#I’m gonna like. suck up in reply but honestly fuck her that is so uncalled for
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gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)
>>pairing: jungkook x reader
>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship
>>word count: 9.9k um?
>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists
>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !!
>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!
pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.
Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”
When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.
“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”
Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”
Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”
“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”
“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.
Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.
A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.
His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”
“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.
Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”
“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”
Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”
Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”
“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.
“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants.
Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.
“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.
baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:
okie
wanna have sex instead of helping me study
me:
yeah but im not gonna
just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a
baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:
🙄
When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.
“You think she’ll be down?”
Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”
Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.
“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”
Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.
“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”
Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.
“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”
As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”
Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?
“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.
~~~
Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.
“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.
His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.
“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.
He groans. “I- am just thinking.”
“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.
The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing.
He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about.
Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”
You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”
Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.
You pout. “What?”
Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.
With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.
“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.
“Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile.
“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself.
You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.
He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.
You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”
He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.
He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”
Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.
“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side.
He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.
“When did you want to? Tonight?”
He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.
You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm.
“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.
Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.”
His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”
He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.
“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.
He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”
~~~
A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.
Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts.
You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.
“Which one do you want?” You ask.
“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.
Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar.
“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night.
“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.
Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.
Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”
The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.
“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”
He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.
You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”
A side glance. “Not yet…”
You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.
“Uh, not that one.”
You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.
“No.”
You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.
“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.
He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”
He pauses.
“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?”
Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.
You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”
He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”
“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”
You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.”
“We need the harness now.”
You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found.
“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.
“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists.
“Let’s not.”
“Koo.” You say giving him a look.
He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.
He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”
You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.
The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.
You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”
Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”
You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”
He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”
You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.
“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.
Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”
Jeongguk gapes at the ‘nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going.
With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.
Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.
“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.
It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.
“He’s cute.”
You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”
Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”
You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”
He shrugs. “Don’t care.”
“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”
He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.
There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.
“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”
He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”
“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.
“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”
He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.
“Baby, we have lube at home.”
“But do we have enough?”
“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”
He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”
Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.
After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”
“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”
You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”
~~~
As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.
You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later.
“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.
Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.
When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.
“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.
“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.
You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”
He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.
You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.
“I love you.” You smile.
He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.
It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer.
You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.
“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.
You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”
He shakes his head. “Always about you too.”
Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.
“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.
He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”
He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.
You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace.
“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.
“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.
When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”
You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.
“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.
You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.
“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.
You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.
You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.
“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins.
“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”
“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…”
He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.
He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”
“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad.
Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”
He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.
You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.
“Want some?”
He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!
He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?
“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.
You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all.
“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”
You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.
“More,” He begs.
You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.
When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.
“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.
You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.
“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”
With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.
“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls.
You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”
Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”
Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over.
Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.
“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.
Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene.
“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand.
He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.
When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.
It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.
You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.
While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.
Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.
“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.
Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”
You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.
You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.
“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.
You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?”
He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”
Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.
You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.
“Cold.” He says.
“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.
“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.
“Tell me to stop if you need to.”
He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.
He lets out a shaky breath.
“You okay, baby?” You check in.
“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”
You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.
“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.
He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.
He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.
“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.
“You c-”
“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.
When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.
“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.
He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.
“Well, your butthole is pretty.”
He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.”
He sounds so wistful and just ready.
But you’re not.
You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.
“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.
He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.
“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”
You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.
Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd.
He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it.
“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.
He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.
He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.
“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.
He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.
You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”
He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.
You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.
“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.
Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.
Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.
You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether.
You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.
“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.
“Yeah.” He says softly.
He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you.
“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.
You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.
“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”
You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed.
“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.
“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.
“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.
You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.
You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up.
“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.
With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.
“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone.
“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.
Point taken.
Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.
A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.
You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.
“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.
He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.
“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.”
He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.
You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair.
He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.
You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock.
He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.
You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”
He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”
The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.
He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.
He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.
“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.
He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.
“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.
Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, wanna.”
He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room.
The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.
“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”
You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”
He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum.
It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.
He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.
“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.”
He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.
You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”
Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.
“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow.
“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”
He grunts in response.
Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.
When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly.
“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.
Another grunt.
Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.
“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”
His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.
You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.
“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”
He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.
“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.
He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”
You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both.
You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is. But he still winces.
“How bad is it?” He mumbles.
You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.
He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”
You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.
“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.
You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.
“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.
“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.
You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.
“I’m so tired man.”
“I bet man.” You tease.
He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.
“Yeah roll over.”
It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.
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An Untitled Original Work, Part 9
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Sammie couldn’t believe what had just happened. Had she really just kissed Gina Weathers? How could she do that, when she didn’t know where her own heart lied? Didn’t know who had the key, and how to find them?
She hadn’t planned, it had just happened, and while she didn’t regret it, she wished it hadn’t happened. Her heart was confused, which made her stomach do flips and her head pound. It was unbearable, the way the mental confusion affected her physically, so that as her heart hurt, her body ached too.
Why, why, why had she done that? She liked Gina, sure, but she liked Logan too. And Gina’s adamant stance against Logan only added to Sammie’s confusion. What was up with that? Logan seemed genuinely nice, but so did Gina. What was the history? She needed to know before her stomach got any worse. She already felt like she might vomit.
hey just curious what’s up with you and Gina? we were talking and she acted super weird when i mentioned that you and i talk in english class
She sat down on her bed, looking up at the barren ceiling. If only she knew which box she’d packed her fairy lights and garlands in, she could start decorating her room. Then again, if her clothes were barely unpacked, what was the point in embellishing it?
She felt her phone vibrate in her lap, and she picked it up to see what Logan had said.
it’s complicated
how so? Sammie shot back.
it’s a lot. better if we call
okay you call me
Sammie’s phone rang a moment later, the caller id showing the picture she’d taken during English earlier that week. She accepted the call, and put the phone up to her ear. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey girl,” Logan said, her voice muffled through the phone. “Shut up, I’m on the phone!”
“Is your brother being annoying?”
“He’s never not. Okay, so you want the tea on me and Gina, right?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind telling me,” Sammie said, checking the time. 4:37, meaning her mom wouldn’t be home for a while. Sammie wouldn’t be interrupted if she started wandering the house as one does when they’re on the phone.
“Okay, so you know how middle school sucks? That’s when this happened. It was like, fall of seventh grade and I invited Gina over for a sleepover. We were like, best friends when we were little. My mom has some pictures of me and Gina when we were little, and they’re pretty cute. But anyways, seventh grade. She’s at my house and we’re talking about crushes, and I say I have a crush on Benji, and she gets all mad and says he’s hers.”
“Huh. Okay, keep going.”
“Yeah, so I drop it, and I assume she’s gonna let it go, but she gets pissed, like really pissed. So on Monday she starts spreading rumours that I wet the bed at our sleepover, and I’m gross and I bully her and force her to be my friend. So I just stop talking to her, plain and simple. Then she got all mad and now she hates me. Worked out fine for me, because Benji and I have been dating since right after eighth grade.”
Sammie didn’t know what to say. She’d meandered from her bedroom to the kitchen and was now sitting on the kitchen counter, unsure of what to say. Gina had done that? Were they talking about the same Gina?
“What?” she said. The confusion she’d hoped to abolish through this phone call had only grown.
“Weird, right? Bet she makes it out to be all my fault.”
“Actually,” Sammie said as she slid a bagel into the toaster, “she always avoids talking about it. It’s kinda weird, but I didn’t wanna ask anyone else in the group ‘cause that seemed… weird.”
“Well, it was just between me and her, but she dragged everyone else into it.” Sammie could hear the annoyance and hurt in Logan’s voice. She was trying to hide it, Sammie could tell, but she wasn’t doing a very good job.
“You guys used to be close, right?” Sammie asked, grabbing a jar of jam from the fridge.
“Yeah, we were besties all through elementary school, and all of sixth grade. That’s why this was so weird, because she’d never done anything like that before.”
“Really? That doesn’t seem like Gina at all.” The longer she and Logan talked, the more confused Sammie became. She finished spreading jam on her bagel and took a bite before adding, “She made it seem like you guys had only been classmates, never friends. Like, you were always in the same class but you never hung out.”
“Really.” It wasn’t a question, but Sammie could tell Logan wanted to ask something.
“It always felt weird though. She was avoiding the conversation,” Sammie continued. “I dunno. Felt like she was trying to hide something more.”
“Sounds just like her,” Logan replied, the disdain in her voice leaking through the phone. “Always was one to bury her secrets.”
“What’s that mean?” she asked as she took another bite of her bagel.
“She hasn’t told you? Her mom died right before we started highschool. It was a shock too, a car accident. So my family went to the funeral, because there was a huge turnout and more than half the school was there. And like, I get it, if my mom died I’d be distraught too, but when she saw me she tried to punch me, and I had to leave. It was kinda fucked up.”
Sammie stopped chewing. There were a thousand questions in her head, but she couldn’t put words to any of them. They rattled around in her brain for what felt like a year, but was truly only a few seconds. Finally, she was able to ask, “Why?”
“Dunno.” Sammie could hear Logan’s shrug through the phone. “She just saw me and got mad. On the one hand, she wasn’t thinking clearly, because who would be after their mom died, but on the other hand, it seemed uncalled for.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “But like, you didn’t provoke her? Say anything rude?”
“I’m hurt,” Logan said, sarcastically. “But no, I hadn’t even said ‘sorry for your loss’ before she looked at me and got pissed and tried to punch me. To be honest, I’m still not sure why.”
“That’s… weird.”
“Not who you thought she was, huh?” Logan seemed almost smug. “Makes you think twice. Don’t worry though, you can still hang out with her because I, unlike some people, don’t try to police who my friends hang out with. I might not like it, but I don’t try to dictate friendships.”
“I honestly don’t know what to say,” Sammie admitted after a moment.
“Look, dinner’s almost ready, so I gotta go in just a minute, but let me tell you one thing. There’s more to Gina Weathers than you thought. You can stay friends with her, because we’ve all made mistakes, and you shouldn’t get mad because of things she did to other people. Just…” Logan sighed. “Take everything she says about me with a grain of salt, okay?”
Sammie nodded before realising Logan couldn’t see her. “Yeah, I can do that. Thanks, Logan. Are we still on for next Saturday?”
“Yeah, and Ellison might stop over if you’re cool with that.”
“Not totally sure who that is, but yeah, I’m cool with that.”
“Awesome, see you tomorrow! Bye!” And with that, Logan hung up the phone.
Sammie sat in silence on the kitchen counter, the remaining third of her bagel getting cold. What more could she say, could she do? After kissing Gina and her conversation with Logan, she wasn’t sure how she could face Gina on Monday.
Even after moving five times and attending five different schools, Sammie could safely say she’d never been drawn into the drama so quickly. It had only been a week, but she could tell that her last two years of highschool would be the most noteworthy of all.
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@zoyyanazyalensky @fire-sapphics 1353 words
and as always don’t rb or spoil until i post it please-
Sammie couldn’t believe what had just happened. Had she really just kissed Gina Weathers? How could she do that, when she didn’t know where her own heart lied? Didn’t know who had the key, and how to find them?
She hadn’t planned, it had just happened, and while she didn’t regret it, she wished it hadn’t happened. Her heart was confused, which made her stomach do flips and her head pound. It was unbearable, the way the mental confusion affected her physically, so that as her heart hurt, her body ached too.
Why, why, why had she done that? She liked Gina, sure, but she liked Logan too. And Gina’s adamant stance against Logan only added to Sammie’s confusion. What was up with that? Logan seemed genuinely nice, but so did Gina. What was the history? She needed to know before her stomach got any worse. She already felt like she might vomit.
hey just curious what’s up with you and Gina? we were talking and she acted super weird when i mentioned that you and i talk in english class
She sat down on her bed, looking up at the barren ceiling. If only she knew which box she’d packed her fairy lights and garlands in, she could start decorating her room. Then again, if her clothes were barely unpacked, what was the point in embellishing it?
She felt her phone vibrate in her lap, and she picked it up to see what Logan had said.
it’s complicated
how so? Sammie shot back.
it’s a lot. better if we call
okay you call me
Sammie’s phone rang a moment later, the caller id showing the picture she’d taken during English earlier that week. She accepted the call, and put the phone up to her ear. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey girl,” Logan said, her voice muffled through the phone. “Shut up, I’m on the phone!”
“Is your brother being annoying?”
“He’s never not. Okay, so you want the tea on me and Gina, right?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind telling me,” Sammie said, checking the time. 4:37, meaning her mom wouldn’t be home for a while. Sammie wouldn’t be interrupted if she started wandering the house as one does when they’re on the phone.
“Okay, so you know how middle school sucks? That’s when this happened. It was like, fall of seventh grade and I invited Gina over for a sleepover. We were like, best friends when we were little. My mom has some pictures of me and Gina when we were little, and they’re pretty cute. But anyways, seventh grade. She’s at my house and we’re talking about crushes, and I say I have a crush on Benji, and she gets all mad and says he’s hers.”
“Huh. Okay, keep going.”
“Yeah, so I drop it, and I assume she’s gonna let it go, but she gets pissed, like really pissed. So on Monday she starts spreading rumours that I wet the bed at our sleepover, and I’m gross and I bully her and force her to be my friend. So I just stop talking to her, plain and simple. Then she got all mad and now she hates me. Worked out fine for me, because Benji and I have been dating since right after eighth grade.”
Sammie didn’t know what to say. She’d meandered from her bedroom to the kitchen and was now sitting on the kitchen counter, unsure of what to say. Gina had done that? Were they talking about the same Gina?
“What?” she said. The confusion she’d hoped to abolish through this phone call had only grown.
“Weird, right? Bet she makes it out to be all my fault.”
“Actually,” Sammie said as she slid a bagel into the toaster, “she always avoids talking about it. It’s kinda weird, but I didn’t wanna ask anyone else in the group ‘cause that seemed… weird.”
“Well, it was just between me and her, but she dragged everyone else into it.” Sammie could hear the annoyance and hurt in Logan’s voice. She was trying to hide it, Sammie could tell, but she wasn’t doing a very good job.
“You guys used to be close, right?” Sammie asked, grabbing a jar of jam from the fridge.
“Yeah, we were besties all through elementary school, and all of sixth grade. That’s why this was so weird, because she’d never done anything like that before.”
“Really? That doesn’t seem like Gina at all.” The longer she and Logan talked, the more confused Sammie became. She finished spreading jam on her bagel and took a bite before adding, “She made it seem like you guys had only been classmates, never friends. Like, you were always in the same class but you never hung out.”
“Really.” It wasn’t a question, but Sammie could tell Logan wanted to ask something.
“It always felt weird though. She was avoiding the conversation,” Sammie continued. “I dunno. Felt like she was trying to hide something more.”
“Sounds just like her,” Logan replied, the disdain in her voice leaking through the phone. “Always was one to bury her secrets.”
“What’s that mean?” she asked as she took another bite of her bagel.
“She hasn’t told you? Her mom died right before we started highschool. It was a shock too, a car accident. So my family went to the funeral, because there was a huge turnout and more than half the school was there. And like, I get it, if my mom died I’d be distraught too, but when she saw me she tried to punch me, and I had to leave. It was kinda fucked up.”
Sammie stopped chewing. There were a thousand questions in her head, but she couldn’t put words to any of them. They rattled around in her brain for what felt like a year, but was truly only a few seconds. Finally, she was able to ask, “Why?”
“Dunno.” Sammie could hear Logan’s shrug through the phone. “She just saw me and got mad. On the one hand, she wasn’t thinking clearly, because who would be after their mom died, but on the other hand, it seemed uncalled for.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “But like, you didn’t provoke her? Say anything rude?”
“I’m hurt,” Logan said, sarcastically. “But no, I hadn’t even said ‘sorry for your loss’ before she looked at me and got pissed and tried to punch me. To be honest, I’m still not sure why.”
“That’s… weird.”
“Not who you thought she was, huh?” Logan seemed almost smug. “Makes you think twice. Don’t worry though, you can still hang out with her because I, unlike some people, don’t try to police who my friends hang out with. I might not like it, but I don’t try to dictate friendships.”
“I honestly don’t know what to say,” Sammie admitted after a moment.
“Look, dinner’s almost ready, so I gotta go in just a minute, but let me tell you one thing. There’s more to Gina Weathers than you thought. You can stay friends with her, because we’ve all made mistakes, and you shouldn’t get mad because of things she did to other people. Just…” Logan sighed. “Take everything she says about me with a grain of salt, okay?”
Sammie nodded before realising Logan couldn’t see her. “Yeah, I can do that. Thanks, Logan. Are we still on for next Saturday?”
“Yeah, and Ellison might stop over if you’re cool with that.”
“Not totally sure who that is, but yeah, I’m cool with that.”
“Awesome, see you tomorrow! Bye!” And with that, Logan hung up the phone.
Sammie sat in silence on the kitchen counter, the remaining third of her bagel getting cold. What more could she say, could she do? After kissing Gina and her conversation with Logan, she wasn’t sure how she could face Gina on Monday.
Even after moving five times and attending five different schools, Sammie could safely say she’d never been drawn into the drama so quickly. It had only been a week, but she could tell that her last two years of highschool would be the most noteworthy of all.
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This is a filled request someone asked for, about Mirajane going into labor. Perhaps not what they hoped for, but at the moment, the best they can get.
"Oi, boss, I'm so glad you invited us all over to discuss this. It's a big step, yeah? And we should all take it as a family."
"I invited," the man grumbled as he sat at the head of his dining room table, a deep frown etched into his usually void face, "Freed over. And he told Evergreen about it, who told you, Bickslow, and the pair of you invited your Strausses."
All the way from the kitchen, where she was perusing Laxus' wine rack, Evergreen called, "I did not invite Elfman and do not ever accuse me of such a thing."
"I invited him." Lisanna, who was annoyingly chipper, grinned brightly at Laxus. "This has to do with him too.
"I'm a man!" From his chair, Elfman raised an arm in the air. "I invite myself wherever I want to invite myself! Men don't need invitations!"
"They need to learn to use their inside voices," Laxus grumbled. "For one thing."
"Awe." Lisanna giggled. "You're already talking like a father, big brother."
Elfman, for some reason, nodded at this. "Papa did talk a lot about men, didn't he?"
"I was speaking to Laxus."
"You better not have been." Laxus made a face at the woman. "And to get back to what you said before, this has nothing to do with any of you. I asked Freed over to have a private conversation-"
"And I apologize," the rune mage finally spoke as he came into the room to take his place at the table, carrying a tray of sandwiches, which he sat in the center of the table, "for the misunderstanding. I only made a remark to Evergreen in passing and-"
"And if he's coming over here to talk about the baby," came the voice of the woman as she came to the table bearing a filled to the brim wine glass in one hand, "then we all should get a chance to have our peace, just the same as him."
"What are you talking about?" Laxus complained. "What peace? You morons aren't gonna get a say in anything that has to do with my baby."
"We get all sorts of says," Lisanna assured him. "The five of us will be, like, the most important people in his life."
"Me and Mirajane will be the most important."
"Debatable."
"Not really, Lisanna."
"She's right, boss," Bickslow insisted with a nod of his head. "Who's more important to a kid than his favorite uncle?"
"Considering," Elfman grumbled "he's only gonna have one uncle and he's all man-"
"Hey!" The seith glared across the table at the other man. "That baby's gonna need us both! All three of us even, Freed, Elfman! This world's a harsh place. Just because I'm his favorite, like, already, there's no reason to feel ashamed-"
"Perhaps the next baby will like you, should it be a female," Freed offered snidely. "You both can play with dolls together."
"There's nothin' wrong with dolls, man!"
"No one," Laxus grumbled to them, "is having another kid. I promised the demon one. And it's a boy. Which was what I wanted. So-"
"Don't be so sexist, boys." Evergreen made a face at all of them in turn. "This is the exact reason he'll need strong, female guidance in his life."
Lisanna held her head higher. "Yeah, he will."
"From me," the other woman specified, rolling her eyes heavily at the younger's self inclusion. "A real woman."
"What's not real about me?"
"Lissy is plenty real!" Bickslow had a problem with yelling that night as well, it seemed. "Every inch of her!"
"Would you all shut-" Laxus tried, but it was too late; he'd lost control of the group.
"Regardless," Evergreen pressed on, "he will need me far more than any of the rest of you."
"In what world?" Freed asked. "Honestly? Which one? Ever? Please specify?"
"He needs a man! And I'm the best one around," Elfman said, tapping at his chest. "Name another one!"
"Twenty-one," Lisanna responded.
"Eighty-one," Bickslow challenged.
"I don't… Ever, what are they saying?"
"Just shut up, Elfman."
"It takes a village to raise a child, regardless," Freed reminded then. "Favorite or no favorite, we must all ban together."
"Right." Lisanna was still glaring at Evergreen, far too confident in this act, but managed to say, "As a family."
This fell over the five of them and they fell silent, all nodding.
But the sixth person (and by far the most important, being the dang father and all) was not in a very good mood.
He hardly was, honestly, when the demon wasn't around.
"What do you morons," he carped with a heavy frown, "know about family? None of you even have any."
That time, the silence wasn't in solidarity.
At all.
"Oi, boss," Bickslow complained as the others all looked off uncomfortably. "That was uncalled for, yeah?"
"What?" Laxus snorted. "It's the truth. You-"
"It wasn't very nice," Lisanna informed him. "Like, at all."
"Men don't make jokes about other men's families," Elfman agreed with a nod.
Around her wineglass, his girlfriend added, "Poor taste, at the least."
"At the least," Freed muttered, not looking at his idol.
Huffing, Laxus sad, "I just meant that- You know what? No. I'm no the bad guy this time. You all just show up at my house, eat my food, drink my wine, and what? I'm the bad person for pointing out a very obvious lack of familial relations?"
When no one else said anything, Elfman looked around before slowly with a shake of his head, "No. You're just a bad person for being a dick."
Evergreen choked, once more, on her wine. "E-Elf-"
"He might be a dick," Bickslow retorted loudly as, no matter if the man had hurt his feelings or not, he was still his idol, "but he also used that dick to impregnate your sister. So who's really the one with yoke on their face here?"
"You take that back!" Elfman growled, glaring over at him. "Now!"
"Never!"
"How," Freed whispered softly, not speaking to particularly anyone, "is that an insult to begin with? To Elfman? I mean-"
"Don't yell at Bickslow, Elf." Lisanna made a face over at her brother. "He can't help the way he is. He's fighting addiction."
"Yeah! I'm- What?" The seith looked down at his girlfriend then. "What am I addicted to?"
"Maybe nothing, but Laxus sure is a dick to us." Then Lisanna beamed. "Was that one good?"
"All the hits, Lissy!" the man congratulated. "All the hits!"
"Would you morons just go?" Laxus was starting to lose his temper. "You're completely ruining me and Freed's meeting. And so what? You can argue with one another? Do it on your own time! At your own place! Me and Mira's place is no longer just gonna be a big hang out for you bozos. You get that, right? You can't just come here and hang out and avoid your responsibilities. Go to your own homes and do it, like normal people."
"How come I feel like that was mainly directed towards me and Lissy?" Bickslow asked after a moment. "Boss?"
"I feel unfairly singled out," Lisanna remarked. "And for your information, Laxus, we would love to go to our own home; we're just typically not too caught up on rent."
"Me and Mirajane aren't here to mediate shit for you people anymore either," the man went on as, once he was on a roll, it was kind of hard to get him off it. "All your stupid fights, breakups. Be adults. Adults work through their problems. They just don't call it quits when the going gets rough. And if they do, they certainly don't go back! If you're done with someone, fine, you're done with them; you don't spend another two years trying to convince yourself that you're done with them while living with them and-"
"Okay, we get it." Evergreen was rare to speak back to the man, but the wine was going to her head and his holier than thou attitude was beginning to get to her. "You can stop hammering it home."
"Wait, is he talking about the two of us?" Frowning, Elfman said, "I haven't spent two years pretending to be with Evergreen!"
"Uh, Elf," Lisanna whispered as Bickslow only snickered into his hand, "I don't think he's talking about you. At least with that part."
"My point," the slayer finally finished as he knew, should he continue on for too long, "is that my life is changing. A lot. The second Mirajane has that baby, you all are taken down a peg." Then he paused. "Except you, Elfman. You can't get much lower than the bottom."
As Bickslow and Lisanna snickered, Elfman only scoffed. It was his girlfriend that spoke though.
"The same goes for me as well," she remarked as, finished with her glass, she sat it down on the table while looking around it. "My life will change immensely."
"In what way?" Freed could be quiet no longer. "You will not even be able to watch the child on your own."
"I will so."
"You've already informed us all, many times, that you do not change diapers, deal with spit, drool, snot-"
"Neither does Laxus, I assume." Ever looked to the man. "Why should I have to then?"
Snorting, the slayer replied, "Spits fine. Shit's not."
"Be an adult, Laxus." Lisanna's was tone was mocking, but just in case the others didn't realize it, she was also making a face. "Your life is changing."
"That's why you have wooden babies, boss." Bickslow nodded his head towards Lisanna who, of course, had all five dolls resting in her lap. "They don't eat, shit, piss, or even really need attention! Just some of your magic. And you got plenty of that to give."
"Uh, Bickslow," Freed whispered softly. "Considering Laxus already has the child on the way, I really do not understand why you sound as if you are attempt to persuade him into….playing with dolls as well."
"I ain't just playin' with them, man, and you know it!"
"Stop feeding into them, Freed." Arms crossed over his chest, Laxus regarded them all in annoyance. "And if you idiots would just pipe down, I could get to the point of us all being here."
"Us?" Lisanna made a face over at him. "You're the one that broke off into a speech about how much we suck."
"In all fairness," Bickslow told her with a bit of a shrug though he didn't stop glaring across the table at Freed, "he does that on such a regular bases, I'm sure it comes pretty natural to him."
"Well, you are both fucks ups," Ever offered with a shrug.
That only got the youngest Strauss to make a face and say, "He was talking about you too, Ever!"
Elfman, growing agitated just in general, only frowned over at Laxus. "So what is it about my sister that you wanted to talk about?"
Refusing to let his eyes fall on his brother-in-law, the man grumbled out, "I's gonna talk to Freed about the plan."
"The plan?" Freed repeated.
Finally. Someone Laxus could speak with.
Nodding as he looked at the other man, he said, "Yeah. For when Mirajane...you know."
"I know?"
"You know."
"Well, I for one don't," Lisanna remarked with a frown. "When Mira what?"
"Wait! I can get this one." Tongue tumbling from his mouth, Bickslow thought hard. "Hmmm. What could Mirajane possibly be-"
"When she gives birth, you nimrods." Ever huffed before, glancing down the table at Laxus, said, "This is why you should have just invited me and forgone Freed all together."
Glaring over at the woman then, Freed said, "He obviously invited me because I can go ten seconds without a drink."
Evergreen, who had been poised to get up and go refill her glass, only sat back in annoyance.
The truth hurt.
"Anyways," Laxus went on, eyes still on Freed. "This is a very serious thing. We're about one month out now. I have a lot of work, up at the guild, that has to be attended to frequently. So when Mirajane isn't there, which I don't want her to be any longer, then I want someone to be here with her, should I be unable-"
"That's not fair! She's my older sister! I'm the one that should be here, so just get over it."
"Mira needs a man to stay with her! Like me!"
"The woman is so melodramatic. She isn't dying. People have children all the time. I mean, I don't, but-"
"Boss! I am an expert at babies. Look how good I am with mine! If your kid comes poppin' out early, I'll just possess him and make him crawl on back up inside Mira!"
"Would you all shut up?" Laxus seemed about to snap. "Honestly. This is why I invited only Freed over. We-"
"But it's not fair." Lisanna wasn't one to take orders from people whose names weren't Master or Mirajane. "Laxus-"
"I don't give a shit what you morons do." His voice wasn't so rough though, when addressing Lisanna specifically. "At all. If Mira's here or up at the bar and I ain't around, fine; hang around. Why would I give a shit? I'm just specifically asking Freed to do ti for me and to be there, no matter what. Not you flakes."
For a moment there was a grumble from the others before, slowly, the four of them all looked at one another kinda just agreed that, yes, in a battle of who was the most responsible and reliable, fine, they might not all be 'flakes', but they certainly didn't out rank Freed.
"W-What should I do? If she goes into labor?" the rune mage asked when it was clear the others were content (for the moment, at least). "Laxus? I don't-"
"Well, for one, you get in contact with me," the slayer complained, as if this should all just be common sense. "And you stay calm or whatever and-"
"You boil water!" Elfman said loudly, as if he were the one being spoken to.
He wasn't.
Ever.
At least not when Laxus was involved.
"For what?" Evergreen asked, making a face.
Sitting up tall, Bickslow said, "Obviously to dunk the baby in."
"Why?" Freed asked.
"You have to sterilize him some way," Lisanna said with a shrug.
Shaking his head and looking off, Laxus remarked, "I pray, every night before bed, that your parents sterilized every single one of you."
"Considering you said we never had parents," Elfman replied bitterly, "I don't see how that could have happened."
It could have been argued that Laxus directed the man directly for once (though neither would have liked the argument), as the slayer defended, "I didn't say that."
"Sure felt like you did," Lisanna remarked.
With a bit of a shrug, Evergreen said, "It was a tad hurtful, Laxus."
"You women have such thin skin," he critiqued. "And yeah, I'm talking to you too, Elfboy."
Over the sound of Elfman's rebuttal, Bickslow only muttered while rubbing the back of his neck, "Oi, boss, you could have said it a bit better."
And when he looked to Freed, to see if the man was still feeling as stung as the others so many minutes out, the way the guy only looked off told him all he needed to know.
"You all are so pathetic," he began in what, to most, would be the furthest from an apology possible, but at the moment, sounded about right, "that I forget how hard it is for you to take jokes."
Which wasn't an apology. Or anything close to it.
But it was an acknowledgment that he'd gone a step too far and that, in the moment, was all that any of them were truly looking for.
It was in the silence that followed, as they all sat there silently as if to soak in the moment, that it happened.
"Laxus! Are you in there? Open up!"
They all froze except for Lisanna who, standing up slightly, called out, "Natsu?"
"Lisanna?" And then the front door opened without the man of the house getting up to do so. If Laxus wasn't in such shock, he might have pummeled the Salamander for being so cavalier. "Good. You should come to."
"Laxus!" Someone else was with him too, of course, as he always traveled with his best buddy. Flying through the house, Happy quickly arrived in the dining room they were all situated in. "You have to come qui- Oh, wow! You should all come quick?"
"What's going on, Happy?" Lisanna asked as they all stood, Natsu skidding to a stop as he too arrived in the room. "Did something happen?"
"To Mirajane!" Natsu was the one that said that, immediately setting them on high alert. "She's gonna have the baby!"
"What?" was more or less the collective of the others responses, save Evergreen who only rolled her eyes and remarked something to the affect of how dramatic Mirajane had to be constantly and how annoying it was, while Laxus went from being shocked by Natsu's sudden appearance into being silenced by what had just left the younger slayer's mouth.
Landing on the table (and stealing one of the sandwiches Freed made), Happy nodded his head, saying through a full mouth, "Aye! She was up at the bar and suddenly started having contractions!"
"This is all so sudden." Bickslow was the first to try and rush out of the room. "I'm not ready to be a favorite uncle yet. I haven't even bought any cool uncle stuff yet! Like alcohol and extremely inappropriate movies. Boss, how long before you think I should be sneaking those to the kid?"
When Laxus, still only standing there, said nothing, Elfman only rushed after the other man. "I'm more than ready! Someone has to teach this kid to be a man!"
"Mmmm." Evergreen left her glass behind, on the table, retorting, "Perhaps we can put out fliers, asking for one to assist us."
"Hap, come on! Lisanna!" Natsu motioned for them to follow. "Maybe if I get there in time, I can con Mirajane into naming the baby after one of us!"
"His name is Torren and it better stay that way because I did not waste that money Laxus and Mira loaned Bicks and I to buy them a baby shower gift on personalized blankies with that stupid name on them for no reason," Lisanna grumbled, just about to head after all the others. "Those are nonrefundable!"
"Well, if you are to be believed, it was not your money to begin with," Freed pointed out, following. "You- Laxus!"
"Hey, Laxus, stop shoving," Lisanna complained as he pushed the two of them quite forcefully out of the way, trying to get out of his house as quickly as possible. "You big jerk!"
"I have to get to Mira! All of you get out of my house! I have to lock the door and...and… What else do I need?"
Bickslow, turning back to stare at the man, said, "I believe we spoke on this before about boiling some water."
And Elfman stopped at that, turning back to rush to the kitchen. "Oh yeah! I'll get to work on that! We gotta dunk the baby in it when he comes out! To cleanse him!"
Happy, who apparently wasn't out of the house either (at this point, Laxus was doubting anyone other than himself's commitment to being so), announced loudly, "Natsu! You can heat up water for the baby to cleanse with, right?"
"We can bypass that, little buddy," the Salamander said excitedly as, rushing after Elfman, his hands became ablaze with flames, "and get right to the real thing!"
"Oh boy," Ever remarked woefully from where Laxus found her also not leaving, but rather just heading over to his liquor cabinet (she was gonna need it). "We're gonna kill Laxus' son before he has a chance to truly live. Hope one of you knows necromancy."
"I carry extra babies bodies just for such an occasion," Bickslow assured her as, growling, Laxus finally decided to hell with getting them all out of the place; let it sit open, he had to get to his wife. "And wow! To have a new one be my own practical nephew of who I am the favorite uncle-"
"I have to get to Mira!" And, for some reason, even though Bickslow as not at all in his way, Laxus also had to shoot a bolt of lightning at him. Just to get some of his frustration out. "You idiots!"
"Oi, boss, that hurt," the seith complained as Freed, rubbing at his temples, only sighed.
"L-Laxus," he softly began. "Perhaps you should just use your Lighting Body magic to transport-"
And there was a flash that scared Evergreen and caused her to drop a very expensive bottle of liquor that, thankfully, landed on the carpet and didn't shatter everywhere. Not that Laxus cared as that flash quickly moved from the center of the room over to the cracked window, slipping out of it and out into the world.
For a moment, they all stood there.
"What happened to Laxus? I'm getting water on to boil!"
"Elfman, shut up," his girlfriend grumbled as she bent over to pick up the bottle. "Moron."
Giggling as she glanced around at all the others, Lisanna put her hand on her hips before saying, "Well, you guys wanna head on down to see Mirajane at- Wait, Natsu, where is Mirajane?"
"What do you mean?" He came back into the room as well, apparently recalling the fact that the baby was not, at the moment, there, and therefore unable to be set aflame in a ill fated misadventure in purification. "She's having a baby, Lisanna."
"Yeah, Lisanna. Dense much?" Happy came over to land on her head. "I mean, sheesh, where else would she be?"
"I didn't ask what she's doing, Hap," she said with a bit a frown. "I asked where she is. Is she still at the guild? A hospital? Where is she planning on having the baby?"
"Wait," Ever said around trying to unscrew the cap on the never before opened bottle. Staring over at the other woman, she asked, "You don't know where Mira plans on having her baby?"
"Should I?"
"I mean, I thought you two told one another everything."
"Everything important."
"And her plan for having her baby was-"
"I mean, Bickslow and I have been going through a lot recently, okay? Being aunts and uncles. A lot of our time around Mira was spent discussing that."
Bickslow nodded in agreement. "We're very stressed about it, in fact."
Freed let out a loud, noisy breath which usually meant he was about ready to ditch them, before saying, "You all are impossible."
"I wonder where Laxus went," Lisanna mused. "I'd say the hall. Just in case. Or at least that's where I'm headed."
"Oh yeah! The baby!" Natsu took off once more. "We gotta go! Come one! Before we miss it!"
"Well," Freed admitted slowly, "statistically, she'll probably be in labor for quite some time. In fact, we could probably not show up for another six hours and still maybe miss it."
"So what you're saying is," Evergreen began as she shoved, finally, the liquor bottle off on her boyfriend to open, "that we could kill time doing anything other than being absorbed in Mirajane's melodrama?"
"She's having a child, Ever."
"Thank you," she agreed with the leader of her team. "That's what I'm saying. She's always making everything about her. You could think I could have a baby if I want? I could pop one out right now, no problem!"
The thought alone was enough to make Elfman squeeze the hand wrapped around the bottle a bit to hard and then there were shards of glass everywhere, a horrible stain and stench on the living room carpet, and a bloody hand.
"Elfman, you idiot!"
"I know," Bickslow agreed with Evergreen. "Wasting perfectly good booze."
"Gross." Tossing a hand over his sensitive nose, Natsu waved over his head as, finally, he left the place. "Come on, Hap. Let's try to get to the hall without getting lost, like one the way here."
"We didn't get lost." The feline bounced a bit as he left Lisanna's head, quickly following after his best friend. "You just forgot where Laxus lived."
"You can't forget something you never cared to remember."
"He has," Freed sighed as he went off to find where Mirajane kept the medical kit, "a point."
And Lisanna stood there for a moment, staring after the pair and know, once upon a time, she would have followed them. Led them back to the hall. Listened to Natsu tell her about how Mirajane was sitting up at the hall, watching Lucy take shifts for her (the woman needed some extra cash) with Kinana, when the contractions began. The blonde had sent him off on finding Laxus duty which, honestly, was not as easy as it would seem. And Lisanna giggle at his tales and Happy would make snide remarks as he flew above.
Just like old times.
But old times were just that for a reason. Because they were no longer. In current times, her place was with Bickslow, who would be put on picking up glass duty, only to, of course, cut his own fingers many times. All this would go on as Freed tried to help Elfman who would refuse because he'd have a meltdown over the fact that men didn't need medics, but at the same time, damn, wasn't it manly to heal? Evergreen would observe his quandary with disdain and attempt to pretend as if she were indifferent to his suffering, but she rarely was.
It was where she belonged then. To make sure Bickslow didn't actually hurt anyone when, tired of getting cut, he would decide to have his babies leave their wooden bodies and trap them in the shards, so that they could float all of them to the trashcan. This, of course, eventually turned into him having them chase Evergreen around the house as she screamed bloody murder at him and the actually bloody Elfman yelled about how men didn't terrorize women and it was just a mess.
One that Lisanna was, without a doubt, a part of though.
At the very least,, this kept all of them busy and allowed Laxus to arrive alone at the guildhall (though, given his method of transportation, he would have regardless). He was still antsy as he walked in, looking around for someone who might no where his wife was.
It wasn't so much that he didn't trust Natsu.
It was more than he absolutely didn't trust Natsu.
With saving the entire planet?
Fine.
With relaying a message?
In no way whatsoever.
"Kinana." His voice was a bit rough as he addressed the young woman behind the bar. "My wife-"
"She's upstairs, Master," the woman said with a bowed head. "In the infirm- Wait, Laxus-"
Shit. Natsu, that lucking fuck up hadn't fucking fucked up for once.
What a time to choose to be right about something…
"Mirajane!" After flying up the stairs and looking like a complete idiot, probably, in front of his newly gifted (hard fought for) guildhall, but he could hardly care. He got to her, anyways, without falling on his face or ass and that's a pretty big accomplishment, as he stumbled a bit, on the staircase, as he tripped over his own feet a bit.
"Are you alright?" was the first thing out of his mouth as he arrived in the infirmary to find her in there with Lucy and Erza, seated on one of the beds. Rushing right over to her, he reached out to cup her face in his hands, ignoring the bright grin she gave him. "Mira?"
"Laxus," she giggled as Lucy, always uncomfortable around that specific slayer, looked off, feeling awkward still years out, seeing him in such a display with his own wife. Erza though, arms crossed, observed silently. "Of course I am."
"Are you… Natsu said that-"
"Where have you been?" Erza asked him. "Lucy sent Natsu out nearly two hours ago now."
"What?" Laxus' hands shifted, so that he could wrap his arms around the still seated Mirajane instead, pulling her head into his chest, though his own eyes were on Erza. "He just showed up at my place, at the most, ten minutes ago?"
"W-Well," Lucy began slowly, rubbing at the back of her neck, "he's not exactly the best with directions...or memory...or most things."
"It was just a false alarm, anyways," Mira assured him with a bit of a grin. "I-"
"Did you go to a hospital? Did someone actually look at you? What do these morons know?"
"A lot, actually," Erza remarked. "But for what it's worth, she merely mentioned feeling a bit feint, I told her to come up here and rest and-"
"The cat said you were having contractions," Laxus complained as he let Mira go, so that she could stare up at him. "'Were you?"
"I told Natsu," Lucy began as Mira only shook her head with another giggle, "that if she did, he should probably have Happy rush him off to get you and he took it upon himself to go tell you anyways just in case. In the course of the two hours it took for them to find you, I guess, they-"
"Lied." Laxus frowned over at her and Lucy flinched back a bit. "They-"
"Laxus, how did you get here so fast?" Mirajane was finished with him talking about her, but not talking with her. Reaching a hand out, she grabbed one of his and moved to lay it over her belly. This got his attention as his eyes fell back to hers finally. "You said Natsu got to the house only ten minutes ago. Did you run? Or ooh! Did you ride your motorcycle?"
He tried hard not to vomit at the thought. "No. I used my magic."
"Awe." Mira seemed a bit deflated at the thought. "Then we can't use it to ride home."
"You're not riding on it regardless, so-"
"I could if I wanted."
"Cannot."
"Stop me."
He would. But arguing about how he would was pointless.
Instead, he addressed the other two.
"What are you guys doing in here then? If nothing was wrong?" he asked, still a bit on edge and, therefore, suspicious (both came as baggage, when you were a Dreyar). "Huh?"
"We were just talking, Laxus." Mirajane was trying hard to keep his attention as, she knew, his senses had been heightened in his worry and that had to be channeled out someway. Typically by picking a senseless fight. Not what she wanted to deal with at the moment. "Is that a crime?"
"Mira-"
"I just came to wake Mira up from resting," Lucy offered with a bit of a shrug, still trying slowly to slink out of the room. "And Erza came too. Seriously, Laxus, I'm sorry Natsu bothered you."
"I assume you were busy with something?" Erza questioned to which the man only frowned more heavily, recall that he still had to get back to his apartment where, hopefully, the others had dispersed, but more than likely had not. "Laxus?"
"Yeah." Taking a deep breath, he took a step back from his wife. "Something."
They stayed up at the hall for another hour before Mirajane wanted to head home, Laxus muttering under his breath that she better take a long look at the place, because she was not going to be back until after she gave birth and Mirajane only blissfully ignoring his threats much the same as she always did in any situation.
"How are you morons still here?" he grumbled when he found Freed furiously scrubbing up blood, Lisanna and Bickslow furiously trying to hide from the wrath of Evergreen and Elfman respectively, and the seith's babies, now back in their bodies, zooming around at high speeds, apparently bored with the others and deciding to find their own fun. "I mean, honestly?"
Mira seemed thrilled, though tired, to find them all hanging around. And Gramps was back, as he stayed with them in those days, returning from whatever morning retiree things he had going on (nothing; he just hated hanging around the house with Laxus), but he hardly peeked his head out of his room, only doing doing so to shake his head at the mess and tell Mirajane that she should force Laxus to clean it all up.
But Laxus only went to sit on the couch, listening at the accusations and explanations started.
Something about glass and Bickslow's dolls and Elfman breaking things and the stench of liquor in the air wasn't so and so's fault, instead it was the other so and so's and bleh.
Just bleh.
"Really,," Lisanna began as Mira sat at Laxus' side, leaning up against him at times, taking it all in, "it's all your husband's fault."
Now the slayer caught that.
"Excuse me?" he asked with a glare. "How is it my-"
"He said," the youngest Strauss went on, "that we didn't have families and therefore knew nothing about taking care of Torren. You know, when he gets here."
"Yes, Mirajane," Freed finally spoke up, finished, it seemed, with the scrubbing of the floor. "What happened with your contractions? Are you not having the child today?"
As she shook her head, she only said, "No, but dragon, did you really say that?"
"Natsu said you were having the baby, not me."
"Laxus-"
"I didn't tell them that," he finally grumbled. "I told them that they knew nothing about family and-"
"And you do?"
"Mira-"
"Laxus, you don't even know what happened to your mother," she pointed out. "And your father tried to kill you. And Master-"
"I am home and I can hear!"
Mira smiled, off towards the hall where the yell came from. "Master did the best he could, is what I was going to say."
"So?" Laxus was beginning to get uncomfortable. "What's your point?"
"Me and Elfman and Lisanna had each other. Always. And before...before our parents always took care of us. Very well. So we already know more about family than you did," she pointed out as he only glared off.
Lisanna and the bandaged Elfman both nodded as Mira continued.
"And Freed, Ever, and Bickslow might not have had...the best lives before, but they're certainly a family to one another. Now. Even when you were an asshole to them, they always had one another. So they know more about it than you do too, I bet."
"Yeah!" Bickslow was quick to nod himself. "And my babies, Mira."
"How could I forget?" Especially when one was resting on her shoulder. "Bickslow is a very good father-"
"Don't," Freed sighed as Evergreen only rolled her eyes, "get him started."
"And Fairy Tail? It's a big family,," Mira went on. "And-"
"Okay, demon, I get it."
"Let me finish." Then she smiled around at all of them, ending on her husband as she said, "And the seven of us are a family to one another. Are we not?"
"Yes," Lisanna was quick to say while Bickslow and Freed both looked off, shrugging a bit. Elfman muttered something about how manly families are and Evergreen again repeated her statement of how dramatic and tiresome dealing with the other woman was.
"See?" This was enough of an answer for Mirajane, it seemed. "Laxus?"
Huffing a bit, he still refused to look at any of them, there, standing around in his living room, as he remarked, "I didn't mean it and you numskulls know it. Of course we're...we're..." And he sounded pained, but it still go out. "Of course we're family."
This was enough for Mirajane, ti seemed, as Laxus was finally allowed to escape, off to the kitchen with Freed, to finish discussing what they had been before while the other four stayed out in the living room with Mirajane, one asking about the baby, two arguing over just what constituted a favorite uncle, and the third debating whether or not she could pull off pilfering some more of her idol's alcohol.
"I suppose you are disappointed?" Freed asked him eventually. "That I did not make it down to the hall with you?"
"No," Laxus sighed, glancing out into the living room. "Someone had to stay here with those idiots. Or else they might have killed one another. Not to mention, it kept them from bothering me and Mirajane. Which is the last thing I want, when the baby does get here."
Bowing his head in agreement, the rune mage said, "They are...easily distracted, after all."
"After," Laxus agreed, "all."
And over dinner that night, which he and Freed went out to get not long after, of which all of them stayed and Master came out of his bedroom to join them having, Laxus had to admit with what to most looked like a grimace and yet was most certainly a smile at the sight of Bickslow and Elfman arguing over a drumstick while Lisanna and Ever both tried to remain neutral in the situation (which in Lisanna's case was to show no bias in her love for both and Ever to demonstrate her distaste for the two men equally) and Freed and Mira attempted to intervene peacefully, all knowing, in the end, the drumstick was most certainly the former Master's because, in Mira's house, every thing was, that even though they irked him to no end and were certainly at times the bane of his existence, they were his family.
After all, were those not all the qualifications?
#Miraxus#Bixanna#Elfever#Freed Justine#Team Natsu#Fairy Tail#Fanfiction#Thunder Legion#Thunder God Tribe#Thunder Strauss Tribe
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alright, you want me to refresh your memory? because here is mine, or at least to the best of my ability. i honestly forgot a lot of it. like i forgot you held my hands until i heard you mention it, and you’re right that was shitty of me to stab you in the back after you were so nice. you knelt before the crowd and looked into my eyes. the lights were all on and we were all sweaty and our flaws in extra bright view. i forgot about the part where you said you would kill someone for me. it was all so overwhelming but i remember my friend pointing out how awesome all the weird creepy sexy things you said to me were. and in front of everyone. witnesses galore. i sound like such a dumb groupie bitch, i know. i make a lot of shit up in my head, and i’m very open about that, but this definitely happened. i remember being embarrassed that i was hogging all your time and that some people were behind me waiting to talk to you. i didn’t want to keep you and i don’t know, i was a 23 year old child then the same way i am a 32 year old child now like. you made me blush and laugh and feel at a loss for words, and all i wanted to do was say i was sorry for being such a cunt that day. i don’t know where the fighting stops and the flirting begins, in general but especially with you, especially that night. i spent the last three years chasing a girl that’s just like you, but smaller and meaner, except i guess at least you had the balls to admit to recognizing me. well, back then you did anyway, and only after you lost commitment to the ruse of this oblivious demure persona. i don’t know anything about you anymore. you faded out with all the rest of the slimebags that tried to take a swing at me and missed, and i considered you history long before i considered you at all again. it never occurred to me you would not only remember that night but recount the details of it song after song in an album i had no idea existed for years. you even went out of your way to rectify these things you once said to shame me just so you could slam me in other ways, making sure to call my face pretty so i would never get to make it about that again. look, i’m not the one who used a platform full of doting fans that line up waiting to suck your dick to call someone vomit-face and have them all attack at a moment’s tweet. that was you. you can write all the lyrics about it you want and then go on to deny who and what you’re really talking about like seriously, i could give a fuuuuck. i’m not here to harp on some stupid internet fight we had a decade ago, you’re one of the several thousand dudes that has called me fat and ugly and gross and whatever else, very original. i mean i guess if anything it gave me the know-how to walk into open mics and rap battles and not fear a single motherfucker in the room. i wanted you to possess me too, though. you made time stop and everyone in the room disappeared but us, and everyone stared at you in awe as you spoke with such drama and vigor while i panicked about seeming bratty and demanding of your time (i know.) i remember wanting to lurk around smoking outside but it was raining and we had to catch the subway. i had shitty mixed feelings about how you couldn’t admit to what you said, especially after that weird sexy deep toned way you told me an inch from my face, admit to me what you said. especially after the show you put on for everyone, the loud animated way you spoke, probably more words you had said that entire tour. i wanted more of you and didn’t know how to get it, didn’t quite know how to reach for it, and i have a tendency to be a little blunt and rough around the edges with my words, the way i describe and remember things. if i read that piece i wrote now i would think it was snotty and uncalled for too, which is also why i pulled it years ago. i pulled you out of my mind years ago, and successfully at that. now i am stuck to a girl that doesn’t want me either, and i follow her like a starving dog no matter how hard she ignores me, and i’m like how did i get over anyone ever? honestly, i don’t ho around shows, i just Happen to fall for musicians and people that call me a pretty idiot and roast me even better than my own family does. you just happened to circle back into the atmosphere, blinking on my radar across a fog that i like to keep you in. now i can’t stop looking back over my shoulder at it, and i’m begging my soul not to become attached again. my obsessive nature will be the death of me and i may as well at least try to wait a little longer to die. you took pieces of songs i wrote and repeated them back in a slower version of the same melody, replied to specific things i said in an array of online spaces over the course of several years, and it was only by chance that i found it all this time later. your other records weren’t available to stream and i had no other choice but to hear whatever it was you had to say once you had already destroyed my fantasy hero version of you. i resisted for so long because i didn’t want to know you anymore, i didn’t want to hear anything you had to say or look at anything you did beyond the things that once brought me comfort in a long stretch of my life that was nothing but rotting solitude. i remember thinking it was fucked up how you took that away from me and also being like fuck you, you don’t get to take the soundtrack to my youth away from me just because you’re a bag of dicks in real life, even if it is specifically to me. i know you can write me off as some wackjob all you want but honestly, how many other girls are going up to you like hey, remember me? i’m the fat ugly retard you wrote about! i could see if they were nice things you said maybe, and maybe some of them were nice, or as nice as one can be in the same line as calling me a dummy and the scum under your shoes or whatever. and look, i’m not trying to get you in trouble with your girl, i got my own to worry about. she’s gonna read this and get pissed at me for it and not admit that she’s pissed but still expect me to know that she is and then still act like i’m invisible. okay? like i got way more stupid shit to preoccupy my time with, way bigger delusions of grandeur to la la around in, to fuck up my life over, and if i look at you again i’ll turn to stone. i can’t believe you turned me into this teenager all over again, i hate you for it. i want to slam my bedroom door in your face in a raging rebellion and then turn around and be like, but do you want to know my theory on the real reason bitcoin is experiencing such volatile highs and lows? i see nerdy shit you’re into and am tempted to buy it, buckets with darth vader on it and dumb stuff like that. like there is something inside of me that lights up and wants to give you toys to make up for your shitty childhood, and i’m just grateful to have enough restraint not to actually purchase it, box it up and mail it to you. like, if anything i should mail you a severed head, but no. you did something fucked up to the wires in my brain and instead of sending flaming bags of shit at your door i’m checking to see what you might like if you ever do make the nice list. but let’s be real, even if you made the nice list you would just burn it up in flames along with everyone else’s gifts bc you are the self-professed maniac after all. even when i heard that one recently i was like oh my god i’m the one you lost your cool with, i’m the one that triggered the monster inside. my mom just told me there’s a dr. phil episode with a girl that thinks a guy programmed messages through the radio of her car so i’ll probably just watch that and re-evaluate my entire life as i know it. goodnight, complete and total figment of my wild imagination. if i ever do see you again i hope you are brave enough to hold onto my hands like that again one day.
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