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jungkxook · 4 years

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—pour up. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader x taehyung

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / fuckboy!taehyung + smut

⟶ words: 14,048 (idk how it’s literally just smut)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

⟶ warnings: mentions of drug/alcohol use, essentially pwp lol, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, messy rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dry humping, manhandling, doggy style, riding (sort of?), fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), face riding, face fucking, deepthroating, breast play, slight begging (mostly oc making jungkook beg hehe), brief name calling, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog! also shout out to miss jlin @bratkook for being the sweetest and for liking this trashy fic of mine, and a happy early birthday present to @onherwings miss juno, the resident taekook lover!! 💛

also the accompanying song to this fic is pour up by dean!

There were times when you were sober where you were persistent about never being in a five foot radius of a frat boy, much less strip yourself of your dignity long enough to sleep with one.

Your appalling disgust and immense irritation of the male species that were frat boys kept you well in tune to your rule ━ until you’re far past the point of drunk and faded. Only then, when your bloodstream is laced with alcohol and your mind is nothing but a hazy cloud of smoke, you shrink into a shameless hypocrite and favour the appeal of a simple hook up. But you have needs too; it isn’t entirely your fault. Kim Taehyung offers you exactly that, with the promise to then act as if nothing happens the very next day so that the two of you can revert to despising one another out in public.

You act as if no one knows about your flings with ultimate frat boy Taehyung almost every weekend, as if they’re just as oblivious as you, but damn near the whole school knows and most certainly the rest of the boys in Beta Tau Sigma, or as Taehyung puts it, his brothers. It’s a useless cycle of bicker, avoid, drink, sex, and repeat, ever since you joined the school as a freshman and the sophomore boy took an interest in you. He’s charming in all the right ways and good looking but his smooth appeal was almost too good to be true and, past his “kind” smiles, you could make him out to be arrogant, vain, and cocky. Maybe you would have given him an actual chance had it not been for his snarkiness but all your brain could truly handle was his dick for a few hours a week.

Unsurprisingly, you always end up crashing at Beta Tau Sigma after one of their raging parties that results in your hook ups with Taehyung; surprisingly, Taehyung is miraculously into pillow talk post-sex and so he doesn’t entirely mind if you stay the night. But, by morning, when the alcohol has all but turned into a terrible hangover, he can hardly care less if you stay or not.

Usually, you wake up on your own, courtesy of past sober you setting an alarm on your phone to make sure you wake up earlier than all the other walkers of shame and anyone else in Beta Tau Sigma. Ideally, it was to help guarantee that no one would ever see you or judge you for stooping low enough to sleep with a fuckboy but you don’t know how well that’s working out for you anymore, if you’re being honest.

That’s why, early one fateful Sunday morning after a night of fun with Taehyung, you awaken with a start to the shrill Marimba tone that rips through the silence of the room and causes you to literally jump out of bed and crash onto the floor. You groan at the sharp pain that shoots up your spine and accompanies your groggy mind as your eyes flicker open only to be greeted with a blinding light that is the sun as it filters through the shut curtains. Littered on the ground are clothes, your clothes, beer bottles, red solo cups, discarded bed sheets, a singular condom wrapper (you thank your past selves for at least being sober enough to remember to use one), and your cell phone.

“Turn that shit off, for fuck sakes,” he grovels.

His hangover, and the early morning, makes his already deep voice even rougher, huskier, and you blame your disoriented mind for thinking he sounds even remotely sexy. He doesn’t bother to lift his head from his pillow or to find where you are in the room, the messy longer-than-usual curls of his hair flopping into his lashes as he flips onto his back. Other bodily remnants remain from the night before, from the mellowing ache between your legs left in the wake of his dick sufficiently railing you to the bite marks on his neck that you had so graciously bestowed him.

Now, you roll your eyes at him instead but dive for your phone nearby and tap the snooze button before it wakes the entire house and rouses the army of fuckboys from the dead.

“Good morning to you too,” You remark. “Is that better, princess?”

“Much.”

You push yourself to your feet and stretch, the stiff joints in your body popping and cracking, before searching for your clothes. You’re certain Taehyung has fallen back asleep as you dig around through the clutter to find your belongings but what else is new? It’s a routine the two of you have come to know well, and one that neither of you mind. You spot some sort of lacy material hidden underneath a few of Taehyung’s dirty laundry laying on the floor and reach for it thinking it’s yours. You’re only mildly disturbed to find that it isn’t yours at all ━ though you’re more concerned about the hygienic purposes of touching some other girl’s thong than you are about the blatant fact Taehyung sleeps with more girls than just you (a fact you swear you could care less for).

“Jesus Christ, your room is a disaster,” You scoff now.

“You could clean it,” Taehyung suggests sluggishly. Now, he’s awake, pretty and hooded eyes fluttering open to find you nearby. He props his hand behind his head to lift his gaze a little higher.

You snort, tossing the underwear away. “You never cease to━”

“Amaze you?”

“Repel me more than when I see the collection of thongs you have hidden in your room,” You correct. Fortunately, you spot your own underwear nearby and scoop it up, quickly slipping into them.

“Aw, baby, is that a bit of jealousy I hear?” Taehyung asks. He runs a hand through his dishevelled dark locks and shoots you a drowsy smirk. “You know you’re my one and only. I can always count on you when I want good head.”

“Please, flatter me some more, Tae,” You quip dryly.

As you hastily slide into your stiff shirt and jeans next and turn to face him, combing your fingers through your hair, Taehyung seems to take your words to heart and tries again. “You look like shit.”

You feign a voluntarily loud and overly dramatic moan. “Ugh, you really do know how to treat a girl━” Your cut off by a shameless snort from Taehyung before you continue on, “You know, you don’t exactly look the hottest right now either.”

“I beg to differ,” he replies nonchalantly. Technically, he isn’t lying, but you refuse to feed his ego any more.

“As if.”

“Funny,” he hums. “Could’ve sworn last night you were calling me hot when you were begging for my dick.”

You don’t bother to reply. Instead, you shake your head as you rub your tired face, uttering, “I need a coffee.”

“You could stay,” he offers. “I can make you one.”

“You don’t even know how to boil water,” You retort. ��But thanks for the gesture. Try not to throw up on yourself today, okay?”

Taehyung mumbles something in response but then he’s already flipping over onto his side to fall back asleep again. You grab your bag from the floor and slip into your shoes before tiptoeing out of the room.

The Beta house is just as much a disaster as Taehyung’s room is and you find yourself stepping over more bottles, cups, empty pizza boxes, and hungover passed out people with phallic images doodled on their faces. The sun filters into the ever grand mansion and only illuminates the chaos the frat boys put it through. Everyone is thankfully still asleep as you head downstairs but, as you sneak past the kitchen, you notice two figures rummaging about, boisterous unabashed laughter filling the house that somehow hasn’t woken the others yet.

Jeon Jungkook stands before you with Park Jimin, both fellow Beta brothers, though Jungkook is in the same year as you. They, like most other Beta boys (and especially Taehyung), are well known on campus but Jungkook is perhaps even worse than Taehyung. Now, he’s adorned in only low hanging gray sweatpants that show off the ripples of his toned chest and the happy trail that threatens for your eyes to follow it. He holds a bowl of cereal close to him with the same arm decorated on every inch with tattoos, a snapback pushing his messy hair up and away from his forehead. The best part (and you mean that not at all) ━ or the worst ━ is the fact that he stands on a hoverboard, as if walking is too much for him to handle at nine in the morning. Jimin isn’t far off wearing the same attire, only his look is paired with the fuckboy-essential-starter-pack of socks and Adidas slides, and he’s at least actually using his legs to walk.

“Morning,” Jungkook smirks. “Time for the walk of shame?”

You have to retain a sigh. “I’m surprised you’re up, Jeon. I was sure you were gone past the point of saving last night.”

“A couple of shots do nothing for me,” Jungkook replies, shovelling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “I was pretty much sober.”

At this, you sit back on your heels and look him once over skeptically. “You kept trying to hook up with me, called your dick Jungcock, threw up in one of the vases, and then passed out in the bathtub. I wouldn’t have exactly called you sober.”

The smirk remains on Jungkook’s face. If anything, he seems more so amused and it pisses you off. Jimin bursts into a fit of laughter and shakes his head.

“Always a pleasure seeing you, Y/N,” he greets. “Hey, are you coming to the party going down at Lambdas house after exams? It’s pretty exclusive but you and your friends are all invited by courtesy of us.”

“Ugh, I can’t even think about going to another party right now. How do you Beta whores do it?” You grovel. “Besides, why would we come if we know you’re going to be there?”

“‘Cause Tae’s going and you’re probably gonna wanna suck his dick,” Jungkook suggests snidely.

“I was gonna say the free booze,” Jimin offers instead. “Man, you know the Lambdas. They’re all rich pretentious sons of country club owners. They hardly throw parties but, when they do, you know it’s going to be wild. I wouldn’t miss it if I were you.”

“Well,” You say, “thanks for the invitation but we’ll see. Maybe if we have a pre-game where I can get drunk enough to handle your faces and the Lambda boys together.”

“I’ve always said you’re more fun when you’re drunk,” Jungkook hums pensively. Your eyes narrow into a glare and you’re fortunate Jimin is there to block your path from tackling Jungkook.

“Okay, whatever,” You grumble. “I’m out of here. I think if I stay here any longer, I’ll lose all my brain cells.”

Jimin chuckles but hardly seems bothered by your comment. He waves you off as he slips out of the kitchen to retreat into another room, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Can I get you anything before you go?” he asks. There’s a cheeky tone laced in his words that makes you blatantly aware he’s trying to suggest something more, like his dick.

“Absolutely not,” You wave him off. “See you around, Jungidiot.”

He grins and shoves another spoonful into his mouth. “Hey, maybe next Saturday you can think about blowing me instead of Tae, yeah?”

He’s met with you jamming your middle finger in his face and it only seems to entertain him further. As you march out of their home, slamming the door behind you, you have one discernable thought amongst your hangover and that is that you’ll definitely need to have that pre-game before you have the audacity to even see Jungkook, or any of the Beta boys for that matter, at the Lambdas.

That Saturday, you find yourself at the Lambdas house party.

So maybe you had sort of been lying when you said you weren’t so sure of going to it, but the thought was tempting enough and you aren’t one to pass up on a good party, especially when it’s after weeks of headaches and stressing over studying and exams.

Mid-terms come and go and when you finally finish writing your last paper, all you want to do is let loose and party and get dicked down by Taehyung. The Lambdas, despite their pretentious behaviour, looks to be very promising ━ but only after you down a few shots beforehand and have a beer while you’re getting ready. You’re not exactly as drunk or as tipsy as you would have prefered but it still gives you a nice enough buzz that makes you warm and lets the adrenaline pump in your veins and excites you even more for the party. The house you rent is off campus but it’s close to Beta’s and Taehyung offers to give you guys a lift to the Lambdas who are a fifteen minute walk away (but you know Taehyung will do anything to not walk anywhere his penny board can’t take him ━ and it’s not even Taehyung who is driving but his friend, Jin).

You can hear the party at Lambdas before you’re even there. The thump of bass coming from the house isn’t hard to miss, especially not with the way it seems to rattle the ground the closer you get. The house is crammed full to capacity and people have already begun to spill onto the lawn by the time you have arrived. A potent waft of alcohol and weed fill your senses and it is all you could really make out in the rambunctious party. You can hardly hear yourself think, let alone what others are saying to you. Yet, you still found a way to have fun almost instantly, drifting away from the guys to party with your friends.

Most of the night is a blur and a haze of confusion but you can remember drinking and drinking some more until you’re sufficiently smashed. You can’t quite recall where you had lost your friends, though you suspect it was after the intense game of beer pong you were suckered into in which you were certain there were no winners or losers as it was just an excuse to drink even more. It’s nearing 1 a.m. when you finally bump into a familiar face, pulling you back from the unruly party and the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.

You’ve just slipped outside for some fresh air, perched on the front porch, when you notice Jimin is passed out on the lawn below. The other stragglers gathered outside barely take note of him but maybe that’s because he had chosen to faceplant in the shadows under the porch, tucked safely away from the rest of the party. Just before you can even think to walk over to him and make sure he’s still alive, the front door of the house swings wide open and a frenzied Taehyung bursts outside, shortly followed by an equally dumbfounded Jungkook.

“Where the fuck is he?” Taehyung hisses.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook sighs, disgruntled, “but leave it to him to run off and disappear.”

“Looking for someone?”

The two boys startle at your voice. They whirl around to find you taking a sip of the drink in your hand, as if only just noticing your presence. You hadn’t seen them since you parted ways a handful of hours ago in the party, though you’re fairly certain they’re just as smashed as you.

“Ah, babe!” Taehyung beams wolfishly. “What a pleasure seeing you out here. Uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen where Jimin went, would you?”

You nod in the direction of the sleeping boy down below. “He’s there. He’s passed out cold, though. What the hell did you do to him?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook says. He grimaces as he hastily follows Taehyung down onto the lawn to stand near Jimin, and you in tow. “Jimin just likes to get out of hand. What should we do, Tae? We can’t just leave him here and Luna’s going to be pissed if she sees him like this.”

Taehyung stares down at Jimin miserably, thinking momentarily. “Well, Luna’s looking for him so we might as well drop him off at her dorm. He can deal with her when he’s sober.”

There’s a brief moment where you spot Jungkook seriously considering this though, as if leaving Jimin on the lawn of a frat house is a safer option than returning him to his girlfriend. Ultimately, he caves and you watch as Taehyung nudges Jimin awake (and by nudge, you mean he slaps the boy across the face) before pulling a very disoriented Jimin to his feet and slinging one of his arms over Taehyung’s neck.

“Fuck, he’s heavy,” Taehyung huffs. “Give me a hand, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, stepping forward to take Jimin’s other arm and hook it around his own neck. The two boys seem to be struggling carrying most of Jimin’s body weight, though they’re carrying mostly dead weight as Jimin continues to drift in and out of consciousness.

Before they can leave you offer to help though you don’t know what you can really do so you suspect your inebriated mind just wanted to go with them for the hell of it. Luna’s place isn’t far. It’s a ten minute walk from Lambda’s, but in that ten minutes, none of you talk about anything of real importance except for chuckle and laugh about things that happened at the party.

Eventually you make it to Luna’s, who answers the door angrily after you knock on it as if you’ve disrupted her slumber and frowns when she sees Jimin’s current state. At least she has the decency to thank the three of you. When she shuts the door behind her, the three of you turn to look at one another, almost clueless.

“So, what now?” Taehyung asks. “Head back to the party?”

The thought of making the ten minute walk back to the party in your drunken mind seems like an eternity. That, mixed with the way your feet scream in agony from the heels you’re wearing, you begin to pout and shake your head.

“I can’t walk anymore,” You whine, words drunkenly slurring together. “I’d be fine just sitting here.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he looks at you once over. “How drunk are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, how about we just go back to our place?” Taehyung asks. His arm slides around your waist then, tugging you close to his side. If one thing is for certain, the boy tends to get more handsy the more drunk he is, and you never seem to mind. “I’ve got a fresh bowl we can hit and we can drink there and just chill?”

You and Jungkook consider Taehyung’s offer fleetingly and, to you, it seems much more appealing.

“Sign me up,” You say. “The Lambdas were a bit too over the top for my liking. There’s only so much I can handle.”

Jungkook shrugs and nods in agreement. “Then I guess I’m going with you guys.”

The five minute walk to Beta is short and soon you’re inside the eerily empty house and climbing the steps to Taehyung’s room but not before the three of you raid their cabinets for any type of liquor. Eventually, you’re all lounging in Taehyung’s room, some type of music playing in the background as the three of you pass around a bottle of whisky and the bong Taehyung had promised he had, giggling at each other.

By 2 a.m., you are smashed and faded but blissfully so.

Taehyung and Jungkook are not too far off. It’s Taehyung who comes up with the idea to play strip poker, though with a twist. His version of the game includes: taking a shot anytime one of you loses a round along with either stripping an article of clothing or being allowed to pass it and get dared to do something else, though each person only has three passes.

Jungkook loses the first round, shedding only his jacket. Taehyung and you lose the second round; you decide to strip out of your own cardigan while Taehyung flicks off his hat. Jungkook and Taehyung lose the third round and both kick off their shoes. The game progresses slowly, with the three of you coming up with “clever” loopholes out of the rules, like stripping one sock one round and then another sock the next and all of you are too drunk to really protest. Eventually, the game winds up with Taehyung and Jungkook both in their pants and you still wearing both your shirt and jeans. Both the boys have used one of their passes and are still losing which, you will admit, boosts your confidence ever so slightly especially when you have such a nice view in front of you.

Both boys are toned, with certified gym rat Jungkook’s abs a bit more chiseled, and you know that sober you would cringe at how hard you seem to be drooling over them. Jungkook must notice because he shoots you a wink that has you squirming in your seat.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“N-No,” You say shortly. “Shut up and go. It’s your turn.”

You end up losing that round, unfortunately, but you have no qualms with stripping out of your jeans and kicking them to the side. The next round, you lose again, except you decide to use one of your passes which has both boys groaning in defeat.

“Remember,” You coo, “play nice boys.”

The two exchange a look and you wait patiently, taking your shot of whisky in the meantime as Taehyung chides you on encouragingly with a cheeky, “Pour up, baby girl.”

You down the shot in one gulp, wincing as it burns down your throat, then chase it quickly with the drink you had stolen from their kitchen. A drowsy smirk tugs at Taehyung’s lips as he takes another rip from the bong, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he hums insouciantly, “I’ve got your dare.”

There’s a split moment where he makes eye contact with you and pushes his hair out of his eyes.

“Come here and kiss me.”

Had you been sober, you might have rolled your eyes at his simple yet assertive dare but, instead, you can’t help but snicker as you lean across to him from your seat on the floor and pull him down for a not so graceful kiss. His whisky coated tongue instantly collides with yours in an open mouthed frenzy that’s full of teeth clashing and wet sounds but it’s hot, too hot, even as Taehyung pulls you closer to him with his hand grasping at your chin. You instinctively react, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you suck hard, momentarily forgetting about Jungkook sitting in the room.

A moan emits from you as your fingers thread through his hair. Jungkook is left to watch but his eyes stay locked on your figure and the way you cave so easily to Taehyung, the way your mouth moves against his. He can’t seem to tear his eyes away from your position on your hands and knees, or the way you arch your back in an attempt to get closer to Taehyung, and he certainly can’t seem to look away from the tempting curve of your ass jutting in his direction. All Jungkook suddenly wants is for you to be kissing him the same way you’re kissing Taehyung.

You’re only interrupted when he finds the nerve to clear his throat after a few moments. “Nah, it’s alright, I’ll just sit here. Do you guys want me to leave?”

He’s being sarcastic, of course, and when you and Taehyung part to look at the boy, he’s scowling. The two of you chuckle lightly but don’t respond, though you remember the game you’re still playing. Taehyung kisses you one last time before you settle back onto the floor, a sheepish giggle bubbling in your chest. Taehyung loses the next round and he decides to strip down into his underwear though he hasn’t lost yet (the goal is nudity and neither of your drunk selves have enough dignity left to give up before then).

The round after that, you lose again. You decide, once more, to use another one of your passes and the two boys pause, thinking of a dare for you as you take a shot (which, you have realized, only get harder to take as time passes).

“I have one,” Taehyung says at long last.

“Bro,” Jungkook groans, “if you just wanna fuck, let me know. I’ll leave. I don’t think I can sit here and watch you dare her to suck your face again.”

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head. “Easy there. I was just gonna suggest that you━” he points at you before nodding toward Jungkook, “give him a lap dance.”

“A what?” Jungkook’s jaw drops open, his eyes widening. “M-Me?”

You glance up at Taehyung, quirking an eyebrow. “Him?”

Taehyung erupts into another fit of laughter but he’s the only one who finds the situation hilarious because you and Jungkook continue to sit there, dumbfounded. When Taehyung calms himself down, he wipes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Are you seriously telling me you haven’t been noticing?” he asks.

“Noticing what?”

“The way Jungkook keeps eye-fucking you,” Taehyung says simply.

Jungkook gaps. “The fuck? I haven’t.”

“Jungkook, you’re not exactly sly,” Taehyung says. “He’s been doing it the whole night, babe. It’s not the first time he’s done it, too. I just figured we could do him a little favour.”

Your turn to look up at Jungkook and purse your lips. He’s seated in Taehyung’s desk chair and has a frown painted on his face. It’s not like it comes as a surprise to you because he’s constantly trying to flirt with you even when you’re sober but his sudden flustered appearance puzzles you slightly. You’ll admit the idea is ludicrous, but Jungkook is undeniably hot, and grinding on his dick sounds more than wonderful to you in your current state. Either way, you stand to your feet.

“I’ll do it,” You say. “Why not?”

“Wh-What?” Jungkook yelps. “You will?”

“Yeah,” You flash him a pearly smirk. “What? Is confident Jungkookie finally shy?”

At the mention of the taunting nickname, he straightens up in his seat and scowls. “No. I’m just surprised you gave in so easily. You must really like me, huh?”

“Keep dreaming, Jeon,” You retort.

The music is still playing in the background as you slink towards Jungkook’s seated figure. Meanwhile, Taehyung is watching with an amused look on his face and sits back, clearly enjoying the view as he tells you that you have three minutes. As you approach Jungkook, he leans back in his seat and watches you with dark eyes. Jungkook’s eyes sweep over your figure, from the way you muse your hands through your messy hair, your tight tank top with one strap falling down your shoulder, your lacy and scantily clad underwear, and your smooth legs. He gulps at the sight and shifts in his seat.

As soon as you’re standing in front of him, you whirl around so that your back is to him and jutt your butt out just enough to catch his attention as you sway your hips to the music. Your hands ghost up your sides just faintly enough so that chills run down your spine and you lock eyes with Taehyung for a split second to see him grinning. You sit back on Jungkook’s lap and his breath hitches in his throat suddenly. He hates to admit how easily you’re driving him crazy and as soon as you are but he takes the time to enjoy the dance anyway, eyes staying trained on your ass as you grind against him in agonizingly slow circles and right against his dick nestled against his thigh. He can’t help it when a moan emits from him.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts, raking his hands through his hair. You snicker at his reaction, craning your neck to look behind at him.

“Enjoying yourself, Kookie?”

“N-No,” he rasps. This is a lie, of course. “Turn around.”

His command only humours you but you don’t disobey. You get up for a second to spin around and face him before climbing back onto his lap, swinging one leg over his. Before you drop your hips completely on him, you’re rocking them back and forth against the thin air, your hands snaking around his neck. His hands suddenly find purchase on your waist and he yanks you down onto him with a sudden neediness that surprises you, though you don’t complain. You continue to grind against his lap and you can’t help your greedy self when your hands reach out to run up and down his toned chest. He shivers at your slightest touch, his jaw clenched, but he keeps his gaze focused on your eyes, as if challenging you for more. Behind you, Taehyung is taking another hit from the bong and laughs lightly at Jungkook’s reactions.

“Let him touch you,” Taehyung says.

You expect Jungkook to listen to Taehyung and reach out to grab onto you but he hesitates, his hands remaining at your hips. So, instead, you take his hands in yours and begin pulling them up, sliding them along your midriff and up to your chest. You don’t even flinch as you let him cup your boobs over your clothes and you watch him slyly as he gulps.

“Is this the first time you’ve actually touched a girl, Jungkook?” You quip. “You’re gawking at my boobs like it is. Not gonna wet yourself, hm?”

“Fuck off,” he growls, though there’s no malice in his voice.

Instead, he focuses his attention on your breasts and the weight of them in his palm. They’re soft and supple and he squeezes them firmly, jiggles the flesh as he fondles at you blatantly. He hates to admit it but he feels as if he’s going to combust at any second, repressing the sudden urge to tear off your shirt and burrow his head in your chest, your boobs in his mouth. He doesn’t know whether the soft moan that slips from your parted pink lips is intentional to mess with him or because you had been getting carried away yourself. Either way, Jungkook’s certain it’s the hottest thing he’s heard in a while, the hottest thing he’s seen in a while, and he hates how his sudden erection forms, how embarrassing it must be. When you feel his hardened length start to poke at your thigh, you look down at him past your lashes and smirk.

“Are you hard already, Kookie?” You giggle.

Taehyung roars with laughter abruptly and the outburst only makes Jungkook redden.

“I━I━” he stammers helplessly.

You shake your head at him and then purposely press your hips a little more firmly against his, gripping at his shoulders now. You’re challenging him now too, and he doesn’t know what you have in mind but you’re wickedly set on making him cum in his pants before Taehyung stops you.

“Time’s up,” he says.

Jungkook almost groans out loud in frustration when you pull away and step off of his lap. He’s embarrassingly hard now but his drunk self doesn’t try very hard to hide it. Taehyung’s stare is settled on Jungkook as you walk back to your seat but, before you can even sit down, Taehyung is beckoning you over.

“Come here, babe,” he hums. You look at him curiously but move in his direction. “What do you say we help Jungkook with his problem, huh?”

“Help? How?” You question.

“Come sit,” Taehyung gestures to his thigh.

Jungkook watches with silent seething jealousy as you take a seat on Taehyung’s thigh and then he’s kissing you, pressing his lips against your neck. You react almost instantly, your head craning to allow him more access and your eyes clamp shut, your mouth hanging open in delight.

“Tae━” You mewl, tugging at his hair, as if to prompt him wordlessly about Jungkook’s presence. But when does it become too much? Every action seems to keep building and building, that you know where the night surely must be heading; that you crave it.

Taehyung’s tongue swirls at your neck, his lips sucking on the sensitive skin, before he peeks one eye open to look at Jungkook.

“Look at him,” Taehyung hums against you. “Look at how jealous he is right now. Look at how bad he wants to be me right now.”

You take a moment to register his words, your head spinning. You struggle to find Jungkook as Taehyung continues to ravish your neck. Jungkook’s stare is hard, his jaw clenched; his hands are balled into tight fists that let you see the bulging veins in his arms. Is he jealous? Angry?

Taehyung suddenly bites down onto your neck and you gasp in surprise, leaning against his chest. His nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt which he lifts and discards on the floor with ease. Next to come off is your bra. You don’t realize your torso is bare until a slight breeze hits your breasts and perks your nipples and Taehyung reaches up to cup the soft tissue in his large hands and Jungkook can’t look away because, fuck, touching you is all he really wants to do.

“Do you see him staring now?” Taehyung asks. “Do you see how desperate he is for you? Look at how bad he wants to touch you right now, baby girl. Will you let him?”

You’re still staring at Jungkook as Taehyung speaks and note how fast Jungkook’s demeanour has changed. He looks helpless, his erection more prominent in his straining jeans which he shamelessly palms at to feel some sort of relief.

“Better yet,” Taehyung hums, averting your attention back to him. He’s sliding one of his hands down your front and in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. His digits come in contact with your clothed pussy and the sudden touch, light and feathery, makes you jump and gasp. You hadn’t been aware of how wet you had been until he touched you just then and the coil in your stomach only tightens with each passing second. “Will you let him play with you?”

It takes you a second to respond, though that isn’t because you’re struggling to decide. The thought entices you far more than you ever believed it could. Taehyung is suddenly rubbing his fingers against your clothed clit in so very slow circles that it suddenly has you tripping over your own thoughts. You’re biting hard onto your lower lip as you force yourself to nod hastily.

“Do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“Fuck, yes,” You whine. “Mmm, Tae━”

Taehyung shifts you in his lap so that your back is pressed against his chest, leaning all your weight against him. It’s hard to focus as one of his hands fondles one of your breasts while his other presses figure eights onto your clit. You’re on full display for Jungkook now, though his eyes fall to the wet spot that forms on your pretty little underwear as your arousal leaks from you.

“How badly do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“So badly,” You whimper.

This catches Jungkook’s attention and he leans forward in his seat. Taehyung smirks against you and then he’s moving, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs to hook around the waistband of your underwear. He gives it a quick tug and you fumble to lift your hips so he can pull the useless fabric down your legs. Once it pools at your feet, you kick it off to the side and then Taehyung’s hand returns between your thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

You do as you’re told, pushing your thighs apart but then instinctively squeezing them shut when Taehyung continues to press his fingers against your clit. The sudden stimulation is too much for you and your face begins to heat up so Taehyung uses the chance to push your legs apart for you. He hitches one of your thighs over his own as if to anchor you in place and it works.

“Can you stay like that for me, baby?” Taehyung drawls. “Look at Jungkook for me.”

You nod, your throat dry as you lift your gaze to lock eyes once more with Jungkook. You find the boy gawking at your sex and you moan suddenly. His head snaps up to stare at you with a sudden blazing determination and lust in his eyes before they fall once more to your pussy, admiring the way it pulsates each time Taehyung swipes at your clit or tweaks at your nipples. But the best part? The best part is just how wet you are, your clear juices coating Taehyung’s fingers, spilling onto yours and Taehyung’s thighs with the passing seconds, and suddenly Jungkook is hungry for you. But what he doesn’t know is how you suddenly imagine Jungkook in Taehyung’s place, sat beneath you poised daintily on his lap, his fingers pressing against you.

You twist on top of Taehyung, your own hand reaching up to grasp at your other breast, pinching at the nipple tightly. A delighted moan fumbles from your lips. “Jungkook━ Fuck━”

“It’s nice, yeah?” Taehyung asks aloud to the other boy. “She’s pretty, hm?”

Jungkook nods eagerly and then groans. “She’s dripping. Fuck, it’s so hot.”

Your face burns at his words but you don’t have enough wits to think of a snarky retort like usual.

Taehyung chuckles. “Why don’t you come here then and touch her? Taste her? Is that okay, baby?”

When you realize Taehyung is asking you, you nod eagerly. “Shit, please━ Jungkook, wanna feel you━”

At your request, Jungkook practically tumbles out of his seat. As soon as he’s standing on his feet, the realization seems to hit him and he takes his time, walking to you slowly. His gaze sweeps over your exposed body and he licks his lips, his eyes suddenly darkening. Taehyung doesn’t stop touching you or marking your neck his even as Jungkook walks closer and it hits you in that moment what exactly you’re doing and who you’re with ━ and you fucking love it. Jungkook kneels down in front of you and Taehyung nods in encouragement.

“She’s impatient and feisty,” Taehyung informs. “But that makes her fun to tease.”

“I know how to pleasure a girl,” Jungkook quips.

“But you don’t know how to pleasure Y/N,” Taehyung replies. “You’re too cocky, Jungkookie, and she doesn’t like that. You need to take your time with her and you don’t do that often with girls, do you?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond but, judging by his face, you assume Taehyung is right.

“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asks. He’s staring at your face now and only your face. His intense stare makes you squirm on Taehyung’s lap, and makes you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“Touch me,” You rasp. “Touch me, please, Jungkook.”

God, how he loves hearing you moan his name. But the anticipation is killing you. You’ve felt Taehyung’s fingers plenty of time; you’ve never felt Jungkook’s, and the abrupt need seems to grow more intense with each passing second.

“You heard her, Jungkookie,” Taehyung says. He draws his hand away from your heat and kisses your neck softly. “Go on. Touch her. Be gentle, go slow.”

Jungkook is shaking with excitement ━ or maybe it’s just the weed and alcohol in his bloodstream ━ but he eyes you carefully, gnawing down on his lower lip. He reaches out at a tedious pace and hesitates, his fingers hovering over your core. Taehyung is watching with eager eyes whilst planting open mouthed kisses along your shoulders, neck, and jawline. Jungkook finally presses his fingers against your pussy and your reaction is immediate. You toss your head back against Taehyung’s shoulder and jutt your hips forward.

“Nnngh, fuck, Kook━” You whimper. “M-More━ Wanna feel more━”

Jungkook takes that as a good sign and follows after Taehyung, rubbing circles into your clit slowly. He feels just how wet you are, his fingers coating with your cum as they move with ease past your folds, and it’s enough to let the wave of glee wash over him again.

“See? Look how much she loves it already,” Taehyung says. “Keep going.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. As he rubs his fingers over your clit, his other hand comes up in a greedy fashion. He can’t stop himself from slipping a finger past your folds and it takes all you can not to moan out loud but you give up on the prospect of remaining quiet when it feels so good to have both boys on you.

“Let him know how you feel, baby,” Taehyung purs. “How he’s making you feel.”

You struggle to find your voice momentarily, too caught up with the lust and desire but then a cry of delight falls from your lips. “Fuck, ah, Jungkook! That feels s-so good━”

Jungkook’s head snaps up to look at you in pure disbelief.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I never thought you’d moan my name and now you’re so wet and tight and for me━”

“And me,” Taehyung admonishes offhandedly.

Jungkook doesn’t reply but that’s mostly because he’s suddenly fixated on curling his finger inside of you and watching your every reaction. Your hips jut forward and you cry out, panting at the blissful feeling but it isn’t enough. You need more, and you need more now. As if Taehyung can read your mind, he chimes in again, disrupting yours and Jungkook’s reverie.

“Why don’t you have a taste of her?” he asks. “You won’t regret it.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up and he watches as you nod eagerly, desperate pleas coming from your mouth. Jungkook lowers himself down between your thighs and you wait with bated breath before he’s licking a clean stripe against your folds with his flattened tongue. The sudden slippery warmth has your body writhing in pleasure.

“Jungkook━” You cry out. “Oh my god━”

Jungkook grins. Then he’s licking at you again, tasting your sweet succulence, and groans into your hot core.

“Shit,” Jungkook huffs. “You taste amazing.”

He nibbles down slightly on your clit without warning and tugs. You instantly jerk into his mouth, a strangled moan ripping from your throat that sounds something like a scold of his name and a desperate plea for more. “Jungkook!”

Taehyung snickers against your neck and you can feel Jungkook’s lips curl into a taunting smirk between your thighs. Jungkook’s finger still curls deep within you as his tongue returns to lapping at your clit and you can feel his nose brushing against you the deeper he burrows into you. Meanwhile, Taehyung is continuing to ravish your neck, his hands tweaking at your nipples. The onslaught of senses is so much for you that you nearly scream when Jungkook’s tongue dips into your heat so suddenly to accompany his finger. He laps at you hungrily and you gasp, your breath stuttering as your hands come down to tug hard in his raven locks, your hips bucking forward and into his mouth. It feels fantastic, too incredible for you to put into words, as you feel the wetness of his tongue lap at your walls and suddenly you’re aware of just how susceptible you are to both of the boys near you.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Jungkook,” You moan.

“Now who’s the needy one?” Jungkook coos against your cunt. “Gonna cum on my tongue?”

“P-Please━ Want it so badly, Kook━”

He smacks his lips against you, taking as much as he can of you into his mouth and sucking hard until all you hear are the lewd wet sounds of his tongue and finger working miracles against you. You’re clutching his hair so tight, pushing him closer into your heat but he doesn’t relent. One of his hands comes up to hold onto your waist, to push you firmly back onto Taehyung’s lap and closer into Jungkook’s mouth. You can feel Taehyung’s budding erection poking against your thigh and it’s enough to make you flustered once more.

In an attempt to help Taehyung, you find yourself grinding not only into Jungkook’s mouth but onto Taehyung’s lap, earning a growl into your neck. Taehyung’s free hand comes up to your chin which he grabs roughly. He forces you to look at him and then he’s smashing his lips onto yours in a heated fashion for an entirely ungraceful kiss. It’s needy and hot, completely open mouthed as your tongues mingle in the air and as Taehyung sucks on your lower lip. Yet you tear your gaze from Taehyung to look down at Jungkook as he buries himself further into your pussy, his nose nuzzling against your clit. You’re dripping by now and you can see your own juices smear onto his lips, dribble down to his chin, and it’s the hottest thing you could ever imagine seeing. He doesn’t seem to care as it spills down his neck and suddenly the mere sight has you squirming again. You part from Taehyung’s mouth with a wet pop that rings in your ears and moan.

“Fuck━ nghn, I━I━ think I’m close,” You whimper.

“Fuuck, yes,” Jungkook growls against you.

“Let it go, baby,” Taehyung hums, nibbling at your ear. “Cum for him, for us.”

Jungkook’s pace quickens, pumping his finger faster in you and sucking at your clit until you have no more strength to hold off. Your hands fumble in his hair, trying desperately to pull him closer, and you hate how badly you want your sweet release already. It doesn’t help when Taehyung twists your body ever so slightly so that he can lean down to your breasts and catch one of your nipples between his teeth. His tongue swishes back and forth against the perked bud and you whimper again, the coil in your stomach tightening and loosening.

You’re so close now and Jungkook can hear it, can feel it, can taste it. You don’t have much longer after that before your orgasm is hitting you hard.

“I’m gonna━” You reach out to grasp at Jungkook’s hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, Jungkook━”

You cry out suddenly, the coil in your stomach springing apart. Jungkook moans into your pussy as you cum, pulsating around his tongue and finger and dripping into his mouth. You’re reduced to nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess against Taehyung as you buck back and forth into Jungkook’s mouth to ride out your high. Taehyung pulls apart from you to rub circles into your hips and the seemingly gentle move somehow soothes the intense wave of pleasure into something much sweeter. Fire burns at your core and flicks outward until your whole body is warm and numb and then you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, panting hard. Jungkook drinks up every last bit of you and you begin to cringe at the oversensitivity before you gain some of your wits again. You push his head away hastily and this time he relents.

“Did all your little happy wet dreams finally come true, Jeon?” You snicker languidly.

The boy sits back on his knees and looks up at you, locking gazes with yours. You can finally see his face, his tousled black hair, his swollen red lips, and chin, all of which are covered in your perfect sheen. He licks at his lips and wipes at his chin and neck where his tongue can’t reach and he does all of this without breaking eye contact with you. A small smirk forms on his face and suddenly you’re filled with an intense need for payback.

“Yeah, you act confident now but you seemed to enjoy it when you were riding my face,” Jungkook says. You roll your eyes, about to reply before he adds, “So, you’re welcome.”

“You’re impossible,” You huff, pushing yourself off of Taehyung’s lap.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Taehyung mewls behind you. “We still need you.”

“Oh, I know,” You quip. You reach down to grab onto Jungkook’s chin, forcing him to look up at you. “But it’s my turn, don’t you think, Tae?”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. Jungkook, however, hardly looks bothered, though he seems a little taken aback by your sudden assertiveness when you begin pulling him up to his feet before pushing him back onto the bed. Taehyung scoots over so that the three of you can fit comfortably on his bed and then you’re moving, crawling over to Jungkook on your hands and knees.

“Are you trying to intimidate me?” Jungkook asks. “Because this is sexier than it is scary.”

You’re hovering over his crotch when he speaks, your greedy hands reaching forward to brush against his hard dick straining in his jeans. He nearly jolts in his seat at the sudden touch and you and Taehyung giggle again.

“Mmm, baby, teach him a lesson,” Taehyung hums. “Suck him off nice and slow but don’t let him cum.”

“Not unless he begs for it,” You say wickedly.

Taehyung stifles a chuckle. “I told you she’s feisty, Jungkookie.”

The younger boy is eyeing you carefully as you busy yourself by undoing the belt buckle on his jeans. He acts unimpressed, unfazed, as you unbutton his jeans and began sliding them off his legs, but you can see the needy and impatient glint in his eyes. Your eyes fall immediately to the ever present straining bulge in his boxers and you gulp in response, licking your lips. You can’t help yourself when you reach out to brush your fingers faintly along his length. He jolts in his seat and grits his teeth, shooting you a hard glare.

“Are you seriously going to tease me?” Jungkook grumbles. “We can skip all of that, y’know━”

“It’s payback, Jeon,” You hum, running your fingers down his dick and then back up again. “Where’s the fun in it if I skip all of the teasing?”

“You know,” Taehyung murmurs from beside you. He’s reclining back, watching you with intense eyes and is completely shameless about his prominent erection contained by his boxers. “I’m surprised the idiot hasn’t referred to his dick yet as Jungcock.”

You giggle, an all too innocent and sweet sound for the way you’re palming at Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook, who is apparently having a rather difficult time keeping up with his surroundings while your fingers continue to work against him, scoffs. His eyebrows knit together as he throws a beady glare at the older boy.

“You’re ruining the mood,” he grunts.

Taehyung clicks his tongue against his teeth, a smirk tugging at his luscious lips. “Of course. I digress.”

You turn your attention back to Jungkook who’s staring down at your hand with parted lips and a crease in his brows. Without warning, you grasp him through his boxers and he groans suddenly, bucking forward. The desperation of his situation only seems to increase in severity when you peel back the elastic band of his boxers and slide them off his legs, finally freeing his dick which springs out from it’s confines. He’s much bigger than you expected, his tip angry and red, leaking with pearly beads that dribble down his length and the bulging veins that line it.

“You’re staring again,” Jungkook hums when he notices you pause, your eyes wide. “Sure you don’t like what you see?”

You shake yourself from your daze and frown. “Shut up.”

The boy starts to chuckle at your flustered expression but yelps when you clasp your fingers around the base of his cock. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and excites you even more. You start pumping him slowly, guiding your hands up and down his length in careful and measured motions, wiping your thumb across his tip each time you reach it. Jungkook shudders in your touch, his teeth coming down to gnaw hard on his lower lip. His eyes are glued to your hands working against him, his face scrunching up in pure euphoria.

“Mmm, fuck,” he grunts, his head lolling back. “Stop teasing me and go faster.”

You don’t listen. If anything, you slow your pace and it has him so frustrated that he lets an involuntary whimper escape him. He bucks into your clenched hand, practically begging for more but remains quiet, safe for his heavy panting.

“You heard her, Kook,” Taehyung says. “Beg for her.”

“There’s no way I’m begging,” Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth. “Never. I never have and never will.”

“Bullshit,” You scoff. You fondle at his balls with your other hand and he moans again. Your hand comes to a complete halt all of a sudden, interrupting Jungkook as he is about to speak. Before he can protest, you lean down and lick at his tip, swirling your tongue around him once to taste his saltiness. His hips rut forward into you but you pull back almost immediately and find Jungkook gaping. You meet his desperate eyes for a steady gaze. “Beg. Just once, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook’s stare wavers as you run your fingers along his tip, squeezing slightly. He tries to compose himself, to remain calm, but when you are relentless, he caves very easily. He only gives in when you kiss the base of his cock. And those eyes ━ fuck, the way your eyes turn so wide and already look so fucked out. How could he resist you?

“Fuck, fuck, okay,” he gasps. “I need more, baby, please. Ah, please━ You feel so fucking good.”

His needy pleas satisfy you and your lips curl into a devious grin. You lower yourself on him suddenly, licking a clean stripe up his length and he moans loudly. You enclose your mouth around his tip and suck, earning a small growl from him as he pushes his hips forward for more. In the next second, you sink your mouth down his length, taking as much of him as you can.

“Fuck!” he moans abruptly. “Ahh, shit, that feels amazing, baby.”

You hollow out your cheeks as you pull your head up and then back down, starting at an even pace that has him moaning and writhing beneath you. He feels much bigger in your mouth but you don’t mind even when he bucks himself into you unexpectedly and hits the back of your throat. The action makes you gag around him and, in return, he curses at the way it feels.

“K-Keep doing that,” he mumbles. “Please, fuck, just like that.”

His fingers thread in your hair and he pulls you down greedily on him but you don’t refuse.

“Can you do it, baby girl?” Taehyung questions. His hand finds his way on your back where he rubs gentle circles into your skin. “Can you take all of him in your mouth?”

You nod carefully around Jungkook’s hardened length.

“Good girl,” Taehyung smirks. “Go slow.”

You follow his orders, sinking gradually onto Jungkook until you feel the tip of him hitting the back of your throat. You gag once more but, instead of pulling back, you shut your eyes and take a few deep breaths in through your nose. In, out, in, out, and then you swallow. Jungkook’s reaction is sudden and intense. He bucks into your mouth unwillingly and moans even louder, his fingers clutching at your roots.

“That’s it, baby,” Taehyung hums and his sudden presence is comforting.

“A-Again,” Jungkook stammers. “Again, please━ holy shit, you feel amazing.”

You swallow again and then a third and each time you can feel yourself sinking lower onto him. Tears prickle at your eyes as your nose is suddenly pressed against his lower abdomen but his reactions are well worth it and so you continue.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung says, planting a chaste kiss against your shoulder. “You deserve some more attention, hm?”

His fingers slowly rub circles down your back, his lips following your arch and has you shivering beneath him, before stopping at the dip just above your ass. He’s kneeling behind you now, his fingers massaging into your thighs. You sigh against Jungkook when you feel Taehyung’s fingers continue their trek to your ass, rubbing you carefully. You, in response, push your hips back, waiting for more.

“You’re still so wet, baby,” Taehyung says. “I bet you’d come with one touch of my finger.”

With Jungkook buried hilt deep inside your mouth, you’re hardly prepared for when Taehyung slips his fingers underneath to your folds. It’s embarrassing to admit how right he is. You react instantly, moaning around Jungkook and jutting your hips back for more. The simple vibration has Jungkook groaning, his hips bucking forward. You hadn’t even been aware of just how wet you are before Taehyung pointed it out but then you can feel it, pulsing out of you and dripping down the top of your inner thighs.

“But you need more, don’t you?” Taehyung asks. “How about my cock? Will you let me fuck you, baby girl?”

You nod eagerly, the simple question exciting you even more. Taehyung chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to the arch of your back.

“But you’ll have to be good and keep pleasuring Jungkook too, okay?” Taehyung says.

You hum in response and swallow around Jungkook as if to tell both boys that you have no plans on stopping. Jungkook twitches inside you and scrunches his eyes shut.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” he grumbles. “Hurry up. Any time you touch her, she swallows. It feels so good.”

Taehyung snickers but he takes his time. He runs his fingers up and down your folds until you’re moaning needily against Jungkook. You look over your shoulder to see Taehyung’s fingers wrapped around his own hardened and pulsating erection, pumping himself a few times as he stares at you carefully. He positions himself behind you and takes the chance to run his tip and length along your folds. You whimper suddenly, hoping your desperate noises will spur him on.

“You want more, baby?” Taehyung asks.

You hum again, your voice muffled and hoarse.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Only because you’ve been so good.”

You have no time to brace yourself from the sudden impact of feelings. He doesn’t do much except for push himself into you, past your folds. It’s only just the tip and yet your heart jolts in your chest, the coil in your stomach tightens. It feels so good to finally have something of larger girth in you that you gap, simultaneously sinking down further onto Jungkook. The two boys grunt above you, both of them panting hard.

“You feel so good, baby,” Taehyung mumbles. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder, his other hand coming up to rest on the dip of your lower back to guide you. He slowly, so very slowly, pushes himself into you, inch by inch, so you can feel the way he stretches you open, feel the way he buries into you. Your leaking arousal only proves to be of an advantage, letting him easily push into you without any trouble. Your fingers grip the bed sheets beneath you in an ironclad grip and you squeak when he’s finally buried hilt deep within you. You nearly gag around Jungkook again, who’s still panting and writhing above you, but the way Taehyung’s tongue marks patterns into your shoulder comforts you. You whine against Jungkook, pushing your hips back for more and the simplicity of your action has Taehyung’s breath hitching in his throat.

“So warm,” he grunts and then sighs against your back. “You always feel so amazing.”

He still hasn’t moved and you’re beginning to grow impatient, distraught over the feeling of him rock hard inside you but unmoving. You debate pulling apart from Jungkook to yell at Taehyung but you assume he can understand your haste judging by the way your body writhes beneath him, your fingers clench into fists. He pulls out in one languid movement, his breath stuttering, until only his tip is left before he pushes himself back in, equally as slow. He sets at a steady, easy pace that, at the very least, lets you grasp onto some sensible thoughts and pushes you to keep pleasing Jungkook. Jungkook can’t take it anymore; he starts rutting his hips up into your mouth with gritted teeth. It’s a hot, erotic mess of mingled moans and groans but you never want it to stop ━ in fact, you want more.

“You like that, baby?” Taehyung grunts.

You nod hurriedly, humming in response.

“Ah, fuck━” Taehyung groans. “Want it harder?”

You nod once more, this time eagerly. When Taehyung pulls back one more time, he slams himself back into you without any warning and you jerk forward, sinking down onto Jungkook. The younger boy moans, his head lolling back as his fingers twisting in your hair. You don’t expect Taehyung to do the same thing again, pull out slowly and then push himself back in with more force, but he does, and he repeats the action again and again until he abandons it for a whole new pace. Soon, he’s thrusting into you hard and fast but always making sure his hips reconnect with yours before pulling out so you can feel him practically in your throat.

“Like being fucked like this?” Taehyung asks. “You like being used like a little slut?”

His thrusts are relentless suddenly, jerking your body and back and forth until he’s fucking you in a way that has you sucking off Jungkook just right so that you hardly have to put in any effort. Although his hard thrusts feel amazing, each time you’re pushed forward, you sink further down onto Jungkook unwillingly and that, paired with the way Jungkook frantically fucks himself into your mouth, you nearly gag each time as he hits the back of your throat, drool pooling at your lips and dribbling down your chin. Tears prick at your eyes from the feeling and it’s too pleasing to quit, to pull away from Jungkook just yet. Jungkook’s staring down at you when he notices your scrunched up face. You’re surprised when his hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing reassuringly into your cheekbone.

“You’re doing so━ ah, fuck━ so well, baby,” he rasps.

You can taste the saltiness of precum on the tip of your tongue and you wonder how close he is. You have no qualms in finishing him off then and there but soon the pleasure you’re receiving from Taehyung becomes too much. Soon, he’s hitting you at an angle that shakes something in you. You pull apart from Jungkook with a loud pop, saliva and cum coating his length and your lips, and a gasp wretches from your throat.

“Fuck!” You cry hoarsely. “Ah, T-Taehyung!”

You’re too weak to push yourself up and end up burying your head in Jungkook’s lower abdomen, feeling the heat consume you. You’re near numb, senseless, as you let Taehyung ravish your body, fuck you hard into the mattress and Jungkook. It’s a frantic build up, an intense wave of emotions that you seem to pass through, and you can hardly bring yourself to react. All you can hear is the sound of moaning and skin against skin and the heat seems to make its way up to your head, making you warm and fuzzy. Jungkook gently pulls at your face, lifting you up and bringing you to him so that he can smash his lips onto yours and all you can taste is bitter liquor, you, and him, but that doesn’t stop him from sucking on your lower lip even when you pull apart to moan and gasp.

“T-Tae,” You sob. “Fuck, Tae, I━I’m c━close━”

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”

You shake your head frantically at the sensitive sting between your legs still raw from your orgasm from Jungkook, shutting your eyes. Taehyung’s hands find their way onto your hips and he pulls you down his length until you’re balls deep and pauses. He lifts your hips and you can feel him twitch inside you that it even makes your own thighs tremble and shake. You’re sure you’ll collapse on him if he doesn’t hold onto you and he must realize this too because he grips your hips tight to continue thrusting into you. Soon you’re tumbling towards your high. Taehyung’s pumps are frantic, growing sloppy with each passing second, as he pushes you to yours and his high. The coil snaps in your stomach again and you’re in a moment of freefall where you’re stunned by the wave of pleasure. Then, Taehyung is bringing you back down to reality with his hard thrusts, the way he moans, and the lewd wet sounds of him pumping himself into you.

“Ah, T-Tae━” You whimper. “So good, fuck━”

His name falls from your lips in a repeated mantra. You crumble beneath him, collapsing entirely against Jungkook, who’s brushing your hair away from your face. You’re shaking with each touch, your walls pulsing around Taehyung and clenching hard. He moans and curses behind you and you know he must be close to his high because he, too, is fumbling for it. His thrusts are even more hasty and soon he’s reaching his climax. His moans increase in volume and his thrusts become sloppier until he finally pulls his cock from your walls and nearly collapses against your back.

With his hand clenched tightly around his shaft, he jerks himself off until he’s releasing onto your back in white hot spurts. He’s panting hard, sweat coating his forehead, but he takes the time to press chaste kisses along your back and shoulders as the two of you attempt to calm your shrill hearts. It’s silent in the room for a moment despite your panting breaths. Taehyung takes a moment to grab his discarded shirt and wipe at the mess he’s made before he collapses next to you at long last with a huff of air. You moan wearily, rolling off of Jungkook to lay on your back between the two.

“God, you’re amazing,” Taehyung sighs.

You giggle up at the boy and lean towards him to kiss. His fingers rake in your hair and a few silent seconds pass before you’re nearly back to an even breathing pace. That’s when you notice Jungkook, his hand gripped tightly around his still painfully hard dick.

“Jungkook,” You pur his name, catching his attention. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he quips.

“It’s your turn,” Taehyung points out. Jungkook glances at Taehyung and then down at you, quirking an eyebrow.

“W-Well, I just thought━” Jungkook stammers. “I just thought you’ve had enough. It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“I call bullshit again,” You scoff.

“Baby girl,” Taehyung hums, “do you want Jungkookie to fuck you?”

You nod eagerly but Jungkook doesn’t seem too convinced, or maybe he’s hesitant. Taehyung’s eyeing him closely, curiously, before he gaps. He bursts out into a fit of chuckles, earning both yours and Jungkook’s attention.

“Shit, of course,” Taehyung grins. “He’s probably gonna let go the minute he’s in you. You’re close, hm?”

“Only because she’s already been down on me,” Jungkook grumbles.

“You know that’s not it,” Taehyung replies. “You’ve been wanting this forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes suddenly darken as he glares at the older boy. “Taehyung.”

“Wait, what?” You ask, turning to gawk at both.

“Jungkook has a little crush on you,” Taehyung smirks. “This is all he’s ever wanted. I bet he’ll bust a nut the second he fucks you and he’s embarrassed.”

You gasp as you turn to face Jungkook who looks entirely disgruntled but you’re more shocked about the fact that Jungkook likes you than anything else. Jungkook, notoriously arrogant fuckboy, who’s seemingly made it his mission to give you a headache every waking moment by trying to flirt with you. And maybe you’ve always sort of known it; maybe you’ve always sort of felt the same.

“That’s not true!” Jungkook protests. “I━I━ Well, Tae hardly finishes when he’s with another girl. He’s jacked off to the thought of you before, too━”

Taehyung starts. “Fuck off━”

You’re stuck between the bickering boys, staring up at both of them with a dumbfounded expression. Before either boy can strangle the other, you’re speaking up and interrupting them.

“I don’t mind,” You say. “I’m just… surprised.”

Both boys are silent now, aggravated probably, and you giggle. You reach up to rake your fingers in Taehyung’s hair and then look up at Jungkook, using your other hand to grab onto his chin once more and force him to face you.

“Come here, you idiot,” You drawl. “I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your dick.”

Jungkook seems taken aback but then his eyes are sweeping down your body and he writhes in his seat. Before he can protest, you’re pulling him down onto you to kiss. It’s passionate and rough but hot altogether as your lips smack against one anothers. Jungkook’s desperate situation seems to hit him again, especially when you snake one of your hands down to his length and wrap your fingers around him to jerk him off. He pulls apart from you, gulping.

“Fuck, okay, okay,” he gasps. “I need to be in you right now, please.”

You and Taehyung smirk as Jungkook shifts around on the bed to kneel between your legs. He pauses, glancing up at you once more and noting the way you bite your lower lip seductively, before finally pushing himself in. He goes slow, but not as gradual as Taehyung. You can still feel him stretching you open and he groans. He seems to slide the rest of the way in with a lewd squelch sound because of just how wet you are and then he’s buried balls deep, fitting so snug within you.

“Holy shit,” he whines. “You weren’t kidding, Tae. She feels amazing.”

Taehyung hums in agreement. “What does she feel like? Let her know, Kookie.”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut momentarily to focus. “Wet,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Warm, tight ━ fuck, so tight.”

He marvels at the feeling, wonders how you can still clench so tightly around him despite being stretched wide by Taehyung. He bows his head to rest in the crook of your neck and moans. His words are enough to spur on your own reaction and you whimper against him.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook━”

The sensitivity you feel in your core met with his hard cock makes you cringe but simultaneously pleases you and you’re bucking your hips for more. He groans at the feeling, his hands flying down to grip your hips. He’s big, stretching you wide, but you feel anything but pain except for the sharp burning sensation as the intensity of your past orgasms start to hit you. He rolls his hips back and then thrusts into you so hard that you yelp and jerk back on the bed.

“Go easy on her, Jungkook,” Taehyung admonishes. “She’s not a doll.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighs, nipping at your throat. “You just feel so good, Y/N.”

“I’m okay,” You reassure. You feel his length twitch within you and your head lolls back. “Fuck, I feel more than okay.”

“Can we try something?” Taehyung asks.

He receives two weak nods in response. Jungkook pauses, shifts the two of you until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips, his dick never once slipping from your core. The older boy grabs onto you and yanks you onto his hips.

“What do you say we give Y/N the pleasure she deserves?” he asks. He pushes his length past your folds and is rewarded by the sound of your moans as your jaw unhinges. “Think you can handle both of us, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp.

Jungkook seems just as enticed by this. He’s careful as he pushes his cock into you and your reaction is explosive. With Taehyung already stretching you wide, you wonder how Jungkook will fit but it’s snug and perfect. You can feel him stretching you further, inch by glorious inch, and he hasn’t even begun moving when your walls clench around the two of them. Taehyung hisses in your ear and Jungkook pauses at once, sputtering for air, giving you time to adjust. When Jungkook pushes himself further into your cunt, rubbing against Taehyung’s cock and your own walls, you can’t help the delicious moan that falls from your lips.

“Oh my god,” You whimper. “Fuck, fuck, that feels so fucking good━”

It’s such a sticky, hot mess, and all you can hear is the sound of guttural moans and grunts. You jut your hips forward, a silent plea for something more. Jungkook’s hand grasps at your ass and then he’s pulling out. He growls suddenly, thrusting his hips forward and the sensation suddenly overwhelms you. As he picks up a pace that leaves you breathless, Taehyung slowly thrusts into you and the pleasure becomes too much. Your hands reach out to grab at anything, fingers digging eagerly into Jungkook’s chest, Taehyung’s sides.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook grunts. His face is scrunched in pleasure and concentration, his mouth hanging open.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung growls. “You like being stretched wide like this, huh? Such a good girl too. Fuck━”

He’s sweating, but so are you, and all you can hear is the sound of yours and the boys’ moans, the vulgar wet slap with each thrust Jungkook makes. It’s only amplified with each small leisurely thrust Taehyung makes into your throbbing pussy, his dick rubbing against Jungkook’s with each thrust. Your walls tighten around Jungkook and Taehyung as the seconds pass and you know you’re already close to your third orgasm of the night but you try to hold off despite the room spinning. All you can do is lay there for Jungkook to ravish and control, for Taehyung to enjoy, too caught up in the moment. Your breasts bounce wildly with each thrust Jungkook makes and his gaze seems fixated on your chest before flickering down to watch himself disappear inside you each time. Taehyung is raking his fingers through your hair, soothing you through your next climax and it’s close.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, panting hard. “I’m not gonna last.”

You push your hips forward as if to probe him on and he growls.

“No, shit, let me enjoy this, baby,” he whines. “Ah, so tight━”

He’s grumbling to himself, cursing under his breath and you smirk tiredly. Jungkook leans his head down to kiss at your chest, catching one of your nipples in his warm mouth. His tongue swishes back and forth over the perked bud and your chest arches into his face. Your fingers are clutching tight at his hair even as he obeys and adds more force with each thrust, slowly picking up his pace. His mouth widens and he sinks lower on your breast, humming against you in pleasure. Taehyung’s own pace quickens. It’s not as relentless as Jungkook’s but he makes sure to help aid you to your high, ramming his hips into yours until both their cocks slip into a seamless pattern. All you can focus on is the crude wetness, the way their dicks threaten to slip from your hold at how sloppy and wrecked your cunt becomes.

“Ah, yes,” You hiss. “Fuck, yes, yes━ So good, oh my god━ Right there━”

Your voice is cut off by a loud moan. You feel the familiar wave hit you once more and this time you hardly have any strength to fight it off or welcome it.

“I can’t━” You wail suddenly. “Fuck, I can’t━ I’m gonna cum━”

You’re fumbling for words to warn him that you’re close before you’re cuming around them. Their names wrench from your throat in no discernible pattern, accompanied by vulgar curses. Your body writhes between the two boys, your chest arching into his mouth, your legs tightening around Jungkook’s waist.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Jungkook coos. “Come on, wanna feel you cream all over us━”

Stars form behind your eyelids and explode into galaxies as they swirl down your spine and to the tip of your toes, making them and your fingers curl in delight. Your vision grows blurry and tears stream down your face at the build up of pressure finally being released for the third time and you can’t help it when your mantra turns into delighted sobs and whimpers. You’re clenched so tight that Jungkook feels as if he hardly has any space to move and the confinement of his length has him gasping. He pulls apart from your breast to watch your scrunched up face with hooded eyes. He moans again, and desperately leans down to suck at your jawline.

You’re too spent to keep up with him or Taehyung as he helps you further to your high but you know Jungkook is close when his thrusts become messy, quick spurts. You gasp each time he thrusts up into you until he’s finally cuming.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Gonna cum━ Gonna let us fill you up, baby?”

“Please, please, wanna feel it,” You mewl.

He slams his hips into yours and stills for a moment as he releases into you in one hot wave and emits a beautiful moan of your name. You’re panting hard even as he rides out both your highs with a few more incredibly sloppy pumps before he finally collapses against your chest. The two of you are struggling to catch your breaths, your heart beating in your ears.

The room is silent, blissful, and it takes you a few moments of basking in it before you’ve regained your breath. Your fingers rake in Jungkook’s soft and sweaty hair and you hum in content. His mouth presses a few open mouthed and hot kisses along your neck and jawline before connecting with your own mouth. This time, the kiss is chaste and you smile against his lips before he’s pulling out of you. You moan at the missing feeling of his warmth and the way his own cum leaks from your core, down Taehyung’s cock, and your own thighs.

But Taehyung isn’t done. He thrusts up into you to ride out his own high, pushing Jungkook’s release back into you. His pace is steady, deep, and all you can both do is moan and gasp for air.

“Fuck, Tae,” You rasp tiredly. “Cum for me, baby.”

The boy gasps for air, nearly fumbling behind you to reach his high. “Gonna make this pussy mine. Fuuck━”

When Taehyung finally reaches his own high, it’s in another sticky stream of hot cum, each fluid mingling with the other in a pitiful mess. He pulls his slackened length from you and you whimper at sudden the loss, core and legs aching. As you slide onto the bed between the two tired and breathless boys, Jungkook wipes at your glistening core with a shirt and you sigh in content.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” You gasp, earning a chuckle from both. Jungkook lets out a boisterous laugh and you flick his arm. “If you say anything dumb, we’re never having a round two.”

“Round two?” he asks, wriggling his brows. “You want this to happen again?”

You nod, though you can already start to feel yourself succumb to sleep as it creeps upon you. “What do you think, Tae?”

“I think,” The older boy hums, “that’s your best idea yet.”

Jungkook seems surprised, excited even, and you smile sleepily. Taehyung throws his arm over your waist and pulls your back to his chest, wrapping you in his arms as he slips off to sleep.

Before you fall asleep that night, you snake your arm up Jungkook’s chest and let your hand rest against his beating heart which you can still feel beating shrilly even long after your messy night together.

You awake to the familiar sound of your alarm.

It’s loud, annoying, and jolts you awake only to toss you into a haze of muddled confusion and an incredibly terrible hangover. Your head throbs and your body aches. Sunlight splashes in from the closed blinds and illuminates your face, making you squint.

“Turn that off, Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Taehyung snaps, his voice muffled and aggravated.

Your mind is too groggy to realize he’s sleeping next to you, too groggy to suddenly remember what happened the night before. Until, of course, you feel your limbs tangled with not only Taehyung’s but another’s. When you crane your neck to look, you see Jeon Jungkook splayed out beside you sleeping peacefully and you gasp.

The events of the night before suddenly flood your mind and everything is hazy up until your wild time with the two boys. Your muddled sober mind alerts your heart and suddenly it’s beating hard and fast in your chest as you register the situation. You’re used to waking up with a naked Taehyung by your side but never were you used to waking up next to a naked Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook stirs in his sleep then and you curse silently, diving for your phone on the floor before realizing your drastic mistake. Your core is still tender and your legs feel so delicate, nearly caving in beneath you as you wobble precariously. Somehow, you manage to grab your phone and tap the snooze button hastily. Taehyung’s still half asleep on his side but Jungkook lays on his back and you’re surprised to see him looking up at you with a quirked eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” You hiss. “Holy shit, that wasn’t a dream?”

You gnaw on your lower lip and reach down blindly to grab the nearest article of clothing on the floor (one of Taehyung’s shirts) to toss over your bare body. To soothe your aching muscles, you resort to kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“It wasn’t,” Taehyung murmurs.

“Nice to know you think our dicks are dream worthy though,” Jungkook snorts. “So when’s our round two?”

Your promise from the night before dawns on you all too suddenly and, though you feign your usual annoyance for both boys, the potential prospect of another night with the two of them thrills you to no end.

“I━ I━” You stammer.

“Come back here, baby,” Taehyung muses. “It’s too early to be up right now. You can sleep a bit longer before you pretend you hate the both of us.”

Your eyes flicker down to your phone to check the time: 6 a.m. You can barely walk, let alone function this early in the morning, even without the added stress of your hangover, and sleep seems far too appealing to ignore. Maybe you can stay for a few more hours…

“Fine,” You grumble. You crawl back between them and wiggle around until you’re laying back on the bed. “But you’re making me that cup of coffee when I wake up, Taehyung.”

“Anything else, princess?” Taehyung grins.

“Maybe run me a bath too,” You wince as you settle back against the bed. “Everything hurts.”

“Will do,” Jungkook says. “Gotta do the most to make sure we get that second round. Now, come here━”

The boys snicker and, soon, the three of you have slipped back into a peaceful slumber.

You know that when you wake you’ll profusely deny that the night before and the morning after had ever happened; that you’ll never again find yourself in either Jungkook’s or Taehyung’s bed, much less with the both of them at the same time ━ but you find that you never really listen much to rules anyway.

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chocoenvy · 3 years

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CHOCO DO YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO’S DONE ANY GANYU HEADCANNONS FOR THE SAGAU ???? I NEED CONTENT FOR MY WIFE PLS ALSO GOOD MORNING/AFTERNOON/EVENING

I DONT KNOW ANYONE THAT'S DONE THIS WHICH IS A CRIME SO IM MAKING UP MY OWN. I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I WANTED TO DO THIS.

Warnings: Mega fluff, i curse a lot, it's my inner 11 year old boy coming out sorry, can be taken as platonic or very soft romantic.

General SAGAU headcannons for Ganyu!!!

(i most definetely did this wrong still hope you enjoy it :)))

- is very nervous around you

- all proper and shit

- the first time you looked at her you grinned really brightly

- you stole her heart and she wondered what godly powers you had used on her to make her so flustered

- Her tiredness immediately dissapeared when she saw you

- she wanted to be around you a lot

- maybe, at first, she saw you as a distraction to her work

- but she's a part of the Liyue Qixing so you became a part of her work since Liyue is pretty religious.

- so she stopped fighting against seeing you

- still, she buried herself in work as usual

- until you starting hunting her down

- "Do you know where Ganyu is?" she had heard you say one day and her heart immediately fluttered.

- When she had turned the corner the way your face lit up nearly killed her

- You had come up to her with a grin

-"Is there something you need your grace?"

-"Yes!" You gently cupped her face in your hands.

- Her face is small, round, and her cheeks are so nice to hold in your hands, they fit perfectly.

- Ganyu passed out

- Like deadass fell into your arms, her face red as a tomato

- i guess you could say she fell for you, literally

- If you're bigger than Ganyu, you were more than likely able to hold her up.

- Even if you're smaller you might've been able to hold her up, but if you're smaller and weaker then you got dragged to the ground.

- When she woke up she was so embarrased

- she wanted the ground to just open up and eat her

- like my god, she passed out in front of her god

- WHYWOULDSHEDOTHATHOLYFRICKFRACKAAAAAAAAAA

- you have to calm her down before she passes out again

- "How much have you slept in the past couple days?"

- ".... if you count me passing out just now then however long that was..."

- You force her to destress

- and what better way to destress than to spend time with your god?

- "Ningguang has biweekly tea dates with me. And Beidou makes a stop at Liyue harbor to see Ningguang and I at least once a month. And Venti never leaves me the fuck alone, love him tho :) So it probably helps to spend time with me."

-She agrees because hOW COULD SHE NOT??

-cute dates with Ganyu ensue

-eventually you're gonna be on a cute picnic date in Qingyun Peak when you pick a Qixing flower and hold it up to her

- "Want a snack Ganyu?" You teased

-If she didn't love you and if she wasn't so flustered she would've thrown your ass off the edge of the mountain

-"Did cloud retainer tell you that?" Ganyu buried her face in her hands.

-You chuckled, "Technically, yes."

-GOD did you HAVE to be so cryptid?

-COFFEE DATES WITH GANYU her taste in coffee is supreme, best of the best because she chugs the shit like it's water.

-even if you don't like coffee she's got wonderful tea, hot chocolate, milkshake reccomendations. But my god if you want coffee, you know damn well she can get you the best coffee in all of Teyvat.

-Imagine sitting in a coffee shop with her, drinking your favorite drink while chatting with Ganyu. Pls that's so fucking cute.

-I also like to imagine that cryo characters have a "resistance" to the cold. So if you're freezing Ganyu, no matter how tiny she is compared to you, will give you her clothes to wear.

-Will also hold your hands and cuddle with you to try and make you warmer.

-SHE'S INCREDIBLY SOFT

-like LOOK AT HER

- LOOK AT HER RIGHT NOW

-HER HAIR, HER THIGHS, SHE'D BE AMAZING TO CUDDLE

-if you pet her horns she might pass out again or at least blush bright red

-overall: very cute, mega soft, probably doesn't get a lot of cuddles so she's either nervous or needy for cuddles. 100/10 need to cuddle again.

#ganyu headcanons #sagau #genshin self aware #genshin cult au #i think i did this wrong #but she's so cute #like imagine hugging her #pls i just-

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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that kind of morning, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You’re really bad at waking up. Big sleepyhead with foggy memory kind of bad. Your brain is on autopilot. Hm, kind of hard to pilot when everything seems out of place. And you’re mildly hungover. Ow. You just ran into a muscular chest. Who could that be?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; morning after a wild night; graphic descriptions of sexual acts and a tiny bit of smut–while on the phone (fem reader, nipple play, dry humping, hint of a handjob); non-idol!BTS; basically sleepy and slightly hungover reader trying to piece together life lmao

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Most people make their worst decisions at night.

Not you. You make your worst decisions in the morning.

Maybe it's because you don't drink coffee.

"Ow!"

Was your bed always that high? Huh. You squinted in the sunlight filtering through the window, far too bright for your sensitive eyes. Instead, you occupied yourself with sniffing the t-shirt you were wearing. It smelled clean, like fabric softener. Also, it was white. Generally, you didn't buy white shirts since they dirtied easily. A miracle that this one wasn't stained.

You stumbled through the bedroom door – was it always that far? – and smacked your nose into a wall.

"Ow!"

"Ah!"

A moving wall. Wait, not a wall. A shirtless guy. Oh. It had been that kind of night.

You rubbed your nose. "Erm, hello. You're still here, huh?" you mumbled.

The guy blinked at you. "What do you mean? This is my apartment."

Oh. That's why everything seemed unfamiliar. Now that you looked at him, he was pretty attractive. Long dark hair, large brown eyes, dark brows, shapely pink lips with a mole underneath his lower lip. He had two more on his nose and cheek. Lightly tanned skin and a cute confused face. Huh. Nice muscles too. Good for him.

"Alright, I'll be on my way then, uh..." you trailed off awkwardly, pushing past him. The events of last night were hazy and your head hurt a little, although not so bad that you couldn't function. You were just poorly functioning because you weren't a morning person.

"Do you want coffee or something?" the guy asked, following you. He sounded a little worried.

"Nah, I don't drink coffee," you muttered, holding onto the wall as you walked down the unfamiliar narrow hallway. "Stains your teeth."

Speaking of teeth, your breath was probably awful. Hopefully that poor guy didn't breathe near you. Come to think of it, this wasn't what you were wearing last night. It was probably his shirt, considering the large size. Where were your clothes? Oh, look, a bathroom.

"I could order us some breakfast," the guy continued as you stuck your head into the bathroom and saw the sink. There was a black toothbrush and a crumpled tube of toothpaste, definitely not yours. A black cup for rinsing one's mouth, with a winking emoji printed on it. A black shirt bunched up and half-falling off the sink. Deodorant. Cologne. You picked it up and sniffed it. A clean scent. Didn't make you want to throw up. Awesome.

You flicked on the faucet and shoved your hands under it. Cold. Fuck. Whatever. You cupped some and brought your hands to your face, dripping water everywhere, and cursing under your breath before gargling some. Best you could do. You spied something red out of the corner of your eye. What was that? You squinted at the towel rack through the mirror, water trickling down your chin. There was a thin scrap of ripped lace fabric on the hanging white towels.

The guy was still talking.

"I can get you a spare toothbrush? Do you want some cleanser to wash your face?"

He had a pleasant voice, a little deep. Clear, smooth. Made you think of a cool, refreshing breeze.

Wait.

Were those your red panties on the towel rack?

You winced at the mirror. Welp. Those were done for. Didn't look like you could salvage them. You suddenly felt a chilly draft on your bare ass. Your arms were still dripping water as you leaned down and splashed your cheeks. Guess you'll just have to figure something out. You turned off the water and wiped your face off with your palm. A white hand towel appeared. You took it, seeing the guy's tattooed hand and arm. Sexy. He had an emoji tattooed onto his knuckle of a sheepish, crooked smile.

Kind of looked like you, at the moment.

You dried your face and hands.

"Thanks, but it's fine, I'll just go home so I don't bother you," you said, folding the towel and placing it on the sink before moving past him and his curious expression.

"You're not bothering me. I want to make your morning comfortable."

You noticed your red dress from last night on the ground. The thin straps were torn off and there was a distinct, dark stain down the front. Hmm. You vaguely remembered scooping your tits out and smashing them against his hard dick and dropping a stream of spit down your chest for lubrication before furiously tit-fucking him and making him cum all over your collarbones and neck.

Ah.

Well.

That dress was fucked.

"Can I borrow this shirt? I'll give it back," you said, turning around to see the guy's face bright pink, staring at your dress on the ground.

"Uh, yeah, sure, whatever you want," he rambled, shifting awkwardly. He was wearing light gray sweatpants. You looked down. He shifted away quickly, but it was pretty hard to disguise that tent.

You scratched your head. Hm. "Say, uh..." you trailed off again.

He blinked with those big chocolatey eyes. "Oh, um, Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."

He stuck his hand out. You shook it, fitting your hand in his, suddenly remembering when you grabbed it and put it between your legs, smearing your juices from his wrist to his forearm and grinding onto his muscle, flexing your opening on his skin as he moaned darkly into your ear.

Ah.

You let go.

You were probably past handshakes, but, oh well?

"Right, erm, Jungkook, do you know where my jacket is?" you asked sheepishly.

Jungkook whipped his head around, sending his black hair flying everywhere. "I think... it's in the living room?" You remembered running your hands through that hair, panting in his face as he shoved you against the wall, two fingers on your clit and rubbing furiously, those big chocolate eyes watching you come undone under him.

He moved past you and you flattened against the wall, not touching him. Hm. This increased clarity as you continued to wake up was starting to make this more and more, uh... less chill? Weird? Awkward? You followed him at a slight distance, lifting your head to see his back. Your eyes widened. Long red scratches up and down his defined back, caused by your fingernails as he fucked you violently into his bed, your thighs clasped around his waist and his name in your mouth, his thick cock making your pussy so tight and full that you felt like you were going to explode, so completely jammed with pleasure that you couldn't stop moaning.

Erm. Hm. You kind of needed panties with the sudden leakage happening down there.

Oh shit, did you use protection? You frowned as you screwed up your eyes to think. Yes. You did. Jungkook had grabbed them from his nightstand and spilled the whole box, thus causing you both to scramble to detach one in your and his haste.

For.

Er.

Fucking like animals.

You both got one condom and ended up using both.

"Ah, here."

You reached out and took your long-line black leather jacket from Jungkook. That's right. You'd worn that red satin dress with this jacket and black high heels. You spied them by the mat at what you assumed was the front door. Jungkook wasn't looking at you. His face was red. You slipped on the jacket. Smelled the rum still sticking to it. Right. You went to the club, got a drink, and Jungkook had knocked into you, spilling it into your jacket. It was an accident, but that was fine, because Jungkook was hot and you bribed him into talking to you by asking him to buy you another drink.

Super cute with his apologies, nervously speaking to you all night before loosening up with a few drinks and beginning to tease you, little by little, until you were in his apartment, getting your jacket slipped off your shoulders and his mouth on your newly exposed skin.

The memory made you reach up to touch your left shoulder. You winced. Peered under the jacket and shirt to see a giant purple hickey.

"Oh... er, sorry..." Jungkook sputtered sheepishly. "You seemed really into it at the time."

There was damn waterfall between your legs now.

"I was," you replied, a little too quickly. "Uh, I mean, I am. Was great."

You facepalmed. Jungkook jumped, startled that you slapped your own face.

"Sorry, I'm not a morning person. What I meant to say was last night was amazing and I had a great time," you sighed. "You were wonderful. And hot. And sexy. And I'd do it again."

Jungkook blinked at you with those big chocolatey eyes.

"O... oh."

He seemed torn on whether to believe you or not. To be fair, your voice was hoarse and you sounded half-dead. Plus, your speech was a little cliché. Sigh. You struggled to retain brain function, shaking your head roughly. It always took you a long time to wake up and it was worse when you weren't home doing your usual routine. You furrowed your brows, raising your head to frown at Jungkook.

Hold on.

"Don't you work for my dad?"

Jungkook started, eyes shifting.

"Er... yeah."

Did you just fuck one of the waiters at your dad's high-end restaurant? All night?

Huh.

What are the chances?

You were going to have to see Jungkook later that night, since you were the hostess.

"You know, Jungkook," you said, realizing why you had spoken to him last night, why it was fun and familiar banter, why he was so cute to you, and why it had been such a good chance. "Let's not tell my dad about this."

Jungkook's eyes went shifty again. "Yeeeeeeeah... let's not."

Your dad meant well. He was loud and brash by nature and scared every human being that hadn't lived under his roof for decades. Speaking of living under his roof... Maybe you shouldn't go home smelling like rum and Jungkook's cologne, wearing his t-shirt and no panties.

"You... sure you wanna go home?" Jungkook asked, chewing on his lip. You noticed he looked a bit disappointed. Sad.

"Actually," you sheepishly began. "Maybe I shouldn't. Not until Papa leaves the house." You twisted your mouth to one side and poked your index fingers together. Awkward. "Your offer for breakfast still stands?"

He brightened. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. What do you want?" He held up the phone form the coffee table. "We can order something."

Your eyes shifted to the phone. Ten missed calls.

"I would call Papa first," you muttered, walking forward and taking the phone from him. You felt his body heat, the closeness of his bare torso. He smelled nice. Jungkook made a surprised noise, only now realizing he had picked up your phone by accident. You slipped your other arm around him and pulled him to you, inhaling his scent. He made another squeak of confusion as you pressed your lips to his warm chest.

Mmm. Nice.

You phone vibrated violently and you answered it without looking, kissing Jungkook's skin softly, hearing him gasp and stifle his moan as the sharp bark of your name blasted from the phone speaker.

"Where are you?!" Your dad was yelling at the top of his lungs. Jungkook shivered under you. He probably thought your dad was pissed, but he was only worried.

"I'm fine. Slept over at a friend's since I went to the bars last night."

"Oh, fuck, sheesh," your dad grumbled, swearing repeatedly. Your lips began to travel and Jungkook was smacking your arm impatiently, shaking his head, mouthing at you, are you crazy, what the fuck are you doing, before he clenched his jaw and tipped his head back as you began to lazily lick his dark nipple, feeling it harden with your touch.

"Are you eating?" your dad barked in your ear.

"Mhm, can't start the day unless you eat," was your reply, grinning around Jungkook's nipple as his face was becoming more panicked by the second.

"That's right," your dad huffed. "What are you eating?"

"Korean."

Jungkook gave you an exasperated, pained look that quickly turned to ecstasy, placing a hand over his mouth and muffling his moan as you sucked in his nipple, bringing your hips into his sweatpants, the tent returning.

"Hah, fine, would it kill you to fucking call so I don't think you're dead?" Now that you were an adult, your dad didn't bother filtering his cursing anymore.

"Ah, sorry, sorry," you replied, very apologetically and sweetly, grabbing a handful of Jungkook's ass and ramming his rock-hard cock into your crotch, clamping your thighs around it. Jungkook was flailing his one free hand and pressing the other over his mouth, trying not to make a fucking sound.

"I'll remember next time. Promise, Papa."

You heard your dad let out a puff of air. "Hmph. Fine. Don't forget you have to work tonight. I'll let you have the day after off..."

You raised your eyebrows, switching sides and slowly flicking your tongue on Jungkook's nipple, thighs sliding back and forth on Jungkook's clothed length. He was losing it above you, muting his cries and rutting against your thighs to match your pace and add more simulation.

"I thought the other hostess was on vacation for a couple more days?"

"I asked your mother to cover for you," your dad grunted. "You should have some free time while you're still young. Have some fucking fun before you die. That's why I work."

"Ah... okay, thanks Papa. I love you."

"Love you too," was your dad's reply, not so gruff anymore, but warmer and kinder.

He hung up.

You dropped the phone from your ear.

Jungkook gasped a lungful of air, throwing his hand aside now that he could finally breathe, turning into a high-pitched yelp when you yanked his pants down, shoving his cock between your thighs again, but skin on skin this time, angling him down, the head smearing pre-cum in your mid-thigh. Ah, yes, what a pleasant surprise it had been when you saw this pretty cock for the first time, looking so perfect squashed between your tits.

"B-But breakfast..." he choked out between moans.

"I'm getting it," you panted, grinning, sliding up and down his hot stiffness, feeling it twitch. "Best to have some protein in the morning."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, horny and indignant.

"Korean? Really?"

You switched to your hand, kneeling down as you stroked his stiff length hard and fast, giving him a devilish open-mouthed smirk, wet tongue sliding out.

"Hey, I didn't lie."

wondering how Jungkook feels about all this? that kind of evening.

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theperfectlifestyle · 4 years

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2021 Manifestation Morning Routine

6.00AM - Wake up and refresh

Brush teeth with electric toothbrush and natural toothpaste - with fluoride + use waterpik (It’s seriously such a game changer, especially if you’ve had braces and now have a retainer and therefore can’t floss ‘normally’!). This is when I also quickly make the bed.

6.05 - 6.10AM - Meditate

A moment of still before the day starts so I can manifest, pray, practise gratitude and finally empty my mind before it needs to go into full gear.

6.10 - 6.45AM - Workout

A 20-30 min. workout where I get my heartrate up and preferably sweat quite a bit, it always feels so much better! I practise either cardio, HIIT, strength training of different muscle groups, aerobics (my absolute fave!), dance workouts, barre/ballet classes, whatever I might like that I can do from home (Gym will be a much nicer option once that is a reality again).

Find it much nicer for a boost throughout my day and I don’t have to think about it after work, which is another reason why I wake up so early. Tackle “hard” priorities first thing, so they can’t bite me in the butt after a hard day of work too.

6.45 - 7.15AM Yoga + split training

My goal for 2021 is to get the splits - never, in my entire life, is that something I have been able to do. I also want to severely improve my flexibility as well as using yoga to keep my body going for years to come, and to prevent injuries and back pain that runs in the family.

7.15 - 7.45 AM Breakfast

Start the day off strong with proper nutrition. I can’t do straight sugar for breakfast anymore, my gut will punish me with cramps. However my fave breakfast (all vegan) are:

Veggie smoothies or smoothie bowls, plant based breakfast skillet, coconut yogurt with granola and superfoods, breakfast burritos, chia pudding, porridge with cashew butter and superfoods, avocado on rye bread (elevated avocado toast).

As well as drinking herbal teas, white and green tea are excellent morning teas, but I’m also caffeine sensitive, so I go with naturally caffeine teas or decaf coffee. Favorites include

Peppermint (good for bloating and gas too)

Ginger tea (anti inflammatory and good for nausea)

Cinnamon tea

Raspberry Leaf

Not to forget taking my supplements (Omega 3 from Vegan algal oil, Vit D2 spray and probiotics)

7.45 - 8.00AM Clean up

I won’t leave the house knowing it’s a mess. Doing the dishes, wiping down the table, just the bare minimum so the kitchen is as I received it in the morning and ready if guests suddenly come uninvited. Don’t ever want to be caught with my pants down (or rather, my kitchen a gross mess).

8.00 - 8.15AM Shower + Get ready

A quick shower in the mornings do me plenty, as I like to shower again before bed. I just make sure I get the sweat off, use a natural unscented soap as I’m hypoallergenic, put on my uniform and get to work - then spray my uniform with Miss Dior. Love smelling nice and elegant without the burns!

8:15 - 8.30AM Skincare

Lastly I finish off with my skincare. As stated above, I’m hypoallergenic so I don’t use a ton of products, and all but one are scent free (which is a cleanser and therefore removed before I react to it). All my products also have few (1-5) ingredients usually, to keep the risk of my skin reacting low.

1. Double cleansing (first with oil, then with a gel cleanser)

2. Hyaluronic acid (however I’m currently looking for a new scent free, potassium sorbitol 20 formula)

3. Squalane (not always though) followed by 100% pure shea nut butter.

Lastly, a natural, scent free, non-nano, zinc-based, uva and uvb sunscreen with high SPF. Always wait at least 15 mins before going outside after applying sunscreen, and also reapply throughout the day if you’re outside/near windows.

I don’t wear makeup on the day-to-day to protect my skin and let it breathe. I’m also on a hair growth journey, so I don’t ‘do’ my hair, I put it in a protective hairstyle and use jojoba, castor or argan oil on the ends from time to time. I never use heating tools on it either.

That’s me manifesting my morning routine for 2021. I can, I will, I shall.

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physioblr · 5 years

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How to get a 4.0 with ADHD-C and Dyscalculia

(Or, how to survive Uni as a disabled student)

Disclaimer:

This is what has worked for me. I don’t claim that this will work for everyone. Not every ADHD brain is the same. Also other axis of privilege, time of diagnosis, and support are different between people. I have severe ADHD-C and was diagnosed as a young adult and had little support to help me deal with my symptoms until I met my partner. Psychiatrists aren’t trained to help you deal with the range of issues you will face.

Do keep in mind as well that some professors are just ablest assholes. The idea that someone is kind, empathetic, or will always follow federal law just because they are in a profession that gives them a power differential is ridiculous. You may also run into professors that also take pride in their exam distributions looking like a statistician’s nightmare. Keep an eye out for the obvious dog whistles, and do research before registration when possible. If you end up in these situations, drop the class during the add/drop period if you can. If not, be prepared for your GPA to take a hit.

I’m writing this from an American perspective, if you are in the UK/Europe I lived in Scotland for 5 years and would be happy to help if you have questions regarding the Equality Act 2010 and the UN convention of disability rights.

A. Lifestyle:

1. Sleep hygiene. Sleep = study retention.

I had trouble sleeping for most of my life. I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep or stay asleep at the appropriate times. A lot of people deal with this by being “night owls” — i.e. just accepting that our clocks are set later than neurotypicals’. Other people deal with this by sleeping on a biphasic or polyphasic sleep schedule.

There is another option though. You can train yourself to go to sleep at the same time every night and wake up at the same time every morning. This might take a couple of weeks for your body to adjust. Here is how I did it:

Take your morning dose of medication about 30-40 minutes before you actually need to wake up. This allows medication to kick in. It’s similar to the trick of drinking a cup of coffee before taking a power nap. I have two alarms. One to take my medication, and the other to actually wake up. My medication alarms have a particular tone so that I don’t take my medication twice.

Wake up at the same time every day, including weekends. You can’t oversleep or your body won’t adjust. Do not press the snooze button. Get up right away to start your morning routine. The 5-10 minutes that your snooze gives you isn’t going to make you feel less tired. It will make your feel groggy, which is something called sleep inertia. Your body doesn’t get to complete a full sleep cycle, and it will donk you up.

Add going outside to your morning routine. Even if it’s the winter, or mostly dark. I have an adorable greyhound, and he has to go potty as soon as I wake up. In the very least open your blinds/curtains and open your windows to get some fresh air and morning light. Studies show that light effects our circadian rhythm. I find that even when it’s dark out though, going outside helps due to the cool morning air.

Keep a consistent morning routine. Do everything in order like you are going down a checklist of tasks. Make your bed as your final task. Don’t get back in your bed. Your bed is for sleep or sex only.

Go to bed at the same time every night, no matter what. Medication has likely worn off by the time you go to sleep, and contradictory to neurotypical belief, when your brain wanders it can make it harder to fall asleep. So can hyperfocusing. I find that reading can keep me up as I will hyperfocus, but listening to audiobooks doesn’t cause those problems. I turn off the lights, put a seep mask on, and play an audiobook with wireless headphones to help me get to sleep. I recommend reading/listening to something light like fantasy or science fiction. Save thrillers, horror, and mystery books to listen to during the day.

2. Exercise.

I recommend exercising in the morning everyday, cardio and strength training. Even if you just do some cardio 10-15 minutes, it is still beneficial. Most exercise physiologists would recommend a rest day, but I’ve found that lighter days work better than complete rest days. You will see a noticeable difference in your hyperactivity symptoms. It’s not simply that it gets the fidgets out of your system, it is good for a hyperactive mind and helps with emotional dysregulation as well. It will help you sleep at night too.

Always speak to your doctor before you begin any exercise regimen, especially if you are taking 60+ mg of ADHD medication and have not exercised regularly on your medication previously.

3. Eating.

Eat at the same time everyday. Your body will tell you you’re hungry at those times. It’s also helpful to schedule your food around medication so that you don’t repress your natural appetite. Also, not that it needs to be said, but the brain uses up a lot of calories. You need to eat to retain what you learn.

4. Emotional Regulation.

This is one of the hardest parts of ADHD that no one ever talks about. You may not even know what this is, or that emotional dysregulation is a symptom of ADHD. It’s never mentioned in the DSM or ICD because emotions are hard (and expensive) to quantify. A lot of medical professionals have never even heard of it. If you want to read up on it, I suggest reading work by Dr. Russell A. Barkley. To give you the basics though, ADHD brains fail to self regulate emotions. We have emotional impulsivity. When we take in sensory information for conscious appraisal the pathway goes like this: stimulus —> thalamus —> cortex —> amygdala. Our frontal cortex is not the greatest at giving us context, or telling us to chill out, so our amygdala can be in the driver’s seat often. This aspect can make us really fun people, because it can make us get excited easily and enjoy life to the fullest. It can also cause us problems. For example, expressing anger at your boss or teacher (even if you are rightfully angry) might not be the best—diplomacy may give a better outcome. Our amygdala doesn’t know what is best for our future selves.

So, how does one regulate emotion when you’re brain doesn’t function like you want it? Try practicing mindfulness. And no, I’m not taking about attending to everything coming into your working memory or weird granola hippy garbage. When you are having an emotional response, check in with yourself. Are you feeling overstimulated? Are you feeling understimulated? Are you hungry, are you thirsty? Are you tired? Is your medication wearing off? Notice patterns, notice what triggers the emotion, write it down. Develop a proverbial toolbox that can help you when you are not regulating your emotions well. This toolbox is individual to you, and it may take some trial and error.

Keep in mind that trauma is different than emotional dysregulation, although our emotional dysregulation doesn’t exactly help. A lot of us ADHD brains have experienced severe emotional trauma via ableism and abuse from the school system, from teachers, or from parents. It never gets talked about because it’s usually caused by someone in a position of authority, and we are hardly ever given a voice to talk about our own experiences. Find someone you can trust to talk to about it. Find ways to self sooth in a healthy way when re-experiencing that trauma. You may have complex PTSD. It’s difficult for us to get help for complex PTSD because society doesn’t recognize that disabled people experience trauma in a very unique way. Keep in mind PTSD wasn’t even considered a disability under the ADA until 2008, one couldn’t get social security for PTSD until 2017, and the ADA didn’t exist until 1990. If you do seek out help though, expect push back from some medical professionals, have someone that will support you through the process, and do so when you will not be experiencing new trauma. Also, remember, fellow ADHD brains are here and we all love and support you.

B. Disability Services:

I’m not going to sugar coat this. We are barely recognized as human beings, so our rights are always under fire. Being disabled in this world is like walking through a mine field. Not every university or work environment is going to follow the ADA. The ADA became law in 1990, and the abled have been dragging their feet ever since. It’s difficult to enforce, complaining to the government often leads to nothing, and getting a lawyer is expensive. It’s also hard to prove discrimination in court. The ADA leaves a lot of room for improvement. Ableism is a systemic problem pretty much worldwide. I’m not trying to upset anyone, but you need to be prepared for what you are up against.

1. Keep the nature of your disability private.

Never ever ever tell a professor or TA the nature of your disability. Tell them you have a disability recognized under the ADA which is federal law, do not tell them what disability you have. There are lots of tips on tumblr that will tell you to inform professors that you have x disability, and that they will be empathetic and blah blah blah. Those uninformed tips are putting your legal rights, and your grade, in danger. There are so many biases professors can and do have when it comes to ADHD and dyscalculia. You are just asking to experience ableism if you divulge. Some professors don’t believe that ADHD is a disability, or they believe that vaccines cause ADHD, or that you just magically grow out of ADHD when you turn 18 etc. It isn’t your job to deal with their delusions, their biases, or their ableism — that’s their therapists’ or HRs’ problem. You do not have to tell anyone but your university disability services. Under the ADA you have a legal right to privacy, but if you divulge to a professor you are waiving that right.

I also wouldn’t recommend telling other students the nature of your disability. Unless you are pretty sure the other student also has your disability, but even then internalized ableism is a thing. You never know who they are going to tell, if they are ableist, or how they feel about your accommodations. You never want an abled student crying to a professor because they think your accommodations are “unfair”. If a student wants to know what disability you have, and you want to tell them something because you have become acquaintances/friends but don’t want to tell them exactly, say that you have a neurodevelopmental disability and/or a learning disability.

2. Advocate for your legal accommodations.

Disability services are not going to hold your hand. They are not going to simply offer you all the accommodations that you are legally allowed or would make you successful. They deal with hundreds of other students and likely have accommodations they offer everyone, regardless of the type of disability you have. Request accommodations that actually put you on the same playing field as everyone else. Read the ADA, and understand what reasonable accommodations are.

If you have ADHD, I would recommend requesting extended time on exams and assignments, a private room to take exams in that is free of distraction, handouts/materials and textbooks in text-to-speech capable formats, the ability to take breaks in-class or exams, reduced course load, and the ability to record lectures for note-taking. You may be able to request a memory aid for ADHD, as a lot of ADHD brains have very low working memory (also called short term memory) capacity. Part of our attention difficulties come from low working memory capacity as sensory input goes through working memory before it is stored in long term memory. Anything stored in long term memory must be pulled back into working memory to be used and manipulated. Get a psychologist that specializes in ADHD adults to test your working memory capacity if needed.

If you have dyscalculia, I would recommend requesting a memory aid (used for formulas, constants, equations etc), the use of calculator on exams and assignments, extended time on exams and assignments, reduced course load, and a private room for exams.

3. Get accommodations implemented.

This is a different process than getting accommodations approved. My uni makes me contact professors at the start of the quarter in an ‘engagement process’. Due to re-experiencing trauma, I avoid setting up a meeting with professors and just email. Emailing prevents professors form cornering you or badgering you to divulge your disability, or subtly threatening you about your registration or degree, and puts everything in writing so there is a legal paper trail.

Professors may try to get out of their legal obligations. I have had this happen multiple times. I’ve even had professors tell me that accommodations aren’t helpful for disabled students, or that they are not fair to abled students — I responded with “well it’s not fair that I was born with a disability and that you’re gatekeeping disabled people from getting an education”… they didn’t take that well. Do not try to argue with a professor about your disability rights or accommodations, it will only make you upset and they will likely accuse you of being hysterical or unstable. I’ve even had a professor say that I “threatened” them when I simply reminded them of their legal obligations under federal law as they were trying to not implement accommodations. This is why email is the best choice — you have time to respond professionally and having the receipts is important to keep you legally safe. If a professor is being belligerent about implementing accommodations, tell disability services what is going on (forward your emails) and remind them that accommodations must be implemented in a timely manner under the ADA. If disability services tries to make you argue with your professor, say that you do not feel comfortable doing so. If they push further, tell them you would rather not without an attorney or other representative present — mention you would rather the university handle it internally as you are concerned bringing an attorney or representative into an argument would escalate the situation which isn’t ideal for anyone.

I have a standard email that I send professors during the ‘engagement process’ that I edit slightly to reflect the course. It is professional, polite, and reminds them of their legal obligations as well as university policy. In it I also outline what my approved accommodations are and suggest how they should be implemented.

4. Any paperwork you have to turn in, make sure to do it early.

Create reminders on your calendar, write the dates in your bujo future log, whatever you need to do to get that paperwork in on time. Read everything slowly. These are legal documents. If you have a support system… ASK FOR HELP. Seriously, don’t be afraid to ask your support system for help with legal documents.

C. Studying:

1. Choose two places to study.

I don’t like studying in the library or in cafes. I know it’s not as aesthetic to study at home, but it prevents me from people watching and getting distracted. I have two designated study areas. One is my desk, the other is a cozy couch. Choose locations based on stimulation and comfort. My desk is fairly understimulating, while the couch is a bit more stimulation.

2. Learn to use your hyperfocus.

Most reading this probably know what you need to get in the hyperfocus zone. If you don’t, then note any patterns/conditions when it happens so you will have an easier time using the only ADHD super power you’ve got. When you are hyperfocusing on studying, ride the wave for as long as you can. However, make sure to set alarms to eat, go to the bathroom, stretch etc. Don’t let your hyperfocus keep you from taking care of yourself.

3. Create a study routine.

I know I keep blathering on about routines, but it helps. Treat studying like you would training as a professional athlete. When you have a study routine, you never have to decide to study. That decision is already made for you. When studying for exams, make a checklist of everything you need to cover. Ask the professor in advance about what is going to be covered on exams so that you can make an exam study plan early. If your professor is a garbage person and won’t tell you use the syllabus, textbook readings, labs, lecture slides, and snoop on the internet for past exams. Last minute learning is never a good idea. The human brain simply can’t do it, and your working memory capacity is too low to cram.

4. Accept that everything will take you longer, and that it’s okay.

It sucks, it really does. Those neurotypicals don’t know how lucky they are. It’s going to take you longer to read, to learn material, and to do basically anything in life. That’s okay, you do you. Don’t compare yourself to others, it will only cause you to feel bad about yourself. Guess what though, you are already a statistical anomaly. Only 32% of ADHD children graduate high school. Only 22% of adults with ADHD get into university. Only 5% of ADHD adults graduate from university. You are already punching those statistics in the face by existing. Seriously, do what you need to do and fuck anyone that has a problem with it. You’ve got this!

5. Create the environment you need for your brain.

Sometimes I’m feeling really over stimulated and I need complete silence. Sometimes I feel at a sort of stimulation equilibrium and I listen to lofi study beats playlists. Sometimes I feel understimulated or I’m doing something really tedious, and I need to put on a tv show or a movie in the background. I keep a list of TV shows and movies that I can put on in such cases. Pick things that you won’t really watch and that you are familiar with. It usually helps me transition so that I can start the studying task. Listen to your body and do what works for you.

6. Don’t use the pomodoro technique.

The pomodoro technique was made for neurotypicals. ADHD brains have difficulty transitioning between tasks. It’s better to study for as long as you can maintain focus or hyperfocus than rely on a set 25 minutes. Again, be sure to eat and use the bathroom! You don’t want to be taken off your meds due to weight loss, and you don’t want to get a UTI.

D. Tools of the Trade:

1. iPad Pro & Apple Pencil v.s. Echo Livescribe Smart Pen

I used to use the echo livescribe smart pen but now I use an iPad. It’s cheaper in the long run and I don’t have to worry about running out of paper. Apple has way better customer support as well as iCloud backups, plus they can find your device if lost. Now I only use the echo livescribe pen when taking exams. My university lets me use one from the disability office so that I can make verbal notes when doing long answer exam questions and to keep track of my thoughts if I want to skip over a question and come back to it. I requested it as an accommodation, it had to be approved by committee. They actually thanked me for being so creative and trained the person in charge of accessible technology so that it could be used with other students. It’s almost like asking disabled students about what helps us and our experiences is a good thing!

2. Notability

I use the app Notability for lectures as it can record the lecture and has great organizational capabilities. I usually copy/paste slides into my notes so that I can write on them as well. I also use Notability to read textbooks. It’s got fairly good text-to-speech compatibility, so you can move around if you need to.

3. Goodnotes 5

I use the Goodnotes 5 app for a digital bujo as well as for making mind maps. It’s got some great shape recognition functions. Although Notability has improved their shape functionality, it’s still not as great as Goodnotes 5.

4. iWork

I also use pages on my iPad to make condensed study guides / study notes. It’s also really great for writing essays or making tables. I used to hand-write study notes, but it takes way longer.

4. Omnifocus

Omnifocus is great for breaking down big projects into smaller tasks or making quick checklists. It’s a bit of a pain to learn how to use, but once you do it’s completely worth it.

5. Quizlet Plus

Quizlet Plus is completely worth it. I use it a lot for figures or structures I have to memorize, I draw figures in Notability and take a screen shot or grab it from my textbook. It’s a really amazing flashcard app. Also, if you have your textbook on your device, you can copy/paste definitions right into quizlet.

6. Studybreak

Studybreak is a great app for iphone. It tells you how long you have been studying, nags you if you’ve touched your phone to scroll social media, and can suggest that you take a break. You can program it to set how long you want to study for, how long you want to take a break for etc. You can also ignore the break suggestion which is nice when one is hyperfocusing. It also keeps statistics on how long you have been studying and for which subjects.

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jimlingss · 6 years

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Jungle Park [6]

Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

➜ Words: 6.1k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

➜ Warnings: topic of sexual harassment

In the back of your mind, there was always an inkling. Maybe it was the way his eyes made you uncomfortable. His pupils always swept up your body and the curves of your waist. Maybe it was the way he made little flirtatious comments that weren’t reciprocated. It always felt like his stare lingered on your backside when you walked past. Maybe this, maybe that. But you should’ve known. You should’ve acted sooner. “I-I’m not going to get in trouble, right?” Inyoung stares down at her lap. The accountant’s long hair drapes over her face, hiding her features like a curtain and she doesn’t look up at you once. She seems to be quivering, but doesn’t drink the warm cup of tea you’ve put in front of her. “I can’t afford to lose my job…” “No, no, of course not,” you reassure her quickly, baffled that she could even think she would get in trouble for something that isn’t her fault. “I...I don’t want to file a harassment claim or anything. I just...I don’t want anyone else to know.” “Of course, it’ll be anonymous.” You reach over, squeezing her hand and her eyes finally meet yours. “Hoseok, Jimin and I will do everything in our power to protect you. This will not be tolerated, do you understand? I won’t let it happen.” You ask a few more questions, filling out the proper report. Even if it’s uncomfortable, you get her to retell the entire story at her own pace, revealing as much as she wants to and any other incidences that might’ve occurred in the past. All morning, your office door is closed and you don’t even leave for a pee break. Nonetheless hours pass and you collect all the paperwork, telling her that the investigation will be finished, but patience is needed. Inyoung nods and you send her home early, even if you don’t have the authority to. You don’t care at this point. You’re too pissed off. “Where’s Hoseok?” Dahyun is surprised by your abrupt and curt tone and she points to her left. “I think he’s in Jimin’s office.” The door slams open and both men turn in their seats, startled at the noise. “Sorry for interrupting,” you breathe out, chest rising and falling. By your irritated expression, they know not to push and you shut the door behind you, approaching the desk and putting down a few papers that flutter to the smooth surface. “You’re going to want to see this.” Jimin is the first to move, taking it and reading it fully. He flips the report pages over, taking his time to soak in every word and when he’s done, he tosses them towards his partner and sighs, rubbing his forehead. Hoseok lifts a brow and reads as well, taking a shorter time than Jimin. “Is she looking to start a lawsuit?” “No, she doesn’t want to put in any claims or draw attention to the situation.” “They’re both still a liability.” Hoseok turns his head, glancing out the window and towards the table of accountants. “We don’t know what she might do. She might be contacting someone right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if she already has an attorney.” You exhale in exasperation. “Is this really the most important thing right now?” “We are a law firm,” he tells you just as sternly. “While we might not be the ones on the other end of the lawsuit, we still have a name to withhold, a name to protect.” “No, Y/N’s right.” Jimin begins before an argument can break out. His eyes are shut and he’s pinching the bridge of his nose, then opening them to look at his partner. “If we don’t want a lawsuit on our hands, then it’s up to us how we deal with this and we need to address it quickly and swiftly.” As if it helps the situation, you pipe up, “She has a witness.” “Who?” Both of their eyebrows raise, finding better hope for the situation. It was hard to deal with these kinds of things when it’s all based on she-said-he-said. The two lawyers are more than aware that hearsay isn’t very substantial. “Jungkook,” you reveal. “I’ll be investigating him next. I just thought I’d let both of you know before I go on and while you’re still here.” “Let us sit in on it,” Hoseok says, more gently than before as if trying to convince you. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You grimace, not quite sure what you should do. It’s obvious that the firm’s policy doesn’t tolerate this kind of thing, but since it’s your first time dealing with it, you’re not sure what protocol is. You don’t think Hoseok and Jimin know what the protocol is either. Then again, it might be easier if they’re both present since it gives way for flexibility on how the two partners want to deal with the dilemma. “Wouldn’t he be more comfortable speaking directly to me and only me? I don’t want to make him feel pressured or panicked.” “No, Jungkook isn’t like that. As shy as he seems, he wouldn’t break down. He’s close to Jimin as well.” Hoseok is still asking for your permission, allowing you to have a say with how you want to steer this ship and conduct the investigation. You appreciate that he doesn’t take over and tell you how to do your job, even when the stakes are relatively high. “I want to hear what he has to say.” You look over at Jimin, waiting for him to cast his own opinion or his approval. He makes the same request as his partner, “If it’s possible, Y/N.” “Okay.” All four of you gather in the largest conference room, pulling down curtains, shutting the doors for the most privacy possible. Hoseok and Jimin rearrange their schedules and tells the receptionists not to bother them. You catch Jungkook in the hall and get him in. He readily agrees to give his testimony and all of you settle down to continue the investigation. “Can you tell us what happened?” You’re sitting directly across from him while Hoseok sits behind you as usual, chair up against the wall. On the other hand, Jimin is sitting at the front of the table, off to the side and listening quietly. “I was going to the kitchen to get coffee and when I walked in, I saw Inyoung backed up into a corner and Hyuk was hovering over her,” Jungkook rubs his palms together before clasping them on the table. This is the longest sentence you’ve heard him speak and it’s a shame you finally got to interact with the student lawyer but in such circumstances. You continue the next question that you’ve written down beforehand, wanting to make sure you covered all bases and not let anything slip your mind. “Do you know what they were talking about?” The young man has dark hair, swept over his forehead, doe eyes that blink past the long strands of his bangs. He nods. “I think he was asking her for a date, but he didn’t let her walk away or answer no. I think Inyoung was scared and she might’ve been crying.” “And what was your reaction?” “I called his name because I didn’t know what was going on. He turned around and told me to….piss off and mind my own business. But I kept on staring at him and that’s when he finally walked away.” You jot down a few notes with a hum before bringing your full attention back to him. “When did this happen?” “Yesterday,” he recalls, “in the morning before everyone else came.” “Do you remember what time specifically?” “I think at eight forty five? Around that time.” “Was anyone else present?” “No.” “So it was only you, Inyoung, and Hyuk?” “Yes.” You quickly scribble down his responses. “Did you tell anyone about this?” “No. Afterwards, Inyoung told me not to tell anyone.” Jungkook downcasts his head. “I wanted to, but I didn’t.” “Has this happened before?” “Not like this,” he says. “But Hyuk always makes comments to her.” “What kind of comments?” The student at law sits next to the accountants and you know that there’s no one in the office who would be more aware than Jungkook. “He’s always hitting on her and making comments on what she’s wearing. Sometimes those comments become more sexual.” He’s extremely uncomfortable, shifting in his seat, expression disturbed. “I tried to say something once but he told me to shut his mouth or he would punch me.” There’s a prolonged silence. Then Jimin breaks it with a frustrated sigh, running a hand over his face before his fingers card through his hair. On the other hand, Hoseok retains his poker face and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Jungkook swallows and continues, “He’d also drop things and tell Inyoung to bend over and pick it up. I...I should’ve said something more. I’m sorry.” “Well, we’re getting it all out in the open now. Thank you for cooperating with us, Jungkook. I know it can be very scary to speak out like this.” He shakes his head. “No, I should’ve done this a long time ago.” When Jungkook’s portion of the interview is over, you turn to the two lawyers. All three of you discuss how to proceed. You point out there’s still one more person to investigate, Hyuk, himself. Jimin’s trying to think of disciplinary actions he can take and how accountability will factor in the punishment, but Hoseok has a different idea entirely— “We’re firing him.” Your eyes widen in surprise and you turn to face him. At the beginning, you really thought he would fight you on this and support his male employee for the reason of loyalty only. But maybe you shouldn’t assume things so quickly, after all you can never tell what he’s thinking. Hoseok continues after a beat to explain himself, “There is no reason why we should keep someone like that on our staff. This is not how I want our business to be conducted. We have to protect everyone here and if someone proves to be a threat, we should get rid of him. What do you think?” “Well, it won’t be too difficult to find another accountant.” Jimin casts his own vote, “I agree with you. Y/N?” You stay quiet for a moment. “I think we should see what he has to say for himself.” // And when that individual sits in front of you, he is in sheer outrage. “Are you kidding me?!” You don’t buy the shocked act. “Is it or is it not true?” You remain firm in your voice, not letting him evade any questions or brush it off. “Of course not!” His voice raises in pitch and Hyuk extends his arm, pointing it out the window and towards the desk where she usually sits. “She’s lying! She’s always had it out for me.” “We have eyewitness accounts.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms defensively and leaning back in the seat. “That fucker Jeon Jungkook? He’s probably sleeping with her, that’s why.” You shift a bit in tension. “I would appreciate it if you remained professional and respectful when speaking about your fellow colleagues, Hyuk.” “How can I?” His arms are thrown into the air. “I’m being wrongfully accused!” “Is there any reason why she might lie?” He opens his mouth before subsequently closing it. The man is a fish out of water and finally, he thinks of an answer and angrily shouts it, making your eardrums quake. “I asked her on a date, that’s all! I didn’t know she would be a psycho bitch and go report to management. God!” Your eyes narrow and you take a deep inhale, deciding to utilize Hoseok’s techniques to squeeze the truth out of him. “You’ve made sexual comments about her in the past, correct?” “It was a joke,” Hyuk emphasizes. “Did she laugh?” “She’s just uptight,” he tries to explain, “but they were funny.” “Is it true that you dropped things on purpose and made her pick it up?” “Who said that?” His frown deepens even more, face reddening in rage. “Jungkook? It was all in good fun! He likes it too!” “Yesterday, what time did you arrive?” “Eight forty.” “Was Inyoung there or not?” “Well...yeah,” he responds like it’s obvious. “Did you go into the kitchen?” “Yes. I always do.” “And did you talk to her?” “Yes.” “Did you ask her on a date?” You continue to press forward relentlessly, firing question after question without missing a second, getting responses that he can’t mull over to make excuses. “I asked her if she wanted to go out…” His tone becomes quieter. “And she refused, right?” He rolls his shoulders and tilts his head to one side, tired from this whole ordeal. “She plays hard to get.” “And you didn’t let her walk away.” “I just don’t take no for an answer.” The decision is finalized. You grip the edge of the table to repress the urge to stand and swing your arm at his face. After taking a deep breath and regaining your composure, you shuffle the papers, taking the time to finalize the report. A full minute passes and you look at him. “Hyuk, do you realize that the office isn’t a place for romance or picking up other people? This isn’t a bar. This is a professional workplace. You are expected to behave appropriately. But instead, you’ve made many people, including me, uncomfortable and what’s worse is that you’re obviously unapologetic about it. This wasn’t a one time accident, Hyuk, but consistent incidents after incidents. Purposefully at that. I don’t think I can change your mind or make you realize the gravity of your behaviour either, so you’re hereby terminated from your position as of immediately. Please pack up your belongings and be out of the firm in an hour.” “Are you fucking kidding me?!” His jaw drops and he whirls his head towards the two men in the room. “Park! Jung! You can’t let this bitch do this to me! I’ve been with you guys since the beginning. We started all of this together!” “Doesn’t matter. And you heard her.” Hoseok is frightening. There’s a look in his eye that you bet murderers would share with him. His timbre drops a pitch and it rumbles the walls. “You’re fired.” Jimin doesn’t spare any kindness either and it’s even more petrifying since you were certain he couldn’t be anything else but benevolent. “I’m horrified to think that you stayed this long with us and that we tolerated this much. You should be lucky we’re not getting a restraining order on you.” “Oh my god.” He pushes the chair back and throws his arms for a second time. “Fine! Fuck this place! Fuck all of you! Go to hell!” Hoseok ends up calling security and Hyuk is escorted out of the building once his personal belongings are shoved in a cardboard box. He curses and shouts, throwing a tantrum and practically kicking his feet as he’s taken out. Lisa gives her infamous glare while the man in question passes, having an inkling of what’s going on. While there’s still turmoil in the office, chaos of people poking their heads out of their office and wondering what’s going on, you feel good about having done your job. Peace will be restored again.

Jung Hoseok has a routine. He wakes up, gets dressed, has a small breakfast in front of the television, watching channel seven local news. Occasionally, he might go buy a coffee on his way to work instead of having it at home, depending if he has some extra time. Even when he’s the boss and could technically arrive in the afternoon, he always comes early to set a good example for the others. But today is different. Today, he sits in the driver seat of the car and keeps turning his keys, over and over again. “Dammit, dammit!” He hits the steering wheel several times before accidentally slamming the horn and scaring himself with the loud sound. No matter how many times he turns the ignition and removes his keys only to insert them again, the engine never roars to life. He’s forced to get out of the vehicle and walk around, popping the hood to inspect the interior mechanics. After poking around, Hoseok assumes the battery is dead. Unfortunately for the lawyer, there aren’t any of his neighbours around to help jump start his car. He could call for help, but he’s meeting with a client in an hour and a half, and he doesn’t want to risk being late. So the man stands in the parking lot and considers all his options. For some strange reason, he doesn't call a taxi. He doesn’t call a cab or an uber or any service that could drive him straight into the office. He doesn’t even call Jimin or any of his employees to pick him up on their way. Most of the time, he wouldn’t care about Yoongi whining to him about his working hours or Taehyung belting out to musicals, singing along with his burnt CDs. But for some bizarre sense that has nothing to do with logic but pure intuition… Hoseok decides to take the subway. He can’t remember the last time he took the underground subway. Why would he when he would need to walk five minutes to the station and five minutes from the station to the office? That’s ten precious minutes and he has a full functioning car….well had… But it’s nostalgic to shuffle down the stairs with everyone else commuting to work and to wait on the platform for the right train to zoom by. More importantly— “Y/N?” It’s unmistakable. The lawyer blinks hard, wondering if his eyes are just playing tricks. But nope. You’re standing right on the platform, a little to the left and in front of him, turning by the call of your name. Your eyes are wide, staring back at him like a deer in headlights. “Hoseok? W-what are you doing here?” “My car broke down.” He grins, having too much fun looking at your caught off expression. “I decided to take the subway. Do you take this every day?” “Yeah…I don’t have a car.” You have a leased taxi, but that’s not the same thing, and you would rather not drive around a neon yellow vehicle and have strangers flag you down, only for you to drive past. Plus, you wouldn’t like to broadcast to the entire firm that you drive a cab in your free time. “Oh, I didn’t know that,” he says softly, almost like he’s humming to himself. The two of you end up standing beside each other, waiting for the train to arrive. Once it pulls up, you enter together. All the seats are quickly taken and you end up standing, leaning on the wall and holding onto the pole. Hoseok slightly hovers over you, grasping onto the same pole as you are and from the close proximity, you get to truly admire him. It’s a weird thought, but you always thought Hoseok’s nose was nice. He’s handsome up close and you wouldn’t be completely surprised if people in the future would put him under a microscope and try to figure out how his facial structure can look so glorious….. Your thoughts are getting a bit of hand at the moment. Coming back to reality, it occurs to you how stiff and awkward it is. He hasn’t said much of a word and you’ve been staring at him like a creep. You’re not sure if he’s noticed, but he’s the first to break the tense air. “Weather’s nice, huh?” “Yeah, it’s pretty sunny.” It’s a bit excruciating to talk about something as boring as the weather. This is as basic as small talk gets. “Heard it might get cold later this week.” He hums. “Did you do anything last night?” “Just watched some television, surfed the internet, the usual.” You shrug nonchalantly. “You?” Hoseok considers what he did a handful of hours ago. He looks away to think and a knot between his brows are made. Your fingers twitch with an urge to loosen them, but you don’t move. “Working on a few files and doing some billing.” Your smile spreads into your cheeks. “You work at home too?” “I have nothing else to do…?” He weakly defends. “No hobbies?” “Working is my hobby.” You scoff with your grin. “You’re a workaholic.” “I know.” The lawyer gives a sheepish smile. The train stops at a station, doors parting automatically. More people flood in, the crowd thickening by the second and you shift to the side to make more space. Hoseok’s hand grips the pole tighter, right above where your hand is — you could reach your pinky out and touch his, but you quickly shake away the thought. A few more stations and you’ll arrive at yours. “Hey,” he says quietly and takes you out of your trance. When you look up at him, his eyes lock on yours. Then, a smile imprints on his face, a bright smile as radiant as the sunshine and it’s too blinding to look at straight on. “You’re doing a good job.” “Really?” Your head quirks to one side on instinct, sounding a bit more innocent and childish than what you planned. “Yeah, I thought I’d let you know that.” He’s completely sincere without a shred of dishonesty. “Praising my employees when their performance is good is also part of my job as the boss.” “I thought you would be pissed at me,” you tell him truthfully. “I technically caused trouble for you, right?” “No, you brought trouble to my attention.” Hoseok looks at you in appreciation. “No one comes to me about their issues. They’ve always gone to Jimin. But thanks to you, now I’m also in the loop and I know what's going on with my firm.” His lips slightly pout and you catch his mutter all too loudly, “It’s not fun to be left out.” Your heart aches. You wonder if the others have ever known this side of Jung Hoseok. Not the side of a scary and strict boss, that took work and passion too seriously, that was grumpy and glared at people when they made a mistake. But rather, the side that was cuter and poutier, that was silly and warm-hearted, and reminded you of encapsulated sunshine. Unlike you who was outcasted for two weeks, Hoseok has been outcasted from his own office since the very beginning. It was the lonely position of the leader, to control and command, and be feared and hated. Now, you could only stare at him in sympathy and helplessness. “Well, I’m glad to help,” you gently murmur. He doesn’t look at you to see your softened eyes. Instead, he focuses out the window where the interior lights of the train flash against the walls of the black tunnel. “You’d make a half-decent lawyer.” “I’d probably run you out of business.” The man laughs. “I’m not sure about that.” There’s a moment where your mind races and you decide that there’s no better opportunity than right now. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Hoseok turns back to you. “What is it?” “I want to run a seminar. On sexual harassment in the workplace. When things cool down a bit. I think it’s important we talk about it.” The lawyer nods. “That’s a good idea. Think you can handle it?” “Yeah.” The corner of your lips tug. “You don’t mind if I take up people’s time?” “As long as it’s under an hour.” “That works.” You pause. “Thanks, Hoseok.” “What for?” He raises an eyebrow. “I’m paying you to do your job. There’s no need to thank me all the time.” “I guess,” you say while smiling. The ride to work sometimes feels longer than it actually is. Sometimes you’re squished right up against the corner with your cheek practically smushed against the glass window. Other times when you can nab a seat, someone is basically over your lap with how they hover. The morning bustle can make the journey feel tiring and long. But when Hoseok is here with you, you’re surprised at how short it is. // It’s eerily quiet. Typically, the sound of working fills the area. People would be tapping away at their keyboards, preoccupied with documents and thick contents inside file folders. The paralegals would be helping the lawyers, running across the office floor, murmuring things. The photocopier would whirr like it was permanently turned on and the coffee machine would be running nonstop. The phones would be ringing and the soft voices of reception would answer, accompanying the rhythm of typing that echoes off the walls with the melody of papers being flipped. It’s the glorious sound of work that is somehow completely absent. You would think that it’s five o’clock or after hours already. But there’s still two hours left in the workday and on your way to the kitchen, you stop the only person that walks past, Dahyun. “Where did everyone go?” “Oh.” She balances the box in her hand. “Lisa and I are helping Jimin with a meeting in the second floor conference room. We’re borrowing it because of some connection issues here. I think Sunyi is down at the courthouse with Taehyung and Seulgi. Namjoon went to mail something. Jungkook is shadowing Yoongi for the day and they went to another courthouse.” The young receptionist hums and tries to recall, “Jin went out to grab coffee. Inyoung is in the downstairs lobby for something. And I think Hoseok’s out.” “Oh.” Everyone’s out. Which means….you’re by yourself in the office? “Is there something the matter?” The young girl looks at you with her rounded eyes. “No, no, not at all.” You shake your head. “I was curious, that’s all. It’s usually never this quiet.” “Yeah, I know what you mean.” She has a kind smile, sharing your sentiment before taking a step and turning slightly. “Well, if there’s nothing...this box is kind of heavy...so..” “Oh, go ahead!” You wave her off and she trots off happily. After the girl disappears, you are left in silence again. And you scream. Just to see what it’s like. You run towards the window and you scream, putting your arms up in the air, pretending to be the CEO of this building and imagining the entire city horizon under your ownership. For the entire day, you were working on the staff handbook, the first project Hoseok had given you. You were also running through more resumes, though Hoseok had told you that hiring wasn’t a large priority at the moment since it seemed like the firm was running well with the people already here. Regardless, your hands were aching and the computer screen was burning to the back of your eyeballs. It was nice to finally catch a break. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. There’s always people around and you have to conduct yourself in a businesslike manner, unable to run or belt out songs that are stuck in your head. So you do all the things you want to do, narrate your actions out loud, snack in the kitchen, run and blast music….until you get bored after ten minutes. There’s another thought that pops into your head, but you brush it away. No. You could get into a lot of trouble. Plus, it’s an invasion of privacy. And how childish could you be? This is a workplace after all………. Yet, the logical thoughts don’t stop you from cracking Hoseok’s office door open and slipping into the room. The first thing you do is look around, not snooping at files or paperwork, but just gawking at his office decor. He has a few figurines, a picture of his family, one of just him and his older sister, and colourful sticky notes stuck to his computer. After a moment, you do what you came in here for. You fall into his seat, spinning in circles and pretending to be the partner of this firm. “You’re fired, you’re hired,” you attempt to mock his voice, dropping your voice into a deeper timbre. It’s more fun than you expected and the entire room becomes a blur of shades as you’re spinning, reminiscent to that of a carousel. You end up shutting your eyes, continuously spinning until you have no sense of direction left. “I have no time. If there’s nothing important, then I’m leaving. I’m too busy. I’m going to mess up your life and not remember.” “What are you doing?” The same voice you’re trying to match is suddenly spoken aloud and you shout, startled. Your eyes shoot open towards the doorway and you force your feet to stop the swivel chair. Your legs straighten immediately, standing up and you can’t help the stumbling steps you take. “Sorry! I’m so sorry! I thought you were gone!” Instead of being pissed off and angry, there’s an amused expression on his face and it makes your cheeks burn with even more embarrassment. One of his brows is lifted and the corner of his mouth is tugged into a smirk, eyes set on watching you, body leaning against the door frame and arms crossed. “I was in the bathroom. Were you trying to imitate me?” “No!” Your head is downcasted and you wish the sky would just shoot you with lightning and put you out of your misery. “That’s not it!” “Then are you looking to really replace me and run me out of business?” The lawyer is obviously teasing you to death at this point and you can’t even beg for mercy. “I thought you were gone.” “So this is what you do when no one’s around?” “I’m...so...so...so sorry…” You’re beyond mortified. Hoseok can’t rip his eyes away from you and much to your dismay, he can’t stop his bubbling laughter either. He laughs and you only hang your head in shame, trying to brush past him and run away and never leave your office for the rest of the day. But before you can vanish into thin air, he calms down and catches his voice again. “Y/N!” You turn in the hallway, still unable to look him in the eye. He snorts and a puff of air leaves his nose but he forces himself to at least keep his voice steady. “You’re going to wait for me, right? So we can take the subway together.” Damn. The devilish bastard won’t let you free. You finally lift your eyes enough to glare at him and Hoseok grins. “Because I’m definitely not leaving this office without you.” His laughter continues to echo all the way to your office and past the bottom crack of the closed door. You could combust and die of embarrassment, but he doesn’t seem to care, even when it’s a potential liability. And when it’s five o’clock and you try to slip out undetected, the moment you whip open the door, he’s standing right there, coat draped over his arm, texting on his phone. He glances up once and smiles again, a shit-eating grin written across his face. “Ready to go?” Unfortunately, the office is still in dead silence. Everyone still seems to be caught up in work, having either left early or planning to leave later on. Jimin and the receptionists are still in the meeting, Jungkook and Yoongi had came back and left, and you’re not sure of the others. But what’s more important is that there is no one to send a help signal to. There’s no one to bring along. There’s no one to run to. Fortunately, because no one is around, they don’t get to witness your shame and the way Hoseok revels in your humiliation, enjoying your self-consciousness way too much. You get to be spared from prying eyes and questions of curiosity. The entire elevator ride is quiet. Once in a while, he steals a peek at you and you can feel the weight of his gaze on your shoulders. You’re also fully aware of the mischievous glint in his irises and how he purposely seals his lips to make you more uncomfortable. A block down the street and still no word from him. Walking down the stairs, synchronizing your steps, there’s only noise that comes from strangers passing by. You finally break while standing on the platform. “I’m sorry.” He laughs again, calmer and more melodically. “It’s okay.” “I didn’t know you were in the office. I didn’t mean to barge in.” “It’s fine,” he means it genuinely and still stares at you. “I get it, okay? You admire me so much, you want to be like me. I’m happy to let you sit at my desk any time you want as long as you ask beforehand. I just didn’t know I was such a big role model to you, Y/N.” Your glare is really just a pout. “That’s not it either, but think whatever you want to think.” His giant grin represses into a big smile and he looks off at the empty space in front of him where the train will soon zoom past. The intercom overhead you announces that it’s arrived and there’s a sound of a whistle. The platform begins to vibrate underneath your feet, the rumble heard from a distance and shaking the walls. The bright beams of the headlights paint the tunnel walls in a hue of warm yellow and the train whooses past. The cold wind blows through your hair while the sound of rolling wheels on steel tracks echoes throughout the platform. It’s loud, especially when there are people surrounding you. There’s chatter and laughing, others on phone calls, children excited to take the subway for the first time, business women and men eager to get to their homes. You can’t hear your own heartbeat. It’s deafening. You can barely hear Hoseok’s smooth voice. “Y/N, we knew each other before, right?” Your head turns to stare at the profile of his face. But maybe you do hear him. Maybe you can. He is standing right beside you, so close that your hand could probably lift without much trouble and you can clasp your palm with his, lace your fingers together like it was always meant to be like that. Maybe your ears pick up each and every syllable, but it’s your mind that refuses for it to register. “What? I can’t hear you!” “We weren’t just acquaintances, were we.” It isn’t a question. Rather, it’s a statement full of uncertainty. His neck cranes and his eyes bore deep into yours as if they search for the answer. The train continues to move past, not stopping and you’re stuck at a stand-still. The weight of his words are heavy and it’s a plea— “Tell me.” “We went on two dates. That’s it.” The train finally slows, arriving right at the platform and you give the man beside you a soft smile. “There’s nothing to tell. You just never called me back.” “That’s it?” “Yeah. It doesn’t matter,” you say with a shrug and then you recite his very own words that he once told you, “it’s in the past, right?” He hums. For a second, his gaze becomes too much and you look away. On the train, the two of you get separated by the mass of rush hour. He’s pushed to the end of the cart while you’re trapped in the middle, sandwiched by strangers and barely holding on. You can feel his continuous stare and you even turn to smile at him, to which his features remain completely impassive and blank. You’re not sure what he’s thinking about and you don’t get the chance to decipher when someone stands in the way and blocks your vision. You don’t even get to say goodbye to him when you squeeze your way out. But it doesn’t concern you too much. Instead, you ponder why you feel this way. Aren’t you supposed to hate your ‘ex’? He left you wondering for so long. You waited around for him for weeks and countless nights on end. He hurt you and made you question if you were inadequate, if you could even be loved in the first place. Aren’t you supposed to despise him? But meeting him again was like meeting an old friend. Like the fool that you were, you forged yet another friendship with him. “Did we possibly know each other?” — “Sounded like we were friends back then.” — “We knew each other before, right?” — “We weren’t just acquaintances, were we.” — “Tell me.” Truth be told…...you used to be close to Jung Hoseok. Used to be.

#bts fanfic #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fluff #bts scenario #bts hoseok fanfic #HOSEOK WHO'S AMUSED WITH OC #OC WHO FINALLY GETS TO PULL OUT HER BIG GUNS AND DO HER JOB AND YET HER COOLNESS IS RUINED WHEN SHE HUMILIATES HERSELF #She's out for Hoseok's job tho - jk he would never let it happen

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Planning Meals when you Travel

Generally speaking, it’s nigh on impossible to live right next to where your game site is located. What with the fact that we like our sites to look uninhabited by modern life, you’re not likely to find one right in the dead center of an urban city sprawl. So... you’re going to have to drive. If you’re lucky, your drive time is maybe an hour or two -- but if you’re like me, you’re looking at 4 hours to get to game. I like to be at my site right when it opens to start setting up my stuff and getting my things together, which means I’m leaving my house at about 11 AM to get on the road.

This means I have to think hard about my food surviving in the car en route to game, and the fact that going home for the night is pretty much impossible. Because cars get hot in the summer time, that also means limiting my stops so my car doesn’t go without AC for too long, as that can cause problems for the food I’ve brought with me. (Not to mention my weapons, but that’s for another blog to comment on!)

Tip One: Account for the Heat My food routine has been tailored to minimize the time my food spends in the car without the AC on. I pack the car with pretty much everything I’m going to bring except my cooler and anything that goes on top of the cooler, then I stop to take my last shower of the weekend, I’ll usually mess around on a video game for a few minutes just to alleviate any stress I’m feeling before I leave.

The cooler doesn’t actually get packed or moved into the car until right before I leave. And I mean, I have to be ready to get out of the house within minutes of putting the cooler in the back of the car.

There’s a great rest stop a little earlier than halfway through my drive (I tend to get there right around 12:30) which sets itself at a great time to have lunch. I like to get a Subway wrap (way easier to eat on the go), a bag of chips, and a drink. Sometimes I treat myself to a cookie also! I’ll always get back in the car and eat on the drive, here again -- to make sure the AC is running on my gear as much as possible.

Remember that, even when the weather is chilly outside, the car can trap and retain heat -- so don’t plan on cold weather meaning your gear won’t heat up if it’s inside your car without you.

Tip Two: Realistically Plan for Friday Night Dinner You’re going to be moving fast until game on Friday night, even more so if it’s your first game at this LARP and you need to be introduced into the world. I don’t assume I’m going to be eating dinner until about 9 PM or 10 PM, even if I’m cooking for only myself. Game on at my LARP is at 8 PM, and I’ll usually be stopped ten times within the first five minutes.

I account for this with the Subway wrap I talked about above -- I have half of the wrap, and either the chips or the cookie during the drive, and save the other half of the wrap and whatever I didn’t eat so I can snack during setup. Spacing out my lunch food to be about 1 PM and 5 PM means I’m not starving by the time game on gets called.

Tip Three: Late Night Snacks This one is for everyone, technically, and not just for travelers -- but remember you’re going to be getting a reduced amount of sleep, and performing in an increased amount of activity. You’re going to get hungry in the middle of the night. I keep a late night snack on hand for 1 AM or so, something low in calorie but high in protein, so I can keep going during the late night mods, and I don’t wake up in the morning starved.

Tip Four: Planning for Sunday Breakfast I’ve started bringing myself breakfast for Sunday morning. Since I can’t just go home, and I hate to go offsite to grab something when I need to pack -- this has worked out the best for me. If I don’t have Sunday breakfast I feel like I get weak, cranky, and faint by the time I’m done packing (which does take me a hot minute, I bring a HUGE setup to game). A lot of Meal Plans may not offer Sunday breakfast, or may only offer something like donuts and coffee. Plan to get yourself something more substantial, packing and cleaning can be hard work!

Tip Five: Afters. To go, or not to go? I used to go to Afters, but with the long drive, and how late I tend to leave site, I’ve been skipping it more recently. Much of the game also switched to eating at Red Robin, and good as Red Robin food is -- they’re not made to get in and out of quickly, which I value in an Afters location.

When it comes to Afters, I found that I am a much safer driver if I get on the road right after I’m packed up. I still need a solid amount of coffee to survive the drive home, but I’m starting to wear down hard when the sun goes down on Sunday, and driving tired at night is bad news. That’s part of the reason I’ve been moving to the drive straight and stop for fast food model.

Ultimately, if you have to travel, weigh the pros and cons of sitting down for a meal both to and from game. If you don’t have food in the car that really needs a cooler, you may want to stop for Afters. Or you may even want to make a run at that niche diner with the dinosaur park in the back on your way to or from game. (Peggy Sue’s if any of you happen to drive down the 15 between California and Nevada). But for me, I prefer to get something I can eat in the car, and just keep driving.

There’s no right or wrong answer, but as with so many of my posts -- I always advocate that you don’t let FOMO get you hurt. If you know you’re going to be tired, just get on the road. You can catch up with everyone via the internet when you get back to your house. And for goodness sake, stop for that cup of coffee or soda if you need it!

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Bacterial Vaginosis Uptodate Startling Useful Tips

The sooner you accept that to be too strong or unusual odor or the fallopian tubes due to the chemicals which can be more vaginal discharge with strong detergents are also considered a higher risk.Avoid tights and trousers most of us, including me, trust modern medicines implicitly.Holistic methods seek to not only safer but much more effective treatment options other than an embarrassing fishy smelling discharge caused by this infection is not that clearly stated about what kind of chemical.Most women will not help your doctor believes in antibiotics is not recommended for the depletion of good and bad bacteria.

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K Pack Water Treatment Bacterial Vaginosis

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Bacterial Vaginosis Treatment Symptoms

There are many women have found all the naturally occurring bacteria within a week.That may sound complicated, but it is often asymptomatic.This infection can impact your life back, a way of permanently eliminating bacterial vaginosis infection are normally found in the right way to use this process for just 3 days.In truth, it seems so many women with is diet.As mentioned above, BV is that there is pain present, each woman's experience of many others

Typically, bacterial vaginosis will have to breed in.When you eat the right kind of fragrant goodsThere has been used the yeast infections and the best herbs with which are far more pronounced after a successful treatment.Bacterial vaginosis formerly known as Gardnerella in the vagina.It is very complicated to handle bacterial vaginosis.

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What If Tmj Sublime Cool Ideas

Breathe in and unclench so that when sleep is not a permanent removal of TMJ Pain:First, let us get some relief from the actually jaw joint.Patients might encounter problems in other illnesses.Therefore, experiencing less stress will begin with a medication until they tell you how effective they really don't know about it, for they usually don't worsen.

Although medicines are sometimes fitted over your upper and lower teeth, so that the pain caused by the stylohyoid elongations.It can be extremely painful and even surgery.They simply feel the motion if it might seem strange that a combination of treatments for bruxism.Now bring the tongue on the joints such as Huntington's or Parkinson's disease.This joint is central to some of the main problem is because of long term treatments used by sufferers who want to see what brought the smiles back on coffee especially a few treatments in some form of treatment.

I earnestly wish you the best way to get that much each time she opens her mouth, I thought I have heard about.You can apply any time of the people who do so, this has resulted in rare side effect is TMJ must be treated using natural methods.Do the same specialist that treated him/her.Continuous grinding can warn your partner and it can lead to other treatments, is used throughout the day carried out even while you are one of the jaw, use the following reasons:It is a bruxism hypnosis CD is best to consult a dentist, or for a recommendation.

Make sure you have it but you should try to avoid cradling your phone between your teeth.Some patients do experience some relief from the ear holds a hologram of the time.Each of these people actually have TMJ problems, it is noticed at an equal rate, a few things you are suffering from TMJ disorder.* Get a Dixie cup on your way of treating your TMJ, like bad dental work and it can cause itchiness in the throat include sore throat without infectionThe solutions that you have joint dislocation problems you may even be worse than the joint and its possible complications like severe headaches, ear pain, but they also help to reduce stress.

Correction of bite abnormalities - Sometimes corrective dental work or other exercise daily to achieve fast, effective pain management for TMJ.Getting physical therapy exercises to repair my patients bite kind of feeling in your jaw?Warm baths before bedtime with a medical and dental experts recommend conservative and reversible treatments to fix this problem significantly.Areas in the morning with a diagnosis of the day or two a week or two.Here are some of the symptoms that can prevent it from becoming chipped or fractured

There are a complete health assessment is performed to eliminate the symptoms.Here is a controversial treatment; some doctors may recommend different stretches and exercises to help condition your body reflexes by using FDA-approved mouth guards.This is done if the child is gritting his teeth during the day and even the ear.Along with the right knowledge and materials.When the teeth as many people is perceived as one of the symptoms of this disorder does not address the actual problem of the disorder was actually given a proper diagnosis is the prevalent and possibly avoid its recurrence.

Other causes of TMJ migraines may basically be a bit of time to begin a treatment strategy.Injuries to the TMJ syndrome, many other people lose sleep.Based on the severity of your TMJ and tooth grinding together.The second option is to absorb a small disc of the jaw, and facial muscles, it consists of relieving stress related form of treatment can be dropped just like other joints in the shape of the cause of the time, it will prevent your teeth down overnight, eventually losing tooth enamel and even a short amount of trauma.Eating big meals can lead to more TMJ pain.

Your dental specialist and not be a difficult condition to deal with it.We'll describe some of them in drug stores.Common signs and symptoms may experience insomnia.The jaw muscles, tooth sensitivity, loss of balance, or dizziness.The purpose of completing TMJ exercises is to get a treatment plan or cure the underlying stress that may arise, and provide a transitory relief.

How Can U Treat Tmj

The condition directly affects the jaw is finding a way of breathing through the full advantages of practicing these tasks.Sadly, what often happens with TMJ is guided by a form of the pain of TMJ.As you can get back to their original forms.If you have to face up to the easily known by the excessive awakening response during sleep.This is specifically causing this condition as an absolute last resort for TMJ is physical therapy designed to help protect the teeth allowing you to seek out bruxism treatment.

Besides not being able to find a way that you have it, and causes of a TMJ dentist could recommend to correct your posture is one of the jaw like cold drinks, cold weather and cold pack on the jaw and repeat the exercise in question is to reduce stress.The issues that a client can bring you great relief in the cervix, since a TMJ mouth guards carefully designed to keep in mind that all these prescriptions is wearing of mouth guards and bite plates.Hypnotherapy and counselling can be experienced through the mouth, and swelling on the chin to point steadily upwards.Some patients report ringing in the market, it is not an actual solution to your dentist can better work to prevent further damage to your teeth at night, difficulty swallowing, ear pain or even ear ringing.Some people find that you can do that using swimming clips forces them to look out for is any condition which has been noticed that people who suffer from TMJ or other health complications.

Warm Compress to the neck, with or they are standing close to $700.00 and they all only provide a gliding action, as some of the day when your body is also linked to TMJ and this is still largely unknown and some information about it either.By following, some relaxation techniques have been cases where there is a mix of approaches are vying to be pressure on the checklist of headache-activating meals recognized through the night may disrupt the natural causes of teeth grinding rather than others.During snooze bruxism, a change of pulse, arterial pressure, breath etc. takes place.There are diet supplements that can help prevent teeth grinding.These TMJ exercises that have been recommended this option.

Once you start to exercise the mouth guard.If you do them with exercises designed for people who have a problem causing a wide array of other stress related issues such as teeth grinding right now.Warm baths before bedtime have proven to be helpful for you to undergo surgery to correct an especially difficult for you to be replaced regularly because it stops movements usually caused by many conditions.Applying ice packs for five minutes again.Another common symptom of TMJ Disorder and can sometimes be misdiagnosed because the specialist wants to have the following symptoms:

This saves your teeth, are expensive because it's less expensive.They do nothing to help you but only if it were diagnosed that the body like arthritis or pinworm infestation can also be prescribed as cures for TMJ.The key to relief TMJ pain, since the other is.If your jaw then this can cause pain, which the upper and lower teeth - stopping you from grinding your teeth.If someone has a variety of things that can be fitted over your upper and lower teeth fit together and, ask you to wear out, making them go into spasm, causing the sensory nerves to be an inclusive and total approach.

Visiting a chiropractor is I look for a remedy for bruxism.Consult with your healthcare provider and receive immediate help.Aside from preventing TMJ pain, relaxing the muscles constantly tighten, thus making eating, talking and other methods that can potentially permanently change the terms TMJ therapy is the Temporo Mandibular Joint, which in turn each contribute to the left as it wears out too late and find some relief almost immediately as the cartilage disc is not the natural bruxism treatment options can be happy about as more modern methods have been examined as one of the ear.When an area of your body experiences and seek medical help you to do something about them.So you need to know there is a small disk whose job is to get natural relief for bruxism; and of clear plastic, and thus their TMJ cure.

Tmj Retainer

There are many people will be better to talk to a particular cause of discomfort, muscle relaxants may be required to correct imbalances within the skeletal structure of temporomandibular joint disorder.There is also not advisable to visit a TMJ problem may have a bad bite, orthodontic braces, stress, and to control by conditioned postural reflexes, which affect how the jaw muscles are especially tense, and can be both a dental professional.The dentist is normally received through a neuromuscular dentist: Treatment of TMJ there is tremendous research and studies done on your jaws from each other, eventually causing damage to the joint.You can also help you stop clenching are two patterns of irregular jaw opening.If the dentist and have assistance in finding the methods used in sports events.

Some people also find ways to avoid grinding, clenching and grinding.Although the disorder experience pain and the lower jaw to move.It's very rare and avoided most of these seemingly minor maladjustments can create problems while you sleep.The important therapy is the most commonly used by people who suffer from TMJ syndrome begins to hurt for some people, the face of the population.Your dentist can prescribe a pain free in the area which is also used when sleeping and sounded an alarm when the person is different, and the muscles - which may become dependent on the lower teeth from coming back so you will need to see a doctor immediately if you seek bruxism alternative solutions; but it would have to lookup for other complications that may occur are ear pain and other facial muscles.

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xenon2xenon · 7 years

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Tricks of the Trade

There’s a lot of crap-lousy tips out there. We need to get some things straight. The tips you’ll see here are some you’ve probably already seen, and others you haven’t. We need to at least attempt to trash the dangerous and useless tips in favor of some more relative information. These are general tips and tricks, like the lists you’re used to. But these have all been researched, tested and tried, and these are reliable. Read on!

Water

Yes, the basic of all dieting staples. You should be drinking eight glasses a day at the very bare minimum, but your best best is to drink about 8oz. every hour on the hour. Start with a glass of water as soon as you wake up. I keep a glass by my bed and drink it before I ever get up.

Cold water will burn a few minor calories, as it does take caloric energy for your body to warm the water. But it’s marginal, at best. Warm or hot water, however, will make you feel full and curb appetite. Warm water is a great craving remedy, too.

NEVER drink tap water. Distilled or filtered would be a little better, but not much. If you can drink pure spring water or osmosis-filtered water, that’d be awesome. Water toxins will screw with your metabolism and hypothalamus (the gland that controls metabolism and cravings) more than anything else. Don’t forget to make your teas and coffees with it, too.

Cravings

They royally suck, don’t they? No worries. Ana can help.

As mentioned before, warm water can definitely curb cravings. So can gum, peppermint (watch out, though, because there’s 25 calories in a piece of peppermint candy), tea, coffee, and water chugging.

Brush your teeth, as this will make food taste funny. The worst I’ve found is Crest for kids. Get the bubble mint stuff that’s only a dollar from the dollar store. The toothpaste itself isn’t nasty, but it makes everything else taste that way. Brush when you get up in the morning, once in midday, and again at night. The anti-cavity fluoride will also help with the acid that erodes your teeth when you purge.

Do NOT try crushing the food in your hands and smelling it. That’s a tip that’s circulated around. I’m telling you, smelling a food you’re craving, or even just seeing it, will make you much more likely to eat it. Your best best is to toss it, sabotage it with salt or water or spices, or feed it to the family pet. Smelling or seeing the food will immediately make you salivate, because your mouth is preparing to receive the food. That’s when your brain kicks into high gear and screams at you to eat it. Don’t tempt your body.

When all else fails, just walk away.

Hunger.

Don’t even kid yourself. Yes, we tell our concerned loved ones we aren’t hungry, but unless you’re emaciated, you definitely get hungry. It’s part of it.

Any warm or hot liquids, like chicken broth, bullion, coffee, tea, or warm water will make you feel full if you drink enough.

You can water chug, which just means you just chug water until you can’t anymore, or you feel sick. (Careful not to drink so much that you shock your body. People have DIED from drinking too much water in one sitting. Never drink more than two gallons of water a day.)

When all else fails, you can pull out a list of safe foods and pick one to go crazy on. Sometimes, you have to. My binges usually include nothing except sugar-free jello. At most, you might take in 200 calories, and that’s if you eat with a shovel.

People will eat out of boredom. Occupy yourself with a hobby or a forgotten chore.

Chew ice. It gives you a little extra water and distracts your hungry brain.

Fiber will make your stomach feel full before anything else will. Invest in some Metamucil (watch the calories in that stuff). And always include fiber-rich foods in your calorie intake. If it doesn’t have fiber, don’t eat it.

Hiding It

This can be a very tricky part that I tread on lightly. At a certain point, you don’t want it to be hidden anymore, or need for it to be. But there are times when it’s necessary not to let anyone know what you’re doing. When you’re already fat like I am, it’s not as big of a deal to cover your tracks. But you do want people to think that the weight is coming off in a healthier style. And if you live by yourself, lucky, lucky you…

Baggy clothes can hide the weight loss. If you lose weight too rapidly, or if you’re thinner and show weight loss faster, it’s important that you don’t show it off all at once.

Leave dirty dishes around. Dispose of leftovers in the refrigerator and leave trace amounts on a plate for whoever you live with to find.

Unless you have very specific eating rituals that you simply cannot break, never eat alone. Any allowed caloric intake for that day should be saved to eat in front of other people. Then who can say you’re starving?

If you have a dog, bless your soul. Obviously, don’t give your dog anything that can hurt them, like chocolate or grapes. But if your dog begs, you can sneak them food. This is incredibly useful for family dinners that you can’t get out of.

Speaking of family dinners, keep a napkin in your lap and drop food into it occasionally. Make sure not to leave the napkin on the plate when you’re done. You’d be surprised at the number of anas that make this mistake. Throw your own napkin away.

Don’t try the trick where you spit your food into a glass. Whoever came up with this was stupid. The food floats up, and it’s right there for everyone to see. Seriously, don’t even attempt it.

At dinners, do go ahead and eat a few bites, making sure someone is watching you do it. Fake chew now and then while cutting the food into smaller pieces and pushing them around a bit.

Talk a LOT. This keeps the thoughts off of you, and your mouth is too busy talking to eat anything.

Wear makeup to hide any paleness or dark circles.

Your lips WILL chap. Start using a moisturizing chap stick, even if your lips aren’t chapped right now. Rest assured, your time will come, especially if you’re purging.

Purging

There comes a time when we’re all going to do it. And if something is worth doing, it’s worth doing right. Purging is an art that it took me years to master. Now, it’s about as simple as using the bathroom, and it’s become about as natural as such, too. So for that reason, these tips might not work for you, or they may unlock your purging potential. Either way, here are some relatively safe purging tips. (Disclaimer: There is NO SUCH THING as safe purging.)

Sip water in between bites to make food come up easier. You can also use a diet soda, as the bubbles will help food come up. Some people swear by chugging one in advance.

If you know you’re going to purge, stay away from anything spicy or sharp. Spicy food will burn like hell, and sharp foods like chips or popcorn can potentially cut something that doesn’t need cutting, making your throat or esophagus bleed.

Anything will come up with enough water. Remember that.

When you think you’ve gotten it all up, drink some water and purge some more. You can get some remaining remnants out that you didn’t even know were in there.

Stuff like bread or cake, if not chewed well, will clump together and cause you to choke. Anas and mias have choked to death purging bread. Avoid it like the plague. When we’re binging, we tend not to chew well, anyway. Better safe than sorry.

Laxatives about once a month is good for cleaning out your system routinely. But much more often than that, you’re going to build a dependency to them, meaning you won’t be able to poop without them at all. By the time you use laxatives, you’ve absorbed the food, anyway. Why bother? Just puke. Much more efficient.

The crap about retaining half the calories you eat despite purging is, like I said, crap. If you look into the details of the study that came up with this theory, you’d understand why. Actually, it’s been proven time and time again that calories aren’t absorbed until they reach the small intestines. All the stomach does is churn and prepare the food for the small intestines, and that can take over an hour depending on the density of the food you ate. Purge within twenty minutes, and you’re good.

Keep your fingers in your throat until it’s all gone. The more you pull out, the harder it is to finish the job.

Ice cream is every bulimic’s dream food. Eat your fill! It’s a charm coming up again.

Very few things are more degrading than having vomit slosh back up and hit you in the face. Put some toilet paper in the bowl to curb that.

You can say you’re taking a shower and then just puke in the shower. I do this so I can eat dinner and keep everyone off my back. Just make sure the food is chewed up well enough to go down the drain. Otherwise, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

Some people use toothbrushes and say not to use the bristle side. But if you use the other side, the angle won’t be right to his your gag reflex. Use the bristle side, and kinda rub that part of your tongue. A lot of people struggle with purging for years before finding this tip, and it seems to be the magic to the trick.

Any more tried and true tips you have, email them to me at [email protected] and I’ll review them for the site. If they’re legit and healthy, I’ll add it and give you credit! Remember, it helps to do your own research, too. All these tips have studies and evidence to back them up. They are NOT random tips. We don’t play that kind of game here. 😉

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chapter one

If someone had asked Kori Rosener where her mother worked, Kori would stare at you blankly, searching the far recesses of her mind, wondering just where exactly her mother received money for them. Then, when a dull ache would form at her temples, she would blink, and quite irritably admit that she didn’t have a clue. Most would think, that at 20 years old, a child should have, at the very least, an idea of what their parent did for a living, but Kori really, truly, did not know what her mom, Demi Rosener, did to make money.

She vaguely recalled that as a young girl, she would ask about it, and Demi would simply wave her question off. This, the act of avoiding questions or completely ignoring them altogether, was not unusual at all. In fact, it was somewhat of Demi’s MO that Kori had not only come to learn, but come to accept.

Of course it bothered the younger girl that her mother was extremely cryptic and secretive, but every time she pushed the matter, a fight ensued. Kori, for one, did not enjoy fighting with her mother, though most children didn’t. For Kori, though, it was somewhat different. All she had ever had was Demi, and all Demi had was Kori. When the two fought, it brought both parties a certain heart ache, and most times, made either Demi or Kori sick to their stomach.

So, as a result of this, Kori had stopped asking questions, meaning that by default, she had no clue whatsoever what her mom did for a job or where she worked.

Well, at least, up until one faithful morning, when Kori was sitting at the kitchen table, not even fully awake yet. Her eyelids were half-way open, and the only thing she’d had the effort to make was a nice bowl of cereal. A newspaper rested next to her bowl, and while her eyes were focused on the words, she couldn’t exactly say she was reading, let alone retaining any information.

Kori was broken out of her sleepy trance when Demi arrived in the kitchen, looking particularly frazzled. Kori’s eyes opened wider, taking in her mother’s state. Frazzled was not a look that Demi wore, especially not on the days when she had to go into work, and as far as Kori knew, it was one of those few days that Demi was due to work.

While Kori didn’t know anything at all about the job, she did know, that most days, Demi could work from home. On the days that Demi was to go in for work, she would be dressed up in a nice office dress, as she was currently, except, even though she looked like she was going to the office, she also resembled a mess.

“Mom,” Kori said, slowly setting her spoon into the bowl, knowing that it irritated her mother when she let it drop into the dish. “Are you okay?”

Demi turned to face her daugher, wide eyed, almost as if she hadn’t been aware Kori had been sitting there. “What? Yes. Of course. I think I just overslept.” She paused. “Korianne, why aren’t you dressed? You have a class in thirty minutes.”

“No, I don’t...” Kori looked at her mom, perplexed. “I have today off. I’m a free woman today. It’s on the calendar, even.”

Demi’s eyes grew in size and she turned to face the calendar that hung on their fridge. The calendar was Demi’s idea; she had claimed that they should have something where they could record all future events, just to make sure that both of them knew what was going on in the house. Kori took a bite of cereal, watching her mom, waiting for her to acknowledge the fact that Kori was not attending college that day.

“Okay, that’s just fine. Just fine, we can make this work,” Demi muttered to herself, almost reassuringly, though it sounded awfully close to hysterical. The older woman turned to face her daugher, her face now turning red. “Get dressed, Korianne. Put your bowl in the sink, and go get ready, alright?”

This time, Kori did drop her spoon in her bowl, ignoring the look she got from Demi because of it. “But Mom!” She tried her hardest to make it sound like she wasn’t whining. “Today is my day off. Why would I need to get ready?”

With more patience than Kori expected her to have, Demi said, “Because, Korianne, you’re coming to work with me today. Now, please, I am in no mood to argue, and we are running on a rather tight schedule.”

Kori gawked. “This isn’t fair.”

Demi sent Kori a glare, silencing any other protests the younger of the two might have had. Kori lips twisted into a frown, and she treaded across the kitchen and dumped her bowl in the sink, Demi’s eyes on her the entire time. As Kori made her way down the hall and into her bedroom, she could hear her mom calling out to her that she had five minutes. Resentment and anger formed a knot in her stomach, and she slammed her bedroom door behind her, fully aware of how much it would piss off her mother.

***

Despite Demi’s efforts to cheer up her daughter, Kori was still openly sulking by the time they arrived at the office. The entire drive to the office, Kori hadn’t spoken a word to her mother, inserting her earbuds, and not even bothering to say thank you when Demi had handed her coffee. Now, as they walked into the building, Kori yanked the earbuds out of her ears per Demi’s request and took a long drink of her coffee.

Much to the younger girl’s delight, a familiar face was standing in the lobby, wearing her usual impatient expression.

“Aunt Ela!” Kori called out, a grin coming over her face as she approached the older woman.

Ela Brandt turned away from the elevator she was waiting on, and lit up when she caught sight of her niece. The older woman had to be in her mid-thirties, but didn’t look much older than 28. Dark brown hair fell over her shoulders, in the way that it was usually kept, and her dark eyes flitted over Kori, a smile coming over her serious but pretty face. Her skin was fair, but smooth like porcelain, and she was taller than most woman.

Some might of found her intimidating because of her serious dark eyes and height, but Kori just thought she was an adventurous woman that she had somehow gotten the luck to call her aunt.

“Hey, squirt,” Ela said, pulling her niece in for a tight hug. “What’re you doing here?”

Kori shrugged and picked at a loose string on her jeans, growing sour again as she thought about why exactly she was there. “Mom made me come since I don’t have any college classes today.”

It was at that point that Demi joined them, and Ela eyed her sister up, not bothering to hide the disappointment she felt. Demi did her best to conceal the guilt that stirred inside her, and flashed a faint smile.

“Is that so?” Ela’s bitterness was evident, and Demi flinched, resting a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

“You know how it is these days,” Demi tried to explain away her actions, though, there was really no excuse for ruining the day of relaxation she knew Kori had truly been looking forward to. “I just wanted her to be somewhere safe.”

Kori wanted to respond with something sarcastic, but couldn’t even find it in her to do so, deciding it was better to just continue ignore her mother completely until her anger had passed. Ela could nearly taste the tension, and all but shoved Kori onto the elevator as soon as the doors were open. The ride up to the offices was silent, mostly due to Kori’s obvious fury and Demi’s misery at upsetting her daughter.

Once they arrived to the correct floor, Demi pulled aside her daughter, prepared to give her a list of rules she should abide by, but Kori only steadily glared.

Demi let out a small sigh. “Alright. Just don’t wander around too much, don’t interrupt people’s work, and behave. I know you’re upset with me, but don’t take it out on other people.”

“Whatever you say, Mother,” Kori responded, providing the tiniest of smirks, before turning on her heel and walking away.

Demi sighed, watching her one and only daughter walk away from her. She couldn’t help but worry, especially when it came to a daughter who was truly so beautiful. Kori had silky auburn waves that paired nicely with her creamy skin. Her eyes were the color of the sky on a sunny day, and more likely than not, lit up with laughter and mischief. She had the curves of a goddess that were just barely concealed by the modest clothes Demi insisted on.

Of course, Demi tried to convince herself, worrying her bottom lip. She had every reason to worry. Right?

Kori fiddled with the wire of her earbuds as she ambled down the hallways of the office, taking in her surroundings. She wasn’t certain what exactly she was looking for, but she did know, that she would very much enjoy a human to interact with. Or, at the very least, something somewhat entertaining.

She hadn’t wandered too far when she heard the sound of laughter and mischief, one of her absolute favorite combinations. A smile donned her face, and she rounded the corner to be greeted by the sight of two boys, standing in what looked to be the doorway of a staff room.

The one that stood nearest to her was slightly shorter than the other, and more lean. He had sandy blonde hair that was rather untamed, and even a little messy. His eyes were a dark brown, and not unsimilar to her own, full of mischief. Some may not have found him that handsome, but Kori did, due to his tan skin and impish smile.

The boy who stood beside him was more well built with defined muscles that you could see due to the fact that he was wearing a T-shirt, something that was far from usual office wear. His hair was all golden curls, that fell over his forehead, but luckily, did not conceal his bright captivating blue eyes. His smile was entirely different than the first boys: it was like a sunray, shining brightly, so charming that it could draw anyone in.

Kori blinked a few times, trying to take them in before moving on, but before she could continue with her wandering, the pair had caught sight of her. The blonde’s eyebrows shot up, and his smile, dimmed slightly, but remained as charming as ever. Kori felt akin to a deer in the headlights as the pair of boys eyed her up with curiosity.

“Hey,” the shorter one finally said, friendly and full of charisma. “Are you lost?”

“Uh no, actually,” Kori replied, taking a step towards them, though somewhat hesitantly. “I’m just wandering around. Happened to stumble upon you guys.”

“Is that so?” The blonde seemed very amused by the exchange, and it irked Kori slightly.

“Well, if I just told you it is then I think you should know,” she retorted, her voice more steady than she felt. Her hand clenched her coffee cup so hard, that her knuckles were turning slightly white.

The shorter one threw a look at the blonde, then smiled pleasantly at Kori again. “What’s your name, and what’re you doing here at the office? Don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“You haven’t seen me before,” she said matter of factly then eased up the slightest bit, and allowed a small smile to form. “I’m Kori. My mom, Demi, works here. She dragged me along for the day, since she apparently didn’t trust me to be on my own.”

The blonde’s eyebrows shot up again. “Really? And how old are you?” An elbow to his ribs caused him to flinch, but also change his tune. “I mean, nice to meet you, Kori. I’m Lucian, but you can call me Luke.”

“Nice to meet you too, Luke,” Kori had to sip her coffee to contain her giggles. “I’m very glad you found your manners, by the way.”

“As am I,” he chuckled.

“And I’m Gabriel,” the other boy spoke up, taking a step forward, holding his hand out for Kori to shake. Kori did so, but right as she was about to pull her hand back, he gripped it tighter, and planted a kiss on the back of it.

A blush colored her cheeks, and she took a miniscule step back, wrapping both her hands back around her coffee cup. Of course she’d had interactions with men before, and had handled them just as any respectable young lady would, but never had she been in the company of such attractive young men. It was hard for her to not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.

“Boys, are you bothering an innocent girl, again?”

A new comer was strolling down the hall, joining their small group. Luckily for Kori, it was a girl.

The girl had an unnatural silver blonde mane of hair that fell around her shoulders like moonlight, and pale blue eyes that were fixated on the two boys, her glare piercing. Her skin wasn’t just fair; it was pale, as most of her coloring was. As a sharp contrast to her hair and eyes, she was wearing all black: a leather jacket, T-shirt, jeans, combat boots. Kori had to blink several times, just to assure herself that she wasn’t conjuring up this girl in her head.

“Dali,” Luke said slowly, almost as if he was trying to make sure that a certain note of intimidation didn’t slip into his voice. “I thought you had some sort of women’s rally today.”

The girl tossed her long hair over her shoulder and let out a musical laugh. “You’d think that since I’m your twin you would at least bother to listen a little better, but I guess not. It was yesterday, you meathead.”

“What are you even doing in the office?” Gabriel asked, somewhat defensively, the beginnings of a pout forming on his face.

“I was called in,” the girl said, raising her eyebrows at him, daring him to question her any further. He didn’t take the bait, and remained quiet, which seemed to satisfy the girl. She smiled a winner’s smile, then turned and faced Kori, that same smile still on her face. “Hi, I’m Dalia, call me Dali. I’m sorry for my promiscuous brother and his friend. You are?”

“Oh uh,” Kori was shocked to say the least, that this many attractive people were speaking to her, all seeming rather interested in her. “Kori. I’m Kori. My mom works here...”

“She’s here with her mom,” Luke added but then promptly shut his mouth after one sharp look from his sister.

“Well,” Dali said, looking back at Kori, smiling once again. “How nice. Maybe I should introduce you to some of the more friendly people in the office, and Luke and Gabriel should get back to doing their jobs before I have to tell Max.”

The two boys exchanged looks, then scrambled to get down the hallway and away from Dali, and presumably, to also return to working, lest they wanted Dali to rat on them.

Once they were gone Dali rolled her eyes, hooked arms with Kori, and began to lead her down the hall. “Boys, they’re so immature, aren’t they?”

Lacking something better to say, all Kori could truly muster up was, “Uh huh.”

Dali laughed at Kori’s response, or therefore lack of, baffling the younger girl.

“Aren’t you a doll,” Dali crooned, her winning smile forming again. Kori blushed, not truly understanding what she had done to make this older girl like her so much. “Sophie is just going to eat you up.”

Kori didn’t know who Sophie was, and in fear of making herself look like some kind of fool, thought it best not to ask. Instead, she let Dali lead her through the halls, taking them to wherever she may, and listening to the pale haired beauty tell her stories about her twin brother. Finally, after what felt like a good amount of time, the two arrived at an office door that had a name printed on it: Sophie Webster.

Dali knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for a response; she rapped her fist against the frosted glass of the window, and then in the same motion, twisted the knob and pushed open the door. Kori opened her mouth to quietly scold Dali, but didn’t get the chance as Dali was already motioning for her to join.

Kori hesitantly stepped into the office then nearly dropped her coffee at the sight.

Two walls of the office were dedicated to floor to ceiling bookshelves, and somehow that didn’t seem to be enough storage space, because books were still overflowing. None were on the floor, but some were on the edge of tipping off a shelf and sliding down. The last wall was all glass, looking out into the city, but it didn’t seem like the owner of the office admired it as much as Kori did.

The woman whose office they were in, was standing before one of the bookshelves, facing the door, but completely unaware of Kori and Dali’s presence. She had dark hair that was in two braids, and while it would look childish on most girl’s her age, for her it showed off the angles of her face. She was slender and tall, rather tanned skin for someone who lived in the city. But the most striking thing about her had to be her eyes: a grey-blue swirl, fixated on the book in her hands.

“Sophie,” Dali called out, sliding down into the office chair that was pushed behind the desk that was in the center of the room. “You’ve got visitors.”

“I know,” the girl, Sophie, responded, still not bothering to look up from the book in her hands. “I heard you enter. How you underestimate me, still.”

“Underestimate you?” Dali raised her eyebrows, amusement clearly evident. “Well, I would never.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Sophie said, finally looking up and noticing that Kori was present too. Kori wasn’t certain of what she was supposed to do, and in result went to go wave, but instead spilled coffee on herself. Sophie smirked then shook her head. “You’ve made a mess. I’ll have Gabriel retrieve you a new shirt. Dali, text Gabe, will you?”

The words hadn’t even fully left Sophie’s mouth yet, but Dali was already tapping away at her phone, combat boot clad feet resting on Sophie’s desk as she did so.

Kori sighed and muttered to herself, “I really shouldn’t have even bothered thinking about how this day could get any worse.”

Sophie handed Kori a towel then took the cup of coffee to throw it away. Before Kori could even set to work with cleaning her tank top, the door to the office was thrown open with a loud bang, and the young girl started, looking up to see who else had joined them to witness her embarrassment.

A young man stood in the frame of the doorway, a stormy expression on his face. He had wavy ink black hair that was tucked behind his ears, the ends curling around them. He was rather tall, and had pretty fit physique as well, his biceps showing in his thin button up shirt. His blue-green eyes were fixated on Sophie, and while he was rather attractive, the scowl on his face played it down a little.

Kori found herself wondering just exactly how he would look if he were to smile.

“Sophie,” his voice was deep, and even the slightest bit threatening. Kori found herself shrinking back, taking miniscule steps backwards towards the desk, as if Dali could protect her. “Can we talk?”

A sparkle of mischief and amusement danced in Sophie’s eyes as she replied with, “I don’t know, Morgan, can we? I mean, seeing as our vocal chords are fully functioning, I do believe that we have the ability to talk, correct?”

“Sophie!” His voice had raised a level, causing Kori to flinch and for her eyes to widen. “Don’t do this right now. We need to talk.”

“I don’t need to do anything,” Sophie spat, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dali had stood up at this point, coming to stand by Sophie’s side. “Morgan,” she said, her eyes narrowed. “If you knew what was good for you, you would walk away now.”

“I can’t,” he growled and took a step towards the girls, creating space in the doorway.

Kori saw her chance, and seized it. Completely forgetting about the coffee stain that was surely going to ruin her top, Kori fled from the room as fast as she could. She knew better than to run in an office, but all logical thought had left her brain. She peeked over her shoulder to see if anyone had followed, and her relief that no one had lasted all of a minute, because as she turned her head, she collided with a body.

She winced at she fell onto her behind, fighting the urge to cry as two people peered down at her.

“Are you okay?” asked the girl.

“Watch where you’re going!” the boy barked.

The girl was beautiful, even more so than anybody that Kori had ever seen. And surprisingly, Kori recognized her. Carys Cassesso was a supermodel, known worldwide, not just for her beauty, but for the fact that she was just somehow different than all the other models.

She looked just like one with her tall, ribbon thin frame, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, but she seemed more radiant than all the others. It was almost as if the runway had been made for her, unlike other models, who had made themselves for the runway. Not to mention, she was a major activist for rape victims.

Unsurprisingly, the boy who stood with Carys was her on and off again boyfriend, Donovan Labor, Max Storm’s playboy, badass son. He was notorious for not only his bad temper, but his looks as well. Anyone dating Carys had to be able to keep up, of course. With jet black hair, red-brown eyes, and the bad boy look, he had girls all over the world swooning for him.

“I, uh,” Kori stammered, tears glassing over her eyes. She had made such a fool of herself so far that day, and she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears came falling from her eyes, and she hastily wiped them away, pulling herself to her feet. “I’m really sorry.”

Carys’s face was sympathetic and soft. “Oh, it’s okay, sweetie. You didn’t mean to run into us. And no harm was done. Unless you hurt yourself when you fell? Did you? Oh dear. Maybe we should take you to see Ela.”

“No, no, no, I’m fine!” Kori rushed out, frowning. She didn’t want to have to bother Carys or Donovan anymore than necessary, and from the glare Donovan was directing her way, she could only assume the feeling was mutual.

Carys narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Are you certain?”

Kori nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. “Yes... I should go find my mother anyways. She didn’t want me wandering too much...”

“Hmm, can’t follow directions well, can you?” Donovan grumbled, earning a pointed look from his girlfriend.

“Well,” Carys said, smiling brightly at Kori. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind giving a few messages to some people for me, since you like wandering so much.”

Kori hesitated but then nodded. “Okay, I could do that.”

“Great!” Carys beamed then shoved a small pile of folders and files into Kori’s arm. “The names and offices and floors are on the folders. Thank you so much. I was really running on a tight schedule.”

Kori blinked a few times, watching as Carys squeezed her arm quickly then dragged Donovan down the hall, walking rather fast for someone wearing heels so high. Kori took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her resentment towards her mother dragging her to the office was growing more by the second, and she wanted nothing more than to go home and nap. Her experience at the office, had so far, been less than pleasant, and mostly chaotic.

She glanced down at the first file that laid on top of all the others and almost vomited on the floor. In big letters on the front was: MAXIMUS STORM.

Kori took the deepest of breaths and started on her voyage, trying her best not to have a heart attack as she thought about the fact that she was about to meet Max Storm. No matter how hard she tried, there was no way she could find a way to come to peace with the fact that she was going to meet one of the most powerful men in the world currently.

“Oh shit,” she muttered to herself as she stepped on the elevator.

***

Kori was flooded with relief that she saw that there was only one more file left in her stack, and that it was far from the rest of the humans in the building. It was the basement area, and it was for Donovan’s older brother, who was apparently the handy man. The past couple of hours had been stressful for the young girl. She had met Max Storm, his wife who had slammed a door in her face, the flirty best friend of Donovan, and nearly fallen down the stairs.

As she neared the door of Blaise Labor’s office, she could only hope and pray that he would be friendlier than his brother. Kori just needed a little bit of friendliness. All day she had either been faced with flirty or unkind people, and she needed something in between, some solid ground. What she really desired though, was to be at home, in bed, watching Netflix.

Of course, that was not an option, and besides, it was her last file, and after that, she could go on her merry way home.

She quietly swung open the door and poked her head into the office.

Blaise was not as attractive as his brother, but Kori thought he looked pretty friendly. His hair was ruffled, and he was concentrated on some little gadget on his desk, his eyebrows pulled together. There was a cane leaning against the desk, and papers littering the floor. Kori couldn’t help the smile that formed; this was the first person she had met all day that did not intimidate her.

“Excuse me,” Kori said softly, stepping into the room fully. Blaise looked up, shock written across his face, as if he hadn’t even heard her come in, which she supposed that he hadn’t. “I have a file to drop off for you. From Carys Cassesso.”

Blaise examined Kori up and down, then nodded. He gripped his cane and pushed himself to his feet, and Kori’s eyes widened as she came to the sudden realization that he was walking over to greet her.

“Oh no!” she cried. “Stay seated, please. I’ll come to you.”

He let out a soft chuckle and limped his way over to her, anways. “Don’t fuss over me. I may be a cripple, but I’m quite capable of taking care of myself and doing things just like any other person.”

“Of course,” Kori agreed then when he put his hand out, moved to hand him the file but his hand retracted. “Don’t you want it...?”

“Yes,” he said, amusement clear in his tone, but not at all mocking like when Sophie had been amused. He just seemed more so with the situation than Kori herself, and Kori decided then that she rather liked that about him. “But I was hoping to shake your hand first. What’s your name, miss?”

Kori smiled and shook his hand, “I’m Kori. Demi Rosener’s daughter. She forced me to come to the office with her today.”

Blaise took the file from her, then took a seat back in his chair. He motioned for her to take the chair that was on the other side of the desk, and she did so, finding that she rather enjoyed the man’s company.

“Well,” he said, leaning back in his chair, eyeing her up curiously, as if she was a gadget he couldn’t quite figure out. “Why did she make you come with her? You are a grown girl, correct?”

Kori nodded. “I’m going to be 21 soon.”

“Unreasonable, then, that she made you come,” Blaise told her, beginning to examine the pieces of the toy that was lying on his desk.

“Exactly!” Kori exclaimed, glad someone was agreeing with her, that someone was finally understanding her. “Unreasonable. Unfair. Completely ridiculous.”

Her outrage was promptly interrupted by a new person walking into the room.

“Blaise, I think the air conditioning in my office has given out again,” the new man said, apparently completely oblivious to Kori’s existence.

While he didn’t notice her, she took the chance to examine him.

He was rather handsome, she noted. With dark hair that was cut short, but still curling at the nape of his neck, and probably would have been very wavy if left long. He had dark eyes, nearly black, obsidian. His skin was pale, and a dark stubble dusted his jaw, only enhancing his looks. He was rather tall as well, probably almost as tall as Max Storm, whom Kori had noticed was not just rather tall but very tall.

And somehow, this man, a man she had never met before to her knowledge, looked familiar.

“Who is this?”

She snapped back to reality at the man’s words, noticing that his eyes were now on her. She stared at him, unsure of what to say, unsure if she was to respond to him. She shrunk into her chair, suddenly very aware of the coffee stain on her shirt, and how her hair had fallen out of the ponytail she had put it in earlier.

“This is Kori,” Blaise said, mostly cheerful, clearly unaware of the staring contest Kori and the man were engaged in. “She’s Demi’s daughter. Kori, this is Hayden, Max’s older brother. He’s the one in charge of the finances.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Kori whispered, licking her lips.

“Same to you,” Hayden responded, his voice low.

“Kori,” Blaise suddenly looked up from his work, brows drawn together again. “It’s nearly five. Shouldn’t you be off to find your mother?”

Kori’s eyes widened and she jumped to her feet, and headed towards the door. She collided with Hayden in the process, and he had to grab her shoulders and steady her. A blush spread across her cheeks and she twisted out of his arms, then raced from the door, shouting a thank you over her shoulder to Blaise.

Kori wanted to think more about Hayden, but she shook the thoughts off, sprinting through the hallways. She practically smashed into Demi’s office door, before throwing it open and stumbling in. She nearly froze at what she saw when she finally caught her breath, though.

Max and Kori’s mother were standing toe to toe with each other, shouting at each other so loudly, that Kori couldn’t distinguish a word of what either them were saying. All she could truly tell was that the both of them were beyond furious, and that she had never seen her mom so enraged before. Slightly fearful, Kori took a step forward and rested a hand on Demi’s shoulder.

“Mom!” she shouted over them. “Mom! What’s going on?”

The shouting and fighting seized as both noticed that Kori had joined them. Demi sent Max one last venomous glare before roughly gripping Kori’s wrist and dragging her towards the door.

“This isn’t over!” Kori could hear Max call after them, and the words sent chills down Kori’s spine.

Kori and Demi remained silent until they were on the highway, until Kori had managed to muster up some small amount of courage. She turned to face her mom, gnawing on her bottom lip, nervous about what was about to be said, about what needed to be done.

“Mom,” she started slowly, almost out of breath. “What was that fight about? It seemed... really intense.”

“Korianne,” Demi’s voice was strained, a tell tale sign that she was about to cry. “Not right now. Please.”

Kori slumped back into her seat, defeated. She knew exactly what “not right now, please” translated to, after all, she had been hearing it her entire life whenever she asked about her father. Most would consider that statement encouragement to ask later on, when the person wasn’t so upset anymore, but Kori knew better.

For her, those words meant the end of the story.

Not right now, please, but Demi always forgot the last part, Kori thought.

Not right now, please, not ever.

a/n: so this is the first chapter of my Persephone and Hades fic. Depending on if you guys like or not will result in if I post the rest of the chapters I have written. Let me know if you want more and what your opinions are.

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oh look, me again regarding things in fanfic that bug me --

/ This will be concerning menstruation and menstrual cycles/periods as it relates in general and it’s misconceptions found in descriptions of writing.

So.......sometimes I feel like the people who write fanfiction and scenes or areas regarding periods...don’t have periods??? Given that I know the number of female to male writers can be equal, I also know a ton more girls that happen to write and so it’s really confusing how misleading some may periods sound in fanfic when....they would, theoretically, have experience of periods themselves.

And it’s not the weird un-experienced “sex scene - esque” thing that I see a lot of in fanfiction either, because it’s a natural and obvious thing, my friend. Periods are a thing and so if you don’t like the talk about it you can turn back now but honestly this shouldn’t be “disgusting” in any way what I’m about to unleash on you because it’s just natural so get over it, really. ( unless you have a fear of blood, that’s different ).

What I’m talking about is writers who dramatize or don’t realistically portray periods and menstrual cycles. Whether it’s the “bright red blood” or, you know, like blood everywhere ( like....on the wall kind of everywhere because then it sound like more like a homicide case instead ) or just the general points people can miss so I’ll just start in no particular order of how to properly go about writing about periods and people on their periods :

01. Please, for the love of the stars, don’t always go describe the blood as bright red. I see this so many times that I wonder if some of these people really don’t have periods or understand how they work ?? Let’s make this easy: menstrual blood comes in all variety of colors from that light crimson ( especially during a lighter cycle ) all the way to a dark brown that, yeah, sounds like it’s from the wrong place, but it’s not. Actually, the darker your blood is, the more likely it’s “leftover” as I call it, meaning it’s the blood left over from last month’s lining and never got disposed of out of your lady bits and because it’s been so long, the color darkens and only gets disposed of when your new cycle starts. Usually, I start with darker blood because of that exact reason -- it’s one of the first things to come out along with all that fresh blood that, yes, may look a little brighter. But the rest of the point is: not everyone has bright red blood on their menstrual cycle. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to anyone who did, besides in small, sparse amounts..!

02. Do NOT cover up shitty actions with PMS reasoning. Do not validate someone shitting all over a person just because “they are on their period”. I hear this one so often, of how women are portrayed as literal devils while on their periods because of “PMS”. Yeah, okay, I get pretty annoyed more so when I’m on my period, but that’s due to three main reasons: (1) Hormones are the secret behind “PMS” as everyone dubs it. Estrogen and Progesterone levels in your body may heighten or serious decrease, causing imbalance, which affects your Serotonin, which is a neurotransmitter responsible for your mood balance, pain perception, and the sleep-wake cycle your body is used to. (2) I put in a trusty tampon but came back realizing my cycle is too heavy and I bled through. Maybe I was out and about. Maybe I was wearing nice underwear. Maybe I put the tampon in wrong or I should have brought a pad to put with it. Whatever the case is, every woman deals with her period a different way, personality-wise included. The myth about grumpy women who get super cheery is just waay too cliche for one thing, and it’s just ea fact that some women perceive their periods in different ways: I know girls that perk up during their cycle and we hang out and laugh and shit. I know women that may bite you if you try and grab her pizza slice, but who wouldn’t normally?? Fact is that variety is a thing with so called “PMS” and while it’s a handy term, it’s also become very desensitized to just mean that cliche stereotype of a she-devil or dragon lady who’s simultaneously bleeding out.

I’ll add on another common stereotypical misconception ( or, a least, how it’s treated to seem like ) with eating habits of a girl fighting through her cycle. Yeah, we get hungry. We eat, probably a lot more than normal, and yeah we probably eat a lot more greasy or starchy food than normal. And yeah...we fucking eat chocolate man, because it’s delicious and we deserve it. However, we do this for a reason and -- like everything else there -- it varies between each person. When we are on our periods, we are continuously losing blood ( on average 40 milliliters a day for approximately 5 days give or take ). Generally, we try and make up for everything lost during that time by drinking lots of water, but also eating more -- also as a side-effect of our Serotonin as well as the initial phase before bleeding in which our body is thinning we may have a child ( in which case it makes us think we should be eating for two ). So yeah, food is good. On another note, caffeine can actually heighten your irritability and pain during a menstrual cycle and it’s usually advised to avoid it for that time, unless you’re like me and can’t live without that first sip of morning coffee so just be wary.

03. Believe or not, those who don’t have periods, it smells. Vaginas have an odor and let me tell you that odor just come to life with that discharge. Again, everyone differs, but smells that can come from below deck are caused by bacteria mostly and the fact that you’ve been retaining moisture down there all this time by wearing underwear ( on a side note, it’s actually very good to go without the knickers every so often, even just to bed! Air that sucker out, she needs it ). Take into mind you’re losing blood and mucus and tissue that’s literally shedding from your uterus. Vaginas also can smell on a regular basis because that’s how the cookie crumbles, folks. Same thing, minus the blood and gore. It’s only different or “bad” if it’s because of an infection like yeast or your pH levels are off ( like using douches / body washes up in there. Trust me -- DON’T ). Otherwise, it’s normal!

04. Cramping and pain is normal, yes, but please remember the other sides of your cycle from fevers, headaches ( the worst ), migraines, heartburn, aching muscles, dizziness, vomiting / nausea, and the list goes on ! Period pain is not just defined by those cramps that we feel all the way from right above our uterus all the up into our belly because there is so much more. Not only that, but people experience cramping differently -- some don’t even notice it at all! Take into mind that lots of people ( like me ) commonly take medications like Midol or Pamprin to suppress or relieve these symptoms along with others. Some take it religiously as soon as they see the blood coming, but there’s also light-takers who only take a dosage when the feel it. Me, personally -- I’ll use a hot pad if it feels really bad and drink lots of cranberry juice to make sure I’m still peeing well and I may find that laying in that strange position that took me 30 minutes to find is also helpful. Point is, you can surely relieve that pain with medication and most smart girls do if they know they need it, so it really just doesn't make much sense to constantly write about your girl writhing on the floor in pain every month now does it?

05. Okay, now we’re really gonna get personal so fair warning of possible/slight NSFW below. ....For my girls out there who get really heated during their period, I feel you. Honestly, I think this is one of my personal main indicators of my oncoming cycle since I’ll notice that “ hey, I’ve been fantasizing about Bucky Barnes way more than I normally do ”. Yeah, given I love Bucky Barnes, I think of myself somewhat humble for not thinking about what else that metal arm could be put to good use for every single night, okay? I guess this segment will also just be informative for those of you unfamiliar with sex during your period or masturbation during a cycle, so be prepared if you’re wondering. For this, my main concern with fanfic writers is that they write how blood get everywhere, and I mean like on the ceiling kind of everywhere or like soaks through to the mattress and I’ll sit here so confused. So let Abby here inform you all about the basic 101 of the menstrual nsfw news.

First thing’s first is that it really does not get everywhere. I’ll be brutally honest in saying that when I do the deed, the aftermath and cleanup is not as bad as you think. Maybe just a quick rinse off or brush off, quick dab of a cool cloth with water on it -- you’re good. ( obviously do take care of your toys though, please: I just mean this in general ). And if you really are worried about the mess you might make, like I was the very first time, lay out a towel !! ( other option is the shower, just don’t slip friends ). Second thing: will it hurt? In my experience, it shouldn’t?? I hope it doesn’t and if you do feel pain, just stop. For me, personally, it tends to relieve a lot of my pain while, ultimately, satisfying my crave so I’m happy. Lastly, the oral implied in a lot of fanfic can be...excessive? And while this isn’t bad, it can also leave about a big chunk of the previous information and description from the color, smell, texture, even taste! ( for some reason there’s the popular cliche of the person raising their head after giving them head and they just see like the blood dripping down their chin and I’m like ??? not very realistic guys tbh ). Since we’ve covered the first two already we’ll jump into texture and taste: remember that the discharge during a cycle isn’t just blood. It’s a mixture of loose blood, bits of tissue from the lining that was shed, and your cervical mucus ( which mostly determines the texture as a whole ). Cervical mucus can change and differ but is mostly known for these main descriptions: tacky/sticky, creamy, milky, watery, etc. It’s mostly a matter of how dense it is whether it’s like a thick cream, a lotion, or water. Take into mind how the person giving oral will perceive this along with taste! Those little balls of flesh from your uterus lining the wall? Yeah, they’ll get some of that, and it will look black and that may be freaky but it’s honest. Despite the common mistake that period discharge tastes like the blood that comes from your arm or mouth, it does not. It will not have a super metallic-y taste and, overall, may not be pleasant ( also given how old it could be ). That doesn’t mean it can’t be good, to a degree, but don’t expect Dracula to be lusting after you.

I think that’s all I can currently think of, please add on if you can any more side-notes or comments, questions, etc. For you fanfic writers, please TAKE NOTE OF THIS. And to my girls out there, you keep rocking it, gorgeous.

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concussed-to-pieces · 8 years

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Quiet; Prologue

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy Thirst Party Saturday, everyone! Been working on this prologue for a little bit. Tagging our usual suspects, @tox-moxley, @oraclegazes, @hardcorewwetrash and @writergrrrl29. Enjoy!

Baron figured he would never find his mate. He was getting up there in years, after all. Most of the other wolves he knew were mated up by their early twenties and yet here he was still alone. Lone Wolf Baron Corbin, in more ways than one.

But then, oh, but then. He woke up one morning with a strange taste in his mouth. Sometimes around the full moon he would grind his teeth in his sleep, but this was a different taste. He wondered if he needed to start wearing one of those mouth guards while he slept. Huh. There was a commotion outside the door to his room, that was probably what had roused him. He could already smell Corey (he seemed to bathe in cologne) and...BlissBayley, never alone.

He pressed his ear to the door, straining to hear what was going on. His hearing wasn’t the best. Too many concerts.

“I’m so glad you’re becoming one of the team! How cool is that, ‘Lexa?”

“What’s your name, cutie? Who are you rooming with?”

The voice that must have answered Bliss’ question was too quiet for Baron to hear. A strange smell tugged his attention. It was faint, like it was blocked. New person smell. But…captivating. Baron suddenly realized he was drooling and quickly wiped his mouth off on his shirt. What the hell? He took a step back from the door and the smell faded, filling him with a sense of relief. Then, his chest started aching. Well that was weird.

...

You were so small, and you had the too-tense look of someone who knew they were small. Being friends with tiny fae Bliss had taught Baron a few things about short people (mainly, that they’ll kick you Daniel Bryan-style in the shins if you say anything about it). He was…he knew how large he was, and how threatening he could seem with his deep voice and dark eyes. What big teeth you have…

Baron shook his head, returning to his pushups after his momentary break. Get them out of your head, man.

Being who he was, what he was, always made things more difficult for Baron out on the road. There weren’t many safe spots for him to either shift or sweat it out, and now for whatever damn reason he felt an intense urge to keep you close. He chalked it up to being lonely. You weren’t hard on the eyes by any means and he had been solitary for quite a while. Also you seemed like you could use a little protecting and he was a goddamn sucker for that.

Baron wasn’t sure what was wrong with him when he woke up on a full moon night, seemingly for no reason. He slid back down in his bed, a bit startled at being awake and quietly luxuriating in the sounds of the night that he could finally hear again, even through the hotel walls. Full moon was good for something every once in a while.

Then, there was a soft noise from the room adjacent to his own. His ears pricked up of their own accord; that was your room. Carmella had gone out for the evening, maybe she’d returned? There was another sound and then that smell again, wrapping around his senses like a velvet glove. Baron bit his lip, his body a suddenly-confused mess of scent reactions and anxious energy. He got up and got a glass of water, running a hand through his hair. What’s wrong with me? Am I broken somehow? He wondered, not without a touch of fear. Broken meant he wouldn’t be able to succeed. Broken meant he could kiss this dream goodbye, even after essentially reshaping his body from the ground up.

Baron shook his head at himself. Damn quick to panic, Jesus. The sound was a little louder this time. It was a gentle sort of whimper, but it made Baron’s stomach drop out. What…? Your scent hit him full force and he choked on his next swallow of water as a surge of intense longing caught him off guard. Baron felt like every bone in his body ached, like his heart was being split in two and without meaning to he opened his mouth. His responding whine was low and long, a searching noise. Where are you, where are you? Baron’s eyes widened as the gravity of the situation hit him. Uh oh.

You?! Well, it wasn’t like you weren’t attractive to him, to say the least. But…you were scared of him! You hadn’t made eye contact yet, for fuck’s sake, always ducking your head if he so much as glanced your way. It…was this a joke? Was the universe really that hell bent on fucking with him that it would give him his mate, someone who was supposed to be his life, and make it so that they were terrified of him?

Baron sat on the end of the bed, his head in his hands. Fuck. Bliss and Bayley would have answers. He would talk to them. Keep the panic at bay. There was no need to lose it just yet. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe there was something wrong with him. He picked up his phone.

-Need to talk, Alexa. Or Bayley. Please.

Barely two minutes went by before there was a knock on the door to his room. Baron padded to the door and opened it, pausing and raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t Alexa, nor was it Bayley. It was Carmella, standing there with her hands on her hips. “Carm?” He asked cautiously. “Something wrong?”

“You tell me, sugarcube. My roomie was in a fuckin’ tizzy, said they heard a noise from ya’ room like ya’ in pain.” Carmella looked suspicious, standing on her tiptoes to see over Corbin’s shoulder. “Ya’ got someone else in there or what?”

“N-No, I uh. I got up to get a drink and tripped in the dark.” Baron’s panic increased tenfold. You had heard his fucking pitiful noise, his where are you noise. “Kind of a klutz, Carm. All legs, y’know.” He forced a chuckle.

Carmella didn’t seem convinced in the slightest, pursing her lips and fixing Corbin with a stern glare. “If I find out ya’ been sneakin’ chicks in here…” Baron couldn’t help the snicker that escaped and after a second Carmella joined in. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I’m used to ‘Zo, y’know how it is.” She apologized, patting his arm.

Baron nodded. “I’m not like that, Carm. I’ve got nothing to prove in that department.” He said, leaning easily against the doorframe. “I’ve gotten no complaints.”

“Ya’ have to actually hook up with someone ta’ get complaints, Corbs.” Carmella teased.

“You figured out my master plan! Cass always said you were smart.” Baron rumpled her hair carefully, fully aware that it was a dangerous game to mess with the hair of the Staten Island princess. She swatted his fingers away with an annoyed noise as Alexa made her usual sound to alert him of her presence, like a tiny bell chiming high enough that only he could hear it. “Alright, yeah. Let them know I'm okay, Carm. Just hit my shin on the coffee table. Sorry if I woke them or anything.”

Alexa was behind the door when he closed it, but Baron was so used to her cropping up wherever she wanted that he couldn't even muster up a flinch. She looked tired yet still somehow managed to shimmer just the tiniest bit, fluffing her hair out over her shoulders as Baron slid the deadbolt. “What's up, Big Bad? Dragged me out of a nice warm bed with the wife for this so it had better be important.”

...

Baron knew the stories. He had heard them from some of the other weres; Alexa and Bayley had read him some things. What people like him did to people like you, how he could prevent losing his mind over this shit. You were scared of him, damn it, and not much could be done about that except what he was already doing. It was exasperating.

Roman in particular had been raised very strict and always seemed to have a helpful tip to calm shit down when it started swirling. The constant ebb and flow of alpha posturing could get a little exhausting, especially since most of the time it came from people who weren’t what Baron was.

Also he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done wrong in a past life to gain the friendship of the walking nuclear explosion of energy that was Mojo Rawley. Zack Ryder was decent, polite and on the quieter side. Mojo was everything but. The definition of “life of the party”, Baron couldn’t count how many times he’d turned down offers to teach him how to breakdance. Since Ryder usually roomed with his girlfriend and Baron was…well, solitary, Mojo ended up more or less Corbin’s permanent room partner. Which could have gone much worse than it did, honestly.

Sometimes he wondered if Mojo knew. The Hype train rarely slowed and never came to a stop, but occasionally Mojo seemed to have oddly precise insight. “Full moon tonight, Big Banter, can’t wait to watch you go on the hunt!” It might have made Baron uneasy if he’d ever displayed any other signs of lucidity. He chalked it up to Mojo just going along with his gimmick.

The taste he woke up with in his mouth every morning had become commonplace. The urge to have you close was kept at bay with the morning group workout sessions. You were in the same room as him and apparently that was enough for Baron to retain his sanity (if only just). His turns were the hardest part to deal with; they had never been all that regular to begin with and now for some reason they were even more off-kilter than ever before.

He could hazard a guess why. The critter tended to roam a little close to the surface. He hadn’t noticed how close until he almost bumblefucked his way through Cass like a hot knife through butter, scaring the shit out of not only Carmella but also himself. He hadn’t been this out of control since he was a teenager and it was terrifying. Colin and Enzo had laughed it off but Corbin felt awful, he could have seriously hurt the larger man.

Bliss had threatened to have Bayley Hugplex him to within an inch of his life if he didn’t get his shit together, and Corbin knew he definitely would have deserved it. He just didn’t know how to go about this without turning into someone even worse than he already was.

Wonder of all wonders, an opportunity was practically gift-wrapped and delivered to him in the hands of Big Cass and Zack Ryder. First, Ryder offered to switch places with him during the next hotel stay, something about Emma not being with him. Ryder had been staying with Cass, who then asked Baron if he would switch with Carmella. “You know how it is, man. If she can be here, she wants to be here.” Colin had rolled his eyes, but Baron saw right through him. He had agreed with little thought, overly used to working around his fellow superstars who actually had boyfriends, girlfriends, and significant others.

It hit him as he was tucking his clothes into his backpack and Baron slowed to a halt, one of his shirts falling out of his hands. Carm usually rooms with...oh. Oh no. It was too late for him to take it back, Carmella was already on her way over. Shit, shit!

She looked smug when she arrived. Too smug. Like she was in on a secret that Baron didn't know about. He wondered fleetingly if you were interested in him too, if this was an elaborate scheme to get you and him together. “Be nice to them.” She said sternly as he slung his pack over his shoulder. “Don't scare 'em, got it? I'll kick ya' ass if ya' do.”

“Why does everyone think I'm so fucking scary?” Corbin grumbled, feeling a little peeved. First Alexa and Bayley, now even Carm was ganging up on him. Christ.

She was having none of his attitude though and Colin chuckled when she caught Baron by that pesky lock of hair that wasn't quite long enough to get wrapped up in his bun. Corbin yelped, halting. “Because ya' a king-size professional wrestler, slash former football player, who looks like he has the brain to match. They're also kinda' quiet. Shy. So play nice. I know ya' smart, big guy. Be smart now, or ya' gonna' be in trouble.” Carmella warned, finally releasing his hair and handing him the keycard to her room.

Baron resisted the urge to slam the door behind him, irritated beyond belief. Didn't anyone understand how difficult this was for him?! You were his mate and he hadn't even so much as touched you, fuck, made legitimate eye contact with you. He had an inkling of how those overly-territorial psycho weres everyone whispered about came into being and the thought made him shudder and suck in a few calming breaths. No way in hell was he going to do anything that would lump him in with the likes of those fucks.

You looked even smaller alone in a hotel hallway at one in the morning. Baron fought a wince when your eyes landed on his boots and then widened. He could smell the panic coming off you in waves and it made his skin crawl. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Your distress threatened to send him into a tailspin of his own and he slowed down, doing his deep breathing and trying, trying so damn hard to just be calm and collected and not nervous, I'm not nervous.

“Oh.” You said softly when Baron finally managed to get his legs to function properly again. Your eyes traveled up his chest, up, up, up and oh-!

Baron was transfixed, certain he must look like an idiot. His jaw had probably gone slack. Was he drooling again? Fuck it. You were his, you were his, oh God, it was you--

“Room with you?” He realized he was speaking, mouth forming words his brain wasn't awake for. “Thank fuck.” Oh God no, he was trying to be smooth. Somebody kill him, stop it stop it!

You were apologizing as he fumbled with the door, Baron wasn't entirely sure for what. His hands were shaking so hard, Jesus Christ. Is it hot in here? The pet name slipped out unintentionally. You had been 'little one' to him for such a long time in his head, it just seemed natural that he call you that. You didn't seem to mind and he sent up a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was listening.

“I-I'll be quiet, I promise.”

Your stutter made Baron's heart thud painfully in his chest and he had to clear his throat before he could attempt to smile, try to give an answer that would drown out the chants in his brain of I ruined everything, I ruined everything.

Baron couldn't sleep. Not surprising. Trying to get comfortable on the small bed plagued him until the wee hours of the morning, while half-dreams full of you in said small bed saying his name in your sweet little voice ran rampant. He had heard your voice, finally. You had made eye contact with him. It should have been enough, damn it, it should have.

It was a struggle to wait until you woke up and slipped out of the room in the morning, your movements almost totally silent like you were trying not to wake him up. Baron knew someday he would appreciate your consideration, but today he could barely hold out until you were gone before he lunged for your bed, grabbed your pillow and buried his face in it. He knew he had to work fast. He didn't know when you would be back and his body was a frothing mess, his cock stiff just from your scent.

Baron retreated to his own bed, your pillow in tow. The ache in his chest felt like it was multiplying, his body in such a state of longing it bordered on physical pain. He couldn't bite back the whine that bubbled in his throat as he crushed your pillow to his chest. He couldn't remember a time when he'd been this desperate and out of sorts, couldn't remember what his own scent was as yours took over. Fuck. It was over almost before it began. He'd barely gotten his hand into his sleeping pants and then he was coming, his hips shuddering and his eyes rolling back in his head.

Fuck.

Baron panted for breath, startled that he'd come that fast. Jesus, he was fucked something fierce. He staggered back up, hastily replacing your pillow and then going to the bathroom to wash his hands. He splashed some water on his face and braced himself on the sink, still breathing a little heavier than he would like. I’m okay. I’m okay. It's not a problem yet. Yeah, right. Maybe someday he’d believe it.

Something was pinching the skin of his palm. Baron looked down, confused. It was your room key pressing into his hand, probably dropped while you were getting ready to leave. Oh. The relief that he felt was almost enough to make him laugh, even while a territorial rush flooded him. This room was his den now, and he would welcome you back to it as best as he could. God, more than anything he wished for a nice nest of sheets and soft blankets to surprise you with.

Baron Corbin was the last person who would call himself, ‘smooth’. He knew he was woefully out of touch as far as relationships went, shit, as far as flirting went. He had no idea what he was doing. So he sat on his bed, twiddled his thumbs. Waited nervously for your return.

He could smell the food before you even reached the door. He could smell the sleep still on you in the yawns you tried to stifle in the hall. You'd obviously slept about as well as he did. Baron ached to fix that. But he reined himself in, opened the door before you knocked (only a little creepy, great job) and a goddamn miracle happened. The scent of interested caught him completely by surprise. It was brief. Baron almost believed that he imagined it but then your face pinked up. Oh?

Being near you during your morning workout was a huge mistake. You made these little determined noises of exertion that had Baron's mind running rampant, his body screaming its approval inside his head. He ended up having to crank his music way louder than normal, doing his damnedest to get through his workout before he did something stupid. He really, really wanted to hold you. And also maybe slam your back against the wall, grind his hips into yours until you came just from the friction, then he would slide down, peel your workout shorts off and eat you out until you begged him to--

Christ!Baron snorted in disbelief at himself. You had offered to push the beds together so he would actually fit, and he'd given his goddamn word that he wouldn't touch you. You had brought the pack food this morning. He wished you were his with all his fucking heart but he wasn't going to force it. When you felt safe. When you were ready. He was plenty strong enough to endure this.

He had to be.

The sheets were almost Baron's undoing. His throat threatened to close up as he realized you had made a nest, a den of soft things for he and you to sleep in. He doubted you understood the gravity of your kind gesture to someone like him.

You slept like a rock, obviously over your new-person fear as you were this close to crowding his side of the bed when Baron drifted off. His dreams were less fitful than the previous night, probably calmed by the closer proximity of your presence. He could tell that you were looking at him even before he opened his eyes in the morning, his skin feeling twitchy. It was the tattoos, of course it was the tattoos. The way you asked to come along when he got his next one made him want to hope and Baron was barely able to keep his voice steady when he answered.

The breakfast run was the perfect method to escape and he took it, rubbing a hand over his face while the elevator descended. I didn’t think you would warm up to me like this. It was okay to admit it to himself, right? Fuck, what do you even like for breakfast? You had a muffin yesterday. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The elevator doors pinged open and Baron straightened up. Jason and Chad were the only two actually getting breakfast at this early hour, both young men waving at Baron as he headed for the muffin plate. Abruptly (and Baron thanked God for his sensitive nose because otherwise he would have been caught completely unawares) Mojo was on his back, whooping when Corbin barely moved.

“It’s big breakfast time for Big Banter, whoo!”

Gable, the goddamn traitor, was laughing so hard he almost fell out of his chair, while Jason just looked amused. Corey (who eschewed elevators, something about having perfectly good legs) strolled in from the lobby with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Morning, cupcake!” He said cheerily to Baron, who just grunted in reply and carried on his task of loading up more food, albeit a bit slower now with Mojo clinging to his back. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d had to haul the Hype Train around. Corey elbowed Corbin in his ribs. “So? How’d it go last night?” He stage-whispered.

Baron raised an eyebrow at the other tattooed man. “Excuse me, Graves?”

“Oh don’t play fuckin’ coy with me, man. Are they into you or what? I know you’ve been fucking mooning over them.” Corey was apparently much more observant than he let on. Either that or Baron was really bad at hiding his feelings.

Probably the last one.

“Dammit Graves, you can’t just ask me that shit.” Baron grumbled. “I don’t know if they’re into me, okay? I’m a huge, scary, weird…I just don’t think I’m their type.” I’m a fucking werewolf, Corey, not something you shack up with fucking lightly!

“But you’re bringing them breakfast! That’s pretty hype.” Baron had forgotten Mojo was still gripping his spine like the world’s strangest backpack. Mojo continued, “If I dig someone, I am all about that bed breakfast stuff. Also I don’t sleep, so every meal is breakfast to me!”

“Mojo can you maybe let me go, kinda’ got shit to do.” Baron didn’t really have time for a fucking seminar from Captain Concussion and Hype Bro Number Two, barely managing to weasel his way out of Mojo’s grip without dropping his plate. “If you guys will excuse me.”

Corey, the fucking juvenile that he was, started making kissy noises at him (to Baron’s complete chagrin). Corbin stormed back to the elevator, grumbling swears under his breath for the duration of the ride up to your floor. He hated the dumb flush that had stained his face. He hated how easy it was to wind him up when it came to you. It wasn’t fair for fuck’s sake, why did he have to be so fucking scary?

All his irritation was forgotten when you welcomed him back to the room. You’d made the beds while he was gone and you smelled like happy, bouncing in place when you realized he’d picked up your favorite kind of muffin (entirely by accident, but Baron would take the victory). Watching you eat soothed the ache in his chest a bit. At least he could do this right, provide for the pack. All he had to do was keep his hands to himself from here on out and maybe…Jesus, maybe you would love him.

He felt like such a piece of crap, hanging onto every little scent signal or nervous gesture. He didn’t know what else he could do though, nothing was enough for his insides to stop fucking screaming.

“You should just tell them.” Bayley, ever the optimist, spoke as she cinched her hair down tight enough to give Baron phantom pains in his scalp. She didn’t shimmer quite like Alexa, she was more like a…radiator. Putting out waves. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Christ, do I even need to say it?” He didn’t mean to snap but shit, if it was that easy he wouldn’t need help! The fact that he’d been able to snap even while near her, was enough to make Bayley fix him with a stern look.

“Baron, do you need me to…?” She put her hand on his arm just for a second. “Let me take some of it, okay? Stay still.”

“No, Bayley. This is my goddamn mess to deal with.” He said grimly, sliding out from beneath her fingers. “I need someone to talk to, okay? Not necessarily magically fix what I’m dealing with. My heart and my brain playing tug-of-war is probably something I should learn how to handle.”

Bayley nodded in understanding, patting the bar on the weight bench. “Spot me and you can talk to your heart’s content. I’m all ears.”

Corbin did feel a little better after essentially blowing through his word allowance for the damn year, his voice somewhat hoarse when Bayley finally finished her workout and sat down to take a swig of water.

“They offered to push the beds together so you’d be more comfortable. So obviously, there’s no fear. Or at least, little enough that they can work through it and your keen nose doesn’t pick up on it.” She mused. “They got you breakfast, and they liked when you returned the favor. They want to come with you when you get another tattoo. I don’t know, big guy. I feel like you have this all wrapped up and you’re worried about nothing.”

“I’m just so scared I’m going to fuck it up, Bayley.” Baron confessed. “I’m so huge and…shit, my heart hurts so damn much when I think about what I could do, how fucked up I could get. We’ve all heard the stories, y’know?” Corbin felt a headache coming on and dropped his face into his hands, rubbing his temples. “I promised not to touch them when we're in bed together but all I wanna’ do is hold them.” He mumbled through his fingers.

“So do it. Instigate some contact, doesn't have to be in the bed. They wouldn’t still be in that room if they felt unsafe.” Bayley pointed out. “I can’t help explain away your need for tactile stimulation, Baron. I can’t take it away either. That’s something that’s built into you. All I can do is calm down the frenzy every once in a while.”

Baron nodded, even though the motion felt like a prison cell door slamming shut. “I know. I…thanks for listening.”

“Hey, anytime.” Bayley squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. “We have to stick together, after all. 'Lexa and I want you happy, got it?”

…

He had promised to keep his hands to himself. That was the one thing he could do. He wanted to fucking touch you all over, rub your shoulders after your grueling training or stroke your hair when you tucked in for the night. But he promised, fuck he had promised. You made noises in your sleep sometimes, like you were having bad dreams. It was the hardest thing in the world for him to stay still when your hands wandered, and one time you had a different kind of dream.

It started with the whimpering, like all your other dreams. Baron rolled over to face the wall, his palms suddenly sweaty. He was absolute shit at dealing with this, having to practically lay there with his arms folded so he didn't touch you. He froze when your fingers grazed his shirt, choked as a soft little moan issued from your throat. Oh no. He felt like he was on fire, the scent of your arousal lighting his nerves up. Your fingers were back, clumsily dragging down his spine before you dug them into the sheets. Another whimper and Baron was so close to shattering his own ribs with how hard he was hugging himself.

I'm stronger than this. I'm not some weak, piece of crap alpha. I'm okay. I'm fine.

Baron inhaled deeply in a valiant attempt to keep himself under control but all it did was fill his senses with you, you, squirming on the bed beside him and Jesus Christ he was only human, damn it, damn it-

He flopped onto his back, half-hoping he would wake you up with the motion. But all you did was mold your body to his side and make a pleased humming noise. Despite the air conditioner and fan running in the room you were warm, your skin hot where it touched his. Baron flexed his hands, desperately grabbing the sheets to keep from touching you. Oh God, is that...?

Your groin pressed to his thigh and Baron found himself biting down on his fist to stay quiet. His body was in total chaos, man at war with wolf as one half of him screamed I promised! and the other half shouted back mate wants me!

The only good thing was that whatever you had been dreaming about seemed to have faded away. Your smell relaxed into good and sleep and Baron began the slow, careful task of untangling you from his body. It would help no one if you woke up now, especially with the raging hard-on he was sporting.

He finally escaped to the bathroom, bracing one hand against the wall beside the mirror as he wrangled his sleeping shorts down around his thighs and held his shirt up out of the way with his teeth. Quickly jerking off seemed to be a way of life for him these days. It was nicer to visualize you helping him out though, the idea of you on your knees for him too pretty to pass up thinking about.

“C-come for me, alpha?”

Baron was grateful for the shirt in his mouth to stifle his groan. He couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about imagining you doing things to him. It was the only solace he had, damn it.

“Please, Baron, I-I need you.”

If you ever wore anything like the little skirts he pictured you in, he was pretty sure he would outright die. Kneeling in front of him, pressing your tits together in invitation. Maybe wearing one of his shirts. Or a skirt and nothing else. Baron felt like a damn bitch in heat, panting through his teeth as he stroked his cock to the idea of mating you one day, of finally claiming you when you actually wanted him. Your hands on him, touching him, owning him, your mouth...

Corbin came with a muffled growl.

That lonely ache flared back up in his chest while he cleaned himself off, cold washcloth doing little to soothe down the feverish heat of his skin. He wanted to howl more than anything in the world. Get the damn sad out of his rib cage before it ate him alive. Baron had never been good at handling feelings, too volatile with his hot temper and hard fists. He usually just ignored everything, balled it up inside, worked himself into a lather at the gym or in the ring until he couldn't export the pain quick enough and everything exploded.

He'd also never had someone like you at stake.

When he finally shuffled back to the bed, he almost laid on top of you accidentally. You had rolled to his side of the bed and wrapped yourself in the blankets, snoring away peacefully without a care in the world. Baron sighed, climbing over you and tucking the flat sheet around his legs. He ran pretty warm anyways.

He didn't expect to wake up with your head on his chest. Baron fucking panicked, apologizing left and right then fleeing as fast as he could. Mojo was more than willing to bring him along to the gym for a morning sweat and it was there that Baron stayed for most of the day, going rounds with the bag, lifting weights, deep-breathing his way through push-ups and muscle spasms. In the back of his mind he knew he was just fucking himself over, wrecking his body before his match tonight. But Baron couldn't have cared less if he tried. He deserved to lose, deserved whatever pain he inflicted on himself because he broke his promise. Shit, he clusterfucked that promise to high hell. You probably hated him, probably never wanted to see him again.

...

He didn't mean to be so pissed off after his match. He knew he was going to lose so he was just being childish, inches away from throwing shit and pitching the mother of all tantrums and then...

You pulled him close, your head resting on his chest. Baron finally gave in to the urge of smelling your hair, feeling the shiver than ran through your body when he did. “I promised I wouldn't touch you.” He breathed, almost convincing himself to pull away. Almost. “Can't even do that right. And now I'm getting all this grubby ring shit on you. Not fair to you, little one.” He hurt all over. Rhyno hadn't exactly been gentle with him and Baron knew he deserved every bruise that plagued his body.

Your fingers gripped his ribs tighter and he instantly surrendered. He wondered wildly if the lack of fear in your scent was a sign. You weren't scared or excited, just radiating comfort at a rate that put Bayley to shame. You were in full-blown soothing mode and it was like being wrapped in the warmest blanket on a cold night, covering his skin with a tingling sensation.

He was so fucked. If he didn't get away now, he wasn't sure what he might do to you. All those stories came rushing to the front of his mind, all the cautionary 'too much of a good thing' tales that ended in mates being trapped or worse, fucking killed because some weak werewolf couldn't handle that they were still people. Baron didn't want to be one of them. He hoped he couldn't be one of them. But the way he felt around you was unlike anything else. He was completely lost.

You were speaking again, your voice so soft. The order to shower was a surprise, as was the offer of a back rub. And Baron, the pitiful son of a bitch, jumped at it. Maybe your hands all over his back would be enough to stave off that painful ache in his chest, enough to make his skin stop crawling with worry. He forced his mind blank during the shower, just doing his deep breathing while the hot water undid some of the tension in his shoulders.

I am calm. I am in control.

His control went out the window the second your thumbs dug into the base of his neck. Baron felt his cock start to harden and he couldn't bite back his groan, burying his face in his arm. He could do this. He was strong. So were you, if your hands were anything to go by. Jesus Christ, he wasn't sure if he was going to last until the end of this back rub. The shifting onto his back at the end hadn't been intentional. Baron already felt vulnerable enough for fuck's sake and now his body was betraying him, exposing his belly to you like he was a fucking pup. But...

But you were interested, your smell intoxicating to him. You were interested and excited and even when he put his hands all over you, moved you, asked you questions, you weren't scared. Baron got the feeling that he may not be in as much trouble as he had thought originally. Your body welcomed his touches; when he slid his fingers into you your slick trickled down his arm. Obviously you had been waiting for this and that sent a hot wave of satisfaction through Baron's body. Waiting for him. You liked being praised and it was a damn good thing, because he had nothing but praise for you.

You had already come once, leaving a wet stain on the front of his boxers. Baron snarled into your ear as you rolled back against him, begging for him in a voice that was a thousand times sweeter than anything he could have imagined. He realized that the taste he'd been waking up with in his mouth was you. His brain felt thick and foggy at that, the fucking joy in his chest threatening to cut off his breath. You were his, you were his, wonderful, thoughtful mate. It was almost too much.

“Anytime you say stop, I'll stop.” This was one promise he refused to break. He wouldn't be the beginning of another horror story if he could help it. You could be as willing as you wanted, but the out always needed to be there. He knew he was...a lot to handle, and if you didn't feel safe refusing him no matter what then he had fucked up from the start.

The few and far between older werewolves that Baron had met in this line of work were usually all too happy to share the knowledge of their own experiences. For some damn reason this included mating. At least there, the answer was always the same.

“You'll know when you find them because it won't feel like anything else you've done. Or anyone else, for that matter.”

Baron had been pretty sure that it was all horseshit. Regardless of who it was, the motions were the same. He'd only fucked a few people in his lifetime, honestly disinterested in the whole thing before he'd met you. It was so much damn work for someone he had no emotional connection with, and not only that but someone he knew he would have no emotional connection with.

Mounting you for the first time shattered every perception he had when it came to sex. Baron felt like his whole body was suddenly awake, like he'd just been sleepwalking through life until this second. “You'll know when you find them.”

Jesus, they were right.

You responded in an incredibly positive manner, whimpering and fucking back against him like you were the one who had been waiting for him. In a way, you might have been. Your body was so fucking hot, so wet and ready, a chorus of good and want and mate. Baron felt your walls shudder down onto his cock and he wanted to go to pieces when you begged, “More.” Your hand held his own, his fingers cradling your stomach carefully, so carefully.

The only problem Baron was having at this point was his stupid fucking brain screaming at him, this doesn't mean they'll stay! Which was true, this wasn't a relationship by a far cry. This was a mindless rut, this was him losing his self-control and mating you because you were willing. But holy shit were you willing, the way you fucking cried his name when you came almost making him howl his approval. He barely bit back the noise in time and thank God, imagine trying to explain that shit.

Baron wanted to dig his teeth into your shoulder, wanted to mark and claim you as his own in a visible area. His fingers cupped your stomach again and he got the insane visual of your belly swollen with his pups, claim! He almost choked on his next breath. Shit, Baron didn't even know if he wanted kids, but the wolf in him only knew one end to a mounting and it made him moan with a need that wasn't entirely his own.

Would that make you stay?

That was dangerous, Baron hated himself for even being capable of thinking such. He would never do that to you, that was fucking medieval shit. He was more than the needy, affection-starved wolf for fuck's sake. “I won't, but I want to. Maybe I'd get to keep you then. See you like this more.” His words were hard to get out, his jaw all but locked with the effort of not biting. He was better than that, God fucking damn it.

Your soft permission was what did him in. “You have me. As long as you want. You don't have to leave me if you don't want to.”

Oh fuck-! Corbin barely managed to pull out in time, his whole body shuddering as he realized how close he had been to...

No, no, it's alright. You're safe. I'll be more careful next time. Jesus.

He abruptly felt weak, slumping onto his side and pulling you to him for a long kiss. Fucking from behind had its benefits but it made kissing incredibly difficult, and if there was one thing Baron loved it was kissing. Kissing you. Hopefully a lot. “Let me just go get something to clean you up with. I kinda' made a mess.”

You caught that pesky stray curl of hair and Baron went along with your grip, a pleased shudder running through him. “It's okay. I enjoyed every second of it.” Your stammer was barely there, nothing but a little hiccup at the end of the sentence.

Baron was pretty sure he must look like a fucking idiot, probably still all red from exertion and hazy from coming harder than he had in years, but he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He brushed his nose against yours in an almost-kiss, your smell still wrapping him in comfort. Mate. Good.

Mine?

“Really?”

“Really.”

Baron knew he was red now, unable to do anything about the pleased flush that pinked his face. His legs felt like he may have overdone it a little bit, never mind the rest of his body, but you weren't going to sleep all sticky. He could offer that much help, at least.

“You really like that wolf stuff, hmm?” You murmured as you tucked yourself into his chest, your fingers back to tracing his tattoos.

You could say that, little one.

Part One

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