Is that my shirt? | just for jake x krystal and mark x ren. lmao.
Send “Is that my shirt?” for your muse finding mine in your muse’s shirt
Jake x Krystal -
Jake wasn’t one to do laundry, a lot. In fact he put it off way more then he should have. Now he had about three loads to do and he had no shirts. Normally, it wouldn’t have been a problem. However he was cold and needed something. With a grumble Jake threw the closet door open and he pulled out what he could have sworn was oversized on Krystal. Not that he’d seen her wear it before. It was some jersey from a football team, probably something she got when she was in america. With a shrug he threw it on grumbling about how it was a little tight. However, it still fit and he would wear it in public even if he had to. Three hours later he was sitting on the couch. His feet propped up on the table with his laptop in his lap and he looked over at the door as he heard the door open. “Yo!” He said pointing over to the door he was happy. He placed his laptop down and hopped up walking over to her. “Is that my shirt?” She said and he stepped back looking down at himself and nodded, he couldn’t lie she knew it was hers. “Yeah, I’m out of clothes.” He frowned grabbing her sides tugging her close. “Do my laundry and I can do you later, yeah?” He smirked.
Ren x Mark
Ren would never get used to waking up in someones bed, especially someone she only wanted to maybe hook up with once or twice but here she was. It’d gone further then once and twice, and maybe even five times. It had become the butterflies in her stomach and the smile on her face. With a groan she pulled herself up, her body sore and yelling at her for moving but she had two. The girl yawned sheepishly as she walked across the room slowly. She was about to go into the bathroom until she heard a slight singing and shower running. Her eyes turned back to the bed. The other side was empty, she grinned at the thought of him letting her sleep in. Ren found her panties on the floor and she pulled them on and grabbed her shirt. Frowning she realized he’d really pulled it off of her, because the buttons on the shirt were missing. She grumbled throwing it to the ground walking over to his closet. She grabbed one of his black shirts pulling it on she smiled as she walked over to the bathroom door she pushed it open peaking in. “You left me.” She whined as she walked into the bathroom she grabbed the towel and hopped out of the bathroom with a grin. She sat down on the bed waiting for him to come out and when she did she smiled. “You took my towel? And is that my shirt?” He asked as he was trying to get the towel back from her. “Yeah, you can take this one off of me to, just don’t rip it.” She teased leaning in to kiss him.