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One Last Chance?

This was written for the wonderful @imagining-in-the-margins family challenge for the months of April and May. I know I'm a little late but I only recently read this prompt that's also the summary and it really spoke to me! While writing I got really invested in the characters so I might write a couple more parts in the future!

Summary: Spencer and his wife have decided to foster a teenager.

Content Warning: foster care, neglect, foster sibling separation, minor mention of drugs, food & food insecurities. Please let me know if I missed something and I will add what's missing!

Word Count : 5.8k

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“Spencer, have you checked if the heater is on in their room, it’s freezing outside!” “Y/N, I have already told you, it’s warm in the guest bedroom, the thermostat is on too!” “It’s THEIR room, Spence, you need to check what you’re saying, if we want them to feel at home, we need to adjust our language too!”, Y/N chastised while she was running around their house trying to make everything look perfect, although there was nothing left to do. 

“Y/N, can you come here for a second?”, Spencer called out for his wife, softly catching her hand and tugging her closer to him, finally stopping her pacing. He took her other hand into his own and gently squeezed her hands. She looked up at him in confusion. “What is it? Did I forget something?” Spencer just smiled down at his beautiful wife. He knew she just wanted to be prepared for this new person who would join their little family any minute, but he also knew she’d run herself crazy trying to make everything right. 

“Y/N, everything is perfectly prepared for whoever will step through that door in the next hour. We are ready for them, we’ve got their room ready, your chilli is on the stove, we’ve put toiletries, extra clothes and towels out and got them more snacks than even I could devour in a week”, he listed and Y/N slowly but surely relaxed a little. “And most importantly my love, we are ready to support whoever will be joining us. You have so much love to give, anyone would be lucky to be on the receiving end of it. Whoever this kid is that will join us, they will feel that love and comfort just like I do whenever you’re with me.” 

Y/N had tears in her eyes now. “I just want them to feel welcome, who knows what they have been through”, she got out and Spencer pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. “I know my love. But all we can do now is take it one step at a time, okay? We’re prepared and it will be fine.” Y/N nodded into his embrace. 

She knew he was right, they were prepared. After having a lengthy talk, the two of them had decided that fostering was the right decision for them to expand their family. They both felt deeply that bringing a new life into this world when there were so many kids without homes, seemed like the wrong way to go for them. They both felt that family was so much more than genetics and biological relations, they knew that love made family and that they had so much love to give. 

The decision to welcome older kids into their home wasn’t as easy to make. Spencer had some apprehensions, finally telling Y/N that he felt like older kids and teens might not respond well to him and his quirks. It took him a while to see that his own experiences with teenagers from when he was a kid were entirely different from how they would respond to him now. Y/N had acknowledged and listened to his fears and after seeing the statistics on how many older kids never found a safe home and tended to age out of the system, Spencer felt entirely wrong for not giving these kids a chance of a safe haven with them. Given their work schedule, they even decided that they wouldn’t be able to take smaller kids and so now they were awaiting their first placement. The social worker had called half an hour ago and only told them that they had a 14-year-old in need of a new placement and that they were going to be there within the next two hours. They didn’t even know their pronouns nor their background but they already felt for the teen. 

The two of them only parted from their embrace when there was a knock on the door. Y/N’s eyes went wide as she stared up at Spencer. “Oh my god, they are here! Spencer, they are here!!!” “Let’s go meet them”, he smiled calmly although inside he was anything but calm. 

They opened the door together to find a middle-aged woman and, standing next to her, clutching a plastic bag, a girl with deep-green eyes, long unruly brown curls and a scared look on her face. Y/N quickly caught herself and stopped what she was sure was staring, at the girl. 

“Hi! Come in, come in, it’s so cold outside!”, she ushered the two to step into their home. “Thank you Mr and Mrs Reid for taking such a last-minute placement! Maggie is really happy to be here, aren’t you Maggie?”, the social worker gushed and Spencer could see the girl anxiously tightening her grip on her bag before she nodded. “Well why don’t we go to the kitchen and we’ll talk a little more!”, Y/N tried to ease the tension, but the social worker had other plans. 

“I’m really sorry, but I actually have to go run by another case of mine. Maggie should be fine with you for now, I will check back in tomorrow or one of these days if there are any more questions and send you an E-Mail with any information you might need, it’s the weekend so the school won’t be an issue until Monday!”, she rattled off leaving Spencer and Y/N to stare at her for a second before Spencer was the one to find his voice first. 

“Let me walk you to the door, I do have a couple of questions”, he said, stunned and led the woman to the door, leaving Y/N with the teenage girl in their kitchen. She watched her husband leave the room, stunned as well, before snapping out of it and taking a good look at the girl that was just dropped off at their house like it was nothing. 

“I’m sorry Maggie, let me do this again: I’m Y/N and that dorky guy with me is my husband Spencer. We’re really happy to have you here with us. Do you want something to drink? I’ve also got chilli on the stove if you’re hungry”, the woman explained but the girl just stared at her for a second before looking back at where Spencer and the case worker had disappeared to. “I know this is all but ideal right now, you deserve a better start than this, I’m sorry honey”, Y/N said softly and before the girl could react to her words they could hear the door shut and Spencer stepping back into the kitchen. 

“Sooo, why don’t we show Maggie her room, hm?”, he said encouragingly but Y/N could tell that he was angry. Clearly, the caseworker had not made the best impression on him. “Come on, Maggie, we’ll give you a house tour”, Y/N agreed and smiled at the girl encouragingly. The girl had yet to say a word but followed the couple up the set of stairs to the first story of their townhome. Spencer and Y/N let her look into each room up there, their bedroom, the bathroom in the hall which would be the teen’s and finally, they opened a door and let her step in first. 

Maggie found herself in a beautiful and warmly lit bedroom with a queen bed, a desk, a sideboard with a TV and a big basket filled with all sorts of stuff. The teen’s eyes grew wide as she took it all in while still clutching onto the trash bag in her hands. “This.. this is where I get to stay?”, she asked carefully with a slight stutter, looking back at the couple that was now standing in the doorway together watching her taking it all in. “Yes, of course! Help yourself to anything you want, there’s a couple of snacks and drinks and I have some stationery on the desk if you’d like to draw or write, oh and I have a couple of clothes in the closet too, I didn’t know what you liked of course so it’s just basics”, Y/N rambled along while Spencer watched the teen, clearly a little overwhelmed with it all. 

“I also got you this blanket”, Y/N ended her monologue, holding out a soft yellow blanket, still in its bow from buying it. She had heard that it meant a lot for foster kids to have new things that they could keep and Y/N thought there was nothing more comforting than a fuzzy blanket. Maggie just stared at the blanket for a second, still holding her bag with two hands, before she carefully let the bag down beside her and took the blanket that Y/N was holding out for her. “Thank you”, she breathed out quietly, feeling the soft fabric against her palm as she held the gift. A silence settled in between the three and it was Spencer who decided to give the teen a little room to process all of her emotions. He knew what it felt like to be overwhelmed like that and had also learned the circumstances of the girl’s emergency placement tonight. 

“I think we’ll leave you to settle in now. We will be right downstairs in the kitchen and you’re welcome to join us and have a bite to eat any time. You can go take a shower if you want to, there are towels in the bathroom, or you can just stay in here if you want to be alone, whatever you decide is fine, okay Maggie?”, he spoke softly and watched the girl pressing her lips together and nodding. “Yes sir”, she uttered and Y/N’s brows furrowed in worry at that. “Oh no need for the formalities, I’m just Spencer and this is just Y/N”, he continued with his soft voice and the girl nodded again. “Okay, Spencer. Thank you.”

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Downstairs Y/N immediately turned around to Spencer and rushed him to tell her what the social worker had said. “You seemed mad, what did she say? How is she just going to drop a kid off at night and just leave like that? We don’t even know what the circumstances are! And all her belongings are in a plastic bag, what the fuck Spencer!”, Y/N burst out and whisper shouted at her husband. Spencer eyed the stairs nervous that the girl could hear them. “I know, I told the social worker the same thing but it seemed like she was overworked too and had a call for another kid that was in trouble, it’s bad, I know, but at least now she’s safe with us.” “Did she tell you if the placement would be for longer? Where did Maggie even come from?” Spencer nodded carefully. 

“Police busted her prior foster family’s home for drug manufacturing just a couple of hours ago. They found her and another kid in one of the rooms while they had a makeshift drug lab in the basement.” Y/N’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?”, she whisper shouted once again not believing a word she was hearing. “How did those people get a foster licence to begin with? Was she exposed to these drugs?” Then another thought hit her. “Are you okay?”, she asked softly and Spencer nodded quickly. 

“I am, truly I’m just as shocked as you are. Apparently, they had the drugs and equipment in the basement while the upstairs was relatively clear of any signs of drugs and stuff, still a messed up home though. She needs a permanent place to stay, the case worker didn’t say much but her biological family seems to be out of the picture.“ “God I feel so bad for her, the way she called you Sir? I hope she’ll come down to eat something later.” Spencer nodded and pulled his wife into his arms, pressing a kiss on top of her head and rocking them both back and forth for a minute. “We’ll help her through this”, he assured.

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Upstairs, Maggie finally got a moment to sit down and process what the last couple of hours had looked like. She had gotten the fright of a lifetime when suddenly there were people shouting everywhere and her and Lila’s door was kicked in, revealing two policemen with their guns drawn at the two of them. Maggie had pulled Lila into her bed, pushing themselves into the corner and holding the younger child safely, whispering affirmations into her ears. After the policemen had lowered their guns they escorted them out of the house, putting them in a car and asking loads of questions while Maggie watched the house being torn apart and their foster parents being detained. 

It wasn’t like Maggie liked them or living there but at least they didn’t hit them, at least they had a bed to sleep there. Now where would they go? She had been worrying about what they were doing in the basement for ages, watching the sketchy people turn up all the time, really deep down she knew that one of these days it would have to turn bad. After it all calmed down a little they were given trash bags and asked to collect their belongings. 

Maggie helped Lila in packing everything that might be helpful and grabbed the few things she had that belonged to her in a way. Lila’s grip on her hand was tight and it only reminded Maggie that they were incredibly likely to be split up. They weren’t bio siblings, just both ended up at the same home. Lila was only 9, Maggie honestly didn’t know how she hadn’t gotten a better family than that so she had tried to make it a home for Lila for the past year and a half. There was no way that a family that would be interested in taking Lila would also want a teenager, she knew that. She was all too familiar with the system, the older she got the slimmer the chances for a safe, comfortable home. 

Maggie had given up all hope for adoption a long time ago, but for Lila, there was still a chance. So when Nadine came to take Lila, telling her she had found a nice family, Maggie had encouraged the crying child that refused to let go of her. 

“Lila, baby I’ll always always always be here for you okay? You have to be strong now okay? Nadine found really nice people, it won’t be like it was here, okay? You will have a really good time, Li, I promise I will try and visit okay?”, she had tried to make her voice sound steady but couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her own cheeks. “What about you?”, Lila asked desperately. “I will be fine, I can look out for myself and I’ll get a safe place to stay too”, the teen encouraged but didn’t believe a word she was saying. Lila did though and that was most important. Before Nadine could take the girl away she hugged  her tight again and then kissed the girl’s forehead. “I love you Lila, you remember my phone number right? I made you memorise it”, she said and the kid nodded vehemently. “I remember Mags, I can call you?”, she asked and Maggie nodded trying to hold back the tears. “Please call me when you need me, I will always answer, I promise Li. Love you.”, she said again before the girl was led away, turning around once more and calling back: “Love you too Mags!”

And here Maggie was, alone again. Something she was very used to, so she pulled herself together, wiped away the tears and put up her guard again. Whatever was going to happen in the next couple of hours would decide where her life was going or what it would look like. She was at an age now where a group home was honestly the most likely option and it scared the living crap out of her to be in a home with older teenagers. Maggie could fend for herself but she wasn’t as tough as others in the system. She was an easy target, she knew that and she had to prepare herself for that. She was taken back to the police station where she stayed for another hour before a middle-aged woman introduced herself to her as Tanya. Nadine was still busy so she was handed over Maggie’s case for now. Great, now she didn’t even know her case worker anymore. 

“I made a few calls and found a place for you to stay, come on we’re going there now”, Tanya had said and Maggie just followed her along. “Is it a group home?”, she finally asked after they had been in the car for a couple minutes without the woman saying more. Maggie missed Nadine, at least she had attempted to make her feel better. “No, it’s not, you’re lucky, there’s been a new couple in the area opening up for older kids like you. Mr and Mrs Reid are expecting us any minute now.” 

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And that had been all the girl knew before these two strangers opened up their home to her. Here she was now sitting in a perfect room in a perfect townhouse. She looked down at the blanket in her lap. It felt soft against her palm and the softness in addition to the softness of the bed beneath her made her feel weird. Like it was all fake, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was all too soft. The blanket, the bed, the light, the warmth, their voices. It was all too soft. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t how life went for her. She didn’t trust the peace. 

Before she knew what she was doing, she was pacing. Trying to make sense of what it was that was happening here. She didn’t want to cry, not again, it would only make it worse, she would only miss Lila worse and the people downstairs could hear her. There wasn’t even anything to cry over. This placement was the best place she had probably ever been put in, but that made it feel so wrong, like there was a bomb waiting to go off any minute. That bomb seemed to be her though, she felt like she was going to combust from the pressure that was building up inside of her, threatening to spill over. She had to let it all out somehow. 

Her eyes fell on the blanket and before she knew what she was doing she grabbed the soft piece of fabric that was supposed to bring her comfort and threw it across the room. It landed against the closet door with a small *thump* sound and then just plummeted to the ground. Maggie’s teeth were clenched together as she watched it do nothing with how she was feeling and quickly she grabbed another pillow off the bed, launching it through the room similarly. Others followed until finally one of the pillows landed against a framed picture on the wall, causing it to come off the hook and fall to the ground with a loud clatter. It was only then that the girl seemed to come to her senses. 

Wide-eyed she looked around herself, seeing the damage she had done, pillows and blankets were scattered all around the room, the frame was broken and the glass littered the floor between her and the door to the room. Before the girl could do anything to tidy it all up she could hear hurried steps on the stairs and a knock on the door. Shit. “Maggie, we heard a noise, is it okay for us to come in?”, she could hear the woman’s, worried voice. Had she already messed up this chance of a home? She couldn’t get a word out, just stood there and stared. “Maggie, I’m sorry but if you don’t answer me I will have to come in, okay?”, she heard the woman say and it made her snap out of it. “No!”, she shrieked out but it was too late, the door had already been opened and Y/N carefully peered in, stopping when she saw the damage on the floor and then quickly looking up at Maggie. The teen's lip began to quiver immediately. “I …. I … I didn’t mean to”, she panickedly got out. “I’m SO sorry, I promise I will clean it up, I’m sorry I just … I …”, she couldn’t find words for what was happening. 

The whole reason for her even beginning to throw stuff around, not wanting to cry, was now senseless because as soon as she realised what she had done, the tears came streaming down her face. She didn’t want to leave again already. This couldn’t be happening, how did she already blow it up? 

She didn’t notice Y/N ushering Spencer to go and get something to clean the glass off the floor, nor that the woman was carefully stepping around the shards trying to get close to her. “Maggie, Maggie, it’s okay. It’s all good, it’s just a cheap decoration from Target, it’s okay!”, she tried to calm the girl down. Her voice was steady and soft. Maggie was violently shaking her head and backing away into the other corner of the room, now clutching her mouth with her hands as she stared at the broken frame. 

“I didn’t mean to, please I’m so sorry”, she kept saying when she hit the wall behind her. Y/N stopped her attempt to get closer. Clearly, she was scaring the girl, backing her in. So instead the agent kept her distance, holding up her hands to show her she wasn’t a threat. “I know you didn’t mean to, Maggie, I know and it’s okay, you’re not in trouble, it’s all okay", she said softly. “Can you look up at me please?” Maggie had her eyes shut since she had backed against the wall. She now forced herself to cast her eyes up at the woman standing across from her, she didn’t look like she was mad, maybe she was saying the truth. 

“Are you hurt? Did you get glass somewhere?”, she asked softly and the teen looked down on herself before shaking her head. “Okay, that’s good. Spencer is bringing up a broom and the vacuum and it will be all good”, Y/N smiled at the teen encouragingly just as Spencer appeared again. “I can do it”, Maggie protested, stepping forward a little. “We don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay, I’ve got it!”, Spencer said with a soft smile on his face as he began to clean away the mess. 

Y/N looked back from her husband to the teen that was now standing beside the bed, cheeks still damp from tears and arms crossed in front of herself. Y/N chose to sit down on the bed. She softly tapped the bed beside her. “Why don’t you sit with me for a minute, huh?”, she asked and to her surprise, Maggie immediately followed the request. “I want you to know that you are safe here with us and that we understand that you have a lot of feelings going on for you right now. Today must have been a lot and this is all new to you so we get that you might be feeling sad or angry or confused”, Y/N said with a steady and soft voice, smiling at the girl and giving her room to take it in. 

Maggie listened to the woman speak, not knowing what to say. Only after a couple of minutes did a few words slip out. “It was all too soft”, she finally heard herself speak and she knew in saying that that it didn’t make any sense whatsoever. But Y/N didn’t question it. “Okay”, she simply said. “What can we do to make it better for you?” Maggie was stunned at the question. What could they do? They already gave her a room and snacks and didn’t yell at her after trashing the room. “I… I don’t know”, she said and Y/N nodded. “That’s okay too. Do you think you got it out a little bit?” The teen nodded. “How would you like something to eat and a glass of water?” Again, Maggie nodded and Y/N felt a rush of relief that they had finally made a little progress. She looked back at Spencer who had since cleaned up the mess and stood there awkwardly. This had been an eventful first hour.

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Together, the three of them went downstairs. Y/N pulled out three bowls and scooped the chilli into them while Spencer got some spoons and glasses and put them out on the table. “You can sit in whatever spot you want”, Y/N explained to the teen who pulled out one of the chairs and sat down watching the two adults carefully. They worked around each other so seamlessly, like a well-oiled machine and somehow they both just radiated calmness and comfort. The girl was still a little shaken up about what she did up in the room, but mostly now she just felt tired and hungry, really hungry. 

It had been one of those days where they couldn’t find anything good to eat in the house and Maggie had given the last of the bread with a little butter and sugar to Lila when they got back from school. Now the room smelled like actually good, warm food and just then Y/N placed a full bowl in front of her while Spencer put a basket with bread on the table too. The two of them sat down too, Spencer filling up all of their glasses with water. 

“I hope you like chilli, I didn’t make it too spicy, Spencer is sensitive like that and I didn’t know how you’d like it”, Y/N explained, but Maggie could already feel her mouth watering just looking at the food in front of her. She quickly looked up at Y/N. “Thank you, this looks really delicious”, she said politely and as the two adults picked up their spoons she finally started shovelling the comforting, hearty food into her mouth too. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had such a good meal. Y/N and Spencer shared the same sombre look watching the girl eat so fast and hectic. It was abundantly clear that she hadn’t been getting proper meals for a while now and had arrived hungry. 

“Is there anything you don’t like eating or you’re allergic to Maggie? Just so I know when I do the food shop and meal prep. I thought I could take you with me for the food run tomorrow and you could pick out a few things you like”, Y/N started a conversation when Maggie had slowed down a little. The girl perked up at that, surprised by the sentiment. “I … I’m not allergic to anything I think.”, she said softly, just thankful to eat anything really. “Okay that’s good to know, and anything you don’t like?”, Y/N pushed further. “I for one hate anything with fish or seafood in general, Spencer doesn’t like mushrooms, he says they’re too slimy”, she chuckled and watched the teen’s lips curve into a small smile. 

“I don’t like mushrooms either, they feel funny, but I’ll eat them, I don’t want to be a bother!”, she quickly backtracked. “No way, you will never have to eat mushrooms here, I will personally make sure of it!”, Spencer now interjected and Maggie chuckled a little at the man’s childish antics. “Okay”, she said softly. “I also don’t really like green beans”, she added quietly and Y/N beamed at the teen speaking freely. “Oh don’t worry we’re not the biggest fans of those either”, she assured. “Do you want a second bowl? I think I’ll go for seconds”, Spencer now interjected seeing the girl’s empty bowl. She nodded. “Thank you, that would be nice”, turning to Y/N she added. “It tastes really good. You’re a good cook.” “Oh thank you, honey, I don’t get to cook that often, so I’ll take the compliment”, Y/N thanked the girl while Spencer placed their full bowö back in front of them. 

“So you probably have a lot of questions for us, I imagine it’s a bit scary suddenly living with two strangers, so how about we tell you a little about ourselves and then you can ask us anything?” Maggie looked between the two adults and then nodded before continuing to eat. “Okay, so Spencer and I have been married for a year now and we’ve been together for 2 before that. We met at our job. We are both working at the FBI, we’re both agents.” Maggie’s head snapped up at that, and with wide eyes, she looked at the two of them again. THEY were FBI agents? They looked so.. so soft. He was wearing a sweater vest with a funny pattern and she wore fuzzy socks and sweats. 

“I know we don’t look stereotypical FBI right now”, Y/N chuckled. “We’re profilers so really we analyse the minds of criminals in order to catch them”, she explained and Maggie nodded. “We usually travel a lot for our job but our boss was okay with one of us staying back with each case so that we can be here for you. We both don’t have a lot of family, but we see our colleagues at the BAU as our family and you will meet them too when you’re ready.” 

Maggie nodded along, taking it all in for now. Spencer continued after that. “We both love to read, we have left a few books in your room too, but you’re welcome to help yourself to any book in the house and if you see one you’d like when we’re out just tell one of us we’ll get it for you. Y/N also knits while watching her TV shows, I’m too clumsy for that and I also feel like if you’re gonna watch something you should watch it and not just listen.” That earned him a scoff from Y/N. “It’s called multitasking I've told you before Spencer!”, she defended herself and Maggie smirked at their interaction, they really did seem like nice people. “I can teach you how to knit! I’ve made Spencer a lot of scarves already!”, Y/N now excitedly addressed the girl who bit her lip nervously now that she had finished her food. 

Maggie shrugged nervously, unsure about what to say to that. “If I can stay here that might be nice”, she said softly and Spencer and Y/N’s faces dropped significantly. The girl had just arrived and was already thinking about having to move  on, it made sense, they knew how often that happened, but they weren’t gonna let that happen. 

“If we get any say in it you stay here as long as you want to, I promise you that, Maggie”, Y/N said. “Why?”, the teen asked bluntly. “Sorry, what do you mean why?”, Y/N asked, taken aback by the question. “Why do you want me to stay longer? You could easily foster one of the little ones, they’re really cute and aren’t problems like … like big kids and … and teens..“, she explained herself while stirring in the remnants of her chilli. She couldn’t see the cautious and dumbfounded looks Spencer and Y/N gave themselves. Instead, she continued on with her rant. 

“I just trashed your upstairs bedroom, was really impolite and also, supplies and food are more expensive for bigger kids, teens get into trouble at school a lot more often than little kids and most foster teens above the age of 12 will not find a foster family and live in group homes where they’re prepared to age out of the system and be self-sufficient and even then 20% of us end up homeless when we turn 18. Older foster kids don’t get a chance like this, people like you don’t take us, they take the cute ones without trouble, people like me go into group homes or into families that just want to cash their checks. So why would you want me to stay here?” Maggie finally finished her rant leaving Spencer and Y/N speechless. 

The girl seemed to be shocked by her own words now as her head snapped up suddenly, looking up at the two adults and turning red in embarrassment. She quickly looked down at the table again. not bearing to meet their eyes. They sat there in silence for a moment before Spencer spoke up.  “Believe me, Maggie, I know all the statistics and that is exactly why Y/N and I decided to open our home to older kids like you. You deserve a chance just like the younger kids do, there are safe homes for them but as you said there are significantly fewer for kids above the age of 12 which just isn’t fair to any of you. We knew that we didn’t like the idea of teens ending up in group homes and ageing out to become homeless. We want to provide a safe and loving home, especially to kids who didn’t get the chance before”, Spencer said calmly. 

“What Spencer is saying is true, Maggie. We wanted to expand our family and we knew we didn’t want to bring a new baby into this world when there are so many kids who need a safe and loving home. We love kids, don’t get us wrong, but you’re still a kid too and what you’re saying isn’t entirely right, little kids come with a lot of work too, that’s not me saying we wouldn’t put in all of the work to accommodate whatever anyone staying with us needs, but with little ones, there is a lot of guessing whereas you can talk to us, tell us what you need, what you feel like. It can be a lot of fun to have a teenager in the house, we can talk about books and shows and Spencer and I get to feel young again”, she joked to ease the tension. “And with one of us being on their own from time to time because of our jobs, we also felt like it just made sense to take in older kids and teens like you because you would understand why one of us had to go from time to time, you know?” 

Maggie was taking in what the two of them were saying, embarrassed about what she had laid off on them. She never usually spoke up like that, people didn’t tend to listen to her anyways but apparently, Spencer and Y/N had listened and Maggie had to admit that what they were saying now sounded sincere. Nevertheless, she couldn’t let herself trust this yet. She could still be whisked away any second because of some stupid reason. For now, though she nodded and gathered all of her courage to look up at the two of them and smiled softly. “Okay", she said, deciding at that moment that she would try and hope one more time that this could be it. That maybe these people could be something like family one day.

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these eyes (part one) - hugh grant

two ex best friends. one party. lots of alcohol. what could go wrong?

you had an intense love/hate relationship with one hugh john mungo grant. an intense relationship, in that you loved to hate him.

the pipeline of childhood friends to adulthood enemies is not uncommon by any means, but hugh and your’s situation was by all means the definition of the word. uncommon. for in fact, you two were on the best of terms just last year. that is, until “the incident”.

“the incident”, or “that one time hugh made out with my best friend right after i confessed my feelings to him” as you like to refer to it as, absolutely shattered you. and on your birthday of all days? definitely a cad-like move on his part.

yet here you are. another year, another birthday, another excuse to cry over him. except you won’t- or you’re trying not to, anyway. you are totally over him. he’s an asshole. he quite literally ruined your life.

needless to say, he’s not invited to your birthday dinner. neither is his girlfriend: your ex best friend.

who is invited, is jamie. jamie is a sweet guy you met at work, who you think has taken a shining to you. you’re starting to warm up to him yourself, but your (unfortunately) unresolved feelings for hugh have annoyingly been getting in the way. you plan on fixing that tonight.

hugh has hurt you. the fact of the matter is, it’s time to move on. you have a perfect new suitor in jamie, it’d be foolish to let him slip away from you.

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it’s finally party time and guests are showing up in abundance. laughter fills your usually-silent apartment, and the snack food you had set out 20 minutes ago already seems to be gone. it’s as though you’d forgotten you had invited this many people!

the party goes on as parties do, you mingle with the guests, and let them all serenade you with birthday wishes and compliments. you drink. a lot. and with dinner time fast approaching, you make it a mission to seek out jamie. surely he must have arrived by now?

as you walk through the sea of people in your living room in attempt to find jamie, you are caught off guard by a seedy blonde with ringlet curls. you’ve seen those curls before. those curls surely weren’t invited to your birthday soirée. and to your utmost shock and despair, those seedy ringlet curls had brought their fuckwit fluffy brunette boyfriend to match. she spoke with utmost confidence, “darling! so good to see you, it’s been far too long. you remember hugh, of course?

dumbfounded, you had to make a quick escape- so that’s exactly what you did, finding shelter in your room. you couldn’t face this strange reality, not now, not today. it was your birthday! this was not part of the plan!

but instead of being greeted with lonesome bliss, you saw jamie foraging around your things. he looked up at you with sad eyes. knowing eyes. you didn’t even find reason to question his whereabouts, you simply ran over to him and melted. crying into his shoulder, letting your perfectly applied birthday makeup run down your face and onto his shirt sleeve. he didn’t ask for an explanation of your sorrow, he only held you and comforted you through your time of need. jamie was so perfect for you. he was everything you could ever want in a man.

yet you felt nothing. in fact, your tears only amplified from it. this incredibly sweet, handsome, doting man was right in front of you. holding you as you broke down. yet your heart was still attached to the absolute douchebag downstairs.

once again needing to flee, you apologized to jamie profusely and swiftly left his embrace. you were running out of “safe” spaces- your apartment had only so many rooms. maybe it was logic, or maybe it was the alcohol, but you soon found yourself fully opening the already half opened bathroom door. desperate times call for desperate measures. letting out a sigh and slamming the door behind you, you sunk to your knees in another sob. at this point, party guests were surely confused to where their host had gone, and likely even more confused as to why they kept hearing loud sobbing coming from the bathroom, only breaking cries to shout a profanity or two every now and then. you were a wreck in there, so much so that it wasn’t until 10 minutes after your less-than-graceful entry to the bathroom that you realized you weren’t alone. once again, a pair of sad, knowing eyes looked at you. but these eyes didn’t belong to jamie.

these eyes belonged to hugh.

#angst #part two will be happier!! #happy birthday hughie <3 #hugh grant #hugh grant x reader #90s hugh grant #notting hill #four weddings and a funeral #sense and sensibility

[raineandsky]

A Date in Exchange

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

The hero’s parents know how to throw one hell of a party. Even from outside the villain can see the lights turned low, the shadows of people lurking in the windows. They knock on the door—the hero arrived early to help set everything up, but the villain feels a little lonely turning up alone for the first time.

“You came!” the hero’s father opens brightly, wrapping the villain in a hug usually reserved for family unseen in months. “I was so worried my wife had scared you off for good. Please, come in, meet some people.”

The villain steps over the threshold, holding out a small box to him. “Happy birthday.”

The man’s face lights up, the complete opposite to the villain’s own blatant awkwardness. He pries it open to look inside, only getting more ecstatic when he sees the contents—a figurine of a particularly jacked up sports car. “Ah, I love it! How’d you know cars were my thing?”

There’s a series of pictures in the master bedroom of him sitting in various race cars. “Just a lucky guess.”

He ushers them inside more, setting the box down with some of the other gifts he’s received. “[Hero]’s just in the kitchen with their mother,” he says with a smile. “I have some people to entertain, I'm afraid, but we’ll catch up later, okay?”

The villain gives him a smile as he disappears into the swarm of people in the hallway. They take his words as an instruction, and as promised the hero is in the kitchen, carefully arranging snacks on plates and swatting away anyone who tries to nab any. It’s oddly endearing, and they ignore how their mind is faintly screaming DOMESTIC at them.

They lean against the doorframe for a moment, watching the hero and their mother work their magic on the spread of plates in front of them. It’s only when the hero glances up to shout at someone for stealing a piece of cheese that they notice the villain there, their face breaking into a surprisingly relieved grin.

“[Villain]!” they practically announce to the entire party. They beckon the villain over, and they know they have to allow whatever soppy shit is about to happen in front of their audience. The hero wraps their arms around their neck loosely. “I’m so glad you made it.”

Because you had every reason not to come is left unsaid.

“Sorry I’m late. Traffic was rough.” The most traffic the villain faced was sprinting across the road in front of speeding cars, but the hero’s mother doesn’t need to know that.

“That’s quite alright, dear. I don’t suppose you could give us a hand with these plates, could you?” She passes them a pair of plates, loaded dangerously high with tiny foods, and the hero gives them a knowing glare. Eat as few as possible, please.

The plates find their ways to various tables around the house, and they’re demolished almost instantly. “Your father’s friends are goddamn hungry,” the villain comments when they come across the hero again a little later.

“I know.” It comes out as a petty whine, and the villain snorts amusedly. “God, I can’t do this all night. I didn’t come here to be a waiter.”

They pick up some food from the plate next to them—a pair of skewered pigs in blankets, by the looks—and pass one to the villain.

“To our last big rodeo,” the hero says with a laugh, and the villain has to hold back the guilty expression threatening to come out.

“To the last,” they echo a little painfully, and the hero carefully bumps their food against the villain in some incredibly inaccurate toast.

The pigs in blankets aren’t bad. A little crispy, perfectly cooked. There’s a faint taste of herbs amongst the flavours.

“Did your mother make these?” the villain asks after a moment. “They’re really good.”

“She prides herself on her home cooking.” The hero peeks past them and into the hallway beyond. “Speaking of, I bet she’s making more right now. It’s only a matter of time before she comes after us to dish them out again.”

“Never thought I’d team up with you on something like this,” the villain comments, earning a laugh, “but I would like to avoid that too.”

As if on cue, the faint call of the hero’s mother floats down the hall like a warning bell. The two share a look, and the villain follows without question when the hero takes off in the opposite direction.

The hero practically skids to a stop in front of a door, throwing it open dramatically. “She won’t look for us in here ‘cause she thinks we’re somewhat sane.”

The villain glances inside with a disgusted grimace. “Are you seriously asking me to get in a tiny understairs cupboard with—”

The villain barely has time to question the stupidity of the option before they’re butted inside, the hero following with a final slam of the door. It’s nearly pitch black in here, only the lights shining under the door offering any luminosity. The villain can’t really see, but they sure can feel the hero very, dangerously close to them.

Warmth is practically dancing between them, and the villain flinches back when the hero’s bare arm brushes their own, bumping them against a table behind them. It’s only then that they put together the fact that the hero is very purposely leaning over them. Their body presses into the villain’s ever-so-slightly, and the villain is almost certain they can feel how hot they are from the proximity alone.

“Uh, [Hero]—” they start nervously, and they know the slight shake in their voice has given them away instantly.

“Sorry,” the hero says, not the slightest bit sorry, “there’s no room in here.”

Their breath is warm on the villain’s face. “Maybe we can talk about things properly whilst we’re here,” the hero continues, getting an amused snort in response.

“Right now? In this dark cupboard with no room?” the villain asks in disbelief.

“Yeah, it’s a bit awkward, isn’t it?” The hero laughs shortly this time, the sound drowning out the murmur outside and most of the villain’s other senses. The hero’s hands find their face—if they couldn’t feel the heat radiating off the villain before, they must do now. “Maybe that’s why it’s good.”

The feeling of someone touching them setting off all sorts of feelings, and the villain’s usual defence mechanism kicks in full force. “Ha, yeah, I bet you’re right in your element, you absolute fucking—”

The hero doesn’t let the villain finish whatever insult they were forming, closing the gap between them. The hero has to lean down slightly to meet them, and the way their lips connect is like fireworks.

The villain has thought about this moment before, but that can’t compare to the actual feeling of it. It’s like they’re on fire. They can feel the hero’s hands drifting through their hair, and their own are roaming without thinking. The hero’s clearly been nicking little bits of food all night, from the lingering mix of flavours the villain can taste on them. Their lips part more without thinking, and the hero takes full advantage—they laugh into the villain’s mouth at the startled yelp they produce.

“Sorry, I can’t help myself,” the hero mutters against them. The villain can feel them straying, trailing light kisses down their neck. “I’ll save that for later, shall I?”

The hero’s hands are wandering dangerously low. The villain’s own hands are balled in the hero’s shirt in anticipation, and they know if they don’t stop them now they never will. “Maybe,” they say softly, careful to keep the shiver of their own thrill out of their voice and still failing. “We have plenty of time later. I mean, like, there’s a bunch of people around. We’re at a birthday party. We’re probably meant to be—”

A well placed kiss against their jaw and a deft hand between their thighs is enough to shut them up. “You talk too much,” the hero mumbles, and the villain can feel their stupid fucking grin against their skin.

“Surprised you didn’t know that already,” the villain practically has to choke out, and the hero hums in innocent amusement at their overly forced nonchalance.

They’re getting dangerously, dangerously close to not stopping the hero. The hero lets out that dumbass laugh between the moments of their lips grazing the villain’s skin—they know exactly what they’re doing, the little shit. Their hand is gentle on their face, careful, sweet, a world away from what their other hand is promising at the same time.

The hero’s lips find the villain’s own again, soft, like they’re afraid they’ll break them. “I’m in love with you, [Villain],” they whisper into the silence, and despite everything happening this is somehow shocking news. The villain pulls away from them slightly, letting their fingers tangle in the hero’s hair as they do.

“You mean that? This isn’t part of your little song and dance?” It comes out a lot more hopeful than they meant it to, and from the way the hero lays a seemingly endless stream of kisses on their face they already know the answer.

“I’ve known it for a while, I just didn’t know how to say it.” They laugh slightly, the sound tickling slightly against the villain’s skin. “So, now that it’s out there, I have to ask. Can I take you on a real, actual, serious date?”

The villain wishes the hero could see the victorious grin on their face. “I’d like that. We can go to the cinema or something. Do it properly, instead of pretending to date and accidentally catching feelings.”

“It notoriously never goes well, does it? My bad for suggesting it.”

The hero leans back a little, and after a moment a dull light clicks on. The villain’s eyes take a moment to adjust, but once they do they gasp in mock horror.

“There’s tons of room in here, you liar!” they accuse, and the hero laughs.

“Could’ve sworn it was smaller,” they say innocently, earning a slap on the arm. “We should get going anyway, before my mother freaks out. Like you say, we have plenty of time.”

They go to turn the light back off, but the villain catches them. “I– I think it’s worth noting that I’m in love with you, too,” they announce after a moment of deliberation. “Have been since the start, really.”

The confession makes the hero light up like the sun, and a future with them suddenly doesn’t feel so life-ending. Maybe they can work with this afterall.

Taglist: @criohfreeze

#writing #creative writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #writblr #a date in exchange #heroes and villains #hero x villain #we did it lads!!!!! a series with an ending!!!!!! #anyways. this was the one that made me remove my tumblr from my portfolio. i wonder if you can guess why #nsfw? kinda?? depends where your limit is cause mine for writing it is Not High #also hiiiiii criohfreeze im SORRY i forgot to tag you in the last one so. were here now

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Mats Hummels words: 1690 🙃 once I started, I couldn't stop. request: Mats - She - 500 – 900 - First of all, I loved your to love all of me series, so my idea is kind of related to it. An OC who works at BVB, is just the average late twenties girl and fancies Mats is on the same train as he is (randomly), and it's Christmas, and then the train breaks down or has to stop because of the snow storm and he realises that he's seen her before. Lil' fluffy where Mats it's his usual flirty self and she's just surprised that he's even talking to her... Hope this is good enough. I'm so sorry if it's not, I usually don't request things...

“We regret to inform you that with the current snowstorm making it difficult to navigate and rail signal issues at the next station, the train you’re currently on is coming to a stop until we can navigate safely. We apologise for any inconvenience that this may cause.”

This is the last thing that she wants to hear on the overhead tannoy as her stomach begins to rumble. Sighing, she reaches forward and checks her travel mug, swirling the contents around inside only to realise that she’s almost out of her drink. Her apartment is no doubt shrouded in darkness and freezing cold and though she thought about grabbing some food before she boarded the train and completing her grocery shop so that she didn’t have to do it when she did get off at her stop, she chose not to and now she wants to kick herself. It didn’t help that the train that she’d boarded was a local one and not intended for long routes, therefore there was no food and drink trolley to be able to make use of. 

Snow had begun to fall as she’d left the Dortmund training facilities but she didn't believe that it would stick or settle but this is proving otherwise a bad idea. She lowers the book that she’s been reading, resting it in her lap but not before sliding a bookmark between the pages. The thought of folding over a page corner makes her feel a little nauseous; even though she commits the ultimate cardinal sin to many by taking glee in breaking the spine of the books. Spines she can do, but pages felt like a step too far. It was bad enough in her opinion that she’d take the books into the bathroom while she laid in the bath; making it so the the sides of the pages would wrinkle where her fingers had held it. Bad enough that the pages never fully straightened back out and would forever have a slight water mark tinge to them. This one was near enough perfect. Except for it’s spine. 

Conversations break out as people begin to try and peer out of the windows, cupping their faces against the glass to try and spot where they are and further panicked conversations ensue. She gets it. No-one wants to be stuck on a train in the middle of seemingly nowhere at this time of year with no real timeframe of when things are going to be up and running again. 

She watches as parents begin to look horrified at the thought of trying to occupy their children on here for even longer than planned. Some people groan before pulling out a, presumably, work laptop and begin to fire it back up. 

may as well make a start on tomorrow’s tasks while you have nothing better to do, I guess, she thinks as she takes a small sip of her drink. 

Some couples bring out their snacks, tearing open packets of potato chips and begin to share them between one another; even being neighbourly by offering some to the nearby children after checking with their parents of course. It was simple acts like these that never failed to restore some hope for humanity. 

She continues to scan around her, careful not to let her gaze linger too long on any set of people, not wanting to make them feel uncomfortable, when she finally notices someone she didn’t expect to see. Dark curls tumble beneath the beanie that keeps his head warm. Thick dark lashes line the eyes which are framed by glasses. Perfectly maintained facial hair covers his upper lip and jaw line to highlight his lips in such a way that never fails to make her stare. And to her dismay, she finds that he’s now staring right at her. 

Heat floods her cheeks and she abruptly turns away, mentally scolding and kicking herself for doing so. It was hard enough keeping calm in work when she was around him, let alone now. She wants to pick up her book again, her fingers are already tracing the edging of the pages for the bookmark that she’d placed there previously but out of her peripheral vision, she can already see that he rises up out of his seat and approaches hers. 

“I thought it was you,” he beams. 

So he’d been watching her? But why? she thinks. “Yep, it’s me.” She tries to laugh it off but it sounds strained. She hopes he doesn’t pick up on it but how could he not? It was painful to hear. Trying to find something to do so that she’s not staring at one of the men that she’s been working alongside for a while now, she moves her bag from beside her and allows him to sit down. 

Before she’s able to slip the book into her bag, Mats places a hand on top of hers, freezing her movements as he tilts his head to look at the title. He could, of course, have looked on the side of it, but this feels much more personal. “Interesting choice. I wouldn’t have had you down as one for historical romance.”

“No? What kind of books did you think I’d read?” The fact that Mats had given any thought as to what she read makes her stomach flip.

“Something that didn’t involve hands slipping beneath petticoats for one.”

“Ah but it’s the romance and pinning of it all.”

 “Tell me,” he says, turning his torso so that he’s almost facing her and pushes his glasses back up his nose. She hadn’t noticed them slip but he had. “Are you one for only a happily ever after or are you content with a story ending, even if there’s no happy ending, but you enjoy the journey regardless of the outcome?”

She mulls his question over as he waits patiently. “If the ending fits, then it’s worth it. I hate to see a happy ending thrown in there when it didn’t fit, just for the sake of getting that HEA.” she takes another sip of her drink and grimaces at the cold liquid. 

“Not nice?” he enquired as he considered her answer. 

“Cold.” She replies and puts it aside. 

“I have a latte if you want some?” He gestures to the travel mug that he has with him. “It should still be hot. Or warm at the very least.” A kind gesture that in a way, takes her back. She never thought that Mats was selfish, but they aren’t exactly friends in the workplace. They’ve certainly never held a real conversation past what they were doing at the time, certainly not enough interaction for her to have assumed he’d have thought about what kind of person she is and what kind of genre consumer she was. But to offer her some of his own drink, from his own cup, was an intimate gesture that she would have thought he’d have reserved for friends or someone he was in a relationship with. And there was certainly no reason for him to initiate conversation now with her because of this.

“Oh, you don’t have to.” She tries to brush it off, not wanting to make him feel as though he had to offer and was on the spot to do so. 

“I know I don’t. But I am. Don’t worry,” he pushes open the top, blows onto the top layer of the liquid before taking a sip himself. Usually a noisy drinker would drive her crazy but the slurping is on purpose. “See, I drank from it. If I’ve poisoned it, then I’ve poisoned myself too. And then my plan definitely isn’t working.”

“You mean…you orchestrated the snow storm yourself?” she feigns surprise, widening her eyes for effect.

“I had to leave training midway through too to bust the signal box further up, to make it a little more realistic.” Mats gives her a wink which earns him a laugh from her. 

Now relaxed, she accepts the mug which he still holds out for her and she tentatively blows over the surface too before taking a drink herself. He was right. It was hot enough to warm her bones but without scolding her mouth. And strangely enough, he takes his latte the same way that she does. 

“It’s good.” She comments as she tries to hand it back. 

“Keep it for a bit. I’d forgotten about it to be honest before I saw yours. And of course it’s good, it’s mine.”

Had it been anyone else having this interaction with her, then she might have thought that they were trying to flirt with her. But surely he, Mats Hummels himself, isn’t doing that? Surely he’s just being polite, because why would he want to flirt with her? She’s still surprised that he’d not only stood up and taken the initiative to speak with her when he could have just kept his head down and remained alone for the rest of the journey and hoped that no-one recognised him.

“You don’t have to sit here with me if you don’t want to,” she says, giving him a way out but instead, Mats removes his coat and folds it carefully over his lap and proceeds to make himself a little more comfortable instead. 

“I want to. And I still need to find out more about this pining that you do. What does a man need to do to get this reaction?”

 “That’ll take some time to tell you that,” she laughs, not wanting to dive in, just in case he’s kidding and doesn’t really want to know. 

“Then it’s a good thing we have plenty of time until the train starts moving again, isn’t it?” He asks, dark eyes staring into her in ways that make her want to clench her thighs together, swallow hard and make herself a little more comfortable. She has no idea how long she’ll be sitting next to the man that never failed to make her weak but she gets the feeling that he’s going to do everything he can to make her struggle to regain control over herself.

#mats hummels one shot #mats hummels imagine #mats hummels blurb #mats hummels drabble #mats hummels fanfic #mats hummels fanfiction #mats hummels fluff #football imagine #football one shot #football blurb #football drabble

[ophexis]

I've returned from my supply run earlier and I'm happy to say I shall be making not one, but TWO whole recipes from the neopets cookbook! Mostly it's just that the one I really wanted to make was very simple, and would have left me over with ingredients that the second recipe uses, so it works out perfectly lmao.

Anyway I shall now speak of the Neopets Cookbook and what I think of it in between two rounds of Sakhmet Solitaire.

The Neopets Cookbook came out last year and it was one of those things I: 1) never expected to happen 2) didnt even consider being a possibility 3) makes so much sense

They only tell you how to make like 3-4 omelettes but it's really just omelette+toppings so you can be creative.

Neopets has a gajillion food items, and while a good chunk of it is questionnable, theres a lot I wanted to eat irl as a kid lmao. I'm happy that all recipes in the book are actual neopets food items rather than just like, neopets-shaped cookies or whatever. I do kinda wish the book was bigger to have more recipes in it. The recipes for main meals are a bit sparse and you will mostly find snacks and desserts.

This cookbook does expect that kids will be picking it up, so the recipes are on the simpler side, and there are several warnings throughout the book about being careful with knives and to not burn yourself. If you're an experienced cook, you're not gonna learn much or discover anything new in this book, but if you've just started cooking on your own (or have kids) this could be a really good starter book! The recipes mostly count on the presentation to be fun rather than the use of unique ingredients and techniques and stuff.

You go you funky little gay neopets

There are many many recipes that include tips on how to make meaty recipes vegetarian or vegan, on how to make vegetarian recipes vegan, or how to make a lot of the recipes gluten-free.

It's super colorful, has a TON of photos of the foods, and specifically at least one photo for EVERY recipe! Which you may discover through my journey with these books is, for some gods forsaken reason, not always a given! So the Neopets cookbook gets a gold star for the beautiful giant photos of the food on every page, and the cute neopets art spread throughout. There's also some templates you can photocopy at the end to decorate with.

The two recipes I'm gonna make this week are the Hot Dog Burrito, which I might do tomorrow and the Space Quesadilla, which I will do……either wednesday or thursday depending on my mood lmao.

tl;dr:

GOOD: Great for beginners! Photos on every recipe! SUPER colorful! Really fun presentation! Fun for the whole family! Great party food ideas!

LESS GOOD: Recipes on the simpler side! Tends to depend on store-bought items! (which is fine but less stuff is made from scratch) The food might not be mindblowing but it'll be fun as heck!

"Let's get cooking!"

If you want to have another look at this book I suggest watching Misohungrie's review of it where he cooks 3 meals from the book and shares his thoughts!

#Phex cooking adventures #neopets #misohungrie is a good channel if you wanna see reviews of all these cookbooks btw

[aidanchaser]

When You Let A [Kitty Cat] Cure Your Bellyache

part of the @mlsquaredance 2023 Buffet Remixes

Remixed from When You Let A Ladybug Cure Your Bellyache by wyomingparmesan (@wyomingparmesan)

beta'd by @rosekasa

Read on Ao3 or below

Adrien was having a miserable day, but he knew what would make it better. It was practically second nature by now to set his phone to play a recording of his practice sessions, drop it on the music desk of his piano, and slip out the window all in the single breath of, “Plagg, claws out!”

It wasn’t just becoming Chat Noir that made his day better. It was a specific rooftop on a specific balcony that was home to a specific friend.

Time with Marinette always cheered him up. It was so easy to become lost in whatever project she was working on, or even just to indulge in the warm comfort of her parents’ baking. Her smile was infectious, her stress was overwhelming, and her food was perfection. It was the best escape he could think of.

But when he arrived on the roof of Tom and Sabine’s Boulangerie and Patisserie, the balcony was empty. There was no sign of Marinette with school work spread around her, or sketches of her latest project, or freshly made snacks.

He supposed it wasn’t fair of him to assume that she would be home on a Sunday. She had friends, friends that she was allowed to see and hang out with. But, unable to help himself, he peeked through her window. In the gap between the flimsy pink curtains, he could see her lying on her bed, fully dressed, on top of her covers.

He used his baton to double-check the time. Ten in the morning seemed a bit early for a nap.

He put his hand on the window pane, merely to steady himself, but it fell open beneath his touch. He tumbled inside, and his quick reflexes turned a disastrous fall into a neat tuck and roll. He popped up at Marinette’s bedside and merely stared down at her, unsure how to introduce himself after that entrance.

She wasn’t napping. She looked right up at him, eyes furrowed confusion, with one hand pressed against her stomach and the other half-way to a box of bonbons.

Chat Noir’s first instinct was to apologize for entering unannounced and uninvited, but the chaotic urge for quips was always so much more pressing than his lifetime of lessons on good manners. “You’ll get sick if you eat too many of those,” he said.

Marinette pouted up at him and popped another bonbon in her mouth. “When did you become a doctor?”

“Last week,” he said. “Left my labcoat at home, though. Let’s see… I think the diagnosis is… lazy Sunday morning?”

She rolled her eyes. She looked uncannily like Ladybug when she made that face, which only made him grin. His day of distraction was already going excellently.

“I’m not having a lazy Sunday,” she grumbled, “I’m…” but she didn’t finish. “It’s… just a stomachache,” she finally said, and reached for another chocolate.

Chat Noir opened his mouth tell her that maybe soup would be a better choice than chocolates if she had a stomachache—medical doctor or not, he at least knew that much—when it occurred to him that maybe she had exactly the sort of stomachache chocolate would help with.

So instead of another attempt at wit, he collapsed right onto her stomach, stretching the wrong way across her bed.

“Oomph—Chat!” She groaned and tried to shove him off, but he only settled in.

“Consider me your purr-sonal heating pad,” he grinned.

“You dork,” she grunted and shoved him again. But she didn’t protest any further. Instead, she rested her hands on his back. One of her fingers fidgeted aimlessly with his belt.

“Is it working?” he asked.

She was silent for a long moment before finally admitting, “Yes.”

He grinned and closed his eyes as her hand drifted from the small of his back, up his neck, and into his hair. A low rumble started in his chest and curled around the back of his throat—a quiet, contented purr. His purrs were rare things, only finding their way out of his chest when he was perfectly content, and that didn’t happen very often.

“How’d you know this would help?” she murmured as her fingers played lazily with his ears, mimicking the twirling her other hand was still doing around his belt.

He folded his hands under his chin and tipped his head up, into her touch. “My mom used to get really bad stomach pains,” he said. “My dad would buy her chocolates and wine and flowers.” He bit down on his tongue, afraid he might say too much and give himself away.

It wasn’t just his father that would comfort his mother through her aches. Adrien used to curl up in his mother’s lap and watch her movies with her. He’d spend an entire day curled up against her, warm and content in her embrace. When he was younger, he’d felt guilty for liking when his mother would get ill, but she had explained to him that it wasn’t really an illness. It was a chronic condition, related to her inability to have children, and she’d told him that he was her miraculous angel. She’d often called him an angel, but that was the first time he had almost believed her.

Marinette’s hands stilled in his hair and on the small of his back. “You’ve never talked about your family before.”

“Well—secret identity and all.” And it occurred to him that he had stopped purring.

She shifted beneath him in an attempt to sit up. He rolled over ever so slightly, still pinning her legs down, still providing warmth and pressure as she curled over him.

“It sounds like your dad really loves your mom,” she finally said.

“Yeah, he did. I mean—he does.”

Marinette tipped her head and furrowed her brow as she looked down at him, but before she could ask him any more questions, he shifted his weight and dug an elbow into her thigh. She flinched and reflexively jerked her knees up into his gut, throwing him off of her.

He tumbled to the floor and gave her an upside down grin. Her concentrated expression, though, was unfooled.

But she didn’t ask anymore questions. Instead, she scooted over before laying back down, careful to make enough room for him on the bed next to her.

Chat Noir accepted her invitation.

As he laid down beside her, he pressed one hand into her stomach and tucked the other one behind his head, creating his own makeshift pillow and ignoring the dozens Marinette had clustered at the head of her bed. He ran the pads of his fingers along the curve of her stomach, softly but firmly.

Her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, but she dropped one hand over his shoulder so she could continue playing with his ears. The other found its way to his hand on her stomach, where it trailed absently along the lines of his tight, leather-like gloves that cloaked his hands.

He couldn’t help but wonder, as he so often had with Ladybug, what it would be like to feel her skin against his properly.

In a voice hardly above a whisper, she said, “Thank you, Chat.”

“Any time,” he murmured against her cheek.

“You know if…” She gnawed on her lower lip and Chat Noir had to stifle a smile. He always loved watching Marinette work through a difficult problem. She didn’t have the finesse that his lady did, but there was a stubborn streak shared between them.

“If you really are a stray kitty,” she said, “then you could, I don’t know, stay here if you liked.”

He laughed and the bell at his throat jingled as he moved. “I believe that I am well-collared.”

Her lips twitched with a poorly suppressed grin. “Do you have a tag somewhere with your home address?”

“Tucked somewhere in this tight suit is a card that says, ‘If lost, return to Ladybug.’”

She laughed, finally, and it felt good to hear her laugh. His purr crawled its way back into his throat.

She turned to look at him and their noses brushed. “I was resigned to having a miserable day,” she said, and her breath was warm against his lips, “but I’m glad you turned up.”

He wanted to quip something about leaving her window open, something about cat burglars, something witty and charming rolled into one, but he found words hard to form as his nose was overwhelmed by the strawberry of her lip balm and the chocolate on her breath.

She tipped her head, ever so slightly. He didn’t know if it was an invitation but he leaned in anyway, offering an invitation of his own, and she accepted. Their lips met and his tongue flooded with all the bittersweet scents in her mouth. His hand stopped pressing into her stomach and instead shifted to her hip, gripping her like he was afraid she might slip away. Her hand, similarly, wound through his hair and pulled him against her.

It was the least chaste kiss Chat Noir had ever had, and he wondered if it was because he was Chat Noir or if it was something in Marinette. If it was her, it was a side of her he didn’t know, but he was glad to get a glimpse of it.

She pulled away, and her blue eyes seemed to burn with the heat of stars, hot and white and glistening.

“Do kisses on your face help your tummy?” he asked.

For an answer, she leaned into another kiss.

The initial fire of the kiss dimmed into simmering coals. Her grip in his hair loosened, but her hands still pressed against his skull and held him close. He let his hand on her stomach go back to firm circles near her pelvis. They kissed until the taste of chocolate waned and he could no longer tell the difference between her taste and his own.

The only thing that forced them apart was the sound of heavy footsteps on the ladder below Marinette’s room.

“Marinette!” her father called. “Your mother and I just finished some chocolate croissants!”

And as the hinges of the trapdoor creaked, Chat Noir choked on his own lazy purr. He slipped out the window he had come in as fluidly as water passing through the neck of the bottle. He perched on her roof and listened to her, with a rather flustered voice, thank her father for the sweets, and assure him she hadn’t been doing anything—“Just texting Alya!” she said in a voice pitched several registers above her natural tone.

Chat Noir glanced back in the direction of his home, wondering if his father had uncovered his own deceit yet.

He’d never shared so much of himself with anyone, not as Chat Noir, and rarely as Adrien. But, whatever Marinette took away from his brief story, he wasn’t a stray. He had his own home; he had Ladybug; and if he ever needed it, he knew that he would be more than welcome here.

#miraculous square dance 2023 #ml fanfic #ml fic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #marichat #sick fic #rated T for menstruation mention #im so excited about this event #prepare for a new one shot every weekend from now til december

[autodialog]

That feeling that something is missing

Hey.

So, the prodigal son returns.

Work has been hell and life got busy.

Too busy for me? That's not good. You need me.

I know. You know my wife left her job after 16 years, right? Well she planned on taking a month off just to get her bearings, and then she was notified by an ex-coworker at their place of work and so she went ahead and interviewed. Three times. Things went well.

Good. As long as she got time to relax and prepare for whatever comes next.

Yeah, well, I didn't prepare for the new she got today that she didn't get the job. It's been four weeks since her last day of work.

And what? You're begrudging her her time? How many years did she carry you through unemployment and part time work?

Several. I was perfectly fine with her taking a month off. Even more. I'm in full support of it. But ...

What? Mortgage is due?

Yeah. When we got married I had just lost my job and it took a while to find my footing. She didn't complain. We were used to being poor and living off of loans from the bank of Mom and Dad. We can't do that now. Our rent has tripled since we bought the house.

It's called a mortgage. It means you're paying yourself, in a way, but that's not bothering you. What's really bothering you?

The fact that I am suddenly, for the first time in years, concerned about money. I am afraid of losing this house. I am afraid that my paycheck isn't enough to pay the bills and keep food on the table.

And you have a cushy job.

It's the kind of place where a $2,000 end of year bonus comes with an apology that it's not bigger. That used to be two months rent right there. That was a lot of cushion, and I need a bigger cushion these days.

All you're doing is whining. Go back to the basics. Can you force her to go back to work?

No.

Can you be a jerk about it and start teasing her about being jobless?

Yes.

Will you?

No. Of course not.

But you think it's a possibility, and that's the problem. It's not that she carried you and now you carry her. That's transactional relationship bullshit and that's not who you two are and you know it. You two are a team. A unit. What you have is a small community greater that the parts. That's worth something.

It's worth everything.

Even your peace of mind? Because that's what you're sacrificing right now. Your marriage is supposed to increase your peace of mind and your equanimity.

My marriage is not the threat. My ability to provide is the threat. I work hard, and I bring home a nice paycheck but it's not enough.

So live smaller. You know how to do that. Do you really need to spend money on bags of snacks when you have popcorn? Do you really need all that bottled water when you live in a city with clean water that tastes great? Do you need to eat out every night?

Hey, we don't eat out every night.

You caught me. Sometimes I overreact. It's my ugly side. But you get the drift ,right?

Yeah. We can live small. Not as small as we used to, but we can live small.

And you can remind her that the two of you will be all right. There's always the bank of mom and dad.

No, I don't want to go there again.

Pride?

Retired. They're comfortable but they're scaling back. It makes sense. I don't want to ask them for money because probably I don't need to. I just need to focus on what's in my power.

That's a shitty way to think about it.

What language is there? The dichotomy of control is a poor translation, but we don't have a better term.

Discernment of Causes. You came up with that.

It hasn't caught on. Not for anyone, even myself.

But it's exactly what it is. You are the direct cause of a small number of things in your life. The rest, even though you concern yourself with them, don't rely on you to exist as they exist. They'll be fine without you.

Thanks for the vote of encouragement.

You know what I mean. You're right, though, the English language doesn't work very well in this situation. You can only control your actions and your reasoned thought. Agreed?

Agreed.

So this thing happened. She's probably bummed.

She is, yeah.

And you've told her that you love her and that things will be all right?

The first, but not the second.

Why the everliving fuck not?

Because I'm not sure it will be.

Ah. You're stuck in the future. Friday afternoons are a stupid time to think about the future. What to do over the weekend, yeah, but beyond Sunday is a Monday problem. You'll deal with it then. You'll approach it the same way you approach everything else, like an emotional wreck.

Boy, you're just full of cheerleading energy today.

Lizardbrain. It gets me, too. No, you are a rational person who solves problems. You want to solve this problem right now but there is nothing you can do to solve it. The problem is you are trying to get your wife a job so you'll feel better and that's a stupidly selfish reason. You want security? Commit a crime so heinous they throw you in jail for the rest of your life. At least the days will be predictable. Even you'd get bored in a jail cell. So, if you can't solve that problem, what problem can you solve right now.

The fact that my wife is unhappy and pessimistic about her future.

Yup. So what are you going to do about that?

#dichotomy-of-control

[borathae]

“Jungkook still likes to rile you up, he just can’t help it. Especially now when you and him are living together, he can’t help but act up from time to time just to experience the thrill of being punished.”

~ Requested by a lovely anonie ~

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU

Warnings: brat!Jungkook, sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, BDSM, clear D/s roles, goddess as a title, Kook wears a leather harness with arm restraints & leather booty shorts, anal play, rimjob, use of a buttplug, anal fingering, rough pegging, hair pulling, spanking, choking, sexual mind games (it’s good stuff), licking (you’ll know what I mean with that), multiple forced orgasms, belly bulging, there is also a hint of good boy!Kook in here, and the softest most loving aftercare ever

Wordcount: 12.4k 

a/n: It is finally here. Part Two to Bratty! I hope this is what you had imagined dear anonie! I most definitely had lots of fun writing it, tbfh I had too much fun because that shit will haunt me for life 🥴 I mean it, this story controls my brain now ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˡᵒʷᵏᵉʸ ʳᵉᵐᶦⁿᵈˢ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵃᵒˡ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ ᶦ ˢᵃᵈ 🤧😩💕

You come home to unfolded laundry. It wasn’t your turn to fold them but that of your boyfriend. Said boyfriend was currently not in the living room with you and the laundry he was supposed to fold. You know what that means. Jungkook never – never – abandons a good pile of laundry voluntarily unless he wants to rile you up. 

You sigh and drop your bag on the sofa. 

"I'm home!" you call out. 

He won’t answer you. He normally comes running at the sound of your voice to greet you according to your rules. One tight hug and a loving smooch to the lips. 

This evening you know that he won’t answer you because he knows that it annoys you oh so perfectly. 

You sigh again. Oh, he is playing with fire here. 

"Fine with me. Two can play this game. I'm just gonna make myself something to eat", you murmur under your breath and take on your journey to the kitchen. You need to come down from the stress of work before making time for your boyfriend first. If you don’t, you will actually grow mad at him and take it out on him and he doesn’t deserve that. 

Jungkook cooked something for you, which was nice and lovely, but he left the kitchen in a complete mess. 

You groan. 

He really thought of everything, didn’t he? Nothing gets you angrier than a messy kitchen. And that is why he cleans it thoroughly on normal days, but tonight all you get is piles of dirty dishes and unwiped counters. 

Oh he's good. He is dangerously good. The sight is able to send annoyance through your veins. Should you abandon the food and go to him straight away?

"No, food first”, you decide, “he can wait", you murmur and open the container of food. You need nourishment after a long day at the office and the food your boyfriend made was too delicious to miss out on. 

After the meal, you open your snack drawer for a little sweet snack. You were looking forward to your favourite chocolate bar the entire day, only to end up finding the empty wrapper crumpled up in its stead.

"That's it", you growl, throwing the wrapper on the counter, "he's too good. Way too good", you grumble as you stomp off to your bedroom. 

Jungkook can keep the mansion messy or ignore your greetings, but eating your favourite chocolate bar? Ohoho this was the last stroke. Someone is asking for a good punishment. 

"Jeon Jungkook", you barge through the door and halt. 

There he was. Your brat of a boyfriend, wearing nothing but his favourite leather harness and booty shorts that say Use Me on the back.

He is currently bent over, "looking for something on the floor" when you barge in. Like this his thighs and ass are being shown off most deliciously.

"Oh hey there baby", he says, wiggling his ass tauntingly. 

"You ate my chocolate." 

"Did I?" he wiggles his butt and straightens up with a sensual arch of his back. He turns, giving view to the melting chocolate bar between his fingers. 

Your jaw clenches. 

"That was yours?" he asks innocently, wrapping his lips around the sweet treat and keeping up eye contact. 

You feel a coil turn in your stomach. Oh he is so infuriating, it is getting you all hot. 

"Yes Jungkook. That. Was mine." 

Jungkook releases the chocolate with a loud bop of his lips and pouts tauntingly as he tilts his head back slightly. He is literally asking to be ruined by you.

"Well, I was hungry", he says nonchalantly and takes a big bite of the sweet treat. 

"That's it. You are going to fall to your knees and beg for my forgiveness. Now." 

He snickers and takes another bite. 

"Can’t I finish my chocolate bar first?" 

"You mean my chocolate bar?" 

Jungkook takes another bite and smiles tauntingly. His lips and fingers are covered in chocolate, taunting you even more. 

"Get on your knees." 

He shakes his head, "don't wanna." 

You click your tongue, ridding yourself of your earrings and rings and rolling up your sleeves. 

Jungkook watches you with hungry precision. 

"On", you grab him by the throat, "your knees. Brat." 

Jungkook swallows heavily, falling to his knees with a needy moan.

"That's better", you taunt and tilt his head up, "that’s where you belong. Now beg." 

"I didn't do anything wrong." 

"You didn’t?" you drag your thumb over his chocolate covered lips, picking up the sugary treat to lick it off your thumb, "from what I can taste, you did." 

"You bought it with my money, so technically it's mine", he taunts and eats the last piece. 

You clench your jaw and grab a bundle of his hair to twist it harshly. 

"You're really pushing my buttons tonight brat", you spit, forcing his head back. 

He groans, chewing becoming a lot more difficult in this position. 

"That's it, go on chew. That's what you get for stealing from me", you bark, watching him struggle with amusement in your chest.

Jungkook keens, doing his best at chewing and later swallowing, scalp burning under your fingers and cock straining against the leather shorts. 

He opens his mouth, showing you that he had swallowed all of it. 

"The fingers too."

Jungkook eyes his messy fingers before he looks up at you with pleading puppy eyes. He knows what will come. 

"Now", you growl, twisting his hair painfully.

"Ah!" he lets out, squeezing his eyes shut. 

You watch him open his mouth and guide his shaky fingers to his tongue. Three at once because he knows that is what you expect from him. He opens his eyes and finally wraps his lips around his digits. He sucks slowly, hesitantly almost, watching you with bated breath. This can’t be it, he thinks, heart racing like crazy in his chest. 

"That's it, suck them clean", you spit and wrap your fingers around his wrist. Here it comes, he thinks, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation. 

You fuck his face with his own fingers roughly, using the leverage on his hair and wrist to your advantage. Jungkook mewls and gags, struggling with the feeling of having three of his own fingers down his throat. 

"There we go, choke on them. That's what you get for being such a bratty boy", you taunt, watching him squirm and drool. Oh how pretty he is when he covers his hand in his own spit. Oh how perfect he is when he is choking and can’t talk back. 

Jungkook gags, opening his eyes just so you can watch them roll to the back of his head as yet another gag shakes his torso. 

You pull his hand back and give him a short break, inspecting his fingers for any chocolaty residue. 

"Myng godessgn", his words are muffled by his fingers, eyelids opening and closing slowly. Almost droopily even. 

"That's not clean enough. Again", you spit and force him to take his fingers again, "I don't want to see anything on them the next time I pull them out." 

Jungkook keens and chokes, relaxing his jaw so he can take the rough fuck better. He is panting through his nose, tongue working tirelessly to fulfill your wish. Anything to soften your heart, anything to make you see how willing he is to take his punishment. 

He gags and convulses, gasping quietly when you finally pull his fingers free. 

"That's better. Now you’re all clean", you praise, drying his fingers by wiping them on his own face. 

Jungkook shivers and groans, head feeling dizzy from all the wet paths on his face. He opens his eyes slowly and gazes up at you, cock throbbing at the sight of your face. You still look so angry with him. 

You drop his hand without warning, making him flinch as it hits his own thigh.

"Perfect", you say and in one rough motion you force him face first into child's pose. You were careful not to actually smash his face into the floor, but once the initial force has ebbed down, you keep him pressed to the floor with a strong hand on the back of his head. 

Jungkook mewls and keens, back heaving up and down quickly. 

"Beg." 

He shakes his head, earning himself a rough push on his head. He squeaks cutely. 

"Beg." 

"I, I shouldn’t have eaten your chocolate bar. I'm sorry!" he exclaims in a shaky voice. 

"There we go", you smile and make him sit up again, "I accept your apology." 

Jungkook's forehead is reddened from being pressed into the floor, his eyes glassy in pleasure and barely open and his nipples are so incredibly swollen and hard that it is almost making you laugh. He is such a slut.

"Green?" you ask.

"Yeah green", he answers you and smiles drunkenly. 

Perfect. Just like you had thought. He wanted that punishment. 

"I know which shorts you are wearing." 

Jungkook shifts, squeezing his legs together in search of friction.

"Are they true to their words or just empty promises?" 

"Very true and very cleaned out." 

You smirk lazily. 

"You put effort into this, didn't you?" 

Jungkook nods his head and reaches out to caress your calves. 

"Use Me, my goddess." 

You twist your fingers in the chest strap of his harness and pull harshly. Jungkook straightens up, lifting himself off the floor until he is at eye height with your ribs.

"You put your favourite harness on", you say and tug again, "there are shackles on the bed." 

"I know. That's why I put it on." 

You click your tongue at his tone, giving him a rough tug which makes his head bounce back and forth. 

"So rude." 

"Sorry", he slurs, not actually meaning it. 

It earns him one click of your tongue and a gentle slap to his face and then you already let go of him and turn to retrieve the matching leather shackles from the bed. Then you turn back to him just in time to watch the eager swallow he does. 

You walk back to him, letting the shackles tangle from your pointer finger. 

Jungkook shifts on the floor, fingers twitching on his thighs. He truly wants to put his wrists together for you and make it easy, but tonight. Oh tonight, being good just...feels so impossible to him. 

"Give me your wrists", you order. 

Jungkook shakes his head. 

"I said", you tug him up by the harness, "give me your wrists." 

"Come and get them", he challenges. 

"Tzt", you slap his face gently and drop his body.

You surprise Jungkook with how quickly you get a hold of his left wrist, making him gasp in surprise. You work quickly, securing the shackle around his wrist and connecting it with the ring hook at the back. 

Jungkook grunts and wiggles, fighting for freedom with the knowledge that he can’t escape. It is exhilarating really.

You reach for his right wrist. Jungkook is quicker, pulling it away so you end up grabbing air. 

Your eyes meet. The dark fire in your pupils makes his cock throb. 

You reach again, miss and grab air. 

"Jungkook", you warn in a dark growl.

He taunts you with a chuckle.

Again. Jungkook acted too slowly, your fingers are wrapping around his wrist with an iron grip. 

"Let. Go." He grunts and fights you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tightening even more as you force his arm to the back. It makes his muscles burn so nicely. 

"Stop fighting, you'll only end up hurting yourself", you warn, pressing his clenched fist against his shoulder blade. 

He tugs and fights, feeling the leather shackle wrap around his wrist despite the effort he puts in. Oh, this gets him hard like nothing else. There are only a few things better than you using your strength against him and showing him how weak he is in your hands. 

Click. 

The shackle connects with the hook, leaving him to squirm and tug and fight a fruitless fight. 

"There we go, all done", your fingers find their way into his hair and Jungkook feels his breath hitch in anticipation.

You play with his locks softly, riling him up more and more. 

"How are you doing? Are you in pain? Does something pinch?" you make sure. 

He shakes his head, "no, it’s comfortable and it doesn’t hurt." 

"Very well. You know what to do if it starts to hurt."

"I'll tell you, don’t worry", he assures you. 

Jungkook and you agree on many things, but there is one thing you agree on the most. You really like your dynamic. While you loved nothing more than to bend and break Jungkook to your will and Jungkook loves nothing more than to push your every last button until you explode and break him, you and him always – always – make time in your sessions to check up on the other. He could be feet up, head down tangling from his favourite x-cross as you whip him blue and purple and you could be calling him the rudest of names for disobeying you and you will still find a moment where you ask him in the fondest of voice if he was doing alright or what colour he currently was vibing with. And you could be burning in faux anger with your jaw clenched and pupils dilated as he was pushing your buttons restlessly and Jungkook will still find a moment where he makes sure in the most respectful of voices if you were still enjoying this and what colour you felt like. 

You and him truly, truly loved this about your relationship.

The fingers on his hair tighten then, pulling him back to his sweet reality. He still had a punishment to take. 

"Fuck", he croaks as you yank his head back roughly. 

"How should I use you…" you wonder out loud as you let your eyes travel over his heated features, "I should leave you like that for what you did. Shackled and with your pathetic cock straining against your shorts, while I take a long bath and read a good book."

Jungkook shifts restlessly, biting down on the tip of his tongue. Now that would be a real punishment. He didn’t go through all this effort of shaving and cleaning out and riling himself up in the process to then end up as your shackled sexdoll. 

You snicker at his silence, getting all the answers you needed. If you were only a little bit moodier tonight, you would go through with it, but truth be told, you had been fantasising about Jungkook’s butt the entire day. You woke up to his body snuggled into yours this morning. Both of you naked from last night's sleepy quickie and as you laid there, listening to his steady breathing as he kept on slumbering, you couldn’t help but concentrate on the perky slope of his butt as it was pressed against your lower stomach and crotch. And as you laid there and felt his butt against you, you couldn’t help but think back to all the times you pegged him in this position. That was your ruin as you then continued thinking about pegging your boyfriend's bubble butt the entire day. 

So yes, you were moody because he ate your chocolate bar, but on top of all of that, you were terribly needy for his ass around your strap. 

You twist his hair and force him to look into your eyes. 

"Do you want that? Mhm? To want to be left here all alone and needy?" you taunt him, because you can still find enjoyment in torturing him a little. 

"N-no", he stutters. 

"No? But...you ate my chocolate bar." 

Jungkook shifts, eyes filling with desperate panic. 

"Don't you think this would be a suitable punishment for you?" you ask and gasp then as if you had an idea, "perhaps I could masturbate in the bath too!" you exclaim and laugh. 

Jungkook’s face falls, his body growing restless and arms trying to fight their restraints.

"Don't worry, I’ll leave the door open just enough so you can hear me." 

Not long and you have him where you want him. You can see it in his eyes and watch it in the angry tugging he does. 

"You can’t watch of course. Only good boys get to watch their goddess masturbate." 

"Please don’t do this", Jungkook begs and in this moment, your world lights up in an array of colours. 

Oh he sounds so wonderful when he turns from bratty remarks to desperate begging. 

"No? You don’t want this?" you feign surprise. 

"No please my goddess use me instead", he begs and squirms. 

"Use you. Mhm", you twist his hair, "yes, use you", you repeat, forcing him down into the rug. Like this you have the perfect view of his behind.

Jungkook groans in surprise, tensing his thighs and ass. 

"I could use you, couldn’t I?" 

"Yes, please my goddess, please use me. Please don’t leave me here a-and masturbate w-without me. I, I put so m-much effort into, into t-this. U-use me, plea-please", Jungkook is so worked up that he begins stuttering and panting. 

"Okay", you tug him back up and hug his middle, "we're going to take a few breaths now, alright? Come on, breathe with me baby." 

You breathe with Jungkook, caressing his stomach as you do. 

"That's it, a few more", you encourage him softly. 

Soon his breathing calms down again, his body relaxing in your hold as his heartbeat returns to normal. You interrupted his racing mind at the right moment, just like you had thought. 

"Colour?" 

"Green, sorry I don’t know what happened", he says shyly.

"That's alright, how are you feeling? Need a break?”

“No. I’m fine, I’m really fine”, he insists, adding a quiet little “please?” at the end.

You smile and kiss his cheek.

“I understand. I'm going to continue now, alright?" 

"Yes, continue...unless you want to take a bath." 

You laugh softly. 

"No, I don’t think I want to. Your ass looks too good to resist."  

Jungkook shifts and lets out a shuddering breath. He feels himself being dragged down to his favourite mindspace again. Deeper and deeper until there is no return. 

"Now", your voice lowers as you feel yourself getting dragged down to your favourite mindspace, "back in the rug, brat", you order, forcing him back into his previous position. 

Jungkook moans and mewls, stomach clenching in excitement.

Your hands run over the swell of his well-sculpted butt a few times, getting a good feel of him. You always loved his ass. When your relationship was still strictly business, you always caught yourself staring at his ass whenever he left a room. And given how you so often had to hurry behind him as his personal assistant when he strutted through his company like the successful CEO he was, you got the view of his perky butt in tight slacks way more often than not. And even more often than not, you found yourself drooling at the sight and wishing to hold it just once in your life.

You are happy that you finally can, even better, that you can undress it on top of that. 

You pop open the buttons, which were framing the font, listening to the way his breathing hitched with every new button. 

Last one and the little flap falls open, revealing his framed ass to your viewing pleasure. 

"Oh? You shaved?" 

"I did", Jungkook says and he can’t help but put on his good boy voice for you. 

You smile at the sound of it, but don’t say anything. He'll only shy away if you do. 

Instead you touch his ass and begin massaging it greedily. 

Jungkook tenses up and lets out a shaky breath, turning his head to the side to watch you. 

Your eyes meet. He looks so impatiently patient, shivering with every touch and yet too deep into his good boy mindspace to beg for more. 

You give him a smirk, watching how it makes his back heave up in an excited gasp. 

Then you break your eyes away from his face and turn your attention to his butt instead, parting it for your tongue. 

“Oh my god”, he moans in surprise, widening his eyes comically big at the feeling of your wet tongue lapping at his rim. 

He clearly hadn’t expected that, which makes the whole experience just that much better for you. 

Jungkook blinks rapidly, raising his eyebrows and lips forming the perfect circle. 

“Oh, oh”, he moans, parting his lips, “ah – goddess – ah, hah ah.”

You go slow, wanting to memorise the feeling of his trembling rim and the taste of his skin. He tastes so good, better than your chocolate bar even. 

“I – ah, ah”, Jungkook wanted to speak, but his words died down in an instant as you circled the tip of your tongue over his hole in perfect patterns. 

He really hadn’t expected it. He really, really hadn’t. He was so ready to take your strap raw and unprepared. Maybe he even wished for it, even if it would have hurt at first. But now that he has your wet, warm tongue licking over his hole he realises that he was wrong. This feels so good that he wants to fucking scream. 

But he doesn’t scream because before he can, you end up wiggling your tongue inside of him and stealing his voice in the process.

“Ee-“, he squeaks and then he grows completely silent, opening and closing his mouth as he takes what you give him. 

Deep wiggles and fingernails digging into his cheeks. You want to feast on your boyfriend as if he was your dessert. In theory he was, that brat made sure that he was and as that thought courses through your brain, you can’t help but wiggle your tongue even deeper and force his rim to open up for you. 

He gasps and flinches away, regretting the decision when your mouth leaves him. 

“Don’t flee. How should I taste you if you keep flinching away like that?”

“I’m sorry”, he mewls, “I won’t do it again please.”

You dive down with a cocky smile on your lips, basking in the knowledge that the lazy rimjob got him so riled up that begging comes easy to him. 

Jungkook’s pretty hands clench to fists at the first contact of your tongue to his hole, clenching more and more the longer you lick at him. You watch it happening, finding it beyond beautiful how white his knuckles have already turned and you haven’t even truly touched his best spots. Just those slow licks up and down his rim and he is already grasping himself for support. 

Jungkook moans and arches his back as best as possible, allowing you to fully claim him like you had wanted to do before. 

You wiggle inside his tight hole and growl deeply, eliciting an even cuter moan from your blissed-out boyfriend. He is warm inside, so tight. He is clenching so much, his hole clearly isn’t used to the intruder yet. 

You just have to go deeper then, explore more of him, make him whine even sweeter. 

“So deep”, Jungkook sighs, resorting to keeping his mouth open afterwards and drooling all over the rug. 

That’s right. So deep. You are so deep inside of him right now that your nose is pressed against him. 

“Ah!” he moans and begins rutting back, which he once again regrets as you pull away from him. 

“I said no moving, didn’t I?” 

“No you said no flinching”, he throws back brattily.  

Spank. 

Jungkook flinches, grinding his teeth at the perfect burn. 

“Disobeying my rules and talking back?” 

Spank. 

Jungkook whimpers. 

“It is like you aren’t even trying.”

Spank. 

Jungkook bucks his hips to the front as if fucking the air would give him any sort of friction. Oh what a stupid little slut he is.  

“What is it brat? Is being good really that hard for you?” you taunt and spank his ass so harshly you make him mewl pathetically. 

“Is disrespecting your goddess really that easy for you?” 

Spank. 

Spank. 

Spank!

“Oh g-goodess.”

Spank! 

Spank! 

“Oh goddess, oh goddess, oh goddess.”

Spank.

His back arches in a sinful shudder, his hole clenching around nothing. 

Spank. 

“Talk to me brat.”

Spank. 

A whimper. 

“Is disrespecting me really all you are good at?” 

Spank. 

Spank. 

“I’m sorry!” 

Spank!

“I’m so sorry!” 

Spank! Spank!

“I’m such a disobedient boy!”

Spank. Spank. One soft caress then two more. 

“I’m a good for nothing brat! I’m sorry my goddess. I’m so sorry.” 

One last spank, his ass is so red and sensitive. 

“I’m begging you, p-please forgive me, my goddess”, he wails, digging his fingernails into his own palms. He wants to cum. He really, really wants to cum. One more spank and he fears that he will ruin those tight shorts with it. 

To his luck – but mostly dismay – you begin caressing his burning skin, soothing the pain gently. 

“That’s better”, you praise, parting his cheeks with your fingers, “are we going to misbehave again?” 

He shakes his head vigorously. At least for now he won’t, he can’t promise for the entire night, but at least for now he is going to try to behave. 

“I will take your word for it”, you say in a warning tone, sticking out your tongue to flick it over his pulsating hole quickly. 

“My goddess….” Jungkook sighs and squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut until he sees white sparks in the darkness. 

The sounds you are making are beyond lewd, so wet and sloppy with hungry growls in between. Jungkook just tastes so good, especially now when the spanking got him so hot and sensitive. 

“Delicious”, you moan, sucking on his rim before flicking your tongue over it in sloppy figures of eight.

Jungkook inhales shakily and exhales with a high-pitched, “ah, fuck”, body quivering under the continuous stream of pleasure coursing through his veins. 

You don’t eat his ass often. The reason being because rimjobs are reserved for good boys and Jungkook is far from being a good boy on most days. Perhaps that is another reason why tonight’s rimjob surprised him that much. Jungkook made sure that he was very far from being a good boy and yet he still ended up with your tongue wiggling itself into his sensitive hole. 

Jungkook can’t help but moan even louder than he does on his good boy days. It feels so intense tonight. So goddamn fucking intense. 

What he doesn’t know of is the almost insatiable hunger you felt for his butt since the morning. Not only did you fantasise about pegging him, you also fantasised about exploring him with your tongue and fingers. Now, you had planned on surprising him with an impromptu session after work and clearly hadn’t expected his desire to act bratty tonight, but you won’t complain. There is just something about the added factor of Jungkook being so not at all deserving of your rimjob that makes it ten times better. You blame it on the added aspect of being able to punish him for the most miniscule of things. 

Such as right now, as Jungkook, in his completely fucked out trance, bucks his hips back on accident and therefore smothers your face with his ass. 

The punishment is instant. Your tongue leaves his greedy hole, his voice cracks in a desperate moan. 

“I told you not to misbehave”, you growl and spank him hard enough that your palm burns afterwards. It leaves a deep red imprint on his pretty skin.

“It, it wasn’t on purpose. P-please my goddess don’t, don’t s-stop now”, he stutters, tugging at his restraints desperately. 

“Tzt”, you click your tongue, “no, with your continuous squirming it is no fun”, you say in faux annoyance. 

“I’m not gonna do it again! I promise!” 

“No, that’s not good enough. Your promises mean nothing at this point”, you say, breaking away from his body completely to leave him squirming for a little. 

“I promise! I promise! I promise!”

You merely laugh and give his perfect butt a soft spank. You distance yourself from him even more, crawling to the bed in a position where he can’t watch what you are doing no matter how hard he tries. It leaves him restless beyond recovery, he even tries to straighten up in an attempt to see better. 

“Stay. Down.” you bark from his right side, making the muscles in his back tense. 

So you are still in the room with him. By the bed, judging by the position of your voice. Jungkook finds himself grinding his hips against nothing at the pure thought of you looking at everything he left for you on the mattress. From buttplugs in all shapes and sizes to anal beads in all colours and materials and dildos in all lengths and girths. Jungkook meant it when he told you to use him. He is ready to take every single one of them for literal hours if that is what you want to use his ready hole for. 

He can hear a few clinks and clatters as you obtained what you wanted and now hurry back to him with the toys in your hands. You set them down on the towel in which you carried them in, watching how Jungkook tries to get a glimpse at your selection. 

“Are you curious what I chose?” you ask him, running your fingers up and down his butt. 

“Yes.”

“And you think a brat like you deserves to know?” 

He stays silent for a moment before he nods his head. 

“Want to say that again?” 

“I deserve it”, he says with his voice shaking. 

“Wow”, you laugh loudly, “I have never seen someone so delusional to his own situation as you.”

Spank. Just once, but enough to make him tremble. 

“I’m sorry”, he exclaims, voice trembling in panic. 

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” 

“Mhm sorry, so sorry”, he stutters, craning his neck to get a glimpse. 

Spank. 

“Ah!” he squeezes his eyes shut quickly, “wasn’t looking!” 

You genuinely laugh at his adorable nature, caressing his buttocks with tender hands. 

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut even harder, making your laugh grow in volume. 

“Gosh you are so cute”, you chuckle, spanking his ass playfully, “fine. You’ll get to look at one toy.” 

Jungkook opens his eyes and waits for it with bated breath. 

“Fuck, oh my goddess”, he groans, ogling the burgundy buttplug in your fingers. 

You wave it around teasingly, watching how he follows it with his gaze, almost as if he wanted to be hypnotised by it. 

“Do you want it?” 

“Yes”, he licks his lips, “please.”

“Really?” 

“Please, please, please.”

“What if I have even better toys with me? Are you sure that this is your final choice?” 

Jungkook falters. The burgundy buttplug is most definitely an amazing stretch and feeling, but it is not his favourite. It's way too small in the long run. There is this one black plug with a vibrator inside. That one is his favourite because it makes his prostate so fucking sensitive that he can cum like crazy from it. Just the thought that maybe, just maybe, you had that toy with you as well makes him doubt every decision he ever made. 

“What i-if I say no?” 

“Then you get none of them of course”, you explain with a taunting smirk on your tempting lips. 

Jungkook swallows heavily. 

“What if I say yes?” 

“Then you get only that and I mean only that.” 

“Only that?” 

“Yes, only that.”

Jungkook mewls inaudible, face morphing into that of pure devastation. What should he do? 

“Will you peg me if I say no?” he asks quietly, making you laugh your laugh. 

The laugh you always do when he asks a question, you think to be so terribly obvious already but then get surprised by how stupid of a slut he actually was. And Jungkook feels his stomach twist and tense at the sound, getting all the answers he needed.

Jungkook squirms and mewls. 

“My goddess.”

“What brat? Do you have your answer?” you taunt, dragging the toy up and down his pulsating hole. 

Jungkook is burning up, forehead creased in desperation. He doesn’t know what to do. He can either choose this tiny, unsatisfying buttplug to get fucked with or choose nothing at all and end up being edged like nothing else. Why would you do that to him? Oh he is so devastated. This is the hardest decision you ever put on him. 

“Answer me”, you stress, putting the softest of pressure on his rim. The toy won’t slip in because it is missing lube, but the pressure is still enough to make his toes curl.

“I’ll take it!” he blurts out. 

“You’ll take it?” you laugh again and this time around it is the kind which taunts him, “perfect!” 

Jungkook feels the cold trickle of lube on his rim, grinding his teeth because deep down he is sobbing in desperation. Now all he is going to get is a measly fuck with that measly toy. Oh, he wants to cry so bad. Why did he even put it on the bed in the first place? 

“Now take it”, you growl, pressing it against his hole to push it inside. 

“Hngngn”, Jungkook whines, fleeing the sensation. 

“Sssh, it’s almost in”, you soothe him, forcing him closer with a strong hand on his hips. 

“Goddess”, he can’t help but sigh, pressing his hips back to take the toy, “oh god, oh fuck.”

“There we go. All in”, you coo, fixing the toy inside of him to make it look pretty. 

Jungkook squirms and wiggles his butt, twisting his hands on his back in desperation.

It is so exhilarating to see him so desperate. You were so sure that he is going to demand for a fuck like the brat he was, but he ends up being silent as you let the plug rest inside of him with no intention of touching it. 

“Is that what you wanted?” you ask him with a dark smirk on your lips. 

“My goddess….” 

“It seems that it is”, you decide, despite knowing that the desperation in his voice was for a different reason. 

So you crawl to his front, tugging him up by his harness. Jungkook moans, eyelids fluttering repeatedly. You force him to sit down on his heels and it is making the plug shift inside of him. Jungkook goes crazy at the feeling because as much as he shifts and squirms it doesn’t just hit his prostate right.

“Move your head for me a little”, you tell him.

Jungkook obeys, rolling his head to get the stiffness out of his neck. He appreciates that you noticed, because he didn’t, but now that you made him aware that he needed a few stretches, it feels so very nice to have a change of position. 

“There we go”, you praise and scoot closer, “now what should I do with you when you got everything you wanted?” you taunt, hot breath fanning over his lips. 

Jungkook whimpers, chasing your body heat as he leans closer to you, ghosting his lips over yours and brushing his hard nipples against your chest. You let him kiss you sloppily, because it is obvious that he needed it. And sloppy it is, Jungkook is basically just licking into your mouth like a panting animal, covering half your lower face with his drool as well. 

It was Jungkook who broke the kiss, whimpering against your cheek as his hips rolled themselves over his own heels in search of that sweet, sweet pleasure.

"Look at you fucking yourself so well", you taunt. 

"My goddess", he pleads, chasing your lips again.

You move your head back with a chuckle, keeping him straightened with a tight grip on his harness. 

“I can’t do anything now that you’re doing all the work. Oh how sad.”

Jungkook chases you again, sobbing softly. You allow him to rest his forehead on your shoulder, soothing him by playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

He wants something. You know he does.

“What is it baby?” you ask him. 

Jungkook shivers and whimpers. 

“Go on, use your words.”

“I don’t want the plug”, he whispers squeakily.

“But…you said you did”, you gasp in fake surprise. 

“No”, he chokes out and shivers in a tiny sob, “fuck me please.”

“With the plug?” you know what he actually wants, but it just sounds so nice to hear it from his lips. 

“No, no your strap. Please my goddess, please I’ll be a good boy from now on. Just”, he sobs cutely, “don’t make me take that plug.”

“Look at me baby.”

Jungkook straightens up, furrowing his brows when the movement barely makes the plug move against his prostate. 

“You really think you can be a good boy from now on? Mhm? No bratty remarks?” you ask, cupping his face. 

“I’ll be good”, he whispers and parts his pouty lips as he melts in your embrace like chocolate drops in the sun. 

“I don’t think you will, but how can I resist you when you look that fucking handsome for me?” 

Jungkook’s face lights up at your compliment, eyes becoming sparkly. 

“Wanna stand up for me?”

“Yes my goddess”, he says, nodding his head vigorously. 

You help him, supporting him as he needs a moment to shake out his legs and squat a few times. The movement makes the plug shift again and Jungkook ends up seeking refuge in your arms, nose buried in the crook of your neck and hard cock rubbing against your stomach. 

“My cock hurts so much”, he whispers painfully, chasing the feeling with slow grinds. 

“Yeah?” you acknowledge him but don’t react, too busy with undoing his restraints. 

Click. Click. 

He sighs gratefully. His arms fall to the front and wrap around you in an instance. He squeezes your body, moaning against your neck as he rolls his hips against you. 

“I want to fucking cum”, he croaks, dragging the tip of his nose up your neck before he kisses it sloppily, "you make me want to cum my goddess. S-so much."

You feel so fucking powerful. Jungkook’s big body is towering over you in this position, holding you tightly and yet he feels so small in your embrace that it feels as if you are towering over him all along. And you are, you both know that you are. Even if physically you aren’t, mentally he is a tiny, fragile man right now and you are his beautiful, tall goddess. And he loves it. 

“Let go of me and go to the bed”, you order. 

Jungkook shakes his head. Well that promise didn’t last long. How amusing.

“Jungkook”, you warn. 

“But – “ 

“Be a good boy, just like you promised.”

“I’m sorry”, he murmurs, breaking away from you to drag his feet to the bed. 

He was ready to climb on it when a harsh tug to his hips stopped him. 

“Never said I want you on it, Bend down”, you order and force him down by the nape of his neck. 

Jungkook groans and parts his legs, feeling his thighs burn in the new position. 

“More.”

Jungkook tries to fulfil your wish as best as possible. 

“That’s it, now stay like this.”

You begin touching down his body, starting at his waist and making your way down to his ass. Jungkook is burning up in anticipation, waiting for the moment you finally do what you are planning on doing. 

Two of your fingers press against the plug, shifting it. 

Jungkook moans softly, but wants more. 

"I've been doing a lot to you already haven’t I? Are you still enjoying yourself?" you make sure. 

"Yes my goddess, I’m having so much fun", he sighs and wiggles his butt. 

"Good, I’m having fun too", you tell him, making him smile proudly.

You part his ass and tug on the plug, earning a soft moan from your boyfriend.

“Squeeze”, you order and Jungkook obeys.

You tug on it, watching the plug slip out of his hole easily. Lube drips out of him instantly, landing on the floor and soiling it. Yet another mess in your mansion he is responsible for. How disappointing. 

"You made a mess again." 

Jungkook trembles and clenches vigorously. 

"Sorry, I’m sorry", he pants, "i-it was an accident." 

You laugh. Oh he is so adorable. 

"That's alright", you drag your fingers down to his hole, "we just have to make sure it doesn’t happen again, do we?" 

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, parting his legs for your wandering hand. 

You give yourself a moment to explore his sensitive middle, dancing your hand to his front to run it over his constricted cock. Jungkook flinches, biting down on his lower lip and closing his eyes. 

"Oh you’re so hard", you observe, squeezing him. You round him so you could study his face while you rub him crazy over his shorts, "does it hurt baby?" 

"Mh-hm", Jungkook squeaks, straightening up and turning his head to rub his nose up and down cheek. 

The gesture lets you know that he is asking for something.

"What is it baby? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t talk to me", you say tauntingly, stroking his throbbing length faster. 

"Ah", he lets out breathily, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. 

"Don't", you warn, grinding your palm over his sensitive cockhead in punishment.

Jungkook whimpers and lets go of your wrist only to grab it a second later because you make him feel just way too good to function properly and he needs something to ground himself. 

"Cum", he whispers, pressing his lips against your cheek, "please." 

"You wanna cum?" 

"Hngnng" 

"Yeah? You wanna ruin your shorts?"

Jungkook pants and licks at your face. You chuckle. 

"Kook don’t lick my face like a stupid animal, use your words baby." 

"I'm stupid bunny, wanna cum", he slurs, dragging his lips over your face in sloppy, wet kisses.

"Yeah? And that stupid bunny wants to cum just like this?" 

"Mh-hm", he answers you and presses your hand closer to his aching cock.

"But then I'm not gonna peg you." 

His eyes open in an instance, fingers tightening around your wrist to pull you away.  

"Stop, please stop, please please please s-stop", he begs in a panicky voice. 

"Oh baby", you laugh loudly, running your hand up and down his shaft. 

"Please no more, please gonna cum please stop." 

"But you told me that you wanted to cum." 

"I lied! Don’t wanna cum, wanna play more." 

"Yeah?" 

He tugs on your wrist, nodding his head vigorously. 

"Very well then", you say and dance your hand back to his ass. 

You claim the space behind him, rolling slow circles on his hole. 

"My goddess", he sighs, bending forward so he can arch for you better. He places his hands on the mattress and sticks his ass out.

"That's it, support yourself", you praise, "hand me the lube baby." 

Jungkook feels for it, hitting the mattress until he finally feels the perfect coldness of the bottle against his fingertips.

He hands it to you.

"Open it, will you?" 

He obeys, opening it with shaking fingers. He reaches behind himself again, presenting the opened lube bottle to you. 

"Good boy, now get my fingers wet." 

Jungkook tries to cover your fingers as best as possible. He ends up spilling some on the sheets, which earns him a very disappointed click of your tongue. 

"So messy again." 

"Please don’t be angry please I didn’t mean to", he begs. 

You chuckle, staring at the back of his head. He shifts and squirms at the sound of your laugh. 

"I'm surprised at how well you are playing the good boy role. Is it hard baby?" 

"No, I’m a good boy for you. Such a good boy, so I wanna be rewarded", he says and he can’t help his voice from sounding just that tiny bit demanding. 

You smile. At least he hasn’t lost all of his bratiness yet. 

"Very well then." 

You press your lubed up finger against his rim, making his breath hitch. 

"Push your hips back for me." 

Jungkook obeys gladly, moaning your name as he sinks down on your finger. 

"There we go, taking me so well." 

You give him a little time getting used to your finger, moving it in and out of him slowly. You watch his back as you do, basking in the way his muscles flex with every thrust. Jungkook is moaning softly, lips parted and eyes closed tenderly. This is so much better than the plug, which is peculiar because the plug was thicker than your finger. Maybe he likes your finger just that much more because he can feel a piece of You like this, not just some boring silicon but you and your warmth and your soft skin. 

He does really miss the stretch though. Like really, really misses it. 

"One more", he demands and arches his back. 

"Didn’t you forget something?" 

He huffs out air, "...please?" 

"That's better", you praise, rewarding him by burying your pointer finger in his warm hole.

"My goddess", Jungkook moans breathily and smiles, "that feels so good." 

"Yeah? You like it?"

He nods his head and moans for you. It makes your stomach tingle. Your eyes flit to where you are burying yourself in him, watching his rim stretch around your digits each time you pull them out. It's so pink and cute, gosh that must be one of the prettiest sights ever. 

"You take me so well. You’re such a good boy." 

You curl your fingers, feeling for that sweet, sweet spot.

"Ah!" he exclaims and twists the sheets. 

Found it. You smirk and continue curling your fingers against the spot, basking in the high-pitched moans it forces out of your boyfriend. 

He really is the loveliest person ever. Always so vocal for you. Always warm and tight around your fingers. Oh he is so perfect. 

"One more!" 

If only he wasn’t such a bratty boy. You sigh and click your tongue.

"Jungkook, manners." 

He grunts, "please more." 

"There we go, it’s not that hard is it?" 

He doesn’t answer you, simply moans. You take it as agreement and bury yet another finger in his clenching hole. 

"Oh...slow."

You give him a little time, merely keeping the finger inside to the first knuckle. 

"You doing alright?" 

"Yes just...burns too much." 

"Need a break?" 

"No, just go slow please." 

"I will." 

You keep your fingers still, leaning down to kiss up and down his spine instead. He tastes a little sweaty, of course he does, your touches are making him burn up in bliss. 

Jungkook sighs and tingles, feeling goosebumps rise all over his skin. Your kisses feel so nice that his ass doesn’t burn at all anymore. 

"Try please." 

You smile against his skin at his polite voice and push again. 

Jungkook moans and whimpers, pushing his hips back on your fingers. He begins fucking himself on them slowly, moaning unapologetically lewdly. 

"That's it baby, fuck yourself open for my strap", you encourage him. 

"Can I have your strap?" 

You laugh, "no, let's give it a few more minutes, I don’t want you to hurt." 

"But my goddess." 

"Patience baby, you barely manage to take my third finger." 

Jungkook lifts up his head and locks eyes with you. They are so glassy and blissed-out. 

"Try a fourth." 

You cock your left eyebrow up. 

"Please." 

"It's really not that hard to remember. It's just one word." 

"I'm sorry, I’m just a dumb bunny." 

You laugh. 

"You're adorable. Fine, let's try a fourth. Relax for me." 

You push slowly, listening to his breathing. He is panting but it sounds more pleasurable than painful. You push some more, gasping in sync with Jungkook when his hole closes around your digit greedily.

"Oh goddess", he groans and grunts. 

"Burns?" 

"No feels good", he moans, "feels so fucking good." 

“I’m glad.”

Then you begin fucking him slowly, listening to the wet sounds his hole makes and basking in the sensations. The lube is so wet, his hole so tight and hot. Oh, and his pretty spine under your fingertips, moving and shifting with each squirm he does.

You rub your legs together and stare at his ass unapologetically hungrily. This is so much better than you had imagined it. That is all you needed the entire day and fuck, it is leaving you on such a high that you feel dizzy.

“You have the perfect ass, baby”, you praise in a rasp, running your unoccupied hand over the perfect swell of his behind.

You thrust your fingers up his body, forcing a loud gasp out of him.

“Always so tight and warm for me”, you growl, curling your fingers quickly.

Jungkook’s knees buckle, his moans turn into groans.

“I can’t get enough of it”, you add and pull your fingers out only to then slam them back inside and curl them against his prostate.

“S-slow”, he begs.

“Hurts?”

“No, gonna cum.”

Your eyes flit to his clenching rim. So pink and red. Oh how pretty it looks as it takes your fingers. You curl them, watching it clench in response.

“Please”, he begs desperately.

One last curl, forcing a deep grunt out of him.

“Don’t do that”, he demands and reaches behind him to grab your wrist.

You smirk and still your fingers inside of him.

"Let go Jungkook", you warn.

"No, you stop." 

Spank! 

"Ah!" he yelps, throwing his head back. His hand slips from your wrist.

“You are literally such a demanding brat, it’s unbelievable.”

Spank!

“D-don’t - hngng - care, wanna have your strap not your fingers.”

He amuses you. Still, you give him three hard spanks because bad mannered brats need to be punished. He mewls and fucks himself back on your fingers, which makes him mewl even more. 

"Strap, give me strap. Now." 

“Manners”, you say, but can’t stop yourself from chuckling.

“Please”, he presses out.

“That’s better. Hand me a plug.”

“What?”

“Hand me a plug.”

“Why?”

You laugh.

“So I can stretch you out as you prepare my strap.”

Jungkook falls silent and reaches for a plug groggily. He chooses a random one, just one that was still lying on the mattress. It feels nice inside his hole once you lodged it there. He likes it because it is rubbing against his prostate as he moves.

He turns then, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. You are sitting on the bed, legs spread and lips curled into an amused smirk. 

"Get my strap ready", you order him and because Jungkook knows that disobeying you would only bear negative consequences for him he follows in an instance. His first instinct of course was to shake his head and make you ask him again, but then he remembered that this would mean having to wait for your strap and Jungkook was too needy for that. 

So he works quickly, securing his favourite dildo in the harness and presenting the ready strap by tangling it from his fingers. 

"What?" you laugh, throwing your head back, "you think you’re gonna get it that easily? Put it on me." 

Jungkook huffs out air and falls to his knees, wrapping his fingers around your legs to feel them up. 

You part them more, watching his fingers hungrily. Your skin is burning, tingling under his touches as they draw closer and closer to your core. He punches up your skirt as he works, connecting his mouth with the inside of your thigh to kiss it messily. 

"Ah", you gasp and flinch, fingers twisting in his soft hair. This is not what you had expected but you won’t complain. 

Jungkook moans and licks a thick stripe up your other thigh, only stopping when your stomach stops his head from moving further. He turns and presses a hot kiss to your core. 

"Kook", you sigh and moan, rolling your hips up to meet his mouth. 

He is licking at your pussy vigorously, it is like he doesn’t even care that a layer of lace is still keeping him from his favourite taste. While his tongue is feasting on your pussy, his fingers are busy opening the buttons on the back of your skirt. 

You moan and twist his hair, watching him with half-lidded eyes. You didn’t even know how horny your session got you, but now you do. Those licks are close to driving you insane. Jungkook looks up, tugging at your skirt. 

He wants you to raise your hips. You follow. 

"Panties too", you order and Jungkook obeys. 

He throws the pieces of clothing somewhere on the floor, reaching for the strap to put it on you. You however stop him, forcing his head back between your legs. 

"You're not done brat." 

Jungkook mewls and whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut as you smother him with your pussy. He begins licking in an instance, making the prettiest sounds for you as he does.

"That's it, lick like the dumb bunny you are", you growl and twist his hair. 

You want to use his bratty mouth until it is reduced to nothing more than your sloppy tool of pleasure. That is what he gets for talking back and always being so demanding. Although, judging by the needy moans vibrating against your pussy, this is more of a reward to him than punishment. 

You can’t be bothered. Then let him be rewarded, you need release. Quickly. 

"Faster brat, put that mouth of yours to good use for once." 

Jungkook growls and buries his face deeper, frenching your pussy as if today was his last day on earth. 

"That's it, keep this pace going. Fuck", you bark and moan loudly, throwing your head back in bliss. 

Jungkook keeps on licking you until you cover his face in your orgasm and squeeze his head between your legs. And it was exhilarating, leaving you gasping for air as you almost ripped out his hair. 

You come down with a loud curse, pulling him off of you to tug him to his feet. Jungkook mewls and whimpers, scalp burning from all the manhandling. 

He falls on top of you as you pull at his harness, squishing you under his heavy body. But you don’t seem to mind, claiming his dirty lips in a messy kiss and caging him in between your strong arms. 

Jungkook can't stop whimpering, head dizzy and lungs burning. There is barely any air left in his brain and yet you pull him closer and kiss him deeper. He tries to speak, beg you to let him go, but only ends up with your tongue down his throat and your nails on his scalp.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and squeaks, squirming in your hold. Deeper, deeper and deeper your kiss becomes, claiming his sanity and every possibility of ever finding it again. 

He wiggles and squeaks. He's going to pass out. Oh god this is too good.

Jungkook manages to somehow break the kiss, wheezing for air. His vision clears again, the pounding in his head stops. 

"Fuck", he presses out.

"Yeah", you agree, flipping you and him over to sit down on his constrained cock and wrap your fingers around his throat. 

Jungkook opens his mouth to moan but nothing comes out. It hurts so good, it hurts so fucking good. 

"I'm gonna fucking ruin your ass Jungkook", you growl with madness in your eyes, "do you hear me?" 

"Ruin me", he croaks. 

"I will." 

You crawl off of him and get the strap on your body. You know that this was Jungkook's supposed task, but fuck it, you really can’t be bothered, you just want to shape his insides and scramble his little brain.

Jungkook raises his legs to place his feet on the mattress. Like this his framed ass is on perfect display for you.

"That's adorable, you’re so obedient", you taunt, stepping closer to rest your big cock over his caged length. It twitches at the contact, making his stomach flex as well. "Do you feel that? Do you feel how heavy my cock is?" 

"Yes goddess", he presses out, almost going crazy at the way you are rubbing it over his length. 

"Wanna have it." 

"Yes." 

"Jungkook manne-" 

"Please!" he looks into your eyes, "yes please my goddess I want your strap." 

You give him a fond smile, spanking his cock with your strap a few times just to watch his thighs twitch. It wasn’t for long, just a little something because he was rude enough to fall into your words. You know that falling into your words should have earned him at least five hard slaps on his balls, but man you just wanted to fuck him. No time for punishments. You just have to fuck him that much harder instead. 

Once you got rid of his plug and slathered the dildo in creamy lube, you press the cockhead against his rim. Your eyes lock, he is holding his breath. 

One second. One taunting smirk of yours. One shudder. And one thrust. 

"Shit!" Jungkook yells, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. 

You are buried inside of him to the hilt, reaching depths inside him he fears that you might rip him apart. 

"You good?" 

"Yeah so good." 

"Is it good to move?" 

"Yes please move." 

That's all you needed to hear to begin your punishing pace. Jungkook wanted to act bratty? Fine with you, it is not your ass which is going to be ruined tonight. You grunt and grasp his legs, burying your cock deeper in his hole.

"Take it slut, fucking take it", you growl, making him bounce off the mattress with ever second thrust.

"Oh goddess, oh goddess, oh goddess", the words leave Jungkook in an endless chant of total bliss. 

He is fucked out, burning up, squirming. He had expected a hard fuck, because he was acting bratty enough that a hard fuck was the suitable punishment for him. He forgot just how hard you can actually fuck. Shit, you’re better than anyone else. You’re even better than the fucking machine you got him for Valentine's Day. So ruthless, so goddamn fucking ruthless. 

Just like right now when he is telling you that he can’t take it anymore before cumming with a guttural moan. Normal people would slow down, normal people would give him time to bask in the soft waves of his high, normal people would stop fucking him after his high ebbed down. But you aren’t normal, you’re his perfect girlfriend. His orgasm means nothing to you, especially when it cames so pathetically quickly. He isn’t done with his punishment. You have tasted blood and now you are out for more. 

"I can't! I can’t! My goddess please mercy!" 

"Shut up. You’re not done yet", you spit and punish his pulsating prostate with a rough thrust, "your purpose is to cum on my strap over. And over. And over again", you bark, fucking into him deeply with every word. 

"I don't know if I can. I don’t know if I can", he begs and sobs, flexing his neck so much it feels like it is going to cramp soon.

"Yes you can because I tell you so", you spit without any sort of mercy in your voice. 

You grab his kicking feet, forcing them to bend at the knees. Then you part them and force them into the mattress next to his torso as far as they can go. 

Jungkook wails, drooling all over the sheets like the stupid bunny he was. You are so deep. So goddamn deep. Jungkook can feel every inch and every ridge of your cock as it shapes his insides. He should have picked out a smaller one. Oh god you are ripping him apart, impaling him on your massive length. 

"You feel that? You feel how deep my cock goes?" you growl, watching his stomach change shapes under your merciless pounding. 

"It's too deep", he sobs, "I can't take it." 

"Yes you can", you spit, leaning your weight on his legs. They bend further, forcing an almost inhuman sound of pleasure out of your perfect boytoy. 

With the newfound leverage you can go even harder. Skin slaps against skin, his legs kick the air vigorously searching for support which they will never find. His hole is struggling, squirting out creamy cum only to have it pounded back in a second later. 

"Cu-cu-c-cumming", he squeaks and groans deeply a second later, hitting his head against the mattress vigorously. His body squirms and convulses, poor cock throbbing in his shorts as his prostate burns in his high. 

"That's it, you fucking slut cum for me", you order with madness in your voice. 

No break, no breather, no mercy. Just fucking. Deep, hard, punishing fucking. That is all he gets once the pleasure of his high changes into the burn of overstimulation. 

"I seriously can’t, please stop", he wails, back arching off the mattress to the point you fear he might snap his own spine.

You slow down, caressing his sweaty thighs.

"Colour?" 

Three moans then a shy "...green." 

"Knew it", you smirk, speeding up again, "so take it brat. Take what you earned yourself. You think talking back like that wouldn’t have consequences?"

You show him that it does have consequences with hard, angry thrusts. The kind which shakes the entire bed and makes his body quake uncontrollably. And the kind which make him sound more like a squeaky toy than a human.

"Of course your behaviour has consequences. You hear me? I want you to fucking cum again", you spit, fucking the swollen cockhead of the dildo against his overly sensitive prostate repeatedly and to the point he feels like breaking. 

Jungkook doesn’t make any sense by now. Drooling and moaning like the dumb bunny he was. He shakes his head, holding back despite his every fibre wanting to go up in flames. You punish him with a ruthless thrust.

"Cum! Now!" you order loudly.

Jungkook comes undone as if you had pressed a button. You have complete control, his body is your property and it obeys your every command. 

Jungkook thinks he might actually die from this orgasm. No human should be allowed to feel so fucking eternal. This isn’t allowed. Your skills aren’t allowed. 

"There we go", you moan and slow down just enough that his hole can stop clenching. He has tightened up too much, moving becomes almost impossible.

You move his legs around in the short break you give him, watching how it makes him quake each and every time. 

"I didn't allow you to become so tight, did I? How should I fuck you when you’re clenching so much?" you spit.

Jungkook tries to open his eyes but ends up spilling his tears instead. His squeak is almost inaudible. It is the only kind of communication his scrambled brain can produce. 

"Use your big boy words will you? Stop babbling like a dumb animal." 

Jungkook opens his mouth. 

"I love you." 

"You-"

Your hips falter, the grip on his legs slipping. You laugh in disbelief, but smile in the end. 

"I love you too Kook." 

He smiles droopily and closes his eyes. Your heart is literally bursting in emotion. He is such an idiot, telling you the most beautiful sentence ever when you are trying to ruin his ass. Oh he is so unfair, now all you want to do is lean down and take him in missionary until he reaches his high in waves of gentle warmth. 

But you shouldn’t. You should finish what you started. It is what you both deserve. 

"Place your hand on your stomach", you order him, thrusts gaining in strength again now that he is slowly loosening up again.

Jungkook places his hand on his tense stomach, asking you silently what you want from him. 

"There we go. Now feel it", you order and thrust your cock into him. 

"Ah!"

"Feel all of it", you grunt and fuck into him in fast, hard thrusts. 

Jungkook is pressing his trembling fingers into his stomach, feeling how your length makes his belly bulge. It feels too good for him, too fucking good. 

"There we go, feel how I make your belly bulge", you grunt, envying his fingers for the sensations. Oh how you want to be the one feeling his stomach take the fucking. But you can’t, you still need to hold his flailing legs. 

Jungkook squeaks, let's his eyes roll to the back of his head and ends up orgasming around you, fucking back as his fingers press into his stomach even more. The knowledge how deep you go was just too good. His pulse races against his fingertips, he can feel his insided contract rhythmically. 

"Feel that? That's how deep I go." 

"C-cumming", he lets you know because it feels as if you hadn’t even noticed that he is. 

"I know, that's what you’re supposed to do", you spit, continuing your ruthless drilling. 

Jungkook sobs and squirms, tensing his toes to the point of cramping. So you know that he is, you know but you don’t care. Oh he is never going to recover from this. You are so cruel, so merciless. Jungkook can barely breathe at this point. 

Now that his stomach is so tense from his high and the painful overstimulation it feels like you are going even deeper. Jungkook tries to feel for your cock, leaving nail marks on his skin. 

"What?" you laugh, "lost my cock? There we go, have it." 

Jungkook screams. He actually full on screams. Your thrust is pushing his body  up the bed a few inches, the headboard slams against the wall. He felt it everywhere, not only the tips of his fingers but the crown of his head all the way down to his toes. You pull him right back down again, against your body and on your massive cock. It's not time yet to flee.

"Found it?" you taunt, fucking him over and over and over again with the ruthless pace you decided was suitable. 

"Yeah", he squeaks, wanting to arch away from you while his finger press deeper into his stomach.

You tighten your grasp on him, stilling him as you punish his attempt at fleeing with even harder thrusts. You watch his hole take your cock, so red and pretty, stretching around you so perfectly as it leaks white creamy lube. Some of his cum is running down his rim too, only adding to the mess you make of him. You know that your body can’t take the pace for long anymore. You are sweating, lungs burning in the ragged pants you need to take and your every muscle is aching in exhaustion. But you can’t stop, you have to keep going. Just one more orgasm. You know that his body is capable of it. Even if he looks as if he was close to passing out. 

Eyes half-lidded but rolled back, face covered in tears and snot and chin covered in his drool. His cheeks are so pretty too, all pink and heated. Oh if only he could see how perfect he looks when he takes what you give him. 

And he sounds even prettier. Jungkook moans like no other. So freely and without any shame. He wasn’t always like that. One wouldn’t believe it, because he is just such a brat, but Jungkook is actually the shiest man you have ever seen. In the first few months of your (at that time) business partners with benefits relationship he always muffled his sounds with his hand or your shoulder. You like that these days he is letting these fuckers out unapologetically. 

Jungkook begins squeezing around you like crazy, babbling nonsense and kicking the air. He is squeezing so much it becomes hard to stay inside. His body is trembling too, moaned babbling turning from loud to desperate wheezing for air. 

You know what that means. You tighten your grasp on his legs, broaden your stance, put more effort into your thrusts. 

"Are you gonna cum again like the dumb slut you are?" 

He nods his head vigorously, convulsing painfully. 

"Touch your cock with your other hand", you order, watching his trembling hand feel for his cock. His other fingers are still pressing into his stomach, chasing that exhilarating feeling of your cock moving against his fingertips. 

He gives his bulge slow rolls, twitching with each movement. 

"Faster Jungkook." 

Jungkook sobs, rubbing his palm over his cock quickly. 

"There we go now keep-" 

"Please!" he yelps, breaking under your body to the point his head snaps back and his back builds the perfect round arch. You abandon his legs, not because you wanted to but because he was squirming so much that you lost balance and had to support yourself on the mattress beside his head. He kicks them up, before letting them fall against your back roughly and knocking the air out of you. He keeps them locked, his muscles are literally cramped into that position. It forces your cock so deep that the buckles on your strap leave imprints on his skin.

"Fuck Jungkook you’re literally such a slut", you growl, punishing his hole with continuous thrusts even now that his high turns into overstimulation. 

"A-ga-in", he sobs. 

You are rubbing too much against his cock. His prostate is too sensitive. His rim is too loosened up. He literally can’t help it. He can’t help it. He can’t, can’t help it. He just needs to cum over and over and over again just like expect from him. 

He is fighting you, squeezing you out while his legs push you back inside again. His nails are digging into your arms to the point that they are drawing blood at some parts, his voice can barely handle all the screams you fuck out of him. 

"Fucking hell Kook, you’re literally such a slut", you growl and laugh, "you just can't stop, can you?" 

You thrust into him again, despite the knowledge that he was aching in overstimulation. Jungkook wails, ripping his eyes open to stare at you in panic. 

"Mhm? What? Want more?" you taunt.

"Ye-", his voice cuts off, speaking is impossible. He can’t. He literally can’t speak. It's too much. He resorts to hitting your arm three times instead. 

That is all you needed to know. You stop instantly, watching his face with worry in your gaze. 

"Thank", is all he brings out then he is slumping against the mattress.

"Oh you've done so well baby, but you have enough now. Don’t you?" 

Jungkook swallows audibly and nods his head, trying to regulate his breathing. You cup his face, wiping away his tears. 

"That's alright. You took me so well baby, so goddamn well", you praise, cleaning off his snot next. 

Jungkook opens and closes his mouth, barely even conscious at this point.

"I have to move just one more time to slip out. Can you handle that?"

"I t-try." 

"Alright, we'll try. Here it comes, push for me baby. Push for me." 

Jungkook whimpers and writhes painfully. 

"Hurts." 

"It's already out, you did so well and oh?" you laugh and place your hand over his gaping hole, "you're leaking so much." 

"I'm sorry", he presses out and tries to clench.

"Hey no, don’t apologize. Relax. You were such a good boy for me at the end. We'll just clean it up, alright?" 

Jungkook relaxes with a sigh, letting the lube trickle on your hand freely. 

"Thank you."

You clean him up gently, helping him out his shorts too so you could wipe down all the cum he spilled. There was lots of it, that much is sure. And Jungkook lets you clean his body with his eyes closed and his ears ringing, feeling invincible. 

"There we go", you say softly and kiss the inside of his thigh, "now you’re all clean. Well as best as possible at least." 

"Thank you", he whispers. 

You smile and caress his torso, before twisting your fingers in the buckle of his harness. 

"No", he stops you, "keep it on please." 

"Really? You wanna wear it when we take a bath together?" 

Jungkook opens his eyes. 

"Bath?" he asks cutely. 

"Yes baby, bath. We're both sweaty and I wanna clean you better." 

Jungkook smiles his cutest bunny smile, sitting up quickly. He regrets it because there was basically no blood in his brain and for a few seconds he only sees black. 

"Oof", he groans, wobbling. 

"Careful", you giggle, wrapping your arms around him. You hold him close, making sure he wouldn’t fall down. 

Jungkook sighs and wraps his arms around you as well. 

"Thank you for this my goddess. You were incredible." 

"Yeah?", you smile goofily, "I'm happy you liked it. You were incredible too."

Jungkook squeezes your middle, squishing his cheek against your stomach while he makes a cute little sound of utter contentment. It makes you laugh. 

"I have the cutest boyfriend gosh", you whisper, kissing the crown of his head, "open the strap for me baby." 

Jungkook is skilled in that task, not long and he is able to discard the strap on the bed. He gazes up at you with big, sparkly eyes, running his big hand up and down the swell of your butt.

"Good boy", you praise him and caress his cheek, "now, you stay here and rest and I'll prepare our bath." 

"Okay my goddess I will stay", he says in the most obedient good boy voice, nodding his head vigorously. A good, hard fuck always turns him into the goodest of boys afterwards. He doesn’t feel any desire to be bratty after you fucked him braindead, not when you coo at him and kiss him and hold him and tell him that he did a good job. He loves being good if it means that he can be pampered with your attention. 

And once you return from the bathroom with news of the bath being ready, he is waiting for you with a package of your favourite chocolate bar on his lap. 

"Kookie what is that?" you ask him in a fond laugh.

"I bought them for you. Do you like it?" 

You smile, pressing the biggest smooch on his lip. 

"Gosh babyboy, you’re so lovely. Of course I like it." 

Jungkook grins goofily, melting in your touch with his eyes closed. 

"Love you." 

"Love you too, you silly bunny."​

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[noteguk]

bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. 

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while. 

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day 

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple 

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from. 

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea. 

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids. 

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings. 

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons. 

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon. 

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place. 

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body. 

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.” 

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes. 

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect. 

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot. 

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really. 

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?” 

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.” 

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled. 

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.” 

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.” 

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.” 

“And what is?” You asked. 

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.” 

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.” 

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.” 

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container. 

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.” 

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.” 

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.” 

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?” 

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.” 

He frowned. “Is that your answer?” 

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?” 

“Because I like giving back to the community.” 

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.” 

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.” 

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?” 

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.” 

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.” 

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” 

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?” 

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.” 

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?” 

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.” 

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.” 

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment. 

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily. 

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious. 

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“ 

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.” 

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.” 

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully. 

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.” 

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive. 

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?” 

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.” 

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave? 

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all. 

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.” 

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?” 

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin. 

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.” 

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.” 

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.” 

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?” 

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly. 

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.” 

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?” 

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?” 

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.” 

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.” 

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.” 

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.” 

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like. 

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening. 

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.” 

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you. 

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—” 

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?” 

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable. 

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.” 

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.” 

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded. 

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought. 

“Turn around for me,” he asked. 

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.” 

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked. 

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat. 

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?” 

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time. 

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.” 

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.” 

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.” 

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”  

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.” 

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.” 

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface. 

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.” 

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.” 

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.” 

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank. 

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed. 

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?” 

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.” 

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.” 

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you. 

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state.  “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.” 

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his. 

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that. 

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?” 

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways. 

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.” 

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him. 

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.” 

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...” 

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?” 

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.” 

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.” 

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.” 

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.” 

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.” 

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm. 

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.” 

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat. 

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home. 

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…” 

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.” 

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?” 

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?” 

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.” 

~ 

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises. 

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum. 

You, of course, promptly accepted it. 

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked. 

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.” 

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place. 

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”  

“And, by the way?” 

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time. 

~ 

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[doubleleoenergy]

Cool for the Summer

Even if they judge, fuck it, I'll do the time. I just wanna have some fun with you.

Pairing: parentsbestfriend!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x parentsbestfriend!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, use of pet names (princess), mommy kink, daddy kink, mentions of alcohol, y/n is 18, slight size kink, threesome.

Words: 2700 (I’m so sorry, I got carried away)

Summary: One pair of drunken kisses turned to much more. Now at the biggest pool party, y/n is ready for a hot girl summer.

Notes: This is my submission for @agentofbarnes​‘s The Agency’s Writing Challenge. I chose to write for dadsbestfriends/momsbestfriend au, secret relationship, and Steve Rogers + Natasha Romanoff. This is the type of sandwich I’d love to be between. I apologize for being such a whore with this.

“Y/N, can you please grab the two bags of ice from the ice chest in the garage? We need to fill up the other coolers before we add the drinks.”

“Yes mom!” Y/N cried out to her mother, tossing a large flamingo floatie into their pool before heading towards the garage. It was their annual Summer pool party, the biggest party of the season for y/n’s parents. Her parents invited all their friends and family, including everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Y/N’s mother and father were both agents with S.H.I.E.L.D. and had been working with the Avengers team closely for years. She remembered visiting the tower when she was nine, a picture of her visit still hanging proudly in her bedroom. It had been years since she personally went to visit, but many of the team members visited her parents often. 

That included her super-secret lovers Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. 

It happened by complete chance last July. Her parents were on a mission for three weeks, leaving y/n alone to take care of their two dogs and to watch over the house. Of course, her parents were nervous to leave their eighteen-year-old daughter home alone for that long, asking many of their colleagues to stop in occasionally to check in on her. The Friday of their second week gone, y/n had gotten wine drunk, having snuck a bottle of her parents' expensive chardonnay from their wine cellar.

She was halfway through the bottle when they came, Steve and Natasha. They found her dancing to some pop song in the living room, her right hand holding up the bottle of wine to her lips. Steve and Natasha had grabbed the bottle from her hand, but not before she kissed them both; Steve first for a rough kiss and Nat last for a soft one.

Y/N didn’t remember anything the next day, but Steve and Nat showed up again to remind her. About 30 minutes after they had explained what happened the night before Y/N ended up with Nat’s head between her thighs and Steve’s cock in her mouth.

They had spent the next week before her parents came home together. Then afterwards, Steve and Nat told y/n that they had to keep what they had a secret, that no one would understand. They had all hung out a few times before y/n went off to college and then a few times during her college years when she was home on break.

The last time y/n saw Nat and Steve was during her Spring Break, two months ago, and she couldn’t wait to see them at the party. She had worn her skimpiest pink striped bikini for the occasion, ready to show off her hot-girl-summer body.

Y/N lifted one bag of ice on each shoulder, carrying it into the backyard and starting to fill the coolers while her father packed them with an assortment of beer, seltzers, soda, and water. “Honey, are you excited to see everyone now that you’re back from summer break?” Her father asked, wiping a few beads of sweat off his brow.

“Yeah, some more than others.” She muttered, shrugging her shoulders. After fixing up the coolers with her father, y/n helped her parents set out the snacks, decorate the backyard, and bring out the large speakers to play music.

It was already one o’clock when guests started to arrive, parking along their circle drive as well as up and down their street. Y/N was instructed by her father to wait by the back gate and greet the guests as they came in, giving each guest a cheap lei that her mom had ordered from Party City. 

Guest after guest, dozens of lei’s later, she spotted them. Nat and Steve drove together, of course, and they looked as striking as always. Nat was dressed in a blood red string bikini top, her cutoff shorts hanging off her hips as she walked. Steve looked incredibly toned in a white t-shirt that clung to his muscles, a pair of red board shorts hugging his thighs to match Nat’s bikini top.

Y/N’s eyes met both their gazes, her figure standing up straighter to accentuate her breasts. Nat and Steve’s eyes trailed up and down her body, Steve’s cock stirring in his shorts.

“Aloha Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff.” She purred; her voice sickly sweet like candy.

“It’s nice to see you again, y/n.” Steve mentioned casually, a large grin spreading across his features. The pair bent forward to receive their lei’s, y/n’s fingers trailing a little longer on each of their neck’s, her nails sending shivers down their spines.

“There’s plenty of drinks and food, and the pool is perfectly chilled. I might take a dip myself.” Y/N gave them a seductive wink before gesturing them in the gate so that she could continue to greet the guests.

Two hours in and the pool party was raging. Y/N’s parents mingled about with the guests, hopping from group to group. As the party continued, Steve and Nat’s eyes followed y/n as she spoke with guests, handed out drinks, and refilled the snacks on the picnic table. They watched the way her ass bounced in her bikini bottoms, how her hips swayed to the music as she danced with a group of friends, and the way her body looked soaking wet as she stepped out of the pool.

She knew what she was doing, trying to rile them up so they’d crack during the party. There were so many guests, what were the chances of anyone even noticing them if they went missing for a while? Y/N needed Steve and Natasha, bad, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get them.

Her body was still dripping wet from the pool, her hair caressing her face. She sauntered across the backyard to one of the coolers, digging her nimble fingers under the ice until she found what she was looking for. Pulling off the wrapper she revealed a red, white, and blue bomb pop, how fitting. Y/N met Steve’s gaze, sashaying her hips back and forth as she stalked towards them.

“Hi Captain, enjoying the view?” She questioned, tilting her head to look up at him. He had about a foot or more on her, making her crane her neck to meet his ocean blue eyes.

“I know I have. What about you, Nat?” He tilted his head to the left, eyes landing on Natasha.

“Definitely. What’cha got there, pretty girl?”

“Just a bomb pop. It’s so hot out, I needed to cool off.” Her lips finally meet the popsicle, engulfing the tip and swirling her tongue around it, a devilish look flashing in her eyes. Natasha clenches her thighs together, thinking of how good it would feel to have the woman’s lips between them.

Y/N teases the popsicle against her lips, pushing it deeper until she gags lightly, her gaze locked with Steve’s own as she does. The same noise she usually made around his cock, he almost pushed her to her knees right then and there. She pulled the popsicle out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip.

“You sure you don’t want some?” That was the last straw for Natasha, pulling the stick out of y/n’s hands before tossing the popsicle into the grass beside them. Natasha leans in close, her breath tickling y/n’s ear.

“Go to your room and wait on the bed. Now.” She commanded, pulling away from y/n and changing her expression as to not draw any attention to the throuple. Y/N nodded her head, her own expression flashing with excitement as she moved across the lawn and headed inside her home.

Her bedroom was up on the second floor, away from all the chaos downstairs. Only a few of the guests lingered inside, walking in and out of the first-floor bathroom, some leaning against the kitchen counter in conversation.

Y/N slipped silently up the steps, tiptoeing to her bedroom and shutting the door behind her. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, stealing a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Her hair was slightly wild from her dip in the pool, her body glistening with a mix of sweat and pool water. Y/N walked over to the bed, her head resting against a pillow, her legs bent and open, waiting for her lovers to arrive.

Steve and Natasha made their way into the house ten minutes later, conversing politely with the few guests who still lingered inside, waiting until they walked out towards the rest of the attendees before making their way up the wooden staircase. Steve is the first to make it to the door, opening it and smiling at the sight of y/n splayed out before them.

“My my, princess. You sure know how to rile us both up. Couldn’t even behave until the end of the party you’re that desperate?” Steve tosses his shirt to the floor after Nat shuts and locks the door behind them, the redhead following suit as she started to undress as well.

“She just loves to tease, but she’ll pay for it now.” Nat stalked over to the bed, getting on her knees beside the edge and gesturing y/n with her fingers to join her. Steve stepped out of his board shorts last, his thick cock bouncing against his chest as he moved over to where Natasha was kneeling beside the bed, y/n getting on her knees beside her, still dressed in her bikini.

“Nat, baby, how about you help our princess undress while she keeps her mouth busy on my cock.” He commanded, stroking his length in his right hand. Natasha nodded her head, moving behind y/n and pulling at the string of her bikini top, letting it unravel and slide forward off her chest. 

Steve stepped forward, his cock slapping gently against y/n’s cheek. “Go on princess.” Y/N swallows thickly, the size of his cock always surprising her, no matter how many times she saw it. Her hand reached up to stroke his length, her tongue swirling around the tip, eliciting a groan from Steve’s lips.

Natasha busied herself by reaching over y/n’s back to knead and pinch at her perky breasts, y/n’s eyes fluttering shut as she took Steve’s cock into her mouth, her hand moving down to fondle with his balls. She bobbed her head back and forth, grinding her still clothed core against her carpet.

“Aw Steve look, our princess is getting needy.” Nat took a fistful of y/n’s hair into her hand, ripping her off Steve’s cock and tilting her back to make eye contact with her. “You know what to do, a pretty princess like you has to ask for what she wants.”

Y/N whined, bucking her hips up to draw attention to her bikini bottoms. “Please mommy, please touch my pussy.”

Nat hummed in response, releasing her hand from y/n’s hair, pushing her in the direction towards Steve’s cock once again. Y/N wastes no time, opening her mouth and looking up at Steve, her long eyelashes batting coyly. “Daddy, will you fuck my mouth while mommy plays with my pussy?” She asked sweetly.

Steve almost came immediately from her statement, his thumb sweeping lovingly across her lips before his hand moved to grip at her hair, looping it around his hand to lock her in place before sliding her mouth forward and back onto his cock.

Steve started to fuck her face slowly while Natasha moved her hand down to undo the strings of y/n’s bottoms, pulling them out from underneath her before she tossed them across the room. Her hands caress y/n’s hips as Steve moves in and out of her mouth, faster this time. Y/N’s saliva dripped from her mouth and onto the carpet as Natasha snaked her hand down to y/n’s folds, her fingers immediately covered in her slick.

Nat dipped one of her perfectly manicured fingers into her heat, y/n humming around Steve’s cock in response. She continued to work her finger in and out before adding another finger, Natasha’s lips trailing wet kisses down her neck.

“So wet, princess. You want your daddy to fuck your tight cunt?” Nat purred, adding a third finger into her soaking hole. Y/N couldn’t answer, her mouth stuffed full of Steve’s cock, her nose touching his pelvic bone. He held her down, y/n sputtering as tears welled in her eyes, watching her face turn red before he pulled her off abruptly, her body collapsing back against Natasha’s.

Y/N gasped for air, her saliva dripping from her mouth down her chin and bare breasts. Natasha’s fingers sped up inside y/n, her orgasm building fast. “Mommy, may I cum please?” She mewled, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

“Yes princess, cum now. Daddy’s waiting to fuck you.” Her orgasm ripped through her, her walls tightening around Natasha’s fingers as she fucked her through the pleasure. Slowly, her breathing slowed down again, and Natasha removed her fingers from her core. Nat opened her pouty lips, licking y/n’s slick off her fingers happily. “You taste so good, our pretty girl. Now I want you to get on the bed on all fours for daddy.”

Y/N followed the instructions, crawling up onto the bed and getting on her hands and knees, arching her back and sticking up her plump ass. Steve’s hand was soft against her ass cheek, fondling it in his hand as he rubbed his cock against her folds with his other hand. He braced one hand against her back, sliding his cock in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight cunt swallowing him.

“Always so tight, princess. The prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Isn’t that right, mommy?” Steve moved his cock slowly back out of her pussy before slamming in fast, causing y/n to fall forward as she cried out in pleasure.

“It is the prettiest.” Nat agreed, moving onto the bed until her thighs opened, her pussy on full display. She scooted her body until her thighs were on either side of y/n’s head, gripping her chin and pulling her head up to look at her. “Put that pretty mouth to use and make mommy cum.” She instructed, y/n’s tongue sticking out to lick a strip up to Natasha’s clit.

Natasha rested her weight on her elbows, watching y/n swirl her tongue around her clit, moaning at the sight. Steve continued to fuck into y/n, pushing her face deeper into Natasha’s pussy. His cock rocked fast into her, y/n humming with her face against Nat’s cunt.

“That’s it, princess. Let daddy fuck you into mommy’s pussy. You keep that up and you’re going to make me cum on your pretty tongue.” Natasha’s eyes met Steve. “You look so good daddy, so hot when you’re fucking our princess.”

Steve’s breathing was ragged, his hips slapping rapidly against y/n. “Cum on her tongue, mommy. Give our princess your sweet nectar.” Natasha bucked her pussy against her face, hitting her orgasm as y/n licked up all of Nat’s juices that flowed from her. Y/N continued to lap at Natasha, working her through her orgasm as she came on Steve’s cock, her walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, that’s it princess, make a mess on daddy’s cock. Gonna fill this pussy up princess, you deserve it for how happy you made mommy.” Steve thrust twice more before his hips stilled against her ass, groaning as he coated her walls with his cum. He stayed glued to her, pressing soft kisses to her spine as he relaxed his body, finally pulling out of her. His cock was wet with y/n’s cum, her pussy dripping their mixed cum onto the sheets.

“Did so good princess, let’s let mommy clean this up.” On cue, Natasha moved to take Steve’s place behind her, licking at her cunt to indulge in their mixed juices. Y/N’s body relaxed into the bed, letting Natasha clean her up.

Eventually, Natasha finished licking, pulling off to collapse next to y/n, her body spent as well from their escapades. Steve moved beside y/n, laying his head back against the pillow. 

“My beautiful girls, I love you both so much. Best pool party I’ve ever attended.”

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[neon-junkie]

Ok so going off the fic with the batch taking your suppressors every once in a while, how would they be if you wind up going into heat? Would they do like a group session or assuming the heat takes a few days would they take turns? You've got this thought living in my head rent free

I do plan on writing a full fic where you go into heat, but for now, here are some thoughts. (gender-neutral reader)

I was meant to briefly write a few things for this, but uh, this is 2k words... sorry, not sorry hehe.

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So, it all comes down to what your heat is actually like. Is it a single day thing? Does it last for a few days? Are you somewhat stable? Or are you a complete and utter mess? Are you whiny and desperate? Or snappy and demanding? So many factors to consider!

Either way, the Batch is going to help. They'll do a mixture between a group session, and taking it in turns. They chalk up a rota, and spend a few hours with you every day, taking care of your needs, however you see fit.

The first shift is spent with Hunter, of course. He's going into this blind, just like everybody else, since Tech can only find so much about your heats. You've not had one in years, so you're also uncertain on how things will go.

Hunter is extremely caring. He's heavily concerned, not just for your physical needs, but for your mental wellbeing. Hunter needs to make sure that your heat doesn't scramble your brain too much, and the second you show signs of things becoming overwhelming, he's there.

At first, he attempts to be calm and caring. He'll fetch water when needed, and ensures that you're eating, whenever you can stomach food. Hunter won't come onto you until you ask, and even then, he's still soft and gentle. Fuck, he's worried he's going to hurt you - you're hyper sensitive right now, so every touch feels tenfold.

It isn't until Hunter removes your underwear that he realises just how bad you are. Fucking hell, you stink, and Hunter has to shut his eyes and let out a deep breath as he attempts to calm himself. Curse his heightened senses, they're really not helping right now.

He wants to relieve you with his fingers and mouth, he wants to hold back as much as possible, but no matter what he does, it's not enough. You need to be full, over-flowing, stuffed to the brim, and after hours of listening to you beg, he finally snaps. Hunter swiftly fees his cock, leaving the rest of his armour still on, and pulls your knees up over his shoulders. He folds you in half, mating press style, and lets out a heavy sigh as he slides into your slick heat.

Even now, Hunter's trying so hard to be careful and gentle, but you're clawing at his armoured back, whining and moaning his name, and he decides that fuck it, he's going to pound this heat out of you, or at least attempt to. Hunter manages to keep you busy for a few rounds, enough to stabilise your heat for a few hours, until he eventually has to tap out from exhaustion.

His shift is up, thank the Maker, and he crawls back to his room due to exhaustion, leaving poor Echo to take over where he's left off.

Echo, like Hunter, attempts to be calming and gentle with you. It doesn't take a genius to realise that Hunter's just spent the last few hours tending to your needs, mainly because the air stinks of sex, but for now, you're stable.

Echo has a nap with you, letting you curl up against his chest, huddled under the warmth of your blankets. Thankfully, you manage to get some rest, only to wake up hours later with that throbbing pain between your thighs again. Your whimpers wake Echo up, and he's greeted to the sight of you mewling in his arms, grinding yourself against his thigh as your heat worsens as every second passes.

Sadly, Echo isn't entirely sure what to do. He's not hooked up with anyone since before Skako Minor, and despite not losing his cock in the blast, he hasn't really touched himself since then. He considers himself to be inexperienced, somewhat of a virgin, and he can't keep eye contact as he explains that to you. However, he insists that he wants to help, he just needs you to take the lead.

Despite the overwhelming desire to mate, you manage to suppress your needs, enough to give Echo the reassurance that he requires. This time, you're the one being gentle as you straddle him, slowly undressing him whilst you make out. Echo is the one whimpering as you slide down onto him, holding yourself steady until he gives you the signal to move.

Fuck, you're aching, burning up between your thighs, but you continue fighting your natural urges. Echo notices this, and encourages you to pick up the pace, telling you that he's content and relaxed with how things are going. You trust him, and you know that if he needs you to stop, he'll tell you to. With that knowledge in mind, you pick up your pace.

To your surprise, Echo begins bucking up into you. Your heat is so damn tight, wet, slick, and ah- Echo only manages to last a single round. Knowing that you're aching right now, he swiftly cleans himself up, and leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead as he tells you that he's going to get you more help.

Tech is surprisingly not on his holopad as he enters your room. He's somewhat formal, informing you that he's here to tend to your needs, and help however possible. You're biting back a laugh, but your cheeky smile is wiped off your face as Tech shows you the little device that he's been working on this whole time.

It's some sort of vibrator. You're able to attach it wherever you need it to go, and Tech helps fasten it in place, smirking to himself when the device turns on, and you instantly let out a groan. It's perfect, stimulating you enough to keep most of the heat down, but you're still aching to be filled up.

Tech has no problem filling in that role, and informs you that mating press is the perfect position to hit all the right spots. He swiftly strips down before manhandling you into position, and wastes no time sliding into you, letting out a groan as his cock begins filling you up. Of course, Tech's thrusts are calculated and accurate, paying attention to how you react to different angles, speeds, and so on. You tell him exactly what you want, and Tech delivers.

With Tech's accuracy, and the vibrating device working away, you reach peak multiple times, as does Tech. He fills you up, over and over, until you're overflowing with his (and the others) loads. Tech can't help but push his leaking release back into your hole, making a smug comment about how you seem to be so desperate to be filled up, yet you can't even hold onto what he gives you? Tut tut.

He's sweating by the time you two are finished, both out of breath, exhausted, and somewhat stable. Tech makes quick work of cleaning both of you up, and doesn't bother redressing as he crawls into your bed, pulling you tightly against his chest. Your heat is far from over, but for now, you can enjoy some more rest, before the next Batcher comes along to tend to your needs.

Wrecker is up next, and thankfully, he brings food! Haven just woken up, your heat hasn't returned to its agonizing state, so for now, you can enjoy some snacks whilst you and Wrecker mindlessly chat away.

After snacks and a cuddle, your heat begins building up once more, and Wrecker seems surprisingly eager to help you out. You've spent the last day being pounded over and over, leaving your hole open and leaking, giving Wrecker an advantage when he slips his thick cock into you. The others have filled you up perfectly, but Wrecker is something else, boarder lining painful. He remains still as you adjust to his size, and when you're ready, he goes slow.

However, Wrecker holding back and going slow only seems to make you worse, and you practically have to beg to get him to speed up. He knows he's big, and he doesn't want to hurt you, but seeing as you're almost in tears from the sensation between your thighs, Wrecker decides to pick up the pace.

When Wrecker delivers, he delivers, and goes above and beyond to help you out in any way possible. He's worth the stretch, and his massive frame is doing things to you, peering up through your hazy eyes to see nothing but Wrecker, towering over you, keeping you pinned beneath him as he fucks you senseless.

Wrecker's grunting and moaning as he cums, and he only needs to stop for a few, brief seconds before picking up speed again. How he can fuck like this is a mystery to you, but you're not going to ask questions, especially when you're this cock-dumb.

Finally, after hours of progress, and days of your overall heat, the burn is slowly starting to settle down, and it's only taken four men to help you out! Wreckers' load spill out of you when he finally pulls out - not like your bed isn't already soaked. He wraps you in a blanket and settles you on the floor as he pulls on some light clothing and strips your bedding, insisting on cleaning up before the final person takes over his shift.

When your bed is remade, you're left bundled up in it, and Wrecker ensures that he's smothered you in more than enough kisses before leaving your room.

Crosshair takes a while to arrive, and you almost drift back to sleep whilst waiting. He's brought you some water, and helps you up as he hands it over. He doesn't say anything, at first, but when he finally speaks, all he tells you is that your room stinks. Like, it reeks, and it's drifted out and smothered the entire ship. Crosshair is laughing as he tells you that Hunter has had to camp outside, as the smell is really getting to him, but Crosshair is here to finish things off.

Crosshair makes a comment about how you've saved the best for last, and places the kindest, most tender kiss you've ever felt on your temple, before he shrugs the blanket to you and gets to work. Whilst the others have been gentle in their own ways, Crosshair isn't - he knows what you need, and he's insistent that he's going to be the one who fucks this heat out of you.

Crosshair wants you on all fours, head down, ass up, wrists pinned behind your back. You're still stretched out from Wrecker's thick length, and Crosshair's chuckling as he slides in, making comments about how fucked out you are, about how you need five different men to satisfy you, about how needy and forgetful you must be if you forgot to take your supplements.

As Crosshair's pounding into you, you can feel everybody's previous loads being pushed from your hole, dripping onto the bed. Ugh, the covers are going to need changing again, but that chore disappears from your mind as Crosshair slips two of his fingers in alongside his cock, fingering you as he fucks you in an attempt to keep you full.

He can't help but make even more comments, both praising and mocking you for how well you're taking his fingers and cock. After the first set of orgasms, Crosshair flips both of your bodies over, and lays back on your bed. He has you lie on him, your back against his chest, and he holds your legs up against your shoulders as he begins fucking up into you.

Crosshair is grunting against your ear, leaving the occasional mark on your neck. He's not holding back - why would he? This is what you need, and Crosshair's here to supply it. One hand moves from your legs and wraps around your throat, whilst the other slips between your thighs to touch you feverishly. He's ordering you to cum for him, demanding it, and the final orgasm that you have almost causes you to black out.

During your hazy, fucked-out state, Crosshair carefully rolls you off him, and begins taking care of you. He cleans you up, helps you put some light clothing on, and curls up into bed beside you. Crosshair's large frame wraps snugly around you as he takes the position of big spoon, planting gentle kisses on your shoulder as he asks how you're feeling.

Finally, your heat is over, and now comes the following soreness from being fucked silly over the past few days. Oh well, it was fun, and maybe now you'll learn to take your supplements regularly?

#this was fun as fuck to write #tbbwriting #swwriting #nsft #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb x you #reader insert #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #smut #hunter x you #tech x you #echo x you #wrecker x you #crosshair x you #the bad batch x you

[sluttywonwoo]

3 nights || jw x reader

summary: a one-night hookup turns into three (based off of the song 3 nights by dominic fike )

warnings: swearing, smut (18+), unprotected sex (uh yeah don’t do that)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this is an old tom holland piece of mine that i thought would fit wonwoo (my tom holland blog is @wazzupmrstark if you wanna check it out)

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A hellish smirk tugged at Wonwoo’s lips as he gazed down at his phone in the midst of a pitch meeting. He glanced at the image he’d been sent for a second more before sliding his phone back in his pocket and lifting his head to indicate he was paying attention. But he was distracted. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Jeon Wonwoo to receive nude pictures from unsaved numbers, but he was pretty sure he knew who this one was from. At least he hoped. You had cropped your face out of it, but from the expanse of your collarbone to the curve of your hip he could recognize the freckles under your breasts and the small scar just below your belly button.

He waited until he was dismissed from the meeting to respond. Didn’t want to seem too eager.  

What did I do to deserve this out of the blue, darling?

You didn’t respond right away. He shouldn’t have been surprised, he hadn’t responded right away, so why would you? You had better things to be doing than sit around waiting for him to text back, but a selfish part of him wished that you were.

You were a bit different from Wonwoo’s other lays, but he didn’t mean that in the nauseating ‘you’re not like other girls’ way that men liked to use to get into a girl’s pants. He didn’t really need to use cheesy, comparative shit like that if he was being honest. All he had to do was send a wyd text at 2am to get a girl to come over. Unless that girl was you.

Of course, you were beautiful, and incredible in bed, but something about you always left him wanting more. Maybe it was the fact that your presence was fleeting, you never stayed very long afterwards. Maybe your elusiveness tugged at a deeper curiosity in the back of his mind that he was unaware of. He was already familiar with every inch of your body, but truthfully he knew very little else about you. and maybe that’s what intrigued him.

Or maybe it was the simplicity. Routine hookups, no strings attached- regardless of how many times you came… over.

Whatever it was that kept you on his mind, Wonwoo didn’t dwell. He pushed all questions and logic away when he was with you. And when he wasn’t… he tried not to think about it. But it was difficult not to when you sent him pictures like that out of nowhere, no context, not even a response.

Ding!

Never mind.

Oops wrong person ;)

Wonwoo let out a low chuckle and shook his head. Of course, there was a small part of him that wondered if you had actually meant to send that to someone else, but he shook it off. If he knew you at all, which granted he really didn’t, he knew this game.

He didn’t hesitate to respond this time.

Shame… was gonna ask if you were busy tonight.

Only a few seconds passed before his phone buzzed again.

What did you have in mind??

You.

It was corny, sure, but effective.

I think I can make something work.

He grinned at the screen and sighed, licking his lips.

9pm. Our place.

-

You hadn’t even taken off your coat by the time he had you up against the door with his mouth on your neck, pressing breathy kisses to your skin. You gasped as he sucked a hickey just under your jaw, closing your eyes and moaning his name.

A seedy motel in the middle of the city wasn’t the… most ideal spot for late night booty calls. The sunset-colored wallpaper was peeling and the showers only worked sometimes, but in the grand scheme of things, location wasn’t important. It was still the best sex of your life, and they had cheap vending machine snacks.

The bed creaked and choked out a cloud of dust when Wonwoo pushed you onto it, but you just laughed and pulled at the waistband of his jeans for him to join you.

He smiled into a kiss that turned desperate. His hands were on your zipper, your bra clasp, your panties, anything to get you undressed faster. You held in a whimper when he sat up to undo his belt, something about the way he did that always drove you crazy. He smirked knowingly as he did and took his time.

You whined impatiently and nudged at him with a knee to hurry up. Thankfully, Wonwoo wasn’t one to leave you hanging and was back on you instantly. He pressed a thigh in between your legs and licked a stripe up the valley of your breasts, choosing the left, his favorite, to nip at.

“Fuck, Wonwoo,” you groaned, grinding up against him.

He paused and lifted himself so that he was hovering above you. “How was your day?”

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back in frustration. “Can we not?”

“I can’t ask you how your day was?”

“That’s not what I’m here for, and you know it.”

“Then what are you here for?” he asked, wanting you to say it out loud. You kissed him instead and took the distraction as an opportunity to pull him by the collar and flip him so that you were on his lap.

You tugged at his jeans and boxers playfully. “This.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “Good one.”

“I know.”

He lifted his head to kiss you and you gave in with a quick peck on the lips. As often as you were with Wonwoo, you never took the time to notice how pretty he was. You knew he was hot. You could write an entire dissertation on how fucking fit he was, but as you gazed down at him underneath you you realized just how lovely this boy really was, especially like this. His dark hair was soft and wavy without all the product in it, and god his lips were so pink, and the way he looked at you…

You kissed him again, fiercely this time, and slid a hand down his pants just to feel him. He groaned, already needy.

“Wait-” he pulled back and sat up on his elbows.

“What?” You were worried you’d done something wrong, stared at him like you were in love with him for a second too long and he’d caught on.

“Do you want me to go down on you?”

You sighed in relief and laughed. “No need, I’m already soaked.”

“I can tell,” he quipped back and quirked an eyebrow.

You were a little embarrassed he could feel your arousal through his jeans and cursed. “Fuck you!”

“I believe you were just about to.”

“You’re lucky I’m horny, Wonwoo,” you growled.

“Tell me about it.” He smirked and laid back with an arm over his head.

Sometimes you wondered if the sex was really worth it, even if he was the best you’d ever had…

Of all the ways Wonwoo could fuck you, this had to be one of his favorites. There was just something about you on top of him that he couldn’t handle. The way your delicate gold necklace dangled in his face as you rode him, the way his hands fit so perfectly on your ass, the way your hair hung around your shoulders. He never lasted long.

To be fair, neither did you. And the way Wonwoo was saying your name wasn’t helping. Every time you lowered yourself back on him and his cock hit that spot inside you that burning intensity in your stomach grew a little stronger.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t out of breath and your thighs weren’t starting to get sore, but Wonwoo was begging you not to stop and you’d be damned if you let him down.

“Y/n, I’m close,” he warned and brought his fingers to your clit to make sure you were right there with him.

You just nodded, too far gone to say much else as you chased the high that was just out of reach. Wonwoo thrust up into you a final time and finished with a moan of your name tumbling from his lips.

Even as he was coming down he continued to massage your clit.

“Cum for me, love.” His voice was spent and gravelly and his eyes were pleading and fuck, who were you to deny him? You gripped his shoulders hard as your whole body tensed and you tipped over the edge.

And for a moment the world stopped spinning and time stopped moving as electricity surged through your body and you forgot your own name.

Wonwoo was still whispering words of quiet praise when you collapsed on his chest seconds later, trembling.

“That’s it, darling. That’s good.”

You let him rub your back like that until you caught your breath enough to sit up and roll off of him. You immediately started collecting your clothes from around the room and putting them back on as Wonwoo did the same.

“Two cherry cokes?” he asked and you nodded.

“And powdered donuts?”

“Give me some credit, how could I forget?”

It was something of a tradition to share a snack and a soda after you hooked up. It had started on a night when both of you were too drunk to drive anywhere afterwards so you passed the time sitting in bed eating stale powdered donuts and drinking soda to sober up. Logically, you could have slept it off and went home the next morning, but it was a rule you had to never sleep over at a one-night-stand’s place. Even neutral territory like this was off limits.

Wonwoo could’ve gone to bed without you and left you to fend for yourself but instead he made the trek out to the vending machines in his boxers to get you both some food. Turns out cherry coke was the only soda they had, and there was no telling how old it was, but it was better than nothing.

That night was so long ago, but you still remembered how he stayed up with you until four in the morning watching shitty reality shows on the fuzzy tv, talking about exes and weird dreams and hobbies you both wanted to learn. You wondered if he ever ended up teaching himself pottery.

Wonwoo was back with the goods before you could blink and handed you your respective share of the stash. You held your can up and clinked it against his before taking a sip. You’d grown to like the syrupy sweet taste of it by now, and even found yourself craving it when you weren’t with Wonwoo.

“Same time tomorrow?” Wonwoo asked as you buttoned your pants.

“You’ll still be in town?”

Usually he didn’t stay for long unless he was working on his music so you didn’t let yourself get hopeful just in case he was kidding.

“And the next day,” he confirmed. It was an invitation.

“You’re not one for planning ahead,” you pointed out, gathering the rest of your belongings in your arms.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

-

Wonwoo didn’t sleep well that night. He never did when he wasn’t in his own bed, but this was different. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened just hours ago in that run-down motel by the highway and what might happen tomorrow.

His members had been confused when he moved his flight back home two days and he hadn’t given them any other explanation than ‘catching up with friends’ for them to go off of. He had those days off anyway. Seoul would be fine without him until then.  

But uncertainty lingered in his mind. What if you didn’t call? What if you were busy? He knew your world didn’t revolve around him, but he was starting to wish it did. It was stupid, and there were dozens of other people he could call for a quick fuck in this town if you stood him up, but suddenly none of them sounded interesting.

He circled back to that picture you’d sent him earlier and found himself wishing he could see your face.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he muttered out loud to no one in particular and forced himself to turn his phone off to try and sleep again.

-

The second night was much like the first. Quick sex, donuts, cherry coke. You didn’t even finish your half of the donuts before you were out the door. You expected the third night to be the same, along with that awkward ‘we might never see each other again’ interaction that happens at the end of every fling, but what you got was far from it.

“You should stay.”

You already had one shoe on when he dropped that out of nowhere and-

“What?” was all you could say.

“It’s late, you should stay over. We could get breakfast in the morning or something.”

“Wonwoo, I-”

“You don’t sleep over after one-night-stands, I know.”

“Then why are you asking me?”

“Well, it’s been three nights…” he trailed off.

“But it’s the same arrangement,” you argued.

“What if it wasn’t?”

You put down your other shoe and stood up. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

“I have those rules for a reason. I didn’t just make them up for fun. Without them… feelings get hurt. Hearts get broken. Things get complicated.”

“I know.” Wonwoo sighed softly and took a tentative step towards you. “But-”

“But what?”

“But it doesn’t have to be like that,” he finished. “It won’t be like that.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t,” he said honestly. “But there’s a first time for everything.”

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[soft-boi-eli]

Ayo do you write for poly relationships?

If that's so, could you do a cc!Karlnapity x male reader? Quackity is hella stressed because of law school and is very tired so the others just

Do little things for him, like acts of service and just, being supportive---

Feel free to say no if it makes you uncomfortable :>

Yep. I myself am poly but not in a relationship yet. So I am perfectly comfortable with it.

We believe in you.

Summary: quackity needs some tlc. With the stress of law school higher then ever you, karl, and sapnap decide to take care of him while he studies.

Pronouns: he him his

Quackity. The hyper happy streamer. Was in his office/streaming room studying for finals.

The stress he was under was immense and all you and your two other boyfriends wanted to do was comfort him and help him through this intense time.

You were monitoring how much he has eaten or drank today. That counter was at zero. The amount of times for a stressful break was monitored by karl. And the bathroom breaks by sapnap. With all of the counters at zero you guys went to work.

You were the only one that could cook in this house. The others would burn it down. So you were always on dinner duty. Or lunch. Even breakfast.

Whipping up some tomato soup and grilled cheese you were quick to plate it. These we're quick simple and the best thing for them to consume.

While sapnap and karl were harassing him to get up you were setting up the living room for a mental break for him. Setting it up for two episodes of the show you guys were watching you yelled up to them. "guys I'm done. And if you have to drag him."

You were making him take this break. Whether he liked it or not. Cramming can be useful yes. But not all the time. Not for hours on end with no food or water. Watching your two boyfriends literally dragging your third one down you smirked.

"So. You thought that you could get away with not eating, drinking, or even bathroom breaks. You thought wrong." Quackity stared at you. That look. He's seen it before.

"No. No! If I don't study I can't pass!" He was desperate to get out of their arms. Walking up to him you squished his cheeks. "Hun. It's gonna be an hour at max. You need to eat. Get some water. We're worried. You haven came out of that room for over 6 hours. Meaning you haven't eaten, haven't filled your water bottle, haven't used the bathroom. It's not healthy. And your brain needs fuel. Not energy drinks." He looked at you for a moment.

What you said was true. Every human needs it. But he just wanted to finish his notes. The ones that he said would be done in less then three hours. The ones that he could study for the final exam with.

But all three of your guys puppy dog eyes won him over.

"Fine. But no longer then an hour." He fully gave in. Letting go of his face you smiled. "Great! I made grilled cheese and tomato soup." Quackity looked over with stars in his eyes.

"You could of just said that Mi Amor. You know I would die for you soup." Rolling you eyes to him as he quickly picked up his plate and bowl.

This man.

He was scarfing it down like he was a starving man.

I mean waking up, studying, and not eating at all does that to you.

As the show played quackity seemed to relax a bit more. That was all you wanted. Him to sit back, relax, give himself a break.

Sadly the two episodes were over faster then they began. Leaving quackity to go back upstairs. Laving his three worried boyfriends.

"Okay guys." They looked at you confused for a sec.

"Every hour we bring him something. Water, a snack, blanket, hot drinks, cuddles. What ever you want. Just make sure he's taking care of himself alright?" They nodded.

"Good. Who's on first hour duty?" Karl was quick. He was nearly springing out of his seat as he raised his hand.

You were fine with it because your took at least two hours.

You were making cookies.

You knew the boys couldn't resist any of the baked goods you made. After all you were a cooking and baking youtuber.

So as the hours passed by the guys kept reminding quackity to take breaks. Telling him to go to the bathroom, stretch his legs a little, have a hug.

So when you finished the last batch it was your turn up there. Bringing a plate full of cookies and milk with you, you knocked gently.

"I swear to God sapnap if you're there again I'm going to ki-." He opened the door and looked directly at you. "Not sapnap this time I brought cookies though!" He greedily grabbed the cookies and milk, letting you in as he did so.

"So studying been going well?" He shrugged. "Could be better could be worse." Laughing lightly you sat in one of the chairs there.

"But way better now that you brought me cookies." Shaking your head you stretched. "Honestly if I didn't decide to learn. I would of never met you guys. But boy am I happy for that. Now I'm with my three handsome boyfriends. One of them ever so cuddly. The other quite the amazing voice. And lastly my extremely smart boy who is going to help so many people when he passes his finals." He tilted his head at you.

Standing up you kissed his forehead. "I belive in you alex. Just remember that your mental health is just as important as this exam." Your voice was soft on his forehead.

"Yeah! You are one of the smartest j have met! Don't you dare give up. But don't you dare mentally strain yourself!" Sapnap was loud.

Rolling your eyes you looked at the two in the door way.

"Yeah! We're here for you alex. If you need a small break we'll always be right here for you! Be it a hug, kiss, cookie, a tv break. Even just an hour of us laying in bed doing nothing except talking. We're here for you!" Karl was quick to add on. God you loved them yet they always tend to get way to cheesy.

"God you guys. I have no clue what I'm going to do with you three. I can't thank you enough." Quackity was about ready to break down in tears. With the ruffle of the hair you smiled brightly.

"No need. You are going through something that you need to work hard on. We aren't going to let you not take care of yourself." You opened your arms. On arm around quackity already.

You were inviting the other two over to join the hug.

Rushing over their arms over layed quackity and you. Squeezing the life out of you both.

God. Don't let this dream come to an end.

Bouns:

At the end of the day. All you, sapnap, and karl knew was the day coming to an end. This wasn't going to end with out quackity.

"Hey. Alex. How close are you to being done?" He turned to you. You hadn't really interuped him the whole time only every once in a while to bring up a snack. He looked up and down your pajama clad body.

He shook his head lightly. "You get comfortable with karl and sapnap. I'll be there in about 15-20 minutes." Nodding lightly you walked up the stairs. Leading to the massive room. This was the room you all shared. While also having your own room for when you wanted to sleep separately.

Karl and sapnap laid awake in their respective spots. "He's not coming to bed?" Sapnap asked. You shook your head.

"He said 15-20 minutes." Crawling between the taller ones you left space for quackity to crawl in.

He was a little off from the 15-20 minutes. He took 30 instead. But you weren't complaining one of your main sources of heat for the night was now in the bed, curled up, head on your chest, hands lightly intertwined with the other two.

Leaving your hands open to lightly comb his hair back and massage his scalp and back. This man was studying for at least 12 hours. And he deserved it.

There was no complaints from anyone. Not even quackity which was quite unusual. Except for the fact he had passed out almost as soon as your fingers started at his scalp.

His little snores brought a smile to your face while little giggles came from karl. While a chuckel came from sapnap. It's unusual for quackity to fall asleep first. But you wouldn't change it.

Not for the world.

*Ahem* I am now one year on testosterone! God it's been a weird journey but I do feel happier about myself.

Also I loved this fluffy tooth rotting oneshot. It made me happy to shower quackity, karl, and sapnap in love. They deserve it!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night/morning/evening.

Eli out.

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[an-angel-in-the-garden]

hi hi~ it is I your friendly neighborhood vulture here to pick ur lovely brain ~

Ok ok so imagine slashers ( michael (ur choice of version) , asa , Billy and stu (poly) and Jesse) coming home after a long day just to tired to deal and either seeking out or allowing their s/o to comfort them ~ whether just headcanons or head cannons and ficlet I'll let u decide~

Hello my darling birdie!!! I'm so happy to see you here! Welcome to my garden hope you stay awhile just try not to pull to many flowers this time kay ^v^ And as my best vulture I did both! CW: Blood, murder in passing ,obsessives behavior ,Just the normal slasher stuff and slight NSFW, OOC slashers and Not beta read or edited

Michael the RZ version

It's been a long day first having to go shopping for the week then cleaning to get rid of all the stains still left behind meant you were tired it seemed however you weren't the only busy one. Michael had be gone since early morning a pat on the head was all you gotten before he headed out and now slightly past 1 he was back. The echo of his boot steps were purposeful as he shut the door the cling of his knife hitting the counter ever more audible before the creek of the stairs let you know what the "plan" was. It doesn't take long for him to reach the bedroom and unlike most nights where the two of you would lay down and enjoy bliss each others comfort this time it was clear another approach would have to be taken. Michael now stood at the doorway mask dyed red and breathing heavy, whatever happen was not the outcome he wanted so with slow careful steps you began step one.

Michael no matter what is not one to seek comfort or affection it is something you have to be will to initiate willing and be willing to go slow with

Bathing is a good way to make him feel relaxed and if he tired or having a bad day its what he want and its one of the few times he's quick to remove him make you touching his hair makes him very happy

After a nice bath he wants but wont say he wants cuddle's and the start of step two

Sit on his lap and just let him hold you in a soft voice talk about you day or plans for the week or just things you enjoy its a bit of domestic life that makes him warm

turn a movie on and stay close run you hands through his hair and just exists with him for a while now for the best part

Once he's calmed down two things could happen one is that he'll pull you both down to the bed curled up with you in his arms and the sound of a movie still playing in the background letting himself fully relax

Option two is less common but more enjoyable Michael will move both you and him to the table in the room covered in his craft supplies where hell being working on his paper mache mask, asking you for input or wanting you to join if you fall asleep that's fine he's more the content just having you there

Stu Matcher and Billy Loomis

Its not hard to tell when one of them is having a hard day. After a long day of classes and keeping up with everyone Billy was exhausted had told but you and Stu as much more then one and Stu wasn't much better it seemed. Any plans that had been made were canceled as you told your boys it would be a good day for a date in, some cheesy slasher flicks tons of snacks and ordering food was the new plan. Telling everyone good bye then heading back to your place the the boys are quick to make themselves at home Stu starts by ordering dinner for the three of you Billy picks out a few movies and you head to the kitchen to make the snacks. It about an hour before everything is fully ready and with the date night begins with Stu being the first to say he needs some affection after the long day. Though he doesn't say anything at first Billy is fast to act on said affection once its shown leaning over to ask for some love as well.

Its kinda hard to give them comfort together since they both need different things at first but give it some time and it tends to end with a cuddle pile

Stu prefers holding one to waist head on in your neck or on your tummy nuzzling and kiss you having you give him head pats and forehead kisses while also rubbing his back

Billy likes having you on his lap your back to his chest his head resting on yours or on your shoulder hand locked together around your waist just holding you

If they're both in need of affection and comfort its a mix of both with Stu's head on your stomach and Billy's on your shoulder Billy's holding one hand and his other is on you hip Stu is doing the same on the opposite side

Billy feeds you snacks you feed Stu and Stu throw snacks at Billy and changes the movie when needed

Cuddles last for a long time often time it end with you three falling asleep with you in the middle of the two of them

Its not hard to know when they need comfort along with the fact that Stu is open about needing it and Billy will follow his lead when he sees you dont mind

Jesse Cromeans

Jesses always enjoys having your attention even if its for something small however, when he's in need of comfort he prefers you not being around him not because he worried about things but because he's bad at asking for it so he tends to just lock him self up in work. With that its very easy to tell when he's have a bad day its getting close to him that's hard. It starts like any relaxing day a nice warm meal whether you make it yourself for him or order something he likes its a way for you to get close. Tried and angry from a day of work the only thing on Jesse's mind is getting home what he wasn't expecting was to come home to you having gotten the places cleaned up with a meal laid out in the living ready to spend time with him and well he just couldn't say no to that. Its not hard after that to get him to set work aside till tomorrow as long as its not super important and from there the rest of the night can begin.

Jesse really enjoys slow intimacy and when his days been bad and he needs to let go having you take the lead in a nice slow pace helps him let go of the chromeskull mindset whether you know about it or not

He likes to snuggle wrapped almost fully around you with you as close as possible

Kisses are a must they make him so happy many people find him scary with go reason but here you are the love of his giving him kisses as if this is a perfectly normal relationship

Like with Michael two things can happen after he relaxes and gets your affection and comfort however its based on how your feeling not him

If you keep with the soft lead it ends with you curled against his side feeding each other fresh fruit and chocolate watching movies and shows while he talks about dates he's hoping to take you on

The other option is that you head to the bedroom hell pull you on his chest arms wrapped around you hearing you talk about this and that while just ignoring the world till he falls asleep

The next day Jesse will take off work after days of needing to seek your comfort it make him acknowledge he needs a break to not burn out or not to move to fast in the work and the day will be spent with you by his side

Asa Emory

Asa has always gone by a schedule and unless it is absolutely necessary he will not deviate from it and that includes for affection and goes double for if you want to give him comfort on exhausting days. He doesn't like feeling weak and though he loves you in a twisted way you thinking he needs comfort makes him feel weak. For weeks Asa will come home tired and frustrated his class is in the mist of exams so he has tons of work and the collection isn't going well but he wont let you in on it. The best you can do for the time being is just lightly his work load at home keep things clean, make meals for him so he doesn't skip them if the dogs are at the house help take care of them and things like that its not much but he pays attention to things like that and will notice that your helping him. Seeing you working hard to help him not stress as much while still waiting for him to take the steps like usual helps him come around to the idea of letting you spoil him for a while. Once he gets to that point remember to keep things slow though rushing it after that makes him stay on edge.

For Asa slow and steady is the way to go when he's ready to let you spoil him he will tell you outright that he "requires" your attention

He wont let this happen on a weekday only a weekend where he can fully relax and rest but he leaves the rest to you and that's a big step

Setting up a nice date in is the best way to go and though he likes homemade meals on a day like this he doesn't mind ordering dinner that night

On days he can relax with you the first thing he wants to do is cook for you as odd as it might be it gives him a starting point to let you show him affection

Eating breakfast together then heading to the living room with curled up on the couch you read to him for a bit him might interject sometimes depending on what its about but he just holds you close for a while

Tacking the dogs for a walk is the next part of the day hand in hand taking a walking path and enjoy the day whether its cold or hot he likes walking time

Domestic bliss is something he adores its what he's always craved and you give him the chance to have it so often it keeps him on cloud nine

After going back home out on a documentary and snuggle up to him the dogs will be on beds near the couch and hell have you laying you head on his lap while he runs his hand along you neck and back

You'll eat later in the day and enjoy quite time he might want to rant about his class, he wants to hear about the things you've been into lately and slowly the night winds down

Given that he has no work the next day if your feeling up to it he want to end the day by embracing you its been a while and its not something he up for much but after weeks of not being around you much he craves the close touch

It might not even end with sex he just want to caress your body looking over the curves and lines feeling you fully without restrictions till your both tired and with that he pulls you close to him whispering that he's grateful for you love and thanking you for the wonderful day

Ta-da! I hope all enjoy this and a big thanks to my best birdie buddy for requesting this I had fun writing it and I hope to see here more often! To my other followers if your looking forward to the next part of My Soulmates A God then be happy its the next thing I'm working on. Have a great day and thank you for reading! - Lilly Ps you can really tell I favored Asa here huh..

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[silversatoru]

HOHO💖THANK YOU 💘 I was thinking one very Angst with Gojo, like.. He realizes he loves his best friend, but when he confesses they heavily reject him saying they could never trust him that way due to his womanizer self(?) and bc they love nanami,, like,, when they see him they're like 🎇💘MMHH YES, I feel awful but I love seeing gojo in pain for somewhat reason

Im so sorry😂🙏 if you don't want to write this, it's okay👌😌 thank you dear💖

too late

a/n: my past like 4 gojo asks have all been about him being a whore,,, y’all love to slander this man and see him in pain (me too)

synopsis: gojo loves you, you love nanami, things are messy 

t/w: angst, gojo is very sad

w/c: 1.4k

you’ve been gojo satoru’s best friend for as long as you can remember — two brainless jujutsu sorcerers who could never take anything seriously. the two of you together were simultaneously the biggest annoyance and also quite a force to be reckoned with. your abilities were no where near those of satoru, but you complimented him perfectly and no one stood a chance if the two of you were together — and you were always together.

in fact you were together right now, grabbing some food after effortlessly taking out some curses a few cities over. satoru enjoyed the sweeter things in life, downing a package of powdered-coated dough balls while you stuck to your savory bowl of spicy rice cakes. this was tradition for the two of you, sitting on a random bench somewhere in a random city munching on snacks and debriefing on the mission you’d just completed.

you loved it, and you loved satoru — like a brother, like a best friend, like a favorite teammate. you loved satoru but not in the way he loved you.

it was a recent realization, that he loved you in a romantic kind of way. he’d always just seen you as his best friend, but recently your eyes have sparkled a little more, your skin glowed a little brighter, and your voice sounded a little smoother when it flowed into his ears. it was right now, while he watched your sauce-covered lips suck down another rice cake, that he realized he wanted nothing more than to kiss you — right here and right in front of everyone. 

the only problem was, he had quite the history of being a womanizer. satoru went through women as if they were a one-time-use disposable product, and you were very aware of this. but none of those women were you, and he promised himself that he’d give you everything you deserved when he finally confessed. 

“can i have one?” you pointed to his near empty package of sweets and shook him out of his thoughts.

satoru wasn’t much for sharing, especially his desserts, but you were an exception. he plucked out a powdery ball (one that he knew was your favorite flavor) and popped it into your mouth. him hand-feeding you should have been weird, but you’ve been friends for so long that you didn’t think twice about it. you bit the sticky dough down between your teeth, a cheesy smile stretching across your face when you noticed he got your flavor right. 

“th-aanks,” you mumbled, mouth stuffed full of sugary confection. 

in the midst of your chewing, you felt a napkin swipe across your mouth to remove the excess powdered sugar. you eyed satoru suspiciously, starting to catch on to how overly-touchy he was being today. but he just shrugged, making snarky comments about how messy of an eater you were.

it wasn’t until the two of you finished your snacks and were walking through the city that you finally questioned him. he’d wrapped his arm through yours, pulling you close so you were walking right next to his side — his weirdly intimate actions today were starting to stack up. 

“what are you doing?” you peered up at him, giving your arm a small yank as you attempted (and failed) to put some space between the two of you. 

“that guy over there was checking you out,” he shamelessly pointed to a dark-haired man further up the street, his voice defensive. 

“okay, and? that bothers you-?” you yanked again, finally pulling your arm free of his embrace.

“no, but he looks like a weirdo, you deserve someone better than that,” he insisted, an evil grin on his face as he turned his pointer finger so it was facing himself. 

“like me!”

“oh, like nanami” 

your voices came out at the exact same time, but the content of your words could not have been more different. 

“nanami!?”

“you!?”

the two of you froze in the middle of the street, faces covered in equal amounts of shock and confusion. satoru had finally confessed his feelings to, and you’d just accidentally and unintentionally shut him down with one word — nanami.

“nanami?” he repeated again, an edge to his voice as he tried to protect his ego and mask his jealousy. 

“yeah, i- uh, i planned to tell you soon that we’ve been seeing each other recently. i had no idea that you-” you scrambled to explain the situation, trying not to let the hurt on your friend’s face get to you, “you’re with other women all the time satoru, how was i supposed to know?”

he winced at the unintentional insult, his history with women weighing heavy on his shoulders as he realized it was a prominent factor in your rejection. 

“ah - it’s fine! nanami beat me to it i guess. i’m happy for you guys,” he attempted a genuine smile, and anyone else may have been fooled by it too, but you knew him better than to fall for his shitty façade. 

you noticed the tiniest twitch of his eyebrow, and the smallest quiver of his lip as he continued to hide and protect his true feelings. it broke your heart in half, having to watch him put on a show like this. 

“i’m sorry,” you let the apology spill from your lips a few times, but he was very quick to remind you that none of this was your fault. 

“we’ll still be friends, right? i don’t know what i’d do without you,” you gave him a somber look, imagining a future without him by your side. 

satoru and nanami were good friends as well, and you’d never forgive yourself if this tore their friendship apart. 

“of course,” he gave you a cheeky smile and then continued walking down the street with a quick wave of his hand, instructing you to follow him. 

you jogged a couple steps to catch up to him, and he immediately started making jokes about a weird-looking man who was selling street food to your left. in a matter of seconds he was back to his typical self — so much so that it seemed as if your conversation had never happened. 

and that's exactly how satoru tried to imagine his life — as if that conversation had never occurred. he knew how important he was to you, but he also saw the way you looked an nanami with stars in your eyes. he knew that you needed them both, and so he stayed and watched you fall in love with someone who wasn’t him. 

whenever you asked, he told you that it had been a weird one-time thing and that he didn’t feel that way towards you anymore. he’d listen to your stories about the ex-business man and force smiles and laughter to make you happy. because that was all he ever wanted, for you to be happy, and if that meant you had to be with someone else, so be it. 

you and satoru were one in the same, so incredibly alike that maybe you would never have worked out anyway. you were raging with energy, energy that satoru only fueled stronger — where as nanami was gentle, peaceful, the opposite of you and your silver-haired counterpart. nanami cooled you down and and kept you centered, and that was what you needed, but it was something satoru would never have been able to give you. 

so when years had gone by and nanami asked him to be the best man at your wedding, he was crippled. he knew how important it was to you but he could hardly stand the thought of watching you vow yourself to the blonde-man. but despite his feelings, he didn’t even hesitate to say yes. you’d be so disappointed if he hadn’t.

and so he threw on his mask one last time, standing tall in a sleek, black suit as he watch you spill your feelings to nanami in a beautiful vow. you looked perfect, so stunning, and it tore him up that he wasn’t the one standing across from you. 

but he laughed and smiled all night, because that’s who he was. gojo satoru was always expected to be the life the party, and it was a heavy burden to carry. he was so tired of keeping up an act for you and for everyone else; all he wanted was to bury his head into your neck and rest. but he’d never have that, he’d never have you, and tonight made it official. 

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