#but I should also be getting ready for bed

[cheftsunoda]

hiii!

I love your writing sooo much and I just had an idea for a story with Lando (if you write for him)

The idea came to me when I was watching one of his interviews in which he gets asked if he likes cats or dogs and he says that he's DEFINITELY a dog person and hates cats (which should be a crime imo)

Anyway I was wondering if you could write a story in which the reader LOVEEEES cats and Lando likes reader a lot but they tell him that they refuse to date someone who doesn’t like cats so Lando tries to charm/befriend their cat/cats

nine lives — ln4

lando norris x !cat lover reader

smau + blurbs

You’ve always said you could forgive many things in a relationship—bad taste in music, questionable cooking, even the occasional forgotten anniversary. But not liking cats? Unforgivable. Which is why, when a clip of Lando—your boyfriend of almost a year—where he boldly declares “I just don’t trust cats. They stare at you like they’re plotting your death.”, your phone practically explodes with notifications. And right in the middle of your peaceful Sunday morning, curled up in bed with four purring furballs and one very smug grey baby sprawled on your chest, Lando walks into the room holding his phone like it’s ticking.

“They’re all sending me this video,” he says, deadpan. “And now half the internet thinks we’re about to break up because I disrespected Mister Whiskers the Third.”

You blink at him. “You did. And you disrespected me.”

And that’s when he sighs—loudly, dramatically—and looks your cats in the eye like he’s facing his greatest challenge yet.

“I guess I’m gonna have to win them over, huh?”

fc : random pinterest girlies

(a/n) : hi babyyyyyy. thanks for the love:) i am a huge cat person so this was very fun for me to write. my cat was stepping on my keyboard keys as i was literally trying to type it out. LMAOOO

ALSO NOT MY DUMBASS HAVING THIS EDITED AND READY FOR TWO DAYS AND NOT REALIZING. IM SO SORRY.

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lando’s ‘undercover’ GQ interview — 6/23/2025

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It starts innocently enough. You’re lounging on the couch in your sunlit living room, a tabby curled against your hip, a calico stretched across your feet, and your ancient, grumpy Persian—Count Meowcula—curled up like a loaf of bread on the coffee table. Lando is still asleep upstairs, likely tangled in the duvet with his mouth slightly open and hair sticking up like a dandelion. You’re scrolling through your phone when the first tag pops up.

@/username000 : NOT LANDO SAYING HE HATES CATS 💀💀💀 @/yourusername come get your man pls

You furrow your brows and click the link.

It’s a recent clip, from the GQ interview he just did the other day. The interviewer shows him an old clip of himself.

And the younger Lando on the video, without missing a beat, replies with boyish arrogance, “Dogs, obviously. Cats are evil. I don’t trust them. They just sit there and judge you.”

Your jaw drops a little. “Excuse me?”

He goes on—oh, he goes on.

“They’re always knocking things off tables. Like, why? For what reason? I could never live with a cat. I’d be on edge all the time.”

You blink at the screen, stunned. A moment later, your mentions erupt like fireworks.

@/username00 : so like… yn owns FIVE cats and lando said THIS?????

@/username0 : the betrayal. the slander. does Count Meowcula know??

@/username1 : if my man ever said this about cats i’d simply let them scratch his eyes out 😭

You let out a little laugh—half horrified, half amused—and glance around the room. As if sensing drama, your youngest cat, a tiny grey kitten named Pickles, climbs onto your lap and stares directly into your phone screen like she’s reading the replies.

“I know,” you murmur to her. “He’s got some explaining to do.”

Almost on cue, heavy footsteps pad down the stairs. You hear a yawn, then a groggy voice.

“Morning…” Lando steps into the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He’s in one of your hoodies and a pair of mismatched socks, hair a complete mess.

You swivel your phone toward him, the video paused on the exact moment he says, “Cats are evil.”

He squints. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

Lando flops face first onto the couch beside you, groaning into a throw pillow. “I was, like, twenty! I didn’t know better!”

“The internet disagrees.” You smirk, holding your phone up as notifications keep pouring in. “You’ve got approximately two million cat lovers and a grumpy Count Meowcula very disappointed in you.”

Lando turns his head, eyes squinting at the Persian cat who is, indeed, staring at him with an expression of utter betrayal.

“I told him it was an old interview,” you say solemnly. “He doesn’t care.”

“I’ll never earn his forgiveness, will I?”

“Not unless you make amends.”

He sits up dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Then I have no choice. I must… bond with the cats.”

“Oh?” you tease. “The same cats who are evil? The ones you can’t trust?”

“I was young! I was foolish!” He throws himself at your feet in mock agony. “Please, my love, allow me to prove myself to you—and to Pickles. And to Mr. Whiskers. And… Count Meowcula.” He pauses.

“God, why do they all sound like retired supervillains?”

“Because they are.”

Pickles meows at him, unimpressed. Lando slowly sits back up, adjusting his hoodie and patting his lap. “Alright. I’m ready. Send me your softest warrior.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”

“I’m ready to face the consequences of my words,” he says solemnly. “Bring me the cats.”

One by one, like some ceremonial trial, the cats are introduced. Pickles curls up beside him without protest. Mr. Whiskers claws his leg once, just for good measure, and then lays on his foot. Count Meowcula eyes him for a solid three minutes before climbing onto his lap and promptly falling asleep.

You grab your phone and take a picture of the scene—Lando sitting stiff as a board, surrounded by cats, one paw resting over his knee like a warning.

Moments later, the tweet goes viral. The top reply?

@/alex_albon : petition for Lando to do a cat photoshoot in apology form.

You grin and show it to him.

“Absolutely not,” Lando mutters as Mr. Whiskers licks his hand. “Okay. Maybe. Only if I get to wear the little ears too.”

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yourusername : should i leave this muppet because he doesn’t like my babies?

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alex_albon : yes. absolutely. dump him. lily and i will take you and your cats in.

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↳ yourusername : omw to the albon farm where me and my 5 children will be APPRECIATED.

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↳ lando : HEY HEY WE DO NOT HAVE TO GO THIS FAR

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↳ lando : i am like the cat whisperer now. ask pickles.

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↳ yourusername : you screamed when mr whiskers jumped up on the couch behind you. mans was just existing.

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↳ lando : HE STARTLED ME.

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maxverstappen1 : leave him. now. i want to see him walking down the road with one of those hobo sacks.

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↳ lando : OH MY GOD. YOU ARE ALL SO OVERDRAMATIC. I WAS YOUNG.

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username00 : i take it he is still in alot of trouble yn

↳ yourusername : oh yes. very much so. sleeping on the couch currently.

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lando : I AM SORRY BABYYYYY DO NOT LEAVE ME. I NEED YOU AND YOUR 5 CHILDREN.

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alexandrasaintmleux : leave lando. not bc of the cat thing but just so you can date me😻

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oscarpiastri : I, for one, stand for feline rights. #teampickles

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charles_leclerc: just wait til she has a conversation with zhou about this…

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↳ lando : BROOOOOOOO

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f1gossipgirls : Lando on live tonight with YN’s kitten Pickles!

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username0 : pickles had more screen time than max 😭

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The stream wasn’t even supposed to happen. It started because Max texted Lando “go live you coward I miss your face”, and then fifteen minutes later Lando was setting up his webcam while you sat cross legged on the couch, cradling Pickles in your lap like royalty. You had no intention of being on camera—until Pickles decided to launch himself from your arms and climb straight up Lando’s hoodie mid-intro.

“AH—oh my god—HE’S IN MY SHIRT,” Lando yelps, half-laughing, half-panicking, while you scramble into frame trying to extract the tiny menace from his hood. The comments explode instantly.

@/username0000 : IS THAT PICKLES??

@/username000: this is already the best stream of the year

You finally wrestle the kitten free and sit down beside Lando, both of you breathless from laughing. Pickles, smug as ever, curls into a perfect ball on Lando’s shoulder like he owns the place.

“He’s… decided to stay,” Lando mutters, eyes wide. “I’m not moving for the rest of the stream.”

“That’s called growth,” you tease. “You used to call him a demon.”

“I still think he is,” Lando says. “He’s just my demon now.”

Then Max joins the call. And everything goes downhill.

“Oi,” Max says, grinning into his camera. “Am I interrupting domestic bliss?”

“Pickles almost crawled into my ribcage five minutes ago,” Lando replies. “So yes, but it’s fine.”

You wave at Max. “Hi Max. I saved your best friend from a feline induced death.”

“Legend,” Max says with a wink. “Though if Pickles had finished the job, I’d finally win our Fantasy league.”

Lando flips him off. The chat goes wild. Over the next half hour, it descends into total chaos. Lando’s trying to game, Max is throwing shade, and you’re in the background trying to keep Pickles from knocking over an open can of Monster with the energy of a feral toddler. At one point a conversation sparks.

Max started. “So YN, how many cats is too many cats?”

You thought for a moment. ”Hypothetically?”

“Yeah.”

“Ten.”

Lando spits out his drink, “TEN?”

You shrugged, “I’m just saying. We have the space.”

Max laughed. “This is how it starts. First it’s one kitten, next thing you know, you’re on a reality show called My Strange Addiction..’”

You laughed, “I’d watch my episode.”

Lando sighed heavily, “Don’t give her ideas, she’s already been measuring out a catio for the balcony.”

The chat is unhinged at this point.

@/username11: lando is literally becoming the cat dad he swore he’d never be and I love it

Then Pickles decides to crawl back onto Lando’s lap mid game, and instead of pushing him off, Lando just says, “Okay okay buddy, you can sit there, just don’t touch the mouse—”

Immediately, Pickles touches the mouse. Lando loses the round. Max howls laughing.

“I’ve been sabotaged,” Lando groans. “By my own child.”

You hand him a tiny sweater. “He earned this.”

Lando holds up the sweater to the camera—soft knit, neon orange, a little lightning bolt stitched across the back.

“It’s giving superhero sidekick,” Max says. “He needs a cape.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you say, already pulling out your phone to text your Etsy supplier.

By the end of the stream, Pickles is asleep on Lando’s chest, purring, and Lando’s stroking his tiny head absentmindedly while bickering with Max about who cheated in karting back in 2015.

“He’s so gone,” Max mouths into the camera, pointing at Lando, who doesn’t even notice because he’s too busy whispering, “You’re my best mate, but if you ever touch my mouse again, I swear—” to a literal sleeping kitten.

The final shot before the stream ends? Lando kissing the top of Pickles’ head without even realizing he’s doing it. The comments explode. And the clip goes viral.

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You come home expecting the usual—a trail of cat toys on the stairs, a half consumed cup of Lando’s coffee on the kitchen counter, and Pickles dramatically lounging in your spot on the couch. What you don’t expect is Lando standing in the hallway with his hands behind his back and the guiltiest grin on his face.

“What did you do?” you ask instantly.

“Why do you assume I did something?” he replies, rocking on his heels.

“You only smile like that when you’ve either crashed a scooter or spent a suspicious amount of money.”

“I prefer the term invested.”

You narrow your eyes. “Lando…”

He takes your hand. “Okay. Just… come with me.”

He leads you to the balcony, practically vibrating with excitement. The sliding doors are already open, and the cats are pacing back and forth like they know something’s up. And then you see it. A catio.

Not just any catio. A custom, multi-level, architectural wonderland that stretches across half the balcony. There’s a tunnel system, clear bubble pods for sunbathing, platforms shaped like trophies, and tiny nameplates engraved for each cat. At the top—of course—is Count Meowcula, looking down on his kingdom like he’s about to demand taxes.

You blink. “Lando. What the hell is this?”

“It’s a Catio 2.0,” he says proudly. “Designed it with a guy from Reddit. Don’t ask how much it cost.”

You turn to him, stunned.

“And this?” you say, gesturing to the racing stripe hammock that literally says “PICKLES’ PAD.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Okay that part was my idea. And the tiny pit wall.”

There is a tiny pit wall. You burst out laughing, hand over your mouth. “I can’t believe you did this.”

He shrugs, pulling you into a hug. “You said they deserved fresh air and enrichment. And I figured… if I’m gonna be a cat dad, I might as well go all in.”

You lean up and kiss him, dizzy with love. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he grins. “But you love me anyway.”

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It started as a joke. You were scrolling through Instagram with Lando one night, curled up on the couch while Pickles aggressively kneaded his thigh. Zhou had just posted yet another selfie with Sweetcorn, his fluffy, spoiled cat, perched on his shoulder like a queen.

Lando squinted at the screen. “I’m starting to think Zhou loves that cat more than he loves people.”

You smirked. “I respect it. Honestly, I love sweetcorn too.”

“Okay, weird. But what if we got him, like… a Sweetcorn pillow?” Lando said, half joking, half serious.

You stared at him. “Wait. That’s actually genius.”

Two weeks later, the package arrives.

A two foot long plush pillow—an eerily accurate, almost too realistic version of Sweetcorn, down to the slightly tilted ears and smug expression. You nearly cry laughing when you pull it out of the box. Lando holds it up like he’s presenting Simba.

“We’ve peaked,” he declares. “This is our legacy.”

You’re both waiting outside the Ferrari hospitality unit when Zhou walks up, sunglasses on, coffee in hand, completely unprepared.

Lando grins. “Got you a present.”

Zhou raises a brow. “What’d you do?”

Then you pull the pillow out from behind your back and hold it up proudly.

Zhou stops. Blinks. Takes off his sunglasses in slow motion.

“You did not.”

“Oh, we did,” you laugh. “Meet… travel-sized Sweetcorn.”

Zhou stares at the pillow, mouth open, completely speechless. Then, without a word, he drops his coffee and takes the pillow in his arms like a long lost child.

“I’m never sleeping alone again,” he says.

Lando bursts out laughing. “We made it extra squishy so you’d get maximum cuddle support.”

Zhou is still cradling the pillow, already doing voices— “‘Who needs anyone when I’ve got you, Sweetcorn 2.0.’”

You snap a picture of him holding the pillow like a baby, and before long it’s all over social media.

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lando : i have made amends with all the cat people in my life. built a catio, traveled to the albon farm and got zhou a mini sweetcorn. and i can say i finally understand why max broke down the door for his cat children.

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yukitsunoda0511 : yn!! do you think we can get him to go to the cat cafe in tokyo??

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[awrkive]

NEIGHBOR BLUNDER, pt. 6 — JJK (m.)

in hindsight, you should have seen it coming. had always known your luck – or lack of it, thereof – and the universe's meticulous plan of your downfall made it easy for you to get tangled up in a series of unfortunate events, which presents itself as the neighbor that lives across from you, jeon jungkook.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (fluff, angst, smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

CHAPTER WORD COUNT 14.6k

CHAPTER WARNINGS/MISC neighbor!jk, bsf!jimin, accountant!oc, software engineer!jk, jk and jimin are chaebols lol, minjoon boyfriends <<<<3, as usual, super dreamy jk 😞 arguments,, lowkey,, emotional constipation like always, kinda angsty if u squint. Also jungkook kinda abuses the fuck out of 23278648 pet names available in the world even eye laughed... SPOILER AHEAD DONT READ IF U DONT WANNA KNOW [ explicit sexual content: mature language, very indulgent bl*wjob scene lmfao, a teeny tiny bit of c*mplay, fing*ring, c*nniling*s, penetr*tive s*x (p in v), c*wgirl s*x, protected s*x, multiple org*sms, jungkook has a filthy mouth 🫤😑😑 ]

NOTES i dont have anything to say except enjoyyy!! let me know your thoughts in my inbox gimme ur theories gimme ur keeb smashes gimme ur 2746th "i want nb jk so bad" 🤓☝🏼💓💓

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] // [ MAIN MASTERLIST ]

You like to think of yourself as a reasonable person. You make okay decisions, even though it takes you a few weeks and a thousand debriefs. You can’t buy something off the rack without going through 10-year-old posts on Reddit, and you certainly are very keen with people you let into your life – given your two to three friends. 

The point is, while you may be a bit of a klutz, you take your adult life kind of seriously, and especially your relationships.

You were so sure that what happened back at the motel with Jungkook when you were stranded was going to be this whole… one-time-thing. That you both were just horny, stuck in a weird situation, just heat-of-the-moment lapse in judgment, and afterwards he would tell you to forget about it. And if he did, you’d accept it. It might crush you a little bit inside, but you know you’ll be fine to keep going on with your life even though that might have been the best orgasm you’ve had since forever and you’d like to experience it again.

What surprised you the most wasn’t that it happened. It was how you felt the next morning. 

There was no regret. 

When you opened your eyes – bleary and barely awake because of the little hours you got in – Jungkook wasn’t in bed. He was coming back through the door with a bag of pastries and coffee from what you assumed was the local bakery. He told you everything was handled, his car and your stuff, and you could take your time getting ready. You’d head back once you were set.

You fell asleep again on the ride home. Jungkook walked you to your apartment and bid you a kind smile when you said goodbye. 

And nothing happened after. No awkward texts. No slow fade. And you were just so ready for the worst thing to happen. Like him suddenly going MIA on you or something… 

But now it’s the day after, and you’re together again in his car after he texted you to ride with him on the way home after work – cramped up in the driver’s seat with you on his lap.

Frantically making out. 

“Oh,” you let out a soft moan, carding your fingers through Jungkook’s hair, not even caring about how you’re messing up his hairdo.

A needy, impatient sort of heat builds between you two. His mouth is on yours, hands exploring like he couldn’t decide where to start. Another moan slips out from you he cups the swell of your ass through your trousers, and a rush of frustration bubbles up in your chest.  

God, why didn’t you wear a skirt?

“You smell good,” Jungkook murmurs into your neck, kissing a slow trail up to your jaw before groaning as you rock against him, grinding against the growing bulge pressing up through his slacks. 

“Y-yeah?” you mumble, tugging at his tie and popping open the first three buttons of his shirt. Your fingers graze his chest, warm and solid and stupidly inviting. 

“This is the scent you wore back at the party.” He untucks your blouse from your waistband, his warm hands sending shivers down your spine when they travel across the span of your back.

Yeah. And also the scent you exclusively use for special, big occasions. Because in the true broke girl tradition, there’s always that unreasonably priced perfume you keep in your vanity while you spritz the hell out of the cheap one. You’ve only used it a total of ten times ever since you bought it a month ago, the eleventh time being now… which is just a regular day in the office.

But being in Jungkook’s lap and making out with him in his car is not regular day in the office. So maybe you lucked out on spraying that expensive perfume – totally because it was just there on your vanity, by the way – and not because you were expecting something to happen today.

Totally.

“Uh, yeah,” you shift on his lap. “It was on sale.” 

Which is probably information he did not need and a total bald-faced lie. 

He hums, kisses dropping down to your sternum, hands getting heavier under your clothes. You take his face in your hands again to press your mouth on him, your moan getting swallowed by his eager reciprocity, both in the movement of his tongue inside your mouth and his erection that’s making you wet your panties as you rock your hips against him. 

Jungkook’s fingers trace the cups of your bra. “Can I?” He asks, mouth agape. You don’t even know what he meant, you just nod. A second later and he’s squeezing your breasts in his palms.

“S-so you wanted to drive me home for this?” you arch your brow at him playfully, grinding against his lap and relishing in the warmth of his hands on your chest. God, you wish he’d do something about your bra soon. 

Jungkook chuckles, nipping your jaw. “No. I wanted to ask you to come over to my place to have dinner.”

As if that triggered your intestines, your stomach suddenly growls – quite loudly in the confined space of his car and around the quiet parking lot of the building. 

Jungkook freezes, staring at you. 

You shut your eyes close in embarrassment, groaning. “Ugh, sorry. I haven’t eaten at all today and you mentioning dinner is making me remember that.” 

“Oh…”

Jungkook reluctantly watches you as you carefully leave his lap, completely halting your previous activity. He grips your hand as he helps you transfer to the passenger’s seat, looking at you as you put your hair up and tuck your shirt.

He adjusts uncomfortably in his seat, clearing his throat. You can’t help but eye the very obvious outline of his dick in his pants, and it’s very huge, alright, making you grin. 

“I hope that’s not gonna be a problem.” 

Jungkook takes in the mischief in your eyes and scoffs playfully, shaking his head as he starts the ignition to drive. 

You spend about thirty minutes in the shower – which is definitely not at all your usual routine – but it did the job. You smell like raspberries now, and the outfit you pulled on afterwards looks casual enough for Jungkook not to suspect what’s going on underneath. Just an oversized shirt and pajama pants. Innocent. Normal. 

But you have on a lacy pair of white thong… just in case something does happen tonight. At least you’re the least bit prepared… 

When you look at your phone, it’s already 10:15pm, and Jungkook told you to be over at his place at 10:20. You check yourself in the mirror one last time and head straight to the kitchen where you grab the plastic container of a batch of choco-chip cookies you baked the second he dropped you off earlier.

You’ve perfected the recipe now, you’re sure of it. 

But just as you make a beeline for your door, a sudden warmth gushes between your thighs.

An all too familiar feeling by now. 

Oh no.

You dash to the bathroom, tug your pajama pants down, slide off your panties and – yep. There it is. A bright red stain against the flimsy white fabric that went right through the pants.

“Goddamn it,” you mutter, frowning. Of all the nights to get your period, of course it had to be this one.

You had showered. Prepped. Put on the g-string. And you were this close to maybe – possibly – having sex with Jungkook. You hadn’t said anything about it, not outright, but come on. That impulsive make-out session in the car earlier? The way he kept adjusting himself? The tension practically humming between you?

Yeah, something was definitely going to happen.

Well, probably not anymore.

Grumbling, you toss your pants into the laundry and rummage through your cabinet for a pad. You move like you’re trudging through emotional mud, begrudgingly pulling on a clean pair of a less sexier granny panties and fresh bottoms.

So much for that.

It’s not like you had any of this figured out anyway. No “so, what happened” talk, no conversations about the night at the motel or whatever is… happening now. And now your uterus has decided to sabotage you. Amazing. 

Still, cookies in hand and spirits only mildly deflated, you head out of your apartment and make your way to Jungkook’s porch. 

He opens the door on the second buzz, greeting you with a grin that makes your stomach flip. Even more so when you realize he’s wearing sweatpants. Grey sweatpants. Ugh. This man.

“Hi.” 

“Hey, come in,” Jungkook says, eyeing the plastic in your hand. “What’s that?” 

“Cookies.” you bring it up to your chest. “I made them real quick so it’s not a lot. But I can assure you it’s better now and you definitely won’t get food poison.” 

He chuckles, leading the way to his living area. “You say that as if I got food poisoning the first time.” 

“Maybe you did and you just didn’t tell me.” 

He shakes his head, still smiling. “You know you didn’t have to bring something, right?” 

“Uh-huh.,” you mutter, following him in, “but since you’re making dinner, I thought I could take care of dessert.” 

The moment the words leave your mouth, your face scrunch up. 

Jungkook pauses just long enough to glance back at you, amused, before shaking his head again with another soft laugh. 

What? What did he think you meant by that? Geez… 

Comfortable silence settles between you, the soft clinking of wine glasses and the distant narration of some random BBC documentary filling the space. You teased Jungkook again about his massive TV – said the faces look so big that it’s just kind of funny – but really, it’s kind of cute the way his ears flush red when he gets shy talking about his stuff. 

You talk. About work, mostly. Jungkook’s been pulling longer shifts, taking on more than usual. You tell him about your days have been the same lately, just mindless repetition. He compliments the cookies you brought, and after a bit of coaxing, admits the first batch you made for him weeks ago were kind of bad. You laugh and pretend to be offended.

It was nice. 

Somehow, you talk about everything and nothing. Not once either of you mentioned the motel. Not the kiss in the parking lot. Not even a vague nod to the tension that’s been following you around like a ghost. 

And maybe that’s the problem.

It feels like Jungkook’s waiting for you to jump the gun first. But how the hell are you supposed to do that? How do you casually bring up the fact that he kissed you like he meant it? How exactly are you going to talk about the night you shared a kiss with the man you think you’ve liked for so many weeks now? How are you going to talk about how he made you orgasm to sleep because it was the best you've ever had since and it was so much better than the scenarios you’ve made up in your head? And god, those scenarios didn’t even live up to the very real thing. 

You want to bring it up. God, you need to. Not because you’re hopeful that this night would lead to something – but because you just need to know if he would want to do that again sometime.

But something in you is scared that Jungkook will suddenly speak up and tell you the night was a mistake and you both should get over it.

But you also know that kiss in the parking lot must’ve meant something. The way you just jumped at each other like you weren't in a public space and Jungkook not minding one bit must’ve meant that he wanted it too.

That maybe, just like you, he can’t help but notice the thick tension up in the air as you sit on the couch so close to each other, his familiar scent overwhelming your senses, and the way he looks so cozy in his white shirt and… grey sweatpants. Ugh. You swear you weren’t going to pay any attention to it as soon as he opened that door, but how could you not when he just looks way too effortlessly good and you know exactly what it's hiding–

“You want some more?” 

Your thoughts are cut short when Jungkook suddenly speaks, looking at your wine glass. 

“Uh…” you glance at the clock. “No, I should probably get going. It’s almost 11. I have work tomorrow– we have work tomorrow,” you chuckle awkwardly, glancing at the wall clock across the room. 

Just like that, you go back to your shell again, overwhelmed by your anxiety and fear of rejection. 

But for a brief second, Jungkook looks disappointed by your response, although he’s quick to wipe that off with a smile. 

“Okay. I’ll walk you out.”

Okay. Well maybe you didn’t really want him to say that at all. 

Hiding your disappointment this time, you stand up from the seat and let Jungkook talk you into leaving the wine glasses on the coffee table as opposed to bringing it to the kitchen yourself, as Jungkook insisted he’ll take care of it once you leave. 

Jungkook’s hand lingers on your lower back as you stand by his door, ready to say goodbye. 

“Thanks for the dinner.” you say quietly.

“You’re welcome,” Jungkook smiles. “We can do this again sometime.” 

“Sure. Why not?” 

“Alright. See you tomorrow, then?” 

You halt your steps, lips curling into a half-smile. “That flatters me.” 

Jungkook leans on the doorframe, crossing his arms across his chest. “I was hoping so.” 

You bite back a grin, nod, turning to leave. But…

“__—”

“Jungkook—”

Your head snaps quickly to his direction, and you both stare at each other in surprise. Jungkook’s gaze melts into a soft look.

“You first.” 

“No, you first.” 

“___,” he says with a chuckle, coaxing. 

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself. 

Just take the chance, something in your head tells you. 

And you took the bait. 

“This is going to sound incredibly stupid,” you start, voice low and hesitant. “but what happened back at the motel — I’m not sure if we’re allowed to talk about that again — but we kind of kissed this afternoon and I… I don’t know what that meant. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I wanna do it again sometime. If you’re willing,” you voice wavers, trying to look into his eyes but the weight of your words crawl deep in your skin it makes you scared to even make eye contact. “But if you’re not, then that’s totally fine. We can forget it happened.” 

Silence stretched for a beat too long. Panic starts to rise in your chest – until Jungkook steps forward.

“If I’m willing?” He echoes, blinking like he’s not sure he heard you right. 

You nod, wary. “Y-yeah…?” 

He steps closer, and your breath catches. 

“Do you know how much I’ve thought about you since then?” He takes a tentative touch to your hips, and when you don’t say a thing or make a move to pry him off, Jungkook takes a hold of you to pull you closer, making you gasp quietly. “Everytime I close my eyes, all I can think about is how I’ve held these hips as I licked you, kissed you, and touched you. I’ve never been one to give in to my wants as easy as the way you made me when we walked back to my car this afternoon because all I wanted to do was to have a taste of you again, even though I would’ve liked for us to talk first. That means I can’t have enough,” Jungkook studies your face as he leans down, gaze so full of want, but there’s a certain control under his hold. It makes your breath hitch.

“And you want to know if I’m willing?” Jungkook tacks on, lifting his hand to caress your cheek, gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips. You anticipate his next words, but when he presses you closer – that’s when you feel it. The hard-on he’s sporting under the grey sweatpants you’ve been fantasizing about ever since you walked in on his apartment.  

“Oh…” you gasp, reaching for his shoulder as you feel your knees slightly buckling. 

Then, Jungkook chuckles, amused. But it’s dark and rich, and his boner is still very much pressing to your stomach. 

In the heat of the moment, you stand on your tippy toes and kiss Jungkook. 

He seems to be surprised at it first, but his arms slowly make their way around you to hold you as you tighten yours around his neck, letting out a soft moan when his tongue prods in. 

You stumble inside, Jungkook walking you back inside his apartment all the while not breaking the kiss, and the next thing you know, he’s kicking off the door shut, hands travelling down to your legs to carry you across his apartment. 

You yelp at the sudden way your feet get lifted off the ground, but Jungkook carries you with a certain grace as if you’re nothing but paperweight – hot tongue swirling around your mouth like kissing you was a lifeline. 

He lays you down gently on the couch, trailing kisses along your jaw. When you grab at the hem of his shirt, he sits back to quickly rid himself off the material. 

You bite on your bottom lip as soon as you see what’s on display. Wide chest, narrow waist, toned abdomen, and sculpted arms with ink. You would’ve liked to admire it more but Jungkook quickly goes back to kissing you after taking off his shirt, hands roaming all over your body as if he can’t quite decide where to put it at all. Then, he kneels in between your spread legs, slowly settling himself down on the floorboards. You watch with half-lidded eyes as his lips leave trail kisses down your neck to your sternum, until his hands slide your top off your stomach, kissing the exposed skin. 

Your hands settle on his soft locks, where you admire the way he moves down your body, huge hands splayed on your skin, making you ache in between your legs.

Your eyes blow out as you remember exactly what’s in between your legs. 

Fuck. 

Before Jungkook can kiss you there, you grab at his shoulders. “Jungkook,” 

He looks up quickly, fringe going in different directions, biceps unconsciously flexing at your touch. “Hm?” 

Even though it pains you, you tell him, “We can’t tonight…” 

“Ah, that’s alright,” He looks up at you in genuine concern. “You’re not feeling okay tonight?” 

You shake your head. “No… that’s not it,” You make a face, feeling annoyed all over again. God. Hot sex was on the table. And your period just ruined it. “I got my period. My cycle usually starts at the end of the month.” 

Jungkook nods in realization, squeezing your hips in understanding.

“Sorry, then. Should I get you something? I think I may have ice cream in the fridge.” He raises a brow, eyes drifting off to his kitchen. 

You take his cheek, grabbing his jaw gently to make him look at you. 

“Actually… I was thinking we don’t have to stop.” 

His eyes may have lightened up, and Jungkook takes your wrist to press a kiss to the side of your hand. 

“Yeah, I don’t really mind as long as you’re comfortable with it. We’ll put on a towel— okay, I can see on your face that’s not what you meant.” 

“No…? I was thinking I’ll give you a blowjob instead.” 

“Ah…” Jungkook nods again. “Are you sure? Don’t you have cramps?” 

You chuckle. “Not yet. It’ll kick in on the second day,” You nudge him with your foot. “Come on up here.” 

“You’re sure? We don’t need to do anything, baby,” 

Baby. God. That nickname had always been so generic but there’s something about the way it rolls off Jungkook's tongue. 

“I’m sure.” 

Jungkook gives you one of his million dollar smiles and kisses his way back up until your lips meet again. 

“Can I?” You nod when Jungkook tugs at your shirt. With your permission, he slides your top off, hissing at the sight of your bra-cladded chest. 

He goes down to lick your nipple through the material, and you grab his hair when you feel him give you a slightly harsh nip. He licks it again, as if offering some sort of silent apology. 

When he pulls the cups down, that’s when you push him to the side making him fall to the couch, and you take that time to kneel down this time in between his spread legs. 

“Put this on your knees first.” Jungkook hands you the throw pillow on the couch. You take them and fluff them under your knees, and when you finish doing that, you attend to Jungkook’s very taunting grey sweatpants, tugging it off him. He helps you slide the pants off together with his boxers – and you have to fight the urge to take it slow when his hard cock springs free. 

You’ve seen it before, have held it – but those moments felt so brief that they almost didn’t feel real. So when you see it up-close, so girthy and standing tall against his abdomen with the angry red tip slightly leaking, your breath gets caught up in your throat. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook lets out a low groan when you begin teasing kisses to his thighs.

His gorgeous, thick thighs.

God… you wonder how it would tense up with your feet resting on them as you bounce up and down on his huge cock. 

But you watch the way they clench when your lips get nearer to where he aches; watch as they tense under your touch when you place your hands there. And you watch Jungkook – most especially – as he looks down at you with hooded eyes, dark with want, his chest heaving under the tension. 

“Is this what you want?” You ask, blinking at him meekly. His mouth opens to speak, but you don’t let him say another word as you let a glob of saliva fall down to the crown of his cock. You adjust your position in between his thighs, getting more comfortable but also pushing your ass out as you wrap your hand around the base. 

Jungkook hisses when you twist your hand, gingerly spreading the wetness of your saliva around him. He lets his back fall to the back of the couch with a light thud, and you smirk when you see his abs clench. 

“You’re killing me here, __. Don’t tease.” 

You give him a non-committal hum. You meant to tease, but touching him like this feels like all your thoughts have suddenly gone to mush, and you’re left with only want – the want to pleasure him, to get him to let out those little huffs and grunts like when you two kissed…

You languidly move your hand around his shaft, humming at the way his tip oozes out more wetness which makes it easier for you to stroke him. You can’t help but watch in fascination as he seems to continue to grow around you. So hard and veiny… almost needy, the way he breathes heavily above you.

“Baby, fuck… you’re so pretty, god—” Jungkook’s words get cut off when you lean down to close your lips around the head, sucking at the softer tip before you take more of his length. “F-fuck…” Jungkook rasps, fingers gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail when you start bobbing your head up and down.

He feels big. Warm. But you smile to yourself when Jungkook shifts on the couch at the sensation. It felt good to have him squirming like that beneath your touch, to have him keening like this. 

Gripping the base, you twist your fingers around the remaining length you couldn’t put in your mouth, jacking him off. From there, you start picking up your pace until Jungkook’s a panting mess. You’ve never pegged him as the type to be so… vocal. But it felt good, and at this point, you just want to see him let go of himself, even as he grips your hair tighter by every second that passes. It didn’t hurt enough to be uncomfortable, the force was just right – and it felt like he’s holding on to every muscle of his to not use too much force on your head by the way you can feel his other hand hovering over your hair. 

“Ah, __… baby, shit. Yeah, you’re taking my cock so well– shit…”

You pump him faster, and every now and then, you would suck at the tip gingerly, kiss the veins around his rock hard dick, roam with your tongue, and test the waters and massage his balls. Soft groans escape past his lips, hips arching off the couch.

“Shit— baby, fuck,” 

You hum, pleased with that. Your tongue teases the underside of his cock with every downstroke, just to hear him swear. You lick off the glistening juice off the head, lick around the ridge, and tighten your grip around the base, sinking your mouth up and down faster.

“God, your mouth is–aghh– Jesus fuck baby I’m gonna–” 

You slurp noisily around his cock as you try to take him deeper – and at one point you actually feel him hitting the back of your throat but you were careful enough to adjust your angle and continue to suck him up and down. Jungkook’s gasps increase in speed and pitch, and you can feel him trying to get you off him when he tries to pull your face away from his lap. 

“Baby, you gotta–” 

But you don’t even let him finish that thought when you grip his thigh with your other hand, sucking his head that gets him keening again.

“Shit, shit, shit __ I’m going to– f-fuuuck,”

Jungkook shoots his hot cum in your mouth, and you didn’t really expect it to be so… much. The first wave felt heavy, but as his thighs spasm, his dick continues to squirt some more, and you open your mouth to catch them all. 

“Fuck.” 

You pull back with a wet pop, opening your eyes to meet Jungkook’s stare. Your fingers are still around his length when you lick around your lips, noting the way his eyes darken at the sight of you in front of him like this – kneeling in between his legs and licking his cum. 

His chest heaves up and down, and he looks like he was about to say something when you suddenly slack your jaw to present your mouth to him – your mouth that’s now painted white with his cum. He watches you carefully as you close your eyes and swallow.

“Jesus.” 

“Didn’t know you were religious like that.” you say as soon as everything’s gone in your mouth, giving him a cheeky smile. It’s a bit salty, not terrible, though you kind of expected that.

When you look at Jungkook, his mouth opens and closes like fish in water. You beat him to it when you rise, crawling up on his chest to press your lips to his. 

You realize he might be one of those guys who didn't like it very much when their partners kissed them on the mouth right after giving them a blowjob – but Jungkook only slides his arm around your waist, deepening the kiss, dipping his tongue in your mouth until you’re settled on his lap again. 

“You’re a fucking dream.” Jungkook says before kissing you again. 

You giggle in his mouth, pushing him away slightly. His eyebrows knit in confusion, but he doesn't really look like he’s processing anything. 

“You know I realized something about you,” you plant a sweet kiss on the side of his lips. “You don’t cuss at all, but you do it a lot during sex.” 

Jungkook’s expression contorts into a frown, as if that was news to him. “Do I?” 

You chuckle. “Yeah.”

“I didn’t know that–” then as if cutting off his own thoughts, he dives in for a kiss again. He pulls away for a second, caressing your cheek and thumbing your jaw before staring at you. “God, you’re gorgeous. Pretty girl.” 

“Thanks.” 

“I think my brain’s broken right now. I don’t have coherent thoughts.” 

That makes you laugh. You pat his chest and notice the way Jungkook reluctantly lets you get off his lap, watching with hooded eyes as you rise to your feet. 

“Well, I’ll have to get going. It’s—” you glance at the wall clock. “almost 12.”

Jungkook takes your wrist, and you have to be very brave to not look at his lap because he still hasn’t pulled up his pants yet and his dick is still very much on display. And you weren’t really kidding about having to go because you do have an early day tomorrow. 

“Do you really have to go?” 

You pout. “I have to.” 

He sighs as if that disappointed him. “Okay… let me walk you out.” 

Jungkook – finally – pulls his pants up, brushing his fingers through his hair as he rises to his feet. He doesn’t bother putting on his shirt, though, and you don’t comment on it, figuring he’d stay inside anyway.

But when you see him slipping into his slides to follow you out, you press a hand lightly to his bare abdomen and laugh. “Hey, it’s literally, like five steps away. Go back inside.”

He pauses, brows furrowing in slight confusion before glancing down at himself. “Let me just grab my shirt, then—”

That makes you giggle. “Brain still broken?” 

“I think so…” he trails off then looks at you. “Hey, come here,” he doesn’t wait for you to do so though, just reaches for you to pull you by the waist, pressing you close to him. He leans down and gives you a slow kiss. You could actually feel air being taken away from you when he pulls away, his smile as gentle as the hand that rubs your back. “Thank you, and good night. See you tomorrow?” 

You nod, feeling your cheeks flush. 

“Okay. Night. And see you tomorrow.” 

With a small wave, you turn toward your apartment, not daring to glance back as you head to the door. But you can feel his gaze on you, watching as you slip inside. 

It felt like Jungkook wanted you to stay longer…

But the ache in between your thighs was starting to get uncomfortable, and honestly, you really needed to change your pad. 

Because the wetness there? Yeah, it definitely wasn’t just your period.

“So… is my laptop dying or…?” 

“For the third time; no, your laptop is not dying,” Jungkook gives you a playful shake of his head. “It’s just laggy because you watch a lot of porn on it and you turned off your antivirus for some reason.” 

You gasp. A dramatic one. 

You give Jungkook a scandalous look before sitting down on the couch with him, peeking over what he’s doing on your device. Frankly, you don’t like it when people touch your things – especially your gadgets – because you had a lot of private stuff in them. But thirty minutes ago, your laptop randomly shut down while you had been doing some excel spreadsheets. In a weird coincidence, Jungkook called you the same time it happened. So you told him about it, and he offered to swing by and take a look. He was a tech guy, after all… and anyway, getting it fixed at some shop would have been expensive. 

“I don’t watch porn!” you protest, glaring at him. 

Jungkook just blinks at you, looking unconvinced. Then he shrugs. “Okay.” 

“And what do you mean antivirus? I don’t even know I have one,” you mumble, placing the bowl of freshly cut watermelon on the coffee table. You fold your legs underneath you and inch closer to see what he’s actually doing. He’s been at it for a few minutes now, but all you see are lines of text and windows you can’t even pretend to understand.

“Yes, you do. And you did turn it off,” he says, gesturing at the screen. It’s full of stuff that might as well be in a foreign language. “These are malware. See this? Classic spyware script. You probably clicked on one of those fake play buttons with a hot singles ad or something.”

You give him a baleful look. He snorts.

“You’re not funny. And I watch porn on twitter like a normal person– okay sometimes maybe I do watch on shady websites but why do you even know that? And why are you interested in my porn.” 

“You watch porn on twitter?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“Hm. Interesting,” he nods and turns to the screen again. “Well, I wanna know what you like.” 

You almost fall off the sofa. “Like you want me to give you a list of porn accounts?” 

Jungkook actually laughs at that. “What? No. I mean, I'm interested in the porn you like.” 

Oh.

“Uhm, I don’t particularly like anything,” you say, although maybe you immediately think of those videos where the woman is on the guy’s lap and he fingers her hard in front of the camera – but other than that, not really. You aren’t some freakazoid about porn. Most of the time, you were fine getting off with pure imagination. “I don’t like BDSM though, I think.” 

Jungkook nods, but his eyes are not really on you and instead focused on your laptop as he does things. “Hmm.” 

Your head snaps in his direction. “What do you mean, hmm?” 

Jungkook meets your stare. “What?” 

You study his face, narrowing your eyes. But he just looks at you in confusion, although there’s a little smile tugging at his lips. You drop it anyway, reaching for the watermelon cuts on the coffee table and start eating them as you watch whatever magic Jungkook is doing on your device.

“Anyway, I pirate a lot of movies so there’s that.” You thought that would be helpful to share. Those sites do have a lot of those pop-up ads, and you’d really rather endure that than have some big fuckass streaming corporation steal from you every month. 

“I know, I’m just teasing about the porn websites,” Jungkook chuckles when you glare at him. “I could share my streaming accounts with you. I think I have everything.” 

Your eyes light up almost instantly, but then you manage to catch yourself. 

“Uh, no, you don’t really need to do that…” 

He hums, goes back to your laptop. You don’t think about it too much when you pick up a watermelon and hover it over his mouth. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to eat it off your finger, and you don’t  expect the way he sucks the juices off, tongue swirling around your digit while looking into your eyes. It feels like the whole moment took a minute, but in reality it was really only a few seconds, and Jungkook’s back to doing his thing on your laptop. 

Oh. 

Oh… okay. Well. 

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you drop your hand to your side, absentmindedly eating your watermelon bites.

Ugh. When will your period end?! Given, it’s only really day two, and you probably have two or three more days to go but ugh�� 

Your thoughts are interrupted when Jungkook suddenly speaks, rising to his feet. 

“All done. I installed a better antivirus, and I logged in my streaming accounts so you don’t get malware again. Also turned off some useless background programs because you had too many running– and I recovered your excel file,” he says, and you give him a grateful smile as you take your laptop and bring it to your chest like it’s your baby. Jungkook chuckles at the sight. “I have to go to the toilet, though. Want to order in and watch something when I’m back?”

“Yeah, sure! Toilet’s over there,” you point to the far right direction of the apartment and watch Jungkook disappear into view to enter the bathroom. 

You’re hacking away on your laptop when a phone starts buzzing on the coffee table. 

Jungkook’s phone. 

You hesitate. You don’t want to knock on the bathroom door just to hand it to him, but you don’t feel right ignoring it either. 

The buzzing stops, and you feel relieved for all of one second when it suddenly starts again. 

You lean slightly over – not really reaching, just peeking – to see who it is. What if it’s work? What if it’s important? You could tell him about it when he comes back… 

The screen lights up with a name: Dad.

You gasp. Just a little.

The bathroom door creaks open behind you and you straighten up like you weren’t doing anything. Jungkook walks out, toweling his hands on his jeans.

“Oh, hey, someone's calling you.” 

He gives you a curious look before he crosses the room. You try not to watch too closely as he picks up his phone, but you see it; the way his brows knit together, the way his stance and tone shift when he looks back at you. 

“I need to take this real quick” He gestures to the phone. You nod.

He walks far enough that you can’t really make out the conversation, but when you take a peek to look at him, he looks so serious. You’ve only ever seen serious Jungkook when he was at work. 

A few seconds later, he returns – apologetic eyes, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, I got called into work just now. I’m sorry we can’t have dinner tonight.” 

Oh, so you were right! It was a work thing. Still… you wonder why his dad was the one calling.

“No, it’s fine! It must be super important,” you say quickly. “Maybe we can have dinner tomorrow instead?” You say, smiling up at him brightly. 

Jungkook breaks into a smile. Then, out of nowhere, he steps closer and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. 

You’ve been doing a lot of that lately. Kissing, that is. Just this morning, he drove you to work and you made out before he even started the engine. Then later. After parking, his hands wandered a little too much before you swatted him off, gently reminding him that your breasts were feeling tender from your period.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Then just like that, Jungkook makes his way out of the apartment, and you don’t even know that you’ve been smiling like crazy until the black screen of your laptop catches your silly expression. 

You miss Jungkook. 

Okay— well. It’s just been two days, really. Well, more like today is day two. So it’s actually just been a full day. But there were no texts yesterday, and there were certainly no calls either. You haven’t seen him come out of his apartment, and you hate that you’re starting to worry. 

You were debating whether to send him a message or not when suddenly, your doorbell rings. You weren’t expecting any visitors, especially not today when it was still so early in the morning and you have to go to work soon! But maybe it was your landlord, complaining about something again…

You groan at that, snatching your bag from the counter, planning to head straight to work after dealing with whoever it is. You slide your shoes on, ready for that condescending landlord tone only to freeze when you open the door.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, acting like you’ve just seen a ghost. And he seems to think so as well, cocking his head to the side at the unusual greeting. “You’re here.” you blurt out. 

“Yeah, I went back to my place last night but only for awhile. We launched a system yesterday and something broke in production. QA didn’t catch it, so now we had to roll it—” as if he thought he was sparing you with some boring talk, he cuts himself off and smiles at you instead. “I had to work overtime. I’m sorry I missed dinner last night.”

“Eh, don’t worry. It’s not that serious. I know you're extra busy these days. Anyway, are you on the way to work?” Jungkook nods. “We should go together, then.” 

“I was just going to say that.” 

You step out of your apartment, and Jungkook waits for you to lock up before you both walk side by side down the stairs. You don’t know why but somehow, having seen him today and walking with him to his car where you’re gonna be riding in together to go to work was giving you a sense of contentment that you missed yesterday. Okay, so maybe this was a thing that was starting to grow on you. And maybe being with Jungkook genuinely makes you feel happy – giddy, for the most part. But it felt silly to have missed him when it was only really a day…

But you didn’t really want to dwell on that. It wasn’t Jungkook’s obligation to drive you to work everyday, and you certainly aren’t entitled to his undivided attention when you know exactly just how hectic his work schedule is. You couldn’t ask him to make time for you, even though you would like that.

“Oh!” Jungkook startles beside you when you suddenly halt. You look at him, wide-eyed. “Jungkook, it’s September first today!” 

Jungkook checks his phone, brows furrowed. “Yes…?” 

You eye him incredulously. “It’s your birthday!” 

At first, the words didn’t seem to register, but Jungkook slowly nods. “Ah yeah, it’s my birthday today.”

“Why do you sound so unexcited?” You pout. 

He chuckles, stepping closer to brush away a stray of hair you hadn’t even noticed had fallen across your face.

“Baby, it’s just another day.” 

You feeze at the word. It’s the first time he called you that outside of you two… fooling around. It slips naturally from his mouth in that situation, but hearing it in this very non-sexual context was kind of throwing you off-balance – because this moment wasn’t supposed to feel intimate. Not like that, anyway.

Looking away, you say, “Still. You should do something to celebrate. Oh! I think… oh…” your eyes widen at the thought of throwing him a mini-party tonight. Obviously, Jungkook doesn't make a big deal of his birthdays, based on his response. But you thought about baking him a cake. And cookies! He liked the cookies you made last time! And you were practicing cakes these days so maybe it’d be nice to make him a small one. You turn to him with hopeful eyes. “Are you free tonight?” 

Jungkook hesitates, but he smiles down at you. “Yeah, I’m free tonight. Why?” 

You grin. “You’ll have to come to my place to find out! Oh, it’s gonna be fun. Ugh, I wish we can invite Jimin…”   

You’re honestly proud of yourself for not breaking down when the piping tip you bought turns out to be the wrong one. The blue icing on your apron now looks like abstract art, and there’s enough sugar on your kitchen floor to summon an army of rants.

You just wanted the cake to be perfect. The cookies already were – but the cake, maybe not so much. And it was fine! It tasted fine! But the decorating sucked and at this point you just kind of wish Jungkook would look past the awkward lettering and appreciate the effort behind all these. 

You didn’t have much time. He texted you after work that he couldn’t drive you home. He had to stay late, which actually worked out because it gave you the extra time you needed to prepare. 

Although for the record, this wasn’t even a real surprise. You just made baked goods. And you cooked some food. And by cook you scratched off the chicken shop’s label and put it in the microwave to heat it up by the time you finished cleaning up your place since Jungkook was gonna be here by 11pm. 

Which is why, at 10:40, you rush to the shower.

When you’re done, you step in front of the mirror to check yourself out. You’ve rummaged through your closet and found an old lingerie you don’t remember ever putting on. You remember it as one of those “feel-good” purchases awhile ago. 

It’s nothing special, really. Just your usual black lace two-piece. The bra’s light and sheer, made of floral lace with thin straps that sat neatly on your shoulders. There are little pink bows too on them, which kind of made it cute. It didn’t offer much coverage, what with your nipples poking through the fabric – but that seemed to be the point. Meanwhile the panties are just as bold; crotchless, cut daringly open in the center, but softened by the same delicate lace. The set originally had garter straps and thigh-high stockings, but you thought that would be an overkill so you opted out of it. 

You cover it up with a casual white dress, spritzing on the La Belle perfume Jungkook always seems to like a little too much. 

There, everything’s done. Your period’s gone too, obviously, (day four, thank god) almost as if it knew not to ruin this night for you. 

When you head out of your bedroom, you pick your phone up from the kitchen counter to dial Jungkook’s phone. 

He usually answers on the first or second ring, but this time, he doesn’t. Wasn’t unusual or anything, given how busy he is… but you do frown when the ringing ends and there’s nothing that comes next but his voicemail.

Your frown deepens. You shift from one foot to the other, glancing at the clock. It’s past eleven now. Fifteen minutes past, to be exact. 

Jungkook’s not usually late to things.

You sigh, trudging to one of the chairs in the dining area where you prepared the food and cake for him. You also bought wine and lit up a candle.

You stare at your phone for a solid minute before you pick it up again, deciding to send Jungkook a text. 

You [11:16pm]: hey!! are you running late :> 

You chose to add the emoticon in the end so the text doesn’t feel too mysterious or broody or serious. Really, you aren’t mad, maybe a little upset now – but maybe Jungkook’s just in the middle of something… what was that again? Someone breaking in production, whatever that meant…

But the clock turns 11:25, and there is still no sign of Jungkook on your phone – and even more so on your door. 

You [11:25pm]: are you busy? sorry if im bothering you! 

Then on second thought, you added:

You [11:26pm]: oh no pls dont tell me you forgot.. 🙁

Maybe he did forget. You hadn’t reminded him of it when you talked earlier. Did you have to? He said he was free tonight, so you kind of assumed… 

You sigh again. 

The chicken was turning cold and so was the other food on the table. 

You pick up a cookie to nibble on it, thinking of why Jungkook would forget. Or why he wouldn’t text you back or return your call. 

At eleven thirty, you stand up from your seat, suddenly feeling so… so silly. Silly about the food. Silly about the cake. Silly about your dress. And most especially, you feel silly about the lingerie that’s hidden underneath. 

How silly. To plan all these in expectation of what… Jungkook’s company? 

But it was his birthday. And you wanted to throw him a party, thought it would mean something to him, even though it’s not that much. But you did go through a lot of trouble to put this all out… but he also didn’t ask you either. So really, you have no right to feel upset over him not making good on his promise. 

Wait, did he promise anything though? No, he didn’t. Not really. He just said he was free tonight. No promises. Maybe his schedule changed again and he needed to work overtime. 

You start putting away the food in the fridge, not even having the energy to eat something for dinner. You go back to your room, stripping yourself off and changing into some comfortable pajamas before throwing yourself on the bed. 

Still no texts.

It’s 11:42pm when it comes. 

You hate how fast your body reaches for your phone to see who it was, lighting up when you see Jungkook (Unit 446) on the caller ID, even more so when you answer it. 

“Hey, I got your texts. I’m so sorry, __—”

“It’s fine!” you nibble on your bottom lip as you try to contain your excitement. “Are you coming soon?” 

“I– no, ba—” you flinch involuntarily when you hear him cut himself off. You were so sure he was going to call you baby, but he corrected himself quickly. “You remember the thing I mentioned this morning? The rollback didn’t go as planned. I’m working overtime tonight again so I can’t really go…” 

“Oh…” 

“Did you plan something? It’s just my birthday, __. Maybe we can go somewhere tomorrow?” Jungkook chuckles on the other end of the line, and for the first time it didn’t make you feel giddy or whatever. 

You pick on the bed sheet before answering. “Uh, no. It’s not anything big, actually. I just made you some cookies. And ordered some food. But anyway I just ate dinner first because you took so long,” the lie rolls off your tongue easier than you expected. His laugh made you feel shitty. You know he didn’t mean anything by it – but it just made you feel so… so unimportant.

And suddenly, you want to downplay the whole thing. Because clearly, he thinks it’s no big deal.

“Hey, are you upset?” His tone shifts — gentler now.

“Ah, no. Sorry. I’m so tired and sleepy,” you fake a yawn and snuggle on the bed. “Maybe we can talk tomorrow when you’re here?” 

Tomorrow is now your least favorite word. You’ve heard it too many times from him lately. 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

Then you hear him sigh. 

“I’m sorry again, I swear I’ll make it up to you.” 

“No need to!” you tell him, making sure to say that as cheerfully as possible. Jungkook doesn’t need to. It’s not like you were dating or something for you to be upset over him bailing on you. “Really, it’s fine. Hey, I’m really, really sleepy now. Good night?” 

“Okay, sorry. Sleep well, __. Tomorrow, okay?” 

You hum, not sure if you believe that. Maybe tomorrow he’s going to have to do overtime again. Maybe tomorrow he won’t be here again.

Whatever. 

It wasn’t a big deal. 

You end the call, but before you can drop your phone onto the nightstand, you type out one last message.

You [11:45pm]: happy birthday! 

You didn’t get much sleep last night. Not like your body clock has ever been particularly reliable, 

This morning, you didn’t really think that much about it when you put the cake in a container and dropped it off at Jungkook’s door on your way down the stairs. You figured you could’ve eaten it, but you made it for him and anyway… it was his birthday and you still think he deserves a cake. He didn’t exactly seem like he was celebrating last night.

You took the bus to work. Nothing unusual, nothing exciting. Just another day dragging your limbs through the same monotonous rhythm. Your brain feels like it’s moving on autopilot by the time you tap your company ID at the building entrance and wait in line for the elevator. 

Slipping inside, you wedge yourself into a spare corner, arms crossed as the lift fills and empties floor by floor. Eventually, it’s just you and one other woman left. She steps out when the elevator dings, cradling her phone against her shoulder as she barks something stressed into the line.

Instinctively, you lean forward and press the hold button, stepping onto the side when you take notice of someone going in, only to realize it was Jungkook. 

It’s funny, really. Somehow, he only ever seems to appear when he’s the last person you’re ready to see. 

“Oh– good morning, Mr. Jeon,” you say, dipping your head in a polite little nod. The words sound awkward even to your own ears, stiff. You’ve never had to think about how to interact with him in the workplace.

Judging by the slight flicker on Jungkook’s face, he thinks it sounds weird too. But he recovers quickly, offering a faint smile as he steps in. 

You return his smile, just as polite, and inch a little further to the side – so far that your back nearly presses to the elevator wall, creating an unnecessary gap between you.

The silence is noticeable. Tense, but it’s civil at least. You glance at the floor numbers blinking overhead, half-hoping this ride doesn’t last long.

Then Jungkook shifts in your periphery. 

“Hey, about last night—”

The elevator dings. 

It’s your floor.

You step out quickly, almost too quickly, heart tapping a little faster than it should.

You don’t look back.

You didn’t expect to get a text from Jungkook that night. 

Jungkook (Unit 446) [9:37pm]: Do you wanna drive home together? 

You made a mental note to give him a reply but it’s thirty minutes later that you remembered about it.

You [10:11pm]: hey sorry I just got home

Jungkook (Unit 446) [10:14pm]: Okay Jungkook (Unit 446) [10:14pm]: Please come over tonight? I’m cooking 

You [10:16pm]: i'm not sure if I can You [10:17pm]: i’ll try to. I brought home some work :/

He doesn’t give a reply after that.

And maybe that – weirdly – made you irritated. He’d texted first, and he’d asked you over. You gave a soft no, not even a hard one, and he didn’t even try again? Just left it like that?

You sigh and close the lid of your laptop. For once, you hadn’t lied about being busy with work. It was just a few reports you figured you could finish now to make tomorrow lighter and easier. It was nothing really urgent. 

But you do feel sort of guilty about it.

Your door buzzes, and you have second thoughts whether or not you ordered dinner. 

When you open the door, it felt like deja vu.

“Jungkook.” you say, blinking.

“Are you still working?” He’s in his work clothes, though the sleeves of his button-up are slightly rolled now. It looks like he just got home not long ago.

You glance at the laptop on the coffee table. “No, I just finished…” 

“Okay, then I have a question,” Jungkook steps inside, and you unconsciously take a step back at that, looking at him curiously. He watches you carefully. “Are we okay?”

Caught off guard, you stammer when you say, “I– yeah! Sure, why wouldn’t we be?” 

He doesn’t say anything for a beat, then, “You seemed a little off this morning. I thought maybe it was about last night.” 

You try to wave it off, suddenly nervous about Jungkook being so straight-forward. Usually, men were so emotionally stunted as you are and never faced their problems head-on.

“No, I mean, it’s fine. You were probably so busy. It wasn’t a big deal.” 

“But it did kind of matter.” 

You exhale, shifting uncomfortably. “Okay, maybe I was a little upset. But it’s not like I’m mad mad.” 

“I figured,” Jungkook says, voice soft. “And I get it if you don’t want to hang out tonight, but I still wanted to try. I know I’ve flaked twice now, but I meant what I said, about making it up to you.” 

You shift your weight from one foot to the other. “With food?”

He smiles faintly. “With food. Amongst other things.” 

That earns a chuckle from you. You’re not over it – unfortunately – but something about the way he’s standing there, almost cautious, makes it hard to keep your walls all the way up. 

“So,” he asks gently. “Will you come?”

Taking a deep breath, you unintentionally look down at your socks. 

“Only if there’s wine…” you say softly. 

Jungkook’s smile spreads. “There’s wine.” 

You sigh and start toeing your slippers off. “If it’s terrible, I’m leaving in five minutes.” 

“I can live with that.” 

Inside Jungkook’s place, the lights are unusually dim, the apartment warm with the scent of garlic and something buttery. A jazz record plays at the far corner, and you only noticed then that Jungkook owned a vinyl player – which you kind of didn’t expect – you sort of pegged him as the type to not have time to listen to music. 

Meanwhile, he goes straight to the kitchen counter, where you watch him by the stove, plating food like a professional. You realized he had been cooking, and that’s why his tie was a little loose and his hair kind of a muss. 

You don’t really know what to say, so you try to break the silence with, “Uhm, wow.” 

Jungkook glances at you, mouth lifting at the corner. “I try sometimes.” 

The obvious faux humility makes you laugh. You know exactly that he knows you’re impressed by the whole thing. 

And you haven’t even eaten his food yet.

Walking in slowly to the dining area, your eyes skim over the table where there are real wine glasses, cloth napkins, and a lit candle.

“So what’s the occasion?” You ask, sitting on the chair, watching Jungkook as he heads towards your direction, bringing in the food he was preparing. You smile up at him. “Guilt?” 

He chuckles under his breath, and you’re almost glad that the joke lands.

“Maybe. Also I figured you deserve a proper dinner, made by me. Since someone went out of their way to make me one.”

You hum. “Can’t believe you stood me up on your own birthday.” 

He brings the plates over and sits across from you. “I cooked,” he says. “Try it before you decide if I’m forgiven.” 

You eye the food, a little surprise at how he mustered up a risotto with seared scallops, and of course perfectly plated. Like he’s just so good at everything he does… wait, did Jungkook go to culinary school? You’re starting to think that.

“You know how to make risotto?” 

“I know how to do a lot of things,” he meets her gaze.

Yeah, you know that was a hundred percent true…

You take a bite, careful not to let any expression slip while Jungkook watches closely, not really digging in on his own plate.

And as expected, the risotto’s annoyingly good. You didn’t doubt it from Jungkook, though. Being good at cooking was just one of the many qualities that made him so… so whatever. 

“Okay, fine. I’m mildly impressed,” you comment, sipping on the wine to hide the small smile tugging at your mouth. Your very expression contradicts your words, and you know Jungkook can see through you.

He leans back in his chair, obviously satisfied. “Mildly?”

“You still missed your birthday dinner. That knocks off some points.”

He gives you a small smile. “I really didn’t expect it to be a birthday dinner, baby.” 

You shrug off the nickname by having more bites of the risotto. You wonder if Jungkook was being deliberate when he said that, or if it was just going to be a thing between you now. 

“You didn’t ask… and well, I was going to surprise you.” Now you pout at the memories of last night again. “There was chicken.” 

Jungkook looks at you in surprise. “You cooked?”

You eye him. “Yeah, I scratched the tapes off the takeout boxes and put it in the microwave.” Jungkook laughs, the crinkles on the sides of his eyes showing. It makes you smile to see him like that. “Well,” you say eventually, “you’ve redeemed yourself a little.” 

Jungkook leans in again, riding along, “Only a little?” 

“We’ll see if there’s dessert.” 

Jungkook smirks, and you both continue to eat. 

After awhile, he glances at you. “You’re not mad,” he says, as if treading softly. “But… you were disappointed, right?” 

You shake your head. “No. I just—” You see Jungkook raising a brow. “I just thought it’d be nice. I don’t want to make a big deal about it, it was your birthday! Now I feel bad ‘cause it’s like I’m making this all about me.” you chuckle at the realization.

You look at Jungkook when you realize he’s not really laughing with you. 

You flinch a little when his hand reaches out to yours. His thumb caresses your knuckles as he tells you softly, “Hey, I know it would’ve been nice. I’m really sorry I missed it.” 

“It’s fine…” it’s a good thing Jungkook lets go immediately.

But you find yourself wanting to share with him that you baked him a cake too. About the lingerie… but that felt stupid now. Wait, did he even get the cake you left at his porch this morning? 

As if he read your mind, Jungkook suddenly rises up from his chair.

“Wait a second,” he walks past you, disappearing into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and comes back into view with a single slice of cake.

Your cake. The one you made for him. 

You stare. “Is that—?”

“You left it outside my door this morning,” he says, placing it on the table. You blink up at him, mouth slightly open. “I thought I’d save it, you know? In case you ever stopped pretending you didn’t care.” 

It felt a little pointed, but with the smile on his face you’re not really sure. 

“You really don’t play fair.” 

“Not trying to.” he says simply with a small smile before sitting again. 

“So. Is this your apology routine? Fancy dinner, smooth jazz, and then hoping I forget you bailed?” 

He smiles into his own glass of wine. “If I wanted you to forget, I wouldn’t have brought out the cake.”

You raise a brow. “You brought that out to make a point.” 

“I did.”

“You’re kind of smug about it.”

“I’m good at making points,” he says, “Especially when someone keeps insisting nothing’s wrong.” 

You frown, somehow not really liking the confirmation that he does think you’re making a big deal about this. 

“I said I was fine.” 

“You keep saying that,” his voice is quieter now, but a little edged. “But you’ve been smiling like it’s your job since you got here. And I know it’s not real.” 

You recoil at that, not expecting to be called out. The sudden shift of the atmosphere is palpable as you lean back on the couch. 

“What do you want me to say?” you let out a humorless chuckle. “That I was upset? You hurt my feelings?” 

Jungkook’s expression changes, but his voice doesn’t falter. “I wanna know how you feel.” 

You look away. “Do you want me to admit that maybe I cared more than I should?” 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“But you mean it.”

He leans forward, "I mean,” he starts, “that it wasn’t nothing. You made me dinner. You planned something for me. That’s not small. And I want you to know that I want to apologize when I make these mistakes.” 

You don’t really think it through when you say, “It’s not like we’re together, Jungkook.” 

That makes him pause. You can’t find it in you to take it back, because… it was true, right? The whole thing felt like… like you were a couple in a fight. And you aren’t.

“Still not an excuse.” he says after awhile. 

You let out a breath, almost a laugh, frustrated. You wish Jungkook hadn’t brought it up, and you wish you aren’t reacting the way you are right now.

“You know, you didn’t seem bothered about it when we talked on the phone.” 

“Because I thought you were okay.”

“Well, surprise,” you flash him a tight smile. “Turns out I’m not as chill as I thought.” 

His voice lowers. “I never thought you were chill.” You can’t help but glance at him sharply. “I thought you were trying really hard to seem like you didn’t care, because maybe you thought I might not care back.”

That lands harder than it should, and you feel your throat tighten.

“I should go,” you stand up, not wanting to have any more of this conversation. You wish Jungkook would just drop it. You told him, you were upset – but he’s making a big deal about it. 

Jungkook stands up too, stepping closer to you. His height looms over you, but his presence feels calm and collected. 

“You could,” he says in that deep voice. “But you won’t.” 

You take in a sharp breath when he presses until you can feel the heat of his body. You’re confused about the sudden turn of events, but there’s something about Jungkook right now, his voice dropping low, his gaze… almost as if…

“Oh?” you decide to challenge him, not wanting to waver.

“You stayed. And now you’re standing this close,” he says, gaze dropping to your mouth. “Looking like you want me to make you forget why you were upset in the first place.” 

You swallow, suddenly feeling heated in that other way. 

“A-and if I do?” 

One hand brushes past your hip, and you stand there grounded, unconsciously holding your breath. 

“Then you let me.” 

You kiss him first – not really sure why and how it happened – but you do, on instinct. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. It’s fast, and there’s frustration from you bubbling under, heat blooming behind your ribs like a fuse finally lit. 

Jungkook kisses you back harder though, catching you on time – always catching you on time – walking you backwards into the living room where he lays you down on the couch, hovering over you.

His voice is rough against your skin when he breaks away to whisper, “Are you still upset?” 

Your hands grip his shirt. “I would be if you don’t continue kissing me.” 

That makes him smile, murmuring, “You’re a brat.” 

“Do you like it?” 

He inhales a sharp breath against your jaw, nipping. “I really do.” 

In an instant, his hands were around your waist, your back pressed against the back of the sofa. Your breath hitches when his mouth drops to your ear, making your knees weaken slightly.

“Do you– do you kiss everyone you disappoint like this?” you mutter, hands sliding under his shirt where you feel his abs clench.

“No,” he says, lips peppering kisses down your neck, voice low. It sends shivers down your spine and makes your thighs clench together. “Just the ones who microwave chicken for me.”

It earns a chuckle from you – sharp, breathless – and tug the collar of his shirt, starting to undo his buttons until sculpted chest is revealed. You’re about to pull the material off him when Jungkook catches your wrist.

“Still upset?” he asks.

You click your tongue. “Maybe.” 

He grins. “Good.” 

He kisses you again. Slow this time, like he knows you’d let him now. And you do. Your fingers dig into his shoulder as he deepens it, tongue brushing yours in a way that makes your head fog over. He tastes like wine and smugness… but you find you like it. Jungkook moves in such a way that screams he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

His shirt is off in a second, leaving him in his slacks and belt, mouth moving lower over your throat, your collarbone, until they reach your cleavage made easily accessible with the neckline of your camisole. You arch into the touch without much thinking, and when Jungkook whispers against the peak of your nipple if he could take your shirt off, you nod. 

“Sorry, this isn’t my proudest bra ever,” you tell him, fingers slipping through his hair. 

Jungkook chuckles. “I’m gonna take it off, anyway.” 

He lifts you up effortlessly, squeezing your ass as you yelp but helping you wrap your legs around his waist. Before you can say anything, he shuts up with a searing hot kiss, and you let him carry you to the bedroom with ginger steps, like he’d done it a hundred times before in his head. God, you hope he did just like you do. 

You don’t know how exactly it happened but your bra is off the moment he lowers you down on the bed, tugging the cups off your chest and letting his hand take reign on one boob while he licks the other one with his hot tongue, swirling it around your nipple that makes you gasp and shift on the bed. 

“Oh, Jungkook…”

Crawling over you, you meet his heavy gaze as he asks, “Are you sure about this?” 

If the heat in between your thighs is any more indication of how sure you are, he can check. But you tug him down by the waistband of his slacks to tell him, “I’ve been sure.” 

“Just checking, because once we start…” he murmurs, gaze dropping on your lips. As if he can’t help it, he closes his mouth around yours. Then his hand slides down, feathery touch causing goosebumps all over your skin. It stops on your inner thigh where you take a sharp breath because he was so close to where you wanted him to be. 

“I want you now,” you say, a bit irritated. 

He chuckles, dark. Low. He retracts his hand and smirks when you give him a glare. 

“I wanna take my time with you, sweetheart. Don’t rush me.” 

To prove his point, he kisses you again – hot and passionate, but also aguishly slow like he’s savoring every brush of your tongue and he has all the time in the world for it. 

You’re flushed beneath him, breathless as his hands wander all over your body. He nips the skin of your neck, obviously teasing, leaving goosebumps on his trail. When his hand cups the heat in between your legs, your hips unconsciously buck, your grip on his shoulders tightening at the contact. 

“I should’ve come to dinner,��� he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

“Y-yeah,” you manage, “you should’ve.” 

“I can’t believe I missed this yesterday.”

You gasp when his thumb presses on your mound, feeling like you’ve been electrocuted by the touch. Jungkook seems to take note of your oversensitivity, as he watches you with your mouth hanging slightly open.  

“Don’t worry, baby. I plan to make it up to you real good,” he leans back for a second to tug the waistband of your pants, and you don’t hesitate to lift yourself up a little to help him slide it off your legs together with your panties. You bite your bottom lip as you observe him watching the way the material clings to your pussy at the slickness. A smirk tugs at his lips. “I guess I’ve made you wait too long, didn’t I?” 

Your reply dissolves into a sharp inhale as he puts two of his fingers in his mouth and wedges them in between your folds, leaning down to plant a kiss on your parted mouth. His fingers move inside you, curling in slow rhythm, his thumb teasing just enough to keep your hips lifting off the bed.

“You’re so soaked, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he slowly slides them out, smirking when you whimper at the loss of contact. He inserts them again, this time taking on a steady pace. His fingers make you feel so full, just like they did back at the motel – and you wouldn’t dare lie to yourself and say you haven’t been looking forward to this again. By the way you can’t keep the soft moans escaping past your lips, Jungkook must’ve known too. 

Slick sounds bounce off the wall, and you try to keep it to a minimum by minimizing your moans and pressing the back of your hand to your mouth but Jungkook catches your wrist quickly, as if he knew what you were about to do.

“No, baby, let me hear you,” he says, pinning your hand up against the headboard. “I want to know how much you want this, how much you like my fingers fitting right in your pussy,” he looks down, then unexpectedly, he brings his soaked digits up to your face. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment when you see how wet they are with your juices, whimpering when he inserts them in his mouth with no second thoughts, licking them obscenely. You whimper when he shuts his eyes close, looking intoxicated. 

“Shit,” he hisses, “Tastes just as good as I remember it.” 

“J-jungkook,” you whine, wanting him to do something already. 

“I know,” he smirks, a little smug. “Should I go faster? Is that what you like?” 

“Please…” you cry out, holding on to his wrist.

He chuckles darkly and just as when you were about to say something else again, he curls the same fingers in you, but this time he plunges them in and out at a faster pace. At that, you don’t hold back the moans you’ve been keeping trapped in your throat. 

Legs tensing, Jungkook continues to fuck you with his fingers, moving like an expert; determined to make you fall apart – and you’re nothing but soft cries, heated, fingers tightening around his wrist as your orgasm creeps up your toes to your spine. 

“F-fuck…” you sigh when Jungkook dives in your chest again, nipping and sucking at the flesh you were sure he was going to leave marks. “Feels so good, Koo…” 

He hums against your skin, curling his fingers and digging in deep that your thighs shake uncontrollably. But Jungkook’s hold on your hip is firm, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you from thrashing underneath him at the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Yeah? You’re making such a mess on my hand, baby,” he husks out.

“S-sorry.”

He chuckles. “You’re beautiful,” He breaks away from your tits to stare at you. Moving away some of the hair that has gotten on your face, he says, “Are you close?” 

“Yes, god, yes. Please, I’m so close…” 

You can feel yourself about to reach your climax, so you move your hand to seek relief to your clit. But Jungkook catches you off-guard when he moves further down your body. You let out a lewd moan when he licks along your slit, sucking in your folds – your juices making a wet, spongy sound as he slurps. When he closes his mouth around your clit, you cry out and grab his hair quite harshly. 

But Jungkook only hums against your pussy, the vibration only making you drip more. He ravishes your nub with his tongue, quick and steady, and so are his fingers in and out of your pussy. 

“Oh my god,” you moan, body convulsing at your impending orgasm, shutting your eyes close and focusing on the way his tongue tugs at your clit. “Kook, I’m coming, fuck, I’m gonna cum—” 

He pulls off with a smack only to tell you “in my mouth” before going back to business again. You listen to his small grunts, his hums, and until then, you feel your body spasming when the coil at your stomach breaks.  

Jungkook puts his hand on your lower stomach, pressing you down as you wriggle underneath him, thighs shaking at your orgasm. He licks until you’re pulling his head out of your mound. He takes his fingers out of your spongy walls, spreading your wetness instead around your folds, as if calming you down from your high.

“Good, baby, good…” he murmurs, gripping your thighs to steady you. Then he leans down and presses kisses over them.

You let your back relax on the mattress, shutting your eyes close and catching your breath.

You hear a drawer pull open, and when you finally open your eyes, you see Jungkook with a condom pinched in between his fingers.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Jungkook skates his fingers through his hair, and you suddenly got the urge to jump him right then and there when you saw the sheer wetness on his jaw, his sculpted chest and the abdominal muscles that sit perfectly on his stomach, his tattoo sleeve – he looked like an absolute dream then, but you knew you were in for a ride when your eyes cast a look at the erection inside his slacks. Jungkook makes quick work of unbuckling his leather belt, and the way the metal clink with each other scratches a part of your brain that screams want, want, want and maybe Jungkook caught on, because he follows your gaze to the belt, clicking his tongue when he throws the leather away somewhere on the floor.

“Next time, sweet girl,” he says, sounding like he meant it. You can feel your cheeks heating under his gaze and the implication of his words, chest pounding as he unbuttons and unzips his pants together with his boxers. 

“I…” You watch in quiet fascination when his rock hard dick slaps against his lower abdomen, biting your lip at the sight. It was just as long and girthy as you remember it.

He hums. “You want to play next time, we’ll do that. But eyes up here first,” Jungkook instructs, and you do look at him when he says so, feeling your legs clamping together at his slightly commanding tone. He tugs your legs to pull you closer to the edge of the bed, and so you lift off the mattress slightly and rest your elbows against the soft sheets. Jungkook smiles at you as he kneels between your spread legs, “You look beautiful like this, baby. Do you know how much I’ve been wanting to do this?” he asks as he rips open the condom, pinching the tip and putting it over his cock in quick succession. 

“I’ve been waiting for you…” you say, not really sure what you mean, touching his chest because you can. He’s so warm and so big, and your pussy aches at the thought of him finally entering you.

It felt greedy, to want to cum again when you just did not even a full minute ago.

“I know,” he strokes his cock for good measure, and you let out a soft gasp when he hikes your leg over his hip, nudging your other leg to the side. He inserts a finger in your pussy, hissing at your wetness. “Fuck, you are soaked, baby…” 

“Put it in,” You whine, chest heaving up and down as you watch Jungkook with half-lidded eyes. His hand wraps around his dick, strokes it for a moment before gripping near the tip and bringing it closer to your aching heat. 

You moan when the first inch of his cock goes in, mouth gaping at the intrusion. Jungkook’s eyebrows knit as he adjusts your leg higher on his hip, pushing deeper. 

“Look at me,” he instructs, “You can take it, right, baby? You’re so wet, so pretty…” 

“I– yes, yes– shit,” you let out a shaky breath, “you’re s-so big, fuck,”

“You’re taking it so well,” he murmurs, voice low and dripping with honey. He gives a gentle, almost subtle thrust that almost knocks you out of the bed.

“Yes, yes, fuck… give it to me, Kook, I want you so bad…”

“Yeah? I’m gonna move in a sec, angel, play with your tits for me.”

You nod your head and do as told, letting your hands wander all over your body before fondling your breasts, moaning instantly at the pleasure. 

“Tell me if it hurts,” is what he says before he slips an arm beneath your waist, holding you up, a shudder escaping past his lips when he slowly pushes more past your tight walls. You choke out a moan, a broken sob coming out of it when he finally bottoms out inside of you.

“Ah…” 

He hisses, fingers digging at your waist as he withdraws from your heat and only the tip of his cock is in you, the scene with it sitting on your soaked pussy enough to send him into an overdrive. 

“You’re so fucking tight holy fuck,” he seethes, forcefully snapping his hips back into you and finally picking up a pace that makes you whimper and cry out pathetic little moans, mind becoming fuzzy at the thrusts of his cock in your entrance. 

Your walls clench at the glide of his cock against you, feeling him falter at the little stunt. But you can’t help it. Your body is on fire as Jungkook lets out a guttural groan, pulling you flush against his cock until the thin hairs around the base of his dick are tickling your skin. Your elbow shake as it loses balance, but Jungkook is quick to catch you just on time, leaning down to hover over your body, but it only makes the angle of his fuck deeper, and maybe he meant to do that too. 

Your hands are quick to wrap around his shoulders as you feel the tip of his cock prodding against your cervix like he’s going all out, your hips jumping as he rams back inside. 

He repeats the movement like a graceful dancer, thrusts deep and purposeful, pulling out wailing sounds from you you begin to worry if the neighbors could hear. He tucks his head against your neck and presses a kiss on the junction between your neck and shoulder, rocking his hips into you, pistoning into your squelching heat. His body is so close, so warm, sweaty skin gliding against yours.

“Fuck, fucking hell, baby – fuck, you feel so good,” Jungkook growls, finding your mouth and kissing you again. His hips snaps back into you once again, and you both swallow each other’s moans at the contact, letting your bodies rock to the sound of your fucking. His hand is on your chest immediately, squeezing everywhere until it settles on pinching your nipple between his fingers. 

“Jungkook– ah, baby— fuckkkkk,” You shudder, feeling your pussy quiver at every snap and every withdrawal, and when he brings his hand to your clit and rubs it in quick circles, you screw your eyes shut, feeling that familiar wave again for the second time that night. 

“Jungkook–” 

“You’re gonna be a good girl and come for me, sweet girl?” Jungkook rasps out, sweaty forehead coming into view as he jackhammers into your pussy with ease, welcomed by your never-ending slick. You never thought you’d see Jungkook like that, fucking like a crazed caveman, looking like he can’t get enough but also straining himself a bit to not hurt you – because of course he wouldn’t. 

“Fuck me harder, Kook, I need it– need you to… need you to—”

“Yeah?” he rocks harder, faster just like you said, and you can honestly start to feel the slight pain on your chest as they bounce at the speed, your hand flying to grab at your chest. 

“I’m so close,” you cry out, unconsciously reaching for him and feeling like you’re on edge. Jungkook takes your hand and encloses it around his, thrusting into you once again before whispering against your skin to let go. 

As if that was a magic phrase, you feel something inside you snap. 

“Good girl, I knew you’d come for me, you always do,” Jungkook slurs. You could feel your cum dribbling out of your pussy, creaming his cock, but Jungkook continues ramming himself past your clenched lips and into your spasming hole, grunting against your skin, mouth leaving random, open-mouthed kisses. 

He drills on, and his cock still feels so achingly hard, seemingly not anywhere near completion yet. You’re nearly mush beneath him from your current release, but you push through it as you press your hands to his chest, forceful enough to send him tumbling a little. He’s caught off-guard by that, and you take that to your advantage as you maneuver yourself to push him completely on his back, his cock sliding out of you. 

He bounces off the mattress a little, looking at you curiously as you straddle his waist. Your sensitive pussy shudders at the cold of the AC in his room, and you feel like your bones have been liquefied, but you don’t let that deter you from taking ahold of his still, indeed, hard cock and sitting on it. 

Jungkook inhales a sharp breath as he watches you bounce on his cock, the head disappearing and appearing in your entrance, like a show he would want to replay over and over again. And you’re determined, stretching your body and leaning back to rest your palms on his thighs for support as you take his dick, switching to a back and forth motion.

“Oh, Jungkook, god – oh my god,” and although it was supposed to be for him – for him to cum – you can honestly feel yourself about to snap again, especially when Jungkook reaches forward to rub your tit, caressing your tattoo underneath with that hungry look in his eyes, and settling on your hips like he’s enjoying the little show you’re putting up for him. 

“That’s it baby, bounce on my cock – you’re doing so we…ll,” he encourages, but there’s a slight break to his tone at the end. “Shit, keep going – fuck. I’m so fucking close– you look so good,” 

You swallow the saliva trapped in your throat to pick up your pace, feeling lightheaded at the overwhelming feeling of his cock prodding against your cervix everytime you go forth. His dick brushes past your clit everytime you move, and you throw your head back when you feel him starting to thrust upward. 

“Are you close again, baby?” Jungkook asks, gripping your hips tight as he meets your ministration. You bite your lip at the question, only whimpering when Jungkook bucks his hips harshly. “Cum for me a third time, pretty girl. Cum with me.” 

“Jungkook, I can’t, I’m so sensitive. I–”

“You can, angel. And you will.”

You mewl when Jungkook reaches for your pussy with his other hand, quickly finding your clit to rub against it again, and that pushes you to the edge quickly – orgasm snapping on an instant just like that. 

Jungkook’s hips stutter, breath caught in between a curse and your name, like the sound of you undid him completely. It was a sound that you heard three days ago when he came in your mouth.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses, hips faltering at his orgasm. “Shit…” 

You drop your body unceremoniously onto him, the exhaustion hitting you all at once.

Wrapping his hands around your body very gently, you feel Jungkook kissing the side of your head, making you shut your eyes close. 

“Jesus.” you blurt out, whole body spent.

“Didn’t know you were religious like that…” He says with a chuckle, caressing your hair mindlessly.

You snap your head quickly to look at him at the familiar words, narrowing your eyes. Jungkook only presses a kiss to your shoulder as if that was some sort of apology, and you let it go with a playful shake of your head.

“Do you still feel bad about missing dinner?” You ask with a smile on your face. 

He let out a low laugh, and the vibration through his chest feels warm against your skin. 

“I’m working on making it up to you.” 

“Does it really involve making me cum three times in a single night?” you arch your brow. “I think you’re overcompensating.” 

Jungkoo gives you a nonchalant shrug. “Maybe.”

And before you can say anything, he flips you over and kisses you again, which makes you giggle into his mouth.  

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[jihyoruri]

◟  𐀶 .. ⠀YN’S FIM-LOG richgirl!yn

𝜗℘ from the richgirl!yn series.

— BONUNS CHAPTER

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𝜗℘ ͘ ⴰ [FIM-LOG] yn vlog #6 shopping, friends, practices and a special guest? we’ll give you a hint “dramaaaa”| 1.4M views

the video starts abruptly, the screen blurry for a second before it clears up, focusing on the faces of girls' generation on their 1st asia tour poster. soft giggles echo from behind the camera, yn’s laugh unmistakable. a moment later, the camera tilts and she turns it towards herself, her face filling the frame with a bright smile.

⋆˙⟡  I had to bless you guys with the faces of my mothers ⋆˙⟡

her voice is sweet but you can tell she just woke up, with her pretty pink sleep mask resting on the top of her head, “I realized I haven’t filmed a vlog for you guys in a while, I’ve been ghosting you guys.” she laughs at the camera, “so I’ll be taking you guys along with me for the this week, I’m going to la in a week so this is the best time, you guys can pack with me.”

her voice is soft and a little raspy, the kind that makes it obvious she just woke up. a pretty pink sleep mask is pushed up on top of her head as she smiles at the camera.

"it's 9:30 am.” she says, turning her phone toward the camera, showing off her lock screen, a funny photo of ningning from aespa.

"I normally wake up earlier than this, like 5 am and I go practice.” she adds, then pauses, a small awkward silence hanging in the air.

⋆˙⟡  should I have said that? lol ⋆˙⟡

“but I felt extra tired and I also have brunch to get ready for with a surprise guest, so let’s get ready, I take extra long.”

the video cuts to yn softly humming along to "rewind" by wonder girls as she flicks through her closet. she pulls out a pink, long sleeved v neck shirt with the chanel logo bedazzled across the front, holding it up proudly for the camera and giving a quick thumbs up. tossing the shirt onto her bed, she strolls over to a tall pink shelf lined with fluffy baskets. after a moment of rummaging, she pulls out a short denim skirt with fluffy trim around the bottom, flashing it to the camera with another enthusiastic thumbs up.

the video cuts to yn singing along to "something” by girl’s day as she carefully dabs glitter onto her already smoky eye.

⋆˙⟡  I don’t understand why people stopped do their makeup like this… so boring ugh ⋆˙⟡

the video cuts to a close up of yn’s eye filling the frame, her unmistakable laugh breaking the silence. she quickly zooms out to reveal her whole face, grinning.

"i'm gonna show zuha my outfit and see what she thinks," she says, bouncing a little in place.

the video jumps to yn walking down a hallway, the camera slightly shaky as she hums a soft "morning" and pushes open a door. in the background, kazuha’s sleepy voice answers.

"what do you think?" yn asks brightly, flashing a wide smile at the camera. there's a small pause.

"you look nice... it's cute," kazuha says, her voice soft and a little shy.

"it's hot, right?" yn adds, casually chewing a piece of gum. kazuha bursts out laughing at her words, the sound echoing down the hallway.

the video cuts to yn with her hands resting on a steering wheel wrapped in pink fluff. she adjusts her mirrors casually before slipping on a pair of dior sunglasses.

"I don't drive much... or like, at all," she says, shrugging innocently. "but my car is so pretty, so I felt like using it today."

there’s a small pause. yn glances at the camera, her eyes wide.

"I forgot my id," she says, sounding half guilty, half amused. "I wanted to bring it just in case..." she looks around dramatically, thinking. "it's whatever. if something happens, all they need is my face."

she laughs before holding her hands up to the camera, showing off her chunky pink nails. "anyways, look at my nails  cute, right?"

she glances at the road ahead, a little panicked.

"okay, okay, I need to go."

the video cuts to yn sipping on a strawberry bubble tea, her glossy lips pursed around the straw.

 ⋆˙⟡ I made a bit of a stop.. ⋆˙⟡

“she’s taking so long,” yn sighs, glancing toward the passenger side with exaggerated impatience.

right on cue, the car door swings open and a cheerful sound effect plays as yizhuo slides into the seat, dramatically tossing her bag in back.

they turn to look at each other, completely silent for a moment, then burst into laughter, the kind that shakes your shoulders and makes the camera blur a little.

“finally,” yn grins, “do you know how long I waited?”

“you had bubble tea, don’t be dramatic,” yizhuo shoots back, grabbing the cup and taking a sip without asking.

“hey!” yn gasps, laughing again.

while yizhuo casually sipped from yn’s drink, yn turned to the camera mounted on her dashboard.

“okay, so we’re gonna grab some food first and then…” she paused dramatically, her eyes lighting up,  “shopping!”

yizhuo laughed, shaking her head. “when I told minjeong unnie we were going shopping, she gave me the most horrified look, because we always go over the limit we set for ourselves.”

yn threw her head back with a loud laugh. “oh my god, remember when we were trainees and I stole my dad’s card and we went crazy at the mall?”

yizhuo let out a scream at the memory, smacking yn’s arm. “that’s literally the only thing your dad knows me for it’s so embarrassing!”

 ⋆˙⟡okay we need to stop talking ⋆˙⟡

the clip cuts to yn holding the camera at a low angle, showing her and yizhuo with their arms linked as they strut into the restaurant, their play forms clicking in sync on the pavement.

the video then shifts to a shot from behind yizhuo now holding the camera, filming yn’s back as she chats with the host about their reservation. yn’s posture is confident, voice soft but composed.

from behind the lens, yizhuo quietly mumbles, “mama,” stifling a laugh.

yn immediately whips her head around with a dramatic scrunch of her nose, “what did you just call me?” she hisses, mock offended.

yizhuo loses it, laughing even harder as the screen shakes slightly from her giggles.

the video cuts to yn and yizhuo sitting side by side in a sleek, dimly lit booth the kind of place where even the water probably costs extra. the warm glow from the overhead lights gives their skin a soft highlight as yn adjusts the camera, trying to balance it against the salt shaker.

“heyyyy,” yn drawls, stretching the word out as she leans forward, fussing with the angle. “wait, this thing won’t stay still.”

before she can get it right, yizhuo suddenly holds up her phone to the camera, revealing a 

 0.5 photo of yn fast asleep, mouth slightly open.

yn gasps, smacking the phone down with wide eyes. “stop! you’re literally so annoying.”

yizhuo bursts out laughing, collapsing into yn’s shoulder as yn rolls her eyes dramatically.

without missing a beat, yn reaches into her designer bag and pulls out a sparkly pink lip gloss, popping the cap and retouching her lips with practiced ease.

“there wasn’t even anything wrong you didn’t need a touch up,” yizhuo said, eyeing yn as she tucked her gloss back into her bag.

“it felt like there was,” yn replied with a shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. then, without missing a beat, she added, “you should totally try this brand though. I feel like it would look so good on you.”

yizhuo perked up. “really? okay, send it to me. right now.”

the clip cuts to yn holding the menu open with manicured fingers, both girls glancing up at the waiter.

“I’ll have the tempura udon,” yn says confidently, then gestures toward her friend, “and she’ll have the kitsune udon. that’ll be it for now, thank you.”

the next cut shows steaming bowls being placed in front of them. the soft clatter of dishes and faint instrumental music in the background set the cozy mood.

without hesitation, they dig in chopsticks moving fast as they each sneak bites from the other’s bowl.

“yours is better,” yizhuo mumbles with her mouth full.

“mine is always better,” yn responds, already reaching over with her chopsticks again.

 ⋆˙⟡ it’s true ⋆˙⟡

the clip cuts to yn and yizhuo back in yn’s car, the sun starting to dip outside as soft music plays in the background. yizhuo’s eyes are glued to her phone while yn adjusts the camera back onto the dashboard.

“can you put in the directions?” yn asks, buckling her seatbelt with a casual glance her way.

“yeah, yeah…” yizhuo mumbles, fingers tapping the screen. then under her breath, “I’m scared.”

yn immediately turns to her, wide eyed. “scared? why?”

yizhuo bites back a laugh. “because you’re such a bad driver.”

yn gasps, offended, as yizhuo continues, grinning, “you’re like cher from clueless . except somehow... you actually got your license.”

yn dramatically turns her head away “wow. I’m just gonna ignore that and take you calling me cher as a compliment.”

the clip cuts to a sparkling chanel bag on display, the camera zooming in just as yn lets out an excited squeal offscreen.

despite being an official ambassador and coming from a family that’s represented the brand for decades, she still lights up like it’s her first time stepping into a boutique.

“should I get this one?” yn asks, turning the camera to capture both her and yizhuo, their wrists draped in designer shopping bags like accessories.

“it’s so pink and prettyyy,” she coos, dragging out the words as she holds the bag up to her cheek, eyes wide.

yizhuo leans in to give it a quick once over, then nods with zero hesitation. “get it.”

yn gasps like it’s the validation she’s been waiting for. “okay. say less.”

the camera shakes slightly as she giggles, already walking it over to the register.

i the clip cuts to yizhuo standing behind the camera, filming inside the boutique. the store is completely empty, velvet ropes blocking off the entrance like a private event.

she slowly pans the camera across the polished interior, shelves lined with glimmering accessories, the soft hum of ambient music playing in the background.

“this is what happens when a moon walks into a chanel store,” she says dryly behind the camera, a teasing lilt in her voice.

the shot shifts back to yn at the register, casually handing over her card. she turns over her shoulder, catching the camera and flashing a knowing smile, lip gloss catching the light.

the video cuts back to yn and yizhuo in the car, the backseat now overflowing with sleek shopping bags, definitely expensive looking ones.

the two are hunched slightly toward the center console, sharing a giant chocolate cookie croissant wrapped in delicate bakery paper.

“that,” yn says as she tears off a piece, “was a very successful shopping trip.”

“that was amazing,” yizhuo agrees, her mouth already full, nodding like it was a spiritual experience.

they both burst into quiet laughter, crumbs on their lips, yizhuo leans over causing her croissant flakes to fall on yn’s lap.

yn gasped and pushed yizhuo’s head back causing the girl to laugh harder.

the video cuts to the unexpected close up of a familiar face, aespa’s leader, jimin leaning into the car window with her arms casually draped over the top of the door.

she tilts her head slightly, eyes flicking to yn with a look that lingers just a little too long as yn adjusts the camera on the dashboard.

she peeks inside with a lazy smile as yn turns the camera away from her, placing it back on the dashboard to capture the moment.

“I just dropped yizhuo off,” yn says, glancing at jimin with a grin, “but she insisted on saying hi.”

jimin gives a small wave to the camera, then glances around the interior of the car eyes widening slightly at the mountain of shopping bags filling the backseat.

“you shop way too much,” she deadpans, raising a brow at yn.

“it’s called retail therapy.”

the video cuts to yn sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, a pink hard shell suitcase cracked open in front of her. her room is dimly lit with soft pink lights twinkling behind her, and a few shopping bags scattered around.

“okay, I need to start packing,” she sighs dramatically, brushing her hair behind her ear

 ⋆˙⟡ I’m the worst at packing ⋆˙⟡

she holds up the pink chanel bag from earlier, turning it side to side under the light like she’s appraising a diamond.

“should I bring this with me? or is it, like… too flashy?” she asks the camera like it’s a trusted friend, raising a brow.

cut to her pulling out four pairs of platform sandals in various pastel shades and one pair of classic chanel ballet flats.

“okay, I’m gonna rotate through these,” she says, lining them up neatly like soldiers. “they go with literally everything I packed, trust me.”

she continues holding pieces up to the camera tiny tops, sparkly accessories, a whole lineup of mini perfumes chatting casually before spinning around to her speaker.

“wait. we need music.”

she hits play, and “piece of me ” by britney spears starts blasting as she lip syncs dramatically, hairbrush in hand, tossing clothes into the suitcase between twirls.

suddenly, soft little footsteps echo in the background. the door creaks open and shiro, chaewon’s fluffy white dog, trots into frame like he owns the place.

“oh my god, shiro?” yn gasps, pausing mid pack as the dog runs straight over to her, tail wagging.

she sits on her floor and scoops him up into her lap, laughing. “are you gonna help me pack? ”

shiro just stays in her lap as yn presses a kiss to the top of his head.

yn adjusts the camera one last time as she zips up the suitcase halfway, still sitting cross legged on the floor with shiro curled up in her lap.

“okay guys, I’m gonna call some of my friends in la now,” she says with a cheeky smile, picking up her phone. “you may or may not see me on their youtube channels soon…”

she leans in slightly, glancing left and right with mock secrecy. “who knows?” she shrugs. “but anyways—”

she lifts a hand and gives the camera a cute little wave, “talk soon, love youuu.

just as she reaches to end the clip, her bedroom door creaks open again.

“shiro—” chaewon’s voice comes from the hallway, only for her to pause when she sees the dog sitting comfortably in yn’s lap. she blinks.

“oh.”

chaewon just stands there for a beat, “okay.”

she turns around and silently walks back out, gently closing the door behind her.

⋆˙⟡ vlog end ⋆˙⟡

[femmesport]

Almost Something - Chapter One

warning: none an: AHHH here it is - please please please have grace i know this isn't all that good and unedited so also ignore that wc: 3.9k

Paige sat on the bus with her head leaned against the window and music floating around her. Her teammates were joking around buzzing with tired adrenaline after a particularly gratifying win. Across the aisle, Azzi Fudd laughed loudly at something an underclassman had whispered to her. It was the type of full body laugh that caused her to scrunch her face, close her eyes, and lean back.

This tiny moment should’ve been nothing. One of the hundreds of throw away moments that have been collected since they first played together. Instead, Azzi’s laugh found her way into Paige’s mind and settled like the most comforting blanket that wrapped around Paige too tightly. The weight of this insignificant moment caught in Paige’s throat and threatened to spill into the shift that Paige had come to notice.

Azzi and Paige were not just teammates. They were not just friends. Well, on paper they were. But Paige felt the weight of what they were settling its roots deep into her bones. This shift had been happening for a long time between shared hotel beds at away games, the lingering touches during hand shakes, and the way their gazes found each other when things got too loud.

Paige looked a moment longer. In that moment she tried searing the happiness she saw on Azzi into her mind. She wanted this version of Azzi to live forever. The version that laughed loosely and seemed relaxed without worrying about those around her. 

She sighed as she felt the bus coming to a stop outside their hotel. The rest of the team was quick to hurry back to their rooms as the adrenaline started to bleed into exhaustion. The team unloaded and just as quickly filed into the elevators back to their rooms they had for one more night. 

As the team dispersed to their respective rooms, Paige’s feet slowed down. She stopped at the edge of the door and allowed herself a moment before entering into the thick air that always seemed to be present when she shared a space with Azzi. 

Before she could stand outside the door too long, she opened up the door and went through the motions of getting ready for bed. She had felt exhaustion in every muscle in her body and let it be known as she lay on her bed with a groan.

“You okay?” Azzi asks softly from her spot on the bed nearest the window. Paige doesn’t even look at Azzi, but lets her gentle tone and undeniable warmth fill her body from across the room.

“‘M just sleepy” Paige mutters as she finds her way under the covers. It is silent for a moment, but just a moment.

Paige hears Azzi shuffling between the beds and finding her way to Paige’s. It is almost instinctual the way Paige shifts slightly to allow room for Azzi to join her under the covers of the bed. Azzi lays down and presses her body up against Paige’s. Paige wraps her arms around Azzi and pulls her tightly into her chest. Azzi melts into the embrace and tangles their legs while wrapping her arms around Paige’s middle.

“You played really well tonight” Azzi whispers into Paige’s chest and Paige squeezes gently in return.

“One player is only as good as the rest of her team” Paige responds gently leaning her chin onto the top of Azzi’s head.

“We are just so lucky to have you,” Azzi slowly offers, “I am so lucky to have you.” Azzi whispers out the last part but Paige hears it. She hears it and lets it settle into the night around them.

“Goodnight, Azzi” is all Paige whispers while wrapping her arms tighter around Azzi and letting the exhaustion take over.

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Waking up wrapped in the soft embrace of a woman who you feel so strongly about should be a good thing, right? For Paige it was one of her more difficult moments. Waking up together had happened before. But this time was worse. Paige and Azzi would find themselves in each other’s arms under the shield of night time exhaustion. Usually Azzi would be gone about her day by the time Paige woke up.

Today, though, Paige woke up and found Azzi still asleep with her arms wrapped tightly around Paige’s middle. Her cheek was pressed onto Paige’s chest like it was the only thing that made sense with small huffs of breath meeting Paige’s arm. Their legs had become so tangled that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

Azzi looked truly and honestly peaceful. She wasn’t carrying herself with the expectations of being perfect that she does during the day. All the parts of her that were poised and put together seemed relaxed and calm.

Paige couldn’t stop herself from softly brushing a curl out of Azzi’s face. Instead of flinching or ignoring the sensation, Azzi buried herself further in Paige’s chest with a sigh. 

“Azzi,” Paige said softly once she couldn’t ignore the sounds of her teammates growing outside in the hallway. Azzi huffed and tried hiding her face even more. Paige smiled at the girl tangled up with her and brushed her fingers up and down Azzi’s arm.

“Come on,” she whispers with a smile, not stopping from brushing her hand up and down Azzi’s arm, “they’ve given us a lot of grace, but we probably have five more minutes before KK decides texting is working and tries to break down the door.” 

“‘M too comfy. They can drag me out” Azzi puts and Paige laughs gently. Paige gives her just a moment before detangling their bodies.

Azzi stays still in the bed a few moments longer as Paige goes about the motions of getting ready and gathering their things. As soon as Paige has finished in the bathroom Azzi is in, following through while Paige settles on the chair in the corner of the room.

Paige is scrolling through her phone and responding to messages when Azzi steps out. It is unfair how she can make anything seem like runway material. Athletic shorts and an oversized UCONN hoodie might be a new low for ruining Paige. 

“You ready?” Paige asks while pocketing her phone. Azzi just hums before walking towards Paige. 

She stops when she is standing between Paige’s legs. She leans forward slightly and adjusts the collar on Paige’s quarter zip. Their faces are too close for comfort and Azzi only looks up and smiles at Paige whose face has gone tight without warning.

“And now you are” Azzi smiles before patting at Paige’s shoulders and stepping back.

Paige lets out a deep breath, smiles, and thanks her best friend in return. Paige tries to keep it a normal friendly smile, but she was sure that her eyes were giving her away. They always did.

Azzi, seeming to not notice, grabbed her bookbag and suitcase heading to the door with Paige following. They step into the hall and see a few of their teammates taking their things and heading towards the elevator. Paige’s eyes never trail too far from Azzi. She didn’t even mean to, but she always had her eyes on Azzi.

“I am not sure how she hasn’t felt you burning holes into the back of her head, but you need to chill with the staring” KK whispers from beside her and Paige looks in her direction not even bothering to deny staring.

“It wasn’t that bad, just a few moments” Paige responds and KK clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes at Paige clearly knowing that was not the case.

The elevator doors open and Azzi turns around to grab the room keys that Paige was holding onto. She was in charge of returning them to the training staff. Paige handed them over and then ignored the desire to wait for Azzi. She instead followed the rest of the group to the bus. KK seemed ready to pick up the conversation.

“I am really not trying to be rude, but what is actually going on” KK huffs out as she adds her suitcase to the pile of others that were being put under the bus. Paige follows and then joins her friend as they end up in line to the bus.

“I’m good,” Paige said, but she was blinking too fast and looking anywhere but KK’s eyes. “I’m always good.”

“Girl, I know you are not trying to lie to me right now” KK retorts as they climb onto the bus and claim their typical seats towards the back.

“I’m not lying, we really are fine” Paige groans out wanting this conversation to be done with.

“Okay, you guys might be, but you are clearly not” KK points out and Paige doesn’t have a response to that one, so she lets the comment sit around them.

“Paige, I am really not trying to meddle. It’s not my business. What is my business though is one of my girls struggling. I just want to help” KK whispers the last part and then decides that her piece was out and she should give Paige space. She moves up a few spots and Paige almost thinks she will get the row to herself.

The silence lasts for only a few moments before Azzi is on the bus and notices the open seat next to Paige. She smiles before claiming the spot and nudging Paige with her shoulder.

“Should I be scared that you are capable of scaring off multiple seat mates?” Azzi jokes and Paige just looks at her a moment in return before smiling.

“That depends, should I be scared that you have been booted from your seat” Paige jokes in return and Azzi just laughs before turning to face her body forward and leaning her head on Paige’s shoulder.

Paige’s breath caught lightly and before she could really think about what she was doing, she was leaning her shoulder down to offer more space for Azzi to really settle in and get comfortable. She didn’t move. She couldn’t. She worried that if she did, she would shatter this moment. She lifted her head slightly and made eye contact with KK who just sighed before turning around.

The entirety of the bus ride back to Storrs from Syracuse Paige didn’t move. She didn’t reach into her bag to get out her headphones. She didn’t grab her computer or books to do her homework. She settled into the seat and found some highlight reels on her phone as well as game analysis articles of their most recent game.

At one point she considered taking a nap, but she knew she had a tendency to move in her sleep and was worried about jostling Azzi. So, for the entire five-hour bus ride, Paige settled into place and let Azzi get the rest she so clearly needed.

Azzi began to stir beside her, still curled against Paige's side. Her head remained on Paige’s shoulder, her body warm and heavy like a blanket Paige didn’t want to take off. For five hours, Paige had barely moved. She didn’t want to wake her. She didn’t want to lose this.

Azzi's fingers twitched as she scrolled through her phone. Then, without lifting her head, “So... I think I might have a date this weekend.” 

The words were soft. Careless. Excited. And they shattered Paige. Her stomach dropped so fast it stole her breath. She blinked once. Then again.

No.

“Really?” Paige heard herself say, voice tight. She cleared her throat. “That’s awesome.”

Azzi finally looked up at her, eyes bright. “Tyler. He’s in my econ class. I guess we’ve been flirting a little. He’s cute, you wanna to see a picture?”

Paige wanted to say no. She wanted to shake her head, pull away, bury her face in Azzi’s hoodie and pretend this wasn’t happening. But instead she smiled. Or tried to.

“Sure,” she said. Her voice was brittle glass.

Azzi turned her screen. A guy — generic, forgettable. Blonde hair, too confident smile, and eyes that didn’t know Azzi at all. Paige hated him instantly.

“Wow,” Paige said. She didn’t hear her own voice. “I’m so happy for you.”

Azzi beamed. “Thanks, P.”

Paige couldn’t look at her. She wrapped her arms around Azzi in a sudden hug, hiding her face in Azzi’s hair before her expression betrayed her. Azzi laughed, thinking it was just Paige being sentimental.

“I’m so happy for you,” Paige whispered again. But this time her voice cracked.

Azzi didn’t notice.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Paige sat on the couch in her dorm, phone in hand, thumb aimlessly scrolling. She wasn’t reading. She wasn’t seeing. Her body was still, but her mind? Her mind was back on the bus. Back to Azzi’s smile, back to the way she said “date” like it was no big deal.

Paige had replayed it too many times already. So... I think I might have a date this weekend. The words echoed in her skull like a taunt. She hated how they hit her. Hated how she couldn’t just be happy.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the couch.

“God,” she muttered.

The image of Tyler in all his boring glory floated into her brain again. She groaned. That guy? That guy was the one Azzi picked to date? Not that it mattered. It wasn’t about Tyler. It was about Azzi smiling up at someone else. Letting someone else in. Sharing the parts of her that used to be just for Paige.

Paige’s chest ached in a way that felt ridiculous, even to her. She was being pathetic. They were friends. That’s it. That’s all it had ever officially been. But no matter how many times she told herself that, her heart didn’t get the message. It still wanted her.

It wanted the girl who fell asleep in her arms, who whispered into her chest like it was the safest place in the world. It wanted the look Azzi gave her across crowded rooms, the quiet comfort, the heat in the silence between them.

Paige clenched her jaw and tossed her phone to the far end of the couch like it had personally betrayed her. She curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees, and let the silence press in. It was heavy. And familiar.

You’re just her best friend.

That truth hit harder than it should.

“Alright, let’s go out” Amari breaks through her spiral as she sits down by Paige on the couch and pats her leg.

“I’m not feeling it” Paige mumbles and picks at a frayed piece of her sweats.

“Yeah, that really isn’t an option. You have been ignoring everyone and moping, we just want you to get your mind off of whatever has you so worked up” Amari explains growing gentler by the end.

“Did KK put you up to this?” Paige mumbles after a moment of silence. Amari just laughs and shoves her shoulder.

“No, anyone with eyes can see your true feelings and how much this is eating you alive. No one is down with the self-deprication” Amari smirks and Paige just playfully glares.

“You have twenty minutes to get ready before I drag you out in whatever clothes you are in” Amari stands up and heads to the kitchen.

Paige went to her room and got around. She threw on a white cropped tank with a cream colored set of cargo pants and an undone short sleeve button up. She threw her hair up in a slicked back bun and put on some chapstick. With a quick look in the mirror, she was grabbing her phone and heading out to the living room.

Amari was standing there with a smirk along with Caroline and Aubrey. Paige just shakes her head with a smile. The group exits the dorm without pause and an Uber is waiting for your group.

The ride to the bar was mostly filled with off-key singing and laughter. Paige felt her mood lifting and was actually looking forward to the evening. By the time they got to Ted’s, Paige was even singing along to some song she barely knew the name of let alone most of the words.

The girls got out of the Uber and hurried in to order drinks. The unspoken rule was that the last person to the bar rail would order the drinks. Unfortunately, tonight that person was Paige. She handed her card over to the bartender to start a tab for her friends who would most certainly take advantage of the tab.

When she finally had their drinks, she walked over to a small table off to the corner that her teammates tended to settle in. She handed out drinks to the girls who had begun getting Snapchat stories of their off-key singing. Paige smiles out at her friends.

“Alright, real talk, what is going on?” Caroline stared at Paige, “I know it is supposed to be a fun night, but how can I have fun if my people are not taken care of?” Amari and Aubrey also shift their focus to Paige who stares down at her drink moving the straw around quietly.

“I wish I could say there was something, but there really isn’t” Paige shrugs not meeting the eyes of her friends.

“There must be something. You have been moping and walking around with enough angst to rival Lana Del Rey” Caroline points out.

“Look, if you are scared to tell us something is or was going on with Azzi, we won’t judge” Amari offers and that does make Paige look up.

“Nothing has gone on with her. We are friends. I can think or feel whatever I want, but at the end of the day we are friends” Paige states before pausing, “plus, she has a date this weekend.” Paige takes a long drink with a wince. She feels her friends gazing at her sympathetically which is not what she wanted.

“I’m so sorry, Paige” Caroline softens and reaches out to rub her thumb across Paige’s hand.

“Man, that blows. I am so sorry” Aubrey offers in her direction and Amari just has a sympathetic look that makes Paige’s skin crawl.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Paige lightly pulls her hand back, “we’re friends. Friends are happy when their friends are going on dates and getting some.”

Paige winces at the way her voice cracks at the end and Amari merely snorts.

“Alright, new rules for tonight!” Caroline announces, “We are getting fucked up and not talking about anything related to any of our other teammates” she holds up her drinks and everyone clinks their glasses together.

Paige smiles at her friends. She was immensely grateful for their support and willingness to get her mind off of things she couldn’t quite put into words. 

After settling into their table for much longer than she would’ve liked, Amari pulled her friends over to the middle of the floor where college students were starting to fill in. The music has gotten louder since they arrived and they could feel the bass beneath their feet. 

Bodies were pressed up against each other and careless thoughts were thrown around by voices both too quiet and too loud to be heard. The environment was nauseating, overstimulating, and exactly what Paige needed. Paige didn’t even mind the constant pressure on her body as people bumped into her and her friends.

At some point, she noticed her friends starting to get fidgety. Thinking it was time for another round, Paige leans in to announce that she is getting drinks and Aubrey quickly reaches out to grab her wrist.

“Paige, we’re good” Amari quickly gets out and Paige shrugs it off with a smile. She turns around and her heart catches in her throat.

Across the room she saw Azzi with her arms around that guy's neck and his on her waist. She was smiling up at him and Paige was ready to be sick. Her heart dropped and she turned back around to her friend group with her face dropped. Her body had turned away quickly like the sight had burned her.

“P,” Caroline reaches out and Paige just forces a smile and shrugs slightly rolling her shoulders.

“No, no. I am good,” Paige smiles, “for real. I’m good. I am just going to go grab our drinks and I’ll be back.”

Paige turns away before anyone else can say anything. As she walks away she swears she hears her heart in her ears and feels her eyes glossing over. She felt like such an awful friend being upset. With a few deep breaths, she walks to the bar and orders another round.

The bar crowd blurred as she moved, one hand on the counter, the other clutching her phone like a lifeline. Someone slid up beside her, a girl with too much perfume and the wrong smile. Paige didn’t even blink.

“P!” Paige freezes recognizing that voice anywhere. She gives herself only a second before turning around to see Azzi with a smile so bright it only burnt what Paige was already feeling.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Paige says through a forced smile.

“Tyler wanted to go out and celebrate the win we had, so we decided to meet up even before our date” Azzi excitedly explains, pointing over her shoulder and stepping forward, “he is really nice, I think you’ll like him!”

Paige takes a step back which presses the bar railing into her back. She wanted to smile. To mean it. But all she could do was nod and hope her voice didn’t betray her.

Azzi invades Paige’s space and hugs her once before waving and running back to Tyler who had a grin so big on his face you would’ve thought he won the lottery. Paige wanted to punch him. Azzi was so much better than any lottery and she deserved the whole world delivered on a silver platter.

“Here you go” the bartender slides four glasses in her direction and quickly rushes off to other college students.

Unknowingly, Caroline had joined Paige and grabbed two drinks that were sitting out in front of her. Paige didn’t say anything, just nodded in her friends’ direction and turned away heading back through the crowd.

“Hey guys, I closed my tab and I think I am going to head out” Paige mumbles as she sets the drinks down on their table.

“Come on, P. We’re really worried” Caroline offers as she settles back with the group.

“I’m good. Just tired and not really feeling it” Paige gets out and the lump is back in her throat threatening to spill over and into that dangerous territory where her feelings are real and she has to acknowledge them.

Caroline just sighs but Aubrey nods understanding that she needed space. She reminded Paige to give them a call if she needed anything and then reluctantly let Paige leave.

Paige stepped out of the bar and let the cold chill of silence settle deep into her bones. Her dorm was a twenty minute walk from the bar, but she figured there was no better time to sort through her head and breathe without the weight of curious eyes.

She had left her heart on the dance floor with her best friend. Best friend. The title stung as she thought it. The words stabbed further into her chest creating a devastation so deep. Her eyes were heavy with unshed tears as she saw her best friend’s face again in her mind, her smile up at that guy.

The line between friendship had always been a fleeting narrow thing. Now, Paige realized, the line had completely dissolved.

an: alright here is the unedited beast that i cannot look at any more without wanting to be sick ahhh. i wanted to have a better first chapter, but i literally had no time to write or revisit this. it is painfully short, but i promise you will get more in the upcoming chapters!!

Please repost, like, and leave your feedback! Thank you!!! <33

-- tea ★’*•.¸♡

[sereia4skz]

Hey Yaya!! I wanted to ask for some fluffy smut with a cat hybrid gn reader if it's okay, who's also kind of more dominant than Minho in bed (kinda need some more subby minho). Sorry if requests are closed, feel free to ignore this!! /gen

oneshot | mornings in bed

pairing: minho x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: cat hyrbid!reader, soft dom reader, dry humping, cumming in clothes

word count: 1093

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

Minho stirs under the soft blanket, hair a sleepy mess against the pillow, one arm thrown lazily over your waist. He's been like this all morning, clingy, quiet, needy in the way only he gets when he's not quite awake but not quite ready to let go of you either.

Your tail flicks against his thigh beneath the sheets, and you purr softly just to tease him. His eyes flutter open at the sound.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.

You hum innocently, brushing your nose against the soft shell of his ear. “Doing what?”

He groans, burying his face into your neck. “Purring at me like that. It’s unfair.”

“Is it?” You gently scratch your claws down his back, and he melts. “I think someone’s just sensitive today.”

Minho shivers, his body pressing closer. “You make me feel so… warm.”

You chuckle, but it’s fond, not mocking. “That’s because I like taking care of you.”

Your words make his ears burn, and you feel the way his breath catches. He doesn’t say anything, but his hips roll forward just slightly, so subtle, but you notice. 

“Minho,” you murmur, one hand trailing up to tangle in his hair, nails scratching right where you know he likes it. “Are you getting needy on me already?”

He nods before he even thinks to answer. It’s so sweet. So obedient. Your owner is so soft sometimes. You shift your position, slowly pressing him onto his back and straddling his hips, watching the way his eyes go wide and hazy all at once. His hands find your thighs like instinct.

“You’re so pretty when you’re like this,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “All soft and pliant.”

“Only for you,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut when you start kissing along his neck, your fangs grazing ever so gently over his skin. “Always for you.”

His hands tremble just slightly when you guide them above his head, pinning his wrists to the pillow with one hand. The other moves down to slip beneath the waistband of his boxers, where he’s already hard, already leaking, just from a few words and some lazy touches.

You chuckle against his throat. “What a mess. We haven’t even started.”

He whines, not loudly, but just enough to make you want to ruin him slowly and sweetly.

“Should I make you beg, baby?” you tease, nipping his ear. “Or have you been good enough to get what you want right away?”

Minho bites his lip. “Please…”

You hum approvingly. “Good boy.”

Your hand moves slow and warm over his chest, your claws grazing lightly down his skin until he shudders, hips twitching beneath you. His wrists remain where you left them, pressed against the pillow, obedient, trusting.

“You always get like this when I’m on top of you,” you purr, lips brushing his cheek, his jaw, the soft spot just below his ear. “Like your body forgets who’s supposed to be in control.”

He gasps when you rock your hips down against his, the friction sending a jolt through both of you. Your soft cotton sleepwear rubs against the thin fabric of his boxers, and it’s so easy to feel how hard he already is.

Minho bucks up just slightly, whimpering, and his voice comes out small. “I can’t help it…”

“I know you can’t,” you coo, kissing the corner of his mouth again, your tongue flicking briefly against his lower lip. “You’re so easy to rile up. One little purr and you’re already dripping.”

His ears are flushed red now, so red it’s impossible not to smile as you start grinding down again, slow and deliberate, your movements just enough to keep the friction sharp and teasing.

He moans, high and breathless, arching under you, hips chasing yours almost desperately. “Please, please, more…”

“You’re already getting it, baby,” you say, voice syrupy as your tail sways behind you, low and playful. “Be patient.”

But you’re not too cruel, you shift your hips just slightly, catching the perfect angle where your core presses hard against his bulge. The sensation shoots straight through both of you, enough to make you bite down a moan and him choke on a whine.

Minho’s legs spread wider beneath you, instinctively trying to give you more space, more contact. His boxers are already sticking damply to him, his cock straining beneath the fabric.

“You’re making such a mess,” you murmur, dragging your hips down again, harder this time. Your voice is low and warm, brushing his mouth as you rock. “You gonna cum just from this?”

He nods frantically, eyes wet and glossy. “I c-can’t stop it, it feels so good-”

“You don’t need to stop,” you whisper, grabbing his jaw gently to tilt his head up, forcing him to look at you. “I want you to cum like this. Just from me grinding on you.”

He whimpers, his face crumbling like he’s almost embarrassed, and it only makes your stomach twist in heat.

You grind down harder, faster now, the thin layers between you both already soaked, every movement slick and warm and perfect. You can feel the way he’s trembling, straining to hold back but unable to.

Minho cries out when your hands slip under his shirt, nails trailing up his sides while you press your forehead to his.

“Cum for me, Minho,” you whisper, voice right against his lips. “Be a good boy and make a mess.”

His body jerks under you, thighs tensing, hips stuttering as he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, high, breathy, and full of surrender. You can feel the warmth of it spreading beneath you, his boxers soaked through as he whimpers, clinging to you now, trembling from the force of it.

The feel of him cumming, the look on his flushed face, the desperate little gasps, it’s too much.

You grind down once, twice more before your own climax crashes through you, your claws digging into his shoulders, a soft growl rolling out of your throat as your body tenses and quivers above him.

For a moment, you both just breathe, panting, tangled, still grinding softly through the aftershocks. 

Then, Minho lets out a tiny, broken sigh and buries his face into your neck again. “You’re unreal,” he mumbles. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You giggle, tail flicking against his thigh again as you curl around him. “You’d die happy, though.”

He grumbles against your skin. “So happy.”

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[galindaarduennaa]

Galinda blushed and looked at Elphie in surprise when she admitted she made her mind go blank. Elphaba was always thinking, always so thoughtful, that it was hard for her to imagine her not having any of those thoughts. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, smiling at her. “This might have to be my strategy if I’m trying to win an argument.” She looked back at Elphie, feeling so unbelievably happy in the moment.

“Do you want to stay like this for a while? Or should we get ready for bed and read the book you brought from the book place?” She was extremely comfortable as they were, but she also knew that at some point they’d have to get ready for sleeping. “I think this was a very good evening and use of our time after studying,” she said, grinning at her. “I vote we use our time like this more often.”

A New Week

Galinda slowly opened her eyes to the light of the new morning. She looked across the room at Elphie, who was still in bed. She knew that she needed to get up and start getting ready because they had classes that day, but she was content to look over at Elphie for a few minutes. She had never thought she could feel happiness like this, like how Elphie made her feel. The way she felt snuggling with her, kissing her, it was all incredible. She smiled to herself, letting herself look for a few moments longer before getting out of bed. She turned and made her bed before heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

While in the bathroom, she kept smiling to herself thinking about Elphie and their two perfect dates. As she applied her skincare, she kept replaying all the moments of their dates in her mind. She thought about snuggling with Elphie and just being with her, how much she had enjoyed the kissing, and just how happy she had felt with her company. She couldn’t help the giant grin on her face. How had she gotten so lucky? Once she had finished the first part of her morning routine, she went back in their room to start picking her outfit. She would come back and change before PE so she could pick a different dress then, but she needed something for their morning study session and history. She started sorting through her clothes, trying to decide on her first outfit.

[pheastinyworld]

winning gold ❀•°•───────•

request: what do gabe and his gf do to celebrate after world juniors 😘

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none i think, get's the TINIEST bit suggestive at the end?

author's note: "em, thank you for the photo to the right + helping phe with writing details" we again say to @perre4ult . also, nonnie, im so sorry but it took a kinda different turn in terms of "celebrating" cause i really didn't want to repeat the new years piece, there's more fluff at the start to make up for it.

| phe's main masterlist |

you had just gone out to grab something to eat with liliane, wanting to give gabe space to have his pre-game nap. letting the time get away, you realized it was time to get back and get ready for the game. the game. the final against finland. 

you were about to head over to ryan’s girlfriend’s room, having plans to get ready with her and some of the other girls, but you remembered that you had left your makeup bag in gabe’s room. he had insisted on keeping it with his luggage because you couldn’t fit it in your suitcase. but you had forgotten to take it back before leaving, despite mentally reminding yourself several times. 

standing outside the hotel room, feeling guilty and wondering if you should just ask to borrow somebody else’s makeup products, you dug out the spare key gabe had given you from your bag. 

sighing, you unlocked the door and pushed your way in, trying to be as quiet as possible. gabe was sharing a room with both ryan and james, so you knew that making any noise would not only disturb your boyfriend but two of gabe’s teammates. and you definitely did not want them playing poorly because of you. 

you had to hold your hand over your mouth just not to laugh when your eyes were met with the three boston college linemates, all of their beds pushed together, mouths open, faces buried into their pillows. 

after you quickly pulled out your phone to snap a silent picture of them, you moved swiftly to one of gabe’s duffle bags, which, just your luck, had to be right at the edge of his bed. you made light steps towards the bag and kneeled down.

the zip made a loud noise when you pulled it and you scrunched up your face, peeking up to cheek if they were all still asleep. to your relief, all three of them were cold out. once you finally found your makeup bag after searching through stacks of gabe’s clothes, you closed the zipper again. 

you quickly peered back up to get one last look at your boyfriend before you’d see him on the ice, but your heart absolutely drops. you're met with his smile facing you, eyes wide open, grinning when you slap your hand over your mouth, surprised at how close he suddenly was and definitely not expecting him to be awake.

“fuck, gabe, you scared the shit out of me.” your hand moved down to your chest as if you were gripping at your racing heart, trying to calm it down.

gabe chuckled, pulling his hand out from under the comforter to brush some of the hair out of your face. you shuffled closer to the edge of the bed on your knees. he’d obviously moved there while you were busy searching for your stuff.

“sorry.” he whispered, taking a look behind him to see his teammates still fast asleep and turning back to look at you. 

you tilted your face to the side until it lined up with his, which was still resting on the pillow, his cheeks warm and rosy from sleep, his scruffed-up hair making him look even more boyish than usual. you felt like your heart was slowing, easing its fast paced beating just at the sight of him; his face full of love that made you feel all giddy inside. 

“had to get my stuff, sorry for interrupting your cuddling sesh.” you whispered, trying not to laugh and wake the other two boys up.

“don’t get jealous on me baby, you know you’re my favorite cuddle buddy.” gabe replied, his voice low to stay quiet, and raspy from sleep.

you rolled your eyes before running your finger against his cheek and his eyes gently shut in response. you leaned down to place a fleeting kiss onto his lips. “good luck today. i’ll be so proud of you whatever happens, just so you know,” you mumbled against him before pulling away. 

gabe smiled softly, a low hum escaping his throat as his eyes fluttered open, then slowly blinked shut again. you loved when you caught him like this. that sort of of sleepy state where his voice ran deep and he blinked slowly in that kind of lazy, content way that made it clear he was already slipping back toward sleep.

you heard him whisper a “thank you,” eyes already shut. you placed another kiss onto his cheek before getting up again, tip-toeing your way out of the hotel room and shutting the door as lightly as possible. 

after getting ready and hanging out with some of the girls, you all made your way to the lobby where you met up with gabe’s family before heading to the arena. 

from the moment you stepped inside, the energy was electric. before the game had even started, the noise was louder than you had ever heard for a hockey game. the chants, the excitement and fire temper that people omitted during a gold medal game. 

looking around, your stomach twisted slightly. you loved going to all of gabe’s hockey games, but you seriously hated how nervous you would get. being at a stadium with so much weight on one game was a type of anxiety that you both loved and hated. 

you spotted signs mocking ryan’s nose; ryan’s girlfriend scowled, her nose scrunching up as you rolled your eyes. some fans had drawn cartoons of him, making him look ridiculous, and people were yelling things like “let’s go finland, let’s go!” louder than you thought was possible. you knew how fierce the usa-canada rivalry is; you had seen it first hand when usa versed canada. you realized fast that almost no one was on team usa’s side, apart from the handful of fans who crossed the border. 

by the time the first period started, the stadium was filled with boos. the whole arena felt stacked against them, and you begin to tug on your scarf. the game was back and forth, every second felt like your heart was being pulled in opposite directions; at moments it was dropping and at others it was pounding excitedly. finland got the first goal in, but james scrambled to get the puck into the goal minutes later.

second period and two goals for both teams. you were literally sweating through your jersey. 

“oh darling, you look like you’re going to pass out.” gabe’s mom rubbed your back, chuckling at you but you could tell she was keeping her own nerves at bay, probably used to the stress. “do you want some water? i brought spares.”

you still couldn't believe how welcoming gabe’s entire family was to you. you would have totally understood if they were closed off and sceptical; a hockey family wanting to protect their youngest boy. but they were instantly so nice, even laughing at you when you asked if they would rather you sit with some other girlfriends and not in the family section with them. 

“yes please, thank you.” you responded politely.

when overtime hit, you thought you might actually pass out from nerves. zeev had a chance off gabe’s pass, for half a second you thought it was over, the gold was theirs, but no goal happened. 

“they're playing well. he's doing good.” gabe’s dad said to no one in particular, more to himself than enyone.

and then it happened.

about ten minutes into overtime, ryan got the puck on his stick. you barely remember breathing. it was all a blur: the quick pass to teddy, the breakaway, the way the puck slammed into the back of the net. 

“OH MY GOD!” you remember liliane screamed in your ear all hugh pitched, grasping at your arm when everyone bounced onto their feet. 

the noise was deafening, usa fans screaming, the boys were leaping over the boards, gloves flying, helmets tossed. you were hugging anyone in sight, family members who were just as overwhelmed and giddy as you.

when the medals came out, you couldn’t stop smiling that the tops of your cheeks were aching. after ryan ran to the team with the trophy, gabe managed to get a hold of it first and skated around, holding it up proudly.  

there he was; your boy, sweaty, hair damp, smiling wide and with a gold medal shining around his neck.

“i told you already, i can see your eyeballs forming into gabe shaped eyes, its worse than before.” liliane giggled at you, swatting your arm playfully with her spare hand, the other holding up her phone to record her baby brother.

you all knew that leaving the arena was going to be something else; you were decked out head-to-toe in red, white, and blue. there was sure to be angry finnish and canadian fans filling the halls, so family members slowly made their way out. you would be waiting even longer than after most games for sure, so there was no rush.

you took an uber back with gabe’s family to meet up with everyone in the hotel lobby, waiting excitedly for the team to arrive. his mom kept checking for gabe's updates on how close the team bus was and his dad and brothers were quickly getting drinks from the bar, already preparing to celebrate. 

absolutely exhausted from the sheer excitement and energy, you and liliane sat on the carpeted floor, leaning against each other as you both shared videos you had just captured. 

but the second the boys walked in? the whole place erupted. clapping, cheering, people whistling and yelling their names. it was absolute chaos as the boys shouted and cheered, jumping up and down with the lingering adrenaline. both you and liliane jumped to your feet, laughing as everyone cheered. 

you spotted gabe right away, still wearing his jersey, medal swinging on his chest, and that goofy grin that made your heart melt every time. all the boys rushed toward their families and gabe was engulfed by a warm hug from his parents once he made his way over, his siblings giving him bear hugs each. you barely had time to react before he was in front of you, pulling you into him, his arms tight around your waist.

you leaned back just enough to smirk at him. “your neck is all sticky. did they dump champagne on you or something?”

he laughed, the sound warm and a little tired, his cheeks still pink. you seriously loved how his cheeks went pink at absolutely anything; actually you were a bit jealous he had a natural blush and you didn't. “maybe a little,” he said leaning in like he was about to nuzzle you anyway.

you’re boyfriend had just won gold; he was grinning like a kid, breathless and gripping your sides just to ground the giddy feeling that hadn't left his chest since lifting up the trophy. 

you just smiled back at him and wiped at the damp spot on his neck with your sleeve. “do you know how proud i am of you?”

gabe grinned, leaning down to peck your cheek before whispering into your ear, “yeah, but it couldn’t hurt to show me later.” now your cheeks were flushing red and gabe chuckled, kissing your other cheek before continuing, “we can slip away later.”

[ladymarvel27]

Red alert | Carlos Sainz

Carlos Sainz x Reader

Description: You're on your period.

Word Count: 752

Warnings: Make out, periods? (Idk if that's a warning)

f1 masterlist

He had a smile plastered on his face. He was going to see her, his girlfriend, his favourite woman. He opened the door to see her lying in the couch.

“Hey babe!!!” He exclaimed loudly, rushing to her, “I am back!”

“Hey,” she spoke. He immediately catches something is wrong.

“Amor? What happened?” He wraps arms around her. “Omg, your period started right?!” He asks, glancing at the calendar. She nods slowly.

“Which day?”

“Second.”

“Oh,” he nods, looking at her with pity in his eyes. He knows how overwhelming the second day can be. Then an idea popped up in his mind. He picks up his keys.

“Where?” She asks.

“I am coming,” he picks up his phone and leaves. Nearly half an hour later he returns, holding two bags, one full of candies, snacks, sweets chocolate and, pads. He places them on the table in front of her. She slowly smiles looking at them.

“This one’s my favourite,” she says picking up a chocolate.

His lips curl up seeing her smile, “I am going to shower, enjoys your sweets, okay?” He was about to leave when he turns, “Should I run you a bath after showering?”

“Yeah,” she nods, “that would be great.”

Some minutes later he comes out, just in boxers and a towel on his shoulder. “You can bath, go amor.” She smiles and gets up.

After a good bath and dressing up in comfy clothes, she comes out to find Carlos cooking in the kitchen, just in his boxers. His back muscles looked great as always. She approaches him from behind, wrapping arms around his waist, burying her head into his back.

“What are you making?” She asks, breathing the scent of the food cooking, “Smells delicious.”

“Your favourite pasta mi vida,” he replies.

“Thanks Carlos,” she softly spoke, “For everything.”

“There is no need to thank me amor. I was just doing boyfriend duties,” he turns around to face her. She blushes, burying her face into his chest.

“Amor, hey!” He wraps arms around her.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better,” she replies pulling away. She presses a small kiss on his cheek, making a small crimson spread on his cheek, “Dinner is ready, honey,” he spoke, scooping her up in his arms.

“Carlitos! Hey! Put me down!” She exclaimed, fighting to get off his hold, which made him giggle. She was the sweetest. He takes her to table and put her down on the chair.

“Sit there, princess, I am going to dress up and bring the dinner.” She pouts and relaxes against the chair.

Her eyes brightened up seeing Carlos bring her favourite pasta served hot in two plates.   She picks up and starts eating. Seeing her, he also sits down to do the same. Suddenly, he hears her sniffling.

He immediately drops his fork into his plate, “Hey! Hey! Amor! Princess? What happened?” She was happy and this sadness out of nowhere?

“I was craving this so so so much yesterday, Carlos, but I didn’t know how to make it,” He sits down hearing her, “Thank you Carlos.”

“Aww mi amor. You scared me there,” he gently caresses her shoulder then continues eating, “You’re welcome. I hope you’re enjoying it.” She’s just overwhelmed, he thought. She smiles and continues eating.

After dinner, he cleans up and goes to bedroom to find her setting up another layer of sheet on the bed. “Oh, mi amor,” he hugs her from behind, “I hope you are not cramping, are you?”

She sighs deeply. He gets the answer, immediately taking off his shirt. He stacks up pillows and lies against them. “Amor, come here, let’s cuddle,” he opens his arms.  She sits down on his lap. He wraps his arms around her waist. Their lips connect. She breaths out as he moves his lips down to her neck and then collarbones. After few minutes of intense make out, they breath heavily. She gives him a tired smile and places her palm on his chest, stabilizing herself. He pulls her closer connecting their temples, catching their breaths.

“That was…amazing,” she says, pulling away, her voice tired. He smiles gently at her. She yawns, “We should sleep.” He could clearly see the tiredness in her eyes. He pulls her closer and lays down on the bed, arms around her.

“Good night,” he presses a kiss on her eyes only to see she has already fallen asleep. She must be really tired. He chuckles to himself and closes his eyes.

Taglist: @itsjustvs4 @ice-man-goes-bwoah

Seperators credits: @saradika-graphics

[yungbludz]

Bad News

SUMMARY: being Jannik’s sister also meant getting along well with one of his friends which is an annoying aspect to your life that Carlos had not anticipated…

warnings: smut

“Game, Set and Match Draper,”

The day of the dreaded semifinal. You couldn’t sleep next to your brother. When you showed up to his room unannounced you didn’t have a believable lie to tell him so you opted for the truth. He was taken aback a little because it was a decision made out of the blue for him. You stated you didn’t want to discuss it and he let you be. But when you moved restlessly in bed you really wished you had someone to talk to.

You had clicked on Jack’s number a couple of times, debating if texting him at 2 am the night before a big match was a good idea. You eventually talked yourself out of it. Knowing Jack he would have told you to come over but even if you did disturb his sleeping, what were you going to tell him? That you broke up with Carlos? And when he would ask why? Then what? No, it wasn’t a good decision.

The following morning you slept in. Jannik had pulled out the tournament two days ago but decided to prolong his stay to watch the semifinal. You woke up to a couple of texts from him telling you he was having breakfast and then about three messages from Jack.

From: Jack

I couldn’t sleep last night. I guess I missed our chat

From: Jack

But I’ll see you later, right?

From: Jack

I know you’ll cheer for Carlos but you’ll celebrate later with me ;)

You groaned in your pillow as you felt your insides twist. What the fuck was going on? You were confused. Amidst all these confusing feelings, you decided to get up and get ready for the day. You dreaded the semifinal match because it meant watching the two men who had been giving you a headache for the past month fight it out. Jack still didn’t know you and Carlos weren’t together anymore but it wouldn’t have taken him too long to find out.

The match was going to be held around two in the afternoon. Therefore you spent the morning prepping yourself for the inevitable. You knew Carlos was the favored player, he had won this twice before and he had confessed multiple times he liked playing here. But Jack was the underdog. Even if he shouldn’t have been because he was bringing a high level of tennis on court and you knew Carlos had already struggled before against him. Of course you wanted your boyfriend— well, ex boyfriend to win this again but you also cared for Jack and you knew this would matter a lot to him.

When the clock hit the set time, you found yourself looking for your seat in Carlos’ box. Despite the break up, you didn’t want to draw any attention by not showing up. You sat behind the team, to the side. The stadium was packed with fans. Most of them seemed to be rooting for Carlos but you could people call Jack’s name out too. You could feel your throat close up as they began to warm up and you knew right away this would be a tough match. Carlos spotted you first. He smiled and winked at you before focusing back on his game. Then Jack shot you a glance. He didn’t show any particular emotion— he wasn’t much of a shower on court— and then looked away. You sighed.

May the best win…

“Game, set and match Draper!”

That was… unexpected. To say the least. You didn’t doubt Jack’s ability to play well but you were surprised by Carlos. He hadn’t played at his usual level. You watched as they shook hands at the net and then Carlos quickly packed his bag before walking off court. Were you supposed to follow him? Or should you have let him be? You weren’t his girlfriend anymore but you still felt very much connected to him.

You opted to leave him be. After what you had said the night before, what was the point of following him? You were most likely the last person he wanted to see in that moment and rightfully so. Therefore, you stayed put and walked out when Jack was over with his speech. You tried to find your brother amidst the crowd of people who worked for the tournament and other players’ teams.

“Came to congratulate me?” You recognized the voice immediately. You turned around and spotted a drenched in sweat Jack Draper. He was just about to go cool down because he was still holding his bags.

“Busted. Congrats,” you grinned.

“Thanks. Where’s Jannik? I thought I had seen him out there,” he asked taking a look around. You had no idea.

“I was looking for him too,” you replied and tried to spot a tall redhead in the swarm of people running around the halls. You were a little afraid to see Carlos. Last thing you wanted was for him to see you and Jack talk.

“Never mind. I’ll see him later. Will you stay here for the final? Or will you have to leave with your boyfriend tomorrow?” He asked pushing his hair back. You gulped at the word boyfriend. If only he knew…

“No, I think I’ll stay with Jannik. His best friend is kinda playing the final,” you joked and he chuckled. He brought his right hand to scratch his neck. Some of his fingers were taped up and you could tell he was growing out a little bit of beard.

“I’m just your brother’s best friend now?” He asked with a smirk. Here we go.

“You’re an acquaintance of mine too,” you teased and he shook his head amused. You didn’t want to waste any more of his time since he probably had places to be but Jack didn’t seem to be too concerned. He kept chatting with you about nothing. As if he didn’t have interviews to attend and as if his team wasn’t waiting for him in the cooldown room.

“Damn, we are still acquaintances? And I wanted to take you out after the final,”

Oh?

Jack saw the look of confusion and panic on your face and immediately added:

“You and Jannik of course. Sorry, it came out wrong,” you could see his cheeks grow redder by the second and you chuckled embarrassed.

“Of course. But you have a final to win first, no?” You teased him and he nodded, silently agreeing with you. This little conversation of yours came to an end when one of his team found him chatting instead of cooling down and he had to eventually leave.

You sighed as if you had been holding your breath for the entire conversation. It felt weird to be talking to him after last night. You still hadn’t told Jack about your situation with Carlos because you feared what that would mean for your relationship. Would things change if Jack knew? Would your situation dissolve now that it wasn’t forbidden anymore?

As you pulled out your phone to finally call your brother and find out where he had gone, you noticed a few unread messages from Carlos.

From: Carlitos

Gracias para haber venido al partido

No te voy a molestar más porque respeto tu decisión

Espero verte temprano x

Fuck my life. You thought to yourself as you locked your phone and headed out to go back to the hotel and drown your sorrows in room service.

What the fuck am I doing?

Day of the final.

Draper vs Rune.

Jannik had convinced you to come sit with him in Jack’s box. You didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself by sitting in another man’s box but at the same time you didn’t have much of an option. It was either this or watching on tv and as much as you didn’t want rumors to start circulating, you also wanted to show Jack your support. It was a major title he was going to play for and he needed you. He had made that very obvious.

You had replied to Carlos’ texts but he kept his word and didn’t initiate any conversation. You were glad. Not because you didn’t want to hear from him but because if you had decided to try this new path, him being in the back of your mind every single moment of your day wasn’t the ideal solution. You missed him. Of course you did. It was weird waking up to Jannik rather than Carlos. Although you loved your brother, you missed your boyfriend.

“Rune is a tough guy but I think Jack has good chances of winning,” Jannik said before the match began. You nodded in agreement and sat back, ready to watch the show.

6-2, 6-2.

Court 1 exploded with a loud roaring applause from the audience. Jack let go of his racket and raised his fists to the sky and smiled. He had done it. He had won it.

You raised to your feet clapping your hands so quickly and loudly they started to itch and hurt but you didn’t care. To think he wanted to pull out of the tournament just a few days ago and now he was standing there as its new champion. The ceremony went by in a heartbeat. Holger congratulated him on his win and then Jack went ahead to thank his team and family for the support. You could see the joy in his eyes, the excitement, the pride. You could see how much it meant to him.

The rest of the afternoon unfolded chaotically. You didn’t get to see Jack until he was released from the journalists and the photographers. He dragged his trophy around as if it was his newborn and he could not stop smiling every time he glanced at it.

By the time he was free, it was around dinner time. You only got to congratulate him quickly before you all went to change into something more fancy. Jack had insisted you and Jannik came to the party. It was his way of showing he appreciated your support.

“Looking good, Draper,” Jannik teased him once you all met out in the hall. He was wearing a white button up and black jeans. You didn’t reminisce ever seeing him put on anything different from a Nike sweater and its sweats. His hair had grown a little from when he had arrived here in California and so had his beard. It wasn’t too long, just a stubble.

Yes, he did look good.

“Y/N,” Jack acknowledged your presence. You smiled and stepped closer. He didn’t even try to hide the obvious staring when he took in what you were wearing: a black skirt with a red blouse and some heels. Nothing extravagant but definitely different from what he had usually seen you wearing.

“Easy there. She’s still my sister,” Jannik slapped the back of his head and urged him to go outside where the rest of the team was waiting. You felt a sudden rush of blood to your cheeks. You walked behind them trying to look normal.

“Here’s the champion!” His coach cheered and you could see Jack smile embarrassed. The ride to the restaurant was one of the most awkward ones. You were in a uber with a bunch of people you did not know. Jack introduced you both to his family but you still felt like a stranger. When you arrived to the place you found a group of guys right outside the entrance.

“Jack Draper, the man, the champion!”

“No way!” It turned out the group of random men was just Jack’s friends from home. Great. You watched as he hugged all of them. They seemed like normal guys but you still did not love to be surrounded by an all men group.

You stuck by Jannik’s side until you were seated and found out you were right across from him and between two of Jack’s friends. You were beginning to question your decision to come here. Maybe what you and Jack wanted was just a little bubble that was meant to burst.

“Hello, my name is—“

“Get up,” before one of his friends could finish his introduction, you heard Jack speak up. He tapped on the man’s shoulder and motioned for him to move.

“For once you have a cute friend and I can’t even shoot my shot,” you heard the friend complain under his breath as he stood up. Jack chuckled and took his seat next to you.

“Sorry. They mixed the seating up,” Jack explained. You frowned and questioned the sincerity of his words but you were glad to have a familiar face next to you. You knew Jack was going to have a busy night with all the guests but at least he was there with you.

“It’s alright. Your friend seemed… friendly,” you tried to be polite and Jack noticed.

“Yeah, I know he’s… He likes to hit on pretty girls. I’m sorry,” he apologized blushing silently.

“You think I’m pretty?” You teased him. Thankfully Jannik wasn’t paying much attention to you because he would have definitely side eyed the two of you. Jack chuckled embarrassed scratched the back of his head.

“I thought I had made it very clear,” he stated glancing at you. His eyes looked even clearer than usual. They were hazel. Just like Carlos’. Oh for fucksake… Soon enough his attention was stolen by one of his friends who stood up to do a toast.

What was that silly and inappropriate thought you had just had? Thinking of Carlos and comparing them. Embarrassing.

You let one of the waiters pour you a generous glass of wine. If you had to get through this night, you had to do it at least tipsy. The first courses came after a few minutes. Jack stood up a few times to go around and talk to guests. Jannik was engrossed in a conversation with Jack’s cousin— at least you thought, you couldn’t quite remember what kind of relativity there was. Seeing your brother in action right in front of you was definitely something you hadn’t expected.

“Is this your girl, Jack? Oh she’s pretty!” You almost choked on your wine as you turned your head around. A woman in her fifties was approaching you with Jack. You could see Jack’s already flushed cheeks turn even redder.

“No, auntie, she’s a friend,” Jack immediately explained. His aunt nodded but the knowing smirk didn’t leave her lips. Nonetheless you introduced yourself to be polite.

“Y/N, beautiful name. Well, I’ll leave you guys be,” she winked at you and headed back to her seat. Jack sunk in his seat and grabbed his glass of wine. You could tell he was tense and embarrassed.

“You’re way too tense for a champ,” you tried to ease the tension. He grinned and chugged down his glass of wine.

“What about you? Are you enjoying the evening so far? I hope Carlos didn’t mind that you came here,” it downed on you in that exact moment that he had no idea what had happened.

“Well, Carlos and I aren’t together anymore,” you dropped the bomb. Jack took a moment to fully understand your words but when he did the look on his face was indescribable.

“What?”

“Yeah,”

“Sorry, sorry… I just— I didn’t expect it. How are you?” He asked immediately after. You debated whether or not you should have told him what really went down. What would have been his reaction?

“I’m okay. He didn’t really appreciate our friendship… I broke things off because I…” you stopped yourself mid sentence because you weren’t sure how to phrase it. Because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you? Would it be too crude? Definitely but alcohol was slowly getting to your head. An embarrassed giggle left your lips and Jack furrowed his brows.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” He asked confused.

“No, you are fine,” you replied and crossed your legs. Doing so the hem of your dress rode up your thigh and exposed more skin. The little move didn’t go unnoticed by Jack who readily and delicately pulled it back down.

“Sorry, I just—“ he apologized when he realized how inappropriate it was to touch you without your permission but you rested your hand on top of his before he could take it off. The Brit looked at you attempting to decipher your move.

“You can touch me, you know?” You teased him. He shook his head and bit his bottom lip trying to hide a smile.

“I wouldn’t want to take advantage of your situation,” he replied. For a moment you both forgot where you were and just how many people were around you and the fact that they could see you.

“I want you to take advantage of me,”

Bomb dropped.

You could see Jack’s Adam apple bob up and down as he registered your bold words. Wow. Did you really just say that?

You stared at each other for a few seconds. Your eyes spoke louder than your mouths could ever. There was so much left unsaid and not enough time to say it all. Jack’s hand was still on your thigh but this time you took yours off it to test him. He didn’t budge. He kept it there, his fingers squeezed it gently and you could already feel yourself grow aroused.

“What’s wrong with you two? You looked like you have just seen a ghost,” Jannik knew how to ruin the mood. You cleared your throat and turned to face him although Jack didn’t take his hand off from your thigh and when you tried to cross your legs under the table to sit straight he pushed them open again. Oh.

“Nothing. I see you got to know my cousin Jenna well,” the Brit distracted your brother from the fact that you were eye fucking each other. You sipped on your water while you listened to the two of them talk about his cousin. But your attention was actually on something else: his hand. His fingers caressed your inner thigh and you knew you were playing a dangerous game. But you hadn’t felt this alive in a while so you were down to play along.

“You think I can be her type?” Jannik asked Jack. You almost laughed at him but pulled it together because you didn’t want to be rude. You watched as Jack answered your brother while you grabbed his hand from beneath the table and inched it closer to where you wanted him, to where you had wanted him to be for a while now. Jack coughed and shot you a glance. He didn’t expect that. You smiled at him feigning innocence.

“I think Jannik can totally be her type, no Jack?” You teased him. He was a bit lost and taken aback by your action. He didn’t know what he was in for and it was endearing to see him struggle so visibly.

“Totally,” he replied gulping.

“Shh she’s coming back,” Jannik’s attention was once again on someone else. You were playing with fire but you liked the burn anyway. Once your brother started speaking to Jenna again, the British turned around but before he could even say anything you stood up.

“Gotta go to the restroom, excuse me,” you walked away. To say Jack was baffled was an understatement. He was confused, horny and surrounded by his family and friends. He watched as you disappeared around the corner then he waited a few seconds and followed you. Were you giving him a sign? Or was he thinking with his dick? He didn’t care.

You were staring into the mirror when the door opened. You smiled once you recognized him. You had him wrapped around your finger and it felt good. Jack stood behind you, waiting for your next move.

“The stalls are empty if you have to go,” you turned around and started to walk away but stopped in your tracks when you stood in front of him. He looked down at you with lustful eyes.

“I think you dropped these,” you grinned as you stuffed your panties in his front pocket and proceeded to walk away when suddenly you were stopped in your tracks by his hand around your wrist. Bingo.

“You think you can tease me like that out there, give me these and letting me know you’re not wearing anything under this dress and expect me to be fine? Y/N, I have tried to be a gentleman but you test every fucking limit of mine,” he muttered. You didn’t turn around but you could feel by the warmth radiating off his body that he was close. He was behind you.

“I never asked you to be a gentleman,” you replied sassily. It was his last straw. Jack spun you around and erased the distance between you and the door to lock it.

“I wanted to wait. I wanted it to be special but you are asking for it,” the raspiness in his voice had you losing your mind. You exchanged a quick look before his lips finally smashed against yours. The kiss represented your relationship: forbidden, needy, illicit and crude. Jack chased your lips like a starving man. His hand on your neck, gently tilting your head back and the other one on your hip. While you held onto his shoulders and threaded your fingers through his locks. You tugged at his hair instinctively, earning a low growl from him that vibrated against your lips. His mouth moved over yours with a desperate rhythm—impatient, rough, but full of something heavier than lust. Like he’d been thinking about this moment far longer than he’d ever admit.

Your back met the cold surface of the wall behind you, the chill barely registering against the heat between your bodies. Jack pressed in closer, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. One of his hands tightened the grip around your neck, fingertips brushing over your skin in a way that made you gasp softly into his mouth.

“You drive me insane,” he murmured, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes, his breath hot against your lips. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

His thumb caressed your jaw as he spoke, the other hand tightening its grip on your waist. You didn’t have to answer—your kiss, your touch, the tremble in your voice when you whispered his name—it said enough. Too much, maybe.

“I can feel it,” you teased nodding towards the bulge in his pants. He chuckled lowly but this time he didn’t blush embarrassed.

“And what are you going to do about it?” He flirted back. You simply tilted your head to the side and grinned at him before switching positions so that he was the one against the door. Then you fell to your knees. You could see it in his eyes he hadn’t seen this coming. Your fingers quickly unbuckled his belt— maybe even too rapidly, too eagerly. He watched your every move attentively.

When you pulled down his pants, you were instantly met with the bulge in his white boxers. You looked up at him, batted your eyelashes as your lips ghosted over him. Jack gulped and clenched his jaw.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N,” he asked— no, begged you. And who were you to deny the champion a proper celebration? Your fingers slowly rolled down his boxers as well. He was hard, big and leaking. Just the perfect dessert after two full courses. Jack bit his bottom lip and cursed under his breath when you wrapped your hand around him.

“Fuck,” he grunted when you traced the big pulsing vein on the side of his cock with your tongue. If he was dreaming, he didn’t want to be woken up. You were there, on your knees, ready to suck him off as if it was all you ever wanted to. And he had to refrain himself from coming undone in seconds.

“Shit,” he cursed again when your lips wrapped around his tip. You were teasing but he couldn’t bring himself to call you out. It felt good. Too good. You sucked on the tip, watching as his legs trembled and he tilted his head back against the door. You smiled to yourself and took more of him in your mouth. He cursed every other seconds, a few praises rolling off his tongue.

“Oh good fuck,” he groaned when his tip reached the back of your throat. From there on you started to bob your head, sometimes gagging when it was too much but never stopping. His hand soon found its spot on your head, guiding you but never pushing you down.

“Y/N… Fuck, slow down or I’m gonna— fuck,” he could barely look at you without feeling like he was going to cum right there. You looked gorgeous with his cock stuffed in your mouth. A vision he wanted to burn into his eyelids.

“Fuck, fuck,” he kept cursing while you jerked what couldn’t fit in your mouth. He was close. You could tell by how his cock twitched in your mouth. So you slowed down. You wanted to savor this. He sighed and watched as you continued to jerk him off.

“Going to cum, Jack? Tell me, how bad do you want to cum?” You were being mean and he loved it. He nodded, his brows furrowed as he begged you with his eyes.

“Please,”

“Please what?” You needed words.

“Please let me cum,” he begged breathlessly. He could feel he was teetering over the edge and he couldn’t take much more of this teasing. You bit your lip and left a quick kiss to his tip before taking him back into your warm mouth. He didn’t last long indeed.

All you needed was to hollow your cheeks, sink your nails in his naked thighs and gagged a little and he was coming undone down your throat. You tried to swallow it all but it was a lot so it ended up dribbling down your lips and chin.

“Fucking hell,” Jack was spent. He was ready to die for his sins. You had just sucked the life out of him and he could die happily. You stood up and pulled his boxers back on. A silly giggle left your lips when he sighed and shook his head in disbelief.

“I think I just died,” he stated with a chuckle. You grabbed his chin and tilted his head forward so that he would look at you in the eye. He was spent yet so ready to comply with whatever you needed him to do.

Your thumb brushed gently across his bottom lip. “You’re still here,” you whispered, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Barely.”

His gaze softened, half-lidded but locked on yours. “If this is the afterlife, I’m not complaining.”

You chuckled, leaning in just enough for your breath to ghost over his skin. “Don’t go getting dramatic on me now.”

“I’m at your mercy,” he murmured, letting his hands rest on your hips as if grounding himself.

“Good,” you said, tilting your head. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

His breath hitched, anticipation flickering behind his tired eyes. You could feel the tension coil again—soft, electric. You weren’t done with him just yet.

[theyanderespecialist]

Jason's Villain (Headcanons) Jason Todd X Gender Neutral Villain Reader (DC)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is for Men's Mental Health Month. By the way, Happy Men's Mental Health Month! This one is with Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, because this boy has trauma. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter here, muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: Your mental health is important, and regardless of your gender, you should seek help for your mental health! You are worth it! 

Disclaimer: Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, is Not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you, and Happy Men's Mental Health Month!)  

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Joson Todd Aka Red Hood X Gender Neutral Villain Reader From The DC Universe- 

.Jason clearly has issues with Villains, from what happened to him with the Joker, and of course, being Red Hood.

.He fell in love with you while fighting you as a villain and antihero. He had taken off your mask and saw how stunning you were. 

.It knocked him off his feet, and he had to know who you were, and so he would use the bat computer to look you up, and once he got your name, that is when he started to get deeper into his yandere obsession. 

.He would get every bit of information off of you, even your juvenile record that was sealed. 

.He learns more about you and who you are! He wanted, no, needed to know everything he could about you! 

.He was obsessed with learning everything about you, not just your history as a Villain but also how you took your coffee or tea, yoru favorite snacks and candy, how you do your laundry, what side of the bed you sleep on, and everything from the moemtn you wake up to the moment you go to sleep. 

.He wants to be able to make your life as easy as possible, as he wants you to give up life as a villain and settle down with him. 

.He is very obsessed with you, and each time he ends up fighting you, he tries and get you to quit being a villain and to be his. 

.He wants to be the person that you need, so you do not have to be a villain; he wants to be the man that you can settle down with and quit being a villain for. 

.He becomes consumed as a man and a yandere to try and become the man that you need, so you can quit being a villain. 

.He is a determined yandere that has his eye on the prize and would do whatever it took to rip the life of being a villain out of your hands. 

.He will get to the point where he cannot make you quit being a villain, then he will find a way to force you to stop being a villain, but more on that in a bit. 

.With rivals, he is ruthless with them, because he is willing to kill some Villains, and that means he is more than willing to kill almost all rivals. 

.If his rivals are villains then they are as good as dead, if his rivals are normal citizens he is just going to scare the piss out of them, but if they cross the line and become a villain then he is going to kill them. 

.He is a no-nonsense yandere, and he will make the rivals that are normal citizens still fear if they get too close to you, and what if they still do not back off....? Well I said he would not kill them, I did not say that he would not break their bones, or beat the crap out of them. Like I said, he is a ruthless yandere. 

.When he finally fully does confess to you, he is telling you how you can leave the life of a villain behind and start a new life where you can be a normal person and his partner. 

.He is putting his heart on his sleeve and all his love for you out there. He is ready to be with you completely. 

.If you accept his love, he will take off his hood and kiss you, ready to start that life with you and have you as his. 

.But if you tell him no, and that you would rather die than give up being a villain, and that you will never love him. This is where he will take those other methods, forcing you to stop being a villain. 

.He is going to shoot you in your kneecaps, easily taking away your ability to run away from the law and, more importantly, him. 

.He will then knock you out and, of course, stop the bleeding. He will then take you to a cabin where you do not know where you are, but you are far away from Gotham City and your goons. 

.He does not stop there, though; he ties you down and blindfolds you, making you dependent on him for everything. 

.He has complete control over everything, and there is no way he is going to let you off easy. 

.He had to break you so you would never want to be a villain again, and that is what he does. 

.He breaks you so you will never want to be a villain again and all that you will want his him, your loving husband. 

.He might have taken a small page from Joker's playbook, not one to damage you fully, but it sure as hell was inspired by what he went through. 

.In the end, he would have done everything to make you his, even blurring the lines of what is right and what is wrong. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[pink-nightmare-lab]

✨🦇General!Lilia Vanrouge one-shot🦇✨

Summary: reader is a diurnal* fae and is curious about the nocturnal fae so she goes to their territory to satisfy her curiosity

*Diurnal: basically the opposite of nocturnal, in other words, most active during the day

Other info: reader is female and a faerie🦋

Side note: might turn this into a fully fledged fanfiction with multiple chapters, also, I don't know the word count but it's long

Also, everything is purely made up, I took some inspo from the Tinkerbell movies and used my own imagination, so yeah, nothing canon here but HOLY MOLY, it took me so long to finish this

You live in a beautiful village surrounded by big trees where fae of all kinds flutter by or walk, going on about their day while the warm sun shines through the trees and illuminating the village in a golden glow, flowers blooming in every corner and magic flowing through the cores of the trees protecting the village.

You were a diurnal fae, to be exact, a butterfly faerie, wings as soft as silk and delicate like the wings of the small butterflies fluttering by, there was nothing better than to fly around and feel the breeze caress your skin like a gentle kiss.

It was widely known that faeries have conflicts with humans for centuries now but even amongst faerie kind, conflicts exist too, for one, nocturnal and diurnal faerie don't seem to get along too well and usually stay out of each other's skin just to avoid unpleasantries.

Yet no matter how often the others warned you and told you all sorts of stories, you always wanted to see the nocturnal fae up close out of sheer curiosity, after all, what if they aren't as bad as everyone says they are?

It's dawn when you slowly arise from your slumber, stretching and letting your wings flutter before getting out of bed, the village slowly coming to life to proceed with their daily tasks.

Today or rather tonight will be different, tonight you're venturing outside the territory of the diurnal faeries and into the lands of the nocturnal fae, yearning to learn more about them since books don't cover much about them.

You put on a beautiful floral dress and your hair up so it won't bother you for today's flower caretaking amongst other butterfly faeries in the nearby meadow.

You flutter towards your closet and grab a dark brown cloak and stuff it into a bag for later, after all, nobody should see it's you and with those big wings of yours that resemble those of a monarch butterfly, they'd stick out like a sore thumb, especially in the dark forest of the nocturnal fae territory, big bright orange wings would certainly be an unusual sight over there.

Once you're ready, you flutter towards the meadow, some already there and tending to the moon flowers, preparing them for an upcoming festival, pollinating them with a special pollen and making sure no illness befell at least one of them.

While you scatter the pollen on the flowers, you carefully observe the guards, ever so often hiding beneath the big flowers to take a better glimpse at them, listening in and trying to memorise their patrolling pattern, technically, it wasn't forbidden to leave the village at night but when your reasoning is to visit the nocturnal fae and try to become friendly, well, that's another story.

When it finally becomes evening, it's time to get ready, you put on a cloak and wait around a certain area around one of the exits for guards to walk past and go towards another area to patrol.

It's your cue to leave and you quickly do so, not the fastest by foot but it worked, you only hope that nobody saw you else you'd be in trouble and then the mayor would be upset and then the ministers when they heard one of their subjects decided to dare to go to the nocturnal faeries.

You take off the cloak once you're a good bit away from the village, you decide to flutter towards the edge of the forest for the rest of this small trip till you reach the edge of the forest, staring into the other side, it looks much darker and dangerous yet it's no time to go back now after planning for so long for this adventure of yours.

From what you've heard, nocturnal faeries are rather "scary" looking, sharp fangs, horns, scales and just overall roughness, that they're pretty mean although that's debatable since you've met plenty of mean diurnal faeries in your life but oh well, those were just rumours, you don't know what exactly to expect but at least it's one step closer to get friendly with them.

Aside from curiosity, you had another reason for this trip...

A while back, you overheard guards whispering amongst themselves, the trees surrounding the village are growing weaker and need a special kind of pollen to restore their strength but their problem was that the remedy lied within the territory of the nocturnal faeries and they're oh so stubborn to ask for help in that regard, instead, they tasked scholars to find an alternative solution.

If those trees die, everything around them does as well, your village is highly dependent on that but most importantly, the moon flowers on the meadow are of highest concern but what makes them special is that they have healing properties and that they bloom the strongest on the third full moon during the festival, without it, aiding the injured would take longer and finding a healer might end up being too late.

To you, the answer was obvious, to negotiate with the nocturnal faeries, asking for help and offering something in return, it couldn't be that bad... but then again, you've never met an actual nocturnal fae.

As night grows closer, you put on the cloak, trying to blend in, the forest seems so much darker compared to the ones in your territory, the tree leafs rustle in the wind and the owls sing their songs, it's hard to see without a light but if you lit up a light it could alarm the wrong type of creatures, so instead, you depend on the moonlight to guide you.

After walking for an hour, you spot a distant light emitted from a campfire but then you also heard... screeching and growling? you're not sure if you're hearing dangerous creatures or actual nocturnal faeries after all but nonetheless, it's an opportunity to see them up close.

You lower yourself and walk along the bushes to try to get closer till you're close enough to peek through the bushes and see what you've found.

Your eyes widen at the sight, real nocturnal faeries! But from the looks of it, soldiers.

Their masks are put aside and they're resting and talking, you hold in a gasp at the sight, such sharp fangs, piercing eyes with a slit shaped pupils, longer pointy ears and as you've heard, some indeed have scales and horns, the rumours about them looking more rough and predatory certainly wasn't a lie and yet... there was something ethereal about them.

To your confirmation, that growling and screeching is indeed just them talking, such an odd yet curious language, you thought.

You decide to stay hidden and keep observing, clearly, it's very important! You were just about to take out your journal but then you remember just how good of a hearing they have so perhaps alarming them wouldn't be so smart, writing can wait but... if their hearing is that good, what if they already are aware of your presence? No, that can't be, else they would've already noticed by now.

You have a clear goal in mind, observe, plan and negotiate (hopefully), after all, finding the remedy yourself and just taking it would be thievery, so you can't do that, you'd be punished and you aren't exactly fond of that.

You spot a fae much smaller and slimmer than the rest, his skin was a beautiful shade of pale, he had sharp fangs like the rest but his red piercing eyes truly captured your interest, his long hair flowing in the gentle night breeze.

Judging from the way the others interact with him, he seems to be someone highly important but it was difficult to really tell if they'd listen to reason were you to actually approach them, you could make nothing of their screeching.

They truly sounded and looked so different from the faeries you're surrounded by all the time yet you couldn't help but look at them in awe, you want to know more about them and get to know their lives and everything else.

Now stuck in a dilemma, you're sure that approaching them head on wouldn't be the smartest idea, they'd probably just shoo you back to your home but you somehow need to at least befriend one of them.

After some more observing, you internally sigh, it's no use to keep watching them so you slowly back away and try to get away without getting noticed.

Once you successfully get away, you continue to walk deeper into the woods in hopes of spotting the sister tree of the ones surrounding your village but that advantage is cut short very quickly.

One step and suddenly a rope snatches your ankle and pulls you up, dangling you upside down.

You did not expect this whatsoever and now you're stuck hanging upside down, also having made quite the noise with the amount of leaf rustling due to the trap.

Your hair is a mess, the skirt of your dress hanging down, revealing the shorts beneath them, your bag fell down alongside your cloak, letting you wings free and making you less hidden.

You curse inside, trying to figure out what to do now while you meekly tried reaching for the rope holding your leg, your wings flutter in frustration.

"first you're snooping around and now you're stuck dangling like freshly caught prey, I must say... I've never seen your kind venturing into our territory, alone nonetheless" a deep voice from behind suddenly speaks up.

You freeze, unable to look behind you but you can tell that it must be one of the soldiers you saw earlier.

"Such beautiful wings, diurnal faeries truly live up to their names, you look like a soft delicate flower, like something that doesn't belong here"

You feel a hand gently caressing your wing, you gasp and slap him with your wing, it was gentle and didn't harm him but it was enough to startle him and to tell him to stop.

After a moment of silence, he's in front of you and you're met with those piercing red eyes again that you saw earlier, he looks like he's thinking with a stern face.

"Tell me, who are you and what are you doing here?" he asks sternly, leaving no room to back away.

"I'm just here for help, I need something that can only be acquired here!" you say after composing yourself.

"and pray tell what it is you're looking for? Not often does your kind come here, nonetheless all alone like yourself, a bit naive if you ask me" he replied unimpressed.

You huff "I came here with a purpose, thank you very much..." you reply back a little sassy.

He keeps looking at you sternly, letting you know he won't help you if you don't tell your intentions first, very clearly as well.

"Okay look... my village has these special trees with magic and they're growing weaker... there's a certain type of pollen that can make it strong again but the problem is, the sister tree carrying that pollen grows here, in your forest, nowhere else and those trees are super important to us..." you explain and the sigh, talking while hanging upside sure is exhausting.

He hums and then just looks smug "I see how it is, we have a little thief here"

You gasp frustrated "I'm not stealing! I'm here to negotiate with your kind! I was hoping to talk with any of you, get friendly and well, get the pollen since the higher ups refuse too!"

He looks contemplative before responding "I truly don't know if you're naive or actually brave for coming here but let me be clear, you can't just waltz over here, expecting to simply 'talk it out' with the first faerie you see, not to mention, we aren't on friendly terms"

You look a little defeated but still keep your composure "...at least please let me down?"

He sighs and cuts the rope, making you fall down with a groan, slowly getting up and reaching for you bag and cloak.

He watches you gathering yourself and evening out the skirt of your dress and removing a few leafs from your hair before looking at him.

"Look, in case you didn't realise, we're in the middle of a war with the Silver Owls, we don't have time for something like this, we're busy protecting our lands, including yours, so you better fly back home and stay out of danger, let the higher ups handle it" he replies while looking around, listening to his surroundings.

You look frustrated but quickly keep shut once he looks at you sternly once again.

He sighs and looks less serious "I've been gone long enough from the camp, it won't be long till someone comes looking for me, you're lucky you came across me, you should better hurry back home before anything dangerous can happen, I can't protect you just because you decided to have a little adventure here, I have my duties to attend to"

You put on your cloak and bag but before you can go, the nocturnal fae calls out to you again.

"the name's Lilia Vanrouge, general Lilia Vanrouge, in case we cross paths again, little lady"

Clearly he knows just as well as you, that this won't be the last encounter.

Once you reach your home without alarming the guards, you sigh, sitting down on your bed, thinking about your encounter with Lilia, it was a rocky start but you know you'll have to come back.

Nonetheless, you start writing down on your journal, everything you found out so far, but you must admit, despite their rough and predatory features, they are quite handsome.

You smile and put the journal away, getting ready for bed for another day of planning the next move.

"You're finally back, general, was it a Silver Owl?" Baur asks once he sees Lilia return.

"No, just a lost deer, nothing to worry about" he dismisses, before heading to his tent, the feeling of your wings still lingering on his mind.

[peachhcs]

Samy and will in Boston for the Bauer combine

oo wait yeah like samy hangs out at will's house while he's off having fun playing hockey so she gets to catch up with grace and colleen and then one night ryan and julianne would drive out to see them too

lowwkkk hate the ending but hopefully u don't! this was fun to write :)

au masterlist

it was already a given that samy was going to boston will with when he got the invite back for the bauer combine. they went basically everywhere with each other this summer, so the two were on a plane to will's home city where they would reunite with his parents and sister for the week. colleen was more than happy to have them and she was also excited to catch up with the younger hughes after not seeing her in months.

"hi, come in, come in," colleen exclaimed with open arms when her son and samy stepped through the door. she hugged samy first, obviously, while the blonde playfully rolled his eyes a bit.

"hi colleen, good to see you," the brunette smiled.

"it's so good to see you too, my baby. how are you?" the older woman gushed and samy laughed when she noticed will pretending to be offended his mom didn't greet him first, "and yes, hello to my other baby. it's good to see you too."

"yeah, thanks mom," will hugged her the same.

"you two put your thinks upstairs. i'm making dinner, so it should be ready in an hour if you'll be hungry. i'm so happy you two are here," colleen exclaimed and the two caught sight of grace and bill emerging as well to say hello.

"samy!" grace cheered, hugging the young girl.

"hi gracie, missed you," samy hugged her tight too.

"damn, i feel like chopped liver over here," will mumbled which made everyone laugh.

"you're so annoying," grace teased but still hugged him anyway.

"you're annoying," the boy teased back. their sibling banter never ended no matter how old they were.

once all of the hello's were exchanged, samy and will went up to drop their things off in his room before fulling catching up downstairs. everything looked exactly how samy remembered it—plaid, blue and gray sheets with matching pillow cases, all of will's old medals and trophies from his younger years, boston college themed decals in the places the medals and posters weren't. his whole room screamed hockey kid who was a boston college legacy.

"wait, i remember this photo," she went to one of the frames on his dresser because she immediately recognized herself. her and will were probably 13 or something because they both looked wildly uncomfortable standing next to each other for the photo.

"oh, yeah. my mom made us take that and we hated it," the blonde laughed when he peered over her shoulder.

"ugh, we hated each other back then," samy giggled.

"good thing i don't hate you now," he kissed her cheek and she flushed at the affection.

"i miss being here. i kind of wish we came out here more. felt like it was only where we were," samy hummed while nostalgically looking around the room again. her and her brothers hardly came to boston ever. it was always michigan or toronto just because it was easier to travel with two kids than four.

"i know, kind of sad. i always feel like i'm 13 again when i'm in this room," will sat on the bed for a moment just taking it all in and looking at everything that got him to where he was now. samy joined him by laying her head on his shoulder.

"i'm proud of you. could you imagine if you told your little self where you were now?"

"i think little me would faint. thanks for coming down with me. i'm proud of you too," he kissed the top her head and they had a few more minutes together alone before going downstairs.

grace was in the living room while colleen and bill were in the kitchen making dinner. samy went to join the older girl while will went to pester his parents.

"how've you been?" the older blonde wondered when samy sat down beside her. she lowered the volume on the tv.

"i'm here. i'm good."

"good. i'm glad. how was the end of your semester?"

"it was okay. i did well on my finals..just..a little rough and maybe still a little rough," the soccer player admitted because she knew grace knew. she watched the older girl's expression soften like how a lot of people's did when samy told them what had been going on recently.

"yeah, jack told me a bit..it's a stupid question to ask but..has it been getting better?" grace wondered softly. samy bit her lip and tried finding the right words to explain how she'd been feeling.

it was still so hard to talk about.

"like..kind of. i guess? it's been hard. like really hard, but will's been helping. he always makes sure i'm never alone," her eyes flicked to the kitchen where she could see her boyfriend's back to them talking with his mom.

"good. i know it's really hard and i'm here for you too. has he been treating you good?" grace always asked to ask to make sure her little brother was staying in line still and not fucking things up again. samy giggled at the question.

"he's been really great. i wouldn't know what i'd do without him honestly."

the older girl's lips turned upward, "what else has been going on?"

"not a lot really. just trying to relax and enjoy myself. i have a development camp for soccer in a few weeks that i'll be up at school for, but that's kind of it. conditioning here and there for the season. bothering my brothers. the usual," the girls shared a warm laugh.

"jack told me him and luke are doing a lot better."

"yeah, they are. i think they're enjoying being able to slow down a bit and just enjoy themselves. it's nice having them at home since i don't see them a lot anymore," samy nodded.

"i told jack you all need to visit my new apartment in downtown boston. it's such a great view and the commute to work is so easy," grace grinned.

"wait, i want to. that would be so fun. i was telling will how much i miss being here. i feel like we never came to you guys and you just came to us all the time."

"i mean, yeah, but it was always easy for us to get to you, but just let me know when you'd wanna come down for a weekend and i will gladly have you," the two of them were such sisters and at this point they would be sisters. it was already a given and spending time with grace in the summer was something samy always looked forward to because that meant one more girl in the house full of boys.

meanwhile, will filled his parents in on the things they didn't already know while they asked him about what he'd be doing at the combine this week. it was simple conversation, but it felt so normal with samy sitting in the living room talking to his sister and he could still see her from where he stood in the next room.

colleen noticed the boy's gaze, "how is she?"

will's eyes snapped back to his parents, "she's good. better."

colleen wasn't the kind of mom to pry, but she knew about samy's situation. will ended up telling her one night after calling his mom to talk about it and he made her swear she would not tell ellen until samy was ready. it was a small betrayal to mrs. hughes, but colleen also knew how hard it could be to go to parents about things like that, so she promised to keep quiet.

"that's good. you've been doing okay with it?" mrs. smith eyed the blonde.

"yeah, i mean..i hate seeing her like that, but yeah. i'm okay."

"i get it. it's not easy seeing someone you love struggle like that, but as long as she has you by her side, i know she'll be okay. you two have always been stronger together than apart," her words made the hockey player blush. he looked back at samy again and this time she caught his gaze. they exchanged a tiny smile and will swore his heart melted on sight.

he would just keep dreaming of the day they'd be married and this would be a normal thing for them.

—

while will was at the complex, samy walked around boston with grace or colleen who offered to buy her lunch while they were out. it was nice getting to walk the city and occasionally wave to fans who recognized her on the street. ryan and julianne drove in, so samy spent one of the days with them and will would catch up with them once he was done for the day.

"it's so good to see you," julianne squeezed her tight before they all sat down. the brunette grinned, hugging her with the same intensity before turning to ryan because she couldn't leave him out.

the taller brunette hugged her tight, "damn, hughes. i feel like you've been everywhere."

"i kind of have. i spent may in herning and then i was back home for a bit..now i'm here. will and i will be in california again for the draft in a couple of weeks," samy explained her plans as they finally sat down.

"shit. you have been all over. i'm sure smitty's making sure you don't pay for a thing," ryan joked and the girl flushed, but he was mostly right. all it took was for will to put his card in or tap it before she could and he was basically paying for her every need.

it was sweet though and samy really appreciated it.

"how's he been? i haven't seen him in like forever. he isn't being an idiot this summer, right?" everyone knew last summer was hard on the couple and they were making sure it would not happen again.

samy giggled, "he's been good and yes, don't worry. i think he's more obsessed with me than he's ever been."

"good because if not, i will go over and slap him," julianne said seriously.

"i promise i will tell you if he starts acting up again, but it's been really good. i think we're glad we get to spend basically all of our time together this summer. it makes up for never seeing each other during the school year and season," the soccer player took a sip of her coffee. the other two smiled warmly, always glad to hear that.

"you might have to give me some pointers when he's all wrapped up in hockey this season," the blonde stuck her thumb in ryan's direction. the boy flushed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"oh come on, you guys are pros now. you've been dating as long as i've known you," samy chuckled.

the mindless conversation about college and other life updates was nice. it took samy's mind off of everything that she hadn't been able to stop thinking about and she always enjoyed julie and ryan's company. after coffee, the three of them walked around downtown for a bit to keep themselves busy until will was free again.

"dude, i can't wait to be back in mich next month. i've been counting down the days," ryan mumbled as they shuffled into a small boutique store.

"i'm really excited to see everyone in one place again. it will be really nice to catch up," samy nodded in agreement.

"you know what i like? i like how every year we seem to add someone new, but we always welcome them with such open arms. last year, it was emma. this year, it's mack and his girlfriend. i just think it's so cute and i really hope every summer we can come back to this," julianne started getting sentimental and the other two beamed.

samy and her brothers were so glad their lake house had become a place people always wanted to come back to. it was a true staple to their friend groups and that was the best part about it.

"well, quinn and jack will probably never get rid of it, so we'll have it for as long as we'll be friends," the girl hummed.

"i hope we get to bring our kids back to it and they get to experience what we did."

that would definitely be the dream. samy could picture it now. all of their kids would run around and throw each other in the lake like they did now and then maybe some of them would find themselves in the same fate as samy and will.

the conversation shifted again and the three, well mostly ryan, began talking about the draft coming up. he was excited to see where they'd place haggy and talked on about matt schaefer's career on the islanders.

it was getting closer to 6 where they'd meet will at one of the restaurants for dinner. while julie was looking at something in one of the stores, ryan pulled samy back for a moment.

"you been doing okay?" he wondered lowly and samy didn't need to ask what he was talking about. she looked at julie who was too focused on what she was looking at to hear their conversation.

it was a very select few that samy told about her eating disorder. it wasn't that she didn't trust julianne to tell her, she just didn't want everyone knowing because then that meant more pity and the younger hughes hated when people pitied her.

"yeah, i think so. i dunno," the brunette shrugged.

"i get it. it's not easy, but i'm proud of you for trying. how has therapy been?" it was the brother instinct in ryan to pry a bit and also the fact that he genuinely wanted to know how samy was doing.

"it's been helping, i think. she's nice and she lets me talk at my own pace. they have me on some medication to maybe help the thoughts. she thinks i have a bit of ocd which may explain why i get so anxious about food i eat. it's been okay. hard, but i'm getting there," samy nodded.

"good. okay is better than not okay. will's been good to you, right?"

"yeah, he has. he's been really good, actually. it helps when i eat with him for every meal, so he always makes sure to eat with me everyday," ryan would still never forget last summer when samy showed up at his house an hour away from will's a crying mess because he broke up with her.

he would probably always hold a small grudge to the blonde because of that, but he was really glad to hear that the two had been better ever since they got back together. he would do a lot more than slap will if he ever made the same mistake.

"i'm glad to hear that. i just wanted to check in. i'm here if you need anything, yeah? so is gp," samy appreciated his words and smiled.

"yeah, thank you. i appreciate you guys."

the two rejoined julie where she was deciding between one top and another and samy quickly stepped in to offer her opinion.

the three headed to the restaurant once julie bought her shirt. they were early still, but it wouldn't hurt to sit and start with some drinks. samy smiled when she saw will's texting saying how he was leaving now and would be there in 10 minutes.

"we should go on a five way date when everyone's here," julie laughed.

"at that point it'd just be us hanging out and we should just invite drew, aram, vote and fowler with us," ryan laughed too.

"okay, yeah true. we need to find them girlfriends. i still feel out numbered," the blonde said.

"hey, i'm working on them. they're not as mushy gushy as some of us are," ryan defended which made the girls laugh.

ryan and julie saw will coming in behind samy. his hair was damp from the shower he must've took on the way over and he had a backpack over his shoulders. a smile appeared on his lips when he caught sight of them. the couple smiled warmly watching as the blonde leaned down to press a kiss to samy's head before he greeted them.

"hey!" the girl giggled.

"hi, baby," will smiled, setting his stuff down so he could properly say hello to his other friends.

"good to see you, man," ryan and will did one of those bro hugs where they dapped each other up and then patted the other's back.

"you too, lean. it's been forever," will said and then went to hug julie too.

"hey, will," the girl smiled.

will quickly took his seat beside samy. he looked over at her again, silently asking if she was doing okay and then finding her leg so he could place a hand on her knee. she smiled at his affection and gave a small nod.

"what's been up with you guys?" the sharks rookie wondered once he knew samy was okay.

"honestly, not much. trying to enjoy the time off. i was just telling hughesy how excited i am for the lake house," ryan smiled.

"dude, me too. i can't wait to see everyone. it's been so long since i last saw everyone all together. we're gonna have so much fun," will cheered.

"i told samy i hope we can bring our kids back one day. like going there in the summer just becomes our thing," julie added and samy felt will squeeze her knee tighter. he looked over at again, a wide, cheesy smile on his lips.

"it will definitely become our thing."

it was so easy to fall back into easy conversation like they were never apart. ryan and will talked nonsense about hockey while samy and julie talked about girl drama from college. when dinner was finished the temperature in the city had dropped a significant amount, so will offered samy his hoodie as they walked back to his car.

"you guys wanna come back to the house? i'm sure my mom would love to see you," will chuckled, his hand securely around samy's waist.

"yeah, sure. we can stop by for a bit," ryan agreed.

the drive back to the house was uneventful and colleen happily greeted ryan and julianne in. "come in, come in. it's good to see you two," she hugged each of them, always a hugger no matter who it was.

"can we have some drinks?" will asked his mom knowing she was much more inclined to say yes in her own house.

"if none of you are driving, sure," colleen said.

"i'll only have one and i'll let it sit," ryan said and so will went to his parents stash.

the blonde let samy have at it since she was the best at mixing and creating tasty drinks. the four went outside on the back patio once they each had a drink to slowly slip on.

"here's to everyone. can't wait to see them again," ryan hummed with a happy, lazy smile. they clinked their glasses together and took the first sip at the same time. they spent the rest of the night on the patio together and ryan and julianne did end up spending the night, but mrs. smith didn't mind.

she would let any of her kids' friends stay over as long as it meant they were safe.

the rest of the week went fast. another bauer combine was done and samy and will were on their way back over to california for the draft. colleen and bill hugged the two tightly, wishing them good flights.

"get there safe. it was good seeing you two," the older woman smiled.

"thanks for having us, mom. we'll be back soon," will promised and they were going to stick to that promise. being home made the boy realize how much he missed it and he was going to try and come back a lot more frequently.

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theirs to share

a/n : jjk characters not mine. contains heavy lemons / mature scenes as the story progresses. reverse harem. femoc x nanami/geto/gojo. jjk alternate au. Wattpad Link : Theirs to Share || Story Masterlist : Jujutsu Kaisen

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FORTYSIX

Nanami’s Room – Late Evening

The door clicked shut behind them with a sense of purpose—and trespassing. Nanami sighed heavily, pinched the bridge of his nose, and stared at the two intruders now sprawled across his minimalist couch like they owned the place.

“Why is it always my room?” he muttered, setting down a mug of tea on his perfectly organized desk.

Satoru was upside down on the couch, legs thrown over the backrest, his long limbs carelessly dangling.

“Because yours has the best lighting. And the least haunted energy.”

Suguru, who was already sitting on the floor with papers spread in front of him like some evil real estate broker, grinned.

“Also because your sheets don’t smell like sugar and narcissism.”

“Excuse you,” Satoru flicked a pillow at him. “That’s custom-blend cologne, thank you very much.”

Nanami exhaled deeply and sipped his tea like he was one breath away from resigning from life.

Suguru looked up from the paper in his hands, more serious now.

“Jokes aside, maybe it’s time we actually did it. Got a place together.”

Nanami looked up, brow arching.

“You’re talking about a shared living space. With all three of us. Under one roof. Every day.”

Satoru grinned like a child offered candy.

“And her, of course.”

Nanami stared.

Suguru nodded thoughtfully.

“We’ve been floating around for a while now. Between your place, the school, hotels, and wherever Satoru decides to call a bed for the night... it’s a mess. She's juggling us in between schedules, dorms, missions—maybe we make it easier. Make it... permanent.”

Nanami leaned back against his desk and stared down into his mug, his expression unreadable.

“She did say ‘mine’ earlier,” he murmured after a long pause.

Satoru sat up properly for the first time.

“Exactly. We’re hers. All of us. So what if we made it so she always had a home to come back to? One that’s ours. Cause as much as I hate to admit it, you bastards are going to be family if this works out.”

Suguru’s voice lowered with quiet sincerity.

“Somewhere she can rest. Somewhere safe. Somewhere we’re not waiting for the next knock on the door to pull her away.”

Nanami looked between them. Their posturing had dropped. No more teasing, no fake bravado—just two men who were ready to anchor something real. And, damn it, he felt the same.

He set the mug down with a soft clink.

“Fine,” he said flatly. “But I get the master bedroom.”

“Absolutely not,” Satoru and Suguru chorused immediately.

“I do our laundry,” Nanami reasoned.

“You do it because you can’t stand the way we fold,” Suguru smirked.

“I live in fear of Satoru attempting to cook,” Nanami deadpanned.

“First of all, rude. Second of all, accurate,” Satoru chimed in with a laugh.

They all went quiet for a moment—just existing in that room that had unwillingly become their sanctuary. A silent agreement settled over them.

This was happening.

They were building a home.

Faculty Courtyard – Late Evening

The night settled like a soft blanket over the campus, and for once, the weight of the world seemed a little less crushing. Satoru strolled lazily across the courtyard, spinning his sunglasses by one arm between his fingers, his white hair tousled by the breeze. His path home shifted when he spotted a familiar silhouette beneath the courtyard lanterns.

Yaga sat alone, nursing a quiet drink, his massive frame resting on a bench like he was holding up the entire day on his shoulders. He didn’t move as Satoru approached—he never needed to. He always knew when Satoru was nearby.

“You look tired, old man,” Satoru greeted softly, a hint of affection threading through his usual playful jab.

Yaga took a long sip and grunted.

“You sound like someone who should be sleeping.”

Satoru plopped down beside him with a content sigh, eyes squinting up at the night sky.

“Couldn’t. My brain’s still spinning.”

Yaga gave him a sidelong look, reading the quiet weight under his words. Then, slowly, he asked—

“Satoru. Can I ask you something serious?”

That got Satoru’s attention. He sat up straighter, sunglasses forgotten on his collar.

“Course.”

“This thing between you, Nanami, Geto, and her… It’s real?”

The question hung there for a moment. Satoru blinked, then chuckled—not because it was funny, but because it felt good to be asked without judgment.

“Yeah. It’s real.” He glanced down at his hands, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. “It’s messy sometimes. But it’s ours. We’re thinking about getting a place. Together.”

Yaga nodded slowly, as if he’d expected as much. Then he swirled the liquid in his glass, thoughtful.

“You might not have to look too far.”

Satoru raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“There’s an old four-bedroom house inside the fortress. Near the river, just past the east perimeter. Quiet, beautiful view, solid foundation. Cliff-side. Secluded, but close enough to the school and shelter in case something happens.”

Satoru sat up straighter, interest visibly piqued.

“Why’s it just sitting there?”

“It was built for Master Tengen years ago. But he decided he wanted to live on the opposite end of the fortress. Said the flow of energy felt better there or some cryptic shit.” Yaga sipped again. “So the house was left alone. Tengen’s been thinking of selling the land—modifying the veil and wards around that area to cut it out from the fortress.”

Satoru frowned.

“Wait, but wouldn’t that create a security risk?”

“Not if you buy it,” Yaga said, giving him a knowing look. “If it’s you three—and her—Tengen won’t modify anything. He’ll leave the wards as-is. Hell, he’d probably be relieved to keep that land fortified with you living there.”

Satoru’s lips parted slowly, eyes narrowing in consideration.

“Four bedrooms… riverside… secluded…” His mind was already painting pictures. “That’s perfect.”

Yaga leaned back against the bench.

“Told you. If you want it, I can talk to him. You’d have to handle the paperwork and pay, of course, but… it’s yours if you want it.”

For a long moment, Satoru just stared ahead—quiet, contemplative.

Then he smiled.

“You know, for an old man who yells a lot and plays favorites, you’re pretty alright sometimes.”

Yaga raised his brows.

“Sometimes?”

“Mm. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

They both snorted quietly, lapsing into a silence that didn’t feel heavy or expectant—just comfortable.

Then Satoru tilted his head and grinned again.

“Think I’ll tell them in the morning. The place, the idea of… all of us under one roof… feels good.”

Yaga didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

Because deep down, he was proud. Not just of the strongest sorcerer in the world—but of the man who was finally letting himself have a home.

Nanami’s Room – Early morning, next day

Their unofficial headquarters—Nanami’s otherwise minimalist and meticulously organized room—was unusually alive this morning. A half-folded newspaper sat abandoned on the desk. Satoru was lounging sideways in a chair, legs kicked up on Nanami’s bed like he owned it. Suguru was by the window, sipping his tea with his usual graceful quiet. And Nanami… Nanami was rubbing the bridge of his nose, wondering yet again how he had lost control of his own room.

“So,” Satoru started, sunglasses nowhere in sight, revealing those clear, thoughtful eyes. “I spoke with Yaga last night.”

Suguru glanced over his shoulder. Nanami raised a brow but said nothing, waiting for the punchline.

“He told me there’s a house. A real one. Four bedrooms. Inside the fortress, but tucked near the river. It’s supposed to be for Master Tengen, but apparently, the guy wanted the other side of the fortress for ‘better energy flow’ or whatever.”

Nanami blinked.

“And?”

“And it’s just sitting there. Strong foundation, secluded, close to the school and the shelter—but private. Yaga said Tengen was thinking of selling it. But if it’s us, he’d probably hand it over without changing a single ward or curtain. Still fully protected.”

Suguru slowly set his tea down, eyes narrowing in consideration.

“That sounds like it was meant for us.”

“Exactly.” Satoru nodded, sitting upright now, expression bright with an odd blend of excitement and caution. “But I think we should keep it a secret from her for now.”

That got Nanami’s full attention.

“Why?”

“Because,” Satoru replied seriously. “She’s already adjusting to all of this.” He motioned vaguely, as if “this” encompassed their complicated, fierce love, the chaos of school, their shared living situation, and the fact that the three most emotionally complicated men in the sorcerer world were in love with her.

Suguru leaned against the wall, nodding slowly.

“He’s right. She’s strong, but she’s been through enough. A surprise like this—something so permanent—it could feel too fast.”

“Exactly.” Satoru smiled faintly. “I want her to feel safe about it. Excited. Not pressured.”

Nanami crossed his arms, thoughtful.

“So what do you propose we do?”

“We feel it out,” Suguru said smoothly. “Gauge how she reacts to the idea of ‘home’ with us. Bring it up lightly, in passing. Let her dream about it before we make it real.”

Satoru clicked his tongue and pointed at Suguru.

“See? That’s why I keep you.”

Nanami sighed, clearly torn between being annoyed and agreeing with them.

“We’re seriously considering buying a house.”

“We’re seriously considering building a future,” Suguru corrected, voice low but certain.

Satoru leaned back again, folding his hands behind his head.

“Let’s do it right.”

The room went quiet for a beat. Not heavy. Just full of something solid. Something real.

Nanami sat at the edge of his bed, arms braced on his knees, staring at his phone for a long moment.

It wasn’t hesitation. Just... caution. A familiar companion in matters like this.

He finally tapped in the number and brought the phone to his ear.

It rang once. Twice.

Then: “Nanami,” Yaga’s steady voice answered.

Nanami nodded to himself before speaking.

“Sensei. About the house Satoru mentioned…”

Yaga exhaled slowly, like he knew where this was going.

“You want it?”

“Possibly,” Nanami said. “But we need time. She doesn’t know yet. And I don’t want it on record, or circulating through the school until we’re sure she’s ready to take that step.”

There was a pause. Then a quiet chuckle on the other end.

“You’re the responsible one, as always.”

“I’d prefer to call it being considerate.”

“Fair,” Yaga admitted. “I’ll keep it between us. The property will be marked as pending internal decision. I won’t tell Master Tengen or anyone else. Take the time you need.”

Nanami leaned back slightly, letting a breath go.

“Thank you, Sensei.”

“You’re doing well, Nanami. All three of you. For what it’s worth... I think she already feels at home with you.”

Nanami’s gaze softened at that. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe. But I want her to feel safe in that, too. No pressure. No rush.”

“Then I’ll hold the house until you say otherwise. Take care.”

Nanami ended the call and stared at the quiet room around him—tidy, predictable, safe. He thought of your soft laugh, the way you curled up next to him, how you fit into his life like you’d always belonged there.

“There,” Nanami said, tucking his phone inside his suit, “All settled. Time to work gentlemen.” 

Shoko’s Room – Last Day of Utahime’s Tokyo Visit

All four of you were crammed under the sheets of Shoko’s bed, legs tangled and arms thrown over each other, the scent of lavender from her diffuser thick in the air. The room was softly lit, calm, and perfectly safe. The kind of closeness that only years of trust and friendship could bring.

Utahime laid on her stomach, chin resting on a pillow as she kicked her legs gently in the air. “I swear, I’m gonna lose it with those two—Mai and Maki. I keep thinking maybe I can get them to be at least cordial with each other. Like Mimiko and Nanako. How did you do it with the twins?”

You chuckled, cheek smushed against Mei Mei’s arm. “They imprinted on me when they were young and traumatized. I didn’t really do much except love them until they healed enough to choose peace. I think that kind of bond just... grew with them. But even if those girls are close, they fight like crazy, but I guess that’s normal.”

Shoko rolled onto her back with a lazy stretch. “First step: get Mai and Maki in the same school. Preferably without knives.”

Mei Mei snorted, brushing her bangs back. “Then try getting them to coexist without killing each other. That’s step two.”

Utahime groaned, flopping dramatically. “You guys are no help.”

“She asked,” Mei Mei replied smugly.

“I did,” Utahime muttered into the pillow, defeated.

After a few seconds of quiet breathing and soft ambient music from Shoko’s speaker, Utahime spoke again. “So... how’s the shelter going? I heard Mimiko and Nanako are running things more lately.”

You smiled, proud. “They’re amazing. They’ve got donation drives going, campaigns circulating... lots of public support now. Suguru’s name is coming up more and more—in a good way. People are seeing how much he’s doing to change the jujutsu world.”

Shoko raised a brow. “That’s the elemental princess effect.”

You blinked. “What?”

She grinned lazily. “Your effect. You soften him without dulling him. You’ve changed the way people see him, too.”

“Definitely,” Mei Mei agreed. “And Suguru puts all his money to good use. Shelter, reforms, education—yet somehow, his bank account still overflows.”

“And don’t even get me started on Nanami,” Shoko added. “That man is the definition of financially responsible. He’s loaded.”

“Satoru is on another level,” Mei Mei drawled. “Old money. Gojo Clan. He probably bathes in yen.”

Utahime huffed a little laugh. “You really do love money, Mei Mei.”

Mei Mei gave a content little hum. “I love what money can do. Especially when I’m the one spending it.”

Then Utahime grew quiet for a beat, her voice softer when she spoke again. “Can I ask something serious?”

You all turned to glance at her. “Yeah?”

“If the boys asked you to move in with them... would you?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “After last night... it probably crossed their minds.”

You stared at the ceiling, thoughtful. “Honestly? I wouldn’t mind. It’s bound to happen, right? We’re practically inseparable anyway.”

Shoko nodded from the other side of the bed. “Makes sense. The three orbit around you like planets.”

You laughed, hiding your warm cheeks behind Mei Mei’s shoulder. “Stop.”

Then, turning your attention back to Shoko, you raised a brow. “What about you, Shoko? Don’t you need a man?”

Shoko blinked. “I’m not opposed.”

“I know someone in Europe,” you offered playfully. “Sweet, grounded, a little chaotic but he’s got that smolder—”

“European guys aren’t really my thing,” Shoko interrupted flatly. “Maybe if you know an American guy. I could consider it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t—but Yuki might.”

The entire bed rumbled with laughter.

“You’re gonna set Shoko up through Yuki?” Utahime laughed, half-horrified. “That’s either genius or dangerous.”

“Both,” Mei Mei said, completely serious. “Which makes it worth it.”

Nanami’s Room – Mid-Morning, after Utahime left

It was supposed to be a productive strategy meeting.

The boys were gathered in Nanami’s room, which had unintentionally become their official base of operations—something Nanami resigned himself to with the quiet suffering of a man who knew resistance was futile. Suguru sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through some property listings on his tablet, Satoru lay sprawled on his stomach on Nanami’s low couch, and Nanami himself stood in the corner, meticulously preparing his coffee.

“So, how exactly do we test the waters with her?” Satoru asked, sunglasses pushed into his snowy hair as he rolled over dramatically. “Subtle hints? Strategic cuddling? Maybe one of us accidentally calls it home in front of her?”

Suguru didn’t even glance up. “You do that already. Every room you enter becomes your home, Satoru.”

Nanami sighed audibly.

“Okay, okay,” Satoru grinned, flopping onto his back with a groan. “Then what do you suggest, Professor Suguru? You’re the calm one. Enlighten us.”

“I suggested subtle conversation and emotional honesty.”

“Booooooring,” Satoru grinned, launching a pillow at Suguru’s face.

Suguru caught it easily—and threw it right back, smacking Satoru in the side of the head with a dull whump. “You started it.”

“Oh, it’s on, Geto.”

Chaos descended.

In the span of seconds, the two were grappling on Nanami’s carpet like bored teenagers. Satoru tried to pin Suguru with a leg sweep, Suguru retaliated with a half-hearted chokehold, and somewhere between the flailing and laughter, someone knocked over Nanami’s file tray.

Nanami, unfazed, sipped his coffee.

That was the exact scene you walked into: Suguru and Satoru mid-wrestle, panting and grinning like lunatics, and Nanami just… sipping. As if this were Tuesday.

You blinked, eyes wide. “Seriously?!”

All three men froze.

Nanami, to his credit, at least tried to look dignified. “I wasn’t involved.”

You shot him a flat look. “You didn’t stop them either.”

Suguru cleared his throat and slowly peeled himself off Satoru. “Technically, it was a brainstorming session…”

You crossed your arms, eyes narrowing. “If this is what I’ll walk into every time I turn my back, how are we supposed to live together in peace?”

Silence.

You huffed and pointed a finger at the three of them. “I mean it! If we all want this to work, you need to play nice with each other. No brawling in Nanami’s room, no random chaos in the kitchen—especially around knives—and definitely no surprise wrestling when I’m not looking!”

More silence.

Too much silence.

You looked up and suddenly realized all three men were just… staring at you. Not with guilt or shame, but with that quiet intensity that made your stomach flip. Like you’d just handed them a winning lottery ticket without even knowing it.

“What?” you asked, genuinely confused.

Satoru sat up slowly, blinking. “Say it again.”

You frowned. “Say what again?”

“That thing,” he murmured, lips curving, “about us all… living together.”

You tilted your head, oblivious. “What about it? It’s bound to happen anyway. I mean, after that incident the other night?” You shot them a look. “We traumatized Utahime. I’m not risking Mimiko and Nanako walking in next time.”

That did it.

Suguru, calm, composed Suguru, broke.

He let out a sharp laugh—pure relief—and covered his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning into your space and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

You blinked at him, brain catching up too late.

Satoru chuckled, flopping back onto the floor with a dramatic sigh of joy. “She wants to live with us. I can die happy.”

Nanami, still holding his coffee, finally allowed a small smile to curve his lips. “Well, that answers that.”

You stared at them, slowly turning pink. “…Wait. That was the test?”

“Yes,” all three replied in unison.

But then Suguru tilted his head, brushing a few stray strands from your cheek with a quiet softness. “Well. Technically… it wasn’t meant to be a test.”

Nanami, always the voice of reason, added in his steady tone, “We were trying to figure out how to bring it up with you without overwhelming you. Or making you feel trapped. Or like everything is happening too fast.”

Your brows pulled together, still half in your stern scold-mode. “Trapped? Fast?”

The weight of the words, the tenderness behind their concern, hit you somewhere deep. And yet—

You huffed, scoffing just a little as your arms crossed again. “Aren’t we all at risk of dying in every mission? There’s no such thing as slow or fast in our world.”

They stared again.

And that’s when it dawned on them. Not just how casual you’d been about this life-altering decision—but how emotionally grounded you really were.

You weren’t saying it in panic. Or with reckless abandon. You were just sure. Clear-eyed and calm at your core, even beneath all that fire and rage.

You let out a breath, shoulders relaxing a little as your tone gentled. “You’re scared for nothing,” you murmured. “I’m not some fragile little thing you need to tiptoe around. I’m not the one that breaks.”

You looked at each of them, eyes steady. “We’re the ones that break things. Remember?”

Another round of silence. But this time, it was golden.

“…So,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Are we moving in together or not?”

Nanami set his coffee down with a quiet clink. With all the solemnity in the world, he reached into his folder, pulled out a pristine empty calendar, and in his deadpan voice said, “We’ll need to map out a chore list.”

You lost it.

Your angry façade shattered like sugar glass. Laughter burst out of you, uncontained and bright, and the boys drank it in like they’d just survived something harrowing and divine at the same time.

Suguru chuckled, watching you melt. “You should expect friendly brawls from time to time. Comes with the Gojo package.”

“Regrettably,” Nanami muttered, “Gojo Satoru is part of the household.”

You laughed harder, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “Fine. But no breaking furniture.”

Satoru raised a hand like a student. “Except the bed.”

Suguru followed with a casual, “Or the table.”

Nanami, almost too softly, added under his breath, “Probably the sofa as well.”

You stared at them.

Then sighed, long-suffering, hand pressed to your forehead.

“You three should be thankful I love you.”

Silence.

This time, not stunned by your logic. Not by your strength.

But by your heart.

Three sets of eyes locked on you.

And not a single one could speak.

[toasttt11]

game two

April 22, 2025

Allison rubbed her face letting out a sigh as she woke up only a few minutes ago from her pre game nap.

It was game two today and Luke would not be playing meaning Allison would be playing in the playoffs without Jack and Luke now.

Allison swears if she gets this injury curse her three brothers seem to have this season she is gonna smack all of them.

Allison knew Luke needed surgery and would be getting surgery the second the playoffs were over for the Devils.

“You should be getting up.” Luke tossed a pillow at her gently with his good arm.

Allison caught the pillow before it could hit her as she opened her eyes sitting up, “And you shouldn’t be throwing that.” Allison gave him a look making Luke groan.

Allison got up grabbing her suit in her suit bag as she headed into the bathroom and got ready for the game.

“Ooo a new suit.” Jack’s voice came through Luke’s phone as Allison walked back in to the room and Luke had the phone angled at the bathroom door.

Allison spun around a bit, she had black trousers, black shirt with a white blazer that had black pockets, buttons and collar and white loafers.

Allison sat down on the bed next to Luke seeing Jack and Quinn’s faces on Luke’s phone, “Brothers.” Allison teased.

Jack was sitting on the couch in New Jersey and Quinn seemed to have just woke up and was drinking a coffee in hotel as he was spending a few days with some teammates a bit away from Vancouver before he heads to New Jersey.

“Goooooseeee!” Jack grinned goofily at his baby sister.

Allison talked with her brothers for as long as she could before Nico was literally knocking on the hotel door because they needed to go.

“You’re gonna be great.” Luke gave her a firm reassuring nod as he stood at the door.

Allison gave her a brother a smile and a nod back.

“And get me a goal?” Luke teased making Allison fondly roll her eyes as her brothers are always asking for points from her when they are injured.

Nico handed her an iced coffee as he clicked the button for the elevator.

“And this is why you’re my favorite.” Allison breathed out happily as she shook her first sip of the coffee.

Nico breathed out amused as they stepped into the elevator, “Me or the coffee?” Nico teased her.

Allison gave him a playful wide eyed look, “You don’t want the answer.” Allison said in mock seriousness making Nico chuckle as the elevator brought them down to the lobby.

“Don’t worry i know your answer.” Nico hummed knowingly, “I’m obviously the favorite.” Nico joked with her as they stepped off the elevator.

“Oh of course.” Allison nodded with a teasing look making Nico just smile more and let Allison climb onto the bus first and he followed her on the bus.

Allison was stolen by Seamus and Simon, she definitely has liked when this two have been called up thought it the year.

One Simon and Seamus are close to her age and two Seamus was also a rookie and Simon was just a rookie making them understood each other.

Allison got the yap session from Simon and Seamus the entire time the bus driver drove them to the Hurricane arena for game two of the playoff series.

She sighed a tiny bit in relief to get some alone time as they arrived at the locker room. She liked all of her team but sometimes it is a lot as some much of the team loves to yap. Which is why she loves wearing her headphones and stretching before games to get some alone time.

Allison started her pregame routine as always getting her lemon protein smoother and beginning her warm ups.

She chomped on her mouth guard skating a bit on the ice waiting for the game to start. Allison knew her chewing on her mouth guard was a horrible habit especially with how much she chews on it but it was routine she found very hard to break.

Allison was on a line with Timo and Nico again and skated to her spot on the ice as she waited for the game to start.

Allison was only out on her second shift of the game and it was a penalty kill with Jesper. Jesper who got a breakaway before of Allison and Jesper who took the shot and the shot got blocked and Allison quickly skated over grabbing the rebound and hitting the puck into the net.

Allison whooped smiling widely as she spun around before getting tackled into a hug after her first ever playoff goal, she got her first ever playoff goal of course it ended up being a short handed goal too.

Allison just became the youngest NHL player to ever score a shorthanded goal in the playoffs. She was even younger than Wayne Gretzky.

She also just got the first shorthanded goal out of all the playoffs series so far and the first in the Devils vs Canes series. 
Allison skated back for to bench getting immediately pulled into a hug by Nico before she even had a chance to get onto the bench.

“Good job Goose.” Nico patted her back before pulling back from the hug and cupping her face shaking her head softly as he smiled at her proudly.

Nico made it feel like she had a small piece of her brothers on the ice when she got her first playoff goal.

Allison had the only goal of the first period.

Allison was easily playing the most on the ice as the game continued, she would most likely end up with the most time on ice by the end of the night.

She was playing most of every single power player and the entirety of all the penalty kills, she was taking even longer shifts than normal.

Allison had just sat down on the bench after she was out on a shift for almost all four minutes on a penalty kill. Right as she sat down she looked up seeing a break away and had to watch the Canes get a breakaway and get their first shorthanded goal too and the second goal for the Hurricanes for this game so far.

Devils lost game two 1-2.

Allison has the most on ice time out of either teams and was just ready to her back to New Jersey and get in her own bed.

[sagesongbird]

@heroicfaithful

I know I should have asked you... To be honest, I probably would have enjoyed the tour a lot more if you were there with me. You were so angry at the Chris Keller part of things that night, and we had that huge fight, so I never thought you'd be on board with the tour. I know I can't take back what I did, and if I had it all to do over again, I'd obviously handle things differently, but the damage is done, and I know I need to deal with the consequences of that. I am sorry for my part in all of this, though. {I quietly admitted. At the time, though, emotions were high... as were our tempers, so I was convinced by how Nathan basically gave me an ultimatum the second he found out Chris Keller was also going on the tour too, that there's no way Nathan would have agreed to come on tour with me, or even support me in going on it. That night I left he basically told me it was him or the tour, and in a fit of stubbornness and the disdain of ultimatums as a whole, I made a choice... One that I would probably regret for the rest of my life. I just hoped we could find a way to leave it in the past and start fresh from here. Yes, I know the mistake was made and the damage was done, but I didn't want us to keep rehashing it either. The only thing that would do was continue to keep the wound fresh and the anger at the surface. If we were going to move on from here, we'd need to find a way to get beyond what broke us} Yeah? Look at you spoiling me with the Jello. {I playfully aired out in response; all the while a soft smile rested across my lips} As long as you keep the Jello coming, then I promise to follow yours and the doctor's orders to rest and heal. If the Jello stops though, be ready for more whining from me about being stuck in this hospital bed. {I joked. Amusement lingering across my lips as I did so} Who knew there was such a fine line, and it resolved around Jello. {I further quipped. Trying to keep things light and airy between us. I mean, if we were ever going to rebuild and fix us again, then we needed to find ways to laugh and smile together again. If Jello was the first step in doing that, then so be it}

Continued.. We'll find a way

@sagesongbird

It was complicated. That was the only way Nathan could find the words to explain his marriage. For a while it felt gloomy, it felt like our love had fallen apart. And he didn’t want to say an accident is what brought him here but it was. He was so stubborn, he was bent on hurting Haley the same way she had hurt him. He was playing close to the vest because he didn’t want to let his guard down again with her. But he also knew the second he watched her lifeless body get placed in the ambulance that he was still crazy in love. No heartache, no time of her being gone on the tour could replace the love he knew he had for her. He did blame himself; if he had given her the talk she craved, if he had been more willing to hang out to repair our damage we wouldn’t of been tricked, we wouldn’t have been on that street the moment that zooming car came in our direction. 

I was guilty; because Haley jumped in front of a car to save me, to protect me from getting injured, probably to protect my future as a basketball star, but I hated how we got here. Over pride, over the stubborn acts. Nathan told himself he had to communicate, he had to be willing to meet halfway; in order for us to survive. He stayed; he was the one who sat at her bedroom as the brunette was in and out of sleep. He reassured her he was here; he was the one that held her hand. 

His palm never left her own; as he held her touch, His head leaned onto his shoulder; which is why his neck felt stiff when he felt his eyelids lift open. He saw her face; bruised up, her eyes were closed at first until he heard her voice, he held onto her voice as it was a sense of hope for him. “ Hales.. I’m fine, I’m more worry about you. How’re you feeling?” 

It was a stupid question she was hurt; the bruises on her face, on her arm said it all. But Haley was there asking if I was okay; I came out of this unstretched, I was fine. I was walking, I was breathing without injury, I had taken care of myself for years; I could handle a slight fall when she pushed me out of the way, Bringing her palm up to my lips; I pressed a tender kiss to her skin as I mumbled the words. “ I’m not going anywhere.” 

We’d figure out the past, how we overcome it all because we said always and forever.

[agentravensong]

characters who see themselves as more of a Force or an abstract concept acting in the world than as a person. characters who prioritize their role as a cog in some greater mechanism over their own personhood. characters who get their hands dirty, who run themselves ragged, who take on an unbearable weight, who hurt or neglect or give up or straight-up betray the people and things they once held close, because they believe in doing so they are fulfilling their Purpose, the thing they exist in this world to do (and no one else will do it, *can* do it, so it has to be them). characters who've determined that they are constructs bound to preprogrammed code, to a script already written for them by someone/something else, and have been operating under that mindset for so long that they don't know how to live on their own terms. characters who uphold the fate that is smothering them. can anyone hear me