#the thing on his leg is a dog hair btw they just end up everywhere and i never realise until its too late

[flydunes]

[id: a traditional cartoon drawing of link from legend of zelda breath of the wild. he is wearing his champions tunic, hylian pants and amber earrings. he is standing in a battle-ready pose, looking almost as if he has just thrown something. his left arm is extended down in front of him, and his right arm is held aloft, holding a shield. only the back of the shield can be seen. he has the master sword sheathed at his back. there is a red rectangle behind him. end id]

got a switch and botw for my birthday back in march and when i started playing i was like "huh. i really like loz but my old obsession isnt back thats weird" and now that im almost finished it decided to hit me round the face with a rusty shield

im only going to draw link for the next two weeks

#legend of zelda #loz #link #link is very much a comfort character and drawing him makes me very happy #the thing on his leg is a dog hair btw they just end up everywhere and i never realise until its too late #im too far into the process of posting to go take a new photo and edit it #more links incoming in the next few weeks heehee #botw #breath of the wild #botw link

[purple-babygirl]

First of all… who told you that you could toy with my heart over your latest work: SamBucky and the injuries Little. Talk about the angst but fluff. Just mwah!

But will all that angst especially with Sam and Bucky—they are just a perfect combo, btw. I now am needy for angst to fluff (oops…). All I can think about is an insecure little who think that her daddies don’t love her after a misunderstanding, so she pack up her things and runs away. (But a happy ending is ensured) when Sam and Bucky are able to find her

Love you.

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word Count: 2,796

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, a dash of angst, and a pinch of fluff

A/N: Hello, Nonnie! Thank you for reading, and thank you for sharing this idea with me and allowing me to toy with your heart over it!💜💜 I was a puddle writing this one. I'm really sorry if this took me too long; I hope it's to your liking and I love you too *ghost kisses*💜 please enjoy xx

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unwanted

“That's enough. Go to your room.” Sam demanded angrily, looking down at the cheerios covering the kitchen floor that he now would have to clean up.

“Papa-”

“All you do is cause trouble and I'm done! To your room, now!”

She's been bad again. It was the third time this week. She has been disobedient and impatient. Whenever Papa and Daddy told her to do anything she somehow managed to mess it up. Sam had told her not to touch anything but she wanted to help nevertheless. She couldn’t reach the cupboard though and ended up spilling the box of cereal all over the place.

Her gaze dropped and she walked to her room without another word and a few minutes later, Bucky came to give her lunch and collect her phone and tablet, taking away her screen time for the day.

“But daddy-”

“No, doll. I'm taking them away. You never listen anymore and it needs to stop.”

Papa and Daddy are mad at you. They don't love you no more. They're sick of you. You never listen and you're always bad. They could be so much happier and calmer if it wasn't for you always riling them up. They were done. It needed to stop. They don't love you no more. They don't want you no more. They don't love you. They don't want you.

She sat wallowing in her room, tears gathering in her eyes as her own mind attacked her. Maybe it was all true. All she does is cause trouble.

So maybe if she left…

She got up and got her big girl backpack out of the closet.

Maybe if she left Papa and Daddy would be better off without her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gathered and pushed items into her bag.

Maybe if she was gone they would be less angry.

She zipped the bag up before sloppily slipping her socks on and picking up her stuffed friend.

Maybe if she escaped the house she could escape her thoughts too; leave them all in her room and go.

She wiped her cheeks, tiptoed out of her room, found her shoes by the front door and quietly got into them. She could hear Daddy and Papa lowly laughing together while they got things done in the backyard. Leaving really was the right decision then; they were happier without her.

Taking one, last, tear-blurred look at the house, she stepped outside and quietly closed the door behind her. She held her small white bunny to her chest and sniffed before taking off, walking to the only place that would bring her comfort.

~

“She's going to be so happy. I can't wait to see her face.” Sam smiled proudly, hands on his waist as he took one last look at the swing he and Bucky have put together for their baby girl in the backyard.

“I really hope she likes it.” Bucky smiled back in agreement before opening the door for Sam and walking inside behind him.

They felt they were too hard on her that morning and she was usually a good girl, only intending to do good for her Daddy and Papa. So they decided to build the swing earlier than they’d previously planned to lighten things up again.

“Is it just me or is it awfully quiet in here?” Bucky murmured, bringing the water bottle down from his mouth and looking around the living room in slight suspicion.

“I mean, she is in a timeout and you did take away her phone,” Sam reminded him, trying not to let himself panic as he got himself a water bottle from the fridge.

But it wasn’t that. Bucky could still hear her presence no matter how quiet. He could hear her crayons gliding on paper when she would sit down to color. He could hear her hum as she organized her toys around the table for tea parties. This quietness wasn’t normal.

Bucky jogged up the stairs to her room and just as he feared, she wasn't in there. Her sandwich was untouched. Her closet was open and her backpack and favourite blankie were missing.

“Sam!” He called for his husband, taking long strides to their bedroom to find she wasn't there either.

Sam ran up the stairs at Bucky's freaked tone and saw him pacing through the hallway.

“She's not here.”

“What?” Sam’s heart sank into his stomach.

“I can't find her.” Bucky shook his head at Sam, running his fingers through his hair in growing panic.

“Hey, calm down. We're gonna find her.” Sam rubbed a hand down Bucky's back, trying to hide his own fright for Bucky's sake as his mind ran to every single place she knew how to get to on her own.

“How? How are we gonna find her? We don't even know where she went or if she's okay-”

Sam put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, the other cupping his cheek.

“Hey, breathe,” Sam instructed, slowly breathing so Bucky could copy him, trying to send away the panic attack ready to take over him. Bucky nuzzled his palm, his breath coming out shaky.

“That's it, Buck. In and out.” He moved his hands to Bucky’s.

“But she was so little when we sent her to her room and she probably doesn't even have any ID or money with her-”

“Bucky,” Sam squeezed his husband’s hands.

“We can't lose her, Sam. I can't- I took her phone away- if she's in trouble, she won't be able to-”

“Bucky, baby, we're gonna find her and she's gonna be okay. I promise.” Sam reassured him with words he himself wasn't sure would turn out to be true, his large palm stroking up and down the tense muscles of Bucky’s back, “I need you to keep breathing for me.”

Bucky tried to manage his breathing, slightly calming down to the thought of getting to hold her again.

“She couldn't have gotten that far, so we're gonna look around and I'm gonna call Steve, okay?” Bucky nodded at Sam's words, glossy eyes closing as Sam planted a kiss to the side of his forehead, “okay, baby. Let's go.”

~

Sam took the car, driving slowly, roaming the neighborhood to see if she was anywhere around the area. He was asking anyone and everyone who passed by his car if they've seen her. But apparently, no one has. Not even the old couple at the end of the street with the dog she loved to pet so much.

Bucky chose to go on foot as he walked in the other direction, preferring to depend on his enhanced senses instead of talking to other people. Even if he did talk to them for help, no one would understand that while her picture looked like that of a grown lady, she was a mere baby. They would never understand their panic.

Sam rubbed his forehead in frustration, leaning it against the wheel. He’d just hung up with Steve. He said she didn't come to his place; didn't even stop by. In fact, he hasn’t heard from her at all and got worried when Sam called. He took an uneven breath, trying to maintain his cool before he lifted his head up and started the car again.

~

Leaning back on the big tree, she wrapped her soft blankie tighter around her frame. It was getting kind of chilly and she was starting to regret leaving now that it wasn't that sunny anymore. The tears drying on her cheeks made her shiver even more and she sniffled, kissing her bunny's head and tugging the stuffed animal under her chin. She hoped Daddy and Papa were feeling better now that she was no longer there with them.

“Doll?” She heard Bucky's voice and before she could wonder if she'd imagined it, she was pressed to a hard chest.

“Oh, thank god,” Bucky sighed, kissing the side of her head over and over again, his hands tight around her back, holding her and her bunny close to his frantically beating heart.

“Baby, why'd you leave like that? We were so worried! We looked everywhere, we called everyone.” Bucky kissed her forehead a bunch before “-oh right!”

He got his phone out of his pocket with one arm, the other still firmly holding her to his chest. She kept holding onto her bunny, not really getting what was happening. Was she in trouble for leaving unannounced or not? Why would Daddy and Papa want to find her? She was nothing but trouble.

“Sam, I found her! We're in our secret place in the park.”

At Bucky's call, Sam took a sharp turn, stepping on the gas to get to the park as fast as he could.

“Are you okay, doll? Are you hurt anywhere?” Bucky asked her after hanging up, anxiously checking her head, face, arms and legs for injuries.

She shook her head silently, fresh, hot tears burning at the brims of her eyes.

“Thank god.” Bucky hugged her to his chest again, “we were so scared, doll. We were so scared.”

He kissed her damp cheeks and chin as she kept biting her lip, quietly sniveling.

She'd scared them. She'd worried them. Why was it always that she did something wrong while trying to do anything right? She was no good.

“It’s okay, love. I found you. I’m right here.” Bucky kissed her eyelids, then her nose, thinking she was crying because she was lost alone.

He pulled her on his lap and adjusted himself in her place, his back to the tree trunk as he held her close, fearing she’d disappear if he were to loosen his grip around her.

“Sugar!” Sam’s voice echoed through the empty part of the park when he saw her burrito-wrapped body in Bucky’s lap.

“Papa’s here, doll. It’s okay.” Bucky whispered to her when she didn’t stop crying.

She turned around and her eyes met Sam’s watery, brown ones.

“Hey, sugar,” Sam greeted softly, getting down on his knees before her.

Her lower lip jutted out further as new tears soaked her pretty face. It hasn’t even been a whole day and she’s missed Papa and Daddy so much. How was she ever planning on running away from them or being without them?

“Aww, no, no, baby, it’s okay,” Sam cooed, bringing her to his chest and engulfing her in a protective hug.

Her blanket fell in Bucky’s lap and she dropped her bunny to cling to Sam, barely quieting her sobs.

Not able to hold himself together any longer, a tear escaped Sam’s eye his gaze met Bucky’s. He buried his nose in her hair and squeezed her closer to him, sighing in relief that they’ve found her. His mind kept torturing him with scenarios of her getting hurt and not getting help. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if they’d actually lost her.

“You’re okay, sugar. Papa’s here with you. I’m sorry it took us so long, baby. We were looking in a lot of places.” Sam sniffled, pulling back to pepper featherlike kisses all over her face.

“You wanted to find me?” Her small, brittle voice asked, doe eyes staring up sadly.

“What? Of course we wanted to find you, baby! Why would you think otherwise?!”

“But I was bad. You w-were done. It needed to stop,” she repeated his and Bucky’s words on him and Sam felt shame cover him from head to toe, Bucky not any different as he bit down to stop his tears.

“Doll,” Bucky went to hold her hands only to find they were freezing.

“Shit! She’s too cold,” he told Sam, who immediately started taking off his jacket.

“Dada, bad word,” she softly reminded Bucky, covering her mouth with her hand before Sam got out of his jacket.

Sam slipped his warm jacket on her and pulled the zipper up, her small hands disappearing inside the long sleeves.

“Good girl, sugar. It is a bad word.” He rolled the sleeves back just enough to get her palms out so she could still hold her bunny.

“But you don’t see me asking daddy to leave because he was bad, do you?” Sam asked tenderly and she shook her head no.

“Exactly, I’m not. You know why?” Sam pressed kisses to both of her hands multiple times, rubbing them between his palms to warm her up.

“Why, papa?” she asked as he carried her in his arms; Bucky gathering the rest of her stuff.

“Because I love him so much." Sam wiped her tears. "And both me and daddy love you so so so much, sugar.” He pressed a firm kiss to her temple.

Bucky handed her the small bunny back after patting any dust or leaves out of it.

“We never want you to go, doll.” Bucky pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“Even when I’m really really bad?”

“Even if you’re really really bad,” Sam guaranteed, kissing her temple again.

“But- I thought papa and daddy would be happier and not so angry no more if I left,” she mumbled innocently as Sam started walking to the car with her in his arms.

“That could never be true, doll. We’re only happy as long as we have you,” Bucky reassured her, opening the backseat door so Papa could slip in with her on his lap.

“And you still love me?” Her pout, teary puppy eyes and words were just killing both men inside.

“Of course we love you, doll! We will always love you. We can never afford to lose you,” Bucky told her, his eyes searching hers to offer them comfort.

“Baby, we love you so much it’s uncountable, remember?” Sam ran his thumb over the knuckles of her stuffie-holding hands.

She nodded, her eyes teary but her smile comforted and reassured. “I love you too, Papa,” she mumbled, grabbing onto Sam’s thumb, her eyelids barely staying open.

“I’m sorry I left,” she sniffled.

“It’s alright, baby. We’re all together now and we're going home.” Sam kissed her forehead once more, wanting her to forget all about it and know everything was okay again.

“Told you we’d find her,” Sam said, drawing Bucky inside the car by the cheek and brushing his lips against his.

“You did.” Bucky nodded, pressing his forehead to Sam’s and kissing him again.

Bucky pulled back and smiled adoringly at her sleepy eyes fighting to stay open as she leaned onto Sam's chest before getting in the driver’s seat to take them home. Sam was caressing her hair and before she knew it her eyes were fluttering closed.

All the crying all day had drained her and her body could finally give up and relax now that she was in Papa’s hold; she was out like a light.

“You’re so important to me and daddy, sugar. Never ever forget that,” Sam whispered against her forehead before pressing a slow kiss to her skin.

She might've had no idea how adored and cherished she actually was, but that was okay. Sam and Bucky had a lifetime ahead of them where they could show her again and again that they loved and needed her just as much as she did them.

~

“Dada! Papa! Wake up! We have a swing!”

She’d fallen asleep pretty early in the car last night and neither Sam nor Bucky had the heart to wake her up when they got home. So they took her shoes and socks off and tucked her in in their bed.

Now they had to deal with her waking up way too early. She’d gone to the bathroom on her own like a good girl before her stomach hungrily grumbled. And when she got to the kitchen for a cup of water and maybe the plate of fruit in the fridge, her eyes fell on the swing showing outside the small window on the kitchen door.

Bucky rolled over and opened his eyes first, her jumping on her knees on the bed beside him pulling him out of his dreams. Sam, however, didn’t move a muscle. The man slept so soundly that sometimes Bucky was jealous. How heavy of a sleeper could a person be?

“Yes, we do, baby.” Bucky chuckled. “Me and papa built it just for you.” He smiled sleepily at her excited face before annoyingly poking Sam’s back, “Sam, wake up.”

“Tank you, dada.” She settled back on her ankles though still buzzing with joy.

“You like it, sugar?” Bucky opened his arms wide for her.

“Yes, I love it.” She nodded happily before perching herself on his hard chest, cutely kissing his jaw, “and I love you, dada.”

“Sam.” He affectionately punched his sleeping husband’s shoulder, smirking when he heard him groan, “she likes the swing.”

#sambucky x little!reader #sambucky x reader #sambucky x f!reader #sambucky x female!reader #sambucky fic #sambucky fluff #sambucky angst #sambucky fanfiction #poly!sambucky #sambucky imagine #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy!bucky x reader #daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader #daddy!bucky barnes #daddy!bucky barnes x reader #daddy!bucky #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x sam wilson #bucky x reader x sam #sam x bucky x reader #sam wilson x little!reader #sam wilson x female reader #sam wilson x f!reader #daddy!sam #papa!sam wilson #papa!sam wilson x little!reader #sam wilson angst #sam wilson x reader

[namgee]

cry baby | jjk (m)

❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f) ❥genre: smut, pwp, fwb au, university au (barely lol), fluff, 18+ ❥word count: 16.7k  ❥summary:

Jeon Jungkook [Jeon Jeong-gug] noun

1. The friendly (and hot) employee at your local roller rink. 2. Your friend with benefits of 3 months. 3. Someone who’s currently pissed at you for not casting your decisive vote on him in the disco rollerskating contest at his workplace. 4. A vengeful man determined on using his best assets to make you cry.

❥warnings: alcohol, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throating, slight dom jungkook (?), tattooed jk (that I didn’t mention enough tbh 😩), fingering, rough sex, some overstimulation, some slight edging some spanking, biting (this could have been written as a vampire au lol), light exhibitionism, sex in public places,  reader gives a lot of looks 👀 (let me know if I forgot something) ❥a/n: this story jumps time a bit at the start I actually got confused with the tense since I’m so used to writing in the present tense, hopefully it’s not too confusing and doesn’t mess with the flow of the story, i was trying two new things with this story : writing smut and exploring new story structure, sorry for any spelling mistakes 🥺. any feedback is appreciated ;)) btw the title was inspired by the movie cause jungkook’s looks for the dicon shoot fit it to the T. ❥taglist: @min-nicoleee​ @jeonsjiddies​ @ggukkieland​ 

You really like fucking Jeon Jungkook. 

He is made of just the right ratio of hardness and softness. You can simultaneously take an impromptu seat on the set of hard thighs that made for an irresistible lap. Thighs that still manage to mold themselves into the perfect weapon to attack the ever growing heat in your center. It’s precisely because of how much you like being confined under his heaving torso in the darkness of the night or the crack of dawn that you loved to stir his competitive spirit. 

Jungkook has been working at Diane’s Rink since his sophomore year of high school. Now two years into college and very capable of finding a better paying job he still chooses to remain an employee. The boss, Diane Berry, knows very well about the positive impact his presence has on her business, so she decided long ago to give him some perks apart from the bonus that grows for every year he remained an employee.  

One of the perks is allowing him, as staff, to participate in events held by the rink. From there on Jungkook has won the annual disco roller skating championship “Disco Craze” for four years in a row! A fit that he deserves, he is a great skater after all. 

A year ago you had moved from out of town to attend college. During your minimal sightseeing you come across a poster for the rink and its annual championship at the town hall. It turned out a friend of your roommate, Kyra, was a frequent visitor and was going to participate. 

On a chilly autumn day, the three of you headed to the rink itching for any kind of entertainment. Upon entering, the atmosphere was bubbling, strobe lights colouring smiling faces, people were gathered around the rink already cheering even though the competition wasn’t supposed to start for another fifteen minutes.

However, the minute you caught sight of what they were all looking at, an understanding nod was all you could give. Right there in the middle of the rink, the body of a well-shaped man clad with snug flare jeans skated effortlessly around as he swept the floor. You watched for a while as he moved around sweeping the same area a total of three times. Wow, he must really love the attention.

The competition started soon after you managed to get some snacks. Everyone clapped as the contestants entered the rink and lined themselves up for presentation. You were close to the rink ready to see it all when the real snack took the stage. 

Your roommate’s friend happened to be good, so good he managed to make you snatch your prying eyes away from “Mr. Swipe the Floor” for a good amount of time. Your attention was however brought back by the matter at hand as the sight of the most perfectly shaped globes of rear meat wrapped in a thin coat of denim passed by your eyes and you felt the urge to tap in. 

His performance on the rink, as if he was born in skates, didn’t help the matter at hand. Just like that, as if you were a primal woman hunting for a suiting partner and he was unaware of performing a nuptial dance, you made your mind then and there to somehow before the time you finish your education have him sweep something else other than the skating floor.

Everyone needs something to motivate them to keep going. Unfortunately for you, after that momentary day there weren’t many opportunities for you to go to attack. You can’t lie, you felt slightly guilty going after an oblivious prey, not that he looked like a prey. However, unknowing to you, your catch would lead to a drastic shift in your roles.

After a couple of months an opportunity finally presented itself. It was a Friday, the day after the fall midterm exam, and it was party time. Knowing fully well that his party royalty friends would drag him there, you figured you should go and try your luck. 

Somehow between finding out Kyra is a hardcore partygoer and getting lost in the enticing swing of the music you forgot about your primary mission. But a quick trip to the restroom, one which forced you to pass dozens of bodies plastered to the wall in pairs of two made sure to remind you of the night’s purpose. 

You searched around for him, a harder task than you had expected as people flocked around him and his friend group. You cursed yourself for the misfortune of having your eyes set on the popular boy with slick hair that’s otherwise hanging in loose waves, tucked behind his ears or in a bun. But it was too late then, you wanted something, someone and you were out to get it. 

In your moment of extreme strength and confidence, all of which were fuelled by Kyra’s weird and possibly slightly poisoning alcohol blend, you gave your best (and thankfully only) shot. Your eyes zeroed in on the man who you had come to know as Jungkook as he continued to socialise with his group of friends. 

The distance between the two of you wasn’t big (you had after all been creeping for most of the night) and no one was exactly looking at you, yet you put on your best stance and strutted confidently towards him. You had talked to Jungkook before for a grand total of two times, both of those instances were in class, so it technically didn’t count. As you approached the large group of people, shivers travelled up your spine at the sight of yet another snug pair of pants paired with a belt that accentuated his waist.

Just for a second you felt jealous and a bit insecure as you stared down at your own form. However, drunk you couldn’t keep her mind one thing for too long unless it was Jeon Jungkook (and some other miscellaneous but important things). The Jungkook that was looking at you as you lifted your head back up. 

FUCK.

You had imagined the first time you caught him looking at you to be very different. You were supposed to look confident, disinterested but still somehow soft. You thought that in some way, because women are amazing, you would have figured out how to make it all work.

Yet there you were looking back, gaze wavering to let yourself catch a breath. You were one hundred percent sure he was making you more intoxicated than whatever it was you drank. 

It was the forehead exposure, coupled with a sweet looking, curious puppy dog face that really made you realise you were fucked and you really wanted to get fucked. That day was your lucky day, maybe he had been  looking for a charity case. Jungkook’s eyes kept trailing past your tight fitting crop top to your fidgeting legs as you curved his group of friends and headed back the way you had come. The drink you had taken in the name of liquid courage had done absolutely nothing to help, but that time you didn’t mind, he had done exactly what you wanted without any prompting from your end. 

Your legs shuffled quickly away from them, crossing your fingers (in your mind of course), hoping his experience with the ladies made the message clear. You walked far enough to see Kyra’s reappearing form and still no sign of Jungkook anywhere near you. Maybe he wasn’t as intuitive as you had thought him to be. Or he was just playing with you the same way you would want to play with him, back and forth to see who would cave in first. 

Your chest deflated the closer you got to Kyra and you didn’t understand the enthusiastic smile she threw your way as she turned her back to you. Hmmm, okay, you guessed that was her way of cheering a friend up. You got near enough to whisper-yell at her about your debacle, but a smooth criminal wannabe named Jungkook got in between and you don’t think you had been any more happy in your life. 

“Thank god,” you whispered to yourself, pussy clenching right back up at the close up sight of his slick hair, the dizzying scent of his surprisingly sweet smelling perfume filling your nose as you attempted to discreetly inhale it all in, only to let out a loud sigh that bordered on a moan. 

“What’s your name?” He asked softly, eyes shifting to your feet to watch you take a small step back. You told yourself you moved to get a better look at him, to be able to be in control, enough to gauge the situation. You and him both knew it was a lie. You lost your footing at the sight of him and the creeping smirk on his lips which his teeth tried to fight away did more than just show his satisfaction.

But now that you were the tiniest bit farther away from him, you made the bold choice of looking up at him. He was still staring at you, everywhere. Face, cleavage, legs, the hands that toyed with the fabric of your pants. All you managed to catch, now that he was that much closer to you, closer than he had ever been and yet it didn’t feel close enough, was the glorious undercut on his head. If you didn’t want to fuck him before, now you definitely do.

He waved a hand in front of your face? Your eyes bulged. “What?” You sounded like a dumbass.

“Your name?” His head leaned closer into your space and your hand awkwardly traveled to swipe past your nose, hoping it was enough protection from his very conscious attack. 

“Hmm right… Y/N.” You gave him a strained smile. You were really straining after all, straining to keep yourself from jumping him in the middle of a room full with people. 

“I’ve seen you at Diane’s Rink before, do you skate?” 

Jungkook was making small talk with you and you never thought you would ever think this but it was weird. Though you couldn’t  control the way your heart skipped at the fact that he had noticed you before. 

“No. I don’t skate. I’m just there because my roommate's friend skates a lot, she introduced me to the place and you know, I thought why not. So like I end up going there whenever, I don’t have specific days or anything, yeah… I just think it’s a dope place to be at. Roller skating is fun and Diane’s Rink is just the right place to do that… yeah but as I said I don’t really skate…” If the amount of finger snaps, lip smacks, and shoulder shrugs inserted in between your reply wasn’t embarrassing enough, the weird skating motion you did with your body took the cake. 

But even through all of that, he chuckled. He chuckled loud enough for you to see his chest vibrate as the skin beside his eyes and nose scrunch up cutely. How? You swear you could have fried eggs on him just a minute ago (yes that’s how hot he was) and now this. Jungkook was already asking too much of your body  and you hadn’t even gotten in his pants yet. He let his soft chuckle die out, head hanging low along with his hair and decided it was time for you to die as he faced your gaze again, tattooed hand brushing through his hair as a full-blown smile adorned his mischievous expression.

Your Jungkook induced trance was broken for a second as you registered the quick floundering of someone’s hand behind him. Kyra’s hand. She made small hearts in front of her eyes only to make a cross with her arms. You gave her a pleading look. You guess it wasn’t enough for Jungkook to ask much of you but then your roommate wanted you to spare the little self control you had left to suppress your full blown heart eyes for a man and his skin tight leather pants.

You bit the inside of your cheek in hopes it would do something to bring your sanity back, anything. Jungkook’s right hand left his jacket pocket as he extended the tattooed hand your way, “You’re cute. By the way, I’m Jungkook.”

No. No. No! Wrong! He was lucky you already knew his name, how the heck did he expect someone to hear anything he says after he calls them cute, big gentle eyes looking at you. Also, have scientists yet to discover extra nerve endings on people’s hands because you’re sure a handshake wasn’t supposed to feel that good and warm. 

You stared at the way his hand surrounded your own. You were barely putting any strength into it (not that you had any). It was all too much for you and you snatched your hand away, shaking it as if you had just touched a hot pan. Now the whole of you had warmed up to an extra degree. 

“I’m going to get us some drinks. Would you like that?” You didn’t  give him any time to properly answer before you were  sprinting past his frame to grab onto Kyra’s arm as you pulled her to wherever the alcohol was. You turned a corner and found a safe place for the two of you to chat.

“Kyra it’s bad. Like really bad,” you whisper-yelled. “He’s all unaffected, making small talk for some weird reason and standing so close I almost, no I actually forget my own name. You know what, maybe I’m trying to catch a fish that’s just too big. I don’t think I’m ready to play with him yet. I should work my way up to the big boss, don’t you think? Maybe start with some hot dude from the sports department then someone from the arts department and then Jungkook from the science department. That’s a foolproof plan. What do you think?” You paced around her, sporting a convincing voice hoping that it was enough to fool your brain into downgrading its desires for a while cause your heart just wasn’t ready for him yet. 

“Hey!” Kyra slapped your arm. “It’s been what? 6, 7, 8 months of you thirsting after a man. Today it ends, my friend. I don’t care! You’re fucking Jeon Jungkook tonight. If that’s the only way for you to get it out of your system so you can notice all the other much better guys you could choose from if you want to have a meaningful and lasting relationship, then my sole mission today is to get his dick into your hole before this party ends.”

You gave her a side eye for her constant critique of your attraction to Jungkook. It is ninety percent physical but you had been around at the rink (only on the days he had a shift of course) to notice another side of him responsible for the growing ten percent of your attraction. But you would never tell that to Kyra. 

“Fine… but like, what do I do? Everything that comes out of my mouth is weird shit or tmi and I’m just flustered okay.” 

“Then don’t talk. Go back in there, give the drink you said you were getting–”

“You were eavesdropping on us?” Your incredulous voice didn’t  even faze her. She just gave you a ‘really?’ look and you put your hands up in surrender.

“Hmm where was I? Right!” She snapped her fingers, “Take him to the dance floor, back it up on him, get him hard, then move away from the crowd a bit and pounce!” She gave you her drink for prep,“From there everything should just progress naturally, maybe y’all will start with a couch make out sesh or just jump directly to the wall one and then find some cramped up place to bone it out, maybe if you’re lucky you will find an empty room.” 

You stared at her, chewing your lips.

“You can do this!” Kyra said, each hand on your respective arms as she gave you a hard stare. “Today, the thirsting ends. Okay, now go get the drinks” She shooed you away. 

“Right, right. I can do this” You pumped yourself up as if you were prepping for a boxing round and honestly it wasn’t too far from the truth with the way his whole presence was making your heart hammer against your chest. 

One drink in each hand you made it back to your spot, surprised and flattered that he stayed put but still nervous for what was to come. You reached out to give him a cup, the hand contact almost making you drop it.

“Hmm, sorry about earlier. I’m just you know, nervous.” You drank from your cup.

“Nervous, why?”

Kyra said no talking.

“Wanna dance?” You asked pointing to the crowd, completely ignoring his question. He shrugged his shoulder, taking a sip from his drink while squinting his eyes at you. He was feeling slightly confused by your behaviour. “Sure, why not?”

You chugged the remaining liquid in your cup, squirmed at the strength of the alcohol and made your first bold move by grabbing his open jacket and pulling him into the hot and sweaty crowd. You took a quick look at him before you did anything else and you were more than pleased to notice that he was patiently waiting for you to do something. 

The drink, the sight of him, the heat in the room and in your core. It was all getting to you and you really wanted to see the arms with which he swipes the rink clean. His muscles were always straining against the black polo shirt he wears during his shifts. But that day he was sporting a white tee under the jacket and you wanted to see and feel them. 

You turned around and lifted your hands to place them behind his shoulders, in his jacket and pushed it off, staring at the ground. “You know, if you’re going to undress me in public you could at least look me in the eye.” You took a deep breath and did just that, slipping the remainder of his jacket off his forearms . “That wasn’t so hard, now was it darling.” He gave you a looped-sided grin.

You were so turned on and yet you chuckled at the pet name. You didn’t hate it, but you didn’t quite like it, yet. It would have sounded much better coming from him in a gruff voice, with you placed under him taking all of him as an endless stream of moans fell out of your mouth. You needed to take another deep breath at the thought of that, hands clenching around the rough fabric of his jacket as your thighs rubbed together to get yourself under control.

“You good there darling. There’s shivers on your arms.” He pointed at you, tongue wetting his lips. 

Your head snapped down to see that he was right. You rubbed your arms as fast as you could. “Let me try,” his hands replaced yours. Safe to say it didn’t help as you shivered more under his touch wishing the floor would swallow you whole. The way you reacted to the absolute minimum when it came to him was getting embarrassing. “Okay, so maybe that didn’t help,” he said and it was time for you to give a side eye, to which he chuckled, again.

Instead he brought up the jacket in your hands and dressed you in his clothes. It was way too big, but it was warm and the smell of him warded off all the sweat odour from the dance floor. You slapped your thigh, you really needed to focus. The steps were: back it up → make him hard → make out session →  his dick in your hole. It was action time, baby!

You were then staring at the glory that was his chest, oscillating softly under the thin fabric of his tee and your hands ran down his arms, quick after you turned around pulling him closer unfortunately missing the sight of him shivering beneath your trailing fingers.

Your back was glued against the rigid surface of his chest as you went to town, swaying to the beat, your swiftness must have been impressive enough for him to emit a soft whistle. You did your best to suppress the proud smile forming on your lips. You kept at it, hand occasionally reaching back to rub at the back of his hair, only for him to huff and sigh in your ear prompting you to rub your hips further into his. 

It wasn’t long before he was looking for more. His flexed arms caged you, as his right hand ran down your stomach to grip at your thigh just as the other hand kept a tight hold of your hip. You whimpered at his touch, chest caving inwards as your thighs attempted to shut themselves even closer pushing your butt further into his crotch for you to feel it. Strong and prominent. Jungkook hunched over, out of courtesy you thought but you pulled back to continue your tempting ministrations. The shame was gone, all you wanted was for him to feel you up. 

You placed both hands behind his neck, caressing his skin and hair, rolling your hips against his even harder when the bass drops. “Ahhh,” Jungkook hissed into your neck before biting it, making you sight in response to the tightening of his grip. You could have remained pressed against him letting the heat of his chest radiate into you all day, all night frankly, but you wanted more. 

Reluctantly prying yourself off his hands you turned around to face him. His gaze was hooded, lips were parted, hair disheveled from your hands, chest oscillating faster than before and you thought you detected the smallest flush on his cheeks despite the darkness of the room. 

You pulled him back closer. He was really close now. Hard chest grazing hard nipples, anxious hands positioning themselves on his biceps as he rested his hands on your hips. You were really about to do it. Your hands travelled upwards to lock behind his head as he hunched down, hair falling in front of his eyes and his hands brought your chest closer. The way he tightened his hold around your torso, fingertips grazing your sides softly had you smiling into the kiss. 

It all felt too good, and if you hadn’t been sure before, you were then 100 percent convinced you’re not going to get over Jungkook’s lips anytime soon. That one night would definitely not be enough. You were so fucked!

Jungkook was hungry for more contact, hands travelling south to get a generous feel of your ass, he broke the kiss cutting off your soft moans to look into your eyes, a smirk on his lips, “Baby got back.” He slapped your right cheek, and you shrieked only to sink back into moaning as he rubbed the sting away. 

Before he gave it another try you pulled his head down, opening up your mouth to let him explore another part of you. The strong alcohol mix blended between your tongues, as your hands pulled the back of his t-shirt to somehow get him closer. Jungkook chuckled into your kiss and all you did was mumble a disfigured “What?!” 

“Nothing,” he whispered as he lifted you up and away from the dance floor. “I just think–” peck, “it’s time we find–” peck, “another place to continue this–” peck. The domesticity of it all, despite the environment, left you stunned, cheeks warming up considerably and all you could do was hide your face in the crook of his neck. You liked it, in fact you liked it a little bit too much. 

Jungkook might have wanted to give you the lovey-dovey scenario but the truth was you were at a college party, bumping with sweaty bodies on the way to find some privacy, half drunkenly tripping over littered staircases was what you needed to get through. Which you did with the help of a strong hand grabbing onto the hem of his t-shirt as you attempted to navigate the dimly lit apartment. 

“Hey, hey, slow down there,” Jungkook sounded behind you as he pointed to a room that just then became vacant when two ruffled figures pursued a silent retreat from it. Though the last thing you wanted to do was slow down. You shuffled back and into the space. 

The room was hot, smelled of sex and alcohol and the bed sheets were a mess. Jungkook threw a calculating eye towards the bed.

“Under the sheets?”

“Under the sheets,” you answered as you helped him discard the duvet. 

“You really want to take the risk?” He asked, pointing back at the door as he walked to your side of the bed. The right side.

You thought it through in your head. The worst thing that could happen was someone walking in while Jungkook’s is balls deep in you. The best thing that could happen was Jungkook being balls deep in you. Also maybe the worst thing wasn’t t that bad after all, you thought as the thought of someone seeing Jungkook fuck you shoot a shiver up your legs and into your pussy. 

“Uh huh,” you answered, breathless and squirming when his hands dove into the back of your crop top and his teeth nibbled at the exposed skin of your cleavage. “God..hmm, fuck,” he moaned into your skin making it even hotter as you ground your dripping center against his groin and your hands pulled his slick and soft hair to keep yourself from melting into a puddle.

“Please touch me.” 

Your voice was barely audible in between your whimpers. Jungkook’s hands slid down your back to sprawl his big palms on your ass as he controlled your grinding, looking into your eyes. You couldn’t keep them open, not that you needed them to decipher his eagerness. If the soft moans, the big hands and the biting weren’t enough to let you know exactly how he was feeling, his dick was more than glad to help as it grew stiffer by the minute, grazing harder and harder against your drenching heat. 

Did you love the way his hands glided over your heated skin, seemingly setting it on fire as he kneaded it every chance he got? Yes! But you wanted him to touch you elsewhere.

“Plea—ah, touch m—oh.”

Jungkook kept showing you that there were more ways to use his mouth. He had kissed and bit you but nothing could have prepared you for his sucking. Somehow while you were busy craving for his touch, he had undone your bra and discarded it somewhere and now he had his warm and wet mouth around your sensitive mound as his hand massaged the other. His hot tongue swept over the thin fabric covering your nipple, biting the erect tip only for you to whine and squirm at the loss of contact with his cock. 

He took his time, enough for sweat beads to form along your hairline. You whined, pushing yourself against any surface of him within your reach. You could have been vocal about wanting to feel him on you, skin burning against yours, to feel him in you, his strong appendage exploring your heat. Yet you kept your mouth shut for fear of the sound that might leave you

Jungkook gave your breast a particularly hard bite before your hand slid from your hair past your slippery chest to hold onto his slick locks. Your uncontrolled, whiny moans didn’t seem to do much to change Jungkook’s speed. Somehow, his exploration of your breasts became even more languid, lending enough time for your breaths to become synchronized. 

His tongue trailed its way back up to graze your slack jaw as your eager hands latched on the thin fabric of his t-shirt to push him down onto the bed. That seemed to bring him back to reality, glazed eyes staring right at you. Jungkook thought that you wanted it to be a two-way street, not just him pleasuring you but you him. However his jittery leg couldn't’’t help but show his eagerness to try out whatever it is that he had in mind.

“So….” He exhaled, breathing slowly going back to normal.

You started a bit longer at him, after all, this wasn’t about Jungkook getting his fill, it was about you getting yours. You were the one who had been fantasizing about this for an unhealthy amount of time. So truthfully, you weren’t looking for a two-way street. You wanted something else. “I want to use you.” At that his leg stopped bouncing. 

Maybe you knew a lot less about Jungkook that you thought. At the sight of his rippling muscles removing his t-shirt the “keep your mouth closed” rule you had imposed on yourself flew out of the window. Your shining eyes gained a chuckle. “You look like a kid in a candy story,” he said while he crossed his arms hoping his bulging biceps would divert your attention from another straining part of him. Jungkook deducted that you liked to watch as your teeth abused your lips, to let your eyes run past his tooth-rothening sweet expression to his broad shoulders that were slightly red from your previous eagerness, down his chest to his happy trail and equality happy dick. 

He was right, you liked watching, but not just watching anyone, watching him. You were finally getting front row, uncensored material to fill all the previous fantasies you had had of him at night, in the morning, in class, at the rink, anywhere really. 

You dropped to your knees, ass on your feet, as your hands ran down his thighs to feel them clench under your touch, “Don’t worry I’m not too much of a kid, I won’t take too much and leave you dry,” you said, floundering hands reaching for his zipper. Jungkook made it easier for you, spreading his legs to let you closer into his space. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in front of you only to shy away and stare at the floor, You took an apprehensive look at Jungkook whose lips were slightly parted, eyes soft, waiting for you. For someone who was just having a quick fling he was weirdly patient and understanding. “Sorry for staring,” you whispered, undoing the zipper and reaching behind as he lifted his hips from the bed for you to pull his pants and underwear down his ass. A soft grunt escaped his lips as your finger grazed the flesh of his toned ass.“As long as you’re not disgusted. If anything I’m flattered.” He smiled down at you.  

He spread his thighs wider, allowing you a full view of his veiny up-curved cock, rushing blood tainting the tip an angry red. Now he was showing off, to which you threw him a sly smile which he returned with a wink as you shook your head, hand reaching for the alluring throbbing length. At your touch you heard a sharp intake of air above you, you gave a tentative lick to his tip receiving a slight jolt. 

You had gotten so far, yet the prospect of having Jungkook staring at you as you blew him off had you shy. With a gentle hand to his hard chest you prompted him to lay down on the bed. “Stay down,” you breathed against his dick. “Unfai–ahhh” he didn’t get to finish his protest as you enveloped your warm mouth around his thick tip, swirling it around as the salty taste of precum coated your tongue and an involuntary hum of approval reverberated in your chest. Yeah this was worth it, you thought as you plunged more of him into your mouth to his approving groans. “Fuck, oh, you feel so good.” You didn’t think of yourself as having much of a praising kink, but the praise coming from him with a throaty voice in between his gasps, had your pride swelling along with his cock. 

Your head bobbed up and down his hard shaft, saliva coating the surface generously as your hand twists around his length. A particularly good suck of your mouth on his cock had Jungkook’s thighs clenching around your frame, a hand rooting itself on your hair. “Yeah, right there. Fuck.” You repeated the same movement whining at his tightening grip.”Sh–agh I’m gonna cum soon if yo– oh fuck you’re too go–” Your thighs were clenched tightly around your heated core, your other hand gripping onto one of Jungkook’s shivering thighs. You were really doing it. Feeling the weight of him on your tongue, pushing back and sucking him further down your throat. The rush of glee in your body was unavoidable.

You pulled through, opening your aching jaw further as you pumped more of him into your mouth, tongue fully stretched letting his mouth watering cock be embraced by the constricted walls of your throat. The instance he felt the effect of the depth of your throat, your nails plunging into the skin of his thighs for added intensity, Jungkook couldn’t keep himself down anymore. He heaved his clenching torso back up to a seated position at the sound of your gags. They resounded loud enough to drown his discombobulated mix of heavy sighs and groans, yet he wished he could swap the backdrop electronic music for the slippery and choked out sounds being emitted from your warm throat. 

“Hey hey hey, slow down or I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” he said in a rushed voice as you relentlessly continued your attack on him, keeping your promise of using him. 

When words didn’t seem to be getting to you, he attempted to yank your head back a bit but you stayed rooted, throat somehow engulfing him deeper as the strong command of his arm flattered against your ministrations and had him bucking his hips upwards. You choked on his length, landing a warning slap to his thigh which didn't seem to help other than encourage Jungkook’s inevitable descent into a whining mess. “Oh-h sh-it, fuck me.” His stuttering breaths along with the scent of him as your nose touched the base of his cock had you dizzy and dripping wet, nails scratching his skin meanwhile tears coated your hot cheeks. When you were done with him you were sure he would file an animal complaint report. You weren’t exactly trying very hard not to mark him.

Despite your aching throat and jaw, you resolved to take him deep one last time. But that seemed to be one last time too many as the hot exhale of Jungkook’s breaths further warmed your forehead and he buckled forward from the pleasure. His O-shaped mouth connected with the top of your head whilst he defiled your throat and mumbled curses through gritted teeth. 

Your worn out mouth retracted to give place for your arms to do the finishing work. Before you could pick up the speed, Jungkook’s mouth found your abused lips, tongue probing your entrance to lap up at the excess saliva, sighing softly into the kiss. The hand in your hair kept you rooted in the racking of his teeth against your lips and for a second you thought of letting him use you too. That was until you gave him a small bite of your own and felt him twitch in your hand. Your other hand wrapped around his wrist to remove his hold on you as you tore your lips off of his just to stare at his hooded eyes. 

“I’m supposed to be using you Jeon.” Your hands resumed their work on his cock, welcoming back the straining breaths of the godly man seated in front of you. He was leaning back on his arm as his other hand latched onto his sweaty hair, trying to anchor the sanity that threatened to leave him at the sight of you working on him so diligently. A sight that would remain ingrained in his mind for a very long time. You made sure of it. “Oh, I’m close,” he slurred.

You stuck your tongue out, “Woah really, you’re sure about it?” He might have sounded concerned but you could still manage to see the glint in his sweaty expression. He wanted it. So you played along, “Jungkook pleaseeee,” you whined head moving closer to his flushed cock. You left the rest to him, watching as his fingers fluttered around his length to form a strong hold as he pumped himself with your saliva past his edge. “A–A– Ahhh hmmm, oh fuck.” White warm stripes of salty cum landed on your tongue at the same time that you watched the satisfying decoration of tightly knitted brows, eyes shut tight and bottom lip caught between his teeth on his face following his hurried release. 

You pushed your ass off your feet to stand back up and Jungkook met you, standing tall, hands as eager as ever as they wrapped around your form. You shivered at the graze of your nipples against his taut chest. Jungkook went on to leave even more marks on your skin, teeth grazing and nipping your flesh between the wet trail of soft kisses he made sure to leave before his mouth reached the sensitive shell of your ear. “Thank you,”he whispered and you almost laughed out loud but managed to keep under control. “I wasn’t doing you a favour, Jeon. I’ve wanted to suck your dick for a while now. So really, I should be the one saying thank you.” 

Your hands traveled down his back as you placed your head in the crook of his neck to give him some of your own marks, except a lot less delicate which you could tell by the way he squeezed you tighter. 

You let your arm travel in between your bodies to wrap around his neck as your other arm took it upon itself to get him ready for another round. The most important one. Your fingers played with the strong raven strands on his head earning approving hums from his broad chest. With calm strokes to his member you felt him hardening. But Jungkook also wanted his fun so with two hands of his own he undid the measly buttons of your pants. It was either he was somehow good at undoing buttons while pressed against someone or he just had a lot of experience, but Jungkook did not tear his eyes away from yours. You stroked him harder, pulling soft, strained yet compelling reactions from him, his hot breath fanning your face in the time that you felt the weight of his forehead against yours. 

Addicted to the feeling of your hands on him, he let you fondle with him a bit longer instead choosing to play with the softness of your ass. His hands familiarised themselves with the strong curve of your cheeks and their strong jiggle potential when he grabbed a handful of your butt to pull you closer so he could grind on you. “Ohhh,” you sighed into yet another bite of his shoulder. 

Jungkook kept grinding and you kept whining and sighing. By then you were sure you had soaked through your panties and down your thighs, something he wished to witness as his fingers hooked around your pants and pulled them all the way down. You were raring to keep stroking him. Honestly, you could have held his dick forever if asked to. It was heavy and hot against your palm, velvety skin dragging up and down with each movement of your hand. And with every particularly good stroke on your end it would give you a little reward twitch.

But Jungkook had other plans. He stood back up, hands sliding behind your thighs to heave you up, legs around his waist as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt on the mattress with your form still clinging to him and arranged the few pillows to his satisfaction. He tapped your thigh for you to let go and lay splattered on the bed, wet and needy pussy on display for him. You still had on your flimsy crop top, which he all but ripped off you. 

“Hey!” You went in for a hit on his chest, which he blocked. “Not cool, this isn’t some sort of movie you know,” you pouted angrily at him to which he smiled back.  He wondered how he didn’t not notice you at the rink before? 

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He made small talk as he spread you further to stare at your dripping centre. “Who says we’re gonna meet again after this?”

Jungkook ran his fingers past your wet folds, coating himself in your want as he turned his eyes back at you to be met with the sight of your cheek. “All this juice says.” You heard a loud pop and tried to shield yourself but his thighs were in the way. “Oh, now you’re shy,” he huffed lightly as he held onto your ankles to push himself back enough to be at eye-level with the result of his alluring nature. 

“Is it okay if I eat you out?” you didn’t know if he had intended his question to come out as soft as it did, like he really believed that you didn’t want his face between your thighs. “Jeon just get to it.”you acted detached. He shook his head at your feigned annoyance and grabbed a handful of your thighs, rooting himself close enough to your gaping hole that your folds tickled from his shallow breaths. 

He bit his way past your clenched thigh and gave you one last squeeze, “What a pretty cunt.” One he dived right into, tongue lapping at the excess wetness with an excruciatingly slow lick . “Ahh, fuck.” You did your best to take a deep breath, one supposed to calm your jitters down but Jungkook wasn’t looking to give you mellow head. Harshly kneading the skin of your thighs, he buried his face deeper into your pussy, pointed tongue travelling past pooling juices to probe your entrance hard enough for your hands to bunch into fists hard that would leave crescent moons on your palms. 

“Oh–My–God.” You moaned between rhythmless breaths. You squeezed your eyes, back arching off the bed when he licked you in a particularly hungry away only to graze his teeth lightly against your sensitive flesh. “You good up there?” You could feel his smile against your inner thighs. You shoved your heel into his side in retaliation. “Oh, aggressive in bed? Sexy” You propped yourself up on your elbows to give him a dumbfounded look as you motioned to him to keep it going. “Awww, you’re so mean to me darling.” His shiny lips formed a pout and you did your best not to react to what he had just called you. “Please,” you muttered for good measure. But Jungkook seemed like an easy person to please and an even bigger people pleaser so he got back to the task at hand.

While he had kept quiet for most of the time he was devouring your pussy, now with some kind of newfound confidence he hummed soft words of praise at every little twitch of your legs and buck of your hips and every soft gasp that left your lips. His eagerness fed off of your whining and tossing and he grew harder for every squeeze of your thighs he felt against his broad frame. 

While Jungkook was satisfied with having you laid out for him, oozing your desires into his tongues for him to taste and praise, he wanted to see how far he could take you. Maybe it was just him and his competitive spirit or maybe it was his need to explore more of you, to add one more thing on his list of “who Y/N is” before you parted ways. Whatever it may have been, it made him bring his hand down to plunge a strong finger past your folds and into your welcoming heat. You yelped at the sensation, hands finally settling on Jungkook’s hair only for your hold to strengthen as he slipped the finger in and out. 

“You like that darling?” You chose not to answer, you didn’t want to inflate his ego anymore as if he wasn’t able to make out the answer for himself, which he did when a second finger made an entrance and you whined at the delicious feeling of the slight stretch. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” You flapped your foot against the mattress when he went back to attacking your centre with his tongue, flicking at your clit, landing fluttering kisses that have the knot in your stomach tighten further while his scissored you into a whining mess.

“I didn’t know I was about to fuck a fish.” He laughed as you felt the swipe of his tongue when he retracted from his kisses which set off the aim of your kick against his side. “Next time remind me to bring a tie or a few of them. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the reaction but I don’t like to be disturbed while I am ravaging such a delightful pussy.” You wanted to abandon the daze Jungkook had induced within you, just for a second, enough to refute his idea of a second time, but the rushed addition of a third finger inside your wet walls shut you up. Jungkook pressed his digits with determination, alternating speeds to make a mockery out of your need for oxygen. 

Things seemed to come in a duality for him. While he wished nothing more than to make a mess of you, and revel in the mix of gushing sounds from your cunt and pitched curses blessing his ears, he equally wanted to slide the softness of his cheeks against your thighs only to turn his head to cover you in ghostly kisses. He wanted you to feel everything, his fingers turning you into putty, his breaths fanning turning you even hotter, the dip of his other hand beyond your clenched stomach and past the valley of your chest as you held your breath long enough to exhale into the commanding squeeze of his tattooed fingers around your breast.

He went on, you screamed on. He fed himself off your cries and scratches on his scalp, slurping on the endless gush resulting from months’ worth of pent up horniness of your part. 

You slapped Jungkook’s shoulder, hoping to bring him out of this endless exploration with his tongue. You were close. “Jungkook~,” you whined, head tossing side to side. He hummed against you, grabbing a fistful of your ass, somehow bringing you closer than you already felt. You were beyond controlling yourself, legs trembling at the combined attack of his nose against your clit, tongue curving as he soaked you up. ”There you go, come for me darling.” 

He engulfed your bud around his lips and your hands retracted for your breasts, any semblance of normality and balance slipping from your fingers into Jungkook’s hair. “Jeo— oh god, fuc—yeah right...” You trailed off, words getting caught in your throat, back arching your feverish chest against the stale air of the room, hands clenching around his locks at the moment the compiled knot of your arousal snapped under Jungkook’s attentive care. 

You tried to control your quivering legs and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s slow and steady ascent from the place between your legs to your lips, you might have shrieked at an alarming volume. You still shrieked but the same coated lips that brought about your orgasm, were placed on yours to bring you back down to your usual composure. You tasted yourself on his tongue. And you couldn’t control the twitch of your torso when his hand went to caress your back, pulling scorching skin against each other. 

The light and docile dance of Jungkook’s fingers brought about a different demeanour in you. At least that was what you let yourself believe. You exhaled an amused deep breath in the crook of his neck as your high came to an end, “Fuck, you’re good at this.” 

“Again, thank you,” he said calmly, yet you felt the slight thumping of his heart against your breast. It must be from vigorous exercise. 

The both of you lay next to each other on your side for a moment, Jungkook’s arm draped over the dip of waist. 

“Honestly, we could end here and I would be happy,” you said closing your eyes, letting your neck rest as your head slumped against his chest. A small laugh erupted from him.

“It’s you saying shit like that, that will make sure we don’t end here, at least not if I can do something about it.” He ran his hand along his neck and you truly believed in your soul to be staring at a Michelangelo painting. You ogled the way his arm stretched sideways to reveal the small bed of air in his armpit as his biceps bulged (whether he’s showing off or that was just your perception didn’t matter and you frankly didn't care). 

His hairstyle was no longer present, hair completely out of his face and you imagined this was what he must look like when he wakes up, albeit less sweaty and red from all the scratches and marking. His face looked a lot softer, the fat on his cheek more prominent and the largeness of his eye more notable.

Maybe that was a bit harsh, but you would rather not have him text you during this specific weekend. You didn’t know what kind of texter he was, but if you based it off your only interaction, he seemed rather talkative.You just needed some time to let what just had happened and what would continue to happen sink in.

“Stop staring at me. It’s not helping your case for stopping here,” he said, blinking a couple of times to look past you. This Jungkook, who was in fact like all the versions of Jungkook you had seen during your pining months, had you feeling less intimidated enough for you to smile at his remark. The first proper smile he got to see. He wanted to comment on it but you spoke before.

“You wear glasses?” 

“How do you know?” He asked back.

“I didn’t. I just noticed you blinking a lot so I guessed.”

“I wear lenses for the most part, but my eyes are quite dry. It’s usually not a problem. But I wasn’t trying to miss any of your reactions,” he winked

You huffed giving him an incredulous look. You wondered what he looks like with glasses on? Does he look hotter or cuter? You were  about to continue building on your imagination when he decided that break time was over by pulling on your arm to have you laying on top of him where you could now feel his reenergized cock. You threw yet another look his way as if you weren’t mentally drooling at the thought of seeing him with glasses.

“I told you to stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking about me. Thinking about me outside of this context.” 

You were too childish to admit, so you did the first thing that comes to mind at the sight of his chest. You bit it.

“Ouch! You really want me to make you cry again huh?”

Deeming him distracted enough from the previous path your conversation was taking. You stretched your neck to his pierced ear. “I want you to fuck me now, Jeon.” If the shift of his gaze wasn’t proof enough of the sudden change in atmosphere. Then the contraction of his hands against your frame, as your heart triumphed at the feel of his cock hardening further against the edge of your thigh, made it clear.

“Hmm such a potty mouth,” he gave you a serene kiss, hands travelling deeper into the valley of your back. “Not even a small please.” He got a very deliberate feel of your ass while nipping at your collarbone. 

Using both hands placed at the top of his V cut, you pushed yourself to a seated position on top of his hard dick, pulling an agitated groan from Jungkook’s lips. You ground your hips on top of him, wet pussy lips providing copious lubrication, “Please~," you moan, head hanging low. He bit his lip, hand colliding with your ass, “That’s more like it.”

The feel of him was more overwhelming than you had imagined and when Jungkook rooted his hands on your hips to guide you into a slower grind, your legs squeezed against him at the feel of his tip grazing your entrance. You threw him a side eye, fully aware of his teasing. But you didn’t mind it all too much, especially not when it felt so good. The kind of good that made you close eyes and munch on your bottom lip for fear of uttering something utterly stupid but very true like, “God, I could fuck you forever.” 

“Huh, whatcha say?” Your eyes shot open to look at Jungkook’s distorted eyebrows above the eyes that were staring at the conjunction between your groins, lip still caught in his teeth. “Nothing,” you dismissed your unintended statement easily, diverting his attention to the current moment.

The hand that was splattered against his sweaty chest traveled to wrap around his fully erect penis as Jungkook hissed at your touch. “Oh fuck, you’re really gonna ride me?” You couldn’t help the prideful swell of your chest at his enthusiasm. Jungkook might have seemed intimidating but he definitely knew how to praise. At the rate he was going, you were one hundred percent sure you would be boasting about fucking him for the rest of the academic year. 

You pushed against your knees, body relaxing thanks to the soft caresses Jungkook left on the sides of your thighs. Okay, you were really going to do it? Your heartbeat had skyrocketed, eight months of pining and imagining finally coming to an end. You were ready to sink onto his length.

“Wait! Condom.” He said pointing to the side of the bed where his discarded leather pants should be somewhere. 

“Right,” you shook your head, coming back to your senses as you shuffled quickly off him and the bed to grab his pants.

“Nice ass,” he emitted a subtle sound of approval making you roll your eyes as you bent back up, pants in your hand. “Back pocket,” he instructed. You found exactly one condom. “I see you didn’t have too many plans of your own for tonight,” you said in what was supposed to be a light tone, but it came off far more judgemental. You managed a smile for good measure, climbing back up on top of him.

You teared off the packaging, unrolling the condom onto his cock which was wet with your want. A soft “oh” came from underneath you when you reached the base of his dick. Jungkook’s look had somehow become even more intense, he stared as your fingers traveled to hold his shaft, positioning yourself above it. While you tried to make it subtle, he noticed the small breaths you took apprehensively before sinking his member into your wet warmth. 

You both sighed, you delighted by the thought-erasing stretch of Jungkook’s throbbing length as he ended up fully sheathed in you, and him simultaneously entranced by the tightness of your walls and the sight of you on top of him. Jungkook might not have known you before now, but he was sure he wouldn’t ever forget you. In fact, he doesn’t.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love a good cockwarming but it would be a waste if I com—,” you shifted your hips a bit “before I got a good dicking in.” 

“Jeon, shut up. I need to adjust okay.” 

Jungkook was about to open his mouth to boast, you were sure of it so you slapped your palm down on his mouth. You thought you heard him mumble something along the lines of “kinky” as crinkles showed up besides his eyes.

You took yet another deep breath, moaning at the slow drag of his veiny cock against your pussy as you slid up, tip almost leaving your core only to slide back down, a small shriek emitting from your throat on the fast descent. Jungkook’s hands left your sides to remove your hands from his chest so he could lift his torso to a seated position. You gave him a quizzical look. “I just want to be able to kiss you,” he pushed the two of you closer to the headboard, back leaning lazily against the surface, “if I want to, which I will,” he felt the need to add.

So you plunged forward, smashing your lips against his, his head almost hitting the headboard. Arms coming around to rest behind his neck, you picked up the speed as the slapping sounds of your ass against his thighs filled your space. “Ohhhh god,” you sighed against his shoulder. The room was brimming with gushing sounds, Jungkook’s cock ramming into yours between never-ending gasps and groans, and ongoing praise from Jungkook’s end telling you how good your pussy felt, how good you were to him. “Fuck, do you hear how wet you’re for me?”

You stuttered, hands slipping against the headboard when his hips thrusted to meet yours, “Fu-ff-fuck.” You were unsure if you were gonna be able to formulate any coherent words until you came. Ever the ass man Jungkook’s hands spread over your rear flesh guiding you up and down his rigid shaft as he pleased, tethering on the edge between teasing and pleasuring you, further torturing you and himself. 

But he couldn’t  help it, not when you were whispering sweet nothings into his ears, biting his shoulders, scratching his back, mewling and squealing at the feel of him hitting your deepest spot. So Jungkook repeated it as many times as he saw fit, pulling himself out only to slam back into you, feeling your stature tense around his strong arms as you teeth latched on to the skin of his collarbone.

Jungkook kept bouncing you on his cock, mouth extending towards your neglecting mounds, as he placed his hot mouth against it, sending tingles down your spine which made you grind against him. He lapped at the skin, tongue toying with your nipples, further guiding you up and down his dick with his strong hands. You held onto his forearm for balance, crying out into the air. “Ahhh fuck, please Jeon, fuck me more.” 

You were actually not making sense. How exactly was he supposed to fuck you more? You didn’t know but Jungkook made it known that he was the man. He held you still and steady above him and began his assault on your sensitive cunt. He bucked into your hips with a relentless speed that had your breast bouncing in his face, to his delight. Your thighs were burning, knees ready to give up as you screamed shamelessly. 

Jungkook hissed as he felt your pussy tighten around him, milking the come out of him. He didn’t know how much longer he could last. You sighed deeper into his thrusts when he spanked your ass shooting pleasure straight to your tightening core as you did your best to restrain your oncoming orgasm. You wanted it to last forever. 

You decided to start moving again, meeting his thrusts halfway, intensifying the effect as Jungkook’s arms wrapped around you, a hand anchoring itself at the back of your neck as he stared into your fucked out expression. You were sweaty, eyelids down but squeezed, mouth open, jaw slack and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from kissing you. He pulled you down by your neck, lips rubbing against each other. You managed to kiss for short bursts of time frequently separating, mouths agape to gasp and moan at the feeling of each other, feeling yourselves close to coming. 

Your hand moved to cup Jungkook’s cheek before you tilted his head back with a gentle hair grab, “Jungkook, make me come,” you said before kissing up his jaw. The fact that you had called him by his first name for the first time was not lost on him and he couldn't control the wide smile that spread on his lips. “Anything for you darling,” he kissed into your neck.

Suddenly, reenergized Jungkook jolted his hips forward, stronger than before, digging deep into your soaked core as he marked your shoulder. His thighs pushed against your own, spreading you wider, no barrier in sight as his hand found your clit, which he rubbed in quick circles as he continued to roll his hips into yours, dick straining against the increased tightness. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” 

It was when Jungkook started to piston into you that you felt your body slowly lose itself. The knot in your stomach coiling, ready to snap, thighs trembling from being held in place. “Jungkook, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered. 

He didn't think he would ever get tired of you calling his name. “Come for me darling. Cream on my cock,” he demanded, hand digging into your ass as he continued rubbing your clit. A few more thrusts came along before you choked, body rigid as the coil in you snapped, and you gushed on Jungkook’s dick to his big pleasure. Your entire body quivering under his soothing caresses. You stayed in place, moaning when Jungkook swiped his hand past your pussy lips so he could have a taste. He hummed, fingers in his mouth, “You’re delicious darling.” You smiled too tired to give him any ounce of attitude. 

But you were not done yet, so you pulled through letting your raw cunt sink back down on Jungkook’s cock. You started moving to his enjoyment. You were sensitive so you went slow, but that didn't seem to have any less of an effect on Jungkook who huffed in between breaths, trying to enjoy as much of you before he came. You leaned into him, lips biting and licking his earlobe, “Can you come for me baby?” 

Were you playing dirty? Yes. But honestly you didn't know how much longer Jungkook could hold and you were sensitive, so you played on his apparent weakness, he liked to please and you liked to be pleased. On top of that his pulsating dick made it known that he liked the term of endearment. “Ohh god, please call me baby again,” he grunted.

“Will you come then?”

“Fuck yeah.”

With a couple more strokes in the bag, a tensed Jungkook under you, you raked your fingernails down his back, kissing up his shoulder to the junction between his shoulder and neck where you placed a light bite before licking your way up to his ear. “Baby,” you kissed the contour of his ear, “Jungkook, come in me baby,” you mewled, dropping down onto his shaft.

You gasped at the strong grasp Jungkook had on your hips as he grunted, hips stuttering into you. His hot breath heated your chest while his strong arms abused your skin and he kept mumbling curses under his breath with his eyes screwed shut. “Oh shit, ugh, fuck ahhh,  you’re….” He trailed off, speech rolling into sighs as he ran a hand down his face.

“I am ?,” you inquired.

“The best I’ve ever had,” he said hugging you. He wanted to say something else, but he doubted either of you were ready to deal with what it could possibly entail.

You got off of his lap to lay on the bed, exhausted but fully satisfied. After all, the eight month long pining was worth it.. You couldn’t wait to scream to Kyra about this. You could genuinely go the remaining of the year being celibate, that’s how satiated you felt.

Jungkook poked your side, bringing you back from your thoughts, “About that offer, I am up for it if you are,” he probed in a weary tone.

“What offer?”

“I mean I didn’t hear you too clearly, but I’m pretty sure you said something about being able to fuck me forever.”

You stayed silent. After all you didn’t know what kind of offer that involves sex he was making. The committed or uncommitted kind?

“I just thought, ya know,  we’re pretty compatible so we could scratch each other’s back once in a while.”

“Are you talking about being friends with benefits?”

“Yeah! That.” He turned to his side to gauge your reaction, “ Only if you want of course! Otherwise forget I asked.” 

You thought back to what Kyra said. There’s more to the male species than Jeon Jungkook. But honestly after the fuck you had just had, you were quite content with deluding yourself for a couple of months, or however long the arrangement could last.

You satt up on the edge of the bed, “Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.” 

“Oh! Okay, uhm cool then,” he said, sounding both surprised and enthusiastic.

You were dirty but you still put your clothes back on, stealing Jungkook’s t-shirt. “I’m taking this cause you tore my top off.” It was too big for you, but it smelled nice, like him. Maybe it could cover up the sex stench you had on.

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not .” He scratched the back of his head. You flip him off which made him chuckle.

You were fully clothed, shoes on, ready to exit the room. Jungkook was sporting his outfit too without the t-shirt and he totally resembled an exotic male dancer. You tore your eyes off his body before you started thinking things, turning around and reaching for the door handle.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hmm.”

“Your phone number?”

“Monday at Ms Diane’s after your shift,” you blurted out before leaving the room in a rush.

You kept your promise and stopped by at Diane’s Rink for a quick greeting and a recital of your phone number. You wanted to stay longer, and had you asked Jungkook if it was okay with him, he would have rolled past and around you with an affirming smirk. 

After that you turned your text notifications back on. What followed was three days of losing your composure at the slight sound of a bling coming from your phone. Maybe you had overestimated Jungkook’s forwardness. It wasn’t until you bumped into him and his friend at the university’s lunch space a couple of days later that you got to see him again. The two of you were in different departments so you rarely had class in the same buildings. 

You ate in silence, eyes focused on the word dense pages of Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road”, so much the words jumbled together and you slammed the book shut, sighing into yet another bite of your bland chicken sandwich. You snuck another look at his table and he looked fine. You hadn’t expected him to look any different really but you thought maybe he had noticed you too. Sure you looked a lot less eye-catching than what you did at the party but one would be able to recognise someone they fucked not so long ago. Worse of it all, he had asked you and you were the one losing your mind over it. 

Appetite gone, you picked up your belongings and your small pile of trash, throwing the waste in the bin not far from his table. You had chosen to act on the hurt and growing anger inside of you, pulling out your phone to text him a petty, “Nice to see you too asshole 🖕”. 

You hadn’t even cared that you were blowing your cover, revealing that you were in fact already in possession of his number, further adding to your desperation. You stood back for a few moments but out of sight just to see his reaction. Jungkook had retrieved his phone from his pocket, taking a quick look at his screen before hastily lifting his head to look at the table where you had been sitting. So he saw…. 

You could have left unnoticed but you were already on your dramatic streak so you chose to storm out of the hall, passing by his apprehensive eyes. If only you had turned around just for a split second, enough to decipher the pleased expression on his face, you would have in fact known that Jungkook was quite happy to know that wanted it just as much as him. He considered that a needed affirmation for him to move forward, speeding past the green light.

It wasn’t long Jungkook grabbed hold of you after your “Literary and Cultural Theory” class.

“Hey! Slow down, I’m about to drop my books,” you had alarmed him shuffling hastily behind his combat boots and he couldn’t have shown you that he gave any less of a shit when he instead quickened his stride. 

It wasn’t long before you were dragged into the cramped confinement of his car. Books, bags and clothes in the front seats while an eager Jungkook and a confused you took refuge in the back seat. You shivered against the cool fabric of the seat as Jungkook’s chest warmed you up from above as he huffed and puffed beside your ear for every pointed thrust he landed deep within your gushing core. You had tried and failed at keeping your voice down. You stared out of the window attempting to calm your breathing by synchronising it with the lazy fall of browned tree leafs. 

You had accomplished a couple of firsts in that moment, First time having car sex (which wasn’t as hot as you thought it would be but Jungkook made up for it), and dabbling in slight exhibitionism behind Jungkook’s tinted back seat windows (which surprisingly left you more horny than expected). 

“Ready to get started with this darling?” He asked, sweating skin leaving yours as his softening cock left your entrance earning a gasp from your side of the car.

“A head’s up would have been nice.” Your hand searched the front seat for your panties.

“But isn’t that the fun part?” He snapped his condom shut. “Plus it’s not like I, or even you can control when you feel like doing it.”

You were ready to refute his reasoning but he made a point and you held your tongue. 

“Fine, but don’t abuse your fuck n’ go rights or I’ll get stingy. I don’t have your stamina Jeon.” You tore your head to the side after putting on your t-shirt to look at him, eyes demanding him to say he’ll behave.

“Okay, okay, sure I’ll try.”

That was the first big lie he had told you.

Since then, the thrill that came with getting regular dick in unexpected places never ceased and as you’re now watching Jungkook tear the rink apart with his calculated moves and pristine performance on shiny black roller skates, you know exactly how you would like your next appointment to be. 

Despite having been fuck buddies for over three months, the prospect of Jungkook roleplaying in his work uniform never had been a reality. You think it’s about time you change that. 

The air in the rink is fiery in spite of the cool winter air outside, people cram together at the edge of the rink to watch the contestants. After an unexpected turn of events, the annual “Disco Craze” roller skating contest had been short of one judge. Miss Diane hurried to find a replacement in the crowd. Of course you had jumped at the opportunity, after all you had arrived too late to the rink to get a good spot to watch the competition. Maybe it was your enthusiasm or your familiar face but to your delight you got picked.

This year’s contestants are far better than last year and both as a judge and a friend you’re fearing for Jungkook’s current winning streak. However, that’s a fear he doesn’t seem to share. Not with the way he glides smoothly to the beat of “I Don't Feel Like Dancin'” by Scissor Sisters. He soaks in the cheering crowd, spot rexing with a goofy smile on your face. 

This is probably the first time you really get to see Jungkook roller skate, you knew he was good, everyone had told you, just not that he was this good. 

His happiness while he scissors across the rink is contagious. He mouths the lyrics towards the crowd and unlike the song title, you see the soft sway of bodies moving to the beat. You’re left smiling before you know it, foot tapping along. He does a quick jump into a spin, before he speeds towards the judge’s table only to stop abruptly as he body rolls backwards. You shake your head, feeling more aware of the tactics Jungkook must have employed throughout the years to win. His number is over before you know it. 

There are a total of eleven contestants. But from what you’ve seen it’s between Jungkook and a girl who performed a great number to Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive”. During the intermission to allow the public to cast their vote, you shuffle away to buy some kit kats at the little snack shop beside the handoff counter for the roller skates. 

You finish one pack and buy a second which Jungkook snatches from your hands when he joins you. 

“Thank you,” he sticks out his tongue at you before ripping the red packaging and biting into your kit kat. 

“You’re gonna pay for that,” you sneer.

“Oooo I’m so scared.” He laughs a bit too loud, giving you a full view of his kit kat filled mouth. Sometimes you really want to hit him upside the head. “Sooo, what did you think?”

“About what?”

“My skating, duh! I’m pretty good, right?” He lifts an eyebrow cocking his head as he goes in for another aggressive bite of your kit kat.

“Meh, it was okay,” you say, walking away from the shop counter to sit by one of the benches near the rink. 

“Okay!?”

“Yeah, just okay Jeon, The girl, uhm, what’s her number?” You know her number. “You know, the one with the yellow skates, she could totally beat you.”

You’re partially trying to mess with him but you’re also being honest. Her performance really was that good. “Pfft, whatever. I know I have loyal fans.” He sits down besides you and leans against the wall. “Sure, you do,” you mumble.

With one bar of the kit kat left, he extends the package to you and says, “As long as you don’t vote for her I’ll forgive your hurtful words.”

You take it, because it’s a kit kat, you would never say no. “Bribing judges Jeon, huh? What other tricks apart from this and those body rolls do you have up your sleeve?” You munch on the bar.

“Tricks that will make you cry if you don’t vote for me darling,” he says loud enough for only you to hear. He brings his hand onto your thigh, running upwards close enough to where he could cup your cunt with his big palm making your breath hitch, but he just squeezes your thigh and lifts himself off the bench to return to the rink. You swallow the leftover chunks of kit kat in your mouth before you end up choking, throw the package in the bin and walk away, trying to act as unbothered as Jungkook.

Miss Diane’s voice booms through the speaker letting everyone know that the intermission is over and the votes have been counted. Having judges at this contest is more so for an official feel, for the most part the judges never needed to vote. The results from the public’s vote were usually quite decisive, even if a judge’s vote equalled ten times the single vote a person from the public got. 

As it looks now, it is 84-64 to the girl with yellow skates. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jungkook so unhappy, not even after he had lost points for a minor mistake when calculating his error on an experiment for a chemistry paper. He looks at you once he feels your gaze, his eyes reinforcing the little chat you had earlier. 

It’s time for the judges to cast their vote. Mr. Ludwig, the owner of a café just a few blocks away, votes, to your surprise, for Jungkook. And as expected so does Miss Diane. It’s a tie.

Ten decisive points. 

Your points to give. 

Jungkook is staring at you, she isn’t. Jungkook likes to take your things from you, she doesn’t even know you. Jungkook threatens you, she has never even talked to you. But most importantly Jungkook is good at skating, he did really well but Miss “Yellow Skates” was better.

Mind set on who you’re voting for. Your arm lifts up her number. Number seven. 

Jungkook lowers his heads, chuckling lightly into his chest before he looks up and congratulates the winner, clapping along with the crowd. He skates off the rink to let her perform her winning number once again. You’re still seated by the judge’s table before thumping steps grow louder coming towards you. Just like the time he pulled you away for your first quickie in his car, he yanks you off the seat, gently enough not to bring about anyone’s attention but strong enough for you to feel the nature of your current predicament. 

“You’re so fucked,” he growls pushing in the direction of the staff room. 

“I know,” you can’t help but giggle. Ultimately this was the perfect opportunity. You fulfil your fantasy of fucking him in his embellished uniform and you also get to make sure someone who’s better than him wins. Two birds, one stone. You don’t think you’ve ever been this effective. 

Jungkook slams the door to the room shut, but doesn’t lock it. He drags you towards the door of the bathroom stalls. “Ehh, you sure about that Jeon?”

He pushes you along from behind, hand on your back, “Don’t worry, it’s clean,” he says softly before closing the door to the small stall to whisper into shoulder, “Unlike what you’re gonna be when I’m done with you.”

Jungkook’s naked arms wrap around your torso, hands landing on your hardened nipples over the fabric of your turtleneck as his mouth nips at the back of your neck. “I warned you darling.” You moan, ass rubbing against his groin enough to elicit a groan. “I won’t stop until you’re crying.” He wraps a hand around neck, right hand smoothly undoing your jeans as his hand dances on top of your skin, down your needy core and past your wet lips.

He does this as many times as he pleases. This isn’t about you. It’s about him using you. He follows the sway of your hips giving into your chase for his fingers, dipping into your heat, slowly. He starts with a finger, swirling it around, humming at the satisfying feel of you being so wet and ready for him. He squeezes your throat in approval. When he feels you clench at that he goes on to add a second finger. “Ugh, Jeon faster, please.”

Does he like how politely you’re being? Yes. But you know what else would have been polite? You voting for him. “Oh no, I don’t think so darling.” He adds a third finger and your back stutters against his broad chest, head thrown back against his shoulder. “You like that?” You nod your head, lips caught in between your teeth to repress your moans. “Then let me hear you darling.” You bite down harder on your lips. 

Now with three fingers deep in you, stretching your cunt as your juices slide down his digits he picks up his speed. He keeps his strokes irregular, he never wants you to know what's coming. In and out unlike your breaths. You have resorted to shallow breathing, head turning for you to bury your nose into Jungkook’s veiny neck, as he makes a mockery out of you. He gives you a momentary break, stuffing his mouth with his fingers, “Oh yeah, desperation is a good taste on you.” He hums reaching his fingers towards your mouth which you open to taste yourself, whining at the back of your throat. “My darling is such a good girl,” he says biting your earlobe. 

The hand that was on your throat, moves to roll your jeans past your thighs and past your knees. 

“Do you even have a condom?” You croak as a chill runs down your leg from the cold air. 

“What kind of question is that? When is that I’m never prepared?” He says, foot coming between yours to spread your legs. “I had planned for a sweet and gentle celebratory fuck after the competition, but you’re you and now we’re here.” You purr through your shivers when he runs his hands on the inside of your thighs, grazing your pussy before the pads of his fingers knead your ass. 

Frankly you’re a bit glad to have escaped his initial plan. Having sweet sex with Jungkook was never your forté, while he could switch easily between his rough and gentle personas, you were never able to act normal when faced with the dulcet tones of his praises and the soothing touches of his body against yours. With a clenched and curved back, feet planted against the mattress for leverage, he would ram slowly but firmly, head secured in the depth of your collarbones as his cock reached the depth of you, making you quaver beneath him. On occasions like that, you never stuck around for too long after you were done. Jungkook had a habit of asking if you had enjoyed the act as if he wasn’t the one on top of you appeasing your frantic high and kissing throaty moans away.

No, you preferred this, when he grabs your roughly by your rear, landing a few spanks that have your arms reaching for the walls of the stall to steady yourself as he grunts at how much wetter you’re becoming. Or at least you could deal with it better. 

“Bend over for me darling.” 

You bend over instantly when Jungkook’s arms leave your upper body, hands landing on the lid of the toilet to catch yourself. You had found yourself in this position before, and you had cried the most in all of those moments. But you had never been standing. Not to predict the future, but you’re sure Jungkook will have to carry you into an orgasm, unless he wants you to kneel on all four on the floor. 

Jungkook runs his drenched index down your spine, hand lifting back for another spank. “Ah!” And another to reprimand your scream, “Keep your voice down, unless you want us to be found out,” he smirks behind you, hand cupping your heat only to dip a finger into you without warning.

“Ohhh, shit,” you slur, fingers raking the surface of the lid. Jungkook shows no sign of being gentle, fingers abusing your pussy, driving in and out of you at an alarming speed. 

When his digits curl inside of you right before a slow exit you clamp your hand around your mouth for fear of being too loud. Despite that, your soft cries are still audible to him making him smile before he resumes his explosive fingering. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this sound,” He says, bringing his other hand under your stomach to probe your swollen and neglected clit. 

While the hastened pace of his fingers continue within you making you clench around the protrusion, Jungkook adopts a mellow pace to his massaging of your clit. The dual attack leaves you conflicted, unsure which way to rock your hips. “Arghhh,” you bite in your upper arm, clenching again around his digits. “Aww, my darling wants to come,” he coos. You rock your hips back in response. 

“Oh, but then you should have voted for me, don’t you think?” You almost cry at the loss of contact, when your cunt is left empty and gapping. 

You see him take a small step back to lean against the door of the stall. You exhale, still bend over, legs buckling when your thighs meet in a futile effort to relieve some tension. “You good there?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, but you find this far from funny. 

“Jeon, please,” you say in a low, weak voice.

Ever since the first time he fucked you, Jungkook has always enjoyed toying with you, both outside and inside the bedroom. Whether it was borrowing (re: stealing) your favourite pens or taking a bite and in worse case scenario a whole portion of whatever it’s you’re eating. But nothing had ever topped this. Having you desperate to reach your orgasm and yet denying you that pleasure was a big favourite of his. He’s sure he could easily get himself off right now, ripping his condom off at the right moment just for him to decorate the smooth roundness of your ass with warm white stripes.

“Jeon.” He might have chosen to make you come had you called him Jungkook instead. But you’re you and he’s enjoying himself so he stays put.

“For old times sake, I think you should use me if you want to come so bad,” he says nonchalantly. 

“Really, Jeon?” 

“As real as you not voting for me, yes.” You shake your head. Jungkook’s competitive streak usually worked to your advantage. You enjoyed telling him how you doubt he could do something just to have him do it to you. It was just like asking, without the actual asking. You might have been able to pull something similar for his fingering skills but you’re both well aware of how many times the pounding from his rough digits has made you come.

Your hands push against the lid of the toilet, your frame wobbles a bit once you’re standing up straight and you can hear Jungkook’s giggly response. You turn around, slowly, to face his slightly red face and the very prominent bulge in his pants. He follows your eyes.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says readjusting his pants but only making the matter worse, “I can wait.” 

You lift your head, step closer to him so you can catch a hold of the wrist below his wet hand. “Three,” you say, eyes travelling down his face to his parted lips. Adjusting your stance, you guide his three flexed out digits towards your dripping entrance. “Kiss me.”

While he likes toying with you, Jungkook is rather obedient especially when it advantages him. So he drops his head, hair tickling your nose, before his lips settle on yours. In that moment, you drive his fingers past your drenched nether lips as you moan into his kiss. 

You’re convinced Jungkook’s dick is feeling a bit uncared for despite his reassurance. Doing your best to fuck yourself on his fingers, your hand gets occupied with palming his hard member. You’re totally only focusing on pleasuring yourself so much he cups the hand you have his cock and reinforces your grip and kneading. He hums into your kiss, satisfied and probably leaking in his boxers. 

You suddenly let go of his reddened lips when he spreads his digits inside of you, the pads of his fingers grazing your walls, making you whine into his neck. You slow down your pace, feeling how close you are, “Jun– oh fuck, yeah right there.” His pace quickens once he registers the tremors in your legs. Fingers plunging deeper into your leaking pussy. Both hands free, you engulf Jungkook’s stature, holding on as his other hand grabs a strong hold of your cheeks to plant a harsh kiss on your lips.

He spreads his fingers and jams them in and out of you, He whispers for you to come on him, to let him hear you exhale choked breaths for him to remember tonight when he’s jerking off to the thought of you. You do just that.

Your chest heaves, fingernails digging into his back, face hiding from Jungkook’s protruding eyes as the tension in your core ruptures and your legs go slack. “Oh god, fuck me.” 

“All in due time darling,” he answers back, hand running down your back.

“I meant to say fuck you, Jeon.” You manage to croak out once you’re sure you’ve reached the complete end of your orgasm.

Your hands loosen around his back and you step back, head turning down to stare at the slick on your inner thighs. “Surprised?” He inquires.

“No. Not exactly,” your head lift, “you’ve have probably ruined sex for me with other people for a while.”

Jungkook might have taken your statement as a compliment dick twitching in response, but you were in all honesty a bit horrified at the thought. How long is a while? This can’t last forever, can it ?

“Let’s take care of that since I’m feeling apologetic.” You point at his bulge. Your hands wrap around the neon green belt on his pants undoing it and slowly releasing his strained cock. It still looked as deliciously curved, bloodshot and veiny against his stomach as the last time you saw it, which was a mere two days ago at his dorm. 

You’re about to lower yourself onto unstable knees, “Uh-uh, some other time,” he says turning you around and bending you over again. What can he say? He really enjoyed the view of your ass, “Right now, I want to feel your pussy around me.”

When Jungkook hastily eases the throbbing length into your wet core without warning, you deduce that he’s still a bit angered about your vote. Anger that seems to dissipate once he’s fully rooted in you. “Oh this is the best  feeling in the world,” he moans from above you.

He isn’t looking for a sweet fuck today and directly resorts to slamming into you, making your hands slide against the lid off the toilet. You moan, tossing your head back when the hands on your ass knead the flesh and spread your cheeks for him to continue his eager ramming. When you’re already clenching, pulling jagged groans from Jungkook’s throat, you know you won’t last long.

“Hey, careful there,” he coos at you, lifting you up to place your hands on the tank of the toilet. “Wouldn’t want you to hit your head. That’s not how I want to make you cry.” He slows down his strokes enough to allow you to steady your grip on the tank and then resumes sinking down into you at his rushed speed.

The force with which he pistons into you is enough to have your legs hitting against the edge of the seat, as your fingers fumble to keep you stable accidentally flushing the toilet once in a while. Jungkook fucks and spanks you to his heart’s desire. “Look how good you’re to me,” he praises, hand pinching your nipple before constricting the movement of your breath. “Jungko–” He rams into you. He loves taking your breath away mid-moan. “Fuck, why are you so big?” You mewl, eyes watering as he repeatedly removes himself from your depths only to slam back in.

Jungkook feels your pussy clench around him, slowly milking him dry, getting him closer to his own orgasm. So he reaches down, arms wrapping around your torso, hands on your mounds as he pulls your back against his chest. “Can you spread your legs a little for me darling?” He asks softly and you comply. Whatever he chooses to ask right now you’re sure you will comply. You moan when you feel him deeper.

“You like the way my cock feels in you?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “You fill me up so good.”

Jungkook can’t help the chuckle that escapes him, “I don’t think you’ve ever complimented my dick this much.” He bites your shoulder, hips bucking harsly against yours, “My darling is that desperate?” You shake your head against his shoulder, biting into your bottom lip.

You might be chasing your own orgasm, but despite that you’re being truthful. Jungkook has the best dick you’ve ever ridden. He knows the places that make you lose it, and he can reach them. He takes care of you even when he’s toying with you. You’ve never been left unsatisfied or hurt. Honestly, he’s a great fuck buddy. Also he’s just Jungkook.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“You.”

It slips out of you and you can’t take it back, not when you’re sure he heard it so clearly. Jungkook stills at the sound of your confession and you finally get to take a deep breath. 

Your eyes might be screwed shut but you’re certain of the look on Jungkook’s eyes as he peers down at your head thrown back above his shoulder. It’s the same look he has been giving you more and more often lately. A look you had been trying to avoid. It didn’t feel like he was just looking at you, but inside you. Or more so looking for something inside of you.

You manage a couple of breaths before Jungkook proceeds his strokes with an even greater ferocity than before. “Ah–a–ah,” you choke out as your hands cup his hands that are firmly planted around your breasts. The sound of Jungkook’s hips slapping against your ass fills the confined stall and you release a cry each time he gains leverage leaving your walls battered and full. 

He doesn’t stop. He keeps going murmuring the occasional “Mine” into the air with furrowed eyebrows as you clench harder around him. His throbbing member slides into you, fully sheathed within your warmth. Once, twice, thrice. Enough times to make you dizzy and lose count. And with each slap of ass against hips you offer a guttural moan, eyes tearing up, legs trembling. 

“Jeo– I’m cl–oh fuck, so close.”

Jungkook's warm finger caresses your pussy. “ I know darling.” His palm kneads into your clit, the overwhelming stimulation makes you choke down a sob. “Just let go, I’m here,” he whispers, nose buried against your cheek.

A few more calculated strokes from Jungkook’s hips has him buried deep in your seeping cunt, sloppy thumps surrounding your combined moans and groans. Maybe it’s the way Jungkook’s left hand caresses the breast over your heart, or the cushioned kisses he places against your jaw or the way he lets himself go right before you come. Or maybe it’s all of those things that make you cream on his cock, juices gushing down your thighs and onto him as he kisses you deeply, tongue wrapping around yours to catch your moans, teeth pulling on your lips the same way you pull at his heartstrings. Only when you’re gasping for air does his lips let go of yours.

“You good?”

“Yeah, all good” you sigh.

“Come on, look at me?” 

You do your best to remove any trace of tear streaks as fast as possible, removing your face from the crook of his neck. 

Jungkook still sees, “I am that good, huh?”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. 

“You’re such a cry baby,” he teases and you can’t refute, he gives your cheek a peck, “and I kinda love it.”

You’re really not a cry baby. Jungkook’s stroke game is just that good. No matter how diluted your conscience is you could never deny his claim. The state in which you’re left is proof enough. 

Jungkook slips out of you, soft cock against sensitive walls. He uses what’s at his disposal and rips off some toilet paper to clean the combined result of your yearning between your legs. It takes a couple of toilet strips to get the job done.

“Thanks,” you mumble when he’s done, flushing the used paper.

“No problem, darling.” He lifts your pants back up, reaching for your discarded top as well. “I can be the caring type you know.”

With a scoff leaving your chest you pluck your t-shirt off of his hands, “No need to convince me, Jeon.”

You really didn’t need convincing. Jeon Jungkook is a reasonable guy. He is a friend you can count on, ambitious when it comes to his studies, smart enough to do double majors (if he had made the choice), good-looking even in the most unflattering circumstances, a champ in bed and sometimes too sweet for his and your own good. 

You had gotten to know all these sides of him with time, some of which came to your knowledge involuntarily, like how he always has a packet of kit kats stashed away for you for whenever you come over to hang and occasionally study before you fuck. The same way you had found yourself reaching for a softer scented detergent after you found out from one of his roommates that he isn’t fond of strong fragrances. 

You had both picked up clues about each other, whether it was voluntary or involuntary. 

And, yes maybe he’s more than reasonable, he’s quite great actually. But Kyra thinks you deserve greater. You don’t know how much you agree with her. But you do acknowledge the fact that Jungkook has been the only one you’ve done whatever this is with. You don’t have much to compare him to, except for the occasional rendezvous you would have back home with men you met on tinder. Maybe you need to explore some more? 

“Ah, I think I still need to convince you some more,” he says to your back after ruffling back into his pants. 

You turn around to face that look you dread. “Whatever floats your boat.” You rush to open the stall’s door, hurried breath brushing against Jungkook’s neck as you storm out towards the sink. You wash your hands to keep yourself from looking at him where he stands against the door frame, styled hair grazing his still flushed cheeks.

Jungkook joins you to wash his own hands. You dry yourself, letting the hot air from the hand dryer drown out the silence. With one final look at the mirror you attempt to look presentable and composed. Jungkook flicks water at you. You throw him a warning look. He does it again.

“Jeon, stop it.” You take a paper towel to dab yourself dry. He does it again.

You exhale a slow breath, ”It’s really not funny and it’s a waste of water.” 

But in true Jungkook fashion he gives it another go. “Jungkook!” You shriek making him crack a scrunched up smile.

He keeps at it until you crack a smile of your own in defeat. “See, eventually you always come around,” he says and you’re confused. He has been throwing a lot of these weird statements at you lately. 

“Okay…. but for now I’m gonna leave before you start annoying me again.”

You walk towards the door, a cool hand touching the cool handle. “You know you can be in my boat too right?” Your step staggers. “It won’t sink or anything, we could both float in it.”

You chuckle, “Be patient Jeon”. Maybe Kyra isn’t right for once. You close your eyes into a stabilizing breath. “I planned on crying some more so I can be sure it will keep floating even with me on it,” you say to the door before walking out.

Jungkook might have lost the competition, but he won something far better. Your reassurance.

It’s with a triumphant smile and a bounce to his step that Jungkook exits the staff room and heads back to skate with part of the public that’s now in the rink. His eyes search for your whereabouts only to land on your hand closing around another kit kat. You’re always consistent with the things and people you like he thinks with a smirk on his face.

“That’s my cry baby.”

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. Green deltas are for requested prompts.)

Choo choo, the Sickfic Express has just arrived in Galar, straight from Oreburgh City! 

First fic of 2020 is a sickfic oneshot. How rivetting. I've very recently beaten Pokémon Sword and loved it! I found myself really loving the characters, what they are and what they've already become in my mind, so I couldn't help myself but type what I know best... A sickfic. Also, this fandom needs more of this stuff, so here. I'm providing. Is this story OOC? Chances they are. Was it absolutely a blast to write? You bet. I'm probably gonna look back on it later down the lane and be uncomfortable with how I depicted the characters; but you do need to discover the characters first, and what better opportunity for that than a little sickfic with some angst and pre-rel dramatic tension? Anyway, I hope you'll like this lil' thing I busted out in literally a couple hours. I forgot how fun it was to write without worrying yourself over continuity or already established elements like in Earth Never Stops... Btw, this fic was originally requested to me as a FE3H fill for Hubert, so I decided I'd most likely use another square on my card for him. Sorry Nonnie for this, my inspiration got the best of me yet again! 

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Candles in the Rain

Summary: Is feverishly staggering through the damp streets of Hammerlocke under the rain with very little hope to feel warmth again and even less sense of direction a fitting end for a former Champion now that he's been defeated once? Scratch that: he doesn't have the time or brain power remaining to process such a question. Or: Leon witnesses a miracle in the form of a little dog and a childhood friend.

Fandom: Pokémon Sword and Shield (post-canon/game: beware for spoilers) Relationships: Pre-relationship Leon/Sonia

Wordcount: 3.1K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo​

AO3 version available here.

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The streets of Hammerlocke are covered by a thick layer of rainwater, typical early winter in Galar. Nobody dares going against the terrible weather, which isn’t unlike the flooding that almost ate Kabu’s region of origin, or rather how he once described it based on bedtime stories, a couple thousand years ago. Honestly, after what Galar just went through, he can believe the tale to have been real all along, no issue there…

As always, he’s lost in the grand city of his main rival, and that frustrates him. He’s cold from the water having filled his shoes and wet his hair for hours and hours on end, not even the fire of the camp being able to make him feel warmer. If it wasn’t for his partners’ demands, urging him to stop camping in the wilderness and find a Centre already, he’d have surely stayed in the Wild Area and biked to a better spot. Ah, he misses Postwick, now. At least, he can’t get lost in Postwick, there’d be Hop and his now-Champion best friend, if not Sonia paying them all a visit, and there’d be the warmth of his childhood home… Gods, perhaps he does miss the peaceful life of a ten-year-old whose only contact to the Gym Challenge is dreams of grandeur.

Ah, if it didn’t rain so badly, Charizard could be warming the both of them as he tried to make his way to the nearest Centre.

 Despite his best efforts to remain proud and confident, he ends up having to lean against a wall to stop a coughing fit from suddenly urging itself out of there. He must look pathetic and he does wish, deep down, that someone would get out of their house for a reason or another, recognize him like literally everybody in Galar; but his pride and brand would be on the line, and nobody is fighting against the terrible, terrible weather today. He’s all alone in the streets of the city, pushing himself from the wall with wobbly arms, trying his hardest to remember where to go with slow, hazy thoughts…

Even if he was cold merely moments before, his head now burns. He feels too hot under clothes that are wildly unfitting of such a muddy season, despite the hair rising on what is exposed of his arms. A Cramorant stole his jacket when he was training, a Linoone tried to steal his stuff, and he ended up having a Pokemon knocked out and losing most of his healing items in the kerfuffle. It really hasn’t been his day, lately…

 His chest hurts. Not from the outside, as if he had injured himself in one of the falls he endured trying to feel from the Wild Area with no Pokemon to battle with and the slippery grass constantly trying to get the best of him, but from the inside. He doesn’t doubt the possible existence of bruises under the shirt that sticks to his limbs like a second, drenched skin; but this isn’t it. It intensifies when he coughs and it rattles strangely. When he tries to ignore the excruciating weather wishing for his demise, he hears the strange sounds his breathing now makes. He doesn’t know them so, in a moment of out-of-character lack of reason, he gets scared of them and vaguely wonders about worst-case scenarios.

It isn’t just his chest either. It’s his throat, it’s his mouth, it’s his feet, it’s his legs. Everything in his body is tired and screaming for rest, but he cannot provide it for any of his own self at the moment, stuck trying to navigate with what little he can distinguish with almost-closed eyes from how much he has to squint. His eyes can’t focus anymore, this much he realizes with a bitter sense of resignation, so everything he sees is blurry, including the weird gooey stuff he keeps coughing out whenever he can’t breathe anymore and has to stop for who knows how long.

 He trips over his own unmade shoe tie, losing in one fell swoop what was left of his balance, and falls right into the rainwater that has accumulated on the ground. It sounds and looks and feels like it’s the end, that this is where his journey ends: in some damp street of a city that he has never been able to find his way in, alone, cold and hot at the same time, rain burying him with the rest of the pavement. Not that he even thinks he has the energy to go on… Not like that. Not when his strength, the only thing he thought he had left, has all but given up on him too. Truly alone in a time where, sitting against a giant wall, he realizes what has been going on and poisoning his breath. Hah, ironic.

Still, this isn’t how he should admit defeat. He’s been won over now, and recently at that, and it’d be more than a shame for him to all but give up now. He needs to bring his team to the Centre, he can’t not try taking his revenge on the new Champion, he can’t not at least prove his superior battle skills to Raihan yet again, he just can’t leave Hop, and Sonia, and everyone else like that…

So he rises up once again, on weak arms and unsteady legs, almost tripping over himself, shoulder stuck against the wall. He won’t let this be the end of him.

 Even with a new resolve, it still doesn’t make it much better for him. Unless there’s a miracle happening right before him, he’s stuck with his heavily weakened state trying to find a place whose location he has no idea. His phone doesn’t seem to be able to show a map, its signal disturbed after whatever happened to it while he was looking or doing the polar opposite, so he’s stuck with his truly inefficient sense of orientation.

But it’ll be okay. It’ll have to be okay, because he needs to see Hop become a Professor, to buy Sonia’s new book, to rematch the Champion and his Leader friends, to give his team at least one more chance to shine. It’ll be okay, surely it’ll be okay, of course it’ll be okay… It’ll be okay, because this is all a terrible nightmare he’s going to wake up from, where he isn’t stuck in the torrential rain with a fainted party and very little hope of finding way out.

It’ll be okay, oh so okay…

 He tumbles and falls over again, this time hitting the ground with no grace whatsoever, most likely scratching elbows and knees in the process. Even rising his head up as not to cough in water when a fit claws at his throat again takes most of the energy he has left, only for his blurry sight and cottoned-down hearing to spot the first good thing in who knows many hours: a familiar yelp and vague brown-and-yellow figure rushing towards him.

With a trembling and feeble hand, he tries reaching out to the Yamper who has guided him so many times out of dangerous situations, only for an oh so familiar voice to yell in his direction. Still, it’s hard to know if it’s real or just his imagination. Ah, well; he’ll have to see when he’ll have woken up. If he even wakes up from the darkness starting to invade his vision…

  “Yamper, where in the world are you running like that?!” This creature never stops running, doesn’t it? “Yamper, wait for me!”

If she’s used to her trusty furry assistant running around everywhere it goes and pursuing it, Sonia has to notice there’s something odd in the air. Yamper never goes this fast, especially not in a city where it could smash muzzle first into people. There’s an urgent feeling to its yelps as it runs in one precise direction.

 As suddenly as Yamper started running when she had just gone out of the vault to investigate a little bit more into the Galar mythos she had become a specialist of, it stops right in its tracks in a little street she’s frankly never seen nor noticed before. With how much it’s raining and how unlikely it is to stop pouring soon, she doesn’t want the both of them out for much longer than needed.

She stops to regain her breath, hands on her knees as she folds in two, wet red hair hanging from her head. Yamper stays in place, running around her in circles, then disappearing from her view into the old, little street covered in rain and shadows. It doesn’t seem to have any intent on leaving soon.

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“Why did you… bring me here…? Seriously, it’s raining Growlithes and Purrloins…!”

Still, Sonia gets herself together and goes on to follow her “assistant”. There’s dread building in her chest and stomach that she can hardly ignore… She’s seen enough movies as a teenager to know where this is going. She’s going to end up tangled into some messed-up situation, isn’t she…?

 Her heart skips a beat when she notices a very familiar person lying face down on the pavement, drenched to the bone. A person who hasn’t given her any response or sign of life for a few days.

Someone who’s gotten lost in Hammerlocke again.

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 When he wakes up, everything feels different than the last time he’s been awake. It’s all white, dry and soft. He stills feels too hot and too cold, breathing remains a chore and he wishes he wasn’t there anyway; but he supposes he’s now safe and, honestly, he can’t think of anything much worse than treading through the torrential rain with little strength left.

Now, if he knew what the thing on his face was, he’d be doing a bit better, but his arms feel like they’re made out of lead and he lacks the energy to rise them to his mouth and at least touch it…

 “Leon?”

The voice, even if it’s muffled, is undoubtedly Sonia’s. He can’t quite put a finger on why exactly, yet he feels like this confirms something. If his chest didn’t feel so heavy and full, he’d have sighed in relief. That doesn’t prevent him from coughing again when trying to respond to his own name.

“Let me do the talking, okay? I’m sure you have a metric ton of questions to ask, but for the love of Galar, spare your voice unless necessary.”

 Now that his vision is focusing again, he notices both the pipe inserted in his wrist and the frown on her face. She seems less than content with something. What, he doesn’t quite know, and thinking hurts his head even further than it already bothers him, heavy on his neck despite resting on a pillow. Speaking of which, where is his stuff? His clothes?

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sonia rises from her chair and puts her hands on his chest, putting him back into his mattress. “You stay here and don’t cause anyone any worry more than you’ve already done!”

 He’s confused as to why she’s so adamant on him not doing anything. No speaking, no moving… If he didn’t feel this drained and lethargic, he’d absolutely get back at her with playfulness. Well, that does kind of answer his own question, doesn’t it? Or, at least, it seems to make sense to his brain which has troubles keeping up with the situation…

Yet, he sees a small smirk contrast with her frowned eyebrows. She seems… pained. Pained by what, or who, he doesn’t know; he’s most likely at least partially responsible for it, because she wouldn’t be there otherwise.

 “I don’t know how you’ve ended up in that situation exactly, Leon, but you’ve managed to surpass yourself in terms of putting yourself in harm’s way. You’ve scared us before, but not to that extent!”

“I…” His voice sounds hoarse and it absolutely feels that way. “It’s complicated…”

“Your entire party was fainted, safe for Charizard who was about to follow; you somehow bricked your phone in the process and ended up catching more than a death of cold. Where were you during all that time?!”

Sonia sounds a bit too scared for someone who’s facing her childhood friend stuck in a bed.

“The Wild Area…”

“That’d explain why you were soaked to the bone when I found you lying in a puddle… You’ll have to excuse me for using that crude language, you scared everyone on that one!”

 It’s his turn to ask a little question, even if the state of his body makes him want to remain quiet. Still, no matter how intelligent she is, Sonia doesn’t read minds, so he’s somewhat forced to go through with it if he wants his answers.

“Where are we?”

“A clinic in Hammerlocke. I forgot to add you also scared the ER staff with how bad your breathing was.” Has to be that irritating wheezing sound he’s hearing since he’s woken up. “By the way, since I know you’re going to ask me about that, your team is safe and doing much better now. They’re all gently resting in their balls while you recover.”

He misses Charizard and everyone else already. He owes them a big apology, that’s for sure, but he’s also certain his brain can’t process much right now. Sometimes, you just need to admit yourself to have been defeated… even if it bothers you to no end.

 Sonia paces around for a little bit before sitting down on the chair next to the bed, arms still crossed. She sounds more than frustrated, and, well… He can’t really hold it against her, can he? He already can barely hold anything against her to begin with, considering how much they’ve lived through together; it’s not today, in these circumstances, that he’ll try finding a reason for her not to be frustrated. Who knows how long he’s been gone without giving news: he frankly, forgot how quickly or slowly time was passing while he was wandering through the Wild Area.

“At least, you’re still here and breathing with us. Just, if you could not do that ever again, it’d be better, you know? I can’t always be there worrying after you when I’m now a Prof! Arceus, I don’t even imagine what sequence of events has thrown you into such a state. You looked absolutely pitiful when Yamper found you.”

 He tries to puff at himself to ease the tension he feels rising, but all he ends up doing is coughing. And coughing. And coughing.

“What did I say about sparing your voice? Tch, you’ll never change, will you? You’ve always stubborn, after all, so there’s no reason that’ll change now. That’s part of your charm, I suppose.” She shrugs before suddenly darting her eyes away from him. “But you’re right, I shouldn’t have to worry! You were the Champion of Galar for more than ten years, why would I be afraid of you? That makes very little sense, haha!”

“S-Sonia…”

 He only now spots the dark rings under her eyes and the hair pulling out of her ponytail, one strand at a time. How long was he out for, and for how much of that time was she there, exactly? (Hey, he does work fairly well, for someone who can’t stop sweating and whose entire frame is shaken up by chills at irregular intervals!). Too many questions, too little available brain space, he guesses…

“Go for it, make fun of your good old friend who still hasn’t gotten the memo. I should have been like Hop and blindly believed you’d come back to us, as you’ve always done…”

Oh, right, Hop! How is he doing, has he advanced in his research, does he still worry for him? Well, sadly, it’s not the time to think about his brother: his childhood friend seems to have a meltdown right in front of him.

“Why?”

 Sonia stares at him, completely silent, eyes wide. Seems like she doesn’t have an answer to her own interrogation, until pain comes back on her face like the wave crashing on the shore.

“You don’t… think it’s ridiculous?”

“What?” His throat doesn’t take kindly to his attempts at having a conversation.

“Everything! We swore we’d trust each other, but look at me, worrying over you as if we were still kids running in the fields with the Wooloos… And I’m telling you all that while you’re cooking on the inside! Really, isn’t that ridiculous?”

 Gathering his breath and his strength, he rises up with shaky arms against the bedhead, pillow still preventing his head from entirely lulling over his shoulder from how heavy it is. Whatever he’s caught, it’s one hell of an affliction he’s found himself with. Still, if it’s for Sonia, if she’s this distraught over the situation (he did almost pass away), he can put up with the migraine, the difficult breathing, the mask over his mouth, the lethargy, the chills…

“I’m sorry, Sonia.”

He does cough immediately after apologizing, as expected. For once, she doesn’t reply immediately, doesn’t make a witty remark; instead, she looks confused and maybe embarrassed, considering the red he can see with the eyes that still refuse to entirely focus for more than a few seconds.

“Sorry for what? And, again, spare your voice, you…”

“For all of this.”

 Her expression softens, eyebrows drooping and eyes shining brighter. Even if it’s slight and his eyes almost miss it, she finally smiles.

“How long…?” He’s interrupted by a fit.

“How long you’ve been out?” He nods, still trying to calm his chest down. “Around half a day. You did wake up at some point but immediately passed out again. No wonder why you don’t remember that.”

He now points at her with an unsteady finger. “Why are you… Oh, how long I’ve been here?” He nods again. “Most of that time, I’d say. I’d also say I fell asleep at some point too…”

 She crosses her arms again, just as his vision starts weakening again. It’s back to sleep, right?

“I think we both need our rest. I’m also certain Hop is waiting at the door, so you’ll even have a guardian angel watching over you, isn’t that super cool? And if you attempt rising from that bed, you’re sure to be put back into it in mere seconds!”

He’d try laughing if it didn’t trigger such a massive reaction from his lungs, so he decides to just nod instead.

“See you later, Leon. Goodnight.”

He waves at her, the lethargy still reflecting in his slow and sloppy gestures, but that’s fine enough for now. Her smile is worth it, isn’t it?

 Absolutely worth trekking through the rain with full lungs and little energy left…

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CHAPTER I

Summary: Roman tries to recover the friendship he had with Peter. At the same time, Steve Rogers leads the Avengers on another mission, but it has colateral damage.

Warnings: slightly description of anxiety, but nothing much

Word count: 2776

I guess we could use one of those classic story-beginning sentences. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. But what does that even mean? Obviously, somewhere in the world, it is the best of times for someone.

Roman Vidal has made a nest of himself on the sofa. He keeps doing that - covering himself with blankets and oversized t-shirts. It is summer, though, and he is sweating, but he feels pretty well and safe in his own personal claustrophobia, thank you very much.

His brother had promptly suggested that Roman went to spend the summer vacation at their abuela’s house. Specially after the new wave of miseducation he presented during this first semester. Alícia Maria, his younger sister, decided to make him company, leaving Nicolás to have some peace since he gained their guard two years ago. Since their parents died and Roman didn’t.

His abuela (do not mistake with the long deceased abuelita, God bless her) reads young adult novels (she loves Six of Crows), has determined that she is a Ravenclaw and shows her middle finger to Trump whenever he is on TV. It is a breeze of fresh air.

What he really likes is that no matter what high-stress thing is going on in his world or in the world as a whole (Christmas, SATs, natural disasters, car crashes, disappointing someone he cares about and being worried to death he might puke), there she is, his abuela and her noisy chanclas, doing her thing.

His legs are bent, aching knees close to his chest, and while his whole body is supposed to be hidden, his left arm is partially out of the cover so he can see the bright screen of his phone. A name jumps out of it - a cherry-red name with flecks of silver, one Roman had always loved. No one else is that biased towards a color like Peter Parker.

“Are you sure you’re not sick?” Ali asks without taking her attention from the television. She grabs a spoonful of ice cream and shoves in her mouth.

“Have you ever seen me sick?” He retorts, knowing, before she shakes her head, that the answer would be “no”.

That is because he never gets (physically) sick, although the sentiment of sickness is very familiar. No annual spread of the flu, no bellyaches. While his sister is allergic to dogs and needs to use glasses, and his brother has broken the same arm twice playing baseball (how he managed to do that, though?), Roman has a perfect - and slightly better than average, if you must know - vision, and once has accidentally broke someone’s nose during a volleyball class when he was in 6th grade.

Mami had always said to keep his powers hidden - you never know what can happen to you these days. She, though, didn’t call it powers. They were gifts. And if it wasn’t probably blasphemy, would have called this God’s given miracle. Everything weird with Roman’s super resilience and crossing of neural connections was a gift. Oh, there is this other thing… Roman see and feel things most people don’t, and for a long time it didn’t occurred to him that no one else could sense it too.

It’s not something he thinks with frequency, sometimes he even forgets it’s not the norm. It feels like the world is playing some sort of joke on him. A Mourning Dove’s song is yellow and there’s no better way to explain it; the teacher’s obsession with capslock on PowerPoint presentations makes everything too bright to read. But at least there’s always an agreement about how ugly the National Anthem is.

Ali finishes her ice cream and sets the bowl over the table. Roman runs his fingers over his hair - during summer he had let it grow, now the dark curls are fluffy and too rebel. The motion helps him go back to his original anxiety.

Roman has always had a really hard time apologizing if he’s forced to do it. He laughs and giggles, he smiles even when he tries not to because the idea of this forced, fake apology is so off putting he can’t comprehend taking it seriously - what for sure has got him into trouble multiple times. The point is: Roman loathes fake apologies, and he has heard so many of them and actually believed and hugged and cared them, that now any apology coming from himself sounds like a poor copy.

But if he could, if he was at Peter’s door right now, he would cry himself numb to deserve his pardon. But again, if he was at Peter’s door right now, he probably wouldn’t have to do that at all.

So he sends a message. Don’t take it wrong, he wishes he didn’t have to make such a shitty move, but here we are. He did previously thought about calling him, but apparently Peter is “kinda busy”.

It ended up a well balanced apology with equal measures of regret and understanding that speaks honestly from his heart (and overthinker brain). Nothing with “I hate myself for doing it, but I did it because of whatever reason” or any other gross victimization Liam thaught him - we will talk about Liam Reed later, he’s not important at the moment.

Peter has visualized it fifteen minutes ago and doesn’t seem willing to give an answer any time soon, what is a very non-Peter thing to do - he’s not one to embrace passive-aggressive attitudes. Maybe Roman finally got the worst of him.

“Pues mira, Andy-” says his abuela noticing his worried expression. “-al mal tiempo, buena cara.” Then she caress the right side of Roman’s face where the light-colored scar stands as a reminder: a line from his forehead to cheekbone.

He smiles with fondness, noticing the use of one of her catch phrases. His family has many of those. His abuela is also not the only one in his family to call him by his second name (in case of forgetting one, don’t worry! You got three more spares), but that, Roman can’t explain why.

“¿Qué es esto?” The elderly woman points at the movie they’re watching before turning to Ali. “¿No sos demasiado joven para ver esto?”

Certainly, the preachy girl couldn’t just answer the question. “I don’t speak Spanish, aunty. Why don’t you try English?”

Well, their abuela can speak English, but she won’t because she has a point to prove. And so does Alícia.

Roman doubts she can’t truly understand Spanish. From all their close relatives, the only one without Colombian heritage was their father and only him, as he grew up on an orphanage and wasn’t able to share his whatever-european legacy. Sure, just a low handful of cousins could actually speak a second language and their mother did a great job at dousing off her sing-song’d words, but Roman believes the reason why Ali pretends not to know the basics of Spanish is to keep herself unaffected by curses and fights (the bigger the trouble, the sharper the Paisa accent).

People have always compared her to their father, probably just because of the lighter skin tone and, again, the lack of Spanish. But Roman always thought he was very similar to him, more than to their mother. Okay, fine, he does looks a lot like their mother, but he has the “sensibility not praised by the family” - what isn’t praised is not the sensibility per se, it’s the obviousness.

“Usted estás fuera de mi herencia.”

He stays silent until she forgets the question and walks away. Roman could explain the whole concept of ‘Bring It On’ and the politics on Cheerocracy to his abuela, only that talking that much right now would be like moving furniture.

His cellphone shakes sparks in his hand. It joins the others two hundred thirteen (at least a hundred and seventy are from the Vidal family group chat) unread messages he’s received over the course of the day. He leaves them to later.

PETER PARKER

It’s okay

Just move on

There is no sigh of relief or jump of enthusiasm. He would move on, eventually, and act like nothing ever affected his bright personality. But the dread feeling of guilty and danger needed to stop bursting first - it always starts before the actual confrontation and ends a lot after the resolution, like a cup of soda with bubbles brimming at the top. So Roman has to wait until the bubbles seize and leave a bad taste at the back of his throat.

“It’s like the desert in Oz here,” Ali says.

Roman looks over at his sister, who’s already looking at him with a wrinkle between her brows. He takes a deep breath. Things keep on happening, he thinks under her cautious gaze.

“There’s no desert in Oz,” he says instead.

“Yes, there is, in the books. There’s this desert that you have to stay away or it burns you up.”

He tilts his head, blinks, and swallows his self-pity, replacing it by a mischievous look and the edge of a smile. “What if I ask abuela to turn on the backyard tap?”

Alícia’s face lit in excitement. They never had a swimming pool at home and neither does their abuela, so when Nico was younger and less cynical, he and some cousins would use a garden hose to splash water everywhere, pointing it to the sky and pretending it was raining. A tradition - or a romanticized improvisation - passed down through generations.

He smirks. “But only if you bring me ice cream.”

“No.”

“Oh, I see, so that’s how you treat me? If you ever ask me a favor again, anything, I won’t-”

“Fiiiine!” Alícia drags the word just like she draws her body out of the couch.

Roman looks down once again and taps a reply: 'I miss you’. His hand reaches up and grabs his cross necklace, pulling the metal chain against his lips.

PETER PARKER

We’ll see each other when summer ends

Happy birthday, btw

Roman wraps himself tighter in the blanket.

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

“Anybody ever tell you you’re a little paranoid? ” Teases Sam Wilson.

Natasha’s controlled voice answers. “Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something? ”

The presence of his partners is only noticed by their cheap talk. Steve Rogers hears through the earpiece the analysis of the new Avengers’ case. “Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months. I don’t want to lose him.”

On an apartment in Lagos, Nigeria, Steve observes the busy streets hidden by the curtains. He spots a garbage truck pushing its way through traffic, with no regard to pedestrians or other vehicles.

“Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it.”

In a minute, Sam is able to scan the truck with a small drone he treats as a pet, and report the analysis. “That truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed.”

Nat is fast to formulate their intentions. “It’s a battering ram.”

Without hesitation, Steve gives the permission to action. They all hear through the communicator when Wanda - the last, but not least component of the task force - exclaims surprised by the sudden order.

“He’s not hitting the police.”

The grasp of his hand on the shield reinforces the mentality of now being, not Steve Rogers, but the Captain America. Soon, he’s at the courtyard of the Institute for Infectious Diseases, fighting against the soldiers in black armor who successfully broke into the place driving the garbage truck. “I make seven hostiles.”

“I make five,” replies Sam. The mayhem keeps sounding over the speaker. “Four.”

Sam scans the inside of the building, in time to Steve reach him and Wanda. “Rumlow’s on the third floor.”

“Wanda,” calls Captain, “just like we practiced.”

Her Eastern European accent tingles in his ear. “What about the gas?”

“Get it out.”

Wanda hex Steve to lift him up and through the window. He uses his shield to break the glass and quickly immobilize a soldier, pulling off his gas mask. Thanks to the serum, Captain America is conveniently immune to such toxins, but the whole intervention takes longer than he planned, with soldiers shooting in his direction from various corners. Wanda starts to dilute the gas with the air, and by the time Steve gets to the target room, the building is clean of the toxins. Just as the room is empty and the biohazard is out of sight.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon.”

“I’m on it,” replies Natasha on the radio.

An explosion rumbles at the courtyard, Steve runs out onto the balcony and spots Rumlow. A skull mask stares back at him while the man prepares and aims a grenade launcher. The grenade slams into the Captain’s shield and he is thrown back inside. He scrambles to his feet as Rumlow fires two more times, throwing him out of a window, onto a truck, and finally the ground.

The burn sensation on his chest and the ache on his back cause Steve to struggle to get up, but are far from stopping him. “Sam. He’s in an AFV heading north.” With that, the super soldier is running once again into the commotions’ direction.

Sam is the first to locate the vehicle, now crashed over a marketplace. “I got four, they’re splitting up.”

Natasha rides through the crowd on her motorcycle. She abandons it and runs over the hoods of cars, in pursuit. “I got the two on the left.”

Steve is also running across cars when he spots a vest in the middle of the crowd. “They ditched their gear. It’s a shell game now. One of them has the payload-”

Something crashes against the Captain’s shield - a bomb, ticking incessantly. Promptly, Rogers throws the shield in the air and the bomb blows up safely away from the citizens. With the seconds of distraction, Rumlow comes up behind Steve and punches him hard in the back, who collides with the stalls set on the street.

“There you are, you son of a bitch,” says Brock Rumlow approaching the fallen man. “I’ve been waiting for this!”

Another huge strike hits Steve before he can reach his shield. His stiffened back crashes over wooden and his face throbs against the arid ground.

Sam’s voice echoes from the radio. “He doesn’t have it. I’m empty.”

Steve gets up and puts the pain aside, keeping up with the fight and overruling the HYDRA soldier for just a moment, before being cornered.

“This is for dropping a building on my face,” snarls Rumlow. He extends a blade from his gauntlet and knocks on Steve’s direction, who’s able to deflect the blow, hitting the wall instead.

Steve grabs Rumlow’s arm and pulls the gauntlet off, only for him to reveal another knife. But Steve bests him, with a fierce kick to the chin Rumlow is brought to his knees. The man removes his mask, revealing a severely scarred face. “I think I look pretty good, all things considered.”

Captain pulls him by the collar. “Who’s your buyer?”

“You know, he knew you”, Rumlow smiles maliciously. “Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky.”

Steve clenches his fists harder and pulls the man further with a rage he couldn’t blame on the Captain America’s professionalism. His fast-beating heart shouts through his ears. “What did you say?”

“He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. 'Till they put his brain back in a blender.”

Steve feels a sharp pain in his throat, closing his lungs. A bitter taste in his mouth.

“He wanted you to know something. He said to me, 'Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’ And you’re coming with me.”

A second, and the HYDRA agent activates his bomb vest. Steve flinches as Rumlow’s armor ignites, but Wanda shows in time to keep the blast contained, trapping Rumlow in agony. She lifts him into the air; her hex, however, runs from her grasp and gets out of control, as the explosion finally blossoms, devastating entire floors of a nearby building. At the terrifying scene, Wanda covers her mouth with trembling hands.

“Oh my…” Steve gasps. “Sam, we need- Fire and Rescue. On the south side of the building. We gotta get up there.”

The bitter taste in his mouth, he knows, it’s his own sorrow.

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The Jury is Out Ch. 2

➳Pairing: Renjun x Reader x Jeno (ft a few other Dreamies)

➳Genre: fluff/ angst

➳Word Count: 7K

➳ Warnings: under age drinking, mentions of infidelity

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You were used to working with the guy you despise most in the world on a day to day basis but one day all that changes when you have to work together after school for two weeks. Was it crazy to want to be friends with your enemy? Was it possible to be something...more?

A/N: Sorry about the slow uploads. I’m trying to work on my motivation to write rn :/ Hopefully the next part will be up soon!

***STORY HAS BEEN RE-EDITED

The halls are cramped and chilly as you squeeze in between groups of people obnoxiously standing in the center of the walkway. Today is finally Friday, meaning you could rest at home for the next two days. Heaven knows you needed it given how shitty your week has been. You were incredibly exhausted and you couldn't figure out why, considering you overslept literally every morning. Not to mention, you were still pissed at Renjun for leaving you to work on the booth by yourself. To be frank, you just weren't in the mood today.

You trudge through the open door of your first period and sit in your seat, readjusting your headband. Renjun makes an appearance shortly afterwards, his oversized backpack brushing the doorframe—seriously, what a nerd—and you promptly look down at your phone, not wanting to give him any attention. If he thought you were going to let this one go he was dead wrong.

Class starts and Mrs. Brookes walks in with an arm full of papers. "Good morning, everyone! It's quiz time!!"

You jolt awake at that, the quiz seeming to have completely slipped your mind. You even forgot to study last night, falling asleep before you got the chance to start on the rest of your homework. You rub your tired eyes, trying to remember all the materials you learned in the past week but it was so hard to function at such an early hour.

You groan, laying your head down on the table just as Renjun approaches and places a scantron on the top of your head. You sit up in your chair, the paper sliding off onto the black surface in front of you, to find Renjun studying you with an odd look on his face. Maybe he was still feeling queasy from the lab yesterday?

"Were you...did you start on the booth yesterday?"

You roll your eyes to sky, picking up your pencil to fill out your name. Renjun stands there for a moment until he realizes he won’t be getting an answer and moves on to the next table. You feel a small sense of victory. Could that have been remorse that you'd seen on his face? You shake your head, immediately dismissing the thought. Impossible.

Ha, as if he was capable of such an emotion!

Well, whatever it was, it was obvious he wasn't proud of his actions yesterday. He looked like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs, his head hanging low as he passed out papers to the students. He really needed to get that temper of his in check.

Mrs. Brookes passes out the quizzes shortly after Renjun finishes passing out scantrons and starts a timer. You quickly get to work, thoroughly mulling over the questions and answers. Not even five minutes into testing, Renjun stands up to turn in his quiz. Of course, he would be the first one to finish. He always was. You fight the urge to roll your eyes and finish up the last two questions, turning in your paper next.

Sitting back down in your chair, you put your earbuds in, searching for a song to pass the time when you remember your father's orders for you and Sadie to spend more time together. Sadie had been driving you everywhere since she returned, even when it was within walking distance, she insisted.

You [9:32 AM]: are you picking me up today?

You switch back to your music playlist, settling on the first song you saw when your phone buzzed in your hand.

Sadie [9:33 AM]: yep! we're having a sisters night btw and before you ask no you can't get out of it ;)

Your head falls into your hands as you scream internally. Sadie was driving you bonkers from all this 'sister bonding' she's been forcing you into.

-

Haven’s there again at lunch, this time though, there was a long line of people waiting to sign up for the blood drive. You pause, wondering where everyone was when you started sign-ups.

Haven's hair bobs back and forth in her loose top-knot as she nods in conversation with some girl having trouble understanding the process of the blood drive.

"They don't put you to sleep when they take the blood?" the girl asks with a panicked expression.

"No, that's not how blood drives work..."Haven replies, her lips in a thin line.

"If I ask them to, do you think they will?"

Haven rolls her eyes so far back you could only see the whites of her eyeballs. "No. Are you gonna sign-up or not?"

The poor girl looks like she was gonna piss her pants right then and there. She shakes her head no and briskly walks away.

"Next!" Haven shouts.

You sit down in the chair next to Haven and she glances at you, giving you a once-over.

"Cute bracelet. Where'd you get it?"

"Thanks, it was a gift from my sister. I'm not sure where she got it," you reply, fumbling with the charms.

Sadie had bought you the bracelet two Christmases ago and you'd haven’t taken it off since. Not for any reason, in particular, you just thought it looked nice with how plain your uniform was.

After the last person scurries off to their friends, you and Haven start digging in to your lunches.

"So..., "Haven begins. "are you and Renjun together?"

It takes a few seconds for her question to register in your brain and then you’re nearly choke on your PB&J sandwich, dramatically coughing for dear life.

"Together? As in dating??" 

You couldn't even hide how horrified you were by the question. The audacity of her to ask such a heinous question was unsettling. Didn't everyone know you hated each other? Even the teachers knew about your rivalry.

"Not even if he was the last person on Earth," you defend. "Besides, Renjun hates my guts."

"I see," she nods. "But how do you feel about him?"

You stop mid-chew. "Huh?"

"The way you guys talk to each other, I just assumed there was some sort of history there I didn't know about. I mean, he's cute, yeah sure, anyone with eyes can see that but he's also really smart and he's super sweet when he wants to be."

Sweet my ass—

"Hey!" Renjun calls out as he approaches from the side.

At this rate, he was going to make a daily habit of stopping by your table at lunch.

Haven gives you a suspicious glare before she busies herself by cutting up her fruits with the dull ends of her plastic fork.

"Hey," he repeats once he was closer to the table. "Are we still meeting after school?"

You almost said yes before you remembered you were still mad at him for ditching you yesterday. You give him a stormy look and pull out your phone, making a point that you were ignoring him.

"I know you're giving me the cold shoulder and what not—and I get it. I really do. But could you just meet me on the field so we can get this done? That's all I ask."  

And with that, he walks away.

"Hey, Renjun!" Haven yells after him. He glances over his shoulder but keeps walking.

That was weird.

"What exactly happened between you two?" you ask.

Haven chews on her bottom lip before shaking her head. "It's complicated."

Complicated. What did that even mean? Aren't all breakups complicated? Why did you care anyway, it's not like it's any of your business.

Right.

It wasn't any of your business so why did you ask that? It was odd enough that you were curious about Renjun's past relationships but now it was going to seem like you were actually interested in him. And let’s face it, hell would freeze over before that would ever happen.

-

After the final bell rings, you make your way to the track field. You debated on whether or not you should even show up but you weren't as douche-ey as Renjun.

Your feet pad down the concrete stairs, trotting across the damp grass. You spot the familiar head of dark hair in the center of the field as you near the booth. Renjun had already begun without you, taping the flags on each side of the booth. His uniform jacket was folded neatly on top of his bag on the ground and you drop yours down next to his. Renjun is too immersed in getting the tape to hold the flags to notice your arrival. Despite the cold, there’s a light sheen of sweat that coats his honey bronze skin, his fringe starting to stick to his forehead.

You clear your throat loudly and Renjun peeks over his shoulder.

"Oh, you came," Renjun let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, well, I'm not you so..." you trail off.

"Right," his voice is low. "Look, about yesterday...I shouldn't have just left you like that." 

He pauses to wipe the sweat at his temples with the back of his hand. "I overreacted and I'm sorry. Things have been...off lately."

You’re silent for a moment, not sure of what to say. It wasn't like Renjun to show any real emotion towards you.

You approach him, adjusting the flag properly so the tape wouldn't peel off from the weight.

"You've been apologizing a lot lately."

The corners of Renjun's lips curve upwards. "I guess I have."

It was silent as he begins to nail a wooden board across the table legs.

You watch him work as you mindlessly painted a plank of wood for the top of the booth. His brow is creased as he carefully handles the hammer and nail.

"How'd you do on the quiz?" he asks, disturbing the stillness in the air.

"It was pretty easy," you muse. "I probably got an A."

"You always get an A, what do you mean 'probably'?" he chuckles.

A smile creeps on your face. "I'm just being modest here—of course I got an A!"

"When are you ever modest?" Renjun retorts, a teasing smile playing on his lips. And you realize for the first time, it's a smile that was meant in a friendly way.

"I'm more modest than you could ever be."

Renjun moves on to the next board, picking up a new nail. "Maybe. That's the only thing you do better than me, though."

You scoff. You knew it was meant to be a joke but you couldn't help but feel irritated by how true it was.

"I will admit that you are better than me at a lot of things. If modesty is all I have on you, I'll take what I can get."

Renjun chuckles. "I was joking! There's tons of stuff you can do better than I ever could."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" you ask.

"If you're fishing for compliments, I'm not falling for that," he shakes his head with a laugh.

"I'm not asking for compliments, I'm serious. You're always one step in front of me, Renjun. No matter how you look at it, you're perfect."

Renjun stops hammering to look at you. "Was that supposed to be a joke? I don't know if you've noticed, but the reason why I have to work so hard to keep my spot at the top is you. You keep me on track because I know if I slack off for even a sliver of a moment, you'll take it away from me. I'm not perfect."

You stare at him for a beat, an odd feeling stirring in your chest.

"No one's better than anyone, alright? We're equals," he finishes, re-focusing on his task again.

His voice is cool and smooth like marble and for the first time you hear a gentle tone in his words. The gleam in his eye showed you a more sincere side of himself you never knew existed and it made your heart pick-up.

"Right, of course," you say, forcing a laugh.

The two of you continue to have small talk as you work. Him, always asking the questions and you, trying to answer them as politely as possible. After a while, the atmosphere begins to feel less forced and you’re able to talk to him freely without feeling the painful drag of awkwardness.

When the sun begins to paint the sky red, you both decide that was enough work for the day. You agree to meet on Monday again after school.

You walk together to the parking lot mostly in silence. When Renjun offers to walk you to your sister's car you decline immediately, not wanting Sadie anywhere near him. You wave to him as you got into the passenger's side of Sadie's Audi.

"See 'ya later!" he shouts before he hops into a black truck across the lot.

"Who's that? He's cute," Sadie says, craning her neck to watch him get into the car.

You buckle your seatbelt. "Not really. That's just my lab partner from anatomy."

"Are you kidding me? If I was your age I'd be all over that. And single of course."

"I don't know, I guess he is. I haven't really thought about him that way before."

Sadie drives out of the parking lot, looking at you as if you had two heads. "You guess? We really need to sort out your taste in men."

You hum, waving her comment off and thankfully she doesn't pester you about it for the rest of the way home.

"Let's make cookies!" Sadie suggests, tossing her keys in the dish on the table.

You scowl. "You know I can't cook."

"I'll give you the easy stuff to do," she says, shuffling into the kitchen.

You press your lips together, following her to your doom. Baking cookies wasn't something you ever wanted to do in your lifetime but here you were in the kitchen with Sadie doing something you didn't want to do, yet again.

"I'll make the batter and then you can mix it with this spoon here, see?" she holds up a large wooden spoon.

You nod wordlessly, slumping over the wooden counter while she washes her hands.

You watch Sadie gather all the ingredients from around the kitchen and set them out around a ginormous bowl from the cupboard you didn't know existed until now.

"Since mom and dad aren't home yet, I can finally tell you about Jodie!" Sadie claps her hands excitedly.

You mime gagging behind her back before slumping back over the counter.

"Oh god, where do I even begin," she pauses in deep thought. "Oh! We met at orientation, as you know. But what I didn't tell you is how he asked me out."

"And how'd he do that?" you try to hide the boredom in your voice.

"He brought a big basket of those muffins I like from the dining hall—well technically he stole them but anyways—he brought them to my dorm and asked me to dinner at this underground restaurant and, ugh, it was so romantic! It had all these twinkly lights and a live band!"

"That does sound nice. Except for the stealing part. I don't find illegal stuff romantic."

"Of course you wouldn't, but anyway, we've been together ever since. We made two years last month," Sadie smiled at her bowl of mush ingredients.

"Wow, I hadn't even realized it's been that long," you reply, toying with the wooden spoon.

"Yeah," she sighs. "Mom and dad met him a couple of days before our anniversary but they don't know everything that happened so when I tell you this, you have to promise me you won't say anything, okay?"

You perk up at the seriousness of her tone. "Yeah, of course."

Sadie looks hesitant before she speaks. "After about a year into our relationship, Jodie...he cheated on me with some girl in his psych class."

"He what??!" you jump up, nearly knocking over the ingredients Sadie had set up so neatly.

Who in their right mind would ever cheat on someone as amazing as Sadie? Everyone loved Sadie. And you meant everyone. If someone didn't like her it was because they were jealous and even then they secretly liked her! It just didn't make sense. No matter which you put it, you can’t think of a single reason why he would think that was a good idea or even be tempted to cheat with another woman. He was more foolish than you ever anticipated.

"And what happened? You're still with him?"

Sadie looks ashamed as she avoids your gaze. "We broke up for about a month after it happened. But yes, we're still together."

You grab her arm, making her look at you. "Why would you get back together with someone who cheated on you with some random girl?"

"You wouldn't understand, __, you're still young. You've never even had a boyfriend before. It's not that simple."

You frown, confused and albeit a little angry. Isn't it common sense to break up after your partner had an affair? Sadie was everyone's dream girl—she was sweet, loving, beautiful, knew how to cook and was too forgiving for her own good. The fact that she decided to stay with some loser who couldn't see that was infuriating. You didn't like Jodie before but now you actually had a valid reason.

"Please don't be mad, __," Sadie pleads as if reading your mind. "Love is...complicated."

Complicated. There's that word again.

Sadie tucked her hair behind her ears, searching for the right words. "Just because he hurt me, doesn't mean I don't love him anymore. I can't just turn off my feelings for him whenever I want. Those feelings don't go away so easily and you'll see that for yourself one day,"

"I'd rather not," you huff, crossing your arms.

Sadie drags your body to the bowl now that she was done measuring the needed materials.

"Not all relationships turn out like mine. Maybe you'll have better luck than me," she gives you a small smile.

You stir the mixture clumsily, as you give her an pointed look. "Yeah right, have you met me?"

"Oh hush," she slaps your arm. "Enough about me. What about this lab partner of yours?"

You grimace. "I promise you nothing's going on there. His friend Jeno, however, is much more interesting."

Sadie holds the bowl steady for you as your stirring grows sloppier. "Oh, all the Jenos I've met are always crazy hot."

"His looks don't disappoint, believe me. He's got the whole school wrapped around his finger. He's really smart too."

"I knew he'd be smart if you were interested in him. Does he play a sport?"

"Soccer."

"That's even hotter," Sadie replies, taking the bowl from you and forming a small ball with the dough. "Can you grab that big pan and put a baking sheet over it for me?"

You follow her instructions and she thanks you, placing a ball on the pan.

"What's crazy is, he's barely even spoken to me prior to this week but he suddenly asked me to go to his party tonight."

"Well, you're going, right?" she pauses to turn on the oven.

"Of course not," you answer in an incredulous tone.

"Why not?!" Sadie exclaims. "You have to go!"

"I don't do parties and I don't do boys, you know that," you resume back to your position over the counter.

"Right, those lame rules you made when you were like ten. Don't you think they're a little ridiculous? You can still have a life and be successful, you know."

You pursed your lips. "I like my rules."

"You like them because they keep you in your comfort zone. You gotta go, honey. You're gonna regret it if you don't. And you don't have to date Jeno. Just try to get to know him—ignore him all night for all I care—just go and have some fun for once!"

"I don't think—"

"Nope! You don't have a choice, you're going!" she says cutting you off.

"Put the cookies in the oven while I get everything ready!" Sadie shouts as she runs off to her old room in haste.

You throw your head back, throwing a silent tantrum before putting the cookies in the oven.

When you meet Sadie in her room, her entire contents of her suitcase were thrown out onto the floor with a giant case of makeup open by the mirror. You immediately walked back out yelling out a quick and stern 'no!'

"Wait! Come on, it'll be fun!" she runs after you, her arms spilling over with dresses you'd rather die than to put on your body.

Sadie manages to coax you out of your room and back into hers but only after you made her promise to not do anything too crazy.

You change out of your uniform and into a pair of jeans and one of Sadie's satin blouses. You already flat-out refused to wear her dress so when you rejected the idea of wearing any type of heels, she settled for her black booties. You’re lucky you wear the same size in everything otherwise you’d end up showing up in that old church dress your mom bought you four years ago before you all stopped going. There was never a need to get nice-looking clothes because you never went anywhere. 

You find yourself sitting on the floor in between your sister's legs as she curls your hair. You have major difficulty remaining still for long periods of time and Sadie burned you a few times because of it. When she’s content with your hair she attempts to do your makeup but your reject anything more than mascara and lipgloss, knowing what kind of harmful chemicals it was all made of.

You allow her to do your eyebrows solely because of the sad look in her eye when you said you didn't want to. It hurt like hell and you think you might regretted it a little but the outcome wasn't too shabby, although you'd never admit that to Sadie.

Sadie brings you a plate full of cookies as you did your mascara, giving you pointers as she munches down on a sugar cookie.

Once the torture was over, you feel like you were an entirely different person. Not in a catfish, full face of makeup kind of way but in a this girl never wears anything outside of her school uniform and pajamas kind of way. The person in the mirror looks so foreign to you and you can’t decide if it was a good or bad change but you didn't have too much time to dwell on it before Sadie was shoving you out the door.

After giving her the address from Jeno's Snapchat story, Sadie sends you a warm smile. Her nose crinkles a bit and she keeps staring at you with this motherly look in her eye.

"You look pretty. You always look pretty but you look especially pretty right now."

You're cheeks feel a tad warm as you give her an uncomfortable smile, thanking her.

Once you arrive at the address, Sadie grabs your hand and squeezes it. "Text me when you're ready for me to pick you up. Have fun okay? But be careful."

"Okay," you reply before exiting the car.

You wave to Sadie as she drives away, wishing you could call her back and beg her to take you home but it was too late for that. You came all the way here and now you had to man up and do this. But the overwhelming amount of second thoughts leave you frightened. You can’t help but wonder if Jeno's invitation to you was a joke or some sort of dare he was forced into. Even Renjun knew you didn't belong here.

You take a deep breath and walk towards the front door, letting yourself in. The music hits you like a wave, stunning you for a moment. You hadn't heard it outside the house so the overwhelming sound of the bass resonating through your bones made your heart pick up even faster than before.

The living room was packed with familiar-looking people, most of them leaned against the large walls of the room, a cup full of an unidentifiable liquid in their hands, others dancing wildly in the center of the room.

You decide to search for Jeno, not knowing what else to do. You squeeze through several clusters of people but the dimness of the room made it nearly impossible to see anyone clearly that wasn't less than five feet away, so you give up for the time being, taking an empty spot on the wall near the couch.

You unlock the screen of your phone, just about to text Sadie to come and get you when Haven strides up to you with a golden-haired boy you recognized as Jisung—one of Renjun's friends.

"What are you doing here?" she yells over the music.

You frown at her question. "You know why I'm here; you were there when Jeno invited me."

"You know Jeno?" Jisung asked, his eyes scanning you in curiosity. "I haven't seen you around before—are you new?"

Your fingernails dig into the skin of your palm. If you had a nickel for every time a student asked you that. You would think at least some people would have known you from the vast amounts of extra-curricular activities and sports you played but of course, you were just as invisible to them as you were to everyone else.

"I've been going to this school longer than you have, freshie," you fight the urge to roll your eyes at the kid.

"What's with the way you're dressed? Don't you own anything other than a lame shirt and some jeans?" Haven sneers, giving you a look of pure disgust.

You look down at your outfit, suddenly self-conscious. Was it too conservative for a party like this? Haven's mini skirt and flashy crop top made your outfit look dull in comparison. Maybe you should’ve worn one of Sadie’s dresses after all.

And here you thought bumping into Haven was going to save you from the embarrassment of hanging around the party like some loner without friends. before now, you never really cared to make friends throughout school, preferring to be alone. You had your parents and although they were annoying at times, they were more than enough company for you. You try not to allow her words to affect you but they do. Your throat tightens with sudden urge to cry but you fight it.

"Just because I'm not dressed like a whore doesn't mean it's not cute," you gruff, brushing past her.

You push through the crowd of people towards the front door only to bump into a hard chest that belonged to none other than Lee Jeno.

"Oof! I'm sorry—oh! __, you came," Jeno smiles pleasantly. "Come with me," he grabs your elbow, not waiting for a response as he leads you back to the center of the room to the twin couches. 

He signals his friends to make a space for you, ushering you to sit down next to him. You’re surprised to see Renjun sitting on the other side of you, immersed in what seemed like an intense level of Tetris.

"Hey, Renjun," you greet him.

Renjun glances up from his phone, his eyes going wide, obviously surprised that you showed up.

"Umm...Renjun?" you sit back, feeling uncomfortable after a while of him not saying anything.

"Hello? Earth to Renjun?" you snap your fingers in front of his face, finally sparking something in him as he blinks once then twice.

"S-sorry, hi," he says awkwardly then resumes playing his game.

You scowl, expecting a better response. Why was he acting so strange? Just a few hours ago, he insisted on walking you to Sadie's car but now he won't say more than two words to you? Did he not want his friends to know you were getting along?

You’re silent as Jeno jokes along with his friends, a crowd gathering around the popular boy.  His eyes squint into laughter whenever one of his friends says something stupid. Thankfully, he was turned in the opposite direction so you could admire the side-view of his chiseled face. You’re glad to have found Jeno when you did, or else you wouldn't have been sitting next to him now, feeling like you a part of something for once.

"Why do you look like that?" Renjun speaks and your cheeks turn rosy, hoping he didn't notice you staring at his best friend.

You attempt to look nonchalant as you answer. "Look like what?"

"I don't know. You look...weird," he says, his eyes staring straight into yours, making you feel cold.

You drew back from him, your heart feeling heavy at his statement. Did you really look so bad that two people had to tell you that to your face?

Apparently, Jeno had heard the conversation as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. "I think you look pretty," he pokes a finger in your cheek and you almost die on the spot.

You shake your head, embarrassed, and Jeno only chuckles, turning back to his friends but leaving his arm around you.

You don't say anything after that, listening to the notes of a song you’ve never heard before in favor of the conversation being held next to you. They were talking about sports, something--unless it was volleyball--that you didn't have much interest in. After a few songs, you get bored, looking to Renjun, who was still on the same level of Tetris. Feeling your gaze on him, you lock eyes for a brief moment then he looks away again.

Concerned, you nudge his elbow, "Are you okay?"

Renjun doesn't look back up at you. "I'm fine."

Obviously, he wasn't but you drop it, not wanting him to snap at you again like the other day.

Jeno tightens his arm around your neck, grabbing your attention. "You wanna dance?"

"Oh, god no," you answer quickly. "I don't dance."

Jeno tilts his head at you. "Hmm..."

You blink, waiting for him to continue.

He stands up abruptly, your eyes following him. "Come with me," he holds a hand out for you to take.

You remember your sister's warning and decide that doesn't sound like a safe thing to do. "I want to stay here."

Jeno pouts, sensing the reason behind your hesitancy. He grabs your wrist, pulling you up with strength you didn't know he had.

"I promise, I won't try anything weird," he smiles that Jeno smile at you and how could you resist?

You let him drag you away from the party, your eyes alert for anything if he tried something funny. You never fought anyone before but you decide that if it came down to it, you were prepared to, even if it was your precious Jeno.

You pass through the kitchen and dining area, where there’s a glass sliding door leading to a patio. He opens it, stepping through first and letting go of you as he held the door open for you. It was a wooden patio with a large grill and fancy table with a yard that has more than enough space for the entire party attendees to run around in. The quietness surrounds your ears as you venture out further onto the patio, noticing a pool at the end of the yard. It was the kind of backyard that everyone dreamed of as a kid.

Jeno motions with his head to follow him and you trail behind him to the lounge chairs by the pool.

"Is this more comfortable for you?" he asks crossing his legs as he lays back in his chair.

You smile, abashedly. "Yes."

Your eyes follow a group of leaves swirling around each other in the pool as you ask Jeno a question that had been on your mind since Wednesday.

"Why did you invite me to your party?" your heart pounds in your ears, remorse fueling your body at the question immediately. You wouldn't know what you'd do if he told you it was a joke. Or worse, if he suddenly confessed to you.

Jeno purses his lips, drinking from his cup, probably full of luke-warm beer. "Because I think you're hilarious. Plus you're super pretty. I always wanted to get closer to you so I thought inviting you to my party would be a good place to start."

You let out a breath, neither relieved or disappointed he didn't ask you out. But he did admit he was interested in you in a way, didn't he? You decide to ask Sadie when you get home.

"So, how's that booth coming along?"

You snort, remembering the project Renjun sucked you into doing with him. "It's nearly half-way done but it would be closer to being finished if I didn't have to start on my own."

"Yeah I heard about that," he giggles. "Go easy on him, okay? He's under a lot of stress right now."

Your eyes almost dart of their sockets. "That boy gets everything he wants. There's no way in hell he could have anything more than the occasional pimple to stress over."

Jeno snickers again. "You always crack me up," with a shake of his head he continues. "Renjun's father is really hard on him when it comes to school and he's also really disappointed in him for not being on the soccer team. The best just isn't enough for the guy, I guess."

You sigh, trying to wrap your head around the concept of Renjun having real issues. Of course, every person had their own problems it's just that you never actually thought of him as a person. He was always just an obstacle blocking you from the future you've always wanted.

"I didn't know that," you say after a while.

"No one does. He doesn't like telling people," he stops to take a gulp of beer. "Does that mean you'll be nicer to Renjun?"

"Ha!" you scoff, taking his cup and having a sip. You weren't really sure what made you do that but it was already too late, the warm beverage already making its way down your throat. It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be but it still wasn't a flavor that you particularly liked. You shrug, taking a bigger gulp of it.

"Nine times out of ten he's the one who starts it. He brings it on himself," you laugh.

Jeno's laughter chimes with yours and you enjoy each other's company for a little while longer, just staring at the moon hanging in the raven sky.

"I don't get how you can even stand being friends with him. You pick on each other all day."

Jeno sighs, kicking his feet in the air. "That's what friends do, I guess. Maybe that's just guys, though. I mean, it all comes from a good place but when it really comes down to it, we're always there for each other."

"That's nice," you say, suddenly feeling guilty for what you said about Jeno. "I wouldn't know. I don't really have friends."

Jeno raises his eyebrows at you. "Really? I thought you had a ton of friends in all those clubs your in."

"Nah, I never really connected with those people."

"Well, I'll be your friend," Jeno cheeses at you and you gush, an unmistakable blush warming your cheeks.

You nod, as you struggle to drink the last of the contents of the beer with an unwavering smile.

A stiff breeze blows by, the leaves rustling in the trees above your heads. You tuck your face into your jacket to brace yourself from the cold.

"I already broke two rules in the span of one hour," you breath, not caring your words formed aloud.

Jeno glances at you curiously, "Hmm?"

You smile to yourself. "Nothing. It’s just some stupid rules I made up when I was like ten."

"Is dancing included in those rules?"

"No, actually."

Jeno stands up with a grunt. "Would you reconsider my offer from earlier?" he asks, his hand held out to you like before.

You weren't sure if it was the now empty cup of beer or maybe you felt a change in you at that moment that you never felt before but you found yourself taking his hand and being led away to the dance floor.

The music was different than what you were used to, the beat a little too fast-paced for you but you followed what everyone else was doing around you, throwing your hands above your head and jumping until you were out of breath. Jeno guides your body closer to him until you were pressed against one another, his arm secured tightly around your waist. You throw your head back in laughter, never having thought the night would've turned out like this. Jeno’s fiery lauch chimes in with yours, his eyes squinting into slits as he twirls you around the living room. You’ve never felt so free. Your mind was always weighted by thoughts of homework and exams. Your life revolved around school and you never seen a problem with it. So many years spent cooped at home when you could’ve been experiencing this. A few more cups and you don't even have a second thought about dancing with Jeno, the two of you goofing around the living room and bouncing around wildly. You were too drunk to notice the entire room hooting and cheering you on and you were too drunk to notice Renjun's eyes glued to the two of you the entire night.

--

You toss your bag on the floor of the car, then plop down in the seat, Sadie already revving up the engine next to you.

She sends you an odd look once you’ve settled in. "No headband and ponytail today?"

Your hands smooth over the top of your hair instinctively. "No. I think I like my hair better down."

Sadie reaches over, pinching your cheek. "I think you look good either way."

You rub the spot Sadie grabbed, grumbling as you always did.

"One party and my little sissy's all grown up!" Sadie cries, her lips in a pout.

You face-palm yourself. "Nothing's changed. I just styled my hair little differently today, Sadie."

The car comes to a stop at a red light. "Are you sure this has nothing to do with Jeno confessing to you at the party?"

Your face turns beet red as you sputter to defend yourself. "It wasn't a confession! And I didn't have time to find my headband because I slept through my alarm. Thanks for waking me up on time, by the way, Miss I-Wake-Up-At-Four A.M-everyday!"

Sadie giggles an apology, patting your leg.

You arrive to your first period, sitting in your unassigned-assigned seat and throwing your belongings down in the seat next to you, waiting as the rest of the students poured in. The bell sounds and Mrs. Brookes comes in, stressing about the class average of the quiz you took Friday.

Your graded papers were passed back and you were delighted to see an A+ scribbled in red at the top. You look up to find Renjun and show him your score. You aced the quiz just as said you would back at the field the other day. When your eyes land on his seat, however, you find it empty. Your eyes scan the classroom but still no Renjun. Did he not come in at all? It was strange for him to be tardy–it was normally you who was always late. Was he okay? He did look a bit off the last time you saw him...

You find yourself constantly checking the door throughout the class period, expecting him to barge in with some lame excuse or maybe he had a real one for being late for all you knew but he never did.

Second and third period go by and still no sign of Renjun. You were starting to worry about the booth. You didn't want to work on it by yourself but if he wasn't going to show, shouldn't he at least message you?

You suddenly remember Jeno's words to go easy on Renjun. It was things like this that made it impossible to do just that. This was important to you and you could've sworn it was important to him too! Next time you see him, you’ll kill him! Not even Jeno could stand in the way of what you were going to do to him.

When you make it to the field later that afternoon, there’s a lot more kids than last week but, of course, still no Renjun. You puff your cheeks with air, zipping up your coat and start to paint the last part of the booth.

Not even a moment later, a kid walks over to you with a scarf covering half of his face and a coat so big he could barely move his arms.

"Hey, you're __, right?"

You put down your paintbrush. "Yeah? Who are you?"

"I'm Chenle. Renjun asked me to help you out with the booth for him."

"Oh," you blink. You were relieved you didn't have to do this on your own but you were kind of uncomfortable working with a stranger at the same time.

"Why wasn't he at school today, anyway?"

You could tell he was smiling by the rise in his cheeks. "He told me to tell you that he was sick today but I don't see a reason to lie to a stranger. He actually came late after third period."

You let a curse slip through your lips but hold in your rage, picking up the paintbrush again. There was no way he could be serious. He only missed three classes, which happened to be the only ones he shared with you. 

"So, why wasn't he at lunch?"

He shrugs. "I don't know either. I just assumed he was with Jeno," 

You let out a long sigh.

Jeno wasn't at lunch either? You hadn't even noticed; you were so busy looking for Renjun. Your eyebrows furrow, giving Chenle something easy to do while you finish painting. You’re angry more than anything. You blew up his phone all day, asking where he was and if he was okay and yet, not a single response but he was at school the whole time. Why would he do that? Was he avoiding you for some reason? You didn't exactly know why but it pained you to think that. Was it stupid to think you were actually becoming friends?

Of course, you weren't friends. Renjun was just trying to make working together tolerable. How could you think that when he was being so cold to you at the party? You were still competing with each other at the end of the day. What good could possibly come out of befriending your enemy? He didn't text you back because he didn't have to. He sent someone to help you out in his place and that was all he owed you.

You knew you had no reason to be upset. Renjun didn't trick you into anything. He never said he wanted to be friends. It was your fault for mistaking his kindness for something bigger than that. But still, your eyes sting with unshed tears, your back turned away from Chenle. You weren't going to cry in front of Renjun's friend. You'd embarrassed yourself enough already.

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[darisu-chan]

Burning Desire

Welcome to the smut fic I was telling y’all about! 

So this shit isn’t as long on Tumblr... I think. Anyway, I was too lazy to separate it, and also I felt that if I were to cut it it’d lose something and you’d get mad (you’ll see why). So here’s the whole damn thing. It’s gonna have a sequel. Btw, this isn’t going on FF.net as usual because it violates the site’s regulations. But you’re gonna find it here. Also, first time writing major smut. It’s basically practice and it was fun to write. Feel free to give me pointers.

So, here it is! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Tired of their unfulfilling marriages, Ichigo and Rukia find solace in fantasies. But maybe those fantasies can actually become a reality.

WARNING: There are IH/RR scenes in here. Needless to say, it’s sorta canon compliant. Yes, I hated writing them but it was necessary. No, it’s not pretty. Feel free to skim through them. Sorry if you find the characters too OOC. Specially an Ichigo and Ori bit totally inspired by The Lust Arc. This is just a headcanon of mine of why their marriages wouldn’t work among other things. Again, sorry if this content bothers you in any way.

Also, trigger warning for violence and forced sex

As Renji pulled away from her, Rukia glared at the ceiling. Her husband didn’t notice, of course. He lay down next to her, a satisfied smile on his face. Rukia wished she could feel the same way, but the ache between her legs told her otherwise. Renji didn’t say anything else. In fact, he didn’t do anything else. Tired by their earlier activities, he closed his eyes and, in no time, he started snoring. She turned to look at him, this time directly glaring at him. The nerve of him! How could he sleep so soundly while she felt so uncomfortable? Huffing, she decided she was not getting any sleep until she took care of her needs. Standing up, she opened the shoji door of her room and exited. Tiptoeing so as to not wake her husband and daughter, Rukia went to the bathroom. Closing the door, she sat down, deciding to take care of the matter at hand. As her fingers moved, she let her mind wander.

Rukia had been innocent on her wedding day. She had no idea how many brides in the Soul Society actually had this achievement, but she could say that she had arrived virgin to the altar. It wasn’t because she thought having sexual relations before marriage was a sin, it’s just she had never given it any thought. Yes, she had touched herself before, bringing herself to unknown pleasures. But there is just so much you can do while living in the Kuchiki Manor. Rukia knew that, had the servants ever heard her, the other nobles would have never let her live it down. She had been single for most of her life too. Renji had been the only man she had courted. During those early days, after the war, they had found solace in each other at a spiritual level, talking in hushed whispers when the nightmares were too much. Soon, those late-night talks turned to holding hands to kissing, and before Rukia knew it, Renji had proposed. She had said yes without a second thought. And yet… he had never touched her inappropriately. He had restrained himself during every kiss. Rukia hadn’t known how to communicate she wanted more, for she had been incredibly inexperienced in relationships. She could have asked her friends, god knew that Rangiku would have given her more than enough information, but embarrassment had stopped her before she could ask.

She had been innocent on her wedding day. She had arrived to their shared room on her wedding night not being sure what to expect. Renji had remedied that. Like a dog in heat, he had pounced on her, stripping her of her beautiful kimono. In no time, she had been naked, completely at his mercy. He had covered her body with kisses, and his hands had fondled everywhere, yet, it hadn’t been enough to make her insane. Before Rukia could even say anything, his cock had made its way into her with enough force to rip her open. It had stung. And not in the good kind of way. It had been painful and uncomfortable. She hadn’t been able to enjoy herself. It had been soon over too. He had rolled over her, drenched in sweat. He had held her then. Gentle, as opposed to how he had been a few minutes before. Kissing her forehead, he had fallen asleep, leaving her wide awake and frustrated.

Rukia would like to say things got better as their marriage progressed, but she would be lying. In the eight years they had been married, their nights together always followed the same pattern. Her husband would go into their room feeling frisky. They would undress, and he would kiss and touch her everywhere except where she needed him to. Renji wouldn’t let her play. Whenever she tried to grab him or tease him, he would get mad. Then, when he deemed it was enough foreplay for the night, he’d push her on her back, open her legs, and slam himself into her. She was never wet enough or content enough. If Rukia wanted a change of pace, he’d put her on all fours, and fuck her from behind. She could never be on top. She figured it had probably something to do with his macho ego that wanted to be always in control. Renji never wanted to spice things up. For him, it was enough. For Rukia, it never was. He wanted to hear nothing of changing locations or trying other positions. They had what Rangiku would call “vanilla sex.” It got worse when she got pregnant. Renji didn’t even want to touch her out of fear of hurting their unborn child. Once Ichika was born, they got back to it, but now they were even more careful. They couldn’t moan loudly in case they woke their daughter. Morning activities were soon forgotten. As their little girl grew older, Rukia thought they’d find more time for themselves. It wasn’t the case. Renji considered anything outside of the norm unbefitting of someone of her status. All her ideas were ignored and their nights ended pretty much like this one, with Renji asleep and Rukia masturbating in the bathroom.

It was crude, to push her fingers inside of her while her husband and child slept. It was even worse when she found traces of his seed inside of her and she felt nothing but anger. Anger that he could release so easily while she couldn’t. Anger that they had to do what he wanted. Anger and exhaustion of having her needs ignored. Her anger opened a door she always tried to keep close. She let her mind wander to her forbidden fantasies. Images about her being pushed to a wall flashed in her mind. She moved her fingers faster. Rukia could see herself, being pushed against the wall of her office, a man’s lips tracing wet kisses on her jaw, cheeks, and neck. His lips moving lower and lower, until they reached their breasts. He would leave blazing red marks on all skin available. The thought made her insane. She pushed a finger inside. She saw him then. The man, getting tired of her clothes, ripping them off of her body, exposing her flesh to the cold. Rukia would follow suit, opening his robes to reveal a well-defined body underneath, tanned skin sparkling under the late evening sun. She would roam her hands all over his abs, descending until reaching the hem of his pants. Then, she would free him from the prison of his underwear, grabbing him in her hands. Her actions would elicit groans and moans from him. She would pick up the pace. “Rukia.” He would whisper huskily, breathlessly in her ear, lips licking and biting her breasts. Having had enough, he would put a finger in her core, teasing her. She pushed a second finger inside. She’d moan louder. He would pump her, making her wet enough to drip down. His slick fingers making their way into where she needed him most. And then, he would pull her legs apart, making his way into her, torturously slow. Her head would hit the wall, back arching until he was fully sheathed. She pushed a third finger. He would proceed to fuck her thoroughly. His hands on her ass, lips on her neck and breasts. Her legs would wrap around him. Her nails would dig themselves into his skin. Both moaning loudly. He would put a finger in her clit suddenly, driving her to the brink of insanity. Rukia would tug on his hair almost painfully, as she’d feel her release coming. She would orgasm hard, unabashedly. It wouldn’t be over. He would make sure she kept coming. His stamina would allow them to keep going. He would turn her around, taking her from behind, slamming fast inside. He would fondle her breasts, reciting her name like a prayer. She would come again. He would turn her around once more, cock going into her once more. Her head would roll on his chest, as she would keep moaning. When it was time for him to come, he’d slam his lips on hers, pulling her closer to his chest. The action would result in her final orgasm.

Rukia let herself slip into this fantasy. So what if the lips which kissed her, and the hands that touched her weren’t her husbands? So what if the man’s skin wasn’t covered in tattoos? So what if the hair she grabbed was shorter and lighter? Nothing mattered. Even less when her imagination and fingers combined gave her the most pleasure she had ever felt. She moaned loudly, almost screamed, not even bothering to cover her mouth. Let Renji find out for all she cared.

Once the high was over, Rukia found herself practically laying on her bathroom floor, hair disheveled, ragged breath, red breasts and wet all over.

She smiled in satisfaction.

With shaky legs, Rukia picked herself up. She tiptoed back to her room, putting a robe to cover her nakedness. As gently as possible, she laid down next to her husband, who was still snoring, oblivious to what she had just done. She covered herself with her sheets, and closed her eyes. Before drifting to sleep, Rukia couldn’t help but wish that fantasy of hers could, one day, become a reality.

Ichigo couldn’t sleep. He should feel tired after what had transpired between his wife and himself. In fact, Orihime was fast asleep next to him, snoring softly. If he had been any other husband, he would have smiled at the adorable scene, kissed her head, and gone to sleep, holding her tightly in his arms. He wasn’t that kind of husband, though. The image of his wife sleeping after being spent brought him nothing but guilt as it had done so for the past six years or so. A voice inside his head kept reminding he had done something wrong, keeping him awake. It surely didn’t help that his cock throbbed painfully, even after his earlier activities. Deciding he was not going to get sleep any time soon, he got up and got out of the room, tiptoeing until he reached the bathroom. Once there, he slumped on the toilet, hand reaching down his boxers.

Ichigo had never been sex-crazed or anything of the sort. Keigo fit more that description than he did. That didn’t change the fact that he was still a straight man with needs. He could appreciate a good-looking woman when he saw one. He, too, could admire their assets. Such images would often stir something deep within him, something he had tried hard to keep in line, lest he ended up becoming a pervert like his old man. But it couldn’t be helped when he was a teen. Filled with raging hormones, he’d lock his door and cover himself with his blankets. He was always careful. He wasn’t loud. He always kept tissues nearby to clean himself after ─if anyone dared ask, he would blame his allergies. Things changed, of course, when he became a Shinigami and had had to share his room, or be woken up at various times in the night. He had more important things to worry about than pleasuring himself. Or finding a sexual partner for that matter. Sometimes, Ichigo did wonder what it would feel like to have sex. The thought became more recurrent after being teased mercilessly by all the Shinigami women he met. Then, he would often submerge himself into a fantasy his mind had concocted. If asked, Ichigo would insist he wasn’t a pervert for having such thoughts, not when it felt oh so right. Not when there was a possibility they could become a reality.

They didn’t, and he went to college still a virgin.

There was only an instance in which Ichigo could admit he had acted depravedly. He had been almost 21 and in college, and, you guessed it, still a virgin. A frustrated 21 year old medicine student who hadn’t lost his V-card yet. ─Though, admittedly, he had been frustrated by reasons unrelated (and in one way totally related) to his virginity. He was as friendless as they come as well. Most of his friends had followed their own dreams and had gone to different universities, leaving him alone. Only Ishida had gone to medical school with him. But his friend was always so quiet, and, in all fairness, completely disinterested by things around him. Ishida was an excellent student, and no doubt would make an excellent doctor, but he just wasn’t passionate anymore. Ichigo could relate. After saving the world, there was nothing he had left to do. Gone were his days of glory and excitement. Gone were all his friends from other worlds. Gone was his best friend. And, the worst part, he still had several decades of his life to live. He had gone to medical school thinking that gave him the perfect opportunity to save people. He wasn’t passionate, though. Because that wasn’t his dream. His disinterest must have shown, as almost none of his classmates had approached him. He was lonely and sad and frustrated. So much that, when Keigo told him he was throwing a party, Ichigo didn’t even think about making up an excuse and agreed to go.

As it turned out, Keigo’s party was basically a bash. For some reason, Ichigo had never pegged him to be of the popular kind, not when in high school nobody had noticed him. College was another thing completely. He was extremely popular as seen by the amount of people that had gone to his party. He briefly wondered if most were Mizuiru’s friends, when he remembered both of his friends went to completely different universities. Everyone was utterly wasted too. Keigo had bought enormous amounts of booze, and it showed. The situation made Ichigo uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to being around so many people. And the drunk conversations around him were a painful reminder of a past life, of his Shinigami friends trying to get him pissed drunk when he had still been underage. As a result, he had stayed with his high school friends most of the time. Orihime, in particular, had remained close to him. Ishida had left early, claiming he had a headache, although Ichigo could tell something had bothered him. Chad hadn’t been there, for he was currently in Mexico, fighting a championship. Mizuiro had left them the first chance he got to hook up with an older-looking girl. Tatsuki had left them alone too. It was only Ichigo and his sweet friend. They had been drinking too. A lot. For there was pretty much nothing else to do. He gave a good look towards her. They had been sort-of-but-not-really dating for quite some time now. They rarely saw each other, mainly because he was studying and she was busy working. They had kissed a couple of times. He wouldn’t call her his girlfriend yet. Around them, bodies were moving. People were making out in the corner. Orihime suddenly said something. “Hasn’t it been a year already?” She blurted out, giggling. Memories crashed down on him of a ceremony and words he shouldn’t have uttered. He didn’t know what but something possessed him in that moment and he kissed her senseless. She was breathless. She tried to tell him something about their anniversary, but he wasn’t listening anymore. He devoured her mouth again and again. Until he got tired and craved more. Without saying goodbye to any of their friends, he grabbed her by the hand and led her to his apartment. Ichigo didn’t even wait one second pass after the door had closed. He pinned her to the wall and continued kissing her. Soon, their clothes had been thrown away and they were making out on his bed. He didn’t even let her breath or say something. Parting her legs, he had slammed himself into her. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t even loving. Ichigo let himself get lost in the moment. His thrusts were powerful and fast. If he had been more himself, he would have noticed they probably hurt, but right then, he hadn’t cared. Orihime had screamed, digging her nails into his skin. He flipped her on her back, and kept going. Even after she had been spent, he still had the energy to continue. He wasn’t sure when, but eventually they stopped and fell asleep. Next morning, Ichigo had been confused as to why Orihime and he were on bed together. Then he had noticed angry red marks all over her body, and the ugly bruises forming on her hips. He had felt disgusted with himself, even more so when she had smiled sweetly at him.

Their relationship shifted after that. Ichigo started calling her his girlfriend, because after what he had done, it was the least he could do to save her reputation. They had sex more times after that. He hadn’t been as into it as during their first time together, though. He had been sweeter and loving. He could see that, although it certainly warmed Orihime’s heart, she wasn’t completely satisfied. Then, their relationship changed again when, one day, she announced she was pregnant. What was Ichigo left to do? He had to take responsibility, and so, he proposed. They were married two months later in a simple ceremony. As he had no money, his father had bought them a house and was their main support while Ichigo finished his studies. Orihime’s pregnancy and the lack of time he had between studying and working helped him find excuses as to why he didn’t want to have sex with her as often as before or why he wasn’t being as rough as before. Kazui’s birth and the amount of time they had to give him gave Ichigo more than enough excuses to stop his wife’s sexual advances. It didn’t last forever. As their son grew, they had more free time, and Orihime definitely took advantage of that. He had no excuses left, and so, he had to give in. It wasn’t something he loved to do, and it showed in his prowess. Most, if not all, of their encounters ended in him feeling restless. It wasn’t the first time Ichigo had stood up and left the room only to masturbate.

It was crude, jerking off in his bathroom while his wife and child slept. He couldn’t help it though. Truth be told, Ichigo liked it rough. He just didn’t want it with Orihime. Why? The answer was simple: their first time wasn’t supposed to happen. He had, quite frankly, taking advantage of her in a moment of weakness due to his drunkenness and a sense of revenge. He had hurt her, and now he was unable to satisfy both his wife and himself. He still had needs, though. And so, he grabbed his cock firmly as he let himself submerge into a deep-rooted fantasy of his. Ichigo pictured himself in his childhood room. He imagined a woman pushing him on his bed, and then crawling into his lap to straddle him. The woman’s lips would trail down his jaw to his neck, leaving behind bright red marks. His hands would fondle her small breasts, and then descend to her ass, to grab it harshly. That would cause her to moan loudly in his ear. He’d take off her summer dress, admiring the flawless skin underneath. He jerked himself louder. He’d suck on her breasts and nipples, while her hands would unbutton his pants. They would quickly take off the rest of their clothes. Ichigo would take a moment to admire the beauty in front of him before crashing his lips into hers. He’d use one finger to pump inside her. His actions would make her mewl in pleasure. Her own hands wouldn’t be idle, having fun stroking his pulsing cock. His movements became faster. She’d push him on the bed again, straddling him to make their crotches touch. That would be it. He would grab her hips tightly and slam into her. She would scream his name. They wouldn’t stop. He moaned loudly, hips thrusting slightly, as he kept jacking off. Ichigo would keep pounding into her as she rode him, nails digging into his neck. His own would squeeze her butt cheeks, eliciting more sounds from her. He would fuck her hard enough to send her over the edge over and over. “Ichigo!” She would scream his name with each thrust. Ichigo would take the time to engrave her sounds into his memory. The way she would gasp when he rammed into her. The way she would taste and smell. The way she would look as she orgasmed on him. Once it was time, he would make sure to come inside of her, making her scream again.

Ichigo panted as his orgasm came and went. He wasn’t finished, however. His stamina could allow him to keep going, hours on end. He tried to feel guilty, he really did. But so what if the lips he kissed and the body he touched in his mind didn’t belong to his wife? So what if the woman’s skin was pale like the moon? So what if her breasts were smaller, and her hair darker? Nothing mattered anymore. Ichigo couldn’t care less. This was the only time he could be himself, pleasure himself accordingly. This fantasy was all he ever wanted. He bit his lip as he cleaned himself. He definitely could keep going, but it wouldn’t do if Orihime woke up and found him like this.

Once done, Ichigo stood with shaky legs and stared at himself in the mirror. He almost glowed.

He smiled softly.

He tiptoed back to his room. There, he found his discarded boxers and put them on, before laying down next to his wife, who was still ignoring, oblivious to what he had just done. He covered himself with his sheets, and closed his eyes. Before finally falling asleep, Ichigo let his mind wander one last time. Maybe that fantasy of his could, one day, become a reality.

“Are you ready?”

Renji’s voice got her out of her reverie. She turned to him and found both him and Ichika behind her. Her daughter was pouting, saying something that the gigai felt weird. Renji told her it would be fine if she didn’t use it. Rukia smiled at them and nodded. Together, they went out of Urahara’s Store and walked towards their destination. She would be a liar if she said she wasn’t nervous. How much time had passes since the last time she had set foot in Karakura? It felt like an eternity. If Renji had noticed, he hadn’t said, and for that she was grateful. They arrived and Rukia sucked in air. This was it. Renji knocked on the door and it soon opened.

“Yo!”

Rukia gasped. The sky cleared, sun shining down on them. She smiled.

“Hey!”

All was well again.

As they stopped yelling to each other, Ichigo couldn’t help but laugh. How long had it been since he had had a shouting match? It felt like an eternity. It was like going back in time, being 15 again. His companion giggled until she was out right laughing with him. It was ridiculous. It was ironic. It was beautiful. All sound around them stopped, and all of their friends and family turned to look at them, weird expressions on their faces. They stopped laughing and stared at them.

“Fight me like a man!” Ichika’s voice abruptly brought them all back to reality.

“No! I don’t want to be the villain anymore!” Kazui complained, crossing his arms.

“Pretty please?” The young girl said, batting her eyes, the ones that looked exactly like her mother’s, at the boy.

“Alright.” The boy said, almost sighing dramatically.

Ichigo chuckled. Some things never changed.

“Dear?” The mirth in his eyes disappeared as he observed the expression on his wife’s face.

“You sure you can handle this?” Rukia taunted him, pointing Sode No Shirayuki at him.

“Tch. As if I hadn’t gone against worst foes before.” Ichigo said, raising Zangetsu to imitate her stance.

“I’m just saying it’s been a while.” She said, smirking at him.

“I’m still in great shape.” He answered, feeling annoyed at her.

“If you say so.” She said dismissively.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you just how in great shape I am!” Ichigo exclaimed before he leapt at her.

Rukia used her zanpakutou to block the hit. She smirked. “My, someone’s excited~!” She said in that tone of voice Ichigo hated so much.

“Shut up!” He said and slashed again.

Their swords clashed together, the sound reverberating in the training room at the 13th Squad barracks. It was Ichigo’s turn to smirk at her. “How’s that, eh, Captain?”

“Not bad, Ichigo. Think you can do better?”

“You bet!”

They leapt again, swords clashing continuously. Each thrust was powerful and left them breathless. They weren’t even fighting to their full capacity, this was just a spar after all. It didn’t mean they weren’t serious about it, though. Rukia got out of the way, just in time to deflect Ichigo’s next blow. Using shunpo, she moved behind her opponent and hit him on the knees, making him fall down to the ground. She jumped and straddled him, Sode No Shirayuki’s blade frighteningly close to his neck.

“Do you yield?” Rukia whispered huskily into his ear.

“Like hell!” He exclaimed.

Grabbing her by the hips, Ichigo flipped her on her back. Rukia’s head hit the floor, as he pushed her down. He used his legs to keep her in place as he straddled her. He grabbed her hands and placed them on top of her head, making her drop her sword.

“Do you yield?” He murmured, his lips close to her mouth.

It was then when they noticed the situation they were currently in. They could feel how their bodies moved each time they breathed. The action made their chests rise and fall at the same time, completely pressed to each other. Their faces were so close that, should any of them lean forward, their lips would meet.

“Yay! You won, daddy!” Kazui’s cheers and claps brought them back to reality.

They quickly separated as Ichika complained that Ichigo had cheated and her mother should have won. With red cheeks, they dusted their clothes off, ignoring the fast beating of their hearts.

“Ichigo won fair and square. It was my fault for getting distracted.” Rukia explained, approaching her daughter.

“Though I admit I did cheat a little bit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have won.” Ichigo said. “Rukia’s a captain, after all.”

She snorted. “And you’re the most famous hero we’ve ever had.”

Ichigo got flustered. “Yeah, well, I did what I had to.” He said, as he stared into her eyes.

“Mom!” Ichika’s voice distracted again.

Both jumped and then turned to look at their children.

“Yes, honey?”

“Why don’t we show Kazui and Kurosaki-san around?” The little girl said.

“Yes, dad, can we? Ichika was telling me about this lake!” The little boy said, grabbing his father’s sleeve.

Rukia smiled. “Yes, of course.”

The two adults walked at the same pace, watching their children run around. They each were smiling nostalgically.

“Bet you didn’t think it’d turn out this way when you asked me to spar.” Rukia commented, sitting down on a rock.

He chuckled. “I should’ve known Kazui would want to watch. He likes to listen to my stories, from back then, I mean.”

“Oh? So you tell him about the time I drew a moustache on you?” She asked, grinning.

“Yeah, and about the time you got your ass kicked by a normal human being!” He replied haughtily.

“In my defense, you were never a normal human.”

Ichigo scoffed. “You’re one to talk! Who draws such ugly rabbits?”

“Excuse me but my drawings are beautiful! Nii-sama thinks so too!” She yelled, enraged.

“Of course Byakuya would think so! His drawings suck too!”

“Don’t you dare insult nii-sama!”

They kept fighting, until their faces were close to each other. They stopped once they felt each other’s hot breath. Flushing, they took a step back, only to remember what had been going on. They started laughing, so hard that it made their stomachs ache.

“Jeez, I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard!” Ichigo exclaimed, wiping away the happy tears that had formed in his eyes.

“I do. It was actually at your house!” Rukia answered.

They shared a laugh and then got distracted by the kids’ laughter. Kazui and Ichika were splashing around in the river, getting each other wet.

“Sometimes I get worried when Kazui asks me to tell him stories about my Shinigami years.” Ichigo suddenly said. “I worry that he’ll follow into my steps.”

“Would that be so bad?” Rukia asked, looking straight at him.

“I guess?” The man sighed. “It’s not that I regret it. In fact, those have been one of the happiest moments in my life. But… I’m worried he’s not going to be strong enough, that he’s…”

“Going to die?” Rukia answered for him.

“Yes.” He turned to look at his son. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t want to see him get hurt.” He whispered. “Aren’t you afraid too?” He asked her directly.

She observed her daughter. She snorted when Ichika fell on her butt while trying to run away from Kazui. “I love her.” She confessed. “More than life itself. If something bad happened to her, I think I’d want to die on the spot. But…”

“But?”

“I know the risks of being a Shinigami. I… I lost someone I deeply cared about while on the job. I’ve almost lost my life several times and I know it’s the same for every Shinigami. But… I don’t feel scared in those situations, because I know that, even if I died, I’d have done my job, protecting others, it’d be alright.” Rukia turned to look at Ichigo. “And that’s the same for you.”

“Yeah, but─”

“If your father had told you back in the day that he didn’t want you to be a Shinigami, what would you have said?” She interrupted him.

Ichigo chuckled. “I would’ve told him I didn’t care about his opinions, and I would’ve done what I wanted anyway.”

“Exactly.” Rukia smiled. “It’s the same for them.” She gestured towards the two children. “Of course I’m scared that my daughter one day will come back from a mission injured or worse. Of course sometimes that fear keeps me up at night. But I know that, if this is what she wants to do, she’s going to do it whether I like it or not. The only thing I can do for her is teach her all I know, in hopes it’ll give her the tools to become a better Shinigami than I am. To come back safely to me.”

He pondered what she told him for a minute, staring at the lake as the sun began to set. “I know what you mean. You’re completely right. I just… I’ve already lost too much. I don’t want to lose my son too because I couldn’t protect him.”

“Oh, Ichigo, you can’t live your life trying to protect everyone.” She said. “Just have faith that all your loved ones will come back to you. Death’s not the end, as you well know.”

Ichigo smiled. “It figures that I’m still not as strong as I believe I am. But don’t worry, I’ll become strong enough to let Kazui go and do what he has to do. Strong enough to trust him.” He said. Then, looking at his little boy, he added, “When he’s older, I mean.”

“Of course, wouldn’t have it any other way.”

In silence, they observed their children, chuckling once in a while at their antics. When the sun had finally set, they picked them up. Rukia opened the Senkaimon. Almost tearfully, Ichika said goodbye to her friend, who hugged her instantly. She smiled at the children, and then looked at her own friend.

“Guess this is goodbye.” She said, repeating the same lines she had told him long ago.

“Yeah, but just for a bit. I’ll come back for more training when you least expect it.” He answered.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

Ichigo nodded, but just before he crossed the gate, he turned to her once more. “Oh, and Rukia?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for earlier.” He said, flashing her his brightest smile.

“Anytime.”

With that, father and son crossed the gate, the doors closing after them. Rukia and her daughter watched them go, both having the same thoughts. Pulling Ichika’s hand, she started guiding them home. She had no doubt Ichigo was doing the same with Kazui. What she didn’t know was that, just like her, once they laid at night, they were both thinking about their sparring match and their bodies pressing together. It was something neither would be able to forget.

“Rukia?” Renji called her.

“Huh?” She said, focusing her gaze on her husband.

“You okay? You seem distracted.” He asked, clearly concerned.

She smiled softly. “Yeah, I am. Just thinking about paperwork.”

He groaned. “Ain’t it the worst?”

She chuckled. “So, what were you saying?”

Renji smirked. “Oh, I was just thinking that, y’know, since Ichika’s with your brother and all, we might wanna take the chance to spend some time together.” He said, his hand caressing her legs.

“Oh? Whatever do you mean, Renji?” Rukia said, amused.

“You know what I mean.” He said, voice laced with lust. Then, he pushed her on the bed, crawling on top of her.

Rukia moaned as he kissed her jaw and her neck. Soon, he pulled her for a deep kiss. He started undressing her, touching her as he kept on kissing her. She responded to his actions. She had been feeling needy, after all. However, she wanted to have fun of her own. She pushed Renji’s chest away so as to have the necessary room to flip him on his back. She straddled him, hands pushing him down.

“Rukia?” He called.

“Yeah?” Rukia practically moaned, rubbing herself on him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, arching a brow.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She answered in a teasing tone. She rubbed on him again for good measure.

Though Renji groaned, his face looked puzzled. Grabbing her hips, he started pushing her off. “Come on, stop teasing me and lay down.”

Rukia frowned. “Why? Isn’t it more fun this way?”

He visibly sighed. “You know I like being on top.”

“And what if I like being on top too?” She argued.

“How do you know?” He grumbled.

“You mean, how do I know when you never let me do it?” She asked, sarcastically. Rukia, then, got off of him, and sat down on the bed.

“Rukia.” He whined. “You know it’s not like that.”

“Then how is it, Renji? I tried doing something sexy for a change, and you stopped me. Why don’t you want me to be on top?”

“It’s just… I feel more comfortable when I’m on top.” Renji said. “It feels better.”

She glared at him. “You don’t know. You wouldn’t know because you never let me try anything. It’s the same thing as when I asked you to slam me on the wall.”

“You know that’s dangerous! I don’t want to accidentally hurt you!” He said.

Rukia scoffed. “You weren’t worried about that when you slammed me on that lamppost and tried to choke me.”

Renji’s jaw dropped. He quickly recovered, glaring at her too. “That’s not fair, Rukia. Not fucking fair.”

“Why not?”

“That was a long time ago!” He yelled. “I’m not that man anymore!”

“Well, maybe I’m not that woman anymore either!” She exclaimed.

He laughed mirthlessly. “No? ‘Cause you’re acting right now like you did that night. Pushing me away for nothing. Is it because of Ichigo too?” He said suggestively.

Rukia hissed. “Get. Out.”

“Rukia!”

“I said get out!” She screamed, hitting him with a pillow. “You can’t expect me to want you here after that!”

“But─!”

“Enough!” Rukia yelled. “Just go, Renji!”

“Fine.” He growled. He took his clothes and then left the room, eventually leaving the house too.

Once she was alone, tears started streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around her naked body, feeling vulnerable. As she sobbed, she pictured a better life. A life were her husband would let her experiment her sexuality. A life were her husband wasn’t jealous or unfair. A life were she felt loved. With these thoughts, Rukia fell asleep, not without imagining the man from her fantasies. He certainly wouldn’t have treated her like that.

Next morning, Renji came hope with a huge bouquet, Ichika trailing behind him. Rukia had no choice but to accept him back.

That didn’t stop her from fantasizing at night, though.

“Ichigo!” Orihime called him, a giggle spilling from her lips.

Ichigo opened his bedroom’s door to find her dressed in a baby doll. Any other man would have pounced on his wife. But he wasn’t that type of man. He closed the door behind him and then looked at her. “Orihime? What are you doing?” He asked.

She giggled. “What do you think I’m doing, silly?” She said. Then, she stood up, walking towards him. “Since Kazui’s at your father’s, I thought we could have some fun.” She said, her finger tracing a pattern on his chest.

Mentally, he sighed. He knew where this was going and he didn’t want to go through with it. Still, he didn’t want her to feel sad. Mustering a smile, he said. “Oh? I was thinking the same.”

Ichigo kissed her, slowly, softly. Orihime giggled and then pushed him on the bed. Crawling on top of him, she started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck. She, then, helped him undress, her mouth still doing all sorts of things. Ichigo simply held her, not being in the mood to do anything else. Once they were naked, she straddled him, burying him into her. “Oh, Ichigo.” She mewled, rocking her hips. Having no choice, Ichigo started doing the same. “Harder.” She moaned, but he didn’t do anything. “Ichigo, harder.” She commanded, but Ichigo shook his head. “No, like this.” Orihime pouted, stopping her movements. “Why not?”

Ichigo sighed. “I don’t like it.” He simply said, shrugging.

“Lies.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry?” He said, not quite sure he had heard her right.

“Lies! You’re a liar, Ichigo!” She said. Then she stood up. “I know you like it rough! Remember our first night?”

That got him angry. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He growled.

“Of course I know! I remember!” She yelled. “What happened to that Ichigo? You used to be so passionate! What happened to you?”

He glared at her. “I repeat. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is it because you think I’m fragile? I’m not going to break! I’m stronger than I look!”

“It’s not that.” He said.

“Then what is it?!” Orihime screamed.

“You really want to know?” Ichigo hissed.

“Yes!”

“Fine! Yeah! I like it rough! I just don’t like it with you!” He shouted before he was able to stop himself.

She gasped. Tears started rolling down his face. “What?” She whispered.

“Shit. Orihime. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that!” He started apologizing, standing up to reach her.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to hear it!”

“Ori─!”

“Just stop, Ichigo!” She yelled.

Defeated, he picked up his boxers and walked out the door. He went to his couch, deciding to sleep there for the time being. He had done it. He had made his wife cry. He had sworn he’d never be that type of man, but here he was. Ichigo couldn’t help it. It was the truth. That night, their first night, he had used Orihime to forget his own pains. He had let out the dark side of him. One he didn’t want her to know. Because, no matter what she said, Ichigo knew she wouldn’t like it. She had rejected him before, after all. Slapping a hand on his face, he couldn’t help but think that a certain someone wouldn’t have rejected him. That he could show that side of him to that person.

Tomorrow, he’d buy Orihime sunflowers and apologize. He would take her out on a date. Even be rougher next time they did it. But, for tonight, he’d let his thoughts wander to that other person. The only one he could be himself with.

“Harder, Ichigo!” Rukia’s scream filled him with the power to keep going. “Oh, yeah, just like that!” She exclaimed.

Ichigo groaned, preparing for the next thrust. “Better?”

“Yeah!” She yelled, meeting him mid-thrust.

“Jeez, Rukia, be more careful!” He complained.

“What? Scared of a little fun?” She taunted him.

“No!” He yelled. “I’m scared of you poking my eye out!” He said, dodging her second blow.

Rukia smirked. “My, my, so the great Kurosaki Ichigo is scared of little old me?”

“I’m not afraid!” He shouted, trying to hit her with his sword. “But you got that right about being little and old.”

“What?!” She yelled, pissed off. “Oh, you’re so dead!”

Today they were sparring again. It had become a little tradition of theirs. Every once in a while, Ichigo made the time to go to Soul Society to train with Rukia. Whenever he came, Rukia cleared her schedule for the whole day. If their spouses opposed the idea, they never said anything.

Ichigo, who had lost great part of his abilities, had regained them with her help. He was almost as strong as he had once been. If he kept this up, she had no doubt he’d be even stronger. As for Rukia, sparring ironically helped her relax from her life. Things had not precisely been going well with Renji, and Ichika was starting to notice. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have anyone to talk about it, either. Nii-sama was out of the question. And her other friends weren’t married, so probably their advice wouldn’t be as useful.

When they had finished sparring, Rukia turned to look at Ichigo. Once upon a time, they had been able to communicate without speaking. Somehow, with just one look they knew what the other was feeling. Occasionally, they would have deep heart-to-hearts. Those conversations always ended in a positive note. They always knew how to cheer the other up.

“If you have something on your mind, say it.” Ichigo said, having noticed Rukia’s trouble look.

She shook her head. “You always know when something’s going on.”

He nodded. “Well, yeah, I know you better than I know myself.”

That admission filled her with warmth. Not that she’d ever tell him.

“Ichigo.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever wish you could go back in time?” Rukia whispered.

“What do you mean?” He asked her.

“Like… what if you made a decision which seemed right at the time, but it really wasn’t. And now that you know it’s not, do you ever want to go back in time and stop yourself from making that decision?” She explained.

Ichigo remained silent. Then he nodded. “Yeah, sometimes. Some days more than others.” They grew silent again. “I’m not sure if I’d go back, given the chance.” He said at last.

She blinked. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Look at it this way, the only reason we know that wasn’t the right choice was because we made it in the first place. We have learned from our mistakes. If we could take it all back, we wouldn’t learn anything.” He said. “I’d rather make mistakes than not learn anything.”

Rukia found herself nodding at his words. “That’s surprisingly insightful and mature.”

Ichigo chuckled. “I have my moments.”

They went quiet again, each deep in thought.

“I don’t want to regret anything.” Rukia said suddenly.

Her friend smiled softly at her. “Then don’t.” He mulled over his words before adding, “There are things I regret, though I try not to. Some of those choices brought me happiness I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.”

She bit her lip. “What if there’s memories I’d trade for something?”

Ichigo sighed. “Then you must make a choice. It might not be too late to get what you want.”

She felt like crying. “Oh, but I know it is. It’s much too late.” Ten years too late. Her mind added.

Ichigo gently patted her head. “It’s never too late. I’m sure you’ll get what you want.” He said, smiling down at her.

She smiled back. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He said, his fingers lingering on her hair. “You know you’re my best friend, right?”

Rukia nodded. “And you’re mine.”

Ichigo smiled and then smirked. “What do you say if we go again? I’m sure I’m gonna beat you in less than ten minutes!”

“Oh, you wish! Bring it on!”

Rukia moaned, loudly. She was currently in her tub, enjoying some time for herself for a change. Ichika was with Byakuya, and Renji was on a short mission. It was perfect. She used her newfound free time wisely. She cleaned. Did her laundry. Ate whatever she wanted for dinner. She even sang out loud some of the songs she had learned in the world of the living. But at night, she prepared everything. She prepared her bath. She put scented candles around her tub. She put sake in a cup, and then dipped into the water. It was hot. It felt incredibly around her aching body.

As expected, her marriage with Renji hadn’t gone back to normal. Their sexual encounters were almost non-existent now. It wasn’t something she could say she was sad about. Not when her fingers were much more gratifying. The moan that slipped past her lips reminded her why. And that fantasy that she had kept replaying in her mind non-stop. In fact, she just kept expanding it. Different encounters, different positions with the same man. All having the same outcome: indescribable pleasure. If only they were real…

She had been serious the other day when she had asked Ichigo if he would change anything about his life. She certainly would change several things about hers. It wasn’t her fault. She had been younger, more foolish. She was much wiser now. Rukia knew what she wanted, and it wasn’t necessarily something that she would be able to get from her current life, from her husband. She knew she was lucky, though. Not everyone had the position she now held as captain of the Gotei 13. Not everyone could say that they had a family. Or friends. In reality, she should have been satisfied. She wasn’t. Rukia craved much more than mundane commodity. She longed for those days filled with excitement. She wished to go back to the time she was able to experience all life had to offer, which death had robbed her. It wasn’t the experience only. Rukia also desperately missed the company she had had, which she had now lost. If she hadn’t, where would she be now? Probably by that person’s side, like she had always been from the moment they had met.

Rukia moaned more audibly this time. She had almost screamed. Well, since she had no company, she figured she could be as loud as she wanted. With this in mind, she inserted one finger inside, gasping from the pleasure she felt. Her other hand played with her breasts as she imagined another person doing it. The person she craved for. His big, rough hands, squeezing her breasts. His hot lips, sucking her skin. His abs under her hands. His short, orange hair. His deep eyes, staring straight into hers as he slammed into her. His member, hard and long, buried inside of her. She screamed, letting herself get lost into this fantasy.

What wouldn’t she give to make this dream a reality?

She kept at it, even after her skin had pruned. Each time, she screamed one single name.

“Ichigo!”

Ichigo woke up with a start. He was sweating all over, and he felt as if a fire was growing in his belly. Turning around, he realized Orihime was nowhere to be found. She was probably already up and about. She was always an early riser. He groaned, burying his head on his pillow. It was that dream again. Every night he got the same dream. It was driving him insane. If he closed his eyes, Ichigo could still hear her sounds and feel her warmth. It was agonizing.

He got up and went through his day as usual. He had breakfast with his family, before dropping Kazui off at his school. Next, he headed to his father’s clinic, where his old man greeted him with a kick like in old times. The day went by slowly, some clients here and there, but for the most part in complete silence. Then, he returned home, where Orihime had dinner ready for him. He ate, watched a cartoon with Kazui, and put him to bed after it was over. At 10 pm sharp, Orihime and he went to sleep. But, Ichigo couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, images from his dream flashed in his head. Getting up, he went to the bathroom to take care of his problem.

It wasn’t his fault. Really, it wasn’t. He wasn’t sure why his subconscious would play out his recurrent fantasy like a broken record every night. Worst part was, he enjoyed it, every damned second of it. Ichigo grunted as his hand moved up and down. How many more nights would he have to go to the bathroom to take care of this? His conversation with Rukia suddenly crossed his mind. He hadn’t exactly lied to her, but he hadn’t been truthful either. There were decisions he had made that he wished to change. There were also happy moments he would trade for his ultimate wish: another life. When at work, it wasn’t hard for him to envision a better life. Ichigo often toyed with the idea of being a full-time Shinigami, a dream he had pushed aside in his youth. It could be a far more exciting life, to be sure. Adventures every day. All the power he needed to protect others in his fingertips. It’d sure come with a lot of benefits, including the person that would accompany him in that life. That person who, if he was being honest, had never left his mind. The same person he longed for. Fantasized about, daily.

Ichigo sped up his actions. He needed to finish fast. It wouldn’t be too hard when his mind kept conjuring those images. Her luscious lips. Her long, dark hair. Her soft skin. Her tantalizing hips moving against his own. Her hands on his hair. Her mouth moaning his name. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her core, wet and hot, tight around his cock. It was too much. He came, his seed falling on the floor in spurts. Only one name left his lips when it was over.

“Rukia.”

Another normal, boring day. Rukia thought as she made her way home. Definitely all excitement had died down after the war. She briefly wondered if the rest of her friends felt that way. She knew someone who did, though. Pushing those thoughts aside, she sped her pace. She arrived at her house, plastering a fake smile like she had found herself doing more often than not.

“Welcome!” Renji said, grinning down at her.

Rukia greeted him back, stepping inside. She took off her haori, and then looked around. “Where’s Ichika?”

“Oh, Captain Kuchiki invited her over for tea time. She’s staying over for the night.” He said, still smiling.

She nodded. Though she thought the situation was fishy, she said nothing. She hung her haori in her closet, and then changed into a lighter yukata. She went to the kitchen only to find Renji had already made them dinner.

“What’s the occasion?” She asked.

“What? Can’t a man pamper his wife?”

Rukia didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to. Together, they ate dinner. It wasn’t as great as it could have been, but she had to give it to Renji for trying. Then, they chatted about their day. It was almost normal. As it had been before that argument that they had had. There was something which bothered her, though. Renji’s intense stares had her on edge. It took everything in her power to stop herself from actively flinching.

After dinner, they drank sake quietly on their porch. It was a nice summer night. Then, Renji suggested they go back inside, where he led her to their room. Their bed was covered in rose petals, which hadn’t been before.

“Renji. What’s this?” She asked, breathlessly observing her room.

“I figured it was time to be romantic.” He said sheepishly, and then he held her hands. “Look, I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but I really want to make this work.” He said earnestly. “And I found a way to get everything back in order.”

Rukia raised an eyebrow. “You did?”

Renji nodded and then grinned. “We haven’t spent enough time together. We need more intimacy. And I also realized when we had gone wrong. We started growing apart after Ichika started school, so…”

Fearing where this was going, she tried to stop him. “Ren─”

“That’s when it hit me.” He kept talking, completely ignoring her. “Our lives revolve so much around Ichika that we need a way to rekindle our relationship. We need more intimacy! More time together! And, I also think, that we probably need something to distract Ichika with. Or rather someone. She won’t need much attention if she’s no longer an only child!”

She paled. “Renji.”

“I know what you’re thinking, and don’t worry! It doesn’t have to be right now. But, we should probably start practicing, huh?” He said, pulling Rukia closer by her hips. “We’re alone after all.”

“Renji.” Rukia said firmly, using her hands to push him away.

“Yeah?” His face fell.

“I don’t want another baby.” She answered.

“What?” He whispered.

“I don’t want another baby. I think our family’s already fine the way it is.” Rukia said. “As a captain, I can’t really afford to be out of commission for long. It was fine when Ichika was born because I was still a lieutenant, but things are different now.”

“Things are different because you’re a captain?” He asked ironically. “Or maybe it’s something else.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, crossing her arms.

Renji laughed. “Don’t take me for a fool. I’ve seen what has been going on for ages now. You say you don’t want a baby, but it’s not that you don’t want another child, it’s just you don’t want me to be the father!”

“That’s not true!” She exclaimed.

“It’s not? Then why do you always back away from sex? Or even just spending time with me in general?!”

“Ren─”

“While you keep spending time with Ichigo!” He finally yelled, furious.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb! Ever since you saw him in Karakura, you’ve been different! Slowly, you’ve been pushing me away! What’s worse is that you don’t see a problem in spending time with Ichigo! You encourage it, in fact! And don’t think I haven’t heard you when you slip to the bathroom! You don’t want sex with me, but have no problem touching yourself like a slut!”

“Stop!” She yelled, but was ignored, as Renji kept shouting.

“And Ichigo! I’ve seen you two, Rukia! I’ve seen the way you’re all over each other during your ‘sparring sessions.’ You probably wouldn’t mind having sex with him, huh?! Having his baby?! Hey, maybe you have! For all I know ‘training’ it’s just code for fucking! You’re his little whore, aren’t you, Rukia?”

“Shut the hell up!” She screamed as she slapped him. “You have no idea about anything, Renji! You think you can blame Ichigo for everything, but you’ve had your share in this situation! We’d been doing badly for years before I even saw Ichigo again! You’ve tried to control every little thing about me since we got married! You don’t want me out in bars with Rangiku-san! You don’t want me wearing revealing clothes! You want me to be your perfect little wife! You don’t even care about my needs!” Years of frustration kept coming out of her mouth, and she was unable to stop them. “And about sex, you’ve only ever cared about what you want, about your needs! I’ve never been able to come with you because you never take the time to pleasure me! You think that just by having your dick inside is enough?! Well, you’re wrong!”

“Ru─”

“And no matter how many times you’re on top when you fuck me, that won’t ever make you a greater man! It makes you a lesser man, in fact!”

“Now, hold─”

“And you’re damn right when you say I prefer Ichigo! He would never treat me like this and you know it!”

After those words escaped her lips, they both suddenly grew quiet. Then, Renji laughed. It was a loud, painful laugh.

“I want to say I’m surprised, but I’m not. It’s always been him, hasn’t it?”

Rukia didn’t answer. She merely crossed her arms around her body.

“I’m a fucking idiot. I should’ve known…” He kept muttering, more to himself than to his wife.

“Renji.” She called him, abruptly.

“Yes?”

“It’s over.”

Ichigo came back from the store feeling tired. Today had been a hectic day at the clinic. He wanted nothing more than to come home and pass out, but Orihime called him saying they were out of milk. Naturally, he had had to go to the store, which was a block away from home. He normally wouldn’t have minded, but he was exhausted and had a headache, and the cold was definitely not making it any better.

“I’m home.” He announced, entering his house. He, then, went straight to the kitchen and put the milk in the fridge. “Orihime?”

“In here~!” His wife called out from the room.

He walked to his room only to find his wife naked on their bed.

She smiled coyly when she saw him. “Dear, welcome back. I know you’ve been working hard, and this is your prize.”

Ichigo gulped and not out of excitement. This wasn’t the first time she had pulled such a stunt to get him into bed, and every time he found it even more difficult to step away without hurting her feelings.

“Where’s Kazui?” He croaked out, attempting to distract her.

She giggled. “He’s with Yuzu-chan and Karin-chan for the night. We have all the time in the world for ourselves.”

“Ah.” He nodded lamely, not knowing what else to say.

“Now, come here! I’ve been waiting for you.” Orihime said, standing up.

“Ah, about that.” Ichigo started saying, scratching the back of his head.

“What?” The woman frowned.

“Listen, Orihime. I’m tired and my head kinda hurts, so maybe we should postpone… this.” He gestured between them.

Normally, his sweet wife would have nodded and tried to help him out, but not today. Her frown deepened as she glared at him. “Again? You’ve had headaches for about three months now.”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, it’s been a tough few months with the clients and all.”

“There are no clients.” Orihime said matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry?”

“There are no clients. At least not enough! I’ve seen our shared bank account. You’re barely making money, and yet you say you work a lot.” She said as she started putting on her discarded clothes.

It was Ichigo’s turn to glare. “First of all, I’ve had a lot of clients. The problem’s I don’t like charging people in need a lot of money.”

“What about our money?”

“Well, I’m sorry that not all of us work at Karakura General Hospital!”

“You now that, if you wanted, Ishida-kun could get you a spot there.” She grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to!” He retorted, crossing his arms haughtily.

“And when it’s not ‘work’, you’re tired for one reason or another.” Orihime kept complaining. “You never want to be with me anymore! And yet…”

“What?” Ichigo frowned when she didn’t say anything else.

“Yet you have the time to visit Kuchiki-san!” She shouted. “Do you like her more than me?”

“It’s not like that.” He replied.

“It’s not? Then why do you always talk about her? Why do you spend your free time with her?” Orihime kept saying. “You never want to do things with me anymore. You don’t tell me about your day. And you don’t want to make love to me anymore!”

Ichigo sighed. “I’ve been tired, that’s all.”

“That’s your excuse for everything!” She screeched. “Every time you try to stop us from having sex you say you’re tired. Then I hear you in the bathroom touching yourself!”

He didn’t say anything. There was no use in defending himself when all she said was true.

“What’s wrong with me? How can we make this marriage work if you don’t wanna be with me? How are we supposed to have a baby?!”

Ichigo choked. “B-baby?” He stammered.

“Yeah. I want to have another baby, don’t you?” Orihime said, wide-eyed.

“No… I don’t.” Ichigo answered honestly.

“What? I thought you wanted a big family!” She exclaimed, recalling their early days as a couple.

“Not anymore.” He shook his head. “There’s a lot going on right now.”

“But I want another baby!” She said. “What about what I want?”

“And what about what I want!” Ichigo exclaimed. “You’re always talking about how I should be with you every hour of every day, and having sex even when I’m not up to it. What about me? Why do I have to do everything you want while you never stop to ask what I want, how I feel?” He said. “I’ve been… I’ve been just so lost. I’m unhappy at work. I’ve been second guessing everything! The only time I feel alive is when I’m training, and you want to take that away from me too!”

“Is that it?” Orihime whispered. “Does Kuchiki-san make you feel alive? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Don’t go putting words into my mouth! I never said that!”

“But you said you feel alive while training! And you train with her!” She accused him. “What’s going on with her, Ichigo?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s going on!” He denied everything.

“Lies! You’re such a liar! I know something’s going on!” Then she sobbed. “Are we never going to get rid of her?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, suddenly on edge.

“It’s her! It’s always Kuchiki-san! Since we were teens! You never gave me the time of the day when you were with her! And when she married Abarai-kun I thought you had finally moved on, and that you’d finally see me! But every time you fall back into her trap!”

“That’s not true!”

“Face the facts, Ichigo! She’s got you wrapped around her finger! She doesn’t care about you! She’s just using you!”

“How dare you!” Ichigo exclaimed. “How dare you fucking talk about Rukia like that! She cares about me!”

“And what about me? She might care about you, but I love you! I’ve always loved you!” Orihime cried. “I have been here every time you were in trouble or sad! God, I even went with you to save her! I’m the one who understands you! I’m the one who truly loves you!”

Ichigo shook his head. “You haven’t.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You haven’t been there every time I got into trouble, or every time I felt sad. Fuck, you didn’t even care when I lost my powers!” He yelled.

“I did!”

“No, you didn’t! You didn’t care enough! In fact, when I stopped being a Shinigami the second time around you were happy! You told me as much! That you didn’t want me to fight anymore!”

“Is caring about your well-being so bad?! I don’t want you to get killed!” Orihime exclaimed.

“But fighting is what makes me feel alive! What use is there for not dying when I don’t even feel alive?!” He shouted. “And you don’t get that! But Rukia does! That’s the difference!”

“What? So you prefer Kuchiki-san, is that what you’re saying?” Orihime asked him.

“Yes!” Ichigo answered without thinking things through.

“Get out.” She whispered.

“What?”

“Get out! If Kuchiki-san is so great, then go with her! See if I care!” She hissed. “Just remember she’s not your wife! Nor the mother of your child! She’ll never love you like I do!”

Ichigo grumbled. “Then maybe that’s a good thing! Her love won’t suffocate me!” He yelled before leaving his room.

He walked away, not once looking back. Once outside, he ran, ran, ran. Ichigo wasn’t sure where he was going until he arrived to his destination. The cemetery. Of course. He always came to his mother when he had problems. If he hadn’t felt so awful, he would’ve smiled. He walked calmly, not bothering to run away, until he reached her grave. There, in front of him, rested his mother.

“I messed up.” He choked out. “I messed up so badly I’m not sure even you’d forgive me.” Now that he had calmed down, Ichigo was filled with guilt. In truth, Orihime had been right to call him out. She was trying to make their marriage work. But he was not up to it anymore. Not when he knew her real feelings about his best friend. Or the fact they wanted different things in life.

He was about to say something else when he heard sniffling. Frowning, he looked around until he stopped her. Of course. She was hiding behind some trees, but he could still see her, feel her. “Rukia.” Ichigo called her.

She turned to look at him, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Ichigo.” She whispered, then, she ran to him until they were standing side by side. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and her eyes looked dead.

He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed her and hugged her. She broke down, burying her face in his chest.

“We messed up.” He whispered into the wind.

They stayed there until they had calmed down. Then, they both left, each to their own houses, to their own problems.

The swords clashed more forcefully than they probably should have. Both fighters pulled back, sweating and panting from the exertion. With a yell, they went at it again, pushing their opponent forward. They repeated the same action several times. Frustration oozed from their bodies. No one had the upper hand. No one was winning. Minutes later, they pulled back, letting their weapons fall to the ground. Tired, they soon joined their swords.

A few seconds of silence passed. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.

“You… went… really hard… at it.” Rukia eventually said, still panting.

“Che. You’re one to talk.” Ichigo said, his breathing already evening. “I thought I’d lose my head several times.”

She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry. I get it.” He reassured her.

Silently, they got up, reaching for their water bottles. As they drank, they sat side by side, shoulders almost touching.

“How’s it been going?” Ichigo suddenly asked. “With Renji, I mean.”

Rukia stared intently at her hands. “I don’t know… He moved out that same day. I haven’t really seen him since.”

Her friend frowned. “Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I talked to nii-sama about it.” She answered. “After explaining what went down, he thinks it is better if we do not get back together.”

Ichigo nodded. He hadn’t needed for Rukia to explain everything to him. He knew how terrible the situation actually was from seeing her that day. “Sounds reasonable.”

“Yes.” She said, playing with her fingers. “I’ve already petitioned for a divorce.” She admitted.

“That’s… a really big step. Are you sure?”

Rukia stared directly at his eyes. “Ironically, I have less doubts right now than when I married him.”

Ichigo tried to smile comfortingly. “Then, it’s for the best. I support you.”

She smiled back. “Thank you.”

“But… what about Ichika?”

Rukia’s smile disappeared. She sighed loudly. “Of course, she didn’t really understand why her father was gone when she came back. I think she thought it’d be temporary. But when I told her I wanted to divorce Renji, she… snapped. Ichika has her father’s temper. She grew angry thinking it had been my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Ichigo said.

Rukia shook her head. “I know I’m at fault too. Maybe I’m even guiltier about our crumbling marriage. I stopped trying long ago.”

“I understand the feeling.” He said.

“I take it you and Orihime are not getting back together?” She asked him.

“Nope.” He shrugged.

“Care to elaborate?”

“It’s just… after the fight we had, after the things we said, there was honestly no turning back. I don’t really want to stay married to her, and I honestly think it’s best for Orihime too.” He explained. “When you start a relationship for the wrong reasons, it’s bound to crumble.”

“And you started yours for wrong reasons?” Rukia asked, intrigued.

“All kinds of them.” Ichigo said sarcastically. “You didn’t?”

“Never really thought about it.” She said. “In hindsight… yeah, maybe.”

“Kazui worries me, though.” He admitted. “He’s been asking when I’m coming back home. I’m not even sure what Orihime has told him, but he’s definitely unaware I already filed for divorce.”

“You need to tell him soon.”

“I also need to tell him I’m not even planning on staying in Karakura.” Ichigo blurted out.

“What?” Rukia asked, shocked. “You’re moving?”

Ichigo scratched the back of his head. “Well, one of the reasons why my marriage wasn’t working was that I’m not happy being a doctor in my father’s clinic. I’ve always wanted to do something else. Be somewhere else. I feel like I’ve been static for way too long.” He paused, sipping water. “I… actually, it’s gonna sound insane to you, probably, but I really want to be a Shinigami again. Full-time.”

She just looked at him. “Even if it’s dangerous and you might die and leave your son?”

He chuckled. “I already feel dead most of the time. Without doing something I’m fully committed to, I don’t think I’ll be able to feel alive. I owe Kazui my own mental well-being to be a good dad. And, let’s face it, being a Shinigami is something I’ve always wanted to do, but didn’t have the courage after the war.”

“It, honestly, always surprised me you stopped with your Shinigami duties.” Rukia told him. “I thought that you… that you’d come back, here, for real.”

Ichigo nodded. “I was scared of Yhwach’s threat. Of doing something that’d make me happy. And then…” He sighed. “And then something happened that made me want to stay as far away as possible from here.”

She wetted her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. She laughed awkwardly. “Well, if you have your mind set on this, then I support you. I’ll write a letter of recommendation to Kyouraku-taichou for you, not that you need it, of course. And… if you’re lucky, you’ll get a post in my squad.” She added, nudging him with her elbow.

“Thank you, Rukia. There’s nothing I’d want more.” He said, honestly, his deep eyes boring into hers.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, getting lost in the moment. Neither knew who leaned in first, but, in the blink of an eye, they were kissing. It was a passionate kiss, full of raw emotions they’d never dare to speak out loud. Ichigo’s hands gently caressed her cheeks, keeping her close. Rukia grabbed his neck, holding him for dear life. They pulled back. Lips bruised from the exchange. Cheeks red. Eyes sparkling.

“Rukia.” Ichigo practically purred.

The sound of his voice broke her out of the euphoric state she had been in. Wide-eyed, she pulled away. “No.” She whispered, horrified.

“Rukia!” Ichigo exclaimed, alarmed.

“No! We can’t!” Rukia said, standing up and putting as much distance between herself and Ichigo as she could. “Not yet at least!” She added, after looking at his crestfallen expression.

Ichigo moved to stand right in front of her. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment. And I’m willing to keep on waiting, forever if necessary. You’re worth it.”

Rukia gasped, shocked. “Ichigo…”

“I’ve already made up my mind about what I want. It’s time you do the same.” On that note, he left, leaving her shell-shocked.

Weak-kneed, she slumped on the ground, heart beating faster than ever.

Ichigo’s words were far more dangerous than he realized.

Rukia helped pack Ichika’s last belongings. The girl kept crying as she put her stuff away. Her mother felt distressed about the whole situation, but she knew that, in the long run, it’d be for the better.

“I think this is all.” Rukia said, as she inspected the room.

“I don’t know why we have to move.” Ichika complained, as she put the last object inside a box.

The mother sighed. “I can’t stay in this house. I need fresh air. I need a change.”

“You wouldn’t need a change if you hadn’t left dad.” The girl muttered.

“Ichika.” Rukia called her, sounding serious. “Sit.” She instructed her daughter, pointing to the empty floor.

The girl grumbled but complied, pouting as she sat in front of her mother.

“You know, I’ve known your father for almost my entire life.” Rukia said, recalling her earliest memories of living in the Rukongai, along the rest of their friends. “But there was a point in our lives when we didn’t speak to each other.” She explained.

“You didn’t?” Ichika asked, curious.

“For over forty years, we didn’t hold a single conversation. That was when your uncle adopted me, and I joined my squad.” She explained. “I met… other people, different people. And I… something terrible happened during those years. When you’re older, I’ll tell you everything. What I want to say with all of these is that, during those years, I changed. Your father changed. When we rekindled our relationship, we weren’t the same people we had been when we parted.”

“But you became friends again, right? You fell in love!” The girl exclaimed.

Rukia nodded. “Yes. We did. We were friends again. Almost as if nothing had happened. Almost.” She then looked at her daughter with a troubled expression. “Then, the Great War happened, and we changed once more.”

“But you won!”

She sighed. “At a great cost. One you’re too young to understand. But, back then, we felt as if we could only trust in each other. Then, our courtship began. We felt that we needed to move fast, make the most out of everything. And we got married way too soon.”

Ichika frowned. “You never loved him, then?”

Rukia shook her head furiously. “No! I loved him, very much. We just aren’t suited for each other, but we refused to see it.” She gathered her daughter in her arms. “I want you to know that I don’t regret marrying your father, and, above else, I don’t regret having you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. It’s just… my wishes are different from your father’s. And, had we stayed together, we would have only hurt you and hurt each other. It’s for the best.”

Ichika broke down. “But I don’t wanna move! I don’t wanna be away from dad!”

“Oh, sweetheart! I know it’s difficult, but you’re going to love our new house. And you can still see your father whenever you want. In fact, you’re gonna stay with him some days. Everything will sort itself out, you’ll see.” Rukia comforted her daughter, rubbing her little arms.

The girl nodded, though she looked unconvinced.

They finished packing. Outside, a few members of her squad were already waiting for them to help pick up their stuff. Rukia was surprised at seeing them but smiled when Kiyone and Sentarou gave her a thumbs up. Together, they all went to Rukia’s new house. It was a little farther away from the neighborhood were the other had been, but it was closer to the 13th Squad barracks. It was also bigger, a fact which was not ignored by Byakuya, but, when pressed, Rukia just shrugged and told him it was ‘just in case.’ Byakuya knew exactly what she meant. He was not sure if he was mad or glad about it, though.

Only time would tell.

Ichigo and Kazui ate ice cream silently at the park. The boy hadn’t said much the whole day, no matter how hard his father had tried to cheer him up. Ichigo knew what was going on, but didn’t know how to approach the subject. What made it worse was that this was their last day together before Ichigo moved permanently to the Soul Society. Kyouraku had been more than happy to accept him, and Ichigo felt more excitement than he had felt in years. His only problem was that moving meant being far away from his son. He was going to visit him. But, he didn’t know how long it’d be before they met again.

“So…” Ichigo started saying, once he had finished his ice cream.

“So, you’re leaving.” Kazui stated.

“Yes.” The father nodded. “But I’ll come back to visit you soon.”

The boy didn’t say anything else. He kept staring at the ground.

“Or you can visit me too. Captain Kyouraku gave me some passes for you, grandpa, and your aunts.” Ichigo kept saying, hoping to comfort his child.

“Do you really have to leave?” Kazui asked instead, his big eyes looking at him with hope. They reminded him too much of his mother’s eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” He said. “It’s something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time. But,” he added, after seeing Kazui was close to tears, “that doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I don’t want to be with you. I do. But, to be a good dad to you, I need to find myself first.”

The boy nodded. “You need to be happy again.”

“That’s right.”

They went silent again, just enjoying each other’s company. When it was time to leave, father and son walked side by side.

“You know, you smile more now.” Kazui told him before they said goodbye. “I’m glad.”

Ichigo couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I love what you’ve done to the place.” Ichigo said as he entered Rukia’s office.

“I’m not sure if you’re actually complimenting me or being sarcastic.” She muttered as she placed two cups of tea on her table. “But I’m going to take it as a compliment.”

“Jeez, I try to be nice to you and you take it the wrong way.” He complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Years of experience speak against you.” Rukia replied, smirking when Ichigo huffed.

“I could say the same of you.”

They both laughed.

It was nice sitting here with each other. Almost too nice. Ever since their kiss, they had not spoken about it again. However, there was something palpable in the air which made them uneasy. It was as if both were waiting for something to happen. But neither was willing to make the first move. After all, one mistake could hurt their friendship, and their bond was the very thing which kept them going.

“So, have you gotten used to the squad yet?” Rukia enquired.

“I guess. I mean, I already knew your way of life before coming here.” Ichigo answered, shrugging.

“And is your room alright?” She asked again.

“Yeah. It’s nice. Better than my first apartment.” He joked. “Why? Do I get privileges for being the captain’s friend?”

She hummed. “Maybe. If you play your cards right, that is.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then, Rukia looked down at his cup. “It looks like you’re out of tea. Let me serve you more.”

“Don’t worry, I’m on it.”

Both reached for the kettle at the same time, their fingertips brushing against each other. They both gasped loudly after feeling an electric shock from touching. They pulled away and simply stared at each other, at a loss for what to say.

“Rukia.” Ichigo called her. “We can’t keep running away forever.”

“But… but it’s wrong!” She exclaimed.

“How so? You’re not married anymore. I’m not married either.” He said matter-of-factly. “What kept us apart is no longer there.”

“But, my daughter─”

“Wants to see you happy, just like my son wants me to be happy. I don’t think they’d be against this.”

Rukia sighed, feeling her sanity disappear with each argument Ichigo gave her. She wanted to give in, but was too afraid of the consequences.

“Rukia.” He called her again, softly this time. “Look at me.”

She did as she was told. Her eyes gazed into his. Ichigo was looking at her so gently it made her melt deep inside.

“Is it really so wrong to love you?” He asked her, voice barely a whisper.

Ichigo finally said them. The words they had ignored for over a decade. Rukia wanted to shout, she wanted to run away, she wanted to do so many things, but Ichigo stopped her by reaching across the table and kissing her. It was as if time had stopped. All that was in her mind were Ichigo’s lips against her own. She moaned loudly as his tongue graced her lips, opening her mouth greedily. “Ichigo.” She murmured, and then pulled him closer as she crawled on the table. She briefly heard the cups and her paperwork fall to the ground as she sat on the table, Ichigo pulling her closer by her sash. Their chests smacked against each other, and Rukia fell on his lap. She abruptly stopped and stood up.

“Rukia.” He groaned, missing her presence already.

“We really can’t, Ichigo.” She kept saying, more to herself than to him.

“Why?” Ichigo asked. “Give me one good reason to stop this.” He demanded.

“I…”

“You can’t. Because, deep down, you know you want this as much as I do. Because you love me like I love you.” He said, with each word getting progressively closer to her until Rukia’s back hit the wall. She was cornered.

“Ichigo.” She all but whispered.

“Tell me you don’t love me, and I won’t ever bring this up again.” Ichigo said, his mouth so close his breath mingled with hers. He had both arms on each side of her head.  Their noses touched.

It wasn’t fair. Not one bit. She really wanted to push him away, she really did. But she just couldn’t. Because she wanted him more than she would ever be able to explain. Because she loved him. Rukia loved Kurosaki Ichigo more than life itself. She had never been brave enough to admit it. But her time had ran out. Through the years, her love for him had only grown stronger, and it seemed it had been the same for Ichigo. Distance hadn’t mattered. Neither had their marriages. However, the same fear from before still lingered, always at the back of her head. If Rukia went ahead and gave in to her wishes, there would be no turning back. But rejecting Ichigo meant losing him for good.

Rukia wasn’t willing to let that happen. Not after everything.

“I love you.” The words left her mouth before she could stop them, and next thing she knew her mouth had crashed on his.

Her hands found their way to his face, cradling tenderly as her tongue explored his mouth. Meanwhile, Ichigo’s own hands descended to her waist, and with each kiss, he pulled her closer and closer until their bodies were firmly pressed against each other. He pulled away from her, making Rukia whine at the loss of his lips only to whimper a second later when he started dropping tender kisses down her cheeks to her jaw. A fire in her belly lit when Ichigo started sucking down her neck. She moaned and grabbed the back of his head. Even if she couldn’t see him, she knew he was smirking.

“Don’t be so happy about it.” Rukia muttered between pants.

Ichigo raised his head and grinned at her. “Can’t help it. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

All breath left her lungs as she looked at him wide-eyed. Then Rukia smiled down at him and caressed his cheek. “Me too.”

His smile only widened and then his lips were on hers again. She sighed in ecstasy as Ichigo led her to a rhythm of his own. She let herself follow him. Rukia would follow him to the end of the world. As they made out, Ichigo slowly took her haori off, letting it fall on the ground. Then, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed her up. She gasped his name as her back hit the wall and then her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. He smirked at her before kissing her senseless.

Through it all, Rukia was dimly aware that the temperature in the room had gone up. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew what would happen if they kept this up. But she soon realized she didn’t care. She remembered all the nights in which she had fantasized this would happen. Reality was far better than any fantasy. Pushing all qualms away, Rukia started opening his kosode, revealing his well-toned body. Greedily, she started touching his abs. Ichigo pulled away from the kiss and groaned.

“Rukia.” He moaned letting his head fall on her shoulder.

It was her turn to smirk at him. “I get to have fun too.”

That made Ichigo growl. “You’re so getting punished for that.”

His lips started biting down her neck as his hands started massaging her sides. They soon slipped under her robes, caressing her bare skin. Goosebumps started appearing where he touched her. Rukia whimpered with each touch. It felt so good it should have been a crime. She let her head fall to the wall as she relished in his ministrations. She was wet already. And from the feeling pressing on her thighs, Ichigo was hard. She shivered as she felt him. But nothing could compare to the moment in which his expert hands found her breasts. They started massaging them, his fingers teasing her nipples. Rukia could only mewl in response.

“You like that, don’t you?” He said huskily on her ear.

“Yes.” She replied, lost in the moment.

“Let me see you.” Ichigo pleaded, hand already pulling her sash.

She nodded and watched intently as he oh too slowly pulled her kosode away revealing her breasts. They were already pink from his earlier kneading. Her nipples were completely erect. Ichigo stared at her intently, dumbstruck. She had to push away the need to cover herself. Enraptured, he gently squeezed on them with open palms.

“You’re so beautiful.” He told her as he kept massaging her.

Rukia blushed bright red as if she were a virgin. “Really?”

Ichigo smiled down at her, eyes full with love. “You.” He said as he kissed her temple. “Are.” Then he kissed one of her cheeks. “The.” Then the other. “Most.” His lips touched her nose. “Beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” He finished by giving her a tender kiss on the lips.

She melted in his embrace.

“In that case…” Rukia said as she let her robes fall down, revealing her full body to his hungry eyes.

Wordlessly, Ichigo too discarded his opened kosode, and then claimed her lips once more. She happily let him ravish her mouth. She started playing with his hair as he grunted in approval. Then, she let her hands fall to his chest as she started feeling him up. He pulled away and started biting down her neck again. Then on her shoulder until finally his mouth fell to her right breast. Rukia moaned loudly as he started sucking on her nipple while he kneaded on her other breast. Ichigo’s free hand went to cup her ass. She gripped on his hair as he continued, switching breasts to not let even one inch of her body unattended. When her breasts were red and slick, Ichigo fell on his knees as he kissed down her breasts to her belly to her tummy, his eyes never straying from hers. His hands moved down her waist to her hips and then to her butt once more. As he kissed her navel, he started playing with the sash that kept her hakama on.

“Can I?” Ichigo asked her.

Rukia rubbed her thighs together and then nodded. Slowly, he untied them and pulled down her body until they reached the ground. Her underwear soon followed suit. Ichigo stared at her, his breath feeling hot in her core.

“You’re wet already.” He muttered, pleasantly surprised at this. “But you can be even wetter.” He added, already smirking at her. He pushed his face into her groin as he lifted one of her legs on his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing?!” Rukia exclaimed.

“You’ll see.” Ichigo answered her, still smirking.

His tongue then made a wet trail from her clit to her folds. Rukia whimpered as she clutched his head once more for dear life. Ichigo grabbed her hips to hold her in place as he started lapping down her core. She closed her eyes as she let all feelings wash over her. She had never experienced anything like this before. Ichigo’s tongue swirled first on her clit and then directly on her core as his nose hit her clit with each movement. Rukia was well aware she was being too loud. But she couldn’t make herself care. This sensation was the best one she had ever felt. Or so she thought until Ichigo slipped two fingers inside of her. If it weren’t for his hand still holding her in place, she was sure she would have fallen down. He was simply magical. With each movement, both from his tongue and his fingers pumping her, she reached heaven. Rukia started gyrating herself on his face, making his nose hit that sweet spot even more. Her juices flooded down from her as she felt something tightened inside her. She was close. So, so close. Ichigo must have felt it too for he increased his ministrations. With a cry, Rukia tilted her head back and let herself come undone. She quite literally saw stars as Ichigo kept on eating her out as she released. As she finished, she looked down just in time to see him pull away, an infuriating smirk on his face.

“Told you, you could be wetter.” He said huskily.

His orange hair was tussled from the way she had gripped his head.

His face, neck and chest were stained with her juices. They made his whole body glow.

He looked simply marvelous.

Rukia fell into his waiting arms and kissed him. She tasted herself in his mouth and it was a divine experience. As they continued kissing, her wandering hand touched his happy trail, and then followed it only to find his hakama. She untied it, pulling it down enough to reveal his cock. Ichigo was completely stiff, and he groaned when he felt her hand starting to grab it. Rukia stared at it with wonder. He was big and ready for her. She did tell him so, only for Ichigo to start chuckling.

“Glad you like it.” He told her, as he kicked off his pants.

Rukia grabbed him again, moving her hand up and down. He moaned her name and held her close to him. He dropped open mouthed kisses on her shoulder as she worked. When pre-cum started leaking from his cock, Ichigo pushed her hands away. She stared at him questioningly, but instead of answering, he made her straddle him.

“Rukia.” Ichigo called to her. “Ride me.” He told her, his eyes sparkling with want.

The thought made her wetter. Rukia nodded and with adrenaline pulsing through her veins, she put both her legs around Ichigo’s waist. He helped her guiding his cock until it touched her folds. Both whimpered at the sensation. With a nod, they worked together and, with one swift motion, Rukia sheathed him inside her. She couldn’t help the cry that came out of her.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Ichigo groaned out as he instantly pulled her closer to him.

“I feel you everywhere.” She murmured as she let her head fall on his chest.

He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘you’ve got no idea.’ Then he lovingly kissed her forehead. “Together?” He asked her.

“Together.” Rukia replied, looking into his eyes. She found lust and need but also so much love that made her lose her breath.

She started descending on him as Ichigo thrusted up at the same time. It caused them to moan loudly. They repeated the same actions until they found their own rhythm. It was a shared work. Rukia grabbed him by the shoulders to meet his powerful thrusts as she lowered herself on him. Meanwhile, Ichigo helped her out by holding her hips and guiding her down. With each thrust, his cock hit her right in her clit, giving her even more pleasure.

“I… Ichi… Ah! ... Ichigo!” Rukia croaked out his name each time he moved deep inside her.

“Rukia.” Ichigo groaned. “Rukia. Rukia. Rukia.” He said her name like a prayer.

“Ichigo!” She said as he rammed into her. “I… I love you!”

“I love you too, Rukia!” He moaned.

“Together?”

“Together.”

Rukia entangled her arms around his neck as she kissed him. Ichigo kissed her back, grabbing her ass to slam into her harder. She cried into the kiss. He could feel that she was close, so he helped her out by rubbing her clit as he thrusted. Rukia pulled back from the kiss to cry out. Ichigo crashed their mouths together, keeping her quiet. He never stopped his powerful thrusts, maximizing her pleasure. Once she was done, she dropped her head on his shoulder, using her arms to steady herself. He kept at it until he felt his release come closer. He let himself go, thrusting into her wildly. Rukia moaned and came again with him, feeling his seed as it filled her up. After he was done, he let himself fall down on the ground, taking her with him.

“That… was… amazing!” Rukia said between pants, giddy and pleased.

Ichigo grinned down at her. “Really?” He asked her, playing with her hair.

“Really.” She answered, burying her face into his chest.

He pecked her nose and then snuggled her. “I’m glad.”

Rukia giggled and then pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

They remained silent, basking in each other’s presence. It was a deeply intimate moment. Just lying there, tangled up in each other. However, there was something bothering Rukia.

“Ichigo.” She called him, sitting up to see him better.

“Hmm?” He hummed, still playing with her long hair.

“Why weren’t you on top?” She asked him. Her tone wasn’t accusatory. Just curious.

“What do you mean?” Ichigo asked her as he too sat down.

“Well… I just thought since it was the first time… you might like to be on top…” She said sheepishly.

He pondered over this for a moment. “I think the way we did it was fitting.”

Rukia raised an eyebrow at that explanation.

“I mean, we normally do things together. We work to achieve a goal. That position allowed us to work at the same time.” Ichigo answered. “Not that I don’t want to be on top!” He added, turning red and shaking his head vigorously. “It’s just, it felt better that way! You can also be on top! I don’t mind! Anyway is great!” He exclaimed, still bright red.

She watched his outburst awestruck. Anyway is great. The phrase echoed in her head. Of course. That was so Ichigo. She couldn’t help but giggle until she was out right laughing.

“H-hey! It isn’t funy!” He complained, utterly mortified. “It was just a fantasy of mine!”

Rukia finished laughing and then kissed his nose in the same loving way he had done before. “Fool.” She called him. “I loved it. It’s just… I… I’d never been on top before this.”

Ichigo looked at her in understanding. “Well, you can be on top whenever you want.”

She flashed him a beautiful smile. “Noted… And, speaking of fantasies.” Rukia said as she straddled him and whispered something in his ear.

His eyes widened comically. “You’re serious?”

She nodded. “We can take this to my house. Ichika’s gone for the night, so we’ll have the place all to ourselves.”

Ichigo smirked and kissed her.

“What are we waiting for?” He said as he stood up.

Rukia followed him and then looked around the place. “Oh, god. My office’s a mess!”

He just laughed. “I can help you clean before we leave.”

“You better. It’s your fault after all!”

“My fault? You weren’t saying that when you were screaming my name to the heavens!”

“Shut up!” Flustered, Rukia said as she covered his mouth with her hand. “Shut up!”

“Fine.”

“Are you gonna help me clean up or not?”

“Coming!”

As they put their clothes back on, Ichigo couldn’t help but look at the place with a smirk. Saying it was a mess was an understatement.

It was a good thing he had asked Kiyone and Sentarou to leave them alone and keep people out of the way before meeting Rukia.

Although, as loud as they were being, maybe the whole Soul Society had heard them anyway.

Oh well.

As he watched Rukia move around, and the smile that hadn’t left her face ever since their love making, Ichigo knew it had been all worth it.

#ichiruki #ichiruki fanfiction #ichiruki smut #you've been warned this is long #also extremely shameless #I regret nothing

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Maybe request where Eggsy and reader were friends in high school and had feelings for each other but one day reader moved to another city. Now she is a new agent at the Kingsman and they're meet in HQ for the first time after her move. Btw you are awesome babe! 😘😍

[OH MAN!!!! This was fun. It went way different than I was expecting as my stuff alllllllllways does lol. I hope you enjoy it :)

Pairing: Eggsy x f!Reader…  also Merlin!

Words: 2.1k ….. sorry.

Warnings: Cursing, light angst! But its also cute and sorta fluffy! Nothing bad tho angst wise, I promise lol. 

–Read on A03!]

Life moved pretty quick after you became a Kingsman. Almost every day was a new place, a new adventure, a new way to almost die. You were in one city one night, then another the next, and honestly you loved it. But whether you loved it or not it wasn’t always your plan to become an unstoppable killing machine, no matter how nice a ring it had to it.

No, you had something far more ‘normal’ planned for your life. You thought you’d go to school for biology or maybe computer science, get your degree than become a teacher or maybe help others learn english in some other country… Those details weren’t as important as who would be by your side.

Eggsy Unwin. And together you’d get married, or maybe you wouldn’t. You’d have a few kids or maybe none at all and instead opt for some dogs… You’d have a big house with a fenced in yard, and a large tree in the front where you could swing together and forget about the craziness of the world.

It was going to be perfect, so bloody perfect.

But that was the plan of a 12 year old girl smitten with the boy down the street, and that little girl had since grown up.

To be fair though, that plan always floated in the back of your mind no matter the age, and you never really gave up on it, not even when you moved away at 17. Not even now.

This of course was pretty much the worst time possible to move a teenager, but dad got a cushy new job, and where he went you had to follow. It never was the plan to stay in Manchester, but once a life got going there it was hard to imagine the one back in London.

Each day that life felt further and further away, until finally it felt just like a dream you tried hanging onto but felt slipping as you slipped to reality…

Plus, the last you heard Eggsy had gotten himself into some trouble. Which wasn’t anything new of course, that boy seemed to love trouble and honestly you wondered if he sought it out, or just had really bad luck. But the people he started hanging out with before you left were different, and led you to believe it was probably the latter. A new flavor of unsavory, and you knew just where he was heading… It was shit to watch but that’s all you could do from the other side of the bloody continent.

Over the years you’d tried keeping in contact, daily calls turned into birthday and holiday texts, and from there those fleeting messages turned to dust. But you still thought about him far more than you should.

Every damn day.

Sometimes you’d see him in the faces you’d pass in the streets, or even in yourself when you’d look in the mirror early in the morning… and the strange thing was that even though you’d dreamt up this whole life with him up— this grand glorious life— you always sort of knew deep down that it could never be. Because for you two the timing just never meshed up, and long before now you knew he was destined to be your ‘what if’.

To be completely honest though, you didn’t even know if Eggsy felt the same way you did. You had feelings yeah, but you didn’t know if he ever loved you as ardently as you him, or if he thought about you late at night…

Maybe that was why you couldn’t let go. Maybe that was why you saw him in everything you did, and everyone you saw after all these years.

Well, at least this time was different, and you actually had a reason to think about him.

That reason being you on a plane.

Flying to London…

And even though being a Kingsman sent you everywhere, you’d somehow never made it back until now. But you swore the next time you did you’d look Eggsy up. It was that promise to yourself made all those years ago that had your stomach twisted in knots now.

You didn’t know whether the face you’d find at the end of your searching would even be one you knew anymore.

What if Eggsy had gotten himself into some kind of trouble? What if he didn’t really remember you anymore? What if he was married, living that life— your life— behind that picket fence with someone that was not you…

“Shit.” you mumbled under your breath, pulling an agitated hand to massage your brow with eyes closed.

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” a voice rang in your ear over your glasses comms. You couldn’t help but jump because you really hated when he did that… but it was nice to have at least a bit of a distraction.

With London growing larger through the window… with your new position, and new life ready to meet your old one… well, it was a lot even for you. After a short sigh you pulled it together, at least a bit when you answered the familiar voice with a smile. “It’s nothing. Just… haven’t been home in awhile. It’s bringing back a lot of memories.”

You could tell in the silence that he wanted to know more as he often did, but the good thing about your partner was that he knew when you didn’t feel like chatting. He could take a hint, and that’s what made him so great. You probably shouldn’t have slept with him last year, but what’s done is done, and you really did care for him.

Actually, Devin was sort of the closest person to you since Eggsy… even reminded you of him sometimes.

Now that you thought about it maybe THAT was why you couldn’t stop thinking about it— about him. Was it because every time you looked at Devin you couldn’t help but see Eggsy?

And now you’re wondering if your life always be this way. Would you always be doomed to search for someone you knew would never be there?

Those were questions you were no where near ready to answer, and thankfully before you  could you were walking up the stairs of a tailor shop on Savile Row.

Kingsman Tailors to be exact. It may serve the duties of a traditional tailor on the outside, but underneath it was so much more.

You were met head on at the door by a tall thin man you came to learn was Merlin. He had a friendly smile with soft yet stern eyes, and you could tell he’d been through a lot. The robotic legs were only part of the giveaway of course.

Merlin shook your hand hearty and affectionate, placing his clipboard between his ribs and arm to cup your hand fully in his. It was a gesture that made you feel welcomed instantly, and as you follow him up the set of stairs in the back of the shop, you couldn’t help but smile.

Why were you ever worried about this? Everything was a going to be great here. Everything was going to—

“Y/n?”

Your eyes darted forward towards the silky smooth voice calling you by name. When you saw who was on the other side of it your jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

It was Eggsy fucking Unwin.

The amount of questions you had was astronomical and you for at least 30 seconds you wondered if you were actually hallucinating. But as he stood eagerly, nearly running to you, you couldn’t deny its truth anymore.

“Holy shit, Y/n…”

When Eggsy reached you he hugged you tighter than you’d ever been held. He pulled you close, pressing his face into to your neck; burying his nose in your hair… And you were just as bad to be fair.

One hand to the back of his head, pressing him closer, and closer; the other spread between his shoulder blades with eyes held tightly together and mouth pressed to his shoulder… It was the most safe and at home you’d felt in years.

However the air around you two grew almost uncomfortably quiet as you stood enraptured with each other. If not for Merlin’s awkward clearing of throat you’d probably still be in his arms too.

When you separated Eggsy still hovered closely to you, so close you could feel his warmth still seeping off like the sweet smell of his cologne. But still you couldn’t help but doubt that he was here. That he was a fucking Kingsman same as you… what were the chances?

“Uh—Sorry…” Eggsy cleared his throat, placing his hand to the small of your back, his brows light and his voice affectionate when he continued “Y/n here an I go back quite a bit, don’we, luv?”

You smiled as he rubbed small circles over your back, getting lost in it all for longer than you should. But goddamn did he look good… Eggsy had always been an attractive person, and not just due to that gorgeous jawline or those sparkling eyes.

No, Eggsy was attractive because of his personality. Because he was kind, caring and seemed to really understand you like no one else did. That perfect face of his was just an added bonus.

As you look into those azure eyes you felt a familiar prickle making its way like syrup covering your limbs, and you liked it more than you should. You could have however done with out the look glued in Devin’s eyes.

The look he was still wearing like a mask he’d perfected burned into Eggsy hot like fire. You’d seen that look before, and it may have done you two well on missions, but it would not fly here.

Not with Eggsy.

“We sure do.” you added with a pure smile ear to ear, tossing your eyes passively to the ones still into Eggsy. When you continued you pulled Eggsy closer at the waist unable to hide your glee. “Been long enough though you shit. You got a lot of explaining to do.”

“We got plenty a time now, don’we?”

“Excellent.” Merlin nodded his approval, pulling both your eyes forward. If he’d noticed the way Eggsy shined since you walked in, he had done a far better job than Devin at hiding it. “I think other introductions are in order however for those of us not so intimately acquainted.” he added with a pointed smile.

Maybe he had noticed after all…

Merlin turned towards Devin offering a much more innocent smile, addressing him by his codename. “You must be Taric. It’s a pleasure to have you,” he paused to nod in your direction before continuing. “and Tristan with us.”

Devin smiled as he shook Merlins hand, and your new tech expert may not have known that smile… but you sure did.

“And this is one of our top agents, Eggsy; codename Galahad. You will have the opportunity to meet with our other operatives shortly. In the meantime Eggsy can show you two around our facilities. We will all be working closely together these next few months, let’s try to make the best of it.” he added rather obviously as he turn and leave the room, and if anyone else had said it you’d of laughed. But somehow it only seemed to make him appear oblivious, and you couldn’t help but smile as you wonder which it was.

“I cannot wait.” Devin slid his gaze to Eggsy’s, that mask set in stone. The one Eggsy returned was more polite than Devin’s had been, but you could tell it was all just an act. It may have been several years, but some things never changed.

“Eggy was it?” Devin followed up with a smile.

And suddenly you felt like the monkey in the middle. Like you were a rope being pulled back and forth between two teams not willing to give any slack… and you felt so fucking stuck.

“No. Eggsy.” he said back calm as ever. That cheeky smile you missed beyond all reason spread just like it had the day he got suspended for punching another student for picking on your shoes in 5th grace…

Okay, so that guy totally deserved it but that was besides the point. The point was you knew what that look meant. The point was you weren’t sure yet if Devin deserved it even though he was dangerously close to getting yours.

“But you can jus call me Galahad… or boss if you prefer it.” Eggsy followed up with a wink. His hand was still pressed firmly to your back as the other slid dexterously into his pocket.

The air was so thick you could probably cut it with a fucking butter knife, and before you knew what you were doing you had almost laughed out loud doing the slicing yourself.

Instead you pulled your hands to your chest, feigning excitement as best you could as you forced a smile. “I think Merlin said something about a tour?”

Yeah. A tour…  because being alone with these two was really what you needed right now.

#Eggsy Imagine #Eggsy x reader #eggsy unwin x reader #kingsman #kingsman imagine #fic #ask #answered #prompt #fawkes talks #eggsystential crisis #I hope you like!!! #<3

[taegilibrary]

Well, you asked for spam and I'm available. I apologize in advance to all the messages you'll be receiving from me 😅 Taegi keeping their relationship a secret not just from the media, but the members too, but then it blows up in their face and suddenly everyone and their dog knows.

don’t apologize!! i love seeing u in my inbox

neither of them can really pinpoint the moment they became each other’s. in the society of hypocrisy and phobias, its hard to be open about who you truly are in the public eye. especially if you’re an idol being watched twenty four hours of the damn day. it really all started about the end of 2015 for them.

their gazes became longer, their skinship became more intimate, and their love became stronger. they managed to keep their relationship as casual as possible in front of others and it was really hard in the beginning. to not just kiss the other whenever they felt the urge to. their maknae line was very touchy as it was, so when taehyung would backhug yoongi, he would try not to act on it. it was the hardest thing to do when the cutest boy ever was hugging your backside and you weren’t allowed to lean into the touch.

as their first year passed they had successfully managed to hide their relationship from not only the press and their family, but their members as well. there was some suspicion in the beginning as to why taehyung would somehow end up sleeping in yoongi’s bed, but then it was dropped as yoongi countered with the time jhope was ‘scared’ and ended up in everyone’s rooms for two weeks straight. taehyung eventually complained about namjoons snoring, saying he can’t sleep at all and seokjin offered to switch rooms. it was a win for them, taehyung honestly didn’t mind the snoring but he needed the touch of his boyfriend.

but everything was about to change severely in their present day. yoongi had woken up first before anyone without an alarm. taehyung’s arms was wrapped tightly around his small torso and his breathing was heavy on his neck. he tried slowly moving to the right side of the bed, without waking up his boyfriend. he raised up and slid over but arms pulled him back swiftly.

yoongi let out a “umph” as taehyung rolled yoongi over so he laid on top of him. yoongi held himself up with his palms on his bare chest and taehyung opened his left eye, then closed it, then opened his right eye, then repeated the same actions three times.

yoongi rolled his eyes playfully and pecked his nose at the point. hands flew to his waist to help balance him.

“hey!” taehyung said, both eyes open now as his kiss wasn’t directed to where it was wanted most.

“good morning sweetheart.” yoongi playfully said back.

“another one.” taehyung pouted and yoongi really couldn’t say no to that. yoongi leaned down to peck his cheek this time but hands squished his face, making him kiss taehyung’s lips this time.

“ugh tae. we haven’t brushed our teeth.” yoongi groaned in annoyance.

taehyung sat up as yoongi wrapped his legs around his waist and carried them to their bathroom down the hall. one arm was supporting yoongi’s ass and all yoongi’s limbs were holding onto taehyung. he turned on the light and shut the door behind them. they always had to shut and lock doors. he sat yoongi on the counter beside the sink, long sleeve t shirt that ended at the tops of his thighs and lavender colored boxers that fit a little too small but it didn’t matter because taehyung liked them. taehyung never hardly wore any clothes when he slept, calvin klein boxers was it last night. they brushed their teeth together and took a quick shower, they’ve pretty much mastered their routine together on how to not been seen. (or so they thought)

yoongi fixes them both a bowl of cereal,both of their favorites(cocoa puffs btw) and they sit at the table to eat, they can hear water running so everyone must be waking up by now. for the next four days they actually have no schedules at all, so taehyung had already announced that he was going back home for a bit as well as yoongi. perks of living in the same city is that no one questioned it, it was normal.

not a perfect getaway but it’s not too risky, yoongi thinks. their flight leaves at 1 so they’ll get there around 2, they quickly eat their food and rinse out their bowls. yoongi places them in the dishwasher as taehyung grabs their luggage to place it by the door.

“what should i wear?” taehyung asks as they stand in front of their own closets.

“whatever you want to wear.” yoongi shrugs, picking out a black top from saint laurent. he takes the shirt off his body to replace it with the new one and along with some ripped jeans. taehyung is throwing daggers at him with his eyes from the comment, yoongi forgets that taehyung has become quite the fashionista lately.

“it’s not gonna matter much really, they won’t be on you for very long anyways.” yoongi says smugly and taehyung shrieks from the innuendo.

“you pervert!” taehyung says, finally deciding on just a dark blue t shirt and black jeans.

they leave for the airport as all of their members throw hand kisses towards them and taehyung is throwing back six as well. yoongi rolls his eyes fondly as taehyung nudges his shoulder, he throws one back and yells a bye to the rest of them. thank you seokjin for making it their “farewell” to all now.

the flight isn’t long at all and thankfully the press isn’t in their face as well as cameras from fans.

“hey at least we haven’t had someone take our picture yet.” taehyung says as they reach yoongi’s house. yoongi tells him to shut up, he’s the biggest jinx he’s ever known but taehyung kisses his hand and that makes them both shut up.

yoongi unlocks the door with his key, his parents are currently working and his older brother no longer lives with his family. they take their luggage back to yoongi’s room and yoongi flops onto the grey comforter.

“get up! we’re going out to eat!” taehyung says hitting him with a pillow.

“in a minute.” yoongi mumbles. it goes a minute without any words being said.

“min yoongi, i know you are NOT closing your eyes right now.” taehyung sternly says and hears a snore escape from his lips.

“yoongi. yoongi hyung. asshole. wake up!” yoongi jolts up out of bed to see an annoyed taehyung at the door with his arms crossed

“you’ve been sleeping for an hour now and your mom is home.” taehyung says.

“why didn’t you wake me up?” yoongi’s asks, sitting up to stretch.

taehyung turns around walking out of the room replying with, “i like holly better anyways.”

“wow.”

after yoongi’s dad came home from work as well, they met up with his older brother and they all went out to eat. no one in either of their families knew they had been dating for years, they just assumed they were really close friends. they thought it was odd at first, not expecting the two to be so closely together everywhere but it was a sight to see.

taehyung showed yoongi’s dad pictures of yoongi sleeping, comparing it to the pictures his mom had of his dad. saying they sleep exactly the same and they all laughed about it. no one questioned why yoongi was sleeping beside taehyung either in the pictures.

his parents parted ways to go home as yoongi, taehyung, and his older brother stayed out later. they walked down the streets and just talked.

“you all had a big success lately. i’m not sure i’m cool enough to hang around you guys anymore.” his brother teased the two.

“yah, knock it off. we’re here for a good time.” yoongi said smacking his arm.

taehyung laughed and threw an arm around yoongi’s shoulder. he ignored the look from yoongi’s brother as yoongi leaned into the touch and even put an arm around his lower back, he couldn’t pull away from it. that would be too obvious, way too obvious. he definitely knows something is going on between them.

if he didn’t know, he didn’t say a word about it the rest of the night. they called a cab back to their house as they said their goodbyes. later that night they locked the bedroom door and if someone asked, it was just an old habit. it wasn’t because yoongi was wrapped in taehyung’s arms once again, not that the two were completely bare on their upper halves. definitely wasn’t because taehyung was kissing yoongi’s neck and he was whining into the palm of his hand.

when they woke up the next morning it was because of holly scratching at the bottom of the door. yoongi let her in and she jumped up onto the bed into taehyung’s lap.

“aw holly! you’re such a good boy! yes mhm.” taehyung cooed, scratching his stomach.

they got ready and took showers separately this time for a change.

“don’t you boys look cute today.” yoongi’s mom smiled at them.

they look down at their attire and then at each other, both wearing a plain white t shirt with blue jean shorts and converse. “i’m changing.” yoongi said immediately with a hard look but taehyung grabbed his arm, preventing him from leaving.

“no! it’s fine hyung.” taehyung assured him, he gave yoongi a knowing glance and yoongi’s expression softened.

yoongi put holly’s leash on and they set off to a dog cafe near his house. yoongi hadn’t had coffee in two weeks and it was about to be the death of him. they entered the gate and closed it, taking the leash off and letting holly wander along with the other dogs around. they ordered their drinks and sat down outside, watching holly play with a dog three times his size.

“this is weird to say but i feel like holly is my son.” yoongi says, staring at the small dog.

“who knew you would be such a dog parent?” taehyung snorted as yoongi corrected him to add a “s” to make it plural.

“i’m so ready to see soonshim.” taehyung sighs, yoongi reaches over to comb out his messy hair.

“you’ll see your baby tomorrow.” yoongi reassures him.

the last two days were well spent together and they can both agree on that. they left yoongi’s house to go to taehyung’s later in the evening. they spent the entire day playing video games, watching movies, and playing with soonshim. the rain was off and on and it calmed the nerves and paranoia they still had.

the last day they spent with taehyung’s siblings as they went to Aspan Park, spending the entire day there enjoying the scenery. yoongi took his camera along and made them all pose in different areas throughout the park, and if they took cliche, cheesy couple pics it was a space completely isolated from everyone.

all was going so well during their well deserved break. neither of the two had checked any social media or been on their phones for that matter besides to answer phone calls or texts. so when taehyung checked naver, he felt all the blood drain from his face. he turned his phone away from yoongi as they sit on the plane, his headphones are in and eyes are closed anyways, but still.

“two bts members getting pretty comfortable during their small break in daegu” the headline read–the source was anonymous and taehyung’s thumb swiped up across the screen. twelve photos of them had been uploaded and seen by thousands of people by now within the last twenty minutes.

photo 1: yoongi unlocking the door into his home as taehyung stands behind him. photo 2: taehyung kissing yoongi’s hand. photo 3: taehyung and yoongi eating with family. photo 4: taehyung, yoongi, and yoongi’s brother walking. photo 5: taehyung laughing as he has an arm around yoongi. photo 6: yoongi wrapping his arm around taehyung. photo 7: yoongi reaching for taehyung’s hand as they walk to their cab. photo 8: taehyung pressing yoongi to his front door and kissing him. photo 9: yoongi getting a handful of taehyung’s ass as he kisses him. photo 10: them walking holly to the cafe as taehyung’s eyes are transfixed at yoongi. photo 11: yoongi fixing taehyung’s hair as they sit down. photo 12: leaving yoongi’s home, going to taehyung’s this time.

taehyung thought he was going to be sick and dropped the phone onto his lap. they still had twenty minutes until they arrived home and the airport is going to be packed. people know they are together now, they know they kiss, they know they aren’t just friends. taehyung feels his phone being snatched from his hands and tries grabbing it but yoongi’s arm is too out of reach. he watches as his face goes into complete horror and taehyung keeps repeating the words “no,no,no.” over and over again.

“taehyung.” yoongi says whispering, afraid of his voice going any higher and of anyone hearing their conversations.

“yoongi i’m so sorry. i didn’t want this to happen.” taehyung says, already broke down into tears. yoongi wants to kiss them away but everything has already blown up. they should’ve been more fucking careful, yoongi knew they shouldn’t have touched each other out in public. it wasn’t even safe to kiss inside or right outside his home, people were always watching.

“i’m going to get a cab set up for us and we’re going straight to the dorms.” yoongi says in hushed whispers, both their phone are vibrating like crazy but they can’t lift their fingers to look. the feeling in their bodies have turned to jello and mush.

taehyung nods as yoongi continues, wiping his own eyes with the back of his hand. “i want you to grab the masks and hats we have in the bag along with the sunglasses. put on your flannel too, i don’t want anyone touching you or hurting you.”

when they get to the airport, camera flashes are all that can be seen. yoongi and taehyung have their faces completely covered, hat pulled down low, sunglasses covering their puffy eyes and and masks covering their lower face. yoongi pulls taehyung through the crowd, holding onto his wrist as they both run for their cab. when they arrive home no one is there and they’re thankful for that. yoongi comforts taehyung as he throws up into the toilet, rubbing back. he’s always had bad nerves and the most paranoia between them, yoongi’s strong front is being put up to comfort his boy. he knows he’s going to break soon.

“this can’t be happening.” taehyung sobs, he’s a complete utter mess and yoongi wets a wash cloth to wipe his face off with. their entire relationship is plastered all over social media, for the whole fucking world to see. two members in one group, gay and dating each other. how is their success going to rise anymore now?

taehyung makes grabby hands to yoongi as they lay in bed, wrapped up into each other and hear the front door being opened and footsteps coming their way. yoongi closes his eyes and tightens his hold on taehyung, protecting him from what’s about to come. wishing it was all just a dream, a really bad vivid dream he wakes up from.

#secret relationship #taegi #taehyung #kim taehyung #min yoongi #yoongi #v #suga #vsuga #bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #bts au #relationship being exploited

[v3-killing-harmony-imagines]

‘OK but hear me out: ndrv3 cast with a s/o that keeps kicking their ass at uno’

As a person who has only played a single game of uno, this feeling is unknown to me.

long post btw heh

Saihara Shuichi:

He was always the person in elementary that won at strategy games 

Chess, scrabble, Sudoku he was good at all of them 

But he had never played Uno

So when you ask him one rainy day to play, he’s interested to try it!

He was ok with loosing the first few times, he’s new at it after all!

But then the matches pile up

and up

and then months go bye

He spends all night looking up ‘Good uno strategies’ 

which you totally didn’t find out by looking at his search history 

murder mystery porn sites 

He tries to hard 

So when you beat him for the 103d time in a row he puts his face in his hands and just-

 A A A A A A A  A A A A AA A  A A A A A A  A A A A A

He’s crying now

cryhara

You give him lots of kisses and cuddles afterwards, to help him recover

He never gets fully over it 

Kaede Akamatsu:

She might be good with her fingers but when it comes to card games she’s clueless 

She’s always up to trying new things though! 

You have to teach her the basics of course, it takes her a while to figure it out 

You let her win a couple of times, just to be nice 

She always feels to proud and flaunts her winnings each time 

bitch this isn’t even my final form

eventually she’s become a good enough player that you can start going hard on her 

;) slurp 

When you beat her she’s in bit of shock, she asks you for a best 2-3 match and another one begins

then you win that one 

“Best 3-6″

Win 

“Best 6-12′

Win

the process repeats until she (sadly) admits defeat 

She’s definitely a bit disappointed, and mad that you were going easy on her 

She’s pouting the rest of the day 

you have to give her smol pecks to cheer her up 

Amami Rantaro:

He’s actually pretty skilled in Uno! His sisters begged him to play it all the time with him 

He jokes about going easy on you as you shuffle the cards 

Hah 

“We’ll see who goes easy, big boy,”

oh ho~

He smirks, laughing all the same 

He’s pretty calm at first, lazily slapping cards down, loose posture 

But then he’s narrowing his eyes, straightening his back and licking his lips 

And then it all goes to hell after that 

He places the skip card, following up with a plus 4 card 

Then you switch the color to red, he hisses and takes more cards from the deck, cursing when he still doesn’t have a red card 

The game continues on and on

You’re panting from yelling ‘UNO!’ repeatedly 

When you finally win he laughs, shakes his head and throws his cards into the pile 

He stretches his body, shaking out his arms and legs before re-shuffling the cards 

because there is no way in hell he’s going to accept failure 

Maki Harukawa:

She doesn’t really care for those types of things, reminds her of kids 

She’ll definitely accept it over doll house though 

Finally after some nagging and pleading from you she finally gives in 

But just one game 

She sits patiently on the couch, you set up the deck and split the cards

Her cool hand brushes yours as you pass her the cards, you inhale sharply 

She raises her eyebrow, before shrugging her shoulders before asking you to get started 

You quickly explain the rules, she’s looking at the various cards in curiosity 

Then the match begins, and she’s actually pretty good!

She’s made you gain a couple of cards, and manages to say ‘uno’ at the right moments 

You’re at the point where you’re loosing and you’re thinking about turning it around but…

She’s happy 

And smiling (faintly) 

….so you let her win 

She thanks you for the game, handing you her cards back 

She goes silent, looking at the floor 

“….Shall we play another one?”

You smile and re-shuffle the cards 

Ouma Kokichi:

He brags that he’s the best uno player in the world 

In fact he even won the uno world championship in 20-

You drag him down by the scarf

“Prove it then, Ko-Ki-chi~”

OHOHOHOHOHO

He smirks, and tells you whenever your ready 

You set up the cards, almost 100% certain that he’s lying and has no clue how to play 

You ask him if he’s alright to play and he nods 

sure 

You laugh and ask him to make the first move

….

He’s put a 9 on a 6 

69 get it heh

but it’s not even the same color

You tell Ouma that he can’t do it 

he disagrees, saying that 9 is higher than six 

..no, that isn’t how it works Ouma 

 It takes an hour before he knows how to properly play 

And you’re so done with his jokes and puns that you just d r  a g him 

He’s left with over 15 cards when you put your final one down 

He cries and calls you a cheater 

You growl, and tell him that he didn’t even know the fucking rules 

He calls that a lie as well 

you can’t win here, you sigh and get up to leave 

“Wait.” His hand is on your wrist 

“Sorry…I….”

He buries his head in your arm, him still sitting on the chair while you’re standing 

“I just wanted you to think I was cool…..”

He doesn’t show his face

You sigh, give a little kiss on his head and tease him that he’s such a sore looser 

He smiles, wrapping his arms around you playfully 

“Yeah but I’m your sore loser.”

Iruma Miu:

You pratically have to drag her out of her lab to get her to play

She doesn’t want to in the first place, she thinks games are for babies

You have to threaten her tell Ouma about her kinks before she agrees 

She whines and tells you to hurry it up, she’s got only 1 hour 

You roll your eyes and hand her the cards 

You two play, she plays her best but still looses 

She groans, and calls the game stupid 

She plays a few more matches with you, she looses each time 

She screams into the couch cushions, hands in her hair 

She curses, calling the game a few un- sophisticated names before storming off to her work station, slamming the door 

 You shake your head, cleaning up the cards 

The pack seems to be smaller….

You wait a couple of hours before you knock on her door, slowly opening the door 

She’s been…experimenting 

Or no

Playing with an robot no not kiibo 

It’s one of her own inventions 

She’s passed out on the counter, cards spread around the table 

You bring her a blanket, drape it over her shoulders before shutting the door gently 

Kiibo/ K1-b0:

He’s excited when you ask him to play a game of Uno with him!

He hasn’t ever played before so he’s super excited!

He watches with big eyes as you explain the rules and set up the game 

You go easy on him at first, until he gets the feel for the game 

He’s gets the hang of the game pretty quickly, being a robot and all 

So you eventually have to go all out on him 

And when you win he’s frustrated, it makes you feel awful 

He tells you he had fun though! He tried his best and you beat him fair and square 

The rounds after that, he’s trying his hardest to beat you, but he keeps loosing…

poor Kiibo 

He asks you to teach him your ways, you’re more than happy to help him !

He gets pretty good, but he never gets as good as you 

Toujo Kiruimi:

It was one of her rare days off, so the two of you decided to spend it relaxing 

When you suggest Uno she’s fine with it, she’s played it once or twice so you’ll have to refresh her memory about it 

Everything clicks for her in the first 2 minutes of playing, she’s totally got the hang of it 

But even if she’s good at it, she suddenly realizes how overpowering you’re being…

You end up dominating the game, it’s over within 10 minutes 

You certainly surprised her!

She isn’t the best at card games but she’s pretty good half of the time

You two play a couple more rounds (you win each time) before she suggests you two make lunch, it’s almost 12

Afterwards she teaches you how to play other games you may or may not know how to play and/ or won’t dominate her in 

Momota Kaito:

He doesn’t know jack shit about card games, he thinks Uno is the name of the cow in that song….

It’s bingo, not uno Kaito 

Plus it was a dog named bingo 

It takes him ages to learn the rules, when he finally does he’s slapping down cards with no strategy 

Sigh

The round doesn’t even take 5 minutes, and he’s lost 

He groans, sinking into the couch and muttering about how hard the game is

He tries to play another round, key work being tries 

You end up beating the pulp out of him, you two are halfway through the round before he up and walks out of the room in a stressed fit 

You follow him up the stairs, he’s laying on the bed with his hands at his hair 

He’s muttering something about a “Mother fucking Bingo”

You have to do whatever he wants after that.

He apparently lost 10 brain cells due to the game 

like there was any to begin with 

Shirogane Tsumigi:

You know those anime card games 

Like Yu-Gi-Oh! 

Well

She knows EVERYTHING ABOUT THOSE GAMES 

But she hasn’t played Uno at all

Oh boy

In any case, you ask her if she wants to play, and she comes back with-

The card holder for Yu-Gi-Oh ?

Well-

Yeah she’s got that 

I mean it is pretty effective for holding the cards 

But each time she plays a card she does one of those,,,,’Patterns’ the fighters use?

“I summon red card number nine!” She cries before slamming down the card on yellow nine 

The cards go everywhere 

,mhmhm

It takes forever to even get going, she always choses her cards ad if it’s life or death 

You beat her though, she says something about ‘Being defeated this round but she’ll be back with stronger yu-gi-oh that even Seto can’t beat!” before running off 

Sigh

Korekiyo Shinguiji:

He’s never heard of it 

Like 

Ever

You gasp, How does he not know about the greatest game in the world 

“Actually I believe the most popular game is-”

Shut up kuku You’re trying to make a joke 

He agrees to try out this ‘Uno’ 

You happily set up the game, telling him the rules and how to play in the process 

You two can’t start for at least a half hour because he’s asking questions like “Where did this game originate from?” “Who created it?” “What symbolic meaning does this mean in the state of a world apocalypse?”

Yes even the last one 

He’s pretty good at the game 

However, you still beat him

He’s left with a dear in headlights look

He’s in denial?

How did he lose?

Korekiyo Shinguiji does not loose?

He becomes like Jaden Smith reading facts about the universe lol

He stays like that for the rest of the day

You find him curled up in the kitchen sink, wide eyed

You ask him if he’s ok?

“Our existence is all an illusion.”

….You decide to let him stay in the sink…

Chabashira Tenko :

She’s really not too experienced with games of strategy 

but her akido-

that’s different 

The most she’s played has been checkers one time as a kid 

She’s not that good at picking up the rules, she keeps creating her own and she can’t wrap her head around the switch cards or the plus for cards either…

She’s like an old lady

You wipe the floor with her naturally, even when you tried to go as easy as possible 

She says it’s fine! She didn’t really enjoy the game, she didn’t understand

She doesn’t get the whole point of playing ‘games’

You play a game for what?

To kill time? To have fun? 

But playing doesn’t do anything for you, it doesn’t help you if you’re hungry

‘It’s just another tacit that men use to trick women to believing that they can sit by their entire life without having to do any work-’

Well that’s the end of that 

Gonta Gokuhara:

Oh a game!

Gonta loves games ! : D

He’s excited to learn new things, especially from you!

But then it starts go downhil from there

He thinks Uno is a cow at first

He keeps all the green cards to himself because he likes them

He doesn’t yell uno at all, He says he wouldn’t be a gentlemen if he didn’t !

Sighhhh

He ends up cheering fro you when you win 

Each.Time 

It’s come to a point where you think he’s throwing it for fun

Just so he can clap and cheer when you win 

Even if you try and loose you can’t 

Eventually you two stop, he tells you that you and him should play again sometime 

y a y

//sweats 

Himiko Yumeno:

She doesn’t wannnnna~

She’s too tired and she finds it boring 

You tell her it’s like working with her own cards, and she’s a bit intrigued 

After some deals (You promise to let her sleep as late as she wants for a week) she finally agrees 

She’s an ok player, she can at least get the basic rules of it and play properly 

When you beat her under 5 minutes she’s not even surprised

She just yawns, and says she’s glad that it’s all over 

You maker play another round, she mutters something about how she’s going to pass out from using too much mp before slapping down a blue card 

When you win again she flops down r i ght where she is and mutters something about ‘recharging’ before she’s out cold 

Unknown to her, you slide beside her, cards and all

She wakes up and you hear her swear for the first time 

heh

Ryoma Hoshi:

You want him to play Uno?

He’ll do anything you want to do,especially to make you happy, so he agrees immediately 

He knows how to play cards, blackjack or poker from…..experience….

But he doesn’t know how to play something lighter as….this 

So you teach him, he picks up on it with little to no hiccups 

When you beat him the first time he’s not surprised, he’s only started playing it today….

He does feel sad on some level that he can’t be as good as you might want him to be at it…..

He’s still trying to be happy for you though! He congratulates you when you win each time

After while though it get’s….tough

He just keeps loosing 

Surely no one looses as much as him…

“Hey.” 

Huh

You grasp his hand slightly 

“It’s really alright, Ryoma. I always beat everyone at this game! You shouldn’t feel bad about yourself fro not beating me at it…”

He feels the heat slowly rising to his face, pushing you away telling you that he’s fine 

You smile, he feels his heart warm 

You play another round 

Angie Yonga:

She’s so excited! Her precious s/o wants to play a game with her!

She’s going on about how on her island she used to play card games a lot!

She doesn’t need to hear the rules, she’ll figure it out as she goes!

She does a pretty good job at it too!

She’s enthusiastic as she’s playing her cards, slapping them down with a vigorous ‘TWACK’

When she ends up loosing she’s saddened

“Awwwww, Angie lost!”

You two play until the two of you both get bored 

Angie is rubbing up against you, almost like a cat, 

She wants to suggest what you two do now!

totally not gonna paint a picture 

She had fun though! She would definitely play again with you

#god i love ouma too much #send help #im sorry theres no consistency between characters #bleah #also im semi sick and sleep deprived but what else is new #kuku is my new name for korekyio no one can stop me #i jsut kept adding tags as i wrote hehehhehe #levia hoshi's is at the bottom rest in pieces #im so tired this took like 8 hours #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #rantaro amami #korekiyo shingujii #maki harukawa #ouma kokichi #kiibo #k1-bo #k1-b0 #k1b0 #kaito momota #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi #miu iruma #tsumigi shirogane #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #toujou kirumi #angie yonaga #mod saihara #ndrv3 imagines

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Your Ass Arms

Oh . A penis on fire should i get laid? Probly naht, no one appriciates my Oh . A penis on fire should i get laid? Probly naht, no one appriciates my oddly shaped ass. Lady: hey sir, why are you saying all these obscene things? Me:cuz you can go fuck a bag. Lady: you fat fucking cunt, bitch say it again , im finna come up on u like a jizz volcano ...yoinks. Me: (walks away) then this bitch comes up to me and rips my pants off and sets my dick to fire, i watched it burn, it was painfull, yet , kinda nice, I politely asked her why the hell she did this. She replied with: bitch fuck ur fruitloops ill shit in your damn cheerios, bitch i wish the fuck you would act all nice, wit u and yo skinneh ass arms.

Day2: so its fucking rush hour or some shit, and everybody tramples over that cunt bitch from yesterday, one persons foot got stuck six inches down her vagina, she moaned in pain, i laughed and said "a bitch aint so tough now hah!." So like it started raining, and ppl began to stumble on eachother, in oddly sexual positions, it was, ofcourse, a nude party , so natrually everyones boners would get in everyones asses, one guys dick fell so hard in the bitches mouth, that her throat gave in and blood began spewing out her throat., she was still a-fucking-live how in the acctual fuck does this bitch get to live? So i came up to her and asked her why she was still alive. To which she replies with a long drawn out biiiiiiitchhhh as all the blood, and cum from all the blowjobs she gave seeped from her mouth, i started maniacally laughing, as she took her very last gasp of air

The lady began to pull a large ass pubic hair from her teeth, with all the gross dick goop, and some old cum from when the guy had previously jerked off. Ugh the hair was so smelly, i could smell it from the safe two feet of distance which was originally 4 feet, but my cock had half hardened the other two feet. But then the blood and cum stopped pouring out of her mouth, and she wet her pants, for her dick too was begining to harden, but HOT DAMN YOWZA, she had a dragon sized dick, I fell in love instantly and hopped on top of it, and began to straddle her. The connection i felt between me and her was stronger than the stream of blood and cum , pouring out of her throat, which was always loose from sucking too many dicks, so natrually that happened anyway. And right as I was going to climax, a steam roller came up and fucked that bitches shit up. It flattened her face flatter than her tits which were normally coverd in piss cum and occasionally blood, Because her dick was so huge bitches bled when they sat upon it. She used her last dying energy to jam her dick so far up my asshole, it went into my throat, i knew at this point i wouldnt survive, i watched as everything...faded...away...it was my end

4: So like it was a rainy day or some shit(oh and btw i didnt die) and that fucknozzle whos dick got stuck in that bitch ass's mouth hole, was in the hospital, I couldnt help but bring him flowers. Aphrodisiacs to be exact. That mother fucker came so so hard the instant he saw me, so did I. I turned him over so I could fuck him in the ass, but he kept trying to put his mouth all over my dick so i gave up and let him. His mouth was so powerfull, I came out every last fucking oz. of cum in my body, and since my body is , or was 99.9999% cum thats ...acctually not alot. Wowwzers. He swallowed it. He swallowed it real good hehe. And his dick all if the sudden fucking broke in half and exploded from trying to achive a boner. Yaaaass, it was so glorious the fountain of blood piss and cum, that spurted out of his dick. I knelt to the ground and let it get all over me, it was so nice and warm. The nurse came in. And when she saw the events her dick rose up and broke the ceiling , making it fall thus resulting in her death. Yeah she ded as fuuuuuuck. She will be remembered by the jizz pile she left behind...Or so said the dickmaster at her memorial dick service. 1600 big black cocks were erected in her honor...i acctually cried a bit. I went home to masturbate, I needed to shake off all the sadness somehow. And it sure did, the stream of cum falling down my hard shaft, made me happy. I dipped my finger on it to taste it, and HOLY FUCKING SHIT, it Fucking tasted fucking amazing as fuuuuck. I used the rest as a cheese substitute and bought it to my aunts house for a party. People gave me compliments and asked what i put in my maceronni, and when i told them their mood seemed to depress abit. Like holy damn, its jut fucking jiss bitches, nothing to be afraid of. And when i thought things couldnt get anyworse these little greedy bitch kids stole my rainbowscarf and my dildos. Those little assholes... Whatever i chose to let it go. Those were starting to develop permenant stains anyways.

5. One day after all the rain and fuck. I came upon this lady with some flyers. They read "dicks and genitles for sale 20$ or a kidney" My dick started to harden because of all the possible opprotunities that came to me. I was also kinda hungry. Somewhat for food, but mostly for a bigass deeuchk, YASSS. So I went to the adress on a flyer. I ended up at a sketchy motel where the same lady was sitting at a booth , while all the old genitles were begining to decompose. It was so fucking sexy, they were dripping flesh and cum everywhere and blood to. I browsed for a while until i came across the mosybeautiful think id ever seen. A super old vagina, that was as delicate at this point as soggy paper and it also had some potato salad looking stuff on the side, and a lot of the outer skin was there too. I picked it out , paid the lady my 20 bucks and went home. Before i straight up ate the seximous thing. Something occured to me. What iF i made a sandwhich with this? And sold it for 1,00,000$? HOLY SHIT I CAN FINALLY AFFORD A BIKE AT CERULEAN CITY. A small heartshaped tear of joy fell across my face. So I quickly ran to town to sell it. And i know what ur thinking , and yes I did fuck my dog And my cat before i left because if i didnt that would be bad manners . So anyways I ran to town, in the nude of course, with my big africanamericanimmagrentmiddleclasshomosexual dick flipped and flapped in the wind! When i got to a sexy enough place, bitches were all over the sandwhich. One person offered me 999,999 but they would finger my fuck hole for the extra dollar so i could cover for that. So anyways while the guy was fingering me the void in my asshole activated and sucked most of his arm in , all the way to his shoulder. At first it was strange adjusting to eachothers company but we then settled our differences. Later we would get married, adopt 9000000000000000000000000000000000000000 cats to fuck, and then 4 as pets. One time i diaread on his arm so hard it went down his throat, along with most of my jizz. And then one day i woke up sore as hell. My husband was on the floor, with half of his arm missing and blood splattered everywhere, I thought this was the sexiest thing in the whole damn universe, so I jumped on top of him and put his dick in my as, and I fisted him with the other half of his arm that i found in the dildo compartment.

Day. 6

(Sometime like 5 years in the future or some shit) so my husband had died from sucking a dick that was too long , and it was epic, it went all the way even went through his asshole. Oooh it was amazing, blood and cum was flying everywhere. Ugh it was so awesome i wet myself to the point there was a puddle 5 feet long. Then that bitch ass hoe cunt bitch from earlier, yes Her, burst in screaming "BITCH I AINT THROUGH WIT YOU YET I SERIOUSLY WILL SHIT IN YO CEREAL BITCH U BETTAH WATCH IT!!" How in the hell are you alive? To which she replies "ooh i just needed some jiss on my tits and some cum on my face and in my hair and mouth. Ohhh damn. Hey do you wanna make a sandwhich? Ok. So we both laid down intertwined our legs and rubbed our vaginas together. Ooh it was soo fucking hot. I came too early all over her cunt and it sprayed so hard that she started losing skin and blood. Ooh it went so far and powerfull that her body disentegrated and her physical being seised to exist. After these events a hot guy came in. I jumped him and began making out with him really hard. Before i knew it he had me against a wall. We began to rip eachothers clothes off violently. I grabbed his ass, then began inserting two fingers into his fuckhole , while he sucked my big africanamericanimmegranthomosexual dick all the way to my big white balls. He turned around and offered me his ass. So i ripped off the rest of his pants which were at his ankles, and threw them. His pants hit the grill and lit on fire. I almost looked back but he grabbed my face and said in a sexy voice "thats not important now" and shoved my dick in his ass. Ooh it was soo tight. I felt like i would cum instantly. My vagina clenched when i finally came. After that we said our goodbyes. The next day i journeyed to cerulean city, to pick up that damn bike. Latest edition automatic dildo bike."get fucked so fast youll have anal seepage for days" was their slogan. I went to the lady up front and purchased the bike. She seemed horrified when she saw my bank account. Then she pointed to a sign that read "richest person in kanto had 999,999$ but gave it away for an old crusty vagina sandwich!" Eh that kinda rang a bell. Nah im not familiar with that. So As I walk out, I find this dumb ass white bitch yelling at her slowbro telling it to fucking cut a tree down with dem blunt ass claws. It was a small as fucking tree, you can walk around the fucking tree dont be a bitch lady goddamn. So I had to walk around a fucked up path where i was attacked by purple dildos, flying dildos, and electrical anal beads. And after all that I went to a building with a large red roof. All that was inside was this pink haireded lady with some large ass fucking tits, and a little fat bitch by the name of chansey at her side. I went up to her and asked if she sold beer...No, This bitch grabs me, puts me onto a weird machine. It was like a rave on LSD. I heard a nice little tune after a bunch of beeps. Then before i can think.. Bitch rips me off the machine and throws me onto the ground. Then she kindly says "we hope to see u again" like bitch really, umm hell no. So I walked out and found an old ass power plant, with the same electrical anal beads from earlier hanging out around it. I yelled "NOPE!!" Fuck that"" and ran like shit crazy. I accidentally ran into a hot redhead in a bathing suit. The dildo on her bike was 12 inches long, mine was only 8... I expressed my jealousy to which she asked me to challenge her. I ran as far as i could, then a portal appeared. I went in to escape the deranged bitch that was chasing me, she only wanted me for my hot vagina. So the portal took me home. I checked to see if there was a cum stain on the right side of the sofa, and there was! I was finally home. So i ran outside stripped naked and fucked someones dog who they werent watching at the time. When i came though, the dog acctually exploded , and It blew my physical being out of existence ...

THE END.

So one say my boss bent me over his desk with my big tits swinging back amd forth, He ripped off my pencil skirt and screamed "ooooooh maureen, I want ur anis nooowww" as his tentacles went in my anus. It was so fucking hot. Then the door busted opened! A cunt bitch who claimed she was gonna beat mah ass as revenge against my father. She was tryina be a bad bitch, so I had to teach dat ho a lesson...by beatin her ass and stickin her head on a stake, and skull fucking it at the same time. Then an angel appeared, he told me my attempts were futile, that in the next edition of your ass arms, she would return!!! Her body began to reform, so I stuck my fist in her vagina to prevent resurgense, and it workedc the bitch died...for now

So I wake up one morning and the "cunt bitch" is standing above me , like bitch really? She got off on my face, then got off the bed to a boxx of dildos, we are roomates now. She began unbottoning her blouse, and her boobs fell so hard to the ground. I picked them up for her and asked where she wanted them put, she then grabbed them amd stuffed them up her vagina,oooooh it was so hot. I bent her over the table and began fingering her fuckhole, the oozey seepage coming out was soo amazing so I grabbed a glass, filled it up with the shit piss cup, and forced her to drink it. She looved it. Oooh. I began slipping my 1400000000 inch dick so far inside of her that i touched her soul, and she screamed so valiantly it was totes amazeballs

#fanfic #notreally #Iwrotethiswhen #nostalgia #your #your-ass-arms #yourassarms #art

[warmau]

could you write the got7 maknae line neighbour!au,,,,i love your writing btw

sure!find the other members (here) 

Youngjae:

specifically chose an apartment with enough space for a piano,,,,,,,which means his living room is just his piano and like a rug there isn’t any room for anything else,,,,,,

but that’s fine with him because he has his computer set up in the bedroom so he can play games and that’s all he really needs in his life youngjae is a simple man with simple hobbies

he also won’t admit it but he spent more money on coco’s bed than he did on his own (definitely waited for ikea’s end of year sale or something for that)

keeps everything pretty minimal in style, beige’s and whites. tries to keep his place tidy because he knows it would make his mother proud and he wants to leave as much open space for coco to play around

more dog toys in his apartment than there is furniture 

the neighbors all know him as ‘debussy boy’ because in the spring/summer when youngjae has his windows open the neighbors can hear him practicing clair de lune and it’s such a relaxing melody that someone will shout “encore!” just to hear youngjae play it again

he’s also just a really sweet, mannered guy so most of the neighbors don’t mind his music and some of the moms keep asking him to offer piano lessons so they can bring their kids over to be taught by him

and that’s exactly what he does because hey, rent is getting higher and making some extra money on the side is never a bad thing

but most of the time he can’t even bring himself to take the neighbors money,,,,,,,,,he ends up teaching on donations that the parents have to literally push onto him

and you’ve never been really interested in learning to play the piano,,,,,but you’ve lived across from youngjae for half a year now and every time you hear him play it’s like ,,,,,, it’s like stepping into a fairytale 

not to mention that when you see him, with that eye smile of his and that adorable innocent aura,,,,,,,like ok ok you might maybe have developed a little crush or whatever,,,,,,,,

so one day you as you’re taking the elevator up with him, talking about the weather, you suddenly go “i heard you teach piano lessons - can i possibly sign up for one?”

and youngjae seems a little surprised, mostly because his students are all children 

but even with his cheeks getting more red he tells you that sure, he’s free this sunday

and before you ring his doorbell on sunday afternoon you check your hair and straighten your shirt like one hundred million times but when you finally do, youngjae opens the door and apologizes in a stutter for the mess (there isn’t any mess tho lmao)

and you follow him to the pretty piano in the middle of his living room and you’re like “where’s your tv? o:” and youngjae is like “no ,,,, room,,,,,,,,,,, i watch whatever i can on my laptop!” and you’re like “you must really love playing the piano, it’s like this apartment is dedicated just to this instrument”

and you don’t even mean to make him embarrassed, but youngjae has to hide his face for a bit because he’s blushing and once you both sit down on the bench you confess you don’t have the first clue about what you’re doing

and youngjae finally seems less shy, smiling and putting his fingers on the keys and teaching you slowly what sound each one makes

and the time passes so fast as you two sit side by side and youngjae’s voice is so gentle and his laugh makes your heart beat a little faster

and then you try to play something on your own, but you’re clumsy and suddenly youngjae puts his hand over yours, guiding your fingers along the keys

and only when you’re done does he realizes that you’re basically holding hands and he’s like “aH IM,,,,,,,,SORr,,,,,,y,,,,,,,,”

and he moves his hand away but you’re like looking down trying not to hide the fact that you’re really happy ,,,,,,,, plus his skin had been so warm

two shy cute people that obviously think “they’re so cute” about each other but can’t even look into each others eyes 

and you thank youngjae for the lesson when coco starts weaving between your feet, nudging youngjae and asking him to take her on her walk

and youngjae is like “it’s no problem,,,,,if you want,,,,,,,,,you can come again,,,,,,,next week,,,,,,,,,”

and you’re like “i’d love to!” and then you look around in your pockets for the money you had brought but youngjae stops you and he’s like “i won’t,,,,,,,,,,,think of these as lessons more like,,,,,,,d,,,,,,,,da,,,,,,,”

and you’re like omg does he want to say dates?????

and youngjae can’t bring himself to do is he’s like “like d,,,,,,da,,,dat,,,,” and you giggle and say it for him and he’s like yES,,,,if that’s ok,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

and you’re like that’s more than ok and you’re like if you won’t take cash payment then can i kiss you on the cheek instead??

and youngjae would melt into a puddle if that was humanly possible but he nods and when you press your lips to his cheek you pull back fast and youngjae wants to say something

but coco’s barking cuts you two off,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

it’s cute though you both lie in the bed that night thinking about how you could go from being neighbors to being much more,,,,,,

BamBam

gets in trouble with the landlord because he throws parties every weekend 

but he always gets away with it because the neighbors are like “he’s a young boy, let him live!!!!” and also bambam has killer puppy dog eyes. they’d work on just about anyone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,minus like jinyoung

his apartment is a Mess. like im talking a real m e s s. his bedroom is just an assortment of clothing thrown into piles with shoes and accessories everywhere,,,,,,,half the time he ends up sleeping using an t-shirt as a pillow 

the only thing he keeps clean is a Buddhist shrine he keeps in his room as per request of his mom and if anyone even tries to go near it he’s like “i WILL chop your hand off” ,,,,,it’s really important to him

but yeah his living room is just,,,,like no one is sure what’s going on,,,he’s got like weird art on the walls and a neon sign he bought on impulse and like ,,,,, empty bottles from drinks and take-out cartons and underwear hanging off a lamp ???? glitter on the floor who even knows

his kitchen is even worse like when does he even do the dishes. does he even own dishes? nope bring your own dishes if you plan to not eat off like a frisbee when you come over

you know bambam at first because you hear about his parties, literally like you hear the party through your wall

and ten minutes later there’s a ring at your doorbell and some dude named jackson is inviting you over since there’s free drinks and food

and you’re like you know what ill go and that night you get introduced to bambam, who is apparently trying to attempt some kind of high speed dab balancing a bottle of water on his head and you’re like “why he’s doing that”

that jackson kid is like “oh, he’s doing it for instagram”

and as you continue being neighbors with bambam you find out he does a L OT for instagram

which is fine like,,,,,,,,,,,kids and their social media these days but before you know it you end up being asked by bambam himself for some help

and so you’re standing in his living room, holding up his phone and you’re like “are you sure this is a good idea?”

and bambam, who is attempting to do a handstand is like “anything for the internet is a good idea”

and you’re sighing like ok but if you come tumbling down im not going to catch you

and you start recording as he tries to lift both arms up at the same time to dab “upside down” which of course is a total failure like you predicted

and he goes falling legs, something sounds like it cracks and you’re like

“…………..bambam don’t move i think you might have broken your arm” and bambam whose just laying there motionless is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t move,,,,,,,,,,,it hurts,,,,,,,,”

and you don’t want to be an asshole and just leave him all alone once the ambulance comes so you tag along and the EMT is like “so what exactly happened?” and you’re like “he ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, fell while working out.”

and you’re not sure if he believes the lie you’ve just told but the EMT shrugs and is like “it looks like nothing is broken, your boyfriend just has a fracture.”

and you want to be like boyfriend??????? since when excUSE me 

but bambam makes a sound of pain and you’re like “ok ok don’t worry, you’re not dying”

and somehow you find yourself staying by his side in the emergency room and after the doctor has patched him all up you go out and get the two of you some coffees from the vending machine

and bambam is sitting up in the bed and you’re like “let me the first person to sign your bandage” and you scribble something like “don’t ever dab upside down again” and bambam laughs

but also,,,,,, he looks up at you and there’s something sincere in his eyes when he tells you that he’s really thankful for you staying with him and that you’re really a good neighbor

and you’re not sure what’s gotten into you, but bambam looks so handsome,,,,, maybe because you’ve never been so close to his face before but his features are so gorgeous

that you have to look away and conjure up a laugh to hide your embarrassment from locking eyes with him

but knowing bambam he’s sly and he’s caught on

and you feel his free hand wrap around your waist and pull you closer and you’re like “oh!??” and he’s like 

“you took care of me, so how about i pay for our dinner tonight?” and you’re like “bambam can you even get your wallet out with one hand?” and he’s like “i can try, for you.”

and you have the urge to like pinch him for being greasy all of a sudden but also like maybe this goofy guy who actually loves your attention a lot,,,,,,,,,,,,,is really cute and worth it to go to dinner with,,,,,,,,,

Yugyeom

if the neighbors cat gets stuck in the tree, everyone knows to call him: the living giant of the apartment building, Kim Yugyeom 

the neighborhood kids adore him because they always beg him for piggy back rides or to sit on his shoulders

and he always stops whatever he’s doing to play with them and just be an overall cute angelic human being that we as people do not deserve 

has that kind of personality that makes people give him stuff for free and when he thanks them they’re just like “oh wait there’s something else i need to give you wait here a second-”

anyone who meets him instantly wants to take care of him,,,,he’s soft

his apartment is really well organized which is surprising for his age,,,,, like his closet is color coded and he matches all the patterns with each other

and he cutely hangs his laundry out on the balcony like his mom taught him

and just like,,,,,,,he’s so sugary sweet and simple

buys fresh flowers for his living room whenever he can. that’s the kind of person he is

and you’ve been pretty good friends with him for a while. he even helped you paint your apartment where you had to get on a stool to reach the ceiling and he just,,,,,,,,well stood there

and you know yugyeom has a passion for dancing, he’s always telling you about what song he’s practicing and who he met up with from different dance crews

but one night as you’re going up to the roof to just sit and think,,,,something you do every now and then 

you’re surprised to hear the faint sound of music beyond the door and when you open it

you can hear a song on full blast, and the sound of someones sneakers against the floor and you’re surprised to see the tall, lean, but familiar figure of yugyeom

and although you usually see him wearing some kind of long coat, turtlenecks and shirts from popular brands

you see that all he has on is a pair of old sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, sweat visible around the neck.

his movements though,,,,,,they’re far more smooth than you could have ever imagined. you can tell he practices a lot, he’s so good that you can barely see any mistakes

and yugyeom doesn’t notice you until the song ends and you (embarrassingly) unconsciously clap

and it startles him to the point that he lets out a small yelp, but with the faint light from the streets below he makes out your face and smiles

and he’s like “why are you up here?” and you’re like “no reason, i didn’t know you used the roof to practice?”

and you can see him get sheepish, scratching the back of his neck and he’s like “my room doesn’t have enough space, plus i don’t want to be loud with my music. it’s so nice and free up here.”

and you nod looking at him with a still mesmerized expression and yugyeom laughs a bit and he’s like “don’t gape like that, im nothing special” and you’re like no what?? you’re so amazing???/ i never knew you were THIS talented

and he laughs again, but he’s really happy to hear you say that and you go over and pass him a napkin from your pocket and you’re like “your sweat!!” and he gets blushy again but thankfully you can’t see it 

but you’re also like “ill go, i don’t want to disturb you”

but yugyeom grabs your wrist before you turn and he’s like “if you want,,,,,,,,you can watch me some more,,,,,,,i don’t know if it’ll be entertaining though-”

but you’re already saying you’ll stay, sitting down comfortably by the portable speakers and yugyeom is like “pick a song!” 

and you shuffle through his music, settling on a chris brown song that makes yugyeoms eyes light up

and it’s really adorable,,,,,,the way he’s so passionate while dancing and then so cute when he’s just talking to you,,,,,,

very how should i put this,,,,,,,BOYFRIEND material  

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Intro to me

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for deciding to look at my blog! I hope you stay a while and maybe even suggest a book for me to review. Personally, I've always loved to read, ever since I was around six years old. Instead of wanting a new pretty dress, I would want a new book instead. Understandably my parents thought that this was amazing, they thought that I would be smart and successful,which for my sake more than theirs, I hope is true. I've just decided to do a random, 100 questions about me tag so you know a bit more about me as a writer :-) 1.) What's your favorite season? Oh wow, that's an easy one, it's Autumn. 2.) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find a line. "I wanted red and orange leaves in the fall. I wanted change." 3.) Who was the last person you texted? My mom, she asked me about where my brother went on vacation with his friend. 4.) Before you started this survey, what were you doing? Eating a few mini strawberry muffins for breakfast. 5.) What's was the last thing you watched on TV? Sons on Anarchy. 6.) Without looking, guess what time it is now. 9:50a.m. 7.) Now look at the clock. What is the actual time? 9.56a.m. 8.) With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Bella (my dog) walking around downstairs and my ceiling fan. 9.) Do you tan or burn? Luckily my mom blessed me with Hispanic blood so I ran fairly easily :-). 10.) Do you like fish? I liked crab legs before I became a vegetarian, but other than that, I never liked any kind of fish. 11.) MAC or PC? MAC, I have a MAC book pro for school and it's lovely :-). 12.) Do you remember all of your dreams? I hardly ever remember my dreams at all, but the ones I do remember are the weird ones or the sad ones. 13.) When did you laugh last? The last time I laughed was around 12:30 this morning with my friend. She was talking about her upcoming birthday and how awesome it was going to be. 14.) Do you remember why/what at? She was talking about her upcoming birthday and how awesome it was going to be. 15.) Have you ever been to Canada? No, but I would really like to go sometime! 16.) Shoes, socks or bare feet? Oh bare feet all the way! I love shoes (hate socks) but sometimes I just don't feel like putting on shoes, you know? 17.) Do you wear perfume? Yes yes yes. 18.) What is the last film you saw? The Secret Life of Pets. I watched it with my dads ex girlfriends daughter. She is seven. 19.) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? London, England or somewhere where it is warm and sunny all year around. 20.) If you became a multi-millionaire over night, what would you buy? BOOKS!! (And maybe makeup :-)) 21.) Where would you live if you could go anywhere? Hell. (Being a smartass because I've already answered that question.) 22.) What's your favorite band? One Direction. (Not 10 btw.) 23.) Have you ever had to have surgery? No I have not. 24.) Do you enjoy school? Yes and no, mostly yes because I just like to learn things, it makes me feel good about myself when I leave school knowing more than I did yesterday. No because of all of the petty drama I get dragged into and honestly, I think these standardized tests are bullshit. Everyone learns differently and at different paces, not everyone is super smart. 25.) What do you think of these questions so far? They are pretty normal questions, so they are all right. 26.) Are you a righty or a lefty? Lefty! I know it's strange to hear because hardly anyone is left handed anymore, but I'm a lefty :-) (the only one in my family.) 27.) Who made your last incoming call on your phone? My Aunt. I went to a concert the other night and she saw my Snapchat story thinking I was alone with no parent supervision, (again not 10) but my dad was in the parking lot so... 28.) What's the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Steam. 29.) Last time you swam in a pool? A couple days ago, but I had just gotten my tattoo so I couldn't submerge it in the water and had to put a bandage over it. 30.) Type of music you dislike most? Country. 31.) Are you listening to music right now? Yes. It's my friends music, (she's over at my house) but we have the same taste in music so I don't mind it. 32.) What's your favorite color? Red or Black or purple or army green, it changes everyday honestly. I just like colors haha. 33.) Is there anything you are disappointed about? Plenty of things. 34.) What is the last thing you bought? A book for school :-). 35.) Sun or rain? Sun if it's during the day, but if I'm getting ready to nap or go to bed at night, then rain. 36.) Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Both! 37.) What's your zodiac sign? Scorpio. 38.) What's your hair color? Naturally, Brown. I dye my hair red every so often because I hate my natural color. 39.) What quote do you like by? "Do not judge my character by the chapter you walked in on." 40.) What's your favorite zoo animal? I think zoos are cruel, no I'm just going to have to answer with, I love all animals. 41.) Do you have any pets? I do! I have two pure bred boxers named Brinx and Bella. Brinx is purely white with black spots on his skin and he's 10 years old. Bella is a beautiful chocolate brown with a black face and white paws (they look like socks!) and she is five years old. 42.) What color are your eyes? Brown. 43.) Do you wear any kind of jewelry 24/7? Yes, I have two holes in both of my ears that I keep earrings in, a mood bracelet that I got with my cousin, and my belly button ring. 44.) Do you turn the water off when you brush your teeth? No, but apparently it's a big pet peeve for some people when other people don't run the water off when they brush their teeth but I don't really see why it matters. 45.) Do you know how to change your cars oil? No, I know it's bad that I don't know how to change my cars oil, but I honestly don't really care. 46.) Do you have any phobias? No. 47.) What's your lucky number? 8. 48.) Have you ever eaten a crayon? Once, I got dared to eat a crayon in kindergarten for a quarter. I really wanted that quarter so I ate the crayon haha. 49.) Can you solve a Rubix Cube? No, I've tried so many times, but I always end up getting pissed off and never end up finishing it. 50.) What are you listening to right now? Nothing. 51.) Do you like Marmit? I have no idea what that is. 52.) Do you wear the hood on hoodies? Sometimes. 53.) Is the glass half empty or half full? Well I'm very optimistic so it's half full :-). 54.) What's the farthest-away place you've been? Oklahoma. I've never been out of the United States... I'm boring :-(. 55.) Do you untie your shoes before taking them off? Sometimes if I tied my shoes extremely tight. 56.) What's your favorite radio station? Any station that has good music honestly, I'm not picky. 57.) Are you allergic to anything? Nope. 58.) Were you named after anyone? No. 59.) Do you wear glasses/contacts? No. 20/20 vision :-). 60.) Have you ever walked out of a movie theater before the film was finished? Yeah, then I snuck into another movie haha. 61.) What's your least favorite subject in school? Science. 62.) Put your iTunes library on shuffle. What's the first song that comes on? Poppin' Tags by Future. 63.) Do you wear jeans or sweatpants more? Jeans. 64.) Where in the world would you like to travel? Everywhere! 65.) Are you traveling anywhere soon? Not anywhere far from me. I'm going on vacation to Florida in July as well as Cedar Point in August. 66.) Have you ever built an igloo? What is this? I live in Tennessee not Antarctica. Obviously not! 67.) Best thing at Starbucks? Okay, I'm being basic here for a second, but the best thing at Starbucks is the Pink Drink. 68.) Do you like watching scary movies? I watch scary movies at 3a.m when I can't sleep and sometimes I fall asleep to them if that tells you anything. 69.) What's the best thing about school? My friends and English class. 70.) What were you doing at midnight last night? Laughing and watching Netflix with my best friend haha. 71.) What's under your bed? Dust and dog hair. 72.) How do you really feel about what you are doing right now at this exact moment? There was a question similar to this a few questions up. Still feeling the same. 73.) Think fast, what do you like right now? My new shirts from Spencer's I bought today. 74.) Are you sarcastic? My second language. 75.) What time do you get up? During school days, between 5:30a.m and 7a.m, but during the summer, around 10a.m. 76.) What was the name of your first pet? Brinx. He's a dog and I still have him :-). 77.) What color are your sheets? Purple. 78.) How are you feeling? Wow I'm starting to feel like I'm in therapy again...but I'm feeling pretty good right now. 79.) What was your favorite food when you were a child? Mashed potatoes. 80.) How are you feeling right now? Uhhhhh does someone has short term memory loss??? 81.) Can you whistle? Yup. 82.) Do you drink soda? Only Dr.Pepper. 83.) Have you read the Harry Potter series? Only the Sorcerers Stone, I wasn't really interested in the series to be completely honest. 84.) Can you drink a stick shift? I learned to drive on a stick shift before I learned on an automatic so, yes, I can drive a stick shift. 85.) What's your favorite candle scent? I'm honestly so obsessed with candle melts so I have a ton of candle melts and my favorite is probably the Zen one. It really chills me out because it smells reaaaaally good. 86.) Have your pants ever fallen down in public? No. 87.) Do you sing in the shower? Every time :-). 88.) Can you speak another language? Ugh... no :-(. 89.) Can you close your eyes and raise your eyebrows? Um.. yeah haha. 90.) Dogs or Cats? Dogs!! :-D. 91.) Do you make wishes at 11:11? Not usually. 92.) What's your favorite type of chapstick? Anything pomegranate flavored. 93.) Which came first; the chicken or the egg? Oh here we go. The most philosophical question on earth. The chicken. 94.) What are you reading right now? Norse Mythology by Neil Gailman 95.) Can you touch your nose with your tongue? *Sigh* Sadly I have never been able to do this :-(. 96.) Can you walk in heels? Now that I can do. 97.) How many rings before you answer the phone? However long it takes me to notice someone is calling me. No one really ever calls me though, it's usually just a text or Snapchat. 98.) Any new and exciting things that you would like to share? Yes actually!! I just got a tattoo a few days ago. It says "I love you to the moon and back" in my dads cursive, and I love it so much :-D. 99.) What is most important in life? Honestly? To live your life with no regrets. You only get one life on this earth, live it the way you want and don't give a fuck about what anyone else thinks. 100.) What inspires you? My imagination. Well that was it! I hope you all got a bit of insight on who I am as a person! If you have any questions or you want to request a book for me to review, then just ask! I'm always on here so I'll be sure to check my inbox everyday! I know this was a long post, but I hope many of you took the time to read it! This took me around 2 hours and I'm kind of ashamed to admit that... anyways, thank you again and I hope that this blog could be a way of finding new books and authors for a lot of people! June. 8th, 2017

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I know he's not the best, I don't expect him to be too scary or spook. He is just for fun. Also Trigger warning because this might disturb/ trigger some people Tw: Rape, Pedophilia, Necrophilia, Death Basic: Name: Jean Nelson Cp name: None Nicknames: Bat boy because his nose kinda looks like a bats because of how it points upwards, Teddy due to him living in the Teddy Bear Motel, Trix because he's just for kids. All names are given to himself by himself because he has a lot of free time Age: 17, dies at almost 18 Birthday: May 23, 1973 Deathday: April 7, 1990 Race: White(and he is also Albino) Sex: Male Sexuality: Straight Religion: Christian and loves Jesus, although he doesn't fully understand the religion and assumes he will still go to heaven, because he thinks that he can sin as much as he want because Jesus died for it, but thats really not the case at all. Residents: The Teddy Bear Motel c5.staticflickr.com/9/8316/292… abandonedkansai.files.wordpres… Located in Whittier North Carolina Hotel Info: The hotel was abandoned, and he decided to stay there because it was much warmer then his cabin in the woods because of instillation. Mental disorders:Narcissistic personality disorder, Intermediate explosive disorder Accent: Southern but he slurs his words, and ends  up drooling a lot when talking. Prized Possession: A Taxadermied 16 y/o girl that he did by himself, She's kinda rotten. WIP character. --- Appearance: He doesn't look too spooky, but his actions kinda spook me Hair: Light ash blonde (whatever the fuck, just blonde basically) Medium length, although normally kept up. Its burnt of in many places on the face. Eyes: Cat like shaped eyes. They're green or blue, not sure yet Body Type: kinda muscular, pretty short. He has chubby arms<3 Height: 5"4 Weight: 139 lbs. Extra: he has lots and lots of burns.I cant really draw burns, they look a bit too fresh, I know. Due to the burns it kind of hurts him to open one side of his mouth, so when he talk and breathes and stuff one side droops and the oceanfox89.deviantart.com/art/… other side goes up making in look like he's smirking. The other side  of his mouth can and does open though. Outfits: Too many. Like way lots. The jeans aren't really rolled up that high, it's stylized. main outfit: oceanfox89.deviantart.com/art/… Nose: He doesn't have any nose skin so he cant keep his snot in his nose and is constantly getting boogers and stuff everywhere. He can't breathe well out of his nose because of that and it gets in his mouth a lot because he breathes out of it. He smears it around his face, its gross. Boots: cowboy boots that are brown and black, with no spurs. Legs: (Thicc) They're kind of chubby, but it's really just odd weight distribution. He eats a lot of dog, so he's not starving. --- Killing: Jean doesn't go out of his way to get a kill, but when he does kill it is for sexual purposes, to get off basically. However, since what he is into is so odd, it doesn't feel like the victim is being sexually violated, which he thinks is wrong.  How he kills in he normally bashed their head in with his hockey stick, or slice them with it. He will occasionally hang them, or make small cuts in them and let the victim bleed out. --- Fetishes: One reason that Jean kills is to get a good wank. His sex thing was badly burnt when they were attacked and overtime he developed strange fetishes that he does to his victims.  Trigger Warning, but important info   Erotophonophilia: Sexual pleasure in murder Necrophilia Pedophilia Piquerism: Pleasure in piercing or cutting the flesh Sadism Zoophilia: Animal fetish Zoosadism: Inflicting pain in animals, or seeing animals in pain. --- Personality: He's a dick. He wont talk to or go after anyone over 20. He  pretends to be sweet and happy and pretends to not have much of a personality and be 2 dimensional like a cartoon character to trick kids into thinking he is fun loving and happy. He's really just a sad, perverted sex freak, who love targeting the weak, young and venerable. He occasionally will belittle his victims before he kills them once he's caught him in his shed or in the motel, and just yell at them because he is angry for no reason. He really does regret it, and it doesn't feel as great as it did. Misogynistic type( Hates women) Why have sex if it's no love?He's secretly extremely sad with what he's done with his life. Before it even started really. He's only 17. He could have made a family of his own. He knows he blew his only change at a family and love, he messed it up the second he got it. Nobody told him it was wrong, what he did to his sister. And if you can't fix what's broken, break it more, right? Likes: Children(in that way), getting off to dead people (in holes he cuts in them, not birth canals), Sugar Rice Krinkles, Jesus, eating flowers, staplers, NICKELODEON, the cold, wet pleasure of penetrating corpses, acting, being romantic, however his version of romantic is sick and twisted, exhibitionism, Killing hikers and fucking their dogs Dislikes: Hippies, because they annoy the fuck out of him, Victims who scream or bark too  loud and hurt his ears, most people besides himself, loud noises, "kinkshaming", men Beliefs: He believes that killing children and bashing in the stomachs or pregnant women is fine to save the children from living miserable lives. He thinks its immoral to have real sex with women, because he never has, but holes he cuts into them is fair game. Strength: He is fast, in the short periods of time he can run, from practice he can swing his hockey stick well, he can climb, and get into small places easily, can fallow things well with his eye and rarely loses sight of victims. Because they're dumb children and loud animals. Weaknesses: He's human, he has human weaknesses, he has poor eyesight because he is albino, and his hair is also easily grabbed and pulled. He also has problems with running for a long time because his nose is normally clogged and he cant breathe. Also, because he is normally breathing from his mouth, he has a hard time sneaking up on people. He is much weaker then most men. He doesn't have any depth perception because his eye was burnt over. theme song: Yonkers Instrumental by Tyler the Creator and Goosebumps Instrumental by Travis Scott www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0ZQyr…; or www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQBw1f… (just for fun) but highkey inspired by Tron Cat by Tyler the Creator. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd3hxZ… --- Phobias: Androphobia: Fear of adult men, due to most of them being stronger then him Pyrophobia: Fear of fire Mastigophobia: Fear of whips --- Extras: Since the motel doesn't have electricity, when he kills an animal, he eats it. Probably died from tetanus or being shot, i'm not sure yet, possibly froze to death still my innocent little floof bby He's not gay btw He's all badass until someone attacks back, then he's a little bitch ---  TRIGGER WARNING  (just in case) This includes background Story: written by siner666.deviantart.com/art/Je… --- Short background:    Jean was born and left at the hospital. However he was adopted by a "nice" couple that took care of him until he was around 7. However the the father cheated on the mom and the mom became angry at Jean and his siblings at the time. The people he had always known as his real family. He was taken away by cps and placed into foster care while his mother was evaluated. He was placed in a few more terrible homes until he finally go to Edmunds. They were a nice Mexican family. He had a little sister names Sarah in that family. He became very addicted to TV and his family got him whatever he wanted to deal with his trauma.They gave him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, so it made him very self absorbed. But he wasn't satisfied. Jean eventually fell in love, but he knew that her family would stop them from being together. So he kidnapped her in the night and ran away with her. taking the things they bonded over with them, so that just maybe she would forgive him. He was immediately found out and the town basically went out in a mob to go find him. When he he was found he was attacked, rather violently, because the townspeople much rather did things own their own and not with legal help, so they decided to chase them down and catch them by themselves. It was like an old fashioned mob. One mad decided too pick up a lantern but dropped it and it burnt the two children. He assumed he killed them The girl died but Jean didn't. When their parents found out they were devastated, they never knew he survived.    Jean was absolutely devastated, the only person he could ever truly love was dead. He ran to a hotel, that had been very important to him as a child. Only to learn that it had been abandoned, which was a pleasant surprise to him. He and his sisters dead corpse stayed at the motel for the longest time until she started rotting, so Jean started looking for a new body.    He found a cabin in the woods and camped there and killed any children that happened to wander in. And animals, and eventually pregnant women.    One day he was strolling around in his little forest, and found some campers. A single dad, a daughter who was 11 and a son who was 13, and their dog. He snuck into their tent while the dad went away to get their truck.Jean underestimates how strong the son is. Jean assumes he can go in, kill the brother, and steal the sister and dog. He intended to kill him with a hammer he found in his motel. HE walks in and accident steps on the brother. The brother was SHOOK and immediately started beating Jean over the head with the closest object, a flashlight. He does it to the point when his head is cracked and bleeding out. the brother told him to scram, which he did, only to come around the other side and snatch up the dog and sister. Jean even this dazed and confused state still managed to run with them and climb to the roof of the motel. He held the dog over the roof to taunt the brother. The father came then. Seeing one of his beloved children in danger he climbed up to the roof with Jean. He grabbed Jean by the hair and dragged him down from the roof down the fire escape. He took the hammer Jean had, and grabbed wads of his blood clotted hair and nailed it to a wall. Jean passed out. When he woke up the father forcefully ripped him  form the wall, scalping him and exposing the hole in the skull the his son made. The father shoves his foot in the crack and spread it more. Jean was basically having full blown seizures at this point. The dad gets the scalp and then he tied it around his neck and hung him. And finally tore the better part of his face off and left him there to die, even though he probably already died before. The thirty two year old man, Walter Hugo, was later charged with the multiple murders, and minor rape. Walter was sent to death row and Jean was obviously dead.

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