#couple fighting

You have cleaned the entire house. Literally every single corner. The floors are shining, the rug in the living room has been vacuumed of every tiny crumb, and there isn’t a single speck of dust left anywhere (or at least you hope so).

And just now, you've finished the dishes too.

You set the pink mug onto the dish dryer, and with a heavy sigh you rest your yellow-gloved hands against the damp edge of the counter, completely at a loss for what to do next.

Your head tilts to the side as you stare blankly with a grim face at the Hello Kitty mug slowly dripping dry on the rack, as if it’s somehow responsible for your overwhelming boredom.

Well... clearly nobody is saying “hello” to your kitty tonight, because your boyfriend is far too occupied with whatever the hell is happening on his monitor, leaving you to slowly die of having absolutely nothing to do.

So yes, you take back every single thought you’ve ever had about boring men, because at least a boring man would be here next to you.

You had sworn to yourself earlier that you'd leave him alone and let him have his little game night (again) But come on... He's been playing for five hours already, and at this point, he genuinely can't blame you for missing your man.

After few thoughts, you finally peel the rubber gloves off your hands, toss them onto the counter, and head toward your shared bedroom. You push the door open just enough to peek inside, leaning half your body through the doorway to get a view of the room.

Jungkook's gaming setup is tucked beneath the glass wall overlooking the city from high up in the skyscraper. It's a view most people would kill for. But the boy couldn't give less of a fuck bout the view.

He has his back completely turned to you. From behind his gaming chair, all you can see is the back of his head, bobbing slightly while his hands fly frantically across the backlit keyboard and mouse.

"Fuck, he shot me!" Jungkook suddenly barks into his headset. "Tae, you're blocking the door! Move, bitch! Turn left, turn left...Shit, no, the other left!"

You lean your shoulder against the doorframe, crossing your arms on your chest as you keep observing him.

"Kook?"

No response.

"Jungkook," you try again, a little louder this time.

But there is still no answer. He just slams the mouse button, letting out a frustrated growl as his character takes another hit.

You pout to yourself as a petty spark of irritation arises in your chest.

​Pushing yourself off the doorframe with your shoulder, you cross the room until you're standing right behind his chair. You scan his setup; Sitting beside his keyboard are two empty energy drink cans (which he knows you deeply disapprove of). The glass of lemon water you brought him earlier as a sweet gesture to keep him hydrated remains abandoned, and still completely full.

​You let out a scoff, resting both hands on the high back of his gaming chair. Jungkook stiffens slightly, sensing your sudden presence. He uses one hand to casually push the headset cup off one ear, while his right hand remains glued to his mouse, fingers twitching over the buttons.

​"What's up?"

​"When are you finishing?"

​Jungkook flicks his eyes to the bottom right corner of his monitor, checking the time. "In three hours, maybe."

​"Three hours?" you whine, unable to hide your disbelief. "Come on, Kook, you’ve been sitting here for so long already..."

​"I know, but—shit!" He cuts himself off, his eyes widening as an enemy squad jumps his team. His fingers go into overdrive, trying to make his character slide behind a concrete wall in the game. "Wait, hold on babe, give me a second."

​You stand there, leaning against his chair with a thoroughly unhappy expression, watching him work.

​Once his character is safely tucked into a corner, he leans into his mic. "Toilet pause. Give me three minutes," he mutters, hitting the key to mute himself.

​He spins his chair slightly to the side, opening up just enough space for you to slip in. "Sit down." He pats his thigh, looking up at you.

You stay on your feet, the stubbornness taking over. "Can't you just end this already? I'm pretty sure the world won't end if they're down one person on the team."

"It'a an important match."

" Is it?"

​Jungkook lets out a tiny, irritated sigh. You had promised earlier that you wouldn't whine about his game night, and he clearly remembers it. Without waiting for you to comply, he reaches out, catching the hem of your shirt and pulls you directly onto his lap.

" You're complaining again."

​You instinctively wrap one arm around his neck to balance yourself, and tuck your body comfortably against his side.

​"I knoooow," you drag out, resting your chin against the side of his head, "but you didn't say it would take this long. You haven't spent any time with me tonight."

​"I am now. We're talking, aren't we?," he answers smoothly, though your annoyance only spikes when his eyes immediately wander back to the screen to check his health bar.

​"That's not the same!" you protest, nudging his jaw with your fingers to make him look at you. "You're still half in the game."

​He lets out a dramatic huff, but lastly a defeated smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Fine. I'll just finish this match and then I'm all yours, deal?" He leans in, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek.

You roll your eyes at the bare-minimum effort, but your hands move on instinct to fix the collar of his black Supreme hoodie. Determined to break his focus completely, you tug at the material of his hoodie and pull him in for a real kiss.

​It works instantly. For a delicious second, Jungkook ditches the game. His hand finally leaves the mouse, slipping up your leg to trace slow strokes up and down your thigh. You lean into him even more to deepen the kiss, eating up as much of his attention as he's willing to give.

You part your lips, inviting him to slip his tongue inside, and he obliges instantly. You catch the faint, chemical taste of the energy drink he’d chugged earlier spreading on his tongue. You attempt to take the lead and assert at least a bit of dominance, but Jungkook shuts that down in an instant. He tilts his head just right, deepening the angle, and completely steals the breath right out of your lungs. God, he is so unfairly good at this. You never want it to stop.

...But as if on cue, someone decides to ruin the moment;

​"Did JK get diarrhea or what? Bro, they're destroying us!" A muffled voice erupts from his headset.

You let out a frustrated whine as Jungkook tears his lips away from yours. His eyes blown out, as he blinks up at you, completely dazed for a fraction of a second. But the moment his brain registers what is going on, his eyes instantly dart back toward the screen.

​"Kook..." you plead, trailing your lips down to his jawline, attempting to draw his attention back.

​"Babe, I need to log back in," he rasps.

His hand slips off your thigh, reaching back for the mouse as he clicks his mic back on. "I'm here, I'm here. Heading to base, cover me"

He shifts you slightly on his lap, adjusting your weight so he can reach the keyboard properly. His arms frame you on both sides, chest pressed firmly against your back, and he rests his chin right over your shoulder, his breath fanning the side of your neck, but his gaze is completely locked onto the chaotic battlefield.

"Seriously?" You lean back against him.

​Since he still has his headset pushed off one ear, he catches your murmur over the game noises. "You can talk," he mutters absently, but you know damn well he's only saying it so you won't throw a fit right here on his lap.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rattles out from the ear cup, and the screen flashes red.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"Jungkook snaps, his entire body tensing beneath you as he slams his hand against the desk. "Unbelievable. What are these fuckers even doing?!"

"Jungkook..." you say warningly, raising an eyebrow at his sudden outburst.

"These idiots literally don't know how to play," he mumbles, his jaw clenched as he waits to respawn.

You sigh heavily, reaching out to pick up one of the empty cans sitting on his desk. You turn it around in your fingers, absentmindedly reading the label until your eyes land on the bold text: EXTRA PORTION CAFFEINE

"I told you to stop drinking this garbage," you scold him, tapping the can against his forehead.

"You did," he agrees instantly, but his tone is now completely hollowed out by his pure gamer mode.

He's not even listening properly to you.

Setting the can back down, you reach up and tangle your fingers into bis soft hair. "Jungkook..."

He gives a tiny, impatient nod against your shoulder, silently telling you to go ahead and speak while he chooses his ammunition.

"Promise that tomorrow is for us," you demand, tugging lightly at his dark locks.

"Promise,"

"Promise that you promise?"

"I promise, Y/N," he repeats, using your name as if that proves he’s paying total attention.

You narrow your eyes, but a mischievous idea forms in your mind; You’re going to test whether he’s really listening or if he’s simply running on autopilot.

"So...you'll do everything I want tomorrow?" you ask, leaning back just enough to catch a glimpse of his side profile.

He nods. "Yeah."

"Really? Will you take me shopping?"

"Yeah..."

"Buy me a bag?"

"Mhm."

"A Birkin?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Oh, you're so talking trash right now," you mutter.

You aggressively wriggle your shoulder in irritation, shoving his chin off you as you scramble off his lap.

​Jungkook looks at you confused. His hands instinctively shoot out to stabilize you. "Woah–the fuck? What’s your problem now?"

"You,"

"Y/N, come on..." he groans, making a face that practically screams 'Bro, don't make a scene again.' when you try to wriggle from his grasp.

His fingers hook into the elastic waistband of your pants to keep you in place. You try to yank yourself free, but he doesn't let go.

"Kook, it’s so fucking annoying!" You bite out, glaring down at him.

"What is?!"

"You and your shit-ass computer!"

Jungkook lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes as he reaches for the power button on his PC tower. "God, fine! I'll turn it off, okay? Will that make you happy?"

​"No," Play. Go ahead! you snap,"I don't care anymore. You can literally mold here on your chair for all I care."

Driven by pure annoyance, you raise your elbow and shove his arm away, breaking his grip on your waistband.

​ "JK? Bro, where the fuck are you?" his squadmates' irritating voices crackle through again.

​Jungkook ignores them for a second, his brow furrowing at you when you start grabbing the trash scattered around his desk, crushing the empty cans in your fist and collecting the granola bar wrappers from behind the speaker.

"Not even a girlfriend anymore," you mutter bitterly under your breath. "Just a fucking maid. A live-in housekeeper for a gamer."

Jungkook lets out an unamused huff, clearly fed up with your constant nagging. The moment his friends call for him over the headset again, he mutters a dismissive, "Whatever," and goes right back to playing.

Just like that.

You freeze, holding a handful of crumpled trash, staring at the side of his head in absolute disbelief. He didn't even fight for you. Didn't offer a real apology. He just gave up and went right back to his stupid match.

No way. There is no fucking way you are leaving it like this. You are about to make him regret neglecting you so damn much.

Turning on your heel, you march out of the bedroom. Then, just when Jungkook probably thinks he finally got you out of his his business, you're right back. And you aren't alone. You're back with a damp kitchen towel and you are fully prepared to use it for your evil plans.

Stopping just outside the doorway, you unbutton the top few buttons of your shirt, making your chest more exposed. You take a slow breath and lean confidently over the edge of his desk, propping yourself up on one arm so that your décolletage is on full display. You begin wiping the wooden surface in slow circles.

At first, he doesn't notice. His eyes stay locked on the screen, following his character's every move. Unhappy with his lack of attention, you purposely reach out, sliding the towel beside his mousepad, making sure to touch his fingers with the damp towel.

​The sudden movement finally catches his attention. His eyes wander over to see what you're doing, and the moment he looks, he does a complete double take. His fingers freeze over the keys, while his eyes drop straight to your chest, instantly taking in the deep curve of your cleavage practically spilling into his view.

He quickly darts his eyes up to look at your face, trying to catch your expression, but you turn your head away just in time, hiding your evil little smile.

Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his chair, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek as his jaw visibly tightens. You know him all too well. You know how easily distracted he gets by you, and above all, you know he absolutely loves your tits. And right now, he can't touch a single thing.

"Yo, u guys saw that?!" His teammate practically scream over the in-game chatter.

​"Yeah... saw that." Jungkook lets out a low murmur, his eyes entirely glued to the volume of your chest.

A snort almost escapes your nose. You know he isn't talking about the match.

When you're finally done wiping down his right side, you don't just walk around to the left like a normal person. Instead, you slide directly in front of him, leaning into his even more into his space until your chest is practically hovering inches from his face.

The low cut of your shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, your breasts framed perfectly right in his line of sight. You lazily drag the damp cloth across the surface.

​"Can you... like... scoot over?" you ask, keeping your act innocent, forcing him to move a little bit to the side. "Yeah, thank you."

​Jungkook tilts his head back against his headrest, his pupils blown out as his breathing starts to grow heavier. He looks like a man being pushed to his absolute limit.

​"Y/N..." he gives you a warning look .

"What?" you ask, stopping your scrubbing motions to look at him with harmless eyes.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"This," he mutters, his eyes darting frantically between your exposed cleavage and the glowing monitor. "I'm going to fucking lose."

​You offer him a sweet, utterly ruthless smile, patting the edge of his desk. "Then you better lock in, Kook."

Jungkook lets out a tortured groan, giving your breasts one last hungry look. Before you can even react, his fingers reach up and tangle into your hair, pulling your head back just enough to force you out of his face and up off his desk.

You let out a soft yelp, more out of surprise than actual pain, caught off guard by the sharp movement.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a teasing, challenging glint in his dark eyes despite the tension radiating off him. "Since you're suddenly in such a cleaning mood... why don't you go clean the window?"

"Fuck you," you mutter dryly. You both know you aren't actually interested in house chores right now.

Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh, his eyes flashing with amusement as he snaps his head back to his monitor just in time to react to an enemy sliding around the corner on screen.

You sure as hell aren't about to make his battle any easier.

As you give one last swipe of the towel across his desk, you deeply make sure to very, very "accidentally" catch the edge of the tall glass sitting in the area of his mousepad. Unfortunately (for him) the entire glass of lemon water tips sideways, dumping a wave of liquid directly into his lap.

​"Ah–shit, babe!" Jungkook whines, as he shoves his chair back, staring down at his soaked sweatpants.

​"Oh my god! Oh no, I'm so, so sorry!" you gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth and playing the part of the panicked, clumsy girlfriend to absolute perfection

​You quickly pull a handful of tissues from the box sitting on the cupboard nearby and strut over to him, and stride over to him, immediately starting to wipe down his lap.

"Wait—Y/n, stop—" Jungkook takes a sharp breath, his hands flying to the armrests of his gaming chair.

You completely ignore him and begin methodically dabbing the paper towels over his lap. You take your sweet time, applying pressure, dragging the paper slowly over his clothed dick. Every single time your palm presses down, you feel his lower abdomen lock up, his thighs tensing beneath your touch.

​"Oh, look, some of it ran down the side,"

To make it a little bit harder for him, you slide underneath the wooden lip of the desk, dropping onto your knees in the narrow space right between his thighs to wipe the droplets off the floor.

​"I really didn't mean to, it just slipped," you purr, tilting your head up to look at him through your lashes.

​Jungkook narrows his eyes down at you with, completely tuning out his friends screaming gibberish through his headset. The prominent bulge beneath the damp material of his sweatpants is impossible to miss. You raise a brow at him, when he bites down on his lower lip so hard it loses all color.

​Resting your chin casually on his knee, you look up at him and smile sweetly. "What's wrong, Kookie?"

​"You are evil," he rasps bitterly.

​You giggle softly, reaching up with one palm to massage the firm muscle of his inner thigh. "You are so tense, baby... you really need to relax."

​Keeping unbroken eye contact with him, you push off his legs with both hands, slowly rising up in the narrow space between his thighs. Your palms slide smoothly up over his knees and across his broad thighs, pulling you closer until you're hovering right over his lap. ​When you are finally face-to-face with him, you lean in and plant a juicy peck right on his parted lips.

​"I don't want to interrupt," you mumble right against his mouth, "but I think you're losing..."

​ "And whose fucking fault is that?"

​You laugh, tilting your head to the side with a playful smirk, as he stares at you, completely undone and entirely at your mercy.

.."Well, my job here is done," you hum cheerfully.

You take the damp kitchen towel from his desk and prepare to make your grand exit, stepping over his widely leg to leave him to his fate.

"Wait—where do you think you're going?!" Jungkook gives you a confused look, his hand shooting out to slam his palm against the desk frame, trapping you between his frame and the computer setup.

You stop in your tracks, and tilt your head at the rustrated glint flashing in his pupils.

"You did that on purpose," he accuses. "All of it. Don't even try to deny it."

"Me?" You blink, placing a hand over your heart with the most hurt expression you can muster. "I was just helping you clean up, Kook."

Jungkook groans, his gaze dropping down to his wet lap before snapping back to your face. "Yeah, right. Now help me take care of this," he gestures pointedly toward the undeniable bulge.

"I can't. You need to log back in, remember?"

You raise your hand (the one still clutching the damp kitchen towel) and press it firmly against his chest, pushing him back until his spine hits the backrest of his gaming chair.

​Jungkook lets out a scoff. "You are so fucking dead..."

​Before he can even finish his threat, you bring the damp towel up and gently smack him right across the face with it. The light blow catches him off guard, making him instinctively pull his arm back from the desk to block his face. Taking full advantage of the split second, you slip right past him, striding toward the bedroom door with an unbothered sway in your hips.

​You glance back over your shoulder, flashing him a smile. "Sorry... must have been the wind."

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ᴬᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ᴺᵒᵗᵉ: I am fully aware the "gamer boyfriend jungkook" trope has been done to death already, but well... i just couldn't resist. Had to write my own one n istg i would die if i didn't. ߹𖥦߹ Gamer jk is way too hot to leave him be anyway. Sooo hope u enjoyed ₊˚♡

. . .

As I’ve mentioned before, Blue’s family kicked her out when they found out she was gay. Her parents were really aggressive about it but her little brother, Sean, was something like thirteen or fourteen at the time so at the time, Blue really didn’t fault him for it. But it’s been about six years, he’s an adult, and Blue’s started to harbor some resentment that despite no longer living with their parents, he still hasn’t made any attempt to reach out to her. It comes from a place of just really missing him, but she’s still mad. Razz blames himself for a lot of it, if he hadn’t been selfish and been with Blue, if he had come out earlier so they wouldn’t even know since he passed pretty well pretty fast, just a lot of little things. 

So one day, he brings up the idea: what if we invited Sean over for dinner? What if we got in contact, tried to mend some things? It could be a start to fixing things, and you wouldn’t even have to tell your family im the same person, they’re picturing Reina and I don’t even look like that anymore, it’d be-- and Blue is not a fan of the idea. She rejects it outright, doesn’t even want to invite Sean over. She says that what’s done is done and she doesn’t want to disrupt her life or Sean’s. But Razz can see that she’s hurting and decides that she just needs...a little push. He figures that if he just invites Sean over anyway, when she sees him, she’ll change her mind. 

He does so, and Sean accepts the invitation, shows up on the front step, and Blue answers the door. 

Needless to say, she does not react well to this. She doesn’t even want Sean to come into the house but Razz gets her to let him in. Blue is absolutely seething, and they all sit down in the living room. It turns out Razz didn’t tell Sean that he’s the same guy Blue’s been dating all these years, and Sean makes some kind of comment like “I’m glad she’s found someone that’s good for her” and Blue takes that exactly how you’d expect and shoots to her feet and outs Razz as trans. Razz is speechless because she just doesn’t ever do that, she’s usually so good about respecting his boundaries and letting him tell who he wants and, well. Sean makes a face about it and that’s all the excuse Blue needs to tell him to get out. She walks him to the door, leaves him with a “when you can come to terms with the fact that I will never be what you and our parents want me to be, call me. Until then, don’t even try.” and slams the door in his face. 

She turns around and Razz is standing there with his arms folded across his chest. “I was trying to help.” “I told you not to!” “I thought you just--” “No! You didn’t think! You asked, and I told you I didn’t want this! You’re not supposed to make those dumb mistakes that guys make!” “And why wouldn’t I?? Aren’t I a guy, Blue?!” “Oh, don’t even.” “Blue, if I had just come out earlier, you wouldn’t--” “Are you fucking kidding me?! Do you really think my parents or my brother would think any differently of our relationship just because you dress like a guy?!” And Razz gives her this look and she immediately backpedals because no, of course that’s not what she meant. “That’s what they would think! Not me, never me, but you know how they are!” “Maybe they wouldn’t have to think that about me if you wouldn’t just out me without my permission.” “Maybe I wouldn’t have been in that position if you had just listened!” And they’re getting in each other’s faces about it and Razz says “Maybe you are just like them!” And Blue just. Stops. 

She walks away, goes up the stairs, and Razz is kind of at a loss for what’s going on until she comes back down with her shoes and keys and he can’t believe this is really happening until she’s pushing past him on her way to the door. 

“Blue--”