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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃

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(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 quick lovemaking after a long day at work...

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! black woman who uses she/her pronouns. established relationship (husband!wife), chubby!reader, non sorcerer modern au. usage of profanity, masturbation, spooning position, mating press (towards the end) praise kink, spit kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampie, terms of endearment — sweetheart, angel, dear, baby, my love, etc. a quickie, but very soft and sensual. kento is just a very h*rny man who craves his wife's touch. this has slight plot but it’s pretty fast paced! 2.6k word count.

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hey y'all. this will be my last fanfic of the year, and of course it's my husband kento. i was inspired by this five second clip. don't even know who that is, but i was like whew. ART CREDIT — ilameys via twitter. be prepared for this to be a husband!wife series. who knows? hehe. don't have much to say, but i hope y'all enjoy. HAPPY NEW YEAR. 🥂 interactions would be greatly appreciated. ♡ eighteen plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. available to read on ao3

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𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬—again. It was probably the fourth time this week doing so. Being a salaryman wasn't easy. Long shifts. Lack of sleep. Barely having the time to tend to his personal life. This was a lifestyle that Nanami was used to and ultimately okay with. However, that all changed when he met his beautiful wife, Y/N. She was his joy. Everything he did was for the sake of their future together, but along the way, he couldn't help but feel as if he was neglecting her.

Although work can be crazy at times, this week was busier than usual, causing his time with Y/N to be limited. He missed her dearly. The most time he had with her this week was fifteen minutes in the morning while eating breakfast or when she would bring his lunch to him at work. Whatever time spent, he was sure to cherish. But the personal joys they did together, such as reading books, going to museums, or a stroll in the city, is what he really wanted.

Nanami looked forward to the weekend because he knew he would use off time to make up for lost time with Y/N.

He returned home, and to his surprise, a plate of food was on the table, wrapped up and awaiting his arrival. He cursed himself for allowing this to happen again. Eating meals were his staple with Y/N, especially dinner since it would just be them talking about how their day went.

After heating up the food to eat, which tasted just as good as if it was freshly made, he went to shower in the guest bathroom downstairs so he wouldn't wake up Y/N. As he was showering, his thoughts got the best of him.

What if she leaves me? I wouldn't be surprised if she finds someone else to give her the attention she deserves.

Why was Nanami thinking this way? He didn't know. But his thoughts soon became lewd. Fuck, he desperately needed Y/N. It's been almost a week since they had sex. Her pussy was his home, and he yearned for her comfort.

He missed the taste of her arousal lingering on his tongue. How she wrapped around him, moaning his name. He was deprived of Y/N's touch and only wished it was her who was currently stroking his cock for him. She did a much more suitable job. The two-hand twist combo she does—yeah, he needed that. Nanami knew he wouldn't be able to control himself the next time he had an opportunity fucking his wife.

His strokes increased with the thought of Y/N in mind. Her beautiful full, saggy tits that he enjoyed putting his dick in between. He took his time to cherish her thick body with kisses, outlining every stretch mark with his tongue. Her ass, decorated with cellulite and waves resembling the ocean, would form when she took him from the back. His favorite place to hold was her love handles. She was slightly insecure about them, but Nanami vowed to handle them with extra love.

She was simply perfect.

Seeing her kneel before him to suck him off, pretty plush lips parting around his cock. Gosh, why were these thoughts flooding his mind? Maybe that was why he was moaning Y/N's name low enough so only he could hear. He needed to fuck her. His dick was aching for her pussy. It only took Nanami thinking about how ethereal she looked while cumming before a spray of his bitters hit the shower wall. His grunts were low yet harsh, nearly gasping for air. Such a satyromaniac he was.

Once Nanami was done with his shower and masturbation session, he went upstairs to join Y/N in bed. Before doing so, he stood in the doorframe to watch her peacefully sleep. She was so damn beautiful. Living in a high-rise condo had its perks, and witnessing how the moonlight descended upon her dark brown skin was one of them. Even nature was captivated by Y/N's beauty. Sometimes Nanami even questions how he was so blessed to marry a woman like her?

He watched Y/N a bit longer before walking to the dresser to grab briefs to wear. Nanami's preparation for bed included moisturizing his skin and spraying Y/N's favorite cologne that she gifted him—Bleu de Chanel. After doing his quick routine, he quietly slipped into bed to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek and have his arms find her waist to take comfort. Spooning her was a feeling Nanami would never grow weary of.

As he slowly intertwined his fingers with Y/N, he felt her bringing his hands to her lips to place delicate kisses.

"Hi, Ken. You're home," Y/N said softly in her sleepy voice. Even so, she sounds sweet.

"Hi, my love. I'm sorry for waking you."

"No, it's okay, baby. I was waiting for you anyways—" She yawns, "but I kind of dozed off."

He sat up a bit to look at her while talking. "It's only my own fault for returning home late. However, I told you not to wait for me, sweetheart. I don't want you to lose sleep because of me."

"It's okay, Kento—I want to." Y/N rested her hand on his cheek to gently brush her thumb on his bottom lip. Even through heavy eyes, she looked at him with such tenderness. Nanami held Y/N's wrist to lean into her touch. This is what he looked forward to when coming home.

She continued,

"How was your day?"

"It wasn't too bad. I have no complaints about how I'm ending it," he replied with a small smile.

"Did you eat the food I left on the table?"

"I did. It was delicious. Thank you, dear."

"Anything for you." While massaging his bottom lip, she puckered her own to ask for a kiss, which Nanami happily gave.

The first few smooches started innocently, becoming familiar with the sweetness of her raspberry-flavored gloss that she always wore to bed. But Nanami's urges tempted him to do more. He left gentle kisses on Y/N's face before trailing down her neck. The kisses were filled with libido, nipping on her flesh to pull those faint whimpers from her chest. The sound alone had adrenaline rushing to his cock.

Nanami reached under the covers to ascend his hand up her nightgown to massage the plushness of her ass, slowly creeping his fingers between her folds. She pulled off the covers so he could have better access to feel her pussy, opening her legs up.

Y/N's wetness caused Nanami to curse against her skin, yet he felt selfish for waking her up for his sexual desires. So he began to pull away.

"I'm sorry, my love. You're tired. We shouldn't be doing this."

She pulled him back to her lips. "No, Ken, please. I need you, baby. Just a quick one from the side, okay?"

How could he say no to that?

He kissed her passionately, immediately forcing his tongue to the back of her throat. In between smooches, Nanami told Y/N how much he loved and missed her, pulling down his briefs to give himself a few strokes. He lifted her leg up to swipe his dick along her heated wetness. She moaned into his mouth, which he devoured while aligning himself with her entrance to push his way through.

Y/N nipped on his bottom lip to let out a lingering whine upon feeling her pussy split open. A week feels like forever since they were engulfed in each other's warmth. However, for Nanami? He just knew he would bust quickly.

Being inside Y/N felt like sitting on a cloud. No worries. Just peace. Her juices produced heat that could keep his cock warm on a cold day in the city. Nanami continued to slide in her walls until his tip met with that sweet spot that made her a mewling mess. Upon the meeting, he began thrusting.

He hooked Y/N's leg over his forearm as he pounded her pussy. The tips of his ears burned red due to hearing those soft sounds of pleasure airing past her lips. The gushing of her pussy acted as a harmony that resonated with the moans she was already producing. She croaked, no begged Nanami to fuck her harder because she was just as deprived of him.

Nanami had no complaints about working his thigh muscles. Hearing Y/N desire him always motivated him to deliver her climax sooner. There was something about fucking her wet fat pussy that made him hornier than usual. Perhaps thrusting past Y/N's puffy folds decorated with strands of hair had something to do with it? He couldn't explain it, but the hair on her pussy added an extra pleasure that he loved.

He gave her a sensual smooch, then ghosted his lips over hers to watch her eyes light up in great delight.

"Ken—this feels so good," Y/N purred.

"No, you feel so good. I miss you so much. You've been such a good girl keeping this pussy nice and warm for me. You're squeezing me perfectly."

"I love you."

His dick twitched. "Fuck, I love you, too, sweetheart. My perfect angel."

His drive now resembled a wild animal. He didn't know where to place his hands. One minute they were rubbing her tits, the next it was toying with her clit. Nanami was fucking Y/N as if there was no tomorrow, balls slapping against her ass. The sounds of her pussy gushing began to heighten in volume. Anyone listening would think it was a steamy porno video, but it was just two lovers making sweet love to each other.

If Y/N was tired before, she was definitely awake now. Despite that, she knew this quick fuck would put her to sleep. She loved his dick. So long and girthy, every inch filling her insides to feel the veins engrave her walls. Y/N wasn't the one to boost a man's ego by saying her pussy was theirs, but she would scream at the top of her lungs to let the world know it was Nanami's.

Being a good husband and good dick will definitely have you this way.

Y/N pulled her tits out of the nightgown she was wearing. Without asking, of course, Nanami swallowed her breast to suck while fucking her. With every thrust he took, her nerves increased. It would only take a few more until she came over his cock. Her moans were breathy yet clear. Lips held agape while droplets of drool coated the side of her mouth. Her pussy clenched and unclenched Nanami, stuck between not wanting to let go and almost ready to let go.

After sucking on her tits, Nanami detached from them with a pop to look at Y/N. How could someone look this beautiful while being stuffed with cock? He was close to cumming from just watching her, but feeling her? Pussy painting his dick white? The juices leaking between her thighs and remnants on his balls, their sheets? His eyes rolled back at the sensation. If Nanami didn't know any better, his toes were also curling.

"I'm sorry for being away from this for so long, sweetheart. Fuck, I can't stress enough how amazing you feel. How are you this wet?"

"It's okay, baby," Y/N whimpered. Why does she sound like that? It's like her voice was filled with honey.

He nodded, giving her soft smooches. "Yeah, it's okay? Hm?"

"Y-Yes, Ken. I-I'm so close. 'M want more."

He slammed into her pussy at full force while rubbing mercilessly at her needy bud. He began moaning her name and calling her a good girl for taking him so well. Their brown irises were blown with pure lust as they held contact with each other. Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer. She stuck out her tongue, and Nanami never expected he had a spitting kink until he met Y/N. He allowed a long string of spit to drip into her mouth before meeting her lips again.

The kiss was sloppy, loud, and obnoxious. The power in his thrusts was beyond him. Y/N's pussy just felt too good not to fuck like this. Pussy like this was bound to make him a satyromaniac. Pussy like this makes him want to breed her.

"This pussy is so good, angel. I want to fuck my cum deep inside you and make you a mommy. Would you like that?" Nanami rasped.

"Oh God, yes. Yes, Kento. Please cum in my pussy. Make me a mommy." Y/N's hand trailed down his spine, stopping at his lower back to pat repeatedly. She was there. She was—"Baby, keep fucking me like this. I'm cumming."

"Fuck, Y/N."

He quickly pulled out to turn Y/N on her back to pin both her thighs back as far as they could. Before Nanami slid back in, he slapped his cock on her clit to hear that pretty sure of her pussy gushing. The feeling of returning inside her was even warmer than before. Nanami pounded into her at a steady pace but ensured every thrust was passionate. Hearing Y/N scream out his name only gave him more motivation.

She gripped the sheets beneath her doing her best to take this deep fucking from Nanami. To have the energy to fuck like this after a long day at work was mind-blowing to Y/N. But not as blown as her pussy. She whimpered through every last thrust until her vision blurred and tears pricked the corner of her eyes. She stared at Nanami. He always fucks her well. However, this? This was more than usual. What's gotten into him? Why was he fucking her like this?

"Ken…" came out as a faint whisper.

She orgasmed.

While looking into his crisp brown eyes, she saw stars. Her walls were contracting uncontrollably around him. Seven minutes of being fucked into oblivion of ecstasy. Words couldn't even come through due to them tangling in her throat. Just breathy moans that were hitched. She repeatedly mouthed, "Thank you, I love you," because that's how she truly felt. Fucked and in love.

And it didn't take a while for Nanami to follow behind.

As he continued to fuck Y/N through her orgasm, squirt splashed between them and leaked down their sheets. Heat rushed to the center of his face. An overflow of his cum shot through the tip of his cock to flood her pussy. Harsh curse words sinfully slipped through Nanami's lips as soon as his release came, but his powerful thrusts didn't stop. He wanted to ensure he milked every last bit of his seeds in Y/N as deep as possible. Nanami was very serious about making her a mother.

The coiled moans finally unravel in Y/N's throat upon feeling his heated cum ooze in her pussy. She continued by expressing gratitude for the long-needed orgasm she yearned for.

Nanami eventually halted his thrusts to allow his cock to get cozy in her pussy. He unpinned her thighs to let them wrap around his waist, and she did the same with her arms to pull him into a passionate kiss. While swirling tongues, Nanami slowly pulled out, to which they shared a final moan.

Y/N felt complete with the amount of cum marinating in her pussy. And when remnants attempted to leak out, Nanami would swirl his finger inside of her to push them back in. She knew this would definitely be enough to get her pregnant.

After a few more kisses, Nanami rolled on his back to let out a heavy breath. He pulled Y/N onto his chest to kiss her forehead softly.

"Was I too rough with you toward the end?"

"Hm, kinda. But honestly—I loved it. I wouldn't mind if you fucked me like that from time to time," Y/N answered.

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

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btsgotjams27 · 10 months

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this is us ~ jjk | 18

you're dreading the meeting in LA, but it's a big city. you're not gonna bump into jungkook, are you?

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, best friend's brother ✨ playlist | ✨ if you haven't read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n: naurrrr--this means the series will be ending soon, but yesss---jk and oc will finally come face to face after a year apart! how will it go down? what's gonna happen? 👀 ✨ a/n 2: thank you to those who have sent in words for the little game. those words will be in bold throughout the rest of the chapters. we still have a podcast episode to celebrate the end of this story and you'll be able to send in questions and comments (a form link will be up when i post the last chapter :')) i'll also have a survey for y'all too :) as always, please leave a like, reblog, send an ask. i'd love to hear your thoughts.

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ drabble ~ dream bigger, darling

chapter eighteen ~ you're seeing things, aren't you? | wc: 10.9k warnings: there will be a lot of talking, mild language, oc’s friends being loveable dummies, light insecurity, heart flutters, language, drinking, sleazy slimeballs, some touching, a slap to the face, unresolved feelings, insecure jk & oc, bamie is hereeee, love confessions, our babies are growing up and taking things slow, they both get on their knees (you'll understand why when u read), delicate first kiss that turns into a heated one, they're both h*rny but remember they're taking thing slow, smol erection bc hello they're together again, jk is tame and controls himself?? (WHUTTTT) but oc needs a lil bit more from him, bittersweet goodbyes (for now)

The impending meeting was coming up at the end of the week. Your agent, Jae, wouldn't take no for an answer and immediately responded to the Netflix executive, saying you’d take the meeting. If the meeting was anywhere else in the world, you wouldn’t hesitate, but the fact that you had to fly out to LA for this made you feel reluctant.

And when everyone heard you’d be in LA, the only topic of conversation was if you were planning to see he-who-must-not-be-named.

"Will you tell Jungkook you're in town?" Hyunie asked as she cut through her French toast covered in Nutella and strawberries. Taehyung leaned over to take a bite from her fork, but she refused to let him have any.

Yoongi sat, wavering his fingers together. “Oh—the plot thickens. Dun, dun, dun.”

He’d become too comfortable knowing your business and complained that he knew too much for his own good. He was cool with you, but his lifestyle was too chill to mesh with everyone else’s dramatics, including yours. Though he works in the movie business, that didn’t mean he wanted his life to be like a goddamn drama.

“Wouldn’t that be weird? To meet up with an ex?” you asked with reluctance as you searched your friend’s faces for any words of advice.

It’d be nice to catch up, you thought, but what if old feelings resurface? Then what? You’d be screwed and have to start from square one again. You had gotten too far to return to the sad, pathetic person you once were.

Hyunie interjects, “Of course not! You’re friends too.”

You deadpanned. “I haven’t spoken to him in over a year–and I’d hardly call us friends.”

Honestly, could you even go back to being just friends? How were you supposed to be friends with your ex-slash-best-friends-little-brother? How can anyone return to being just friends after being with someone like Jeon Jungkook? You could hardly keep your friends now and then to add an ex as a friend? It sounded like a recipe for disaster.

With a mouth full of strawberries, Tae threw in his two cents. “Just go see him. What’s the worst that can happen? You gonna sleep with him?” He smirked and grabbed another bright red strawberry. This conversation amused him for days, making smart comments and occasionally alluding to what the two of you used to have.

“Really, Tae?” You rolled your eyes, sipping your coffee. You’d like to think you had some kind of self-control.

“What? I’m just being realistic here. The two of you probably have all that pent-up sexual frustration, and who knows—you might not be able to contain yourselves if you’re in the same room.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and then bit down his bottom lip, thrusting and slapping the air while in his seat. Hyunie elbowed him in his rib, causing him to groan at the pain. She whispered something indistinct to him, and the two bickered quietly.

You turned to Yoongi. He was always wise and had the right answers. “What should I do?”

You interrupted him just as he was about to sip his coffee. His lips thinned, and he stared blankly at you. “Why are you asking me?”

“Because you’re the most unbiased person here, and you don’t know Jungkook like we do.”

Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t know. Do whatever you want. If you want to see him, go see him. If you don’t, then don’t. It’s as simple as that.”

Everyone turned their attention to you, wondering how you’d respond. It wasn't as simple as Yoongi had said. The weight of your previous relationship with Jungkook wasn’t one where you could simply put it behind you and pretend like you could be friends again. There was too much history, too much hurt—just too much of everything. You tried to convince yourself for months that there were no more feelings.

And you had made so much progress, minus being upset when you heard he was in town—but regardless, you had moved on, and seeing Jungkook again could set you back a few steps.

Yoongi set down his knife and fork and turned to you. “You’re a big girl, and you’ve worked through a lot of things, and if you don’t think you can handle seeing him again, then don’t put yourself in that situation. I'm sure he’d understand.”

“Or—or—you could just fuc—”

Hyunie covered Taehyung’s mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence. “Don’t listen to my crazy husband. Do what you think is best for you, okay?”

After brunch with the crazy lovebirds, you sat in Yoongi’s car, staring aimlessly out the window, and said nothing the entire car ride.

As he pulled up to your apartment complex, you needed to ask him again. “Tell me the truth. What would you do in my position?”

He sighed, and his shoulders slumped. He knew you needed reassurance, but honestly, there was no right answer for this situation.

“Well, considering that I’ve gotten to know you over this past year, I'd say that it’s gonna eat at you day and night if you don’t reach out to him. You’ll wonder, ‘what could’ve been’ or ‘what if I did X, Y, and Z?’ You’re good at compartmentalizing, but I have a feeling ten years down the line, you’re gonna be upset at yourself. So, I don’t know, as I said earlier if you want to see him, go see him. If you don’t, then don’t. Whatever you choose will be the right decision.”

But what was the right decision? You thought of all the possible scenarios that could play out. What if you call to meet up, and he doesn’t want to? Or what if you meet up and it’s awkward? Or what if you meet up and old feelings resurface?

You were thankful for Yoongi and glad he could always be honest with you. With his advice in consideration, along with everyone else’s minus Kim Taehyung’s, you pondered your next move as you tossed and turned in bed.

Should you try and meet up with Jungkook? But you were doing so well. You had deleted his number, photos, and texts, and if you wanted his new number, you’d have to ask Yuna, and you wouldn’t hear the end of it from her if you did.

Maybe it’d be easier to just not try to see him. You were sure he was doing well, living in LA, doing whatever he was doing, seeing whomever he wanted. You just didn’t want to return to feeling insecure and vulnerable, and you had worked so hard to be where you are today. Maybe it’d be better if you didn’t tell him you were in town.

A non-stop flight from Seoul to LA was close to eleven hours, but you wished it was longer. The lower the flight time, the higher your anxiety rises. Los Angeles was a big city, and there was no way you’d bump into Jungkook, right? That’s a ridiculous thought to have. You’d have a higher chance of bumping into a celebrity than your ex. You were just psyching yourself out at this point, and there was no need to because you decided not to tell him you’d be in town.

After eleven hours on a flight and only six hours of sleep, you hoped you’d bump into no one. Your swollen ankles and puffy eyes were horrendous for anyone to see. But here you were—in Los Angeles, where many dreams came to fruition or never saw the light of day, and you were hoping for the latter, whatever that dream may be. You were curious about what Netflix had to offer and if it would require you to move here. Though, you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, thinking about the what-ifs because nothing was set in stone.

Being a huge corporation, Netflix paid for everything—the flight, hotel, and transportation. Not too shabby, especially since they were trying to woo you into whatever job this was. They booked a corner suite at the Conrad Los Angeles, overlooking the city's skyline. The hustle and bustle of city life were similar but different from Seoul and could possibly be a place where you’d have to get used to.

The luxe Mercedes Benz E-Class you were sitting in pulled up behind the slew of cars from other hotel guests. This felt too fancy from anything you were used to, but you weren’t complaining.

You bid your driver farewell and thanked them as he pulled your luggage from the trunk and set it beside you. Just as you grabbed the handle, a driver behind you honked, gesturing for you to move out of the way. You jumped back, your heart racing as the loud horn continued in short outbursts until you stepped onto the hotel’s sidewalk.

God, this city sucks already, you thought, and you hadn’t even been here for that long, either. Brushing off the awful interaction, you breathed a big breath, ready to take on whatever this trip had in store for you.

“Miss? I’ll need a form of ID and a credit card to put on file.”

You handed what the front desk receptionist needed from you. Now, you understood all the buzz and why this was the hot spot. The hotel was gorgeous and a great place to hang out, even if you weren’t a guest.

As the receptionist input your information, your eyes scanned the lobby, taking everything in. A rowdy group of men exited one of the hotel restaurants, entering the lobby. You noticed a man in a monochromatic cream-colored outfit. You appreciate a man who was put together.

After catching a glimpse of him, you could’ve sworn your eyes were deceiving you. No, it wasn’t him. You were seeing things, weren’t you?

This city was far too big for you to end up at the same hotel as your ex-boyfriend, right? Destiny was definitely being a prude and playing tricks on you.

“Here’s your ID and card back. You’re located on the 16th floor, room 1613.”

“Thank you.”

When you grabbed your ID, card, and luggage, you turned around to ensure you were imagining things. The group of men had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. But you shouldn’t be looking for Jungkook anyway. You decided not to tell him you were in town. Wouldn’t you look pathetic going back on your word?

But instead of going directly to your room, you might have ‘taken the long route,’ cruising through the hotel—just to see what they had to offer. Though, who were you kidding? That person definitely looked like Jungkook! Except he had longer hair, and you hadn’t seen any recent photos of Jungkook, so you had no idea if he had shaved his head or had long, glorious hair like Rapunzel.

You would’ve lurked longer, but now you felt super creepy and stalker-ish, and your large rollaway luggage wasn’t helping either. Maybe it was time to give up; you had been looking longer than you should’ve.

If there was one thing that could possibly make up for the shitty interaction from the furious man honking away like there was no tomorrow—it was the view. The city skyline and clear blue skies with only a few scattered marshmallow-type clouds floating around.

The room was too big for just one person, and you weren’t sure what to do with yourself to kill time before your big meeting. So, you quickly freshen up to roam around the five-star hotel. You had nothing better to do, save for the fact that you needed to find that guy again, just to make sure it wasn’t Jungkook.

And as you expected, this hotel was packed with people. The restaurant's decor and view were stunning, to say the least. You didn’t want to keep going back and forth between the various choices of restaurants, so you stuck with the first place you saw, Agua Viva.

A small commotion turned your head; your eyes focused on it for a split second before returning your attention to the host. You cleared your throat, “I’m sorry. Yes, a seat at the bar is great. Thank you.”

You scanned the drink menu, pondering the various choices before you. Alcohol or no alcohol—such a hard decision. Well, considering you were going to an important meeting, it was probably best not to be tipsy, or it could calm your nerves.

“Hello, miss. What’ll you have?”

It was a toss-up between the Tornup Tiki Punch or Flamingo Shuttle. What silly names they were.

“I’ll have a Flamingo Shuttle, please.”

Non-alcoholic it is.

“One Flamingo Shuttle coming right up.”

You tapped on the square napkin before you, swiveling your chair back and forth, taking in the surroundings of light laughter and chatter, before returning your attention to the bartender making your drink.

In a city of 3.8 million people, it was stupid to think you had seen Jungkook. Maybe you just wanted it to be him and desperately tried to speak it into existence. You probably had a better chance of bumping into a Kardashian than Jeon Jungkook.

“Is this seat taken?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before turning around to confirm your suspicions about the familiar voice.

It’s like time stood still; everything and everyone quieted down, and it was only you and him. He was like a stranger from a different lifetime staring back at you, but everything you felt while with him came rushing back like a flood.

“Jungkook.” His name rolled off your lips in a familiar way you couldn’t explain. It had such a hold on you, pulling you right back like a lovesick puppy.

“Noona,” he said with his big brown, doe eyes crinkling in the corner, along with a bunny smile.

The one word made you clench around nothing, but it’s just a word–what’s wrong with you? Honestly, woman.

“Is this seat taken?” He repeated, making you come back to reality.

“No, it’s yours if you’d like.”

You watched his every move. His hand held your stool, and his thumb lightly brushed against your back as he sat down. Immediately, you straighten your posture in case of any other accidental touches.

Jungkook crossed his arms on the counter, turning to you. The both of you smiled awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something.

“I thought I saw you,” the both of you said in unison and chuckled after.

“It’s me,” you scrunch your nose, flashing a smile.

Jungkook shook his head, copying your smile. “I thought I was going crazy for a split second. Wha–” he paused to let his mind catch up with his words. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for a meeting.”

He nodded. “Oh. It must be an important meeting if you flew all the way out here.”

You hummed. “Yeah, it’s pretty important.”

Should you spare more details? Or just leave it at the bare minimum? You didn’t want him to conjure up any ideas as you had been for the last few weeks.

“Your Flamingo Shuttle, miss. Would you like to bill it to your room?”

“Yes, please.” If Netflix was paying, you were drinking.

You lightly groaned after taking a sip, not realizing you’d been thirsty after flying all day, or was it Jungkook’s presence making you feel suddenly parched?

“Anything for you, sir?” The bartender asked Jungkook, to which he shook his head no.

“It’s good to see you,” Jungkook said as the bartender left to attend to another guest.

Your crossed leg unintentionally touched his pant leg when you turned toward him. You took your time letting your eyes gaze over this new Jeon Jungkook. His permed hair had grown longer, and a fringe was swept softly across his left eye. The piercing that adorned his eyebrow had disappeared, and the only thing decorating that pretty face was a lip piercing.

“It’s really good to see you too. You look great, by the way. I love the long hair. It really suits you.” You couldn’t help but wonder how his hair would feel entangled between your fingers.

He proceeded to touch the ends. “Thanks. You–you always look great,” he chuckled lightly.

Your heart skipped a beat at the compliment as you suppressed a smile. “Thanks. I–um, do you have time to catch up? If you’re not busy, that is, but if you are, then please feel free to go. I don’t–I don’t want to keep you from anything.”

“I have some time,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and his tiny dimple on display.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you made it in your head. You were overanalyzing nothing. Jungkook seemed happy to see you, even though you thought he’d be running in the other direction, considering he had left on a whim.

“Um, do you work around here?”

“Yeah, I was just getting some early drinks with my colleagues.”

Your mind immediately went to Alex, which you fucking hated, but you couldn’t help it. Obviously, she wasn’t with the group of him and rowdy men, but you assumed they still worked together, and who knew in what kind of capacity–or maybe she had him eating in the palm of her hands again.

You stopped the ongoing conversation in your head. It wasn’t good for anyone if this continued.

“This is a great place. I can see why you’d come here.” He hummed in agreement. “How–how are you? How’s everything?”

Jungkook cleared his throat, interlocking his hands together, light tapping his thumb on the other. “It’s good. I’m—good. Work has been going well. I, uh—I’ve taken up running along with boxing, but Bam–he’s a handful.”

“Bam?”

“Yeah! My dog.”

“You have a dog?”

“He’s still a pup, but he’s getting so big already.” Jungkook pulled his phone from his back pocket, scrolling to find a photo of Bam. “See.” He set his phone on the counter, pushing it to you.

“Oh, my god. He’s precious! He has big doe eyes like his dad,” your mouth curved into a smile. “He’s perfect for you.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, pressing the off button on his phone. “How are you? What’s new?”

His question was so broad you weren’t sure where to start. He obviously knew about your meeting but didn’t know what it was for. But how much information would you feel comfortable divulging?

“I’m good.” You let out a nervous chuckle. “I just got back from a solo trip, and then this whole LA thing happened, and now I’m here.”

“Ah–right. Yuna told me about your trip. How was it? Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded. “It was great. I practically laid out on the beach most of the time, got some sun in,” you smiled and shrugged. “And what about you? I heard you were back in Seoul for a little bit.”

He hummed. “Yeah, for my mom’s birthday dinner, and I finally got to meet Indie.”

“Ugh, I love that little booger,” you chimed in.

“She’s amazing, and she’s growing up so fast.”

“Right? She grew up in a blink of an eye.”

Then you realized Jungkook had missed most, if not the entirety, of Indie's first year. Time had passed, and you had also grown and blossomed without your awareness in the midst of it all.

Jungkook beamed a soft smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?” you asked again, searching for the bartender.

He shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Positive?” You gave him a look.

He nodded. “Still trying to take care of me?”

“Well–I am older than you.”

Jungkook chuckled and turned away for a moment. “I, uh, already had some earlier, remember? So, I shouldn’t have anymore.”

“What? You can’t hold your liquor anymore, old man?” you teased.

He scoffed at your lame joke. “Are you taunting me?”

It almost felt like old times when you were just friends, ragging on each other.

You sipped your drink before answering, “Yes.”

He flashed a close-lipped smile. “Can I take a rain check?”

You hummed lightly. “You got it.”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and swiveled in his chair, lightly brushing his knee against yours. “Do you have my new number?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. No, because you recently deleted all his contact, texts, and photos. You shook your head.

He held out his hand, wavering his fingers for your phone. You gave it over without hesitation and watched as he saved his number. “Call me if you need anything or want to get that drink before you leave.”

He handed it back, his fingers softly touching yours. “I should go. I left Bam too long by himself.”

Your heart almost leaped out of your chest and onto the counter, your stomach fluttering with a swarm of butterflies and the bead of sweat on the nape of your neck finally caressing your skin when he touched you. “Yeah, sure, of course.” You nervously scratched your temple. “I, uh, I should get going too. I have my meeting soon.”

Jungkook smiled and stood, and you followed suit. He stepped back, straightening his cream-colored jacket and smoothing down his pants. “I’ll talk to you soon?”

You weren’t sure if he really meant it or if it was just an expression. Either way, you didn’t want to put more meaning into it than needed. You smiled and hummed.

He stepped away, waving his hand before walking off into the sea of people who just entered the restaurant.

You half expected him to look back, but he didn’t. He was calm, cool, and collected as he confidently walked away, making you think he was over you.

Jungkook sat in his Uber, pinching himself to ensure he wasn’t dreaming–that he really saw you and had a conversation, and it wasn’t as awkward as he thought it would be. Unless it was awkward, and he invented a fictitious scenario in his head, misunderstood your body language, and misinterpreted your words.

“Sir?”

“Oh, uh, sorry. Yes, you can drop me off right here.” Jungkook’s mind raced back and forth, replaying the conversation.

He closed the car’s door, shuffling to the apartment complex’s gate. He punched in the code, rushing to his place to let Bam out.

The 50-pound puppy popped his head up, panting and wagging his tail as he saw his owner. Bam sprung to his feet and dashed over to Jungkook, smelling and licking his palm more than normal.

“I know, Bamie. I know.”

Jungkook smelled different. He must’ve had the faintest smell of you on him.

“Come on, boy. You’ve been waiting for me for too long.”

Bam whined when Jungkook’s mind was on something else and did not notice him. He was scratching Bam’s belly, staring off into space with nothing but you on his mind. It’s like you had completely taken over him like you were his paradise, and even if he tried to resist, it was probably useless now. He could never escape you.

Should he go back to the hotel? Would that seem too needy? He thought he was trying to get over you, but here you were, right in front of him, practically within reach—no ocean between the two of you. If now wasn’t the time, then when?

Was he prepared to fight for you? To be with you again? Was he ready for you to reject him if he wanted more, but you didn’t?

He sighed, fighting with himself for his next move. Whatever his decision, he wanted to ensure it was the right one. The real question was—did he want to be with you again after all this time?

The answer was yes—it has always been yes. You’re it. You’ve ruined him—it will always be you.

He was so close to getting in his car and driving back. Every cell in his body was urging him to go and confess his undying love—that is, until he remembered he ran away, that he hurt you.

What if you had moved on but didn't want him to know? He had no right to delve into your business anymore. What if you had moved on with that Yoongi guy? He'd heard that guy's name too many times from Yuna and Taehyung for him not to suspect anything was up with the two of you. You looked so happy with Yoongi that one time he saw you. Maybe he was the cause of your euphoria, the person you spent all your time with, the person you dreamed with, shared your hopes with—maybe you had fully closed the chapter that Jungkook was a part of, and Yoongi was the ‘take two’ of your story.

But could Jungkook just be a foolish dreamer? Thinking he still had a chance with you?

He'd given you his phone number, and the ball was now in your court. If you wanted to, then you’d contact him. Otherwise, perhaps it's best that he's not constantly chasing you. If you still wanted him, then you needed to let him know, and if you didn’t, then maybe he could finally try to let you go.

You checked yourself one last time, smoothing out your tailored skirt and matching blazer. You wished you had chosen another pair of heels, but your nude slingbacks were the only things you packed, so it’d have to suffice. With a swipe of your raspberry lip tint, you were now ready to charm whoever this executive was.

The hostess led you through the restaurant to a private dining lounge. A few guests were scattered far and wide while light jazz music and laughter filled your ears. Were all Netflix meetings always this fancy? You had looked up the menu beforehand, and the prices were somewhat reasonable for dinner, but you’d be fine with instant ramen from the convenience store. You could probably order the whole menu if you wanted since you weren't paying.

“Mr. Wells will be here shortly,” the hostess smiled, leaving you at the table as you mindlessly fiddled with your thumbs.

You wondered how your name even landed on the desk or email of someone across the ocean. Or could Jae just be a great writing agent, and he just had his connections? Maybe you’d find out during this dinner.

A waitress stopped by the table, bringing glasses of water and a bottle of Champagne.

“Oh–I didn’t order this.”

“Mr. Wells did. He wanted to apologize in advance for his lateness. He’s held up in traffic at the moment.” The waitress poured the champagne into two tall flutes.

Fifteen minutes went by as you sat waiting for this Netflix exec. He was already leaving a bad taste in your mouth because of his lateness, but it’s not like you had any other plans.

You scanned the room, watching others converse and eat before pulling out your phone. You went to your contacts and scrolled down to Jungkook’s name. It was like deja vu all over again–staring aimlessly at his name, whether or not to delete it or keep it. Only this time, he would hopefully pick up the call.

You were tempted to text him to see what he was up to. Considering it was a Friday night, he was probably out with friends, maybe Jimin or a girlfriend. You’d heard from Taehyung that they hung out fairly often. At least he had a friendly face in this city.

A low, husky voice said your name, making you look up from your phone. The man standing before you was not someone you pictured. If you had all the confidence in the world, you’d whistle and holler at this Park Seo Joon look alike.

“I’m Zachary Wells, but just call me Zach.” He grinned as he quickly scanned your face and held out his hand. You stood to shake it.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and your work,” Zach said, gesturing for the both of you to sit.

“You have?”

“Whenever Kenji is in town, you’re all he ever talks about.”

Ah, Kenji. You should’ve known. Well, you supposed one of your exes was good for something.

Zach grabbed the attention of the waitress. “Should we order dinner? I’m starving.”

The two of you had a lot in common. Zach was fairly easy to talk to and was a chatterbox. But just like Kenji, Zach was avoiding why he had wanted to meet you in the first place.

The conversation had finally winded down after an hour, and the champagne and water washed down the last of your dinner. And now, only one thing remains.

“So, you’re probably wondering why I wanted to meet with you.” You hummed. "Well, as you know, we've been expanding Netflix into South Korea, and we're picking up a lot of Korean dramas as demand grows here in the States. As I was talking with Kenji, we thought you’d be perfect for the role of director for creative marketing. I understand you've been a writer for a long time, but I believe you have the potential to help us thrive even more with your market knowledge and insight.”

“Would that mean I wouldn’t have to move out here? That I could stay in Seoul?” It was the first thought on your mind.

“We’d onboard you here in LA for a few months and then get you settled back in Seoul.”

Zach’s offer was too good to be true and to pass up. You didn’t have anything else going for you right now. No show and only a half-finished script.

“So? What do you think?” Zach leaned back in his seat, draping his arm behind you, scanning you from head to toe. He finished the last of his champagne, gesturing for the waitress to bring another one.

It’s not like you could give him an answer right here, right now–coming to live in LA, leaving your life and friends behind. It was a big ask and not a decision you’d take lightly.

Your silence encouraged him to move closer, and his knee knocked into yours. “What do I have to do to convince you?” he said, his finger lightly brushing against your knee.

Immediately, you pulled back, pushing his hand away. “Is this how you get everyone to come to work for you?” You scowled, disgusted by his action.

“This is an opportunity of a lifetime, babe. Don’t waste it.” Zach raised his brows, waiting for you to change your mind. He tried to touch you again, but a loud smack echoed throughout the room, making others around you stop and look at the commotion.

“You’re feisty. I like that.” Zach licked his lips, massaging his cheek.

“You’re a disgusting pig.”

He scoffed. “Oh, am I? I’m here trying to give you a job, and here you are, being a fucking bitch. I hear you have nothing else lined up for you, right? And I can easily tell everyone in this industry to never give you another job again.” He threatened and then proceeded to move in again.

“If you touch me again. I’ll fucking scream,” you seethed, your face warm to the touch, smoke fuming from your ears.

Zach rolled his eyes and threw his hands in defeat. “Fine–have it your way. Good luck getting a job in this industry ever again,” he spat out before leaving.

Everyone in the restaurant was looking at you. You cowered, unsure of where to go or what to do. You weren’t expecting this turn of events. It was just too good to be true.

This whole trip felt like a bust. You came here expecting to return to Seoul with a job but instead had a creepy interaction with a high-level executive, and they paid for everything, including your flight and hotel. You shivered at the thought of him knowing exactly where you were staying. You were alone in a big city, and the only person you knew was your ex-boyfriend.

You illuminated your phone to check the time, debating whether to call Jungkook. Would it be weird? Would you look desperate if you called? It’s not like you had any dignity left anyway.

Unlocking your phone, you clicked on Jungkook’s contact; your thumb hovered over the call button. Fuck it, you thought and pressed call.

It rang a few times before Jungkook’s familiar voice was on the other end—it felt like old times.

Hello?

“Hey, it’s me.”

Hey. I was hoping you’d call. Are you done with your meeting already?

“Yeah, um, would you mind picking me up at the restaurant?”

Yeah! Of course. Text me the address. I’m coming right now.

Jungkook zipped through the city, and thankfully, there wasn’t any heavy traffic to slow him down. He got to the restaurant in less than 20 minutes. He pulled up and saw you waiting on the sidewalk with your arms crossed, trying to keep yourself warm. Parking the car, he ran over to you.

“Hey—are you okay?” he asked with concerned eyes, scanning you from head to toe, ensuring you weren’t hurt.

“Yeah, can we go?” Your body language was telling Jungkook otherwise.

He opened the door for you, and you quickly got in, fastening your seat belt and breathing a sigh of relief once you lay against the headrest. Jungkook looked over, biting his cheek as he could tell you weren’t okay—your eyes were glassy, and he could see how your mascara smudged. He began to input the address for the hotel, but you stopped him.

“Can—can we go back to your place?” Jungkook perked up. “I don’t want to be alone, if that’s okay.”

He certainly wasn’t going to deny you. “Yeah, of course. That’s fine with me.”

“Are you sure?”

It probably wasn’t fair of you to do this to him.

“Yeah, of course. Anything for you.”

“Jungkook, you can totally say no—”

He gently placed his hand on top of yours. “Hey—it’s okay. We’ll go to my place.”

You waited a good distance behind Jungkook as he unlocked the door. He took a step but then stepped back and turned to you.

“Bam gets excited when new people come over. So, I apologize if he’s a bit wild.”

You smiled, assuring him you’d be okay. You were nervous but psyched to meet him, actually—you hoped he would like you. Considering Jungkook was his owner, Bam would probably be the sweetest pup.

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, the brown-coated Doberman greeted him. He knelt down, rubbing his floppy ears. “I told you I wouldn’t be gone long, right, Bamie?”

Jungkook looked at you, beaming a wide smile before returning to his puppy. Bam’s tongue hung out as he panted, looking in your direction–he really did have big, doe eyes like Jungkook. Maybe they were drawn to each other through lingering starry eyes.

He let go of him, and immediately Bam came to sniff your hand, giving a few licks before looking up at you. “I think he likes you.”

“Whew—I passed Bam’s vibe check,” you joked as you crouched down to cup his face, in which Bam licked your chin. “Oh–” You scrunch your eyes closed and giggle at the pup. He really was so sweet.

“Bam—house,” Jungkook commanded. Bam whined quietly before following his owner’s order. He pouted the entire stroll to his crate. As he lay down, he took his turtle chew toy into his mouth, making it squeak.

You slipped off your shoes and set down your bag, looking around Jungkook’s apartment. As you expected, it was squeaky clean, with a few photo frames of his mom, Yuna, and Indie. Then you noticed the ‘Rising Star’ award he had displayed on a shelf next to a few other awards he must’ve gotten at his new job. The stark white walls and flooring contrasted against the black and brown hue furniture. You chuckled to yourself when you saw the workout equipment in the corner—of course; it’s right in his living room.

“If you’re tired, you can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh–” It wasn’t your intention to sleep here. You didn’t want to be alone after that icky interaction with Zach. “I’m okay. Do you just want to hang out and talk for a little bit?”

Jungkook took a big gulp and cleared his throat. He figured this was the moment of truth. He didn’t know what to expect anymore–it could be good or bad.

“Yeah,” he smiled, making his way to the couch, gesturing for you to do the same. “Make yourself at home.”

That was easier said than done. You felt intrusive and feared that you crossed a boundary you shouldn’t have.

He watched you sit on the opposite end. And never in a million years did he think you’d be here, sitting with him. Is it possible that you have found some way to forgive him?

Your eyes found his, and the two of you nervously chuckled.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee? Tea?”

You shook your head. You didn’t mind just sitting here and being in his presence. It felt so comforting after such a long day of traveling and a shitty meeting.

“How was your meeting? Did it go well?”

You sighed, positioning your body toward him as you leaned against the couch. You purse your lips before answering him. “The guy was a bit of a douche. The job sounded like a great opportunity, but I refuse to work with someone who thinks I’ll sleep with them for a job.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he shifted in his seat. “I’m sorry, what?”

You could see Jungkook clenching his fist, but honestly, he had nothing to worry about. You hoped the slap Zach got was more than enough to scare him off.

You held your hands up to calm him down. “I can take care of myself, Jungkook,” you assured him. “He got a nice slap from me,” you beamed.

He breathed a sigh, relaxing his body into the couch cushion. “I’m sorry the meeting wasn’t everything you had hoped for.”

You shrugged. “It’s whatever. I’m sure something better will come along.”

“I’m sure it will.”

“So, what were you doing on a Friday night? I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You scanned the room, and there was nothing indicating he had company over.

Jungkook pouted, shaking his head. “Just hanging out with Bam.”

“No girlfriend or anything?”

Jungkook suppressed a smile, but he couldn’t help it. Maybe this was your subtle way of asking if he was seeing anyone. “No. No girlfriend. LA girls aren’t really my type.” Because you were, he thought. As hard as he tried to let you go, he just couldn’t.

You hummed and then wanted to kick yourself because that question came out of nowhere, but it was the question lingering on your mind ever since he had left. Someone who looked like him would’ve surely had women lined out the door, ready and willing to date him and bear his children.

“What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, avoiding your gaze.

“No. No boyfriend.”

“So, you’re not seeing that Yoongi guy?”

You licked your lips, the corners of your mouth curving into a smile. “I’m guessing you heard that name from Yuna or Taehyung?” He nodded. “He’s just a friend and a pain in my ass.”

“Ah–got it.”

“And what about Alex? Is she still around?” You couldn’t not ask. It was like a giant elephant hanging out in the room with you.

Jungkook figured her name would come up sooner or later. “Alex’s not working for the company anymore. She moved out of the country.”

“Good,” you huffed; if she wasn't near Jungkook, that made you happy.

“You really hate her, huh?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

Jungkook softly chuckled, letting a beat pass. “I’m sorry, by the way.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Everything that happened with us.”

“I’m sorry too.” Your lips thinned, your fingers unconsciously picking at your hand.

“Why are you sorry?”

You appreciated that he didn't point out your flaws, but he wasn’t the only one at fault. Neither one of you was perfect. “Jungkook, you’re not the only one to blame. I should have communicated my feelings better when we were together.”

He nodded in agreement. “Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

Initially, it was hard to even think about forgiving Jungkook, but as time passed, the pain and hurt subsided. “Mm. I forgive you. Do you forgive me?”

“Yes,” he chimed in. You chuckled at how fast he answered. “What?” He raised his eyebrow.

You shook your head. “Nothing–”

“Just say it.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because—I just—shouldn’t.” You wanted to say you found him cute and endearing and that he forgave others too quickly.

“Fine,” he pouted, shifting his leg onto the couch.

Your mouth opens involuntarily, exhaling a yawn from exhaustion. The time difference really fucked you up. Quickly, you covered it with both hands and excused yourself.

“Am I boring you?” Jungkook teased.

“Yes, actually. I hadn’t realized you’d become so dull,” you quipped, covering another yawn. “See—so boring that you’re making me sleepy.” You leaned on your arm against the back cushion.

“Or maybe you’re just becoming an old lady.”

You scoffed. “I’m an old lady? You’re the one who’s staying in on a Friday night! Old man.”

“Yeah, I had to stay in, just in case an old lady needed me.” Jungkook giggled and looked away before returning to meet your eyes. “I’ve missed this.”

“What?”

“Us.”

It was this specific moment when you moved into flight mode. You gave a half-smile and shifted your position so your feet touched the ground. You checked your phone for the time. “I should get an Uber and go back to my hotel.”

“I can take you.”

“Jungkook, you’ve done so much for me already. I don’t want you to have to drive back and forth.”

“I don’t mind—honestly.”

You stood up. “I know you don’t—but I do. It’s okay—really.” You unlocked your phone and pulled up the app, determined to call for a car. All of this was becoming too much for you, for your heart. His presence, the giggles, the familiarity of what the two of you used to be.

Jungkook stood and walked over to you, gently pushing away your phone. “What’s going on? Tell me the truth.” He could always tell when your mind was working overload—racing with thought after thought.

Should you tell him why you needed to leave after the two of you had a nice, civil conversation without screaming or yelling? Your therapist did tell you that no one would know how you feel unless you told them—and you just told Jungkook that you should communicate better.

Ugh, goddamnit.

Speak now or forever, hold your peace.

You didn’t want to revert back to your old ways—being anxious, self-conscious, unsure of what you wanted. You sighed. “The truth?” Jungkook nodded. “The truth is—I probably shouldn’t have called you.”

“Why?” he asked as his starry eyes gazed deeply into your soul.

“Because—I was—I am scared.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow, unsure of why you’d be scared. “Scared of what?”

“I was scared that if I called you and we talked—old feelings would resurface, and I don’t want to make the same mistakes again.”

“You still have feelings for me?”

“I think so? I’m—I’m not sure,” you stammered. “That’s why I didn’t call you in the first place when I knew I was coming to LA, and then when I happened to bump into you—well, I guess what I’m trying to say is that yes, I still have feelings for you.”

His eyes fell to the floor, and he sucked in his lips, trying not to smile, before looking back at you. “Am I the mistake?”

You shook your head. “You were never a mistake.”

“Then what mistakes are you referring to?”

You hung your head and sat back down, and Jungkook followed suit. You nibbled on the inside of your cheek, and he looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know. Me—falling too fast, building fantasies inside my head, knowing it’ll never be real, not saying how I feel, pushing away people who love me. Should I keep going?”

“So, you didn’t want to call me and come here because you were scared all that’s gonna happen if you talked to me? Is that right?”

It sounded ridiculous, but he hit the nail on the head.

You hummed.

There was the slimmest chance of you bumping into Jungkook while in the same city, but you hadn’t fully prepared yourself if you did bump into him. You weren’t ready for the unresolved feelings and the smallest flutters of butterflies, your body to warm up to the simplest of accidental touches and soft giggles.

You could’ve just sucked it up, called an Uber, returned to your hotel, and tried to brush off the slimy interaction with the Netflix exec, but instead, you called the one person you knew would bring you comfort—Jungkook.

Should you just be completely honest and bare your soul? You were halfway there. Maybe it was time to grow up and just say what the fuck you wanted.

Jungkook was silent and waited to see if you had anything else.

You cleared your throat, thinking it was now or never.

“Our breakup,” you paused to recollect yourself and to stop your lips from quivering so much. You started again, “Our breakup—it really fucked me up. You left without saying goodbye, and after that, I kind of spiraled—drinking every day, showing up late to set, and ditching our friends. Hell—I almost let some random guy fuck me in a bathroom.”

You sighed. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad, but I needed to go through all those things to be where I am today. I’ve done a lot of work on myself and had a lot of healing through therapy, a solo trip, and some new friends–okay, just one new friend, but that's beside the point–I just don’t want to go back to the same person I was before.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but you stopped him.

“I’m not saying that being here with you again will make me become the person I was before—I just want to make better decisions being the new person I am now.”

Finally, hearing how you felt after all this time relieved him. He had waited so long for you to finally share yourself with him.

Jungkook’s mouth moved from side to side, nibbling on his bottom lip before he spoke, “I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. The weekend in Jeju really fucked me up. So much was happening with Taehyung and Hyunie’s wedding, and then we were on the brink of breaking up while pretending to be happy. My heart and my mind were all over the place. Then I saw you with Yoongi, and that really sent me over the edge because that’s when I knew I had lost you and could never get you back—no matter how hard I tried, I don’t think anything would’ve worked. So—I left.”

Your jaw tightened, trying to hold back tears as Jungkook recounted his side of the story. You didn’t know he saw you with Yoongi; it must’ve been shortly after you returned from Jeju. And as much as you were hurting, so was he.

Well, since both of you were in apology mode.

“I’m sorry too,” you said. “Growing up, it was only me. I had to do everything myself because my parents weren’t really there for me, and so I always felt like I didn’t want to bother others with my burdens. I know it’s not an excuse, but I’m slowly learning that I don’t have to do everything alone—that it’s okay to ask for help. So, I’m sorry I never communicated well and kept things from you.”

He licked his lips, thinking about how new this was all for him—you baring your feelings. “No, that makes sense. I get it.”

“You do?”

“I mean—I’m not perfect either. We both made mistakes, but you’re wrong about one thing.”

You raised your eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“You had me and Yuna, and you know my mom loves you like you’re her own. She might love you more than she loves me,” he said. “And you know you can always tell me what’s going on. I’ll always be here for you—no matter what happens between us.”

You grinned because he was right. You had overlooked the huge part that their family played in your life. You couldn’t discount that.

“If there’s one thing I truly regret from all of this—it’s cutting ramen out of my diet since I’ve moved here,” he joked to lighten the mood.

You dramatically gasped, covering your mouth. “You cut ramen from your diet? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

The two of you giggled.

“I guess we’ve both done some growing up, huh?” Jungkook knocked his knee into yours.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“So, what now?”

You shrugged, unsure of Jungkook’s feelings, but you wanted to express yours. “I don’t want to wake up one day and regret not trying again. I want you. I want all of you, but I'm scared—scared that I'll get hurt and go back to my old ways. I’ve had a lot of healing, and I'm in a good place, but seeing you again, being near you, makes me want to forget everything that has happened and jump in your arms and tear off your clothes.”

Jungkook covered his mouth as he silently chuckled at your confession.

“Are you basking in my misery?” you sneered.

His lips turned into a pout as he shook his head. “No, I just—this is what I wanted all along while we were dating.”

“What? Me acting like a fool?”

“No—you telling me how you feel, tell me how much you want me, to claim me as yours.”

You opened your mouth and made a face. “You want me to grovel? Get on my knees?”

Jungkook bit his tongue when you got down on your knees in front of him. He had to tell himself and his dick to calm the fuck down because it was not the time and place to be thinking of such naughty things.

You gazed up at him; seeing him squirm was fun. “You like me on my knees?” you asked, sitting back on your legs.

He cleared his throat, adjusting his sweats as he shifted back on the couch. He thought back to the very first time you sucked him off after having dinner with Yuna and your mom. “I’m sorry. I think you were confessing your love for me. Go on. I’m all ears.”

You smacked his thigh. “I’m—you’re ruining this moment!”

“I’m ruining it? You’re the one who got down on your knees! You know how much I love that,” he mumbled the last of his words.

You turned and cupped your ear toward him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

“Just—go on. You were saying?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for you.

You huffed, tilting your head back before landing on his sparkly doe eyes and cute little dimple peeking through. “I am stupidly in love with you, Jeon Jungkook, and I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you again.”

Jungkook felt a sense of relief when he heard those words, but there was still a small sliver of fear. “What if we’re just fooling ourselves into thinking this will work?”

“Then I guess we can be fools together.”

After baring your soul to Jungkook, you wanted nothing more than to jump into his lap and ride him like an endless merry-go-round, but you’ve changed and didn’t want to regret anything going forward with him. The two of you needed to take things slow and steady because you wanted to win the race.

The two of you stayed up late—talking, drinking beer, and catching each other up on life until the sun came up. It was like no time had passed, and you picked up right where you left off.

Bam had taken a liking to you, staying by your side, following you whenever you got up and moved around. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight. He definitely took after Jungkook.

The size of your bladder warranted another trip to the bathroom, and when you returned to where Jungkook and Bam were, you noticed Jungkook in a compromising position.

“Why are you on one knee? Are you taking a page out of my book?” you teased, not wanting to jump to any conclusions because you both agreed on taking it slow.

Without an answer, he took out something he was hiding behind his back. He held a blue velvet box in the palm of his hand.

Your eyes widened, and your heart raced rapidly because you knew exactly where that box was from. You and Yuna had looked at engagement rings for hours on end when the two of you thought Namjoon was getting ready to propose. You had mentioned it too many times to Jungkook while the two of you were dating. There’s no way he’d be proposing, right?

This whole thing with Jungkook was new—well, not really new, but you’d have to turn him down if he were to ask your hand in marriage. You were definitely not ready because the two of you had just agreed to try this relationship again.

“What the fuck is that? It better be a ring pop,” you implored. He slowly shook his head, beaming a smile from ear to ear. You repeated ‘no’ under your breath, shaking your head.

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Oh—I know what it is!”

Jungkook leaned over on his knee toward you. “Okay, so tell me.”

“It’s—it’s the ring that I couldn’t stop talking about. Why do you have it?”

He giggled at how cute and flustered you had become. “For once, you’re wrong.”

“I’m never wrong,” you huffed.

He stood, making his way to you, lifting your chin with his index finger. He stared deeply into your eyes. “You are completely and utterly wrong.”

You pouted and crossed your arms. “Prove it.”

Jungkook sighed at how stubborn you were. He opened the blue velvet box, and it was not the ring you had envisioned. “It’s a promise ring.” Because it was the ring that complimented the engagement set.

You visibly gulped, and there was a sense of relief. “A promise ring?”

He nodded. “You are everything I could ever want and more. It’s always been you, and there’s gonna be no one else for me. You are worth walking through hell and back, and considering we’ve done that already—I’d do it again if I had to, but please, please—I don’t want to do it again,” he pleaded, making you smile. “If you’ll let me, I want to love you and show you I’m worthy of your love every day for the rest of my life.”

You found yourself grinning from ear to ear, loving his little declaration of love. You moved closer to him, looking at the ring and then at him. “I want to make this right—us. I was wrong for not fighting for you—for us, and I don’t want to make that mistake again.”

He pulled the ring from the box, grabbed your left hand, and placed the piece of jewelry on your finger. “We’re in this together—you and me.”

You glanced at the ring, smiling at how pretty it looked on your finger. “You and me.”

A lot has happened in the last 24 hours—you flew to LA, had your meeting, and rekindled your relationship with Jungkook. The last thing wasn’t anything you expected, but it became the silver lining to this short trip you were dreading in the first place.

The pair of you couldn’t stop smiling and giggling in the elevator up to your hotel room–mind you, you’d kept your distance from him the entire night, but it was becoming pure and complete utter torture.

Your time in LA was already coming to an end, and everything in you wanted to just leave your life behind and stay, but you had to resist; you had to fight it—at least for now.

“So,” you trailed off, unsure what to say to him.

“So,” he repeated, leaning next to your door.

You both smiled and laughed at the tension filling the hallway.

“Do you,” you paused to think through your words, “want to come in until I have to leave?” This was a good boundary, you thought–just until you had to leave for the airport.

Jungkook licked his lips, flipping his lip ring back and forth with his tongue. His eyes explored your face before landing on your lips. “I’d love to, but we know if I do, then you won't get anything packed, and you’ll for sure miss your flight.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, and playfully smacked his chest. “I have no idea what you’re alluding to, mister.”

But you fucking knew and wanted it too.

He eliminated the distance between you, slowly caging you against the door. You closed your eyes when he gently caressed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You had forgotten how much you had missed his touch—your body was glowing inside, illuminated from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You wanted nothing but to savor this moment—a moment you thought ceased to exist, a moment you thought only existed in your reveries.

The tiny hairs on your skin, tingling, standing on their end in anticipation of an expected kiss. All this tension was killing you softly.

His other hand snaked around the nape of your neck, pulling you even closer. Your eyes fluttered open, watching his lips part, his breaths slowing down, and you were trying to remember if they were still soft and had the faintest taste of strawberry. And you wanted to gently tug on that silver piece of jewelry and hear him whine because of it.

Your stomach somersaults like there’s a gymnast going for the gold for the floor exercise when his body brushes against yours. The twitch in his black sweats is what really makes you melt and clench around nothing. It's been far too long since you've been touched, and he was the only one that could bring you pleasure.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes are desperately darting back and forth between yours, waiting for your okay.

“Please,” you pleaded, almost inaudible if he wasn't so close.

He doesn’t go right in like you expected. He took his time, both hands cupping your face and your hands gripping his tiny waist like nothing had ever stopped between the two of you. The tip of his nose nudged yours, his lips lightly feathering across the top of your lips—not going in just yet. His warm hot breath fans the ever-growing desire within you. It was thrilling for him to rediscover everything he loved about you.

You closed your eyes in excitement, scrunching the bottom of his shirt in your hands. You slightly tugged on it, wanting him to hurry and just fucking kiss you already. You had never known him to be so careful, so gentle.

He giggled at your frustration. “I thought we were taking things slow.”

You deadpanned. “It’s too slow,” you whined, trying to reach for his lips, but he pulled back. “I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

Jungkook flashed a soft smile, his dimple on display. “I do.”

“Then shut up and do it already,” you pouted. You couldn't handle the teasing between you anymore. You wanted to make up for everything lost within the last year. If you had all the time in the world, you’d want him to do anything and everything to you, but that day would have to wait.

He tilted his head and leaned in; his nose nuzzled into the side of your face, and the deep yearning you’d hidden inside was released as his lips finally found yours. Lips on lips delicately caressing and wandering like the two of you were in a drought, in desperate search of food and water.

You gently nipped on his bottom lip, lightly pulling on his ring before kissing the side of his mouth. He grinned, thinking he’d get you back for that, not today but soon. Your hands traced the curves of his body, causing him to press himself further into you. The evident erection in his sweats tells you how much he was enjoying this too.

The kiss became heated and fervent, like an all-consuming fire taking everything in its path. Your hands are placed on his toned chest, holding on for dear life as he presses you against the door, breathing life back into you like your life depends on it.

You pulled back, gasping for air, but he leaned in, wanting just a bit more. You’re intoxicating, and he’s greedy. He’s a man starved from your touch and kisses. There’s no way he’ll ever let you go again. He’d fight for you until his very last breath.

Your arms drape around his neck, your fingers twirling and tugging at the ends of his long hair. You deepen the kiss, your warm tongue nipping at his mouth, begging for more access to him. Kissing isn't enough anymore. You needed him—all of him. To rediscover his deepest desires, wants, and needs was the only job you wanted right now.

Jungkook withdrew from your kiss. “You have to pack.”

You took a moment to catch your breath. “Or you can come inside and help me pack.” You moved in again for another kiss, but he resisted.

“I would love that, but…” he trailed off, letting the desire within subside.

Your lips thinned. “But then we wouldn’t be taking it slow, would we?” He nods. “I should pack.”

He leaned in to quickly give you a peck on the lips. “Mm, you should.”

Your shoulders slump, and you tilt your head against the door. “But I don’t want to.”

“But you have to.” You groaned and stomped your feet like baby Indie. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

bonus (jk pov - hotel)

“Sorry, I got here early, but some lady was taking forever to get her luggage,” the driver said as Jungkook’s colleague opened the door.

"You coming?" His colleague asked from inside the car.

"...uh, you go on without me. I left my phone inside. I'll catch an Uber."

His colleague shrugged and shut the door behind him before the car took off. Jungkook stood before the hotel's entrance, unsure whether to enter or just leave.

He thought he saw you while waiting outside the restaurant, but he figured it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. Even if it was really you, he wasn't sure he was ready to face you, let alone know what to say. He abruptly left without explaining his actions. He didn't think when he did it, which was a stupid, rash decision he later regretted. He couldn't bear the heartache of being so close to you.

The plan was to get as far away as possible so he could forget, but the problem was that he couldn't. You were the love of his life (yes, even at the tender age of 25). He had no desire for anyone else. Even when gorgeous women were flinging themselves at him in this new city. He wasn't concerned with them because they weren't you.

Everything made him think of you. From peonies to hot tubs and even bowling. He'd go back and say goodbye if he could. He despised the way things ended.

Before he knew it, his foot had stepped past the sliding glass door, heading in, unsure of where even to begin. He began his search as he walked through the lobby, peering at the reception desk.

He noticed a woman standing at the counter. Maybe your hair had grown out. Approaching the woman, he tapped them on the shoulder. "Noona..."

When the woman turned around, Jungkook quickly apologized before returning and going on the hunt for you. You may have already gone to your room, but he wasn't about to give up so easily. He'd be sorry if he missed you by a millisecond. Could his eyes be deceiving him? Maybe he didn't see you just standing there. Maybe he missed you so much that he imagined everything.

He told himself he'd look for ten minutes before giving up and going home. He walked around the lobby, past the reception desk, down the hallway, and even took the elevator up a few floors before returning down.

He was sure the workers thought he was creeping around and wouldn't be surprised if they had called security. He only had a few minutes before calling it quits and heading home. He walked past the restaurant he was just at, then took a few steps back.

What if you had gone to get a drink?

It didn't take long for him to notice you sitting alone at the bar, waving the bartender down to order. His eyes were not deceiving him; he was not insane.

It was you.

You were absolutely stunning, he thought. Even after a year apart, you’d become more beautiful than ever. He needed a moment to take you all in because he didn’t think he’d ever see you again—here in LA.

Every heartbeat was like a metronome, keeping in sync with every step he took toward you. He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes as he stood behind you, his mind racing with the right words—what would he say after a year?

“Is this seat taken?”

Fuck—if he could, he’d punch himself. He could’ve come up with something better.

✨ next ~ drabble ~ dream bigger, darling

#jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #fic: this is us #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook noona #jungkook drama #jungkook romance #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts x reader #bts x y/n

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appleslices · 1 year

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i was tagged by @thesentdowngirl and @plusque

Nickname: zee

Height: 5'4"

Last google search: diy miniatures

Song stuck in my head: i dont remember the title but its kylie minogue and its the one with the "remember the old days walking in rhythm the night is for livin' it's in your hands now to... something something" i lose the lyrics at this point

Number of followers: 390ish

Amount of sleep: a blissful 7ish hours of sleep last night

Lucky number: i don't have one of these i don't believe in numbers

Dream job: i get money to fuck around with art and crafts all day but with no pressure to scramble for freelance work or do corporate design altho atp its inevitable LOL

What are you wearing right now: jeans and a sweater vest with a teddybear pattern

Favorite media: god ig video games bc they engage like audio, visual, and tactile senses At once its very easy for me to be invested in the narrative, concepts, visuals etc. but like tv shows are also very big for me, there are many good ones out there and i love learning abt the visual language and story telling of that kind of "long term" film.

Favorite song: song of the week is "ya no soy tu baby" by princess alba

Favorite instrument: cello, synths, drums

Aesthetic: idk i enjoy a lot of different aesthetic movements and it's impossible to boil my Tastes into a singular movement or even blend them together BUT a few key faves are bauhaus and memphis group, i like brutalism but in combination with more color, i also enjoy baroque and some elements of rococo but i think even for someone who leans towards maximalism rococo can be overwhelming for me sometimes. fashion wise i really enjoy blending morikei with classic/gothic lolita i also have a few sort of like techwear adjacent and athleisure pieces i try and blend with my EGL to uhm varying degrees of success but also sometimes i just want to wear sweatpants but most of my shirts are blouses so they dont blend easily together.

Favorite author: god i dont know i don't read enough to answer this </3

Favorite animal noise: love cat sounds any noise a cat makes will be entertaining

Random: have any of u guys watched the dangerous liaisons tv series its actually really good im watching it with hannah and a lot of our commentary is very sort of like reactionary like we're watching a reality show but it's so engaging and the costume design is beautiful. and also i think there's some gender and sexuality going on with the two leads somethingggg about them is insane. sorry for spoilers but there's this one scene where camillle corssdresses to get into a gentleman's club and the whole time she and valmont are sooo h*rny about it and i really had to have hannah pause it while i had thoughts and she laughed at me (affectionately) the whole time while i was trying to Get Myself Together.

i've rambled on for sooo long i'm just going to tag "anyone who wants to do this" xoxox <333

#long post #tag meme

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taylorswiftstylequestions · 2 years

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Hello Sarah ! Listening to all of Speak Now today has reaffirmed its place in my TS album trifecta. Almost 2 hours (deluxe edition) of unfiltered Taylor. A delightfully h*rny song like Sparks Fly, a beautiful regretful ballad like Back to December, the long and sad combo attack of Dear John and Last Kiss on one album, and the camp (as well as unhinged-ness) of Mean and Speak Now. If there were ever an album title that described the album perfectly lol. Also, I know you think Enchanted is overrated but I really was wowed again today ✨. I hope everyone doing the re-listen is having as much fun as I did.

Her tiny baby voice on "Mine" really gets me so ... /blubbers emotionally

And yes lol the one thing I will say for Speak Now is that she is a girly with RANGE. In terms of lyrical content/subject matter but also in genre and production. I like to think it's a reflection of the chaos and complexity and endlessly spinning of the teenage girl-on-the-cusp-of-womanhood.

We also have a tag now, friends!

#opinion #tsser relistening party

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vesperluxe · 2 years

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one of my Flight Rising dragons, Ambrose. his personality is basically if scanlan and jaskier had a baby, which may or may not be the worst thing you can imagine :`) soooo, basically your typical h*rny bisexual clowngender bard lmao

he's currently trying to woo my one dragon (Bliss) who is a courtesan/dancer. she tolerates him because she thinks he's funny and cute and actually has terrible taste in people.

needless to say, i love him and he's exactly my type 😔✌

#flight rising #clovedraws #original characters #monster man #dragon #fantasy art

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badgerfern · 1 year

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Been reading TBC for the first time and bruh. This shit got me so irritated why is ALL this shit happening just bc ashfur was so h*rny for squirrelflight but she didn't wanna mate w him. This is a really fucking WEIRD plot line and very r*pey.. back when she was arguing w bramble and spent time w ash she never even gave a solid impression of being into him. She never told ash he had a chance. whole series making me uncomfy. Hate it 0/10 besides rootspring he is a little angel baby and I'd kiss him on the nose.

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baylardian-1 · 2 years

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Fancy meeting you here against this corridor wall, Kathryn. Your lizard pheromones are running a little rampant today I see.

#aint nothin wrong with a little bump n grind #its kinda insane how many angles u can approach this au like collectively u get wholesome and h*rny and its really surreal #wed talked about threshold!janeway really early on being a little in HEAT and constantly slipping away from command with Paris #and like gradually it wanes but also noticeably to chakotay its a cycle they both experience #and for a while shes still mad at chakotay for keeping her hecking cringe babies so shes like going to Tom because PHEROMONES but also like #a little out of SPITE to miff chakotay a lil teehee #overtime tho chakotay picks up on her beginning to want to be around Him when shes in this state :3cccc hes not really sure how to handle it #doesnt want to take advantage of his queen in her vulnerable state yknow...........#ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#congrats if u read that lol!!!!!!!!!!!!! a little humiliating but we talk about it A LOT #My Art #Star Trek: Voyager #Threshold #AU #Kathryn Janeway #Chakotay

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harristops · 3 years

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Idk if you remember the interview ash and Ali did for that Barcelona/Chelsea game they went to in like 2015 but ash was staring at Ali’s mouth like during the whole video and I just got them same vibe in this photoshoot. It’s so cute how even years later they’re still so in love. They will always be the relationship standard for me 🥰

Lmao the video when they were both drunk af? AK was smashed and I'm surprised she even got through the interview coherent. Ash was busy eye-fucking her and zoned out for the entire conversation lol.

#asks #godbless her truly she's such a mood #they were babies back then just young and h*rny probably #plus weren't they in europe?#i feel like everyone gets 10x more h*rny in europe

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yandereshingeki · 2 years

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Pregnant & H*rny (Eren J x Pregnant!Reader)

eren j masterlist

word count: 290 words

contents: pregnancy, sex while pregnant, cockwarming(?), smut, belly bump, lactation, kinda subby!eren??, eren being soft but also down horrendous, eren taking a sip of reader’s pre-baby milk 🤒, mostly just soft and fluffy

I have so little motivation to write rn so heres a rlly small drabble until im able to get more of my other fics done! Also wrote this because I have horrible horrible baby fever and want to spread more soft eren propaganda

I PROMISE ill write more of my actual fics soon!!! theres 3 specifically I’m focusing on rn, and i really like the prompts so (one of them is chapter 5 of mhs btw dont worry)

Anyways, i hope u enjoy this shitty lil drabble <3

“You sure this ‘s ok to do?”

“Yes, Ren. I already talked to the doctor, she said it was safe.”

“I just don’t wanna hurt the baby ‘s all.”

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I know.”

Your big, almost 8-months pregnant belly pressed against his abdomen, your hands on his broad shoulders, fingernails digging crescents into his skin when you finally sunk down onto his hardened cock.

A gasp escaped your lips—the feeling of him filling you up was something you hadn’t experienced in a while.

“Eren—Eren, oh god.” you gasped

His face pressed against your chest while you leaned over him, hugging his head and threading your fingers through his hair.

The grip he previously had on your hips moved down to caress your outer thighs, then up to your stomach. When you felt his hands reach your baby-in-the-making, you leaned back again to give him more room to touch.

After moving his hands up to give both of your tits a gentle squeeze, he returned them to your tummy. His mouth latched onto one of your tender nipples, sucking away gently and drinking what came from them.

Your hand returned to his head, scratching and combing your fingers through his hair, “My sweet boy.”

The way you spoke made him whimper, eyes soft and pupils dilated when you looked into them. His thumbs massaged your belly, feeling the hard bump he loved to hold and massage lotion onto at the end of every day—the place where his baby was. Your baby.

He only pulled away from your nipple to tell you, “I love you” before latching on again.

You let out a sigh, finally starting to rock your hips against him.

“I love you too.”

#ch:erenj #forest fics #eren x reader #eren x reader drabble #eren x reader fluff #eren x reader smut #eren x you #drabble #tw: lactation #tw: pregnancy #tw: cockwarming

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tojigasm · 3 years

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Hi! Some anon idea but this is sweet >□< and this is my first time requesting ^_^ can I request a fun beach day with Fushiguros (w/Gumi&Tsumi) But then Toji starts to get H@rny and reader is trying to stop and he said pls? [>□<] [>\\\□\\\<]

This is was my first request I ever got and I feel so bad its been sitting in my inbox for so long, I apologize! I've been so busy and have been working in a really unorganized way through finishing requests, besides that, I hope you enjoy!!

Cw: nsfw kindaish, fem reader, kissing, fluff, baby talk, megumi and Tsumiki being adorable babies, toji being horny (are we even surprised)

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It's hot. Too hot, even as you laid beneath the beige-grey parasol, hot skin washed over by beach air and a banana smoothie in your hand; you're drenched in sweat, sat in Toji's lap.

He's splayed out on the Little Mermaid towel you had bought for Tsumiki when you'd told her that daddy and you were taking her and Megumi to the "big pool" as she liked to call the ocean.

Toji sits quietly behind you, occasionally humming as you recount the conversation you'd had with an old friend the other day. Drawing soft circles into the skin of your back, he watches his kids through his sunglasses, jolting somewhat anytime Tsumiki stumbled or was under water too long for his liking.

Noticing his distraction, you chuckled when he replied with a positive "mhm" to you asking if he'd be okay with you breaking up with him.

"Really? If was that easy I would've done it years ago," you joked

Toji whipped his head around, words finally catching up to his brain, "what? Hey, no!" Flicking your forehead teasingly making you laugh before he was back to watching Tsumiki.

"Toji, she's fine," you gestured towards your daughter, "The water's barely a foot deep!"

Toji only groans, stealing your smoothie from your hand.

"Toji, I was drinking that!" You cry, watching as he downs nearly half the drink.

"Did you put strawberries in here?" He asks, cheek still full with the soft drink, he tilts his head, looking at you over the band of his glasses.

You open your mouth to reply before Toji shoves the glass back into your hands, quickly moving you off his lap, running into the water to pick Tsumiki who'd fallen and was wiping the sand and salt water from her eyes.

Immediately you stuff the cup into the sand and hurry over to kneel down next to your boyfriend as he cups Tsumiki’s cheeks, gently turning her head to let the water slip from her eyes.

"Is she okay?" You ask quietly, running your hand over her head softly as she whimpers. Tsumiki rubs her eyes roughly, tears pouring over her cheeks as she struggles to relieve her eyes of the rocky sand.

"Stop rubbing sweetheart," Toji pulls his sunglasses up to rest on his head, gently pulling her chubby hand away from her swollen cheeks.

"Hurts dada!" She wails, eyes clenched tight before she's reaching up to rub at her eyes again.

"I know, baby, I know," Toji pouts.

At some point, Megumi had stuffed himself behind you, small hands grasping at your legs as he watched his younger sister cry.

"She be okay, mama?" He asks, voice fallen into a whimper. Megumi had always been so sensitive – so attentive of the other people around him, he hated seeing people get hurt.

"Yeah, honey, 'miki's okay, she's just got a boo-boo in her eye."

Megumi nodded at that, watching as Toji picks his sister up from the ground and began to carry her back to the beach set up you'd sprung out.

"I'm gonna go pour some water in her eyes, see if that helps a little," Toji cupped her head to his chest, kissing your cheek as you nodded.

Once you made sure Toji had gotten to the set up spot, you turned back to Megumi who'd been pulling at your arm, "Play, mama, play!"

Laughing you ducked down and tickled his sides, kissing his cheeks as he squealed, running out into the water somewhat.

"Not too far 'gumi!" You called, following him out into the water before picking him up as you sat under the water.

"Is mimi gonna be okay?" Megumi asked after a few seconds of quiet, playing with the strand of your necklace Toji had gifted you a couple years back.

"Yeah, sweetie, 'miki just got some sand in her eyes is all, nothing too bad," you smiled when you turned away from Megumi to look back at the beach, seeing Tsumiki running at the waves while pulling Toji behind her. "See, baby," you pointed to Toji, "There's daddy and 'miki."

Megumi squealed again, kicking his legs at your sides as Toji picked Tsumiki up and waded out to the flat zone you'd been resting in.

"Dada, mimi!" Megumi giggled excitedly as Toji brought a hand up to squeeze the toddler's plump cheek.

Toji smiled warmly at the boy's excited squeals before placing a kiss on your cheek and bouncing Tsumiki in the water, trying to warm her up to the deeper and much colder area of the water.

"She okay?" you asked, sticking your tongue out at the little girl making her giggle shyly before turning in her dad's arms, snuggling her face in his chest.

Toji laughed, pressing a kiss to her head with a nod, "Yeah, she's okay," he leaned back to look at Tsumiki, bouncing her lightly again, "Huh, baby, daddy made you all better, huh?" he smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she nodded, dropping her head back onto Toji's chest.

"You guys ready to head back to the beach?" you stroked Megumi's cheek gently, laughing when he began to bounce excitedly in your arms.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Both Tsumiki and Megumi squealed, continuing to kick their legs in both you and Toji's arms until they were sat down on the sandy beach with their toys.

"You two stay where we can see you, don't go too far out into the water without daddy, okay?" Toji pressed a kiss to each one of their heads before grabbing your hand in his, watching the two children over his shoulder before sitting down beneath the parasol on your grey towel, pulling you into his lap.

You and Toji watched both kids for a bit, sipping on what was left of your smoothie before Toji began to nuzzle your neck, placing kisses on the soft skin of your jaw and nipping at your hot shoulders.

"Toji," your voice feigned warning weakly as you shivered at his touch, sinking into his hold softly. "We can't, gotta take the kids home soon," you whispered.

"'m not gonna do anything, jus' lovin' on you, sweetheart." he spoke against the shell of your ear, pressing another kiss to your neck he pulled you back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"They're growing up so fast," Toji said softly, voice vibrating through his chest, "I want another baby."

"Oh I'm sure you do," you rolled your eyes, turning around to look at him, "All you have to do is get horny and then i have to be in pain for nine months and then give birth."

Toji laughed at that, snorting when you flicked his chest, "You know I'd do it all for you if I could," he sighed, eyes drifting back to his daughter and son, "I'm not kidding though, I want another baby."

you only smiled, turning and placing a kiss on his plush lips, snuggling yourself into his chest, even under the hot sun, you sought out his warmth.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk toji #jjk #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji #jjk fushiguro #fushiguro #toji zenin #toji fluff

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nermommys-fav-gay · 2 years

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mommy agatha

Okay but could we get jealous mommy!Agatha with a strap, please? HHHHHHHHHHH It's h*rny hours

a/n: i’ll combine this with the following req-

warnings (18+ only): smut, mommy kink, strap-on use, verbal humiliation

agatha dragged you away from where her friends were gathered and into the nearest closet. “who do you think you are? whoring yourself out to wanda like that, right in front of my fucking face.”

“i didn’t mean to, mommy.”

“turn around and put your hands on the wall.” agatha said, unzipping her jeans. you obliged, sticking your ass out slightly in hopes that she’d go easier on you for being cute.

your hopes were short lived when she bottomed out the toy with one thrust. agatha gave you a few seconds to adjust before pulling out and slamming the toy back in.

“you’re getting exactly what you wanted, baby. for me to fuck you with my cock and remind you that you’re mine. aren’t you going to thank me?”

“t-thank you mommy.” you mewled. your face was being squished against the wall because of how hard your girlfriend was fucking you, but you didn’t care.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head when the toy brushed against that sweet spot inside of you. agatha reached underneath you and rubbed at your clit. “soak my cock like a good slut.”

#agatha #m’s works #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #agatha harkness smut #kathryn hahn #mommy agatha

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devilinbetweenthesheet-s · 3 years

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Crybaby (H.S.)

Ahh not sure what this is, i’m on my period and h*rny

Warnings: smut. orgasm denial, degradation, dom/sub dynamics, slight mocking/dumbification(?), slapping, light choking. lmk if i missed anything

He's rough, she likes it. You don't have to! This contains smut, read with caution. 🍑

Word Count: 0.95k

Summary: Y/N's feeling really sorry, and Harry's just enjoying himself.

Harry x Reader

★

‘Aww, baby,’ he coos at her, ‘did you think I'd let you cum?’

He's turned off her pink vibrator just as she was about to cum. Again.

She cries out, ‘B-But I've been so good! T-Thought we were d-done!’

She's taken her punishment so well, and he's proud of her, really! He doesn't think she ought to know that yet. Just a little longer.....

He growls, digging his nails into her plush thigh roughly, ‘I decide when you're done, slut. You're nowhere near done. On your knees. I don't care that the carpet's hurting you, (Y/N). Shut y'fucking mouth.’

She doesn't like how he's still got his trousers on, in contrast to how bare she is. The carpet makes her knees hurt! She whimpers, and look up at him pleadingly, ‘Sir, please—’

He smacks her flushed cheek, his rings indenting the skin, and making it sting.

‘Didn't i tell you,’ he wraps his fist around her ponytail, tugging her head back, ‘to shut the fuck up? Is it that hard to follow orders, slut?’

She shakes her head furiously, ‘N-No! But Sir, please—’

He’s not pleased with her. ‘You just can't learn, huh? I know what'll help.’

He picks up the baby pink panties that have been discarded on one corner of the bed, bunching them up in his large hand.

‘Open.’

She whines, but knows better than to disobey him.

He shoves the lace into her mouth, pressing in with his fingers just a tad until she gags around the fabric, and grips at his wrist in a silent plea to ‘stop, please’

‘There we go,’ he smirks at her helpless state, ‘can't talk much now, can you?’.

She says something snarky, but her voice comes out garbled. She’s glad he didn’t hear her.

He’s not sure what she said, but he knows her well enough to guess. He shoots her a glare and presses a finger to her lips, and says a strict, ‘shush.’

Her cheeks heat with embarrassment and fury for being reprimanded in such a childish manner, but he never fails to remind her that she's brought this upon herself.

‘If only you'd listened, hm?,’ he muses, ‘bet you're really regretting not listening to me, am I right?’

She nods shamefully.

‘Feeling sorry, (Y/N)?’ he circles her - as if she were prey - and he was waiting to pounce on her.

She nods frantically, trying to avoid his gaze. He rolls his eyes.

He tugs her head back roughly by the roots of her hair,

‘Alright, then. Apologise.’

She looks at him, puzzled. Her head's cocked to the side, asking him to elaborate.

‘Go on,’ he encourages, ‘apologize to me. Said y'were feeling sorry, right? So apologize. Unless,’ he looks at her with faux hurt in his eyes, ‘you were lying to me?’

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, no, no, she wasn't lying! She really was sorry. Sorry she’d disobeyed him, sorry she’d cum without permission, sorry she’d spoken out of turn. Really, really sorry.

‘Prove to me how sorry you are, baby.’

She mewls at him, ‘M'sorry!’, but her voice is muffled beyond understanding.

He has a pretty good idea about what she's saying, though.

‘What's that, darling? Couldn't quite hear you,’ he bites his lip to hold back a chuckle, ‘could y'try being just a little louder f'me?

She whines, eyes pricking with tears of frustration. He was overreacting, surely. So what if she’d cum? She didn’t deserve to be punished. She didn't deserve to have more ruined orgasms than she could count on one hand. He was just being mean.

She’s brought out of her thoughts when his hand closes around her throat. A shocked gasp leaves her mouth.

‘What are you thinking, pet?’

Another garbled mess leaves her mouth at his question, and he bends to kiss the furrow between her brows.

He generously fishes the flimsy lace out of her mouth, allowing her to speak.

‘Y’never answered my question, doll.’ he presses, ‘Go on. Had so much t’say, didn’t you? Say it.’

She mutters something under her breath. He’s annoyed now. He was so kindly letting her talk, and she behaved this way. Rather ungrateful of her, he thinks.

A sharp tug to her hair makes it known that he expects her to answer clearly.

‘I was thinking about how mean you are.’ she grits out, clearly annoyed.

He laughs at her.

‘You don't know how mean i can get, darling.’

Her eyes well up with tears— she hates being mocked, and he loves doing it to her for the same reason.

‘Aww, baby,’ he chuckles, pressing a pert kiss to her nose, ‘are you gonna cry?’

She sniffles and holds back a sob. She wasn't going to get what she wanted, anyway. He was the dominant, and he made the rules.

‘Gonna cry f'me, pet? Want it that badly?’ He mocks. ‘Fuck.’

The first tear slides down her cheek, followed by another, and another.

He wipes them away with his thumb, and then pushes it into her mouth, resting it heavily on her tongue. He's pleased with her when she sucks on his finger like the good girl he knows her to be.

He palms himself through his trousers with his free hand, sighing as he relieves some of the pressure

‘Nothing gets me harder than when you cry f'me.’

★

ahhh okay bye

#harry styles smut #dom!harry #mine #harry styles imagines #smut fic #fanfic

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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「𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧」 (maki x reader, yuuji x megumi, nobara x miwa)᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ~[𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞]~ ᠃

a/n; hello my loves. i'm currently writing this as i recover from having my tonsils taken out :D i'm h*rny as hell and drowning my pain in very strong pain killers so yeah lmao. i hope this reads how it's playing in my head. all the characters are aged up, in college. here’s what i listened to while writing this ~ [3.9k words in pt. 1] enjoy!

warnings; nsfw, minors DNI or i'll beat your ass. this is part ONE. this will be two parts. this is gonna have oral (giving & receiving), fem!fem sex, fem!reader, inexperienced maki, peeping toms megumi & yuuji so slight dubcon for voyeurism, handjobs, switching perspectives, an orgy if you squint. one of those "let's teach each other how to kiss" things that goes a lil too far.

part two will be: here once posted.

"How exactly do you... do sex? Like, in general?"

In the hectic aftermath of midterms, almost all of the students in your dorm had taken it upon themselves to venture out and about away from your shared living space. This left you and your small group of friends to enjoy your home as you liked.

After showering and prepping for the sleep that would eventually take you later that night, you made your way into the small common room conjoined between your individual dorm rooms. Maki, Miwa, Nobara, Mai, and Momo had already been gathered in the room, chatting over the low noise of the common space's tv, some eating around the large circular table that sat in the middle of the room while Maki lounged on the floor in front of the couch, scribbling in her notebook.

You plopped yourself down onto the couch, letting your arm go slack into the bag of chips Maki slid your way once you'd settled.

"Hey, are you guys positive that professor Satoru isn't the "blowjob for an A" type?" Miwa questioned passively, scrolling through her phone to look at her midterm review grades, "He's way too hot not to be a slut and I will cash in on that for my benefit if the opportunity is there."

Nobara chuckled, shaking her head as she swallowed down a mouthful of salmon roll she'd gotten from a nearby shop that evening.

"Dude, good luck trying to crack that walnut open. I've heard he actually likes women older than him, not younger. So he is a slut, just not for our age demographic."

The bubblegum blue-haired girl huffed, aggressively sliding her thumb to the next page of her grades sheets.

"That's such a loss for the girls," Momo sighed, blowing her freshly painted nails as she moved to start on her toes, "Good for the mommy demographic though! He totally has the "sexy guy you cheat on your husband with" vibe. The "hot guy who gets your groove back." "Make me feel sexy again after this baby" tings."

“Oh god,” Mai groaned, visibly as disgusted as she sounded, “Please. I don’t see what the hype is around Gojo sensei. He’s cute and all but way too cocky.”

“Yeah, he’s cocky as hell but he has kinda earned the right to be that way Mai,” Maki said matter of factly, “He has the most accolades out of his whole department for a reason. His being here is more of a favor for the school than the other way around. But… now that I think about it, that’s also the reason he’s such a tough grader.”

"I’m so glad I dropped his class last semester,” Nobara said, "I got Geto’s class instead and my mental health will forever thank me for it.”

Momo moaned out loud like she’d eaten the most delectable bite of any dessert she’d ever tried.

“Oh god, Geto sensei. Now that's a face I wanna see between my legs. He has the whole stoic strong type thing going on. Plus, the hair. Who doesn’t love an older man with long hair?"

Mai faux gagged, collecting her food from the microwave once it’s beeps rang through the room.

“Whatever Mai, you’d hop on that if the opportunity came up and you know it,” you teased, inhaling another mouthful of salted crisps.

“Hm,” Nobara hummed loudly, “I don’t know about that actually. Someone might be too busy gargling a certain someone else’s balls to see the opportunity coming at her in time to catch it.”

Everyone’s eyes opened wide at that, instantly staring at the juniper-haired twin.

“Okay, listen,” she said, a smile creeping onto her lips.

“No fucking way!” Miwa yelled, slamming her nail polish down on the table, “You’ve been sleeping with Todo? I knew it! Since when?”

“Well,” she said, blowing off the steam from her noodle dish, “We aren’t exactly sleeping together. He just likes eating me out and sometimes he fucks my thighs or will jerk off with my toes in his mouth or something. Not exactly “home base” or anything. I don’t know if I want him in me yet. He might never leave me alone if I let him.”

Miwa’s jaw was basically touching the floor.

“You what? That’s more intimate than sex I think. Don’t you guys think?” she said, directing the question towards all of you.

You shrugged, rolling the bag of chips closed from where you hung upside down on the couch.

“I’m not sure, really. I don’t know how you measure levels of intimacy, cause it’s not like a clear thing. Some simple things feel really intimate and sometimes sex feels very cut and dry, it just kinda depends I guess.”

Nobara nodded, gulping down some water to clear her mouth since she’d finished her salmon roll.

“I agree. I’ve literally had someone do anal with me on the first date and it felt so chill it was almost weird.”

Momo hummed, inspired enough to share with the group.

“I think the most intimate sex I’ve had to date was that one time Mai very drunkenly asked me if she could practice her tongue tricks on my pussy a few months ago. Even then, we’re still friends and fuck other people, and everything’s normal with us. Intimacy is a weird weird thing.”

You turned your head to see Mai silently nodding in agreement before gently fist-bumping the petite blonde.

“Wow. Am I not adventurous enough?” Miwa groaned, “I thought finally working up the courage to ask Kokichi if he’d be interested in having sex with me from behind was wild. Maki, what’s been your best?”

You didn’t miss how she shrunk in a bit on herself, pointedly ignoring all of your gazes.

“Maki?” you questioned, awaiting some sort of answer from the hazel-eyed beauty.

That's when Maki spoke, her characteristic brazenness notably subdued when she muttered out the question, "Well, I’m not really… I don’t know how... How exactly do you do sex? Like, in general?"

You blinked blankly at the pine-haired girl sat across from you on the tatami-covered floor of your communal room.

“Wait, what?” Nobara questioned, her eyebrows quirked closer together on her forehead.

"Maki, have you never..." Miwa, the sweetest of your group whispered. Her hands were frozen as they hovered above her blue locks, like she physically couldn't continue tying her hair back into a ponytail until the question had been removed from the air.

She groaned, an exasperated sound vibrating its way around in her throat.

“No, I’m not a virgin. Not necessarily. I’ve done little things but like… it’s never been good,” she explained, punctuating her words with her hands, “I’ve only had guys do it the regular way and even then I don’t even… men just don’t make me feel good, but I’m also just not sure if it’s the positions or something that’s wrong. It’s all kinda confusing and porn is so trash and fake, I refuse to watch it to try and learn anything, but it’s hard finding people that I think are worth the time or effort to try and hook up with at this school and just… ugh.”’

You looked at the frustrated expression on your friend’s face, wanting nothing more than to make that look disappear.

“I mean,” you said, the confidence from years of experience coming out in your words, “I’d be down to show you some things. Like, positions and stuff to keep in mind for next time you’re with someone that might feel better.”

The girl’s eyes snapped to look at you, though no one said a word against the offer now hanging in the air. No one moved to leave either.

“She did get called the “Succubus Whore in 824” our entire spring semester for a reason,” Momo commented, thinking over your offer, “The girl had everyone trying to bust down her door for “lessons” all term. I’d accept.”

Nobara nodded in agreement, memories from the last few months flooding into the forefront of her brain. So many moans heard through the walls, so little time.

“Megs and Yuuji are together now and I still think they’d cry tears of joy if [y/n] offered to be a third for them again,” she chuckled, “I’m pretty sure they’re out on the hunt for a replacement tonight as we speak, or maybe they went home. I don’t know. I haven’t seen them all day, but regardless. She’s our little national sex treasure.”

You chuckled, doing a princess wave as you accepted your praises.

“Come on, just a demonstration,” Miwa suggested, “You have one of the most sought-after bed warmers on this entire campus offering to help you. I’m taking notes.”

You could see the wheels turning in Maki’s brain. The two of you had been friends for the better part of a year, the origins of that friendship known but long passed at this point. Her friends were yours and almost every social aspect of your lives were interwoven. She was sweet and headstrong, and you admired her. You also knew her well enough to know you could do this and things would be fine, whatever direction they may take.

“Fine,” she sighed, rolling her eyes playfully as she got up to join you on the couch, “I’ll bite. Teach me your ways.”

You hopped up from where you were hanging off the couch, adjusting your frilly shorts and cropped spaghetti strap shirt to where your clothes laid comfortably against your skin again. You let Maki relax into the couch in front of you, sitting like she normally would.

“Okay so, what do guys normally do when you get ready to do the do?” you questioned, thinking over some of your favorite types of foreplay you’d done over the years.

Maki let her eyes search the ceiling as if the tiles would hold the answer.

“Uh, they normally just kiss me or something.”

“And then…” you said, motioning for her to continue.

“Then,” she thought, looking as if she was struggling to come up with an answer already, “Then they might kiss my neck for a little bit. Then they’d try to finger me or rub where they think my clit is. Some guys have tried going down on me but it’s never very good and like ⅘ I just asked to leave afterward, it didn’t even get to the sex part.”

Maki made a hissing sound from her teeth like that sentence had caused her physical pain.

“Jesus christ Maki, where are you finding these people?”

She shrugged, at a loss as to what to say for herself.

“I don’t know! It was always local guys or someone I’d met out at a bar and we’d been drunk or something. It’s hard meeting guys and liking them enough to try and literally none of them have made the energy wasted seem worth it.”

You shook your hand, holding your hand to your heart.

“Dear god,” you gasped, “Okay, no. We need to run through some things.”

You scooched your body closer to hers, arranging your legs so you were comfortably tangled up in each other. You put your arm beside her head along the back of the couch, letting it fall so that you could bring your hand around to caress the top of her exposed back in her tank top.

“Okay so were the kisses good or bad?” you questioned, already dreading her answer since you knew it’d be…

“Bad. Well, some were okay. But, yeah, it wasn’t the best. Not how I always thought it should be based on how people talk about it.”

God, why didn’t she tell you this ages ago so you could show her how good sex is supposed to be?

“Okay,” you said, letting the word hang in the air for a moment as you decided to play things cool, “I’m gonna kiss you. That okay?”

You didn’t miss how her eyes got a little wider as the words left your lips. A small gasp from the peanut gallery gathered in your common space reminded you of the other’s presence, but it didn’t matter. They’d done and seen their fair share of shit throughout their first year or two of college as well. A little kiss wouldn’t be too scandalous.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding softly.

You cupped her face beneath her chin with your right hand, letting your left hand get lost in the hair cascading down her back since it was free from her signature ponytail.

The air in the room felt still as you slotted your lips against hers, letting your lips touch hers at first in something like a peck, just to break the ice. You pulled away a little to look into her eyes, silently asking for permission to do it again. She nodded her head softly, answering the question you hadn’t needed to say out loud.

The second pass of your lips against hers was a lot softer. You let yourself relax into it as she kissed you back, her plump bottom lip a perfect fit for yours and you exchanged the same few puffs of air. You gently caressed the line of her jaw with your thumb, the rest of your fingers running through the tendrils of hair around her ear.

You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on. Maki was a lot of things, and an intoxicatingly beautiful woman was one of them. She was strong, with lots of edge that was always punctuated by her raw grit and earned talent, but she could also be so insanely soft. In little moments that she thought no one noticed. When a soft whimper escaped her lips, so quiet that you were sure none of the other girls had heard it, you knew you were about to earn so many more of those little moments of memory to hold on to. The eyes looking at the two of you discover each other’s mouths somehow enhancing the experience instead of ruining it. You liked that someone else would be able to see you teach Maki Zenin what pleasure really meant.

“That’s better,” she said softly once you finally broke away from your kiss, her eyes a bit dazed as she relaxed her body against the couch.

You sat there looking at each other, the electric charge building between your quickly warming bodies tangible even though neither of you had said anything to acknowledge it.

“Okay, better kisses,” Miwa said, breaking the silence that had begun to overtake the space, “Check. So, what else?”

You blinked quickly, shaking yourself back into reality once Miwa’s voice had broken the daze you’d entered. You looked over at the normally pale girl, instantly noticing the red hue quickly beginning to cover her exposed skin.

“Next, normally they’d…”

“They’d kiss your neck?” you teased, cutting Maki off, “Or something. Right?”

“Right,” she chuckled, enamored with your brashness.

You pulled her back into a kiss, your hand firmly on the back of her neck as you did so. This time, once the kiss had deepened, you lowered your mouth to her neck, sucking gently at the pressure point beneath her right ear, cradling her head with your hand.

“Oh, um,” she whimpered softly, trying and failing to keep the sound in, “That’s the spot. Guys normally do it too high or way too low and they use their teeth too much and it- oh.”

You ran your hand down the front of her shirt, stopping your hand when you felt a stiffened nipple beneath the thin fabric. You gently tugged on the nub, rubbing your fingers together around it before pulling on it ever so slightly.

“You,” she moaned, “You do that better.”

You were taken out of your trance when a louder moan echoed in the small space, demanding your attention. Your eyes grew wide when you saw who the sound had come from.

“Bara?” Maki questioned, a giggle escaping from her lips.

Nobara and Miwa had relaxed against the tatami mat and were exploring with their hands as you were. Except Miwa had the brunette’s t-shirt raised underneath her chin to expose her breasts, one of which was currently in her mouth.

“We’ve both kinetic learners,” Nobara moaned, adjusting her arms so Maki could suckle her breast while still watching the two of you.

Maki instantly noted that her sister had fled the room at some point along with Momo in tow. The two would probably never admit it, but they were definitely off to do some “instruction time” of their own in Mai’s room.

“Maybe we should take notes from them instead huh?” you suggested, tugging slightly at the top hem of Maki’s shirt.

She pulled up the fabric, letting her supple perky breasts fall out of the garment. Once you’d freed your own breasts from your shirt, you instantly noticed the difference in shades: her nipples a dusty rose pink color, while your's were a succulent chocolate brown. The clash of shades was so gorgeous to look at that you had to press them against each other.

“Aw, even their boobs are kissing,” Miwa giggled, letting Nobara take her breast into her mouth as she switched positions with the sky-blue-haired girl.

You chuckled, not missing a beat when the remaining twin girl pulled you back into a kiss. You melted into it, knowing that the night was now long from over, with nothing but possibilities ahead of you.

You always were just as good of a student as you were a tutor.

“How did both bars manage to be a bust?” Yuuji groaned, taking Megumi’s hand into his as they walked down the corridor to their shared dorm room, “I know everyone said they were going out for the weekend but I didn’t know they meant they were going home.”

Megumi hummed, looking out the window next to him down at the mostly bare sidewalks of their college campus, agreeing.

“I heard some professors are grading like insanely hard this term to get our enrollment numbers down on purpose. A lot of people probably went home to focus a bit before we start the second half of term, or to decide if they’re even coming back.”

“Why would they be pushing people to not come back?” Yuuji said, confusion clear in his tone.

Megumi hummed, pondering how to explain it.

“I mean, think about it. It doesn’t make sense for them to be making all these tuition dollars if they can’t cash in on graduates since too many people are enrolling then dropping because housing is so packed.”

“That makes sense,” Yuuji hummed, “I forgot their passing rates and all that matters more than the number of attendees. It has been so bad that they made our dorm co-ed for the sake of space, and it’s never been co-ed before. I refuse to complain about that though.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Megumi chuckled, “You get to ogle pretty girls all day then come home at night to take all that sexual frustration out on me. It’s any bisexual boy’s dream.”

Yuuji nodded, directing the conversation somewhere else as the two entered the corridor that had their dorm pod in it.

Since their college had gotten such a large influx of students in the last year, dorm spaces had been changed to fit the rising need for space in the next academic year. What used to be a [room – common space – room] layout was now a four-way dorm room layout. Where four rooms were a pod that all shared a common room, and the dorm building shared one big commons on the bottom floor of the building.

Yuuji and Megumi had been roommates since the old layout was in effect. Albeit, back in their old dorm unit in the (formerly boy’s only) building next door. When the school offered a switch, they took it. Instantly becoming a part of the four-unit pod that also housed Momo and Nobara, you and Mai, and Maki and Miwa.

Things had been fine from the beginning of your new arrangement. Everyone was always respectful, even when lines began to blur between friends and friends with benefits amongst all of you. Even then, though living in co-ed dorms was always a thing of dreams for most young, newly cemented adults with their newfound taste of freedom, you all handled it well. Things were never as dramatic or insane as most would assume they should’ve been.

The two knew that most of the porn scenarios that young men concocted about their arrangement were just that: fuel for jerk-off material and nothing more. Boundaries still existed, attraction still mattered, and most of the things in porn just didn’t happen in real life, and that was okay.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Megumi asked, looking around the corridor in a lazy attempt to locate the source of the sound.

Yuuji tuned in his ears, looking around as well as they neared their door.

“I think… someone’s having sex I think, but it’s not coming from anyone’s room,” he pointed around at the girl’s doors, noting that two were wide open with no one inside and the one that was closed audibly held in Mai and Momo’s hushed voices.

“Do you think…” Megumi suggested, his eyes locking on the closed door of the common room at the end of the small hallway.

Yuuji shook his head, not even daring himself to allow the suggestion in his brain.

“No, no way,” he said, fighting the images already beginning to manifest in his mind, “There’s a window on that door and a little flap thingie in the kitchen above the trash that looks right in. They wouldn’t.”

Megumi cocked an eyebrow at his pink-haired boyfriend.

“Okay, you know a lot about that “flap thingie” and I’m eventually gonna need to know why. Second, what if they did?”

Yuuji looked into his partner’s eyes, leaning over to kiss him with a fervor that was too heated for the open space of the hallway.

“It is a common space. I mean, if they didn’t want anyone to see then they wouldn’t be doing it in the open, right? It wouldn’t be our fault if we looked into our common area and just happened to see what was going on.”

“Mhm,” Megumi chuckled, “It can’t hurt to look. I mean, what if someone’s actually getting hurt? What kind of roommates would we be if, as the men of this dorm pod, we didn’t go make sure our friends are okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yuuji said absentmindedly, kissing Megumi as he walked them backward into the side door that led to a storage room behind the kitchen area of their commons.

It was Yuuji that took the plunge and opened the little flap, gently lifting the heavy piece of malleable plastic that obstructed their view of the room.

The scene playing out in front of his eyes was something his adolescent brain would’ve only reserved for the search bar on his favorite porn site.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, so quiet only Megumi was able to hear him. The site instantly making his dick fill to full hardness, straining so hard against his jeans that he feared the button may unclasp on it’s own.

When he moved to allow Megumi a full view as well, the raven-haired man felt his mouth fill with drool, like a canine starved that smelled fresh meat for the first time.

“Holy shit. They would.”

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