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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Miss maaam 👉👈 this bitch is depressed and horny for erwin 🥺 hahhahahahahahha if its ok with you, can we have erwin taking care of sad y/n and by taking care i mean you know a hot and gentle SMUT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

As always, thank you for always feeding us erwin simps 🙇

You must be that one anon who's horny for Erwin 24/7 and I relate with SO FUCKING MUCH AHAHAHAH

im so sorry this took so long BUT I NEVER FORGET the awesome asks you submit uwu

also im depressed and horny too (+ tired af fndehjeiwj) but this site needs more erwin smut like wtf is wrong with the fandom, it's summer, GET PRODUCTIVE Y'ALL

Pairing: Erwin x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

Trigger Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, spitting kink, daddy kink, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, oral f and m receiving, erwin's monster cock, it's dirty af and it turned out bigger than I thought I AM HORNY OK? SUE ME ALSO IT'S UNEDITED!

Taglist: @hopeless-daydream3r @syrma-sensei @slavanimesimp @nighttimescribbles @nathalunalune @antoxsmith @macyomoiji @dassmyname @shrekisshrimpthesimp @killerbananas

"My sweet angel."

His voice dripped with honey as he pressed kisses all over your exposed neck. You threw your head back for him to kiss and bite gently, leaving small, stinging marks that weren't going to last all that long on your neck. It had been another terrible Expedition and half the regiment didn't make it back, so all you two needed now was each other.

Your Commander looked so strong above you. So big, hovering all over your body as he kissed on your skin and nibbled on your soft flesh leaving goosebumps run up your spine. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, meeting his heavily muscled back and shoulders. You dug your nails in his skin when he planted a particularly rough bite and you gasped.

"Need you," you purred against his ear and he let out a soft chuckle.

He pulled back, capturing your lips in his own, kissing soft and sweet while his arms explored your naked body. He gripped your hips, your waist, your breasts that were pressed against his chest. He took a nipple between his rough fingers and he started rubbing.

"Please!" You whined against his lips, but your protests fell on deaf ears as he kissed you again, making sure to bruise your lips with his own, sucking on your tongue. He pulled back, leaving you breathless. He pressed his forehead against your own, staring at you with those bright blue eyes that you adored.

He brushed his rough thumb across your wet lower lip. A mixture of spit lingered there, making this thumb slide with ease. "So fucking beautiful..." he whispered against your lips and your cheeks grew bright red.

You parted your pretty lips, taking his thumb in your mouth. Holding his hand with your own, you lapped and sucked on his thumb and when you were done with it, you took his index and middle fingers in your mouth, doing the same to them and fuck you had no idea what you were doing to him.

"Good girl..." he took his thoroughly wet fingers out of your mouth before bringing his hand down, settling between your legs, finding your clit that throbbed for attention. Your breath hitched at a single brush of his fingers against it. "So sensitive... so wet..."

"Need you, daddy, please-"

You didn't get to finish the sentence when he felt him slide a finger inside your tight hole that convulsed around the thick digits. You moaned shamelessly, trying to hump it.

"Is this where you need me, darling?" He tried to play innocent. But he just loved hearing you say it. He loved watching you get all flustered, stumbling on your words till you could barely form a single comprehensible sentence.

"Y- Y- Yes, d- daddy, please..."

"Use your words, sweetheart. I know you're a smart girl." He met your spot with the pad of his finger and your back arched slightly. A high-pitched moan left you and a devilish grin spread across his lips. That was the spot that he was going to use all night to make you cum over and over, screaming for him.

"Need your cock, daddy... need it inside me, please, daddy, I've been a good girl, haven't I? Always want to be your good girl..." you bit your lip. The heat on your cheeks, unbearable as you tried to keep eye contact. You couldn't look anywhere else unless he told you so.

He pulled his finger from inside you and you whined in protest but he pecked your lips, shushing you. "I know, y/n. Such a good girl for me. But I need to prepare that tight cunt of yours, don't I? Don't want to break my baby just yet."

He pulled from above you and slipped down, settling between your legs and grabbing your hips. He threw your legs on his shoulders and his eyes didn't leave your own until he wrapped his lips around your clit and began to suck.

You threw your head back and your whole body tensed at the instant pleasure. He sucked hard on your clit and he thrust his finger back inside you, finding your spot with ease. He thrust against your spot while he sucked on your clit and he was driving you insane. Tightness began to gather in your belly as you threw your hand on his head, burying your fingers in his golden hair. Hips lifting up to ride his face.

He grunted against your clit before he pushed another finger in, stretching you out, pressing against the sensitive spot over and over. He sucked on your clit and pressed his tongue against it while he watched you come undone.

You let out a cry and you came all over his tongue and fingers. Your legs shook and threatened to close around his head but he forced them apart, lapping at your cum. He let you come down your high, pressing kisses all over your inner thighs, your heaving stomach. He reached back up at you.

His hard cock pressed against your thigh, before he guided himself to your quivering hole and he pushed in, slowly, till he bottomed out. You gasped, your back arched, the sweet sting of him stretching you made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your lips were permanently parted in silent screams that would have echoed through the entire headquarters if you hadn't kept yourself silent.

He spat down on your tongue and he watched you swallow it right away. Your cunt quivered around him so deliciously, he grunted. His cock throbbed inside you. He couldn't wait any more. He started moving. He pulled out, looking down, watching his cock emerge from your pink, wet folds that enveloped him, before pushing himself back in, watching himself pressing snug against your furthest spot.

He always made you feel so full. He always reached the furthest he could go, pressing hard against your cervix, threatening to break into your womb. He could see himself in your belly. He pressed down on the bulge his cock was making in your belly and you cried out. He groaned in the added pressure and he leaned back down to you.

He caught your lips in his own, kissing you sweetly while he thrust slowly at first, swallowing your moans and whimpers.

"S... s' deep, daddy, you're... too deep..." you mumbled against his lips and he all but growled at your needy little statement. Your pathetic little body always struggled to take him, but it just felt so good. No man could fuck you like this.

"You're all mine, y/n." He growled against your lips, picking up the pace of his thrusts, hitting hard against your innermost spots and you dug your nails in his back. Tears started to form on your pretty eyes. He licked them away as they rolled down your cheeks. "Mine."

" 'm yours, daddy! Ah!" You screamed when he started rubbing your clit at the same time. Another orgasm started to form at the pit of your stomach.

"That's right, that's my good girl..." he latched his teeth on your neck, biting hard "...cum for me, y/n."

He pinched your clit between his fingers and another rough thrust brought you over the edge. You screamed in pleasure, cumming all over his cock. He pulled out of you and sat back on his knees. You ignored your shaking body and you twisted your body to sit in front of him, taking his cock in your mouth.

He groaned, rubbing the base while you sucked on the tip and massaged his heavy balls. He came inside your mouth with a hot, salty spurt, and you swallowed all of it. He groaned, grabbing your head, fucking your face till he had no more cum to dump in your throat. He pulled out of your mouth.

A thread of saliva and cum connected your tongue to the tip of his cock and you licked away. He chuckled and cupped your cheek, petting your messy hair, your bruised lips. His cock grew hard again

"My insatiable little girl." he forced his thumb in your mouth and you sucked on it. He kissed your forehead, so very gently as if he wasn't about to fuck you like a bitch in heat. "Get on all fours, darling."

You shivered and you followed his orders immediately. Getting on all fours, thrusting your pretty ass up to him. He smacked your buttcheek and you cried out. Your body knocked forward and you shyly buried your face in his pillow.

"What was that?"

"O- One, sir!"

"Good girl." He smacked your other buttcheek with the same force.

You whimpered. "Two."

He went back to the other cheek, and then the other, throwing successive spanks and having you sobbing by the end of it. Your ass practically burned and it was so beautiful to watch the red imprints of his hands all over the soft skin. Tears ran down your cheeks and dripped on his pillow. You buried your face into it for comfort and a soft sob escaped you.

He brushed his fingers over the awaiting slit of your cunt. Your slick hole, pulsing, waiting to be filled. He thrust two fingers inside you and you whined.

"No! Not your fingers, daddy, please, just want your cock, please, please..."

"Pretty little thing," he nudged your spot, scissoring his fingers hard and fast inside you, hitting on your spot over and over till you were buckling and your hips were pushing yourself back to fuck yourself on his fingers. "I've spoiled you so much with my cock that nothing else really satisfies you, haven't I? Even when I hit your spot like this isn't enough for you, is it?"

He pulled his fingers out of your hole and he thrust his cock inside you hard and deep. Your moans were obscene. He leaned down you, grabbing your hands behind your back and forcing you crash face down on his pillow. His chest met your back, pressing his entire weight on you, his cock, moving an inch deeper as he mounted you like a bitch in heat.

"All you want is a big fucking cock inside that tight cunt..." his hot breath met your ear and you fluttered around him so hard he almost came on the spot "...reaching so deep, I'm practically in your stomach. Isn't that what you want?"

You wept. You've never been so embarrassed in your life. You were so greedy and insatiable and it was all his fault. "Daddy, please, just-"

He caught your hair, knocking your back against his chest as he pulled you both up. Your back made an unnatural arch and his hand found your neck. Fingers slipped around your throat, guiding you to throw your head back against his shoulder. His other hand slipped down to your belly, grabbing your own hand along the way, pressing your hand with his own on your stomach.

"Is that enough for you? You greedy little thing..." he sunk his teeth on your shoulder, giving you a rough bite that would stay there for months.

You gasped at the painful bite, the pleasure of his cock reaching so deep, how restrained he made you feel with his arms all around you. His hand let go of your throat and clamped around your mouth.

His breath met your earlobe. "Don't scream."

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jimlingss · 4 years

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Sugar and Coffee [5]

Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 5.5 OR Chapter 6

➜ Words: 4.2k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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Life won’t give you a break. The moment midterms are complete, you have to begin preparing for finals. While the urge to bury yourself underneath your covers and pull the blanket over your head has lessened, you still don’t want to venture out into the world. But there’s no way to resist the inevitable. You can’t let your schooling go down the drain — it’s the only thing you’ve got going for yourself after all. 5:49 pm. Jungkook: where u at bitch? 5:50 pm. Y/N: im on the toilet asshole 5:50 pm. Y/N: call me a bitch again and ill kill you 5:50 pm. Jungkook: Gross tmi 5:52 pm. Jungkook: can i ask you for a favour tho pls You wash your hands after wiping, flushing and pulling up your pants. 5:54pm. Jungkook: dont leave me on read 5:55 pm. Y/N: clingy much 5:55 pm. Y/N: the hell do you want from me 5:55 pm. Jungkook: lovely as usual 5:56 pm. Jungkook: I need the notes for comm 209 You scoff as you re-read the message. He has some audacity asking for your notes for a class he skipped on a Friday afternoon, probably to hang out with his friends instead. But before you tell him to gladly ‘fuck off’, you’re stopped by an idea. He needs something from you and there’s something you need from him. Now’s the perfect opportunity. “Tempering chocolate?” “Yeah. You want to be a Master Chocolatier, right? This is a great opportunity to teach someone how to do it. They say you know your stuff when you can teach others.” Jungkook rolls his eyes at your shamelessness and how you’re trying to milk him to your advantage. “Somehow I think this far outweighs the favour of me getting your notes.” “Do you want to help me or not?” “Do I want to?” He looks unsure but gives in to your will anyways, or at least he's curious enough to hear your troubles. “What’s your issue with tempering chocolate?” “It just doesn’t temper right. There’s no snap or shine to it.” “Do you measure the temperature with a kitchen thermometer?” “Well obviously, Jeon. Noooo,” you pull out the syllable, voice dripping of sarcasm. “I dip my hand in to tell. Duh! Are you an idiot? What do you think?!” At once, Jungkook’s expression washes over, becoming impassive. He spins around on his heel to walk out the door, but you grab onto his sleeve desperately. “I’m kidding. It’s a joke. Sorry. Help me?” He shifts around to look at you. You’re busy batting your lashes with those eyes of yours, trying to appeal to him — it disgusts Jungkook instead. It makes him feel sick to his stomach that you’re trying to act cute when you’re obviously a brat in disguise. Yet somehow he finds himself in the kitchen on a late Tuesday night anyhow, despite having class early in the morning the next day. “What method do you use?” Jungkook asks with crossed arms as you pull out the right materials, silver bowls, chocolate, thermometers, and a cooking pot. “Which is easier?” “They’re all the same,” he deadpans. Jungkook’s arrogance irritates you but you’re not about to insult him and have him running out of the kitchen, so you restrain yourself and start with the seeding method. You chop the solid chocolate you have into smaller pieces while he watches you in boredom. After a minute, Jungkook pulls out his phone and scrolls through his social media so he can mentally stimulate himself and not have his brain cells dying on themselves. “Only three quarters of it goes into the bowl to be melted,” he says without looking up. If he did, it would occur to him that you’ve already got it prepared and on top of the double boiler too. “I know.” “Do you want me to help or not?” “When I ask for it.” Jungkook’s eyes flicker up. “Well didn’t you ask for my help?” “Not now, Jeon.” You sigh. It was quite profound how quickly the bastard could get under your skin for doing so little. “God, you can be so fucking—” He suddenly puts his hand up to silence you and he sniffs with that big fucking nose of his. “Why do I smell burning?” Jungkook looks over to your pot on the stove and notices it steaming oddly. You follow his line of sight and take your bowl off, hissing at how hot it is. “Careful,” he scolds and looks over. Jungkook nearly facepalms himself into a coma. “Oh my god, you forgot to add water into the double boiler?!” “It’s because you were distracting me!” you shout at him and run over to the sink to add it in. The water begins burning as it hits the hot double boiler, sizzling and smoking even more. Jungkook groans. “You’re supposed to help me, not look at your phone! Maybe I would’ve realized if you actually paid any attention!” “Fine, fine.” You add an inch of water to the double boiler. It’s an improvement. But then as it begins to steam properly with the candy thermometer in the chocolate as you agitate it with a spatula, you look down and your blood runs cold. “Oh shit.” “What?” Jungkook sighs. Frankly, it’s impressive you’ve made it this far into the program. He didn’t know you were such an idiot in the kitchen — you might as well burn the whole place down and he wouldn’t be surprised. “How’d you manage that?” You rush to grab a paper towel, trying to dab the water that got into the bowl. But Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Don’t bother. You have to start again. If you get water into the chocolate, it makes it seize and becomes unstable.” “How do you know that?!” “Do you even read your textbook?” He is appalled and you pull out the cutting board to chop chocolate all over again, starting from the beginning. Jungkook sighs, spinning around his stool as you repeat the steps and put the chocolate over the heat. “You know what the temperature needs to be, right?” “A hundred fifteen. I’m not an idiot.” “I don’t know about that,” he chimes. “You forgot to add water to a double boiler.” Your arm drops to the side, putting the spatula down. “Okay, fuck you. I haven’t seen you actually give me good advice or anything. I asked for your help, not for you to berate me.” “What advice do you need?” His brow cocks upwards. “It’s pretty self-explanatory. Just follow the procedure and you’ve got yourself tempered chocolate!” “I can’t believe I thought you could ever teach me!” you hiss at him. “You’re a condescending asshole.” “Excuse me? Guess who’s with you on a Tuesday night?! I’m an angel for helping you!” “No one asked you to!” you scream back at the top of your lungs. Jungkook scoffs. Any other time where he wasn’t being attacked, he’d recognize that you were returning to your former self, but he still doesn’t appreciate your brattiness. “Are you kidding m— God! What’s burning now?!” Him and that giant nose of his inhales and a delayed moment later, it hits you too. The both of you whirl around to where the chocolate is burning. “You forgot to stir!” “It’s not like you reminded me to! You’re a distraction!” It’s excruciating. Jungkook has a feeling he’s going to be here all night, so he helps you speed up the process. While you clean up the mess, he chops more chocolate. And this time, you both manage to get it in the bowl, stirring, without anything burning whatsoever. The chocolate goes to a hundred fifteen degrees before you remove it from the heat and add the rest of the chocolate you reserved on the side. The temperature is brought down to eighty six degrees and then you put it back on the boiler to melt it all at ninety degrees. A strip test is done, a streak of chocolate made on parchment. And for a whole two minutes, you wait for it to set. But it doesn’t. “What the hell…?” Jungkook is genuinely perplexed and finally, he gets what you’ve been talking about. “See? It just doesn’t work!” He shakes his head, refusing to admit defeat. “It must’ve increased in heat before we added the other chocolate in. Let’s try again.” The pair of you chop chocolate across from each other, silent in your determination. But when you glance up, you see Jungkook’s brows furrowed, thoughts probably lost. You don’t see him serious often — well you do, but you never paid much attention to him before. Not like now. The process is repeated. The chocolate is melted to a hundred fifteen degrees and then decreased down to eighty six as you add in the loose chocolate, and then it’s brought back up again…. But then the temperature begins climbing — faster than you and Jungkook can react. “Fuck, fuck.” The two of you help each other take the bowl off the pot in urgency and then press your burning fingers to your ears before running it under cold water. “It went to a hundred? Do you think it’ll be okay?” “I don’t know. We have to test it.” The strip test is done, but the chocolate never sets. It stays wet. Dull. “Mother fuc—” “We’ll try again,” Jungkook reassures you with a hand on your shoulder. It’s painful having to re-doing everything and going way later into the night than you initially intended. You feel like you’re being driven crazy, but you’re glad Jungkook’s here with you — you know you’re not going insane alone. You look back at your textbook and your notes, making sure you’re doing it right and you hope for the best in the next batch. “It set….but it’s so streaky.” You look up at Jungkook who’s an inch away. He hums and leans down to get a closer look. “It’s bloom. The lipids moved through the cracks of the chocolate.” “You think it’s because the kitchen’s too hot?” “Yeah, we should try to put it in the fridge to cool.” One last attempt is made. It takes twenty more minutes and then it’s put in the fridge. But after the chocolate sets, there’s no shine or snap. Jungkook finds slumped on the floor, spooning chocolate, one of the failed attempts, into your mouth. You’re hugging the silver bowl in your lap like it’s your anchor. “I give up.” It feels like you’ve gone through a thousand batches. The kitchen is an absolute mess — spatulas and tasting spoons littered on the counter, double bowlers and bowls, wasted chocolate everywhere. There’s a sink-full to wash and that alone makes you want to cry. You slurp up more chocolate in an attempt to feel better. “Fuck chocolate.” But why does it have to taste so delicious? “I don’t understand why it’s so hard,” Jungkook admits with a frown. It just doesn’t seem to work with you. “It’s not rocket science. It was fine when I did it.” “Fuck you. You’re not supposed to boast. You’re supposed to help me.” “Was the last two and a half hours not helping you?” he questions. “You just have to watch your temperatures and keep practicing.” “That’s helpful.” “Hey, I’m trying.” Jungkook pisses you off. Everything comes so easy for him. As chocolate destroys you, he’s out here wanting to be a chocolatier. But maybe it suits him — chocolate’s an asshole and so is he. “I’d like to see you try to caramelize sugar as well as I can, or better yet, pipe flowers.” The boy scoffs, looking down at you and your patheticness. You don’t even realize you have chocolate all over your mouth. “That’s easy.” “I worked at a cupcake shop for three summers.” You stand up on your feet, facing him head on. “You think you can beat me in piping flowers?” “I think I can do better than you can temper chocolate.” Jungkook smirks arrogantly, enough to push you off the edge. “Let’s bet on it then!” “Fine. How much?” You have a better idea than money. “Loser has to cover for the winner during the internship in May. Whenever the winner goes on break or makes a mistake.” He scoffs. It’s a big wager but it sounds delightful when he knows you’re going down. “Deal.” // It’s a busy Thursday, but that doesn’t stop any of you. Even after a long day of classes, sitting in lecture halls listening to theory to working in the kitchens, you find yourselves a spare kitchen space afterwards to finally put this all to rest. You won’t tell Jungkook that you practiced all of yesterday by yourself and actually got it to work once — you nearly started to cry out of happiness when the chocolate tempered. “You want me to make this?” Jungkook looks at the picture on your phone. “Yep. I made it last summer using buttercream. They’re peonies. Why? Think it’s too hard?” He scoffs. “As if. Watch, I’ll make it better than you did.” “Uh-huh. Keep talking, Jeon.” Jungkook eagerly takes on your challenge. While you take up half the kitchen, he manages the other half, and the two of you share the center island together. You get your double boiler ready, chopping up chocolate to melt while Jungkook mixes butter, vanilla, confectioner's sugar, and milk together. The fucker doesn’t even use a hand mixer. He simply uses a spoon to make it, blatantly showing off as his veins in his forearm pop. He smirks when he notices you staring and you roll your eyes. Jungkook makes a variety of colours, pastel pinks and baby blues, and puts them into the piping bag as you stir the chocolate over the heat. You focus on the numbers on your thermometer, but out of the corner of your eye, you watch him. He cuts squares of parchment, puts one on a flower stand, adds a small cone of thick buttercream to the paper, and then picks his tip. You muse that he must’ve been doing his studying when he chooses a one twenty seven tip. It’s a straight teardrop shape, and he squeezes while turning the nail wide ends towards the center, narrow end outwards. But he sighs after a moment, hands halting. It’s your turn to smirk. “Not so easy, is it?” His eyes flicker up to glare at you. “Keep a watch on that chocolate before you burn it again, brat.” You scoff, continuing to stir. You keep your heat low so the temperature climbs slowly. In the meanwhile, Jungkook switches his tip out for a one twenty and tries again. You take a glance, and it’s not too bad — still sloppier than yours and he knows it too. After a moment of frustration, he switches to a one twenty two. “You should check the consistency of that buttercream,” you sing-song. “Can’t be too stiff or soft.” “I’m fully aware.” “Are you?” You smile at him, mockingly so. “Just making sure.” Jeon Jungkook doesn’t appreciate you provoking him, but realizes it’s similar to how he treated you. It’s not his fault his forte isn’t in teaching. And yours clearly isn’t either. “A one twenty five?” You scoff. “Are you trying to make a rose or a peony?” Jungkook’s smile is stiff. “What do you suggest I use then?” “Go back to the one twenty seven tip or pick a curved teardrop shape. Also, you’re squeezing too hard too fast, muscle pig.” “I know something else I squeeze too hard too fast,” he mutters as he follows your instructions. “Go fuck yourself, Jeon.” “Didn’t need to spell it out, sweetheart, but that’s exactly what I do every night.” He smirks and you roll your eyes again. “God, you’re going to make me throw up all over my chocolate.” You take it off the heat once it reaches a hundred fifteen degrees, putting the rest of your chocolate in and mixing. You have a good feeling about this batch. Even if it’s your first try of the day too. Usually you’d rush, get too impatient, but it’s entertaining to see Jungkook struggle. Time goes by faster. You mix in your chocolate, bringing the temperature back up again, and you do a strip test when it’s all nicely melted, putting it in the fridge. All there’s left to do is wait a few minutes now. You come back, dusting your hands off, feeling confident. Meanwhile, Jungkook is still piping flowers with his thick brows furrowed, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he concentrates. “It’s taking you a while there, Jeon.” “Whatever.” He sighs, resting his hands on the counter as he rolls his neck. “You had a full three hours practicing with me on Tuesday. This is the first time in a while that I’m piping, alright? Give me a break.” “Uh-huh. All I hear are your excuses. Less talk, more work.” You grab some parchment and an icing bag he’s left abandoned in a cup. With a flower needle, you begin piping yourself to pass the time. It’s actually one of your favourite things to do — it’s therapeutic. You can listen to the sound of your own breathing and the crinkling of the piping bag while you make literal flowers from your hands. You break out of your focus to find Jungkook watching you intently. Your arm extends, showing off your flower with pride. “Pretty, right?” The icing flower has perfect ruffles and petals. It looks real, and by the expression he has, he’s already aware. Jungkook grumbles incoherently and returns back to work, making you giggle. You take another piece of parchment, but this time you steal a spatula-full of his blue icing and put it in the pink bag to make two-tone flowers. And you pipe them on, spinning the flower nail, as it comes to you with ease. You listen to the crinkling of the icing bag, your heartbeat in your own ears, the white noise of the quiet kitchen, and Jungkook’s breathing. You’re not sure what compels you, perhaps a sudden urge, but you quietly blurt— “I never stole your millie cake recipe.” “What?” His eyes flicker up and Jungkook finds you concentrating on piping, not paying him any mind. “The September incident,” you murmur out of the corner of your mouth. “I never stole your mirror glazed blueberry whatever millie cake recipe like you think I did.” Maybe you’re telling him because things are different now. You know he won’t jump down your throat and accuse you otherwise, for lying, or trying to cover yourself. Won’t denounce you. Bark out in laughter. Your relationship with Jungkook has become strange recently — you think it’s something other people would call a friendship. But you thought he should know. Just in case he still hates you for it. You know you don’t hate him so much anymore. “You threatened to go up to the Dean and expel me, remember?” Your pupils flicker up for a moment. Jungkook recalls it clearly — the confrontation in the kitchen, the fight that broke out, how you slapped him, how he was planning to do everything possible to get you expelled. How you were ostracized over the rumours for weeks until people forgot and moved on as they naturally did. But you and Jungkook never did. You always both remembered. “I went to Mrs. Ahn before she left on maternity leave. I was stuck — didn’t know what to add to my portfolio, so I asked her. And she gave me your recipe as a reference. Told me to give it a try. Gain inspiration from it.” You put your hands down, connecting your eyes with his. Jungkook is rendered speechless. “And that was when I saw you…?” “Yep. You busted into the kitchen without letting me explain and accused me of stealing your shit when I didn’t even know it belonged to you. I didn’t know you were the one who came up with it.” “Why…” He shakes his head, frowning deep enough that it hurts. “Why didn’t you say anything?” “You didn’t deserve it. The truth. I knew I was right and I was so….so mad that you could accuse me of stealing, that I could even be capable of such a thing. I wanted you to bring it up to the Dean. I wanted you to do it so you could be embarrassed when you realized what actually happened.” It’s all in the past now. Your anger doesn’t surge as much anymore, but you can still recall a time when you felt utterly enraged he could think so lowly of you — a time when Jungkook didn’t deserve your explanation, so you slapped him. In hindsight, it was probably a bad decision on your part. You escalated the situation when it didn’t need to and it spiraled out of control. You’re at fault for being rash and impulsive as much as he is. “It wasn’t like I was going to use it anyway,” you mutter with a sigh and pick up a new square of parchment to continue piping. “For inspiration or whatnot, much less add to my own portfolio. I swapped the blueberries for blackberries, and it turned out to be disgusting. I messed up on the glaze part too.” You muse, “Chocolate’s never been nice to me.” Jungkook absolutely baffled. Bewildered. All of this hatred against each other was caused by a misunderstanding. All of it which could’ve been avoided. “I—” “Wow, are you kids practicing your techniques?” Miss. Kang is at the door, visibly impressed as she regards you both. “And here I was on my way home. You two are so diligent! And look at you both working together like this! I always knew you put your differences aside and be friends.” “You have great timing, Miss. Kang.” You smile at her. “Jungkook and I were just having a friendly contest. Would you like to be our judge?” “Sure. I think I can spare a moment or two.” She steps in, looking around. “What are we doing here? Looks like someone was tempering chocolate and you’re….piping! Goodness, me. Did you make those, Y/N? They’re very lovely.” “Thank you.” You grin, beaming from the praise of your piping skills. “But the contest was me tempering chocolate against Jungkook piping.” You move over to the fridge, taking out the metal tray with your strip test. You hand it to her, and she hums. “Very shiny, and it slides right off the parchment!” she exclaims. For the final examination, the young female teacher bends the chocolate and it audibly snaps. You could burst out into cries of happiness. “Looks tempered to me.” You look over at Jungkook, head quirked to the side, wearing a big smile that’s infectious enough to make him grin too. “Here’s my piping.” He places the parchment on the counter and she leans over to study it, humming. “Not too bad, Jungkook. A little messy around the edges, but I’d say a job well done. If this was an actual exam, I’d give you full marks.” Jungkook cocks a brow towards you, sly smirk on his face. You step forward. “So which is better?” “Well, it’s very difficult to judge on tempering chocolate and piping since they’re two completely different things. I’d say it was equal.” “If you had to pick one?” you ask, desperate for a winner to be proclaimed. Miss Kang hums a long note. You and Jungkook are put in suspense, anticipating her final decision. She taps her chin, deciding to chew on your chocolate as she studies the flower. Finally, the teacher nods. “I can’t complain about the chocolate — it’s a hundred percent tempered. But I can say the piping needs a little more work, so…” “I win!” You give Jungkook a cheeky grin causing him to scoff lightly. “It was a stroke of luck.” “Keep telling yourself that, Jeon.” “It’s a tie,” he insists, “She said only if she had to pick.” “That’s true.” Miss. Kang backs him up before you can retort. But you still pout. “Sore loser. I win and you know it.” “Hmmm.” Jungkook playfully shakes his head. “Don’t think so. Let’s just call it even, Y/N.” “Nuh-uh. That’s not how it works!” The pair of you argue back and forth — yet there’s no real malice. It’s simply banter and it causes Miss. Kang to laugh. She bids her farewell and quips that you both better get the kitchen clean. In the end, Jungkook compromises. He still insists it’s a tie but he does the hard work of cleaning the dishes and you give into his will. As you prepare the mop water, he scrubs the bowls. “I’m sorry,” Jungkook pipes up after a second of quiet contemplation. He turns his head to look at you. “For the misunderstanding.” “You don’t have to be sorry.” You divert your vision elsewhere. “Not anymore. You’ve given me more reasons to be thankful. So we’ll call this even.” Jeon Jungkook smiles softly. “Deal.”

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