a good amount of time ice skating so you decide to leave it for next time.

--

“what’s the plan for tonight.” He asks as you eat.

“Hmm. For the first time I don’t know.” You both laugh. “We could go out for dinner—ohhh the hot tub--.” You forgot about it cause none of you ever wanted to use it, honestly you didn’t even expect the place to have a hot tub.

“I like the sound of that.”

The steam of the hot tub hovers lazily on the surface of the water. The steam curls around jungkook as his gaze locks on you. Body dry cause you haven’t gotten in yet. You walk onto the deck, the dim but still bright enough lights radiant off your skin, as though the sun has come to pay him a visit at night.

His breath is caught.

The bikini hugs you in all the ways that made his thoughts falter, the curves of your body illuminated by the soft glow of the light. He swallows hard, his mouth dry despite being surround by water. You make him weak, so much that he looks only at you, even though your attention is else were. You try to find a place to hook your towels.

And then you turn around to smile at him in victory of finding a place to hang them. He nods acknowledging but no paying attention.

He leans back slightly, the water lapping at his shoulders as his eyes roam you, mesmerized. There’s some thing unworldly about you, something he can’t quite put into words. It wasn’t just the way you looked, that made him trip for you. It was the way you carried yourself, the way your body swayed as you moved closer to him.

His arms immediately reach out to envelope you. “Enjoying the view?” you tease, your voice relaxing into the tub and his warmth.

The chuckle he releases is low, “you know I am.”

Your giggle like a melody. You wrap your arms around him and he loses his stability for a second before regaining it. “careful.” He murmurs to you, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I might drown.”

“I wouldn’t want that.” you peck his lips.

You relax for a while just taking in the night and each other presence.

Jungkook has been meaning to ask, the question eating at his mind.  “Do you want to go back to Korea with me?” it sounds like a dumb question, you came together so you will be leaving together.

But the double meaning lies within and he’s desperate to know your answer.

“What are you saying?” you coo at him. “Aren’t we already going back together.” You’re talking about the tangible stuff, the tickets, the plane, the flying, even the landing and going home. But he doesn’t mean that.

After pecking your shoulder water sticking to his lips, he explains. “I don’t mean physically.”

You stare down at him eyes softening. “kook” you realize the seriousness of his question. And for a second jungkook senses scepticism. So, he panics.

“If it’s bout my job, I’m working on it.” His voice is quick.

That was a fear of yours, even more that he wouldn’t want to move. Jungkook has thought about it, the move was a rush decision he never spoke to anyone about it to ask their opinion or whatever. And honestly the move didn’t bring him much joy, besides the opportunity to adventure Jeju. But apart from that he was away from his family, his friends and you. Everything that made his life.

“Seriously?” you say more shocked than anything else.

“Yeah, Namjoon called me. My transfer got approved.”

 You gasp the water swashing from your movement. “don’t lie to me”

He laughs. “I’m not.”

“I thought you said getting it approved is hard.” You’re finding this so hard to believe.

“It is, I guess I got lucky.”

You squeal moving in to hug him.

“When did you start all this.” It’s along process so he had to start early.

“Honestly before we broke up. I wanted to surprise you if it got approved. But then-” you shush him from going on further.

“So, what would have you done if it didn’t get approved.” Your tone drops.

Jungkook sighs looking around in thought. “would’ve fucking quit.” it’s funny how easy the idea is for him, former him would have struggled with the question. “I’m tired of being so far from you.”

“Same.” He places a longer and soft kiss on your lips.

“So, you wanna go back with me?” His voice is playful, as he looks up at you through wet lashes.

“Mhm.” You smile, leaning slightly closer to him, your fingertips tracing lazy circles on his shoulder. “I wanna go everywhere with you.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, warm and intimate, as his lips lifts into a small, boyish grin. “We can arrange that.”

Jungkook doesn’t mind being patched to your side like a little purse dog. In fact, the way he leans into you now, his hand slipping around your waist as if it were second nature, says he’d prefer it. His thumb grazes your hip absentmindedly, a small gesture that feels both possessive and endearing.

“I’m gonna miss it.” you say leaning into Jungkook's shoulder with a pout. You wait patiently for your flight. “Feels like we just started the trip.”

Jungkook reaches over to cup your hand in his. He then interlocks your fingers and brings it to his lips; the action causes you to smile softly. He really likes to do that. It’d never been a trait of his before, so you’re intrigued, to why he does it all of a sudden. “We can come back one day. together.”

“Yeah together.” You reassure. You like this. Like having him with you.

[3 months later]

“Jimin if you’re gonna wear that to my fucking wedding you’re not coming.” You announce to a jimin too focused on the light blue suit he’s in. in the mirror you can spot his cheeky grin. He’s not gonna wear a freaking light blue suit, it’s not on the colour scheme, plus he doesn’t like how it makes him look.

He turns to look at jungkook who’s standing on his own pedestal looking into the mirror. Touching and teasing at the suit. “Jungkook you’re not gonna let her do that right?.” Jungkook just shrugs his shoulders at jimin. He’s not pleased with the answer. He knew the dude was down bad, but not this down bad. “Bro!”

“she’s the boss.” Jungkook raises his hands in surrender and you smirk in your seat.

“Come on man…standup.” he fists at Jungkook who just laughs. As Jimin is stepping out to get out of the suit (he stayed so long in it you thought he might actually want to wear it.) and get changed, you swat him with a magazine and he’s quick to running out not wanting you to land another hit.

Now alone in the dressing room you walk up to jungkook. You lean your chin on his shoulder, your hands finding there way to his chest. He welcomes them with his own. “You look so handsome.” Your voices hums sweetly by his ear. Jungkook lifts up both of your hands to place soft and warm kisses on them. The action has you blushing red. The ring on your finger and indication of why he liked to do it before. Plus, now, he just enjoys it., it makes you blush and he likes that.

“Mhm.” He hums against your wrists. “You like it?”

“I love it.” You take a hundredth glance at a preview of what he might wear at your wedding. If he chooses it’s what he wants. You love the cut on him. the colour complimenting his skin, and the style shows off his physique, not too much, but not too little. But all the buttons on the vest and shirt are gonna give you some trouble undoing.

Jungkook stares at you completely enamoured at the way you’re looking at it. You should be looking at him like that. “I think you might love the suit more than me.” He turns abruptly causing you to fall into his chest. He catches and keeps you stable with his firm hand on your lower back.

You place one hand on his chest and the other around his neck, bringing you much closer. “I might just.” Your lips could meet easily with how close you are. But you don’t move them and jungkook pouts at how you deny him the opportunity.

“I’m gonna take it off, not gonna let you love it more.” He nudges his nose with yours.

“Take it off.”

“Jeon Yn! I forgot how freaky you are.” You roll your eyes at how he’s already given you his last name, you like the sound of it though. Reminds you of how real this is, you’re not dreaming.

Trying to tease him more you move by his ear to whisper, “Not here though.”

Jungkook is biting his lower lip. “We should hurry then.” he moves to kiss your shoulder, your off-the-shoulder top giving him leeway to kiss your skin directly. He peppers more kisses from your shoulder to your neck before  you get carried away you’re prompting for him to turn around. He does, though reluctantly.

You giggle.

“Do you like it though?” your voice turns serious, as much as you like it and how you just want to see him in it the whole day. If he likes it matters.

“Yeah, it makes me look so…husband.” He smiles boyishly as he winks at you in the mirror.

“Oh-gosh.” You push yourself away from him to get back to your seat. You’re not gonna be here all day.

He turns to face you. Still standing on the pedestal. “When do I get to see you in your dress” His teeth play with his lip ring as he asks curiously. The thought of you in the gown exciting him.

“When I walk down the aisle.” You stare blankly, no room for discussion. And he doesn’t, you’ve been quite stern about him not seeing you in any bridal wear until the wedding. Which he doesn’t mind, he can wait.

“Make sure it’s a ball gown so that I can slip under and hide.” He gestures his hands to elaborate what he means.

You shake your head. It’s not your style, maybe when you were a child, but you’ve grown. “I’m not wearing a ball gown.”

Ditching the jacket, he places it next to you and stands closing your legs between his. He lowers himself so your nose is touching his. His arms trap you between him and the couch. You didn’t think he was not gonna get that kiss right? He kisses you softly, then again. Then a little harder the third time, this one lasting seconds longer. You hold on his waist for stability. He kisses you once more just for the sake.

“I’m very sure you’ll look divine in whatever you pick, baby.”

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A/N: so that's that. I hope I've fixed your broken heart from I-redo. there are scenes that i couldn't fit in. Yes of course there are other activities they did, but if i wrote it all it would be boring and too long and would probably be pushed to next month. i wish i could've written more fluff but idk.

i will allow for story drabble request if you guys want that.

but yeah thanks, for reading, liking and commenting. much love. wishing you a happy new year.

story idea copyright of keen-li, 30.12.24

[leavesonthetrees]

Not a Bloody Clue

Summary: Bilbo has decided it’s high time he cuts his hair, it’s far past a respectable length at this point. Unfortunately, the rest of the company have ✨thoughts✨ about that.

One thing about hobbit hair is that it grows inconveniently fast. Apart from the hair on their feet, hair in general is just seen as a nuisance as it’s just better to keep it cut short or tied back unless it’s a special occasion. Foot hair on the other hand must always be groomed carefully, rather uncouth not to.

By the time the company have reached Beorn’s rather battered and bruised, some more so than others, Bilbo’s hair was somewhere around mid-back. A rather beautiful cascade of riotous chestnut curls, or it would’ve been had it not been tangled, dirty and he was sure he heard chirping somewhere in that mess. Their gracious host had an unfortunate habit of just plucking Bilbo off the ground into his arms which while Bilbo did not appreciate, he did however appreciate the large spread of milk, cheeses, honey, bread and other assorted platters. Once their bellies were full, they filled their hearts with laughter and music. Beorn excused himself to verify their story, saying he’d be back by the time they woke and Gandalf had dozed off in the corner under his hat.

Bilbo was readying himself for bed, his body felt ready for bed about three weeks ago but his hobbit sensibilities demanded that he sort himself out. There was a small mirror in the bathroom Beorn had shown them to and Bilbo winced at the sigh of his hair; matted, one side caked in fluids he had no business thinking about and not to mention how un-respectable it was. He was well aware that the quest did not have room nor the facilities for all his particular habits nor the need to retain his reputation and manners but all the same, it was nice to have some comfort in the familiarity. Bilbo twirls a curl around his finger and sighs. Had he known what the 80’s were, he might’ve been pleased but as it was, he didn’t and wasn’t happy at all. The little wooden comb he has brought within him from the Shire almost immediately snapped in the mess of hair, not to mention how much it hurt. The prospect of using his other comb, his mother’s that she brought back from her time in Rivendell was out of the question.

“Should cut the bloody stuff off.” He huffs quietly, trying the untangle some of his with his fingers to no avail. Plan in place, Bilbo comes back out the the larger room and starts rifling through what’s left of the contents of his pack.

“What you looking for Bilbo?” Calls Bofur from where’s he sat across the room, pipe in hand.

“Scissors.” Replies a frustrated looking Bilbo. “Fiddlesticks, must’ve not brought any with me.”

“Here you are.” Dori fishes a pair of sewing scissors from a little case in his pack.

“Thank you Dori.” Bilbo walks over to take them from him. “I suppose it might take a while as they’re quite little but I’ll sharpen them and give them back to you.”

“Ye can borrow my wet stone.” Dwalin supplies from his spot next to Gloin. “What’re ye using them for anyway?”

“Oh, thank you. Well I thought I’d cut my hair.” Bilbo says inspecting the scissors. The room stills, silent and tense. Bilbo looks up at the abrupt, eerie quiet, startled when Dori lunges and pulls the scissors for him hand, clutching them to his chest with horrified expression. Kili and Ori have tears in their eyes and everyone else isn’t far behind.

“Cut your hair?” Asks Balin hoarsely. “Why lad?” Bilbo’s brow creases with confusion.

“Well it’s simply too long and getting in the way. It’s in a terrible state and I just need to cut most of it off.”

Horrified gasps ripple across the room. A very solemn Thorin crosses to Bilbo and drops to a knee in front of him.

“Master Baggins.” Thorin begins, his voice shaking a little. “I sincerely apologise for any grievous offence my behaviour or any member of my company have caused you. Please, tell us how we have wronged you so that we may fix it. I beg of you do not cut your hair.”

Thorin pulls a small blade from his boot and brings it to the braid on his right temple.

“I take sole responsibility and offer you my braid and the bead that denotes me as king until we have offered sufficient reparations and you have forgiven me.”

Before Thorin can flick his wrist to remove the braid, Bilbo is moving, catching Thorin’s hand in a tight grip.

“Stop, stop!” Bilbo’s eyes are wide with panic. “Don’t cut your hair. No one has offended me. I simply want to cut my hair, it is too long and it bothers me.”

Thorin’s hand falters.

“But why would you cut it? Why not braid it?”

“I never learnt to braid hair, it just seems easier.” But Thorin looks absolutely heartbroken, eyes glassy with tears. There is such an aura of sadness around him, around all of them that Bilbo feels he would be cruel to cut it, even if hair holds no significance to him personally.

“What do you suggest then?” Bilbo carefully guides the dagger away from Thorin’s braids.

“Braid it, obviously.” Dwalin says like Bilbo is the thickest creature in Middle Earth. Bilbo rolls his eyes and gives Dwalin a hard stare, just like his grandmother used to when he was a being rude as a faunt.

“I already said I don’t know how.” The silence hangs in the air for a few seconds before Bilbo huffs.

“Any other suggestions?” The dwarves look among each other, exchanging glances and meaningful looks.

“Right, well, hair doesn’t mean anything to hobbits, other than the hair on your feet, you can do what you like with it. So if there’s no further objection, I would like those scissors back Dori.”

“I will braid it!” Thorin blurts out in a panic. All eyes turn to him, a mixture of surprise, delight and some disappointment? Bilbo just nods slowly.

“Alright then…do you want to wash it too?” A second round of gasping, Bilbo’s honestly getting fed up of it now. Thorin is bright red and stammering, clearly taken aback.

“I-I’m flattered by I think I better leave that to you for now.”

Coin purses are being thrown across the room, Khudzul flying about, Bofur and Nori look strangely upset. Bilbo simply rolls his eyes and plonks himself down next to the fire.

“You’ll have to use your comb Thorin, mine’s broken.” Thorin’s eyes look like they’re going to bug out of his head and did Gloin just coo at them? This is getting stranger by the minute.

“Here? In front of everyone?” Thorin stammers, Bilbo briefly wonders if Thorin’s having an attack of some kind, dwarves should not be that shade of red.

“Yes? Should we not?” A shy smile that not once in a million years did Bilbo think he would ever see, creeps across Thorin’s cheeks.

“Not at all. Here is perfect.” Honestly, at this point Bilbo is a little creeped out but Thorin is rummaging through his pack, producing a comb and a small vial. He positions himself so Bilbo is sat on the ground in between his knees. The touch to his hair is almost reverent, the comb barely pulling as Thorin works methodically through the knots. At the particularly matted section, Thorin unstoppers the little vial and pours some fragrant oil into his hands, it smells of pine and bergamot. Dear Yavanna his hands are absolutely divine! Thorin works the oil into Bilbo’s hair and scalp, working it in small circles with his hands from his temples to his pressure points by his ears. Lost in the bliss, Bilbo makes a soft noise of pleasure and lets his head hang heavier in Thorin’s hands.

Unbeknownst to Bilbo, Thorin grins rather triumphantly and with no small about of smugness at Bofur and Nori, Nori makes a rather rude gesture in Iglishmêk which Dori swats at him for. All too soon in Bilbo’s opinion, Thorin’s voice is gently coaxing him back to reality.

“Hmm?” Bilbo says, blinking slowly, a soft sleepy smile on his face.

“I said you need to wash your hair before I can braid it.” Thorin returns the smile and Bilbo thinks briefly how much younger it makes him look, how sweetly the skin around his eyes crinkles.

“Oh yes. Back in a jiffy.” Bilbo has never washed his hair faster in his life, he does take a moment to scold himself for behaving like a faunt with their first crush.

“He is doing you a favour, nothing more.” Bilbo says under his breath, lathering the honey scented soap into his hair.

Smelling of far nicer and feeling much more refreshed, Bilbo retakes his position back between Thorin’s knees. There’s tension in the room but Thorin waves it away when Bilbo enquires with a “Nothing important, just minor disagreements.” And sets about braiding Bilbo’s damp curls into a tight but comfortable braid, leaving a small section at the front. He ties it off with a strap of leather before clearing his throat.

“Bur- Bilbo. I had no time to prepare a suitable bead for this occasion, when we reach Erebor I shall craft one for you out of gold and sapphires to indicate your status better. In its place, temporarily, will you accept one of my own beads?” Bilbo twists to look at Thorin, his hands fiddling with a bead, the braid at his left temple unraveled.

“That would be lovely, thank you Thorin.” Bilbo gives him a gentle smile, a little confused but he’s got the spirit.

The look that Thorin gives him as he carefully weaves the braid into his curls, makes his stomach flip. There’s a vulnerability and softness in his eyes which a whispered part of Bilbo longs for it to be romantic. Thorin clips the bead in place and secures the braid, the air between the two of them seems to crackle with an unspoken emotion.

A great cheer goes up from the rest of the dwarves which startles the both of them, he hadn’t noticed how close he had been to Thorin’s lips. He reaches up to feel the back of his head, neatly tied into an intricate braid that he could never hope to replicate, the little bead on the front braid resting cool against his burning cheeks. Bilbo’s got a very strong feeling something rather significant had just happened and he’s not got a bloody clue about it.

[cozymochi]

Hey Cozy! Saw your most recently answered ask about Nyoka and wondered. How much would someone or thing have to push him to actually show or use his fangs? Or use his unique magic on them. Basically, how much would it take for him to actually go off? Since he's not a hot head, I assume it would be a lot.

Also, what about Emilio and Cecil or Tia? How much would it take for them to go off on someone, and would they use their unique magic/Grim (or any physical object within reaching distance for the lovely magicless Tia) in that situation?

(Apologies if this has been answered before! I couldn't remember if it was or not.)

Anyway, thank you for sharing these wonderful characters with us! And for putting up with us and our questions. 😌 Hope you have a wonderful day/night!

(i like questions, they keep me sustained 😭💖 I was gonna draw for everything but I kinda. Hurt. Anyway-) Prev Ask in question /// Unique Magic/Signature Spells

I’m not sure… he puts up with a lot already every day. It’s very hard to get him to bear fangs at all, he’s just not going to no matter how much he’s goaded. He’ll certainly threaten it, but he doesn’t want to actually do it. He puts being dignified above that. That’s a last resort defense if truly cornered, and he would be very unhappy (and lowkey embarrassed) if it resorted to that without a justifiable reason. He’d have to really be taken by surprise, which also isn’t easy to do. Unless, like…. Someone like Grim was suddenly lobbed at his head out of nowhere—

Who can prep for that? But, I suppose it would vary. He’s not as bite-happy as one would think.

Nyoka’s UM in itself isn’t very practical in terms of being beneficial to him consistently, so there isn’t much incentive for him to use it. Unless he was playing very dirty for some reason and knows what kind of person he’s targeting— and don’t get me wrong, he’s not above that sort of thing. There’s just no reason for him to want to use it. It’s just not subtle enough and risky. Somebody else more ambitious might find making others act unscrupulous against their will useful though.

Cecil mostly takes the any of the shit given to him with sarcasm or grumbles to himself, but he’s an opportunist. IF given the shot to retaliate in a dirty way, and he isn’t having a second-guessing moment then he is more than willing to shut somebody up via freezing them like a statue. They won’t be having a good time when their eyes dry out from not being able to blink /hj. God forbid being on the receiving end of a spell screw-up from him too at that. With how sarcastic he is, it seems like everything bothers him all the time to some degree.

Emilio is already a mess, stepping on his boots might be enough to get him upset to the point of retaliation /hj. Like Cecil, he’s an opportunist so if there’s a chance to play dirty he will. His UM is not useful in this kind of scenario though. If Emilio feels his abilities in some way are being underestimated or disregarded it’ll probably just turn into a stupid competition to prove his superiority. Despite how he wants to present himself he is a bit hot-headed and his retaliations might be disproportionate in scale. “This person touched my coffee mug, so I took their kidneys” headass. (Disclaimer: not literal, but that’s the energy)

The first thing Tia did when summoned to Twisted Wonderland - aside from run from Grim - was scream and lob nearby objects at Crowley when he found her. He still holds this act of violence against him to this day. Tia gets bothered pretty easily and will speak up about it or try defending herself in some way. She also hates being underestimated and thanks to her tunnel-vision may jump into situations she’s not equipped for at all just to prove a point— then regret it almost immediately. She tries to stay composed and usually she will be, but she can get cranky if pushed too far.

She’s the prefect, I think the “what” in this scenario speaks for itself. She’s at NRC. Her friends are the principle cast. It’s over.

[twistedmafiaau]

My question is for Mr. Hades, if you could have sex anywhere, where would you choose?

Idia audibly groaned, cheeks beet red “Ugh… why must you ask me this?”

He really wanted to go hide in the bathroom once more to avoid the question — better yet, he wanted to go back to his house and take refuge in his lab, surrounded by his precious techs but he knew Ortho would stop him in his tracks the second he formulated the thought.

Idia fidgeted with his slender fingers, pondering whether or not to expose his dirty thoughts for the whole world to listen, only to curse the one person that decided to approve that question.

“I suppose…my office…?” he said wobbly.

“I don't like having to go out unless I have to, and the car is too narrow and risky a place. My office is more comfortable, since I can keep them on my lap or on the desk when I work, and it's also much safer since I can lock the door and no one dares to come in without my permission…” he rambled, topaz eyes avoiding any sort of human contact.

“Oh, but my reclining chair starts to become a torture if I keep them on my lap for too long, because they move all the time, and the desk is certainly no better, and I end up not being able to concentrate and read my emails becuase they whisper in my ear and kiss my neck and ride me like some sort of horse—”

Idia froze, head turning towards his brother and personal assistant, whose eyes slowly narrowed into two judgmental slits.

“I want to hope that you haven't done anything indecent during your online business meetings.” hissed Ortho.

“I…uhm…”

“You know what? I really don't want to hear it.”

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[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 5: Collaring with Steve Rogers.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2980 (I got a little carried away) Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, Collaring (ofc), Oral sex (F receiving), Vaginal fingering, Dirty talk, Daddy Kink, Reader is called Princess a lot (I don't know if that counts as a warning?), P in V sex, Aftercare. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

“I have a surprise for you when you get home Princess.” – Steve.

That was the text you got from Steve three hours before your shift at work was supposed to end.

Normally you both refrained from using your titles in texts or public, lest someone hear and spread the rumor that Captain America was a kinky freak or something else ridiculous like that.

But on occasion, usually the special variety, one of you would send a quick little something that could be kept discreet, this was one of those times. And it had you unable to focus on anything but wondering what he could possibly have planned.

You two talk about all sorts of things you want to try, or ideas of scenes, all the time. It’s a casual thing you two do over breakfast almost every day. So, pinpointing what he could be planning was impossible, but you knew what you hoped it would be.

A collar.

A fellow friend of the spicier persuasion recently had a formal collaring with her sub, and it had gotten both of you thinking.

Many treated it almost like a wedding or engagement ring, others treated it like just another prop for scenes. To you and Steve it felt closer to the first option, something to be taken seriously, considered and planned. Now, neither of you wanted to go as far as some did, with a whole ceremony and whatnot, sweet as the idea is, but you wanted to save that for your actual wedding.

But the thought of Steve presenting you with a collar when you got home had you off in lala land for the rest of your shift, thankfully it was a slow day and you were already ahead of your tasks, so there wasn’t anything your day dreaming was keeping you from completing.

It was something of a battle to keep your hopes in check, lest you be wrong, no one wanted to plan a surprise for their partner and see disappointment in return, but then, he could never disappoint you. He knew you too well to plan something you wouldn’t enjoy.

The house was almost silent when you opened the front door, usually you were met by your excited German Shepard, happy to see you home, but this time there was nothing.

“Steve?” You called into the house as you took off and hung your jacket at the door. “Baby? You home?” You called a little louder as you made for the kitchen.

You received no answer, nor did you find the man in question. What you did find, however, was a handwritten note, his messy scrawl instructing you to go to the bedroom and strip down to your underwear, then wait for him at the foot of the bed.

He signed it Daddy.

You couldn’t resist the smile that fought its way to your face as you set the note down and raced up the stairs, not intent on disobeying.

The room was empty when you arrived, but that was no surprise. Steve usually kept things put away till he was ready to use them, unless it was something that needed time to prepare, but that wasn’t often.

You wasted no time in stripping out of the clothes you’d worn to work, tossing them into the hamper, and tucking your shoes away in the closet before settling on the foot of the bed, back straight and hands on your lap.

There was always something about when Steve ordered you to wait for him like this that you loved, maybe it was the way you could be good for him so easily, maybe it was the knowledge that he’d come in fully dressed while you were either naked or in your underwear, like this time, either way, you loved it.

The time passed far quicker than the three hours at work had, that might have something to do with the fact that you could let your mind wonder, but soon you heard the bedroom door open and the solid sound of Steve’s footsteps on the carpet.

“Hey, Princess.” He said sweetly from the doorway before entering the rest of the way and closing the door.

“Hi, Daddy.” You answered, face flushing as you looked at him, finding that he was wearing only a pair of blue jeans, blond hair a little tousled, like he’d been running his hands through it a lot.

“How was work?” He asked knowingly, a teasing curve to the corners of his lips, he knew what that text would do to you.

“Good. It was a slow day.” You said, watching as he crossed the room to stand in front of you.

“Good, I’m glad to hear that, baby.” He said as he brushed his knuckled over your cheek softly, an action you couldn’t resist leaning into. “Are you ready for your surprise?” He asked as he knelt in front of you, looking up at you with those blue eyes.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

His smile widened and he caressed your cheek once more before retrieving a box from under the bed and setting it on your lap. “Go ahead, open it.” He said, eyes warm and loving.

Your heart raced as you looked at the box, it was one of those jewelry boxes that have a hinge, made with deep red velvet. Your hands shook with excitement as you opened it to reveal the silver chain inside.

It was shorter, so it would rest right on your clavicle, and from it hung a metal head with two gems, you and Steve’s birthstones.

You brushed your fingertip over the edge of the pendant reverently as Steve watched you. “Look at the back.” He whispered.

Flipping the little hear you saw it was engraved. “Daddy’s Perfect Princess” it said with a scrolling font that ended with a flourishing heart. You felt like you could cry at how perfect it was.

“Now, this one is more for during the day, something you can wear all the time.” He said, voice soft but so deep it commanded your attention as he brought his hand up with another box. “This one, however, is for play.” His smile turned into a smirk as he opened it.

Inside was a leather collar, about an inch thick, black with a buckle on the back and a tag on the front hanging from a ring. You didn’t have to flip the tag to read this one. “Daddy’s Girl” In the same font as the first.

“They’re perfect, Daddy…” You breathed; chest tight with emotion. “Thank you.”

He grinned and stood, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he went. “You’re very welcome, baby. Would you like me to put it on? I have plenty more planned for tonight…” He said, now looking down at you with a knowing look.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, please.”

He hummed. “Good girl.” He said before holding his hand out for the first box and handing you the second. “Wait here, I’m going to put there somewhere it won’t get dirty.” He winked before setting it on the nightstand, then came to rest on his knees on the bed behind you. “Box.” He prompted.

You handed it to him and pulled your hair out of the way in the same motion, and then you felt the weight of it, the cool leather rested on your neck in a way that you could only describe as grounding, and the sharper chill of the tag brought your mind back to the words on it, reminding who you belonged to, now for all the world to see.

Once he had the buckle on the back done, Steve pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Stand up for me, let me see how it looks.” He said against your skin.

Letting your hair fall back into place as you stood, you turned to face him, chin raised proudly to display the collar, a cheeky little smile finding your lips, which pulled a chuckle from him as he looked you over. “I’m glad you like them.” He said before standing and slowly circling you, either thinking of what he wants to do next, or simply trying to keep you in suspense.

“I figured since this was such a special occasion, we’d keep this simple tonight.” He said from behind you. “On the bed, on your back, take your panties off and show your pretty pussy.” He husked into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You did as told, crawling onto the mattress and turning before slipping your panties down you legs till you could kick them off and onto the floor, Steve’s eyes tracked every movement. Once you were bare you laid back and opened your legs, cool air reaching your already wet heat.

Steve let out a happy hum at the sight. “Beautiful.” He said as he came to kneel before you. “Been thinking about tasting you all day, Princess…” He said before pressing a kiss to your thigh, followed quickly by a bite you knew would leave a pretty purple mark.

“Please, Daddy.” You pleaded, wiggling your hips just a little, an attempt to be more enticing, though you knew he would give you what you wanted without it.

His grip on your thighs tightened to stop your movements as he lifted a brow, a silent warning to be patient.

The path he made with his lips up your thigh was slow and sweet, and soon it reached right where you wanted him, the sound of him inhaling deeply and sighing happily was heard before he ran his tongue from the bottom of your pussy to your clit, where he flicked with the tip of his tongue.

You let out a keening sound at the sensation, so far from enough. “Always so perfect for me…” He breathed against your hot skin before diving back in, latching onto your poor clit and sucking gently, just enough to make your back arch and a cry spill from your lips.

He moved a hand from your thigh to your hip to hold you in place while the other hand began to make circles around your weeping hole, spreading your slick and coating his digits before slipping two in slowly.

“Mmh…Daddy…” You whined, desperate already for more.

He looked up at you from between your legs, releasing your clit so he could speak. “What, Princess?” You tried to wiggle your hips again to indicate what you wanted, but he was having none of it. He tsked and shook his head. “Gotta use your words if you want me to do what you want, baby.” He scolded gently, clearly enjoying the game.

You let out a quiet sound of frustration. “Need more…”

He tilted his head like he didn’t know what you meant. “More what?”

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes, not intent on getting a punishment for having an attitude today. “Please, Daddy…Need more…” You clenched around his fingers to express what you meant, and his brows shot up in mock shock and understanding.

“Oh, you mean…This…” He said before crooking his fingers up into your g-spot. “And I suppose you need me here too…” He mused teasingly before returning to your clit, working both in tandem.

The cry you let out had his smirking against your skin, that first orgasm built fast and came crashing down deliciously, but you knew you were far from done, even if Steve didn’t have more planned, you’d be asking for more.

He continued to slowly circle your clit till your thighs stopped shaking before crawling up the bed to rest over you. “Think you can scoot up the bed? Or do you need help?” He asked with that smirk, so very proud of himself.

You grinned back for a moment before making a lazy crab walk up the bed, one he followed like a predator stalking its prey, eyes tracing over your form, locking on the silver glint of the tag hanging from your neck, if he hadn’t been wearing his jeans still, you might have seen the way his cock jumped at the sight.

Before you could settle back on the pillows, he reached out and traced the line of your bra strap, following it all the way back to the clasp, where he undid and tossed it to the floor to join your panties.

Before you could say or do anything else he descended on you, pulling you into a deep kiss that was almost more tongue than lips, though both tasted of you.

You sighed happily into the kiss as your hands drifted up his arms, over his shoulders and into that mess of blond strands.

His hands followed a similar path but started much lower. Hips, up to thighs, over your sides, stopping momentarily to cup your breasts, then stopping to curl around your collar and tug you closer, pulling a gasp from your lips, face warming ever more as the barely simmering arousal started to come to a boil once more.

“Wanna touch you…” You requested against his lips, barely giving yourself enough space to utter the words.

“You already are, Princess…” He teased in much the same manner.

“You know what I mean…Can I suck your cock? Please?” You gave him your best puppy eyes and you could see he wanted to say yes.

“God, I love when you ask so nicely.” He said before shaking his head. “Another time, sweetheart. This time is about you.” He said before sitting back on his knees. “But do you want to help me with these?” He offered like a consolation prize.

Nodding you sat up and wasted no time unbuttoning and zipping his jeans, there was a slightly awkward shuffled to shuck them and his boxers off, but moments later he was right back on you with hungry lips and exploring hands.

One of said hands drifted back down to tease at your pussy once more but you whined and shook your head. “No more teasing, want you.” You gasped against his lips, nipping at his lower lip once the words were out.

He chuckled and nodded. “Okay, but only because you’ve been so good, and I’m going a little crazy myself.” He said, collecting some of your slick on his fingers before pumping his cock a couple times, letting a shuddery sigh as he gained some relief. “Love seeing my claim on you…” He said, more to himself than you and sounding a little desperate, but you nodded anyway.

Then he was lining up his cock with your aching hole, there was a moment when you wondered if he was going to keep teasing, but it disappeared when he pushed in, stretching you around his thick cock so perfectly.

Once he had bottomed out, he held there for a moment, catching his breath, or rather, stealing yours with more kisses and roaming hands that couldn’t seem to find where they wanted to be, not that you minded when he felt so all encompassing.

Eventually one of his hands found yours, fingers weaving together before he pressed them into the bedspread, the other taking hold of your hip as his started to move, a slow rhythm at first, one that had his tip hitting your cervix and dragging over your g-spot, but it soon sped up and became what to anyone else might have been punishing, but for the pair of you it was perfect.

“Fuck…!” You gasped, arching up into him as his lips drifted down to your neck, just below the collar, undoubtedly sucking new hickies into your soft skin.

“That’s right, baby…Tell me how good it feels…” He managed between pressing lips and marking teeth.

“Steve…Daddy…Don’t stop…” You pleaded, though you knew he wouldn’t. Your free hand gripped around his back, nails scratching into him in a way that sent zings up and down his spine and bloomed goose bumps over his skin.

“Jesus…Squeezin’ me so tight…” He rasped, eyes slipping closed as his grip on your hip moved down to run circles into your clit. “C’mon, baby…Cum on my cock…Let me feel you…”

That knot in your belly had started building the moment he started moving, but this made it tighten all the faster. Air seemed like a thing of the past as you had to gasp for it, all the muscles in your body tightening up in preparation of your orgasm, and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it.

Moments passed like that before the knot snapped and came crashing down, pure euphoria in every vein making your entire body light up, your cunt clenching so tight Steve almost couldn’t move to chase his own high, but with the way you were milking him he barely had to chase, coming in you less than a minute later with a low moan and a shiver.

He continued to roll his hips as you both rode out the aftershocks, legs twitching and chest heaving, and once those twitches turned from pleasant post orgasm tremors to oversensitivity he pulled out, bringing a hand to your cheek to check in, satisfied when you gave him a dopey smile.

“Stay here while I get something to clean you up, okay?” He asked as he moved to stand from the bed, but your hold on him tightened, making him stop and look back at you.

“Stay…” You murmured. “Just a little longer.” You requested, earning a sweet smile in return as he settled back in.

“Do you want me to take this off so you can wear the other one?” He asked, fingers tracing the collar.

“Mm-mm, like this.” You whispered, eyes closed as you basked in the after glow and his solid presence.

“Okay, sweetheart.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“Daddy…”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Princess.”

[lieutenantsnowdrop]

Rin Hanamura

After Kaien Shiba’s death, Captain Ukitake needed to appoint a new lieutenant.

Name: Hanamura Rin (花村, 凜)

Translate: 花村 flower village, 凜 cold

Gender: Nonbinary/Androgynes

Race: Shinigami

Age: 315 (Human age appearance: 18)

Rank: squad 13 lieutenant.

History?:

From District: Hokutan

Hanamura was orphaned as soon as they could walk, the only means of survival they had was by the old souls in the village feeding them. Once they could get food for themselves the elders pushed Hanamura off to the side. Often dirty, they appeared more tan than they are now, hair ratted reaching down to their lower back covering their face. The young soul wore some rags that were stained with dirt and blood. Carrying around a small knife and used it when threatened or caught when stealing food. One day, soul reapers came to town and noticed how strong Hanamura’s spirit energy was and took them in. The raven haired soul went to the academy and graduated with full marks, and was given to Jushiro Ukitake who needed a gifted lieutenant.

Rin can recall events from her previous life as a human.

APPEARANCE

Physical appearance: 18

Skin tone: #E1C0AC, #997154

Body type: Rectangle, slight hourglass.

Height: 172cm

Hair: Jet Black, straight, shoulder length. Bangs falling just past their eyes. Hair parted on the right side.

Chest: 34 B

Eye color: #deaa31, outer rings #415463

Main clothing: standard Shihakusho

Accessories: Sometimes they wear a bracelet on their left wrist that has sun and moon beads as well as beads that represent the solar system. They also have a jade green one that they fancy!

Lieutenant badge on left forearm

Make up: light mascara, strawberry lipgloss (Rangiku gave them it)

Birthmarks: Right Kneecap, covers all of it. 5 inches length.

Scars: left hand burn scars(#4f3629) cuts that scarred up going up to their elbow. Few slice scars on the right forearm. Knee scars(falls) huge scar on the right shin. (#faf0eb)

Abnormalities: Skin is different patches of color, some areas tan and some stay light. Freckles lightly splashed on their face, neck and arms.

PERSONALITY

do they have a split personality?: Hard to say for sure.

Base instincts?: Shy, cold. They don’t talk too much unless you are close. They might happily smile closed eyed when saying hello but won’t really speak unless spoken too. Likes animals more than humans/souls. Believes everyone and everything has the right to live among the other.

Attitude?:

Shy, stubborn, takes everything literally. Serious.

Strangers: Shy, cold. Won’t talk much to you. Might look at you to study. If you do talk to them, they will make conversation with you. If you are somewhere you are not supposed to be they will question you, but it’s as though they are curious.

Children: Watchful, but they don’t like when children are screaming and don’t know what to do fully.

Squad members: Same as strangers, just a bit more cheerful because they consider you a safe person.

Family/Friends: Warm and cheerful, cold sometimes but doesn’t mean to be. might joke around with you but doesn’t understand when someone is joking with them back.

How active are they?: Loves to hang out with people. Doesn’t sleep much some days. Gets their work done quickly and accurately. Will train for 2-3 hours before and after paperwork.

How easily do they get angry?: When people tell them they aren’t doing their job right instead of suggesting different ways to do things if they are struggling. Gets angry if someone is making noises just to do so (eg. Chewing). If someone talks behind another’s back.

What makes them angrier then anything?: If you were to hurt their family/friends any sort of way.

What makes them happier than anything?: If you were to gift them something they find useful or help with tasks. Animals, sweets. Spending time with them

Loyalty in general?: Loyalty is a 9/10. Basically they won’t leave you alone unless you voice for them to do so. Will still take up for you and come to your rescue if you hold any importance to them

Protector?: Will protect you with their life.

LIKES/DISLIKES

color?:

Favorite: Sage green, various shades of blue, Candy Apple Red

Hate: Primary color shades

animal?:

Favorite: Cats, birds, frogs, turtles

Hate: n/a

music genre?:

Favorite: Jazz/Classical

Hate: modern day country

place?:

Favorite: anywhere really

Hate: small rooms

drink?:

Favorite: Soda, Tea

Hate: Vegetable Juice (eg. Tomato juice)

food?:

Favorite: White rice

Hate: Organs

flavor?:

Favorite: Orange, Lemon, Pear, Pineapple, Apple, Watermelon, Licorice, Sweet Chili, Bourbon

Hate: Black Cherry

smell?:

Favorite: Lemon, Apple, Cinnamon, Cashmere, Sandalwood, Lavender, Lilac, Forest, Old Paper, Ocean

Hate: Black Cherry, people’s bad breath, alcohol.

feel?:

Favorite: Warmth, seeing others happy

Hate: People going behind their back, doing the wrong thing

SOCIAL LIFE.

How social are they with others?: Introvert, will hang out with you if you’re good friends. Not a flirtatious person, unless they really like you then it might be small hints.

How many friends?: lots of acquaintances, few close friends.

How many good friends?: n/a

How fast are they at making new friends: takes them a few times of interactions ranging from 3 to 7.

How good are they at keeping friends?: You respect them they respect you, if you want to grow apart they will understand.

Marital status: single

Times had sex: HEY WHY DOES THIS MATTER???!!!

COMBAT

Reishi color/element: water

How much energy do they have?: Can hold their own for about 8 hours fighting. Can run constantly for 45 minutes if not using flash step.

Abilities?:

Longetivity

Enhanced Durability and Endurance

Reiryoku

Reiatsu

Zanpakuto

Flash Step

Preferred weapon?:

Hands, Zanpakuto sword

combat efficiency?: 8/10

Support

How good at ranged combat?: 4/10

How good at hand to hand combat?: 6/10

How good at weapon combat?: 8/10

General fighting style?: Close/ Middle range

Strongest attack?: Shikai

Medical abilities?: 3/10

Spiritual pressure?: Captain

RACE SPECIFIC COMBAT

SHINIGAMI

Zanpakuto spirit appearance?:

Tall man (192cm) Long White hair that is orange at the end. Pale skin, orange eyes. Feminine face, red eyeshadow at the corner of his eyes. Has patches of fish scales that are orange and black on his arms and legs. Wears a long white Kimono gown that slowly fades to a dark violet color by his feet. Wears 2 inch sandals.

Zanpakuto type?: Katana, standard 40 inch blade. White hilt. Small koi fish print on blade near hilt.

Zanpakuto true name?: 紫の反転 (Murasaki no Hanten, Purple Inversion)

Zanpakuto release phrase?: 溺れる (Obereru, Drown)

Shikai form?:

Sword: blade detaches from hilt and curves into a ring.

User: No change

Shikai ability?: User’s Zanpakuto detaches and forms into a ring that is razor sharp to anyone who isn’t the user. The ring can be thrown and recalled cutting everything in its path.

Special ability: the blade when thrown can excrete water droplets and be controlled where they hit and land. If the target is hit by the water it will have a burning sensation similar to acid and a small bit of energy will be taken and given to the user (00.05%)

Bankai: Murasaki no Hanten: Jikoku no Shadousakeru

bankai form?:

When activated rain will fall, the water can be manipulated and steal 0.01% of reiatsu. The blade can detatch and split up into smaller rings. The rings can grow and shrink at will of the user. The blades can also turn into water and excrete droplets. instead of just feeling like a burn it will make the opponent hallucinate. When the opponent hallucinates the landscape around them will appear as a plain of water, rising (00.05%) each time the user is able to make a hit. Whatever part of the opponent’s body is stricken by the user’s blade it will make it harder to move as that part will become (00.25%) as heavy as before. Dread and fear will plague the opponent as their energy is sucked away from them.

Reiatsu taken in Shikai per hit (00.05%)

Reiatsu taken in Bankai per hit (00.50%)

The user can also use water puddles and any that they creates as portals

Efficiency without Shikai or bankai?: 7/10

Kido he/she is good at?: Best at Bakudo and Hado. Can use up to #70 without incantation on both

[yesterdayiwrote]

Hi Emma

You can post this or not, but I just read this tag under one of your posts that made me think a little:

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“I think lewis is quite used to be in control fo his own narrative so this could be interesting…”

Because, coincidentally, I happen to came across this article today: https://racingnews365.com/hamilton-warned-over-threat-posed-by-leclerc-at-ferrari

One of the interesting parts that I am quoting is:

"Suppose Leclerc beats Hamilton, then that would be a bad end to his career," Stuck told the German Eurosport.

I was surprised by the news and was reminded that several other greats have already tried that. Hamilton has a special personality, but whether he can handle the Ferrari system is something I am curious about.

Everything works there just a little bit differently. Now he has to subordinate himself and he is certainly not used to that.

If you drove for Ferrari, you will go down in history, even more so than if you were to become world champion seven times elsewhere.

The Scuderia works differently than, for example, Red Bull or Mercedes. You are not the big personality there that you can be with other racing teams. Ferrari is Italy.

The press is completely different, they pick up every little thing, there are no secrets. will be a completely new experience for Hamilton.”

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We all know how PR savvy Lewis is and he is far from guillable. But at the same time, this discourse seems to be on point. I’ve been wondering if this is not gonna be a completely different game than what Lewis is used to, and how keen are Elkann/Ferrari in fulfilling their part of the deal (to the letter) with Lewis in the end.

I think it is going to be a culture shock for Lewis in multiple ways, which I'm sure has at least been raised to him but it will be a huge unknown as to how much it genuinely affects the team and his integration into it.

Lewis will have to be willing to play the 'polite and humble new guy' card to some extent when he first starts. He's not going in as a clear number 1, it's very much going to be a similar situation to the one he's currently in, which so far Ferrari hasn't been great at implementing, but if he delivers on track its going to sway things in his favour and it will be Charles that suffers.

The one area that will be different is that Lewis has probably never had a teammate with quite as powerful team behind them as Charles currently has. Going up against another PR powerhouse has its benefits but it will also have its setbacks.

Ferrari is... leaky, and there's definitely been instances where it appears each driver's teams have been briefing against each other in the past 2 years. Nicholas Todt is not someone to be sniffed at and definitely knows how to play dirty if needed, although it's not just him, all sorts of team info seems to get out to the Italian press. Toto might run his mouth and say stupid stuff but actually... Mercedes doesn't seem to have as much inter team drama leak to the press as others do?

If I was Lewis I'd have some questions about who leaked the story. Given it was the Italian press, it seems likely to be someone on that side, unless someone on the Merc side played a mighty double bluff. But Lewis is deeply private and used to being in control of his own narrative, so I think there could definitely be an off track battle as much as an on track one. Vettel and Alonso have shown that Ferrari aren't afraid to brief against their star drivers to try and show them who's in charge.

[dailyunstableeve]

Under the Spell

Chapter (6/9)

Miguel O'Hara x My oc (Eve)

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A week has passed since the event.

Miguel turned back into that stone cold person again.

The person he love, gone in front of his eyes again.

At least this time he gets to host a funeral that has the body. Unlike her daughter.

Miguel continued his work, a tragedy happened but it didn't stop him from keeping the multiverse safe.

Ding~

An email was sent to Miguel, but he didn't even want to open it.

At the end, the email opened itself, taking over the whole screen. Miguel tries to turn it off but it wouldn't.

"Miguel."

Miguel was stunned, he was about to call for Lyla but the familiar voice stopped him from thinking anything else.

"Don't call Lyla okay? I just want to tell you something, just yourself."

Eve's face is playing on the screen, the look of her face, she's stressed, panicked.

"When the email is sent to you, it'll sort of insert a temporary virus, a program that I've made myself, once this message is done playing, the virus would disappear itself too," Eve starts to explain.

"Mi Amor," Miguel looked at her face, the happy moment with Eve, appearing in his mind.

"I'm not from this universe Miguel, you could be asking if I weren't from here, why didn't I glitch? I'm actually thinking the same thing too, but I came up with a theory, it's because my magic allows me to not glitch, here are the cell images I managed to get when I was getting tested."

Images appeared, there's no cells glitching, in fact they were protected by something, maybe it's the magic.

"I was from the universe you destroy, back in my universe, I was a test subject, projected to kill with the winter soldier, no one knows my true identity, not even my family. That day I was heading back home after a mission, it was my birthday, I was supposed to get a day off after that night but I didn't."

Eve took a long sigh, she looked at the camera, she's thinking back that day, the day she lost her family.

"I got home, the candles were lit, but the moment I blew it, everyone disappeared. I panicked at first because my wish was to be forever with my family, but now they're gone, puff, disappeared. I rushed out of my house, knocking on the neighborhood's door, no one responded at all. Everyone, including my family is gone, the whole universe, only left me. I slowly realized that I was surrounded by darkness, a void. No echoes, no light, I can't even see my hands unless I use my magic."

"I was devastated, I had questions but there's no answers, so I asked my magic to bring me somewhere, that I could see my family again. When I see the light again, I rush my way towards my house, but when I get there, it's a graveyard? So I took a scroll around the graveyard, and found my family's name, on the tombstones. They are indeed here, but just not alive anymore. I was lost, so lost."

Eve starts to cry, Miguel tries to reach towards it to wipe her tears but it's just a screen, he can't do anything.

"So I turn to the group of people who created me, the Red Room and Hydra. Of course this universe they don't know me, the Ashby in this world, doesn't have me, so I gave them the offer, put my name in this universe Ashby's, I'll do all the dirty work for them. Everything changed, the moment they told me my mission is you, they believe you have some information that could be their new weapon to conquer the world, the knowledge of the Multiverse."

"I didn't bring them that the whole time but tomorrow, which is our one year, they will make me get it. Once an obedient dog stops obeying, they would use their cruel ways to let the dog obey again. So, if tomorrow anything bad happens, forgive me for that. And the Mafia gangs, they are just the underlings for the Red Room and Hydra, they fail their job and it'll automatically become my mission to end them. Just as you're watching this, all data about Hydra and the Red Room will be sent everywhere, they won't even have the time to defend themselves or get away from it. Here's a request from me, it's alright if you can't do it but, once Hydra and the Red Room are down, go find those victims that were used for their experiment, I'll have the list attached to this email. Help them, they are victims like me, once it's down, they have nowhere to go."

"Even if this whole year was a mission, I can't help it to really fall in love with you Miguel. Your face really made me skip a beat when I look at it, because gosh, I have never seen such a handsome face before. Behind that handsome face is also a gentleman. If there were other woman sees your face, I bet they would want you like I did as well, well not in the mission type, just the crush type," Eve chuckled, "and the reason I started to show up more at the HQ, wasn't for what I'll do tomorrow, I just want to spend time with you, and during that period of time, I did talk to them that I wanted out and they told me tomorrow will be my last mission, after tomorrow, I'll be free."

"I'm sorry Miguel, for everything I'll do tomorrow. Since you got this email, I guess it didn't end well then. I love you Miguel, thank you for everything."

The video ended with Eve smiling, and Miguel has his control back over his system. News about Hydra and the Red Room pops up everywhere, the whole world is talking about it. On the American news channel, Eve's face is on it. On the news, they thank Eve for helping them destroy their world's greatest enemy, and let the world continue with Peace.

Miguel looked at Eve's face once more, put on his Spider Man suit, and finally walked out of his office.

"No, that's not how it should be."

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[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction|| Their S/O Snaps At Them [Request]

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⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: I hope this is okay for you!!! I took it as Yn snapping and I hope it comes across that way. 

Some have happy endings and some don’t hehe I won’t do a part two because the ones without happy endings don’t need a part two xx

SEOKJIN:

It had been a week since you found Jin snooping through your phone and going through your things in the bedroom. The two of you had spoken calmly about what he was doing and he assured you that it was nothing. That was until you found him doing it again, 

"Why would you even hide this?" He questioned, holding up a slip of paper would a phone number was written across it. It wasn't anything major just someone who had been flirting with you inside of a coffee shop. It wasn't as though you were going to do anything about it, you threw it into your bags with the means of destroying it. The only reason you hadn't told Jin about the interaction was that you didn't want him to get upset with other people flirting with you. It wasn't as if you had reciprocated the man's feelings, you took the number and threw it in your bag.

"Hide it? I put it in my handbag and I was going to throw it out," You mumbled, bending down to pick up the washing basket that was beside your husband's foot. 

"But you didn't. You kept it. So I can only assume you were going to call-" He looked down at the paper to read the name to you, 

"Jack, and plan to meet up with him."

"You really think I'm going to meet up with some guy who gave me his number?" You arched an eyebrow as you began to put dirty clothes into the basket, shaking your head as you began to clean up.

"Why else would you hide it?"

"Again, I wasn't hiding it. I was going to get rid of it. Why were you looking through my handbag...Again?" You quizzed, turning to face him as his ears began to burn a bright red colour saying nothing in response to you. That was when it hit you, how did he even know what to look for unless he already knew?

"How did you even know what to look for?" The silence was the only answer you needed from your husband. He had someone watching you. He'd done it when you first started dating and was doing it again.

"Un-fucking-believable." You grumbled snatching the paper and throwing it into the bin beside the door before leaving the bedroom. Jin was hot on your trail but you ignored him, wanting to keep your temper down and not bite his head off right now.

"Yn...Are you going to ignore me forever?" Jin questioned as he followed you, you were grabbing random articles of clothing that had been left behind by the kids. 

"Nope." You mumbled, looking into the kid's bedroom and grabbing scattered clothes from the floor. 

"Are you going to be blunt with me forever?" He questioned, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he had just accused you of going to meet up with someone. 

"Nope." You grumbled getting more and more annoyed with him. It was something you didn't have to tell him, married or not it wasn't as though you had to tell him every single microscopic detail that happened during your day to day life. 

"Seems like you are. We're married, you're supposed to tell me about this sort of thing. How would I know that you didn't go and meet him?" He mumbles as he stands in the way of the kid's bedroom door blocking your only way out, you stared up at him as you could feel your blood beginning to boil. You could deal with him going through your bag but this was too much.

"Tell you about it? It was some random guy giving me his number which I planned to throw away!" You explained, dropping the basket onto the ground and placing your hands on your hips as you stared up at him,

"You should have told me," Jin was obnoxiously calm about this and you hated it, you think you might have preferred him to be yelling about this.

"Why? You were having me followed so you already knew it happened, you knew someone gave me their number."

"I deserve to know everything." He stood his ground as you shook your head at him, You'd done this to save him from getting upset that someone had approached you but now it was seeming more and more of a mistake.

"It was a small thing. You think I tell you absolutely everything?" You questioned, blinking at him as he nodded his head.

"You should. We're supposed to tell each other everything,"

"I don't tell you all my secrets...I don't tell you when I go for a wax appointment, or when I go and get my hair done." You suggested all of the things as he shook his head.

"That's different, this could have affected me. I need to know when these things happen so I can protect my image." Of course, it was about his image and how the media would see this. His marriage partner is being hit on out in public and taking the names and numbers of random strangers. Of course, he only cared about that because he thought the world revolved around him.

"Fuck sake, you think everything is about you, but it's not. Not everything is about you!" You yelled, finally giving up on trying to be calm about this with him. It was clear there was going to be no calm discussion, no way for you to defend yourself to him.

"I know that..."

"Doesn't seem that way to me. I don't have to tell you everything and I don't need to feel guilty about it! I didn't tell you because I knew you would be upset! I was going to throw it away," Your voice came out hoarse and you stared at him, tears building up in the corners of your eyes. You were never good at yelling or getting into arguments. 

"You owe me to tell me these things, because of my image."

"Fine! You want to know everything I can do that. I can start writing every detail down too if that'll make it easier for you!" You snapped out staring at him for any signs that he was going to drop this topic and you brushed past him and headed downstairs to find the kids. 

[X] 

"Jin..." You whispered crawling into the bed beside him as he hummed tiredly, his body turning over so he could face you, 

"I'm sorry I snapped,"

"I'm sorry I went through your bag," He whispered, reaching his hand up to cup your face in his hand and smiled weakly. Both of you were in the wrong and once you'd had some time to step back and see that you knew the truth. 

"I'll tell you in future. I was just doing it to make sure you didn't get upset...I knew if you knew someone gave me their number you'd get hurt," He smiled weakly and pressed his lips against the top of your head, your body relaxing against the touch. 

"I'm sorry I went through your handbag...I'll call off those watching you as well, I trust you." You smiled this time and snuggled into his arms, ready for an early night curled up with your husband.

YOONGI:

The whole drive over you had been debating doing this in your head but it was now or never. You were wearing a large coat with your dress bunched up underneath so no one would see that you were wearing your wedding gown. You'd battled with yourself about turning back around but you couldn't. Yoongi and yourself had been putting this off for far too long and you were done waiting for him.

"We need to talk," You told Yoongi as you walked into the room, thankful that he was alone in his studio and you didn't have to do this in front of all of the boys. 

"What's wrong? Did something happen? You look tired," Yoongi panicked taking off his headpiece and turning to face you. There was a layer of sweat dripping down your forehead but you didn't care, you'd raced from your car into the building and didn't care how you looked.

"We have to go." You told him as you pulled his hand into yours, helping him stand up as he frowned at you, 

"Go? Go where? What are you talking about? Yn, did something happen?" His voice came out panicked as he thought about what could have happened. Did fans break into the house? Did someone follow you? His mind was racing while you stared at him. That morning he told you to postpone the wedding...again and this was what happened. You were done postponing, you were done waiting and you wanted to get married.

"Let's g and elope. right now. Let's go," You urged already pulling him toward the door but he stopped and put his weight down.

"Elope? What are you talking about?" He shook his head at the thought of it, neither of you had put forward the idea of eloping. You told him that you wanted your family and friends at your wedding, you'd planned everything out together, Minus the date which was constantly changing because of him.

"We have to go elope right now." Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, you looked like you hadn't slept in days and you were crying a little.

"Hold on, Yn. What's going on?" He questioned reaching his hands out and cupping your face in them, running his thumb along your skin as you shook your head at him. The coat you were wearing slowly opened and your dress dropped to the floor, showing off the gown you had been dying to go and get married in for the last year and a half. 

"We have to get married right now, we've waited too long. I don't want to put it off anymore." You told him as you looked at him, your tone was serious as you stared at him. The moment you saw the look on his face you knew he wasn't sure about this,

"Let's talk this through." He suggested, moving his hands to yours as he began trying to get you over to the sofa but took his hand away and shook your head,

"There's nothing to talk about except whose car we'll take."

"But-"

"I love you! I love you and I want to get married now. Now." You finally snapped at him, raising your voice just a little as he stared at you and then gestured around at his things.

"Yn, we can't just drop everything and run and get married. I have a job to do."

"We can! If you love me, I love you, let's just go. We have to do it now, we're committed. We don't need a huge wedding, we just need me and you and our love for each other. That's enough for me. Let's go!" By now tears were rushing down your face and Yoongi was silent as he stood in front of you. 

"Don't you care about me?" Your voice came out strained as you felt tears fall onto your lips but you ignored them, staring at him in the eyes.

"I do but-"

"Then we're going to be married and everything will be okay. We just need to go right now." You told him as you began dragging him to the door again, his voice coming out a little more stern this time.

"Yn..." He trailed off as he shook his head at you. What was with you today? This morning when he told you he was going to postpone it again, you didn't seem to mind.

"The boys said it would be okay once we get married so let's go. We've waited too long! No more waiting."

"The boys? You spoke to them?"

"I was tired of you blaming them for us waiting. They want us to get married! Jimin even othered to get officiated online and do it for us." You opened the door and Yoongi stood still in his studio, just staring at you.

"Yn!" He yelled out trying to get your attention but you turned to face him, breathing heavily as you finally saw the look on his face. He hadn't even looked at your dress or the fact that you were ready to get married right now.

"I'm done waiting!" You shouted out, staring at him as he said nothing.

"Get in the car, we're going to get married. I'm dressed, I'm ready. Let's just go,"

"I can't." He mumbled quietly making your heart clench inside of your chest

"Why not?" You couldn't wait for the excuse that he would give for this one. The excuses were a mile long by now and you were beginning to think that maybe he just didn't want to marry you in the first place.

"Because I have a busy schedule, I have my job, I have-"

"You always have something! We postponed because you had a concert and I get that one, I accepted that. Then you postponed because the boys dropped individual albums," You began to list of every reason he'd ever given you, almost 14 of them.

"Then again when you said the media wouldn't be ready! I'm ready! I don't care what the media has to say! I want to get married to the love of my life. Aren't you ready?" You strained out as you stared at him, waiting for him to throw away caution and agree to go and elope with you. 

"Of course I am but-"

"There is no but! We're both ready, I don't want the big fancy wedding because I know it won't make you happy. Let's just go and elope, right now?" You questioned as he stared back at you, biting down on his lip as he realised he was going to have to admit he hadn't asked anyone about the wedding.

"I have a manager to ask, I have to ask my boss first. I need permission." The room fell into silence as you processed what he had just said. A frown began to embed itself on top of your head as you stared back at him,

"You haven't asked any of them?" You whispered a little, your heart felt as though it was going to break into a million different pieces.

"Wel...Not exactly." He trailed off,

"We've been planning this wedding for a year and a half...You haven't asked them a single time?" You stared at him, you were unusually calm about this.

"Yn..."

"Seriously?! Where you were ever going to marry me or just keep stringing me along like some marionette." You snapped out harshly, staring down at the gown you were wearing. You suddenly felt so stupid that you had let yourself believe that he would want to marry you.

"It's not like that. I thought we would have more time."

"We sent out save the dates, We agreed to do it together! It wasn't as though I forced you! You could have told me at any point that you didn't want to but you didn't..." The room was silent again and you stared at him, shaking your head a little.

"Tell me you'll marry me. Tell me you'll come with me right now. Or I'll walk away and never come back."

"I can't tell you that," A stab to the chest as he spoke without even thinking about it, it felt as though someone was twisting it as you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

"Then I have to go," You mumbled walking out of his studio and heading down the hallway, he didn't even chase after you. He just watched you walk away before going back to his work as though you meant so little to him.

HOSEOK:

The house was quiet which should have been Hoseok's first clue that something was wrong but he ignored it and continued to walk through the house.

"Baby? Are you home?" He called out to the house, dropping his bag on the floor and frowning. Normally, you would be waiting for him with a story about your day or something but you just weren't here. 

"Shit, You scared me," He huffed out as he walked into the living room to see you sitting by the house phone, your arms folded across your chest as you stared up at him. It didn't take him two seconds to figure out that you were mad at him and he swallowed the lump that was in his throat. He tried to think of anything he might have done to upset you or might not have done that you'd asked him to. But there was nothing springing to mind.

"What's wrong? You okay?" You said nothing as you turned toward the house phone and pushed play on a voicemail, turning your head back to look him in the eyes as the voicemail played.

"Hey, I'm just calling to say I had a great time the other night and we need to do it again. We should go to my place though for some privacy. Please call me when you get this." The voicemail ended and you waited for some kind of explanation for what the voicemail could mean.

"It's not what it sounds like," He mumbled as he stared back at you, but you simply hit play on another message and stared at him. Slowly rising from the chair and heading to the kitchen while he listened,

"Hey...Me again, I just wanted to tell you how great it was to see you again today. I promise next time we meet up I'll buy the food." You poured yourself a glass of wine and Hoseok stood beside you. 

"Yn,"

"If you tell me it's not what it sounds like one more time I'm going to pour this glass of wine right down your shirt." You mumbled as you sipped on the drink, staring out of the window. When you first heard the first message you knew it was probably a misunderstanding and you were probably reading too much into it. Hoseok and his ex were still friends since she was the mother of one of his kids and you were fine with that. You were more than fine with it but then the second message threw you off.

"I don't like her being around you when I'm not here," You admitted, you didn't care if you sounded as though you were being unreasonable. The two of you agreed that he would only see his ex when you were around. Not because you were insecure but because you knew she wanted to be with him again.

"You knew I hated it when you would go and meet her alone and you still did it and didn't tell me about it?" You shook your head as you turned to look at him. His eyes were full of sympathy as he stared at you,

"Yn, she's my ex. The mother of my child, I'm always going to be near her somehow." You knew that already but it still didn't make you feel any easier about this.

"We agreed to do this stuff together," You reminded him,

"You were busy today."

"And all the other times? You didn't even tell me that you went to see her, you don't think I deserve to know?" Your voice cracked a little as you stared at him.

"No." He snapped harshly, almost as if he was trying to hide something from you.

"Why not!? I'm in your child's life just as much as she is! If not more!" You yelled out as he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He should have known you were going to react this way, blowing things way out of proportion. It was why he'd kept it from you in the first place, why he decided that you didn't need to know about all of the meetings they'd been having, 

"This is why we didn't tell you about our meetings."

"So there is more? How many?" You realised you must have sounded like a crazy and overly obsessed girlfriend but you had your reasons to be. The woman was not a good mother, nor was she ever a good girlfriend to Hoseok.

"We have dinner once a month with our daughter, we see each other every other week to discuss school."

"Why couldn't I know about this?" You asked calmly, if it was nothing more than meals and talking about school why did he feel the need to hide it from you.

"Because you always act like this!" He yelled out as you shook your head at him. It was her. She promised you that she was going to get between you and now she was finally pulling through on it,

"Like what!? Protective over my boyfriend?! Because the last time I saw her she told me she wanted to get back to you! That she was still in love with you and didn't care if I, or anybody else, was in the way she was going to get you back if it was the last thing she did," Hoseok scoffed at the idea of it, walking out of the kitchen but you followed behind him,

"I don't believe that."

"No?! Why don't you ask her then! Huh? Why not ask why she suddenly started to see you more and more and is insisting I'm not there when you know I get along perfectly with your daughter and her. I act like an amicable adult around your ex so I don't upset you or your kid,"

"You're acting like a child right now! How am I supposed to know you won't do this in front of her?!" You shook your head at him, it was as if you were talking to a brick wall.

"I'm acting like a woman who is upset her boyfriend is sneaking off to meet with his ex and hiding it!"

"We're meeting about our daughter!"

"In private?! In hotel rooms and fancy restaurants?!" You'd done your research after hearing the voicemails, you'd phoned all of Hoseok's favourite spots. The places he used to take you when you first started dating a year and a half ago. 

"You can't meet and talk to one another over coffee? In a park?" You suggested, staring at him as he stayed silent on the matter. Blinking at you as if he hadn't heard what you said.

"Or how about I start meeting up with my ex? Huh? I start going out to fancy places and doing meals with him while we talk about old times." You suggested, grabbing Hoseok's attention as his eyes snapped to you.

"That's different and you know it!"

"Why? because I don't have a child with him?! Your child isn't with you when you go and meet her in private! Who's your daughter with, again? Oh right! Me. I'm helping her do her homework, and taking her to after school classes or activities! I'm not a fucking nanny I am a part of her life! I care for her more than your ex does," Hoseok didn't need you to explain that part to him. He knew very well that you cared for his daughter more than his ex.

"You don't get it."

"No...You're right I don't. I don't get why my boyfriend would go and meet his ex who cheated on him and made him feel like shit. Would willingly go to her when he knows she's an awful woman."

"Yn." The way he said your name was a warning but you didn't care, you continued to talk,

"I don't understand anything. I don't understand why I'm used as a nanny while you go off with someone else." You told him as you frowned, you couldn't believe he couldn't see this the way you saw it.

"You offered to do this." He mumbled as he stared over at you,

"Because I love you! I love your daughter! Because I know you need someone to show a mothering side to her, someone you're not sacred is gonna walk out on her as your ex did!"

"She won't do it again. She promised this time!"

"Really?! Because a week after giving birth she fucked off to Paris and left you with your daughter for three years. With no help!" He shook his head at you,

"Well, she's different now! You don't know her now." You took in a deep breath and asked what you had been dying to ask since this whole thing started.

"Then why are you still with me if she's so different?" He stared back at you, without even taking a second to think about it he shook his head.

"I don't know." You were sure it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop but you just nodded and turned to look at the clock on the wall.

"Oh. Right. Okay. I'll come back tomorrow for my stuff then." You whispered as you began to head for the door, 

"Yn, wait." You hoped this was him telling you to stay, that he realised his mistake but when you turned to face him he had his hand holding out. 

"I need your key to the house, I should give it to-" You shoved the key into his chest not letting him say her name before you stormed out of the house of the man you once loved.

NAMJOON:

You stared around the apartment you just caught your boyfriend inside of. It was his old apartment that he told you he had sold months ago when you first moved into your first house together. The only reason you knew he was here was that Jimin had dropped him in it accidentally telling you he was at his own apartment.

"Yn..." Namjoon breathed out as he looked up from his book to see you standing at the door of his apartment. You were staring at him now and shaking your head, this was unbelievable. All of his things were still here, minus a few books that he had taken to your house but everything was still there. A wardrobe full of clothes, his bed was made and he had clothes in the washing basket.

"Do you realise how insane this is?" You asked, gesturing around the room as you walked in and shut the door behind you. For someone who "sold" the apartment, it sure looked as though he was cosy in here.

"What?" He questioned, looking around as if he didn't realise how stupid this was for him to do.

"You kept your apartment..." You told him as you looked at the things and back at him,

"So?" It was as if he didn't see what was wrong with this whole situation and you stared at him, narrowing your eyes a little.

"So? What do you mean so?! We live together Namjoon!" You yelled out, angry at him.

"And I can't have my own place?"

"No...The idea of living together is to live together...Not have some offside apartment to go home to." You frowned wondering how long he had been planning to keep this place without telling you. Was he ever going to tell you?

"I wanted my own space." He mumbled, carefully shutting and putting down his book as you blinked at him. His work was his own space.

"You have your own space at work...If you need your own space away from me don't go there." You suggested as he shook his head at this,

"This is different." He got up from the chair and walked to the fridge which was stocked full of food. Was he ever going to fully move in with you?

"How"

"I can sleep here." You frowned not following along with what he was saying. He could sleep at your house and probably nap on the sofa in his studio if he was that bothered about sleeping. Why did he need here?

"What?"

"I can sleep here," He mumbled, leaning back against the counter of his kitchen and you stared at him.

"You can sleep at our home,"

"I cant." Was there something wrong with your house and you didn't know about it? The two of you had picked it out together, you'd decorated it together and had been so excited to move in with one another.

"You did before plenty of times. Namjoon we went to bed together last night." You frowned, he wasn't making any sense. Of course, he could sleep at home,

"No, I didn't. I never slept there..." He admitted as he looked at you. The only reason he hadn't told you was that he was scared to hurt your feelings. He couldn't sleep there, it made him uncomfortable.

"But you fell asleep with me the first night there, you held me..." You trailed off as you tried to remember any time he hadn't been there but he had been. Every night you went to sleep in his arms and every morning you would wake up in the same spot.

"Until you were in deep sleep and then I went home, only to go back before you woke up," You felt your throat dry up as you heard him admit this to you, 

"Our home is your home. T-This isn't your home!" You yelled at him, looking around at everything that was in the room but he said nothing.

"Doesn't this seem insane to you? Living in one spot and telling me you live with me! Don't you want to live with me?!" Your voice cracked as you felt the tears gushing down your cheeks, you didn't want to cry but it hurt knowing he would rather pretend to live with you. 

"Y-Yes but-"

"There should not be a but! You should want to live with me and that's it! Am I horrible to live with? D-Do I not clean enough?!" You snapped at him, 

"Do I bother you when you're reading? I try to stay quiet, do I snore?!" You were firing off questions and Namjoon stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you, shaking his head.

"I-I just find it hard to live in a new place...No adjust."

"T-Then try slowly...We can have sleepovers Namjoon." You told him as you shook your head at him,

"You couldn't have hidden this forever? What's gonna happen when we have kids?" He sighed a little and nodded. He knew you were right and he just needed to get over his fear of new places but it was hard.

"We can do it slowly. One night a week?" He nodded at you and you smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. 

"Tonight?" He questioned, rubbing your back as you nodded at him. Happy to have your boyfriend stay with you...even if you were already supposed to be living together.

JIMIN:

"Jimin?" You laughed watching as your boyfriend came into your office. You couldn't remember the last time he had surprised you by showing up here and you loved that he was doing it. That was until he slammed the office door shut and stared at you with an angry look on his face.

"Where is he?" You frowned, shaking your head as you clearly didn't follow along with what he was talking about. 

"Where is who?"

"The guy you're fucking." The confusion only grew as Jimin began to lean on the chair in front of your desk, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was beginning to clutch the chair in his hand.

"The guy I'm fucking?"

"Yeah," He answered, nodding his head angrily.

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to repeat everything I say?" He questioned as you stared at him. You had no idea what he was talking about. The only guy you worked with was Woo-Min and he was gay, completely and 100% over the top gay and married with a son.

"Only if you don't tell me what you're talking about...Jimin, who are you talking about?" You quizzed as he pushed away from the chair and began to head to the supply closet. The only things he was going to find in there were stationary and printer ink.

"I know you're fucking somebody else. So just tell me where he is" He began to go over to the supply closet in your office and threw it open, sighing when he saw no one there. You should be more annoyed at him than you were but you couldn't help but just feel lost at where he was getting his information.

"Who am I supposed to be fucking? Because thought you were the only guy I fucked." He said nothing as you stared at him, tapping your fingers on the desk as you waited for some kind of response from him. But when you didn't get one you stood up and smirked a little,

"Or is this some kind of roleplay? Are you going to bend me over the desk?" You cooed, looking at the desk and back to Jimin who was still just as angry as before. It clearly wasn't a roleplay.

"Don't play stupid. I know."

"You know what?! Because I think I'm missing a key part of this conversation!" You snapped at him, you'd had enough of him being vague about this and you wanted real answers.

"I know you're sleeping with him." He pulled out his phone and hit play on a video, it was a video of your phone and Jimin hit play on one of your voicemails.

"Hiya, It's Woo-Min, I'm calling to say the hotel room is ready and you're going to love it. I made sure to get the wine you love, the flower petals are scattered and you're not going to be sleeping a wink. See ya." You blinked at Jimin and said nothing. He'd ruined the surprise you had planned for him and taken it as you were planning to fuck someone else.

"So? Who is Woo-Min? Why are you getting a hotel room with him if you're not fucking...You're not going to be sleeping a wink?" He demanded answers and you sighed, leaning back on the desk and sitting on it.

"First, I'm not. Second, why are you going through my voicemails?" You asked angrily, it was an invasion of privacy. The two of you were supposed to love and trust one another unconditionally.

"It's not important. You're clearly fucking him and planning to meet in some romantic place." He mumbled as he headed toward the door of your office again,

"Jimin." You called out, wanting him to stop.

"You're fucking someone else!" He shouted,

"PARK JIMIN!!" You yelled suddenly gaining the attention of people outside of your office. You drew the blinds shut and shook your head, leaning back on the deks.

"I know you are, you can at least be the bigger person and stop lying." You rubbed your temples as you sat behind your desk,

"Park jimin so help me god if you don't let me explain-"

"Explain how cheating works? I know how it works, you're cheating on me." You stared at him and then shook your head at hi,=m.

"Jimin! How could you even think that?! After the years we've been together you think I would throw that away on some random guy?!" He said nothing as you began to look at your computer screen, he'd already heard about the plans and now it was time for you to show him what Woo-Min was talking about.

"Do you think that little of me? do you not trust me?!" You snapped as he stared straight ahead at the window looking out on the city, not even bothering to look at you which pissed you off more.

"All the girls you're surrounded with and I don't accuse you of this."

"I'm not the type."

"And I am?!" Your voice cracked and he looked at you, shaking his head over and over again. He trusted you, he trusted you more than anyone else in the world but it was hard when he looked as though you were cheating on him,

"No...N-No, but..."

"But what?! Huh? You think I'm going to fuck someone the second you're out of town?" You began typing on your computer and turning the screen to face him. 

"Thats the hotel and the day it's booked for." The realisation hit Jimin and he bit down on his lip. The date was your anniversary and the hotel was somewhere he wanted to go for months but never managed to get the time off.

"Oh." He whispered as he sank down into the chair and looked at you, you stared back at him with a weak smile.

"Yeah. Oh."

"I'm sorry...I-I don't know why I would believe you would do something like that Yn, I love you and I know you love me..." You got up and walked over to the chair beside him, taking a seat as you laid your head on his shoulder.

"I love you more than anything else in the world. I would never do that to you...Please don't go through my voicemails again. You might spoil the next present I have planned," You pouted at him and he held his hand over his heart and promised never to snoop again.

TAEHYUNG:

You were running late, as always, but the important thing was you were at the meal in time before anyone started eating. Taehyung and the boys had invited you and all of their girlfriends out to dinner for the night. You promised Taehyung you would try and make it on time. You'd even taken your clothes to change into at work and did your make up on the ride over but you were still late. Only by ten minutes but to Tae those ten minutes were everything.

"You're late."

"I was busy with work Taehyung, I'm sorry, I had to finish the branch I was auditing." You explained as you brushed down the sides of your dress and looked at yourself in the car's reflection. You didn't look like you were about to walk the red carpet but you looked good enough for a friendly meal.

"You're always busy. Why don't you just quit." Taehyung grumbled, without processing the words first. The two of you had this fight a lot over the years and you thought that you had finally reached a place where he was no longer going to ask you to quit anymore. 

"Because I need my job." You suggested, shrugging your shoulders as you tried to downplay how angry you were that he was bringing this up once again.

"I can provide for us both, you don't need to work." The same sentence he would tell you from before and you were tired of hearing about it. It was always the same. He didn't want you to work because he wanted to see you all of the time, you used to love that about him but now it wasn't the best thing to hear. You both need space and you both need something to do during the day. He didn't hear you asking him to quit.

"I would be bored out of my mind if I didn't and besides, I love my job its fun," You smiled even though you were angry, you were in the street and didn't know how many people were going to be able to hear you right now.

"Jimin's girlfriend doesn't work." He told you as you looked through the restaurant window to see all of them gathered together. None of the girls worked, they all stayed at home waiting for their boyfriends to come home. That might have been their lifestyle choice but it wasn't yours.

"So?"

"So why should you?" He looked at you and frowned, he clearly didn't understand why it was so important for you.

"because I like working, I like my job. Damn. Can we go and eat? I'm hungry, I skipped lunch because you told me to." You said as you began to walk toward the door but Taehyung didn't follow you, he just stared over at you.

"I don't get why you need to work, you're always late to things because of it." You weren't going to explain that the boys could easily move their dinner a little later and you would be on time. You worked 9-5 all week, it wasn't as if you could just leave early whenever you wanted to.

"Taehyung, please just relax. I'm here, aren't I? Let's go and eat?"

"With an attitude. The other girls didn't come late and with an attitude."

"Then why aren't you dating the other girls?!" You snapped harshly at him, finally having enough of being compared to the others. If he was so happy with the way that they were he should have been dating them or someone like them.

"What?" He laughed weakly, 

"If they're so good why aren't you dating them and not me? Why not find someone who wants to mooch off you and your money?" You no longer cared that you were raising your voice, you stared back at Taehyung waiting for some kind of answer from him.

"Yn, don't be stupid, I was just saying how they didn't get an attitude when they showed up. They're on time."

"They don't work." You reminded him. They could show up hours earlier than they were supposed to, and have hours to get ready.

"You shouldn't either, I can provide more for us than you ever could and you know it. I make more money than you." That was the one sentence he said whenever he brought up jobs. That he made more money than you. It always made you feel so little compared to him. That your job didn't matter because you weren't making thousands or more a week.

"Say that again." Your voice came out shaky as you stared at him.

"I make more money than you."

"That right there. That's why I've been waiting for you!" You yelled, digging around in your handbag for your car keys. There was no way you were going to sit at the table and listen to this all night.

"Yn, please don't make a scene," He begged, reaching his hand out to stop you from searching.

"Make a scene?! I'm not, I'm going home. I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted. Or will have people tell me that they make more money than me," You dealt with it from the girls whenever you went to dinner alone. They would bring up the fact that they had "so much free time" and had lots of money to spend. Meanwhile looking down on you because you didn't have the same. You could deal with them looking down on you for the money you earnt but not Taehyung.

"You're blowing this out of proportion. You knew I didn't mean anything hurtful by it." He shook his head as you unlocked your car and opened the driver's side door.

"You just told me you earn more than me. Do you realise how shitty that makes me feel?! How small I feel now you've said it?!" You yelled out as you threw your bag onto the passenger seat.

"I'm trying to prove that you don't need a stupid office job. It's dumb!"

"I need it if I want to stay happy. If I don't want to spend every single second at home waiting for you to come home and wondering what I'm supposed to do with myself!"

"How can something like that make you happy?! It's a pathetic job for pathetic people." You stated at him and licked your lips as you shook your head at him, now you were getting to the real part of the problem. The part where he thought you were pathetic or that every job besides his own was below him, 

"My job isn't pathetic. It's what normal people do, it's what we have to do because not all of us can become rich and famous music stars!" You got into the car but he didn't let you shut the door.

"I'm just saying let me provide for you."

"I said no. I want to provide my own money, make my own money and buy things for myself." He rolled his eyes at you,

"Why?"

"Because that's who I am! We've been together for four years! You knew I was never going to quit my job." This time he let you shut the door and said nothing before you drove away. 

[X]

"Hey, did I mention how sorry I am?" Taehyung asked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. It was the weekend after the big argument and you'd been listening to him tell you how sorry he was since the night of the fight. 

"You did." You whispered, turning over the pancakes in the frying pan and glancing at him in the reflection behind the cooker, 

"You forgive me?" You'd forgiven him the night of the argument after making him grovel for a little while, you knew you were both tired and stressed. He said things he didn't mean and would now spend forever apologising for them.

"I did and do." You told him as he pressed a kiss against your shoulder softly. 

"I'll come to your office party, you can show me everything you love about your job." He whispered as you smiled a little, you were glad he was at least trying to make an effort to understand your job now.

JUNGKOOK:

You knew this was going to be a mistake from the moment you arrived. Jungkook was here with you at your surprise birthday party and so was your ex-husband. Neither of them got along with one another and it was known to everyone around you that they hated each other. Jungkook hated Gordan because he left you behind and cheated on you and Gordan hated Jungkook because he had you now. 

"Why is Yn drinking? She isn't supposed to drink!" Gordan yelled out as you stood inside of the bathroom. The only reason you'd picked up a drink in the first place was to try and give yourself a confidence boost from the fact that your ex was here with your current boyfriend. The same boyfriend who had vowed to kill Gordan the next time he saw him because he'd made a pass at you at a wedding a few weeks ago.

"It's none of your business what Yn is doing and what she's drinking. She's my girlfriend and if she wants to drink, she's allowed to drink." Jungkook spoke out as he stood by the door, he was all ready to go in with you but had been stopped by Gordan who was "concerned" about the fact that you drank. "Concerned" wasn't the right word because everyone knew Gordan was a control freak who hated when you did something he didn't like. It was one of the many reasons the two of you had broken up in the first place.

"It is my business, she's my ex! So it means it's my business." Jungkook shook his head at how outrageous he was being. Attention was beginning to draw over to the door and you wanted nothing more than to go out there and go home. Without them both. They knew that you hated unwanted attention, it was one of the reasons you didn't want this part in the first place.

"Yn is mine! We're meant to be together!" Gordan boomed out as you got up from the floor, straightening out your outfit as you prepared yourself to go out there and sort the two of them out. They were both acting like immature teenagers.

"Where have you been then?! Huh?! Where were you when Yn got sick and had to take a week off work and couldn't look after herself?! Where were you when she had to start looking for a new job? Where were you when she passed out and cracked her head open?" Your heart swelled as you thought about Jungkook being so protective over you, Jungkook had been there for all of the moments he mentioned. Jungkook was always there for you.

"It doesn't matter where I was, I'm here now. She's not allowed to drink-"

"She's an adult, she can make her own decisions!" Jungkook cut him off and you came out of the bathroom staring at both of them as you shook your head. People were staring over at you all and the music was turned down so they could hear what was being said. You were almost sure it was going to be online for all to see and that was the last thing Jungkook needed right now. 

"Yn, tell this dumbass that you're not allowed to drink." Gordan cooed, putting on a fake sympathetic voice as he touched your cheek but you were quick to slap his hand away from you. 

"Don't touch me. Get out of my sight. I told you the last time I saw you I never wanted to see you again, do not make me call the police." You warned him as he backed out of the hall and headed out of the venue, your heart racing against your chest as you shook your head at Jungkook,

"Thanks for getting rid of him, he's such an asshole." Jungkook grumbled as he watched Gordan running away,

"And you! Why are you yelling at him?!" You snapped at Jungkook this time,

"You're defending him?!"

"No! I'm trying not to gain attention at this dumb party!" You gestured over to those who were watching and recording on their phones. It wouldn't be the first time an argument between you and Jungkook was sold to the media. 

"Doesn't seem that way, seems to me you're just trying to defend him and protect him," You stared at Jungkookand shook your head, you couldn't believe he would believe that. Jungkook knew very well you hated Gordan more than anyone else on the planet.

"I wouldn't do that, I hate him." You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"Doesn't seem that way."

"Jungkook...Please, I'm tired and I don't want to fight about it." You pinched the top of your nose, rubbing your eyes a litttle. All you wanted to do was go home, you wanted to sleep and forget that this day had ever even happened. This wasn't what you had planned to do for your birthday. Not even close. If you had it your way, you'd be in bed with your boyfriend.

"Because you'd rather defend him"

"I'm not! I'm trying to stop people from ruining my birthday! From fighting on my birthday and deciding that now would be the good time to pick a fight with me!" You snapped back at him angrily, tears running down your cheeks.

"Yn"

"Don't say my name like that, like you don't realise what you're doing when you do! I'm not defending him! I'm trying to keep you from going to jail!" You yelled out before kicking off your heels and picking them up, it was going to be easier to rush away from him without shoes on.

"You're just still in love with him," You blinked at him, you didn't even want to entertain that with an argument.

"I can't stand him! I don't want him in my life! I'm done with him!" You began to walk away and he called out your name but you kept walking, ignoring him as he tried to follow after you. 

[X]

When Jungkook finally managed to get away home he found you curled up in bed wearing one of his shirts and whimpering to yourself a little. 

"I'm sorry, I know you hate him." He whispered as he crawled in behind you, dragging you to lay your back against his chest. 

"I can't stand him. W-Why would you ever think I would defend him?" He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and shook his head,

"I just...I see him and all I see is red. It's stupid,"

"It is. You know I love you right? That I would never go back to him no matter what..." He nods his head as he presses another kiss against your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I ruined the party."

"You didn't. You saved me from it, at least I didn't have to stay there," You smiled a little, parties were never really your favourite thing in the world and you were thankful to be out of there and home with your boyfriend. Where you had wanted to be in the first place.

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[rindousberry]

❝𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐫❞

✿featuring: mechanic!shinchiro x f!bimbo!reader.

✿synopsis: you and your mechanic finally get it on in his garage.

✿tw: cursing, shinchiro’s a meanie, fingering, car sex (sort of?), pet names, slight nipple play, slight praise and a creampie. 

✿wc: 870

✿a/n: this piece was written for @getoswhore​’s porno 2k collab!!! thank you so much for letting me take part in it, i hope i did it justice! :’) the title is supposed to be a dirty car pun idk i’m dumb???? lower caps are intended btw and i also use a lot of this symbol (;) lmao???

shinchiro’s favorite time of the day was when you stopped by his shop; with your expensive, daddy bought car and long, bright pink acrylics that never forget to trace his biceps suggestively. he had no idea how’d you get accepted into university, being the complete airhead that you were but he had the suspicion it had something to do with your filthy rich parents. 

a literal dream come true, your tits always sat so nicely in your almost non-existent tops and whenever you bent down to watch him do his work, he got the best view. it was no secret you were there to simply ogle the man, obviously, there was no way in hell that your car had gone through that many problems as often as you came over, unless you were dumb enough to cause them yourself - which shinchiro couldn’t completely dismiss; he never missed the way your eyes followed him around as he looked for the right tools to solve your imaginary vehicle mishaps. admittedly, shinchiro wasn’t less guilty; he couldn’t count the times he’d just want to grab your smaller frame and throw it over the hood so he could take you right then and there; nor the amount of times he’d come back after a long day of work and jerk off to your sweet image in the shower. 

“hey shin, what does this do?”

he didn’t realize he was staring until you turned around and your mesmerizing ass disappeared from his view. you were holding a wrench in one hand and your phone in the other, probably about to take a selfie for your large social following. god, you didn’t even know what a wrench was. he might as well finally have some fun with you today, no other costumers scheduled to come in for the next couple of hours. you turned back around with a pout, your question unanswered and put the wrench back to its place on the table. shinchiro took this opportunity and drew closer until he was right behind you. you were wearing that short jean skirt that he liked, giving him easier access. 

“shin...”

his fingers trailed up your plump thighs and you instinctively leaned into his touch, having been craving and vying for his attention for so long.

“i bet there isn’t a single thought in that little brain right now but the thought of my dick huh?”

he mused, sliding his fingers over to your panties, feeling them already wet with your slick. “didn’t take long for you to get soaked, mm?”

he pushed the soft material aside and you pushed yourself onto his crotch; feeling how hard he was, you let out a whine. he began leaving butterfly kisses on your neck while his fingers made up a steady pace, the squelching noises your pussy was making driving him absolutely crazy. 

“what if someone came in right now?” he suddenly whispered in your ear, biting down on your earlobe.                                                              “see this mess you’re making? how much of a needy slut you are, getting this dumb just from two of my fingers?”

the way he spoke to you made your insides tighten around said fingers, making him chuckle.

“y-you’re so mean shin...” you tried speaking back, gripping the table, about to reach your climax when you felt his digits leaving your still aching hole.               

“i don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself, you impatient brat.” he thrusted into you abruptly and you were seeing stars. he reached out and lifted your top, playing with your pierced nipple, the silver chain around his neck dangling wildly, catching the fluorescent light from above.                                    

“mean huh? you’re about to see how mean i can get. lie down on the fucking car.”

he ordered, his deep voice compelling you to oblige, wobbly legs barely carrying you to the front of your car. you got on and he said, “spread ‘em.”

shaking and clenching over nothing, you spread your legs submissively as he got in between with his dick out, tip red and leaking with precum. he rubbed himself on your entrance, covering it with your slick. he was taking his time on purpose; with a trembling hand you reached down, grazing your clit, searching for relief. he slapped it away immediately.  

“you’re so fucking  - tight for me...god.” his grunts were like music to your ears, all you wanted was to please him, make him feel good and know it was all thanks to you, getting drunk off of his thick cock as it hit all your right spots. 

“go ahead and tell me how good it feels, princess.” your eyes were rolling so far back you swore you could see your skull as his cock reached your cervix, kissing it with every thrust. 

“s-so good! m’ feeling so g-good!” you yelled out, holding onto his bicep, nails digging into his flesh. his thrusts were getting sloppier, getting closer to his release and your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, locking him in place with the primal need of having his seed filling up your insides. 

“didn’t even have to ask you where you want it huh? fucking take it then.” with one last grunt, he buried himself deep inside you, his cum filling you to the brim.

he pulled out and watched it dripping out and down onto the shiny hood of your car with a proud grin.

“looks like daddy’s expensive car will be needing an extra polish. i ain’t done with you just yet, princess.”

[fredelicious24]

"Depends, I guess," he shrugged, picking at another piece of sushi but not bothering to actually pluck it from the dish; he should probably slow down, or at least drink some water to combat the wasabi lingering in the back of his throat. His eyes lifted to her face as he asked — "Are you going to the masquerade ball with me?" She could say no. Fred knew he was sort of just... springing it on her out of nowhere, casually, but he didn't want to pressure her. It really wasn't a big deal. He knew the town was having a matchmaking thing, and she was free to sign up. Or maybe she had already planned to go with someone else. He wouldn't be offended. He just knew he'd have a better time if they showed up together, and there was no one else he really cared to mingle with there unless his friends planned on going. He should ask Hiro if he signed up. Might do the kid good to broaden his social circle. He was supposed to be looking out for him after all. Dropping the chopsticks to grab his water bottle, he unscrewed the cap and took a swig. "Throw me to the wolves, I'll make a house pet out of them."

He pretended to mull over her question, humming as he 'thought' it over. "Now that you mention it... collectors aside," he joked, shaking his head, dirty blond locks falling in front of his face, water bottle discarded beside of him so he could go back to poking at his sushi. "Those kangaroos wouldn't stand a chance, and who needs bug spray when you have Frederick Frederickson the fourth on your side? We're the dream team, if you ask me."

❛ if that's what they consider a delicacy in the city of love, count me out, ❜ mertle scrunched up her nose, a shiver racing up her spine. the visual of even smelling a frog leg made her stomach turn, but she quelled it by eating another piece of the true delicacy that was grocery store sushi. she scoffed at the comment about her pallet, eyes playfully rolling as she leaned her weight enough to the side to knock her bicep into his. ❛ if i don't have a refined pallet, what does that say about you ?? ❜ mertle teased, grinning at him. mertle had taste, she liked to think so, especially in guys. okay, maybe that wasn't always true but fred was fool-fledged proof she didn't get it wrong ALL the time. oh my god, what was she saying ?? fred makes one comment while they're making out and now mertle is practically in delusion-land, being all sappy and gross and playful. what was she turning into ?? her overthinking didn't stop the laugh that came from her, the visual of fred trying to get up on a surfboard making her cheeks ache from the pressure of her smile on them; ❛ i'll teach you the basics... or maybe i won't and i'll just throw you to the wolves. ❜

as he talked about his parents and their travels, mertle nodded, listening intently and wondering why it was he never went with them... but not finding it her place to ask. talking about parents was not something mertle wanted to do, not unless they wanted to soil the mood. mertle would just get all angry and worked up and probably throw a tantrum, the little girl in her always refusing to accept she didn't have the perfect little nuclear family she had always wanted. poking around her food once more, she just nodded her head, taking what he said at surface-level for notably selfish reasons. one day they'd talk about their families, maybe, hopefully not anytime soon. fred would run for the hills, she was sure, already shocked he hadn't already. when he swore on his comic book collection, mertle looked up, jaw going slightly slack; ❛ no way, the entire thing ?? even the collectors editions ?? ❜ mertle inquired, leaning a big closer, her smile returning full-force. laughter bubbled from her once more, thankful for the change in subject. ❛ if we run into any kangaroos, i'll take care of them. the bugs are all you, though. ❜

[botnasty]

The First and only Rule

Nick Fowler X F!Reader

Summary: Friends with benefits only have one rule: Don’t fall in love.

Words: 1,4 words (This was longer than intended

Warnings: ANGST (wasn’t supposed to, but it took that turn), heartbreak, fluff, mention of sex (oral on female, PIV), pet name (berry).

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There will also be a part two of this.

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You woke up, feeling cold. It was like your body knew something was missing. You touched Nick’s place on the bed. Looking for his warmth, for his presence, but frown when you feel his place empty, but still warm.

You waited a few seconds, thinking he was in the bathroom, but when you didn’t hear a sound, you decided to seek him out. It was still very much night time. The moon was still up in the sky,  the stars still very much visible.

You got up from the bed, dragging the duvet with you to cover your nude body. A shiver ran through your body as you tried your best to walk. You could barely feel your legs and the soreness between your legs, the burning you felt on your thighs, didn’t help your case.

“You taste like strawberry, baby. I could stay in between those legs all day every day. Eating that pussy every meal.”

You clench your thighs remembering the dirty word he had said. Words that contradict everything he did. He had been the sweetest lover you ever had. Your heart soared for him. For his touch once again. 

He had first eaten you out, made love with your clit with his tongue as his fingers touched the deepest part of you. He had made you cum two times before finally getting rid of his own clothes.

Everything had been slow, unrushed, like time didn’t exist anymore and you were the only thing that mattered to him. It felt amazing when he had finally trusted the inside core. Gently, slowly, sliding in and out of your wetness. Taking the time to get to know your body, all your sweet spots. 

Last night, he hadn’t fuck you like many times before, he had made love to you.

It had confused you, made you question what was the nature of your relationship. It made your feelings go up and down like a rollercoaster. Your heart was telling you he loved you, just like you did, but your mind kept on repeating that you were delusional, that he just wanted to go slow because he wanted to, not because of some ulterior motive.

When you had both started this arrangement, it was just to relieve stress after missions. You both tried to train it out, but it never worked so you both decided to be good ol’ friends with benefits.

You both only had one rule. Maybe the most cliche rule for when people start that sort of relationship, but a very important one nonetheless: No falling in love. If it happened, you were both to stop immediately. 

You broke that rule two months after the first night. At first, you didn’t know what it was you were feeling. You didn’t know why you always craved to be beside him, to look at him, to touch him. 

Those feelings, you finally figured them out, one night, during an undercover mission. You were both undercover, at a gala, trying to find some information about a mafia. You both had mingled with the people. You went to the bar, listening to conversation, while Nick was chatting with a beautiful woman. 

She was laughing at whatever he was saying, her hand reaching for his biceps. You felt a pang of jealousy inside of you, growing at each second you watched them. That was when you realized you love him. You loved your partner. You loved Nick.

“Nick?” You whispered in the darkness, your eyes looking for his figure. A breeze went past the cover, making you shiver and your teeth clashing together.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, berry. Especially since it’s so cold outside.” You turned toward his deep voice. He was sitting by the window of the living room, his eyes trailing the snow slowly falling outside. You couldn’t see his somber expression in the moonlight. Your heart clenched, thinking of the worst.

“I know, but why aren’t you there too?” You took a step towards him, adjusting the cover around so you wouldn’t step on it and trip.

Nick sighed, still not looking at you, and rubbed his forehead. “Can’t sleep.” Was all he said. Your heart was running like a wild horse. It was so loud you could hear it in your ears. Your heart was telling you to ask, ask him what is wrong. Your mind, him, was warning you for the worst, telling you to build walls or you will get hurt. 

“Come back to be. I’m sure I could help you get back to sleep.” You tried to say seductively, but winced when you failed.

That’s when Nick looked up to you and you could see it. The trail of tears on his cheeks. “I can’t berry. I can’t do this anymore.” Your heart shattered. You cursed yourself to not listen to your mind. 

You plastered a confused expression, trying to hide all the pain, not willing to show him how affected you are by his decision. “But-But why? I thought we were good. Am I not good? Is it because I didn’t want to do butt stuff? We can if you want!” You rambled on to him as Nick shook his head.

“It’s not that, berry…”

It was your turn to cry, fat tears rolling down making your vision blur. “Did-Did you find someone? If so, why fuck me last night! That’s just messed up!”

Nick got up from the window and walked closer to you. “It’s not that! I would never do something like that!” He screamed.

“Then what is it? I deserve to know why you suddenly want that do end after fucking me! If you have an ounce of respect for me, then you will tell me!”

“Because I love you!” Your eyes widen. He was right in front of you, you could feel his breath on your skin. “I love you, berry and I know it was our first rule, but I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did.”

You were in shock. Your mouth kept on opening and closing, but with no sound.

��I love you and that’s why I gotta let you go…”

“I love you too.” It was Nick’s turn to be choked. As you said those words, you felt a big bagage on your shoulder finally leaving. Your secret was now out in the open and he was reciprocating your feelings. You don’t know when was the last time you felt that much joy.

You smiled when he cupped your face in his big hands. He looked back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “I love you Nick.” You slowly repeated and he pressed his lips on yours. 

It was slow, just like last night. “Mine.” He said in the kiss. “Finally mine.”

You nod. “I’m yours, Nick.”

He got rid of your tears and leaned, putting his forehead on yours, connecting the both of you. You looked into his eyes and your eyes fluttered at all the love you could see. You just hoped your eyes could do it to him too. The only thing you couldn’t understand was the speck of sadness you could see in them. You were both finally together, so why be sad?

Nick took a deep breath and kissed your forehead. “Let’s go to bed, yeah, my berry.” You nod and let him lead you back into the bedroom. You both slowly layed down on the bed and you covered him with the cover you brought with him. You tangled your legs with his and placed a hand on his jaw, your thumb caressing his rough cheeks. 

You both looked at each other. You were fighting for your eyes to stay open because you were scared this was all just a dream. “I hope this isn’t a dream.” You couldn’t help but say as your eyes closed.

You were about to go into deep slumber when Nick kissed your temple. “I’m sorry.” He whispered and you went to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up with a smile on your face. You turned around to look at Nick’s side of the bed to find it empty. This time, when you touch it, it’s cold. You try to calm your heart by saying he was probably on a run or cooking breakfast.

You were about to get up from the bed only to find a small piece of paper on your bed stool. You unfold it and sobbed at what was written

A big “I’m sorry”.

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[world-of-aus]

Tales of Submission - On Edge

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Edge Play, Submissive Dom undertones, Pet names.

A/n: It’s finally here y’all this one was long over due! I’ve seemed to have gotten a hold on the reigns of my life once more lets see how long it’ll last! With that being said i am fairly new to a work such as the one i am creating so i apologize if some of what i have written is not the best, i hope as i go along and do more research on this that it will get better. Since we’re dipping our toes, thought we could start off easy then really get into it the further we get. 

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Happy Readings Buns.

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He flipped the black card in his fingers, eyes occasionally catching your name as he twisted it front and back.

“So James, why are you here?”

His brow flicked up at your question, “does everyone need to have a reason to be here with you?”

A smirk pulled at the corner of your mouth, tongue peeking out to lick over your lower lip, “I suppose not, but surely there must be a reason you came even though you and I both know you weren’t going too, so I'll ask you again, why are you here?”

His jaw ticked at your words, he’d have to have a word with Rogers and Wilson, “what if the only reason I'm here is because you’ve been causing a ruckus on my streets, and it’s time I've settled the problem?”

That draws a laugh from you, your legs uncrossing as you adjust yourself on the couch, “The only ruckus I could possibly be causing on your streets is that at the end of the night I’m the one making back that dirty money that you all barter for on the dock.” You're laughing again then, further deepening the frown on Bucky’s lips, “listen there’s no need to act in front of me James, when that door closes behind us you’re no longer the king of Brooklyn you’re just James Buchanan Barnes.”

“How did you- ”

Your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth, “I told you James, I know everyone that enters my home, that includes knowing everything about the person, even the king of Brooklyn.”

“What kind of game are you playing here exactly?”

He watches you lean forward in the seat arms crossing over your knees, “no games James, unless that is if you’d like to play one with me then that’s what we’ll do.”

Bucky’s jaw ticks, “and how do you know if I'm willing to play this game?”

A smirk kisses the corner of your mouth, “you’re here aren’t you,” you answer, “you could have very well left my card in the trash, could have very well kept yourself from picking up the phone and dialing my number, but something inside of you had your hand reaching for that discarded card, had you dialing my number,” you adjust yourself further, “something brought you here to me tonight.”

Bucky hadn’t had an answer for why he plucked the card from the trash bin, why he had dialed your number into his burner, and why he had set the appointment with you that night.

“You might not know your reasoning, but I do, and it’s okay to want things you think you can’t have, nobody has to know, and nobody will know – once that door closes behind us it’s just you and me.”

“And what if I don’t want anything from this, I have everything I could ever want,” he finds himself answering.

He watches you shrug your shoulder, “well then I guess there’s nothing I can offer you, James,” you answer as you lean over slightly pulling open a draw, drawing a paper from the stand before pushing it closed. You push off the couch taking two steps before you’re leaning forward slightly letting him take the paper in his own hands before you’re backing off.

“I don’t blame the hesitation, nor do I judge the front you put up, but should you change your mind, you have my number.”

He finds himself glancing down at the paper in his hands, “what’s this?”

Your back in your previous seat across from him, “A list of services I offer my clientele, it’s a simple yes or no system that determines what you would be okay with and what you wouldn’t, if there’s something you’re not sure whether you would enjoy or not feel free to put a question mark by it?”

His eyes slide down the page before they’re meeting yours again, “take it with you James, and if you’re so sure after this meeting you won’t be using my services then feel free to chuck it on the way out, there will be no hard feelings should you choose not to return.

Bucky hadn’t planned on going back, he had had every intention of chucking that paper at the trash bin by the elevators when you finally walked him out of your home. Something kept him from doing it though, it’s why he found himself at this late hour of night in his office flicking your card front and back his burner sat neatly on his desk waiting for him to pick it up and dial your number.

The card flipped in his hold one more time this time stopping on the front of your card, your name and number staring back at him, taunting him in a way that had his jaw clenching, body leaning forward as he reached for the burner.

The screen came to life as he punched in the code, your number popping up as the previous screen appeared before him. This time there was no hesitation as he pressed down on the green call button the device meeting his ear.

Two rings in and your voice was meeting his ear, “James, so good to hear from you, was wondering when you were going to get around to calling when I didn’t find the paper thrown in the trash.”

“I don’t,” he tries but the words ultimately fail him.

Your soft laughter meets his ear, “don’t fear the uncertainty James, a lot of my clients are like you, you know, it’s okay to be unsure of what it is you like, what it is you really desire.”

He remains quite as he lets your words sink in; did he desire more than what he already had?

“Listen,” you begin, “I'm usually wrapped up by this time of night, but for you I'd be willing to open up a late slot, if you’re interested be here by 11:30, if not well then have a great night James.”

He doesn’t get a chance to get a word in before the line is cutting off with a single click. The decision now laying in his side of the court.

There’s a minute left, and he’s been standing here for the better of five just simply staring at the golden numbers before him. The minute he stepped off the elevator the thought of what he was doing here blindsided him.

He wasn’t sure why he was here, why he couldn’t seem to leave the thought of what you offered alone.

He stood there another minute maybe two before a lock was clicking on the other end, the door being swung open shortly after. You stood there before him, hand holding your form up against the door way.

Your brow was raised as you looked him over, “would say you’re late but I won’t hold cold feet against you,” you move to the side, “would you like to come in, or do you need another minute to compose yourself outside of my door?”

Bucky can’t stand the sight of the smirk that kisses the corner of your mouth, a scowl of his own taking over his lips.

His scowl deepens when you begin to laugh, a shake to your head as you push away from the door turning on your heel, “mobsters,” he hears you murmur under your breath, “say close the door behind you will ya, don’t need to give my neighbors another reason to stare me down when I pass them in the hall.”

Bucky wants to say he’s not coming in, but then why else would he be here outside your door if he wasn’t planning on coming in, why else would he have called?

He rolls his shoulders, turning his neck slightly left then right before he’s taking his first step past the threshold of your home. He takes another, then another till he’s at the back of the very couch he was sat at, at your first meeting.

He watches you from where he stands, your body moving effortlessly around the kitchen as you grab two glasses. You pour a drink into each glass before you’re turning on your heel making your way back over to him.

You place his glass on the table eyes meeting his, “might help ease your nerves, sit.”

Bucky does as he’s asked this time, no scowl, no remark falling from his lips as he rounds the couch making himself comfortable. He raises a brow at the grin kissing your lips, he holds back the ‘what’ that sits on his tongue.

“The door’s closed now you know, it’s just me and you as promised, you can drop the façade,” you throw in, “told you it's not necessary when you’re here.”

“Can never be too sure,” he throws back reaching for his drink.

You laugh lightly, “You know Steve mentioned to me you’d be a hard one to crack, thought he was joking.”

His jaw tenses at that, “what else did that punk tell you?”

Your brow slides up, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth before it softens, “that you needed this more than you would realize.”

He lets out a scoff bringing the glass up to his lips, “punk doesn’t know what I need, what I need is for him to do his job, the job he should have done months ago.”

Your head tilts to the side, “but isn't he doing his job,” you question, “he’s your right hand is he not, he’s doing exactly what you’ve asked him, he’s looking out for his boss - he’s making sure your taken care of, he’s making sure you’re not working yourself to death, though I'm not sure how good of a job he’s doing there.”

“Let me ask you something, you’ve ever run a city before,” he questions, “you ever have to overlook the city of New York and make sure the scum of the earth don’t try and fuck up the flow you got going to keep your people right? Bucky knows what your answer will be so he continues, “day in and day out I make sure my people are safe, that my men are doing their job, the job I've asked of them to make sure my streets are safe, to make sure that not only my people but my men, the men I send out there are safe – that they are taken care of.”

“But who takes care of you James,” you question back, “who makes sure the man taking care of his people of his men is taken care of - who looks out for you?”

Your question stuns Bucky; no one really looked out for him except for maybe Steve and Sam and even then he gave the two trouble for even trying always telling them to stop worrying about him and worry about what was happening in front of them.

“Steve and Sam care about you James they’re worried for you,” you continue, “they want you to be taken care of and looked out for the way you care and look out for them day in and day out, it’s the reason I gave Steve my card, the reason I offered my services.”

Bucky chuckles throwing back the rest of his drink a hiss leaving his lips he looks at the empty glass before he meets your eyes, “and what can you offer me that I can’t find on a night out with the boys? Girls fall at my feet y/n, I’m sure I can find one that’s willing to give me what you’re offering.”

He watches you take another sip of your drink, tongue peeking out to run along your lower lip. You settle the glass down on the table, “I have no doubt that you can pick up any girl on a night out on the town and yes they’ll offer you a warm hole and a minute of sweet release but will they let you be you?”

Bucky’s brows furrow, at your question he hadn’t been expecting that. He watches you shift forward in your seat, “those women that you’ll pick up for the night will be expecting James Barnes king of Brooklyn, they’ll be expecting to be fucked, hoping to god you’ll make them feel you the next day, they’ll want the power you ooze to show through in the one night.”

“What’s wrong with that,” Bucky liked that.

Your lips purse brows furrowing as you look for the words, “they won’t care about your needs,” comes your answer, “they won’t care about your wants - as selfish as some men may be in taking from women what they want some women can play the same game when it comes to a men of power, of money, but they do it better.”

“What if I want the same thing they do, what if I want to give them exactly what they want and more?”

You lean forward bracing your hands on the soft cushion of your couch as you push yourself up. You move around the coffee table till your a foot in front of him, you glance down at him, “but what if you don’t James, may I,” you question to the open space next to him.

He finds himself moving over for you despite the already large room of space available to you. Your knees are pressed to his legs, your form turned towards his, “you’re a very giving man, aren’t you?”

Bucky can’t quite describe the feeling that over comes him at the timbre of your voice, it awakens something in him that not even a one night can. His eyes lock with yours, “have to be,” he answers, “m’the king of Brooklyn got to make sure mine are taken care of.”

“And who takes care of you,” you coo, “who takes care of your needs, your wants - surely not the pretty little dames you pick up on a night out of the town?”

Bucky feels himself stiffen, “they do the job,” he mutters.

There’s that awful smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth, “a quick release maybe, but do they give you what you desire, do they tell you how good you’ve been to them, for them?”

Heat prickles up his spine a faint blush kissing his cheeks, a faint blush that you’re quick to catch on to. Your hand rises slowly, fingers curling softly as your curled index finger meets his cheek, “they don’t,” you breathe, “what a shame, would you let me?”

His eyes flick to yours, “let you,” he questions lowly.

“I’d like to see how good you can be,” you murmur your thumb meeting his chin, smoothing the skin there, “you see, it should come as no surprise that I've heard all about the king of Brooklyn, but he’s not the one I'm curious about though.”

He feels his brow slowly lift, your statement once again throwing him off as he simply stares. His breath hitches when your thumb meets his lower lip, finger gliding slightly across the pink, almost red plump skin.

“Would you like to play James?”

He should say no, should push your hands away and leave, he knows he could get exactly what you're offering from any dame, a dame who wouldn’t dangle it in his face.

Your fingers curl around his chin pulling him from his daze, his gaze meeting yours, “you won’t need a safe word for tonight, but should you ask to cease all play the words winter.”

“Winter,” he repeats tasting the word on his tongue.

A grin pulls at your lips, “you feeling out the word, or this you putting a stop to it,” you question, your fingers rubbing at the stubble adorning his skin, “I want you to know that should you want me to stop, I will bring a stop to Steve and Sam as well, you may be the king of Brooklyn to many but to me your James, a man like any of the other clients that come through that door, and your wishes are to be respected, this is meant to be a safe space.”

He should really get up, walk out the door and never look back, something is keeping him from doing so and he can’t understand why. “This doesn’t have to happen again,” he hears himself say.

You're nodding your head, “if you find you don’t like what I have to offer you, what I feel you need, what I feel you might enjoy, then it can just be for tonight.”

“No strings?”

The corner of your mouth quirks up, “absolutely no strings, so James would you like to play?”

Bucky isn’t sure what he was expecting to walk into when you pulled him up from the couch, beckoning him to follow you. For when he crossed the threshold of the door at the end of the hall you lead him down, he wasn’t expecting this.

Your stood at his side all loose limbs and calm demeanor, “what,” you grin, “not what you expected?”

He watches you move past him, the door falling closed behind the two of you, “it’s clean,” he answers.

That draws a laugh from you, “you know James -”

“Bucky, please call me Bucky.”

You stop in your stride lips parted in surprised as you stare at the brunette, “Bucky,” you mirror, rolling his name on your tongue, you smile. “Well Bucky, I'll have you know that it's not all whips, chains, and leather that excite a person, there's more to it.”

You turn to face him, hand extended as you beckon him forward with a finger, he finds himself gravitating towards you, his hand falling into yours. You close the distance between the two of you, “there has to be trust, you’re trusting me to take care of you, to be able to give you what you need when you need it, when you deserve it.”

His brow quirks up, “when I deserve it?”

“Should you have a change of heart and desire to continue the services I offer, I don’t expect you to be good all the time, and when you’re not well,” your hands smooth over his shirt, “there shouldn’t exactly be a reward unless it’s earned, don’t you agree?”

“Well I -”

He stops short of the smirk that reappears at the corner of your lips, “sit down for me Bucky, make yourself comfortable.”

He does what he’s asked of, moving towards the edge of the white sheeted bed, he turns letting himself fall back, adjusting himself, making himself comfortable like you asked.

You're smiling at him as you stand before him, and only now does he really take you in eyes dancing along the white silk set you have on, the silk cover barely sitting on your shoulders.

You move forward then closing the distance between you till your barely just nestled between his spread legs, he isn’t expecting to see you drop to your knees.

“Relax,” you grin, “this is just as much for me, as its going to be for you.”

His heart picks up as he looks down at you, “I just wasn’t expecting -” your hands meet his spread thighs.

“Tell me Bucky what exactly do you know about BDSM?”

He shrugs his shoulders lightly, tongue peeking out to run over his lower lip as he feels your hands run up the smooth of his slacks. “Aside from what I imagine fifty shades -”

“I'll stop you there,” you interrupt, “while I give the author and the director their credit, they didn’t seem to capture the entire scene.”

He raises a brow, “scene,” he questions.

You nod your head, eyes now primarily focused on the belt holding his slacks closed, “BDSM is a term used to described certain aspects of sex, this includes bondage discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism.”

Bucky’s mouth has gone dry as he watches your fingers dance their way further up till their closing around the clasp of his belt, “and - and what exactly do you fall under?”

Your fingers pull the clasp open, eyes flitting up to his as you loosen the leather, “I'd like to think I'm rather versatile, but it depends on what the client looks for, if at the initial meeting I find I can’t meet the needs he’s asked; I can always refer to someone who can.”

You let out a soft laugh, belt now open and loose, the material resting on his thighs, your fingers reach for the buttons next, “you know despite the job description, we are still humans, and we have lines that even we have to draw.”

“I’m sorry -,” he stops.

Your eyes flit up to his once more, finger popping the slacks open, “it’s your first session,” you grin seemingly having read his thoughts, “so you get a pass.” you murmur, pulling the zipper down.

“What are you used to being addressed,” he questions hips lifting slightly as you tug at the material hugging his hips and thighs so snuggly.

“It depends on the client,” you answer hands momentarily stilling, “while I don’t mind being referred to as someone’s mistress, it really depends on what the client feels in the scene.” Your fingers hook around the tops of his boxers, “been called vixen, peaches, bunny, doll, and the occasional mommy when the clients to far gone off their pleasure.”

“They - They can call you that?”

You grin, your nails catching on his skin as you pull the boxers lower, “what mommy, or the others?”

“The others,” he answers his hips lifting once more.

“I guess you could say I'm more lenient with my clients, though it really depends on the person I suppose, but I personally like to feel out my clients, I like to see what breaks them, what has them so far gone on the experience, on the pleasure that they aren’t anything more than a weeping mess at my feet or rather hands.”

Bucky swallows as you finally free his half hard cock from the confines of his boxers, when did that happen.

A smirk kisses your lips as your eyes meet his, “you’re one of my sweetest first clients you know, and I just know you’re going to be so good for me.”

His throat goes dry as he feels your hand fist around his half-hardened member, “are you going to be good for me Bucky?”

He licks over his bottom lip, eyes slightly wide as he watches yours darken over, you squeeze, “I asked you a question,” you murmur, “and I would hope I wouldn’t have to ask you a third, are you going to be good for me?”

He finds himself nodding, cock thickening as he all but whispers a ‘yes mam’, your smirk spreads, “you’re so good for me Buck, look at you already being so polite for me without me having to ask,” you coo.

He throbs in your hand that has yet to move, you lean forward on your knees, your warm breath ghosting over his cock, “Tell me, have you ever been edged?”

His brows are drawn tight, lips parted as hot puffs of breath leave his mouth, his hands now clenched into fists on your sheets as you rub your thumb along his precum coated tip.

Another hiss leaves his lips, “you’re drawn so tight,” you run your index finger along his balls and up his shaft. “You know it’s a real shame you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself,” you tsk, “could have cum that much sooner, but the king of Brooklyn just had to take over, didn’t he, I told you when you’re here with me it’s just me and you there’s no need for a power play.”

He wants to glare at you he really does, wants to throw your hands off of him stop this altogether and go find a warm hole to get off in but he’s frozen, chasing the mix of pain and pleasure you’ve been giving him for the past thirty minutes.

You’re producing the bottle of lube again, pushing the top off with a ‘pop’, you hold it over his painfully red tip, squeezing a generous amount over his member gripped tight in your fist.

Unlike the first time this time his back meets the bed, a low growl leaving his lips as you slick up his cock, fist gliding up and down his aching shaft.

“Look at that,” he hears you coo, hand moving quicker, “he knows how to say please too.”

His beg for release had fallen on deaf ears, the words having slipped from his parted lips without his knowledge.

“Sound so sweet when you beg, can you do it again?”

He really should have learned from the first time that you didn’t play, that his antics would get him nowhere. He grunts rather loudly when your hand grasps his balls squeezing, “fuck please,” he breathes.

He hears you moan, “you see was that so hard, do you really not want to cum at all tonight sweet boy?”

Bucky stills at your pet name, his cock throbbing in your hold, “n-no,” he find himself breathing, “please, please let me cum, please.”

Your fist is moving again, though slower this time, “you sound so pretty Buck, I really should let you cum for being so nice about it, but I kind of like hearing you more.”

His head presses harder into your sheet fingers curling deeper the need to take control once more rearing its ugly head.

“Relax,” he hears you coo, “you’re being so good for me, just keep being good and I promise you’ll get what you want, just let yourself go, give yourself over to me, relax,” you repeat, “feel my touch, focus on it.”

Another groan leaves his lips, his eyes slipping shut as he listens to you and lets himself feel your torturous touch. You build up the pleasure slow, your rhythm in which you fist his cock controlled.

You eventually speed up slightly, drawing breathy groans from the man splayed on the edge of your bed. “That’s it, doing so good for me.”

“f-fuck please,” you hear him breathe, hands fisting more of your sheets, “please I can’t please.”

“You can,” your murmur softly eyes trained on his throbbing red tip that disappears in and out of the fist that holds him like a vice grip. “Just a little bit longer, hold on a little bit longer.”

A scream of frustration threatens to tear his lips, but instead he fists the sheets hard, teeth digging into his lower lip as he tries to hold back.

He lasts only a minute more before he’s crying out, “y/n,” he all but whines, “I can’t please I can’t you’ve got to stop please stop, I won’t be able to control myself please.”

Your rhythm never falters, and he can’t help the groan that pushes out of his chest, he wants to reach out and cover your hand with his own, the pleasure nearly unbearable as he sits atop the edge.

Your tone is a warning when his hand does touch your arm, “please,” he begs, “if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to control myself and I - I want to be good please, please.”

It takes him by surprise when your lips meet the skin of his hand, “so good for me,” you breathe, the warmth of it flowing over his skin.

“You can let go Bucky, let go for me, you’ve been so good.”

It’s a few more strokes before his back is arching off the bed, a low guttural groan spilling from his parted lips as he paints your hand and his skin a creamy white.

His vision blanks a static white, as he spasms in your tight hold, ropes of sticky white spilling from the slit of his cock.

You work him through it, stroking him softly as you take him through his orgasm. It becomes painful after a minute, a low hissing his lips as you rub him once, twice, before releasing his limp cock.

He lets himself sag against your bed, eyes still shut, ears ringing as he melts into the sheets below him. He feels likes he’s floating, body lax as he breathes through the aftershocks.

He isn’t sure how long he’s been lying there, a jolt going through him when he feels a warm cloth kiss his dirtied skin.

His eyes slip open, a warm smile and soft eyes greeting him as you rub ever so softly at his skin. “Welcome back Bucky, you think you can get yourself fixed for me so I can grab your drink?”

“Drink,” he all but murmurs, voice still sounding as wrecked as he felt and he hadn’t even fucked you.

“Still need you to come back to me fully before I can let you leave, need to make sure you’re alright before you walk out my door.”

Though the task to get his boxers and slacks readjusted is quite the task he brings himself through it, pushing himself up as best as he can, even reaching for the hand you offer him as you pull him to sit.

The room spins slightly, his shaky hands reaching for the offered cup you seemingly produced from thin air, he takes a sip, then another, he clears his throat, “do you do this for all your clients, or is it just stubborn firstimers.”

You kneel before him, a smile pulling at your lips, “I try and do it for everyone,” you answer, “It's part of my aftercare that I offer clients, they may not take what I offer, but I try and make sure most if not all are in the right headspace before I see them out, the session depending on what the client asks can be a lot.”

He’s bringing the cup to his lips once more, downing the rest, his eyes are meeting yours again, “does it really get more intense than that?”

That draws a laugh that Bucky hadn’t heard from you before, “that was just us testing the waters Bucky, like I said it’s your first time.”

He swallows, he really shouldn’t.

“And - and if I chose to come back?”

Your lips pull up, “would you like to come back,” you question.

His hands fiddle with the cup, fingers drumming along the glass, his eyes meeting the carpet. A soft touch of your hand to his wrist has his eyes meeting yours once more.

“Remember this is all on your terms, you don’t have to come back tomorrow, or in a week, you can come back in a month, a year, whenever, this is a safe place Bucky, this is your choice.”

He swallows getting lost in the soft touch of your thumb running over his skin, “I'd, I'd like to come back – when – when I can of course.”

Your smile pulls higher, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from the king of Brooklyn, you do have my number so when you’re ready promise to give me a call?”

Oh, he would.

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a weed is just a flower whose virtues have yet to be discovered

”Stede/Ed/Izzy (Stede/Izzy centric) fluff and humour fic! Anyway, as always you can find this fic on AO3 here!

-///-

Stede is halfway across deck when something is shoved right into his chest. Hard.

It’s a matter of some pride that his first instinct is to reach for the dagger he has sheathed underneath his coat.

But they are on The Revenge, in the middle of the ocean, and they’ve seen neither ship nor land for miles. The likihood of it being an internal problem is also slim. He would trust his crew with his life. Besides, he is almost certain he has done nothing mutiny worthy recently. There is no need to suspect any real danger.

There is a need, perhaps, to say, “what the hell?” rather loudly and take a few steps back, so this is what he does.

And on further inspection, what he finds is Israel Hands glaring at him from where he appeared seemingly out of nowhere two seconds ago to shove something into Stede’s chest.

Izzy glaring at him? Not unusual.

Izzy glaring at him while holding in his hands what appears to be a few wilted weeds wrapped in a dirty scrap of cloth? That is very unusual.

It requires some further inspection.

Or quite possibly, it requires that he runs in the opposite direction. You never know with Izzy (though Stede thinks their relationship has improved marginally since Izzy, all be it reluctantly, sought Stede out in order to help tame The Kraken once more).

Before his brain makes up its mind about what is the wisest course of action, there is that thing being shoved right into his chest again. That thing he has now come to realise is Izzy’s bizarre, ugly little bouquet.

“Um…?” he trails off, uncertain. Even if his relationship with Izzy has improved as of late but there is still no precedent for this, whatever this is. “Flowers might be a little bit less effective than the sword you used to stab me with last time. Unless you’re trying to challenge yourself?”

Apparently, they are not yet at the point where they can joke about their past in such a jovial manner. Izzy’s frown increases, if that’s even possible at this point.

Stede sighs and decides to try for a more direct approach, “Izzy what—”

“Just fucking take them,” Izzy insists before Stede can finish, shaking them now. One sad little leaf dislodges itself and falls in an aimless fashion towards the ground. No doubt Izzy will find someone to bully into cleaning that up later.

“But why?” Stede insists. It’s not like they’re his. Where did Izzy even get flowers from? They were in port a few days ago…maybe that explains their wilted appearance, if Izzy had been keeping them without water in improper conditions since then.

The question is clearly the wrong one. If looks could kill, Stede Bonnet would be dead.

Rather than shoving them at Stede again, which is what Stede expects, Izzy holds them close to his chest, a splash of colour against all that black. Stede finds himself thinking, in an absent sort of fashion, whether Izzy would ever accept any accents to his attire. Just something small, something to draw the eye. Oh! Maybe in fact something to make his eyes stand out, wouldn’t that be something, although it would need to be a little more blue than green…

“You keep talking about all the fucking flowers you used to fucking pick,” Izzy begins to grumble, pulling Stede out of his musings and back to the real world. If this is the real world. It’s a bit suspect, considering the fact that Izzy is holding flowers.

“I suppose…” Stede had been making a few comments. The only thing he really misses on his ship is access to diverse botany. And maybe he’d hoped…

“And Edward is a fucking idiot who doesn’t know how to fucking take a hint and—” he’s shaking the flowers again, dislodging a few more leaves and some white petals from the daisies nestled in the bunch. Stede is half reaching out for them on instinct, to protect them from further vicious manhandling when what Izzy says actually hits him.

Wait.

What?

“You got me… flowers?”

It is one of the most bizarre notions Stede has ever heard.

“I’m going to kill you,” Izzy grits out. His teeth are clenched, and he’s given up glaring. Instead, he’s staring at the floor. Stede wonders if he’s waiting for it to open up and swallow him whole, save him from this whole scenario he’s clearly not enjoying. Which is silly, because he started it. But on he goes, “I’m going to stab you right fucking now you fucking ponce, I’m going to—”

Stede takes the flowers.

Izzy shuts up.

It’s a delicate moment; when they’re transferred from Izzy’s hands to Stede’s. Stede is hyperaware, for some reason, of their fingers brushing. He has just the moment to be glad that Izzy has been holding them with his ungloved hand, that it’s bare finger against bare finger as they pass the gift between them, before he realises that’s really something he shouldn’t even be focusing on at all but—

But Izzy got him flowers.

Israel Hands got him flowers.

“Thank you, Israel,” and the words aren’t enough, not really. Stede has become used to these sorts of gestures from Ed (though Izzy was right, Ed never did pick up Stede’s…well, he wouldn’t call them hints but his like of flowers, yes, that’s more like it) but from Izzy? He doesn’t have the words for it. It’s certainly a shock but it’s also…rather nice. Their relationship has mellowed recently from hostile bickering to affectionate bickering, if Stede did so so himself.

Stede’s never had anyone to affectionately bicker with.

It’s actually rather fun. What was it he’d said to Izzy in the beginning? Izzy had told him it wasn’t over and Stede had said he’d enjoyed it. And he had. And these days, he did. His weird little interactions with Edward’s right-hand man.

It’s nice.

So are the flowers.

Maybe that’s what compels him to Izzy’s cheek.

The sensation is odd. He can feel the rough of Izzy’s goatee against the side of his face. It’s unfamiliar, unlike Edward’s beard which still isn’t quite the length it once was, but is getting there.

When he pulls back, there’s a dusting of red on Izzy’s cheeks.

I put that there, Stede thinks, and there’s something prideful lingering in the thought, something that makes him want to do it again and again and again, until Izzy is that delightful colour all of the time.

But unfortunately, Izzy is already turning on his heel to flee.

Ah well, that was to be expected, Stede supposed.

He glanced down at the messy bouquet in his hand. Ugly, a little wilted, his first impression had been right in that regard.

But there was more to life than first impressions weren’t there?

Because the little clump of weeds in his hands? They were beautiful. Truly, utterly beautiful.

-///-

Later, much later, when they’ve dropped anchor to keep themselves steady for the night there is a conversation somewhere up in the crow’s nest.

“You got him flowers? Oh Iz, I knew you’d come around.”

“Shut up.”

“No seriously, you’ve never even gotten me anything like that—”

“If you’d done your fucking job as a fucking boyfriend and gotten them yourself, we wouldn’t be in this mess—”

“Mess? What mess? I’m having a delightful fucking time.”

“I hate you, Edward.”

“Nah, you don’t, man. And look at you! You don’t hate Stede either! Reckon you want to cuddle him actually, maybe give him a kiss—”

“I’ll push you overboard.”

“You’re not fucking contradicting me though, are you, Iz?”

“Fuck you.”

“Or, say, you know what would be better? We could fuck him—”

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

“You love it.”

[spencersawkward]

if you feel comfortable with it, I’d love a prof Spence where reader is a student and goes to office hours to initiate ~smutty goodness~ but Spencer is reluctant at first bc his job but they flirt more and eventually sleep together

me n my professor kink when i saw this: 😏 anyway yes i am quite comfortable writing about this lol. i took some ✨creative liberties✨ with your request so i'm sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted! 

summary: reader is a student in Dr. Reid’s class, but she’s been something of a poor student-- office hours are the only solution.

relationship: Fem!Reader/Professor!Spencer

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, super brief hair-pulling, creampie, dirty talk, spanking, age gap, degradation-- he gets pretty dominant oops.

word count: 4.5k

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popping in a piece of gum, I make my way to the back of the hall. there are a few people here already, but it's a little early. I'm never early. in fact, I'm usually late; my other class is on the other side of campus, and getting here involves a lot of embarrassing speed-walking.

but here I am, five minutes ahead of schedule and actually in a decent seat. as I flip open my textbook and pull my laptop out of my bag to prepare to take notes, my gaze slides down to the corner of the room, where Dr. Reid is standing up with a pile of papers. he walks over to the girl in the front row, handing her the stack and gesturing for her to pass it along.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. he's a total luddite. the first day, Dr. Reid spent about ten minutes rambling about the importance of reading from a physical book rather than online sources-- which, although I definitely agree with, means a lot more lugging around folders and organizing all the readings he gives out. if he wasn't so hot, I would have switched into another course.

and I know it's wrong to be daydreaming about my professor slamming me into a wall while he discusses the intricacies of quantum theory. the complete cliché of it is embarrassing. but still, I just can't stop thinking about him: how his fingers would feel around my throat, the smooth wooden surface of his desk against my cheek as he bends me over and pulls my panties to the side--

"glad to see you've decided to join us, today, Ms. Y/L/N." Dr. Reid's voice startles me out of my thoughts. he's standing towards the front of the room while students file in. his hands are resting in his pockets with his eyebrows pleasantly raised.

"glad to see you've noticed." I retort, too irritated with his comment to care about being polite.

a couple people look at me. even though I'm generally not on time, he tends to just glance my way when I walk in and leaves it at that. I know he doesn't like it, although I personally don't care. I hate this course.

he seems visibly surprised by my response but doesn't reply, gaze lingering on mine before he turns to speak to a student trying to get his attention. I bite back a smile. fucking asshole.

as usual, Dr. Reid writes in his thin, messy lettering on the board while wandering around the front of the room. he's quite fidgety, even though his voice doesn't betray any sort of nervousness. it's like he's naturally overactive.

every word out of his mouth is enunciated, sometimes spoken faster when he gets particularly impassioned by the subject. he's interesting to look at, too. messy curls and a nice suit, stubble that straddles the line between refinement and ruggedness.

I type quickly, but it isn't fast enough and the strange illustrations he does on the board only complicate things. I try to write them down in my notebook, but my handwriting is jagged; sometimes it's hard to read. when a student raises her hand for a clarification, I take the opportunity to catch up.

my head jerks up as soon as I'm finished and he's looking at me while he speaks. even from so many feet away, the intensity strikes me. he's gesticulating and crossing the room. I hold eye contact.

I wonder if he dates often; a couple of the girls in my row always stare at him throughout the lectures. he seems to be completely unaware of the effect he has on people. sometimes I'll see him in the hallway and he has his nose buried in a book, or a to-go cup of coffee, or both. either way, there seems to be no more room in that head of his for romance.

which, naturally, makes me curious about how he looks when he's on the edge of orgasm. if that composure is replaced with a contorted pleasure. I want to break him.

it's like he can read my thoughts, because Dr. Reid averts his gaze. my stomach twists with a strange anticipation. he avoids looking my way for the rest of the time.

towards the end of class, I start to pack my things to go. I have three papers to write, and my utter lack of interest in this is making me eager to leave. I shove my textbook into my bag the second my professor starts to make closing remarks.

"don't forget that we have a midterm in two weeks!" he says in a slightly louder voice as people start to move around. "if you have any questions, my office hours are posted on the bulletin board outside."

at this, my eyebrows rise. I forgot about the midterm. I have a study calendar set up for all my subjects, but I've purposefully been putting this one off. I'm not super into math. and it doesn't help that most of my time is spent not listening. when I am, it doesn't make sense.

as I stand up and gather my stuff, I hear someone clearing their throat a couple feet away. my head turns to see Dr. Reid leaning against his desk.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can I see you for a second?"

my heart stutters in my chest. is this about my attitude? he's never asked to see me outside of lessons before.

I frown, making my way to him with a deliberate pace. the tension in the room builds as I watch the last of his students shuffle out of the room. my head turns from the door to him; my breath catches a little in my throat at the set of his jaw. part of me hopes I get yelled at.

"I'm concerned about your participation in this class." he says. his voice isn't cruel, but it is brutally honest— which is worse. participation? I feel my fist clench at my side. my professors don't usually say anything if you aren't doing things up to their expectations; if you aren't, then they give you a bad grade. simple as that.

"is this about me being late?" I ask. he lets out a sigh before answering. he sounds disappointed.

"you're constantly tardy, and when you hand in your homework, you barely seem to have put in the effort. it's messy."

"messy?" I start to get annoyed. I'm only doing this so that I can get my degree. it's a fucking requirement. even though I'm not the biggest fan of mathematics, I still do my best and hand in my assignments on time. plus, the latest I arrive is five minutes-- it's not like I'm stumbling in halfway through the lesson.

"you've never come to office hours to ask for help or explained your lateness, which I, as your professor, would have appreciated." he scolds. honestly, I don't know what to say. my eyes narrow.

"I have my studio class on the other side of campus." I explain. "I should have emailed about that and I'm sorry, but I'm also not being lax about my work."

he goes around to the other side of his desk and glances up at me while he organizes some loose documents to pack away. he looks way too good when he's exasperated: his hands tighten around the papers, his eyebrows come together in this cute way. his tie is a little crooked, too.

"are you struggling with the content?"

"sometimes, yeah. but I can handle reaching out for help if I need it." I reply. he's pissing me off with these questions. I can see from the expression on his face that he's surprised by my reaction.

"really?" he slides some books into his messenger bag. that was definitely sarcastic; I know it was. "because it doesn't really seem like you have."

"I like to find help on my own." I shoulder my bag and cross my arms over my chest. there's no way he's gonna talk to me like that and expect me to not respond in kind.

"I'm reserving a slot on Wednesday evening for you," he looks up and holds my gaze. hazel irises that dare me to challenge him further. "I want you in office hours so that we can figure out how you're gonna catch up before the midterm."

"fine." I turn on my heel and leave. I know I'm not supposed to talk to my professor like that, or even to behave with such apprehension. but something about him makes me angry in the kind of way that settles in my stomach. I hate that he's right. I'm not going to do well on that damn test if I don't get some help.

but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with it.

when I rush into his office on Wednesday evening, the sun is just starting to set through his window. there's a pinkish glow that smooths over Dr. Reid's desk as he glances up at me. I had to run to get here.

"you're late." he nods to the clock on the wall. I roll my eyes.

"only one minute, though. I had another class."

he sighs and folds his hands on his desk. "how are you doing today, Ms. Y/L/N?" a strangely polite question for the look on his face. he's frustrated with me.

"I'm quite well, Dr. Reid." I smile brightly, slightly excited by the anger on his face, and sit at the chair in front of his desk.

"I didn't know you were interested in art." he says simply. I'm confused for a moment before I remember that I told him that the course before his is a studio lesson.

"I didn't know you cared."

"do you make a habit of that?" he quirks an eyebrow.

"of what?" my expression is saccharine.

"being rude to people who control your grades."

"unless you're considering being unethical in your practices and allowing your personal opinion of me to influence my grade, then no." I counter. he's silent for a moment, taking in my words like they've left a mark on him.

"well, you'd most likely fail if I asked you to leave my office hours right now. whose fault would that be?" he fidgets with his hands and leans forward just a bit, his voice dropping to a lower tone. I bite back a smile.

"you wouldn't."

"and why is that?" he baits.

"because you're not a shitty professor, Dr. Reid," I lean back in my chair and cross my legs. "as angry as you are, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you kicked me— a struggling student— out of here for giving you a little attitude."

"a little attitude?" he scoffs. "you've spent the whole semester completely ambivalent."

"not completely." I shrug.

"Y/N, you draw all over your tests and leave at least one problem half-finished every time. you obviously aren't learning." he chuckles mirthlessly. I concede this point; I like to doodle when I'm bored. and there's absolutely nothing more boring to me than numbers.

"okay," I sit up and rest my elbows on the edge of his desk, staring at him. "then teach me."

Dr. Reid holds my gaze for a long moment. we're suspended, it seems, as his lips part and he finds himself speechless. the way I said the words obviously has another layer to it-- he just has to decide whether or not to take the bait.

"what are you struggling with?" he clears his throat and sits up a bit straighter in his seat. that answers my question, I guess. I poke my tongue between my teeth gently, but then pull out my notebook and flip it to a page with some problems outlined on it.

"these." I toss the thing onto his side and he begins to run through the assignment. I watch him pick up a pen and start to explain the steps, slipping into his usual educational tone. his shoulders relax a little as he writes.

I can't see right from the angle I'm at, so I stand and come around onto his side. I hear him pause his speaking for a moment at my proximity, but he doesn't move away.

"does that make sense?" he asks me once he's finished running through the first problem. he basically did all the work. the professor's head turns to gauge my reaction to the explanation, but his eye line is right at the hem of my skirt-- which is already pretty short. for all his attempts to be subtle, he gulps and looks up at me.

"mostly." I brush a piece of hair behind my ear and pretend to scratch at a spot on my upper thigh, dragging the edge of my skirt with it until he can see the smooth skin beneath, practically begging for his touch. "can I ask you a question?"

"sure." he keeps his eyes almost too focused on mine. I try to hide the smile tugging at my lips. now or never, I guess.

"what's your policy on professor/student relationships?"

"my-- my what?" this time, he's audibly scattered when he turns to me. his eyes are wide, dark. even he can't hide his feelings.

"you know," I run my fingertips over the tweed shoulder of his jacket. I can sense the tension beneath his clothes. "like, your policy on fucking a student."

"I--" his cheeks turn pink. he's flustered, albeit not rejecting my touch. "I've never had to think about it before."

"hmm," I look off to the side as if considering this point. his chair is fully turned to face me now, and I'm standing in front of him, almost completely his for the taking. all he has to do is close the gap. "well, what are you thinking about it right now?"

"it's wrong." he stumbles over the words.

"why?"

"well, I mean, you're a student--"

"for a semester that's almost over." I cut him off. he opens and closes his mouth. I take a deep breath, toying with the hem of my skirt. "I know you've been looking at me during class."

"w-what?"

"you're pretty good at hiding it, but you call on me a lot and you get all messed up when I hold eye contact too long during lectures." I say.

he looks down and back up apologetically. he's just sitting there, lap wide open. so I do what any sane girl in my position would do: I climb into it, straddling him and resting my arms around his neck. he sucks in a breath.

"you pretend I'm such a pain," I lean down by his ear, my core drawing over his pants. he tenses as I speak. "but you like that I'm your little problem."

"Y/N..." he trails off, but his hips are bucking up into mine.

"see?" I look between our bodies at his movements, then at him. I smirk as I look into those lust-darkened eyes. after a moment of him not speaking, I straighten. "look, I'll leave you alone if it really bothers you--"

as I start to get off his lap, he grabs me and pulls me back down. the force hits my center at just the right angle and I let out a slight mewl. he hears the sound and before I can register the pleasure, he grabs my face and yanks me closer to kiss him.

god, he feels so good. I rock my hips against his while our lips pass over each other hungrily. so much tension built up over the past few months, so many thoughts I've had of him, now coming to fruition. it's amazing.

"not so 'wrong' now, is it?" I chuckle against his mouth.

"shut up." he orders. one moment of broken contact to slide my top over my head and throw it on the floor.

I sigh as he starts to kiss across my jaw and down my throat. "I like when you talk like that, Dr. Reid."

one hand grips my hips tighter and he releases a groan against my skin.

"is that why you're such a fucking brat in my class?" he bites my collarbone and I moan. "because you want me to put you in your place?"

"mhmm." I hum. his fingertips move under my skirt, sliding up my thighs and toying with the waistband of my panties. he teases me by grazing my slit over the fabric, inhaling sharply at the wet patch.

"sitting in the back of my room, fucking dripping..." he mumbles to himself as he starts to rub me.

"touch me." I breathe out, trying to gain the friction that I need.

"not if you're gonna be a brat." he removes his hand and I let out a frustrated noise as I try to find the pressure I need elsewhere by grinding down on him. he grunts at the way I pant into his mouth, trying to kiss him with every chance I get. his lips are so smooth and sweet against mine. there's something affectionate about it even in its ferocity.

"I'll be good." I practically beg.

"that's what I thought." he slides his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches me whimper on top of him.

"come on, Spencer..." I use the name for the first time and he grabs my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks.

"not my name, sweetheart." he stares into my eyes expectantly and I smirk.

"you're fucked up, doctor."

"so are you."

after he says that, he lifts me off his lap and stands up, pushing between my shoulder blades until my face is pressed onto the desk. I let out a needy whine, wiggle my ass back in hopes of finding his crotch, but he's not willing to give me that, yet.

instead, he gently touches my skirt, flipping it up so that he can see my ass. immediately, he starts to knead it. my palms are pressed flat against the desk with anticipation, silently thankful that my panties are still on. I think I'd be dripping down my thighs if they weren't.

"are you gonna be more respectful?" his voice is low, one hand tracing over my back. I shake.

"mhmm."

"I won't spank you if you don't use your words, sweetheart."

"yes." I choke out, no longer wanting to give any sort of resistance. I had no idea there was this side of him, and I love it.

he loves it too, apparently, because his hand comes down sharply on my ass. I yelp at the contact and he runs his fingers over the point of impact, rubbing the flesh gently.

"too hard, baby?" he checks.

"harder." I beg. I can't see his face, but I can sense his smile as if it's my own. his palm hits me again, and I gasp.

"you like being punished?"

"yes." strangled and desperate.

he slips his finger beneath the fabric of my panties, collecting my essence and letting out a quiet moan when he feels me. I push my hips against his fingers, partly expecting him to remove all the pressure, but he doesn't bother waiting.

he slips his index inside and I gasp. starts to push in and out, his silence proving his arousal. I can practically feel his eyes on me. the pace increases a bit and he slides in his middle finger. I buck against the desk.

"oh fuck!" I cry out as he starts to go faster. he curls them against my walls and I arch my back.

"two fingers and you're already breaking?" Spencer chuckles as he moves inside me. he keeps one hand on my ass while he does it, starting to finger me at a ridiculous speed while I pant and moan and cry.

"I--" I gulp down air. "I need you in it."

he bends down by my ear, never breaking his rhythm. my legs are shaking from the force. "you need my cock?"

"yes," I feel myself closing in around him. "god, yes."

"you're lucky I wanna fuck you so bad." he mutters. I grin as I hear the clink of his belt coming undone, the sliding through the belt loops, the sound of him stripping down to nothing. I can feel my excitement on the inside of my thighs, spread around by his reckless fingers as he removes my panties and skirt.

he grinds himself against my pussy, coating himself in me, while he releases low, longing moans. I suck in a breath when the head pushes in, every inch pushing me open a little more. I don't have the ability to form words, so I bite my lip and grip onto the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white.

his breath stops for a moment before he groans.

"so ready for me."

he's not even all the way in, and he has to pause to let me adjust. when he taps the inside of my thigh for me to part them more, I do it quickly and beg him to fill me up. I can barely take the pressure between my hips, but it burns in an inviting way.

"keep going." I direct him. he runs his hands over the curve of my waist and starts to thrust into me at a rate that leaves me panting. it's not too fast or slow, just impatient and needy. every sound that spills from his lips turns me on more.

"where'd the attitude go, huh?" he digs his hips into mine. his cock hits my cervix and I squeak against the wood, but he holds my back down. I don't even try to argue with him, too overcome with the pleasure that's coursing through my limbs. he starts to build up his speed. "don't have much to say when you're getting fucked?"

"Dr. Reid--" I moan.

he plows into me so hard, the desk shifts on the floor and he grabs my ass with both hands.

"take it, baby. fucking take it."

I get up on my elbows to look behind me, just to glimpse how he looks as he gets closer. his curls have fallen more in his face, and his shirt is gone. I want to touch him desperately, to feel the lovely skin of his torso and arms and everything else, but he keeps me down for the most part. all I get is the sight of his mouth open and his hips moving quickly against mine.

"look at me, there you go." he grabs my face and holds me there, our eyes locked. mine are welling at the sheer overwhelming pleasure inside, but his are dark and intense. they search mine for something I can only hope to offer.

"that feels so good, Dr. Reid." I pant. he bites his lip as he watches my mouth hanging open in lecherous shock.

"I bet it does," he explores my body. "coming in here, hoping I fuck you like you deserve. you're lucky I'm going easy on you."

"thank you." I whine.

"you might need some extra lessons, yeah?" he grunts out, moving into me with a bruising force.

"yes, please." I whisper. my voice is practically gone at this point, my mind entirely focused on the knot building in my stomach.

"what was that, baby?" he pulls my hair gently.

"yes— fuck— yes, please, Dr. Reid."

"what a beautiful girl." he smirks. I whimper when he runs his fingernails down my ribcage. I can feel it coming from the way he starts to move tumultuously, every thrust pushing harder and seeking more release. it's fervent, how he takes me and grips my hips like the force itself will push him over the edge.

"I'm so close..." I breathe out as I try for as much friction as I can.

"show me," he drops down so his stomach is flush to my back. "show me how you cum, Y/N."

the way he says my name-- husky and warm and full of lust-- causes me to snap. I cry out as he reaches around to clamp a hand around my mouth, climaxing and pulsing around his dick as I drop down against the surface again. I want him to finish inside, so I do my best to keep him here. and his thrusts are getting more staccato as he chases the sensation my walls create.

"can I fill you, angel?" he asks. he's breathing right by my ear, and the feeling is sending shivers down my spine. I love how his weight feels.

"yes." I moan and he slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them while he orgasms, jerking into my pussy and letting out unholy sounds of ecstasy. he says unintelligible things in the throes of his orgasm. pounds into me until I'm sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"jesus christ, Y/N." he slows to a stop. when he pulls his cock out of me, the absence makes me whine. I miss his body already.

"oh my god." I clench my hands into fists as I try to catch my breath. I'm still bent over the desk as though I've been completely sapped of all my energy. I suppose I have. he doesn't touch me for a moment in the spirit of letting me recover from the small shudders still running over my skin.

"that was great." he says after we've both had time to fill our lungs. I push myself onto my elbows again.

"correct." I grin and straighten up more until I'm standing. he stares at me, at the cum now dripping down my legs, entranced.

"let me get you something to clean up." he snaps out of it a little. I can't stop looking at him, either, in love with the way he moves and the way he breathes after exerting himself on my body.

"come here." I bite my lip. for some reason, despite what we just did, this is scarier than everything else. he steps closer and I reach up, kiss him softly. part of me worries that he'll pull away and be terrified. maybe that he'll tell me that I've read too much into this.

he's much gentler than before. our first kiss was full of need and primal desire, but this is more affectionate. I remove myself from his embrace.

"okay, you can go now." I giggle. his fingertips linger on my waist and he smiles. I push his shoulder. "I literally have your cum all over me-- go."

"fine." he starts to put his clothes on.

"does this mean I get an A?" I joke. Spencer shakes his head.

"nice try. when we're done cleaning you up, we're gonna sit down and figure this out."

I let out a whine, and he kisses my cheek before looking me in the eyes. "it'll be fun. I promise."

"math is not fun."

"I can't believe I like a girl who doesn't enjoy such a beautiful subject." he rolls his eyes and I giggle. he's perfect.